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Funfact:

When putting Roses on blood-drenched fields on hiatus, I thought to myself 'I wonder if it's gonna hit 1k hits before I'm back'.

And you know what? It might just happen.

(for reference, when the hiatus started it was at almost exactly 700 hits)

Thanks so much to all of you for supporting my work so far, you guys are incredible ❤️ I hope I can come back to writing soon, I miss it so much and I have so many ideas I wanna explore right now

(and in case you haven't read RBDF yet, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66010033/chapters/170084296 )

Remember that if you have any questions or discussions or anything you want to share about this story (or any of my stories for that matter) my asks are open :3

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OMG OMG OMG my babies! Thank you so much for drawing them and for enjoying the story 😭

Art for @smootnytechnik

Time Taken: 1 hour and 53 minutes

I adore their treebark hero AU fanfic, and this is some simple drawings of how I interpreted Gem, Martyn, and Ren’s outfits in the last chapter. Their writing is wonderful, their characterization is great, and the story is beautifully crafted! You can find it on AO3!

Their account is tagged if you want to check them out (which I highly suggest!)

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Quick update during a short break from studying!

So uhhhh I have my final exams coming up soon and I need to lock tf in. I also don't want to leave you guys hanging, especially since there are only 4 chapters of Burn my kingdom come left. So here's the schedule for now:

Tomorrow (Wednesday) and Thursday: Burn my kingdom come chapters 30 and 31

Friday: Roses on blood-drenched fields chapter 6

Saturday and Sunday: Burn my kingdom come chapters 32 and 33 (finale)

And then from next Monday (June 16) I'm gonna go on a hiatus until my exams are done, which means no new chapters until June 25th at the soonest.

Sorry I'll have to leave you guys for so long but I really don't want to fail this semester XD and also pls wish me luck!

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Roses on blood-drenched fields - chapter 1 (fragment)

My new longfic with Pearl and Gem as the main characters! Mostly based on Empires s2 but also references Life Series, Hermitcraft and Empires season 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66010033/chapters/170084296

"Are you the one they call Scarlet Pearl?"

The woman flinched and turned towards the soft voice. Usually she was more observant than that, not allowing anyone to get closer to her than how far her dagger could reach, but she found herself a bit too curious this one night. She relaxed against her chair, but put one hand on the handle of her weapon.

"That depends who's askin', mate."

She could already tell the answer wouldn't be straightforward. The unknown person was completely hidden under a thick, grey cloak, obscuring any signs of their identity. The only sign that Pearl could recognize at that point were a pair of green eyes, shooting her a vigilant glance. The voice suggested that it was a woman, but she wasn't one to give labels to people right away. Maybe aside from labeling them, depending on whether she could have a use of them. At that moment, she could already feel this wouldn't be the case.

"I've heard about you. Rumors say you can deal with any business for the right price."

"Ha! That I can," Pearl smiled and took off her own scarlet hood. Her long, brown hair fell loose, cascading over her narrow, yet strong arms. Her blue eyes watched the stranger with amused curiosity. One of them was closed a bit more than the other, as one half of her face was marked with an old burn mark. "But I don't talk to nonames. I wanna know whether your business is worth my time and, you know..." she rubbed her thumb in a pretty unequivocal gesture.

"It is. I need you to escort me to the kingdom of Dogwarts."

Pearl looked up at the stranger, then let out a cackle.

"Oh, you must be mistaken, lady... I'm not a travel agent, for one. I can kill people, steal from people, cause general chaos, but I won't' just-"

She was suddenly interrupted with a loud, ringing sound as the stranger dropped a bag full of gold on the table between them. It looked full to the brim, the thick, rough fabric straining against the metal. In an instant, Pearl took a quick glance at the masses of arguing people, worried that someone heard the sound of the coin and was on their way to take it. Nobody even batted an eye. Fools, Pearl thought.

I made myself a writing bingo for 2025!

Credit to almakrowan for creating the template!

Most of these are for Life series, some for Hermitcraft, a few are miscellaneous and some are for my own OCs! Every time I write something for this, I'll cross it out and link it here. Hope you guys stay with me throught the year :3

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Waiting heart, frozen still (fragment)

A fic based on @lythecreatorart's AU called Frozen Time, New Spring Rise

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65536090

Something moved within the cavern.

A huge, cold mass of icy-blue scales shifted, cracking the frost that had long covered it tight. A pair of big, blue eyes slowly opened, the slit pupils contracting. The beast growled with long unquelled pain, and slowly began to get up. First, the head and front legs, allowing the back half of the monster to stretch after half a decade of not moving from its place. The dragon hissed as two large wounds on its back burned anew with pain he had almost forgotten. He then got his hind legs up, allowing him to finally reach his full size once again. A pair of giant, twisted horns scraped against the ceiling, knocking off a few stalactites and icicles. The long tail flickered from side to side, knocking over a pile of once corpses, now bones, in the corner of the cave. The dragon shook off the last of its sleep, then turned towards the entrance. The thick wall of ice still guarded his resting place, but even through it, he felt something. It was like a call.

Someone came to Dogwarts. And now, it was up to him to protect the one place he still held dear.

I made myself a writing bingo for 2025!

Credit to almakrowan for creating the template!

Most of these are for Life series, some for Hermitcraft, a few are miscellaneous and some are for my own OCs! Every time I write something for this, I'll cross it out and link it here. Hope you guys stay with me throught the year :3

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The last chapter of The Hand that slipped (upon your bloodied head) released a few hours ago! Go check it out, I've been working on it for ages and it's my biggest fic to date!

The Hand that slipped (upon your bloodied head) - Chapter 55 - Don't be a god. Be a dog

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61686952/chapters/169613896

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when you said "maybe we'll read one [of the inthelittlezine pieces] per stream", did you mean EVERY stream, or just the react seshes?

Yeah like each stream I do, until we've got them all read 😀

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never fucking mind.

Back to the grind

Either no new HTS chapter today, or later than expected because MARTYN IS STREAMING PART 2 OF INTHELITTLEZINE LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO (i'm in it)

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Either no new HTS chapter today, or later than expected because MARTYN IS STREAMING PART 2 OF INTHELITTLEZINE LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO (i'm in it)

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Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh OH MY GOSH THIS IS INCREDIBLE! Thank you so much for making this, and for enjoying this fic! 😭😭😭

Fanart of an incredible fic by @smootnytechnik Cannot recommend enough!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61686952/chapters/157692007

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The Red Giant falls.

Constellation lights the sky.

We can't wait to watch.

(yeah, Preservers AU / WLK!AU returns soon. Not sure how soon, but it will.)

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At the foot of your own grave - fragment

"The Red King."

The old fashioned letters adorn an old, molded and cracked sign. The remnants of gold paint, which flaked and fell off with the passage of time, seem to point to the resting place of a well renowned figure. No name, no date of birth or death, no accomplishments or messages from relatives. Just the title, ominously carved into the dark, old wood. Cracks and tear on the wood seem to avoid directly touching the letters, as if sacred, untouchable, everpresent. It might have been tens, hundreds, thousands of years since the last pair of living eyes took an understanding glance at the sign. Maybe it's the last chance for someone to witness its presence before it crumbles to dust.

The dark, decaying sign is attached to an ageless grave of dark stone. Subtle, crude carvings cover the surface, as if someone attempted to decorate the King's last resting place, but had no time, nor ability, nor faith. No cracks or other signs of the time passage are visible - although parts of the grave are overgrown with green, luscious moss. They cover the sides of the grave, as well as the top of the crypt, where a lying figure is placed in place of a real body. A figure that is somewhat human - tall, broad and imposing, but its eyes closed in a peaceful expression. It really did seem like whoever they were, only found solace once they closed their eyes for the final time. The stone-carved crown adorns the head of the figure, the miscoloring making it seem like it's still covered in fresh, sticky blood. Their hands rest atop the handle of a large axe; its blade stands out from the rest of the crypt, as the only thing made of diamond-coated metal. The blade is, in fact, covered in blood of people who would've perished ages ago. The sacred, life-ending weapon, almost like an instrument of an old religion, an object of cult. It looks almost out of place in this overgrown, age-old mausoleum - instead, it's pristine and shiny, if aside from the blood coating. 

"Ren! Take a look at this!"

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A few more songs + lyrics that remind me of HTS!Ren, he's very dear to me

(and in case you haven't read it yet, here's a link to The Hand that slipped (upon your bloodied head) - my doomed Treebark fic)

Welcome to the Circus by Skittish

Feel better by Penelope Scott

Trying by Cavetown - suggested by anon

Karma by AJR

Over & Over by Rio Romeo - suggested by anon (and honestly it summarizes the whole fic perfectly lol)

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Another song idea! This one is Over and Over by Rio Romeo. At first, I really thought martyn (like “over and over/I fuck myself over” and “but my time is fickle/just like a friend”) but I can also see it as being more of a Ren song (literally most of the lyrics are “over and over” so…lol). Every time I see you’ve updated a fic I literally scream and I also really like the superhero au thus far-maybe I should start looking for song ideas for that one too??? Amazing work as always, I’m excited to see what’s up with the traumatized treebark next >:)

Yeah the whole song feels very HTS!Martyn and HTS!Ren coded, especially the repeating lyrics reminding me of everything Ren must've endured throughout the [REDACTED] cycles he's gone through. So thank you for another (I assume it was also you last time) song recommendation anon ^^

I'm so glad you're enjoying my fics :3 This is literally so encouraging to see people excited about my writing TwT

And I'd love to see more song recommendations, and for the superhero AU as well!

I can't remember whether I shared this on this page already but I can also share my own song recs for Rendition:

And for Hand:

They're very dear to me :3

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Burn my kingdom come - chapter 5 (fragment)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63071959/chapters/162582751

The Shocking hero Sparker watched the city over from one of the skyscraper roofs. Seeing all these usual people go about their perfectly mundane, happy lives filled him with a sense of solemn longing. He knew that neither him, nor the rest of the hero team would ever get a chance to experience a life like this. Even when not on duty, it was hard to avoid their fans spotting them in public. It was even harder to deny their requests for autographs or selfies. Impulse wasn't even in the worst position among all the other heroes - if he hid his horns under a cap and his discolored eyes behind glasses, and tried passing off his imp markings as tattoos, he could almost be mistaken for a hybrid civilian. Not everyone had this luxury, however, so in solidarity with his less subtle friends, Impulse avoided hiding his features. Especially, when he was out and about with his closest friend in the whole team.

"The eastern part of the city is squeaky clean!" A tall, winged figure landed next to him, the strong wings making the air around them spin into a small whirlwind. "What's up, homie buddeh? Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." Impulse looked up at his friend, Skizz - superhero name: the Kind hero Seraphim - with a half-forced smile. "Sorry I can't help more, but Gem is gonna murder me if I strain myself too much..."

"That's why I told you to stay at the base! But noooo, you gotta be the most stubborn guy in the world!" Skizz chuckled and sat down on the edge of the roof next to him. He opened his biggest pair of wings and pulled Impulse closer, into a warm embrace. "Talk to me, dude. What's going on in that head of yours?" He asked, playfully poking Impulse on the forehead. Impulse chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"You know what... Still thinking about that mission last night... I kinda wish you were there..."

"So do I, buddy..." Skizz sighed. "I can't believe Ren left you instead of getting you straight back to HQ! This jerk..."

"He had to go claim another victory, of course." Impulse grunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But it's fine, it's whatever..."

"It's not whatever, dude! If you're upset with him, you should tell him!"

"It's not gonna change anything." Sparker leaned against his friend. "He's probably gonna apologize, then he's gonna do it again... And remain as the leader..." 

Skizz nodded in an understanding gesture. He was all in for Impulse standing his ground and telling Ren that he felt upset with him... But his friend's constant attempts at chasing the status of the group's leader worried him. Then, he flinched as an idea came into his mind.

"Dude... You didn't come here just to impress the board and be named the leader, right?"

"Wha- No, no, of course not!" Impulse nervously chuckled and immediately moved away from Skizz. "No, that'd be stupid! Right?"

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The Hand that slipped (upon your bloodied head) - chapter 29 (fragment)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61686952/chapters/162516022

Grian was obliterated by a sonically-charged shriek.

Goodtimewithscar died.

"Oop! There they go!" Martyn chuckled upon the message. "Good riddance, you jerk! And Scar."

"Wait, wait, hold up-" Cleo also looked at the message, an expression of worry crossing her face. "A 'sonically-charged shriek'...? How did he do that...?"

"Well... They probably went to the Ancient city, didn't they? Probably to get to the Enchanter..."

"You think so? I don't think Grian would be so careless that he would get himself killed by a Warden like that..." The zombie hummed and looked at Martyn. "Scar maybe, but Grian? Unless..."

"Unless..." Martyn repeated, then turned towards the door.

Just a few seconds later, a loud, booming roar crossed the area, making the glass panes in the windows shake. The players looked at each other, then left the house, grabbing their weapons on their way. 

"Cleo! What's going on?" Both of them heard Scott calling towards them from his base. The zombie just shrugged.

"I don't know! I mean, I have an idea, but..."

"There it is, look!" Martyn pulled her by the shoulder and gestured towards the forest.

A large, bipedal monster stumbled its way through a dense forest overgrowing the hills behind the ranch. The stubby legs kept tripping over bumpy tree roots and its strong arms hit against the trunks, long claws digging into treebark. The creature's whole body was covered in a dark growth, almost reminescent of moss, but darker and glowing at the same time. Its whole face was made up of its huge maw, full of sharp teeth and rendering the creature devoid of eyes or a nose. Antler-like growths spread from the sides of its head, the different parts constantly shifting and changing as it detected its surroundings. The monster's ribcage was split open, bones peeking out of its dark skin, with a glowing, teal mass bubbling underneath. Both Cleo and Martyn recoiled in horror.

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How about we make a deal

If Canary's thrill, the first to kill reaches 5k hits before I wake up (which would be in about 7-7,5h) I'll share details for my next upcoming AU

Which I probably won't start until I either wrap up HTS of the superhero AU fic, but still, I can share a few ideas I have