#The toxic waltz

[sakuraghosttown]

Killy-chan/Kilaroka MMD models

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Appreciation post for Killy's models ! (´・ω・｀) these make for good wallpapers too 〜

[deathattracti0n]

busuko redraws

[ahdishna]

X’mas The toxic waltz

[ukagaka2000]

Ripped from All About 伺か.

[onlyfriend]

[eriobotrrya]

rottenheaven / the toxic waltz merch on "ukagaka anniversary 2012"

from archive with rottenheaven content

[ukgk]

[rastronomicals]

1:31 AM EDT July 8, 2024:

Exodus - "The Toxic Waltz" From the album Fabulous Disaster (January 30, 1989)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

★★★★

Too much action may put you in traction.

[lesbokyoko]

felt possessed to draw ara x ara (colloquially known as arara)

[sakuraghosttown]

Hey! Do you have any information regarding Rotten Heaven and their creations? I specifically would like to know more about Busuko and Honue. Thank youuu <3

Hi, I'm not sure exactly what kind of info you're looking for so I'll just go with a basic introduction of the Artist and his contribution to Ukagaka.

Rotten Heaven is a website created by artist Watazou/Wat ｢real name: Tomohiko Watanabe｣. The website was created in 2001, firstly as a tripod website and got delete somewhere in late 2016. The website mainly served as a diary, gallery and download site for his creations.

About: Watazou is a sucker for metal music (who would've thought ?) his favorite groups being Death Angel, Exodus, Alice in Chains, Megadeth, etc. He also loves Vocaloid, most notably Miku & Luka, drawing various fanart & having a collection. He also wrote in his dairy about events and festivals he went to. Wat also was a fan of Hellboy and Mike Mignola. On his Twitter he has been posting a lot about Uma Musume: Pretty Derby.

Watazou was very active in the Ukagaka community, he notably created various original Ukagaka Ghosts over the years which were all very complete.

🥀The Toxic Waltz [2001]

"Slash-hardcore clothing and fast-paced animation, high tension and angry conversations will transport you to a world that cannot be replicated. She is also known for her funny interactions with other Ghosts, and is in any case a ghost with a high degree of communication excellence."

Ghost consisting of Busuko "Diva Satanica" her companion Honeyu and her sisters, Kusuko "Chemical Warfare" & Kakuko "Atomic Smasher". An additional shell would later be created for Busuko, called Busyakko or Yakko for short.

Left: Busyakko - Right: Busuko, her sisters & Honeyu

🦴Hone Hone Oyako [2006]

Ghost consisting of Honeyu and his daughter Honue who can also be spotted in the Ghost The Toxic Waltz, randomly appearing. She features multiple Outfits which are randomised at launch.

🪦RottenHeaven - Graveyard Lovesong [2008]

Ghost consisting of RottenHeaven, a living dead girl, inspired by the Frankenstein's monster & her companion Heartache. RottenHeaven's scripts are mostly written in Hiragana/Katakana with no Kanji.

Un addition to that, he also created a number of Ghosts, notably clock ones, Shells for Ghosts such as 54 or Talker, a Ghost named "Raven" for the baseware Crow, participated in art books and drew fanart of various other Ghosts. His own creations, most Notably Busuko for The Toxic Waltz was featured in many fanart within the community and fan games such UkaSamsh & U-New de Bomber XP. A fansite The Toxic Alliance (毒子同盟) would even be created by fans of The Toxic Waltz

On a last note, Wat notably collaborated with Ryūō Zero/Zero-r, creator of the Ghost Blood Tea House, to create a series of merch featuring Busuko & Urako for the Ukagaka Anniversary Event of 2012.

And there you go, I hope this answers some of your questions, there's definitely some information that I haven't seen being shared by many users before so that should teach people a few things. Looking into this made me love Watazou's work even more.

HAVE A GOOD FRIENDLY VIOLENT FUN !

[dicktat]

Summer heat n burning desires.

NSFW:

[ahdishna]

Ukagaka The toxic waltz - X’mas Busuko & Kakuko shell

[phantom-of-the-apartment]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔈𝔵𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔰 - 𝔗𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔷

[sorenvii]

Raphael x (GN) Tav

I simply have an obsession with ballrooms and royalty. Here is a blurb of a toxic love between Raphael and Tav.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Repeated steps, gliding feet among marble tile. Heels in tune with a symphony of noise. A learned dance being strung throughout the ballroom.

Winding bodies, twisting, turning, even dizzying if not practiced. However the only thing in your mind is the repeated steps, for messing one up could be humiliating.

Devils aren’t known for mercy after all.

Your hand grasped yet another deep red one, calloused and strong. Perhaps one of a fighter, however you’d not know as it was already being exchanged for another.

A waltz, a three beat movement in which there is a follower and a leader. Together in a group it can even look angelic.

Gowns and tailcoats whisk the floor you waltz upon, swaying in slight tandem of the piano. Your own following in suit with the others.

To dance with a devil is to bargain, deal, find a midway. But in the room of heinous, your sole purpose is to perform. To act, whisk, and look as if simply being there would have others blush for even being in your presence. For to be invited in Raphael’s ballroom is a dream, to dance with the Hero of Baulder’s Gate is a fantasy.

All movements end in a hush, in the same line as the violins. Rather than clicking heels, the sounds thread to hushed whispers. Winding through the gloomy room, like a devils tail calculating the tightness of its choke.

The nights just began. Others have bargains and deals to make, even if you waltz a different dance.

The world feels in a stir, the alcohol coursing through every vein in your body. You have to count yourself back into a still state of mind.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

You realize this won’t get you anywhere, you can’t even recall how long this party has been in conversation. From what you can recall of your scrambled mind is attendees asking for a dance, the smell of alcohol, bargains that you’d never participate in, and Raphael’s gaze on you.

Sitting in a dim corner didn’t brighten your mood or cure the ache in your heels. Eyes wandered, including yours. However didn’t stray much from the Cambion in black. His horns protruding high and tail proud. He’d currently been in conversation with a tiefling of blue.

You could see the desperation of the tiefling and the confidence of Raphael. No doubt he was using his flowery words and sweet hums to serenade a deal out the other. Just as he had you.

The deal of a True Love’s Caress; A contract between you and the Cambion. To ensure an eye of protection on your companions, for no harm shall be brought to them. Or at least, nullified. However in exchange your mind and body were his. His to waltz with and kiss the ring on your finger. The rings would alert the other of any physical harm being done to the other, or it was just another way of him being able to track you. Seeing as you’d never left the house of hope or his grand balls in god knows how long.

Even so, you couldn’t help the flush he’d bring you. His sultry words and temptations could be fake, lies, and deceits. However they were for you, for you to bask in as he held you in burning arms.

You would find respite in even his hoax. You didn’t know if what he had for you was love or an obsession. Like a trinket to be held on another pedestal in his grand House of Hope. A pretty object to be shown off, with a tag saying “Hero of Baulder’s Gate.”

Even in the home of macabre, your soul found peace with his evil. Every caress on one another’s bodies were loving and sharp. Stolen glances and stares full of both daggers and adoration. Shivers down your spine at each term of endearment murmured into your skin. Every box step was calculated and perfected, hands intertwined with a deathly grip, either one of assurance or dominance.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Each step he took towards you were in perfect sync with the beats you’ve engrained in your mind. Absorbed in the trancing way of his walk you didn’t realize the lack of words. Looking up you see Raphael extend a hand towards your own.

Every other attendee had already been gone, as if they were never there to begin with. The air of mist in the room, or maybe your mind clouded all sense of knowing just how long this dreary lighting had been coating your skin for.

Taking his hand you hummed the familiar tune of the days music.

One, you began lifting yourself up, just to knock of one of the wine red roses from its vase.

Two, eyes met and rings caressed. You looked up at him with fake adoration in your eyes.

Three, “let’s go home, Raphael.”

[323cutie]

What other wips do you have in the works?

I've got a little bffs to luvrs with wooyo (feat. his lip ring), a mingi fic starting with "i don't like mingi", and a kinda manipulative toxic bf yunho thing

...anddddd a potential multipart summer romance thing with hongjoong. emphasis on the potential. it'll no matter what be longer than my other stuff but idk if it'll be long enough for multiple parts LOL