Yookan Westfield - Grey And Orange (Shinjuku), 2019

You're my favourite slasher writer, the characterizations are just *chef kiss* and if I could steal your writing ability, I would. If you wouldn't mind could you do Billy Lenz and kiss prompt 28? (One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss). Good luck on your exams!

Prompt 28: One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

With Billy Lenz:

"Can't sleep?" you asked, voice a tired murmur.

Sharing a bed with Billy wasn't always peaceful, especially on his fidgety nights or the nights he couldn't sleep. You had managed to drift off to sleep but were soon awoke by the soft touches of your strange boyfriend. He hadn't intended on waking you, only trying to lull himself to sleep by caressing your soft skin, hoping it would soothe him.

Billy just shook his head, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. You smiled fondly, rolling over to face him. As soon as you cupped his cheek in your hand, he lent into your touch, humming as your thumb stroked over his cheek.

He lifted his own hand, caressing your cheek in return. "So pretty" Billy murmured, sleepy despite his struggles to actually drift off.

You remained still as you let him caress your face, fingertips tracing your features before finding their way to their lips. His fingertips traced the shape of your mouth before stroking over the softness of your lips, possibly one of his favourite features of yours.

He smiled when you pressed the gentlest of kisses to the tips of his fingers. He applied a small amount of pressure to your lips before removing his hand, tilting his chin up to touch his lips to yours.

"Goodnight Billy" you cooed, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in your chest. He murmured a muffled 'night' as he laced his arms around your body, holding you close as he let sleep take him.

girls will come online once every 6 hours, reblog 129043894059 posts then leave

The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

The slashers accidently killing their s/o

Micheal Myers

Micheal snapped and his s/o was there at the wrong place at the worst time, Micheal doesn’t feel anything at first and would just stare down at his s/o’s body before leaving them there to be found, after the body had been found and a few days pass that when things really start to set in for him, he suddenly feels more empty then he was before and that somethings missing, well his s/o is obviously missing but he doesn’t see it that way, he sees it as his routine is being missing, his dinner is missing, his couch buddy is missing, more then just his s/o is missing and that’s when he snaps again realizing that he is the reason he lost all that and his s/o, after realizing that Micheal shifts into maximum overdrive when it comes to his aggression and his little murder side hustle, he truly become a shape of a human that everyone said he was when he takes out his s/o

Jason Voorhees

With Jason it was an accident, he didn’t outright go and kill his s/o but it was the traps that he set to keep the camp and his s/o safe that killed them, they most likely would have gotten stuck in one and weren’t lucky enough to get out themselves or Jason was just a tad bit too late to come and save them when he finds them he’s in shock, and he’s very much angry at himself, he blames himself more and more as each second goes by and he would form the illusion that his s/o Is still there like he did with Pamela, he would try to cope by making himself believe that they didn’t die and that they were still there and this would heal him a bit, but a tiny voice that sounds like his s/o’s at the back of his mind would tell him that it was his fault and that he is why they are gone would undo all his healing and reopen that wound over and over again and never let him properly cope or move on

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would have accidentally got his s/p while he got his victim, a very sad two for one, a victim would have pulled his s/o against them and tried to use them as a bargaining chip and he would have sawed through his victim from the back and not realized that his s/o was much closer than he first thought. Seeing that and having to watch his s/o die in A very very painful way will absolutely destroy him. Watching his s/o die right in front of him sends him over and everything around him just goes fuzzy and all the sounds to him are just muffled yelling and noise, he would feel numb and just hold them as they die and their last words would go into his head and bounce around in there, and he’s going to stay in that state for a very long time even after they die, where he’s just on autopilot, he’ll eat less and less and he’ll stop feeling everything but grief, loneliness, and guilt every day after that

Brahms heelshire

Brahms killed his s/o during one of his Fits, this gone got really out of hand and he didn’t realize what he was doing, until rhe damage was already done and nothing could be done to undo or stop it, after realizing what happens brahms will lose a few brain cells and he will beg his s/o to stop bleeding, like they can just magically stop, he’ll start start apologize and cry and try to stop the bleeding himself but since he dosent really know what he’s doing he’ll end up casing more pain then there was before and then he’ll start to cry harder, once they are dead he will lay there next to their body for awhile hoping that they’ll just wake up and things will be normal, but once he realizes that they aren’t he’ll move the body outside and try to give his s/o a proper funeral, but he wouldn’t be able to deal with being the one to burry his s/o, so he’d be forced to stop in the middle of things because of how emotional he will get, brahms will finish eventually but he can’t cope with them dying and end up making a doll of his s/o and he’ll take over as nanny and just pretend that he’s taking care of his s/o until they are better and they can take care of him again

Bo Sinclair

Bo much like some of the slashers before him would end up killing his s/o on a fit of rage, an argument that had to much yelling, beer and him not listening, he would get physical with his s/o after many many beers and extra hard and long day filled with extra difficult victims, and something small that his s/o would say would send him over the edge, and lead him to not being able to control himself, he would end up taking it all out on his s/o, and leaving them there on the floor to die, but not realizing that he killed them he expected them to be fine and thought they would be able to get up so he’d leave them there and go to bed for the night and wake up feeling a bit guilty, so when he’d go down to apologize to them he’d find lester and Vincent In the kitchen, lester with a somber look and Vincent with a loon of fear, and by the facial expressions alone he’d know what happend and what fate he’d given his s/o and that’s when he’d leave and when he’s alone, and he knows he’s alone, he’d break down letting the consequences of his actions skin in and all the negative emotions that come with it in as well, he wouldn’t come back for a couple of days, worrying both lester and Vincent but when he does he’s taken to where his s/o now lays, he’d be relieved that they weren’t tossed into the road kill pit and that they were actually burried in the town properly, but he’d never be able to walk past their grave with his head up, he’d never be able to let go of things after that as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wouldn’t be the out right cause of his s/o’s death, but him accidently slipping up and a victim getting away would do the job, the victim would mistake his s/o as someone who’s hostile and get them while they are off guard ending them in a quick enough way where it would have been almost impossible to stop, Vincent wouldn’t be able to continue chasing after the victim and would just pray that bo or lester caught them up ahead, he’d sit there with his s/o and let out muffled and painful sounding crys as he tried to comfort them as best as he could so they wouldn’t die alone, but he knows this and this hurts him more, he thinks that if he’d been a little more cautious he could have prevented this or that if maybe he’d just done something a little different he wouldn’t be sitting there watching his s/o die, but he didn’t and that knowledge eats him up from the inside out, he’d sit there with them until they passed and put them somewhere else that’s safe for a little bit while he gets things ready, he’d try to make his s/o Into a wax figure to preserve the memory of them but half way through he wouldn’t be able to continue and he’d have a break down right there, he’d end up finishing but he wouldn’t be able to put them out for everyone to see, he wouldn’t be able to live with them in the town, passing their statue would bring him an unbearable pain he wouldn’t be able to handle so he’d Settle for burying them in a respectful way, somewhere a bit away from the town where he knows his s/o will be safe, and where more victims wouldn’t be able to hurt them

Mark Hoffman

Marks choices are what killed his s/o, he has many things to worry about as an apprentice so when he was told he was going to be tested, he didn’t expect his s/o to be in the test, and he tried his best to save them, he really did, but it wasn’t enough, he tried to give more than he could but it wasn’t enough and he lost them because of that, and he believes that since he wasn’t careful enough and didn’t get them out before they were even in the spot to use in a test, that they died because of him and that their blood was on his hands, he wants able to comfort them and his s/o died scared, and that eats away at him. He’ll give his s/o the best funeral his money can get but after that, all his morales go out the window and he’s out for blood, looking to find the person who put them into being with and to start with them after marks s/o dies its a blood bath that no one can stop, they were all he had left

so I go to animation school now