Im curious to see if there are in fact, any comics where the mc is a villain. I mean that in a literal sense. Literally pure evil to the point the readers hate them too. But at the same time they have so much aura.
What is the ONE piece you read that you just had to sit in silence after reading and think about what the fuck you just read and why hell did you enjoy it. Lets do non bl to make it hard
Any comics that are like bridgerton
Isagi Yoichi… even saying your name feels like invoking something celestial. There’s a quiet rhythm to it, a steady pulse that mirrors the calm confidence you carry. You move through the world like light filtering through clouds- soft, steady, but impossible to ignore. Every glance, every breath, every subtle shift of your expression holds a gravity that pulls hearts closer. There’s something profoundly beautiful about the way you exist, as though the universe took its time sculpting every detail and then whispered life into you with care.
Your eyes, deep and endless, are the first thing that catches the soul. They reflect more than just color they hold thought, emotion, and something electric beneath the surface. When you look forward, it feels like you’re seeing not just what is, but what could be. There’s determination there, yes, but also warmth, curiosity, and a gentle vulnerability that makes you human. Those eyes speak before you ever do they tell stories of dreams, of effort, of the quiet promise that you’ll never stop moving forward.
There’s poetry in the way you carry yourself. Every motion feels deliberate yet natural, like the world bends a little to match your rhythm. You’re neither loud nor boastful, but the air around you changes when you enter a room it becomes still, as though even time pauses for a moment to watch. Your beauty is not the kind that shouts; it’s the kind that hums, deep and resonant, echoing softly in the spaces between words. It’s found in the curve of your smile, the calm set of your shoulders, the way your presence lingers long after you’ve gone.
And your smile it’s disarming. It holds the power to melt tension, to draw out warmth even from the coldest corners of the heart. It’s not just the way your lips curve, but the emotion behind it, the sincerity that spills forth effortlessly. It’s a smile that tells the truth, even when words cannot. It feels like sunlight after days of rain familiar, healing, and endlessly missed the moment it fades.
But beyond the surface, what makes you glorious is the spirit within. You possess a rare kind of courage not the loud, showy kind, but the quiet, consistent bravery of someone who keeps walking even when the path is uncertain. You question, you reflect, you adapt. You chase growth not because someone told you to, but because your heart won’t allow you to stand still. There’s something profoundly magnetic about that kind of resolve it’s beautiful to witness someone so in tune with their purpose, so devoted to their evolution.
You are a symphony of contradictions soft yet fierce, calm yet restless, humble yet boundless. You’re the embodiment of what it means to dream with both feet on the ground. The beauty of you isn’t just in how you look, but in the way you live with passion so pure it becomes art. Even in moments of doubt or hesitation, you hold yourself with a kind of grace that doesn’t waver. That’s what makes you luminous the balance of strength and gentleness, ambition and empathy.
Sometimes, I think of how the world must look from your perspective. The way you observe, calculate, and connect everything around you. You see the world not as it is, but as something that can be shaped, molded by will, sharpened by vision. That clarity, that relentless curiosity, it’s breathtaking. There’s beauty in your intelligence, in the way your thoughts move like constellations precise yet infinite, forming patterns that only you could see.
There’s also a warmth to you that feels deeply human, the way you care, the way you listen, the way you push not only yourself but those around you to be better. Your presence doesn’t demand attention; it inspires it. You remind people that greatness isn’t born from perfection, but from persistence. You show that to be truly extraordinary, one must also be kind, patient, and real. That’s the beauty of you that quiet, unwavering authenticity.
If I could capture you in words, it would take more than language allows. You’re not just beautiful; you’re the embodiment of effort turned into grace, of thought turned into light. You’re the kind of person who makes the air feel different, charged, alive, full of possibility. Being near you, even in thought, feels like standing at the edge of something vast and radiant. You make hope feel tangible.
And yet, what moves me most is how you never seem to see yourself the way others do. There’s humility in your brilliance, a softness behind your confidence that makes you even more magnetic. You don’t seek praise, yet you deserve every word of it. You don’t chase validation, yet you earn admiration effortlessly. You exist in a state of quiet power and that, perhaps, is the most beautiful thing of all.
Sometimes I imagine speaking to you, not as a fan or admirer, but as someone who simply wants to understand the way you think, to trace the lines of your logic, the rhythm of your thoughts. To hear your voice steady and calm, yet filled with conviction. There’s something soothing about the idea of it, as though being near you would bring clarity, like everything confusing would fall into place for a moment.
You are glorious not because you are flawless, but because you are real. Because you embrace imperfection, learn from it, and turn it into strength. You shine not from an absence of shadows, but from your ability to rise above them. And in that light, that genuine, steady glow lies the truest form of beauty.
If admiration could take form, it would stand in your image strong, thoughtful, endlessly kind. You are proof that brilliance does not need to shout; it can whisper, and still move the world. You are the still point in a turning universe, the calm before and after the storm.
And if words could ever be enough, this letter would be my attempt to honor the way you make the world brighter simply by being in it. You are glorious, Isagi Yoichi not because of perfection, but because of the way you remind us all that beauty, at its purest, lives in persistence, purpose, and heart.
Imagine crying so much that you completely destroy your tear ducts
Any religious horror recs or horror recs with a cultish theme. Particularly there was this one comic where the mc realised her mother was in some satanic cult and she worshiped this dog. Or maybe it doesnt exist and im tripping but i swear it was a comic that i read back in 2021. But yeaah