TO ALL DEAR AZULA FANSHey friend I don't know have you heard about the operation Dear Azula" if not than here it goes:TO ALL DEAR AZULA FANS in Personal More Like This
TO ALL AZULA FANS:
The call to action is NOW!
This is operation "Dear Azula"
HOW: We will send them to Mike, Bryan and Gene. Since Mike and Bryan closed the snail mail, some people believed that Bryke shunned the fandom. But with the opening of Bryan's Tumblr account, we have a chance. I suggest everyone should write notes to Bryan with your letters directed to Azula. If enough fans do this, Bryan will listen. As for Gene, he has a "Contact us" thing on his website. Use that to send e-mails to Gene with your letters.
WHEN: Now until Bryan says something
WHY: Azula has a large and loyal following and for three years we fans have prayed that she would be able to get over her nervous breakdown and be out of the asylum as quickly as possible. The news that she would appear in "the promise" and that she got to keep her firebending sparked a bit of hope within the entire fan community.
Citronshipping Fanfic: ShieldCitronshipping Fanfic: Shield in Short Stories More Like This
The dexterity of Marik's long, elegant fingers was, as ever, a matter of fascination to Bakura. He moved with the nimbleness of a jungle cat, the sandy-colored demigod of the desert, and gazed upon his prey with narrowed, luminous eyes, just as he was now staring at Bakura.
"Will you cut off a lock of your hair for me?" he asked, smiling, while he handed Bakura the dagger.
Bakura grabbed the knife. He slipped it through the stained, white strands and snipped off a handful. When Marik approached to take the hair, Bakura suddenly grasped the boy by his waist and brought him close.
"Marik," he said so quietly and sweetly that Marik shivered. "What's the purpose of this? You've still told me nothing. It's almost dawn and I can think of a few other things we could be doing."
Marik slipped out of his hands as easily as if he were made of wet clay. He turned back to the shrine, where he placed the locks of hair.
"Patience. I have plans for that too, but this takes precedence."