#aftg smash or pass

[kevindavidday]

more importantly

[ninyard]

i feel like aftg is a piece of media in which… u can ship everyone and it could work out😭 like there are no ships i’m vehemently against and i think that is soooo beautiful

Yeah you’re right like there may be some ships where I’m like “okay! Not my Cup Of Tea” but I don’t think I’ve ever really seen any that have made me think like “Absolutely Fucking Not”

[thedeathwitchescats]

I was reading a few quotes from aftg earlier and was reminded that the canon reason drake overpowered andrew was by smashing a beer bottle over his head. I have thoughts. So, idk if yall have ever had a beer bottle smashed over your head, but while yea, it hurts like a bitch, this isnt the movies, your more than likely not gonna pass out. Unless it was like an entire wine bottle or something, your just gonna fall over or lose your footing for a sec. Which means that drake had to either threaten andrew with someone elses safety or drake somehow physically overpowered andrew which I find to be so unrealistic bc andrew is a very buff goalie who regularly works out and boxes. Like, he is characterized as someone who would be very difficult to physically overpower. Which brings me back to the threats, I think that drake had to have threatened andrew in some way to make andrew- I dont want to say cooperative bc thats the wrong word for this scenario, but like, noncombattive??? Idk, you get my point. But either way, they were with the entire group of monsters and considering how worried about Aaron that andrew was im going to assume that drake probably threatened Aaron. Which brings me to a different point. I think the reason andrew was so upset that neil went to evermore to protect andrew was because andrew was doing the same thing for Aaron and he knows how much that hurts and he was mad that someone else did that for him because he is supposed to be the protector.

[internetcowboi]

Hey y’all, ty for the tags today @johnwgrey @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart and on Sunday @bazzybelle @themandilorian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @excalisbury! I’ve had a bit of a rough week mentally so I skipped SSS, so consider this a tag back for today and/or next Sunday :) I have 2 fic wip snippets to share, one Simon Snow and one AFTG! 

Vampire!Natasha during the attack on Watford from my COBB wip:

I can’t be. I won’t be. I-

I snarl at the vampire and flick my wrist. His eyes widen in horror at the flame conjured in my palm. I hurl it at him and he bursts alight. I conjure another one and take a breath. I have to do this, for Basilton. I won’t have his mother be a monster. I’ll say goodbye, and I’ll go. I’ll rid the world of these monsters, and he’ll be safe, and I’ll go. 

I search the room frantically, searching for his familiar mop of black waves, and find Basilton backing into the wall on the other side of the room. 

There’s another vampire looming over him. 

“No! Basil-” 

The vampire sinks his teeth into my son’s neck. His mouth is so big, and Basil’s neck is so small. My boy doesn’t cry out, doesn’t even move. He just stares back at me, eyes pleading. 

I’ve got you. 

I think about being closer to them, and then I am. It’s impossibly fast. I wrap my arm around the vampire’s neck and tug. He chokes, releasing his grip and falling back against me. I turn to face us away from Basilton and finish him off with my teeth. 

Aaand here’s a snip from a lil 3+1 Andreil fic I’m working on, featuring grumpy Kevin, shitty Twinyards, and excessive ice cream consumption: 

Andrew and Neil are sat side-by-side on the floor, legs sprawled underneath a coffee table littered with half-eaten ice cream pints and a solitary electrolyte drink (Kevin’s futile show of defiance in the face of their excessive sugar consumption). Despite his best efforts, Neil is losing another round of Super Smash Bros. He turns to see Andrew’s face, calm as ever, as his Kirby finally dies at the hands of Andrew’s Bowser. Neil’s grinning, he knows he is, and that’s exactly why Andrew does not return his gaze and instead takes hold of an ice cream pint and stabs at it mercilessly. 

“Is it my turn yet?” Nicky whines. Neil tosses the controller over. “Prepare to die, Minyard.”

Andrew beats him one-handed, heaping spoonfuls of peanut butter cookie dough ice cream into his mouth at the same time. 

“Fine,” Nicky huffs, sitting up right. Aaron immediately shifts further into the couch, claiming the space while Nicky’s distracted. “Other Minyard. Let’s fucking go.” 

Aaron stares at Andrew, who keeps a tight grip on the controller. Eventually Neil sighs and holds out his hand, into which Andrew deposits the controller. He passes it to Aaron, receives a glare for his assistance and rolls his eyes in response. 

Aaron beats Nicky two rounds in a row, but Nicky takes him out in the third. 

“I fucking told you!” Nicky shouts. Kevin shoots him an annoyed look from his desk. “Oh whatever, Day, some of us know how to have fun.” 

“Maybe if you put half the effort in on court as you do with this stupid game, you’d be a better Backliner.” 

“Ooh, straight to the heart, Kev. You cut me deep. Seriously though, get over here. You’ll get a kick out of it.” 

“You’ll get a kick out of me in a minute,” Kevin grumbles. 

Kevin ends up on the couch between Nicky and Aaron, hunched forward with focus as he button mashes and grunts at the tv. By the time Nicky wins their first round he’s elbowed Aaron twice, purely on accident (he claims). 

“Fuck this,” Kevin growls. “Load up another round.” 

Aaron snorts and receives a third elbow to the ribs. 

More tags for today! @mostlymaudlin @otherworldsivelivedin @rainbow-0bsidian @marvel-lous-things @tea-brigade @aristocratic-otter @stillmadaboutpetra @palimpsessed @moodandmist @prettylightsbigcity @skeedelvee @bookish-bogwitch​ @confused-bi-queer​ @ileadacharmedlife​ @urban-sith​ 

[spacepanda7]

I know a lot of AUs of AftG/TFC have been done in the Avatar universe, but has anyone done an Avatar: the Last Airbender AU?

Kevin, the Avatar has been missing for 100 years, before he is unwittingly discovered inside an iceberg by estranged waterbender twins Aaron and Andrew and their nonbending cousin Nicky who live in the Southern Water Tribe. (Aaron and Andrew do not give me waterbender vibes, but changing the nations didn't work that well, since either their trips would end up way shorter or the Air Nomads would be the world invaders. Which, no. Oh well, Aaron wants to heal people.) They find out he is the Avatar and reluctantly agree to accompany him to the Northern Water Tribe to learn waterbending. Along the way, they find out the exiled fire nation Prince Nathaniel is hunting the Avatar, in order to regain his honor. He is traveling alongside former General David Wymack, a taciturn man who nonetheless tries to guide and help his ward.

Along the way, they meet some interesting people and new friends including Roland, the leader of the Freedom Fighters, Dan, a young earthbender who Kevin helped break out of prison, and Erik, who leads the Kyoshi Warriors, and also encounter new enemies, including Commander Tetsuji of the Fire Nation. Once they get to the Northern Water Tribe, they meet the waterbending master Chuck. Initially, he wants to make Aaron go into warrior training instead of healing, as he wishes, due to the fact that male waterbenders are drafted to fight. But after a beatdown from Aaron, the Healing master Abby, and the fighting master Betsy (women fight here, they have an option but men have to) he agrees to let Aaron train as a healer. Andrew learns how to fight alongside Avatar Kevin. The Fire Nation invades, Kevin is briefly captured by Prince Nathaniel who Andrew defeats in a few seconds flat, and Commander Tetsuji tries to kill the Moon and is dragged into the Spirit World. Goodbye and good riddance to him.

So, next stop is the Earth Kingdom, where they look for an earthbending master. Eventually they find Katelyn, a young earthbending prodigy who was blinded in an accident as a child, and is therefore overly sheltered by her parents and sneaks out to fight in the Earth Rumbles. She travels with them to teach Kevin earthbending, and despite her disagreements with Kevin and Andrew (Aaron is immediately rather taken with her), she becomes a part of their group. They find out they have a new pursuer, the Crown Prince Riko of the Fire Nation and his two close nonbending friends, Jeremy, a cheerful chi blocker, and Jean, an apathetic swordsman (Knives will be Neil's thing). Meanwhile, Nathaniel and Wymack end up pursued by Riko as traitors, and are forced to go incognito in the Earth Kingdom, taking on the names Kyle (idk, in honor of Kayleigh, okay?) and Neil Josten.

Their paths cross in Ba Sing Se when they meet the conniving leader of the Dai Li, Proust. They tangle with the Dai Li and the incognito Prince Riko who is disguised as Erik, who recently rekindled a romance with Nicky on their way across the Serpent's Pass and was captured shortly after. After Nathaniel and Andrew are captured and thrown into the catacombs together, they talk, during which time Nathaniel expresses remorse for the suffering and personal trauma the Fire Nation inflicted on Andrew. He in turn, reveals that he is only after Kevin due to fear of what his father, Firelord Nathan, would inflict upon both him and Kevin's group if he doesn't obey, saying that while he is attemoting to capture Kevin to prove himself worth keeping alive, he is also trying to keep Kevin and the team out of his father's hands. Andrew tells him to "stop being a martyr". However, after they are freed and encounter Riko and Wymack in the catacombs, Nathaniel appears to change his mind and joins Riko in fighting Andrew, Kevin, and Aaron. Wymack surrenders himself in order to let the others escape. Riko mangles Kevin's left hand and almost kills him but Aaron manages to heal him and Andrew promises to protect him.

The Monsters regroup incognito in the Fire Nation to wait for the Day of Black Sun invasion. The invasion day arrives and everything seems to be going as planned until Kevin, Aaron, Nicky, and Katelyn encounter Riko in the throne room instead of Nathan. Nathaniel confronts his father and escapes to join the Monsters and most of their allies end up captured, though their old Freedom Fighting friends Matt and Allison and the earthbender Dan escape with them. They arrive at the Western Air Temple to recuperate and attempt to think of a new Firebending teacher for Kevin. Nathaniel, who now goes full time as Neil Josten, arrives and offers to help. He is immediately scorned by Kevin and mocked by Aaron and Andrew. However, when the assassin Gorilla (sent by Riko) arrives to kill the Monsters, Neil saves them and they reluctantly accept him. He warms up to the group members one by one, helping Nicky break Erik out of the Boiling Rock and helping Aaron hunt down and kill his brother's former tormentor Drake. While at the Boiling Rock, Jean makes a split second decision to save Neil, who he used to be close friends with, and Jeremy jumps in to help, resulting in their capture. After their "field trips", Neil tentatively earns Andrew's intrigue and Aaron's reluctant acceptance.

The comet arrives and Kevin goes missing. The rest of the monsters find their old mentors including Betsy and Abby, and Neil discovers Wymack as well. They reconcile and he advises them about what to do next. As the comet approaches, Aaron, Katelyn, Nicky, and Erik travel to the airship base to hopefully meet up with Kevin as he confronts Firelord Nathan. Neil and Andrew travel to the Fire Nation to confront Riko. After an extended, tough battle, when all hope seems gone, Kevin manages to hit Nathan, momentarily incapacitating him enough to kill him. Riko challenges Neil to an Agni Kai which he accepts. He is winning until Riko aims lightning at Andrew instead and Neil dives in front of him. Andrew fights Riko and manages to chain him and smash his arm. As a result, he has a psychotic break and kills himself. Andrew heals Neil and yells at him for making himself a martyr. Neil says that he wouldn't have done anything that might result in losing Andrew. He so explains that if he had turned on Riko in the catacombs, he would have been exposed, and his father would have stopped at nothing to break him, including torturing the Monsters. Andrew appears to accept the explanation.

And we know the rest: Kevin is crowned Firelord, and he, Jean and Jeremy, figure out where to go from there. Aaron travels home with Katelyn, Andrew stays to protect Kevin, and Neil stays with him, and Nicky and Erik leave to travel the world. Dan and Matt, and Allison and Renee get together and return home as well. And they live, not happily ever after, but something approaching it.

P.S. a few years later, Kevin goes on a search for his mother Kayleigh.

[double-aa-batteries]

things my friend, @phroagz13 texted me whilst first reading aftg

book one:

oh my lawd! just the first line and i can smell the angst!

hmmm nicky's a kinda hot name, i hope he's not completely horrible.

[ten seconds later] I LOVE NICKY. NEIL PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DATE HIM.

HOLD UP. NO BLOODY WAY KEVIN IS STRAIGHT. he's basically dating andrew???

i love andrew more with every passing moment.

neil: I'm not ok *cue the mcr*

oh dear God. this boy is not gonna survive a news interview. he's gonna be super weird.

book two:

honestly, I'd be honored if he [andrew] stabbed me

AHAHAHAHA GET SHANKED MOTHERFUCKER ANDREW SHANKED KEVIN. unfortunately it wasn't sexual

i swear this book is giving me so much fucking anxiety

LMAO THE RAVENS ARE WALKING TOWARD THEM IN A V FORMATION. MELODRAMATIC BASTARDS.

HIS FAVORITE COLOR IS GREY AND HE DOESNT LIKE MOVIES OR LOUD MUSIC. AHAHAHA DRAMATIC SON OF A BITCH

if andrew and renee become a thing istg I'm gonna scream. HE BELONGS WITH KEVIN AND KEVIN ONLY.

[30 seconds later] OMFG OMFG IF NEIL ENDS UP WITH ANDREW-

nicky asked him why he doesn't like girls and he replied with i don't NOT like them.......very gay

book three:

*a lot of screaming and key board smashes*

WHEN THE FUCK ARE THEY GOING TO KISS??? I MEAN FUCK.

awwww it's his birthday.

[five minutes later] OH FUCK. THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I WANTED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN ON HIS BIRTHDAY.

THERE IS TOO MUCH STRESS AND NOT ENOUGH GAY

THE GAY HAPPENED. NEMSI THE GAY HEPPANED!!

oh fuck. face melty time djshfjsk

he gave him matching armbands! IM GONNA STAR SOBBING. THE GAYS DID IT AGAIN.

fin

i hope you enjoyed, i certainly did when it was happening. all credit to @phroagz13

[luci-cunt]

It’s late early and I’m supposed to be doing other things but uuuuhhhhh Nightvale-ish AFtG au

After Mary died Neil just straight up had a psychotic break. He woke up four weeks later--having met some god-like entity and subsequently eating their soul and taking all their power--wearing a chicken mask and clothes made of actual traffic cones and just walked up to Nathan and killed him by snapping his fingers and yeeting the bastard into the void

Then he walked away. 

Fast forward a couple of years and we’ve got Andrew, who’s at this point just an exhausted ex-college student. He did the whole “exy scholarship for Aaron” but then they had a big fight, Andrew walked out and he never came back

Now he works at a generic convenience store in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere and he’s just kind of floating through life

The town is weird, but Andrew’s just convinced at this point he’s having a constant mental breakdown so yeah--sure John come on in and ask if the fucking gas n’ gulp has eyedrops for your third eye for the fifth time this week--why the fuck not. 

People come in with weird pets all the time (the least weird being an actual shadow with glowing red eyes and the most weird--by far--being a chihuahua with a shockingly mild temperament)

Oh and there’s the radio

Every single station in town plays that fucking station--even personal radios--even radio apps. No matter how many times Andrew tries to put regular ass music on in the store it just makes a horrible screeching staticky noise and then his voice starts droning

It always starts off inane, and then gets weirder, but again--Andrew’s pretty sure this is all some ridiculously vivid lucid dream and he’ll wake up in the dorms at Palmetto liek nothing happened

(one thing that convinces him of this is the fact that one day he realizes he’s never left the convenience store, and when he tries to he gets a pounding headache and the resounding urge to refill the slurpee machine that’s been broken ever since Clarence’s Niece’s “dog” pissed on it and melted the entire wall)

Eventually radio man finally pays Andrew a visit--and despite his appearence the radio is still droning on over the loudspeaker. 

Neil comes up to the counter--wearing an absurd amount of those little round plastic seals that come on the mouths of bottles as rings and braceletes. 

he asks for a coconut

Andrew tells him to fuck off and stop hijacking the radio

Neil sighs but says a papaya would also do

Andrew repeats his terms

Neil agrees, Andrew slams coconut water down on the counter (he doesn’t knwo where it came from, he certainly wasn’t holding it--at least, he thinks he wasn’t)

Neil isn’t pleased, but he takes it and leaves with an ominous window rattling

The radio stops playing Neil’s show, but now it’s stuck on Polka music and Andrew wants to tear his hair out again

He tries leaving but still can’t--this time compelled to reach up into the ceiling in the bathroom and take the strangely pulsing cash ball that’s been growing up there like mold down. 

He doesn’t know how much time passes but eventually Neil comes back, this time he comes to the counter asking for a bone

Andrew asks what kind of bone

Neil says he’s not particular

Andrew can’t tell if Neil’s flirting

Neil says he’s not

Andrew wonders if he said that out loud

Neil says he didn’t

Andrew hands him a femur he’s pretty sure he wasn’t holding before and tells him to quit playing Polka

Neil leaves, the radio station changes to Christian Rock and Andrew plots to murder Neil

This time when Andrew tries to leave he throws a rock through the front window of the store front--only just now realizing he’s only ever seen the night through the windows

The hole he creates is empty, and when he reaches through it his hand starts to fold away into nothing, so he duct tapes a garbage back over the hole and puts a wet-floor sign under it to stop people from walking on the broken glass

Neil returns, this time holding a rock like it’s a child and when Andrew asks what it’s name is--for some reason--Neil says it’s nameless

Andrew wonders if that’s supposed to be a metaphor

Neil says it isn’t--shut up you don’t know what you’re talking about

Andrew was pretty sure he didn’t say that outloud

Neil says he didn’t--fuck off--stop thinking so loud your face is weird, and then he throws the rock through the hot dog warmer that only spins rotisserie chickens with too much rosemary on them. 

The music changes again, this time to a more reasonable alt. rock station, but Andrew’s still not pleased

one day Andrew takes one of the jugs of milk out of the fridge and tries to smash it on the floor but it just bounces like it’s made of rubber. When he takes a sip it still tastes like milk--oddly almondy though--he decides he’s better off without

When Neil comes in next Andrew tells him the milk is stupid and bounces, Neil says he’s stupid for thinking milk doesn’t bounce. 

Andrew wonders why there isn’t any icecream in the shop

Neil says it’s because of Mrs. Cherry’s Sunday Assault

Andrew doesn’t bother to think about how he’s pretty sure he didn’t say that out loud--but he’s pretty sure

Neil leaves without buying anything, the radio changes again, this time playing something that sounds like whale noises looped with blender noises

Andrew wants to kill Neil again

Neil comes back, Andrew doesn’t kill him, the radio changes, the milk still bounces and Archie Donovan’s chihuahua is still disconcertingly nice

One day Andrew’s throwing spoons at a wall of chewed and still sticky gum that’s suddenly always been behind the counter when Neil comes in

Andrew thinks about how much he’d kill for icecream

Neil leaves

The freezer’s suddenly stalked with ice cream

The next time Neil comes in Andrew asks if Mrs. Cherry is dealing with her rage alright and Neil tells him she’s dealing great--death does wonders for anger management

Andrew wonders if that’s a threat

Neil tells him its not

And then he explodes

He’s back next week though--or next hour or year or whatever, time moves like dog piss here

The radio has changed so much Andrew isn’t even sure if he remember what real music sounds like anymore

The doors open but it’s always night

The bell rings even though there is no bell

The slurpee machine is still broken

The wad of cash mold over the bathroom has started up again

Andrew keeps thinking he’s going to wake up

Neil asks him if he wants to

Andrew isn’t sure

Neil asks him if he really thinks he’s dreaming

Andrew isn’t sure

Neil asks him if he’s sure of anything

Andrew tells him he’s sure of wanting to murder Neil

(his voice croaks and he realizes he hasn’t used it in ages)

Neil laughs, but tells him he’s free to leave whenever he wants

And the next time Andrew goes to the door, it swings open freely

(he goes back to work the next day though)

(Neil’s back on the radio)

(this time he wishes Andrew a good morning)

(Andrew wonders if he’s losing his mind)

(Neil asks if that’s a bad thing)

(Andrew isn’t sure)

[onereallygoodlambonastick]

1, 2, 7, 8, 9 and 10 please

finally some good fucking food, thanks anon;

1. What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

Generally speaking, I think the in-betweens, the casual time-skips, and the quick intermissions are the things that get glossed over the most. The “missing scenes”, if you will--the hours after a squabble between a team, the morning before the battle, the months where a child sat idle, the dreams that turned into prophecy. 

I also think the theme of re-connection is not often explored--its always “love on first sight” kind of deal, but what about the enduring kind of love, the kind that stays like an ache in your bones? the one you remember and miss? the one you long for like a phantom limb?

2. What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about? 

This varies wildly between fandoms, but probably the thing they all have in common is: mindless smut. Just straight up down and dirty fucking, with no motive or prompting or characterization. Just the author smashing two guys (usually) at the hips and being done with it. 

That’s fine; we all love to see it. It’s just so dull sometimes. 

I need some intricacy, some intimacy, some ache, some angst, some destructive lines and some ruthless gut-punches, you know? Not a guy coming for the fifth time. 

For the AFTG fandom: I’m tired of seeing people being fine with the way Sakavic treated her characters and coddling Neil & Andrew in the face of it. I don’t hate Andreil, I feel like I should say, but so much of it relies on one or the other sticking people with their knives or fists and that’s such a toxic love, a misconception of what a “good” relationship should be. Now, there are some brilliant fics I’ve read that are just gorgeous with the concept of Andreil--that was what I wished Sakavic had the ability to achieve in her series, while giving dignity to Kevin Day and the rest of the characters that were there and LIVED despite the romance. 

So, obviously, I would avoid doing any of the above I just mentioned, and pray that you will too. Just let these ppl breathe, alright?

For the AoT fandom (yeah i dabbled cuz the manga is just. depressing man): same issue---too much fucking, not enough talking and emoting. Why are there so many goddamned high school AUs? My god. I need a fic that gets down and dirty with the shit going down in the manga and take me through it so I can stand to continue. What about the grief and mourning and the betrayal of it all? Can I get me some of that? Lord, don’t go near the Levi/Eren tag. Y’all just don’t even knock it. Go to Levi/Erwin or something. Or just don’t. Don’t.

For the BNHA fandom (lol. a staple): actually, there’s quite a bit of diversity here so I geniunely can’t complain about much. The sheer magnitude of the English-speaking fandom helps on that end, I suppose. I do think there should be more fics looking at the Shit n Grit of Hero’s society tho, Stain-style. The people the heroes couldn’t save or didn’t want to, the forgotten bodies and the cooling hands, the victims that never got closure, the heroes who got maimed and multilated and couldn’t get back on their feet once the limelight left em. Those sorts of things. I think the fact we see thru the rosy-eyed worldviews of a bunch of green-eared kids deludes people to the fact that People Are Fucking Bad and Disgusting almost all the time. So exploring that, I think, is far more worthwhile. 

But I will also take injury aftermath. I’m not a monster.

For the KNY fandom: EYYY we talk about grief and suffering a lot which if you haven’t noticed, is kind of my Jam! Actually, this fandom prob hits a lot of my sweet spots: role reversals, grief/mourning aftermath, SabiGiyuu, Sabito Lives, the usual! Can’t really say much abt this. Except, there’s a lot of Demon Sex and Rape and, uh. Guys? Can we go back for a hot sec?

For the Code Geass fandom (*rubs hands in glee*): SO this is the fandom I’m most active in aside from AFTG at this precise moment. It’s pretty dead, tbh. My favorite two fics in the AO3 archive was published in 2014 and the author hasn’t written for my fav pairing (Suzaku/Lelouch) since. So. There’s that. There’s also a lot of fucking here! And gross cishet dynamics, but, uh, whatever. I think the Emperor Lelouch/Knight of Zero Suzaku has been overused and abused for rough sex and just general Angst-ing it out. I wanna see how their dynamic plays out like that for sure, but what about when they still had secrets between them a mile wide and had to tell each other half-lies and half-truths? How about them coping with the fact of their betrayals and the death of their loved ones at the hands of each other? Where’s the hardcore shit? 

Think this fandom doesn’t want to dig their fingers in too deep. Shame. 

Another thing: CC is not an immortal seductress. My god give her pizza and some fucking DEPTH. She’s a walking encyclopedia, not some mysterious slut machine! Get your stereotypes and fetishes outta here!

Final thing: TALK ABOUT THE SHIT SUZAKU HAS BEEN THROUGH! He’s not just Lelouch’s boytoy or knight! Stop that! Examine his abuse, his time with the military, his span as a pawn! Look at his motivations and his internalized disgust for himself as a Japanese that was ingrained in him by an oppressive fucking system! Why does he bow? Why is he silent? Speak for him!

7. Favorite description in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

Suzaku watched him watch the discoloring, and Suzaku watched the stillness change into the bare bones of animosity. It was almost kind, the way Lelouch turned his face away and shifted his grip to snatch up the antiseptic.

Neither of them spoke as sharp hands dabbed at the slightly split skin and wet bruising. It stung, but only a little. Long minutes passed like this, Lelouch exchanging swabs for cloths, Suzaku sitting still and watching him work.

Neither of them mentioned the scatter of old deadened skin, puckered across Suzaku’s build like a migration of mutilated fish.

8. Favorite dialogue in your wip? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

"You know I can't be seen with you two."

"And I just warned you to not be a coward." Lelouch's eyes gleamed. Again, the challenge was there, and like a fool only Lellouch could make of him, Suzaku took it, open-mouthed and open-palmed.

"Fine," Suzaku said, not knowing what he'd promised himself to: a dinner or a duel. Even though the last time Lelouch picked up a sword it was wooden and he was tiny and cute and clumsy. But Lelouch didn’t need blades to cut. "I'll be there. Does Nunnally still enjoy a good scone?"

"Bring the blueberry ones," Lelouch said, extending the comment like a plank between them, and leapt off the wall, into the white sun. "One for the bastardly son and one for the disowned daughter."

Suzaku followed him out into the blaze of heat, feeling the crude perch of his laughter at the base of his throat. He was so fucking dramatic. "Which one of us do you mean?"

9. What scene was the hardest to write for you and why?

From the same wip fic from above--I’m stuck on the “light” kind-of crackish scene where Suzaku is literally just exasperated with Rivalz and his porn mags. Like I just can’t write it. It’s too.....friendly. And “nice”.

10. What scene was the most fun to write for you and why?

Out of the same fic as above: probably the scene from #8. It was fun to see how coy and rough-mouthed Suzaku could get once he’s together with Lelouch. Just to see them fool around with each other whilst keeping secrets but also somehow be honest was very satisfying and interesting to write out. They are just boys, there. Just boys. In love.

[markonasurface]

7/50 - “I’ve never killed anyone before.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court Characters/pairings: the Foxes (mostly Neil and Kevin), Jack/andreil mentioned Summary: Jack won’t leave Neil alone. A/N: Because I saw this post and all I could think of was tfc/aftg. Tbh it’s all I think about these days.

http://maelerie.tumblr.com/post/135803922052/send-me-two-characters-or-more-and-a-prompt-and

From the beginning Jack had a problem with Neil. Neil didn’t know much about Jack except that he must have talent if Kevin wanted to recruit him. Most days he thought the talent wasn’t worth the headache he brought into Neil’s life.

Every week Jack focused on a different aspect of Neil’s life - past or present, his personality, his inexperience, his relationships, the way he passed the ball, whatever. He made stupid comments and was unnecessarily rough but Neil could handle it. He gave as good as he took and he was confident in his place on the team.

The first week Jack went on about how he didn’t feel safe living across the hall from a “mobster’s son.” Never mind that Jack worshipped Kevin who lived most of his life as the adopted brother to someone who was actually blood related to Neil’s dad’s boss.

The next week Neil’s offense was that he had only been playing Exy for two years. Neil didn’t deserve to be starting striker of any Class I Exy team, let alone Vice Captain of the reigning champions. How could anyone expect Jack to listen to someone who had less years of experience than he did?

The third week Jack couldn’t stop complaining about Neil’s height. Neil was short. Jack couldn’t respect a man shorter than the national average.

When he found out about Andrew and Neil, it was his main focus for weeks. It took Wymack, Renee, Matt and Dan together to pull Andrew off of Jack. From that point on Jack was careful to only make derogatory comments out of earshot of Andrew.

It was a mild topic compared to a lot of the other things Jack had brought up that finally made Neil snap. It started off mild anyway. No one was surprised - or they shouldn’t have been - when Neil tackled the freshman to the ground.

“How many people have you killed?” Jack asked when Neil joined the rest of the team for laps.

Neil decided it was too early to get into it with him and utilized his speed to join Dan at the front. She led them around enough times to equal three miles then took them to the press room for stretches.

“You must not have been very good at it since you won’t even change out with the rest of your teammates.”

He refused to give him a reaction and stared straight ahead, hoping that for once Jack would take the hint and go away. He saw Dan eyeing them and gave her a shrug.

On the court for scrimmages, Jack stopped in front of Neil. He looked back at Andrew guarding his goal, then down his nose at Neil.

“What?” Kevin finally demanded when Jack didn’t move into position.

“Nothing,” Jack said. “I was just wondering. Neil -”

“No.” Kevin said. “Stop wasting time. Let’s go.” He pounded his racquet on the court floor but Jack stayed where he was.

His grin was an ugly thing. “Is that what attracted you two to each other?”

Neil heard someone, probably Wymack, slam a hand against the wall. He ignored them and kept his eyes trained on Jack, face impassive.

“Do you get off telling each other about the people you’ve killed?” he continued. “Can you only get it up if you picture Aaron smashing a racquet into the skull of Andrew’s -”

Jack was only a couple of inches shorter than Kevin but Neil took him down easily. As long as he’d been trying to provoke a reaction out of Neil, he hadn’t actually expected to ever get one.

In the few seconds it took him to realize his comments finally had worked, Neil already had a hand around his throat, his helmet pushed off and his arm pulled back for a second punch. Someone yelled. The court door slammed open.

Wymack grabbed Neil’s wrist. “Enough.”

Neil stopped struggling when he heard their coach’s voice. He was breathing hard and he smiled his father’s smile down at the boy beneath him.

“I’ve never killed anyone before,” Neil said lowly and moved his hand from Jack’s throat to grip his chin, forcing Jack to meet his eyes. “But you could be my first.”

He shoved Jack’s face away and stood up, shaking Wymack’s grip. “I’m good.”

“Are you?” Wymack shot back.

Neil held his hands up in what was supposed to be a placating gesture but only drew attention to Jack’s blood staining his gloves. “Yupp.”

Wymack turned a disgusted look back to Jack still on the ground. “Get the fuck off my court. I just had it waxed and you’re dripping blood all over it.”

Jack stuffed his gloves in his helmet and tucked his helmet under his arm so he could pinch his nose. He shuffled off the court looking as infuriated as a guy with a swollen eye and blood smeared over half his face could look.

“Stop bringing this bullshit onto my court! Wasting my time!” Wymack looked around at each Fox. “We’re not here to chitchat and gossip and trade insults. We’re here to play Exy! Now start running.”

He grabbed the back of Neil’s jersey before he could start on laps. “I’m calling Abby. Get your hand checked out.”

“It’s fine.”

“Didn’t ask,” Wymack cut him off before he could continue. “Say, ‘yes, Coach.’”

Neil sighed. “Yes, Coach.”

“About time you knocked him on his ass.”

Wymack hit the back of Neil’s helmet. “Wipe that look off your face or I’ll sign Andrew up for a marathon.”

“Sort your drama out off of my court,” Wymack looked around at the Foxes sitting in the lounge. “Don’t do it during my time.”

He uncrossed his arms and gripped the edge of the entertainment center he leaned against. “You.” He singled out Jack. “The next time I have to pry one of your teammates off of you, I won’t do it. I’ll let whoever it is go to town on your ugly mug. Then I’ll sign you up for a marathon and bench you for the next year.”

Jack looked unhappy but he muttered, “Yes, Coach.”

“We’re all Foxes. We all have pasts. Leave it there.”

Wymack waited for the scattered responses of “yes, Coach.”

“Don’t let your personal prejudices or biases or drama or whatever the fuck affect our game. As soon as it becomes a problem for the team, I have to get involved and I’m sick of how much I have to see you as is. Get out of here.”

The Foxes all got up from their various seats to leave. They were quiet as they walked down the hall and out of the building.

Then Jack grumbled, “Thanks for your help, guys.”

“You’re welcome,” Allison responded.

“Seriously?” Jack stopped walking.

Slowly the rest of the team stopped, too, except for Neil and the twins. Allison poked Jack in the chest. “Yes, really. You got exactly what you wanted since the first day you walked into Fox Tower.”

“I wanted Neil to break my nose and paint the court with my blood?”

“Seems like it,” Matt shrugged one shoulder. “If it wasn’t what you wanted ... well, you deserved it so stop being a little bitch and accept that you got your ass handed to you.”

“Learn to show some respect, you homophobic asshole.” Nicky called over his shoulder as he jogged to catch up with Neil and his cousins.

Jack flipped him off and yelled, “He could’ve killed me! He was going to kill me!”

Kevin looked unimpressed. “No. Andrew was going to kill you.”

“My eye is swollen shut,” Jack pointed. “He’s ruined my game for the next couple of weeks.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Kevin said. “You ruined your own game. You brought this on yourself. Don’t bother showing up tonight.”

[dancyon]

Witch AU part 2

Helo everyone!! 

I finally managed to continue my aftg magic!AU This is Andrew and Neil’s first meeting. The link for the first part is 

http://www.dancyon.tumblr.com/post/157151030987/house-of-truths

And if anyone wants to read it on AO3 you can find the series on my account danyon

 http://www.archiveofourown.org/series/708639

Warnings Violence, death, blood. Anything you can expect from a witch hunt AU I guess

“There’s magic in every breath you and I take, Abram.” his mother had said right before they caught up with her and raised her battered body on a pyre. 

Blood lined her fingers and magic died inside her as she burned in the light of an early morning, the last of her screams of pain long since dissolved in the breeze of late spring. She burned until her bones turned to dust, and what was left of her traveled with the wind until she reached the ocean.

“Keep running. I will protect you.”

And she had, her magic flowing through the air, showing him the way and guiding him towards the path to safety; a last gift before her presence became a wisp of a memory in the world.

His mother had been caught as spring became summer; the evening heat of the South had just started to become stifling. He wandered under fake identities and he changed his appearance as he tried to decide on what to do next, his mother’s magic taking him East away from the sea and towards the desert. There, away from immediate danger, the last whisks of her power pushed him North, to safety.

Nathaniel’s plan was to run and keep running until he crossed the border up North, where his mother’s contacts were waiting for him.

He just had to survive until then, and he could go back across the sea and reach his Uncle after the ice on the shore of the North Sea melted.

If he survived the cold, biting winter of the North, that is.

Nathaniel kept running, and he survived. Alone.

His escape made a lot of people angry, and they were all too happy to let him know.

His father’s cold, murderous rage followed him in every crook and corner he managed to find. It was present in every new scar, every close call, and every whisper the wind carried back to him when the red-haired hunter got close enough that his magic could feel the danger he was pulsing like a flame in the dark.

The Moriyamas, instead, chose their own distant, omnipresent approach. They called every witch hunter back to their Castle and they put three times Nathaniel’s weight in gold and gems as a prize for whoever brought them the witch still alive and breathing. They wanted the privilege of watching his blistered and scarred body trash on the pyre in the early lights of the morning. They wanted his screams to fill the air and the smell of his burning flesh to remind everyone who was in charge.

He was going through the city of Palmetto when he met the infamous Andrew Minyard. The man wasn’t much in person, but stories about him travelled far and large across the Country, and his reputation made him stand as tall as the Giants of legends at five feet even.

“He skinned a Witch alive with a pocket knife.”

“He once took down ten Witches by himself, and hung their heads in front of the King’s Castle.”

“He can suck your magic away.”

“He sold his soul to become invincible and indestructible.”

Nathaniel wasn’t one to believe in rumors, but he had to admit that the tales were making him more paranoid than usual. He was expecting the Monster to ambush him in every dark corner he ran into, and his patience was starting to wear thin from the anticipation.

Their paths crossed a few weeks after the festivities for Midwinter, lights still adorning some of the porches in front of the middle class houses of East Palmetto.

Nathaniel had one eye open to the danger around him at any given time, melting in the dark like a shadow, but the fresh wound on his side made him sloppy and careless, pain clouding his perceptiveness.

The cane came out of nowhere, knocking him down and stealing his breath away. He choked on air as he felt his gash bleeding, hidden by his heavy dark clothes.

“What’s a little runt like you doing in the East Side?” a mocking voice he didn’t recognize asked as he tried his hardest not to pass out in front of someone who was about to kill him “Sticking out like a sore thumb.”

He tried to assess the danger with his magic, but it was useless. He was too tired; half of his powers were still trying to keep all of his organs inside of his body. He was not going to die without a fight, he had promised himself and his mother. He would never give them the satisfaction.

“Fuck you.” Nathaniel ground out through clenched teeth. “What do you want?”

“The rabbit has claws” the man said with delight. He was wearing a heavy dark cloak, a wooden cane swinging lazily in the air over Nathaniel’s raised head.

Getting up slowly, one hand braced against the dirty house behind him, he gave the man a once over. His magic hummed, agitated. There was something about this man. Something dark and twisted, but unbowed.

He looked like someone with nothing to lose. The young witch would not make the mistake of underestimating him because of how small he was –was he actually shorter than Nathaniel himself?

“I asked you a question little bird.” He mocked with impatience. “What are you doing here, hiding in the shadows?” His eyes went pointedly to his left shoulder, where he knew his birthmark condemned him as one of them.

Oh, he thought numbly. He knows. He felt himself freeze as he suddenly realized who he was dealing with; the Monster, the man that had been plaguing his every waking moment.

Feigning nonchalance he leaned his wounded side against the wall, keeping his weakest spot as far away from the hunter as possible and trying to find the fastest escape route.

“Oh, you know,” he grinned humorlessly, “thought I’d take a walk. I have nightmares” Of you.

If the Gods were listening, for once, he prayed for the man to never find out who he was. He prayed for his magic to be strong enough to let him get away. He prayed for a quick death if he couldn’t make his escape.

The man snorted, moving a step forward, and his cane stilled in the air. “Nightmares, he says.”

He didn’t have the time to add anything else. Nathaniel was faster. Using whatever strength he had left, he clouded his mind with darkness to slow him down and he kicked him with his good leg, quickly reaching for the cane to smash it against the blonde’s face and make a run for it. He was injured, he couldn’t move as fast as usual, but he still knew how to move in the dark, he could still disappear in the shadows and–

He wasn’t fast enough. The Monster stopped him before he could get close enough to the cane to grab it, and he kicked his legs from under him, planting a foot on Nathaniel’s heaving chest when he fell to the ground.

He looked down at the younger one with disdain, the weight on top of him pressing just a little bit more into his ribcage.

Nathaniel cried out, against his better judgment, the gash on his side pulsing and warm blood flowing out and soaking the ground around him.

The man paused, perplexed, and he crouched down next to him after taking his foot away, holding him down with his arm against Nathaniel’s upper chest, just below his neck. He didn’t move as he examined the blood, and the other one’s labored breathing, and the faint trembling in his pained muscles.  

“The fuck happened to you?” he asked conversationally with a raised eyebrow.

Nathaniel turned his head away, his jaw stubbornly clenched. “Just get it over with.” He didn’t beg. He wouldn’t.

But the other man didn’t move, he just kept looking at him curiously. “What’s your name, little rabbit?”

When Nathaniel didn’t answer, he rolled his eyes. Moving his arm away, he got up, helping the witch up as well with a supportive hand around his waist, careful not to touch any exposed or wounded skin.

“You must have a hell of a story,” he mused quietly to himself as the younger one stumbled against his side, careful not to put their bodies in contact more than strictly necessary.

Nathaniel tried to stay as still as possible, fear running through his veins like ice, and confusion clouding his thoughts. “What do you want from me?”

His answer was a humorless and joyless smile, cutting and cold. “You’re interesting, against my better judgment.”

Legs itching to run, Nathaniel tried to subtly look for any possible exits. He would not give up until he was dead. “What are you going to do to me?”

When the man didn’t answer, the younger one turned to look at him properly for the first time. Minyard was studying him carefully, his interest piqued, eyes dark and calculating as they shifted between Nathaniel’s face, his covered shoulder, and his injured side.  

“Where are you staying?” The blonde asked brusquely, but Nathaniel refused to answer. He had already given away too much of himself.

“Nowhere, I gather.” Minyard surmised, walking towards the opposite end of the alley and pulling the other one along, still half supporting his weight and helping him walk.

The witch resisted, confused. “What are you doing?” He gritted his teeth, trying to detach himself from the man. He stumbled when the arm holding him up suddenly left him, and he was met with a blank look and raised eyebrows.

“Thought you might like a safe place to sleep for tonight. My bad.”

The words made him snap. He was still scared, but his situation wasn’t about to get any shinier if he kept his rotten attitude in check. He was going to die either way. “What, the alley too dirty to kill me here?” He snarled furiously, a hand holding his side as a wave of pain hit him, his fingers drenched in blood and dirt.

Minyard looked him over dispassionately. “If I’d wanted to kill you, you would be dead already. You’re so pathetically weak that even your magic isn’t working properly. No, don’t lie to me,” he snapped when Nathaniel was about to interrupt him, “you can feel it, can’t you? Magic has a price. You’re too weak to pay it right now.”

The younger one looked away defeated, all fight leaving him. “What do you want from me?” He enquired tiredly, shivering in the night as he kept losing blood on the dirty asphalt.

Minyard didn’t answer, slowly raising one of his arms towards Nathaniel. “I will help you walk towards the place I am staying at. I give you my word that I will not try to kill you today. Yes or no?”

Nathaniel wanted to say no. And he wanted to say yes. And he wanted to say everything in between, because this was crazy, and he had promised to keep running. But he was tired, and hurt, and bleeding. His magic was there, coiled tightly inside his chest, but it was slipping from his fingers like warm butter. He was tired of running and of being alone.

With a sigh, he nodded, and he let the hunter support his weight on his injured side as he was expertly led through the darkness, his magic singing quietly inside of him.

Minyard, as it turned out, lived in the outskirts of the city, in a cheap slum that had seen better days. When Nathaniel had cheekily tried to make a comment, he had been shut up with a cold look and a bored “I travel a lot; I haven’t been in this city long.”

The inside of the rundown house was mostly bare, but neat and organized. The witch was unceremoniously dumped on one of the two chairs in the empty kitchen as Andrew left to find a friend that could patch up Nathaniel’s shredded side and keep quiet about it at the same side.

He wasn’t gone for long, and he came back with a girl with rainbow colored hair and quick to smile. She looked soft in all the wrong ways, and vicious in all the right ones.

Nathaniel let himself drift away, his magic expanding in the air around him and keeping him grounded in reality as his mind sailed on another plane, high above the city grounds, looking for threats.

For the first time, he let himself hope as a woman called Renee healed his wounds and a man called Andrew kept him safe.

[kevindavidday]

AFTG - Smash or Pass?

i have not made polls for everyone because i'm biased and unfair xoxo

Smash or Pass - AFTG Men [Closed]

1. Kevin Day

2. Andrew Minyard

3. Aaron Minyard

4. Jean Moreau

5. Jeremy Knox

6. David Wymack

Smash or Pass - AFTG Women [Closed]

1. Dan Wilds

2. Allison Reynolds

3. Renee Walker

4. Thea Muldani

5. Katelyn Mackenzie

6. Kayleigh Day

[kevindavidday]

to all the aggrieved lesbians voting on the aftg boyo smash or pass polls...soon it will be ur turn to go feral in the tags i promise

[kevindavidday]

i'm having too much fun with these

[kevindavidday]

not only do i think andrew had a crush on wymack, i think aaron had a crush on kayleigh and wymack