#exie’s ask box

[excelsior9173]

lmao vessel absolutely IS a lotr nerd. that clip reminds me so much of sméagol eating fish 😬

OH MY GOD YES HAHAHAHA!!!!

i loooooooove those movies so much i can’t even count how many times i’ve watched them 😂 i’m pretty sure comparing vessel to the mouth of sauron was one of the first things i ever posted in this fandom 😆

[foxgloveinspace]

hellooooo!!!

it’s been a hot minute since i’ve popped in here lol

life has been kinda crazy lately. a lot of intense ups and downs. i had a very busy/stressful week off of school (it’s partly my fault because i am the worlds worst procrastinator and leave work until the last minute and then cry lol)

my car also got broken into!! so that’s fun. had some really random shit stolen, but it was all either worthless or replaceable at least.

on a happier note, i am officially going on my first date! we picked a day last night. i did the stupidest little happy dance in my kitchen when he asked, i did not expect to like this guy as much as i do! i can’t wait to meet him in person

now for the really fun part! lol.

the dreaming is back. it’s been a hot minute since i’ve had a dream i can remember. last night was a really good one, dream me truly lives a much cooler life than real me lmao

i dreamt that i was in a band! i miss my band days from high school so that was fun. the best part though was that my band was opening for bad omens! one of my faves! we crushed it, got the crowd so pumped up. i cried a lot of happy tears and also cried because it was the last show of tour. but my mom had been in the crowd and saw me perform which was awesome. and i got the best hug ever from the singer of bad omens.

what a good dream. anyways, i’m off to the grind, lots of work today. i hope you have a good day!!

sorry this took me a little while to get too!!

sorry about the stress, and I'm so sorry about your car! I'm glad it was replaceable stuff, but still that freaking SUCKS.

I'm still so excited for you about your date!!! <3 <3 <3

thats a really fun dream!! I swear, I never get dreams like that I mostly have nightmares, or like weird as fuck dreams. it was really sweet that your mom was there, and a hug from Noah (is that his name?? I haven't listened to Bad Omens haha), thats so nice??? Idk, i love it when brains are nice and give good dreams haha. I hope you can be in a band again one day Exie! <3

[allfortheslay25]

Bestie, your brain 👌👌👌 i love all of your aftg au's, mermaid and omegaverse especially. Any headcanons or other things you wish people would ask but haven't/generally be willing to share? Hope you're doing well 💜

Another au from the secret stash!

All for the Cult

I hid this one cuz I’m afraid it’d be controversial and up until this week, I hadn’t even shared it with my sister

I actually am writing a fic for it but the fic will not be published until it is completed. I don’t want to risk leaving it in the public on a hiatus so it’s safe with me until I can finish all the chapters

Basically instead of exy as the base of AFTG, it’s bastardized religion. Exy technically exists but instead of Tetsuji continuing Kayleigh and his pet project, he turns to forming a cult. Exy ends up being a dying sport no one really cares about unless it’s Kevin Day who still plays on the side of his true passion, communing with God.

Neil was a human sacrifice raised for slaughter until his mom took him and ran. Homeless and with no way out, Neil joins Wymack’s staff at his wayward home/church where junkies and sob stories go for their last second chance. No one actually has to pray to god or believe in the Bible’s teachings to work there as it is not a standard church and more like a theater than anything

The more kids Wymack recruits, the longer he gets to keep his church and program at the school

(Also side note but I was doing the comic of andreil but forgot my house looks like a Catholic Church threw up in it so I got awkward and couldn’t finish it)(oh and my sister renamed it all for the debauchery cuz she got to read the altar scene lol)

Key points and fun facts of this au:

- the Ravens are a cult cult instead of a sports cult

- Riko is obsessed with his holy trinity (perfect court)

- The Moriyamas are still a crime unit but Nathan is sort of a satanist on the side (Would like to say mass majority of satanists are not evil or bad, Nathan just is)

- Neil was born as a sacrifice. Mary took him and ran tho before the ritual

- The Foxes are ppl from broken pasts who work at Wymack’s church for scholarship/community service.

- Wymack’s church isn’t a standard catholic kind. He has his own unique spin on it so even those who aren’t religious can still work there. Campus students attend the services to watch the plays, hear the readings, listen to the choir, and some even use the confession box. Some even go to donate as the Foxes are connected to a bunch of charities

- Andrew is not a real priest. The cousins were apprentices for Luther for a couple years to get him off their backs. Because of his experience and eidetic memory, Wymack has Andrew do scripture readings and other tasks. In return, Andrew gets to be off the meds the entire time of mass

- the Foxes attend classes and work shifts at the church in their free time. If they flunk classes or skip church, their scholarship is revoked

- all of the Foxes live in the upstairs rooms above the church

- When Andrew first met Luther, Luther promised to take care of the Cass situation as long as Andrew gave God a try. Andrew only agreed to read the Bible and took Nicky’s since the Hemmicks were worried he’d vandalize a new one. Andrew thought it was a good read but mostly was humored by all of Nicky’s annotations

- Andrew doesn’t care about religion enough to hate it so he’s fine chilling around and hearing the preaching

- When Neil goes to the nest, he agrees to spend those weeks in Riko’s church where he’s ofc tortured. Riko no longer has the desire to sacrifice Neil as long as Neil joins his cult

- Renee holds a Bible study on Sunday evenings and Saturdays so weekends are Andrews days off

- Lots of their readings are done performatively with music, spoken word poetry, or with their own unique spins/translations of the text. (Every mass always starts with a disclaimer that what is being said/shown is their interpretation and not to be taken as the honest god given truth)

- whenever they raise enough money or supplies, the foxes celebrate by getting wasted; Wymack’s treat

- Betsy is still there for mandatory therapy sessions since the point of the scholarship is to rehabilitate troubled youth

- Abby is Wymack’s assistant but she also is a part time nurse

[ohfallingdisco]

Moreau-Josten Rivalry can be something so personal…there’s 10,000 fanvids on youtube of Kevin and Jean being asked about playing each other again on different teams in interviews, but no one stops to consider the 5’3” striker pulling Kevin around. Which works out better anyway in the end!! The first time a fan catches Jeremy out on the street and asks him about playing Nathaniel Wesninski, someone scoffs in the background of the video and the camera turns to watch Jean rolling his eyes. Neil gets his own Twitter on Matt’s smartphone just to post, “@/jereknox i heard you got a dog” with a photo of Jean’s #29 jersey attached. When a courtside reporter mentions Grayson of the Ravens is related to Lucas of the Trojans, Neil swoops in to drag Jean away, holding him by the sleeve and chattering about the game. When they’re announced as Olympians together before the others, Neil mails Jean a pro Josten jersey, and Jeremy posts the video of Jean, unimpressed, opening the box. Commercials are paying to feature both of them, there’s RPF fic, Andrew reaches out to Jeremy as a reluctant ally in the “keeping our idiots out of trouble so we can keep playing Exy” campaign. Andrew and Jeremy’s Twitter conversation about teaching Kevin to cook blows up, and Neil and Jean both repost with their own recipes, making the thread so long Jeremy has to turn off reposts because he’s getting complaints from fans. A Moreau-Josten Rivalry.

[moonsnqil]

au where andrew is a ups driver (he likes driving and he's alone all day, it's a good fit imo) and he keeps having to deliver these giant fucking boxes to this one house on his route until finally he sees the guy and oh no he's hot but andrew is in the middle of carrying a box that's taller than he is and he's Over It so he gracelessy drops the box on neil's doorstep. neil (just returned from a run, sweaty, slightly out of breath) asks what andrew's grudge is with his order. andrew glares and tries to ignore neil's stupid blue eyes, he asks wtf could neil possibly be ordering on a monthly basis that requires a 5 foot something package. neil, 100% serious, says he's collecting famous exy rackets (he's got a lot of blood money and has a hobby yknow). its the dumbest thing andrew has ever heard and he says as much. idk something something, neil says a smartass remark, they keep this up with every delivery until allison (who was at neil's place just to spy on the delivery guy) tells them to stop flirting and get a room. they don't but they do go out (it's not a date bc andrew doesn't do "dates" (it's a date))

[interstellar-productions]

Thinking so many thoughts honestly, about Aaron currently (spiritually not situationally I relate to him, it’s complicated). Aaron so specifically speaks to me because of how (at least with the crumbs we’re fed by canon) he internalizes and deals with his trauma. He WANTS to be normal. In fact he tries so hard to be normal (as society interprets normality) that he actively distances himself and represses any part of him that may lead people to viewing him as anything other then normal.

In my mind this was probably done intentionally, it creates a contrast between him and Andrew (and is probably why Neil is able to tell the twins apart pretty much from the get go). Andrew doesn’t speak about his trauma but he also doesn’t necessarily minimize it. Andrew makes himself big, body language wise he’s very loud. “Look at me, at what they did to me. Look at who I became”. Andrew is a warning sign, he lets his bleeding wounds show and mixes them with ragged bone and snarling teeth. Andrew is telling people without telling people what will happen if someone crosses him.

In contrast Aaron hides, his pain and his scares. Aaron turns everything inwards, shoving it all into closets and under beds. If he blends in then maybe no one will notice him enough to pick him out. Hiding in plane sight. Aaron works so hard to be normal and is canonically known as the least interesting and most normal fox, despite having a murder charge and being a recovered addict. He is the normal fox. People overlook him, glance right over him, his teammates, peers, everyone. Perfect grades, good at his sports, girl next door girlfriend. Aaron is so painfully NORMAL.

It speaks so deeply because it’s so obvious to me that its a coping mechanism and not actually because that’s how he really is. If he was just painfully normal we wouldn’t get some of his more violent or assholeish out burst and he probably wouldn’t have that grudge against Bee. His grudge against Bee is actually what sparked this whole thing for me. He hates Bee, he says that he’s never actually spoken a word to her and even when he starts sessions with Andrew he’s really just speaking to Andrew while Bee is in the room rather then directly speaking to Bee. My little psych major mind (mixed with my personal feelings but HUSH) is just screaming that this whole “I’m normal look right through me please I’m normal”. It’s how he COPES. This guy grew up at least a little bit inside a church (because Luther) and had to hide both bruises and addiction and whatever else was going on inside that house. Statistically speaking there’s two major ways you internalize trauma like that. And I love Aaron and Andrew because their those two ways basically. Aaron is trying so hard to be so Normal that he becomes basically invisible. Blending into the background.

He probably has everyone convinced that he’s got it all in the bag, all his shit? It’s in a sock, don’t even worry about it. He’s got the grades, the girlfriend and he plays a sport. Bro is literally sitting pretty to be so uninteresting that he gets nothing but a cursory glance, and it’s totally part of his scheme. No one’s going to think to ask questions he doesn’t want them too. Not about his past and not about what’s going on in his life. “Oh that’s Aaron yeah I’ve got advanced chem with him, yeah good guy. I think he plays exy.” Aaron doesn’t want people to ask questions, because he knows he’s towing the line. Does he have it all together? Or is he desperately trying to keep all his shit in the boxes he’s stuffed it in? Who knows. Aaron probably doesn’t even know.

Aaron gives me “fake it til you make it” vibes that it actually hurts my soul. This man wants to be normal so bad that he’s doing everything he can to not have to address what’s actually wrong, because acknowledging something’s wrong means acknowledging that he is in fact NOT normal. And he wants to be normal because being normal is how you survive. (How he got Tilda to not beat him for dragging the wrong sort of attention to her)

My psych major mind is absolutely consumed by AFTG because to me they represent all the different ways that trauma can manifest in people. Basically all of the foxes (even and Renee Wymack) are the violent kind. Their teeth and warning signs, don’t get too close, don’t step on my toes. But they all show it so differently. Renee for example is the healed sort of violent, she’s faced the majority of her demons and won, she knows she’ll be able to handle you if you step out of line (see her ruining the nest). Nicky is the loud kind. He’s not the break bone sort of violent but he is the make you uncomfortable kind. So much of Nicky’s early character (Foxhole court) is him giving off borderline predatory vibes. His jokes, his mannerisms, the whole Edens trip. It’s his version of violent. He makes you uncomfortable so he knows whose safe and who isn’t.

Then you have aaron and his whole character is a ticking time bomb. Aaron isn’t normal because he’s healed, he’s normal because its the only way he knows to survive. That’s why he doesn’t like Bee. Bee is a psychologist, her whole job is to know their problems and fix them and the fact he even has to go sit in a room with her is a threat to his overall performance of normality. Because normal people don’t NEED therapy.

Screams into the void, I’m so normal about him.

Also all of this is just my personal little ramblings about a purely fictional character that reminds me of myself as it relates to the topic of interest I’m currently studying. If you don’t agree with me that’s totally fine, if you have different preconceptions about him thats totally ok too. This is just my little brain rot corner of the internet and I’m just trying to have fun.

To the 3 people that wanted to see my deranged psych rambles i hope this reaches you, this is all for you!

[kelari-talks]

head-canons i have for tsc (mostly jerejean)

jean is unbelievably good at art.

cat, laila and jeremy leave sticky notes on the fridge and most are/include drawings of the most random shit

jeremy usually draws barkbark

jean takes note of this and for a couple of months just ignores it.

that was until jeremy draws a ridiculously bad portrait of jean, next to months old drawings of laila and cat

the next day jeremy wakes up and finds a yellow sticky note stuck to the fridge. its a remarkable drawing of jeremy, not by himself or either of the girls

needless to say he keeps the sticky note of himself forever and goes out with cat to get jean a sketch book.

jean thinks its stupid and a waste of time. this goes on for another two months before he is benched for being a little too rough during scrimmages. this turns into a very bored jean on the bleachers with nothing but a pencil and math notebook

one picture of jeremy turns into two. then three. then renee and her bright hair. so on and so forth

he ends up drawing quite a lot and of course his flat mates try to get a peek every chance they get.

jean doesnt care so much as its he is usually drawing scenery when around watching eyes

that was untill jeremy menages to sneak up on the french man sitting at his desk and sees a picture of himself.

he was a VERY happy camper that day and begs jean to let him have the picture

jean takes his book and leaves the room.

another artistic trait from jean is his surprising like of his pottery class.

jeremy is awful at it. thank go he pursued exy.

jean is again, unbelivably good at it. he has never been have to express any artistic talent in the nest so this is a weird, new feeling he finally doesnt resent

everything jean makes jeremy wants to keep. before they know it their cupboard is full of hand made mugs, cups, bowls etc.

jean thinks nothing of it at first. then he wakes up to see his flat mates in the kitchen with jeans hand made plates and mugs filled with coffee and food

for the first time in his life he feels like he is truly appreciated and somewhat wanted, at least a part of him

cat and laila try it out and make each other something for their anniversary. cat makes a dish for lailas jewelry and lila makes a very wonky vase

cat regularly has flowers in it either in the kitchen or living room

once jeremys birthday rolls around the girls drag jean out o get the birthday boy a gift

jean ends their trip empty handed as he slowly feels pressure (he doesnt quite understand) to find something for his friend

once the day before jeremys 23rd birthday rolls around, cat and laila make him a redvelvet cake with bright yellow frosting and make jean pipe on a simple barkbark drawing ontop

(it did not turn out as good as they expected)

jeremy still loves it.

as jean is getting ready for bed jeremy walks into their room to find a small box on his bed. opening it he finds a red and gold metal yo-yo and a beautifully detailed portrait of himself. the same one he asked to keep months prior, but now fully finished.

once jean is back in the room hes greeted with a tight hug from the shorter man and a very happy 'thank you'

for the rest of the evening jeremy is trying all sorts of tricks on his new yo-yo as jean watches. a soft smile onhis lips every time jeremy gets it tangled and swears to himself.

[its-aftg]

Jeremy “Pandora’s box” Knox

where in the world are people getting that Seth is Jeremy’s brother? Ignoring EC completely how in the fuckery is this possible?

in TSC Jeremy is a 5th year senior, his sister says a line about being overdue for a scandal and “end the way you started” I think she means end college the way he started, aka the drama or whatever from the fall banquet of his freshman year.

my best guess is his sibling that is “no longer” also played exy, went to a different college but in the same district, and something happened (duh lol) there.

I assume Jeremy got mad and told them to kill themselves. Everyone blames him for it when they do? (alternatively they both go to usc and they’re fucking garbage and Jeremy can’t stand him, same outcome)

“If I asked you to kill me, would you?”

“don’t ever say that,” Jeremy said low and insistent. like I know he could mean he’s upset at Jean wanting to be dead but it felt out of place here…

but like… Jeremy is a good dude. Sunshine. Love him. But what if he was a real shithead when he joined initially. What if he hated his new step dad so much he was wildin’ out? Rebellious…

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mafia au please :)

glad you are back, hope you are well!!!!

WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 259)

The rest of the night goes much the same. Everyone is quiet, far quieter than usual. And Kevin and Neil keep staring at Jean like he's crawled out of the grave to come home to them. He thinks they're dramatic; he suffered worse in the Nest. He thinks all three of them did. Sure, his elbow still feels tingly in an all around unpleasant way and the hole in his back twinges every time he inhales too deeply. But he's alive and conscious and he's not even bleeding anymore.

He's not alone on the ground— on an exy court— with broken fingers and his eye swollen shut. He's not alone in a stall bathroom dry heaving and trying to convince himself not to shove a fork into his own neck during their next meal break. He's not alone in that box, wishing he'd already killed himself and that it was his coffin.

He's not alone—

That's just it, Jean thinks. He's not alone.

He's surrounded on either side, Kevin to his right and Neil to his left. And they both keep looking at him anytime he so much as breathes too loud, panicked green eyes and fiery blue ones. Both of them asking the same question, are you okay?

"I am fine," Jean says for the ninth time, sighing around the words. "It hurts but it'll heal."

"I know, but—"

"At least I don't have practice in ten minutes." Jean says when he notices the clock's hands are showing almost nine o'clock. That earns a sigh from Kevin and huff of air from Neil. "Can't imagine swinging a racquet right now. But I can manage to sit upright on the sofa and stare at the television. I'm fine."

"Okay," Kevin says, taking Jean's hand and pulling it into his lap. Jean watches him play with his fingers before lacing them together with his. Ten minutes later Kevin is asleep on his shoulder and Jean is infatuated with him. His hand is still entangled with Kevin and oh, how lucky it is. Jean wants to go to bed. Wants to entangle them the rest of the way. Oh not sex. Not tonight. Just closeness. He loves being a mess of limbs with Kevin.

The TV suddenly clicks off and the room goes dark, silent. Jean glances over at Neil to see him put the remote control down. "Kevin's asleep isn't he?"

"He is." Jean confirms and Neil nods, staring into Jean's eyes with all the intensity of a slow-dying star. If he's going to go supernova, Jean is going to beat him to it. "Stop looking at me like I died."

"You could've." Neil accuses. And it is an accusation, Jean can tell. Neil is pissed off that he would take such a risk. But it was no risk. It was instinct, his nature to be a shield. "You could've fucking died. Could've left me. Us."

"Was I supposed to let it hit you?" Jean asks and he can picture Neil's head with a hole through it so vividly it makes his stomach turn. His curls matted with red, his eyes open and unseeing. A haunted doll. Before Neil can respond Jean shakes his head. "I don't fucking think so. You're half of everything. If that cunt told me to, I would've shot myself to keep you safe. Don't look at me like that, you know it's true."

"I know it is." Neil looks so fucking angry and devastated Jean doesn't know what to do with himself. "Could've told me to duck."

"There was no time." Jean starts to explain, then he stops. "Am I really apologizing for saving your life right now?"

"No. For potentially ending yours." Neil tells him. Then he takes Jean's other hand— his left, the more crooked one— and sits there for a minute. "Never do that again."

"I will not promise that." Jean tells him. And then they sit in silence again, until the clock strikes ten and Jean nudges Kevin awake so they can go to bed.

[hoonieyun]

ritual chapter one: omen

ritual chapter one: omen

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warnings: mentions of death, terror, murder, horror, violence, overall 18+

word count: 3175

if there was a time to start all over, it would be now. y/n, 22 years old, lost her parents just 2 months prior to this specific moment. in a tragic car accident that led to the car flying off of a bridge and into the waters of a deep sea; y/n was the only survivor. and after being unconscious for 3 days and being under constant urgent monitoring, she was able to survive, although most times she wished she hadn’t. 

its 4am and you're packing the last of your things. a box filled with memories that hurt too much to remember. a box of old childhood photos, trinkets and things, and some of your parents well cherished items. some things you couldn’t bear to look at but could never let go. when deciding what to keep from your childhood home, you spent months trying to decide whether or not you wanted to hold onto your parents' beloved things. feeling that if you were to keep it, you’d only continue to hold onto the pain that was connected with their memories, but if you got rid of it, it would be like getting rid of those memories of your parents. 

one thing for sure, you would never get rid of the necklace your parents got you when you turned 18. after finally deciding what to keep and what to give away and donate, you were on your way to a new town. a place, thousands of miles away from your hometown, where you can start over and hopefully heal from the pain deep in her heart. 

you arrive at your new home, a quaint apartment that features 10 different units. one of which, becoming your new home. when you enter the lobby, there's an eerie atmosphere in the air. you ring the bell at the reception desk but no one answers. after a few minutes, no one arrives so you go to ring the bell once again but stop when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. you turn around and there stands an old man. skin adorned with wrinkles and freckles, his back hunched from his old age and feet dragging along the floor. “you must be y/n..” he says and you recognize his voice from the phone when you were setting up your lease for your new home. 

“yes… i am, you must be the landlord? the one i spoke to on the phone?” you ask for clarification and the old man just stares at you and groans. he turns away from you and enters a room behind the desk. his standoffish behavior throws you for a loop, a part of you somewhat starting to think this apartment may not be the best but it seems its a bit too late to back out now. when the old man returns he has 3 keys in his hand. “this key is your apartment…” he says while settling it in front of you. “mailbox and the roof.” he says while setting the other two keys adjacent to the first. “rent is due on the 4th of every month, don’t be late.” he says and you grab the keys and begin your walk to your unit. your unit was 6B and you were dreading the walk to your apartment until you realize the apartment has an elevator, sending a silent prayer, thanking god for the elevator. 

the ground floor features the lobby, the reception desk and the room in the back and a waiting area. floors 2-8 feature 2 units on each floor, each labeled by the number of the floor and either the letter A or B. the 10th floor is the rooftop, you were told it had a communal shared living space, where tenants can go and spend time. you took a mental note to check out the rooftop space at some point. earmarking it as a place where you can spend time to think when being in your home becomes a bit suffocating. 

you're taken out of your thoughts when the elevator dings, indicating that you’ve arrived on your floor. when the elevator doors open, you're facing a mirror on the wall. you get a glance of yourself, you look disheveled and get a bit self conscious when you realize this is what you looked like when speaking to… that was when you realized you never got the landlord’s name. 

you exit the elevator and look both ways, seeing that one end of the hallway was apartment 6A and the other end 6B. you make a right and head for your apartment, when you enter the key into the lock you realize that your apartment was already open. you decide to brush it off by thinking they kept the apartment open because it was vacant and had no worries of someone breaking in. thinking to yourself that you had way more to worry about than your apartment being unlocked while it was vacant. 

when you enter your new home, a slight breeze makes its way through the room, a chill wind welcoming you into your new home. you do a small tour of the place, it was a simple layout for the apartment. to the right of the entrance was the kitchen, which had the living room just across from it. you didn’t realize the apartment came with a fireplace because you hadn’t seen one in the listing and didn’t see a chimney outside when you arrived. you didn’t think much of it, but it was great to have after hearing that this part of town gets fairly cold during the winter. 

you spent the rest of your day unpacking the little you traveled with while you waited for the moving trucks to arrive. you had scheduled the movers to arrive a few hours after you arrived and they would be arriving any time soon. 

its 6PM when the movers arrive and they bring in your belongings. your once empty apartment now filled with boxes. it becomes overwhelming so you decide to save the chore for tomorrow and go to bed. you were thankful that this place offered a new bed frame and mattress. when you walked into your bedroom, a wooden bed frame was positioned into the middle of the room. atop of the bed frame was a mattress wrapped in cellophane, indicating that it was brand new. you honestly wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t new because of how exhausted you were but you were grateful to know no one else had been asleep in your new bed. you rip the plastic off the bed with the last of your energy and with a slump into the bed, you let exhaustion take over your body. 

you were so tired you forgot to lock your front door. surely, nothing bad would happen. 

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when you wake up the next morning, the sun is shining onto your face. the warmth of the sun makes you feel fuzzy and eager to start the day. you rolled out of bed with a big stretch, you hadn’t realized how tired you were until you got out of bed; your legs were sore from the travel but you weren’t going to let that stop you from unpacking your belongings. 

you skipped breakfast because you didn’t have any groceries just yet so you went straight to unpacking for the day. determined to unbox all of your belongings, you began your day at 9AM and got to work. unpacking everything was a lot easier than you expected, each space in your home only having 3 boxes each that needed to be unpacked. you opted to only keep things you absolutely needed or couldn’t bother replacing and buying a new one, so most of your items were able to be unpacked without hassle. 

its around 4PM when you’ve finished unpacking and fully organizing your new home. you notice you feel faint, having realized you hadn’t eaten all day besides a few sips of water, you decided to have groceries delivered. you plopped down on your couch and began to scroll on your phone, deciding what groceries you needed. you chose to only get a few items, enough to make you dinner and some breakfast the next day. you took a mental note to visit the local grocery market in town to familiarize yourself and to purchase more things for your kitchen. as you press order on the grocery delivery, you feel a wave of exhaustion hit you. the groceries wouldn’t be delivered for another hour so a nap wouldn’t be that bad of a decision. as you set an alarm for 1 hour and set your phone aside, you nuzzle up to the couch arm and go for a nap. 

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you wake up and its a lot darker outside. you're confused because the sun doesn’t set until later in the evening, and you couldn’t imagine that it was very late. you take a look at your phone and the clock reads 3AM, to your shock you stumble off of the couch and head to your front door to grab your groceries; trying your best not to stumble over anything as it was dark in your apartment with the only light coming from the moon shining into the living room. 

as you approach your front door and reach for the doorknob you feel a cold chill, causing the hairs on your arms and back of your neck to instantly stand up. your head whips around and you quickly scan your apartment as if there was something or someone that could’ve caused the cold air to pass through you. you turn back towards your front door and open it to quickly grab your groceries that have unfortunately been waiting out there for several hours but fortunately, no one stole it. 

as you poke your head out of your front door and grab your groceries you notice a shadow at the end of the hall. the shadow was still and you weren’t sure if the dark was just playing tricks on you. you blink a few times and the shadow is suddenly gone. you thought that the shadow was just something you imagined but when you rub your eyes the shadow returns and this time, there’s two shadowy figures. your heart starts to beat faster and worry starts to build in your chest. you quickly move back into your apartment with your groceries and lock the door. you’re trying to convince yourself that you were just seeing things but the silhouette of the two men in the darkness felt so real. although you couldn’t see their faces and couldn’t tell which direction they were facing, the longer you stared at them the feeling of their gaze piercing into you became stronger. 

you shook your head to try and rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts. you flip the lights on and make your way to the kitchen to put away your groceries. just as you set the bags on the counter a knock on your front door startles you. you stare at your front door and swallow the dryness in your throat. your breath is still shaky and you hoped that if you ignored the knock, it would just go away. after a few minutes, when you hear nothing, you shake your head and try to clear your mind by putting away your groceries. Thankfully, none of which needed to be refrigerated right away and weren’t spoiled. it was almost 4AM when you decided to freshen up after accidentally spending all day sleeping on your couch. as you grab some new clothes from your closet and make your way to your bathroom, you stop in your tracks when another knock can be heard from your front door. 

it startles you enough to make you drop what is in your hands. you slowly bend down to pick it up but another knock erupts from the door, this time it’s a lot harder than before. it causes you to jump with a small shriek leaving your lips, causing you to slap your hand over your mouth. 

you slowly make your way to the front door, careful to not make any sound and hoping the floor beneath you doesn’t creek. when you reach the door, you peek through the peephole, afraid of what you’re going to see, but to your surprise; there was nothing there. you roll your eyes and turn back around to take your shower when you hear another knock on the door. something inside you causes you to act irrationally. annoyed and tired of the knocking, you whip your body around and just open the door to confront the culprit, but once again there was no one there. 

you peek out and the hallway was empty. no one in sight, not even the shadowy figures you had seen before. when you retract back into your apartment, you notice a small book, a diary, is on your doorstep. you pick up the diary and blow the dust off of it. you were sure you hadn’t seen this diary when you first arrived. it was leather and from the damages and its appearance, you can tell it’s very old. you go back inside your apartment and decide to sit down on your bed to look through the diary. deciding to ignore your original plans to shower because your curiosity has gotten the better of you. 

when you open the diary a wave passes through your room. it was like opening the diary released something, you could feel the room get slightly colder and the hairs on your arm begin to rise. you notice a name was engraved on the bottom of the inside of the cover. 

“aliyah kim” you whispered as your thumb softly glided over the engraving. you spend the rest of the night flipping through the pages and reading her entries. it feels intrusive but a part of you couldn’t stop yourself from reading, but it did appear on your doorstep so what else were you to do. the diary had many entries, a lot were just of aliyah’s daily thoughts, her life here in the city and her adventures. at some point, about halfway through the diary, there was a break between the entries. 

the entry was of august 2021 and the one after that was february 2022. her tone of words had completely changed. it was like it wasn’t even the same person writing in the diary. her once happy and simple life she wrote about in her entries became dark. she wrote about being tormented by entities, 4 specifically. she wrote about how they vowed to break her down until she was nothing. how much she feared for her life and that every day she wasn’t sure if she was going to see the next sunrise. there were only a few entries after her entry from february 2022 and the diary suddenly stopped in april 2022. her last entry scared you the most. she only wrote one thing. 

“you may own my soul but i hold the truth.” you whispered to yourself. that was the only thing she wrote but she wrote it over and over again. there were several pages, back to back, of just the same sentence. the last page being some sort of symbol written in red ink. when you turned to the page with the symbol, a migraine strikes your head, causing you to drop the book and clutch your head. a high-pitched ringing surrounds the room and your vision starts to blur. the pain becomes unbearable and after a few minutes of the agonizing pain; sleep takes over your body once again. 

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you’re awoken by a stream of light peeking through your window blinds. the light directly settled over your eyes as if it was on purpose so that you would wake up. you rolled off your couch with a soft thud onto your carpet. strange, you thought to yourself. you could’ve sworn fell asleep on your bed last night. you reach over to grab your phone and see the time, it was 9am the next day and the first notification on your phone was from the delivery app letting you know your groceries had been delivered… yesterday at 6PM. you rushed over to your front door, brushing off the weird sense of deja vu as if this exact occurrence had happened once before. once you had grabbed and put away your groceries, thankful that it wasn’t stolen and nothing spoiled in the hours it was sitting outside, you decided to take a shower deciding what to do for the rest of the day. 

you exit your bathroom, a towel wrapped around your head to help dry your hair when you notice a familiar worn down diary sitting on your kitchen counter. a siren begins to go off in your head and in this moment you realize that this was more than deja vu. you snatched the diary from your kitchen counter and opened one of your drawers, pulling out matches. 

you threw the diary into your fireplace and without thinking, lit a match and tossed it with the diary. in a matter of seconds the leather bound book began to burn. the smoke that emitted from the book seemed to be almost black, you leaned in and after a closer look you thought you could hear whispers coming from the diary itself. like it was chanting something and luring you in, but you were taken out of your thoughts when your fire alarm goes off.

“shit!” you exclaimed, you hadn’t thought this far. not prepared, you had nothing to put out the fire. you grabbed a small pillow from your couch in a ditch effort to waft the smoke awake but to no avail. you quickly opened the windows in your living room and closed the rest of the doors in your apartment to prevent the smoke from spreading but nothing helped. the fire alarm was still blaring and the smoke only seemed to get thicker. at this point the smoke was getting so overbearing that you were choking on it, you made your way to your front door to get help but when you opened it you were met with a tall boy. 

he had striking features and a fire extinguisher in his hands. he doesn’t say anything as he enters your home and quickly unloads the extinguisher into your fireplace; stopping the fire and saving you from a potential life threatening event. 

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[leroiestmortvivelareine]

tgr live journal - ch 9-10

the increasingly unhinged notes i took while reading tgr

(all chapters)

tgr live - ch 9-10

imagine being Jean and having to cope with public speaking

he is such a warrior

Kevin I cannot BELIEVE you're passing up the chance to declaim loudly: 'I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him...'

Kevin Day, exy legend, says he is 'heartened' by seeing people mourn Riko.

yeah i bet he is

Nora why does the world get to see the King's tribute montage and we don't? can we see some of his alleged stellar exy moves? How does he look when he scores, proud, arrogant, aloof, joyful? what does his resting face look like? when does the sly look Jeremy talked about come out? I need details!! I need insight!! I need to see a man wearing non-gold shorts!!

Jean isn't letting anyone dilute the boundaries he's set for himself and the people he's chosen to protect. even if that means Zane.

even if Kevin's the one hammering on the door.

this man has a code, and i mean a Code.

'who are you to suggest they should die' - take that you rancid bitch

incidentally I wonder if Kathy Ferdinand knows she was the last person Riko ever snogged

no idea why Andrew 'if in doubt hit them in the spine' Minyard didn't go in for a nursing degree

you know that expression 'when all you have is a hammer, all problems look like a nail' well that's literally Andrew's approach to first aid

but what would Andrew even do if Grayson had hurt Neil

(punch through the divide between life and death and rend his screaming soul until even a cenobite wouldn't recognise it, that's what)

guess now we know what was important enough to come to California for

good news - Grayson didn't harm Neil

bad news - Neil's weird secret bond with French man is on a whole other level

why'd Jean tell Andrew about Stuart's hit when Neil clearly hadn't seen fit to? why didn't he tell him to ask Neil for himself?

errr because he was face to face with a furious Andrew Minyard

one look at those eyes and he'd know lying was way off the table

it was Kevin said the phrase 'had a history with'?

wait i

i just went to this weird parallel universe where someone told Andrew to stop smoke...

to stop sm...

to...

Jean - Absolutely inexcusable performance, how DARE you save my forever partner's life by so few milliseconds! Get that lardy body and its dry, crinkly lungs into shape immediately or I will be taking back custody as you clearly cannot be trusted to look after him!

Andrew - . . .

Andrew - fucking French moron telling me how to live my life

Andrew - fucking lying junkie serve him right if he did die

Salesperson - so you'll take the low-tar pack?

Andrew - yeah

Andrew - fuck

'I can't believe not one single Raven would back him up'... mmm dramatic foreshadowing???

um Riko I know the sample size is small but so far a new BMW has a far better success rate than your tactics for keeping people away from men

this is why you should've done a business degree

Jean is the first person in the aftgverse to push aside a drinking container with the intention that he, and not someone else, will clean it up afterwards. I find that very significant

Kevin is so happy to see Jean healing, but oh... Kevin, my poor Kevin, there is no healing you is there

Kevin what did he do to you...

'I can still hear him'

fuck

turns out being the attic wife is worse than being the basement wife

Kevin there's no songlist to save me from this pain

don't make me listen to Pushit it hurts too much

fuck

hmm ... do you guys get the impression sometimes that Nora's been reading our posts and wants to explicitly address them? the hell with us, o goddess, write what the fuck you want

Jean's new box of treasures - wristband from 4th July fireworks and the sand dollar.

and a peach, except that was ephemeral (which means, in danger of speedy disappearance.)

And Renee's photo, and her silver cross.

'Queens have no masters' - lol and if only

Kevin's drunken chess analogies are life itself - 'The last person who tried to beat me died! ha ha! Checkmate!' AND THEY WANT THIS MAN TO DO INTERVIEWS SOBER

Not asking about Jeremy's family is the new asking about Jeremy's family (there's fewer infuriating details and it gets you more dates probably)

Fuck yes Jean slamming Bryson around like a rag doll

Holy shit he is off the CHAIN!!

YASSSS!!!!!

another one whose love language is depositing mangled bad men at the feet of his beau, most ardently

and why isn't Jeremy watching this gloriousness

errr actually just as well Jeremy isn't watching...

otherwise they would for sure be making out on the hood of Laila's trashed car with Bryson still maimed and groaning beside them...

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[excelsior9173]

🎧 i’m so here for the dumbass music <3

haha and of course my library betrays me and doesn’t give me something dumb 😂 you got a song from one of my fave canadian artists right now!

[foxgloveinspace]

okay i swear i’m just gonna keep popping in here with everything on twitter that makes me spiral lmao

i found this tweet https://x.com/dywtylm_/status/1743807344457244905?s=46

and it’s all “first three songs you see is how 2024 will go for you”

and i got ascensionism, fall for me, and telomeres….

i am mildly concerned about my year 😅 idk how to interpret this none of those songs are particularly happy? (not that any sleep token song is but yeah lmao)

Damn. Your year sounds…. Full of heart break oh no.

Ok let’s see what I got:

Calcutta (not a great start), Fall For Me (weird that we both saw that one second haha), The Summoning.

Hmmm… so much pining…. I mean!! Nothing new there though, haha!

[allfortheslay25]

Hi. I love your art, and your story's off of them. I was wondering if you could go a little more in depth with Warren and Milo.

Sure! I’ll just cover their first meeting/impressions of one another. Also sorry it’s just a wip instead of the full line art, I started classes again and have found little time to squeeze in finished projects

First off, Milo was meant to stay with Wymack during the summer before his semester started at palmetto. Milo would be an assistant coach for a bit as he was not yet cleared to play full scrimmages with the team just yet. Wymack had not told the team and was planning to as soon as Milo’s plane landed. However, Milo booked an early and fast flight, eager to surprise his family (Wymack, Abby, Betsy, and Sarah aka Abby and David’s adopted daughter)

Milo didn’t have a key yet so he picked the lock of Wymack’s apartment and snuck inside, unknowing of the foxes already inside. Warren, who is very protective of Wymack, Abby, and Betsy, broke Milo’s nose upon entry. He didn’t give Milo a chance to explain since Warren has been conditioned to deal with everything with violence. He chased Milo, grabbing for him and swinging as the boy tried to escape. Milo had been trained by Matt to box, by Renee to wield a knife, and has the instinct to cause pain from his bloodline but his hearts too big to purposely hurt someone

Warren chased him into the hallway, tackling Milo and turning him around to hit him again when Wymack appeared, asking Warren wtf he was doing.

Wymack then explained that Milo would be staying with him and dropping by practices to help the team. Warren fumbled to apologize but after the craziness that was the encounter, he realized Milo was reallly pretty and so Warren was too shy to say anything else to him.

On Milo’s side of things, he was too busy reeling in his rage at being attacked to notice. Milo reminded himself to be nice and open to the foxes and attend his therapy with Bee every day.

Throughout the summer, Warren began to fall for Milo. He was his type after all; tall, cute smile, kind and friendly personality, intelligent and passionate. Plus he was amazing at exy. Warren got to be up and close with Milo during a scrimmage once (when Milo was giving the backliners a tip or two) and his talent and fierceness was the nail in the coffin for Warren.

On Milo’s side, he focused on exy and tried to get the foxes to bond so their teamwork would improve. He didn’t genuinely think of Warren often unless it was part of the team lol.

However, as soon as the semester began, Milo was officially introduced to the team as Emilio Isaiah Minyard-Josten. Warren’s crush crashed and burned when he realized this was the son of his favorite exy player, Neil Josten.

Warren, not knowing what to do with his feelings and discomfort at being close to Milo, began to accidentally bully him. He’d be too rough during practice, try to push him away (literally) and end up hurting him because Warren doesn’t know how to be gentle. He’s not very good at English which shows up more when he’s flustered so he’d be meaner than he intends.

On Milos side, he was confused and put off by warrens attitude. He wanted everyone to like him but every time he was nice, it only resulted in Warren clipping him in the ankle with his racquet or a hiss to leave him alone. Milo decided to respect warrens boundaries and give him the space he wanted. The only time they were ever close was on the court when the two would ignore everyone’s existence to push the other until one of them came out with the victory. Being that they were the teams most versatile players, they often practiced against each other

Sometime in Milo’s first week, he took his foxes out to Eden’s for bonding (he had never gone himself but his family had a reputation there and thus Milo had free entry) Milo made sure everyone had fun but was safe and eventually found Chris and Ash bothering Warren outside.

Warren was being pressured to try a smoke but he’d always thought it was a dumb habit. Until Milo chased away Chris and Ash, joining Warren outside for a civilized conversation, in which Milo inhaled the second hand smoke wistfully and said the smell reminded him of simpler times. (Referring to his five years of childhood at palmetto since andreil quit smoking after they graduated) Milo went back inside and Warren finished the cigarette. If he suddenly picked up a smoking habit, well that was his business.

Overall, Warren deals with his one sided crush on Milo. He’s too attracted to him to be his friend without guilt but he admires Neil Josten so much he refuses to make a move on Milo in fear that everyone will think it’s just a creepy fan move.

Milo is completely blind to Warren’s existence most days. He isn’t his friend and Milo has enough on his plate along with two people he actually has semi crushes on; Captain Jackie (a platonic crush) and Jay (a one sided crush since Jay finds Milo too young)

But Milo also has five more years to become close with Warren :)

[02511213942]

I love your art style and the way you draw different body types and your username. Hello. Hi, just a fan. Also, do you have any favorite aftg fics?

🥹 THANK YOU!!! you're very kind!! ! i hope to get better at drawing different body types and i like my username too!!

i do have lots of fic recs, but i've been sitting on and incubating this ask for too long so here are just five that have been on my mind again most recently!

til death do us part by @alcego

We follow Neil's professional exy career, including the ups and downs, from beginning to end.

IF IT FEELS LIKE THIS FIC WAS MADE IN A LAB FOR ME IT'S BECAUSE IT WAS!! COMMISSIONED FROM THE BRILLIANT AJ :)) if you loved reading the games in the books u will looove this... sports-heavy outsider pov and media snippets, neil gets a concussion, andreil being odd and cute, kevin day is there. all is well in the world.

Signs of Life by moonix @annawrites

In which Kevin works the graveyard shift, Andrew is the witching hour cryptid, and Neil guards the ice-cream freezer.

if i were andrew i'd make out with neil in aisle ten too... kevin thinking about his breakfast sandwich and andrew needing to touch of the roots of his box blonde hair I LOVE YOUu....

burning with you by @seasy33

The crowd whistles and cheers. People on the dance floor start to pair together, pressing close and swaying. As the song really begins, Neil realizes he knows it and starts humming along, playing idly with the ring on Andrew's finger. Andrew's hand twitches. "You know this song." Neil nods against his shoulder, still humming. "You don't know who Aerosmith is, but you know Shania Twain." Neil shrugs. - Neil and Andrew go to a bar and end up sort-of serenading each other --with country songs. That's it, that's the fic

feral stick figure on all fours dot jpeg. whenever you're still the one or johnny and june come up on my spotify shuffle i think of this fic and my aura acquires a gentle pink glow. i love country music :)

Every Sinner Has A Future by OfficialStarsandGutters

Canon divergent Neil x Aaron. - Neil Josten. A shock of red hair and ocean blue eyes. Pretty faced, but nothing special. Except he makes a throwaway comment about Andrew being off his meds and it’s like everyone in the room forgets to breathe. Even Aaron, his body still and tense with surprise that he can tell them apart. Without even having met Aaron, he knew Andrew wasn’t him. That shouldn’t mean anything. Aaron rubs his sweaty palms on his skinny jeans and tells himself it doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

my fav rare pair and the fic ever for them 🥹 aaron minyard i've really come around to you and i'll even let you take my son out if you have him home by 10.

sunset, like survival by animediac @jaywalkers

The first time Neil dies is devastating. The second time is just as bad. The third time has them wondering if there’s a way out of this loop that doesn’t end with Neil dead. - Night, after night, after night. Baltimore isn't something that just happens once.

kandreil neil death time loop fic you are SO famous to me. on my mind again recently because róisín is very good at being a paramedic and knowing what really happens to the body when you are critically horribly injured, and i asked them what would happen if neil got hypothetically specifically tortured, and they did not let me down.

[simonsrosebud]

omgg god im genuinely so intrigued with all your WIPs and its so hard to choose one so please expect another ask from me but let’s start with Roommates please im really curious about the next generation fr like it sounds so fun !!!

HEHE THANK YOU!! these two so fun to write no matter what i swear

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It was Abram’s idea to live together again sophomore year. Bred from late nights and endless laughter and a belief that they’d be attached to the hip forever. Elliot and Abram, Abram and Elliot. Ask for one, get the other.

It came as no surprise that the two boys would be going to the same college. Abram wanted to go to PSU since before he could remember, and Elliot didn’t want to go too far. He had too much trauma, too many abandonment issues, too much anxiety to be more than three hours away from the home he and his sister had made with Andrew and Neil. It wasn’t his fault that he visited PSU with Abram and had fallen in love with it.

That same home was the one they’d met each other in when they were barely fifteen, three and a half years ago. The place Abram first visited when he heard that his godfather had taken in two teens the same age as himself and his older brother. When Elliot had short buzzed hair and bleeding nail beds. Undiagnosed anxiety, ignored dyslexia, and unmedicated ADHD because he’d still refused to start taking the prescription that Andrew had picked up for him.

Abram had grown up without any of that. It was so foreign that he didn’t even consider treating Elliot like glass. He’d brought over his X-box and plugged it in without a second thought.

Four years later, he and Elliot were doing the same thing. Huddled together on the floor of their shared dorm, knees pressing together on Abram’s bed because neither of them really fit comfortably like that. Abram was 6’1 and all pure lean muscle. Thick thighs from years of playing exy and soccer, and biceps that were unfairly strong to match. It almost annoyed Elliot, who only stood at 5’10 and felt scrawny all around standing at his side.

Elliot groaned when he lost once again and finally gave up. Spring break was due to start in a few days, so while they only lived twenty-five minutes apart at home, they would be leaving the cocoon that they’d created over the last eight months.

Abram brought it to his attention without thinking. “Alright, start getting ready. We gotta meet the girls in a half hour.”

Elliot slanted him a look. “As if either of us need that long,” he said, and promptly fell to the side in Abram’s bed. He turned his face into his pillow, pulling Abram’s comforter up to his chin, and burrowed in.

When he peeked an eye open, it was to Abram sauntering over shirtless. Elliot’s eyes wandered down like they normally did, because he really was jealous of Abram’s body. He wanted to poke his abs and see if his finger would sink into his skin or just halt in place.

Abram set his chin by Elliot’s head, back hunched to his level and pout on full accidental display. He scanned Elliot’s face, making him suddenly self conscious. His face felt red and hot. “Comfy?” he asked. “I’ll make you a deal,” he offered. “You start getting ready now, and maybe I’ll let you sleep in my bed later.”

Elliot’s chest squeezed and clenched uncomfortably- excitedly. He clenched Abram’s blanket in his fist and sat up. Playfully, he squinted his eyes. “I don’t believe you… You only let me sleep here when I have nightmares.”

Abram stood to full height with Elliot’s movements. He smiled, wide and charming. All straight white teeth and full lips and a tiny indent that Elliot would argue was a dimple. He gave into the urge to reach forward and poke his finger into the small crater.

“Not true,” he countered. “Sometimes when your brain isn’t shutting off.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t count,” he said, but it was true. Abram was a saint if he ever knew one. Twin XL beds certainly weren’t fit for two large athletes- even if Abram was only on an intramural soccer team and Elliot had pivoted from high school cross country to morning runs instead.

Abram thought about it for a moment, but his smile didn’t necessarily fade. “Sounds like you might have to have an insomnia episode later, then.” He winked obnoxiously, sending Elliot’s stomach into unease. Did he eat something strange earlier?

He pushed Abram’s covers off of him and slid down from his bed. With his back to his roommate, he gained his wit back and said, “Only I can throw the ADHD card into the ring,” he tsked. “You’re just jealous that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn't.”

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