#renchanting <3

[victoriantreecat]

Blackberry Winter

Lets imagine there are blackberry bushes along the walls of dogwarts.

They're brambles, good for defences, good at guarding the high walls. Early on, they gave some extra food for the villagers, so they didn't get tired of the carrots they farmed. In the hot months the shiny fruits gleamed and glowed against the thick foliage, picked at by birds but still abundant.

Their juice was sweet and stained the lips of all. The king and his hand gathered baskets and brought the delicious morsels as gifts to their brothers in arms, all feasting on a rich harvest, a bountiful banquet.

But the cold- a sudden snap, a dogwood winter, it came and it killed.

The night winter came, the blackberries froze.

The vines sickened in the sharp cold. Frost shrunk the leaves, stripped the branches bare, but for their thorns. The birds had once spread the delicate seeds, but now the food waned and the birds went.

The chill was deep. Bone deep, although the king never seemed to feel it- then again his skin was cool as stone. Little comfort came but for nights the by campfires and the cold comfort of the distant stars.

Ember baked loaves grew thinner and carrots rotted under piles of snow. The moon stole away her sister, snow-filled clouds smothered her. The banners stained the drifts a bloody mess.

But perhaps in all this someone had the foresight to take some berries, pat them dry, and place them by the furnace to store. Let's say the Hand tucked some away for when the chill sunk too deep, for a rainy day, for a hoped-for celebration feast.

It's in this heart stopping cold he takes them again, takes pine needles from the bitter slopes, takes honey from the precious stores below. He soaks them in the snow-melt, strains them gently out, makes tea- adding pine and wild mosses, boiling 'til it lightly simmers. He grinds the renewed berries, and purple the juice runs down- scooped up in careful fingers, mixed with honey, mixed with salt.

Now on ember baked loaves, flat and dusted with dark soot, he spreads the makeshift jam, a violet stain vivid, soaking through spongy bread. As purple as the sky is bright when it peeks through stormy clouds. As deep as the lasting look into the eyes of a lover. As rich as silken cloth with royal Sidonian dye, trimmed with gold.

And of course, a royal treat, then it must be shared with kings.

So to the King the Hand brings this secret delight. A sweet, staining surprise that, perhaps, brings a smile to the bloodied face.

A dipped finger, touched to the tongue, reveals the honey-bright and ambrosia-sweet taste. The berry's flavour entwining itself among their senses, blossoms out in renewed life. And the dark, swirling tea brings a bittersweet warmth to their bones. Like red infused with green, with blue, the warming tea diffuses through their worn out limbs, replacing, just so briefly, all their fear.

Let us imagine tender words suffused with love that dance in the curling breaths they speak into the winter air. Dwell on the gentleness of these who live, surrounded by rock and ice and sand and snow.

Let's imagine the fingertips, warmed by wooden cups, clutching for more. Eyes drooping in sweet sleep. Cups lying long empty. Reams of poetry spilling from purple-stained lips. Soft humming songs echoing off the harsh walls.

The slowly fading, lingering taste of blackberries.

And all this while still the brambles snarl around the frozen stones below the ramparts, and the cold digs it's claws closer to their hearts.

[calciumyum]

I haven't seen much from the stream because I've been spending time with my family but this particular clip really got me LMAO

[taiistired]

Draw a moss or watcher ren maybe?

came back wrong?

[salemoleander]

In another dream, they ended the game together. The blood-crowned king lowered his head, and offered his Hand anything he could wish for.

Cautiously, the knight of Dogwarts said, "I wish for a kingdom," and the king smiled.

"You already have this one."

Bolder now, the shield of Dogwarts said, "I wish for your heart," and the king laughed.

"You already have it."

Quietly, so very quietly, the hound of Dogwarts said, "I wish we could both win," and the king died.

[garloc-zoup]

ART I MADE IN LIKE.. JUNE 😭‼️

@cherrifire's dtiys :3

[1-marigold-1]

drawing the guys because I want to put them in nice enivornments,,

lamplight au by @liloinkoink

[riacte]

Martyn being "pretty pissed" about the Rendoc marriage

Ren in chat: I tickle ye from the grave me laddy!

Ren tells chat to send Martyn some love from "his king"

Ren thinks about Martyn as he lays in his grave

Ren looking for an opportunity to roleplay with Martyn [Twitch]

Martyn asks the Tumblr blog who posted the above clip what Ren means

Martyn watches a clip on False's Twitch bc it's titled "Where's Ren"

Martyn reacts to Treebark Week edits by kishdoodles (yes the whole thing) (I don't know how I can whittle this down) (help) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Martyn somehow pauses on the Treebark TnT duo edit

Martyn imitates Ren and jokes Ren saved the TBW edits to his computer

Ren dramatically complains about Martyn ghosting him (+ cricket sounds)

Ren sings "joy to the world, Marteen has replied"

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I would've added more but I literally ran out of options 😭😭 next time fellas. Also this is like the most insane batch since November's Decked Out burning box I swear. Also shoutout to @orangeocelotmartyn for clipping most of these 🫶🫶

[thunderjackal]

Something about Martyn remembering cold touch while Ren does not

anyway, have I watched fantasy SMP? no. Is all I know knight Ren and dragon Martyn? yes. will that stop me from drawing them? no no it wont

[sculkshrieking]

happy life series exchange day everyone :] here's my gift for Neb!!

in which Scar and Grian, owners of the Red Velvet Keep coffee shop, pull a little prank on two of the owners of the neighboring nightclub Renchanting (affectionately dubbed the Broken Hearts Club) <3

[mossbiin]

saplings / puppies

[victoriantreecat]

The wind made fuzzy patterns in the ever falling rain. The gentle shower tossed about before it came down to settle on the crop fields. The wooden parapets and walkways atop the cobbled-together walls were soaked through, water dripping down in dismal rivulets.

Martyn let out a heaving sigh. It was not bad weather, per se, just a little, well, cold and damp. And their little hut with its lattice roof was already full of water pooling in the enchanting well, as he could so clearly see from his perch by the door- the only really dry part in all of Dogwarts today.

The rain started getting a little heavier.

He sighed again, ran his thumb over the engraved blade of his axe, worried at the smeared dried blood that seemed to be sunk into the iridescent blue crystal even days after the test, glanced up at the rain trickling in through the roof, considered going down to the basement, dismissed that idea (the floor must be flooded down there, and the villagers complain like nobody's business when their feet get wet). Better he stayed up here , the drizzle wouldnt stop enemies, much as he would have loved it to. Yes, keep watch up here, protect his home. So he stretched his back and surveyed the misty air of the fort.

A gentle splash sounded beside him, the pattering of paws through a puddle, and he glanced through the latticed wall to see Ren coming up from the basement. Ren was glancing around, seeming to search for something within the rain-soaked walls. A brief smile of affection allowed itself onto Martyn's lips before he schooled himself and called out, accented,

"My liege, where are ye going?"

Ren's ear flicked up, and his shroud swirled around his shoulders as he turned towards the hut's entrance.

"Me hand!" He replied in the same lofty brogue. "I was comin' to find ye, me friend. May I come in?"

Something in his cadence was hesitating, Martyn thought, easily leaning over to lift the door latch.

Ren came around the corner, chill drops of rain starting to dust his crown- the water and the blood starting to flow mingled down. And as they came face to face across the threshold, Martyn felt a dread that he would see his king pierced by an arrow from an archer he had missed in the deepening shadow of this rain. But the king now passed bloodlessly through the doors Martyn held open, to stand cramped in the entry, between the gentle flood on either side. His boots were damp, the basement had indeed been flooded- Ren remarked as such, dropping the accent to a hardly audible burr. Still, that slight awkwardness peeked through.

"Well, me lord, what were you looking for me for then?" He gazed up, waited patiently, silently probed his king's countenance.

"Well uh, so I, I've been setting this up for about a week now, and, um, well I thought that today would be the best day to, well, show it to you…" He trailed off, all traces of his thick accent gone now. This was him honest, then, unreserved and unhidden. And he reached into his belt pocket and brought forth a few tiny pinkish crystals, each with an iridescent blue core.

Martyn stared down at them, poised and curious, as Ren stuttered on.

"They're uh, they're my first time making, like, rock candy." The sticky crystals glinted in the dull rainy light as Ren continued. "With a sugar kinda syrup and some roses I found. Err, yeah."

"Milord, thats genius!" Martyn chuckled, eyebrows raised.

"Er, would you like to try one?" Ren's tail was wagging just slightly. "I uhm, I used little chips of diamond to start them, so dont break your teeth!" His lopsided grin showed a little peek of his canines. Martyn reached out to take one of the tiny grains, marvelling at their ephemeral beauty as he plucked one from Ren's calloused palm.

"They just came out of the syrup, my dude, so they're still a bit, er, sticky." Ren looked a bit sheepish, and at this distance, Martyn could see the pinkish residue pooling on his hands. His own fingers had the stuff on them too.

"Yeah, they sure are," he agreed, before popping the little sweet into his mouth.

It was a starburst of sweetness, rosy and round. It bloomed on his tongue, tasting of spring and sunsets, a gentle reprieve from the cold. It was bliss.

Martyn opened his eyes, let the corners of his mouth relax to a contented smile. He met Ren's eyes through his sunglasses.

"Thank you," he said, quiet as the rain that seemed to soften, falling on the fields. "Thank you, Ren."

[calciumyum]

Treebark Week [Day 3 - Build]

The Beginning of Renchanting! (redraw of this piece!)

[coolguypluiplup]

I’ve. Just realised that ur pfp is Jimmy Codfather winning MCC. I thought it was like an animal crossing character or something 😭 anyways HIHIHI Many i req a little treebark doodle of the real life variety :D they were so silly to me !!

hiii hope this is enough real life-y :))))

not happy with this ren, so I drew a quick red king under the cutt

[eatingfloorboards]

I made a Renchanting animatic :3

It’s kinda rough but I’m proud of it!! Especially since it’s like. An actual animatic. That isn’t super short. Which I don’t believe I’ve ever done before!!

[treebark-but-its-random-objects]

Day fourteen: royal icing

[lyraofthestarsss]

Shoutout to the person who made the Treebark “let’s take ibuprofen together” meme I literally can’t look at Martyn’s 3rd life finale thumbnail without thinking about it