#badass female mc

[imkumichan]

Princess!Reader x Duke!Levi Ackerman

Warning: Fantasy, Royalty AU, morally grey characters.

Run away!Princess MC who wants to take over the throne which rightfully hers from her older cousin (currently the emperor).

Princess!Reader whom on the run the night before her debutante. Her father, the emperor, is nowhere to be found (presumably dead) and her mother, the empress, is in comatose. And Princess!Reader was accused the one who poisoned her own mother.

Princess!Reader is spoiled in everyway, including in knowledges. She left with only 2 loyal maids with her.

Run away!Princess Reader, may looks delicate. But she's so cunning! She was born and raised to rule the empire, she won't let anybody, and and especially a bastard from her uncle to take what's hers.

Run away!Princess Reader, who silently make a move to coup d'etat meet with her supposed-to-be-fiance Duke!Levi Ackerman whom was assigned to capture the Princess to face the trial, which later learn the truth and helping the princess to take over the empire.

About Run Away!Princess Reader

The Princess was accused poisoned her own mother through mana poisoned. (Only royals who can hurts other royals that badly because their mana is different).

She was supposed to be engaged with Duke!Levi Ackerman in a month after her debutante. But that never happened.

Princess!Reader and Duke!Levi's relationship is purely based on political interest at first (however they getting along). But after the incident their feeling will get stronger and will become more romantic.

Princess!Reader's mana is powerful. The special jewel in the throne (special jewel filled with mana that will acknowledge anyone who it thinks its worthy for the throne. If the jewel doesn't acknowledged it, they wont be able to wear the empire's crown) had acknowledged her as the rightful heir of the empire before.

However, unfortunately, her cousin is strong enough that the special jewel also acknowledged him as a ruler because he's also a royalty (even though he is a bastard child)

Princess!Reader's personality is cunning, and could be ruthless when she needs to be. Looks delicate, but can kill you in like... 5 seconds.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #thinking of 'Golden Times' mahwa #and 'Shadow & Light' totally recommend👍 #badass female MC #i wanna something like villaines(?) mc lol #duke levi and princess reader will definitely become power couple later on #princess!reader is not timid!! #she's bold and knows what she wants and how to get it

[anonmojito]

Reading solo leveling again and gahh,,,

I forgot how bland and dry the romance is. Not sure why it needed to be included in the first place at all! It should've been about the action and stayed that way cause romantic chemistry is not this manwha's strong suit 😞

#The girl basically falls for him because of his scent #They don't have a conversation that could last longer than five minutes before she decides she wants to be by his side #MC's need to be cool stoic badass makes him feel indifferent to her feelings too #solo leveling #rant tbh #Mojito_Spills #I also have something to say about how it handles female characters but that's a different point entirely

[randombook4idk]

me, waiting for a female character, outside of maki, to have screentime

#ok maybe im being too harsh here since there are male characters who gotten the short stick #but i remember when jjk was starting to become popular #i heard how great the female cast was yet at the same time maki was the only one i kept hearing about #mai momo miwa...didnt hear much about them only praises about how badass maki was #and how nobara wasnt like other female mcs #then finally started reading jjk and yeah the female cast wasnt terrible #but at the same time i wouldnt call it the best female cast of all time #for instance i was spoiled about mai dying but when i got there it like she just appeared out of nowhere to die for maki #and before she didnt get her character explored at all like outside of the sister school arc theres not much about her #ok rant over #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mai zenin #momo nishimiya #kasumi miwa #zenin mai #nishimiya momo #miwa kasumi #utahime iori #iori utahime #jjk critical #jjk salt #jjk criticism

[qqchurch]

one big thing that sucks when watching random manga rec videos or even any weeb-adjacent stuff is that there's a very high chance that the guy making the video is a casual misogynist

#qq posts #still rolling around my head the times i hear stuff like #'this character is very annoying' <-the character is a girl thats not a meek waifu to the MC #or 'this female character is not like other female leads' <- is badass but still subordinate to men #or 'not like a shoujo protagonist' <- has a very narrow assumption of shoujo and just assumes its all 'romance trash' #basically makes me never trust their opinion especially if its stuff with femMCs

[dove-chan32931]

Blame by Air Traffic Control

For the MC of Ikemen Sengoku. It fits perfectly 😭 💕

I can just imagine it. Hideyoshi or Sasuke singing this to her. Or Lord Nobunaga singing this to her. She was afraid and scared at first but as she got to know them all, she warmed up to them all. And everything is going good before something happens. The wormhole is searching for her, and trying to get history back on track. But Mc fell for Nobunaga, or something and is trying to stop Nobunaga from living his true fate. Keep him from dying in a temple. But fate has other plans. And they're in a burning temple. And Nobunaga is laying on the ground, bleeding to death, head on her lap as she sobs over him, tears falling onto him and he lifts his hand, wiping her tears away. Telling her it'll be okay and that he'll be fine. That he's not afraid. That he's Happy to die here with her by his side. His hand falls and his eyes close as he slowly whispers don't blame yourself. Before dying in her arms. She cries from the heartbreak. And stays there by his side.

Flash forward to a few months forward and she's once again living her best life, visiting his grave once in awhile, smiling at the fond memories she made before someone calls out to her,and it's the boys, beckoning her over to hurry up, teasing her, saying it's time to go. They have a war to fight. She says goodbye to him and asks for him to keep them safe. To win the war and get Japan back on track. To have peace. Like he always wanted for their country.

Mc walks away with a smile, ready to lead the Nobunaga Oda army to victory. In honor of her friend or past lover.

I want to write this. But my writing skills are crap. :) anyways I like angst. I like happy endings too but this time, I don't wish for that.

#ikemen sengoku #MC #why am i like this #angst #angst with a sad ending #writers #oda nobunaga #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #nobunaga the warlord #nobunaga x reader #Nobunaga oda x reader #Oda Nobunaga x reader #could be either gender to be honest #most likely female #mc becomes a warlord or something #mc is a potential badass #someone please write this #and tag me #hurt my heart please #female mc #Oda warlords #Ikemen Sengoku Oda #ikesen hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikesen #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku sasuke

[hongchenzhu]

Imagine Malleus had this childhood friend that he was very close to, and she (yes a female... deal with it) happens to be noble in Briar Valley. The two here are close to the point that Malleu's grandma put an engagement between them.

So Malleus and Childhood friend grow up and they're still really close, Childhood friend would listen to Malleus talk about gargoyles and Malleus would listen to Childhood friend talk about the dumb noble that she comes across. Then Malleus started to attend NRC, or the first two years Malleus and Childhood friend would communicate through letters, Childhood friend would put time off her day to read and reply to them.

But Childhood friend is also the heir to her family's dukedom (yes I think faes aren't really misogynist so Childhood friend just so happens to be the oldest and her mother is also the head of the family.) So she has her own lesson to do and her family is also military-based (boss queen) she has a lot of duties.

But when the third year rolled around and when Yuu arrived on the campus the relationship between Malleus and Childhood friend started to become strained. Malleus rarely wrote to Childhood friend and kept ignoring her letter, finally after getting some info on Lilia Childhood friend finally had enough and decided to break off the engagement between her and Malleus.

When Malleus come back to Briar Valley he wonders why Childhood friend won't talk to him that much, then she tells her that she tried contacting him, trying to communicate with him cause she really needs someone to lean against, to hear her worries but not did Malleus neglect her he completely abandoned her...

Malleus is a bit OOC... I like to bring pain to others

... Ill write more

#malleus draconia #twisted oc #twisted wonderland #malleus angst #malleus x oc #Twisted wonderland OC #diasomnia #night raven college #female mc #female oc #strong female protagonist #oldest sister #MC a badass #MC take no fuck

[lotus-petal-art]

An unfinished sketch of Myrisan as a queen.

I tried to do lava hair, because when she's super pissed, her hair turns into lava. So yes, she's pissed, which is rare for her to openly express her anger, but she takes pride in it.

I did make her arms a bit big, but that's to try and show her more athletic build. Also, I ain't making her stick thin, so I wanted to give her a somewhat realistic body.

More on her personality: Though usually calm and mature, Myrisan can be a bit of a crackhead when around people she's comfortable with. She's a bit of a glutton and eats a lot, but that's if her energy's low. She also has child-like excitement when it comes to things she's passionate about, like ice skating, food, manga/anime, cosplay and art. She also doesn't take shit from others and will act a bit aggressive about it.

But she's also insecure about herself, mostly her appearance and her way of behaving. She tends to unintentionally hurt others, and when she sees it, she does whatever she can to make things better.

I don't know if I can count these as flaws, but Myrisan does have scars on her abdomen and legs, so physical flaws. She also has marks similar to cracks on her upper back that she doesn't want anyone to see.

I drew her pose based off this:

This may shock you, but I hate LO. Idfc what you say, I hate it.

I don't like how almost everyone is written. They're boring to me. RS did them dirty. My god, she did not do proper research on the gods.

Apollo, Hestia, Athena, Nyx and Thanatos are some of my favourites, yet look how they turned out! (I still love the ogs and other versions-)

#a stupid attempt at my badass female mc #yes myrisan is a mc in my own series #can i even call it that? #my art #my oc #traditional art #anti lore olympus #anti lo

[manawari]

"We were separated by fate, but in this second chance at life, our love story will continue and I will never let you go."

#go read doom breaker if you want some op mc a badass female lead and a romance that will leave your heart go insane #jin-woo 🤝 zephyr — restarting over to be with the love of their lives without worries #solo leveling #doom breaker #reincarnation of the suicidal battle god #sung jin woo #cha hae in #zephyr #altair #zephtair #jinhae

[goldenxchoices]

choices aesthetics | it lives appreciation week 2023 day 1: mcs -> kaia hansen

"someone has to figure out how to stop mr. red, and i don't want to risk anyone else. [...] i'm just tired of seeing my friends get hurt."

18. she/her. bisexual. ♡ connor.

(tag list: @ila-appreciationweek)

#ilaw #playchoices #it lives in the woods #it lives anthology #mc: kaia hansen #gw.all #gw.edits #gw.aesthetics #gw.mcs #i never actually play female mcs in ilitw #the sprites are ugly as fuck #but i can't resist a badass female protagonist #and the connor romance snuck up on me #as a lesbian it's not usually my jam #anyway kaia is brand new so i don't know much about her yet #but i wanted to participate anyway

[wyvernne]

oh jeez, my psychosis gives me symptoms extremely similar in that regard, often with checking and other rituals. i can't begin to imagine how devastating the actual disorder must be to have though. :( writing everything down and expressing your pain through that is one of the most freeing things, i think! maybe not as a main coping mechanism, but i used to be all "euughh writing won't help!" but once i started writing again last year, i've found myself learning to work through my emotions a lot easier. funny how things work.

and thank you so much! i'm nervous because this will be my first surgery, but it's nothing too big, so i'm hoping it'll fly right by. i'm really looking forward to what's to come, too! hurt/comfort fics have been fuelling me since i got sick this year and even though i'm incredibly sensitive, that's what the comfort part is for, after all. it just feels more life-like, too, going through all that pain but having someone there to be your anchor in the end.

and i'm DEFINITELY going to check out penny dreadful! i'll need something to watch while in recovery, so it seems like that'll be my pick. - 🧸 (who knows, maybe i'll come off anon next time.)

this might sound stupid but like… i’m proud of myself for playing genshin and writing fics again. it’s just… so exciting to have interests and passions without feeling like i have no energy for anything. i used to devour books. but throughout high school in college i just never had time for it anymore, and it felt like i started losing a part of myself that i really loved. i’m trying to enjoy things again, to let myself have passions and indulgences.

i just have to remind myself that just because i have OCD doesn’t mean that it’s a part of my identity. it’s… embarrassing, honestly, and very few people even know about it. i haven’t even told my own brothers yet. but finding forums with people who are also going through it makes me feel so much more validated. hearing their advice, their struggles, their success stories… it makes me feel so much less alone.

I know medical ailments can be absolutely terrifying. I don’t know if this will help, but it always kind of soothes me to put everything into context. “I just have to close my eyes, and when I wake up the surgery will be done and I can do this thing I really love” type beat.

i really can’t do hurt/no comfort tropes but my god, when it’s hurt/comfort, the more intense the hurt the more satisfying the comfort.

so so so tempted to write a lil AU based off of the possession episode in penny dreadful. diluc would fit in that scene so well.

#asks #anonymous #🧸 #ethan chandler is my love my malewife my heart but he’s pretty dissimilar to diluc #there’s just like #moments of softness from him that make my heart twist #but god #the female lead is so fucking badass #i want to write an mc just like her #to everyone reading this get a free trial of whatever platform it’s on now and just straight up watch the possession episode #no context just the best hurt/comfort #pls read tws before this show has very dark themes

[lo-cinno]

WAIT I FORGOT HSR MCS HAVE DIFFERENT BURST ANIMATIONS

#holy shit female mc’s looks so badass #male mc just look like he bouta commit various criminal acts of violence

[tobesobri]

when you read one star reviews of a book after you finish it and they are defending your least favorite character and saying the romance ruined the book lmaoooo do you not enjoy fun??? we love romance subplots over here idk what your problem is

#i literally hate when people bash romance plots #and it was saying how the female mc became so less badass bc of the love interest like #im sorry are badass women not allowed to also be happy and be in love #bc she was still badass as fuck even with him like it makes no damn sense

[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] (1)

Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby! MC

Plot: Through some mysterious and very miraculous events, a young woman finds herself literally stuck with a character from her current video game obsession. You can guess it already. It's an isekai type fanfic. Except in this case Astarion is stuck in our modern world.  I was gonna call the MC Tav, but since the actual game character Tav is mentioned I just named her Winnie. 

Content Warnings: Death….sorta, An asshole of a stepdad, MC uses She/Her pronouns, eventual smut and sexual content in future parts. Characters may be Ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible. MC has very low self esteem. Depressed MC.

Chapter One: You are here!

Chapter Two: Here!

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“Argh I knew something would go wrong with this game!” The female huffed, staring down at her computer. Her eyes scanned over the error message titled ‘Character not found.’ She gritted her teeth in frustration. “God forbid I try mods….” 

The young woman groaned, shutting her laptop and falling back onto the bed. Apparently after finally installing a cheat mod onto Baldur's Gate 3 the game decided to retaliate and locked her out of her save files. She couldn't even create a new character either! The same ‘Character not found’ message seemed to pop up no matter what she did. The girl’s name was Winnie, a college student in her early twenties who was still living at home. Not too long ago Winnie had gotten the game upon release. She'd played it several times since then and even yet was still able to find some hidden secrets she didn't notice the first time. Honestly this game had really helped with her current state. Life had just been dull and miserable. All her friends had moved on and had their own lives now and she really wasn't the best at making new ones. 

She had a dull boring job, did online writing classes and also had to put up with the asshole her mother married. This game had been a godsend for her these past few months. It gave her an escape. A way to be someone else, at least for a little while anyway. 

Not to mention live out her somewhat cringey teenage girl fantasy of dating a walking red flag of a vampire. In this game she felt important. Like she was some badass heroine who was ready to take on any foe.  Not the shy, scared, awkward woman who she saw in the mirror.

Her cat Maddie broke Winnie from her thoughts as she hopped up onto the bed and crawled onto the young woman's chest. Winnie ran her hand over the cat's thick fluffy black fur.  Maddie gave a small mew before purring noisily and gently kneading her claws into Winnie’s chest.

Winnie sighed, scratching the sides of Maddie's face as she was soothed by the feline’s pur. 

“WINNIE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!” A gruff male voice shouted from the other room, causing Maddie to jump and scramble off of Winnie and hide under the bed. 

The brunette haired girl sighed and got up, walking out of the room and cautiously stepping down the hall. 

“Yes, Brian?” Winnie spoke up as she entered the kitchen.  She looked over to see her stepfather stumbling about. Brian was a rather large man with short dark hair and beard. He was well….very unpleasant.

“Where are the goddamn car keys?” He growled out. 

“Dunno, I don't drive.” Winnie said calmly as she leaned up against the wall, “mom probably put them somewhere. Check the coffee table by the recliner.” 

Brian stomped off, a tiny tan fluff of a dog following after him.  He grabbed the keys before walking back into the kitchen. 

“I'm going to the store. Keep that stupid cat of yours in your room! It keeps shitting all over the carpet!” 

“I've told you over and over. Maddie only goes in the litter box. It's your dog that keeps making a mess in the house because you don't take him outside when he needs to go.” Winnie rolled her eyes.

“Don't fucking talk back to me! You're lucky your mother lets you stay here, if it was up to me you'd have been kicked out of here a long time ago.”  Brain snapped, making Winnie flinch a little at his tone.  “Now make sure the trash is taken out before I get back.” He said before stomping out the front door and slamming it behind him.  Winnie flinched once again at the loud sound before letting out a sigh and pulling the trash out of the can despite the fact that she distinctly remembered her mother telling Brian to take it out this morning. 

Winnie took out the trash before coming back inside heading back to her room. Her eyes scanned over her laptop as Maddie crawled out from under the bed.  She walked back over and opened the device, logging herself on before attempting to open her game back up.

[Character not found.]

Winnie groaned before filling out a bug report and then putting her computer up. She needed to get ready and go to work anyway. 

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A few days had passed and nothing seemed to work. Winnie had disabled and deleted all the mods, sent in about a dozen but reports and still nothing. The only thing left she could try now was uninstalling the game and then reinstalling it. 

Winnie sat on the bed waiting patiently for the game to download though she knew it would at least take an hour. She pulled out her cellphone, noticing a text from her mother. The message was informing Winnie that Brian and her mom wouldn't be home until late tonight. At least this meant she'd have plenty of peace and quiet in the meantime. The young woman spread out on her bed, stretching her limbs before slowly closing her eyes, resting lazily.

Time passed as she slowly dozed off…Eventually she was awoken by the sound of beeping? It was some strange noise that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She quickly looked over to her laptop and her eyes widened as she noticed it seemed to be going crazy. Blinking and beeping.

“What the fuck!?” She exclaimed, grasping her computer and frantically clicking the mousepad. 

Then the screen went black before seemingly returning to the home screen. However, everything on the computer was gone save for one shortcut. Baldur's Gate 3.

The game’s shortcut sat in the very center of the computer, practically screaming at Winnie to click on it. She clicked it and the game opened up. 

Everything seemed to go as normal up until the title screen.  Winnie’s eyes widened in shock as she noticed all of the menu options were gone aside from (New Game).  She raised an eyebrow before clicking on the only option available and waiting as the opening cinematic played. Everything continued as it usually did. Winnie created her Tav, a human druid with an urchin background, then proceeded to hop into the game. 

Winnie did a bit of a speed run, moving through the Nautiloid as quickly as she could. She recruited Us, Lae'zel and freed Shadowheart before reaching the helm and crashing the ship.

Upon reaching the ravaged beach was when things began to get strange. 

The game buffered and blinked a bit, skipping the scene where Tav would check themselves out followed by some voiced narration. Tav was kinda just there on the beach. 

“Oh God. The game is glitching….” Winnie whined. She sighed in annoyance before clicking on the ground where she wanted Tav to walk. Winnie REALLY did not feel like uninstalling the game and waiting another hour to try again so she decided she'd play for as long as the game would allow.  Winnie had Tav wander over towards where Shadowheart would normally be laying after crash, only to find an empty space where the half elf should be.  Winnie groaned assuming it was another glitch before continuing on along the beach. While most things were there like the dead bodies and the intellect devourer enemies, Winnie did not see any sign of Shadowheart at all. Not even near the ruins where she'd be if she wasn't rescued by the player.  Winnie decided to quickly go and look for the other characters, sneaking her way past the little brain creatures and moving down the path where Astarion, the elven rogue companion, would be waiting to ambush the player.  He was Winnie’s favorite. She had a soft spot for sassy morally grey characters with tragic backstories. And he was also secretly a vampire to boot which just added to the appeal.  Winnie had her Tav approach the area before she let out a sigh of relief seeing as the vampiric elf was in his starting area shouting for help like normal. At least the game wasn't completely broken.

“Hurry I've got one of those brain things cornered.” Astarion’s dialogue began as soon as Tav got close enough to interact with him.  “There in the grass, you can kill it can't you? Like you killed the others?” 

“Uh….I kinda actually didn't kill any of them…Heheh.” Winnie chuckled before dragging her mouse over the dialogue choices.

1. [Easily, stand back.]

2. Kill it yourself. You seem capable.

3. Leave

Winnie clicked on choice 1 before her Tav walked over to check the tall grass for the intellect devourer that was actually non-existent. 

Instead a wild boar leapt from the grass and made Tav jump in surprise, giving Astarion the perfect opportunity to strike. He pinned the druid to the ground, pressing a dagger to her neck.

“Shhh…Shhh….Not a sound…Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” The vampire practically purred out.  Winnie blushed, a shiver going down her spine. There was a reason she always found herself choosing the elven vampire as her character’s love interest. Initially when she first got the game she felt he came off as a pompous prick (which he is) but damn he was so fucking seductive. It drove Winnie absolutely mad. Not to mention it helped given he had sweet delicious character development later on in his story and actually could be kind of a sweetheart… To the player at least.  

The romance in this game had to be Winnie’s favorite aspect of it. She was very romantically inexperienced to say the least and this just added to what made the game her perfect escape from reality. It made her feel like someone actually liked her. Winnie prepared to select the next dialogue choice when suddenly she noticed they had changed. 

1. [……….]

2. ………..

3. ……….

4. ……….

She looked up and saw a smirk form on Astarion's lips, his eyes appeared as if he was staring back at Winnie from through the screen. Before she could speak Astarion slit Tav's throat and let them drop onto the ground.

“What. The. Fuck.” The brunette haired female went pale as she stared at her computer screen. Astarion sighed in what sounded like relief?

“Finally, we've done that old song and dance so many times! The novelty has completely worn off.” He stretched out his arms, before wiping his dagger on the ground. “It feels so invigorating to try something new, wouldn't you agree?” 

“Uhh…..What's going on?” Winnie asked aloud. She was shaking a bit in both confusion and a little fear.  Her character was kinda just laying on the ground dead…and Astarion was talking….to her!?

“Oh dear, it seems I've gone and frightened you. Ahaha!” Astarion chuckled before appearing to move closer to the screen, even going so far to place his hand on it…

“Hello darling…”

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion my beloved #bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion romance #astarion x reader #shadowheart #lae'zel #isekai #modern au #vampire spawn #spawn astarion #sorta #Fucking Brian suck a prick #Seriously fuck Brian! #MC has a cat #black cat

[juno-of-wonderland]

mc/reader who participates in a motorcycle race

mc/reader is female

Jade Leech

-he will sneak up behind you with that mysterious smile -he will see and ask if you are going to invest in a motorcycle, you say you are thinking about it because you participated in racing in your world -he is happy to hear that women can participate in your world too -he will appear with a motorcycle in front of your dorm when you least expect it -invest excuses just to be near you, so a motorcycle ride is calculatedly requested -subtly encourages you to participate in races again

Floyd Leech

-as always, because this guy is unpredictable, he appeared behind you while you were watching a race on your cell phone -he asks if you like it and you answer that you participated in his world -he will drag you at the same time to get a motorcycle -How did this guy do it? Do not ask -he's getting a ride with you and he loves hugging you and feeling the wind on his face, his girl always does the best tricks and he loves that

-pesters you to compete again -do you think he is losing some competition? No no, he goes to EVERYONE, I haven't missed a single time seeing his shrimp, so you better go watch his basketball games

Leona Kingschola

-he looks for you for nap time -he won't ask about unless you initiate -he asks you out on a date -you end up in a motorcycle store and no, don't say you don't want to spend his money or he'll buy the most expensive one of all and even order it customized -he likes to cuddle with you, there's something good about him hugging your waist -help you get back to running -may not appear in person at the races every time, but he watches and video calls as soon as he finishes -will tell you how amazing you are and how you left others gathering dust

Deuce Spade

-this boy will be vibrating -he loves motorbikes and the fact that you participated only increases his love and admiration for you -it can't do much but it will help you enter competitions and have a motorcycle -will appear in all competitions and will have a huge support band -He's going to mobilize his dorm to come watch you and see what a badass girl you are!

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twst #twst headcanons #jade leech #twst jade #twst floyd #floyd x reader #floyd leech #twisted wonderland leona #leona x reader #leona twst #twst leona #leona kingscholar #deuce twst #deuce spade #twst deuce #twisted wonderland deuce

[anna-the-undertaker]

The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

I have more ideas for Badass MC and have taken a lot of inspiration from Supernatural. This is slightly different, though, and focused specifically on a female MC. I might give this OC a name. If you have ideas for one let me know:

Armor Art

After Lilith was reborn into human form, as she matured, fragments of her celestial past began to resurface despite Diavolo's attempt to erase her memory. Memories of her time as an angel gradually returned, though the specifics of her rebirth remained elusive.

Over time, through relentless practice, she managed to rekindle some of her angelic powers, particularly her skill in summoning celestial weapons at will. Silently honing her abilities, she painstakingly learned to wield these gifts without endangering herself or others in her newfound human existence. With each passing day, her muscle memory gradually reawakened until she attained a semblance of mastery, adapting to the limitations of her mortal form.

As she reached adulthood, Lilith assumed the mantle of humanity's protector, driven by an enduring love for the beings she cherished. Vigilant against both angelic and demonic threats, she passed down her skills to her daughters, then their daughters, and their daughters, creating a lineage of guardians spanning generations.

However, as time marched on, the noble cause she championed began to fray at the edges, tainted by the relentless march of human ambition and pride. Dogma hardened into unyielding doctrine, and corruption seeped into the fabric of her legacy. And the power passed down waned, sealed away through the mixing of bloodlines.

Centuries after Lilith's passing, MC emerged into a world practically devoid of celestial or demonic presence. One of the lucky few over generations to have been born with the power to use weapon summoning. Armed with the techniques of her forebears, she displayed remarkable prowess and dedication from a tender age, assuming the mantle of hunter at a mere sixteen. Dispatching angels and demons alike, she began to question the righteousness of her cause. Why were these beings targeted? Had they truly committed wrongdoing, or were they merely puppets of human whims?

Years later, one fateful encounter with a young demon challenged MC's convictions. Confronted by the genuine fear and innocence in the demon's eyes, she hesitated, recognizing the injustice of her actions. Letting mercy guide her, she allowed the demon to escape, defying the expectations of her kin. But this act of compassion came at a cost — her status was revoked, and she was shunned from her family's legacy, her very existence erased from their annals.

In the present day, MC finds herself summoned to the Devildom, expecting retribution for her past deeds. To her surprise, the demons are oblivious to her lineage and history, and she resolves to keep it that way, having left her former life behind.

Despite her best efforts to suppress her instincts, a confrontation during the TSL quiz exposes her true nature. In a split-second decision, she defends herself against an enraged Levi, revealing herself to the stunned onlookers with a display of angelic weaponry. Though she spares him harm, the revelation leaves all present dumbfounded, questioning the depths of her secrets.

The dreaded day had arrived, and MC found herself standing in the council room facing Leviathan, whose smug expression grated on her nerves. She silently hoped to navigate through this ordeal swiftly, reluctant to escalate tensions with her new found companions. However, deep down, she knew that a confrontation was inevitable.

"Alright, everyone! Finally, the wait is over! It's time for Devil's Trivia Showdown, the quiz show that pits demon against human!" Asmo's melodious voice rang out.

MC couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the irony of his statement.

As Asmo continued his introduction, MC observed Leviathan's prideful demeanor, sensing his unwavering confidence in victory. She felt a twinge of guilt for what she was about to do, but she couldn't let his overconfidence go unchallenged.

"I am the G.O.A.T. None can oppose me!" Leviathan boasted.

"And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge watching the DVDs! Say hello to MC!" Asmo declared.

With a polite wave and a small smile, MC acknowledged the introduction, mentally preparing herself for the impending quiz.

Leviathan's bluster and threats didn't intimidate her, and with each correct answer she provided, she could sense his frustration mounting, exacerbated by Satan's commentary.

When the moment came to reveal her trump card, Leviathan erupted into a rage, vehemently denying her assertion with a torrent of protests. Yelling that the Lord of Masks wouldn't do such a thing to the Lord of Shadow.

"Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don't think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!" he bellowed.

Interrupting his tirade, Diavolo interjected with a calm, observant tone, "Hmm. Actually, MC doesn't appear to be lying as far as I can see."

"Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether someone is telling the truth." Satan added.

Leviathan's protestations faltered, disbelief etched on his features as he struggled to reconcile his convictions with the truth before him.

"But...no...! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and the Lord of Shadow are totally going to make up... What you said CAN'T happen! It...it just CAN'T!"

Leviathan's transformation was swift. With a surge of dark energy, his form contorted and shifted, the air crackling with unsuppressed power. In an instant, his slender frame elongated and his features sharpened, his skin taking on a sheen of iridescent scales. Horns sprouted from his forehead, curving gracefully as his eyes blazed with a molten hue, reminiscent of lava that boiled the deepest reaches of the ocean. His serpentine tail thrashed and lashed out with erratic intensity, mirroring the agitated movements of a threatened serpent.

Leviathan lunged towards her, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Despite the urgent warnings from Mammon to flee, MC's instincts held her firmly in place. With desperation coursing through her veins, she summoned her magic, a claymore materializing in her grasp while armor enveloped her body in a protective embrace.

Shifting her stance just in time, she deftly dodged to her left, using the flat side of the blade to intercept Leviathan's attack and push him away. The vibrations of his scales against the blade sent a shiver down her spine, and she silently prayed that she hadn't inflicted any harm, though deep down, she doubted her abilities to cause him significant injury.

As the claymore vanished, replaced by a shield and spear, MC turned toward her opponent and could feel the weight of everyone's gaze upon her. Her heart hammered in her chest, knowing that her true nature had been laid bare, and that she faced imminent danger.

Leviathan rose from where he had fallen, his rage palpable in the air. MC knew that her initial success had been a result of surprise, and she doubted her chances of repeating it.

"Please, don't force my hand," she pleaded. "I don't want this, but I'll defend myself if I must, even if I know the odds are against me."

The chamber fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the ominous hiss of Leviathan's discontent. Before the tension could escalate further, Diavolo's commanding voice sliced through the air like a scythe.

"Stand down, Leviathan," he ordered, his authority brooking no dissent.

Leviathan's protests withered in the face of the Demon Lord's command, and all eyes turned to Diavolo as he addressed MC with measured scrutiny.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she obeyed, steeling herself for what was to come.

"So, you are a hunter," Diavolo stated matter-of-factly.

"I… yes, but no longer. I left that path behind years ago," she confessed, her words weighted with remorse and resignation.

It felt as though she stood on trial, offering her final confession before an inevitable reckoning.

"Were you ever going to tell us?" Mammon's voice cut through the tension, his hurt palpable.

MC sighed heavily, her gaze shifting between the assembled figures. "No. I wanted nothing more to do with it."

"Why?" Diavolo's question hung heavy in the air, demanding honesty.

"Because our purpose had been twisted from protecting humanity's free will to become senseless slaughter," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "I won't deny that I took pride in it in the beginning. The ego boost from besting entities who were supposed to be far more powerful than I was intoxicating. It wasn't until my hands were stained with the blood of many angels and demons that I realized what it was I was truly doing."

As she allowed her weapons and armor to dissipate, MC's gaze fell to the floor, heavy with the weight of the lives lost by her hand. Faces of beings flashed before her eyes — some had fought fiercely, others had surrendered, while some had never even seen her coming.

"The more I came into contact with them, the less I could see them as mere creatures to be culled for humanity's protection," she confessed. "They were people, with wants and fears, individuals who had been born into their roles without choice. They had no control over which realm they were born into. They had feelings, desires, just like I did. And most had been summoned to the human realm against their will, called forth by humans seeking blessings or curses. From then on, I let mercy guide me."

"For that," she continued, her voice growing faint, "my sisters in arms cast me out, wiping my name from our history."

Mammon's features twisted with a mixture of hurt and disbelief as MC's confession unfolded before them. His eyes, wide with shock, darted between her and the others in the chamber, struggling to reconcile the image of his friend being a hunter. A pang of betrayal pierced his heart, as if the ground beneath their bond had shifted. Yet, beneath the hurt, there lingered a glimmer of understanding, a recognition that there was more to MC's story than met the eye. Despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him, Mammon's gaze remained locked on MC, silently conveying his unwavering support and the hope that their bond would endure.

Lucifer's stoic facade remained unyielding, though a flicker of suspicion danced in his steely gaze. His keen mind worked overtime, dissecting her words for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. The revelation only served to validate his lingering doubts about MC, solidifying his belief that her presence among them was fraught with hidden agendas. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a subtle indication of the wariness that had plagued him since their first encounter. He made a mental note to keep a closer eye on her, his resolve to protect his brothers from any potential threat only strengthened by her confession.

Beel's expression softened with empathy. Though surprised, he regarded her with a gentle understanding, his eyes reflecting a depth of compassion that surpassed judgment. Despite the weight of her past actions, Beel recognized the sincerity in MC's words, sensing the turmoil she must have endured.

Asmo's demeanor shifted subtly, his usual indifference replaced by a flicker of curiosity fueled by self-interest. While initially uninterested in her presence, the revelation of her past as a hunter ignited a spark that had previously been absent. His gaze lingered on her, though his scrutiny was not born out of empathy or concern, but rather a selfish desire to satisfy his own curiosity. The prospect of unraveling the mysteries surrounding her magic holding a tantalizing allure.

Leviathan's eyes widened in shock, his jealous outburst forgotten. Their past dealings flickered through his mind, casting a shadow of doubt over his perception of her. While he had once viewed her as nothing more than a means to an end, her sudden revelation threatened to upend his carefully constructed worldview. His paranoia, a constant companion, whispered doubts in his ear, urging him to distance himself. The notion of forging a pact with MC, despite their agreement, now seemed fraught with uncertainty.

Satan's eyes gleamed at the promise of uncharted knowledge, his mind ablaze with a myriad of questions, each craving to unravel the enigma of her past and the intricate motivations of her order.

"How is it that your 'sisters' managed to elude discovery for so long?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. "Centuries of clandestine hunts on both celestial and infernal fronts surely would have left a mark. When did this begin? And who was its progenitor?"

MC hesitated, her uncertainty stemming from the lingering remnants of spells that had once bound her to silence.

"Our origins trace back to a single woman, though her identity remains unknown to me," she revealed. "Details of her existence were obscured, relegated to forbidden archives. What I do know is that each of us is a descendant of hers, inheriting not only her lineage but also her magic. I am the first in three generations to manifest this magic, however. The dilution of our bloodline has dimmed the genes potency."

A mix of astonishment and relief bloomed in her chest, a surge of liberation coursing through her veins. She had shattered the shackles of secrecy that bound her, reclaiming her voice after years of silent submission.

Undeterred, MC forged ahead, her loyalty to her sisters eroded by the passage of time. "As for our concealment, with each entity vanquished, we acquired new arcane arts, using them to cloak our existence and our elders used them to enforced our silence. Moreover, our armor veils our very souls, rendering us indistinguishable to both demon and angel when not in the field."

Diavolo cut in, prompting MC to look at him.

"Why reveal this now?" he pressed.

"Because I dedicated countless hours to unraveling the bindings that once tethered me," she declared, her tone resolute. "I refused to remain ensnared by chains that held no sway over me any longer."

Satan's contemplative gaze bore into MC before posing his next question, "How is that a meer human like yourself, magic aside, has been able to overpower angels and demons?"

"As I'm sure you know," she began, "angels and demons are inherently weakened when traversing the human realm. Some magics draw upon the energy of their respective realms, and when removed from that source, they become vulnerable to manipulation and restraint. This vulnerability applies primarily to lesser demons and angels. However, it's important to note that our tactics would prove practically useless against beings such as yourselves or the Archangels. Hence, why you have never been targeted."

Barbatos maintained his serene composure. He regarded her with a knowing gaze. His powers had afforded him a unique perspective. Though he had been privy to MC's past as a hunter, only sharing his discovery with the demon lord, Barbatos had seen no cause for concern. In his eyes, her journey had been one of growth and redemption, and he quietly observed her honesty in this moment with quiet approval.

Diavolo's cheerful demeanor returned. Barbatos' subtle encouragement had indeed led him to ponder the implications of MC's past. Yet, rather than rushing to judgment, he had chosen to reserve his conclusions until after getting to know her better and her honesty in this solidified his trust in her. In his eyes, compassion and understanding were the cornerstones of effective leadership, and he applied this principle not only to his fellow demons but also to humanity.

Diavolo's laughter filled the room, resonating with a warmth that belied the gravity of the moment. "Thank you for your honesty. It's clear to me that you've been truthful. I'm delighted to say that you truly were the perfect candidate for the exchange program."

Gasps of astonishment reverberated from the others, even Lucifer's usually composed facade cracked with surprise, while MC stood in disbelief, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.

"You knew?" she stated, shock written across her face.

"Of course," Diavolo replied with an unwavering smile. "We took great care in selecting participants for this program, ensuring the safety and integrity of all involved. I must say, I'm impressed by your ability to keep it hidden for so long, and equally surprised that others hadn't noticed your familiarity with certain subjects."

"But why keep it a secret?" MC questioned, her confusion evident. "Wouldn't it have been simpler to address it from the outset?"

"While it may have been easier, it wouldn't have fostered growth or understanding," Barbatos interjected, prompted by his lord to offer insight. "Your past is best shared by you, the one who lived it. Each person's perspective shapes their understanding, and by witnessing your emotions and reactions, we've all gained a deeper understanding of this aspect of humanity allowing us to cultivate better relations in the future."

MC stood in stunned silence, her emotions swirling in a chaotic whirlwind of relief, confusion, and disbelief. She struggled to find the right words to express the myriad of feelings coursing through her, her mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

"I honestly expected you to throw me into a pit of fire after killing some of your people," she finally managed to voice.

Diavolo's laughter filled the room once more, echoing with a warmth that washed over her like a comforting embrace. "While the loss of my people is indeed a tragedy, it's important to remember that those of us gathered here have all taken lives in the past," he remarked, his tone gentle yet resolute. "It would be hypocritical for any of us to pass judgment on you. Besides, I have full confidence that you no longer harbor any intention of causing harm to anyone."

As the weight of Diavolo's words settled over the room, a sense of peace descended upon MC. She felt a burden she had carried for so long begin to lift from her shoulders.

With a grateful nod, MC found her voice once more. "Thank you," she said. "For seeing beyond this and giving me the chance to prove myself.

Diavolo's smile widened, and with a final glance around the room, MC let out a deep breath. She was ready to embrace this change and embark on the next chapter with courage and resilience.

This got weird toward the end because I'm tired and have only slept 6 hours in the last 24. I may or may not do one more chapter that includes relationship changes with the brothers and the introduction of Simeon, Luke, Solomon, and of course Belphie and their reactions to her past. It really depends on how im feeling, and if I still have the urge to write. this whole thing probably sucks if im being honest.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me badass mc #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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It's interesting how Nesta had to apologise for something she wasn't even in the wrong of doing while Rhys, who overreacted by threatening to kill her (for a mistake he made) and chasing her out of the city, did not have to. Especially, after it was canonically established by Feyre herself that he did not have the right to do that..

And for someone who claims to write about badass female mcs who crush patriarchy and choose the course of their own lives, shouldn't an apology scene for something in which a female's right to information on her own body was undermined be a fundamental part of the book?

I mean, she could add a bonus chapter about the characters in question fucking to make babies but had to keep the apology off-page? Weird.

The only somewhat sufferable part of the book was the scenes with the Valkyries and the smut (if you ignore the poor timing).

I don't know if it's my eldest daughter syndrome acting up but I feel strongly about this.

I agree completely. I won't deny that Nesta has some things to apologies for, but so does Rhysand, and Feyre and Mor. I'd even argue that the things the IC put her through negate the need for her to apologies, or at least makes it a little less urgent/important than the apologies she's owed. This is mostly due to the fact that Nesta's so-called crimes amount to a bad attitude (most on page examples of which are pretty understandable to me), and issues she had with Feyre in childhood. Meanwhile, the IC's actions are immature and ignorant at best, and extremely abusive at worst.

Honestly, I don't think any of them, much less Rhysand, see what they did as a mistake. If any of them did, they wouldn't have made her walk through those woods. Feyre would've demanded Nesta be brought back otherwise, but she didn't.

As for Rhysand, honestly the part where he hugged Nesta gave me ick. Especially when Nesta said he'd been acting like a brother the whole time because he hadn't. He abused her. He broke her down. He only showed any semblance of decency (even then it wasn't much) when she did something to benefit him.

Offering pity jobs for somebody else's sake without taking into account Nesta's strengths or passions into account isn't what a brother, or anybody who cares for her, would do. Staring at her like a circus attraction when she enters the room isn't something a brother would do. Forcing her to social events just to ignore her isn't something a brother would do. Financially abusing her, refusing to give her a salary for her work during the war, along with her inheritance, is not something a brother would do. Not caring for her wellbeing beyond how her sister feel's is not something a brother could do. I could go on.

I think, at the end of the day, this amounts to a simple fact. SJM clearly doesn't see anything wrong with the things she writes and narrative she creates. No matter how you argue that ACOSF is a healing story, not a redemption story, it doesn't matter. Through analysing the sext, the author clearly shows how she feels about Nesta. Looking at what she says about the book, the author clearly has little understanding of mental health, and hasn't done enough research on it to be able to write a healing arc that isn't straight up abuse/torture (seriously, the bar is in the crust of the earth).

ACOSF could've been the best book in the series. All of the material, the concepts, the potential was there. Nesta's story was set up in ACOFS, and perhaps I wouldn't have minded the actions of the IC as much (from a literary perspective anyway) if they had been acknowledged as wrong and the IC apologised. I don't think anyone would've minded the locked in the HOW plot either, if, at some point, the characters acknowledge how abusive it was. If the narrative itself acknowledged how messed up it was, and did something about it.

If Cassian apologised for abandoning her after the war, Cassian especially. If Feyre apologised for not trying to reach out in a way that Nesta was comfortable with. If Elain apologised for not being there for Nesta the way Nesta was for her. If Mor apologised for, intentionally or not, isolating Nesta from the rest of the court. If Amren apologised for her comments. If Rhys apologised for sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

Rhys apologising for the hike, or threatening to kill her would mean nothing because both he and the narrative don't see anything wrong with his treatment of her. If he did, then the forced training/library/stuck in the how part would've ended half way through the book.

The part that infuriates me the most, however, is that they don't see their wrong doings at all. They still think they're doing the right thing and that they know everything. It's messed up.

#anti acosf #anti ic #anti inner circle #nesta deserves better #anti amren #anti mor #anti rhysand #pro nesta archeron #pro nesta