#names like elegy

[aphyray]

Something's coming... 👀

The Hunter's Elegy. Deadname ghosts and name necromancy in a dystopian future. A private detective novel full of cover-ups, cults, and penance. #acab

Starring discredited cold case documentary maker Reese Keyes and his justifiably egotistical new boss, private investigator Hunt Cheroneau, who's having him record their every arrogant word while the two of them solve a case that cuts far far deeper than either of them are prepared for.

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The extremely visceral cover art there is by the very talented @morggo. Go check out their work! It's sick as hell!

[puzzlebug]

trying to make avie more exaggerated. also she can be a dragon thing now just for fun ft the ugliest cat i’ve ever drawn

[batemanofficial]

hello upper middle class northern usamerican tumblr user. i want to play a game. you will notice that you are in a super america convenience store in rural kentucky - you have three minutes to purchase a snack and drink of your choice and make normal small talk with the cashier. however, if you use the word "cryptid" or generally make reference to appalachia and its inhabitants as "wild", uncivilized, or lacking restraint around alcoholic beverages during your time here, i will personally tie you to the chassis of a four wheeler and tip it into the river. live or die. make your choice

[the-adventures-of-dave]

do you have a name we can refer to you by? (tbh I’ve mostly been referring to you as Dave also)

Honestly I think most people in online cat circles refer to me as Dave 😂 Elsewhere online I go by Wren!

[lambofasolidor]

@tarnishedxknight - continued from here

Cygni remained crouched as her head spun - her blood pounding in her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut. She was almost afraid to move. Afraid if she did, she would find something broken. Find that the crash had done more harm than she could tell. It had been far from ideal to be sure, but what had to be done had to be done...

She opened her eyes as she heard the sound of someone struggling, and her pain dissipated with the jolt of panic through her heart. She heaved herself to her feet, ignoring the sudden lurch of her stomach as she clenched her teeth to keep from vomiting, and moved to Basch's side as he slumped over. Her vision slowly coming back into focus as she grabbed hold of his arm, and touched one hand to his cheek. Whatever pain and discomfort she felt fell away as she examined him - as her mind sharpened - and she resisted the urge to lay a tender kiss upon his forehead. Ignored the surge of relief and joy that filled her chest just at the sight of him alone, and instead focused on taking count of his haggard state.

That alone turned her joy into utter heartbreak.

"Dee-deep breaths for me," she whispered, and did well to hide the way her voice wanted to shake. Did well to steady the tremor in her hands as she did her best to force her attention away from his frail frame. Gods, he was so thin... And the raw flesh that had been eaten away from the restraints of his cage-- "'Tis only- only me, Basch. I- I have you, now." I will not let you go again. "Ste-steady. Let- let me take- take care of you."

It was easy enough, to allow her magic to flow through her hands. For her to direct it into him, as her brow furrowed in concentration and as her breathing slowed. As her own aches faded into nothing, with her attention only on healing someone as dear as he. But Cygni met his gaze as his eyes slowly opened, and--

A smile tugged at her lips - filled with relief despite the way her heart ached for him - and as tears of relief pricked at her eyes. And hearing her name fall from his lips...

Oh, it was so good to see his smile again.

"I- I am here," she soothed, and briefly permitted a moment's affection by brushing her thumb over his cheek. Her gaze flicked briefly to the scar that marred his face and ear, and she felt her heart begin to break all over again. It was not difficult to see the torture he had suffered, but to know the bad blood between him and Gabranth...

She dare not allow herself to think of such things.

Instead, Cygni kept focus on Basch. On her magic surging through her and into him, and on their surroundings. Ever painfully aware now of the quiet that descended upon them, and the waking fear of being caught by Archadian soldiers. But she would not rush him, not when he could barely even open his eyes. She doubted there would be trouble from Archadians just yet, with how far they had fallen. "Keep your- your focus on- on me. I- I need you to- to stay awake for- for me a- a little longer. We- we can rest once we- we return to- to Dalmasca."

[it-is-no-desert]

back on my bullshit and sketching baby robots, having lots of fun, brb

[artheresy]

Made a renheng edit to Curses by Crane Wives and I feel great,

I can and will connect The Crane Wives to any fandom I’m in, Curses IS a Renheng song

The edit^^

[neednothavehappenedtobetrue]

also, and this isn't interesting to anybody, but Amy Cavalier's* new character tag is "this ship says my name like an elegy"

I'm still debating on a character tag for Lee West-Moreno** because "you don't love me? big fucking deal" feels like reducing them to the part of themselves that they hate the most, and the narrative forces them to contend with that part a lot but my tagging system doesn't have to.

Elly Moreno/Owens/O'Hara*** is still "live girls dance, dead men float."

the other three protagonists of this novel**** also need tags (it's a heist novel, there are a lot of POV's).

*she's fun! neuroscientist, recent hard pivot from True Neutral to Chaotic Good. she's going to destroy the evil corporation she used to work for and also Lee's marriage. lying about several significant things, but it's for Good Reasons, so how mad can you get?

**they're fun, too! they want so badly to be a good guy. unfortunately, helping destroy an evil corporation doesn't cancel out cheating on your wife. (yes, Amy, even if the corporation is hurting thousands of people and you only have one wife). steering towards the unpleasant revelation that someone they love played them like a Rubix cube.

***also fun! making a valiant attempt to do, if not less crime, then at least significantly less murder. keeps changing her name every time she has a major life trauma. also steering right towards some unpleasant arguments about the nature of honesty.

****also featuring:

Anastasia, who has wildly miscalibrated on "just because you told me about your childhood trauma within 35 minutes of meeting me doesn't mean I have to tell you my real name before we sleep together, right?"

Charlotte, the ship's nonverbal pilot who's gonna sue her mom with the crime money

and Maggie, who is fresh off of solving her Complicated Dad's complicated murder and may or may not be Processing about it still. all three of these women are exceptionally badbrains but Ana's never been institutionalized about it.

[lightinxthedark]

((tag drop 6

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[omniversentertwined]

Anonymous asked:

never have i ever caught someone else doing something embarrassing

ㅤㅤSomething embarrassing..?

ㅤㅤ" There was one time I caught Ames doing a little roleplaying with herself. I won't get into the really gritty details so I can save her dignity -- especially since it took a lot of promising not to tell a soul what I heard for her to come out from under all the blankets she immediately buried herself under. " A short snicker, a raised glass for a toast, and she takes a shot.

Total count: 1

ㅤㅤ" I..do not believe I can be certain. I believe I have witnessed others expressing what could be defined as ' embarrassment, ' but as for whether or not I have caught someone..doing something embarrassing..? Hm.. " A thoughtful stare at her wine..before she takes a drink. " For the sake of a just in case, I suppose. "

Total count: 1

ㅤㅤ" Hnn.. " Witnessing someone else..? He'd made a fool of himself, before. He'd witnessed others do foolish things, in turn. Something embarrassing, though..? Ah, maybe if he considered the beginning of this journey, the start of a year.. So excited about the wildlife around her..the cliff she nearly walked herself off of... With no more than a hum, he's lifting a glass of whatever liquid courage this stranger had ordered for him -- taking a sip and trying not to gurgle through the cringe, after. Ugh, what a disgusting flavor...

Total count: 1

ㅤㅤ" Wahh...I think I've probably done more embarrassing things than anybody else I know.. I guess there was this one guy who wanted to try and impress a friend of mine, so he tried to perform a trick in front of all of us.. "

ㅤㅤ" He didn't um,,really make it the way I think he wanted to? So..when he jumped back, he didn't stick the landing and fell pretty hard on his face. He! Was okay, though! Really scratched up but he didn't lose any teeth or anything, and he got up and tried to laugh it off.. But! Um! I think it worked out for him, too, because she was willing to trade numbers with him, after! I dunno how well they've been talking, though..I haven't really asked her about it, since.. "

ㅤㅤAh -- right, there were supposed to be drinks with this, too, right? Her experience with alcohol wasn't exactly....great, but.. It wasn't supposed to be terrible when it was mixed in with juices and stuff, so..? She's taking a sip..!

Total count: 1

ㅤㅤ" Oh -- haha.. I think it's normal to catch someone doing something somewhat embarrassing, at least once.. I won't embarrass them a second time, here, so I apologize if you were looking forward to a story.. Embarrassing or not, however, we all may do things that we look back on with varying amounts of humility or regret.. Feeling such things only means we have changed from those experiences though, right..? We continually grow and develop.. It's a wonderful thing, don't you think..? " Already on a better note, she pours another.

Total count: 3

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors:)

(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love. https://blog-name-idk.tumblr.com/post/698824503640391680/ right-hook-line-and-sinker Addicted To You: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32664145 Tempo: Your boyfriend fucks you on his drum set. https://bratkook.tumblr.com/post/144191552646/tempo-m-jjk Tied Up: Jungkook would do absolutely anything you asked. which is how he found himself on his back, arms tied up above his head, with you perched on his lap and a look on your face that meant trouble. https://bratkook.tumblr.com/post/643127168708362240/tied-up-m-jjk Choke Me: Now that the line between peeping tom and teasing neighbor had been crossed, entering into mutually beneficial territory, Jungkook feels less wary about asking you to wrap your pretty hands around his throat. https://bratkook.tumblr.com/post/637989694134681600/choke-me-m-jjk Romance Me: Jungkook isn’t well versed in kink terminology and has absolutely no idea what this would be classified as, but whatever this was, he was very much into it. https://bratkook.tumblr.com/post/679578233835012096/a-short-concrete-couple-drabble-pairing-jungkook Gingerbread Man: Baker, widower, and single father Jungkook's life is changed forever by an unexpected large order. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21696316/chapters/51747916 The Summer Of Your Heart: Jungkook likes karaoke and things that are a little older https://archiveofourown.org/works/24687712/chapters/59662753 Demon Dogs: Nothing odd about handsome devils hawking foot-longs. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22871287 Sugarplum Elegy: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. https://bymoonchild.tumblr.com/post/187313379041/sugarplum-elegy-m

[puzzlebug]

the real theme of eve2 is actually tragic sibling trios. i’ve hidden this behind the veneer of odd religiously devoted lesbians

[khuzena]

Elegy of the hopeless, a savior’s love

Pairing: Sunday & You (g/n)

Synopsis: There will come a day when you will have to choose between fleeting love and lifelong devotion. There was a clear gap between you two. Sunday, the former head of the Family in Penacony, an outcast. You, some nobody who aims to make it big someday, just a nobody. Both outcasts, both commoners. However, Sunday will always be the savior of the people, a man who devotes himself for the freedom and peace of mankind. And you? Someone who’s story is meant to take a different road.

C.w: Angst, trauma, happy ending, he needs therapy, I change my mind you both need therapy

Note: This was written 23 minutes before the release date of 2.7, there may not be any accuracies since I want to write this fanfic as a tribute for Sunday to guarantee a higher chance of getting him with my sad 89 pulls. Thanks.

Sunday was a man who once prided himself for being righteous.

However, the said Halovian was no longer a priest, no longer the decorated head of the Family. Despite this, not once had he abandoned his values, not once had he forsaken the dream he once dreamed as a child, to sing odes of hope and to bring salvation to those who maybe or maybe not worthy of paradise.

He who walks the path of the nameless, will one day make a name for himself. He will carve his own place in paradise, even if the world no longer deems him as a prophet.

Yet, he hadn’t expected falling for someone. Someone of your stature.

Before you both knew it, your affections for each other grew, and so was his devotion for you. But he had to choose between his goals and you.

His mind was riddled with memories that continue to haunt him. The piano keys carried the weight of his sins the more he played a low tune. A debut between who he was, and who he is.

That fateful day marked the day his faith was tested.

One, two, three.

The notes reverberated softly in the dimly lit room, his fingers brushing over the keys with a precision honed by years of practice. But each sound struck a chord in his mind, dragging him back to memories he’d rather bury. He couldn’t ignore how the melody warped, pulling him into the shadows of his past. The rise to power, the unrelenting pursuit of his dreams, the countless lives he’d affected—knowingly or not. The moments where he trapped innocent people in his grand vision, their lives twisted into threads of a tapestry only he could see.

He felt the weight of it all pressing on him, a phantom force tightening around his chest. Each note seemed to mock him, whispering accusations he couldn’t escape.

Then, there was you.

Some idiot from the Astral Express, bright-eyed and reckless, who somehow wormed your way into his life. You were no better than the Trailblazer—maybe even worse, an enabler of chaos and bad decisions. Yet you carried a dream so simple, so pure it made him envious: to travel the universe, collect stories, and one day become a writer whose words would immortalize the memories you crafted with your own hands.

Envy. Was that the right word?

How could he envy you?

You brought him peace, a sense of belonging he hadn’t felt in years. Piece by piece, you shattered the walls he had meticulously built around his heart. At first, it was the small things: teasing jabs, lighthearted jokes that made him bristle, then laugh despite himself. But before he realized it, you had become something far greater. He longed for you, craved your presence like a man starved of affection.

Sunday, who had never known love, yearned for something he could barely understand. He wanted your arms around him, grounding him under a sky filled with stars, your voice whispering that everything would be okay. That he would be okay. That he was more than the sum of his sins.

But the past never let him rest.

The piano’s melody faltered as memories clawed at him. The faces of those he’d hurt flashed before his eyes: expressions of fear, betrayal, and pain. He saw himself standing above them all, a figure of absolute power yet utterly alone. His hands, now gloved, trembled as he remembered what they’d done—what they’d created, what they’d destroyed.

“Sunday?”

Your voice broke through the haze, shattering the storm of his thoughts. He glanced up, startled, to see your concerned face. There was no hatred in your eyes, no judgment—only that familiar warmth that felt so foreign to him.

“You’re thinking too much again. What’s on your mind?”

He wanted to tell you. He wanted to lay bare every ugly, broken part of himself. But the words caught in his throat. What if you saw him as the monster he believed himself to be? What if your kindness was a fragile mask, hiding resentment and disgust?

“I’m just thinking,” he lied, the words barely audible.

You didn’t believe him. With a small shake of your head, you slipped onto the bench beside him. “What are you thinking about?”

“Everything,” he admitted after a long pause, his voice laced with exhaustion.

The truth spilled from him in that single word: his fall from grace, the haunting memory of his sister’s absence, the crushing weight of his failures. He was at war—with himself, for you. He couldn’t save you from the wreckage of his mind, but he also couldn’t bear the thought of pushing you away.

“You should go to bed,” you murmured gently. “We’re dropping off at Amphoreus tomorrow.”

He didn’t move, his hands returning to the piano. The melody that filled the room was softer now, almost mournful. Each note resonated with the echoes of his guilt, yet drowned them out just enough for him to keep playing.

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I know what you’re thinking. Stop thinking.”

He wished he could.

Another kiss, then another.

“Just play the piano,” you whispered. “I’m still here.”

The tears threatened again, hot and stinging, but he swallowed them down. He didn’t deserve to cry—not for himself, not for his sins. Instead, he focused on the weight of your head on his shoulder, the steady rhythm of your breathing.

“Play your favorite song,” you suggested, your voice a soft murmur. “It’ll help.”

For a moment, his hands hovered over the keys. Then, slowly, he began to play. The melody was one he and Robin had composed as children—back when the world was simple, their dreams untouched by the cruelty of reality. The tune carried a bittersweet nostalgia, weaving through the room like a ghost of their innocence.

He glanced at you as he played. Your eyes sparkled with wonder, watching him like he was worth something more than his mistakes. At that moment, he almost believed it.

“I’m listening,” you said softly, your voice fading as you drifted into sleep.

His shoulders still bore the weight of his past, but with you resting against him, it felt a little lighter. The melody shifted, becoming softer, gentler. One day, he thought, he would compose something even more beautiful—something worthy of you.

Until then, he would keep playing. For you. For himself. For the chance to heal, note by note.

Maybe one day, he could repay your kindness a hundred times over.

Note: very rushed ig bc I started at 10:37 am and ended at 11:59 am bc I wanted to write this as tribute for the 2.7 update. !!! I don't know but jf there's any errors let me know lol my keyboard was so loud going TACK TACK TACKKK

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡ 

[sincerelywhistler]

⊹ ₊ ❤︎ VIX ❤︎₊ ⊹

My husband, Fox, received Desire Demon as his Redacted demon quiz type result. So, naturally, we cooked up a DemonSona for him. And by we, I mean he called all the shots and I had the utmost pleasure of drawing this flirt. (We also made Vix and my DemonSona, Wolf-Rayet, smooch. Because we’re gay.)

Vulpecula… Vix… like a vixen… l-like a Fox yeah you get it.

Vix’s Pinterest Board

More about Vix (from Fox himself):

HELLO TUMBLR ITS FOX AND ITS MY TURN ON THE WES ACCOUNT, STRAP IN

• Vix first began writing as a way to better understand human desires on a deeper, personal level through passing on letters with anonymous pen pals

• Through sending these letters back and forth, he found his passion for writing as a whole. He excels in writing romance and poetry.

• After sending his pen pals rough copies of his creative works, they encouraged Vix to publish his books. He decided to publish his books under his full name, Vulpecula

• The general public has been lead to believe that the name Vulpecula is a pseudonym, and that it is a pseudonym that was passed down from anonymous writer to anonymous writer as generations passed. Empowered folk likely know that an immortal race— like a demon or vampire— is the person behind the pen

• He was a voracious reader from the start. Vix’s place on Elegy houses an impressive collection of books of all ages and genres

• Vix primarily feeds on humans’ general attraction towards him rather than from sexual relationships. Think of his dietary situation like something rent-a-boyfriend haha. Need a plus one to a wedding or work party? Don’t want to waste a Friday night by staying home? Want a shopping buddy? Call him up, he likes both the company and the attention.

• Bringing people out of their shells to try new things or go on dates is his favorite thing to do, which is why he wants to study Wolf-Rayet’s reclusive self under a microscope so badly in a gay way

• HOW THEY MET IS SO CUTE BUT I DONT THINK I CAN SUMMARIZE IT ALL LIKE WES WOULD BE ABLE TO SO LOOK AT THE THUMBNAIL OF THEM MEETING INSTEAD

barcode: the pleasure is mine

• …I LIED IM DOING IT ANYWAY. Wolf-Rayet finally got out of the house to visit the quaint mom and pop book shop to pick up some new books to read to his patients. By happenstance, Vix was there, setting up for a book signing when he spotted WR looking lost and awkward in the romance section. He caught Vix’s eye in more ways than one, so of course he had to go fluster the shit out of WR. WR explodes and fucking dies because a McDonald’s sprite would kill that Victorian man, but also because Vix wants to see him again, so he handed WR a copy of one of his spicer books he’s published, and on the back he wrote “we could make such a beautiful library together”. It’s then that Wolf-Rayet learns that he is actually the author of that book signing before bolting out the doors in embarrassment 😭

• He and Wolf-Rayet speak Latin together!! Vix learned it because he’s a sucker for dead languages and WR picked it up because he’s old as fuck medical terminology is heavy with Latin roots

• Vix calls WR “his hound” like from Fox and the Hound

That’s all I will share for now GOODBYE TUMBLR

-FOX

[lambofasolidor]

((tag drop 2