Renchanting - Tumblr Posts
"I'm your man" by Mitski is so Third Life treebark and desertduo.
please stop i can’t like all these wormbark posts
due to the sudden influx of wormbark posts, i have been peer pressured (by myself) to order a bulk pack of worms on a string so i can create wormbark and all the other worm-lifers 😔😔😔
update: the worms have arrived. i am extremely excited. my mother is extremely confused.
due to the sudden influx of wormbark posts, i have been peer pressured (by myself) to order a bulk pack of worms on a string so i can create wormbark and all the other worm-lifers 😔😔😔
Answer the question Ren.
Inspired by this
Saw it was treebark week so enjoy some assorted treebarks 🐺
(my minecraft + mcyt tag)
The king and his hand
(What if I yelled)
M..moar Treebark art good sir..or even zombiewood..(Cleo and Martyn)
Good thing Ren is pretty SMH
something about martyn being so full of life, so loud and expressive and warm vs. ren being cold to the touch and quiet and having grey skin (clawing at the walls and screaming)
do u guys think that after third life martyn felt dizzy when holding an axe? as his fingers curl around the handle it's like he on that alter again preparing to prove his devotion to his king.
lost dogs and old flames
(based on tags from @martynsimp69)
why does no one ever talk about last life treebark??? despite being on different teams now, martyn still defends ren from harm. ren still treats martyn with repect and kindness that others rarely do in those games. they still trade resources and info as if they're teamed up. despite being on a whole new server, they still fall back into their old roles of the king and his hand.
headcanon time :D sad though :( (also just so this makes sense c!Martyn and c!Netty were together during evo and c!Netty died at the end of evo in my au 3:)
the night of the day Martyn beheaded Ren (causing red winter) Martyn wouldn’t let go of Ren at all. he was shivering and crying — Ren had no idea Martyn cared so much, if he did he wouldn’t never asked him to do it in the first place. Martyn couldn’t stand the thought of someone else he loved dying — especially in arms. he wanted to see Jimmy, Bigb — hell even Grian, especially Grian actually. he wanted to check Grian was ok, that he was a player and the watchers weren’t anywhere near him. but he feared if he let go of Ren for a few seconds he would drop dead or disappear into ashes. eventually he decided whenever he got too attached to someone, off they go. that’s what happened to Scott at the end of limited life :(. anyway headcanon time over 😋😋
Father of mine, please offer me a renchanting userbox for I must hold those two 30+ adult Minecraft men. Father please.
first of all, why the HELL am i father now
second of all, o7 on it king absolutely right away
five versions this time! also, i tried something different and added a dropshadow to the text! i may start using that on the text from here forward, we'll see, i really like the look of it
(as usual, please reblog this post and tag me for credit if you use one of these!)
(also this is one of my mutuals don't worry i'm not just vaguely swearing at people i dont know in my askbox. though. i probably would do that if the vibes were right, now that i think about it)
Father of mine, please offer me a renchanting userbox for I must hold those two 30+ adult Minecraft men. Father please.
first of all, why the HELL am i father now
second of all, o7 on it king absolutely right away
five versions this time! also, i tried something different and added a dropshadow to the text! i may start using that on the text from here forward, we'll see, i really like the look of it
(as usual, please reblog this post and tag me for credit if you use one of these!)
(also this is one of my mutuals don't worry i'm not just vaguely swearing at people i dont know in my askbox. though. i probably would do that if the vibes were right, now that i think about it)
I'm back on my bullshit
"Hand, rise."
Martyn stays as he is, knelt at Ren's feet, forehead so low as to almost be touching the ground and leaning on the sword that he balances precariously on its edge in front of him.
"Hand."
Ren's voice is so close, so tantalisingly near, and every inch of him craves to stand, to bask in Ren's stare and take his rightful place by his side.
Martyn does not dare to lift his head.
"Martyn," his king's voice cuts through the overwhelmingly tense stillness. "Look up."
Ah, a command. That he can obey, and Martyn does, slowly raising his head as his eyes stay firmly planted to the ground.
"Oh, Hand," and a finger lovingly strokes his cheek, "what has happened to you?"
While I've been gone, goes unsaid. Finally, Martyn raises his eyes as well, meets his king's gaze, his king, his king—
And he breaks.
Feels his face contort and shoulders start to shake as big, ugly sobs rip through his chest, soundless at first and then unbecomingly loud as he tries and fails to catch his breath. His king's image swims before him; he tries to blink past it, fails and remains gasping, shuddering, curling in on himself with the force of his love, his joy, his boundless, agonising sorrow.
It's a shameful, pathetic display. By all rights, he should be instantly cast away; if Ren kicked at him like an unwanted puppy and bid he get out of his sight, Martyn would fall over himself and break his legs in his haste to rid the king of his despicable presence.
But Ren reaches out, instead, takes his face in his hands, wiping at the tears that stain his thumbs. He graces his skin with all the gentleness of someone who is clueless as to the things Martyn's done in his absence, what he's become—
It's presumptuous and improper, and he does not deserve to kiss the ground at his king's feet, he knows—but he stumbles and grips Ren's wrist with both his hands, holding on, begging with the drowning he does in Ren's eyes to never let go, please don't let me go.
Ren kneels, as well, then. The hand that makes contact with his neck guides his head to rest on his shoulder; the other rubs his back. It's tender and more than anything he's ever known, more than his entire world, and Martyn is undone.
Oh, my liege, if you'd seen the things I've seen.
Ren holds him, and in the weight of his king's hand tangled in his hair Martyn can hear only Ren's whispered words of comfort and his own choked-off sobbing. There are no voices and there is no never-ending laughter; there is only them, as they should be, as they are.
For the first time since a tear ran down his cheek when he saw the arrow go through his king's chest, everything is quiet.
me when uh renchanting uh me when renchanting fucking DIES
flowers for spring :)
haven’t been too happy with my art recently so i decided to experiment!!