Jade Harley is a Badass

Okay, so I wrote a Vital Vocab a little while ago and I cannot stop reading it over again. I just really love Jade! She's so elegant and strong and just, just, ahhhhhh Jade.... So anyways, I'm gonna shove the Vital Vocab at you. Read it. Now.

 I heard quiet comments ripple through the crowds as I made my way through the ballroom, my eyes dancing around easily as I took it all in. My party, my grand scheme, it was almost complete. Now all I needed was the Army to take the bait, and the chess game would finally begin.
“My, Jade really does look beautiful tonight, doesn’t she?” I heard from a man, to which a girl responded, “Yeah, she really is sublime.” I smirked slightly as I made my way to a table with all sorts of refreshments laid, picking up a small glass with bubbling champagne in it. As I took a small sip, my mind slipped out, entering everyone’s at once, catching every thought.
Jade looks more stoic than usual, I guess she’s trying to pull her masks again... I heard the single thought and turned to the carrier, catching the Main Guard’s eye. As soon as he met my cold stare, he got my succinct message, swallowed and turned away, trying to join in with an amiable conversation some people were having by him. A girl, elegantly dressed in a green dress, appeared by my side, munching on some crackers and cheese.
“What angle are you trying to play at, Jade?” She asked, some crumbs on her black lips. I merely smiled and took another sip, closing my eyes. “Ah, Leatrin. I’m only playing with my pawns. Notice how I didn’t invite many important pieces to the party?” They all surmise it’s for fun... She scoffed, lifting another cracker to her lips.
“Of course I did; not even Nate is here. Which is why I’m asking, what angle are you getting at with all this?” I finished off my glass and dropped it, hearing the usually strident shatter muffled by the music in the room.
“Bear with me, you’ll see. It’s all laid out.” Leatrin sighed, crossed her arms, turned. “You never tell me your plans.” She walked away, and I stepped over my broken glass, tapping a small button on my wrist. As the music slowed to a stop, I felt a small chip in the back of my throat turn on and my voice projected.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out tonight to join me at my nineteenth birthday party. I hope you’ll all bare your souls tonight as we drink and dance, because you’ve all worked hard for a night such as this.” People started clapping and I let them carry out their applause before they quieted down.
“Now,” I sensed them walk in; the Army, Elizabeth, Beatrix, Tyler, Hank, Anthony, they slowly walked in. I caught Elizabeth's eye, and smiled wickedly. “Let’s all give a round of applause for our special guests, the Army!”

Just a little bonus, here's the dress Jade would be wearing at the ball:

she's such a babe ovo

So, Here's a Thing

So, I just got off break, and to say the least, it was interesting. Allie, my waifu, and I kinda (really) ship our OCs (original character) together. If you don't know who her character is, here's a link to her (somewhat) description. Mine, well, I'll explain that a little later. I'm lazy as heckie. But you got glimpses of them in my Vital Vocabs. Bea, and Anthony. So, over break, we basically just wrote one-shots to each other about them, which was pretty great. For those who don't know what one-shots are, it's pretty much a tiny fanfic, usually one page long.
So anywho, I wanted to post two here. Why two? Well, Allie sent me a really sad one from Anthony's point of view, and then I wanted to continue it from Bea's. So, here's the result. First one is by Allie, and the second, by me. Here ya go:

"Bea, wait!  Wait, I-- I didn't know--"
"Next time, figure it out."  She shrugged me off and kept walking.
"Wait, I-- Please, I..."  I trailed off, and she disappeared down the hallway.  "I'm sorry...."
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That night, I was heading to my room when I passed her in the hall.  I kept my eyes down, hands in my pockets, discreet, unobtrusive.  I wanted to think she'd stopped, done a double-take, just a small one.  Where was I going?  I hadn't slept in my room in ages.  But in reality I knew she probably hadn't even looked up.
And so I went to bed in a room that hardly even felt mine anymore.  For a long time, I didn't sleep.  But I tried.  Lord, did I try.
Late that night, there was a knock on the door.  I hesitated, trying not to get my hopes up.  It wasn't her.  She wouldn't come back, not to me.  She deserved better and we both knew it.
But there she was.  Waiting.  She'd had a nightmare.  She wouldn't meet my eyes.  Gently, I pulled her in, wrapped my arms around her, told her I was sorry.  I was so sorry.  I didn't know what I was doing, I never had, I'd tried to tell her that in the beginning.  She should have listened.  She should listen now.
Instead, she pulled me close, kissed my cheek.  It was okay.  She didn't forgive me, not completely, things weren't perfect, but they were okay.  We were okay.  And we went to bed, keeping close to each other.  And we slept better this time.
That morning, I woke up slowly, light pouring in through the drapes.  I was curled up, my head off the pillow.  I had blankets wound tightly around me.  And I was alone.
Completely alone.
But that didn't make sense.  She, she came....She'd had a nightmare....
And then it hit me.  The distortion of my room, the strangeness when talking, the color in my hair...it was a dream.  All a dream.  What was I thinking?  She never would have come, not for me.  We were back to where we were, back to yesterday.  She hated me.  I'd screwed up, just like with everybody else.  I was stupid to hope this could last.  I knew better.
It was always too good to last.


It had been two weeks since we stopped talking. Two weeks that my behavior got worse, and so did my drinking. I would spend my nights at bars drinking away his face, and in the morning I would miss training. I rarely saw him and when I did I would keep my head down, shoulders hunched.
One night I passed him in a small hallway, barely brushing his shoulder. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he kept his head down. 
So did I.
But when he passed I stopped and turned, looking at him. He kept going, quiet, keeping to the side of the wall. I wanted to say something but...no. A flash of anger made me grit my teeth and I turned, continuing on my way.
I didn't sleep that night and by dawn I was up, pacing the halls with open doors, no occupants. Although, one was closed. Anthony.
I stopped, though I knew I should have kept walking. I leaned in, closing my eyes and trying to hear anything.
"Bea....Bea.....I'm sorry....we're okay......." I felt my chest tighten as I realized he was dreaming. I leaned against the opposite wall, staring at the closed door. Emotions stirred through me, anger, betrayal, sadness, pity, love, and regret. I closed my eyes, trying to shut the thoughts out but then the door opened, and I snapped my eyes open, meeting his.
He looked as bad as I felt. Both of our hair was messed up, sticking up at random places, bags under our eyes.
"B...Bea....?" He whispered, sounding as if he got punched in the gut. And then he had his arms wrapped around me and his face in my messy hair, murmuring something quietly, almost too quiet to hear, but I realized he was just saying it over and over again, mashing the words together.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry--" I shook my head, just a tiny bit and he stopped.
"It's okay." I whispered into his shirt, closing my eyes. "W...we're okay." And his body shuddered, almost as if those words broke a spell and then he was crying. Silent tears, but I knew they were there, dampening my hair and I held him tight, knowing that it was true.
Although we were broken, we would be okay.


This oneshot thingy merbob gave me so many feels guys, I can't even process it. This pairing just...just...it's perfect. In every way. Here's my emotions of this ship:

Courtesy of Tumblr

So anywho, I hope you liked it. I certainly did.

Hello Friends~

Here's another vital vocab. This ones a little sad uvu

         I closed my eyes and sighed, watching Bea disappear around the corner of the hall. Dammit, why did she have to be so oblivious? Or maybe...it was just me. I never was quite good with the whole affection thing. Bad memories floated around my head and I shook them out quickly, pacing the halls. Maybe I should just quit on her...
       I rubbed my temples, the thought leaving my head as soon as it came. I knew I couldn’t. I fell hard for Bea Holmes and I was stuck with the consequences. Consequences being...
       “Oh, Anthony!” I looked up, my honey colored eyes meeting the dark brown ones of Tyler Noel, Bea’s partner. I swallowed another sigh, straightening. “Mmh?” I answered him. He smiled brightly at me, walking towards me.
       “Did you hear the news?” The spark in his eyes, the grin, his voice. To anyone else it sounded like good news. To me everything he said was ominous. I raised an eyebrow, too tired to answer him. He carried on anyway.
       “I proposed to Bea!” My heart stopped, my breath catching in my throat. “And she said yes! I can’t believe it!” I couldn’t either. Nor could I find my voice. “Speechless, eh? Me too, frankly. Well anyway, catch you later!” He brushed past me, and left. I found myself stuck to the tiles my feet were on. Everything was quiet, except my head. Inside, everything was screaming, swirling, twisting. I felt sick.
       I finally made myself move. Where? I didn’t know. I had to get out of this place though. Where? Who knew. Maybe if I ostracized myself for a bit, cleared my head, I could...I could...could what? Forget? Instead of the entrance of the base I found myself at my room, then my bed. I blinked and found the orthodox walls were oblique. Slowly I realized I had collapsed onto my bed, the brown blankets soft against my cheek. I closed my eyes.
      “Bea...” I murmured, trying to make everything stop spinning. But I couldn’t. Why?
     The girl I was in love with was going to marry someone else.