⤷weapons don't weep」

3 years later and my a lot has happened. lets be real for a second cause i've got some updates and i promised y'all i'd keep you informed. so, some things are in the works, i don't wanna say anything when it's not set in stone but things are looking pretty good. i have a friend in the industry that is putting in a few good words with the right people and i've gotten everything written and practically in it's final form.

i don't know, through these past few years i've felt very lucky to have had this blog to look back on when working on this project and i feel so grateful to all of you that interacted with my babies and helped me flush them out. that being said, now that they are flushed out... they want out >:)

i've been working on this thing for a while now, taken a break here and there, but i just miss interacting with them, in all honesty. and i know when and if this thing gets made, i won't really be able to play around with them that much. so i want to do as much as i can with them and it's been so long since they have wanted to interact with others and its been even longer since i have wanted to do more than just focus on the project.

A lot of things are happening. And currently I see little to no reason for me to continue the blog. While tragic as it is, as I had so many things I wanted to explore, my characters are exactly where I need them to be. I understand them far better than I did when I started this blog. Which was the whole point. And now that things are happening, I have to put all my attention towards it. For the sake of these characters and the work I (and those I’ve written with) have put into it. I will not delete this blog. I will archive the blog this week.

If any of you would like to continue writing with me, please. I still love writing with others. Just not with these characters anymore. I have another blog and I’m on discor.d a bunch. Still very slow on both because of what’s going on with this whole project but, it’s a better way of reaching me :)

Gaze is fixed on a spot on the floor until the last person exits the tent. Once the flap closes, fiery gaze snaps up to meet his eyes across the space. Closing the distance only half way into the tent, Clara’s jaw is set until lips part, venom dripping from her lips, her voice low and sharp.    ❝   You do know he went out there looking for you, right? That he risked his life and the lives of everyone else to make sure you made it back home … right?   ❞     She can feel her face reddening, white hot anger churning in her gut like a burning knife.   ( she’d almost lost him ― for this pendejo! )   Shaking her head, a couple of loose strands of hair break free from the tie holding thick brown locks in place. As they drape over her eyes, she can feel her heart rate slowing down as a frustrated huff is pushed through clenched teeth.    ❝   He gets shot and you’re in here. He’s been outta surgery for hours now, Jo! And where the fuck are you? Where were you when he walked through those gates like nothing had happened? You ― you’re supposed to protect him …   ❞

      Brow’s knitted at her sharp words. Surprised wasn’t exactly the word he’d use but, it certainly fits. “I did protect him,” No sense of tension lingered in his tone. “He wanted to keep pushing forward and I’m the one who had to pull him away from the fight. I did my job. Even if you don’t agree with how I did it.” Jonas never peeled his eyes away from her gaze where her emotions sat like an open wound. He couldn’t blame her for worrying about Kane. Everyone was worried, none more than Jonas himself. He just didn’t have the luxury of showing it. There was still a job to do.

“excuse me?” nikola raised a brow, her tone laced with annoyance. spinning on her heel, she turned to face jonas. “i don’t need a babysitter, actually. i spent a year out there looking after my sister all on my own.” putting up a fuss was only natural, but truthfully she didn’t wanted to go out on her own. with a sharp exhale, she folded her arms across her chest. “are you really that keen on looking for expired penicillin and canned green beans?”

“are you sure?” kim wasn’t the best at comforting others, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. “i mean, you don’t have to be fine.” taking a seat next to her, she looked at her feet, swinging them as she spoke. “you don’t have to be not fine either.” shrugging, she looked over at the other. “i kinda just want some space from everyone else, you know?”

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