Hi Aerie! What’s something that’s been making you happy lately?
I reread the tarot sequence this weekend while I was sick and I forgot how much I loved those books. I only read them because you recommended them! Now I gotta figure out how to get my hands on the Eidolon because Libby doesn’t have it and neither does my actual library. The next book is supposed to come out later this year too!
Anyway I hope you have a great week!!!
- @aftgphoenix
Hiii! <33 Hm... making DVDs is basically all I've been up to lately? It's fun to me? Even though it's annoying to be using such old ass software that has no manual/guide. :')
Also GOD I need to re-read the tarot sequence soon! I loveeee them so much and I miss them. I want to get Jess to read them with me next time. >:3
OH! Does your library have Hoopla? Sometimes I can find things through it that Libby hasn't got.
ALSO I didn't know that?! Holy shit that's so exciting? We're getting more aftg AND more tarot sequence this year?! TwT Things to live forr ahhh :D <333
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helloo sorry it took a while i couldn't find the ipad and when i did it was dead. this one is as of yet only Visions and Doodles spurned by
[TGR SPOILERS]
i found it was such a sweet gesture and almost nobody has talked about it and i want to give it a bit of attention. most likely? they're your garden-variety skin-toned band-aids. but please consider:
they don't impede his playing and cat said it's a good idea, ergo jean's got no objections. so imagine him with 2 mismatched cutesy plasters on each finger. completely self-indulgent yes i know XD
anyways i don't have the definitive sketch yet but i was horsing around some weeks ago and these are the vibes:
images from pinterest because i feel bad for not including sources: 1 | 2 | 3
Oona: Andrew and Jean's conversation outside the studio in the middle of the interview
John: Jean’s catharsis while confronting Zane in the locker room
8 - Which scene is living rent-free in your head?
Oona: The Foxes vs. Ravens match
John: The scene where Cat gets Jean to admit he’s starting to change his Raven mindset
Nate hasn't finished reading the book yet but you'll hear his answers if you listen to the episode we're going to do with our Golden Raven initial reactions!
Thank you for making the ask game and also for writing in!
I would like to be a wildcard for whoever doesn’t get asks or is being the nicest to you!
- @aftgphoenix
WIP Wednesday (8/27) | Maid Neil AU (Part 20)
"Well, that's debatable," Andrew adds. "He nearly rear-ended me on the way over."
Neil grimaces but Kevin laughs at the thought. After that, the air of awkwardness sort of fades. The three— four — of them stay at the table a while longer, Kevin asking more questions and Neil answering most of them honestly.
Eventually the interview ends though, when Sunny allows it, and Neil is led to the front door by the same man who brought him in.
"We'll need some time to think it over. I'll call you with a decision as soon as possible," Andrew says as he opens the door. Neil nods and thanks him as he exits.
He should've at least asked them each to sign something for his binder before he left, he thinks dejectedly. Neil's got a snowball's chance at being hired now that they know he's useless and a fan of theirs. At the very least, Kevin didn't clock him. That's a good thing, but still. He's disappointed. Neil falls into the driver's seat of his car and immediately smashes his head against the steering wheel, startling himself when the horn sounds.
Goddamn it, he ruins everything.
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"I am appalled," Kevin says no sooner than Andrew shuts the door behind their latest candidate. Andrew turns on his heel to find Kevin right behind him, arms crossed and face all pinched up.
"Appalled, huh?"
"Yes! You thought that... That boy was qualified to work for us?" Kevin sputters, throwing his hands in the air. "He has no credentials, no references, nothing! I would be surprised if he knew how to operate a vacuum cleaner!"
"Tell me this, Kevin Day, do you know how to operate our vacuum cleaner?" Andrew drawls, delighting when Kevin's lips go pouty.
"I don't need to know that, I'm not the one applying to be a maid!' Kevin snaps back. That phrasing puts an idea in Andrew's head and he allows himself a moment to indulge. Then Kevin seems to sense it and nudges him with his elbow. "What are you thinking about?"
"Do you think we could get him into one of those little dresses with the frills and apron?" Andrew asks in a deadpan.
Scandalized, Kevin gasps out, "Andrew!"
Andrew shrugs, "I thought he was charming."
"Charming, my ass!" Kevin says. Andrew walks around him, patting said ass as he goes.
"Oh, he's not nearly so charming as that. But he's interesting, don't you think so?"
I’m indecisive so I would like to request Dealers Choice please!
- @aftgphoenix
WIP Wednesday (10/15) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 339)
A bit alarmed at this barrage of calls, Andrew taps the first message and holds his breath. He's not sure what he's expecting to hear. Another mental breakdown themed around Abram's father. Or perhaps news of an arson-related relapse— Abram's been so good recently, you see. The very last thing Andrew expected was for a low groan to pour out of his speaker. Oh, he thinks, as the sound stirs something inside him. Andrew wrangles his jacket off with one hand and whips it away from him as he settles on the couch, phone held tight to his ear.
"Fuck," Abram says, low and sultry. "Wanted to talk to you, but you're busy I guess." He sighs. "Just thought I'd, ah, call and let you know I'm using my birthday present. It's, fuck, it's good. So good, Andrew. Can't believe I've never used this before. I'm such an idiot."
Andrew listens intently as Abram fucks his own first, aided for the first time by the miracle that is lube. He can picture the scene in almost perfect detail, since every one of Abram's sounds is imprinted on his brain from last time. He knows which expression matches each one. He listens to all three messages with his eyes squeezed shut so Abram's image stays firmly in his mind, and he's rock hard by the time Abram comes. Andrew cups himself as Abram pants for breath.
"Fuck," Abram curses again, followed by a deep exhale. "Oh. Oh. Right. Um. Bye, Andrew. Talk to you later." Abram says in a rush, sounding ever so bashful as he hangs up. It's such a drastic difference to the wanton, fucked-out tone from before that Andrew has to laugh. He drops his phone to get himself off in record time, then calls Abram back.
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Because I can't be normal and give a straight response to anything, I went insane and wrote over 8,000 words about Fay and wintertime with the Foxes. This is only about 2k of it because the rest isn't cleaned up yet.
To answer the question though: Fay doesn't care much for winter or cold weather. But he likes Christmas.
Also I gave Fay ocd a long while back. This kind of looks into that a bit.
tw: minor character death mentioned, also thanksgiving from canon mentioned
Fay loved winter when he was a child because it meant Christmas was on its way. And the snow would inevitably bring about days home from school where he'd heat up canned soup and crackers for his siblings and take them sledding on the hill behind the house while their parents weren't around to tell them not to. Of course they never had real sleds, but the tops of storage bins worked just fine.
Winter also meant more time at his grandmother's house, which was a nice change of pace since she actually enjoyed having them around. She had real sleds at her place. And an actual fire place, which Fay had spent countless minutes staring into as a kid. (Perhaps one of the first indications that he would one day set fires for a hobby.)
She had been the one to teach him how to cook, to bake, to be useful. Gran couldn't stand a useless man and she staunchly refused to let him grow up into one. She thought it was her life's mission to make him into somebody who'd be a good husband one day. (She never had one, you see. Her husband had been terrible and disappeared under mysterious circumstances...)
She was the only member of his family who hadn't disowned him for being gay. Of course, she never had a chance to find out. She dropped dead the winter after Fay turned twelve, four years before Amber fucked him over.
Heart attack while shoveling snow. She was digging out a little path to walk her dog in. Fay had been the one to find her, having spent the night after yet another 'disagreement' with his father that left him with bruised knuckles and a black eye.
Before he'd gone to bed he'd promised he would handle the snow for her when he got up, but he got up too late. How was he supposed to know Junebug would need to pee first thing that morning? In the end, she went on the rug under the dining room table while Fay called for paramedics.
Christmas changed after that. Everything did. Gone were the days of cookies and sledding and Santa Claus. Gone was his escape. His safe haven. All because he slept in.
One day he thought he might talk to Betsy about that. Maybe. It was on his list at least.
Anyway! Fay thought, shaking away awful memories as best he could. Luckily half the time his brain was like an Etch-a-Sketch. Blink too hard and he'd forget whatever was bothering him. He did just that and let all that old pain settle back behind his eyes somewhere. (He thought perhaps one of his prescriptions was to blame for his memory issues. He hoped. He needed to ask but was afraid of the answer.)
Nowadays, cold weather meant Fay's bad knee would throw bigger hissy fits than usual. That he might be more prone to falling when his leg forgot its job. Snow was not for sledding anymore, it only made surfaces slippery and reminded him of the first job he'd ever taken. (One does not forget lying on their belly on a rooftop with a rifle, waiting in a blizzard for a scumbag murderer to return to his apartment. No matter how badly one might try.)
For all these reasons he was no longer a fan of winter. Or any season, really. For the past few years Fay'd merely existed and time marched circles around him, never ceasing. It was still unrelenting but now he had a reason to wake up in the morning. Multiple reasons. Now, Fay had school and exy and his friends. Teammates. Whatever they were, Fay loved them.
Which was why he felt so fucking awful.
You see, the tiny family he'd been pretending he belonged to had fallen apart last month. When Andrew was attacked and whisked off to rehab, the group's dynamic changed a whole fucking lot. For one, Kevin, despite his brave face, was infinitely more nervous without Andrew around. He tended to stick close to Neil or Fay whenever possible, as if they were surrogates for whatever Andrew was to him. (Fay still wasn't quite sure.)
Nicky seemed nearly overcome with guilt for being the reason Andrew was in that house in the first place. He was so depressed Fay thought to lock up his scripts, just in case. He didn't think Nicky would try. Not really. But he was scared because he adored Nicky. And he already had the safe, after all.
Aaron was... Well, he'd just killed a man with his own two hands. Presumably for the first time. Fay knew how he felt, of course. But he didn't know how to comfort him. There wasn't a way, not really. Aaron had done what was needed, stopped the man who was hurting his brother. There was no reason for him to feel bad, but still. Taking a life was hardly ever easy. Fay was a (retired) professional and still suffered nightmares.
Neil was the least affected by the whole thing. No, actually that wasn't true, Fay thought. Neil just seemed to hide his emotions better than the rest of them. Still, Fay could sometimes catch him staring into space. And he wondered if Neil was recalling that day.
Fay did. Often.
It was useless but he couldn't stop himself from imagining what would've happened if he'd been there. He could have been. Nicky had invited him with downcast eyes, knowing full well Fay would not step foot into his parents' house. (Fay was not that stupid, not even for Nicky.)
So he'd been at Nicky's place in Columbia, waiting. Just... Bored out of his mind while the others sat down to what he figured would be a bland meal and a sermon.
He'd been watching a bad movie when Nicky called to explain what'd happened. That he was at the police station with Aaron, that he thought he maybe should've gone with Andrew instead. That he wasn't sure if he made the right choice and he didn't know what to do. That Coach was on his way though, and that he would.
Fay'd considered stealing a car from one of Nicky's neighbors, to go to him. But since he didn't know his way around Columbia, he would've likely never found the place. In the end he wasn't able to do anything but wait.
It was over a month ago, that wretched day. And still Fay constantly found himself thinking about it, about what his presence could've changed. He could not have stopped it from happening. He knows that... (He and Betsy discussed it numerous times, his delusion that he could've somehow saved Andrew.)
He couldn't have. There was no way he could've stopped it. Even if he'd been there, he wouldn't have known what would happen. He wouldn't have been able to piece things together. How Neil had done it, Fay still had no clue. So yeah, he couldn't have prevented the attack.
But. He could've gotten rid of the body.
Could've kept Aaron from being arrested. He would've, given the chance.
Drake Spear would've died at Aaron's righteous hand and disappeared by Fay's bloody ones. He'd done it plenty of times, moved corpses and cleaned up scenes. Whatever was asked of him. It was not his favorite line of work, but a necessary one. Of course Nicky's parents would've posed a problem. But as far as Fay was concerned, they could've joined Andrew's rapist somewhere really goddamn hot for the holidays.
Fay thought he might burn their house down. Eventually. For practice. After all, what would their deaths mean to him? Just a couple new names in his address book. That was all. He was loath to add to it after so many months of good behavior, but... It could be done.
Enough, Fay told himself, pinching the inside of his wrist. Enough, enough, enough.
He was at the fucking mall, hardly the place to be planning a double. Though, he'd been here for hours and his mind could only wander so far before springing back to his latest obsession. He needed some caffeine. (And for Nicky's parents to crash their car on the way to church next Sunday.) (Which, once again, could be arranged.)
Fay pinched himself again.
A while later he acquired a cherry coke from some pizza joint in the food court and noticed one of those Meet Santa things was set up nearby, all ridiculous and over the top like the big man himself was on his way to take photos with toddlers. Fay snapped a quick photo of the scene and sent it off to Nicky with the caption, should i go sit on his lap?
Nicky's answer was quick: ew no too old for u babe. try his elf instead ;)
The elf in question looked around Fay's age and dead inside. Perfect combination.
not my type
u sayin u dont wanna jingle his bells??? ;)))
Fay stifled a laugh and crammed his phone back in his pocket without answering so he could return to his mission. He scoured the mall and bought anything that caught his eye. Anything he thought one of the others would like. He knew he was going overboard, but buying presents was always his favorite part. And now it wasn't his mom pressing a ten into his hands and unleashing him on the dollar store to find something for his siblings. Oh no, now he was a grown fucking man with mob connections and a fat bank account. And he loved a chance to whip out either of those.
It was only money. He could get more. And Christmas was once a year for fuck's sake.
—
Over the next couple days Fay wrapped gifts on the floor of the living room while the others were in class. Then popped one of those anorexic Christmas trees into the corner of the dorm, slapped on lights and baubles, and piled the presents underneath like a very shiny game of Jenga. It was amazing he thought, how glitter paper and twinkle lights could completely transform a room.
Thankfully, Matt and Neil had no qualms with it. He hadn't even thought to ask, he was so excited. Matt's eyes had bulged the first time he walked in to the madness. Fay had been sprawled on the ground amongst the remains of his handiwork, likely looking like a murdered elf. He waved a foot in Matt's direction before moving to sit up.
Matt laughed and shook a couple boxes, then saw the ones with his name on them. "These for me?"
"You're the only Matt I know." Fay told him. And Matt seemed equally surprised and confused that Fay would've bought him anything at all. He didn't say anything, just eyed the tree again before saying he had to go meet Dan.
By the time Neil got in a bit later Fay had picked himself up off the floor. He only squinted at the tree in disbelief. "Who... did this exactly?"
"Moi," Fay told him.
"Why?"
"I like Christmas."
"There's so much." Neil said, eyeing the tower of presents yet again.
"Guess we were all good this year." Fay shrugged. With a look that insulted Fay's intelligence, Neil gave up on questions to go into the bedroom.
Fay thought he might return the shoes he bought Neil.
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Each one of your stories is so good and it’s so hard to choose which one I want every week!
- @aftgphoenix
WIP Wednesday (7/30) | Demon Neil AU (Part 57)
"If memory serves, you came with us under no duress and of your own free will." Jean says as he stretches himself across the couch. He looks astonishingly like a big cat about to take a nap, which Andrew supposes he probably is. Andrew holds up his tarot deck again and waves it at Jean in an intimidating manner. The backliner's gray eyes widen and Kevin bumps Andrew with his elbow.
"Andrew, stop threatening him with those."
"Ruining my fun, as always," Andrew says with a sigh. But he does as he's told. "I could threaten him with a knife."
"I am not afraid of knives. They haven't killed me so far," Jean adds from his lounging position.
"Jean, don't say..." Kevin huff and knocks his knuckles against the door frame to ward off bad luck.
"Oh, I like when humans are superstitious. It means they're smart." Neil chimes in suddenly. Andrew isn't sure whether he believes that.
-
The drive is much, much shorter than the walk.
They reach the curb by Andrew's place in less time than it takes for Andrew to finish complaining about Kevin's heated seats trying to melt his ass off. He hadn't bothered to put on a seat belt, so Andrew pops the door open and sticks his foot on the asphalt but Kevin catches his arm and smiles.
"Thanks."
"You drove me, remember?" Andrew says, feigning stupidity. Kevin rolls his eyes and lets go.
WIP Wednesday (7/16) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 322)
[A/N: SMUT]
With expert fingers, Andrew unbuttons Abram's jeans without so much as a downward glance. As much as he'd like to tear his clothes off and get down to business, he pulls the zipper down slowly and Abram's eyelids flutter when Andrew's knuckle brush against him. His mouth falls open when Andrew presses more firmly against his still partially-clothed cock, and his hips shift to grind up against the back of Andrew's hand.
Andrew wants to eat him alive.
Instead he tugs Abram's pants to mid-thigh and leans back in to mouth at his neck, his throat, his collarbones. By the time his lips meet Abram's chest, Abram's fingers are so thoroughly tangled in Andrew's hair he wonders whether he'll have to cut it to get them out. Just what he needs, bald patches. From sex. He suppose there are worse things. Besides, he looks good with a buzz cut.
While entertaining these stupid thoughts, Andrew gently presses his lips to scar after scar after scar. He has this need to kiss them all better. The road rash, the knife lines, the bullet wound. Some of them inspire shivers, others get no response at all. But he gets them all before he moves on to something he knows Abram will like.
"Andrew," Abram whines when Andrew laps at one of his nipples. His grip tightens in Andrew's hair, but he doesn't try to pull him away, so Andrew sucks gently at it. And that draws a... God, Andrew hasn't got a word for the noise Abram just made. But he likes it, so he does it again before moving to the other.
"You're killing me," Abram informs him with an unsteady voice. Andrew looks up at him with a little smile before continuing down, down, down. He kisses a path to Abram's waistband, stopping to nip at his abs along the way. When he gets there, he moves to sit back up and Abram's hands fall away from his head. He misses their weight instantly.
