"Imagine the feelings of a little dusty tramp sitting in the back alley of a rotting ghost town. It'll be something like vertigo, I guess; or maybe just the cravings of a habitual masochist."
Can't english right now, be back in the mornin'. meanwhile, feel free to blind yourself with my latest monstrosity; i'm off to sleep. But here, have a working sketch, because your eyes weren't bleeding enough already [link] .
Art + characters (c) ~daithe ask me for permission before you do anything with my pictures, you perverts. Textures: [link] otherwise, I use ones I made. Software: Paint Tool SAI Time: A MILLION GODDAMN FRIGGING YEARS