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incredibly niche and also cursed but it came to me in a vision | another one

The only reason I’d wanna be on Hermitcraft right now isn’t so that I could build awesome builds or hang out with the Hermits or anything like that.

No, if I was somehow whitelisted today, the first thing I would do is ask Grian if the Permit Office is hiring and then refuse to take no for an answer.

I’d be so happy. An hour shift every weekday from 2-3 PM, just copying forms for Grian to torture people with. Maybe a Hermit would occasionally pop in, hoping I’d be able to help them instead of Grian. And I would try my best! But I would be as creepily cheerful about it as possible, emerging from the storeroom with ruffled clothes and unkempt hair to inform them that the files are a bit too hungry today, could you please come back tomorrow? Or putting on ‘Please Hold’ so I can hum along and tell them ‘I love this part’ when the whistling begins. Or send them down to the waiting room with a cheerful warning to watch out for the corners in space and time that sometime appear down there.

Because there is nothing scary in horror than someone who seems completely normal being completely unfazed by all the weird, vaguely terrifying things happening around them.

And that’s why I would want to join Hermitcraft :D

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Credit to RosaNRoss on ao3

The Nightingale sings

There is a time, when Bryce is young and grieving and furious, where she thinks of never Claiming anything.

She thinks of simply staying as she is, human-enough and powerless, because she has seen how her father struggled with hiding, with denying, for so many years and with so many people, and she doesn’t think she can do the same. Not when she has just watched her parents be lowered into the ground and buried.

She thinks of it. Consider it, even.

But then she thinks of the way her father’s face had lit up, that first time she asked why the stars were singing. Thinks of the first touch of moonlight against her cheek when she sat in her window late at night, soft and steady and comforting. Thinks of the weight of the shadows on her shoulders, a heavy blanket that covered her completely as she stared dully at blood soaked streets.

She thinks of all that and more, her father’s smile as he told her stories from days long past, her mother’s teasing at her husband’s delicate wings, Alfred dry sarcasm when once again faced with the glitter, and she knows that she will not be able to ignore the call of the Night when she is finally ready to lay her Claim.

She is a Fairy, after all. They can never resist that which Calls them for very long.

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I genuinely cannot remember how the hell I came up with this, but I found it in my docs folder a decided I might as well share it.

First version of The Chart™

Because ao3 is being dumb and I need somewhere for them to be so they actually show up in the fic -_-

Credit to RosaNRoss on ao3

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...

Hi friend! Came to follow from ao3! Hope you like it on tumblr!

It's been a bit strange, but also very fun! :D

9 people you'd like to get to know better.

Can't say I expected to be tagged in this, but thank you @atagarock for doing so :)

1. 3 ships; Zolu, Dead on Main, and SoapGhost

2. first ever ship; I can't remember, but probably something Harry Potter related :P

3. last song; If you were a woman (And I was a man) by Bonnie Tyler

4. last movie; Eeeehhh... I haven't watched a movie in over a year I think... The new generation My Little Pony one? Maybe???

5. currently reading; Fanfic. So much fanfic. What are books?

6. currently watching; One Piece Live Action

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Food. Just food. Maybe asian food, can't be too sure.

I have no friends to tag, but if anyone wants to do this, then go right head :D

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