#sorry non horror fans!!!!!

[coulsart]

Danse Macabre

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Chinese Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)(not pictured: Parc Fermé )

[mxdotpng]

sonic liking the chili dog is NOT NEARLY as famous or recognizable as like. the teenage mutant ninja turtles liking pizza. or spongebob and the krabby patty. like if you asked a guy whos never played sonic before what sonics favorite food was they wouldnt fuckin know. 'cause its like. not necessarily an inside joke but its exclusive to one or two lines per game. mentioned like twice in both movies total. non sonic fans dont even know there are comics so thats a whole separate deal. i dont even think x sonic likes chili dogs more than any other human food. but if u asked someone what the turtles favorite food is? pizza. thats a no brainer. like asking someone who goku is. cmon.

[osifrau]

catch ME sitting in a crate with a statue who steals people's skin, surprise surprise motherfucker

[harlequinrabbit-archive]

i do not like [redacted movie franchise] that much anymore but i think if i say its name the tumblr bitches will be mad at me

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

D-RIDING?! PART ONE

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

GENDER: FTM READER

SUMMARY: You are quite a popular YouTuber who makes random content for your fans to enjoy until one day you got drunk and "accidentally" posted a tweet in your official account making it go viral for not only the world to see, but even a certain idol you had a crush since 2019.

GENRE(S): Comedy, Fluff, A bit explicit (in part one), hurt/comfort a bit

WARNING(S): Didn't really proof read it or use a Grammer site to fix anything. If I got anything wrong well..ill fix it when I'm not tired (or not). If you haven't seen any BuzzFeed's thirst tweets, you have been warned. The reader is going through every stage of grief. Mentions of drinking, you being drunk, mentions of "Dick Riding", a few of thirsty comments. You're getting called "Pretty Boy." Explicit comments but nothing action, yet. You are a bottom (sorry y'all!) Kinda cringe. You fanboying non-stop.

CAREER: Idol-Bang Chan (26) + Youtuber-Y/N (25)

OTHER(S): all edited by me. Chan has a private channel but he did reveal his YouTube account in this story. Ethan, Antione and SanaVana are your best friends.

Some mistakes on the edits as well but wtv

Please reblog, like or/and comment!

(We are going to pretend this is around SKZ LALALA Era, thank you very much! Not restarting the edits!)

You couldn't believe your eyes when you opened Twitter (Or X...) As you see thousands of notifications of a certain post you made when you were drunk with your friends at a birthday party.

You felt yourself wanting to scream but all you could do is stare in shock, having your mouth hanging a bit while reading the comments stating that your idol, Bang Chan from StrayKids, read your tweet.

Not in private, but apparently he finally accepted an interview with BuzzFeed to read Thirst Tweets.

Since when did he have the balls to do that?

You groaned as you even saw the hashtags that were trending: #YnnityD-RIDE #BangChanThirstTweets #BuzzFeedBangChan #YnnityMoment

You honestly wanted to cry because you didn't know how to face your fans when you make a live stream later. You promised the fans that you were going to play that one horror game that your fans have been requesting.

At this point, you thought about just cancelling it while disappearing. Dramatic but you couldn't help it.

The Bang Chan read your tweet.

Well, you never saw the video and honestly you didn't want to. You found out that your tweet was not only read but even edited into the thumbnail with Bang Chan fine ass self beside it from a friend's screenshot.

You were mentally regretting this while weeping but you didn't want to disappoint your fans from a promise you made so you calmed yourself as you got ready to Go Live.

You place your mouse pad down and then connect a few wires into your computer. You went to your channel as you Go Live, with a title going by "Gaming and reacting to a certain video."

Just by that title, everyone immediately clicked the live.

You sat there, nervously biting your lip out of habit while fixing yourself in front of the camera.

You even waved to everyone while trying not to seem like you about to trust fall on top of a building.

"As you may see from this title, you probably know what certain video I'm going to watch, yes?"

Everyone commented "yes" while a few sent question marks but other than that they are curious of what the video is and my reaction.

"I didn't see the video yet but I immediately clicked on the app, saw my notifications, saw what's trending and even a screenshot from my friend. I am crazy embarrassed. I was drunk and the fact that she saw me tweeted this is the most crazy part. I knew she was my enemy since DAY ONE!" You shouted a bit at the end, joking but honestly not really as you make a dramatic 'number one' finger in front of the camera.

"Anyways, I already got it set up, just let me know if you guys can hear it or not..."

You mentally screamed as you tried to click on the video but you were so hesitant that the fans called you out on it.

"Y'all, we got it! Hold up, I'm just scared of how he is going to react! Ahhh!" You grabbed your forehead as you finally clicked on it.

You watched as Chan nervously laughed at the camera while introducing himself with his hot Australian accent. You felt yourself smiling as you tried not to fanboy just by his introduction.

"Ah, Hello everyone and my lovely stays! My name is Bang Chan, the leader of StrayKids, you can even call me Chris, and today...I'm finally reading your crazy thirst tweets. I don't know how I mentally agreed to this but I am curious so let's get started shall we, BuzzFeed?"

Chan chuckles nervously as he holds a plastic container full of thirst tweets.

You commented how cute he was while admiring him, ignoring slightly at your fans chat box, even not noticing a certain someone has joined your live stream and even commenting as well making the chat go crazy as they try to grab for your attention.

You continue on watching, make a few comments on the thirst tweets, stating that you agreed with half of the tweets he was reading while cooed on his blushing face:

"I want to ride his big nose"

"I wonder what else is big besides his nose, feet and butt if you know what I'm saying"

"I want that man to manhandle me so bad, it's not funny anymore."

"I want him to fuck me so bad! Uhhh PLEASE DADDY!"

You couldn't help help but laugh at a few, almost forgetting that your tweet was in this video until finally, almost at the end of the video, he pulls the last strip of paper and reads:

"Dick Riding? Yes I am. I'm jumping, hopping, creaming, screaming and latching...onto this man dick until we can't anymore. And in parentheses. We not stopping."

Chan covers his face while laughing as he re-reads the tweet again.

"Jeez, this person really must have that much energy to be going in several rounds. Not only that, this person is verified...how confident you are to send this in your official account. Not gonna lie, I feel like I know who this is..."

He squints as he tries to remember.

"I'll probably figure it out later but thank you! I don't think I have enough energy for that but we can try, yeah? Haha!"

Your eyes wide as you literally scream, jumping around and running around the room then stop running as you walk back, rewatching that clip again.

"Wait, he knows me? HE RECOGNIZES MY ACCOUNT- WAIT WHOA!" That's when you sat down on your gaming chair, literally looking like you were about to sink into the floor as you make your eyes focus on the chat that seems to be spamming non-stop.

You lean in, reading the chat as you questioned them what's wrong until you notice a channel you recognized. Of course who wouldn't recognize it, you literally have a crush on him.

The one and only Bang Chan was watching your live.

At this point, you just accepted your fate as you face palmed yourself as more comments started laughing at you.

"Om my goodness, this cannot be real. Ain't no way you are watching this stream..." You nervously said as you see him commented how cute you were.

You smiled as you started to fanboy again.

"This is so embarrassing you guys!"

Time went by as you ended your live stream. You immediately grabbed your phone and laid down on your bed as you opened Twitter (X) to see Bangchan following you.

You followed him back immediately which I guess it got his attention as he immediately texted you.

CB97: Hey, Y/N! It's nice to finally meet you, well through text that is, haha!

Ynnity: I can't believe you not only read my tweet and joined my live, you even FOLLOWED ME IN HERE!? You must be crazy!

CB97: Of course, I even have you subscribed and followed your Instagram on a private account!

CB97: And crazy? Aren't you the crazy one who sent a tweet on your official account stating you wanted to, and I quote, "Jump, hop, cream, scream, and latch onto my dick non-stop" pretty boy?

Ynnity: HELLO?

CB97: Haha, I'm just saying. Plus, you're funny so why not become friends. I'm quite a big fan of you!

You stared at his text, mostly the part when he called you a "Pretty boy" made you roll around the bed, giggling like a damn school girl. Even surprised that he was a big fan, making even more embarrassed since you always mentioned him in certain videos.

Ynnity: Sure!

Ynnity: hope you don't mind how awkward I'm going to be for a bit..I'm still embarrassed.

CB97: That's fine! I don't mind and there isn't anything to be embarrassed about baby, it's cute how you reacted

CB97: You really do love me, huh? Hahaha

You rolled your eyes as you typed your response.

Ynnity: yeah yeah whatever

CB97: Acting like that even though I literally watched your live stream and saw you admiring and commenting my every move

CB97: Anyways, I read a few of your tweets and one caught my eye

CB97: well, besides that thirst tweet, that's my fav-

CB97: That you are going to see our concert, yeah?

All you did was send a 'thumbs up' emoji, indicating that it was true that you saved up money to be in front row seats to see SKZ performance on the 3rd day.

CB97: Cool! Can't wait to see you in person! However, I need to get back to work, I'll talk to you...well you text me when you are up! Bye bye, pretty boy!

YNNITY: don't overwork yourself old man and yes bye bye to you as well!

You laughed when Chan sent a 'thumbs down' emoji as you turned off your phone, smiling again at the ceiling. You couldn't believe it, you can't wait to go to their concert in three days.

Two days have already passed as you already got dressed up for this concert.

Today is the 3rd and last day of their performance.

You are wearing a black waist coat where your belly and other skin is showing along with a leather black jacket, baggy black pants with a nice star belt around It, a spikey silver necklace and black shoes.

You brought a coat just in case it gets cold as you took pics and uploaded it onto Twitter (X), feeling cute.

You rolled your eyes at your friend's immediate response to your tweet as you walked out of your house, stepped into your car as you get ready to pick up the three dorks.

While driving to their destination, you couldn't help but think about what Chan texted you yesterday.

He is excited to see YOU.

You were biting your lip as you tried to not show a smile when you picked up Antione and apparently Ethan who were standing outside of Antione house, waiting.

They both ran inside, Antione taking the front row while Ethan sit in the back.

You then drove off again to pick up Savannah while the two teased you non-stop about getting noticed by your so called 'Future Husband' which they did stop after you threatened them that you will crash this car if they don't shut up.

You finally picked up Savannah who was excited to see StrayKids, mostly seeing all the pretty lady fans as she comments about wanting to see this one girl that she has been texting the last 5 months.

You laughed with your friends, easing your anxiety down. You all couldn't wait to go while singing, well trying to sing, the songs on the radio.

You all made it into the concert, immediately at the front seat, waiting for the concert to start. Antione had his banner ready, holding a sign that says "Changbin, date me!"

Ethan holds up a LeeBit Plushie, shaking it around while holding a picture of Lee Know next to it.

Savannah holds a sign that just says "The Lesbians (Me) loves you!"

You did think about bringing a sign but all you brought was yourself and friends along with a small Wolfchan keychain hanging around your belt area.

A bunch of fans have showed up—some recognized you as they asked to take pictures, which of course you said yes, taking a few while waving them goodbye. Even Savannah gets to meet the woman that she was talking about, laughing and flirting a bit.

As all of you continue on chattering while the whole stadium gets filled with a bunch of fans, the screens turn on showing a special StrayKids clip, showing all the members walking and posing.

Everyone screams along with you and your friends as well as you see them rising up from below the stage, into positions, ready to perform Megaverse.

You smiled, jumping a bit as the loud music started playing along with fans chanting.

You took out your phone as you started to record while singing some of the lines.

Throughout the whole concert, you and Chan were flirting around when he found you while performing Blind Spot.

He couldn't help but smile in your direction while giving you small hearts. He even goes up to you sometimes, singing a few lines—teasing you—as he walks off.

Even your friends teased you about it, again.

The concert was about to end, your whole body was practically tired from all the screaming and standing up for too long but it was worth it.

All the members lined up as they all said their thankful speech, waving all of them goodbye and couldn't wait to see their fans again next time.

You and your friends left as you forced Ethan to drive since you were so tired.

You were sitting in the front row while Antione and Savannah talked amongst themselves, sometimes Ethan joining in. While that was happening, you open Twitter to see a bunch of notifications again.

Some @ you, showing pictures with your fans along with pictures or videos of you having a moment with Chan.

You smiled as you liked all of them until you got a text from Chan, you clicked the message notification and read what he has sent you.

CB97: Hey, did you enjoy the concert?

CB97: Also you look very handsome with that outfit, very alluring.

You giggled quietly as you quickly replied to him.

Ynnity: of course I enjoyed the concert and thank you! I did say I was trying to attract people in my tweets~

CB97: You did.

CB97: You even got me as well, that one comment from your friend made me laugh that you wanted to be in my Dingie Doom Dum haha!

Ynnity: Well, what if I do? What you going to do about it hm?

Not sure where all that bravery came from but you did it. You waited for him to respond as you did see him trying to type something.

CB97: Well aren't you a brave one.

CB97: why don't you find out. I'll come to you unless you are just trying to flirt. I don't mind as long as you don't mind, love

CB97: I can make that thirst tweet into reality~

You froze as Ethan made it to his house. Seems like you were the only one left as you both stepped out, hugged each other and left.

You stepped back into your car, turning it on and drove off. You wanted to respond, but you didn't want to drive while text so you kinda drove home as fast as you can, feeling yourself getting too excited.

When you made it home, you quickly parked as you stepped out of the car and ran to the front door of your house, unlocking it.

You took out your phone again and responded to him.

Ynnity: Sorry, I was driving

You hesitated for a bit even though you were the one who started it until you finally typed out what you wanted to say.

Ynnity: I don't mind, but how are you supposed to get here? You rented a car?

You took off your shoes, placing them on a shoe rack as you take off your clothes while walking to your bedroom.

You dumped your clothes in a laundry bag, opening the closet to grab your pajamas then walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Your phone buzzed. You grab and see what he has said.

CB97: I did actually.

CB97: Send me your location, I will be there after I take a shower

You bit your lip as you sent your location, turning your phone off after that.

You step inside the shower, feeling the nice warmth of water hitting your skin as you fantasize about Chan kissing you and touching you.

You wanted this and the fact it's with your idol crush turns you on. You couldn't wait as you continued on taking a shower.

TO BE CONTINUED...

PART ONE -> PART TWO (COMING SOON)

I never wrote smut before 🐺 this sht gonna be crazy. I'm about to fight for my life.

[mikedfaist]

please write more about what fans say about mike and famous or non famous reader !! like sightings etc, if u know what i mean lol

Why have one when you can have both?

Non-famous:

When you’re casually at the Challengers premiere in London and accidentally bump into Mike’s (alleged) girlfriend as she’s trying to sneak into the theater… Sorry, babe. Cute dress though.

Eye spy Mike’s girlfriend at Brokeback matinee today, and later sneaking out the stage doors during the meet and greet, only to return with Starbucks. She has her priorities set. Good for her.

Met Mike’s girlfriend today in line for the bathroom… I wanted to hate her so bad, but she lent me a tampon.

I don’t mean to alarm anyone but I just saw Mike Faist and his girlfriend at the grocery store, and they were having a heated conversation about mangos. Apparently, she eats the skin and he thinks that’s weird.

Saw this cute ass couple on the subway platform only to realize as my train took off that it was Mike Faist and his rumored (definitely confirmed after what I saw) girlfriend.

Famous:

Anybody else notice Mike walk briefly into the frame during [reader’s] IG live today?

What’s better than [reader] and Mike Faist having lunch at my restaurant today? Her tipping me $1000. I haven’t stopped crying.

I need Mike to make an Instagram account solely for all of the pictures and videos he takes at [reader’s] shows. Can’t let them go to waste.

The look of fucking horror on Mike’s face when that fan stormed the stage at [reader’s] show tonight. Somebody please go check up on him.

Did anybody else catch Mike nearly lose his shit when [reader] got hit in the face with a water bottle tonight, or was it just me?

Wait wait wait what do you mean [reader] is dating a Newsie?

I can definitely do more if you are interested -- just feeling exceptionally tired tonight and was forcing myself to answer at least one thing.

[sofipitch]

I don't really care about non-lockedntomb fans here, so no "horror not locked tomb" option sorry

[chiikasevennn]

(this has topics of murder and yandere.....and stuff PLS DELETE IF URE NOT COMFY IM SORRY HUHUHU)

haia omg i have no idea if you're still open or no but i really like whenever writers dive into the more darker aspects of a character or how especially when a process of basically ascending to something what you would consider non human (monarch in this case) and how this affects a character like does this make them less humane or posssiblllyy twist their morals??

like as we can see with jinwoo his morals is err well yeah there but we can see times where he is willing to commit crimes if the time calls it (often the system forcing him to it) but like what happens when he finally swallows the system as a whole?? LIKE since now there is no third party to force him to do murder or what not will his way of thinking change too? like i imagine when he first murdered the guys in the cave very early on in the series you think that maybe he thought that it wasn't that bad..??

I can honestly see it more if it was another scenario and we add in the aspect of the reader or I'll call [name] whwhw.. I feel like Jinwoo is the type to actually lose his sense of humanity just for the sake of [name] or keeping them safe like the two probably was close but had to separate in their own ways but when they meet again [name] can barely recognzie Jinwoo and i dont mean physically or what not it's more like he lost his warmth and seems more... unsettling.. like do you know the feeling of watching those analogue horror or watching anything eerie and you get that feeling that somethings off in a scene that seems normal but you know something is OFF. yeah i feel like that's what [name] would feel ✊.

I just wanna hear your opinion on a more screwed up Jinwoo because as muchhh as i love the fluffy cutie jinwoo i also love delving into the topics of jinwoo just going batshit insane 🤯🙏

-🌟🎀

ABSOLUTELY!

Jinwoo x Reader

Your wish is my command, pookie bear.

Warning(s): YANDERE, nothing much, maybe too short? Not a fic or oneshot lol js my crazy thoughts

Also guys ples comment and say something ...

^⁠_⁠^

Jinwoo himself was already prepared to walk through fire just for his family, and that was just platonic love. Imagine how insane he'd be for a significant other that he loves way too deeply.

Hello???? Like I feel his dedication and love for darling would be higher than the heavens especially if they're already there for him during his lowest part in life.

My hunch is he's a chill yandere; he adores you and wouldn't pull any outrageously crazy stunts directly at you. Instead, he might convey lessons through various means, like allowing uncomfortable scenarios to set up, then emerging from the shadows he casted beneath your silhouette to rescue you.

Like a "savior" yandere. Your knight and sole protector.

He'd be more possessive ig if his crazy fans found out about you, particularly if they desire him to be romantically involved with Hae-In in the name of being a power couple. Jinwoo literally and genuinely didn't give a damn when they trash-talked him.

But hey, fans can be krezi

ALSO HELLO LIKE WHAT IF THOSE CRAZY ASSHOLES START HARASSING YOU ON WORK OR IN SOCIAL MEDIA (like leaving you death threats or rudely demanding you to break up w him bc apparently according to them, you don't deserve him)? Lol he'd be willing to do something about them, so good luck reasoning against him if you don't want bloodshed!!!

He'd convince you to not work anymore if that was in store for you.

"... Woo, you know I can't just quit work like that and have you become the breadwinner for the two of us. You're getting financially better and I'm proud, but I can't jus—"

"Shh," He'd tenderly cup your cheeks with his eyes overflowing with love and concern, every bit of his attention dedicated to you. "Is it so bad for me to want no dangers coming to you?"

"You're also being unintentionally put into unavoidable situations whenever you're in public. Love, you remember what happened last time, right?" He'd add. With a kiss on your forehead, he said, "I'll provide for you, you don't have to work. I can't stand how they're looking at you."

Jinwoo would mumble the final words gently before pulling back. He'd whisper them solely for your ears, aware that you wouldn't interpret that knowledge negatively anymore—it would now simply reflect his worry for your welfare and highlight his character as the tender and loving partner he was.⁠ ♡

[deancaspinefest]

Another Kind of Memory

Author: FriendofCarlotta | Artist: Aggiedoll

Posting on Wednesday March 20

Since a traumatic incident six years ago, Castiel Novak’s face has been disfigured by a scar. He’s resigned himself to being someone people can barely stand to look at, let alone love. Except his heart doesn’t seem to have gotten the message. When Dean Winchester takes over the convenience store down the street from Castiel’s bookshop, Castiel falls helplessly in love with his new neighbor. To make matters worse, Castiel’s sister Anna is also interested in Dean. Believing that Dean could never love him, Castiel decides to help Anna win his heart instead.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Hey,” Dean says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Just… wanted to say hi.”

“Oh. Hi,” Castiel says, one hand fluttering nervously down his face and across his hair in an attempt to ensure he’s looking presentable. The tips of his fingers catch on the ugly, jagged ridge of his scar, and he remembers that “presentable” stopped being an option six years ago. He clears his throat and arranges his face in the polite mask of a consummate customer service professional. “Anything I can help you find?”

“Um.” Dean looks uncertain now, as though it’s a question he wasn’t expecting — despite the fact that it’s easily the most predictable question one could be asked in a bookshop. “I don’t know. I was just gonna browse, I guess.”

This is the point in a customer interaction where Castiel would usually withdraw, because “I’m just browsing” is universal bookstore code for “leave me the fuck alone.” But Dean doesn’t give any sign of wanting to walk away. Instead, he simply hovers in front of Castiel’s armchair, eyes gliding aimlessly (and somewhat helplessly) across the shelves to his right.

“What sort of things do you like to read?” Castiel finds himself asking, because it’s impossible not to take pity on a grown man who is capable of looking so bashfully lost.

“Anything,” Dean says. One of his hands flies to the back of his neck, rubbing at it. There’s something terribly endearing about the gesture — perhaps the fact that it makes him look like a boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Belatedly, it occurs to Castiel that it’s his turn to speak. His prolonged silence appears to have made Dean nervous, because he’s speaking again, a little too quickly to be altogether natural. “I know that sounds stupid. Like those people who say they like all kinds of music — which I don’t, by the way, just to be clear. Big classic rock fan. Zeppelin, the Stones. Metallica too, which I guess is classic rock these days and fuck, that’s kind of depressing. But, yeah. Anyway. Pretty much anything. Love Vonnegut and Kerouac, but I’ve read just about all their stuff. I’ll read sci-fi, horror, mysteries… actually, I guess I should say I read all kinds of fiction. Non-fiction kinda puts me right to sleep. My brother, Sammy, he’s a big fan though. Crazy about true crime for some reason.” Dean blows out a heavy breath. He abruptly seems to realize he’s scratching at his neck and lowers his arm back down, fingers twitching as if unsure what to do with themselves now. “You probably didn’t need to know all that, huh?”

“No, this is helpful,” Castiel says, getting up. “I’ll show you the layout of the store so you can see which shelves you might be most interested in.”

Somehow, Dean’s shyness makes him feel more at ease. When he first laid eyes on Dean, he thought someone as handsome as Dean must be a smooth and confident conversationalist. But he doesn’t seem to be, and somehow, that makes it easier for Castiel to hold up his own end of the conversation.

Or maybe it’s just that Dean doesn’t know how to talk to someone like Castiel. He wouldn’t be the first one.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday March 20)

[oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo]

☹︎𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠☻︎

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑐,𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑝𝑙🫶

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝

𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚:𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞,𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞,𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞,𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙖

𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮:11 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮/𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢/𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨

𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙈𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠,𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙡𝙚,𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙩𝙘.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝

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[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Hi, sorry if it already has been done, but would Darkrai be a friend?

I have very low hope of it having a good grade, but there's hope!

This one may be a surprise, but it’s probably a pleasant one for fans of this pokémon, myself included. Darkrai would be… well… an okay pet. There’s a lot of factors that get in the way of a solid recommendation here, but we’re not looking at Giratina or anything. It’s complicated.

Considering the basics, Darkrai is on the larger size for pet compatibility. Despite their ghostly appearance, Darkrai is pretty heavy at over 100 pounds, and they stand almost 5 feet tall. Mobility in an enclosed space might not be too big of a problem for them, given their ability to levitate, but this size will disqualify them for many pet owners.

One factor that is very important to consider is that Darkrai, being a mythical pokémon, is exceptionally rare to encounter. While they have been spotted in regions around the world, the chances of tracking down Darkrai to adopt are pretty low for inexperienced pokémon trainers. The only solid lead I can offer you from the pokédex is that Darkrai is most active on new moon nights (Diamond).

Unfortunately (and this is the biggest factor holding Darkrai back), this pokémon might not be happy to be a house pet. Darkrai has been the subject of countless legends and horror stories due to their ability to inflict nightmares upon sleeping humans, but they are not a particularly malevolent creature (Pearl, Shining Pearl, Legends: Arceus). The pokédex stresses again and again that Darkrai “means no harm” (Platinum, Black/White, Black2/White2). Most of these negative encounters with this pokémon are a result of intrusions on their territory: in order to protect themself, Darkrai drives humans and other pokémon away with this power (Platinum, HeartGold/SoulSilver). This is a pokémon with a natural distrust of humans for whatever reason. I’m afraid this means that they would be unlikely to want to live with you until you’ve built up a strong bond, something that would be really hard to do considering their formidable deterrent abilities.

As has been previously alluded, Darkrai has the ability to inflict people with terrifying dreams. Additionally, they can put anybody into a deep sleep using their signature move, Dark Void, as well as Hypnosis. Darkrai may not be exceptionally violent, but they are a massive threat to anyone asleep. Their ability, Bad Dreams, and moves like Dream Eater allow them to cause significant harm to sleeping foes. A grouchy Darkrai could be a serious problem for any owner.

Overall, given their non-violent nature and solid ease-of-care, Darkrai would make a decent pet for anyone looking for a large pet, if not for some significant issues. The pokémon’s rarity and antisocial behavior would make them a difficult friend to adopt for a vast majority of prospective owners. But you know what, go for it. What’s the worst that could happen? Terrible nightmares, that’s what. But at least they won’t vaporize you or anything!

[mxltifxnd0m]

ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

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Summary: It’s Halloween, and you do Anakin’s makeup 

AU: Modern AU, College AU

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Reader

Words: 1.5K

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Warnings: No use of y/n, mentions of smut, somewhat spicy, suggestive content, fluff, and foul language.

A/N: This was intended as a blurb, then it got out of hand and turned into a one-shot, but I had no clue how to end it.  Also, my first fic for Anakin! 

And as always, thank you to my lovely wife, @songofpatrochilless, for beta reading this 🫶

𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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"Would you stop squirming? You're going to make me smudge something." You grumble as you shift in Anakin's lap, trying to fill in some of the spots on his neck with black face paint. His hands are planted firmly on your thighs as he sits back on the bed, shifting around each time the brush touches his neck. 

"Sorry, I have a beautiful girl in my lap, and she's touching my neck,” Anakin says with a charming smirk as he looks up at you, his cobalt blue eyes even brighter with the black paint surrounding his eyelids. 

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Skywalker," You say, rolling your eyes, a hint of a smile on your face. "Now shut up and stop squirming. I'm almost done, and then we can slick back your hair." He mimics your words silently, and you hold the paintbrush in your non-dominant hand to pinch Anakin's nipple in retaliation. He yelps slightly in pain and glares at you. 

"That wasn't very nice." He pouts at you, the teeth you painted on him morphing around his mouth. 

"You liked it, shut up." You hush Anakin and return to painting the finer details on his neck. As you work on his neck, you can feel his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs. You take the leftover black paint on the back of your hand and use it to fill in any part of his face that was painted partially black to make it more opaque. 

You guys decided to go as Violet and Tate from American Horror Story for Halloween this year. You really wanted to see what Anakin would look like with Tate's skull makeup. 

Anakin's eyes were closed, letting you finish painting his face. Once done, you sprayed some setting spray on his face and fanned it dry. You leaned forward to kiss his forehead and moved to get off his lap. He squeezed your thighs tighter before letting go. 

"Can I look?" He gestures to the mirror on the back of his door. 

"No! I have to do your hair, and you can get the grand reveal." You say with a teasing grin as you get off the bed to grab the bag you brought to Anakin's dorm room. He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face as he sits up on his bed and stretches, the black shirt he was wearing rising, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and the trail of hair you love to see as you remove his shirt in the throes of passion you and Anakin have. 

You grabbed a towel, black hair wax, gel, and fine-tooth comb from your bag and crawled onto the bed, this time behind Anakin. You place the comb on the bed beside you, wrap the towel around his shoulders, open the jar of black hair wax you bought recently, and put some on your fingertips. You only put the black in the roots to mimic Tate's hair in the show. You massaged it into his scalp and saw Anakin relax at your movemments. After finishing the black hair wax, you wipe your hands on the towel to remove the pigment. 

Then, you open the cap to the hair gel and scoop a generous amount into your hand. You warm it up between your hands and rake it through Anakin's dirty blonde hair, which still had bright blonde streaks from the summer you spent together on the beach. His hair was the perfect length for the costume he was wearing. After spreading the gel through his hair, you took the comb and started to slick back his hair. It took a little while for him to begin to resemble Tate. Once you were done, you got up from the bed and stood in front of Anakin. 

You left a little piece of hair in the front and twirled it around your finger to make it curly with some of the gel that was left on your hands. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over Anakin. He looked so similar to the reference photos of Tate in his skull makeup. The only difference was that his eyes stood out compared to Tate's brown ones. You smiled at your handy work and clapped your hands together excitedly. 

"Ani! You look so good!" You exclaimed. 

He smiled at your excitement, "Thank you, angel, but it was all your hard work." He began to lean forward to kiss your forehead, but you swerved and stepped back.

"Nope, no kisses yet, Anakin," You tease him. "I need to get ready, and we need to take pictures together." 

"Then I can kiss you?" He says exasperatedly. 

"Yes, then you can kiss me." You laugh at his expression, his pout making him look less intimidating in the skull makeup. 

You're glad that Violet's look was more straightforward. Trying to match an outfit she wore in the series took some time, but you managed to thrift most of her outfit. You bought a burnt orange cardigan, a short floral sundress, and a black wide-brim hat. You already had some tights and debated between your black Doc Martens and black thigh boots. You ended up choosing the thigh-high boots because you knew Anakin loved them. 

Anakin was lying against the wall on his bed, his feet hanging off it and scrolling on his phone. As you took off (his) your shirt, your chest was bare since you didn't like wearing bras when wearing baggy shirts. You bent over to grab the bra you left when you spent the night with Anakin when his roommate was out. You heard the camera shutter sound come from his phone, and your head snapped over to Anakin. A cheeky smile was plastered on his face as he put down his phone and put his hands behind his head. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account." He said smugly. 

You give him an unamused look and turn around so your bare back is facing him, and he lets out a noise of protest, and a smile breaks out on your face at the noise. You quickly got dressed and put on jewelry and simple makeup. The finishing touch was the hat. You smiled to yourself and turned around to face Anakin. He smiled, got up from the bed, and stood before you.  

"You look beautiful, angel." He says softly as his eyes roam your figure. 

"And you look so attractive right now, Ani." You say. 

He smirks, "You have a thing for a school shooter that is tied to the house he died in as a ghost?" 

You tilt your head, contemplating, "When you put it like that. No, I don't, but Evan Peters is hot, so it balances it out." You shrug. He opens his mouth to reply, but you grab his wrist and pull him to the mirror on his door before he can. 

"Okay, now you can look at what you look like." He studies himself before turning around and kissing your forehead quickly before you can protest.

"I look great. Thank you for doing it for me." He says gratefully. You grin at his words. 

"No problem, pretty boy. Now, time for pictures!" You quickly grab your phone and take pictures of Anakin and vice versa. You guys take individual pictures before taking some together. Once you guys are done, you begin to look through them, picking your favorites. 

Before you can delete the images you didn't like, Anakin grabs your phone and tosses it on his bed. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise but wrap your hands around his neck to steady yourself. 

"I believe I was promised a kiss after we took photos." He said with an expectant look on his face. You roll your eyes at him but oblige and give him a peck on his lips. But as you begin to pull away, one of his hands leaves your waist and cups your face to deepen the kiss. You make a noise of protest, but as he swipes his tongue at the seam of your lips, you melt into the kiss.  

Before the kiss becomes any more heated, you pull away from Anakin. 

"Anakin!" You admonish as you check his makeup. It stayed in place, luckily. He leans in again to kiss you, but you put a hand on his chest. 

"Anakin, no. You're gonna ruin your makeup, and we have to get going soon." 

He rolls his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me at least a makeout session after the party." He relents. You chuckle at his demand and turn your head to kiss his palm that is still on your cheek. 

"After the party, we can do more than just a makeout, okay?" You say suggestively.

He smirks, "You just want to fuck me in the skull makeup, don't you." 

You smile at him, "Maybe." You unwind your arms from his neck and clap your hands together. 

"Let's get going before Padme has our heads for being late." You said with a grimace. The thought of an angry Padme didn't settle well in your mind. 

[eetherealgoddess]

Hello, I really love your stories/writings. I've been a fan since you began, and I don't really have many ideas, but if possible could I request a 'scream' au (the movies). Like the tr boys are just ultra yander for reader and kill every person around them, finally kidnapping them or smtg like that. Maybe if it's possible a male reader? Sorry, if you don't really understand it, English isn't my language

I don’t remember much about scream since I haven’t seen it since I was a kid so hopefully you enjoy this anyway! Thank you for the support! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄMurder Houseꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Serial Killers Au

❦You wake up to a horror house❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture him as a black male but you can see him however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Murder House

You wake up to the sound of a loud thud followed by a blood curdling scream.

“What the hell?” You whisper to yourself as you sit up in the bed, paused as your heart begins to race, anxious thoughts flying through your mind as you recognize the voice to be one out of the four roommates who occupy the house. You jump once you hear another loud noise, followed by the slam of a door and another scream belonging to another one of your roommates. You hop out of bed, completely terrified as the hairs on your body stand, your hands trembling as you ease to the bedroom door.

Your eyebrows furrow as you hear laughing along with a voice’s muffled talking. You slowly turn the knob, easing the door open as you pray it doesn’t creak. Fortunately, luck is on your side at the moment because you successfully step out of the room without anyone’s knowledge. Your hands meet the wall as you walk down the hall, the weeping sound of a couple of your roommates causes a lump in your throat as you realize this must be a dire situation.

You make it to the staircase, slowly walking down the stairs, step by step as you listen to the conversation below.

“You like that, yeah?” You wince once you hear something making contact with what you assume to be flesh, along with another yell of pain.

“PLEASE! S-STOP!” Your roommate Juno cries, causing you to cover your mouth as you ease down another step, slowly breathing as you try to calm yourself down, failing as the feeling of danger overtakes you.

Finally making it to the point of the wall where you can peek your head, you crouch down and eye the display through the railing of the staircase. Your eyes widen as you block a gasp, tears freely falling as your body trembles violently.

Three of your roommates lay dead, one of them with their body leaned against the wall of the living room, head detached and thrown to the side as blood leaks from the wound, oozing down his neck as the blood connects to the wall and puddles under the body staining the floor. The other deceased roommate’s eyes are wide open, an ax stuck in the middle of his head as blood leaks down his forehead. His body leaning over as he’s positioned to lean against the wall.

The last dead roommate has his lower face shot off, the bullet causing a horrific wound as half of his jaw is nowhere to be seen. His eyes are rolled into his head. Your last roommate who’s still alive is being beaten with a bloody bat.

Goddamnit! How long has this been going on? How am I not dead?

You look around frantically at the men who stood above the bodies. The one using a bat to repeatedly beat your roommate to death has a twisted smirk plastered on his face, his bun shaking along with the blonde strands moving against his face. Blood is splattered on his clothes and face. His golden eyes crazed while he brings his arms back and slams them down, poor Juno becoming quieter as time passes.

A black haired short man sat on the couch as he watches the display, blood on his clothes as well as a drop on his face. He eats the packaged delicacy with his legs criss crossed. A pink haired man is sitting beside him with a leg crossed over the other as he’s leaned back against the couch, cleaning the gun he’s holding. Your roommate’s blood plastered on him as well.

Two men, who look similar besides their hair, stood to the side with amusement on their faces, the taller one smoking a cigarette as the younger one stood with his arms crossed. Both have blood on their faces and neck.

“Finally.” The man with the bat breathes out once he sees the guy under him is completely limp, blood pooling under him from the inflicted wounds.

“Can we get Y/n, now? I’m bored.” The man with the treat takes his last bite before tossing the empty packaging on the ground. Your breath hitched once you heard your name.

They know about me? Now they’re gonna kill me! I have to get out of here!

You couldn’t move though, your body too tense with fear as you begin to feel a throbbing in your head and ringing in your ear.

I have to breathe.

You quietly breathe in and out, holding a hand to your chest as you try to get yourself together.

“He should be waking soon if he isn’t already. It’s been hours since he had the pill.” The pink haired one states.

Pill? What the hell are they talking about? How did they get the chance to drug me?

“Then let’s go get him. I’m ready to go home.” The younger brother sighs, bored of the situation now that they’ve completed the hardest part.

Scared out of your mind, you grab your phone to call the police as you try to quietly make your way back up the stairs.

My dumbass should’ve done this when I was in my room. Damnit, Y/n!

Somehow, the AI from your phone was activated, a loud, ‘ding’ echoes in the room. Your eyes widen as you curse, immediately turning your phone off as you shove it back in your pocket.

Goddamnit Siri!

All of their heads turn to the staircase, a smirk falling on their expressions as they realize you had been hiding.

“Oh? I think someone’s awake.” The taller brother states.

You immediately run up the stairs and make it to your room, slamming and locking the door behind you as you run to your window.

Your heart pounds as you open the glass and eyed the distance from where you stood. You jolt and let out a yelp when a crash sounds from your door. You turn to eye the door. With a glowing sharp fanged smile, the pink haired man slams his foot against the door repeatedly. The hinges coming loose with each kick.

“Be a good boy, Y/n and come out! We don’t have to do this the hard way!” He yells.

When you turn back around you eye the window once more, before you throw yourself out of the two story building, landing with a harsh thud and rolling down the hill at the side of the house that’s built in the middle of nowhere.

Get up! Get up! Get up! Get the fuck up Y/n!

You slowly pick yourself up as you wince in pain. When you finally make it to your feet, you hiss as your hand meets with your leg, a terrible pain shooting through as you weakly begin to limp to the only area you could, the woods next to your house.

Please! If there’s a god please let me live!

Luckily the hill gives you a head start. You dare turn your head back to the window as you limp away, gasping when you see the figure standing at your window. You can feel the piercing gaze as you disappear deeper into the woods.

“Should we chase or should I shoot?”

You continue dragging yourself until you hear a shot, ignoring it as you move, sweat falling down your body and face as you breathe heavily. You scream as you finally feel a throbbing pain in your leg, causing you to drop to the ground. You turn over and look down at your leg.

“F-Fuck!” You hold onto the bloody limb, tears fall as you drop your head on the ground. Too drowsy from the pain and your pounding heart, the sound began to blur around you along with your vision.

You wake up, hanging on someone’s back as you’re carried. Hands hold your legs as your arms are wrapped around someone’s neck. Too weak to say anything or move, you lay there with your squinted eyes. You weakly eye the pairs of legs walking beside the person holding you.

“Should’ve let me carry him, Ran.”

“Don’t be bitter, brother.” He chuckled.

“Is the bed ready for him, Sanzu?”

“Yes, Mikey. Did you set up the chains, Kazu?”

“Definitely. He’s not going anywhere for a long time.” He smiles.

“Glad to finally have him in our arms.”

“Fuck yeah. Wish we would’ve grabbed him sooner.”

“Yeah it was annoying how he was always surrounded by people.”

“Good thing we took care of all of them.”

“I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of him. I just know he’s a screamer.”

“I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

Too exhausted with a throbbing pain in your leg, you drift off into a deep slumber, unknown to the journey that awaits you when you’re brought back to reality.

[keikotwins]

Mokumokuren

Birds of different feathers flock together

Noticed online by head-hunting publishers, Mokumokuren hasn’t waited very long before polarising the attention of Japanese readers. With strange The Summer Hikaru Died, horrific bromance dealing with body dispossession, the mangaka signs a series of sophisticated oddity, that sets itself apart from the predictability of current fantasy productions.

Interview by Fausto Fasulo. Original translation: Aurélien Estager. English translation: “Keikotwins”. Bibliography: Marius Chapuis. Thanks: Camille Hospital & Clarisse Langlet (Pika), Yuta Nabatame, Mayuko Yamamoto & Mana Kukimoto (Kadokawa), Chiho Muramatsu (Tohan)

(T/N: Interview given to ATOM in winter 2023; 2 volumes were out in French.)

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In an interview given to the CREA website in November 2022, you confided inventing stories since very young. Did your first fictions resemble the ones you draw nowadays?

It’s true that there are quite a lot of common points between the stories I imagined when I was a child and the ones I tell nowadays in my mangas. Especially a specific motif, that has been haunting me since the time when I wasn’t really aware of the world surrounding me: the presence amongst us of “non-human” beings, that nonetheless have a perfectly normal, ordinary appearance…

And how was this “obsession” born?

Precisely identifying the origins is complicated, my memories are too blurry, I think… What I can tell you is that I’ve always been fascinated by “creatures”. For example, I remember being very impressed by Peter Jackson’s bestiary in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. By the way, still in a fantasy register, I am also a big fan of Harry Potter adaptations… (She thinks.) And I’ve always liked yōkai stories, you know. I think that what I like in all these mythologies is the idea of species classification: each has its own characteristics – physical, biological – its own way to apprehend its environment.

In Japan, yōkai are integral part of regional folklore. Did the place you grew up in have some specific beliefs?

I was born and grew up in Tokyo, and, as you must know, yōkai are mostly associated with rural areas. I was thus never really bathed in this type of regional fantasy folklore. There are all kinds of yōkai and we can perhaps see in some more contemporary urban legends the echo of certain past beliefs? (She thinks.) I am a bit frustrated, because I believe that I could remember a legend that would have impacted me, but nothing comes to mind immediately, sorry!

You have already said so in an interview and it’s quite obvious when reading your work: you are a big amateur of horrific fiction. What has been your first contact with the genre, all medium included?

It was television that introduced me to horror: special shows, television films, series, I was watching these programs with a mix of fear and enthusiasm, a confused sensation that particularly delighted me! (She thinks.) And amongst all the aired shows, I will remember two titles: Hontō ni atta kowai hanashi and Kaidan shin mimibukuro*.

* Inspired by the homonymous manga magazine published by Asahi Shimbun, Hontō ni atta kowai hanashi (lit. “Scary stories that really happened”) is a series produced by Fuji Television that has been airing more or less weekly since 2004. Derived from literary material (a series of compilations of hundreds of short stories by Hirokatsu Kihara and Ichirō Nakayama, published from 1990 to 2005) Kaidan shin mimibukuro is a series made of several short movies depicting ghost stories based on real testimony.

Did you read horror mangas when you were young?

Let’s say that I was more interested in live-action productions. Nowadays, I obviously appreciate some horror manga authors, without pretending to be any expert in the subject. For example, I like Junji Itō’s work, but I am far from knowing it for a long time… (She thinks.) I could also talk about Shigeru Mizuki, who I also appreciate a lot.

The mechanics of fear aren’t the same in occidental and oriental fictions. You like American horrific productions – like Ari Aster movies – as much as ones from Japanese origin – you notably quote Ichi Sawamura novels and Kōji Shiraishi feature films. Can we say that you are tying these two perspectives with The Summer Hikaru Died?

My relationship with horror is more imbued with oriental sensitivity. But what I find remarkable in occidental horrific productions is work on image. In The Shining like in Ari Aster movies, for example, there is real research made on frame composition and choice of colours. I also try to follow this aesthetic reflection in my work as a mangaka.

In Ari Aster’s work, beyond the very precise staging, there is this permanent desire of ambiguity. Do you try to dig this same equivocal trench?

Absolutely. I try to tell complex feelings as well in The Summer Hikaru Died, like fear dyed with nostalgia or attachment, repulsion mixed with fascination, with attraction…

How do you “sort out” the shots that inspire you in cinema?

I don’t draw while freeze-framing during specific scenes. I would always rather watch a movie as a “focussed” spectator. However, I pay a lot of attention to the way the director composes their frame. I sometimes take some notes, but I most often simply keep it in a corner of my mind.

Could you tell us when and how the story and characters of The Summer Hikaru Died appeared to you? Have they matured a long time within you?

I’ve started thinking about this story when I was preparing university entrance exams. I was aspiring to join an art uni, and I was drawing every day. I can’t really say I made my characters “mature”: back then, I wasn’t thinking that the drawings I was making would one day end up being published, way less being serialised! I innocently created characters close to me, without guessing that one day they’d become manga protagonists.

One of your foundational reads was Sui Ishida’s Tokyo Ghoul manga. Can you tell us how you discovered it and what effect it had on you?

I don’t really remember how I discovered this series, but what I know is that I became crazy about it at first read. What I liked – and what I still like – is this idea of telling a story that confronts humans to these “different” beings while following the point of view of a character that represents alterity. Beyond this strictly dramatic aspect, Sui Ishida’s storyboarding and character design have had a strong impact on my work. However, I want to add that Tokyo Ghoul isn’t the only title I took inspiration from, I obviously have other references…

Do you do a lot of researches to define the design of your characters? You seem to draw them easily, in a very natural gesture…

I haven’t spent a long time defining my protagonists. First, there are few in the manga, then, they evolve in a rather realistic universe. My goal was rather simple: they had to look believable in the reader’s eyes. I wanted people to be able to imagine crossing them in the street, you see?

It’s after seeing illustrations posted on social media that depicted the future characters of The Summer Hikaru Died that the publishing department of the Young Ace Up magazine noticed you. How have you reacted when approached?

I was very surprised, because I absolutely wasn’t trying to become a mangaka. I would have never projected in such a future, you see. And, very honestly, if they hadn’t suggested working on this series, I don’t think I would ever had pushed the doors of a publishing house… I am then very thankful towards the persons who have allowed me to enter.

And what would you have done if you hadn’t been solicited?

Back when I’ve been contacted, I was considering – still vaguely – working in the video games field. But I wasn’t really proactive, I wasn’t contacting anyone, wasn’t sending resumes…

Did you want to do chara-design?

Why not, yes. What I like in video games is the range of possibilities they offer. You can then create an entire universe and this is rather exhilarating.

So you’re a gamer…

I have dropped my controller since I’ve started drawing manga. But yes, when I had more time, I played rather regularly, especially Nintendo productions…

Even if you play rather little nowadays, do video games influence your work?

I can’t say whether it really is an influence, but the Undertale game has left a big mark on me. I felt its creator’s strong will to surprise players, to make them feel unprecedented sensations…

Horror manga only relies on art and storyboard to provoke fear, whereas cinema and video games can also rely on sound. Is it from this observation that you have decided to particularly work on your sound effects?

Absolutely. I have thought a lot about the way to introduce and stage sound in The Summer Hikaru Died. The sound effects that you can find in the manga are indeed the result of this approach.

In an interview given to the Realsound website, you mention the use of the シャワシャワ (“shawa shawa”) sound effect. Knowing that occidental readers are way less sensitive to these graphicoustic details, can you explain its meaning?

“Shawa shawa” expresses the song cicadas make in western Japan. It’s a very special noise because in the different regions live different species that make specific sounds. So when I choose this specific sound effect, I convey a geographic and temporal piece of information to the reader, who can then guess the location and season the action takes place in. (She thinks.) When using this sound – that we especially find in the beginning of the manga – my goal was to play with silence, particularly when the song stops. I thus had the idea of representing this sound effect with an easily readable font, so the reader would make no effort to decipher it, as if the sound was asserting itself naturally, you see? I hoped to suggest a saturation they couldn’t avoid and that, when it’d stop, would immerse them in absolute silence.

The Summer Hikaru Died transcribes very well this particular atmosphere of Japanese summers…

Yes, I really wanted to signify this languor in my manga. And the cicadas’ song we discussed earlier contributes to creating this atmosphere: it’s an overwhelming sound, sometimes irritating, you cannot escape from in summer – Japanese readers obviously know what I’m talking about. (She thinks.) I also gave special attention to shadows: summer light being very bright, shadows are very sharp, very deep.

Do digital tools allow you to get this result more efficiently than traditional?

I work on Clip Studio Paint, and it’s true that it sometimes allow me to save time. Consider the work on shadows: I never apply solid black because I like saturating space with hatches and, with digital tools, I can obtain the desired result faster because I can duplicate each of my lines.

Your use of hatches is sometimes reminiscent of Shūzō Oshimi’s…

I don’t know his mangas very well, but it’s funny that you mention him because I recently read his latest series, Okaeri Alice. In any case, I really like his style and I perfectly understand how you can bring his universe and mine together.

The Summer Hikaru Died relies on the concept of body dispossession, that obviously takes back to the Body Snatcher novel by Jack Finney and its movie adaptations. Did you think about it?

I don’t know this book very well, but I know its theme has been approached often, especially in movies. As I was saying at the beginning of this interview, my idea was to adopt the point of view of a non-human and tell his indecision, his moral questions…

We also find this idea in Hitoshi Iwaaki’s Parasite…

I haven’t read the manga fully, but I’ve watched the anime adaptation that was released a few years ago (R/N: in 2014). I remember rather liking it, even if I think I offer something different with The Summer Hikaru Died. What interests me is sounding the inwardness of my non-human character out and expose all his dilemmas. What is his place amongst men? Is he legitimate in our world? Here is the type of questions that pushed me.

One of the impacting scenes of volume 1 of The Summer Hikaru Died is the one when Yoshiki penetrated Hikaru’s body by shoving his arm into his torso. It’s a sequence that is both very sensuaI – to not say sexuaI – and also very horrific. How did you get this idea?

I wanted to put the readers in an uncomfortable position. A stressful situation that could take several forms because, according to your sensitivity, you can feel very different emotions in front of this scene: sexuaI arousaI, fear or disgust. For me, it was supposed to put the reader in some kind of catatonia, you see?

Do you chat a lot with your tantō, especially around these slightly “complicated” scenes?

I have free rein, you know, I can draw everything I want. My editorial supervisor has never asked me to temper some sexuaIIy connotated parts. My discussions with him don’t revolve around this kind of things, but rather around the structure of the scenario itself: where to place this scene in the narration? Is it better to put this sequence before this other one? Nowadays, I am more at ease with all the scripting layout but, at the beginning, I needed support.

What allows you to get, from a dramatic point of view, the mix between bromance and horror?

I wanted to show the differences in sensitivities and values between a human being and an “other than human”, and tell the misunderstandings this can cause when both meet. When Yoshiki “scratches” under the appearance of the one who is supposed to be his best friend, it creates a first point of conflict in the story. I then hoped to make his relationship with Hikaru – or rather with the “entity” that pretends to embody him – a kind of undefinable bond, that wouldn’t be friendship, nor love.

Do you know today where this strange relationship between your two heroes will lead you?

I know more or less how all of this will evolve, yes. I have decided on my story’s general plot since the beginning. I can only tell you that The Summer Hikaru Died won’t be a long series.

How do you explain the almost instant public plebiscite of your series in Japan? You perhaps cannot have perspective on it but, in a saturated publishing landscape, you have managed to stand out…

Hm… Indeed, I don’t really have precise explanations to give you about this success. Maybe the covers’ design has been in favour of the manga? I asked the person in charge of graphics to make sure that the visuals would be noticeable in bookstores. That’s why the books have this monochrome aspect, with the title discreetly placed. I didn’t want obvious advertisement banners, but something simple, like this blue background for the first volume, on which the character stands out. I also wished to create contrast between the jacket’s and the inner cover’s drawings. I thus had requirements that didn’t quite go alongside what we can nowadays see on the shelves of Japanese bookstores.

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i definitely want a vtuber au as a means to explore genderfuckery but i think objectively the funniest option is corpo vtuber agency sisheng peak

chu wanning is a rescue, he used to be employed under rufeng productions but suddenly graduated. after his graduation it slowly came to light that rufeng is extremely exploitative and neglectful with it's livers.

he's the first liver in sisheng peak -- honestly, sisheng peak wasn't even supposed to be an agency at the start, xue zhengyong just noticed his specialest princess was feeling down now that he couldn't stream anymore and decided to lend a hand

tanlang elder/xie fengya becomes cwn's manager, they have a very endearing bickering relationship.

xfy nags him in chat to end stream and sleep/eat/etc.

xzy is affectionately called tianshi-laoban by fans, as he is also anonymous for the most part and is extremely beloved.

in rufeng cwn had the persona of a scholarly, tortured (musical) idol with extremely deep lore, he was adored for his guqin streams as well as asmr.

im sorry to say this but the funniest option for cwn's new vtuber persona is xia sini. extremely deep-voiced child saying "mods, ban him". he is obviously immediately nicknamed the boss baby.

the guqin streams return, the asmr streams do not. it is heavily theorized he was being forced to do the asmr.

cwn, partly due to his previous renown and the drama tied to rufeng, is a massive success

there's more than enough to profit coming in to fund any projects cwn wants to carry out (mostly some extremely ambitious charity streams) and xzy can't think of anything better to do with all this anime boyfriend cash than support more up-and-coming creatives and make more anime boyfriends.

thus enters their conservative second wave! the promos are angel-and-devil themed, which briefly makes people very excited that maybe tianshi-laoban is debuting but alas, that is not the case

shi mei and taxian-jun drop and some people are sad there's no ceo

most of them are just excited about the femboy and the daddy dom

shi mei (irl: hua binan) is the most sickeningly sweet powerfully pink femboy you have ever seen in your life. he opens every stream with a charmingly cringe "hi honeys! <3"

he does a cutesy voice and plays up a sweet adorable character during his debut but his first non-debut stream is "getting over it" and that image is shattered very quickly and he gets a reputation for being surprisingly foul-mouthed. probably for the better, he was liable to kill someone with an icepick if he had to keep doing that voice.

he plays a lot of horror games with a heart rate monitor and gets clipped for the fact that his heartrate never spikes.

taxian-jun (irl: mo ran) is the sort of obnoxious sultry daddy dom you expect him to be. he's the only one who really bothers with a lore video. a demon emperor who died lonely, nobody willing to love him due to his out of control temperament, only to be reborn and shown his first scraps of kindness by tianshi-laoban and xia sini.

he does so much asmr. a nauseating amount of boyfriend experience asmr

his model has tiddy jiggle, a massive amount of cleavage, a shirtless toggle, and has toggles to hold a cat-o-nine, handcuffs, and a blurred out sounding rod. he calls his fans his "kittens"

the only reason he doesn't get into controversy every other week is because he's indebted to xzy, and also doesn't want to disappoint shi mei or his shixiong.

collabs with all three members are kind of a nightmare.

it quickly becomes clear that both shi mei and taxian-jun are a little bit obsessed with xia sini and are competing for their shixiong's attention

shi mei usually wins these competitions

this makes for a lot of very funny fanart of #foreveralone txj.

where is xue meng, you ask?

well, what is any vtuber without their extremely beloved manager? he sometimes joins in on streams with a little pngtuber

the pngtuber is an extremely glamorous ikemen prince holding a clipboard.

his voice cracks constantly.

there is a disproportionate amount of porn fanart of him compared to sm and txj