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foxy-exy · 1 year
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AND..... here is my @aftghalloweenzine cosplay!!!
I've been wanting to cosplay Zombie Cowboy Neil for forever, considering I first read AFTG in I think 2016?? and started cosplaying one Fox after another in 2017? And he's been on the plans roster since early on! So I finally got it done, and honestly, I'm glad I ended up waiting until I had the cosplay skills to really pull him together, rip him up, and make him as gross as I really wanted to 😂
I'm so excited for people to see the completed zine, it's so wonderful!! You can grab the digital version or preorder the physical now!
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cay-cay-diamond · 1 year
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Snap a selfie w/ me? 🤩
Happy 1 day late birthday Cater, I finally made a TWST centric blog in celebration lmao
First outfit of many for my Cater Diamond cosplay 🥰 I'm well and truly obsessed with this game and especially this mans 💕 Had so much fun making him and I'm working on his silly lil dorm fit now!!
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admircot · 4 years
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feel like shit just want her back
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kayofknb · 2 years
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working on something already ㅜㅜ it should be out soon at least let’s hope lol its an old writing that’s being double revised >:) its abt jay too
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pantalainnon · 8 years
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I have this Ariel doll and I completely fudged up her hair so ima take it all off
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foxy-exy · 1 year
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@aftghalloweenzine is out now, and so is my witch AU fic for it!!
(Of course though the zine wasn't coming out til later, for actual Halloween, I HAD to cosplay an extra-dressed-up, not-quite-fic-canon witch Andrew and not tell anyone that it was eventually gonna be a reference to the zine fic 😂 so my witch Andrew cosplay isn't in the zine, but my other AFTG Halloween cosplay is 👀)
when things go bump in the attic, baby
by foxyexy
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my apartment.” Nathaniel slowly lifted his hands as his gaze slipped from the blade now running a tip slowly down his cheek to the man in the doorway of what appeared to be a bedroom. His hand was raised towards Nathaniel, a soft glow feathering through the air between them. The cold expression on his face said he was entirely prepared to carve Nathaniel’s still-rabbiting heart from his chest. Vine-like tattoos wound their way from around his fingers, down the back of his hands and up his arms, disappearing into his sleeves. The unfurling lines shone like molten gold in the near-dark, and his eyes flashed with an equally terrifying light. Witch. Nathaniel had broken into a witch’s house.
Now out in the AFTG Halloween Zine, and out on ao3!
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foxy-exy · 1 year
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Vine-like tattoos wound their way from around the man's fingers, down the back of his hands and up his arms, disappearing into his sleeves. The unfurling lines shone like molten gold in the near-dark, and his eyes flashed with an equally terrifying light. Witch. Nathaniel had broken into a witch’s house. (for more, check out the AFTG Halloween Zine, coming soon 👀)
The @aftghalloweenzine is publishing on Christmas and I for one am very excited indeed 😌
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foxy-exy · 1 year
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I wonder what this @aftghalloweenzine preview could be of??? lol who knows I'm definitely not finally following canon at long last 🙈🙈🙈
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cay-cay-diamond · 1 year
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it's just a little bit lonely in this home
Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rated Teen, No Warnings Relationships: Trey Clover/Cater Diamond Characters: Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Cater Diamond Needs a Hug, Cater Diamond Has ADHD, i will die on this hill he's 99 percent RSD under the peppy mask, Fluff Summary:
“Cater, stop thinking so much.” Trey presses his cheek to the top of Cater’s head, and Cater laughs wetly.
“Usually people say the opposite about me, y’know?”
“Well, then they’re the ones not thinking enough. I know you better.”
Cater shudders a sigh, all cried out, and burrows in closer. “I’m lonely,” he finally whispers into Trey’s damp uniform shirt. “Did you know that?”
Read here on AO3!
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foxy-exy · 2 years
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This is not AFTG centric (though it DOES have a sneaky Neil AU cosplay featured in my wig slide) but so far my posts on my other more cosplay specific platforms haven’t been doing so hot 😭
I’m currently trying to save for top surgery, and I now have both a Gofundme as well as wig styling, knitting, and embroidery commissions all open!
I’m most definitely up for creating some AFTG themed pieces for anyone interested! You can message me on here or on my Instagram, kayizcray, for more details.
Sharing this post, commissions, or donations are all deeply appreciated if you’re able 💕
Links to follow in a reblog — please reblog that version!!
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cay-cay-diamond · 1 year
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Fungi makes a fun guy - Jade/Azul TWST fic
by foxyexy
Sometimes, Jade blackmailing Azul to get what he wants can be funny, actually. Sometimes it is something extremely silly but something that also makes Azul want to tear his hair out. And sometimes, mushrooms are involved.
Read here on ao3!
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foxy-exy · 2 years
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🥰 never ended up posting my most recent compilation of all my aftg cosplays 🦊🥍
I definitely have more Foxes in mind at some point 👀 (want to replace book 1 Neil with an actual other cosplay asap lmao)
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foxy-exy · 3 years
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You don’t have to say you love me (I just wanna tell you somethin’) - Kevaaron
Aaron could have predicted that pretending to date Kevin Day to get back at Andrew would backfire. He just didn't think it would backfire like this.
Another present fic for @starsandgutters !!
It started off as irritation. A prickle of annoyance. After all, Aaron thought, why was his brother allowed to have his stupid little boyfriend who gave him sappy little looks and brushed his fingers when they thought no one was looking? When Andrew spent so much energy and time driving off each and every girl Aaron had ever even smiled at?
When he woke up to Josten curled up in Andrew’s bed, he felt the anger begin to simmer in his chest.
And when he finally walked in on them kissing, Aaron Minyard knew something had to be done.
***
“I’m sick of this.”
Kevin looked up at the slam of Aaron’s hands on the kitchen counter, a ghost of a wince startling him out of his intent perusal of a book — one that looked suspiciously like some kind of soapy dollar store romance. Aaron raised an eyebrow at the chiselled man with an Exy racquet slung across his shoulders plastered across the cover, and Kevin cleared his throat and flipped the book over.
“Sick of, uh, sick of what?”
“Them. Josten being all over Andrew.”
Kevin looked mildly disturbed. “You didn’t… they weren’t…”
Aaron mimed vomiting. Imagine walking in on that. “Oh god, no. They were just making out. But it’s pissing me off. At this point, I feel like they need a taste of their own fucking medicine.”
Kevin lifted a dark eyebrow, uncomprehending. “What do you mean?”
Aaron considered him over the top of his laced fingers.
It wasn’t Kevin’s fault that Aaron and Katelyn had tearfully decided several months ago that the sneaking around just wasn’t worth the effort — attempting to keep their relationship up at a distance wasn’t working, so they’d parted ways. And it also wasn’t Kevin’s fault that he was now the only one who wasn’t related to Aaron that he actually exchanged more than two regular words with.
But the plan that had been quietly brewing in the very back corner of Aaron’s head for several weeks now was, admittedly, immensely helped by Kevin being Kevin. The fact that it was Kevin — of anyone Aaron could hatch this particular plot with — would piss Andrew off like no other.
And ultimately, that was the utmost goal.
“Kevin, what if I were to tell you…”
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“What.”
“Look, I’ll help you with studying. Or — or something. I don’t know, what do you want? I’ll get you merch for your favorite team. Something for Knox, or whatever? You can put it on your little shrine.”
“This is ridiculous,” Kevin said, but he suddenly looked a little pinker than he was before. “I don’t have a…a shrine.”
Aaron opened his mouth to make a comment about how he didn’t know what else the entire inside of Kevin’s wardrobe was supposed to be, but now was the time to let things like that go. “I know Andrew and Josten piss you off too. If they figured out they needed to chill out with each other, maybe they’d do more practice with you.”
Kevin looked to be considering the proposition, finally, narrowing his far-away eyes thoughtfully down at the shirtless Exy player, only slightly concealed on the counter by one hand. At last, he said haltingly, “Couldn’t you…ask someone else?”
The uncertainty was Aaron’s in. He pushed forward, throwing another Kevin bait into the mix. “If you do it, I’ll practice extra with you too.”
Kevin’s eyes narrowed again, snapping up to sharpen on Aaron’s face. He had him. “I don’t know if you could keep up.”
“Oh my god, you asshole, that’s the point. I’ll put in more effort, you can show me how.”
“You’ll join night practices?” Kevin tilted his head.
A twinge of nervous anxiety in Aaron’s stomach. “I mean, I can’t do it all the time, I have to study, because unlike the rest of you all, my classes actually matter outside of a minimum GPA. But sure, whatever. Sometimes I’ll let you drag me along. If you do this.”
“This is ridiculous,” Kevin sighed again, as he stuck out his hand for Aaron to shake.
“So is your book,” deadpanned Aaron.
(Though if he had to chew his lip nearly to bleed to bite back a smile when Kevin dove to escape with his smut novel with a sputter and a glare, it was no one’s business but his own.)
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“Greek salad and the turkey sandwich, here you two are. Enjoy.”
Kevin was sporting a sour scowl strong enough to wilt the salad the cafe waiter had placed in front of him — like getting treated to lunch was the lowest part of his week.
Maybe it was, he’d probably prefer to carry out this plan on the court. After all, Kevin preferred to do most things on the court.
Now that Aaron thought about it, Josten preferred the same. Perhaps the next part of this plan could happen on the court. At least Kevin would look less like he wanted to be five miles away from him, which really ruined the entire point of this exercise.
“They usually get coffee here around this time, so we just need to be a little convincing when they show up,” Aaron muttered, once more glancing furtively over his shoulder for Andrew and his annoying redheaded shadow. “But before they get here, Kevin, you did agree to at least pretend to fake date me. Maybe drop the murder glare, it’s not very romantic.”
“What am I even supposed to do?” Kevin hissed, but his glare dropped in favor of the same flavor of embarrassment Aaron recognized from his Knox shrine, eyes darting to Aaron’s face and back away, on repeat.
Aaron scoffed. “You’ve dated before. You were dating — what’s her name, Thea, weren’t you?”
“Not like this,” Kevin mumbled, beginning to shred his napkin.
Aaron watched him shower paper confetti across the tabletop, biting back his own surprise. Granted, Aaron had only seen Thea once or twice before Kevin had ended things with her, and their relationship had never seemed anything like Aaron’s often short lived but whirlwind style romances. Kevin and Thea had read aloof power couple at best, and… dangerously close to toxic old Raven headspace for Kevin at worst.
But still… Kevin Day, unsure of dating. Unsure of himself. A strange sight indeed.
“Well. We’ll figure it out. First, here.” Aaron slid an open palm across the table, and Kevin stared down at it like it was a foreign object.
“Hold my hand. It’s not going to bite you.” No movement, but Aaron knew how to play to his audience. “Or are you not up to the challenge?”
Kevin huffed and slapped his hand down, clamping his fingers around Aaron’s wrist. His hand was very large, and enveloped most of Aaron’s, but the death grip was anything but amorous.
“Prime boyfriend hand holding, Day,” Aaron said dryly.
“Prime plan, Minyard,” Kevin parroted back, as he picked his fork back up, raising his eyebrow. “Have fun eating that sandwich with one hand.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not on the first date, honey,” Kevin smiled around his forkful.
“Oh, of course. I’ll wait til the second to jump you, I’m not a slut, sweetheart.”
The slight choke brought a wave of triumph, as Aaron also managed to pick up half of his slightly soggy sandwich and bit into it.
Kevin was giving him A Look, and Aaron flipped him off with his sandwich hand, smirking.
Even if he’d had another option for this plan, Kevin was fun to poke at. It had been a long time since they’d last properly talked. They rarely spent time alone — Andrew was the Minyard Kevin was most interested in. Aaron’s preoccupation with Katelyn and with his schoolwork had meant he’d rarely spent much time speaking to him, anyway, let alone trading snarky insults.
Kevin speared an olive and stared at it. “So… aside from… holding hands. What are we planning on doing?”
Aaron tried to cough down dry turkey. “We just need to fool Andrew into thinking we’re an item, it’s not that hard.”
“But what kind of terms, Aaron? How far are you expecting…oh shit.”
(Read more on AO3 here!)
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foxy-exy · 2 years
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You don’t have to say you love me (I just wanna tell you somethin’) - Kevaaron
Aaron could have predicted that pretending to date Kevin Day to get back at Andrew would backfire. He just didn’t think it would backfire like this.
Chapter three is out! (chapter one here)
“Come on,” Aaron shouted up at Kevin, tugging on his hand as they wove deeper into the crowd on the dance floor and Aaron started to jump along to the thump of the too-loud music.
Flashing lights were playing across the planes of Kevin’s face, catching his eyelashes, the soft curls of his hair as he ducked his head and let Aaron pull him to a stop.
Aaron unnecessarily smoothed a hand across the front of the skin-tight dark green shirt Kevin had paired with equally skinny jeans. It wasn’t really fair that he looked like that in those kinds of clothes.
In any kind of clothes, really, if Aaron thought about it. Kevin wasn’t allowed to look like that.
He had to drown out these thoughts. “Dance with me.”
Bemusedly, Kevin started to sway, extremely awkwardly. Aaron couldn’t hold back laughter as he bounced Kevin’s hands to an approximation of the beat, and Kevin’s small, rueful smile grew, his limbs loosening.
A more relaxed Kevin was a better dancer, and Aaron pulled him in to say so, pressing close enough to feel the reverb of the music in Kevin’s chest and arching up on his toes so he could be heard.
Kevin seemed to melt against him, body a warm line against Aaron, arms looping around Aaron’s neck, and his answer was quiet enough that Aaron had to lean even closer, feeling Kevin’s lips brush against his ear.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve danced.”
(Read more on Ao3!)
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foxy-exy · 2 years
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Chapter 2 - You don’t have to say you love me (I just wanna tell you somethin’) - Kevaaron
Aaron could have predicted that pretending to date Kevin Day to get back at Andrew would backfire. He just didn't think it would backfire like this.
Chapter 1 here!
Kevin was lying against the couch arm, utterly absorbed in a book with yet another half naked man clutching an Exy racquet lounging across the cover. It was not the same book — Aaron remembered the cover. His fake boyfriend was truly an avid consumer of the checkout aisle half-priced smut.
Aaron finally reached across the space to pull down the book from Kevin’s nose. “Hey,” he whispered, and Kevin blinked like he was coming awake from a trance, green eyes still ever-so-slightly glazed over.
“What?”
“C’mere,” Aaron hissed. “Nicky is gone.”
Kevin’s eyes widened. Then, narrowed in clear confusion. “Here” was obviously too broad. Aaron sighed and gently tugged at Kevin’s shoulder. “Head in my lap. Lay down.”
Kevin, who had been giving way under Aaron’s hand, faltered as he regarded the couch doubtfully. “I don’t think I’ll fit.”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “Did you get that one from your book?”
Kevin’s flush was funny and admittedly slightly cute, but Aaron would not be distracted from the task at hand. “Fine, then I’ll lie on your lap —”
“Not a good idea,” Kevin muttered hastily. “Right now, I don’t — I’m not, uh, just… here.”
And Aaron was suddenly being gathered against Kevin Day’s chest.
(more on ao3!)
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foxy-exy · 2 years
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- CHAPTER TWO -
Jean has tiny scars — healed over things, pale slashes tinted just a shade whiter than his skin. Jeremy has noticed when Jean feels especially unsteady, he rubs at them. A few across his cheekbone, beneath his tattoo, several at his chin, a nastier rope of one slashed through the bridge of his nose. And the one Jeremy always fixes on, the slip of skin across his sharp little cupid’s bow, disturbing skin blushed pink with a raised line that Jeremy wants to run his thumb over, and then his own lips.
Jean Moreau is a regular at Jeremy’s cafe on top of being his next door neighbor. That doesn’t mean Jeremy’s been able to move beyond pining at a distance. Until now.
For @jerejean-appreciation-week ! A VERY late Day 2 - Flashback
Jean’s apartment is silent when Jeremy nervously knocks. It’s not out of the ordinary, Jean has always been a quiet neighbor. But the silence stretches for a little too long. For the first time, Jeremy considers that perhaps, Jean is elsewhere.
That would very much ruin his plans for the afternoon of reconnecting.
Thankfully, after a long several minutes of Jeremy shifting awkwardly and debating defeatedly going to unlock his own apartment, Jean’s door creaks open a crack.
A single pale gray eye peers out at him from a mass of blankets through the crack, and Jeremy realizes quite suddenly that reconnecting is probably not in the cards for the day. He feebly waves, tries to smile.
“Hey! Sorry, this is…sudden, huh? I just thought, you know, you might like your drink even if you didn’t come in, and, well, you ended up not getting that scone because of me, so —” Jeremy brandishes the cup and pastry bag sheepishly.
The eye slowly slides down to the offerings, and then back up. After another long silence, finally, Jean croaks, “Thanks.”
Since Jean seems…not well, Jeremy thinks the drink and food will be taken, and the door closed, which wouldn’t offend him — he’s chosen a bad time, it would be Jean’s right. But instead, Jean simply leaves the door half open and vanishes back into his apartment.
Jeremy is stuck in another loop of hesitant discomfort, hovering at the threshold and shifting from foot to foot, uncertain if this is an invitation inside.
It takes Monet appearing at the door for Jeremy to finally block the cat in and enter, carefully closing the door behind him. Monet glares up at him before scampering back into the mostly dark apartment, towards the only lit room, its door also left half open.
(more on ao3!)
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