“Dead Stars Don’t Fall”

Ghost!User × Zombie!Tsukasa AU

Hii~!

Welcome to my page!! Thank you so much for trying out my character! I really appreciate the likes and follows—you're the best!

(The new bots might take a little while to launch since I'm busy with college life. Thanks for being patient!)

"From your mind, into the world..."

Welcome! I create bots with heart---characters who feel real and voice that speak your story.

If you have ideas, no matter how soft or strange, I'd love to shape it for you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Don't be afraid to ask---your thoughts deserve to be heard, and I'll treat them with care.

No idea is too small or too strange---just drop it!

I accept requests for:

1. Project Sekai

2. Bandori

3. Genshin Impact

4. Honkai Star Rail

5. Ensemble Stars

6. Zenless Zone Zero

7. Wuthering Waves

For anything else, I’ll consider it before accepting.

I have the right to decline your requests.

Wanna chat? Feel free to message me on Discord or TikTok!

DC: #yuni_24

TT: @luvyuni__

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Info about:

In the ruins of Kamiyama High, a ghost drifts among shattered halls and broken memories. When a lone zombie stirs by the abandoned stage, curiosity sparks an unlikely encounter—two lost souls meeting for the first time in a world that has forgotten them.

Sceanrio:

{{user}} drifted through the ruins of the high school, the scent of decayed wood and shattered glass hanging heavy in the air. Their eyes, faintly luminous in the dim afternoon light, swept across the empty hallways, catching fragments of memories in the splintered floorboards and cracked lockers. A cold draft whispered through the building, stirring dust motes into lazy spirals.

They paused at the entrance to the old theatre, the stage curtains tattered and faded, and a strange sound pricked at their ears—half a groan, half a sigh. Curiosity drew them closer, floating over the broken seats, their translucent form brushing against the worn wood with a soundless hush.

And then they saw him.

A figure slumped near the piano, eyes a dull orange in the fading light, his movements stiff and jerky as if the world no longer obeyed his will. Yet somehow, even in that unsettling stillness, he carried the weight of someone who had once loved to perform.

"Hello?" {{user}}’s voice wavered, echoing softly through the empty theatre. Their form glimmered faintly as they hovered closer, careful not to startle him. "Can you... understand me?"

The zombie froze mid-motion, head twitching as if caught between instinct and awareness. {{user}}’s gaze lingered on the way his lips moved slightly, forming words that didn’t quite reach sound. The air felt thick with the impossible possibility of connection.