*nods Sagely* Mumscarian Real

*nods sagely* mumscarian real

Dudes, one of the comics I'm working on is just shy of 30 panels. I can't. I don't know how I'm gonna split this. This is double my current longest comic I think.

The 3rd life brain rot is real and its ruining my life <3

Man the Winter really do be Red huh

Man the Winter really do be Red huh

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

*crawls up from the trenches of ArtBlock & Hyperfixation Hell*

M...men in dresses...?