Renchanting Duo - Blog Posts

Grian three-ish years ago: hey Ren meet my friend Martyn. he plays fortnite

Ren a couple days ago: Martyn, I cannot bear to think of a universe where our souls are not tied. We're the earth and the moon, pulled into continual and unceasing orbit to one another. In your absence I become a lesser man. I will destroy the fabric of the world to bring you along with me, ignore the rules of the game. You will carry my banner, I will carry your soul.

Grian a couple days ago: hey what the hell

『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

Rens got fleas, pass it on

Inktober Day 22 Scratchy

Oh no-

Martyns got fleas, pass it on

More Rendog content you say?

WereRen be upon ye

Inktober Day 21: Bad Dog

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

So I've been rewatching Third Life from Martyn's perspective and not even in the first session Martyn essentially institutes the beginning of essentially everything major in all seasons of the Life Series from the instigator of curses and creator of storylines, Martyn has been the intiator for all of them. He has never been more essential to the history of the Life Series lore wise then his involvement in Third Life.

Not even in the first five minutes of the Life Series, Martyn already foreshadows the Canary Curse that haunted Jimmy until Secret Life. at 2:58 of his Third Life: The Movie, Martyn gives BigB the role of his canary with BigB stating "I'm with you in spirit" moments prior. Elluding to Jimmy's endeavour to stay and comfort those subsequent fallen after his final demise and Grian's task and Secret Life that brought him back in the astral realm.

Besides the alluding to the Canary Curse, Martyn's ability to replicate and emulate sounds from the natural enviornments and mobs as a Listener allowed him to travel across the boundaries of the world meeting and scaring people from his imitation of creeper sizziling. Which lead him to meet Ren and establishing Renchantyn as their official spokesperson. Proclaiming enchanting for those who needed in the village where majority of the participants were gathering. Spoking them with his creeper noises as the night drew nearer. Yet after all this and their "guards were down" Grian did a little prank that would change the course of the series. Resulting in Scar's demise of the whole season and kickstarting Desertduo and the fued between Dogwarts and the Desert Alliance.

To quote Mumbo, "Cross-season beef" is an understatement to the relationship between Scar and Grian all because of Martyn and his Listener superstitions and powers.

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Pt 34

Wingchanting? Wingchanting! We got my favorite duo: Ren and Marteen!

Part 1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9(here!)

Kinda looks like he's guarding ren in the full pic

And I'm actually using Martyn's favourite shade of green for this!

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.