#Female Main Character

[jenofthefar]

Working on some Signalis Fan Art!!! - Signalis is an Indie Survival Horror Sci Fi game were you play as a Replika [Android] who is looking for her missing human, and it kind of gets more and more messed up from there 😂

Recently picked it up and it might be the best new horror game I've played in a long time. If you like Silent Hill, Evangelion, Ghost in the Shell, or Cosmic Horror in general you need to play it, it's so good!!!

[1800naveen]

I don't know who needs to hear/see this but here it is:

YOU ARE NOT MISOGYNISTIC OR HAVE INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY FOR NOT LIKING OR HATING THE FEMALE MAIN CHARACTER IN A SERIES!

If you were to go on booktok and say "yo, I hate this *insert female main character*, people are going to get on your ass for it. But you'll have people you agree with you so win/lose situation.

I can't recall a book series with a fmc that I hate or dislike but the closest thing to one would be Acotar and Feyre.

(IF YOU LIKE FEYRE, DON'T READ BELOW!!!)

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I don't hate her but I don't exactly like her either. It's more neutral but it could lean towards not liking her. I love her in book one and the half part of book two but afterwards, it was eh.

Reasons why is she's a hypocrite, a bad friend, a bad leader along with her mate.

Telling Keir that he has a lot of comfort even though he lives IN A MOUNTAIN??? Insulting Lucien and his friends group name while you're called the "court of dreamers"?? Locking your own sister up when the same thing happened to you?? The worst thing is that they all planned on it to happen. Wearing Illyrian wings while the same Illyrian women are crippled and abused? Using them for kinky sex??

Bitch destroyed a whole court and didn't get punished for it?? That's the equivalent of destroying an entire country. You can't be a high lady and proceed to do that shit, that should be proof enough that she isn't a good leader. I don't care if it's revenge, it was petty and pointless.

And she was illiterate like months ago before becoming a high lady. And she's young as hell and lived in Prythian for a year. A YEAR.

By fae standards, she's an infant. The fae aren't considered adults until they're in their 80s (I think) so what does that make Feyre? A baby, a teenager?

Saying she didn't want to be a housewife but look at how Cassian describes her in acosf when they're in the court of nightmares?

I feel for Feyre, she got done dirty.

If a Feyre stan comes into my comments, get the fuck out. You're doing this to yourself, stop punishing yourself by reading this if you like her.

[sweethy677]

🎀🎀🎀🎀

[kingdomofstalkingthewrath]

Female book characters who own my soul

Jude Duarte, Paedyn Gray, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Manon Blackbeak

Clearly I have a type and I adore these ladies so much. They are all comfort characters and someone I see myself in a lot.

All of them also have a man who worships them and the ground they walk on. 👌🏼

[eefkakis]

༺.𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖑𝖋𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖒: 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖁 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖋𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙.༻

..Path of Alfheim: Chapter V outfit concept..

I wanted to illustrate how I imagined the FMC dressed during the feast in chapter 5.

I'm a sucker for loose tunics and leather corsets and a lot of my original characters tend to include these items in their wardrobe.

With that being said, this version of the reader is a bit more female-presenting in comparison to the assassin version I've designed. While the fan-fiction does tag the protagonist as female I understand if someone may not, explicitly, like to show off their more feminine features. It's something that I, personally, experience from time to time.

While these character/outfit illustartions are created to my own liking and preferences I want to keep up with the more androgynous concepts since some readers relate to my designs. (Which I appreciate so much!) (シ_ _)シ

I feel like this ambiguous, grey blob (as ms. @𝖍3𝖑𝖋𝖆𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊 herself, so kindly put it) is the perfect base to use for representing the FMC and it makes it easier for others to reference. But I will, definitely, be posting more doodles/drabbles with my rendition of the protag (scars and all).

[missvioletsthings]

Female Rover aesthetic

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

The number of people that completely villianize female characters is just another example of fandoms infantilizing male main characters. I understand protecting your favourites, but when you get to the point that you genuinely think they've never done anything wrong, you've put blinders on. It's almost always done towards female characters that the fandom feels have wronged male characters specifically. I get making jokes like, "Oh actually, my fav has never done anything wrong ever." I do it too. It can be funny. Nobody is saying you have to like a female character or you're a misogynist, but there is just such a clear, obvious pattern happening, and I don't think people even realize it. Male main characters will make the most toxic, horrible, stupid decisions, and the fandom with worship them, but the second a female character does something even remotely questionable, everybody goes off. It doesn't matter how kind or likable the woman is, the minute she does something the fandom sees as a slight against the male main character, she is shunned or ridiculed. I understand defending your favourite character because you love them, I really do, but the level that people infantilize them is just wild. A female character will have a perfectly understandable reaction to something the male main character did, and the fandom will still turn it around on her by saying things like, "Well he didn't know any better." Or, "Well, he was sad." Alright? Most humans, when they are hurt, do not turn around and kiss that person and coddle them. Getting upset, while it may not be the ideal reaction, is the most realistic one. And it's always grown ass men people are saying didn't know better than to do something obviously destructive. So they don't know better, and that's okay, but the female character struggles, and that's not? Obviously, I'm just talking about fiction, and doing this doesn't make you a bad person, and it doesn't mean you hate women. But it's just a clear pattern of misogyny in media that I think is important to recognize

[lanaspepsicoke]

Helter skelter 2012

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

Me irl

[novemberocean]

hello its me again!

do you have a passion for isekai? Do you have a powerful love hate relationship with isekai? Do you wish you had taken the chicken out of the freezer when your mom told you to an hour ago? THEN DO I HAVE A BOOK FOR YOU (except that last one, you're on your own)"

"For five years, Aderyn has waited to get the Call—the event when the system controlling her world grants her a class and appropriate skills to become an adventurer. When the system makes her a Warmaster, Aderyn eagerly sets out on her first journey. The problem? Her class is useless. No one believes a Warmaster is anything but a joke. They aren’t strong fighters, they have no magic, and they don’t have powerful skills. But Aderyn hasn’t waited all these years to give up now. With the help of a young man from another world, she’s going to prove this Warmaster can do anything."

Whats cool about this book is that its told from the perspective of someone already IN the fantastical world the regular joe gets isekai'd into. It's set in an RPG world where everyone has classes and ranks and theres even a chosen one! theres a different dungeon the party goes through in every book and they are legit the best part of the story.

the audiobook just got released on spotify and i snagged myself some free codes so first 20 commenters get a free audiobook to listen on Spotify! (you have to already have a spotify account)

its also on amazon

[anoelleart]

the Protolith WIP Intro💃🏾✨

Let's play WIP Intro tag! Also, I'm due for an updated intro...

Hi! I'm Alyssa (she/her). I'm a scientist, artist, and writer. I'm a woman of color and bisexual. I write dark fantasy with romance, scifi, and gothic elements. My current and only WIP is The Protolith!

[Cover stock credits: Cathleen Tarawhiti, Faestock, Digital Curio, Phoenix Rising on DeviantArt; Gif from Brigderton]

This novel follows Charlotte, a biracial medical student and noblewoman who seeks to bring honor back to her disgraced family. This second world fantasy takes place in a world scarred by an ancient, unexplored meteorite, in an Empire where the traditional theocracy and sexually liberated culture are constantly at odds. Follow Charlotte as she discovers her strange magicks while haunted by past, romantic affairs.

Genre: Adult [18+] Fantasy Nonlinear Romance

Subgenres: gaslamp fantasy, dark academia, forbidden romance

Charlotte spent her nights one of two ways: seducing wealthy men at lavish parties or studying the cardiovascular system of a stolen cadaver. Though she vastly preferred the company of cadavers to men, tonight, Charlotte attended the former.

[Chapter 1]

Progress: First draft, 150k words so far!

Tags: Protolith, Protolith Chapters, Protolith OCs

[Original Art]

Characters:

Charlotte [26, she/her]: impulsive, outspoken medical student and disgraced noblewoman. Seeks to re-enter the high court with her new husband, leaving her salacious past behind

Edith [26, she/they]: witty, feminist, polyamorous mathematician who works as Charlotte's lady-in-waiting and confidante

Byron [42, he/him]: a wealthy war priest with a playboy reputation which contrasts his stoic exterior

Nathaniel [22, he/him]: new-to-town rich boy using his marriage to Charlotte to launch his career at court

Setting: Lorenzia, a marble city at the center of the Empire, a theocratic and oligarchic state

Vibes: late nights, summer rain, smoky scotch, cigars after sex

Read More Here:

The Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[I only post the first scene from each chapter, so please click the "read more!" link to read the entire chapter]

[TW: This story contains discussion of sex work including graphic sexual content, survival sex work and sexual assault. Additionally, there are discussions of depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide, self-harm, and heavy drug use. Each chapter has a specific list of triggers.]

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[sadbitterman]

In the begining of their friendship I can see him react ONLY like that next to the chatty, annoying Hufflepuff. Ominis is not used to being approached so closely.

"Bitter, you're too close. Please stop."

"Wha—? WHY?"

"You're almost breathing in my ear."

[eefkakis]

༺.𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖔𝖓 @𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖑.༻

..𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔪𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔰..

To be honest, the design I originally posted on my blog is how I view the FMC. An androgynous figure, heavily obscured by multiple layers of protective gear and a dark color palette.

But, as it happens with most 'x reader' fan-fictions, I imagine myself taking the protagonistic role.

On that note, lately, I've been in love with drawing scars and exposed muscle structure (don't sass me, it helps with understanding anatomy) so I added some 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼.

Lastly, I, absolutely, adore the personality of the FMC and I hope I've channeled some of that energy into this little doodle.

(Again I cannot praise your writing enough).

[lvsarah]

„I want to be the girl with the most cake“

[some-lonely-loser]

Welcome To Ericson’s

Boarding School For

Troubled Youth

Chapter 1 - Welcome To An

Unfamiliar Place

In the unhelpful windy weather, you find no aid for your adventure, only the cold that sends shivers down your spine. The moon's glow is distorted by the chaotic tangle of neglected trees, their branches swaying in the wind. Moments like these were what made you wish you had someone to accompany you, yet you're relieved by the absence of approaching footsteps. All you hear is the rustle of branches colliding, as your weary feet drag along the ground and your eyes scan the monotonous scenery. Each tree merges into the next, and every blade of grass becomes an indiscernible blur.

Your neck strained, feeling rigid and mechanical as you lifted it, your eyebrows raising and your eyes sparkling with delight as you admired the brick wall secured by a white gate. Amongst the barricade, you spotted various pieces of furniture, clearly arranged by human hands. Just a few meters away from potential safety and companionship, you gathered whatever energy  you had within you left and trudged towards the structure. As of now, pain and exhaustion were irrelevant; all that mattered was reaching safety. Despite your weakening knees, you pressed on until they finally gave way, causing you to collapse.

Determinedly gazing up at the area ahead, your arms throbbing with pain, you forged ahead, inching closer to the gate. Exhausted and drained, you felt no surge of fight or flight instincts within you, only focused on seeking aid. Your eyes drifted to the moss-covered brick wall, catching a glimpse of a small figure darting elsewhere. Internally, you groaned at the thought of encountering more people. Despite wanting human contact after so long, you couldn't discern if they were friendly or hostile. Did it even matter anymore? Perhaps death wouldn't be so terrible; your body seemed to be surrendering regardless.

With a trembling hand, you reached out to touch the moss-covered brick wall, only inches from the gate, while voices on the other side bickered about a newcomer. The coolness of the wall offered aid to your red, bloodied palm as your grip on the machete in your other hand faltered, weakened beyond measure. Your body felt numb, devoid of sensation, and not in a comforting way. As the gate creaked open, the voices grew louder in argument. You patted and searched the ground around you, seeking your weapon in case of any danger.

The bickering quieted down as you watched through half-closed eyes, a silhouette approaching you, followed closely by another. As they drew nearer, you could tell that they were around your age. Relief washed over you at the prospect of encountering what could be friends or help, but you remained cautious, unwilling to let your guard down.

There were two of them, or at least only two visible to you. A boy with a dirty blonde mullet and a weathered letterman jacket crouched down, his expression unreadable, far from welcoming. Your gaze shifted to the girl beside him. She was shorter, dressed in a long-sleeved blue striped shirt with a dark orange vest over it, her attention solely fixed on him with a perturbed expression. "Marlon," she gritted through clenched teeth, "What if she's with-"

"Stop it, Brody. Quit with the paranoia," he warned in a firm yet hushed tone. Gesturing towards you with an open palm, he continued, "She's not a threat. Just look at her."

"Look at how pale she is, Marlon! What if she's bit? We agreed: no more mouths to feed. We have enough as it is..." Her voice trailed off, the last part quieter than before, if that were even possible.

"Do you see any blood or bites on her? No. She's fine." He stood up and walked toward the girl

"She's probably been out there long. Food and water aren't easy to come across. We'll get Ruby to check her for any bites and we'll go from that. You can't jump to conclusions like that. You're gonna freak everyone out." He reasoned, walking back towards you. And with a dismissive scoff, the girl retreated back into the gate.

"You think you can walk?" Your eyes met his that were a pale blue, and noticed the hand he had held out towards you. Your arm weakly extended out to grab his to which he pulled and hoisted you up on the mossy brick wall you were previously crouched by. His arm around your shoulders kept you from falling over but not completely, as there were moments where you almost did.

One step at a time, you and the boy crossed over the grass and eventually passed under the black gate that had seemed so distant just moments before. It screeched and squeaked as it closed behind you. With the boy's assistance, you were guided to a picnic table. The sounds of a gathering crowd reached your ears, their voices a mix of displeasure and curiosity, though some expressed concern and fascination. With Marlon's help, you lowered yourself onto the seat, utterly exhausted, and laid your head down.

You could hear him talking to who you assumed was a nurse of some sort about checking you for bites.

"Here, let me see," A girl with a deep southern accent said, walking towards you begrudgingly. She had a low tight red bun. Her warm and inviting presence emanated from her petite and nurturing figure.

She began inspecting your limbs, checking every inch of you for a bite with frantic movements. Her grip was firm, irritating the aching pain you already had surging throughout your body. Under normal circumstances, you might have pulled away, but in need of help, you remained still. With no energy left to resist, any attempt to move away would likely result in your falling over. "Nope. No bites." she judged. Turning over her hand to the backside and sticking it to your forehead. "Just exhausted." she remarked with sympathy before walking away, though not without mumbling "Poor girl."

Not long after, Marlon came back and was quick to ask what your name was. "Y/N. My name's Y/N." You mumbled with a raspy voice

"Well Y/N, nice to meet you, I'm Marlon. It's a good thing we found you when we did. You were in pretty bad condition. He said, gesturing to the lady from earlier.

"Yeah hun, you look starved. When's the last time you ate?" She asked caringly, with a hand on her hip.

You took a few seconds. Recently you were surviving off of whatever food you came across. And that hadn't been much. You hadn't had a proper meal in what felt like forever. You furrowed your eyebrows and mumbled, "I'm not.. I don't know."

"Well, that won't be a problem anymore hun." She grinned and patted your shoulder before walking off.

You looked around, figuring Marlon was off somewhere doing whatever. So you took it upon yourself to meet some new people.

You pulled yourself up from the picnic table. It was stiff and whatnot but it was definitely better than the floor. You were grateful they were giving you someplace to stay.. At Least for now.

There were tons of other picnic tables scattered around the place, you also spotted some people talking amongst others, you figured you would see what they were up to later. You looked around for a bit, taking in the scenery that was very much different and more entertaining to look at rather than the repetitive yet dull landscape that you were stuck gazing at for the past.. Who knows how long.

The brick pillars of the grand building were adorned with graffiti and overgrown weeds on its roof. As well as ivy and moss, creating a sense of age and history. It's boarded-up windows hinting at a forgotten past. Two sofas facing each other nearby. On the left, a cauldron bubbled with mysterious contents and was tended to by a short boy with tight black curls, hunched over as he stirred with a long wooden spoon.

You looked at the other people along him, Seven people, who looked like their ages varied, Gathered around picnic tables. To the left was a girl with short blonde hair, her long face exuding a casual air as she rested one leg on the seat, her arm slung over it. Her gaze, cold and inquisitive. With the way she was looking at you, You would've been long gone. Next to her sat a boy with what looked like a burn scar on the right side of his head, engrossed in scribbling something on a piece of paper, occasionally looking away to switch between a few colors. At the central table, two boys of different ages sat.

The elder, with dark brown hair swept to the side and broad shoulders, focused intently on carving a large wooden shiv. Beside him, a scrawny boy, inadvertently stared at you with a slightly agape mouth, trying to be as discreet as he could although it didn't work, because you were definitely creeped out. At the table furthest away from everyone else, sat in a backwards turned chair, a boy with a friendly face, dark brown dreadlocks, bushy but yet wellkept eyebrows and freckles scattered all around his face. He sat beside what looked like.. A chair leg?? with nails embedded in it.. He must've caught you staring for long because when your eyes trailed up, he was already looking at you, with curious brown eyes.

He wore a long light brown trench coat that contrasted with his eyes. You met his eyes again, he gave you a charming smile and you flashed him one back, not wanting to be rude.

"Hey Y/N, you fitting in well? Oh, and I'm sorry bout the staring. We haven't seen anyone like you in.. well.. forever" Marlon said, walking up from behind you with a slight chuckle when he saw you jump, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh that's fine, i don't care too much" You were hungry, and you didn't wanna be rude at all, but you had to ask. You hadn't had a full meal in a long time. "So.. when do you think the food will be ready?" You mumbled, looking off into the background.

"Oh, Uh" He looked behind him, looking at the boy near the cauldron. "Shouldn't be too long now, He's been cooking for a while" He stated, scratching his head. "You been out there long?" He question, shoving his hands back in his pockets

"Uh, nope. I had.. some people." You responded, looking at him. Which was a lie, you'd definitely been out here on your own for long. But, of course, you being you, didn't wanna embarrass yourself by saying that you had been barely scraping by these past couple of weeks.

"Nice. I take it you know how to defend yourself? Don't usually see people our age out in the wild. I can't imagine what it must've been like. " He stated inquisitively.

"Yep, I try. I wouldn't have survived this long if I didn't. You sound surprised though? It's definitely taken its toll on me." You said grinning

"Oh, no no no. Not at all. Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Just curious, y'know?" He asked reasonably

"Mhm.. I get it" You mumbled, joyfully.

"What is this place exactly.?" You asked

"Well, you can probably tell this used to be a school. Now it's.. whatever we want it to be" He responded, shrugging, and trailing not too far off.

"And.. Who runs this place?" You questioned, careful not to sound judgemental

"Well.. I do" He grinned, putting a palm to his chest. "Probably sounds strange. Kids run by a kid. But, we do alright for ourselves. We got good walls, good defense and a great location. Kids are safe here. I make sure of it" He stated

"So.. there really are no adults.. At all." You asked, raising an eyebrow

"Nope. None. Some left us to fend for ourselves and others died. There's less of us all around. I got us a system in place that works well enough, Let me make it formal. Welcome to Ericson's Boarding School For Troubled Youth. You definitely look like you fit that description" He chuckled, turning back to face you.

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Authors Note:

I felt like that was a good place to leave off. If you have any thoughts/Comments please don't hesitate to share💗 I haven’t posted on here in almost a year so i’m looking for new things to write.

[missdeepend]

Lucy Heartfilia and Compassion

So while casually thinking about my favorite anime, Fairy Tail, I realized something. This isn’t abnormal as I tend to notice things every once in a while whether or not they are intentional. This time around I noticed that, considering what she goes through in every single arc (this girl cannot catch a single break), Lucy Heartfilia still retains her compassion and kindness for strangers and enemies.

You could chalk this up to bad writing on Mashima’s part, which I would not complain about. I do adore Mashima’s writing but it isn’t perfect. However, I would like to suggest that it fits well with the themes of Fairy Tail. The importance of friendship and family weigh heavily through the series with the main focus being the Guild Hall and the bond of the people within the guild.

The extent of this theme goes even to the villains, where we see countless times either they care for each other, are neutral but are after a similar objective, or they actively do not work well and are injuring each other. Of course the first and last work the best when in a story such as this but I am getting ahead of myself. To get back on track... Through the entire anime we learn the backstory to each of the main characters and some others a part of Fairy Tail. If we focus on the main five; Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster, and Wendy Marvell (sorry Happy and Carla) we can see that each have had personal obstacles that range in emotional impact on their character. Apart from Natsu and Wendy, who have tame back stories (that they remember) compared to the rest, Lucy is definitely the more tame. She was never against some giant demon and was never a slave, both of which ended up hurting and killing others by their actions. Lucy ended up having a peaceful beginning and was a high class girl with a big future ahead of her if all had gone according to plan. Since this is Fairy Tail, and a Shonen manga, nothing comes easy. Her mother died young and thus Lucy was left with an abusive father who and no care for her after her mother’s passing. She had no friends other than the spirits that her mother passed to her when she was on her deathbed. When Lucy was finally able to escape at roughly sixteen, she was able to find Fairy Tail who became her replacement family. In the meantime, Lucy also had been abused in some way in each arc (whether its fighting someone she cares about, sexual harassment and public humiliation, or quite literally being tortured), lost her father that she finally started to build a relationship to once again, lost her doll that was another connection to her mother, lost Aquarius, and even her guild. Yet the biggest thing that sticks with Lucy through all of this is her compassion, the main topic of this post that took oh so long to get to the point of. Lucy still has compassion for enemies and those that hurt her the most. She never has grudges that last long, apart from her father with understandable reasons. However, she even began building that bond again in her last moments and seemed to still have a heart for him. This is shown, of course, when he makes her way to Love & Lucky to protect her father when she believes he is a victim in a hostage situation. This isn’t the case and he is safe, but she still had the heart to put aside her feelings and do what was right. Minerva, who tortured Lucy and put her through immense humiliation and almost killed her if it wasn’t for Chelia and Wendy, was also forgiven by her actions. Lucy passes it as water under a bridge and they were trying to do right for their guild, but this is still a big moment to show Lucy’s kindness. Lucy is shown on more than one occasion to protect the guild, even from the very start, and how big her heart truly is. She could have absorbed it all and became a person similar to her counter in Edolas, but even more cold hearted. She had every right to be angry at Natsu for abandoning her and hardly put any pressure when it was shown she was genuinely upset. She never even let anyone know that Aquarius was gone. In my eyes, Lucy Heartfilia is one of the best characters in Fairy Tail. Once a character seen as purely for sexualization, which still is the case in a few instances, Lucy showcases some of the most important themes of Fairy Tail in her actions and how she continues forward. She is one of the most deserving of the Fairy Tail guild mark. Oh boy that was a long post but I hope I got my point across. As I said in the beginning, I think of these concepts all the time and I am really interested to make more posts about Fair Tail and why it is so great in many aspects. Let me know your opinions and go ahead and post any suggestions for me to cover in the future!

See you later in the Deep End!