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Highschool AU Treebark? I guess???
Ren walks into the hall, admiring fans filling the air with compliments. Martyn scowls as he watches from his locker, knowing that none of these people have a chance with Ren, unlike him. Ren’s ‘fake’ smile bursts into a real one as he sees Martyn, face brightening up with joy. Martyn shares the reaction as he shoulders his bag and starts walking to Ren’s side.
“Greetings, my hand, what brings thy beauty to my presence?”
“My lord, I believe thy beauty is far more than mine,” he responded with a smile.
Ren chuckles, “You flatter me,” He says, before turning to see more fans crowd the halls, smiling as he greets them. Martyn stares at the floor, Ren hasn’t made their relationship public yet, fearing his admirers might place threats on Martyn. Martyn thought that was really nice of him but...He wished the girls would leave him alone. Every time someone looked at Ren with those awe-filled eyes, flirting with him, asking to date him, Ren smiling and putting down their offer, always hurt Martyn in a way, always made him doubt their relationship. Could he be declining them because of me? Because he doesn’t wanna hurt my feelings?
“-which is why I need your help, Martyn” Ren says, resting a hand on Martyn’s shoulder, startling him out of his trance.
“Huh-wha-sorry say that again?” Martyn stuttered, very conscious of Ren’s soft hand ever so close to his face.
“I was just saying, I’ve finished my script for my new show, and I was just thinking, I know you are a great actor when it comes to it. Would you like to join me?”
Martyn feels his jaw drop as his brain processes Ren’s offer. Closing it when he realises that it's open. He finds himself unable to speak. “I um.” Martyn stutters when he realises what exactly Ren is asking of him. “Are you sure you want me to act for you?”
Ren’s smile goes wider and Martyn feels his heart flutter at the sight. “You won’t be acting for me! You’ll be acting with me! C’mon dude, it’ll be so fun!”
Martyn finally lets the dopamine settle in at the thought of acting along with the love of his life, and a grin spreads over his face. “Of course I’d love to.”
“I knew you’d say yes.” Ren says, chuckling along with his words. “I’ll send you the script to proofread over as normal. You can choose which guy is more to your liking to act.”
“Uhm yeah sure!” Martyn says as he stops in front of his class door. “Alrighty then, see you next period?”
“You bet my dude.” Ren responds as they fist bump. Ren then walks away backwards, blowing a kiss towards the other. Martyn feels his face flush, before miming to catch it and send it back. Ren chuckles and turns around, walking to his next class. Martyn sighs as he reluctantly pulls his eyes away from his boyfriend and enters the room.
『Beast of Dogwarts,
Survivor of the Land.
War be upon ye
The King and his Hand』
Inktober Day 27: Beast
Full page, flat pen, sketch
I miss them
Where's my fucking dog
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I don't know man I tried writing and got possessed by something
The girls are fighting again
I'm not sure my motivation on this one, I simply do not thing Martyn & Bdubs [in relation to their King] would get along all too well
Inktober Day 19: Ponytail
hello!!! may I pretty please request a treebark? ^^ /nf
of course !!
TreebarkZine interest check is now OPEN until July 10th
We are so glad that so many of you are as enthusiastic as us about this project so we’ve got a few questions for you to answer so we can fully prepare!
I hear you op
also I accidentally drew their totk designs instead of botw but um it’s a sequel so it’s probably fine sorry lol.
Anyway for the like past day one question has consumed me: would Scott be Sidon because of limited life or would Jimmy be Sidon because of Empires season 1?
Treebark botw au IS ANYONE HEARING ME
The Tomb of the Red King
Ren: One of the most surprising things from the weekend was watching Martyn swim like an Olympic swimmer.
Impulse: Yes. Yeah.
Skizz: Yeah.
Ren: Like, he has the most insane form? He—it’s actually insane. He swims like an Olympian.
Skizz: Well he—
Impulse: He’s the most athletic person in a gamer bod I’ve ever seen.
Ren: Yeah (laughs).
Skizz: Yeah dude, yeah. He did a backflip! He did a backflip off the dock like it was nothing, dude.
Impulse: Yeah.
Ren: He did a backflip. It was so good.
Impulse: Insane.
Bdubs: (to Ren) You love him.
(Skizz and Impulse begin giggling, Ren and Bdubs joins in)
Impulse: He was-he was great, he was fantastic. Well, Bdubs—
Skizz: Martyn and Diggity, sittin’ in a tree—
Update:
C'MON TREE BARK WE'VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING
THE FINALE!!!!!
This is a deathmatch for a reason.
Closeup under cut
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.
My favourite Minecraft content creator: Scar
My favourite character in all Life Siries: Scar
My favourite dynamics in Life Siries: Scar and anyone in his team
My favourite skins in all Life Siries: Scar's
My favourite fandom headcanons related to: Scar
My favourite traffic ship: Treebark
HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?!