#s-e-kwan

[spicypeak]

If you've been keeping up-to-date with the Voice Comic Carnelian Blood series, are you wondering who the girl in the headband is?

Oh yes, absolutely!

I actually had a theory about her but hmm the way the manga is going I have my doubts... But anyways theory under the cut for those interested☆ Spoiler warning for manga

For the longest time actually I thought she might have been one of Carnelian’s twins because in the original relationship chart it had her grouped up with EROSION in the “Father and Child???” box. And y’know also the fact Adelheid was talking to her at the beginning of chapter one, and how Adelheid is like this is your story, and also the beginning and end of Carnelian and I’s story. Up until chapter 5 I was like, oh one of them probably died, unfortunate.

Then chapter 5 dropped and I was like oh my god? one of the twins trans? Good for them. Because there was two of them and they looked oddly similar IMO, but I digress because Rejet ended up updating the chart and separating them. But who knows at this point. Anyways I could write an essay on my relationship chart analysis but we’re not doing that.

Ahaa then chapter 10 dropped and umm Carnelian haha no way you did not kill your entire family. idk if he has the ability to turn them into vampires or if they’re like dead or they miraculously survived but WHO KNOWS Rejet really was like unannounced manga hiatus. My guess is next manga update is after album or artbook comes out. 

Anyways this theory of mine may or may not have been completely shot down but it’s like there were 7 kids in that forest and only 5 of them are accounted for (and we’re not even going to discuss the “Neight’s second heart is the other mystery kid” theory right now)

There’s still a lot to be revealed and for all we know this girl could either be gone or she could be the “that” Carnelian has the boys looking for, who knows I feel like there are a lot of possibilities for her, but only time can tell what happens and who she is.

[thedarkestcrow]

Baldroy and Lau's chapters is like Yana reminding us about the COVID-19 pandemic with all the safety suits and extreme hygiene process. That aside, Lau was also disinfected along with Baldroy, but Lau was posing as "Mr. Burgh's (Baldroy's alias) physician", so why was he treated as though he was a patient? Also, do you it is possible that the whole "disinfecting" process could be a cover-up for blood collecting?

Yeah, it does remind one of the current pandemic. Though a strict hygiene policy is surely always important for hospitals, whether there’s a pandemic or not. Since Lau is accompanying Bard (even if he only poses as a physician and not as a patient himself) he still comes from outside and could bring bacteria or germs into that facility. Everyone who enters this sanatorium needs to be disinfected to minimize the risk of infection from outside. 

If this sanatorium is part of the blood-collecting facilities these strict hygiene measures could have several purposes. The people who come to this facility are ex-soldiers and surely many of them are wounded so it’s probably not too easy to have their blood taken if they are to be kept alive since they are already quite weak. If they were to become ill due to some virus or bacteria that would even lessen their potential to give much blood (and I doubt Undertaker would want blood from sick people for real Ciel). So by taking these hygiene measures the patients heal quicker, are less likely to become ill and therefore can be used better to take their blood. 

And a good side effect of the way they are disinfecting their patients is that everyone coming into this sanatorium has to give up their personal possessions, or so it seems.

So it’s probably much more difficult to keep any weapons for anyone entering this facility which could make it easier to protect the sanatorium and the blood-taking if that happens there.

Have a nice day and stay safe! ^^

[yuusagi-chii]

Are requests opened? If you don't mind, can I request a story based on Kou's Manservant Ending from his More Blood route (I'll send you the link via madisnorm)? It's when Kou starts ignoring Yui. Can you do a drabble where either Yui goes back to Subaru (you know Subaru is kind etc.) when Kou is ignoring her existence, or Yui gets so angry being ignored that she kills all the girls Kou hung out with? Can it start at the part where Yui sees Kou with his fangirls?

Word Count: 2428

Characters: Mukami Kou, Komori Yui and Kou’s fangirls

Warning: Blood, violence, body horror(?), death(s), a deranged relationship and spoilers for Kou’s Manservant ending (the translations were done by akuichansera)

Alternative version: link

My requests are not open, and I do not think that they will be open for an indefinite amount of time, as I’m more focused on working on my project. However, if you would like your request to be done please consider commissioning, as I will make that exception to work on request. If you like my works, please supporting me by buying me coffee. 

Were they not in love?

It was only been the other day that he still spoke to her. She could remember his voice low as it whispered softly into her ear ーthe teasing chuckles of his tongue was exhilaratingー or how his body pressed against hers as they laid upon his bed. The way his fangs found into her skin was a drug in her system, urging more of the moans danced from her lips for him to hear, just as he wanted, and just as she wanted to give him. All nerves upon her back remembered the way his hand dipped underneath her as the blades in his mouth tore deeper, his tongue lapped harshly, and the blood from her veins flooded into him. They were of one with each other that nightー she had the bandages of their love to prove it. Even as she wore her uniform, another layer of cloth that was not his to calm every shivered inch of herself, Yui could still feel his skin against her own, as it was before, like always.

To her, it didn’t matter whether or not she could barely feel a warmth inside of him, she loved him for him. Yui didn’t care for it, for as long as he would hold her by his side again instead of her skin feeling the wind gushed by through the void she was pushed in. He could bite her again, so long as she was next to him. She didn’t want to be alone. She didn’t want to be seen as nothing, not even real as he forgot about her existence. It didn’t matter how much she called out for him until her voice was hoarse from the yells of his name, he didn’t respond; he didn’t even look at her when she stood right in front of him. Even when his brothers spoke about her, his eyes glossed over with the tilt of his head that he always did, this time with the words of who his brothers speak of. Her name was like a ghost in his ears. She became a ghost in her own body to him as he forced her to watch him walk away; every step of his heels haunted: a dread to her stomach as she had to see him disappear.

They were in love, but he went off with his fan girls with a smile that should be only for her to see.

“Heh heh, sorry,” that laughter he gave them, fake as it was, she would know, was something she wanted to hear, alone. It shouldn’t be around those that flocked to him like hungry lambs awaiting to be slaughtered. None of those fake girls, twirling their hairs to catch his attention, squeaking their voices into high pitches, or fluttering their nonexistent lashes in front of his face, deserved any of his time.

He didn’t even like them. He didn’t even like his job, besides from the attention he was given. She saw with his head held high, as their nose nuzzled against his arm, their palms and fingers trailed over the open jacket he wore, to the fluttered eyes looked up at him to get another coo of their names found upon his tongue, whilst he laughed drily in his mocking tone. Kou didn’t care, but the girls were all too love struck to even notice the gleam of his eyes underneath his locks of hair and the fangs placed within his mouth bared to each one of them as his words were sung out. They were all leeches sucked off the fame and good looks he had; leeches that only care for the personality that they made up, not the person whose eyes she could never met.

Whelms of acid in the corner of her eyes burned with every grin, wink and lick of his lips she witnessed, whilst her nose clogged and her tongue grew dry to the sniffs suffocated around her throat. Two palms felt themselves squeezed against her windpipe until she was clawing at her skin for a breath of the acid in the air; brewed in a thick mist of miasma, her insides crawled and crunched and the trickle of red dipped across her palms. Kou barely took a glance at her, nor did he took a gulp to the drool of her blood down her fingertips and onto the floors. The bandages that held their love scrabbled and written upon her skin couldn’t catch the droplet forced down from the sharpen nails crescent from her palms.

One to five girls laughing. One to five girls bleeding. One to five girls dead.

The world dyed red as she continued to watch him. They shouldn’t be touching any part of his skin. He shouldn’t be speaking to any of them if he truly loved her. “… wasn’t that what you said,” her lips barely moved, as pink eyes bored into the male that waved himself off to the girls. They whined, wanting more of what they already should have enough of. He laughed. He gave them a last wink and a wave before he left. All of them squealed to whatever part of their bodies that he touched: their cheeks, their hair, underneath their eyes, their arm… Every part of their skin they proclaimed loudly as she watched towards upon the side, unable to do anything with him still not giving her a blink of his eyes.

It didn’t matter, with the sheath heavy in her palm, as she shuffled the leather between her hand until it dropped to the floor. Her fingers grip tightened against the scratches of the beads, until her knuckles bled white with the veins underneath her skin pulsed purple and blue. Every part of her was jittering in the dark, unable to hold herself still with the girls’ words heard louder into her ears: every sound was another jolt of anticipation her nerves ate up, whilst the monster inside of her head cooed along the colours of red marked upon their skins that she only saw. Her mumbles of each action were repeated underneath her breath; her goal was murmured in giggles vibrated along her vocal chords; the corner of her lips grew up with her pupils that grew larger to the final steps into the dark those very girls he was with met.

His name took a breath fell flat to get their heads turned over. “You don’t deserve to have his attention.”

“Excuse me?” one asked, their voice a disgust.

Another girl took a step away from the headlights. “Wait,” she laughed, her lips snitched upwards to a snark. “Isn’t that the bitch that is always with Kou-kun?”

“What, lost your touch?” another spat, teasingly. All of them gathered between their snickers, as they stalked into the alley Yui stood in, caging her towards the wall with no escape for her to come out. The one that spoke, the one that Kou’s thumb brushed underneath her eye, leaned closer until their breathes met and she spat at her face, grinning to the roll of her saliva down Yui’s cheek. “Are you here to beg for scraps? Or should we give you another lesson to keep your little paws away from him, slut?” They laughed, their heads swung back between the boast of what they shouldn’t have. Even now when he was away from their eyes, he was still treated like a prize to them; Kou wasn’t a prize, and even if he was he was one none of them should ever have, nor will they ever will.

Their words burned as a fuel as another pushed against her shoulder, another slapped against her cheek, another spat out blood with the blade thrust into her stomach. Laughter died between the chokes of air the girl in front of her gave. All of them halted as they watched their friend hobbled over, palms grasped against their abdomen, mouth drooled in the red saliva forced out of her mouths, as the knife was pulled out. Yui didn’t blink.

Words were a ghost in her ears, their screams were the gasoline in her system, and their fear burned bright like a match dropped into the fuel. The corner of her lips grew snitched as she twirled the knife between her palmsー her fingers gripped against the leather, and she plunge underneath the girl’s eye socket: where Kou’s thumb brushed over. She didn’t deserve his touch, none of them did. Wiping it off was too little when they could try and get another brush of his palms. Cleaning every nook and cranny of their bodies would be futile if they could still walk back towards him with their arms wrapped around his arms and their voices sung out for his attention with every waking second. He could still be able to see them. He would then be able to talk to them. He would still give them the smile that he didn’t give her anymore. Kou still couldn’t see her no matter how much she called out his name, or how she stood in front of him in hopes that he would react to her blocking him, but he walked past like nothing was wrong. Their shoulders had slammed against each other, but it was like a breeze that past him. He barely noticed with the chipper voice of his still sung. Just cleaning them would not stop him speaking, touching, laughing, with these girls.

Her eye blew wide and watching to the blade pulled out from her cheek: dripping with her own blood splattered from its wound and drooled into her mouth to the nonexistent breath she couldn’t breath. She wanted to scream, but her voice was lost in her throat even with the mouth that was wide open in trembles of her tongue. It tasted disgusting as it rolled into her lips. She wanted to spit it out, but every inch of her froze to the glint of pink stared down at her. The blade punctured down into her shrieked eye. All of them wailed in her place, panicked to the crimson flooded out as the blade was pulled from its place. Remains of what was her eye fell flat to the floor. The colour their skins drained as they watched their friend dropped to the floor, tears streamed down her cheeks but she couldn’t scream out in her cries.

Yui frowned. “Ah… I missed.” It wasn’t the wound she wanted to stab, but with the girl withered on the floor, her hands clutched her stomach and the slim of her eyeball, her care vanished between the tilt of her head. It wasn’t where Kou touched her, but it was still what she used to look at him like a prize to be won. Now she couldn’t use it anymore. Her shoulders shrugged and she brushed her hair towards a side.

The heel of her shoes crunched against the palm of the girl beneath her, her shoe deliberately slammed onto the bones cracked loudly in the silence and squished the eyeball burst into slim on her foot. She continued onwards over the body she stepped upon to the other girls that stood in shook, like deer in headlights, unsure about what to do with their muscles un-moving and their eyes unable to be ripped from their friend to the floor. Every drip of the blood from the knife followed her as she stopped in front of them.

They were pleading for someone that wouldn’t even save them if they asked him to. He would only have done worse to them than their knees scratched to the floor, blood slaver as they cried out, hair ripped from their skulls with their body thrown to the ground. The blade she held, bent and chipped with every slice against the skin that he touched, was not worse than any of his actions that would be done to them. He was a vampire: a demon; a monster. Their suffering would be a meal for his throat to devour. Yet, they still called out to him. Hands clasped in beg of anything their throat could form. It was gurgles of blood foamed in their mouths, their eyes glossed over with the trickles of their flesh drooling down its sockets, and fingers with nails ripped out holding against one another in the begs at her feet. They were still breathing in choked air between her finger tips. The knife long disregarded as their bodies morphed between her palms.

He was someone that none of them will be allowed to have. He wouldn’t be able to talk to them with their bodies slammed at her feet, and their beauty ripped from their babbled forms of a baby. Them with their plastic faces, painted nails, and fake smiles gave towards him, ripped apart into shreds: until there was nothing left but the rotten of their insides pulled out.

The two of them were in love, no one else. He couldn’t talk to any other, except from her, that was what he said. He told her that she couldn’t speak to a soul, so why should he be able to? His fan girls laid not breathing and not moving with the heel of her foot slammed against the rest of their insides flooded out.

Kou was hers and no one else’s.

“Yui!” His hands reached out in a grab of her shoulders, without a thought. The coldness and slim smeared across his palm as his hand touched her shirt. “Why are you so bloody…!” Kou’s hand trembled as he turned his palm towards his face. His teeth slammed into his jaw as he stopped the cough burned at the back of his throat. It was everywhere: specs on her cheeks to drenched down the front of her clothes as she sat rested upon the wall. The smell of the sewer water couldn’t rid of the metallic taste dried upon his tongue as he pulled closer to her. It wasn’t hers; the smell was rotten as it filled into his nose. “Yui! Open your eyes!”

“Kou, -kun…?”

He jumped forwards, hands taking her cheeks in his palms. “Yui, you’re safe…!” He tried desperately to wipe off the scent off from her skin, but with every graze of his thumb along her cheek another red was left behind. She felt ice cold underneath his touch, unlike the warming heat he recalled from her. “What are you doing here! What’s with all of this bloodー!”

She reached a hand out for him, and smiled.

I love you, Kou-kun.

[otome-is-heaven]

You know the tickets that B-Pro was squabbling over in episode 5? Was Tsubasa safe-keeping the tickets for the Daikoku brothers? Or did she buy them as a treat for them? I'm not sure because you know, VIP tickets are really expensive and I don't know if Tsubasa was able to afford them.

I think Tsubasa was just holding onto them for the Daikoku brothers until the liveshow. I think she doesn’t get that much money to afford those 2 VIP tickets working as an A&R, even if she manages 4 groups and works her ass off for it.

[yumegasaki]

Have you heard of an upcoming series called 'Luciole no Hime'? Rejet announced it during the Rejet Focus 2018 event last Saturday. It's a really interesting series. A bit dark and morbid, and I think in the PV, it mentions a bit of incest (I don't know)? But if you have time, check it out!

Yes, I heard about it from Rejet’s twitter last weekend. I did start to translate some of the info from the official site, but haven’t been able to finish it yet. I’m definitely into darker storylines, so I think I’ll check out at least a volume or two of the series!

[randomly-spicy-diamond]

Does Ritsuka sing with Jek? I saw in a clip on twitter that she has a singing part in Jek's song (still don't know the title)

Urk, I wasn’t paying close enough attention to the credits to remember a name either... It should be called V is for Vampire.

But, yes and no - yes she has a part during Jek’s song but no because it’s more of a... unrelated bridge (?) than her singing with him.

[s-e-kwan]

DiaLover Chibi Art Commissions!

Hi guys! I have decided to open up art commissions specifically on the DiaLover Chibis. I try my best to match Satoi’s drawing style as much as I can because I love her artwork so much! I’ll also try my best to draw all the vampires including Yui.

So here is how the commission is going to work:

Group Package flat rate: $45+

3 characters: $45

4 characters: $60

5 characters: $75

Plain (or single coloured) background: $0.00

Backdrop: $20+

Duo package flat rate: $30

Plain (or single coloured) background: $0.00

Backdrop: $20+

Solo package flat rate: $15

Plain (or single coloured) background: $0.00

Backdrop: $20+

I will only be accepting payment in US dollars ($) via Paypal. When you have an idea, please send me an email about which package you want, which character you want me to draw, the outfits you want the characters to wear (please include the colour you want and please be clear on the style and type of clothing), what you want the characters to be doing, and whether you want a background or not. Please include photos of clothing, backgrounds and props in the email, it will help me a lot when I begin to draw. I will be charging extra $20 if you want a background like the Mukami group drawing.

My email address is [email protected]. If you want to change your ideas, do not hesitate to PM me over instant message.

And also, I will ONLY BE DOING CHIBIS! I will NOT accept themes of gore, sex, yaoi, abuse and BDSM.

When you have sent me the email, I will start off with a rough pencil sketch based on your ideas before drawing the final on Photoshop. I will email you the sketch to confirm your idea and then I will send you the invoice which you will pay. Please make sure you have paid me the correct amount on the invoice before I start the drawing.

Also, you must NEVER EVER remove my signature on the artwork and claim it as your own! And also, keep in mind that I am also quite a busy person as well. I will still work on your commissions, but it will take some time, so please be patient.

[aarunomura]

I don't mean to spoil anything or whatever, but I remembered that in Oliver's drama in the first series of Thanatos Night, some translator/bloggers argued over Oliver's crime: some said that he physically hurt others (as in beat them up) and one of them said that he raped someone. I know that you might be in the process of translating Oliver's story of how he became a fallen angel, but which did you think Oliver most likely did?

You didn’t spoil for me so don’t worry. Although I haven’t translated it yet, I’ve already read it. Long story short, he beat someone up.