KiraaBear

Certified IF Simp.

[amatres]

sidestep era chargestep is so funny for the fact that literally everyone thought they were bad for each other, supportive or not

[roseworth]

the best thing a character can be is passively suicidal and the second best thing a character can be is actively suicidal

[seth-whumps]

characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?

[willow-does-stuff]

romantic relationships blah blah blah okay but what about risking everything for your sibling. what about the unwavering love and care that can only come from a parent to a child. what about someone who just wants their best friend back. ever thought of that.

[aromantic-diaries]

Fandom really needs to get behind queerplatonic realtionships "omg when the characters have a connection so intense that you can't explain if it's romantic or platonic but they're genuinely insane about eachother and there is no existing word for it" what you're thinking of is a queerplatonic relationship.

[valentineveils]

this was still crazy To Me

[paradoxspaceheater]

THE devotionshipping trope is "are they loyal to me or to my title" and the answer HAS to be that they genuinely don't differentiate between the two and are confused and slightly alarmed by the question

[specialagentartemis]

“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

[sdwolfpup]

“Weird about each other” is how I’ve always put it. It’s my favorite thing.

[ir8e-deactivated20250524]

Noo you’re still cute the Alcohol Dependency thing just surprised me

[sunseths]

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

[omnybus]

I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”

[drizzledrawings]

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

[ameliarating]

yes they are toxic but it is because of the love. without the love it would be a lot healthier actually.

[agentark]

thought too hard about the whole entire life that B Warrick and the Returning Visitor had together before the start of book 1 and got overly emotional

I really love that the way B and MC meet is left open ended. Maybe they met when MC first left Fernweh, when MC was a confused and grieving teenager. Or maybe at new student orientation in college. Or at work. Or an event. Whatever you imagine for your character, they meet and develop a deep enough friendship that when MC has to go back to their weird and insular hometown after the death of their only remaining relative, B is the person they bring along.

it's just a nice reminder that 1) you haven't yet met all of the people who are going to love you 2) you can meet the people who become most important to you anywhere you are

[r100461]

[ilynpilled]

trope i really like is self-loathing characters desperate for the catharsis of punishment for frankly rather selfish reasons who r also obsessed with repeatedly pressing others into hating them and hurting them as essentially a method of self harm. yes baby continue making it worse for urself and everybody around u instead of doing an actually productive and effective journey of improvement and redemption

[kiraabear]

What if Seven said:

"And the toughest part, is we both know, what happened to you, why your out on your own. Merry Christmas, please don't call."

But MC said

"So what if I call? And you pick up the phone and I use this holiday to make my way to your ghost. Oh, what if your lonely, you know I am too, and I get the chance to say Merry Christmas, I miss you."

What if...

@infamous-if