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Anime : Let's Change The Brain Dead Plot

Watching anime is supposed to be an escape—a way to melt away the stress of the day—but all too often, we are met with brain-dead plots that leave us grinding our teeth. Instead of relaxation, we get bizarre characters so grating they make your blood pressure spike. Take Makoto Ito, for instance—a man who treated life like a free ride, hopping on the bus without ever paying his fare and failing to recognize a single soul the moment he pulled up his pants. Though he met his end at the edge of a machete, for many, that finality still didn't feel like enough. Then there is Aki Tomoya from How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend, a cold schemer who treats the genuine feelings of others as mere stepping stones for his own ambitions. The frustration doesn't end there. In Infinite Stratos, we are forced to watch the incompetent Ichika Orimura, a protagonist who lacks the spine or the skill to deserve the power he holds. From the eccentric, high-pitched whines of One Piece’s Momonosuke to the hollow, cardboard presence of Sieg in Fate/Apocrypha, and the pathetic stumbling of Accel World’s Haruyuki Arita—the screen is often filled with "heroes" who offer nothing but irritation. If the story makes you unhappy, then it’s time to change it. Why sit back and be annoyed? It’s time to take them down and show these noobs what a real professional can do. We are here to rewrite the plots, erase the tragedies, and leave absolutely no regrets behind. From the legendary classics to the latest hits, including independent films and gaming worlds, it’s time to fix what’s broken.
Snowingmelody2 · 95k Views

CROWNED IN CRIMSON

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.
Lolochou · 2.7k Views