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alienorchids · 12 days

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+ISOLATION - 診察記録-2005

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#my scan #+isolation #isolation #shinsatsu kiroku #2005 #tomozo #luna #2006 #iryou kei #visual kei #vkei #vk #jrock #dvd

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fuck-yeah-tomozo · 6 months

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#tomozo #sulfuric acid #+isolation #vkei #visual kei #sulfuric acid tomozo #tomozo sulfuric acid

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blamhoney · 9 months

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#visual kei #vkei #band #sulfuric acid #masaki #tomozo

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graphicpolicy · 21 days

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Preview: Speed Grapher Vol. 1

Speed Grapher Vol. 1 preview. In the seedy underworld of a supernatural Tokyo, a troubled former war photographer attempts to save a gifted fifteen-year-old girl from a sinister cabal #comics #comicbooks #manga #graphicnovel

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#gonzo #manga #speed grapher #titan manga #tomozo

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jestersroute66 · 10 months

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ヤンコビク

#weird al #weird al yankovic #art #fanart #weird al fanart #vkei #tomozo from +isolation as reference #vkei art #shironuri

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dancers-7 · 2 years

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Hinamizawa Teiryuujo: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Genten by Tomozo and Ryukishi07

#higurashi #higurashi when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni #rika furude #mangacap #my edit #img desc in alt text

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ljaesch · 9 months

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Titan Comics to Release the Speed Grapher Manga in Print in April 2024

Titan Comics has announced that it will publish Tomozo’s manga adaptation of Gonzo’s Speed Grapher anime in print in English. The first volume will launch in April 2024, and is available for pre-order on Amazon and Forbidden Planet. The story is described as: In the seedy underworld of a supernatural Tokyo, a troubled former war photographer attempts to save a gifted 15-year-old girl from a…

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#manga #Speed Grapher #Titan Comics

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multipotentialversatile · 1 year

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Noel: My name is Noel Belmondo, please return Rosella to us, you childish emos. Noel needed Rosella.

Tomozo: “Why? We will do that? We need her even more. “

Chikyu: You kept striking us even in her dreams.

Reicador: “How dare you luring her again with your cursed traps.”

Keiko: Noel, listen! Because of Rosella got weaken so she won’t able to fight back the house boy.

Satoshi: The questions are Why you are the caused of bad luck when you are around? We can’t even work when you are around.

Isaji: Rosella’s virginity, fortunes, properties, her appearances, her name and her legacies will be fell in the hands of that vessel of your evil friend. Like she will end up like our adopted grand children.

Daisuke: Yeah! >:(

Kaede: We are protecting her from your evilness.

Sekai Kurai: You monster. You are the real monster. Causing of evil bad luck will never forgivable and forgettable.

Keiko: “That means you are the real trouble maker.”

Aquamarine: We are not offending your franchises, we defending and protecting her from harm’s way like bad luck.”

Yoko: *ignores and rolls eyes*

Momoko: “Guys! Do not waste your time seriously with the meanie, it’s obvious troll it’s obvious, look at his brother the CV asshole the possessed and kept saying nonsense on every communities and groups. Precisely the spirits wants to destroy KH and FF for its spirits’ amusements.”

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kanisema-blog · 3 days

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Disappointment gnawed at me as I stared at the monstrosity on the projector screen. Arc Tomozo, the enigmatic CEO of Tomozo Technologies, had a reputation for being a stickler for detail, a perfectionist to the nth degree. But this? This monstrosity of a company logo redesign was an insult to graphic design itself.

I, Hana Haetsal, had built my reputation on flawless event planning, from meticulously crafted galas to splashy product launches. This logo reveal, however, was turning into a full-blown disaster. The colors clashed like a toddler's finger painting gone wrong, and the font resembled something a drunken pirate might scrawl on a bar napkin.

Arc Tomozo, impeccably dressed in his usual charcoal suit, stood beside the projector, a faint furrow in his brow. Even from this distance, I could sense the repressed frustration radiating off him. Our initial interactions hadn't exactly been smooth sailing. He was all curt efficiency, while I thrived on creativity and a dash of chaos.

As the awkward silence stretched, I knew I had to salvage the situation. Taking a deep breath, I marched to the front of the room.

"Mr. Tomozo," I began, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands, "while I appreciate the…bold direction of this design, I believe it might not resonate well with the target audience."

The room held its breath. Arc Tomozo turned towards me, his sharp gaze pinning me like a butterfly to a board. To my surprise, a flicker of something akin to amusement danced in his eyes.

"Bold, is it?" he drawled, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

Thus began our war – or rather, a tempestuous dance. Over the next few weeks, we clashed over every detail – color palettes, venue layouts, even the type of hors d'oeuvres served. He, the emperor with an iron fist, and I, the tenacious event planner determined to get things right.

But amidst the arguments, a grudging respect blossomed. I began to see the brilliance beneath his stoicism, his unwavering commitment to excellence. He, in turn, saw my ability to translate his vision into an immersive experience, my knack for weaving a narrative through every detail.

One rainy evening, after a particularly brutal back-and-forth over floral arrangements (peonies or hydrangeas? The debate raged on), we found ourselves huddled over takeout boxes, strategizing for an upcoming product launch. As we worked, a comfortable silence settled between us, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of rain on the window.

In that moment, I realized the animosity had morphed into something else entirely. A spark of understanding, a connection forged in the crucible of our creative battles. Our love story wasn't a fairytale meet-cute, but a slow burn fueled by intellectual sparring and a mutual respect for each other's expertise.

The product launch, a dazzling display of innovation and artistry, became a testament to our unlikely collaboration. Arc Tomozo, the CEO who craved control, and I, the event planner who thrived on chaos, had found a harmony in our dissonance. As the final notes of the celebratory music faded, Arc turned to me, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"Perhaps," he conceded, "peonies wouldn't have been so bad after all."

And in that shared victory, under a sky washed clean by rain, our love story, born from a mutual dislike of a terrible logo design, bloomed into something beautiful and unexpected.

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fuck-yeah-tomozo · 6 months

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