• Alexander: If you repeat yourself again I'm gonna scream, honestly, please don't read-
  • Samuel: not your interest-
  • Alexander: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!
  • Burr: Alexander, please-
[170621] Samuel's Vlive Summary

• Samuel was surprised when he started the Vline with 3 million hearts already
• He said hi to the fans in Korean, Chinese and English and showed off his little fawn snapback
• Samuel had to move to another location because the internet connection from the basement was not good.
• Samuel started to read the comments and answered some of the questions.
• Someone asked him what is his fan name. He said Melona. (Not quite sure what it means)
• A fan asked if he likes Messi. He said he likes soccer but he does not know much about it. His favorite soccer player is CR7, Cristiano Ronaldo. (i died at this moment because of the meme)
• He received a lot of comments saying he is cute and his voice is nice. In which, he shyly thanked the fans.
• Someone also asked him to call her noona. Samuel turned red and shy. It took him awhile to compose himself and said “Noona, I love you.” (Iloveyoutoo)
• He was asked to do aegyo and he chose to do the three shaped hearts from Showtime.
• Samuel introduced Brave Bro as his special guest for today and they talked about his coming album in August.
• Brave Bro started to play a sneak peak of five different songs from the albums. Each of them has different unique style that fits Samuel the best.
• Samuel got excited when the hearts come to almost 9 millions. He sang a part of Sixteen, in which is also his title song.
• He asked the fans to support his coming solo debut and look forward to him in the future.
• Samuel also danced and sang to Sixteen one more time as a promise when his Vlive received 10 million hearts.

Cr: @arredondo-samuel

Hamilton Characters as things my friends have said
  • Hamilton: "I'm gonna do something stupid now back tf up"
  • Aaron: "If anyone says pass the salt one more goddamn time I'm sliding down this table!"
  • Lafayette: "I swear to lord I will get my family on you if you don't back up"
  • John: "This is all so gay but that's fine"
  • King George: "Hello I have entered you may now applaud"
  • Maddison: "Okay I'm going to backflip into death now bye"
  • Washington: "I is daddy"
  • Maria: "I mean I could kiss him but I'm secretly gay so yeah"
  • Peggy: "who?"
  • Eliza: *setting fire to pictures of them and their ex* "BURN B**CH"
  • Angelica: *violently shaking computer* "NO BILLY RAY I'M NOT HERE FOR YOU"
  • Samuel: "Read the constitution binch issa free country"
  • Philip: "My mom is pushing me so hard to play piano, okay but if she says I'm playing it wrong again iM TEARING THIS SHEET MUSIC RN"

I’m currently reading Thud!

There is this talk between Vimes and Vetinari which is FULL of touching moments and ITS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL

“What would you do if I asked you an outright question, Vimes?”
“I’d tell you a downright lie, sir.”
“Then I will not do so,” said Vetinari, smiling faintly.

Then they proceed to communicate through Looks which is
He gave Vetinari a look that said: If you take this any further, I will have to lie.
Vetinari returned one that said: I know.
“You yourself are not too badly injured?” the Patrician said aloud.
“Just a few scratches, sir,” said Vimes.
Vetinari gave him a look that said: Broken ribs, I’m certain of it.
Vimes returned one that said: Nothing.

And then Vetinari throws compliments at him left and right like “Sam Vimes once arrested a dragon. Sam Vimes once arrested two armies to stop a war. Sam Vimes once arrested ME. He is an arresting fellow. Sam Vimes cannot be bribed, cannot be corrupted, he keeps digging until he has the truth!”
Vimes is like ??
And Vetinari: “… that’s what the people out there are saying. This is why you need to find the murderer.”
Like, sure, Havelock.
It just becomes beautifully clear that Vetinari, in a way, ADMIRES Vimes. Definitely respects him.

Made even clearer by the next part:
“But if his death can be turned into a casus belli-” here Lord Vetinari looked at Vimes’s sleepy eyes and went on, “-that is, to a reason for war, then suddenly he is the most important dwarf in the world. When did you last get some proper sleep, Vimes?”
Vimes muttered something about ‘not long ago.’
“Go and have some more. And then find me the murderer. Quickly. Good day to you.”
Vetinari KNOWS Vimes can translate casus belli. But he sees that the man is dead on his feet and TRANSLATES IT out of CONSIDERATION
And then he is worried that he isn’t getting enough SLEEP


Every scene these two have together is BRILLIANT and BEAUTIFUL

(look at me, i typed practically the whole scene here lmfao
But literally all of it is SO! IMPORTANT!
I just need to have it on my blog I NEED EVERYONE TO SEE IT

5 Things We Need To Remember As Sisters in Christ
1. Encourage one another (1 Thessalonians 5:11)
Let’s encourage each other. If your sister in Christ is going through something in your life, take the time to send her text or give her a phone call. Let her know you are there. We don’t have to all be best friends, go to the same church, or come from the same background to encourage each other. What unifies us is not common interests or commonality in our stories, but what Christ has done in us. Let’s be encouragers.
2. Pray for each other (Matthew 5:44)
Even if you don’t hang out much and even if you don’t know the whole story of what she’s going through, pray for her. Sometimes it’s easier to pray for those we get along with the most or see everyday, but pray for everyone. Even the ones that have wronged you.
3. Be a friend…a REAL friend (Proverbs 18:24)
Some women will only be your friend because they’re trying to figure out who you’re dating, or what kind of money you make, or what you’re doing in your life. Some will only be your friend because they want something out of you. Let’s learn to be friends because of the love Christ has shown us and we want to share that love. ::
4. Don’t compare yourself to others (2 Corinthians 10:12)
It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, how she’s wearing it, who she’s dating, and what her hair and makeup and body looks like or how much money she makes…Don’t compare yourself to her. It’s just not wise. If you start comparing now, in the future you’ll compare husbands, jobs, neighborhoods, and even your kids! Let’s be wise and appreciate each other without the comparing.
5. It’s not about appearance (1 Samuel 16:7)
If you read 1 Samuel 16, you will see that this verse refers to when Samuel thought he knew what a future king would look like, because he was basing everything on outward appearance and what seemed king-like. We do that. We have all these ideas about what a successful and beautiful person looks like. God isn’t focusing on that stuff, and we shouldn’t either.
Written by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos

anonymous asked:

God is the father of Jesus. God impregnated Mary, not Joseph. What drew people to Jesus was his whiteness. It was very unusual and a miracle in itself to have a man with white skin, golden hair like a lion, and blue eyes walking around in the Middle East. Jesus was the direct descendent of King David. In I Samuel 16:12 it says "And he sent, and brought him in. Now he was ruddy…" In Webster’s dictionary, ruddy is defined as redness; akin to red; having a healthy reddish color. White people blush.

No, hun. Let me educate you.

God is the Father of Jesus, yes. He’s the Father of everything. We know he gave his only begotten Son in order to forgive us. But Joseph is Jesus’ actual biological father. The Bible tells us this. Jesus came into the flesh in order to save us from our sin. He became human.

Romans 8:3
“For what the law could not do, in that which it was weak through the flesh, God sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh, and for sin, condemned sin in the flesh.”

Acts 13:23
“Of this man’s seed hath God, according to his promise, raised unto Israel a Saviour, Jesus.”

So from Joseph, through that bloodline of David, Jesus would be born. In greek the word for seed is “Sperma”. Through his sperm, Jesus was conceived.

Christ does not have “white skin, golden hair like a lion, and blue eyes.” You have been mislead like many by the agenda of the Roman Catholic Church. The man we all commonly mistake for Jesus Christ is Cesare Borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI. Feel free to look up images of him and see the similarities. This is the depiction of Christ according the scripture. The word of GOD and not false ideologies stemming from propaganda.

Revelations 1:14-15
“His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.”

Feet that resemble “Brass burned in a furnace” are something no White person has. Eyes that resemble fire aren’t blue. In fact, not only is Christ not white, so are the angels in Heaven and even The Most High himself.

Daniel 7:9
“I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of Days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of His head like the pure of wool: His throne was like the fiery flame, and His wheels as burning fire.”

The “Ancient of Days” means God, the creator of all. “the hair of His head like the pure of wool.” Who do you know with hair resembling the texture of wool? I’ll wait….

Ezekiel 1:5-7
“Also out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance; they had the likeness of man. And every one had four faces, and every one had four wings. And their feet were straight feet; and the sole of their feet was like the sole of a calf’s foot: and they sparkled like the color of burnished brass.” This is the description of the Angels in Heaven.

Again with the “brass” comparison. White people do not resemble brass whatsoever. Brass has a red tone to it. Everyone has undertones to their skin, especially Black people and people of color or people who have a lot of melanin. I, for example, have a RED undertone. I wear makeup with RED undertones. If my skin is inflamed or irritated, it turns RED. When it’s cold outside, my nose and ears turn RED. White people blush, but so do everyone else. Including people of darker skin complexions. it’s just more difficult to see. Blushing is not unique to Whites… I don’t know where you got that from. Also, depending on which version of the Bible you are reading, 1 Samuel 16:12 has different diction and wording. For example, the King James Bible uses the term “ruddy” but the ISV says “He had a dark, healthy complexion, with beautiful eyes…” Here’s a link to all the different versions of that scripture so you understand what I mean. ( There’s quite a few translations that refer to him as DARK. So I think you’re using certain words to strengthen your point when in reality “ruddy” just means red in color relating to blood or health. If you’re going to refer to a scripture don’t cut it short to leave out information, lol.

Okay I think I’ve made my point. Hope this educated you and you learned more about Yashaya and what the truth really is.

Her Name Is Sarah

“I’m not Samuel. I’m Sarah.” 

read it on ao3!


The legend of the soulmate tattoo dates as far back as mankind. The first stories and tales ever told were about the magic black ink that appeared on your wrist they day you turned eighteen years old. It was through this tattoo that you learned the name of the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with.


Tears pricked at her eyelids in bitter disappointment. It wasn’t Jack, her current boyfriend (although she always knew that relationship was precarious). It wasn’t Race, or Spot, or Specs, Romeo, Blink, Mush, or any of her friends. It wasn’t Davey, who she had dated for a while last year.

The thing that was making her cry was the fact that it wasn’t Samuel.

Katherine Plumber had loved Samuel Jacobs since the day she laid eyes on him. She was convinced that when she woke up on her eighteenth birthday, she would find his name written in her own careful script. Instead, her loops and swirls formed the name Sarah Jacobs. Sarah. Jacobs.

Whoever she was, Sarah wasn’t Samuel. Katherine would never give her heart to anyone who wasn’t him. Poor Sarah.


Jack stared at her wrist as Katherine tried not to cry for the second time that day. He was holding her tightly, leaving small white marks around her arm. She wasn’t crying because she was disappointed, like this morning, but instead her tears fell out of pity. What she had with Jack was always special, but it was more like a competition than a relationship. They worked better as friends, people who understood each other and dominated as a team. Anyways, Katherine had seen the looks that he and Davey exchanged when they thought no one was looking, ones filled with hope and dare she say it, love.

Jack looked up for the first time and their watery eyes met. His boyish charm was gone, and he looked older than the moon. His shoulders sagged forward as the worry lines on his face became clearly evident. Katherine’s heart dropped in her chest, feeling guilty that she had caused this pain. She wanted to love him, and she did, but not in the way that he needed her to. She thought all of this within the span of five seconds, while one tear ran down her face. His grip on her wrist loosened and he took her hand, holding fast and tight. Jack finally smiled, slightly, and Katherine threw her arms around him. They stood there, holding each other until the bell rang above them. As Jack walked away, Kath wanted to yell out after him that he was now free to chase the boy of his dreams. She never wanted to be a second choice with him, but Jack always felt like he had to choose what made sense. Their whole lives, people had been telling them how good of a couple they would make. Little did they know that the two of them had other plans to make their own happiness.

race & spot

She had known that she would not find Racetrack Higgins’ name on her arm, because he was gayer than a whole pride parade. He also had a boyfriend whom he loved very much, even though Spot wouldn’t say it back to him. (Spot Conlon had a rule in which he took things incredibly slow in relationships. He would eventually wait three years to say ‘I love you,’ and seven years to get down on one knee and propose. Race loved every minute of it.) So their reaction of finding Sarah’s name on her wrist was much more joyful than Jack’s, and their words installed something new in Katherine.  


She had waited so long to find Samuel’s name on her wrist that this Sarah had become a supervillain in her head. But Race and Spot celebrated the girl’s name. Race let out a high pitched shriek and grabbed her shoulders, jumping up and down. Spot started laughing at his boyfriend while giving Katherine a small hug, which surprised her. He wasn’t one for physical affection, unless he was metaphorically making babies on someone’s couch at a party. She finally began to celebrate with them, laughing and attracting strange looks from everyone around them. Finally, Katherine broke away from the shebang and said she had to get going, but that she loved them and they meant the world to her. Parting with blown kisses and giggly goodbyes, Katherine floated to her next stop.


Katherine threw herself onto her bed, crying for the third time that day. Not out of pity, but bitter anger. She had confronted Davey about the name on her wrist, and he insisted that there was no one in his family named Sarah that was right for her. Her one chance of being slightly connected to her soulmate was gone and Katherine wanted to scream at the sky. How unfair, she thought. To first take the one person I love away from me, then leave me in the dark?

Davey had been waiting at their usual table in the coffeehouse where she told him to meet her, and he greeted her with a cup of her favorite drink and a balloon tied to the back of her chair. She smiled at the gesture but then got straight to the point. Pulling the sleeve of her shirt back, Katherine demanded that he tell her who this girl was and where she could find her. Davey sputtered that he didn’t know, that the only girl in his family with the name Sarah was his great-aunt. (Who was very much married and too old for her anyways.) Katherine practically blew smoke out of her ears, slamming her fist on the table hard enough to make their drinks shudder and Davey jump back in fright. The look on his face was enough to make her want to apologize but Katherine Plumber didn’t express forgiveness unless she truly felt like she had made the mistake. In that moment, it was Davey Jacobs who had wronged her. She set her jaw and left the coffee shop to head home.

Laying on her bed now, she regretted not being more patient with Davey. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know the girl or that Katherine didn’t have a tolerant bone in her body. Davey had always been good and kind to her, even after she confessed her undying love for his brother while she was dating him. She was the first person he came to when he realized he was gay, and they laughed together when she confessed that she liked girls just as much as boys. She knew that he would forgive her eventually, but they both had a stubborn streak a mile wide so the-

Her phone rang.


She had a mini heart-attack as she answered the phone, knowing soon enough that she would have to tell him about Sarah. They had never genuinely discussed the idea of being in love, just a quick rejection back in middle school when Katherine told him how much she liked him and he shot her down. Thinking back at the memory, she cringed as the lines connected. The first thing she heard was his ragged breathing. What’s wrong, she questioned. Are you okay? A deep shaky gasp.

“Kath. I’m a girl.”

She stopped.

“You’re a girl?”

“A girl. I’m not Samuel. I’m Sarah.”


Katherine stared at her wrist. Sarah.

She felt dizzy.

She hung up on Sarah and raced to her car.


Davey answered the door, glaring at her as she pushed past him and ran to her bedroom. Bursting inside, she found Sarah huddled in a ball on the floor. Before Sarah had time to react, Katherine had her arms wrapped tightly around her. Katherine cried for the fourth time that day, laughing as she swiped at her tears, trying not to stain Sarah’s shirt. Katherine sat on her heels and pushed her sleeve back, showing Sarah her own name. Sarah’s eyes were wide and she smiled, dazed and confused.  



Sarah kissed her, pulling at her waist and bringing her as close as she could. Her heart felt so full, like the puzzle piece that had been missing for years was finally found and Katherine had snapped it back into place.


The legend of the soulmate tattoo dates as far back as mankind. The first stories and tales ever told were about the magic black ink that appeared on your wrist they day you turned eighteen years old. Sarah and Katherine were meant to spend the rest of their lives together.

hey friends! this is my story i’ve been working on for pride month, and i’m super proud of it!! hope you enjoy!!

i am not trans. i wrote this because the lack of trans rep in this fandom is painful and sarah is totally a transgirl in my head. if you find any flaws or mistakes, please let me know! i’m always striving to know how to write other people better, and be educated in other areas of lbgtqa+ that i am not very familiar with.

thank you to @ruthlessanduseless and @rantingace for proofreading this! you guys rock. special thanks to cath ( @newyorksgotus ) for giving me my inspiration and dealing with me all of the time and being the spot conlon to my racetrack higgins. (did u see the Standard Seven Years)

follow me on ao3 (fairiesandtea) and (ffairiesandteaa) for more content like this but it’s all p much trash anyway so

Do the Deed

Summary: With a large assignment due in a few days, the reader is busy toiling away in the library, her roommate offering unwavering support by staying by her side. Who knew an amusing mistake and light-hearted banter could change so much?
Pairing: SamxReader
Words: 2765
Warning: Talking about sex? Lots of euphemisms… 
AN: This is my entry for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Trope Challenge! My trope was a College AU, and I couldn’t help but make fun of my own stupid typos… so yeah, the essay in question is one I actually wrote, as is the mistake.
I honestly didn’t think I’d get this finished, but I’m glad I did! It was a lot of fun to write, but I may go over and re-edit it tomorrow… I’m not 100% sure I’m a fan of the ending. Enjoy!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!


You were pretty sure you’d never worked this hard in your life.

Sam would say that was a complete exaggeration, but considering he had no large assignment due in, you deigned his opinion obsolete as you flicked some of your pencil shavings at him across the library table, just for emphasis.

The lanky law-student rolled his eyes at the childish response, an amused smirk on his face as he quickly typed a response on his laptop.

-it’s not that bad. This time tomorrow, you could be free of it, and we can finally go watch that movie you’ve been ranting about.

You huffed and narrowed your eyes at him over the top of your laptop. How easy it was for him to say it wasn’t so bad…

In response, you chucked a pencil at him. Because you were nothing but mature when it came to venting your frustrations.

If you weren’t in the silent section of the library, you’d have laughed at the brief moment of shock as the pencil hit his cheek and bounced off, clattering onto the desk in front of him; his expression quickly replaced with one of his legendary bitchfaces. You had to make do with a stifled giggle and an innocent, wide-eyed look as he tried to stare you down.

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So I promised you a Kingbury thing

Vaguely, Samuel Seabury remembered reading a philosophy book early in his education that talked about people who lived in a cave. What would the people experience, the book had contemplated, if they left the cave? How would they react?
Here, in this palace, Samuel thought he knew exactly how they would have felt—small, in awe, and utterly, hopelessly out-of-place. He didn’t know who to talk to—and worse, he kept getting lost. In fact, he probably couldn’t find his way back to the side door he’d been admitted through. Where was he staying again?
Suddenly the corridor he was walking down emerged onto a balcony walkway that wrapped around the walls of and looked down upon a first-floor dining hall. Sam felt like a small boy again. He clutched the balcony railing and marveled at the crystal chandelier, at how far away the first floor seemed, and how many floors there still were above him.
Suddenly a door on the far wall flew open and a man rushed out, giving an already nerve-wracked Sam Seabury no time to duck into one of the nearby unoccupied rooms.
The man was muttering frantically to himself and didn’t seem to have noticed Seabury, so the bishop crept backwards, feeling along the wall behind him for a doorknob.
“This is idiotic. Bloody ambassadors—as if I don’t have enough on my mind—” The man was dressed fancifully in obscenely expensive clothing, although he was certainly beautiful enough to look good in anything he wanted to wear—
Sam pushed that thought away forcefully.
The man stalked down the hallway, pausing only long enough to tear the powdered wig from his head (“The damn thing itches, and I refuse to wear it any longer!” he yelled back into the room he’d emerged from) exposing a head of pinned-up, wavy dark blonde hair, and eliciting a small gasp from Sam, who was somewhat appalled at such rough treatment of such a lovely wig.
Upon hearing Sam’s shocked noise, the man turned and spotted him across the overlook. “Perfect. You will do just fine,” he murmured, stalking around the balcony-corridor to the other side where Sam cowered, petrified.
“Sir,” he protested as the man grabbed Sam’s hand and yanked him into the nearest empty room. It could have been a sitting room, or a conference room, or a bedroom for all Samuel knew, because the next second he was pinned up against the neatly wallpapered plaster, and…being kissed?
Yes, his brain confirmed, that was exactly what was happening. That didn’t mean it made any sense, though.
The other man pressed his body against Sam’s with no explanation and roughly claimed his mouth, leaving him at a loss. It wasn’t very pleasant, but…it wasn’t really unpleasant, either. What was the etiquette for being suddenly kissed?
By the time Samuel’s brain caught up with his body (“Kiss him back, you’re supposed to do the kiss thing too, Sammy”), the man had pulled away, breathing heavily. Sam remained in his place against the wall, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips still slightly parted.
“Thank you for your service, sir,” the man said finally, and strode regally out the door.
“Um, sir—” Sam recovered his wits as best he could and followed him out, only managing to catch a glimpse of the blonde man as he turned down another hallway and disappeared.
Samuel stared after him, confused and discomforted, before turning to address one of the men—they, too, looked rich, he noted with trepidation—who were hovering around the entrance to the room from which the mysterious man had first emerged.
“Good sirs,” Samuel called across the overlook, “do you happen to know the name of that man who left his wig just there? Perhaps we should return it.”
Perfect, he congratulated himself. Very smooth.
The men collectively sneered at him, and he shrank back. Not smooth enough?
“Do you not recognize your King when you see him, colonial?”
Oh no.
Samuel Seabury gazed at the hall down which His Majesty King George the Third had disappeared, horror written across his face plainly.
Oh, dear.

@ask-sam-seabury Here’s the first draft of the thing. Should I post it to ao3? What say you? (mun or muse, or both, whatever strikes your fancy)

Whispering: Tommen Baratheon (Lyrics Belong To Ducan Sheik)

Warnings: Pregnancy. Possible sex joke, depending on how you take it. Heartbreak. Labor. Angst. Lots of Angst. Fluff. Happiness. Sadness. Mentions of breastfeeding. Near death experience. Knifes. Blood. Liquids.Though the shortest imagine ever it is somehow also the most emotional. AKA I need to be stopped.

Originally posted by ohdaenerys

“Whispering. Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance. Through their bones. Though their skin.”

It was a mistake, yes, but a beautiful one.

It all started one night at a moonlight ball, which was not un-often in the everlasting summer of King’s Landing. We were both fourteen at the time and because this one was a masquerade ball, we both drew matching mask pairing us up for the night and I couldn’t help but fall for my partner’s smooth skin and gentle dancing. His words as well were elegant and I tried not to focus on looks but his eyes drew me. Before I knew it he was kissing me… And kissing me and kissing me. His lips never being said. It was all moving so fast, too fast. And that is when he took off his mask. I tried to run, when the face of Tommen Baratheon was reveled but I could go no where as he held me tight and, no surprise, pressed his sweet lips tasting of wine and lemon-cakes on my in a urgent matter.

That being said, I never expected him to be the person to lay with someone after knowing them for a few short hours. Nor did I expect me to be that girl, yet there we were. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Me and the King.

“Listening to the souls in the fools night. Fumbling mutely with their rude hands. And there’s heartache, without end.”

Tommen and I were fine. He had loved me deeply and I him. Bliss was all you felt as you spent your days and nights around the boy. For weeks we lived in happiness and joy, though nothing pure about our love anymore, we were children and adults in love alike.

 Then his sister died.

Driven by grief, Tommen had changed.

His days he spent on the kingdom, his nights with me only in the later hours as he held me, kissing my back and refusing to meet my eyes. It was in one of these nights when he spoke to me.

“I am to marry Maragery Tyrell. You must leave by first-light.” He stood and didn’t bother to even look at you, “Forget me. You need to forget.”

It was my turn to cry as he stood as the t in light left his tongue and closed the door.

You didn’t wait.

You stole a horse and left as soon as you could stop crying.

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Forever / Never

p.jh soulmate!au requested by anon

It’s a bit angsty and I thought that you don’t want that, I apologize. and totally inspired by Never (because I wanted angsty), but be sure that there is a sort of a bitter / fluff ending

let’s start.


Word Count: 2.7k (literally the longest I have written)

You never experienced love to an extent, since you and your soulmate never found each other, but a small hunch tells you that he’s close, yet so far away.

Looking at the blank spot on your left wrist, you sighed again for the fifth time that day. You knew that your wrist is where the sentence should be placed at, since every time you drew on it, it immediately fades away like magic. Next to the blank spot is an oval, it seems incomplete, as so you thought.

The moment you heard your soulmate’s voice and what they’d spoke about or for you, the sentence will be etched onto the blank spot immediately with their surname near it. Once you knew their name, the bond will be complete since their name will be forever etched on you.

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