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âhamlet is about a whiny melodramatic indecisive-â hamlet is about someone whose last action is preventing the suicide of someone he loves
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seriously wtf do you call it when you get a hyperfixation on your own au
annoying propoganda. read it here^__^
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The Tragedy of Hayakawa Aki - chainsaw man, tatsuki fujimoto
grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson // chainsaw man, tatsuki fujimoto // deathless, catherynne m. valente // âuntitled,â 2016, ink on paper, kara walker // james, clementine von radics // slide tackle, japanese breakfast // how to cure a ghost, fariha rĂłisĂn // red glove, holly black // the letter, richard paul evans // interview with james hall, richard siken // ptolemaea, ethel cain // iq84, haruki murakami // the godfather, mario puzo // god's silence, franz wright // crush, richard siken // tumblr user ojibwe // when i was done dying, dan deacon
#csm#chainsaw man#hayakawa aki#aki hayakawa#webweaving#you know your girl is mentally unwell when she makes a webweaving post abt an anime character#web weaving#okay gonna spam every variataion fo teh spoilers tag now LOL#chainsaw man spoilers#csm spoilers#csm manga spoilers#chainsaw man manga spoilers#spoilers#hopefully that was enough#ANW#thinking about him SOOOO MUCHHH#man doomed by the narrative *twirls hair*#his character IS tragedy but i am still conflicted on which tragedy it is#was it inevitable? or was it preventable?#what is the hamartia in this story#is it a character flaw or his circumstances that were out of his control?#honestly think it can be viewed both ways#if he hadnt been so intent on revenge he wouldnt have ended up like this. but it was also circumstance bc makima is basically a god#but god gODD that last quote got me so good bc i was liek THATS LITERALLY IT#TAHTS AKI#anw after volume 9 i cried so many times after during the day and now im rotating him in my mind#my edit#EDIT: JUST READ A POST THAT SAID THAT GOOD TRAGEDY IS WHEN YOU CANT TELL WHETHER IT WAS CIRCUMSTANCE OR FLAW...#DROPPING TO MY KNEES....#thats it thats exactly it
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The idea that Horatioâs âwhy, what a king is this!â is directed at Hamlet instead of Claudius isnât a new take, Iâve seen many posts on it, but most of those posts see Horatioâs words insinuating that Hamlet is somehow losing his worthiness as king by killing Ros and Guil. That Hamlet has gone too far in his pursuit of vengeance.
And thatâs all well and good, but I want to see these words uttered by a Horatio who had long grown disillusioned by the monarchy. A Horatio who had been looked down his whole life by Hamletâs peers. A Horatio who was originally drawn to Hamlet because he sensed that Hamlet wasnât just another royal, that Hamlet could genuinely see him as a person.
This Horatio isnât proclaiming that Hamlet is no longer able to be kingly. This Horatio is telling Hamlet that heâs growing into the kind of person that Horatio despises. The kind of person that would sacrifice two courtiers simply because it was his divine right to be king. Because thatâs what Hamlet says beforehand, right? That Ros and Guil shouldâve just stayed out of it?
And Hamlet, knowing Horatioâs attitude toward the other royals from their time at school together, would know exactly what Horatio means by this. Itâs the worst kind of insult, especially from someone you love. Itâs telling him that Horatio doesnât know him anymore.
#hamlet#horatio#hamartia tag#also the shg has taken over my brain rn and horatioâs distrust of royalty is a big part of his character in that
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on jrwi:pd/winters family lockdown. #1 dakota cole understander. mark winters has ruined my life
actual pinned | ao3 | root of all my issues
#hi. normal post from me 2nite#tags:#vixen rambles#vixen answers#vixen writes#vixen draws#vixens in class#hamartia tag#cshrposting#dreyposting
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i passed,,,my biology exam. please clap
#drinks talk tag#its biology for non-science majors and boy I'll tell u#i am a non science major#me lookin at a cell: which part of this is the denouement#whats the lipid bilayer's hamartia...
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Shitty danethârimm (my tav jhael and @art1emisâs tav rilfryn) doodles
My favorites:
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 tav#baldurâs gate tav#digital art#digital artist#doodles#late night#my wrist hurts#carpal tunnel#the tag returns!!!#used it a LOT in my early days#prolly getting worse cos school#oh well#hamartia#tortured darlings#danethârimm#traggyâs shit
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One More List of "Beautiful" Words
to include in your next poem/story
Beneficence - the quality or state or doing or producing good.
Calefaction - the state of being warmed.
Callosity - lack of feeling or capacity for emotion.
Cicatrizant - promoting the healing of a wound or the formation of a cicatrix.
Estivo-autumnal - relating to or occurring in the summer and autumn.
Evagation - a wandering of the mind.
Hamartia - a defect of character : error, guilt, or sin especially of the tragic hero in a literary work.
Imparadise - to make supremely happy, transport with delight or joy.
Impedimenta - things that impede or hinder progress or movement.
Inhesion - the condition of being inherent in something.
Jocoserious - mingling mirth and seriousness.
Lowery - gloomy, lowering.
Malobservation - erroneous observation or interpretation
Mordacious - biting or sharp in manner or style.
Natation - the action or art of swimming.
Pandiculation - a stretching and stiffening especially of the trunk and extremities (as when fatigued and drowsy or after waking from sleep).
Pestiferous - dangerous to society; pernicious.
Satisdiction - the condition of having said enough.
Ugsome - frightful, loathsome.
Unclubbable - having or showing a disinclination for social activity: unsociable.
If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!
More: Lists of Beautiful Words â Word Lists
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absolutely. and dare I say shg
time loop where i keep dying to save you but clearly the loop just wants me to accept your death. im not going to but i can tell that's what it wants
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Courage of the Damned
Wyll Ravengard with gladiolus flowers
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people who act like shipping unhealthy pairings makes you a bad person is so funny to me as someone whose main special interest is shakespeareâs hamlet. sorry good sir no healthy relationships to be found here. can I interest you in some tragically doomed queers who understand each other the most but also can never truly but hang onto each other like drowning rats instead
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#hamartia tag#vixen writes#vixen draws#jrwi pd#checking something i wrote jn ch4 for Reasons and this hit me like a divine vision
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sex therapy :: 29. karma's a bitch
chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. naoya's anger issues continue. infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. mentions of physical violence. family drama.
word count: 3.2k
notes: my sixty-hour work weeks have been taking a huge toll on me, so i apologize for this incredibly slow update. the good news is that i cannot take this corporate america bullshit anymore and will resign in the next two months. thank you for being patient! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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Naoya had never felt this humiliated in his entire life.
When people said karma was a bitch, he never thought that it would actually make its way back to him. While he was not the most righteous person in the world, he was the Zenin CEO, for godâs sake! He was the leader to a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, the heir of a centuries-old bloodline.Â
Yet, here he was, charging back to his apartment like an irate animal.
He startled the lobby doormen upon his loud entry, and once he returned to his penthouse, he had to will every muscle in his body not to tear apart his abode in a rampage.
In his head, his encounter with Toji looped like a broken record, fueling his chagrin.
When Naoya sought to confront his cousin for the first time in months, he thought he had been prepared. He did not expect to end up digging himself into a deep hole surpassing the world's layers due to a judgment errorâa slight miscalculation.Â
Correction: this miscalculation was anything but 'slight' because he wildly underestimated what felt like everything. Now, he bore the consequences of his mistakes after inadvertently turning himself into a laughingstock. Because his ego was his hamartia, he had become a mere jester in a story where he was meant to be the sole hero, and thus his ill feelings burned hotter than the surface of the Sun.
As much as he hated to admit this, Naoya had been shortsighted. He should have known better. Just weeks ago, he saw a vision filled with saccharine promises of a happy, comfortable life as the most powerful man in Japan imbued with power and wealth. He had been confidentâa hundred percent certainâthat absolutely nothing could go wrong in the trajectory he worked hard to create. But, what the actual fuck just happened at the therapist's office?!
He did not expect his mistress to make a complete fool out of him. Her very existence was an anathema to him, and he hoped to never be in contact with that woman ever again. In hindsight, Naoya should have taken the hint a while ago. He had previously forgiven his cousin's ex-wife, dismissing her blissful but intentional ignorance. Mari had never been too keen on actual intellectual and corporate matters, for she took far more interest in the money and comfort that came with starting from the bottom and sleeping her way to the top. Despite that, Naoya trusted that she at least had half the mind to not publicly discuss their affair, only for him to be proven wrong in front of none other than...Toji Fushiguro.
"Fuck!" Naoya screamed into the void of his empty living room. His reality was a nightmare as he thought about his despised cousin againâthe assured gleam in his viridescent eyes, the smug smirk that tugged across his lips. The imagery soured his mood beyond measure. "I'm going to fuckingâ"
He did not finish his sentence.
Instead, he kicked a nearby lamp in an angry bout, toppling the fixture over and sending tiny shards cascading across the floor accompanied by the dull thud of the shade. Whatever. His housekeeper tomorrow morning would come in and clean that.Â
What he instead focused on was how he had never been this infuriated, this belittled, this undignified.
The entire apartment echoed with Naoya's loud huff.
'About âyour wifeâ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that sheâd ever think about calling you her husband anymore.' These words from Toji affected him more than he would have liked.
What did he mean?
That bastard is bluffing, the blonde had to tell himself, yet even he could not believe in his own consolation.
He needed to do something about this.Â
No, no, Naoya wasnât scared.
He couldnât possibly be, right?!
Yet, after he could feel his ears begin to cool and breathing start to re-regulate, he stared at the emptiness in his halls as he came to the realization that had no better choice but to talk to you.
You didn't want to be here.
The moment you read Naoya Zenin's text to meet up for a 'quick chat' at the café near his office, you already knew that the upcoming conversation was going to be anything but 'quick.' The last thing you wished to do was to be in the same vicinity as that very man again.
After spending the last few days at your family residence, you had been showered with warm attention from aunts, uncles, cousins, and even house attendants whoâdespite naturally wondering the reason behind your stayâwelcomed your visit with open arms. To your relatives' many inquiries, you forged a pretense that all was well even if all was not. (Besides, all did seem well in your family estate, away from the incessant pandemonium that was the Tokyo city center.)
While you knew that this peaceful break was not meant to last forever, you did not anticipate returning to the capital just to sit with the Zenin CEO alone.
Naoya had specifically chosen a corner table in the Hong Kong-inspired establishment, distanced from potential eavesdroppers. He seemed to have been waiting for a while by the time you arrived, his right leg crossed over his left knee as he twiddled with his thumbs impatiently. Sprawled on the table were a freshly brewed pot of jasmine tea and a platter of warm custard pastries.
He remained quiet as you took the seat across from him, observing with a crease on his forehead and a knit to his brows.
Anyone could tell that the blonde was not the least bit happy.
"Giving me dirty looks is not going to get this conversation anywhere," you pointed out while helping yourself to a tart.
From your comment, the inverted slope on Naoya's lips twisted into a deeper frown.Â
He did not understand where your annoyance came from.Â
Fine, he never treated you nicely either, but he did not expect you to snap at him when the discussion had hardly begun. You offered him no greetings, and Naoya also took great offense at how you chose not to look at him as you talked.
Truth be told, your neglect reminded him of all the other upsetting things that he was dying to bring up, and your unpleasant attitude whittled away the little restraint he had left.
âYou didnât try to ask where Iâve been. Not one text or call. Guess it would not have mattered to you if I disappeared, huh?" he lashed out through gritted teeth. He hated being forgotten, hated being looked over, and hated how easy it was for him to prove you to be a neglectful and apathetic wife.
Which was why there was no better option than to cut him off.
âYou ordered me to leave you alone, Naoya.â Only slightly did you turn your head to glance at him. Stirring sugar into your tea, you kept your attention otherwise on the nearby window and watched businesspeople scurrying about on the streets on their lunch breaks. "You can live without my attention since I'm not the only woman you have around. What happened to your lady friend? Hasn't she been entertaining you long before our marriage? I am sure she would love your company, so why not pay her an impromptu visit?â
From a slanting angle, you could tell that the transformation from your normally calm demeanor dismayed him. Naoya, not you, was typically the one to make snide comebacks, but he could not deny your latest comments. Evidently, he wanted you to go back to your submissive and passive self, but that was precisely what you no longer could be for him.
His silence prompted you to reach into your purse and retrieve a thick manila envelope, and you presented the package on the table.
Naoya's gaze snapped to the parcel.Â
He was curious, but cautiously so. He had invited you here, expecting to control the narrative, to dictate the terms. As a result, your unexpected move threw him off balance.Â
"What...?"
âTake a look and find out for yourself.â
A puzzled Naoya demonstrated no hesitation.
He snatched the folder, tearing the top open and greedily grabbing the curated pieces inside. He stared for a long time at the first item: a photo. But he recognized the image of him and his mistress, boarding a private jet for their most recent trip to Mexico. Then, he flipped through the stack rapidly, barely registering each item before he turned to the next. Some were printed-out pictures and others were cutouts from news articles, but all featured him and his paramour. The confusion on Naoya's visage slowly morphed into aggravation, and when he finished his inspection, he forcefully threw the items back onto the table.
In the end, Naoya sat back and went still, not even blinking, thinking, or doing anything but pressing his tongue along his inner cheek. "How did you get these?"
No apologies. No remorse.
Hell, based on his response, the man could not even bother to deny your accusations, a telling sign of how little he could care for his relationship with you. Obviously, you must be a joke to him.
In one firm motion, you placed down your teacup.
"You're missing the point.â
While one's eyes may be the windows to the soul, Naoya's offered nothing in his current state. His pupils looked atâno, examined you in intense dark pools despite the iridescent glow from the lights above.
"Toji gave you these, didn't he?" Naoya continued with a disdainful laugh, himself insistent on getting answers to his own questions. "You can't find this shit on the internet anymore since I've had them all taken down. But Toji's fast. He has eyes everywhere, I know he does. Look at him. Months later, and he's still hung up on reclaiming a position he should've never had the right to in the first place!"
Thankfully, you didnât flinch from his loud voice. What you did do was become more indifferent as if you were placing a wall to separate yourself from him, mentally bracing for his emotional maelstrom.
"You are missing the point," you said once more. This time, you shook your head in disappointment, and your tone was far more frustrated than the last. "Aren't you shameless?â
"Me? Shameless?!â His brows pinched closer from fury. "Take a look at yourself, woman! What did you do to get all this dirt from Toji and his henchmen, hm? Ha! Know what? I bet itâs because you're so willing to spread yourself for them,â he rambled with a nasty sneer plastered on his expression. At his comments, your jaw fell open before snapping shut as the meaning behind his words sank in. The way this man disregarded how he had an affair (that began many months ago!) only to redirect the spotlight onto you was repulsing, implying that the sole reason the therapists talked to you was that you had slept around. âA whore like you love taking all them all, donât you? Well? Well? Am I right? Goddamn, youâre such aââ
The harsh scraping from your chair as you stood was what finally interrupted him. Unable to tolerate his vilification, you counteracted his anger with the venom in your rancorous glare.Â
"How dare you talk about me like that!â
In the meantime, prying eyes started to turn in your direction from the commotion: teenage girls, sharing nervous glances across their table; a lone businessman, stopping mid-sip from his cappuccino; even the barista, pausing mid-grind such that her arm froze inches from the hopper.
"That man...doesn't he seem familiar?" a distant voice asked.
"Is he a celebrity or something?"
"No, wait. He's the person on the cover of last month's Fortune magazine. Naoya Zenin!" another replied.
"Isn't that lady his wife?"
While the onlookers' curious glances turned into full-on stares, their regard steeled your resolve rather than bothered you. Instead, you wanted the crowd to take in the spectacle. Corrupt tricks and dirty money had long painted the Zenin heir as 'the most perfect man in Japan,' and the public deserved to understand the fraudulence and cruelty that underlaid his facade.
"For months, I trusted you. I respected you. I put aside the harrowing loneliness weighing on my heart all because I tried to understand you. You told me that finding the time or energy for our marriage was not easy because board meetings kept you late in the office or business meetings required you to spend several nights abroad. Fine! So, I had been patient. But," and your voice overflowed from anger as you pointed a shaking finger at the pictures on the table, "Taking another woman to Michelin restaurants for dinners? Spending nights with her at Ritz-Carltons and Four Seasons? Going on entire vacations with her across the Pacific? All while you had a wife at home? Are you out of your fucking mind ?!"Â
The man's nose flared with deep-seated rage, his eyes mirroring the same bitterness in yours. "At the end of the day," he began sternly, "we're still married."
Ridiculous.
âOn paper, â you had to clarify. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be cheating on me with your older cousin's ex-wife."
Immediately, louder murmurs rippled through the crowd. Naoya turned stiff, uncomfortable with the attention. So much for selecting a quiet corner in the cafĂ©. He wasnât stupid enough to sense that he had to be careful. Saying one wrong phrase would condemn him to a public meltdown.Â
However, you were already steps ahead of him when you loudly declared: âIâm filing for a divorce.âÂ
That caught him off guard.
Your announcement even drew audible astonishment from bystanders as they stopped their meals, turning to each other and drawing out their phones.
In literal milliseconds, the vexation once riddling Naoya's demeanor shifted into denial.
âNo. Weâre not going to talk about a fucking divorce right now. Weâre going to fix what we have, and youâre going to come back to me. Weâre...We're married for a reason, and weâre going to keep with it!â
"That's a bullshit reason,â you had to snap. âListen to yourself. Do you hear how selfish you sound!?" At this point, nothing could hide your bafflement. "Naoya, you were the one who said that if I wanted to leave this marriage badly, then I should leave. Ask Mai and Maki! They heard the entire conversation. Didn't you also say that you didn't give a fuck anymore?"
The man attempted to salvage some semblance of control. "I was just joking!"
"No, you were not." Picking up a photo of Naoya and Mari together, you pressed the picture to his face. âHow much more can I take? How many days would I still have to go through alone in the penthouse, all because you would be spending your sweet time with the woman that you love?â
Unloading all this emotional baggage, not only for Naoya Zenin but also for the café spectators to hear, took courage. Previously, you would have let the burden gnaw at your soul. You would have rather wallowed in suffering rather than even think about speaking up.
But the past was the past, and you had grown immensely since then. Currently, you were stronger, more confident. You knew that, in Toji's words, you deserved better. Life was too beautiful to waste on a man who did not love or respect you and, with that in mind, you relaxed your clenched fists with an exhausted and fatigued sigh.Â
You broke me first, you said through a deserted gaze.Â
Naoya Zenin was the reason why you had become the way you were: a cold, seemingly heartless wife who cared none for her husband. The misery that he placed on your shoulders finally reached its limit, and while you could forgive, forgetting the memories in your scarred heart would be a task over months, years, and even a lifetime.Â
âListen,â you began, tone terse, âthis divorce will set you free. Mari is the person whom you needââ
âThe hell. No!â the man interrupted in a violent outburst, taking your breath away as he slammed the table and hissed. âI don't give a damn about her right now! WeâreâŠWeâre over!" he snarled with incredible anger such that he almost appeared to growl. "I donât need her, I need you! That...That whore doesn't give a flying fuck about my shit! All she cares about is...is...Fuck this. All she wants is the money. Why else do you think she married and then later divorced Toji? She doesn't want to hear about all the shit in my family because she had not been brought up to deal with all the fuckin' drama in my household. She can't understand because, unlike you, she wasn't born with a silver spoon shoved down her goddamn throat!"
Quietly, you absorbed his words, stunned.
So this was how their relationship had been.
You had not expected him to reveal all these entrenched feelings willingly, but his concoction between reckless rage and sheer desperation had allowed him to spill the ugly side of this extramarital affair. Naoya could not afford to lose you, and not just because this marriage solidified the respect of those around him. While Mari offered him an outlet for physical indulgence, only you could offer the cornerstone to Naoya's mental and social fortitude.
âSo you âneedâ me now, but what happens when you find another reason to hate me again? What will you do if you donât think I can fulfill the role you want me to have as your partner? Or if you wake up one day and suddenly want your cousinâs ex-wife again? Or if you meet another woman? Am I supposed to stand there again, and watch this all happen?"Â
No answer.
The fact that he couldn't respond hurt.
"My decision is final. Looking back, I despised every single second married to you. In fact, I feel sorry for myself. The fact that I blindly put up with your manipulation, betrayal, and blame for all these months.â With your belongings collected, you prepared to leave. âYou would be stupid to think you're the only one with options, you know.â
Only when you turned around did Naoya react, scrambling to his feet.
âWhat the fuck are youââ
In any other situation, he would have grabbed you, lunged at you, did everything in his power to stop you from going. Yet, given all the witnesses, all he could do was call you back like a helpless child, trying his best to not escalate the scene (although, at this point, even passerbys outside have stopped by the window to spectate).
"Hey!" Naoya called after you. âHey! Iâm still talking with you!â
Pathetic, really, to see him desperately beg for you to stay in his life.
There was a certain satisfaction in finally having the control at your fingertips. The feeling was empoweringâelectrifying, evenâand you became so focused on the gratification that you barely registered Naoya's last question.
âWhere are you going?â
At this point, you already stood by the exit.
âThatâs not something that my soon-to-be ex-husband would need to know,â and you hardly gave him another glance as the door closed behind you. âThank you for showing me everything I hope to never find in another man again."
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end notes: Part of why this update took so long was because I wanted to have an encounter between Naoya and Y/N to showcase Y/Nâs development, from someone who thoughtlessly defended her husband to someone who could stand up for herself (all while alone!). I envisioned this interaction many times, and I thought about different ways to approach the scene, the delivery, the dialogue, the choreography, etc. It took me a while to go for what I currently have. Thank you for reading!
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I was tagged in a face train by @alitan99 and @mr-kennedys-elf then proceeded to spend an hour mulling over which faces to add BDBWNDNS
Tagging uhhhhhhh @mooseonahunt , @theprestigegirly , @anininas , @raccoons-garbage-can , @hamartia-grander , @patos-chan and anyone else who wants to join!!
#seeing how much my art has evolved and how much Iâve experimented and grown with Luis as a character gets me very emotional BDNSHDNJXJS#ericsart#I think you can tell I was having a tough time picking#luis serra fanart
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11 hours 29 minutes in. Im ill. Like. Im fr sick. I feel like SHIT. and im actively making it worse.
#why must i be this way#artists on tumblr#the owl house#digital art#digital artist#toh#im in pain#more tags to come#im siiiick#):#HamARTia#grimwalker oc#Tortured Darlings#traggyâs shit
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im sorry but horatio covering hamletâs body so no one could ever discover that he was actually trans is driving me insane. âlive to tell my storyâ do you see it. do you
hamlet and horatio so queer coded they had to cope this hard
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