#junji ito archive

[2001hz]

Assorted Junji Ito Manga Volume Covers (1998-2022)

[the-wyzer]

*waiting patiently until someone draws Michael from TMA in Junji ito style*

[brnldhar]

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[kora-kat]

Ya know, bet ya in the TMA universe there's gotta be at least one copy of Junji Ito book thats a Leitner.

Enigma of Amiga Fault? - Buried and Flesh

Uzumaki? -Spiral and Flesh

Gyo? - Corruption

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A Midsummer Night's Dream (William Shakespeare) "The way the fey play with the perceptions and emotions of the wandering youths in the woods is peak Spiral, as their loves and disdains change with the machinations of Oberon and Puck."

Uzumaki (3-in-1 Deluxe Edition) (Junji Ito) "I was debating if I should just do the first volume but three in one horrors sounded great to me. So Uzumaki is largely about spirals, to put the most obvious reasoning first. That's that Uzumaki translates to, after all. Spirals begin enveloping this small town, causing supernatural events. But the madness side of things comes as quickly as the spirals are there. You see it first in completely opposite ways with Shuichi's father and mother, with one becoming obsessed with spirals to the point of madness and eventually becoming one himself and the other being so terrified of spirals that it turns into its own psychological torment as she tries to remove spirals from her life and eventually realizes that those spirals are part of her naturally, causing her to try to take apart those aspects of her as well. Over chapters, characters become warped and characters succumb to the madness of spirals. Some fear the spirals, while others embrace them. Escaping the spirals is proven futile, and through that, it is also proven how out of sync the town is from reality as a whole, with time being sped up. Also, it has a labyrinth at this point, built by those suffering from the curse, so I think the Spiral would love that. In the end, the spirals are proven inescapable, and the two main characters warp together into a spiral of their own. The curse seems to end here, but really, it's a never ending cycle, and a curse which will never go away. The curse and the madness it brings won't fade."

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uzumaki live-action (2000) dir. akihiro higuchi

[blaacknoir]

Spiral Avatar Concepts

The proprietor of the local gas station right off the interstate who gives out-of-towners wrong directions on purpose. (Just drive about thirty miles, then take the left at the fork. Your map must be wrong ma'am, I swear that fork's there.)

An architect who creates false panels and tunnels to nowhere in their buildings. (That book you pulled yesterday revealed a hidden passage. It's a shame it does nothing today.)

His apprentice, who has mastered the art of making homes bigger on the inside. (A hallway that is longer on some days than on others. An abnormally deep basement. And... that door can't lead anywhere... can it?)

The lady who does the corn maze every year. (The town forgets the stragglers who exit the maze looking a few years older, confused about the date.)

The little girl who talks about her imaginary friend ("I know he's not real," she says to her concerned father, "It's hard for him to exist!") until one day, it's as if she never existed.

The young man, raised by a woman who was not his mother, and confronts her with the memories and dreams that have followed him his whole life. ("Those are just dreams," she tells him, caressing him and soothing his fears. "You've always been my son.")

The person with ADHD who just had their keys. Didn't they? (Or did I set them down somewhere... No, I swear I had them! I know this is the third set we've replace this year but--)

A tourist walking the historic downtown streets. He has no destination, but his phone and map are in his bag. (But he can't find a place to orient himself on his map, and his phone has no signal. None of the doors will open, and when he turns to retrace his steps, it's a different street.)

The manager of a hotel who has spent a great deal of time ensuring that every floor is exactly the same and that the elevators are constantly out of order. (How long have you been going up these stairs? How long are these hallways? And... who removed the room numbers?)

The director of a television show where everything remains status quo at the end of each episode. It has been going longer than anyone can remember. No episode guides can be found for it, but every actor looks the same in every episode. (It's filmed in front of a live studio audience, but why does the laughter sound like screaming?)

A group of travelers, two men, one woman, a boy, and his pet, follow a path southeast from New York to Topeka. (Don't worry, they aren't lost. There are other worlds than these.)

Junji Ito

Eye | Flesh | Vast | Spiral | Corruption | Lonely | Web | Buried

[finalgrillwillgraham]

so uh

(link to original fanart: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/g2QRVQ - warning for eye strain and flashing lights)

[2001hz]

Junji Ito (1997)

[redinthefaceandcheeks]

The Spiral Parking Lot

You blurrily pressed one of the topmost buttons in the elevator as you waited for the doors to slide shut followed by the subtle vibrations of the machine’s mechanisms as it pulled the cab up.

You let out a yawn as you took this still moment to think back on the night. Your friend, Tim, finally got the big promotion that he was gunning for years. It was a proper step up in his career that came with the need to move to the city with a nice pay bump to boost. To properly ring it, in the way that bachelors do best, you and your buds spent the night drinking in that city. The celebration started early Friday evening and carried on late into the night as you all went from one bar to the next ringing in his accomplishments with each round of drinks. There were plenty of drinks to be had and while you did indulge you were now sober enough to drink yourself home, but not without feeling that post-buzzed fatigue.

During the ride in the elevator, you absentmindedly retrieved your phone from your pocket. You turned it over in your hand and tapped the on button. You were welcomed to the light of your phone’s wallpaper with the phrase ‘no signal’ crawling across the notification bar. Irritated, you let out a groan as you rolled your eyes and put it away. 

Because you lived outside of the city limits you had to drive to one of the parking garages on the outskirts of the city and take the subway in to meet everyone. Out of all of the options you went with the tried and true garage that you always used for city day trips for, pretty much your entire life. The parking structure was the product at the height of the brutalism era. It is a large blocky gray building made of only the finest concrete. As a result, the building stopped all phone and radio signals. Because Tim’s celebration happened on Friday night, you ended up competing with everyone else who wanted to spend a night cutting loose in the city, you were shunted to the top half of the massive building to find a parking spot.

You let out another unapologetic yawn that reminded you of how tired you were with your normal full day of work and this late-night partying.

The elevator beeped as the doors slid apart to reveal the fluorescent lit gray parking lot. You were welcomed to the still silence of a nearly empty parking lot in the dead of night. It was just you by yourself and the few other cars that littered the rows of painted lines. 

You stepped out of the lift and quickly reoriented yourself in the cement building. A quick scan of the area resulted in you finding your car off to the side, exactly where you parked it. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized that there was only one last leg of the journey that you needed to do before you could collapse upon your long awaited bed.

You pressed the unlock button on your key and your car’s headlights came on, sounding off that welcoming ‘one-two’ of beeps. Your hand reached for the door handle and pulled it open, where you then engaged a controlled crash into the driver’s seat. Your hands, legs, and torso performed their typical routine of buckling yourself in and getting situated in the car. 

Your wrist twisted the key in the ignition as the car came to life. Along with the car’s roar of the engine and the chorus of beeps that arose from the dashboard computer, the sound of soft static flowed out of the speakers.

Momentarily confused about the last sound, you directed your eyes to the stereo, where the display informed you of the FM radio frequency that it was tuned to. It was trying to pick up the station that you must have been listening to when you drove down. You were about to reach over and turn it off but you stopped yourself just before that.

‘The music would help me on my drive home… and if I turn it off now, I’ll just have to reach over and turn it on when I leave the garage. Better to just leave it on and head out.’

With that, you then redirected your hand toward the headlight switch, then the gear stick. You eased on the gas and made your way out of your parking spot. You left out a yawn as you turned the steering wheel, to navigate… you just wanted to get home and with that, you began to slowly navigate through the rows and down the cement ramp towards the illuminated Exit sign.

Your tiredness compelled your body to go on autopilot as you took the wide turns around the parking lot garage floor while following the ‘EXIT’ signs, looping around to the circumference of the rectangular floor to get to the next descending ramp.

You just kept performing those same wide clockwise turns, then straightening out to drive the length of the floor before turning again, straightening out once more before turning onto the descending ramp, and repeating the process over again, and again and again and again…. And again. 

Each level of the garage showcases a series of different parked cars as your car’s headlights pass over them.

‘How many floors was I up?’ was the question that almost took root in your mind just before an aggressive yawn chased it away.

Your attention went back to your driving as you turned, straightened out, turned again, straightened out, and descended the ramp once more as you remained deadset in your tiredness to get home.

With each floor you were greeted by the same mundane selection of parked cars, all different makes and models in the various painted lines. As you drove past them, some part of your mind faintly caught on that there was something odd about them.

It went; car, car, car, empty space, car, empty space, empty space, car… and so on.

There was something particular about it but that part of your mind could not identify what that was so you decided not to give it any more thought. You shook yourself to alertness as you displaced any other thought outside of getting back home as you continued the same driving motions again and again as you descended down more and more, all while the soft radio static buzzed in your ears.

One thing that did change between the levels was that the lot was now becoming more occupied.

‘Good, this means I'm getting to the ground floor’ you reassured yourself, forcing yourself to keep going. 

A while after that, your car beeped, indicating that it was low on fuel. 

‘Ugh, another thing to do about once I get out of here.’

As the headlights passed over the other cars, your brain picked up on some strange details. The rows had car models that looked unfamiliar, there were some license plate designs that you could not place. 

Every once in a while, even some cars that looked more common had details that seemed out of place, like fins attached to an SUV, and once you could have sworn that a reversed parked vehicle had its brake lights on the front.

As you passed them all, that part of your brain stirred again, attempting to ponder something intangible about the lot’s occupants.

Now it was car, car, car, car, empty space, car, car, car, car, car, car, car, empty space, car, car, car…

Eventually, you had to concede that your exhaustion was winning the battle and you were quickly approaching the point where it was unsafe for you to continue driving. Even though you did not want to, you began searching for and then pulled into one of the empty spaces.

You placed your car into park, removed the key from the ignition, and began to push your seat back as far it could go to find the least uncomfortable position your body could be in to get some sleep. Soon enough you found a position that you could work with, you began to close your eyes, and took a deep breath as the sound of soft static drifted you off to sleep.

…

You woke up as refreshed as you could be after sleeping the night in your car. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you thanked for the small blessing that you did not have anything pressing for the rest of the weekend. 

With a grumble to yourself, you stretched your body awake and returned your seat into the driving position as you put the key back into the ignition, revved up the car, and backed it out of the spot as you resumed your drive, following the exit sign down and around to the next floor down. 

As you continued, your headlights now showed that the vehicles in the parking spots around you were now twisted and distorted chunks of painted metal and glass. Every other sign had lettering that was nothing more than incomprehensible squiggles. Still, despite it all the four-letter ‘EXIT’ sign remained as clear as ever, guiding you around the down. Around and down.

Eventually, your car sputtered to a slow dying stop as it reached the last of the gas.

You let out an irritated groan as you unbuckled and opened the door. You slammed the door shut with your frustration, you then redirected yourself towards the big ‘EXIT’ sign and began to groggily walk the rest of the way.

‘There has to be a bottom,’ you reassured yourself as you followed the path, as the sound of radio static permeated the air around you.

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[cantcatchmeee]

Manga - Tomie: Takeover

[theartistsarchives]

Why do my recent obsessions all fall into Cosmic-Horror-Apocalypse-Core?

[crimeschild]

the magnus archives themed notion

i made my whole notion tma themed and im so proud! i’ve spent so many hours on this (maybe days even if i combine them all...) i have a whole pinterest board with pictures grouped according to entity. also big thank you to spotify user Mads (i forgot their tumblr) for the spotify playlists. i saw their post that they made playlists of each fear. this is the page im most proud of :] (censored some stuff for privacy)

tell me if u guys have any suggestions !

[prettyholic7]

So I'm basically using Tumblr only to fangirl over my fav stuff so I might as well list my fandoms and fav interests! These are the stuff that I'll mostly talk about, some more than others.

⁠✿Pretty Cure (literally my biggest obsession, I found out about it last April and I'm still fangirling)

✿The Magnus Archives

✿Monster High!!!

⁠✿magical girls in general (especially Winx Club, Cardcaptor Sakura, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Sailor Moon and Panty and Stocking)

✿my fav books are The Lunar Chronicles, The King in Yellow, Kordine Kronike and The Aurora Cycle

⁠✿my fav manga are Sugar Sugar Rune and anything by Junji Ito (especially The Enigma of Amigara Fault)

✿I have a lot of OCs so I might post about them sometimes!

⁠✿these obssesions are not as strong, but I also really really live The Penumbra Podcast, Lucky Star, Novi Stars and Doki Doki Literature Club!

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Uzumaki (3-in-1 Deluxe Edition) (Junji Ito) "I was debating if I should just do the first volume but three in one horrors sounded great to me. So Uzumaki is largely about spirals, to put the most obvious reasoning first. That's that Uzumaki translates to, after all. Spirals begin enveloping this small town, causing supernatural events. But the madness side of things comes as quickly as the spirals are there. You see it first in completely opposite ways with Shuichi's father and mother, with one becoming obsessed with spirals to the point of madness and eventually becoming one himself and the other being so terrified of spirals that it turns into its own psychological torment as she tries to remove spirals from her life and eventually realizes that those spirals are part of her naturally, causing her to try to take apart those aspects of her as well. Over chapters, characters become warped and characters succumb to the madness of spirals. Some fear the spirals, while others embrace them. Escaping the spirals is proven futile, and through that, it is also proven how out of sync the town is from reality as a whole, with time being sped up. Also, it has a labyrinth at this point, built by those suffering from the curse, so I think the Spiral would love that. In the end, the spirals are proven inescapable, and the two main characters warp together into a spiral of their own. The curse seems to end here, but really, it's a never ending cycle, and a curse which will never go away. The curse and the madness it brings won't fade."

The Yellow Wallpaper (Charlotte Perkins Gilman) "The story is written as a collection of journal entries narrated in the first person. The journal was written by a woman whose physician husband has rented an old mansion for the summer. Forgoing other rooms in the house, the couple moves into the upstairs nursery. As a form of treatment, the husband forbids the journal writer from working or writing, and encourages her to eat well and get plenty of air so that she can recuperate from what he calls a "temporary nervous depression – a slight hysterical tendency", a common diagnosis in women at the time. As the reader continues through the journal entries, they experience the writer's gradual descent into madness with nothing better to do than observe the peeling yellow wallpaper in her room." Link to Project Gutenberg

[c-schroed]

Today I listened to The Magnus Archives episode 88, "Dig". And gosh, it really had some Junji Ito vibe.

Of course I mean:

So thanks @jonnywaistcoat for making my nightmares team up. Lovely ride, would do it again.