#treebark week

[yutarts]

@treebarkweek day 1: flower/frost

[riacte]

Treebark is hilarious ship because we KEEP on getting unhinged bullshit during Treebark Week. It's crazily consistent. I'm in awe. We keep manifesting shit. Help.

Adventreebark (Dec 2022): Martyn directly acknowledges Treebark in a Tumblr ask for possibly the first time

TBW23 (September 2023): "Happy Treebark Week" etc the other bs that came along with it

TBW24 (April 2024): Martyn saying the word "Treebark" on stream. Ren returning to stream on the first day of TBW. Whatever happened this stream.

I can't think of anything that happened during the first TBW (February 2022) but.... crazy enough. I feel crazy. Thanks Martyn and Ren.

[starplatinumgold]

Martyn took gasping breaths, unable to get enough air in his lungs, relishing in the sensation of the air entering and leaving him, with no blockage preventing him from doing so. In no time, his breathing was back to normal, the only thing remaining of his panic being his racing heart, shaking hands, and the memory of blood coating his body.

This was a first, Martyn noted, as he properly began to recall his dream. He was never usually able to remember, the terrors fleeing as quickly as they came, preferring to curse him with the slightest glimpses rather than the full thing.

But now, Martyn could so clearly remember the cold. Could remember how it felt to die, how it felt as he watched everything crumble around him.

Martyn dreams of winter.

Written for @treebarkweek Day 1: Frost

(Read on Ao3!)

[convexicalcrow]

Treebark Week - Day 1: flower

I dream of a world

Where instead of thorns

I place on your head

A crown made of flowers

Instead of bleeding

for me, for me,

We tend to the garden

Planting things so sweet

The axe that you bear

Doesn’t carry your death

But is instead used

To cut down dead trees

To make space in this garden

For flowers and fruit

For vegetables and bushes

And all that green stuff

No death do we bear

Within these walls

Save for the plants that

Cannot survive

And the altar here

Is planted with roses

Their red petals littered

As blood on the stone

Oh, I dream of this world

Where we garden in peace

Just to forget for one moment

That you died for me

[bargecraft]

Treebark Week 2023 Day 6: War/King/Time

Second and final Treebark Week work--imagine going to an art museum and seeing a man in a painting that looks uncannily like you and then you look over and see a random guy that looks uncannily like the other person in the painting that's crazyyyyyy..... they'll definitely kiss about it.

[stroadkill]

Axe / shield

First post for treebark week :) this is for an au i thought of, "Red Summer Is Here", where Martyn won by betraying Scar and then Grian dying largely from grief. There was more but i lost the draft now.. this is also a haiku i think

[jeena-says-hi]

Ok so I wanna take part in treebark week but I’m too busy to draw but there’s some lyrics in songs that I feel rly fit them that i wanna post about

So fic writers and artists feel free to use them for prompts if u want, no pressure 🙂

(but plz tag me if u do use these songs!!)

Viva la Vida by Coldplay

King by The Amazing Devil (honestly this whole song fits them)

20 dollar nosebleed by Fallout boy (more for an au where they won third life)

Little soldiers by the Crane Wives

The Garden by the Crane Wives

I’ve got a whole ass playlist for them but these are my faves 💚💛❤️

(Bonus these parts of soldier poet king, u can prob tell who gets what verse)

[eyelessorange]

couldnt post yesterday but treebark day 1 (axe/shield)

[rockcattomato]

I’ve posted a fic for treebark week with the prompt 'hair/neck/lips’

Before the final third life battle, they talk while Martyn braids Ren’s hair :)

[mcraftdoodles]

Twice the fun

[calocreek]

Saw it was treebark week so enjoy some assorted treebarks 🐺

(my minecraft + mcyt tag)

[mellozheist]

Hey treebark enjoyers

I'm cooking something

[riacte]

Treebark Week 2024 Day 1: Flower / Frost 🌸❄️

The frost crept over the delicate pink flower, encasing it, chilling it. The frost could be callous and icy, unpredictable and wild, and yet the flower liked being covered by it. It could handle the bitterness despite loathing the taste of it. The flower could bear being frozen, it could bear being betrayed, because it loved the frost so much.

And upon seeing this, the relentless frost, the merciless frost, gently and almost regretfully retreated its hold on the flower and—

willed itself to melt.

[antwuzhere]

I love your art sm abagdjsbf

I was wondering if we could be blessed with some mean gills comfort cuddles or something of the sort 🙏🙏🙏💜💜💜

AUGH SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT 😔😔😔 TYSM OFCOURSE <3333

I’ve been messing about recently trynna wrap my head around comic layouts so, here!! :>

Idk where the flowerhusbands angst came from sorry about that 😟💔

There was actually meant to be a panel in between the eyes and martyn joining Scott, where he has a flashback to him sobbing alone on the alter after having to kill ren in 3rd life. But I couldn’t figure out how to put that in there, sooooo

Also my handwriting is so illegible omds

But it’s cutesy at least,

idk Martyn’s never really had to comfort anyone before, the most similar situation I can think off is ren breaking down after killing Scott in 3rd life and martyn just kinda brushing it off, so he just kinda jumps into panicky violent bodyguard mode when he sees Scott upset.

Mean gills my beloved… they are so precious bless

[falconearring]

Treebark Week 2023, Day 5-Ground

I can't actually do the challenge in full but it was nice to finally finish this yippyy

[bargecraft]

Treebark Week 2023 Day 3: Saplings/Puppies

Based on a Hades/Persephone-inspired AU that sometimes rattles around in my brain.

Martyn kneels down beneath the old tree to gather a small pile of soil into his palms, cold and damp from the morning rain. He rises gently, as if cradling a child, then blows into his hands with breath as warm as the sun.  The dirt shifts and Ren watches with awe as a small seedling begins to rise from the mound. It reaches up towards Martyn with an unsteady sway, roots sprawling down to anchor themselves around his fingers. Little leaves slowly unfurl from the shoot with near-shyness, then flare open abruptly, eager to catch nourishing daylight in their veins. Martyn grins and raises his hands to give Ren a closer look. “Look’t the lil fella!” He laughs, delighted.  Ren’s fingers twitch with the impulse to reach and touch the sapling, but he thinks better of it. His hands are too clumsy, too cold, too much for new life. Instead, he smiles back at Martyn. “Beautiful."