The One Within The Villainess is the story of the elaborate revenge plan the protagonist/villainess Remilia enacts on those who had hurt the one she loves the most: the girl who was possessing her body.
It starts as a typical Isekai: Emi, a girl from our world, dies and reincarnates in the body of the villainess of her favorite otome game, Remilia, and decides she will live a happy, generous life. But here is the thing: Remilia is not gone. She is trapped inside her own body, so she can both acess Emi's past memories and watch as Emi lives her life.
And Remilia loves it.
The villainess, from within her own body, genuinely starts to love and adore Emi as her own sister.
But then something (or better, someone) happens (if you know the genre, you can imagine what), and all the friends Emi had tried so hard to make to give the villainess Remelia her happiness suddenly betray her. And the emotional shock is so strong that Emi gets "reverse isekaied": she goes to sleep inside the villainess, and Remilia, who had been watching over her for years now, takes control of her own body back.
And my girl is insanely pissed.
And so starts the journey of our villainess to both achieve "The Villainess Remilia's Happiness" that Emi tried so hard to give her and enact her extremely elaborated and cruel revenge plot against those who took Emi from her. She's unhinged and insanely smart and I love her.
The support cast is pretty good too, and the artwork is amazing. The plot doesn't fall back into cliches and the pay off is immensely satisfying.
Please, give The One Within the Villainess a try. You can read it here. And if you do read it let me know what you think!
âSo let me get this straight. Weâre here to rescue a princess.â
âThatâs right.â
âAt the request of a princess.â
âRight again.â
âAnd you, who will be leading the expedition, are also a princess.â
âYouâre very perceptive.â
âHow big is your royal family, again?â
âWe donât have one.â
âButââ
âWe overthrew our monarchy centuries ago, but we kept most of the titles around. The rank of âprincessâ is held by the directors in charge of various civil service branches.â
âHuh. And the princess weâre rescuing today is in charge ofâŠ?â
âPublic sanitation.â
âThe Lord of Deathâs Dominion kidnapped your public sanitation director?â
I mean. If your goal is to cause maximum death, letting trash, sewage, tainted water, and biohazardous waste pile up in a populated area with zero oversight is a pretty efficient way to go about it
See, the idea that taking out the appointed head of the government department in charge of public sanitation oversight would cause the day-to-day business of public sanitation to immediately cease is exactly the sort of confusion weâre talking about here.
If the reboot goes ahead, and SMG plays an older, wiser Buffy who shows up a few times to give advice and encouragement to the new Buffy (named after her, of course), I hope they keep her romantic life as vague as possible. The original Buffy didn't want to know too much (if anything) about Giles' dating history, or her own mother's, and why should the new one?
I hope the most we get about the last twenty years of our Buffy's life are some scattered hints that she's in a long-term relationship with somebody who used to be a vampire -- "a vampire with a soul?" the show's new Buffy can scoff -- but who became human again "decades ago" after fulfilling the terms of an ancient prophecy. I hope they have the original Buffy let slip that she met her partner when she was a high school student, but it took her a while to realize that they were the one. That they used to be evil but have since reformed and help her fight against evil and save the world. That they're the most important person in her life after her sister and her nieces. I hope the Bangel and Spuffy fans spend hours refighting old wars about which character Buffy is "meant to be with", both convinced that the show is building up a cameo by their preferred (now older and in-universe human) leading man.
I hope that, in the last episode of the first season of the new show, our Buffy's phone rings during a key bit of exposition -- in the library, ideally, because it won't be Buffy without one of those -- and she apologizes, saying that she has to take it because "that's my wife". I hope as she walks out of shot, phone in hand, we see her smile and we hear her say "hey, Harmony". And I hope the show never, ever expands on any of that again.
you know how most of the things humans use as spices are poisonous or repellent to most other mammals? and you know how anything vaguely d&d inspired has dwarves being way more poison resistant than even humans?
dwarf cuisine shouldnât be bland, it should be unimaginably spicy and potentially harmful or fatal to humans. like green potato and rhubarb leaf salad with a festive garnish of yew berries and deadly nightshade berries, that kind of thing.
Something Doctor Who misses out on is how none of the companions are extremely interested with any one thing. All the companions are all âidk, I have a few ideas of stuff thatâd be cool to see, but Iâm up for whatever! All of space and time, woohoo! :)â
And thatâs great for them and I know it makes for a better show overall but I think it would be more realistic for someone to say âI want to see every historically significant moment for my special interest, and then I want to double back for mundane bits too.â
I, for example, would be an insufferable companion.
Iâd be like, âokay now take me to the place and time where they first used stirrups for the whole ride instead of just using them as a foothold to mount the horse. Then I want to watch Ray Hunt put a first ride on a colt. After that weâll take a nap, and then letâs sneak onto set of the Return of the King to be extras in the Ride of the Rohirrimâ
The Doctor would be all âplease. This is the twentieth horse-centric stop in a row. We have all of space available to us. Can we leave Earth this time Iâm begging youâ
And my annoying ass would go ânot unless thereâs horses in spaceâ roll credits
Okay what Iâm getting from all this is horse girls agree we would make awful companions but we have numbers so I propose we steal the TARDIS and go on a merry group adventure of our own
The Doctor is an ageless, genderless, timeless being: an unstoppable force. I have unlimited amounts of horsegirlness and am something of an immovable object. They look incredibly shifty.
âEohippus,â I say again, menacingly.
âMerychippus?â Theyâre a man at the moment, and he tries this with a placating smile.
I know what heâs up to. He thinks thereâs significantly more chance of human-related bullshit, and alien fuckery, and all the other bullshit he actually likes if we go see Merychippus, the first of the grazing horses. Itâs basically just a horse, though. You can see those anywhere. And I know that the minute we step off the TARDIS itâs going to be a series of bullshit escalations leading up to the Doctor saving something in front of an adoring audience. I distinctly recall not fucking stuttering and I said I wanted Eohippus. I want the ancestral form. Strange, elusive, tiny; poised like a dancer on hard little many-toed paws.
Youâll never meet a unicorn in your life, but if you crack spacetime in just the right way, you could meet something better: the strange alien wild seed of something your species has chased for all of history. Before you were you and they were horses. Whoâd want to waste spacetime on anything else?
âDo you only take people along with you just to convince yourself that youâre not selfish?â I ask, interested. âOr do you normally take children - no, not children, children would argue - but fuckable young people, I bet. Girls, mostly. In their twenties, I bet. Because theyâll just smile and agree and compromise.â
âThatâs very rude,â the Doctor says, startled. âLike. Wow. Seriously?â
âIs it true? Eohippus.â
âNot true at all. Pliohippus.â
âPliohippus comes just before Equus, you quack.â
âWhy do you even care? Theyâre not like theyâre real horses. Just a generic beetlinâ-around, weird little spotty beastie paddinâ around like a long-legged boring badger. Dâyiu want to see some real proper horses, alien ones? I know a race of them with blue shiny wing cases and six genders. Caste system based entirely on the production and rating of poetry - â
âOh, theyâre spotted?â I cry happily. âWait, youâve seen them?â
âAll they do is run about on the forest floor, eatinâ⊠fruit.â
âFruit?â
âI donât know. Boring things. They donât even neigh. Just trundle around like guinea pigs.â
âDoctor,â I say eventually, pondering this, âyou like horses, donât you.â
âAbsolutely not,â the Doctor says. âI only humour you to keep the peace. And it isnât bloody working.â
âYou like horses. Letâs meet the first ones. Again. And do it properly. Look them in the eye and see the spark of the kinship - see if we can feel the deep emotional connection of the bond-â
âWhat bond is that?â The Doctor says, but - hahahaha. Iâve got him. The Doctor is such a horse girl.
âThe deep emotional connection of the kinship between horses - well, horse-shaped things - and humans. Well. Human-shaped things. Is it still there? Did it start there? When you look in the eyes of Eohippus, will you feel it?â
âFeel what?â
âThe thing you feel when you look at horses,â I say. âExcitement and adventure and potential and wonder, the desire to love and be loved by it, a thousand wishes, and the feeling of being there at the dawn of the world.â
âWe could just go to the Big Bang -â
âI didnât say the Big Bang. I said the dawn of the world. Itâs different. Are they horses? Will you feel the same way with Eohippus? Is the feeling there?â
âRubbish!â says the Doctor, looking hot and bothered, and setting the coordinates.
Of course it does escalate from there, with running and shouting and aliens (seeking to stripmine the earthâs resources before there were humans to defend it; quite a good plan honestly; genuinely canât work out why they arenât all trying that?) but I donât care; Iâm sitting on the forest floor with Eohippus in my arms, having decided that thereâs nothing stopping me from doing so; at the dawn of the world.
âNOT the Big Bang,â I say again, as the Doctor squats down beside me. âThe dawn of the world.â
And we are quiet for a while.
âWow,â the Doctor says eventually.
âYeah.â
âThey really are all in there. All the horses that ever were and will be. In that little eye. Itâs a kind eye,â he announces, as horse girls do when they mean to compliment a horse with few other notable positives. âAnd thatâs where it all starts.â
âYeah.â
âBellerophon and Secretariat and Arthur - I had a horse called Arthur.â
âWhat happened to him?â
âGave him back. Canât keep a horse in the TARDIS.â
The kids on TikTok think that just because he was a classic country singer, Johnny Cash was conservative??? My babies he covered a Nine Inch Nails song in his seventies.
Classic country singers (the majority of which came from poor roots) were always talking about how much The Man sucked because they were taking money from poor rural folk. Youâre gonna tell me thatâs conservative?? Get outta here.
And somehow on the opposite side of the scale with the same exact opinion the conservative kids say âI like the old country music, because thereâs no politics to itâ Woodie Guthrieâs got a âthis machine kills fascistsâ sticker on his guitar? You think thereâs no politics in 9 to 5 or Folsom Prison Blues?!
For anyone confused there was a sudden and dramatic shift in the country music genre. It used to be a genre fixated on the experiences of people. Lived or common experiences that resonated with the common people. It was music that you listened to and it thrummed in tune to your soul because you had lived it yourself. And a lot of that was about ordinary people getting ground up in the gears of society.
The hyper patriotism, beer, and trucks chimera we have now didn't show up until after 9/11 and the world is lesser for it
Allow me to post the entire lyrics to the Johnny Cash song "Man in Black", released in nineteen goddamn seventy-one and written about why he always wore black onstage:
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black
Why you never see bright colors on my back
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime
But is there because he's a victim of the times
I wear the black for those who've never read
Or listened to the words that Jesus said
About the road to happiness through love and charity
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back
Up front there ought to be a man in black
I wear it for the sick and lonely old
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men
And I wear it for the thousands who have died
Believin' that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred-thousand who have died
Believin' that we all were on their side
Well, there's things that never will be right, I know
And things need changin' everywhere you go
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right
You'll never see me wear a suit of white
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day
And tell the world that everything's okay
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back
'Til things are brighter, I'm the man in black
That right there is an anti-war, anti-bigot, anti-mass-incarceration, anti-war-on-drugs (Cash was an addict in various stages of recovery who was pissed as hell about how this country treats people with substance issues), eat-the-rich protest song. And it was arguably his signature song, his personal manifesto. Notice that even the Jesus reference, which today would be a signal that the song is about to drop some racist dogwhistles, segues immediately into a line about "the road to happiness through love and charity". As in "Motherfucker, our shared god said love thy neighbor and care for the poor and the outsider, and we both know he didn't fucking stutter." He's throwing shade at self-described Christians who use his religion as a cudgel to beat people with.
Johnny Cash wasn't a conservative. I'm pretty sure if he were alive and in reasonably good health today, he'd knock Jason Aldean's teeth out (or, failing that, write a song so devastatingly memetic about how much Aldean sucks that Aldean would never work in music again).
Johnny Cash was punk rock. He just happened to be punk rock in the body of a country singer.
Furthermore whoever removed the audio jack from phones should be grilled in front of congress. The fact that I need a dongle to listen to music on a modern telephone while 20 years ago I could have simply plugged a universally standardized cord into the audio jack everyone knew how to use is an anti-human move that should be punished.
So I was just thinking about those posts you get in the Discworld tag about the way belief works on the Disc and how Vetinari and/or Vimes is so integral to the way Ankh-Morpork works that they might just sort of⊠not ever die.
You know, the ones like âVimes is going to become a god of policemen and heâs going to hate itâ.
Well. What if it happens to both of them? There are two parts to the city, after all. âProud Ankhâ needs taking down a peg or two (or seven) by Sam Vimes, and if anyone can terrify âpestilent Morporkâ into being better then itâs Havelock Vetinari. And they can drive each other mad with stealth puns for centuries, if they want.
Also, this would potentially make them literally Law And Order, and that just seems very fitting in a way that would probably annoy them both.
My favourite sort of riff on this is the idea that they arenât there ALL the time, but if someone whoâs taken over their authority or whatever starts fucking up, they become Active.Â
Sort of like Carrotâs comment in Men At Arms: when you need them, you REALLY need them, but when you donât, best if they just go away and get on with things (in their cases, being dead). So when things are going all right itâs very quiet and ordinary.Â
And then when things start going WRONG suddenly you have things like the current patrician waking up to a Very Angry Manifestation of the Late Duke of Ankh, proceeding to remind him or her (would it be matrician, then?) about How Things Are Done (By Law).Â
Or the abusive Commander of the Watch coming into his or her office to find a calm man, thin man like a predatory flamingo there to discuss the virtues of temperance and accountability and not having his/her Watch-house and/or personal lodgings being literally struck from on high by a meteor (canât be lightning, Vimes and Io canât even exchange a civil sentence, but Vimes has always been good at getting around these things).Â
And yes in the mean time when things ARE quiet, they can watch everything and get on each otherâs nerves and itâs basically like Colonâs office except instead of for old street monsters itâs for ancient legends of civil justice who canât quite stand to even fade away and still have enough people believing and invoking them that they can stick around and growl when people get out of line.Â
i keep seeing soooo many ppl saying the canada post workers are selfish for striking right around christmas time and that they shouldve waited until january or whatever like omfg that is the point are you stupid!!!
When workers strike this is fault of the employer. The employer could choose to meet their demands and end the strike. Striking workers are reminding their employer and the public how important and valuable they are. The employer is being selfish for not giving workers what they need during the season when they most demonstrate how valuable they are. If the precious holiday mail is delayed that's on the employer not the workers- the employer is choosing to force a strike, they could make a different choice, the striking workers are only responding to what they are forced to do to get their needs met. If you want the strike to end, pressure the employer, not the workers.
Warehouse workers for one of the two lead grocery chains were on strike in Australia recently, and everyone was having a freakout about whether or not there would be any groceries on the shelves of that store for Christmas.
Now this was just one grocery chains affected. The other lead grocery chain was completely unaffected by the strikes, as were all smaller/independent/etc grocery stores. Meaning people were still perfectly able to get their groceries elsewhere. But the threat of limited stock over the Christmas period had the grocery chain SWEATING.
They lost something like 50 million bucks in a few days because of the strikes, and they kept trying to push the "if the workers don't capitulate then you, shopper, won't be able to buy your Christmas ham!!!!" But i don't know anyone who was like "Yeah those damn workers, threatening my Christmas." Everyone I know was saying "There's an easy solution to this. Woolworths should just pay their staff and agree to their safety demands."
Some stores even had messages of support from customers appearing on the empty shelves:
Anyway despite the best efforts of the media, general public sentiment remained on the side of the striking workers, and today, news broke that Woolworths has reached a deal with their workers. The threat of having no stock over Christmas gave the workers the extra impact that they needed to drag Woolworths back to the negotiation table.
The people striking in the lead-up/over Christmas are not your enemy.
The corporations who hold Christmas hostage as they refuse to give their employees safe working conditions absolutely a liable wage are your enemy.
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