#MC IS A VILLAINESS

[zodiaqueseiza]

Daily reminder for myself part 1:

Protagonists, that are somehow supposed to be me, but they are too pretty. Beside them, I look like a plan piece of bread.

They can be renamed

1. Chloe from Ephemeral

2. Hana Kang from Mystic Messenger

3. Mc (doesn’t have a name) from Dangerous Fellows

4. Mir from Love Unholyc

5. Mc (doesn’t have a name) From Codename Romance

6. Kim Si-yeon from Paradise Lost (otome)

7. Jane Neville from Save the Villainess

8. Orli Anticia from Heart Cage

[probablynoposts]

I’ve Been Reincarnated Into The Male Lead! (Part 3)

Malleus Draconia x Gn!Reader - Isekai AU

I’m back finally, this will probably be quite short but whatever part 1, part 2, masterlist

Malleus followed you. He couldn’t help himself. To him, you are the brightest lantern on a moonless night. He would be the butterfly that can’t help but be enticed and drawn to you. But you were quick. Just as he reached you, you were in a room with the door already closed.

“Insolent child!” Malleus pauses, quickly noticing it’s not your voice. Instead, it was your father’s. “How can you not do the one thing I ask of you?!”

“But-”

“Shut up! You had a chance to do it!” Your father hisses. “My brother was an idiot, having a child with a commoner. I suppose, if he couldn’t do anything right, neither could his child.”

“Hey-!”

Slap. Your face stings, and your voice goes silent.

"Now, there will be consequences for this failure and disobedience."

Your 'father' pauses. "You and Prince Malleus will have tea together in three days. I think you know what I expect to happen." As he says that, he takes out a small vial. Though it’s far away, Malleus knows what’s inside. Poison.

Malleus wants to go in, to hug and save you from that monster of a 'father'. But he heard Sebek, one of his bodyguards, who despite having trust in you, very little, little trust, would arrest you(and your father) for treason. So Malleus leaves before he can be spotted.

When Malleus took you to look at the stars that night he saw your injury, he tried to comfort you. He also wanted to ask many questions and questions. Varying from ‘Has everything been fake?’ or ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘Will you really kill him?..’

Over the next three days, Malleus does several things. 1) Not tell Lilia about the assassination. 2) Try to keep you away from your ‘father’ and at the palace. 3) Clean up the ball, and finally…. 4) Prepare to be poisoned and meet the female lead..

When it was time for you and Malleus to have tea, he was prepared. While saddened at what he knew what was going to happen, he was still grateful to see you. You had been avoiding him. His eyes light up as he sees you, though they dim slightly as he sees your father is escorting you. Your ‘father’’s grip on your shoulder seems tighter than usual. While Malleus is trying to not swat that traitorous hand straight off your shoulder.

“Why are you here, Duke?” Malleus asked coldly.

“I’m just here to look after my lovely child.” Your ‘father’ said ‘lovely’ as if he was trying to convince himself as well.

“I’m sorry, but you weren’t invited. Now why don’t you leave before you offend me more than you have already.” Malleus ordered. With that, your ‘father’ stepped out, seething at the power Malleus has over him. Malleus then showed you to the flower gardens, where there was a table and chairs set up.

As you and Malleus sat down and started a conversation, he notices that you seem upset.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm?” You seem slightly surprised that he asks “Just…looking at the flowers.” You gesture to the plethora of different colored flowers surrounding you and Malleus.

“They are quite beautiful, aren’t they?” Malleus responds, looking around at the flora, calmly smiling.

“Yes, they are.” You answer, still not meeting his eyes. Despite you avoiding his initial question, he doesn’t press on.

Malleus then picks up his tea cup, realizing the tea had been delivered. He blows on it slightly, as to not burn his tongue. He realizes something.

“Hm? The tea must have been placed when we were looking at the flowers, it’s not as hot as it usually is.”

“Yes, it must have been.” You murmur quietly, glancing down nervously at your cup of tea.

“Cheers.” Malleus holds up his tea cup.

You pause, then a small smile creeps upon your face. “Cheers.”

The two of you clink the glasses together and then put them to your lips. As Malleus takes a sip of his tea, he waits for the pain to hit. A whole paragraph was used in the original book to explain how the excruciating the pain was. Not looking forward to ‘it felt like the world was shutting down, and that everything inside was failing.’ But nothing..?

He’s then looks up at you and sees blood dripping from your mouth. Though a hand covers it, it also seems to be trying to keep in the coughs that bring the blood with it. But instead of a look of fear in your eyes, like the look in Malleus’, there is only sadness and resignation. Malleus’ felt like his world was shutting down as he saw you collapse to the floor, with an empty tea cup..

Yeah, surprisingly, I’m not dead. This is really short(I’m sorry), but I’m surprised I actually got this much done. Again, sorry if characters are ooc and hope you enjoyed.

[taglist]: @naroshinozaki @animesimpanon@starriwonderland@jumiver @thedianaclark@younganarchist-blog @aixaingela@ztracker

[saraanzu]

I'm in love with the villainess ddlc-ified. I was thinking about dating sim girls who don't have romance routes

[theunnamedtroublemaker]

Beautiful Nightmare - Arnold x Rishe AMV

I have too much inspo these days so here, have an edit 🍪

[comiccaps]

The One Within the Villainess | Makiburo, Shiraume Nazuna

[elfqueen006]

The Villainess Isn't Clowning Around!!

Chapter 1

Tags/CW: Villainess/Isekai AU, Sunnytimetown AU, Nobility, Romance, OC-insert, morally gray protagonist

~Princess’ Spoiled Mind~

The maids attempted to grab her, as did the butlers. But it was to no avail as the woman was either incredibly lithe or just plain wriggly. The duchess was often callous and cold but what had them so hesitant to make a full dive for her form was the wild look in her eyes. It seemed as if she wasn’t all there.

She fled her room, but only got as far as the foyer. The maids took hold of the duchess by grabbing her from underneath her arms – despite her size, she was fairly heavy and her size, she was fairly heavy and her writhing made keeping her in place all the more difficult. The butlers blocked the doors to ensure she couldn’t leave the manor. 

“Calm- oof! Calm down, my lady!”

What came after alarmed them; the duchess tried – emphasis on tried – to speak.

The rate at which her mouth formed soundless curses made them uncomfortable. It bordered on being disturbing. Realistically, it shouldn’t have been possible for her mouth to comfortably form the vowels as a regular person would.

They exchanged glances with one another and it was clear they shared a similar thought: “What compels a mime to speak?”

~Delilah POV~

When I was at the ball, I expected Ian to stay out of the way. So he did of course. He couldn’t refuse me even if he tried, and he’d do well not to – for his own sake.

I had a job to do as a noblewoman, which was to gain an advantage any way I could. I eavesdropped for gossip, secrets, and general updates on my peers as well as the capital. By the end of the event we, the residents of House Duff, would take air usual carriage route in silence and I would retire to my quarters so I'd gathered that right, before hand delivering it to the Dowager Duchess’ quarters.

At times, it was a tedious process. It’d be a lie to say it wasn’t thankless, however; I dd so enjoy the abashed and outright offended expressions from the other nobles whenever I – someone who they insisted was an outlier in their perfect world – had shown up to enjoy the same luxuries they considered me undeserving of.

And then there were the jewels. Oh, yes, the jewels! And the dresses and the cakes and the manor, they were all so mine!

In style, or out of season, the fact that I had them was enough. And the fact that others’ didn’t made me even more joyous!

This extended to my fiance as well, who I didn’t care for that much. You could say I loved him in my own way, but he was such a needy little thing. So easy to please. He scraped by with whatever we gave him; me and his mother. I’m not crazy for her either, but it is somewhat refreshing to have someone not give me a hard time about the way I treat others.

My life is essentially perfect. So…why did it feel as if everything came down that day?

In the evenings’ low there was more commotion than usual. A frumpy girl had been scrambling around, flitting from crowd to crowd about something or another. She had eventually come to me, prattling on about the “princes’ pin”. I hadn’t said anything obviously, and turned my back to her.

Seeing as I was finished with my noble obligations, I got to enjoy the peace of a silent corner until her Ladyship was done conversing. Sill, it was amusing to watch the silly girl scurry aimlessly. I was certain more gossip would come of this.

…Then I saw a most unwelcome and unexpected sight. She went up to Ian, and had grasped his arm, pleading in such an insipid manner. And even worse so… Ian followed her!

I remembered being so embarrassed! My hands trembled in anger over the handle of my fan as I spread it out across my trembling lips. And how people stared at him trailing after her with their gazes going back to me. 

It would have been best for me to move, to pull Ian aside and demand he stop this foolishness! I mean for God’s sake he was a knight and the heir to a respectable ducal house!

But with the way I was feeling right now, it was no question if I dared to act, I would do something irreversible. What happened next proved this all too true…

After what seemed like an eternity of their ridiculous bumbling search they had come across a small, shiny object. At the same time they leaned down, bumping heads and then reeling back with a slight recoil. They looked up at each other and then down at their hands which had Ian’s covering the girls’. They flushed at the contact, and slowly rose from the floor.

Ian handed it over so slowly, he abstained from parting with her. Still staring. And blushing.

When they finally did so, they found themselves giggling. 

I couldn't hold myself back. Practically throwing my fan aside, I made my way over to them. I intended to give Ian a piece of my mind! I saw them and saw red. I saw them and saw betrayal. I saw them and saw pain.

…Who were these people? In such plain clothes, styled in such a queer manner? They looked like Ian and that woman. But Ian’s hair wasn’t that color? Was there something wrong with my eyes? Why did the girl have a piercing in her nostril? Why were they acting so caught and fidgety?

Why did it hurt so much to see them together?

I was turning away and going forward altogether. I was falling. I was crashing. I was gone.

I met the cold marble floor, going in and out between this life and the next.

Life becomes hard to comprehend when you see your heart broken two times over. 

~Time skip, present~

I’d worn myself out in the foyer the memories of last night weighing me down and faltering my thought process. Initially I hadn’t remembered where I was, and had made myself half raving mad so much that I began to try and speak.

The maids helped me back to my room and put me in bed. The swift and firm manner at which they tucked me in felt almost as if they wanted to chain me to the mattress.

They brought in the physician assigned to the Duff family, Dunn Ettre. He was an aged, wiry man with bright orange hair that had streaks of gray.

After entering my quarters, he stiffened when he looked at me. He seemed…perplexed. I raised a brow as if to say ‘What’s your problem?’

He gave me a long look before clearing his throat in a rough cough. Giving a curt nod he spoke, “Lady Deliah.”

It was my turn to look surprised… for some reason. I felt a throb and rubbed at my temple.

I heard him come closer, “Lady Deliah?”

Though the throbbing worsened, I nodded vigorously. Yes, Delilah is my name.

“You seem to be experiencing a headache,” I huffed in reply. “Well. Give me a moment.”

Ettre had a briefcase at his side that he laid on my nightstand. Normally, I would be annoyed at the discourtesy but I’d been too tired. When he opened it I saw it held all his usual tools. He pulled out a stethoscope and put it around his neck before leaning in a bit to put the cold bell to my chest. He tuned the diaphragm to listen to my heartbeat.

“Increased heart rate…” He muttered, turning to write down the notes on a clipboard pad he’d brought along.

He used a depressor on my tongue. It was very uncomfortable. All of it was. I didn’t even get sick often, but I hated having to take nasty medicines and do these tedious procedures before I was allowed to go out again.

When it was all said and done, Ettre wrote in his pad a final time before concluding, “You have a fever and maybe a slight cold.”

He never brought in a chair when doing these procedures. He always stood in my presence. This contributed to my annoyance with his briefcase being laid out on my things. I was sure it was because he didn’t like me enough to get comfortable around me unless the Dowager or my husband were present.

That was fine by me. I’d rather have someone who dislikes me. They’d spare me any fluff and give it to me straight.

“I think your lack of activity has made you more susceptible to infections. It lowers your immune system.” Ettre said.

I must’ve given him a queer look because he asked, “Is there a problem Your Ladyship?”

I opened my mouth to speak… and remembered I couldn’t do that for some reason. I looked around my room before my eyes landed on my vanity. Getting out of bed, I staggered over to it and pulled open the built in drawer. I retrieved my notebook and a pen, both of which had grown dusty from lack of use.

I could feel the physicians’ hard gaze upon me as I wrote. When others weren’t around or gestures just didn’t cut it, I resorted to this method of communication.

Truth be told, I hated to write.

My handwriting had been decent enough to use for my work, but when it came to “talking” it was just tedious. And I hated the waiting looks and anticipation that came before my every comment. Just like Ettre was doing now.

I struggled to get my words out, my hand not being very steady. But when I was done I presented my pad to him.

How Can I get a fever overnight ? I felt fine during the Ball.

Ettre’s eyes widened at my note. My brows creased, confused at his behavior. He’s been somewhat skittish ever since he entered my room. I nodded to the pad,insisting– nay, urging him to answer.

Seeming to shake off his initial befuddlement, he straightened up and fixed me with a direct look. “Lady Deliah… you’ve been on bedrest for a week.”

(c) elfqueen006

Divider by @/cafekitsune

[obstinaterixatrix]

I love villainess stories but I hate when some hack writers take the stupid direction of. the ‘villainess’ used to be/is seen as a HEINOUS BITCH but is actually clumsy/misunderstood/nice—however, the ‘protagonist’ is ACTUALLY a HEINOUS BITCH and everyone should hate her for real. like this is not actually subversive. this is nothing.

[lolo-chi]

I'm actually so tired of black haired ml ISTG, like it's actually making me so mad now

It's crazy how we've gotten to the point where brown hair automatically means Not-The-ML, it's crazy I've gotten to a point where when i see a ml with brown hair I'm on the verge of tears because oh!!!! Finally!!!! It's not black hair!!!! I'm tired of blond and silver hair too, but it's definitely not annoying me as much as black hair, like I'd rather the ML have any hair color other than black at this point

And if the author somehow manages to think of other colors??? Amazing, astounding

It's crazy how it's gotten this bad, but after years of reading I'm getting so sick of the cold, deadly duke of the north. Like idk all I want at this point is Just a Guy™, I want the most plainest looking mf to be the ml, or those secretaries LIKE TYE SECRETARIES ALWAYS HAVE UNIQUE AND PRETTY DESIGN BUT NOOOOO THE ML IS THE "BARBARIC" DUKE OF THE NORTH

Sometimes the trope is handled really well and I don't mind it, but sometimes it's just. There are more options, and you've shown them to us. And instead of being original and interesting you decided to go with the SAME. FUCKING. THING.

I'm sorry can you tell it's been weighing on my mind

Like it's crazy, it's actually crazy, istg if anyone has non-black hair ml manhwa recommendation please pls pls share I'm so tired

If you have some where it's just a guy™ I'm begging you please share I'M SO TIRED

OH AND LONG HAIR. PLEASE WHERE ARE THE LONG HAIRED MLS

[isabeauwolf]

To all my self shippers and writers with ocs

I'm curious. What's one of your ocs or self inserts afraid of? And why?

My example: Mary is afraid of thunderstorms ⛈️⚡

With her heightened senses, the noise is too loud and makes her ears more sensitive

[entamewitchlulu]

there's a couple things i've been watching recently that really makes me think about how we were so mean to kids about their """mary sues""" for being "too competent" when there are whole genres of stories where the main appeal is that the character is hypercompetent and beloved by most characters....well-received and well-reviewed stories even. but when little girls do it to have fun it was cringe i guess

[friendlylifecherry]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! (Video Game), Shall We Date?: Obey Me! (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Demon Brothers & Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Demon Brothers & Demon Brothers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer & Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer/Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer & Mephistopheles (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mephistopheles (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Original Demon Characters (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Isekai, Isekai AU, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Human, Transmigration, There are 2 Lucifers, that's why the romance tags are like that, Tags May Change, Cancer, personality changes, Disowning, Survivor Guilt, Five Stages of Grief, Grieving over a still living person, Tags Contain Spoilers, Not Beta Read Series: Part 10 of Tumblr Ask Series Summary:

Still ongoing, written over 1 year and counting

Premise: Lucifer Hoshino, a young-ish salaryman, has unfortunately died in a traffic accident and woken up in the body of Lucifer Morningstar: eldest of the Morningstar Brothers, Prince Diavolo's fiancé, and the terribly-written villain of "The Throne of the Damned", a crappy (in the way that it could be fantastic but the author's clear biases ruin it) webnovel a coworker recommended.

Faced with the very real threat of being banished to live in disgrace, Lucifer decides to work together with Mephistopheles, a coworker who also died in the same accident and is now Diavolo's childhood friend, to get the fuck out of this crappy plot and save themselves. Only that's much more difficult than expected, since the original author is doing re-writes and has to keep the plot going, as well as a terrible new context for the original Lucifer's OOC actions neither of them know about.

[arataka-reigen]

Kill the Villainess is incredibly interesting so far (i'm on chapter 10). The woman who got isekaid is a very gray character, who doesn't care much about anyone in this new world, all she wants is to return home and she will try anything within her power to do so, which is a nice change from the "villainess suddenly becomes a good person and makes the prince fall for her" that a lot of villainess isekais have going on.

But even more interesting than that is how the story goes about showing the things that the original book the FL got isekaid into didn't show, things the main character is discovering about this world as she lives in it, like the sorceress that didn't even show up in the original book, and the story of the knight who killed a dragon that was only mentioned in the og book. Every so often, the MC comments on how sloppy the writing of the original book was, how the villainess was just a plot device and not a full-fledged character... AND THEN we get a glimpse into the life of the original villainess, the people who loved her, the things she was doing before she got replaced, and how utterly exhausted and wronged she was feeling, going so far as to wish to disappear from that world. And, you know, she got what she wanted...

Highly recommend this series.

[bmpmp3]

ive mentioned before my like. fascination and incomprehensible attachment to mysterious ambiguously brown man characters in schlocky fantasy romance media marketed towards women and a lot of it is from like, a like. nearly anthropological standpoint as someone heavily interested in orientalism in narrative media from a visual culture and art historical point of view and a part of it is also from being mixed race and ambiguous IRL LOL BUT there is one other angle i havent really touched on thats on my mind a lot. you know that bit we all go through where someone reads something like mediocre and it sticks in their mind more than something well written? the "I COULD FIX THISSSS" curse..... im like this with ambiguously brown characters. holds loosely (LOOSELY) south asian coded love interest from some romance comic #8997485344534984875943 tenderly in my hands..... my brother i know you weren't written with this depth but i know the truth. i know about your complexities as you navigate this fantasy europe as a racialized man. i know your truth

[swagyna]

hey, them not being the official couple is bullshit.

[silver-dragonborn]

Because I've been reading too many Reborn as The Villainess mangas, I can't stop thinking about a self-insert fanfic where the oc wakes up as Alicent Hightower the day before her wedding to Viserys and decides to survive the story by living a life of luxury as Queen, preparing Rhaenyra for the throne, and ensuring that she never has children by Viserys because, in her past life, she was happily childless.

Besides, there's no way in hell she's going to have children with a man who murdered his wife for a son. No, the oc gaslights Viserys into not getting her pregnant thus regaining Rhaenyra's trust and sabotaging Otto's plans. Oc also worked herself to exhaustion in her past life and now that she's Queen in this life, she indulges herself in court while preparing Rhaenyra for the throne and using modern means to help Rhaenyra produce children with Laenor.

And while the oc is living her life in luxury childfree and helping Rhaenyra, Otto is seething and rocking back and forth while Daemon isn't sure what to make of Alicent Hightower's change in personality.

Just a humorous crackfic of a self-insert not involving herself in the usurpation of Rhaenyra's throne through common sense, logic, and subterfuge. The main characters are watching her relaxing and wondering what the hell happened to Alicent Hightower.

[moonsbijou]

they like each other so much!!! 😭😭😭