Reblog To Unleash This Cat On Your Mutuals

I am here to look at fanart and because Twitter confuses me.

Also I write stuff, if you like fanfics

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

1920s Baroque Works 🥂

Always wanted to do a movie poster redraw of the Great Gatsby so here they are!!

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.

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

In 'Treasures for a Treasure (pearls pale in your eyes)' how does Marco react to the ocean loving Ace even though he ate a devil fruit 'cause that's gotta hurt him seeing that.

Meeting Ace doesn't have much of an effect, honestly.

The first time Marco met a gold speckled who had eaten a Devil Fruit, and realised that they were still loved by Mariana, he was absolutely broken. He probably spent a good long while crying in a corner somewhere, because how is it fair that they can eat a fruit, willingly, and still be loved, but he is hated for having it forced on him?

But at this point in the story, Marco has been alive for many, many years. He's met countless gold blooded, some with Devil Fruits, some without, and he's grown to accept that they are loved, and he isn't. He's a Priest of the Sky, and has been for much, much longer than he was a Priest of the Sea.

He misses Mariana, sometimes, but he is loved by Caelus in a different way, and he cares deeply for her in turn.

Mostly, he just found it funny that a grandson of the Sea ate the fruit that turned him into fire.

something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

The latest version, V5

I continue to torment my platonic spouse

Credit to RosaNRoss

This is so cool!

Look at her!!!! :DDD

hey! I'm a one piece fanfiction lover (it'll be pretty obvious as my fanarts and au's are posted) and I'm even a writer! I recently read the fanfic "treasures for a treasure" by TheWritingDJ on AO3 and was enchanted by one of its characters, Mariana. Recently Oda revealed that Mother Nature is a real entity in One Piece and that gave me even more inspiration! This fanart is a representation of Mother Nature as I imagine it, but it was strongly inspired by Mariana from TheWritingDJ! Hope you like it!

(can she be considered an oc? i think so)

here is the link to this wonderful fanfic!

and if you want to read some of my work (I hope) my username is zoluarts on ao3 !!

Asked my friend Cover_Mystic if she could maybe draw Caelus and look at this :DDD

She’s so pretty :DDD

You guys can find Mystic at her Twitter and Instagram

Give her some love, she's really good <3