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.
Slowly, but surely, it grows larger.
All credit goes to RosaNRoss, who deserves all the hugs and praise in the world
Spear-bearing straight
Not accurate, but funny
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
Look at this gorgeous woman :DDD
the goddess of war, the earth, goddess Donovan sketch for my brilliant writer @thewritingdj !!! I hope you like it <333
Boundless Caelus, the Sky Itself made flesh and bone, God of Death, God of Peace, God of Justice, as drawn by my wonderful friend Cover_Mystic.
She's supposed to look Greco-Roman, but the hair makes her look Egyptian. Not that it matters, I love her either way :D
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
My very good friend Cover Mystic made this drawing of Mariana and I absolutely love it
and even with all of this, Mexico remains Not Canada
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
Me in Minecraft and literally nowhere else
Drown me in OCs, I’ll die of happiness before I can suffocate
Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it.
You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.
Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.