#kazisatitagain

[kazzyboy]

I JUST REALIZED HE’S HOLDING A WHOLE FUCKING SOCCER BALL IN HIS HAHD???????

LIKE IT MIGHT BE KID-SIZED BUT WHAT THE SHIT

[kazzyboy]

IM SORRY

Neil dresses like vector from despicable me and that is the sad truth of things whether you want to believe it or not.

[kazzyboy]

Okay, so, Neil is generally stereotyped as “the girly one” (aka the more expressive/weird/emotional one) because most of Andrew’s actual personality is brushed aside as part of his medicine and therefore considered the dark and broody one, but.. this is absolutely ridiculous (not just because of the girl/guy stereotypes). Like, I understand that it probably induced some pretty ludicrous thoughts, but.. Andrew’s brain technically generated them.

As someone who says like 5% of what they think, I feel like he doesn’t say shit like that when he’s sober because he doesn’t have the energy/doesn’t want to.

But people are sleeping on the fact that Andrew, You’re-Like-A-Raccoon-Dramatic-Poetic-Disney-Villain Andrew, is absolutely the one in Andriel to think shit like,”what if we were two porcelain cats drinking spilt milk out of a bucket,” and “would you love me if I was a worm.”

This is erasure

[kazzyboy]

Andreil and arguing.

So, I’m pretty sure Nora mentioned something about them fighting in the extra content— I could be just making this up, considering I have the memory of a walnut, but apparently they’d give each other the cold shoulder. Again, that could be wrong, but I disregard half of the extra content anyway.

I don’t exactly know what they would fight about. Maybe Andrew kicked the upperclassmen back too hard. Maybe Neil is in a nasty mood and Andrew says something wrong. People are bound to fight, over one thing or another. It could be stupid. It could be Andrew pushing Neil to stand up to Jack. It could be Neil pushing Andrew’s buttons a little too hard. The one thing I do know, however, is that they are both petty as fuck. So, things heat up and snap and there are harsh, biting words exchanged, because that’s how they are, what they were raised (by themselves) into— and then it is deathly silent. Shoulders cold enough to give the rest of the team frostbite. The upperclassmen end up with Neil hanging out in their room more— Dan, Matt, and Allison all expected this would happen, that Andrew would be too hard-headed or violent, but they stay quiet about it, unwilling to beat a dead horse. Renee doesn’t talk to Neil about it, but hangs around him more than usual. Neil is pissed that he has a chaperone, but reminds himself he’s not mad at her. He’s not even mad at Andrew, really. He’s just mad. Instead, Renee (gently) confronts Andrew about it. His gaze is dark— he tells her they stepped on each other’s feet, and that’s just how it always was. Renee takes this and they spar. Andrew is angrier than usual— his blows are sloppy and fueled by emotion. Renee leaves with more than a few bruises, but also with reassurance.

Andrew takes the monsters to Eden’s more, and worries a drink in his hand without ever taking a sip. He spends the nights chewing on a unlit cigarettes, tells everyone who tries to talk to him to fuck off and eat shit. Kevin has to pound on his door in the mornings so they can get back to Palmetto.

It lasts for weeks. The Foxes are getting worried— Wymack asks Neil about it and isn’t graced with a response. Neil is tired, wants Andrew back, but he’d be damned to give in. He survived years on the run and years alone. He didn’t need anybody— especially not Andrew, or his cunning words or his golden hair or his bordering-on-amber eyes. Wymack leaves when the grinding of Neil’s teeth gets too loud.

Andrew gives in first. He goes to the roof, where he knows Neil is because there are gray clouds on the horizon and Neil loves this kind of weather. Neil is sitting there, legs dangling off the edge. His school bag is thrown half-hazardously a few feet behind him, notebooks full of Fox doodles spilling out. Andrew walks to the edge, a few feet from Neil. The cigarette between his lips is unlit. He stands there until the sun starts to slip below the horizon. Practice will start soon. Andrew sits down, a little closer to Neil. If Neil notices him, he doesn’t show it. A couple of minutes pass before Neil moves, slow and gentle, and nudges an unopened bottle of whiskey towards him. Andrew doesn’t touch it, but takes the cigarette out of his mouth, lights it, and sets it on the edge. Neil knocks it off just to watch it go flying.

“That’s a fire hazard.” Andrew says, stomach flipping for a second before he stops watching the cigarette plummet. Neil only hums. Andrew lights another. It’s quiet for a long time, before Neil’s ringtone knocks him out of his trance. Kevin is demanding to know why he isn’t at practice yet. Neil tells him they’ll be there in a second. Andrew’s phone goes off three times before they drag themselves from the roof. They’ll talk about it later, but, for now, there’s a truce.

The Foxes are bad at hiding their surprise when they show up, but no one says anything to them directly as they show up together, practically attached at the hip. Renee offers a smile and Wymack’s voice is less grim than usual as he divides them into teams— Renee, Dan, Allison, Aaron and Matt, Andrew, Neil, and Kevin. The freshman and Nicky are subs.

To no ones surprise, Andrew and Neil completely obliterate the competition.

[kazzyboy]

“Andrew is by far the scariest, most intimidating person I’ve ever met” Andrew jumps when the toaster goes off

[kazzyboy]

OI FUCK U

@kazzyboy PLEASE I JUST THOUGHT OF A TAG

[kazzyboy]

Can we all agree that being inexperience in sexual spaces doesn’t make someone innocent? Take Neil Josten for example, before Andrew he’d kissed a few girls just barely, but he’d probably killed at least one person before Palmetto and he’d sure as hell hurt many more. It just bugs me that someone could be a full-on murderer (affectionately a murderer, he was surviving) and people make them out to be all “innocent virgin” and, in turn, “cutesy and shy.” Like it just makes my blood boil

[kazzyboy]

Mr. Stadium Man // It’s Been Awhile, Have A Neil

[kazzyboy]

More monster/fox headcanons, because it’s been a hot goddamn minute!

- Whereas Neil is completely covered in freckles, Andrew has more beauty marks/scattered freckles and light seasonal freckles on his nose and cheeks.

- Kevin has a peanut allergy. The twins are lactose intolerant and just power through it. Nicky is allergic to gluten. Meanwhile Neil is indestructible

- Andrew wears those plaid pajama pants in public

- Andrew would rather die than be caught wearing open toed shoes

- Andrew is strong as hell but this makes him top-heavy and he has the flexibility of a walnut. He has back problems by 25 and constantly needs it popped.

- The twins do not sleep. If they cannot sleep they give up. Just straight up start doing something else, because nothing works. The only time it has every worked is the hospital after injuries, and it was borderline lethal dosage. They could take entire bottles of melatonin and fight through it. Wouldn’t even bat an eye. Neil is the same way except it’s taught.

- Aaron is completely scent blind. If it doesn’t smell like blood or something burning he can’t smell it/can’t tell it smells bad. This mildly affects his taste and explains why he can eat spicy shit like it’s plain bread.

- Aaron and Kevin both really enjoy cryptid-related stuff. I like to think that Aaron is, like, an alien boy, like that one kid that had a bunch of alien pins and stuff, and Kevin likes the historic aspect of cryptic stuff— he’s particularly fond of Irish ones, like Kelpies and Nessie

- Speaking of Irish Kevin, Kevin in a kilt.

- And speaking of Kevin and Aaron, they have a sort of little club where they watch cryptid stuff and conspiracies and always end up way too paranoid at three in the morning. Nicky teases them for “acting like a bunch of school girls having a sleep over” but that’s just because his room is next to Aaron’s and he can hear them whispering about creepy stuff all night

- Neil prefers hot weather, whereas Andrew cannot stand any extreme weather. At all. Above seventy, fuck you and fuck the sun. Below forty, fuck you and everything else. He thrives in mid-storm/cloudy weather though. It’s usually when he has the most energy.

- Neil calls Matt “Matthew” at random just to mess with him (the equivalent of your mom saying your full name)

- More of an exy head canon but goalies have another piece of extra armor adorning their thighs and hips, because getting your pelvis shattered is no joke

- Andrew grinds his teeth without realizing it and it always manages to annoy the fuck out of Neil

- Aaron’s crusty ass uses the most salt on his fuckin ramen for no reason

- Nicky and Matt chaos team. Nicky and Matt chaos team. Nicky and Matt chaos te

- Neil drawing on his shoes with sharpie <3

- The monsters dislike thanksgiving for many, many reasons, and therefore deem it second Halloween

- There’s just. So much throwing things. Andrew, Neil, and Kevin (as well as the girls) have wicked reflexes thanks to exy and dedication (And Neil dragging Andrew into it with the promise of roof time) and so they’re all used to just being able to throw something at each other and have the other catch it. This, however, is not a universal trait. Sometimes Dan will throw something in Matt’s general direction, like when they’re cooking, and Matt will always catch it at the last second, because how was he supposed to know Dan threw an egg at him from behind and how did Dan know he wasn’t gonna catch it immediately? Aaron is higher on the scale than Nicky, but he still has no idea how Kevin expected them to catch a fucking lamp?? Hello? The freshman.. the freshman drop so many things. It’s become a bet with the upperclassmen.

[kazzyboy]

Oh no.. am.. am I.. Kazoo kid?

I want to learn how to play the kazoo and like, be good at it. so when someone asks me if I can play anything, I'm like, yeah I do a pretty mean kazoo solo, they'll be obviously underestimate me and think oh another kazoo weirdo but I'll take out my Pinkie Pie kazoo and play the fucking beethoven or something idk and they'll inevitably fall in love with me but I'll reject them coz they'd insulted my kazoo and no one insults my kazoo, so I'll wander around the world, playing my kazoo and meeting new people but never getting close, coz in this life, baby, it's just me and kazoo.

[kazzyboy]

Love it for Neil that at the beginning of The Foxhole Court he says he doesn’t believe in fate to his future husband on the way to his future found family. You go king, give yourself nothing

[kazzyboy]

Serf AU // Kevin Day In A Wetsuit

I blame @pipebomb-malewife for giving me Kevin Day brain rot, and I blame @mf-means-matthew-fairchild and @andrewsleftknee for encouraging me

[kazzyboy]

Some professor Andrew because I was in a mood.. save him

Glasses + No Glasses Version

I detest the shading in this piece but I’ve been on a bit of an art hiatus so I’ll brush it aside. I’m rereading Aftg for the 7th time in the hope to get back into the swing of Aftg

[kazzyboy]

Look! A ghost boy with Mommy Issues!!1!1! // Momma Told Me by Mother Mother

Last week was exhausting, so today’s art flavor is ✨angst✨

If I ever mention cloth in the same sentence as a drawing again, STOP ME. I beg of you. Also I used a giant canvas for this so please click for better quality.. thanks tumblr for fucking it up

[kazzyboy]

So you know how eventually Andrew and Neil will run out of truths to trade one day..

Pro Neil, pissed the other team is winning (and being pricks about it): Hey, Drew!

Pro Andrew, literally sitting down in the goal with his racquet, not giving a fuck: Hmm?

Neil: how many pints of salted caramel ice cream will it take for you to shut them down?

Andrew, considering: hmm.. three. And McDonald’s fries. And we’re sleeping with the weighted blanket tonight (it’s the middle of the summer).

Neil, grinning: fucking bet

The other team, the other team’s coaches, the fans, the entire city, the other team’s grandmas watching Andrew stand up and get in position:

(Fear)

[kazzyboy]

Just another reminder that Andriel is not a one-sided “I love you despite that you’re broken” it’s a mutual “I love you. You’re broken like me.”