My Drawing Tablet Is So Broken That I Cant Be Bothered To Complete This

Renchanting! Blood warning

I ACTUALLY JUMPED NEARLY OUT OF MY BED.

Martyn is currently trapped in the crypt in misadventures cause the lever supposed to release his spirit isn't working and i am headcannoning it's the ghost of the red king who also rests there refusing to let his hand go and holding onto his spirit

Renrat, giggling nearby and zooming on Mratyn's face with a spyglass: It's your face, it's adorable.

DL Ren, giggling from far away and zooming on Martyn's face through the glass window: Look at that little face though, I mean it's adorable

the grave.

"Do you love me?"

A king looks to his hand, "What?"

"I said do you love me."

"..."

"..."

"Of cour-"

"Sometimes it feels like you don't." His hand says. "Sometimes it feels like you use me. I'm only here to be useful."

The King takes a long moment to think about this, "I... I assure you, I meant no offense. I care for you like any of my soldiers."

His hand is not comforted by this.

His hand does not want to be cared for like any of the King's soldiers. Not at all.

His hand wants to be loved.

But the kingdom is at war in the desert.

And love is for the peaceful.

Sausage: --yeah, I'm getting better at the magics. Ren: (softly, under Sausage) That's better. (clearer) Ah, look how-- Sausage: Oh you see my-my postage stamps? Ren: --the stamps are so cool. They're so cool. Sausage: Look at that, I'm stamp collecting. Yeah, Martyn-Martyn's a genius. Ren: Nah, there's--works of art, really. So good. Sausage: Yes, ugh. Ren: But yes-- Sausage: I was-I was making fun of Martyn the other day, because of, uh, because during the Hermitcraft charity stream-- Ren: Yeah? Sausage: --you asked him a specific question. And--he totally misinterpreted that question, and he did it. On actually, um, without even realizing it because he didn't even notice what you were talking about. Ren: (fondly) Oh, he's so-he's so cute. His cute little face. Sausage: Yeah. You mentioned-you just mentioned, you know, what's your favorite, you know, bit of tree bark, and-and the man actually said the word "birch." (Ren laughs, and Sausage joins in) Ren: Birch indeed.

Martyn: We'll-we'll get a good shot of this as well. Ren: I wish--I wish I could remember the words. (in the Red King's voice) Ah, me laddy. Martyn: Yep. Yeah yeah yeah. Ren: (in the Red King's voice) The Black Isles remember this night forever. Martyn: (in the Hand's voice) Alright me Lord. I'm gonna do it! Gah! (Martyn starts laughing) (in his normal voice) And then what was the big thing with the echo? Was it, (imitating Ren's Red King) "Red Winter is come, me Laddy!" Ren: (in the Red King's voice) Red Winter has come, me Laddy! (Martyn laughs) Scar: (maybe?) Here I come, Ren? (He mimes shooting Ren with a bow) Martyn: Doooh--no, we don't do the full ending! Scar: Not the King---! Martyn: Nooooo. (Scar mimes shooting him, and Martyn tries to defend with his axe, before falling back into his chair) Ren: Full ending replay! Scar: The timing! Ren: Perfection!

mini treebark comic

I imagine rens tail constantly betrays his cool dude persona he’s trying to put on. like he’s being all charismatic and smooth-talking with martyn, a smirk on his face, but his tail is just wagging like fucking crazy behind him constantly.

also he loved ear scritches, no one can change my mind.

I love Misadventures