
“My fingers tingle
A sign that doom is due
An avalanche of anguish
Engulfing me and you
Stay strong
Rage on and on and on.”

“My fingers tingle
A sign that doom is due
An avalanche of anguish
Engulfing me and you
Stay strong
Rage on and on and on.”
So the rest of the requests are finally here!!! thank you so much for sending them they were all so cute, I enjoyed doing them ❤
@babygoghst @spacewitchqueen @42dicks @bioticnerfherder

I don’t need luck. I have you.
I`m back from winter holidays with Rogue One husbands

I don’t usually write fanfiction, but @hopeandstardust and I made a little writing workshop and I tested the waters here…
This is a prompt fill with young!spiritassassin, rated T for language. The prompt was “Fight Me.”
I wanted to write something about Chirrut, about how his being blind is not a tragedy. I’m not sure if I managed, but here it is. For @guardianchirrut I hope you like it ❤
“His eyes are weak.” It was something he’d always heard, almost as if people were apologizing for him, for some fault.
Chirrut had been born with different abilities. When he was little he realized he didn’t see the world like other kids did. He could barely distinguish colors and some shapes, but this didn’t bother him. What he couldn’t perceive with his eyes, he could sense in a different, deeper way. Chirrut almost felt like it was the other children who were missing out on something.