moonbeammilk

I just want to find at least one person who feels the same way I do.

Even if a hundred or a thousand people will hate me for it, I want that one single person who understands what kind of scar this MC left on me.

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For a long time, I couldn't quite explain why I had such a deep dislike - no, a visceral rejection - of the MC of Love and Deepspace.

It wasn’t just that I found her annoying, rude, or bland - though many users defend her as "just a cute sweetheart," or "not that bad heroine".

No. I think I genuinely hate her.

And recently, after sitting with this feeling for months, I finally figured out why.

She is an empty shell.

A hollow, perfect otome heroine who had everything handed to her by default. She has:

- A loving older adoptive brother who would literally do anything for her because he had to watch her suffer as a child and ended up traumatized (while she conveniently forgot everything - how convenient, right?).

- A serious childhood friend who possibly had feelings for her but had to hide them to avoid hurting her with his evol - and of course she’s the only one who can make him smile again

- A literal husband from the future, who time-traveled just to save her (because even time itself is on this woman’s side).

- Not one but TWO ancient creatures (a mafia boss who created and controls an entire shadowy underworld mafia just to protect her, and a literal mermaid sea god whose soul is tied to hers across lifetimes) both of whom have loved her across lifetimes and would destroy the world for her!

The love interests? Fantastic.

They’re well-designed, emotionally rich, and full of potential. But the moment you add destiny threads, past life reincarnations, and mythic soulmate-level love, something breaks.

I stop feeling like I’m part of the story.

I don’t feel like the MC.

I don’t feel like I’m influencing or choosing anything.

I don’t feel... close.

It feels like I’m just watching someone else’s picture-perfect story - some unreasonably lucky girl - from behind a screen. And I have absolutely nothing to do with it.

I think what makes it worse is that Infoflds advertises this as otome game.

A dating sim for women.

Isn’t it supposed to fulfill the fantasy of being special?

Of being seen?

But all I felt after a few months of playing and watching her was:

MC is the center of the universe.

And I mean that literally.

From what I understand, the plot eventually reveals that she’s a kind of cosmic entity - a celestial being that gave birth to an entire advanced civilization on another planet. She’s the source of life itself.

Every powerful man or godlike creatures in this world exists and lives because of her.

Loves her. Worships her. Saves her.

Even the player feels like they’re supposed to worship her.

She’s the chosen one. The universe, the love interests, and the story all bend to her - and honestly? It felt like the game was screaming in my face:

"Look at her! Look at everything she has that you never will!"

Yes, I know the mythic destiny trope is just a lazy storytelling shortcut to justify why all the LIs fall so hard so fast.

But still… it hurts.

This game showed me something I didn’t expect:

That I’m a non-MC reader.

Just a side character. A background girl.

And that’s why I adore non-MC stories with a reader.

They mirror how I feel in real life - painfully, but in a cathartic beautiful way.

They say: yes, even if you’re beautiful, loyal, smart, kind - if you weren’t born the Chosen One, if you weren’t written into the myth - then you’ll never be her.

You’ll never be the one they cross time and space for.

You’ll never be the cosmic soulmate.

You’ll never be the MC.

And yes, maybe I’m just a jealous bitter bitch.

Maybe I just fell too hard for the guys and now feel like a miserable outsider.

Maybe I felt like I was being pushed out of a story that never included me to begin with.

But this post - this pain - is real.

If you’ve ever felt like the story wasn’t written for you,

If you’ve ever watched miss Hunter be worshipped and thought:

“Why not me?”

If you’ve ever craved a story where someone like you gets to be seen, wanted, and chosen:

You seem to have confused your real-life inadequacies with what you somehow think is a valid and inspirational critique of a fictional character. This disastrous emotional cocktail simply reeks of insecurity, delusion, jealousy, and a whiff of internalized misogyny.

Do ask yourself why the very existence of MC, a character who is powerful, loved, and yes, FLAWED in all the ways you just can’t seem to handle, such a personal affront to your existence? Why can't MC be all those things without you being reduced to nothing? Why does your self-worth depend on a fictional character? Has MC being "perfect" robbed you of your worth? your value? of love? of individualism? Questions…Questions…Questions…

this is a lads! mc loving space. i'm just saying because i saw a really uncomfortable post with people hating her (like genuinely hating her) because they can't identify with her. i'm sorry guys but please don't expect this from me. for me, lads! mc is us in another universe, reincarnated, or whatever. i genuinely love her because i relate to her, especially since this is a sci-fi fantasy game.

i hope we can create a community where we love different traits, tropes, and li's together! i don't like this kind of negativity and hope we can manage to have a non-toxic environment, especially with all the current discourses that are going around right now.

blep cat

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. blackmailing

“Dr. Zayne......”

She call his name in a whisper in a familiar tone. Watching as he walked through the doors in long strides. Surprised or more like longing was evident on her face.

Yvonne didn't told her that it was the Chief Surgeon who was meeting her today and not her current primary care physician that the surgeon had referred her.

She doesn't know what hurts more. Maybe, it's her heart that is being wrung out in her chest or the way he looks at her as she turned insignificant to him. Fondness had long disappeared in his eyes for her.

“Dr. Corwin is currently indisposed at the moment. He will be meeting you later.” Zayne informed her. The surgeon standing across her, former primary care physician and since he married you and heard that he's a real father now, she was easily assigned to a another physician that had the same qualifications as his.

This time it was usually her check-ups with him but it was replaced by his time with you, being a devoted husband and loving father to his children.

His strides were long, with purpose as he entered the conference room. The same sterile room with the AC blowing on to keep the room cool but with his sharp gaze it dropped a few degrees lower.

He pulled a chair and sat without hesitation. He was still the same white coat and the midnight blue high collared shirt underneath that coat.

“I won't waste of our allotted time. Let's get straight to the point. Don't you ever talk or approach my wife again. I don't need you poisoning her.”

Her eyes widens in disbelief and her breath got stuck in her throat at the sudden shift and accusation. She turned speechless and suddenly her hunter's uniform was tight all of a sudden. The gloves in her hands digging at her skin when she closed her fists in utter disbelief.

“P-poisoning her? It's the truth.” She stammers but her words were firm to prove her point.

“And how did my wife reacted from that truth?” Zayne's gaze were piercing and she didn't like that eyes of his looking at her like that.

Wife. The word stabs her in the chest. You had replaced her in his heart. It also reminded her of her place in his world. She was a nobody. Just someone who had a heart disease that he's still looking a cure of. That should make her special since he started that for her but it wasn't time for being delusional. It wasn't also for her, it was also for the thousands that shares the same fate as hers.

She looks at her and his gaze were still the same. Cold and calculating. Something tells her that if she breathes wrong, he's going to get rid of her.

“She deserves the truth.” Her voice came into a murmur. She won't going down without proving her point. It was her stubbornness that was putting herself in danger — as always and her love for him too.

“The Hunters Association strictly abides on its rules and that extends on how you hunters conduct yourselves in public. In your case, it can be quite damaging. The Association doesn't tolerate its hunters' misconducts.” The surgeon reminded her.

She knows that. The Hunters Association were unforgiving when it comes to acts of misconduct that will sully the integrity of the Association. She was close to being a Tenebra and Zayne was about to make her one.

“I didn't harassed her. I only talked to her.” She defended herself. Her hands clasped at her lap into fists.

“You won't like Zayne when he's angered. He won't show it but know it's going to come.” She hears your voice at the last conversation she had with you and this is what the extent of your husband's anger towards her.

“That conversation is upsetting and a conversation that is saved between mine and hers. You have no business in our lives. That is considered harm towards a citizen of Linkon.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“No.” He pauses for a moment to made sure that she was getting the gist of his point. “I'm keeping your stubbornness and prying unto people's lives under wraps before you end up causing harm.”

If he was teasing, her heart might skipped a beat and he was only rather amused at her antics. His worries disguised at teasing remarks but this is not. It was a threat. It will ruin her.

He turned into a black ice. Incapable of melting until it was to his significant other that is at home and tending to his children.

“Don't you love me anymore, Zayne?” She asks him, defeated but is still hoping.

Zayne abruptly stops when he stood up. Staring at her and she meets his gaze.

“Don't mistake my care as being love towards my patients. I didn't gave you a reason to.”

She smiles bitterly and her heart hurts. Enclosed in a fist or being pricked by his icy thorns. She thought he was still the same boy who stopped her popsicle from melting but he's not anymore or he still can but not to her.

Because when he gets home, he will he making figures of snowman in his palm for his little ones. Maybe, an ice figure of those chubby little seals. Who knows? She thought she had known Zayne but it was only the surface and it was cold.

He places the chair back to its place. “I hope you keep this conversation in mind if a thought of disturbing my family crosses your mind.”

Zayne began to walk away from her just like what you did but before he really walks away from him and the door had opened. He said,

“Dr. Corwin is now waiting for you.”

If the only way your reader-character can 💥shine💥 is by making MC a “villain,” a “bitch,” or a “pick me,” then sit down, cupcake, I have news for you: your reader-character is the problem. AND YOU'RE AN EVEN BIGGER ONE.

“Boohoo, MC is soooo perfect, confident, and loved, while reader-character is a Grade A Wet Rag with zero presence who wallows in self-loathing and resentment… Guess the only solution is to make MC insufferable, right?” Wrong.

Turning a self-assured woman into a cheap caricature all so your reader-character can look good by comparison isn’t clever writing (However, I doubt anyone reads your sad attempt at a self-insert for literary enlightenment 🫢). It’s lazy, and absolutely reeks of internalized misogyny.

Why is it that MC, who knows her worth, takes up space, or god forbid isn’t insecure about being loved… suddenly becomes “the worst”? Why can’t your reader-character coexist or compete with that without resorting to petty archetypes? Why does MC being a fully-realized person threaten your reader-character's relevance?

If your reader-character only thrives when MC/another woman is diminished, it’s time to look inward. Ask yourself why your version of empowerment depends on putting someone else down. Maybe the problem isn’t MC. Maybe it’s YOU.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It’s okay not to relate to or feel connected to MC. Not everyone agrees with her actions or interactions with the LIs. You don’t have to like her. However, not liking her does not give you writers a pass to paint her in such disgusting and depraved ways to fit your narrative.