#askthekujojo

[dailykars]

CLOWN GANG CLOWN GANG CLOWN GANG

feat. @noriyucky @askthekujojo and @wackkak

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@askrohan join us

[the7thcard]

@askthekujojo // [x]

[[ I’M SORRY I HAD TO DO THIS I AM CRYING

I also want to point out that I swear I didn’t trace the last photo for the fluke? I did it via muscle memory so it looks damn near exactly the same when I look at them side by side..]]

[reimisugimotosblog]

Hey, Mr. Kujo! Can I paint your nails? I found these at the corner store. They’re dolphin nail decals!!

@askthekujojo

[askkgnocchi-blog]

@askrohan @askthekujojo @ask-kak-yo-ween @wackkak @noriyucky @abadlydrawntrish | clown1.png, clown2.png

[oppoison-art]

Pretty sure this is what’s been happening today. @askthekujojo @noriyucky @rohanscock

[ask-elaine-caster-jojo-oc]

Sorry if im a little late to your wedding @askthekujojo. It was so hard trying to find a dress, and was i figuring out a gift for you. I have the gift in the car, but ill give you it after the wedding. 😋😊😊😊

[notsodaily-smolkakyoin]

Happy birthday kid

“I got a bit left!”

@askthekujojo

[jjba-ocean-man]

@askthekujojo

((I got!!! Really inspired by their,,, reincarnation au art and I’m... in love so I hhh wrote! Something inspired by it a lot! Here’s their art!!))

It’s not that I hate it. The sea. There’s something about it that’s beautiful.

Sometimes I walk out to the beach, without thinking, sometimes not even breathing. I take a breath of air and taste the salt on my tongue, the wind stinging my eyes, and the feeling of sand beneath my feet. I hear the sea roaring, and I see the waves that crash against the shore.

If I walk towards it I hear the cry of gulls overhead, see the crabs run past my legs and I feel at home. Like I know it.

As if I can reach my arms out and the water will swallow me whole and embrace me.

But once I touch the water I see red.

Crimson red.

The color of blood, and I can’t. I can’t go near the sea. It terrifies me. I hear screaming in my head and I feel the earth shake beneath me.

Sometimes I hear a girl’s cries. I don’t know her but my heart aches.

Sometimes I see the sky spinning, and the stars above the water swirl, and the sun streaking across the sky like a comet.

A hand touches my shoulder and I have to pull away, away from the ocean. Away from those memories I don’t own. They scare me.

It’s cold. The water, my thoughts. It makes me feel sick afterwards. I can’t. I can’t ever go to the sea. I hate it. I hate how beautiful it is. I hate how terrifying it is. And I hate these memories that plague my mind.

Though I’m still here. I still look to the sea. Feel the wind blowing in my hair, and I run. I run towards it, I nearly slipped on the rock. But I stand there, out of breath and legs shaking, and I feel the waves crash and rise around me.

But I’m here.

Even though I hate the sea, I stare into the blue, and I’m here. I’m here...