HELLO i am jay and this is my personal tumblr!! i draw sometimes and post dumb things mostly i guess! said things are usually from my fandoms, and these include:
nabari no ou
HOW!!! HOW SCARY IS SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN i
i really want to watch it but at the same time i get scared really easily?? i haven’t watched anything particularly scary recently to use as an example, though shin sekai yori was pretty distressing…
i hear shinkyo is really good so i’m really torn o<—< like just.. how bad is it…. i want to mentally prepare myself…
JMW Turner, romantic artist best known for his tormented seascapes and brilliant usage of light in his paintings.
Also, as this self portrait shows, a total dreamboat.
And then the scorpion burst into flame. A brilliant crimson glow.
And by the light of his burning body, he lit up the night forever.
I played Hatoful Boyfriend + Holiday Star in quick succession and then read Ginga Tetsudou no Yoru and now I’m all about burning scorpions
The colour and composition really bother me welp o<-<………
As some of you know I’m a student in Japan. I’m not rich and I’m only here because of a scholarship, but I could really use some more money right now. I’ve spoken to a few people about this already, and if I have ignore, but is anyone interested in buying things from Japan through me?
I will try to make it as cheap as possible in order to compete with other people, but I want to be really personal about the prices — So if there’s anything you want, send me a message on tumblr and we can sort out the price? I’ll be the first to admit I’m no professional, but I’m reliable and personal and I’m willing to communicate.
So do not hesitate to ask!
All transactions would be through paypal.
I’ll probably make a more sophisticated and formal post later when I get more serious about it, but if you’d like get started getting something right away, I can definitely help!
SIGNAL BOOSTING HERE TOO help chi she’s great and what’s better than deputy services for japanese merch (not much)
hatoful boyfriend more like sticking your hand into your chest, ripping out your still-beating heart, and hoping desperately to never feel anything again