Me In Minecraft And Literally Nowhere Else

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

Hello! I want to notify you that I've started translating your fanfic "Treasures for a Treasure (pearls pale in your eyes)" into Russian on the Ficbook.net (Russian analogue of AO3)

I'm not sure if the link will work but it's here

I’m so sorry, I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to notice this!! D:

Thank you for the heads up and know that you have my full support in this endeavor :D That you wanna take time out of your own day to translate my silly little story makes me so happy :DD

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

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 !!

It do be like that

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

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

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.

Gotham Skies glow Brave and Bold

When Thomas Wayne dies, everyone feels it.

It doesn’t matter that it’s late at night. It doesn’t matter that most people are asleep or that some are so hopped up on caffeine they can taste color or that some are so drunk they can barely remember if they’re wearing shoes or not.

None of it matters.

Because suddenly, without warning, every single person in Gotham, from the poorest urchin to the sleaziest mob boss to the richest philanthropist, hears a sound like a gun going off right before something snaps.

It’s like the world stops.

Suddenly, breathing is impossible, throats caught on nothing but the shocking feeling of loss. Suddenly, skin becomes freezing cold, like all the warmth has been sucked from the room. Suddenly, knees buckle and eyes shoot open and heads turn unerringly towards the same place, looking to where there is now a hollow space in countless chests.

And suddenly, everyone knows.

Thomas Wayne is dead.

Gotham’s Sky is dead.

Someone killed their Sky.

The world stands still, breaths caught and fingers freezing and Souls screaming.

And then the world burns.

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Because if DC and Katekyo Hitman Reborn! existed in the same universe, you know everyone in Gotham would have Flames and you know the Waynes would be their Skies.

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