Moon's Haunted @moons---haunted - Tumblr Blog

Hello my loves! I’m Jai (like lie not lay), I got here just in time to wish most of you farewell from my fair city, I hope Nola treated y’all well! I’m a makeup artist, so I’m here to help you all be the wildest versions of yourselves. I’m also a pencils-and-paper type artist too, so there’ll probably be photos of weird stuff I drew floating around at some point too. I love spooky stuff and conspiracy theories, my heart and soul belong to Stitch, and I can talk about my dogs for days. Come let me love you @ jai.lformother!

#us.intro #jai of newt

I completely totally agree with that post about men being vocal, but still every time I see it my brain goes

#caps #gif

Is it vain to have my own drawings on my wall? Oh well, too sleepy to care

#us.selfie #jai of newt #body image

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Please google crocodile skinks

I love them

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Small and loving dragons with hoards of friends

#I love the baby dragons #reptiles

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oddityball

I LOVE THAT THEY KEEP PICKING UP MORE OMG

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Man, The Spiderverse movie looks rough as hell.

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can you imagine being at this con dressed as spiderman and this caravan passes by and you’re like “…I gotta go” and leave your friends in the dust

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“It’s my destiny”

#masks #long post #spiders #just in case #caps

moons---haunted

Hello my loves! I’m Jai (like lie not lay), I got here just in time to wish most of you farewell from my fair city, I hope Nola treated y’all well! I’m a makeup artist, so I’m here to help you all be the wildest versions of yourselves. I’m also a pencils-and-paper type artist too, so there’ll probably be photos of weird stuff I drew floating around at some point too. I love spooky stuff and conspiracy theories, my heart and soul belong to Stitch, and I can talk about my dogs for days. Come let me love you @ jai.lformother!

#reblogging myself for dem sweet sweet likes

Time to intro for the loves of my life, so! From left to right, we have: Cymber, the eldest, the grumpiest, and the most done with your shit, her expressions always make me laugh.

Atlas, the baby, he always wants to play, and in his opinion, getting groomed with the vacuum cleaner is the most fun thing ever.

Embry, the older of the middle children, she’s gentle, full of love, and is eternally happy as long as she’s not alone.

Archer, the younger middle child, full of sass, thinks he’s the boss, spends most of his time at my heels, and I still can’t figure out if he’s following me or herding me, but it makes him happy, so I’m happy.

#cymbal #big book #fire but make it jazzy #robin hood

Oh, are we talking middle names? My short first name is made up for with 2 middle names; Jai Sahir Mahdi Alavi

I just noticed I fucked up my gh in my intro, I fixed it, but just in case, it's actually jai.lformother lol

moons---haunted

Who’s awake at 4 am and wants a friend?

moons---haunted

It’s no longer 4 am, but I’m still looking for friends

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use my generator and find out your sexy monstersona, babes

#weirdly happy quote unquote deer #I love this

Who’s awake at 4 am and wants a friend?

I was totally organized, got my intro drafted and everything, then I took a nap that lasted til 2 am so I guess my intro will wait til morning

The login button is green now and I don’t think I like it

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Character concept: The “foreigner” of the group is this big, burly, massive and intimidating dude from a distant rural village who calls the people he likes and trusts “sweetheart”, “darling” and “my sweet dear friend.” Men, women, children, a machine, if you’re good to work with he has called you “sunshine.”

At some point he first makes the connection people find it weird, and explains it was probably a regional thing, verbal expressions of affection are abundant where he was raised. But he can definitely stop if it makes people uncomfortable. But everyone in the team is like

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#I I just totally melted #cats #tigers

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.