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You know, if you think about it a little strangely, then inviting a romance-repulsed aromantic to a wedding is a bit like inviting a nun to an orgy.

It’s just gonna end up with a bunch of people having a good time while getting stared at by a confused, horrified person who has no idea what is even happening or why everyone is so happy about it.

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

I read this and wondered what the HELL I’d missed.

Then I realized they were talking about IT like the guys that fix your tech, not IT as in Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

I was so confused for a minute there.

Got lowkey it!deku brainrot and was wondering if you would be opposed to bitches doing a spinoff fic (I’m bitches)

Of course !! Absolutely! If anyone made IT!deku stuff I’d cry 100%

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.

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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

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

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”.