Slowly, But Surely, It Grows Larger.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

You’ll be missed Devon, and even if it’s incomplete, your drawing still brings me so much joy.

Sometime in the summer of 2023, I asked my boyfriend at the time Devon, to draw some fan art of the goddess Mariana from Treasures for a Treasure by @thewritingdj hoping that I would be able to share it. In October of that same year, he passed away suddenly due to medical complications. It's been really hard remembering and even wanting to share his work because it was incomplete and I know he wasn't happy with the end result at the time and was redoing it. But I feel like his efforts need to be seen at the very least appreciated. I just want everyone to know that no matter what goes on in your life you will be missed. It will definitely be by your loved ones and if you don't believe that there are people that you pass by everyday who will miss your existence in your smile. Life is a very fragile thing and it's hard to see it pass. But enjoy some artwork of an amazing fanfiction that continues to make me smile.

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.

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

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

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

Also I write stuff, if you like fanfics

Please Help Me Raise Money

Hey everyone, it's Shadow.

As you might know, my home life is rocky and currently I'm not in the healthiest environment. My parent recently smashed my tablet, destroying any safe and private way for me to talk to friends, family, or for me to write, draw, or listen to music safely.

I have a Gofundme that is aiming to raise enough cash for me to buy myself an IPod (small, I know) so that I can Safely be able to talk to others and pursue the things I love Safely.

If you can, please donate, as any small bit of money helps. Otherwise, please reblog or share this elsewhere. I need as much help as I can get.

Thank you all so much, and hopefully I can reach out again soon.

-Shadow

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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 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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