Her faith carried him with her. He didn’t want to disturb the silence as they rested against each other, hurting and relaxed, listening to the hum of machinery and the distant billowing of fires. He stowed thoughts of old missions and thoughts of the future away; decided to focus on what he could see and hear and smell for the last moments of his life on Scarif. When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.
I found out last week that I have over 5k followers. It still amazes me that people are interested in my blog. I just want to say thank you to everyone who continues to support my blog and welcome to my new followers!
I adore the Inuyasha series, but I love the people in this fandom even more. I recently started following more blogs, so it’s time for another follow forever.
Blue Skies and Possibilities (Lin/Reader Soulmate AU)
Summary: In a world where you can only see color once you make physical contact with your soulmate, you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Fate has other plans.
Word Count: 8642
Note: Thank you to @the-real-tony-stank for reading this ahead of time and being so sweet and to @thatoneimaginesblog for giving me a cute idea that pops up in here and putting up with a lot of Lin pictures while this got written.
You were in
the forest again.
light streaming through the trees, and the vivid color of the leaves told you
that you were dreaming. You felt a flutter in your stomach and smiled to
yourself. If there was color, that meant he would be here. You let your
instincts take over and walked swiftly in the direction the creek you’d visited
so many times before.
was, just like you knew he’d be. He turned to you with a boyish smile on his
face and you felt like you had just gotten home after a long trip away. You
didn’t have a name to attach to the color of his eyes, but you knew they were
deep and familiar. He held out a hand to you and you grabbed it, never knowing
how much time you’d have here. Tonight was a lucky one. You spent what felt
like an entire summer in the woods, neither of you speaking but somehow
heard a buzzing in the distance, you knew your time was up. You held tight to
his hand, but the world around you faded anyway. The feeling of his fingers
laced with yours was the last thing to slip away.
Should you fall in love with someone, even in the slightest, your skin becomes marked with vibrant colors that depict the story of your emotions. A tattoo, per say. However, should they or you fall out of love, the bright hues dull to black and the feelings you once had for each other melt away. To many, it’s a blessing to not have to live with the pain of your past. But what’s the point when you have too many reminders–say 27?
P A I R I N G ⇒ namjoon x reader
G E N R E ⇒ angst, tattoo au, soulmate au
W O R D S ⇒ 7.281
P A R T ⇒ one | two | three
Pebbles bounced against the sidewalk, caught between the concrete and the rubber soles of boots dragging across the pavement. The movement was slow and the sound was reminiscent of a modern romantic defeat, another tally to add to the chalkboard. Another inked reminder that would be incomplete on a pale skin canvas.
A single finger rose to itch at the back of a studded ear, scratching just above the intricate black swirls of patterned water that was splayed over a neck. The owner of this design–and the 27 others cluttering his skin–wasn’t a lost cause or a serial romantic as many had come to believe. But potentially the most unlucky man in the world.
There were many others like him, decorated in dozens of these brandishes to signify their accomplishments in a manner akin to a trophy shelf. Their skin was littered with these marks of past lovers who were only intended to become blackened symbols. However, hoarding tattoos of ones he adored was not a game to him like it was to others; he feared the attention and judgment that his ink gave him.
He was enamored by people and their stories, the things they had to say and the words that they would whisper to him. Falling for them was simply a side effect of his own curiosity that he had no control over, as the patterns would only appear when the emotions were mutual. People were drawn to him, not for the art etched into him, but for his elegant thoughts and charming words.
!! I found a beautiful girl in the AH–and immediately, I went to check if she was related to Bracken, because I had a feeling she was.
And I thiiink…she’s a…cousin? I’m really, really bad at figuring these things out. I wish there was a thing for that in the Crying Workshop, too. Like ‘these dragons are half siblings!’ or ‘hey they’re 3rd cousins!’
She also stole some of his clothes, ‘cause he was a little too cluttered anyways. Now, she looks f a b u l o u s.
Yo but did anyone catch when Rick was telling father Gabe how enemies turn to friends, we then see him look at Michonne… LIKE BITCH GIMPLE REALLY TRIED TO KILL US!!! Because before Clear they were enemies and then they became friends (& now lovers) in Clear.. which is ALSO where she got her cat and then we see Rick replace her colorful cat with the garbage cat.. I’m a mess