#<- inside joke

[panicky-pansexual]

Doodle sheet‼️‼️

[days-until-burnout]

Day 110 (c) -

Characters - Ren/False Words - 724 Time - 45 mins Content - Royalty AU

When the doors open, a new light shines, and a thunder of metal marches in. The knights walk into the throne room—muddied boots onto polished floors, clanking rusted armor, the injured fighters of the kingdom. 

King Ren leans back onto his throne, tapping his fingers on the hand-rest. He watches his knights pooling inside the room, a slim line that widens from wall to wall. The silver changes the gold of the room, bringing the shine of his people to his feet. 

Leading the march, the King’s most trusted.

“Your Majesty,” the knight greets, dropping onto one knee with their head down. There, they rid themselves of their helmet—and the waves of gold King Ren expects to see are cut short. “We bring you victory.”

King Ren tilts his head, looking at the dirt on her hair and face. Her armor dented and dirty, bloodied on the edges. 

He straightens before he stands, his council following suit. Another wave of clanking echoes, the room kneeling to him as he looks out to his people. The dozen more waiting outside, the sun sneaking in through the open door and glass murals. 

His people glow—those in front and those lost.

“Welcome home.” He says, loud and firm, wishing his voice into every knight’s heart. He sees them, and now he will take care of them. “Dame Symmetry, I welcome you and your troops home.”

She shrinks under his eyes; he holds his breath.

“Now, I will see that your men are taken care of. Your troops will have rest, and you, too, Dame Symmetry, must take rest. I beg of you.”

King Ren gives his council a look, a nod that has them nodding back. He walks ahead, her shadow falling shy of his feet. 

“Dame Symmetry,” he calls, but she keeps her head down, “walk with me.”

They stand in place as the throne room empties—becoming lonelier as time passes. The room grows around them even when he keeps his attention on her, and she falters under it. Shattering into pieces, held together barely inside her armor. 

When they are fully on their own, their heartbeats echoing within the walls. 

He offers his hand, calling to her, “False.”

“Ren.”

“Come with me.”

False looks up, her hairs opening to frame her face. The scars and dirt on her pale skin, the cuts and dried blood, still the same eyes and lips that lack her smile. 

Still, False takes his hand, and rises from her feet. With his guide, as his shield, he leads her away from the world. It is much quieter in these walls, warmer than the chill of outside, but the air suffocates her. The dirt under her fingernails is uncomfortable and her body aches. 

There is peace in these walls. 

She holds his hand tighter. 

Her room is bare, so he takes her to his. His hands work on the armor and her clothes fall to pieces—her on his shoulder, trembling with never quite full breaths. He breathes for her, washes the dirt from her body, untangles her hair in between his fingers. And quiet, he whispers her name.

With all the cuts and scars and bruises, she stands in front of the window, her shadow falling into his room. With only a dress shirt, the setting sun exposes the thinner frame of the bravest woman he knows. All of her, finally in front of him. 

“Stay with me.”

False breathes full, for the first time in a long while. “I am not going anywhere.”

“Stay with me,” he repeats when he walks to her, quiet and certain, the first certainty offered. False turns and there he stands, facing the most beautiful woman in the world. He smiles when she breathes, he takes her hand when she smiles.

He kisses the back of her hand, her knuckles, her wrist—the gentlest touch replacing the weight of her armor, of her sword. He lifts her onto the window sill, his arms holding her steady, promising as he always does. 

“Stay, my love.”

She takes his face into her hands, staring into pleading eyes. Her reflection is broken, pieces held together in his eyes. Still, she draws circles on his cheeks, and her thumbs tingle with his touch—she shivers.

“I will,” she whispers into his air, mouthing on his forehead where she places her lips.

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third of the day. anyways. new people. i need to be more varied. i also need to write better. both are very achievable with varying degrees of difficulty however

[click for a random day]

[kennys-parka-jacket]

Kremy LeCroux?

🍆

Purple and green.

🫛

From what I know of Kremy's character, he has a manipulative streak. Makes me think of peas and how they are hidden away in pods, much like how he hides his true motivations when he wants something.

🥣

He was inspired by a character from The Princess And The Frog. One prominent thing in that movie is gumbo

[callme-adam-iguess]

jsut encountered a trainer in pkmn alpha sapphire named Fisherman Dale , he has a tentacool and wailmer...

THE DALE IS REALLLL 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Oooo interesting :0 <- knows the littlest of shit from pokeman.

AND YES HWS REALL!!

[knizuu]

Prophet AU: Team Destiny and Team Nightmare incorrect quotes ig

*Team Destiny being the main four and the Freedom Fighters*

[vvizardz]

Oh this is looking so juicy

[pine-the-mighty]

@winty-doodles

HAMLET????

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The newest Tumblr inside joke was to reply to any and all tutorials or guides with “OP thinks they‘re Jichael”. 

I don’t know who Jichael is.

[asocketwrench]

it's all coming together

[short-for-jules]

[coffeeflavored-tears]

@bawling-through-forever

[allineedisonedream]

They give me the sillies

Okay, that's the last one of my vampire doodles. I'll stop for now, haha

REF:

[metamatronic]

felt like drawing the kiddos

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[catdile]

Whatever, go my isafrin kissing

[myceliumelium]

the brainrot is rotting. They cannot put the little jacket inside the big jacket, and expect me not to put the little man in the big jacket too.