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i had to make one for them too

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the heart of the pyre

[This is a ficlet by my cowriter Zeph expanding on a scene from our bud @liloinkoink's Lamplight fic!]

There’s an army in Dogwarts. 

It masses and seethes, left behind like so much kindling scrub after spring’s riot of flowers has dried away its beauty under the blazing sun. It sparks. It catches.

There’s a fire in Dogwarts, and its people are dying. Ren is among them, not doing that, rushing between wells and walls, streaked with smoke or blood or charcoal, shouting to and from his people as they coordinate bucket brigades and wrench open escape routes. He had a sword. He’s lost it in the fray, and now he has a plank of wood scrounged from the base of a half-built wall. Intermittently, it’s been catching fire.

Please, he begs, mouthing the word, catching his breath, wrenching an axe out of his ribs and throwing it generally back in the direction it came from.

They’ve lost a good portion of the market district already. The charred bones of children litter the ground in skeletons of buildings. Ren is the walls and shield and life of this place. Protecting it is what he’s for.

Please.

Please, he begs. He’s a god already, but it’s a prayer anyway, to himself, to what he’s willing to become. Please. I made myself a god. I’ll make myself anything.

Spark and kindling, on his heart, on his charcoal bones. Please please please please please.

It catches.

Ren knows every corner of Dogwarts; built many of them; repaired more. He knows the sidestreets and markets, the walls of his own temple. He’s the closest thing there is to being Dogwarts, as much as anything has ever been- his bones aren’t paving stones and his blood isn’t wellwater but they may as well be, the way he loves, the way the city loves him back.

And yet he’s never known it so completely as in this moment, redefining himself as something that consumes what dares harm it, scraping power from his bones and heart to save it, never known how to set it ablaze and how to not, never known the grain of wood the melting point of steel the flickering ashes of human skin. He’s known what Dogwarts looks like to a human. To a god that loves it. 

He’s learning, in flashes too ceaseless to pull apart, what it looks like to a pyre.

In the future, if he’s remembered, the poets will say this was inevitable: that the moment he survived the licking flames by dint of his own self-iterative nature, the moment he built himself a pyre and didn’t die, the moment he made himself something more-than-human but remained, essentially, himself, that in that moment he only put off the inevitable, and doomed himself to one day become the thing that should have killed him.

Ren wouldn’t, though. He makes choice and choice and choice, and sacrifices his flesh to the flames like he once sacrificed his mortality, and he burns. And he burns.

And he burns, and unlike fire doesn’t die, and like himself doesn’t die, names himself protection and power and pyre and doesn’t die.

His people flee, flooding out the gates, out the paths he makes between himself for them, afraid and unafraid of the licking flame of him. He sees them go, lit in orange and red. He tails them, leads them, surges upon their attackers, burning in thin lines between cobblestones, blackening slate, consuming bone. He sees their faces, flat flickering images, sees them the way fire sees, melting points and fuel, sees them the way the god of Dogwarts does, beloved faces passing through the smoke.

He does all this, becomes all this, sees all this hears all this, a surging screaming roar rising rising rising up with the flame of him, rising up with the smoke of him, him who is Dogwarts who is the fire consuming Dogwarts, who is Ren, still, somehow, between flashes of heat and light.

And, well. Ren has experience immolating himself for his people, but even a god will stumble, especially if that god is, at its heart, just one man who loves so deeply he’ll make himself into anything. One man, even a god, is only so much against an army. Even a god can lose. Even a fire. Ren doesn't die, but a pyre is an ending.

The city empties. The fire, which is a god, sputters, retreats, mourns, but doesn’t fade. The years turn, winter to spring again, ashes like snow on the breeze, spring to summer again. And on these charred, beloved grounds, victim to sun and rain and scouring wind-

There’s a fire in Dogwarts, and it doesn’t die.

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In class notebook doodle of skelew's lamp light au

(Specifically part 5: Incident at the Sleeping Hound)

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@treebarkweek Day 3 : burn / build

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TREEBARK WEEK 2024 DAY 3 - BURN (yt mirror) Song used: Heat Waves by Glass Animals

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Please let me hug your art. Please. Also you but I dunno how :'D

AWAWAWAWA THANK YOU!!! HAVE HUGS!!!!

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Treebark Week [Day 6 - Strawberries]

The new Paladin is learning more about his god! Can he taste the sweet berries? Lamplight AU by @liloinkoink and @unexpectedly-haunted

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Treebark Week [Day 5 - Neck]

"Christ, you'll be the death of me" Fair - The Amazing Devil

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Hi!!

I was a bit confused on you info about Lumians, and wanted to ask you if you have any more info on them! :D

I’m totally cool with infodumping btw!

Thanks in advance!! :>

Boy oh boy spopera lore time!

First of all credit for Lumian!Martyn to @strifesolution , who is the local Yogscast fan among us space operators that make up the au, and since lumians are a yogs aliens.

General spopera tdlr is: treebark are spaceship racers! For the space opera au I think we’ve been allowed to make things up a bit and play around with the lumian worldbuilding. Here’s what I got from the collective lore google docs for the au:

Lumians are a bipedal humanoid species that produces a bioluminescent element in their bodies called bioneos. Lumians are identifiable by bioneos freckles. In the au and out of the main characters, Martyn and False are lumians, Martyn having an almost cyan tone to his bioneos, while False has red.

The colour varies, and it can help track family lineage, despite the fact that lumians are typically a communal species with no nuclear family unit. However, some lumian families that leave their home planet may no longer have the community support, and likely adopt a family unit home style.

Lumians may have “gendered” appearances but they are a unisexual species. Societal roles in lumian culture are often decided by stature. Shorter, broader lumians often take to building, hunting, and child rearing. Taller, more slender lumians will take to taming, climbing, and navigation.

The home planet of Lumians, Corruscate, has a tropical climate. The planet is mostly covered in jungle and forests, with megaflora that cast dark shadows. To compensate for the darkness created, living species in Corruscate, as the lumians themselves, have bioneos that create the bioluminescence typical of lumians.

Since lumians are from a hot planet, they are particularly susceptible to cold and temperature drops. As a defense mechanism to save energy mentally and physically, and to be able to get themselves out of the cold, they’ve evolved “glacieration”, also known as “frost mode”

Frost mode is essentially a survival mode to keep them alive. As the temperature decreases the lumian will feel cold and uncomfortable and sick, until they suddenly seem to gather themselves and be okay; this, apart from a pale and grey complexion and dulled glow, is a sign of frost mode.

The body freezes over as it switches its priority from maintaining heat to creating adrenaline for the lumian to use to get themselves into a safe temperature. However, the modern lumian can decide to ignore the primitive urge to warm up and instead do other activities, although prolonged frost mode is lethal.

A result of the intense shot of adrenaline is erratic behaviour, like apathy or snapping or being aggressive.

(These pieces I made for treebarkweek, for example, were meant to be about frost mode happening while Ren and Martyn went to a very cold planet for a race. The assumption is that the cold discomfort happened mid-race, but Martyn refused to retire. Afterwards when Ren follows him into the lockers he finds him fully in frost mode; he can't feel the cold anymore since he's sort of icy all over now, and he's pumped full of adrenaline and suceptible to being irrational, so he'll probably pick a fight with Ren if Ren decides to chastise him about putting the race before his health)

(My guy is ice. He's producing cold clouds. Someone give him lukewarm water)

(Also it might be obvious already but frost mode was taken from the idea of having inthelittlefrost in the au somehow.)

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Q: So who does the ship maintenance? F: Oh, we do. Since we built the thing, we can't really just send her off somewhere, you know? It's- It's a bit finicky but not super hard. Ren, though, seems to suffer every time we need to change the oil. R: Dude- Listen, I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but every single time it's freaking- oilage. All over my face. i don't know how to do it! F: Well, you're gonna have to learn, you can’t expect me to be doing it for you ten years from now, don't you? Sloy, X. (3011, January 6, Common). Interview with ET1 monarchy. ORBIT Magazine, p. 14-15

Day 3: Burn/Build

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(…) A report posted by the very intergalactic conglomerate Glowstonn admitted on Friday 12 (common galactic calendar) that it was a machine malfunction that caused the shipment of Galaxy Chomp cookies to be too sweet. The company has apologised and will have to pay an estimate of over a million credits in common currency for the sale of productos not to standard. (…) Interestingly enough, consumers have reported that they prefer the sweet flavour to the more tame flavour of the original recipe. Riffs, P. (3024, April 13). Sugary mistake causes a company millions of credits. The Recap, p. 7

Day 2: Sweet/Salty

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Treebark Week [Day 5 - Neck]

"Christ, you'll be the death of me" Fair - The Amazing Devil

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Thank you for your service

Treebark Week [Day 4 - Divine]

Lamplight AU Ren and Martyn! :] AU by @liloinkoink and @unexpectedly-haunted Music is Anonymous M by Pinocchio-P Frames under the cut!

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Treebarkweek day 4: infernal/divine

Demonbucks coffee date <3

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TW: Decapitation (uncensored and sketch version under Read More, there's no blood)

uni made me miss the first few days of treebark week so i'm committing to the supernova mode!!

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treebark week day 4 - infernal/divine

lamplight au by the amazing @liloinkoink !!!

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Day 5 - hair/neck/lips

WARNING! GAY PEOPLE IN LOVE!! Again me seeing the vision of all prompt combined somebody save me LMAO