#enhancedblaze

I got two feet anyways. ((Writer's Blog.))

Because no offense,Tumblr is not a place where original fiction writers are appreciated enough. Plus, at this rate, this blog's gonna go from an RP blog to a writing blog and I don't want that to happen.

So, I'm moving anything that doesn't involve RP to Wordpress. All of my story ideas, new characters, and etc. will be found there. I just made the account and while I'm still trying to figure out how it works, I already like it a lot more.

You can find me on Wordpress here.

Thanks for reading!

scott/marcus get the dillon/tenaya story

10000000% LESS DILLON

summer/fynn/gem/gemma get to be actual characters

jungle fury team up

ziggy isn’t a sexist jerkoff

She didn't know where they were. But that didn't matter- all that mattered was the life breathing, shuttering, living, bleeding profoundly in her lap. His body was littered with cut and stab wounds and bruises that bloomed into purple flowers.

Merle.

This was all her fault.

"Merle? Merle." CANDLE Agent Cerys Whitlock repeated, trembling as she grasped her partner's hand caked in blood. Some of it soaked into her own clothing. She didn't care.

Blearily, Merle blinked before groaning in pain. "Cerys...? You didn't-"

"I'm sorry Merle." She answered, unsuccessfully blinking back tears. "They were going to kill you and I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't- I can't lose you-"

"It's okay..." He cut her off with a soft, gentle voice. With his other hand, he cupped his partner's cheek, slowly thumbing away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "It's fine, I'm fine-" 

He coughed violently, a spurt of blood oozing out. Frantically, Cerys laid him flat on the ground as she ripped her sweater off to press it against one of Merle's wounds.

"Hang in there, Merle. Ye going to be just fine; ye just haveta stay awake. Don't close ye eyes, stay with me, Merle- MERLE!" He had closed his eyes then as if in resignation to his fate. Cerys froze as the world shattered at her feet. She threw her head back and screamed at the heavens. Begging. Pleading.

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For heroic-dichotomy or enhancedblaze

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Of all of the people whom Tsukasa had 'visited', she considered actually saying hi to them, Sandor Mothwing and Zion. Then she crossed that option off the list.

There were two more places she needed to go before she could relax.

As usual, it was just the two of them, Sandor and Zion, in the apartment. Both sitting on the couch, Sandor was also hugging Zion as their eyes were glued to the TV screen showing a Christmas movie.

Sandor looked pretty pleased.

Zion, to Tsukasa, begged to differ. Or at least how he appeared to seem- secretly he could be enjoying Sandor's hug. 

Speaking of which, Zion must've said something- probably about Sandor hugging him- indicting some kind of lively protest on Sandor's part. Tsukasa smirked a little before her breath hitched.

For moment there, it was not Sandor and Zion on the couch; it was them.

Oswin and Camara. 

She stiffened, all traces of a smile disappearing. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to say hi to them. It was still too soon...

And besides, sooner or later, Zion would notice her. He probably would have, had it not been for the movie. 

Forcing herself to calm down, Tsukasa hastily placed two boxes on the windowsill of their apartment before climbing down the stairway onto the sidewalk. She didn't bother knocking-

They'd notice them soon anyways.

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Merry Christmas! Have a great one! ^-^

is it bad that this is my favourite arc yet