#reborn villainess

[violetlunette]

So, I just reading an old Shoujo called "Angelique" and I realized that Sebek has all the traits of an old school shoujo rivals. The ones who act haughty and antagonistic but are actually tsunderes with hearts of gold. Just make his dad a duke and give him drills and he'd fit.

[dvasva]

sometimes i think i have a coherent thought about how in transmigration/isekai stories written by men the protagonist imposes themselves upon the world without caring much about social convention while in transmigration/isekai stuff written by women the protagonist tries their hardest to fit in and not draw unnecessary attention or do something out of character or weird, especially in danmei transmigration stuff....

and then i see shibuya yuuri harajuku furi in my peripheral squaring up against everyone and making baseball the national sport. the most shonen protagonist trapped in a bl harem.

[zmeyel]

The popularity of all of the "reincarnated otome game villainess seeks revenge on the capture targets" series just shows what the people truly want is the Count of Monte Cristo.

[bloodstainsontengensfloor]

I’ve been re-reading the last two arcs of the Demon Slayer manga after finishing the Hashira Training Arc in the manga and this tik tok comment about Murata… has changed my life.

“Murata is like y/n if y/n minded their business and went somewhere else”

NOW MAY I PROPOSE THE IDEA OF A “Reborn as the Villainess genre and AU” but with Murata??? Someone got reborn into Demon Slayer as Murata so with the knowledge they have managed to mind their business and survive every single arc despite not having the strength or skill to survive. Him popping up for major events. Him always surviving. Him crying when Giyuu remembered his name. And, like the reborn as a villainess protags, gets the happy ending of a peaceful life.

[galahadwilder]

The Time I Got Reincarnated as an Evil Version of Myself

Chapter 3: Disagreements

Link to AO3 in Bio

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Akumatization isn't exactly a common experience among Parisians. With a population of over 2 million and under 300 Akumatizations—maybe half that if only count individual victims instead of instances (most of that thanks to Mr. Pigeon)—that's slightly more than a percent of a percent. Still, there are enough of them that there are certain common experiences. Any one of them could tell you that Akumatization is really only traumatizing after the fact, when you find out what you've done. It's a mercy, really, not remembering. Being saddled with the memories of causing mayhem, havoc, and murder would be too much for the psyches of most people, and Paris would look very different.

The number of people who have successfully resisted Akumatization is much, much smaller. A percent of a percent of a percent. Three people, in total, have ever done it. And while they'll gladly tell you how they did it, in hopes that you get the same success, there's one thing all three of them keep very close to their chests—a secret only three people on Earth share.

Breaking an Akumatization hurts. And worse—you remember everything.

Chloé sits curled up on a cot in the nurse's office, pressing her knees to her chest, trying her best to fight down the bile that rises in her throat. Hawkmoth may not have been able to see the memories he dredged up, but he had pressed on the worst emotional response she has, forcing her to relive her most painful moments. All her traumas, all the things she'd buried, front and center. She feels... she feels...

Ugh. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

The room is too small. And normally she'd be happy for the darkness after a panic attack—she really has to thank Marinette again for helping her admit she has those—but right now it's too much like the darkness, like the black void of Akumatization. She can almost see her mother's face blank with apathy, without recognition, devoid of love. Something inside her chest is tearing, pulling apart, and God she just wants her sister right now.

Zoé is not the person who comes through the door.

"Chloé!" Lila gasps, bursting through the door of the sleeping room of the nurse's station, all false concern and smiles. "I heard you got Akumatized!"

Chloé's pain immediately twists beneath her ribcage into rage and confusion as the most unexpected person in Paris throws her arms around her shoulders. Lila--Lila was expelled, she's been banned from the building, what is she doing here? Chloé wants to pull away, to shove her off, to do something, but she's a deer in headlights, frozen, utterly unable to stop the horror that she's trapped in.

"Are you okay?" Lila asks.

Chloé's whole body contracts, as if making herself smaller will help her escape this. Her throat constricts, strangling her words into a choking whine.

Lila pulls back, holding Chloé at arms’ length. “I’m really impressed you were able to break the Akumatization,” she says with a smile that makes Chloé’s skin crawl. “You’ve been having such a hard time of it lately, you know, and, well…” Lila starts tearing up, wiping her eye with the heel of her hand. “I can’t believe Marinette did that to you,” she whimpers. "All we ever try to do is be nice to her, but—"

Something inside Chloé snaps.

"Nice?" she snarls.

Lila’s expression immediately changes—for a split second, Chloé can see the snake behind her carefully faked expression, and that snake is scared. Some part of Chloé, the part that still likes to hurt people, the part of her that is her mother, is happy with that, and she feels a brief burst of shame, but this is Lila. She deserves every bit of Chloé's vitriol and her own fear.

The rest of her, though? The rest of her is not happy. Another, primal, feral part of her, the part of her that spent ten years in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng in spite of all her attempts to bury it, the part of her that remembers the day Marinette finally gave her Pollen permanently, the part of her that looks at her friends, her hive, and says protect with your life, rises up like a beast and burns in her muscles, her bones, her rage, and suddenly her palms slam into Lila's stomach, Lila is on the ground, stunned, and Chloé is standing over her like a wasp looming in the air above a doomed tarantula.

"I don't know how you got on campus," she spits. “And I don’t care.” She steps forward, her gaze beating Lila down into the ground. "You say one more word about Marinette and... and..."

Lila stares up at her, eyes wide and glistening. "I—I go here," she says, and for once, her voice sounds almost honest. "I—Chloé, we're friends, aren't we?"

Chloé’s brain goes white. "Friends?" Chloé shrieks. Oh, she’s about to get Akumatized again, isn’t she. But if her Akuma form goes after Lila? Worth it. "After what you did?" She bends down, grabs a fistful of Lila's tacky plastic orange lapels. "Marinette may have forgiven you but I. Have. Not."

Now Lila is the deer in the headlights, except she's not on a road or even on a highway, Chloé Bourgeois is a bullet train barrelling down on a fawn that has wandered onto the tracks and Chloé will not stop. "You are ridiculous, Lila," Chloé snarls, barely managing to stop herself from biting the other girl's face. "Utterly. Ridiculous."

"Hey!" Zoé says, forcing the two of them apart. "Break it up, you two!"

Huh, Chloé thinks, suddenly aware of her sister's hand on her chest. She'd been so pissed at Lila, she hadn't even noticed Zoé come in.

"She just..." Lila stammers, and the shock on her face—oh, Chloé hopes it's real. "She just—”

Than her eyes narrow. For a moment, a grin flashes across her face, before her teary shock returns… but with significantly less reality to it.

”You’re—you’re breaking up with me?” Lila sobs.

Zoé’s head snaps around, and Chloé can feel her sister tense. But she—oh, God, haha, Lila thought…

Lila doesn’t know she’s out.

Chloé starts to laugh.

It’s almost a cackle, more than anything. It bubbles up from her stomach, snatching her breath, doubling her over. She’s laughing so hard she fills the entire space of the tiny nap room, so hard that both Zoé and Lila are looking at her like she’s grown a second head.

”You think—” Chloé gasps, clutching at her stomach, “—I’d cheat on Kagami—” Oh, she can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. It’s too funny. “—with you?”

This is, very definitely, not the response Lila was expecting, given the shock on her face. Probably she was thinking Chloé would loudly deny being gay (when of course anyone with half a brain could have seen she was), thus confirming to Zoé their “secret relationship” and making herself look like the victim.

Whoopsie for her!

Chloé’s laughter slows down as she plops back into her cot, and she sighs, wiping tears out of her eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” she gasps through the largest grin she’s had all day. “Utterly, completely, and totally ridiculous.”

The look on Lila’s face is priceless. There are few things more satisfying than outmaneuvering smug assholes, and it’s so rare to catch the liar off-guard like this. Blindsiding Lila is a joy all its own, and Chloé intends to savor the memory of that face for years to come.

“Wait a minute,” Zoé says, breaking the moment. “You know?”

”Of—of course she knows,” Lila begins. “She and I—”

"Shut up," Chloé growls, flexing her perfectly-manicured fingers like claws. "And get. Out."

Lila swallows, frozen for half a second, then she spins and bolts for the door. It slams shut behind her, leaving Chloé alone with her sister.

Chloé collapses back onto her cot, her back slamming against the exposed white brick. Now that the adrenaline is gone, the encounter is starting to leave a really bad taste in her mouth, the way any encounter with Lila does. The bile is rising in her throat again, and she just wants to strip off her own skin and fling it somewhere far away where she doesn't have to live in it. "What is with everyone today?" she mumbles.

"What is with—what's with you?" Zoé says, slamming her hand onto the cot next to Chloé's leg. "First the Pollen thing, then the coffee prank, then…” She points out the door. “Lila is a nice person, who for some reason after all the bridges you've burned decided to be your friend, and you just—"

"She hurt Marinette," Chloé mumbles. "Nobody hurts Marinette."

“And then!” Zoé continues, heedless of Chloé’s interruption. “I’ve been trying to make you feel comfortable enough to admit to yourself that you’re gay for months, and then you just… casually? Out of spite?”

Admit that she's... what?

Wait. Something’s—something’s wrong. That's... not at all something she'd expect Zoé to say.

“I—I came out before we met,” Chloé says, haltingly. She's confused, and more than a little hurt. “You—you know that. You’ve met my girlfriend. We—” When she’d found out about Zoé, she’d been pissed enough for Akumatization—but afterwards, afterwards, it had been such a relief, such a joy, to have just one family member who accepted her as she was. “We went on double dates with you and Luka.” Had Zoé not known, all this time? Had she—had none of it mattered?

Zoé looks at her like she’s grown a second head. “Luka?” she says. “Marinette’s ex? I’ve barely even spoken to him, much less… been on dates!”

Chloé’s pulse is stabbing at her ears now. She has no idea what’s going on. Zoé’s confusion—has everyone else been feeling the same thing, today? Is that why they suddenly all hate her? Did some… Akuma or something wipe all their memories of her?

Except she was Akumatized, and Hawkmoth can’t have two out at once unless he’s Scarlet Moth, and that definitely didn’t happen today, and he’d never bother going Scarlet over her because he apparently still thinks of her as the nasty girl nobody cares about so he doesn’t think anyone would care about her the way they do about Marinette. A Sentimonster wouldn’t have this much reach, wouldn’t be able to make EVERYONE forget—

She can see Zoé going through the same mental calculations in her head. Something messed with someone’s memories. Hawkmoth is the most likely—okay, let's be real, only—candidate.

”You—you can’t be Akumatized, you rejected it,” Zoé says. “That means—” She turns pale. “You’re—you’re not my sister.”

Chloé’s heart stops. “W-what?” she manages.

Zoé backs away from her, eyes wide and immobile. “You’re a Sentimonster.”

The way she says the word—as if it's a swear, as if it's a curse—stabs straight through Chloé’s gut. She wants to vomit. Chloe is better at managing her anger when it comes to people she loves. Honestly, she is. But she never expected... from her own sister of all people... Don't get Akumatized, don't get Akumatized, don't get Akumatized—

Shut up and burn her, says the part of her that is her mother, and Chloé ignites.

She leaps to her feet, heedless of how Zoé is forced back, heedless of the terrified expression on her sister's face, barely aware of anything except her own rage. “OF COURSE I'M A FUCKING SENTIMONSTER!” she screams, reaching for her necklace. “You—you helped me steal my Amok from Mom! It was your plan! You—”

Instead of her mother’s wedding ring, Chloé’s fingers close on the necklace to find empty air.

Her entire body goes cold. She looks at the stunned, horrified Zoé, and suddenly she's in freefall. Part of her wonders if this is how Adrien felt when his bodyguard pitched him off the Montparnasse, but the rest is too caught up in the sickening drop of her gut, the fire in her extremities, the vacuum where her lungs are supposed to be.

"My..." she croaks, barely able to speak. "My Amok. It's—" She swallows as best she can around the lump that is digging spikes into her throat. "It's gone."

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[random-bookquotes]

“Magic and agriculture aren’t that different, when you think about it. Both require skill, preparation, and the right conditions to work, and both can fail because of circumstances beyond our control.”

L.A. Holloway, Reborn as the Villainess?! I'll Rewrite the Plot!

[anime-of-the-day]

Anime of the Day: Random New Summer 2023 Anime I Plan to Watch

My Happy Marriage

The Dreaming Boy is a Realist

My Tiny Senpai

The Masterful Cat Is Depressed Again Today

Sweet Reincarnation

Delicious in Dungeon

Maboroshi

The Boy and the Heron

Kaina of the Great Snow Sea: Star Sage

​​Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead

Jidou Hanbaiki ni Umarekawatta Ore wa Meikyuu wo Samayou

The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen: From Villainess to Savior

[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.

[animefeminist]

2023 Summer Three-Episode Check-In

Deeper themes are a little thin on the ground this season, but there’s still some very fun adventures to be had.

The team split up the three-episode reviews between staff volunteers, with one person putting together a short(ish) review on each series. Like we do with our check-in podcasts, we started from the bottom of our Premiere Digest list and worked our way up.

If we didn’t watch a show for at least three episodes, we skipped it, and we’ve used nice bold headers to help you quickly jump to the shows you’re interested in. We’ve also excluded shows that are continuing on in basically the same vein as our premiere review to conserve space. Unless specifically noted, we will not be mentioning overt spoilers for anything beyond episode three.

We don’t have the time to keep up with everything, so please let us know about any gems we might be missing in the comments!

Read it at Anime Feminist!

[mimiyamiya]

My guy looks so bored give him a gameboy

[manganimetradnow]

14 Best Manga Like The Reincarnation of the Strongest Exorcist in Another World

This article is about the best manga like Another World’s The Reincarnation of the Strongest Exorcist. As everyone knows, the main character of the series The Reincarnation of the Strongest Exorcist in Another World is reborn in a different universe. Summary – 10 Best Manga Like The Reincarnation of the Strongest Exorcist in Another World Fuyu Fenrir no Itoshigo to Natta Watashi ga, Zetsubou…

[toonabby]

Happy birthday, Hannah Alyea!

Characters of Hannah Alyea:

Aoi Inuyama from Laid-Back Camp

Cecilia from Saint Cecilia and Pastor Lawrence

Rae Taylor from I'm in Love with the Villainess

Lychee from Handyman Saitou in Another World

Shui from Reborn as a Vending Machine, I Now Wonder the Dungeon

Kacey from SPY x FAMILY

Marybelle from Crush Crush

Rudy from The Aristocrat's Otherworldly Adventure: Serving Gods Who Go Too Far AKA Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World

[swet99]

In the enchanted kingdom of Arbek, where magic thrived and mysteries unfolded, a cursed illegitimate princess was born. Her existence, a stain upon the regal lineage, was met with disdain and rejection from the moment she drew her first breath. The empress, her mother, perished during the arduous childbirth, leaving behind a fractured family and a world fraught with darkness.

The cursed princess never knew her mother's tender touch or heard her gentle voice. She was left to navigate a treacherous path in a kingdom where she was unwanted. Her father, burdened by grief and resentment, turned a blind eye to her existence, choosing instead to immerse himself in his own sorrow. Her elder brother, a fragile soul torn apart by the loss of his beloved mother, directed his anger towards her, holding her responsible for the tragedy that befell their family.

Whispers of the curse that tainted her birth spread like wildfire through the kingdom. The people, fearing the unknown, branded her as a creature of darkness and harbinger of evil. Everywhere she went, she was met with scornful gazes and scornful words. The weight of their judgment crushed her spirit, and she found solace only in the fleeting moments of solitude.

As if the curse upon her birth was not enough, the cursed princess also suffered from a life-threatening affliction. For an entire year, she teetered on the precipice of death, barely sustained by meager rations and the faint flicker of her own will to survive. The servants, servants in name only, treated her with disdain and indifference. They reveled in her weakness, making disrespectful remarks and subjecting her to cruel abuse whenever they pleased.

Yet, despite the torment she endured, the cursed princess clung to a sliver of hope. In the depths of her heart, she yearned for her family's affection, dreaming that one day they would see her worth and cast away their animosity. Her days were filled with efforts to please them, to earn their love and acceptance. But alas, her endeavors were in vain, as her father remained distant, her brother's hatred unyielding, and the empress a mere phantom of a forgotten time.

The fateful day arrived when the sword of her own husband became her deliverance from a life riddled with suffering. Betrayed and deceived, she fell victim to a cruel plot, her trust shattered into irreparable pieces. She was used, abused, neglected, and finally silenced in death's embrace.

And then, a miracle occurred. The cursed princess was reborn, transported to a realization that shattered her world anew. She discovered that the realm she resided in was not reality but a tale inscribed upon the pages of a novel. In this narrative, she was the villain, and the saintess, a character bestowed with endless love and prosperity, played the role of the heroine.

Armed with this newfound knowledge, the cursed princess was faced with a profound choice. Would she succumb to the vengeful urges that seethed within her wounded soul, seeking retribution against those who had wronged her? Or would she rise above the shackles of her past, forging a new path toward survival and freedom?

Guided by her indomitable will, she recognized the power she now possessed. A mysterious system had mistaken her as an ally of the saintess, endowing her with incredible abilities. It expected her to aid the saintess in her quest to rule the world. Yet, her loyalties wavered, her convictions tested. Should she play the part assigned to her, or should she carve her own destiny, defying the constraints of the written word?

[persnicketypansy]

Job Description: creative and interesting person willing to become emotionally invested in a story that doesn't exist, in order to facilitate creative energy in author. Will be spending 6+ hrs at a time listening to info dumping and being shown poorly drawn pictures. May be asked to provide opinions or suggestions, at author's discretion.

Requirements: be able to tell different characters apart based on name, description, and art.

Be able to remember helpful details for author: character ages, whether people are cousins, etc.

Extreme patience, as no content will ever be created except drawings and ramblings.

Pay: joy and whimsy, fan art, several years of role-playing available on request

[random-bookquotes]

Villains didn’t get redemption arcs in stories like this. We existed for one reason and one reason only: to be the driving force that lifted the protagonists up, and then to die in appropriately brutal ways to satisfy the readers’ bloodlust.

L.A. Holloway, Reborn as the Villainess?! I'll Rewrite the Plot!

[redhatmeg]

There should be an academic paper analysing the anime trope of some guy/gal being reincarnated in another world/otome game/as a noble or commoner in context of reincarnation in traditional sense.

Especially since in those kinds of stories the protagonist always remembers their previous life.