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It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I actually forgot about it 🤪

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Hi. This is the first text post I’ve made relating to writing. I wanted to challenge myself to make prompts for my favorite fandoms. So like this is my first one. I’m still an amateur. So I hope you all enjoy and give me good feedback 🙏🏻. (This is JJK related btw)

Content: angst. some fluff lol. this is from Gojo’s perspective. (Will post Geto’s version sometimes today or this week)

I thought of you again today.

And I decided to look for you.

…

I tried looking for your eyes first. Christmas has passed again without you. So I thought the low glow of the festive lights and lanterns could guide me to them.

Your eyes always spoke of something alluding to longing. They’re dark as the ocean at night. When I looked far off into the bay when the moon was nearing its new phase, I thought of how your eyes used to look at me. Stare at me back, like how I stare out into the abyss of the sea. They were black, cold, full of melancholy. Yet when you smiled they would scrunch up and wrinkle your temples.

…

I tried looking for your ears next. When I last saw you, you were still sporting those black gauged earrings that would hang like the ears of Buddha. I always teased you with a statement and in return you’d give me a hard hit in the arm. So I visited shops less known to the public where they did ear piercings. I’d look at their displays and see if anything stuck out. I saw beautiful designs. Black was always your signature color. And I may not be the most fashionable in this area, but you always reminded me of the color of royal blue. The kind of blue you see on pictures of nobles. The kind of blue that shows elegance. I think something like that would make you look like royalty.

…

I then decided to search for your mouth. Your voice. Your lips. Your teeth.

You never were much of a smiler. My jokes would only arouse a boring expression or you rolling your eyes away from me. Always so stoic. Only making slight little smiles when something was interesting. Or when you were trying to smooth talk your way out of trouble with the headmaster. A polite, small, gentle smile.

But when you smiled at me. It was so distinct that I could still draw it a million times in my head.

You would show your top teeth when you smiled at me, followed by a laugh. And what a laugh it was. It was dark and rich like chocolate. Your lips, thin and slightly chapped, stretched to form a marvel on your pale mooned face. It would savor in my mind for days on end. I never wanted such a taste to go away. So I made it my priority to make you laugh and smile as much as I could.

So I searched for that same sweetness in the places I would make you smile the most. The arcade. The little coffee shop with just three small tables. The alley with stairs and rails where I would attempt to glide down without loosing my balance. And in return, you’d join. Finding amusement in my foolishness. What a fool I have become so.

…

I searched for your body and hair. You were always so well kept. You always wore a bun, dark strands slicked back with a few falling to the front of your face. The color was black like raven feathers. You were pale, unblemished, and not a sign of age to your features. Like the glow of the moon above fresh, untouched snow. You weren’t always the best eater. Other than your favorite dish, Mak-guksu, you couldn’t really come around to eating everything and anything I got you. “I can’t get rid of that taste back there.” You’d say. Alluding to your abilities.

So I went looking for you in temples. Where I would see nests of crows circling around me. Death’s messengers. Near the temple, I’d see worshippers come in with white robes that would blend with the snow. With their dim lanterns, the shadows bounced off radiating a warm glow from their holy attire. A pure being, no matter what you did.

…

The last thing I searched for were your hands. Slender, rugged, brittle. Calloused and tender. Your knuckles would go white every time you were writing out a report for class, because you would be so focused you’d forget to let your fingers relax after each pen stroke. Your fingernails were clean, despite the dirty work you’d do. But I loved your hands. I loved the way they’d come close when you passed me something like a dropped pen, a cup of tea. Or that night during the summer solstice, when we would go out to downtown for festivities and we left the group to go find a better spot to watch the fireworks. When we found a small ledge just off the edge of river where the show was beginning, we watched in awe. Smiling, the sound of the whistles that ended with a loud bang as an array of sparks and flames danced in the air.

And that’s when your hands,

your warm hands, crept their way, sliding carefully across the rail bar where the ledge was, temptingly to interlace with my own. Like the call of the siren I couldn’t resist such a moment. It started with our pinkies overlapping, testing the waters. Then it soon became our ring and middle fingers intertwined like stitches. And surely, your hands clasped with mine and for a moment, the world seemed still. I could see from the corner of my lenses that you weren’t looking at the sky anymore. You were looking at me. The hue of bright blues, purples, greens and yellows illuminating such a heavenly sight. You looked at me, like you knew me for a thousand years. You saw me. And I saw all of you. Your hands, skin, hair, ears, mouth, nose and eyes, were all I saw. And they painted the most beautiful of all living things that this earth has given me. And you leaned forward to share the warmth of your love, as I couldn’t hear the sounds of the world, and only the sound of your breath slowly rising as you planted a kiss on my lips. Forever marking me as yours.

…

I searched for the that same warmth that night so long ago on the same ledge, at the same time it all happened.

I place my hand on the cold, snow covered rail bar, to see if you would take it.

But you never did.

I looked forward to see anything of your likeness.

But I saw nothing.

I shut off all thought, muted the outside world as much I could

To hear your sound, a voice, a whisper.

But there was silence.

And in that silence, I only heard the sound of my heart, becoming more numb under the freezing night. I can only hear my breath, visible to the icy air.

…

I searched for you today, Suguru.

I failed, but I’ll try again next time I think of you.

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I've been in a Silent Hill mood recently and decided to draw one of my favorite scenes featuring one of my favorite Silent Hill characters, Angela. ♡

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🗣 NEW OC TIME 🗣

This here is Mia Alvizo, she's a Spaniard Goth and she's a part of an original doll line that I want to make

☆ Her skirt is actually the Ghostface mask

☆ The early stages

‼️ Fake Body ‼️

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Came back to Tumblr because of the Buggy buffonery (we stan) and then stayed to post the new artstyle for my upcoming project.

L: 1959 Swinsuit Barbie, black hair variant

R: An oc with a hairstyle similar to Laura Palmer

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Dance, Hecate!

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Hello! My name is Clown! I’m an artist, a character designer, and available for work! I’m currently attempting to create my psychological horror project, Welcome Home and all sorts of other kinds of funny art! 

Thank you for visiting my page, feel free to explore my work and have a Wonderful Day!

My Portfolio! -  Art Tag! - Twitter! - Ko-fi! - Welcome Home! - Commission Sheet! - Welcome Home Fanwork Guide!

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🪓 The X-Traordinary Farm Girl 🪓 The Texas Killer Herself 🪓 Welcome Pearl to Monster High, in her signature dress, her axe purse, and more killer details!

Here's my Skullector Doll concept for Pearl! With her killer accessories!

> Wanted to include the magazine with the pretty girls in the pictures, a photograph of her and Howard, and a "special" unlabeled film reel

And her Box Art for fans of Pearl and adult collectors to display!

My reference pic

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Love me a big boy 💗

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Monster Vogue Issue #1 Featuring: Lagoona Blue, Draculaura, and Frankie Stein!

Written by your's truly, Spectra Vondergeist.

Since you're a transfer student at Monster High, how do you feel?.

"I get homesick a lot, I miss my family back in Honduras but I've got really great friends here like Draculaura!"

What's the inspiration behind your style?

"I loved having long hair but it got in the way of my activities that I asked my friend Draculaura to help me cut it! My clothes are a sporty style, Clawdeen came up with the idea to have my swimsuit be an undershirt and I can't thank her enough, thank you Clawdeen! ❤️"

Thoughts on Clawdeen?

"Clawdeen is such a sweetheart, I love her so much! She's super nice with everyone here. I don't see why Toralei has a problem with her, I hope one day she can warm up to her so that we can all be friends! ❤️"

Draculaura, what are your thoughts on the witch rumors?

"I think it’s totally off putting but I think we should put aside our differences... not that I'm a witch or anything ahahahah."

Being the daughter of Dracula, does it put any pressure on you?

"When your dad is a big superstar like him, of course it can be overwhelming. But my dad loves me for who I am and I'm proud to have a dad like him, if you're reading this, love you! ❤️"

I heard you consider Manny a rival but he was confused when I talked to him, any comments on that?

"Oh I'm over it, he and I have become really good friends. He has a big heart and I'm glad to be friends with him, especially when we found Clawd in the Catacombs!"

Since you're her roommate, how do you feel about Clawdeen?

"She's an icon, a legend, and a great friend. She's very accepting of everyone here and it's nice talking to her. We just found her brother Clawd recently and he's also nice, I just hope we can help her find her mom. I can't imagine how hard it must've been being on her own in the normie world."

Frankie, being 15 days old, how are you adjusting to Monster High?

"It's been really great! I've made so many friends here, everyone is so nice here and I can't wait to meet more friends! ❤️"

How many pieces of your brain are there?

"Well, outside of Dr. Blunder who has a monster inventor from the 1970s who got "cursed" and created the goodest boy ever: Watzie, there are 8 parts to my brain!"

From here, Frankie began to show me their brain diagram which was really interesting to see how much effort was put into making Frankie.

So Frankie, being a new student here at Monster High, have you started developing any feelings for any of your peers?

"Hmmm maybe, this person is really pretty! I plan to ask them out for the Monster Ball but I don't know if they'll want to be with me."

I gave Frankie a pep talk and it seemed to help Frankie a lot, it felt nice inspiring someone.

That concludes Issue #1 of Monster Vogue! I would like to thank the three ghouls that I interviewed in this issue, and of course, Ms. Bloodgood, without her I wouldn't have been able to post this magazine so thank you!

Anyway I'm off to prepare for Hauntinomics, I've got a final that I need to pass! See you all in the next issue ❤️

Also if you have any suggestions on who I should bring on next issue, or any questions for the ghouls, please lmk!

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Gomez Addams in my ENG102 notes <3

Gomez is so cool, I wish I had a dad.

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Part 6 will always be my favorite Jojo part, and it always has been (Jojolion is a close second imo). Anyway enjoy Ms. Cujoh 🧎

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And the angels wouldn't help you, because they've all gone away...

^ my reference image

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Don't use Barbies as reference, finding the Harley Davidson outfit was pain.

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