What's The Biggest Poly Ship You Have Gotten So Far?

Habby prdie mothh

Pspsps under the cut the short bit of writing I made for this

It's very much a rough draft and there were changes made in the comic but.

Ya know. The thoughts

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"You called for me?"

"Aye. On your knees, me hand"

And Martyn dropped.

Ren took a step forward.

"I have some questions for you, Hand"

Martyn kept his eyes on his King, holding steadfast.

Ren took out his axe. He saw his reflection in its metal.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Yes, my King"

Ren took another step towards Martyn, holding the axe's blade hovering to his Hand's throat.

"Would you die for me, Hand?"

Martyn did not hesitate. He kept his eyes focused on Ren.

"Yes, my King"

Ren kneeled in front of Martyn, the axe pushing more into him.

Martyn would be lying if he said that he wasn't nervous. He'd be lying if he said he was sure that Ren's axe wouldn't be pushed further into him.

Rens voice became low & suffocating.

"Should I desire it, would ye allow your King to behead ye to display it as a trophy of the Red Army?"

Ren was an odd one, Martyn thought.

But that thought was drowned out immensely by the dozens of others spiraling around that head of his. Ones he wouldn't dare admit to a soul out loud.

The axe felt more as a hand closing around Martyn's neck.

With a shaken breath, Martyn still answered.

"Yes, My King."

Though his were obscured, Ren bore into Martyns eyes, searching for hesitation. Uncertainty. Disloyalty.

But his search was unfruitful. And Martyn was unwavering.

Though it was just a few moments, the silence felt like eternity.

Ren lowered the axe, the faintest line of red being drawn away from it.

While he set the weapon onto the stone beneath them, Ren found himself comfort being set into the crook in martyns neck. That faintest of red emitted the metalic scent of blood and Ren could feel Martyns heart pounding like mad.

Martyn could find no words in the silence. Just the hyperawareness of his Kings weight echoing his racing heart. More thoughts had flooded but they would remain as locked away as the rest.

The King breathed in heavily.

"I am beyond honored to have yer loyalty, Martyn."

The Hand breathed out a shallowed sigh.

"The honor is mine to be by your side, Ren."

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I don't know man I tried writing and got possessed by something

This may be my favorite one so far

Rip to my pens & sharpie though

No matter our fate, I will keep you safe.

Inktober Day 5: Flame

Here have one of my older comics + my attempt at prisma pencils

I may never use the pencils again but this will always be funny to me

I want her to be happy and to feel love and warmth and I will be maiming over it.

Headcanons/Rambles under cut:

Close Ups:

Base Lining & Sketch:

I want to analyze her character for science. I want to dive in so much about how her character/perception is pushed down in the game due to who's perspective we're watching. Gosh.

Anyways

Headcanons

• Soft, caring, can and will meticulously pick apart your life in a way that either makes you feel like you need to go to a therapist or curl on the floor and cry 👍. Not always malicious. She's just a really good observer.

• Has a resting look that makes her look sad or quiet and what not but she just has those big ol sad eyes.

• She remembers everything she reads (I don't recall if Eidetic/Photographic is the correct term, but something like that). She reads manuals and contracts and every small type of information so that she can always referr back to it.

• Her great memory also adds to her and Daisuke's friendship. With her being patient enough to listen to his miles long rambles, he can explain a lot of modern/"younger generation" stuff so that she slowly but surely can actually understand what he's talking about. He usually talks about games, things he sees on the internet and more political topics when the conversations fall into it. Daisuke has gone into in depth discussions about gender identity & sexuality to the point where Anya has heavily questioned her own identity (had she had the time to live with it more, she would've started using They/She Pronouns. For the sake of my babbles I won't do that here but. But). She's debated a lot about how she feels about her orientation.

• I believe she's had many passing thoughts about using the gun on Jimmy or Curly or herself (given that she had the code smh). Upsettingly intrusive thoughts about what she could do, but nothing she's ever gone through with.

• She hit her head hard during the crash. Possibly concussion level hard. It made it harder to get Curly stable but she managed as much as she could.

• id like to think Daisuke helped her open up more. Him being really good at reading people and very insistent on chatting/being friends with her until she finally gave in. She feels comfortable being more casual with him. He's not an older peer or her boss so she doesn't worry having to "prove herself" with him. They can just be friends casually shooting the breeze and all.

• Daisuke also convinces Anya that Swansea is more of a softie then he let's on. Before Daisuke joined, Anya was polite with Swansea and knew he wasn't as rough as he let on, but she was still distant and didn't see him as someone who cared much for his co-workers. Daisuke insisted and would go on his rambles about times he caught Swansea being soft or caring in his own way, just not wanting to show it cos he's a stubborn old bustard. Anya started to see that eventually, and started to feel she could let her guard down more with Swansea and trusted him more.

I could probably go on but I have to end this post eventually gosh--

I'll be back.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒚

𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒌.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒂

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 & 𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒑

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Inktober Day 23: Celestial

This one got ahead of me but I adore it so much.

I can't wait until I'm free from the shackles of Inktober you've no idea the content I have for you

[I'll still procrastinate it lmao]

Anyways uhhhh fukin

Making content I guess??

Now that it's February, my concern about Joel going for yet another baby grows as Valentine's approaches. I don't trust you, sir. I refuse to let my guard down.

A Jimmy for @smallidarity​s dtiys here

I'm sorry I'm a loser and exclusively use mobile tumblr so I can't see the fun checkmarks