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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Nobody:

MC: *Mentally trying to calm themself down* You're fine. You're fine. Nothing to worry about. You haven't done anything wrong. Just chill.

Also MC not a second later: Dani's coochie is more ginger than a Weasley!

The Dimitrescus: *In the middle of giving MC that introductory interview*

Note: ... I mean, totally just assuming. I wouldn't know anything about that, obviously. O.o No, but listen. I love how subby Dani is in RL T^T I have a problem.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #resident lover #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident lover daniela #daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x y/n #daniela dimitrescu x mc

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lucidmagic · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu/You, Daniela Dimitrescu/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Daniela Dimitrescu, You, Reader Additional Tags: Set in the Resident Lover game universe, Spoilers for Resident Lover, Resident Lover, Fan-Made game Resident Lover is on itch.io, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Was just going to write some fun smut but then it got real and emotional, first? time, Daniela's abs are a character themselves, shred some cheese on those things, Couch Smut, Making Love, Reader is Down Bad, Vaginal Fingering, Some Sexy Talk, yes the carpet matches the drapes Summary:

Fanfic of the fan-made game Resident Lover by TeamAvia, now available on itch.io! Go play it! This is the fade-away scene from Daniela's good ending route. So spoilers in this. ________________________________ For a while, that was it. The literal Greek myth Atalanta made tangible, chiseled from marble molded to supple flesh and a contagious laugh. Honed into a woman with a too-large, earnest heart, overflowing mettle, and warm, two-toned eyes. And you just watching from afar.

Until that fucking party.

Both a blessing and a curse.

Apparently, per Angie and the dozen hickies trailing down her sculpted abdominals, Daniela and you definitely did something that night. A night of alcohol, dancing, and evident sex (and seemingly also breaking into Bela’s dorm and trashing it, but that’s not pertinent).

And neither of you remembered a fucking second of it.

Well, you're determined to remember having sex with Daniela this time!

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@resident-lover here ya go, Dani deserves some love after all she went through

Also I was listening to Conan Gray's Family Line while writing so that may be why it turned so suddenly at the end

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pathetic-sapphic · 10 months

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RINA'S MASTERLIST NO.1

ARCANE

Insomniac Sevika

Bath Time With Sevika

Sick Sevika

Taking care of an injured Sevika

Protective Sevika

Beach date with Sevika

Attractive things Sevika does

Fluffy Viktor headcanons

Viktor with a S/O whose love language is physical touch

Viktor with a naturally strong S/O

Soft Viktor headcanons

Viktor with a S/O who owns a dog

Viktor SFW Alphabet

Viktor with a Plus Size S/O (nsfw)

Viktor with a Soft Dom Girlfriend

Viktor with a Tall and Insecure S/O

Protective Viktor with a Protective S/O

Fluffy Vi and Caitlyn headcanons

Vi NSFW Alphabet

Viktor taking care of an Injured S/O

Friends to Lovers with Viktor

Arcane characters with a S/O who hates physical touch

Arcane characters with a Mitsuri Kanroji S/O

Arcane characters with a S/O who can sing

Aftercare with the Arcane characters (nsfw themes)

Arcane men with a S/O who has anxiety

Arcane women with a S/O who has anxiety

Arcane milfs with an insecure S/O

What the Arcane milfs are like as partners

How the Arcane milfs kiss you

Arcane milfs and jealousy (slight nsfw)

Attractive things that the Arcane milfs do (nsfw)

Arcane milfs + Vi when they have a crush on you

Arcane milfs with a Plus Size S/O (nsfw themes)

First meeting with the Arcane milfs

Arcane milfs with a bratty S/O (nsfw)

Arcane milfs with a S/O who has attachment issues

Arcane milfs when their S/O safewords

Arcane milfs with a virgin S/O who can't relax during their first time

Cassandra Kiramman SFW Alphabet

Arcane women when reader goes into subspace (nsfw themes)

Vi with a chubby fem S/O (nsfw)

Jinx with an autistic S/O

Jinx NSFW Alphabet

Overstimulation with Jinx (nsfw, drabble)

Let's go, me and you, until the end of time (Jinx x Fem!Reader fic, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, 1253 word count)

Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn with a S/O who has body image issues

THE ARCANA

Asra, Julian and Nadia with a dominant MC (nsfw)

OBEY ME

Mammon relationship HC's pt.1

RESIDENT EVIL

Lady Dimitrescu relationship headcanons

Lady Dimitrescu with a S/O who has a size kink (nsfw)

OVERWATCH

Mercy and Widowmaker with a S/O who has mechanical wings attached to their spine

Mercy with a clumsy and sickly S/O

#arcane x reader #arcane #arcane sevika #arcane viktor #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #arcane masterlist #arcane headcanons #overwatch #overwatch masterlist #arcane fanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader

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fleurmioneotp · 2 years

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Hello!

I...have no excuses ): just been really down since last chapter i posted, i just wrtote something fresh out of the oven, I've been obsessing over Donna Beneviento, The Dimitrescu Ladies, AND Mother Miranda! Yas, she too! I decided to start a one shots for Village :D! Will be with OCs! and my favorite ladies, of couse some are self insert, i won't tell wich ones tho'. ANYWAYS!

first one is up! Is a Dani x MC <3 Village shots has begun!

#my fanfic writing #resident village #Donna my love #Daniela Dimitrescu #firs shot is here #let's goo #hello #i'll try to work on my other fics #i hope i'm able to leave this feeling of meh ):

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emma-nation · 2 years

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Fanfiction Masterlist:

AO3 | Fanfiction.net

Resident Evil Village:

The Devil In I (Bela Dimitrescu x OC)

Follow Me Through The Dark (Cassandra Dimitrescu x OC)

Choices:

Bloodbound

Ride Or Die

Lovestruck Gameplays:

Yvette Holte

Vivienne Tang

* some fics are not included in these links, I'll either rewrite or remove them permanently in the future

* I'm aware my older fics on AO3 and FF.net have tons of spelling mistakes. I'm not an English native speaker. I didn't use a spell checker at the time and I also improved a lot ever since. I'll fix them once I feel healthier, please be patient and avoid leaving offensive comments on these fics.

Corrected versions of them are available here on Tumblr, in the links included above.

Thank you.

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felixscorset · 2 years

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Masterlist:🥀

M4 React to Mc crawling into their arms

Felix Comfort Scenario

Felix With Mc Who interacts with Stella

Ftm Felix w/ a ftm Mc

M4 When Mc Touches the butt

Jealous Sage Confession

M3 watching Hamilton

M4 Meeting Lady Dimitrescu

Rime’s Music Taste

Jealous Rime and Felix

Drunk night Rime x Felix x Mc

Rime Route Navigation:

Part 1: Introduction

Part 2: Who did you see?

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ranchracoon · 1 month

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Ch 1. The Beginning

A/N: I can already see the comments, so let me clear up: no, everyone is not related. Instead of saying "ma'am" or "sir," everyone is called auntie, uncle, or cousin as a form of respect.

The waves lap against the beach shore as the rising sun sets the entire island and ocean ablaze with oranges and yellows. Fishers tie off their boats from the early morning catches and heave them up the sandy coves to the mainland. Chickens, pigs, and dogs welcome the morning with a symphony of howls, grunts, and clucks while awaiting their own breakfast. Children who have already been awake since before the sun, run amok through the tall trees, banana plants, and orchids while their sleep deprived parents inject themselves with caffeine. At the hub of all activity is the common place kitchen, where everyone cooks, everyone cleans, and everyone shares. The roof is sturdy made from clay and palm leaves to keep out the sun's harsh rays and the frequent downpour of rain. The walls have hanging curtains that are rolled and tied to the roof so that the warm salty air blows through without any obstructions. The mouthwatering aroma of spam wafts through the nearby homes and awakens anyone still trying to linger on last night's dreams. Soon the hub is full of people, some old, some young, some in between but all of them catering to one another while passing around the dishes of spam and rice wrapped with seaweed.

The head chef searches the crowd for one person, knowing this day is one she has been looking forward to; she just doesn't know it yet. Finally she spots them, weaving in and out toward the bar where breakfast awaits but the chef beats her there. The young woman and the chef stare one another down, their eyes locked in a showdown of who will move first. The young woman makes a dash for the nearest plate but the chef is quicker, she holds it away from the young woman. She groans loudly with frustration and annoyance, drawing the attention of a few people nearby who merely chuckle at the altercation. This happens every morning.

"Come on mamá, I'm too tired for this. I even got here early!" The woman whines.

(mom)

"AH! I don't want any attitude from you, okay? Hoy es especial and I need you to help me get things ready. Ahora, go eat and report back here as soon as you are finished." Her mother scolds.

(Today is special. Now,)

"Ugh.." The woman groans.

She takes the plate from her mom and scurries away to the outside of the shelter to the nearby tables and chairs made from bamboo. She settles herself down into a spot and pulls her black hair away from her face to keep it from getting in her food. Only one bite in before three others join her; the first one is her best friend Alo, wearing only baggy shorts, a tank top, and nothing else with their hair clearly sporting the 'just woke up' appeal. The second is her other best friend Diana, she has on a red tank top with high cut shorts and hand-crafted sandals, her brown hair is braided back into a single braid with flowers interwoven. The last is her sister Neyla, two years younger than her and they are exact carbon copies of each other with the same sun kissed brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes.

"Good morning, Alo! Good morning, Diana! Good morning, Carmen!" Neyla announces.

"Morning." They respond simultaneously.

"So, what is your mamá making you do today?" Asks Alo.

"No idea. She just said to report to her when I finish eating. Did she tell you anything?" Carmen responds.

"No, she told me the same thing."

Diana taps her chip in thought, "is it someone's anniversary? Maybe someone found their mate? We didn't forget a birthday, did we?"

The other shrug their shoulders and finish their meals, chatter about the latest drama, clean their places, and report for their chores. There are others gathered with her mom delegating the chores. The tasks are divided by who can do what the best; cooking, cleaning, decorating, but no one tells Carmen about why they are doing this. She tries to overhear conversations, but no one spills anything she can run with. There is one possibility, but it can't be that. She would have been told about it. She approaches her mother and two other women who are currently sharpening utensils behind her.

"Hola aunties." She waves to the two women.

(Hello)

They wave back and return their focus to their task while her mother approaches her and grips her shoulder tightly.

"Carmen, I have a muy importante task for you. We need something to cook. Something big. The biggest you can find ¿bueno?"

(Very important. Okay?)

Carmen beams with excitement, she was only allowed to hunt for very special ceremonies like weddings. Someone must be getting married, but she can't think of anyone recently engaged. Her heart flutters in excitement, it has to be what she's thinking right? Her mother smiles at her and released her shoulder, and she takes off like the start of a race. She dashes from the shelter and makes her way to the edge of the jungle. Carmen is the best hunter on the island; the record for biggest kill used to be held by her great, great, grandfather who killed a 200lb deer. That is, until she beat it by taking down a nearly 235lb jaguar that kept killing pigs. It took her three days of stalking and waiting to capture it.

She breathes in deeply and allows herself to unwind, as she lowers to her hands and knees. The grass tickles between her fingers that enlarge and widen into large paws. Her hair thickens and grows to coat her entire body before shortening to appropriate fur length. Her spinal collum extends behind her backside into a thick but fluffy tail. Everyone on the island can transform into a wolf, just like her. Her senses heighten, she inhales deeply and smells all the creatures within miles and the freshly washed fauna from the rain.

The breeze shakes the tops of the trees, a few birds chirp in the distance, and she listens. The song of her island drawing her in, frogs, cicadas, birds, and then a twig snapping. Her ear twitches in the direction of her desired prey, a Boar grunting in the distance. She barrels through the foliage, vines and plants whip past her as she maneuvers and weaves expertly through. As she approaches, she slows to a steady walk, crouching into the thicket while stalking closer. Her snout and eyes look through the brush to see her prize snorting away at the ground. This will be easy, all she has to do is go for the hind leg, snap the tendon then break the neck.

Carmen stills, her black fur blends with the shadows around giving her the perfect camouflage as the boar snorts the ground. When it stops and proceeds to dig for whatever it found, this is her moment. She leaps from the brush, lands directly behind the boar and slashes her fangs into its hind leg. It barely has time to react before it attempts to dash away only to fail miserably onto the ground and kick its legs wildly. Carmen stalks around the back of the boar, places one paw on its side and her mouth on the neck before jerking upward in a quick motion; the snap of bones echoes through the now silent jungle. Nearby prey scatters to the wind, and the birds fly off through the canopy after being startled by the sound.

She lifts the boar and maneuvers it onto her back, it has to be 160 easy, this should be plenty for the celebration tonight. She trots back at a slower pace so as to not lose her precious catch, stopping every few moments to readjust then proceed. Back at the shelter, her mother and the two women gasp at her catch, they reach their newly sharpened tools and gather some extra hands to remove the boar from her back. Her mother strokes Carmen's ear proudly then tsks upon seeing the state of which she returned.

"Ay mija, look at you! Go wash up and help your cousins with their chores. Be back here tonight."

Carmen twists her head to examine her body, seeing the matted fur with mud, leaves, and blood. She shakes herself only to be scolded by the nearby women and threatened with a chancla (slipper) before she runs off. After returning to her humanoid form, she returns to the comfort of her home to rinse off and change out of her filthy clothes. Then she goes and finds Alo to help them with whatever they were assigned. Everyone takes a break when the sun hits the peak of day, it is too hot to continue so they all take a well-earned swim in the lagoon. The warm water is refreshing on their overheated skin, children splash and play while the aunties serve cold coconut water and finger foods.

Once break time is finished and the sun is on the other side of the island, casting their side in a cool shadow do they return to their work. The shelter beams to life with lanterns and hanging lights, there's ribbons strung from the trees, and of course a roaring bonfire with her boar roasting over it. The bar is flowing with drinks for the adults, fresh mojitos, margaritas, all mixed with spirits and fruit from cultivated from their land. For the niñas and niños, virgin mixes and sodas to fill their sugar crave. Carmen invites Alo to get ready at her home, she puts on her best sleeveless, strapless crop top that she weaved and dyed herself with shorts that stop at her midthigh and her sandals. The final touch is flowers braided into her hair; she does a singular braid that flows over one shoulder. Alo went shirtless with a lei around their neck and on their head with a traditional grass skirt, and their best sandals.

Carmen and Alo walk together to the center of the island, everyone is dressed their best but she sees no distinct pattern so it's not a wedding. People laugh, they drink, Carmen is about two margaritas in when all goes silent except for a bellowing horn that is blown when a ship is approaching. Carmen's heart races once more, she is the first to run toward the bay where she sees an approaching tugger boat that usually brings them imported goods. Only this time, the cargo it wields is much more precious. The others stay back on the beach shore letting her be the only one on the dock, she grabs the rope from the captain and ties the boat off then stands excitedly. The boat rocks as the captain leaps off the side then holds his hand out for another.

The tears blind Carmen's vision as her heart explodes in unrelenting delight, her legs move forward without warning. She leaps into the air and grasps onto the man who steps off the boat, her legs locking around his torso with her arms around his neck. Her head buried into his shoulder as she shakes violently with happy sobs. The man is tall with the same brown skin and black hair as her, with a curly black beard around his chin and upper lip. He spins Carmen around happily, laughing wildly and nearly sending them into the water when he almost loses his balance. She unlocks from him and drops down onto the dock, her hands immediately finding his face as she smiles up at him and he smiles down at her, his eyes also wet with tears.

"Ben." She whimpers.

"Hola hermana." He chokes out.

She lets out a sob ridden laugh as she shakes his face in her hands, "I knew it! No one would tell me anything! I knew it had to be you! Look at you. Look at this beard! Oh my and..." she pauses, she looks him up and down then scowls, "are you wearing insoles?!" She accuses.

His ears turn bright red giving him away as he sputters to try and come up with a lie, Carmen shakes her head and pulls him down by one of them.

"My little brother is not going to be taller than me!" She threatens.

He laughs loudly before Carmen releases him and wipes the tears from her eyes. Five years ago he left to become the person he always felt he was, and now he is back. Him and Carmen exchanged letters every month, he told her everything that was happening and even sent her souvenirs. The last she heard from him was before he was going in because there were some complications with his bottom surgery. She feared the worse, fearing that this boat carried his remains but here he is. She can't help but cover her mouth as tears start to fall again, taking him in. He straightens up and turns his body slightly back toward the boat.

"There's someone I want you to meet." He motions toward the boat where a woman is stepping off.

She has fire-red hair, her skin is white with freckles peppering every inch, especially her face. She gives Carmen a bright, wide smile, her eyes are a dazzling green like the lagoon. She approaches the two of them and stands beside Carmen's brother who wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"Carmen, Clara. Clara, Carmen. She is my mate and also happened to be my surgeon." He chuckles.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Ben has told me so much about you." She greets.

Carmen opens her arms and hugs Clara, at first the woman is tense but eventually relaxes and hugs Carmen back.

"Welcome Clara." She greets.

The three of them walk together toward the beach where Carmen and Ben's mother happily awaits and drowns Ben in kisses. She also hugs and kisses Clara while welcoming her to the family. The crowd swarms Ben and Clara, bombarding them in questions, excitement, and welcomes. Eventually the crowd wanders back the bonfire where a band strikes up with live music and the drinks flow once more. Carmen tried to give Ben drinks but was quickly told no by Clara due to the medication he is on, so, Carmen got Clara drunk instead. The boar that Carmen caught was devoured until only the bones and fat remained and would be used for other things tomorrow.

The night carried on, children crashed from their sugar highs and were carted away by their parents. The music eventually died down with the embers of the fire as only a few stranglers remained. Carmen sits by the dying fire with her feet outstretched, her face and body warm from the alcohol as she stares into the embers. Ben joins her, groaning loudly as he lowers himself down onto a stump nearby with his virgin drink in hand. His eyes droopy with sleep but he's too happy to be around his family again to fall asleep now. Clara is passed out in Carmen's hut because Ben will need a bigger one to fit him and Clara, and the hundred grandchildren that their mother wants.

They sit together in silence, Ben exhausted from answering all the questions about himself and his mate. Carmen exhausted from the many drinks shes downed that are finally catching up to her. Carmen sighs heavily and leans forward to start undoing her hair, she has a splitting headache and she's unsure if it's from the spinning landscape or her braid. Ben watches her unbraid her hair and toss the flowers aside, he picks one up and examines it thoughtfully.

"How long are you staying?" Carmen whispers sorrowfully.

"What do you mean? You don't think I'm staying?" Ben chuckles.

"You said Clara is a surgeon, and you're still going to school ya?" She replies.

"Ya." He sighs, "It's not permanent though. We agreed that once I'm graduated, we'll move here for good. I already talked to Mrs. Eka about taking over the school and Clara wants to open her own study here.” Ben is silent for a moment, “you should come with me.”

Carmen stops her hands, she fiddles with the bit of hair between her fingers as she digests what Ben suggested, a sudden sobriety washes over her.

“Why?” She asks almost bitterly.

“You said you wanted to find your mate. You said, and I quote, ‘there’s nothing left for me here. I am happy, but I am sick of all the sympathetic looks I get from the elders and aunties. I know they whisper about me.’”

“You don’t need to use my words against me.” Carmen bites.

“I’m just offering.” Ben shifts his glass between his hands, “when is the last time you went up the mountain?” He asks quietly.

The mountain is home to the moon pool where many of their elders go to seek guidance from their goddesses or ancestors. Many go up there when they turn 25 to seek out their one true mate, leading them to a life of fulfillment and happiness. Carmen shields her face away from Ben to hide her expression.

“Not since the first time.” She mumbled.

“So…almost seven years. Maybe you should try again, and no matter what happens, the offer still stands for you to join Clara and I when we leave.”

Ben stood from his seat and wandered off most likely to go to bed while Carmen finished unbraiding her hair and looked up toward the mountain. She sighed defeatedly, maybe he was right. Carmen shifted and started the trek up the mountain, in human form it would take hours to climb all the way up but in her wolf form she cut that down to an hour. Once she was at the top of the mountain she shifted back into her human form, the moon pool glowed even without a full moon present. She wandered around and used some nearby matches to light the incense surrounding the water.

She kneels on the warm volcanic rock beneath her knees as she peers into the clear pool. She closes her eyes and begins to pray. Seeking anyone. Her goddesses, her ancestors, anyone who can answer her. Her prayers are said without failure, she thinks them in her mind then whispers them aloud while focusing on her intention. After her prayers she opens her eyes, the pool swirls and shimmers with life. Carmen leans forward, searching the now cloudy waters for any sort of symbol, sign, anything. The water continues to swirl, growing more and more cloudy until she can’t see through it anymore then it stops. The water remains cloudy but slowly unclouds from the center to the outer edge of the pool. Nothing. Just like when she tried the first time.

#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x female original character #alcina dimitrescu x female original character #alcina x miranda x female OC #fanfiction #wlw fanfic #polyamory #bilingual main character #woman of color MC

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piracytheorist · 2 years

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(laa again bc idk when to stop typing :D) man it's a bit weird to see players put the responsibility of accepting the coercion- i mean 'deal' and being nice to the villain (that, doing what villains do, hurt the mc - ofc that's expected of him) on Ethan's ptsd + traumatised + paranoid + exhausted ass. like, it's Ethan's baby daughter that got dismembered by these people and they played keep away with her body parts and they want him to have a rational discussion after the nightmarish day he's had? with the dude that ran him through, dragged him to his 'family', put him on a saw-like game, made him go through the lycans den, told him they'd use his baby as a thing?

...not to mention some of the stuff he says during his fight :x

"The villagers are nothing but a bunch of worthless peons!"

"I'll use your cute little daughter to become more powerful than ever!"

"You'll meet Rose in the after life!" "Rose's power is mine! Right after I murder Miranda!" and that's just some of it!

and some peeps say 'but ethan should have joined then betrayed heisenberg to escape with rose!' ...pls tell me where in the games ethan has shown any inclination to lie, betray or be anything other than painfully honest and emotional bc i think the guy can't lie worth sht

heisenberg's my fave lord and i'd have loved to have the option to join him, bc it'd add replayability to the game and it'd lead to a bad end like 7's zoe route (...and also bc it'd add fuel to my wintersberg fic ideas :> imagine the angst! the betrayal! the whump!)

Yeah, I feel that, for the most part, people who think it would have been a good choice to join Heisenberg are not understanding the Author's Intent here (or are just ignoring it). It was never the creators' intent to make us question whether Heisenberg could have been an ally to Ethan. Giving Heisenberg that depth of having been Miranda's victim and wanting to escape her is not there to make him redeemable. It's there to make him human; if you don't give your villains depth and some human traits, they are just big monsters/zombies (in RE's case) that you have to defeat. And that gets boring and distant after a while. But some people misinterpret that depth the villains have as an excuse to blame the main character for being an ass to them - after the villains have been an ass to him in the first place.

And it's this whole stupid idea that fandom spaces have set, that you can't like a character who's morally wrong cause if you do you automatically condone their actions, like... You absolutely can. You can simp for Lady Dimitrescu and love how hot she looks as she drinks the blood off of innocent people. You can simp for Heisenberg and love how he makes his terrifying but fucking awesome army of corpses. But some people have that above thought so much drilled into their minds (not on their own fault, tbh), that they're looking for the tiniest excuse to justify themselves liking the villains - when they don't even have to! Like, I know that loving Lady D doesn't mean you'd condone her actions in real life, but some people take that so personally that they take it to the other extreme and blame Ethan for trying to find his daughter???? so to make Lady D's and her daughters' treatment of him morally correct. When that's not the point of her character at all. Her loving her daughters doesn't mean that, morally, she has the right to keep Ethan away from his daughter, but that's exactly what she does. Being a loving mother and getting devastated upon their deaths makes her a deeper character, more human, and easier to understand. Not redeemable, and certainly doesn't put her above Ethan on the moral scale. But still likeable as a fictional character.

And again, liking a fictional character is not a question of morality. It's just about what you like to see, what you resonate with the most, what makes you feel good. Venom is one of my comfort films, honestly, and I love how Venom eats the heads off of criminals. I'm 100% against the death penalty in real life, yet I love this big, dumb and fictional alien punishing bad guys by eating their heads straight off. You go you big alien himbo, protect San Francisco and get your nutrients at the same time (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

So yeah, my love for Venom doesn't negate nor combat my very solid stance against the death penalty in real life. I'd be fucking terrified if that was happening in real life.

And again on the ignoring the Author's Intent, a lot of people hate on Ethan because he's "boring", seeing that they're justified in hating on him and calling him the bad guy because he doesn't have the depth that the villains have... and they're not understanding that Ethan being "boring" is essential to what the writers created. They wanted him to be a simple guy, they wanted his comebacks to be stupid and cheesy, they wanted him to not have any super deep backstory or motivation or whatever. All that contributes to making the game survival horror that balances lore (we focus on the Lords' story instead of trying to learn more about Ethan's story), action, just a little bit of humor (if you don't understand why we laugh our asses out at stuff like "You're the one who's cursed" and "Caught myself a big one" and you just think Ethan is unforgivably stupid and a bad protagonist... YOU ARE NOT THE TARGET AUDIENCE. SORRY THAT YOU WASTED YOUR MONEY AND TIME ON THIS GAME) and emotion (if you don't get just a little bit sad at the ending... the game was wasted on you, is all I'm saying).

That was... a lot LMAO. But the more I see people call Ethan boring, the more I shake my head and go like Please learn a tiny bit about storymaking before criticising a game WITH A STORY IN IT. With all that in mind, it's no surprise to see people completely lose the point of why Ethan told Heisenberg to fuck off instead of considering telling him "yeah sure go ahead and use my daughter whose dismemberment a few hours ago you were an accessory to" for even just one moment. It's basic rules of the creative process.

All that said, I think it would have been interesting to see how fucked up things would get if Ethan had allowed Heisenberg to use Rose. Maybe Heisenberg's plan would've backfired and Rose would have died for good, and imagine seeing Ethan's reaction to that?? Especially since in re7, if you choose Zoe, you have to kill Mia yourself for good, that could've been paralleled in re8 by Rose ending up dying, leaving Ethan a hopeless, helpless mess. Maybe in his rage and grief he would've turned at Heisenberg and absolutely demolish him. And then he would've been left alone, hating himself for the poor choice he took. Definitely lots of angst and whump potential :3

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil 8 #Ethan Winters #re meta #long asks anon #living up to your name :D #as am I :P #anonymous #ask and ye shall receive

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moonjellymermaid · 3 years

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I just had a cursed crack Obey Me AU 🤣

Obey me x Resident Evil 8 Village

Here's who could probably be who:

Ethan Winters = Mc

Mia Winters = Simon

Rosemary Winters = Luke

The Duke = Solomon

Mother Miranda = Diavolo

Lady Dimitrescu = Lucifer

The 3 Daughters = Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus

Donna Beneviento = Leviathan

Angie = A creepy broken Ruri Chan doll

Salvatore Moreau = Beel

Karl Heisenberg = Belphegor

Chris Redfield = Barbatos

I did some of the best boys bad but honestly I find this kinda hilarious plus its even funnier is you imagen some of them in the characters clothes (eg. Lucifer wearing Lady Dimitrescu's clothes🤣 or Diavolo wearing Mother Miranda's clothes)

#obey me #obey me au #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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