#there is something so beautiful and poetic

[namoamii]

Thanks for the reply! I'm so glad that you responded, yes I'm still taking responses to this post even after 3 years haha. I love your analysis! What a genuine and well-thought-out analysis of Komaeda’s character (definitely scratched more than just the surface)! I wonder if I can comment on some of your thoughts…

>>re: “break this cycle” - its true de facto! But I wonder if he himself thinks the cycle (of fortune-misfortune) is breakable — it seems like his death in chapter 5 is only a perpetuation of this cycle, even after his death. He believes so strongly in this cycle and the narrative is not stopping him from doing so. It is his misery; but also his talent, his meaning, the only thing he thinks of as valuable about himself. It is as you said: “taken [his life] to mean something significant.” He validates this ridiculous cycle by making them all worthy. Fate has always been above him, he never tried to conquer it, not even in ch5.

>>re: “quite poetic” that he fell for Hinata - it is! And it’s by narrative design. He was drawn to Hinata because he can smell the pathetic talentless-ness from him too. He can’t help it.

>>re: love - That’s why it’s really surprising when he was like “praise me build me a statue” in main story ch6, and “can you be my friend” at the end of island mode! He thought he could give up but Hinata changed him. Now he wanted to be a protagonist and be loved as the ultimate hope; or become someone’s friend even extending the hand himself. Hinata changed him T_T.

It makes me happy that you like him so much ^_^ and you’re definitely not alone!! I was also a lonesome disturbed teenager (still am lonesome and disturbed hahaha) who’s obsessed with DR. I’ve been into DR for 14 years and Komaeda still intrigues me. I can find parts of myself in him because of some similar (although not as dramatic!) experience. He disturbs me in the most beautiful way~

What are y'all's thoughts about Komaeda? Just one word is fine — tell me! I want to know!

Writings about Komaeda are all under the #komaedump tag; less relevant asks under #komaedasks. Feel free to read or to block, my takes are hot but Komaeda is hotter.

SPOILERS AHEAD, you’ve been warned. I don’t tag my spoilers, so please follow at your discretion.

[bright-side20]

I really love that the first time we get a glimpse into Azriel's pov, he calls Elain the sun at dawn instead of the most beautiful. Because in Elain's case, being called the most beautiful would've been obvious, predictable and repetitive. It's something everyone has said about her. So if Azriel had said that the first time we were in his head, it wouldn't have felt special.

But instead when he saw her he was like there she was, glowing like the sun at dawn. He chose to define her poetically, in his own language. And to me that feels like a private truth. He isn't parroting what the world says about her beauty he's telling us what she means to him.

She's not just the prettiest girl

She's the beginning

A warmth he didnt think he could ever feel

A soft light touching the part of him he never lets anyone see.

That's what makes it so beautiful. For someone like Azriel who was deprived of light his entire childhood, who spent his life surrounded by violence, masks and shadows to associate Elain with first light is incredibly meaningful.

[fayerie]

the sunset stains the sky in hues of apricot and blood as dazai lounges beside you on the rooftop, bandaged hands tucked under his head like a makeshift pillow.

the world is quiet up here — just the rustle of wind through your clothes, the hum of the city far below, and dazai’s rhythmic sighs as he watches the clouds drift like lost thoughts.

“wouldn’t this be the perfect time to die?” he says quietly, half lidded eyes turning toward you, voice as gentle as a breeze. “the sky’s kind enough to make it look beautiful.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t be morbid, osamu.”

he grins — boyish, there was a trace of exhaustion in his eyes — or maybe it was something else entirely, something you weren’t ready to name, to unravel, “i’m being poetic. there’s a difference.”

you lean back on your elbows beside him, legs dangling over the edge. “you always say that. and yet i never know if you’re joking or not.”

“that’s the fun of me, isn’t it?” his voice tilts playfully, but something in his expression falters — a crack in the mask he’s worn so long it might as well be his skin.

you don’t say anything for a moment. you just reach over, lacing your fingers with his. and despite all his dramatics, he doesn’t pull away.

“maybe,” you whisper, “if you stopped looking for a beautiful way to die… you’d start noticing how beautiful it is to live.”

he stares at your joined hands like they’ve betrayed him. then he closes his eyes, smile softening, “…you’re dangerous, you know that?”

you smirk. “more dangerous than the port mafia?”

“far more,” he murmurs. “they never made me want to stay.”

[npookie0]

Hi hello! Ofc I understand if ur not comfortable with this but may I request V (or any character that you feel like writing!) with chubby reader insecure abt their body? <3

Double the Beauty

hiii these will be headcanons because i feel like making this into them </3 also i need to post something so its time to touch headcanons while i try to write my kdh fanfics too...

V gives encouraging compliments that are poetic, you can feel like a writer's muse with how this man speaks of you. He tries to help you love your body through his words.

If you feel like you're too big, V will suggest exercising, not to lose weight specifically, but to help you find a way in feeling like you have control over how you look

He helps you find clothes that flatter your body more and make you look more handsome/beautiful/gorgeous than you already do

If people point fingers at you or mock you for your body, V is always there trying to clear your mind and take it off of these people. "My love, to me you are a being so beautiful no one's looks will make me feel like your do. Don't listen to these fools who can't recognise how lucky they are to be able to admire you."

You can often see V looking at you with affection and admiration in his eyes, this man is in love with you whole, your soul, your body, your personality. Just everything.

(A headcanon to any body type but it would fit here too) That man would be super flustered if he saw you wearing his shirts, probably turn into a flirt to fluster you too <3

woah meow

enjoy

nathan out <3

[rainrot4me]

As a certified Trans Man, can I say the way you describe transness and trans bodies and trans masculinity is just... absolutely euphoric??? Like, I'm a very feminine trans man admittedly, but the way you describe masculinity and people finding power in masculinity (like the TIM FIC??? I know people keep blowing up your ask box about it, but it was so GOOD!!!!!) just brings me a sense of gender euphoria I did not know I can feel? And it's beautiful? A thousand well wishes upon you, may your harvests be plentiful and your pillow always be the perfect temperature ♡♡♡

AHHHHH I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!!!!

As someone who is very wishy-washy in their gender expression, I have always seen gender and sexual identity as something poetic. Whoever you are, you became that for a reason deep rooted from the moment you were born, influenced by the things around you.

I am very nonbinary, despite my feminine tendencies. But growing up on a farm—running elbow-deep in creek water, tramping around in my mud boots, weekend hunting trips where you didn’t come home unless you had 30 pounds of deer meat—these all honed my views and preferences toward my gender.

I was always caught in the cross-hairs of getting dressed exceptionally girly for Sunday church and wearing next to nothing but boxers and monster truck shirts at home. It was a weird feeling to be sitting right in the middle of masculinity and femininity.

But after going to college, finding people who could give two shits less who I am or who I love—I grew into this very assured person. I’m not man or woman, but the creek beds and the mud paths and the white-tail deer I would stare at through my back porch. I am all of those things rolled into a girl’s body, but that doesn’t change the fact that there are a thousand different universes inside of me and influencing the way I see myself.

When it gets too loud in this beautiful brain of mine, I just accept that I am an amalgamation of the forest and the crisp air and the sound of my voice—nothing more nothing less.

This got way too poetic sorry, gender talk makes me dizzy with happiness lol!

[vinbitism]

singers vin and habit who sing very different genres, habits horror punk vinnys indie folk pop, vinny makes covers of habits songs in his genre bc he thinks habits hot. habit finds these and decides to make rock covers of vinnys songs. collab album or something

PLZZZZ UGHHHHWHEGEG YES.

Okay so I may have basically written a fanfic but idc

Vinnie is making music like The mountain goats/The antlers and Habit is making shit like GG Allin/Rob zombie/Creaming Jesus/Cancerslug.

Habit's lyrics are raunchy and weird and most of the time they're actually really offensive but Vinnie LOVES it, He actually finds what Habit sings to be poetic in a way even though it's REALLY not. He thinks that there's something more to the words, that Habit has a story that only he understands, Even though they've never met. Vinnie just had the BIGGEST parasocial relationship w Habit EVER. Habit will have the lyrics, "I'm gonna gut you, I'm gonna fuck you, I'm gonna light your body on fire and eat you." and Vinnie will be over there like "Okay but when he sang this though it's truly a representation of what it feels like to love too much and to be so overbearing with it that it scares people, it's so beautiful when you actually understand-"

then Habits in an interview being asked what his lyrics mean and he's all "Idk I just kinda sing whatever the fuck I feel like singing."

AND THEN THERE'S VINNIE'S MUSIC, he puts so much of himself out there, he's raw and emotional with it, he himself prefers crazier music but what he makes is always so soft in comparison. He has so many songs about Love, and seeing love in the world, and he's also got some REALLY depressing songs that lean more towards some of Habits more violent songs. Habit sings about hurting others and Vinnie sings alot about hurting himself.

Vinnie is alot more of an acoustic singer, he likes industry metal alot along w punk stuff but he finds it alot easier to sing softer. He always sings softer versions of Habit's songs and always seems to find a way to make all his violent songs sound like love songs.

This is even better if you think of Habit being alot more famous too and Vinnie just has a YouTube channel and he's making all these covers and during an interview Habits buddies/band members/the interviewer depending on what you want to imagine, is like "Have you seen this guy?! he's covered almost all your songs!!"

and at first Habit is all "🙄🙄" bc he's imagining someone butchering his music and making it sound like something it's not but when he hears Vinnie sing for the first time OUGHSHJD EVERYTHING CHANGES. he's immediately obsessed with it, He's obsessed with the way Vinnie sings and the way he plays his guitar, the way he genuinely sings with PASSION.

Habit would only give him a bit of praise saying he sounds good but Vinnie will never ACTUALLY be as good as him, (he's cocky to cover up his amazement, he can't let people know he actually FEELS)

A few months after the interview and Vinnie has kinda stopped doing covers, mainly bc he totally misinterpreted what Habit said and took it as habit thought he was a total creep, so he just started to focus on himself and his own music. He definitely started picking up viewers and he's gaining more popularity. And habit has been stalking his account the WHOLE time.

Habit watches every video he posts, every cover, every original song, every occasionally vlog that Vinnie posts and it's pretty boring most of the time, but Habit is ALWAYS enthralled.

When Habit is on tour again he covers one of Vinnie's underrated songs, like one that Habit could tell really meant alot to Vinnie, he can hear it in the way Vinnie sings it.

It's one of the only times Habit actually preforms something softer, something raw and emotional. He announces it by saying he's gonna sing a song that a very special someone wrote, a special someone who he hasn't met, but who he hopes to meet one day. He says that He hopes to hear him cover more songs of his one day, and that he'll make sure to write Vinnie something special.

And Vinnie is TOTALLY unaware since he wasn't at the concert but his FANS bro, Vinnie's entire channel and all his accounts is FLOODED with "DID YOU SEE??? HABIT SANG YOUR SONG!!!!" and "YOU'RE SO FAMOUS NOW, I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE FOLLOWED YOU SINCE YOU STARTED!!!!"

And Vinnie is SICK TO HIS STOMACH BRO he cannot believe his MUSE is singing his song, HIS SONG!!!! you BET that he's posting a reaction video to it.

Vinnie learns that Habit has a new show coming up in his state so he rushes to buy a Vip back stage pass to the show.

Habit is antsy the entire time, he's unsure if Vinnie is gonna show up even though he made SURE that they had a concert in Vinnie's city & State, DONT ASK HABIT HOW HE GOT THIS INFORMATION!!!!!!

He's pacing back and forth before they perform, he wants to make sure he does his BEST and ONLY his best if Vinnie's out there. And you know who he sees waiting in line for preshow autographs?

VINNIE!!! He's behind a few other fans just chatting and Habit practically BOLTS over, The security guards don't even have enough time to catch up with him, he is DETERMINED to meet this man face to face. He doesn't even acknowledge the fans Infront of Vinnie, he just shoos them away so he can see who he TRULY wants.

And there Vinnie stands, looking alot more alternative than he does on his channel, AND he's wearing one of Habit's bands shirt's, specifically something from Habits first album and he's IN LOVE!!!!

and that starts this huge long and messy romance between them and they even write music together it's so OWUEHEJJE they're awful for each other even in this universe, Habit would ruin Vinnie and get him into shit he never even dreamed of doing, but he'd be happy to do it as long as habit is by his side..

[nighttimenothings]

there are very few people for whom i would kneel for. and for you, i would. i would kneel. reverent. your name on my lips like some kind of salvation. how ever so sweet you are, my love my love my love. all bright eyes, soft curves and shy smile.

would you lie back for me, eager and wanting for me to take care of you? would you be good for me?

how shall we begin, my dearest love? shall i inch closer, hands skimming your thighs? my shoulders keep your legs spread; this is as much for you as it is for me. i'll give you everything you want so long as you let me take my time with you.

would that be amenable? could i kiss you here? what about here? i'll leave a trail of kisses up your thigh, slow and anticipatory, so as to rile you up. i've got to make sure you're ready for me, hm? all the while, my hands will make a home of your hips, my thumbs rubbing slow circles.

oh, my love. look at you. you're beautiful. the way you rock your hips desperately, the way your hand reaches for mine, the way your skin begins to dampen. but how would you sound? how every so pretty will you sound when i put my mouth on you?

easy, now. i always take such good care of you, don't i? when i finally lean in, i can already smell you, how ready you are for me. gorgeous. so puffy and wet—for me. how is it that i, of all people, am allowed?

you spoil me, my darling. and so, when i lean in, tongue easily tracing around your entrance, collecting, exploring, i can't help but sigh. it's messy and carnal and human. there's nothing more transcendent. slick stains my chin, your inner thighs, and it's perfect. you are perfect.

my girl. my girl. my girl. look how well you take me. so incredibly good for me. your moans and whines—music. sweat-sticky and flushed, you're a vision. a goddess, and i've found myself at your alter. you slide a hand into my hair, pulling me closer. anything for you. i press closer, tongue sliding deeper, nose nudge-nudging at your clit.

the world narrows, your thighs tremble and i hold your hips still. easy, easy, easy. there now, it's okay. let go. i'll be there when you fall. go on, pretty girl. it's okay. i've got you.

[neonhellscape]

gay tech priests standing by a computer, colourised

[cloverandstuff]

I can not believe stick figures managed to make me cry like a damn baby.

[egypquotes]

Long ago, Ma'at had grown accustomed to having only her own mind for company. As the years passed and the pantheon weakened, sealing herself away in the depths of Duat had become necessary to maintain balance and the reign of the gods. There, so dark and lonely, beyond the reach of Ra's rays or the voice she loved most, Ma'at held the universe together while she learned to deal with her most painful emotions.

But once every few millennia, she allowed herself a single day on the surface. A few hours where she could see her brothers and sisters, feel her father's warm rays on her skin, like a hug of gratitude. Most importantly, she allowed herself to be in the place she loved most in all the universe: lying in the bed she once lay in every night, holding in her arms the man she swore to love until the end of her days.

Thoth always greeted her with a bright smile and eyes full of longing and love, no matter how much time passed. Regardless of the clothes he wore, or the strange modern objects he carried, he always changed everything so he could hold Ma'at in his arms once more.

They both knew that night would not last forever, even with Thoth's desire to extend every second as much as possible. It was unwise to leave the Duat without protection, and they both knew well the importance of their roles. That is why Ma'at allowed herself to just be there, far from all the work and any complicated thoughts, stroking the curly hair of the man lying on her chest and listening to him talk for hours about all the new discoveries. Whether it was the food he wanted to introduce her, the new fashion of mortal clothing or the technological devices, Ma'at felt her heart fill with the affection of hearing Thoth's voice.

With the stars as witnesses, she allowed herself to be loved without fear, to let herself be carried away by whatever nonsense the two wanted at the moment and she felt alive, alive in a way that she sometimes forgot she was.

It was not eternal. In a few hours, they would be apart again. But they would always have one more day together, whether it was in this millennium or in the next. She would wait to have him again, to be alive once more.

[cl0wnapologist]

oh her new song is so sinister

[veyronvenus]

please oscar iam begging u bring this hairstyle back

[wildsaltair]

Maximus is the constellation, and I am but a humble astronomer spending my life studying him

[margaretkart]

Therapist: what troubles you?

Me: The Trojan War, it's nuts. So, the gods start bickering over this golden apple, arguing about who's the most beautiful. Because they don't even invite Eris, the goddess of discord, to the party – talk about drama. Paris, a mortal, gets roped into the mess and chooses Aphrodite because she promised him the most beautiful woman, Helen. But here's the twist: Helen's unparalleled beauty becomes both a blessing and a curse. Her allure becomes an excuse for the war in the first place, but when things go south, they blame her beauty for all their losses. So, it's like this crazy chain reaction of beauty, selfish actions, and divine egos that leads to one tragic, and catastrophic war. It's like beauty itself became the catalyst for disaster, and everyone paid the price.

[vulpinesaint]

nobody wants to live in my beautiful world with me where the items you make at the end of this quiz are actively malicious and fucked up. on the one hand i literally never said it was metal. on the other hand if you put a bunch of blood into stone and wood and ended up with a metal ring that started changing shape on its own then it's probably got some other issues that might make it difficult to cut it don't you think? "stone and wood and blood don't make a ring" buddy at what point in your time in this workshop that had a literal magic wand in it did you think it was going to be rooted in reality. do you want me to tell you It's A Cursed Magical Ring? kill all the fun and mystique of it? where's your fucking whimsy

[hopecomesbacktolife]

not me reading this definitely m/f romance novel but reading heavily into every interaction between the main character and her best friend…