*whiSTLES LOUDLY* GOD DAMN.

SO HEY GUYS GUESS WHO'S OFFICIALLY TRASH? THAT'S RIGHT, ME.
i've basically sold my soul to Neat. wow. that ah, that did not take long at all. hmmmmmm. anyway, the point of this post is to demonstrate just how completely fricked i am. on Tumblr, good ol Tumblr, there's a lot of posts on there. lots of them have to do with random shit. and others have to do with OTP oneshot prompts. so, there's one where it's along the lines of "that one ship where they "hate" each other so much but would be completely devastated if something happened to the other." yeah, yeah that's Neat. the other one is "what a nice otp you have there it'd be a shame if oNE WAS BRUTALLY EXECUTED IN FRONT OF THE OTHER." hmmm. "imagine if person A took the fatal shot for person B, but instead of a dramatic death scene playing out, person A is dead before they hit the ground." ....yeah. here you go. all wrapped up nicely for you. good luck.

  I didn’t think about it. I just moved, closing my eyes, gritting my teeth. “Move!” I shouted,  jumping forward. I slammed into Nate, pushing him down, away from the gunshot. I felt it rip into my chest, coughed out some blood. Opening my eyes, I collapsed, crumpling. I hit the ground dead.

   I stared down the barrel of the gun, accepting my fate. But then, I heard her. “Move!” Bea screamed, and I felt myself being shoved. I fell, and I heard the shot ring out in the silence. I turned my head, and saw her crumple to the floor, her eyes open still. She was staring into nothing. A bit of blood dribbled from her lips. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I scrambled over to her. My hands barely touched her as I rolled her over. A dark red stain was spreading from her shirt, a ragged hole right over her heart.
“Bea.” I whispered. “Wake up. Bea, stop playing around.” I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her skin was cool already. “Get up. Stop. You aren’t dead. Get up.” I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Jade. She was still holding the gun, smoke trailing from the barrel. I realized I was shaking, ever so slightly. No.
  “Even if she played hero to save your life, you’re still at your execution, Jones.” I felt my Shadow stir. I didn’t try to stop myself. Not this time.
  “You shot her.” I rasped, my voice dry, low. “You killed her.” Jade raised the gun, blowing the smoke away. I felt myself slipping. “Obviously.” She said, and motioned to some guards. They stepped towards me. I glanced down at Bea, and saw her hazy violet eyes. Then, I lost it.

#REGRET

Okay. Okay so not only is this late, but. But I'm just trash. So like, two posts ago, I wrote a Neat thing. A little drabble. Well in that small amount of time between then and now, I kinda started shipping Neat hard. And by hard, I mean really fucking hard. I wrote smut for it. I am so sorry. I'll put it under a cut. (U////////////U)

A Childhood Incident

So, a part of Jade's backstory is a bit...hazy. In her description, it's said that she has a long, horizontal scar running across her cheek, from an incident when she was a child. Some were confused about it. So, I decided to try and write what had happened. To give some background, Jade used to be called a witch child because of her odd looks, and because she couldn't touch anyone without making them pass out, or become very weak. At home, she would be beaten by her father. But, she made a friend (that she slowly started to fall in love with) that had the same situation at home. They stayed friends for a little, until one night...

We Interrupt This Program For a...Neat Announcement.

I turned the corner of the hallway, taking a sip from my flask, before hitting someone, and grunted, stumbling back. Quickly slipping my flask away, I glared at whoever hit me, a sharp remark on my tongue. 

My hazy violet eyes met frosty blue ones, and I realized it was Nate.

“Oh. You.” I said, faint disgust in my voice. I noticed that some of my whiskey has spilled onto his shirt, and he reached up with a handkerchief - a handkerchief - and patted the stain. 

“Yeah. Me. Seems your recklessness has gotten the best of you yet again, Holmes,” he said, angrily. “Ugh, whiskey stains horribly. I should have you marked up for this. Underaged drinking in school. Absolutely ludicrous.” I rolled my eyes, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. 

“It’s not illegal in Europe,”  I said, crossing my arms.

“We’re in America.” 

I shrugged. “Same difference.” 

He sighed, annoyed, and tried to get past me. “Honestly, you’re not even worth my time–” I stuck my foot out and tripped him, making him stumble and almost fall.  I smirked, and he turned, his eyes flashing. 

“What was that Jones? Couldn’t hear you over how awesome I am.” I turned to him and stepped forward, getting into his face. “You’re just some pretentious lame-ass that’s manipulative. That’s all you’ll ever be. Stop pretending you’re so high and mighty, nerd.” He glared at me a second longer before smirking, leaning right back, so we were inches apart.

“Same with you, Beatrix,” I cringed, glaring furiously at him, “you’re nothing but a drunk, arrogant, good for nothing–” I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him a few inches up, before pushing him into the wall. He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the fact that I was getting annoyed. I gritted my teeth, holding him there.

“If ya knew what was good fer ya, you’d shut up,” I hissed, my southern accent peeking out. He smiled some more, letting me hold him in the air. “You don’t scare me, Bea, in fact, you hardly intimidate me. Much less impress me.” I felt him trying to get into my head, stir my emotions.

“To be completely honest, the only thing you make me feel is slightly…” I felt an emotion click in my head, and heat flooded my stomach, making my thoughts go fuzzy. 

“…turned on.” 

I felt my grip on him slacken, watched him come back down to eye level. I pressed him into the wall as lust overtook my senses for a short moment, just enough to make me lean forward and catch his smirk in a kiss.

Fuck.

Oliver Ace Vindico

As I said a few posts back, I have a new character. I actually really like him. No one else does. One of my friends especially. She said he was stupid. ._. but! I shall still love him, because he's awesome, and kinda like, the only POC character. :\ we weren't really good with that. I'm trying to fix that. Anyways!!! Here's my new character that I adore!!!!!! :D

Oliver Ace Vindico

Gender:

Male, Gender-fluid

Age:

20 years old (Birthday being November 11th)

Height:

6’ 3’’

Status:

Antagonist/Neutral

Ranking:

He’s part of the aerials, just another solider of the Shadows. He prefers to go bye himself, and usually strays from the main group that he’s assigned to. He likes to fancy himself as a higher ranking, as he should be, but every time he almost gets promoted he ends up pulling a prank or doing something wrong, and does not. He also is a part of the Shadows more casual side, where people work to give food, or heal, or anything. Instead of being useful, he has a tattoo parlor. Though, he’s pretty popular.

Power:

He’s an animator. Not one who writes and makes cartoons, but instead, can bring inanimate objects to life, or make things that can come to life. Think of Mickey Mouse and the wizard hat. How he’s able to animate the broom to be able to work for him. Oliver can do that. Although, he usually does it with slightly more fun objects, and with better motivation. This is also why he has a tattoo parlor. He gives people moving tattoos, such as a tree blowing in an imaginary wind, a cat licking its paw, etc. 

Besides his animation ability, he has one ace up his sleeve that earned him a spot in the aerials: he has wings. A spinoff of Darel and Shade’s experiment, Lea decided to take her stepbrother and give him the DNA of a hawk, and with that, came wings, an hawk’s vision. He uses a sniper rifle to take out his enemies from above.

Appearance:

Oliver has shaggy black hair that’s spiked up in the back, and always wind swept. It occasionally falls into his eyes, a dark, dark brown color. He likes to wear eyeliner around his eyes. He has light, pale skin, usually only dirt smudges marking up his cheeks. He usually wears plain t-shirts, and a long, black trench coat over it. Wrapped around his neck, he has a red scarf given to him by his sister, though it’s a bit old and dirty from the years. He likes to wear skinny jeans, and bright red chucks. He has massive black wings (usually hidden under the trench coat - but you can see slits in the trench coat where the wings can peek through) that have a span of three of him. They usually brush the ground behind his feet.

On his back he has a sniper rifle, strapped around, and on his belt he always has more rounds, ready to be in action at any moment. He has tattoo sleeves, with Japanese art, dragons, cherry blossoms, and samurais. On his back he has a dragon, reaching from his neck to his ass, and it swirls around, occasionally blowing flames along his shoulders.

Personality:

Oliver has a heart of gold, and a mind that doesn’t really know what’s going on. When he was brought into the Shadows, Lea went into his head, and poked around until she rewired it so that he doesn’t have any morals. He honestly doesn’t think killing is bad, and kinda enjoys it when he’s in the air, thinking it’s a game. He’s extremely sweet, and very casual around everyone. He’s aromantic, and used to have flings with his friend, Bea, before she left to go to the Shadows. He loves to pull pranks, and also cause trouble, and generally has a care free vibe about him, not really caring for all that dull war stuff. He rarely ever gets serious.

Other Information:

Oliver is from South Korea, his mom marrying Lea’s father, and making him her step-brother. He was all for joining the Shadows, and joined when he was fifteen, making it his fifth year with them. Lea was originally going to ignore him, but started to grow a soft spot for him, and when she found out his ability to animate things, she decided to bring him in and make him more useful. 

Kill Count: 

He doesn’t like to keep a count (not that he would remember anyway).

And here's a picture of him! God. I love him. His wings are wrong but that' the best I could do. I assure you, he does not have tiny little bat wings. Nope. But so yeah! He's probably going to show up often now, since he has been properly introduced. c: Until next time!

o H SHIT

OH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO UPDATE THIS BLOG FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS SHIT MAN SHIT SHIT SHIT OKAY SORRY

aHh I'm crying I'm so sorry guys! QoQ Okay, okay so, let's just ignore my complete forgetting to update. Okay. So, in my last post, I was talking about my need to change Jade, my super unoriginal character, into someone that would fit the part of a sadistic-al and cold queen/leader of the Shadows. And, I think I found the answer. So, from Jade Harley...to Jade Hexe Young!

To start off, I kept her first name, as you can see. She's just always going to be Jade, and that's perfectly fine with me. Her middle name is actually a small little joke. Not really. But kinda. So, Jade is from German heritage, and when she was born, her father called her "Ah! Hexe! Hexe!" Hexe means "witch" in German. I mean, you'd be a little startled when your child has white hair and bright red eyes, right? So, her father just called her Hexe from then on. So as a cruel joke, she took that name up as her middle name. Isn't that just funny?! Hahaha...haaaa......................anyway. Her last name, it was actually just picked randomly. It sounded like a pretentious last name, and so I shrugged and put it as her last name. I kinda like it, actually. Jade Hexe Young.

Now, to get rid of her look as to Fem! Prussia, I decided to change only a couple things. I wanted to keep her red eyes and white hair, because that's a big part of her. So, instead, I focused on what hair style she has, and her outfit. Before, it was a red, white, and blue colored pirate outfit. Which was really weird. I didn't really...get...why I did that...But! It's much better now.

So, basically, what she wears now, is military type dresses that are black, and knee high wedges, that are also black. She has badges and such on her chest, and wears a belt that has her sword on it, but other than that she rarely wears any makeup or jewelry. Sometimes she's seen with a small red cross on, and mascara, but other than that, nothing else. It's basic and also, really nice. One problem with the outfit that I'm going to show you, the boots are off. I couldn't find exactly what I wanted on the site I made the outfit on, so it's a separate picture.

As you can see, the boots are much different. Much cooler. Mhmmhm. Anyways, moving onto her hair, I think I'm going to have it be at just past her shoulders, somewhat rounded in, so if she's leaning forward you can tell easily that it's curled slightly at the tips. I didn't really want her to hair straight hair, so this works. So, yeah! The revamped Jade Young. Woo! Sorry again for the late post, and until next time!!