Book 2 of Don't Lose Hope is up for download! I know I don't post much about my writing here, over my art. But I've been chugging away <3

         ❝     okay, yeah, this is bad. this is really fuckin’ bad.     ❞

  he wipes bloodied hands off on the material of his jumpsuit (already stained with all   manner of who-knows-what; another won’t hurt), motions jerky and frantic. his gaze   is fixed to the still form of the probation worker on the floor  —  probation workers, it’s   always the probation workers, someone should probably make a point of mentioning   the occupational hazard in the job interviews  —  and inhales, tries to think.

         ❝     barry always knows what to do with this stuff, the creepy little bastard, what                 would he say? never mind, he’s useless, i can come up with somethin’ way                 better than whatever his idea would be. right, this is basically routine by now,                 yeah? we kill people all the time, we should be learnin’. we can just  —  i dunno,                 stuff him in a locker ‘til the others get here. no one actually looks in these things,                 do they? then again, he might bleed all over the floor a bit.     ❞

taken from X

“No shit!” There was no more time for any dicking around, seeing that the probation worker was already lying on the ground, and no much of anything coming from his end anymore. “I can’t believe we’ve dun it again, for fuck’s sake—” Kelly had absolutely taken this too far, they both had it seemed, the luck of the workers coming and going much too quickly.

While it seemed Nathan had been trying to come up with a plan, talking mostly to himself at that point, the young woman let out a harsh scoff, clicking her tongue as if to try and get him to stop. “Would you shut it! If somebody finds ‘im, we’re gonna ‘ave to explain ourselves, and we can’t ‘ave another dead body on our hands. We’ve got to find a proper place to hide him, at least until we have time to actually get rid of him.”

        ❝ oh... oh gosh! ❞      she exclaimed with the horror of realization in her voice, after she searched through her purse, the palm of her hand colliding with her forehead.          ❝ I am so SORRY! I must have forgotten to bring any fucks... really so sorry... ❞

          “I need a fill of violence to bust up the silence for real.” Five’s            holding a gun, and has been looking for something to do with           it, something that he could focus on that wasn’t bad memories           and probable trauma. He leveled the gun near Nathan and           just fucking shot the wall behind him.