#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.

[galahadwilder]

Okay I am suddenly very consumed by “reborn as the villainess” plot thoughts so imagine Fanon (redeemed) Chloé who got better after season 2 wakes up as canon season 5 Chloé and has to carefully untangle all the bullshit that her alternate self got into

[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.

[yondamoegi]

If I ever get hit by a truck and isekai'd into a game I've played a lot, I think I'll die at the first opportunity because I wouldn't remember shit from the plot and mechanics

[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

[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!

[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?

[galahadwilder]

The Time I Got Reincarnated as an Evil Version of Myself

Chapter 1: Honey Sweet

My AO3 is linked in my bio.

After Catalyst, Chloé’s life only got better. Now a full-time superhero, she managed to finally make new friends, forging bonds with the other members of her team. She’d repaired her relationships with her father and Sabrina, fallen in love, and welcomed a surprise sister with open arms.

Then she wakes up in a world where none of that happened. Where, after Catalyst, she only got worse, and lonelier, and more and more bitter.

The canon timeline, in fact. Or something close to it.

Chloé is the only one who remembers the other world. Her friends hate her, her relationships are destroyed, even her girlfriend has barely ever spoken to her. But that’s okay. Whether good or evil, Chloé Bourgeois has never—and WILL never—let anything stop her.

~

Honeybee claws her way back to consciousness with a splitting headache.

"Urgh," she groans, feeling her throat seize mid-noise as she tries to fight down a vomit. Might be a concussion. "Anyone..." She winces as the word sends pain spiking through her skull. "Anyone get the license on that Akuma?"

Wow. She really has been spending a lot of time with Adrien lately.

She tries to roll onto her hands, to stand up, when she realizes that something's wrong. The ground—the ground is soft. If she got hit hard enough to get knocked down, she should be either on roof or on the street. Neither of which are soft.

Actually, it feels like she's on a bed.

She shoots upright, then immediately regrets it as her brain hammers on the inside of her eyeballs. "Augh!" she yelps, clutching at her forehead.

Then she realizes that what she's feeling is flesh on flesh. There's no spandex. She's ungloved.

She's not transformed.

Her eyes shoot open, and she once again immediately regrets it as beams of light stab between her fingers straight into her optic nerves. She shrieks, covering her head with her forearms.

Yes, that is definitely a concussion.

She carefully cracks her eyes, trying to regulate the stabbing light as slowly as she can. Still hurts, but less, so she's taking the time to adjust. "Pollen?" she croaks.

There's no response.

Immediately, Chloé throws her eyes open, heedless of the pain. Pollen's not with her? Was she—did—did Hawkmoth get her?

It takes her a moment to adjust, before she realizes that she's in her room. Which, okay, that's not great, because she doesn't remember getting her so she must've blacked out, or maybe died, during the Akuma fight, but on the other hand Zoé probably has Pollen right now so at least the Kwami is safe.

Chloé rolls herself out of bed, groaning again at the throbbing in her head. If the Cure went off, why does she still hurt? It usually knits her back together by now.

She stumbles toward her closet, opens the door, and pulls out her favorite fluffy terrycloth robe. She hopes Zoé is back. She wants to check and make sure her sister—and the Kwami they share—are okay.

She makes her way toward the door to her suite, walking as much with her hands on the wall as with her feet on the floor. Her balance is really gone right now. She should probably get back to bed, rest, but she has to check on Zoé. She's not sure why, but she's starting to get the sinking feeling that something is very, very wrong.

Creeping into hallway is easy enough, at least. Her balance is coming back, the vertigo is retreating. She crosses, light-footed, to her sister's door and knocks. Gently, because ow. Sounds are ow.

For a moment, there's no response, and Chloé feels her heart leap into her throat. Then, finally, she hears Zoé's voice: "Who is it?"

"Chloé," Chloé calls back, her throat rasping.

"...Oh," Zoé says. "What do you want?"

"Just checking on you," Chloé says. "Is—" She swallows. "Is Pollen with you? She wasn't in my room when I woke up."

She hears absolute silence from the room, then the sound of her sister's feet padding across the floor. Zoé throws the door open, wearing her favorite yellow-trimmed black silk pajamas—but the glare on her face is significantly less familiar.

"That's not funny, Chlo," Zoé snaps.

Chloé blinks. "I... wasn't... trying to be?" she says.

"Well, good, 'cause you failed," Zoé says. "I can't even tell what you were trying to do." She crosses her arms and leans against the doorway, scowling. "Why in God's name would I have—like, were you accusing me of working with Monarch? Because I have tried to be a good sister, but there's some things—"

"What?" Chloé says. "I just—" She blinks, swallows. "I just wanted to know if you two were okay."

Zoé straightens, stares at her, confusion written in her wide eyes. "I—what?"

Chloé starts to feel her neck heat. "Did... did I say something wrong?" she says.

"You never ask if I'm okay," Zoé says. She reaches out her palm, placing it on Chloé's forehead. "Are you feeling sick or something?"

Chloé leans into her hand, her eyes fluttering closed. "I think I have a concussion," she mutters.

"...How?" Zoe asks, pulling her hand back (causing Chloé to whine at the loss of contact). "Did you fall off the bed or something?"

Chloé shakes her head. "Took an Akuma to the face," she says. "I just wanted to make sure you picked up Pollen after I detransformed."

Zoé's face grows clouded with concern. "Chloé," she says, "you... haven't been Queen Bee for, like, a year."

"I mean, duh?" Chloé says. "I told you, I had to change my hero name to protect my identity." She's starting to wonder if Zoé is okay, now. Does she not remember?

Zoé's face twists back into a scowl. "Oh, now you're telling me that you were Vesperia?" she snaps. "Real funny, Chloé. I'll see you at school." Then she slams the door.

Chloé blinks. Of... of course she wasn't saying that, Zoé is Vesperia. What has her sister so angry?

~

Getting ready for the day is been unexpectedly difficult. All of her favorite outfits are missing—in the wash, probably—so she’s stuck with a bunch she doesn’t remember buying. Probably from Daddy. The only lip gloss she’s able to find is that white one she’d stopped wearing months ago when she realized how much it made her look like she was about to demand to speak to someone’s manager—i.e., her mother. (She’d had a full-blown dissociative episode over that one. No way in hell is she touching that particular lip gloss anymore.) She decides that it’s probably a hair down kind of day, though her yellow hoodie seems to be missing so she can’t go full comfy, which is slightly grating.

Zoé doesn't wait for her to walk to school together the way she usually does. Something's really wrong—Chloé must have pissed her off really badly. The worst part is, she has no idea what she even said. She keeps replaying the conversation they had in her mind, trying to figure out what happened, what had triggered Zoé this badly, but she can't. She's stuck on one thing.

Zoé had mentioned someone—or something—called Monarch. She’d talked about them like they were some kind of new villain, almost with a sense of… paranoia? It’s unsettling, a little bit. Chloé can’t help wondering how much, exactly, happened while she was unconscious. Or dead, or whatever.

It’s been a year and she’s still not quite used to thinking that.

She wanders into class holding a tray full of coffees, each of which she’s marked with the animal symbol of one of her friends as a bit of an inside joke—and also to keep them straight, because god forbid she accidentally give Marinette “black coffee or death” Dupain-Cheng some of Adrien’s cream-and-sugar monstrosity.

”Morning, guys,” she says, removing the cardboard cups from her tray and placing them in front of Adrien and Nino. “Coffee’s up.”

The entire classroom falls silent at once, and suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her, pressing on her with the weight of confusion and judgment. Nino and Alya, in particular, seem more baffled than anything else—but Adrien… Adrien seems angry.

”Was… it not my turn?” Chloé says, weakly. Did she do something? Why is everyone so pissed at her today?

“Your turn for what?” Alya says, confused, before she turns her cup and sees what Chloé drew on it. Her face draws tight. “Oh. Thanks. Very funny, Chloé.”

”What?” Nino says. “What did she…?”

Alya points at his cup. “Turtle shell.”

“Oh.” Nino turns a glare on Chloé. “Asshole.”

Chloé’s heart leaps up into her throat, and she swears she can’t breathe. “I—what?” she gasps. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—” What is happening?

Adrien’s face is white as a sheet, now. He’s staring at his cup like he’s been struck dead. She’s not even sure he’s breathing.

”I—I—” Chloé’s starting to feel overwhelmed. Hopeless. Everything’s going wrong today and she has no idea why and oh no, she’s gonna get Akumatized, she has to get out of here before she hurts somebody.

”Scuse me!” she yelps, body-slamming back out the classroom door and dashing toward the second-floor bathrooms.

~

The charm Marinette gave her is the wrong color.

It’s such a weird thing to fixate on, what with everything happening right now, but focusing on that is helping Chloé keep calm. She hasn’t heard the flap of butterfly wings yet, so it seems to be working?

Either way. The Anti-Akuma charm is the wrong color. It’s… yellow. The same yellow as her uniform. Which would’ve made sense for any number of her Akuma forms, except that the one that Marinette specifically gave her the charm for, she had been dressed in a way that was patterned on Ryuuko’s costume, not any of Chloé’s—red, with black and gold accents. This is not her charm.

She hears the door to the bathroom open, and immediately she’s on alert. There are any number of people she doesn’t want to see right now, and if any of them—

“Chloé? Are you… sitting on the floor?”

Oh thank Kwami. That’s Marinette’s voice.

”Sorry,” Chloé mumbles, barely keeping the tears out of her voice. “Trying not to get Akumatized.” She barely looks up as her friend’s pink capris enter her field of vision, though she does hold up the Anti-Akuma charm. “Charm seems to be working okay.”

”That’s goo—wait.” Marinette seems to dither, stuck between going to Chloé and entering the bathroom stall. “I thought that was a gift from your mom?”

“What? No, you gave me this,” Chloé says, then coughs out a single laugh. “Only thing Audrey ever gave me was mommy issues.”

”I… don’t know what you’re talking about?” Marinette says, unconvincingly.

That makes Chloé look up, meeting her friend’s eyes in confusion. ”Nobody else is here, Mari,” she says. “It’s just us.”

Marinette takes a step back.

Chloé blinks. “What is with everyone today?” she says.

”I don’t… know?” Marinette says.

Chloé sighs, staring back down at the tiled floor. “Did Pollen stay the night at your place? I couldn’t find her this morning and Zoé wouldn’t talk to me.”

Marinette is silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. “Who’s…” she croaks. “Who’s Pollen?”

”Oh, come on!” Chloé snaps, slamming a fist into the tiled floor. “Don’t tell me you forgot. Kwami of Subjugation? Looks like a tiny humanoid bee?”

"You—!" Marinette says, and Chloé is surprised to hear the wetness in her voice. She looks up to see Marinette's reddened face, eyes shining with tears that she's clearly trying to hold back. "Why—why would I—know where—where—where—where—where—"

Oh, no. Chloé knows this look. Something just triggered Marinette, badly, and though she has no idea what, Chloé can't just let her best friend spiral. She reaches behind her and pulls herself up on the sink, staggering into Marinette and sweeping her into a hug. "Hey," she says, pressing her palms against Marinette's back, pulling her in close. "We'll find her, okay? She's—"

The she feels the sink crack against the base of her spine before she even registers that Marinette has shoved her. She slips, pinwheeling, back to the ground, plastic dust raining down onto her head, barely even aware of her own body—the impact drove all the breath, and all the thoughts, clean out of her.

"Don't—don't touch me," Marinette whispers from the floor across from her, shaking, eyes wide. She's thrown herself across the bathroom, too, tripped backward onto her butt. "Don't touch—don't... you..."

Chloé, stunned, looks at her own hands, the dust on them, the deep red scrapes where rough plastic friction burned her skin. She can't feel them yet, but she's going to in less than a minute, and they look... they look painful. Part of her, the ragged, nasty part, the part of her that is her mother, wants to leap up, scream, throw Marinette against a wall, storm into the principal's office and demand she be expelled. She wants to take out the pain of the last few hours on everyone else, because it's always been easier to vent it than feel it.

But more than that, more than anything, she just wants her goddamn teddy bear.

It takes her a moment to realize that she's crying, because it takes her a moment to remember to breathe, but when the breath comes it comes hard and ragged. "I'm—I'm—s-s-sorry," she sobs. "J-j-just want—want—wanted to... to... help."

Marinette looks at her like she's grown a second head.

Chloé, heedless of the scrapes and the dust, buries her face in her hands and finally feels whatever inside of her was still holding together collapse.

Then she hears a very familiar voice in her head. The one she still has nightmares about.

Hello, Princess Solitaire, Hawkmoth says.

@emma-d-klutz @generalluxun @naresar @ninepostsstuff @grotesquewombat @erisluna35 @oblivionhold @all-peristeronic @chaos-has-theories @into-september @claws-and-bee-stings @279ital @drawing2cope

[princessmossy]

I love webcomics as a medium! But they’re been ruined by webtoons who just churn out the same generic algorithmic pleasing stories as quickly as they can. They don’t even HAVE fandoms because they only exist for like a week before it’s replaced by another generic story with the exact same plot. They’re like the tiktok of comics...

Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.

We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.

The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.

Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.

Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.

There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.

Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.

We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.