#edit I'm sleepy

[zimtlees]

i’m sooooo obsessed with your immoral orel he looks so miserable i need him so bad i mean WHAT 2)HJes who said that anyway if you have anymore head canons and drawings and literally anything to do with immoral orel plssss show 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I hope this counts, lmao.

Sigh... right, you're totally right, it's PRETTY PATHETIC AND STUPID ( when I love a character I insult them), and he also feels like that, aaaall the time, partly because of his own actions too.

If he makes a mistake, he'd remember something bad Christina did in the past and throw it back at her. (Yeah, he's pretty vindictive, he's got a selective memory for what he wants.)

If Clay talks about not being a good dad (COUGH COUGH) Orel would say something like, "Yeah, but at least I didn't shoot my son in the leg." (Actually, HE inflicts psychological damage on his kids too, but he's still bothered by Clay talking about it, he's totally blind to it and thinks he’s better.)

Christina often justifies her actions with her past too, haha, what a pair.

It's funny 'cause I have a million things in my head that I can't get done, I'm studying at the same time, but I've managed to draw quite a bit anyway. Aaagh, I need to make a comic (ANGST)

[lizardkingeliot]

i'm still not over the cheek smooch. i will never be over the cheek smooch.

[rollo-rolls]

If I don't share it now, I will share it never. Sooo here it is, my edit of female body (top and bottom). I had no idea it will be such a time and nerve consuming project. I love all @venusprincess-ts3 bodies but I wanted to make them more ea friendly when it comes to proportions. I chose my favourtie top and bottom and started a tedious adventure in Blender and Milkshape. I bring you the results today. There is one or two things that I wish to fix, but it's nothing that makes the body unusable. You get two versions of top - with and without 3d nipples. They're not perfectly morphed, but they look acceptable. (one of the fixes I wish to make at some point). More info below!

top polycount: 3,2k

bottom polycount: 2,4k

for young adult -> adult females

both top and bottom play nicely with custom body sliders

fully comptaible with any tops/bottoms you can think of

naked pics here: with custom skinblend/with default skin that I use

included .obj and .wso files for creators, if they wish to use the body for cc

underwear not included, I will make a seperate post

issue that bothers me the most (how bad it looks depends on body texture in that area) click (uncensored pic!)

original top x, original bottom x

SFS | PATREON

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[nanenna]

Meeting the Mayor

Sleepy King Master Post

Mayor Masters had left their little group waiting for far too long. It was clearly a power move, something Batman expected of someone like Lex Luthor, not the mayor of a small town that had been all but swallowed up by the nearby larger city. It was so predictable that he even started a mental countdown on when they would be allowed to meet Masters. He was, of course, right.

On entering the mayor’s office, Masters was sitting behind his desk, an oily smile spread across his face. He didn’t even stand to greet them. “Good afternoon, it’s not every day…” Masters trailed off as his face scrunched up. “Strawberry shortcake! Did some youths play a prank on you?”

Batman glanced briefly towards his fellow League members, they looked just as confused as he was. Diana squared her shoulders, “What do you mean?”

“You don’t…” Masters frowned as he looked them over, “Nevermind, my mistake. What did you want to discuss?” The man smiled brightly as he leaned over and pressed a button on a small desk fan, the blades whirred to life.

Diana smiled just as brightly and just as fakely as she sat down in front of his desk. “We’re here to make sure you’re aware of the resources the Justice League has made available to any municipal body.”

Constantine took his cue and lounged in the chair next to Diana while Batman chose to loom over her shoulder.

“Resources?” Masters asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, we understand that attacks on a “super villain�� level can leave a lot of collateral damage that smaller cities may struggle to repair, especially those that haven’t had to deal with such things before. The Justice League provides aid to anyone who applies.”

“Ah, how generous!” Masters gave a smile that made Batman’s skin crawl. “But I’m sure even you have limited funds, would not they be better left to those truly in need? As you’ve seen, our little town is doing just fine without your help.”

“And how is that?” Batman asked. “There’ve been reports of numerous attacks over the last two years, where is Amity Park getting the resources to repair the damage?”

“Believe it or not, ghosts are incorporeal and thus don’t cause as much collateral damage. Also, the appearance of ghosts has caused a spike in tourists, which has been quite the boost to our economy. And lastly, as the mayor is it not my civic duty to support my town, which I love so dearly? Of course I’ve been supplementing Amity’s budget, and I’ve been making sure to hire only local businesses to keep Amity Park’s money inside Amity Park.”

Batman narrowed his eyes. He chose not to mention that Vlad had only moved to Amity Park shortly before running for mayor, or that he had bought and combined a few local construction companies and has been using them exclusively. Certainly everything about the man was suspicious, but that wasn’t what they were here to talk about. Instead he pulled several pamphlets from his utility belt. “While you’ve been lucky so far, it would be in your best interests to be fully aware of the resources available to you and your fine town in case something larger scale happens.” Not that it hadn’t already, he couldn’t imagine anything larger scale than the entire town and neighboring city getting pulled into another dimension by an undead tyrant king.

While Batman and Diana painstakingly went over the pamphlets with Masters, who’s smile wilted more and more the longer they took, Constantine kept muttering under his breath and making motions with his hands where Masters couldn’t see them, staring intensely at the mayor the whole time. Batman was curious what he was seeing.

The wall suddenly burst, small bits of plaster and wood showering over Masters and the cape Batman had used to shield himself and his fellow League members.

“Vladdie!” A familiar voice called boisterously, “You won’t believe what happened! Oh, I didn’t know you had guests.”

Masters was brushing debris from his person as he spoke with clear disdain, “Yes, well, if you would use the door as. I’ve. Asked! Numerous time. This whole situation could be avoided.”

“Hello again,” Dr. Jack Fenton said cheerfully with a little wave. “What are you doing visiting Vladdie?”

“We were just ensuring Mayor Masters was aware of all the JL resources available to him,” Batman said as he let his cap fall back around his body.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Diana said brightly. “We also have support available for minors doing hero work, you wouldn’t happen to be able to get in contact with Phantom, would you?”

Dr. Madeline Fenton, along with both their children, approached as Diana asked her question. Masters’s eyes trailed over to the group before focusing back on the League members. “No, I’m afraid not. He’s a ghost, you know. Likely he spends most of his time in the Ghost Zone, only comes here to play around with his ghost friends and cause collateral damage.”

“Hey!” Danny said indignantly. “Phantom is a hero who’s working really hard to keep the town safe!”

“Yes yes,” Masters said while waving his hand at the family. “I know you and all your little friends think Phantom hung the moon and stars. Wait, shouldn’t you two be at school?”

“There was an incident,” Jack said proudly.

Masters sighed, “It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with these fine people, would it?” He waved at the League members as he spoke.

“Good guess, Vladdie!”

“I thought so.” Masters swept the pamphlets into his desk drawer. “Well thank you very much for your concern, I shall make sure to keep these in case we ever do need assistance. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to contact someone about repairing my wall. Have a lovely day.” Masters stood and simply walked through the busted wall with the Fenton family.

Batman watched them leave through narrowed eyes.

“Not the oddest town I’ve been in,” Diana remarked thoughtfully.

Batman simply turned to look in Constantine’s direction.

“The mayor is also dead as a doornail, but fully alive.”

“He also clearly smelled your demon blood,” Batman added.

Constantine nodded. “I'm getting all kinds of odd readings off the mayor, no I'm not explaining it. Just know he's weird, but still not as weird as the kid, though he's close."

"Should we not follow them?" Diana asked.

"I put trackers and bugs on all of them," Batman replied.

"'Course you did, mate."

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Man movie sonic sure do have a family huh

[dunmeshistash]

So basically, I went on a search for images of Laios, Marcille, and Falin and what i found is.....

The closer we get to the end of the manga, Marcille gets shorter??? I Think??? BUT she's very often depicted as being half a head shorter than Laios to make the spacing in panels more pleasing! In depictions of Marcille and the siblings, we get the little stair steps.

Granted, this is them sitting. It's not exactly even. I think Laios might be on a chair and Falin and Marcille are on the bed? AGAIN though, in most Laios and Marcille panels, she's half a head shorter than Laios

And also

And also

... guess what

GUESS WHOS ALSO HALF A HEAD TALLER THAN MARCILLE

Basically. I'm using this as my excuse for thinking Falin and Laios are basically the same height. Getting a character's height exactly right across hundreds of drawings isn't actually that important, making sure they stay relative to eachother is. Is Marcille is too tall in almost all the panels she's next to Laios? a head is around 20 cm tall, and Laios is 25 cm taller than her! I thought it might be the case but... Falin IS half a head taller than Marcille. 10 cm. So Maybe... maybe.....

Laios is too short in all of his panels. Marcille is the right height, its Laios. Look. Tade is 195 cm tall. She's 10 cm (the magic half a head) taller than Laios. and she's a head and a half taller than Marcille!! Laios' height is wrong!

Until the end of the manga when they stretch my boy out. Marcille's head comes to his chin, not his eyes or nose.

LAIOS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THIS TALL. HE'S A BIG GUY

Though this might be even too big?? Anyways. Thank you for letting me rant.

Let me say. It's really hard to find a picture of Marcille and Falin standing side by side. They're almost always hugging, or cuddling, or Marcille is leaning a lot into her, or they're bathing together, or laying on a bed. STAND UP STRAIGHT SO I CAN COMPARE HEIGHTS

The sizes of all the characters are elastic. They can shrink or swell to make a point for a panel, it can be a stylistic choice to make Izutsumi and Marcille the same size when they're getting along and it makes narrative sense to make Marcille taller when she's mothering her. There's a reason the character designs are so loved in the manga.

I respect the energy, it reminded me of this college humor sketch

Yeah it's probably for framing that they get so close together in height in most panels, sometimes it gets awkward to draw characters in their correct height so you end up going with what "feels right"? Plus the effects for storytelling like you mentioned

Here's the gang in this height chart again and yeah, Marcille is supposed to be whole head shorter than Laios, maybe he's was always squatting?

[roseadleyn]

Hi! May I get a yandere bertol axios x nonchalant willing reader? Where y/n is not bothered if he's too possessive and instead love him back?

dug this out the very bottom of my askbox,,,, here it is nonnie! a whole year or something later 🫶🏻

RED MEANS I LOVE YOU. || axion vergette

( / fan translation : berzet )

tw : blood, murder, two psychopaths in love ( how cute <3 )

'Axion?' You call upon waking up to an empty bed, tangled within the sheets. It was a little routine between the two of you for him to wake you and kiss you a good morning before he left for his duties, and Axion wasn't one to rise early either, so...

You pad out of bed, his shirt large and comfortable and sweetly familiar with his scent, looking for him in his office, his libraries. Nothing. Then, just as you resign yourself to worry, the huge, oak front doors creak open and your husband and lover walks in and you gasp.

He's covered in blood. Down his shirt, his jaw, his hands coated in the thick, viscous red. His teeth are gritted in irritation, but his eyes are strangely cold. He sighs heavily before his gaze finds you, fixed in place with horror and worry.

'Sweetheart.' His voice is enveloping, warm, but tired. It makes your heart throb with need and want and love. 'Why are you out of bed?'

'That sounds like something I should be asking you,' you object, moving closer to gently inspect his face for injuries, careful and concerned for him. He closes his eyes with a low hum of pleasure at your touch. 'I woke up in bed and you weren't there!'

He sighs again, irritable and weary, drawing you closer, arms tight around your waist, head on your shoulder. 'I was out for important work, darling.'

'I suppose that's why you're covered in blood, then. A massive paper cut.' You never talk back to him, but it just slipped back, and you wince instantly. 'S-sorry.'

He snorts at your snide remark. 'Remember, I don't appreciate that tone, sweetheart. But as I've scared you, I'll tell you. I was not busy with work concerning papers. With work concerning people.'

You draw back, frowning in puzzlement. 'I didn't leave the manor, Axion! I promise.'

'I know you didn't,' he laughed softly. 'Oh, no use in hiding it from you, little minx. I didn't appreciate your butler's... gaze.'

'Wh-what do you mean?' You don't understand him. You don't care about any butler! You don't think you care about anyone other than Axion. If that makes you an awful person, then so be it.

'He was looking so lovingly at you, didn't you notice?' His voice is condescendingly soft. 'All those lingering touches, all those sweet words. He was getting in our way.'

How dare he? Trying to get in your way? If he did harbor his stupid feelings for you he should've cared for your happiness and in turn, known you were happiest with Axion! Ridiculous man.

You curl up to him in his arms. 'He... He's dead, then.'

Axion doesn't answer. He does that, sometimes — if he doesn't want you to know a particular thing. But right now it's useless. You know just how much Axion loves you, but also... how ruthless he could be in that regard. There's no way that man lived.

But whatever. He isn't worth thinking of.

Your husband kisses your temple and carries you upstairs after that, quiet but attentive. You wash the blood off of him, huffing over the particularly stubborn bits, before you drag him to bed. Your heart swells as he settles beside you in your bed, the room glowing with the pale blue and golden shine of dawn, curtains drawn defiantly against the sun. He wraps an arm around your waist, and you sigh blissfully and lean into him.

'I love you.' He whispers softly into the crook of your neck, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

'I love you too,' you say instantly. Because you do. Despite the locks on your door. Despite the guards positioned everywhere around the house. Despite the shackles in the corner of the room, kept 'just in case' (they were just precautions, anyways. He'd never do that to you!). Despite the little flecks of red on his knuckles that you'd missed. Despite the bloody knife lying downstairs to be cleaned.

You do love him. Why wouldn't you?

[pointbreakvhs]

Most Excellent Comfort

Something I wrote for @scarlettspectra 🤍

Pairing : Ted Theodore Logan x female!reader Genre : angst, comfort

It was a rainy afternoon at a record store. It was soon your friend's birthday and you wanted to find something original for them, so you headed to the closest shop in your district. The place was small, cozy and inviting. Dim lighting, quiet atmosphere. No customers were around except for a tall, lanky guy searching through the rock, hard rock, and metal record crate.

You started looking for pop vinyls nearby, hoping to surprise your friend with another record as well. Beside you, the tall guy was focused, flipping through the crates with a serious expression. It seemed tough to find anything worth digging through.

As you started digging, you tried not to bother him, but you couldn’t ignore how close he was. Curious, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

He was cute—a mop of dark brown hair, soft freckles dotted across his nose, pale skin, and deep chocolatey eyes. Absolutely adorable.

Still digging through the records, you suddenly heard him sigh in frustration.

"That’s totally heinous…” he muttered bitterly, blinking absentmindedly as he suddenly stopped searching.

You realized you’d been staring. He turned his head and met your gaze. For a few seconds, you both just looked at each other, lips parted. You felt yourself drown into the rich brown honey of his eyes. He also smelled like strawberry baby shampoo.

“Um…” he began sheepishly, blinking and stuttering.

“Y-yeah?” you replied, entranced by his cuteness.

“Dudette... I can’t find the record I want. Totally bogus.”

That sweet California surfer slang.

He chuckled nervously, running a large hand through his messy locks. His awkwardness only made him more endearing.

“Can’t you ask the seller for what you’re looking for?” you suggested, tilting your head, still smiling.

He nervously avoided your gaze, looking anywhere else, fidgeting with his large hands.

“Oh, they told me all the records are in the bins.” He paused, then his deep eyes returned to yours.

“Really wanted my Mötley Crüe record and was hoping to find more of their stuff, but there’s none.Totally bogus.”

You both started chatting after that, and you told him you were hunting for a cool pop record for your friend.

Since then, you’d been meeting up with him. You learned he worked at a fast-food restaurant and lived in an apartment with his best friend, Bill.

==========

Ted's rich honey-brown eyes bore into yours as a genuine, lopsided smile spread across his lips. Now he was cheering you up about your driving test. You hadn’t passed twice, but he was sure you’d pass this time.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’ll totally succeed this time!”

His heartwarming enthusiasm was contagious. Yet you couldn't stop the depreciative thoughts racing through your mind. He felt the shift in your mood.

“Aw, dudette, that test was, like, totally bogus! But you’re way smarter than some dumb mistakes. You’ll crush it next timet!”

You felt the tears sting your eyes as you tried hard to hold them back. A surge of anger, embarrassment, and profound sadness struck you all at once. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you blinked back the tears again and again.

"It's okay to be bummed out, dudette. But you're, like, most triumphant at everything else, so this is just a minor bogus bummer."

You couldn’t hold back the tears. They streamed down your cheeks, hot and heavy. A moment later, strong, warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you gently into a comforting hug. Ted smelled faintly of... well, burgers and baby shampoo—mostly just... him. Safe.

“What if we just, like, went for fries and a movie? Or a most excellent air guitar session?"

He offered lightheartedly with a gentle smile, pulling back and looking at your teary eyes. Besides failing the driving test, you hadn’t been feeling great lately—for reasons you couldn’t explain. And you hated that feeling.

As your lips parted and you were about to talk, a lump formed in your throat and more tears streamed down your cheeks. Misery and despair.

He didn’t say anything at first. Then he pulled you back into a hug. He just held you close, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.

“Dudette,” he said softly, his voice low near your ear, “I know this totally sucks. But you’re, like, the most excellent person I know. A couple of bogus tests don’t change that. You’re gonna nail it next time, I swear.”

You sniffled, pulling back just enough to meet his honey-brown eyes. They were so warm, so full of belief in you, it almost hurt to look at them. You felt truly pathetic. You leaned into the hug, crying more freely, releasing the pent-up frustration.

"It's okay, dudette. Just let it out."

You felt safe in his arms.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady your voice as you slowly calmed down

"It's... it's not just the test, Ted," your voice cracking, the words catching in your throat. "I just... I haven't been feeling great lately."

Ted gave you a lopsided smile, his deep eyes boring into yours.

"Sometimes a most excellent movie and some fries can, like, totally help when you're feeling sad.”

His optimism made your heart warm and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Thanks, Ted. That sounds actually… most excellent right now.”

Ted's smile widened, genuine and bright. He just held you for a moment longer, his arm a reassuring weight around your shoulders. His hand, warm and calloused, found yours, giving it a light squeeze.

His eyes, still full of that unwavering belief, softened even more as they held your gaze. He paused, his usual flamboyant energy settling into a quiet intensity.

“Hey, dudette?" he began, his voice dropping slightly. "Listen, even when things are, like, totally bogus, just... knowing you're around makes everything more excellent for me. You're... you're pretty awesome, and not just in a friend way."

A blush suddenly bloomed on your cheeks as his words hung in the air, transforming the comfort into something new—something hopeful.

As if realizing he'd gotten serious for too long, his usual enthusiasm came back.

"Excellent!" he beamed, already moving toward the entrance of the flat with a buoyant energy that was, as always,contagious. "What kind of most triumphant movie are we thinking? And then, fries!"

[tomlinfonda]

TEDTRENT + checking each other out

[mari-lair]

Interesting question!

Hanako's lack of communication will absolutely be the main problem with poly (same with kou btw) but because he is so painfully obvious when he is possessive, it won't be a big issue.

Take this scene for example: Nene cheer up Kou after he loses to one of Mitsuba's supernatural arm allies. She is very cheerful and cute! Holding Kou's hand.

Hanako gets jelly by this and inserts himself between the two. He even put his hands on top of theirs.

And this jealousy is instantly killed when Kou and Nene accept his inclusion, Kou even put a hand on top of Hanako's and the ghost isn't bothered by that at all.

The thing about Hanako possessiveness is that while it have started as the typical "Nene is mine, shuush shuush!" feeling with Kou.

It has slowly morphed into "You make me happy so it's alright if you make Nene happy too."

Hanako's smile is genuine after he scared them here, this wasn't a successful "I must separate them!" plan, he just wanted to spook his favorite humans.

The most recent hints of possessiveness I could find felt less like "Don't get near her!!" and more like "don't leave me behind..."

Take his despair when he fantasies of Kou and Nene going to a festival together and having fun.

He is genuinely bothered by the idea of the two getting cozy, but it's less about them having fun together, and more about them having fun without him.

He recovers super quickly when he finds a way to go to a festival with them both after all. Check how he has a tiny blush when Kou is doing well at one of the games.

(Zoom on the blush cause Im insane)

And he clap when Nene tell Kou he is cool instead of trying to downplay what he did or push Nene away from 'the guy nene fond cool'

Even on chap 96 cover (so after his 'i want to be the one to save you. Not kou, me.'), he is still trying to be part of Kou and Nene's high five, not push Kou away.

Speaking of the 'i want to be your savior' panel, during his vent, Hanako pictures Kou with Nene, both framed in the light while he is behind in the shadows: He considers his solution, his 'ideal' scenario, dark and corrupted.

So he does have a desperate sort of possessiveness of Nene/envy of Kou that he isnt proud of.

If a miracle happens and Nene's lifespan increases, he'll become a temporary presence in her life and he wants more than that. Kou already has so much: He can walk her to school, he can grow up with her, he can give her happiness for the rest of his life, but Hanako can't. He is on a timelimit, dead since they met.

He wants to leave a lasting impact, to give meaning to their short relationship and to his empty afterlife, forever haunted by being a killer.

When he thinks too hard about his situation, he becomes restless.

So, while poly would be a very nice "we are a team, we won't leave you behind" reassurance for him. He will need to be convinced that he is a 'forever' to them and that is... very hard to comfort him on.

Hanako is a closed guy though, so he wouldn't go in dept about any of these insecurities.

Nene and Kou would still be somewhat aware of it though, because he is loud about how sad he is by his inability to leave school, only able to sulk and wait while Kou and Nene are out in each others houses or going on dates and having so much fun without him...

Which Nene and Kou would always try to cheer him up by going to any boundary Hanako want! Like the after school beach chapter!

Which does help!

As for Hanako being possessive of Kou... I feel like that would eventually happen (have you seen Hanako?? he is a ball of clingy possessiveness) but it would take some time.

Hanako is a 60s kid, he have a lot of internal homophobia (same with Kou btw but lets only focus on Hanako for now) so when the 'lets date each other!!' idea happened they most definitively pretended that this poly arrangement is two bros sharing Nene cause she like them both and they both like her and trust each other so everyone is happy :D

Hanako will need a mini arc to go 'maybe i can flirt with guys even when i'm not in my girl form.'

And if by some miracle he talks to Kou about his 'I trust you so much and it scares me' issue, (which is unlikely but maybe Nene can push him in the right direction, she is good at making him open up) and they sort thingd out, Hanako will be unbearable.

Look how clingy he used to be! It would get 10 tines worse.

[calamitoustide]

Interlinked Chapter Two

He finds himself back upstairs in the bedroom and flickers on the light. He's met with a messy bed and tangled sheets. There are clothes on the floor and James can't let himself stop and realize why they're on the floor. He goes to his beside table instead, yanking open the drawer and looking through it. Besides a bunch of old muggle receipts and handwritten notes he can't bring himself to read he finds nothing. He's walking over to Regulus' side when a voice comes from the doorway that makes him jump out of his fucking skin.

"Okay, what are you doing?" Regulus sighs, "You're acting weird."

James tenses for a moment as he's turning around. He bites his cheek, fuck it, "Have you seen my wand?"

Regulus blinks, "Your wand?" He asks slowly.

James hums, "Have you seen it?"

"I—" Regulus scoffs, shaking his head, "James, if you start referring to your dick as your wand I'm going to break up with you."

"What!" James exclaims, "No!"

"What are you talking about then?" Regulus asks, crossing his arms as he leans on the doorway.

"My wand," James repeats.

Regulus shoots him a confused look, "What wand?"

[heatherfield]

Are you ready to commit? [insp] a) a crime b) to the bit c) to a relationship d) all of the above

Bromtilda in Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story [x]

Bonus: e) murder

[lizardkingeliot]

That can’t be all there is.

[choccorin]

thinking about haruka who loves when someone scratches his back while he sleeps ... like, imagine the two of you on the couch and haruka is laying on his side while his head placed on your lap, you give him soft scratches on his back from his nape down to his lower back and you swear you could hear him purring. he, sometimes, drool in his sleep while you do this but, you don't tell him because he'll most likely get embarrassed and won't lay his head on your lap anymore.

[soft-creativity]

Greetings isat Tumblr, today I gift you: Brick, but this time drawn by me

This is my first time actually drawing siffrin, let alone in my style, so I mostly used the previous version as a reference, but it's not a direct copy. There's also a black and white

Enjoy :D

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Bullets by Tunng x The Terror

Bullets by Tuung because ever since @kelpywheat brought it back to my attention I have been unearthing this like quartz. Bit by bit but I like it (even tho did occur to me an edit like this might already exist but oh well)