#c!ren

[susie-dreemurr]

For most of the Fever Dream stream, I thought it wasn’t a dream and that c!Aster was just hallucinating some weird ass creature while c!Ren looked on in concern.

[mesmir-ized]

did a small lineup of part of the GLSMP ( @godlingsmp ) cast !!!

this isnt everybody ofc !!! just people i have designs for :]

(who is who below the cut !!!!)

left to right !!!

top: juice, me (mir), ren, poly

middle: spiral, bug, blue, alex

bottom: daisy, ezekiel, phantom, hysteric

[renifall]

Meet Ren Raksha, my DSMPsona. (info on her story under the break)

I demolished my sleep schedule to finish this.

c!Ren Raksha (she/they)

- Ren grew up in the main DSMP with her sister, Shae. They struggled to get by, until Wilbur offered Shae a job at his drug business.

- Her scarf was given to her by Shae.

- She fought in first L’manburg war and for Pogtopia as a marksman.

- Shae voted for SWAG2020, Ren voted for POG2020. When Schlatt took office, he offered a position of power and wealth to Shae, and in exchange, she would would work as a spy undercover in Pogtopia.

- On November 16th, during the first fight on Eret's western tower overlooking L'manburg, Shae turned on the troops, but before Ren could reason with her, Shae was shot. She fell from the tower, surviving the arrow, but not the impact.

- Ren was in the crowd when Wilbur pressed the button. She was buried under the rubble, and her leg was completely crushed beyond any hope of healing.

- Soon after, Ren got a prosthetic made by AwesamTechnologies, paid for by a friend from Pogtopia. It is composed of netherite casing, an iron skeleton, and redstone wiring.

- Ren kept living in New L'manburg for a time, but began to step away from when the Butcher Army executed Techno. She could see war on the horizon, and wanted no part in it. The day Techno escaped his execution, she moved back to the greater DSMP.

- Ren watched the January 6th battle from the western tower, the same one her sister had fallen from. She did not fight for either side.

- When the red vines reached their worst, Ren moved away, once again running from possible conflict. Nowadays, she lives in a small farming village north of Las Nevadas. She visits the greater DSMP on trade runs, defending the cart from any attackers.

- She used to play ukulele, having stolen one Pre-L'manburg. She can sometimes be seen outside the village, strumming a tune that she still remembers, but can't bring herself to sing the words.

- Ren has heard whispers of the Syndicate, but refuses to join, choosing to stay out of conflict, especially conflict where she must fight for something other than herself. Upon learning that Techno seems to lead it (to some extent), she’s even more adverse to joining.

[susie-dreemurr]

So glad that Aster apologized to Ren for lying to them, nobody died, they became neighbors and contracts don’t exist. What a happy server!

@420technoblazeit

[susie-dreemurr]

Forgot to post this. It’s ren! I still don’t know their tags.

Those scar looking things are supposed to be their more visible stitches that I kinda fucked around w (bc yknow. Living doll) bc I hc they got those after being revived.

[renifall]

im in too deep. tell my mom i find our conversations emotionally draining

[renifall]

Ren hated the cold.

Every day was cold up north, but today was particularly chilly. Cold like this meant waking up early, shivering, even under three layers of blankets. It meant putting extra wood on the stove for a quicker kettle to boil, and a warmer house. It meant double checking the pantry, hoping there was enough food to last the week, and more importantly, enough hot chocolate.

Cold like this meant two extra layers of clothes, wrapping the scarf around her head, pulling it up like a hood. It meant the metal prosthetic would be colder than ice, and feel heavier than a bag of bricks. It meant dragging herself out of the house to check the farm if the water froze over. It meant spending ten minutes (at the very least) breaking that ice with a pole. It meant taking time to catch her breath while she fed the salmon in the pond.

Cold like this meant checking on Manic, and making sure that his water trough hadn’t frozen over either. It meant pumping the water system and getting it to flow so it wouldn’t freeze again that night. It meant feeding Manic just a little bit extra hay, and adjusting the stable blanket that she paid some absurd amount for, but was worth every diamond, just for the fact that no matter how hard he tried, Manic couldn’t wriggle it off like he could the others. It meant moving all the riding equipment from the stable to the cabin, and spending to much time giving it a cleaning job that it probably didn’t need.

Cold like this meant seeing the clock, and realizing she hadn’t restocked on firewood. It meant dragging herself out of the house again, and grabbing the old iron axe that always leaned against the wall. It meant chopping up the wood she had stockpiled and hoping she wouldn’t have look for more. It meant realizing that she did, and running out and grabbing a few logs before the storm that she’d been eyeing all day blew in. It meant chopping up those final logs in a rush, and swearing to herself that she’d properly restock when the weather cleared.

Cold like this meant a small dinner. Preserved meats and poorly baked potatoes that made her mind drift. It meant trying to figure out how he used to cook them, and shake her head angrily and affirm that she didn’t need his stupid potato recipe anyway. It meant staring off into space, the meal half eaten. It meant staring off, not into space, but to a small chest in the corner of the small house. It meant a box that she didn’t really want to unlock, and she swore she lost the key anyway.

But cold like this meant looking under her pillow. It meant finding that key, because she always knew where it was, and unlocking that box. It meant letting out a sigh of relief when all she found was some dusty old papers and clothes. It meant closing that box, but opening it up again after a moment of hesitation. It meant digging around all that old junk to find at the bottom what she always knew was there. It meant pulling out a mass of thick cloth, tossed aside and forgotten, a large cloth with black, white, blue and red, and just the smallest bit of yellow. It meant tracing those three Xs on its face with her finger, not sure if she should be smiling or crying. It meant catching a hint of purple out of the corner of her eye, and pulling out a blue scarf, much like the purple one she now wears. It meant turning that scarf over in her hands before bringing it up to her face and breathing in. It meant flashes of darkness, an echoing scream, and the smell of blood. It meant ripping the scarf away and throwing back into the chest, and the flag with it. It meant locking up the chest and throwing the key across the floor. It meant not climbing into bed so much as falling into it, and wrapping the covers around her until the chills in her spine and the pain in her chest went away. It meant nightmares, visions of rocks falling from the ceiling, and muffled explosions and accompanying laughter overhead. It meant a tear stained pillow she’d have to wash in the morning, and a key she’d find another place to hide.

Ren hated the cold.

[renifall]

im making a playlist for c!ren... is it too obvious that she had a little bit of a breakdown after a certain date