Happy Halloween!!

Hey guys! I just wanted to wish you all a great Halloween, and the hopes of not getting cavities. Also, here's a little something that I made. It's the crew, all ready for trick or treating! From left to right, it's Nate, Shade, Darel, and Bea. Anyways, see you all next time!! (click on the picture for the full size)

Whoa who would've guessed I sure didn't

Yeah it's more Neat. sorry.

*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.