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this-little-lighthouse2 days ago
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Wymack: sometimes people ask me how i manage the foxes so easily. truth is, i don鈥檛. i have no control over them whatsoever. aaron called me this morning and when i showed up andrew shot me in the throat with a nerf gun
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fortheloveofexy15 hours ago
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Just now realizing I've never drawn the actual Exy uniforms 馃拃 anyway here's a WIP
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blogaboutyafavbirdboys13 hours ago
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What Neil will wear to Fox games years later once Dan has taken over coaching:
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Vs. the most orange Andrew is willing to wear:
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apollosmistress2 days ago
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you're telling me kevin day has a girlfriend? and it's not me? seems fake but ok.
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ajminyardh2 days ago
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Andrew to Kevin who is just standing: you know, kevin, you kind of look like an asshole.
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this-isnt-worthless2 days ago
Conversation
Kevin: I think I liked it better when Wymack didn't know about me
Kevin: having a father figure who cares is unfamiliar and uncomfortable territory
Abby: well, if your goal was to manipulate me into hugging you, it is absolutely working
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neilmfjosten11 hours ago
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Andrew: Give a man a fire, and he鈥檒l be warm for a day
Andrew: Set a man on fire, and he鈥檒l be warm for the rest of his life
Matt: [shuffles away from the campfire]
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terriblymightythings2 days ago
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Thinking about the Foxes going to the met gala all wearing original Allison Reynolds couture
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the foxes saying/doing things me and ppl i know have said/done
(this is all in good fun, yeah?)
dan: "am i the one supposed to have been scared in this situation?"
kevin: *went to sleep at 1:27, woke up groggily at 12*
andrew: *taking out closed cans of various seafood brands he has never tried before* 鈥渢his? has bones. this? super bone-y. this? most definitely has bones it it. i will not be eating any of this鈥
matt: *unpromted and out of nowhere* 鈥渋 peeled a banana for you鈥
aaron: "fuck exams. i have a headache that feels like it麓s trying to pop my eyeballs out of my skull by pushing them from behind"
seth: "so anyway, eat shit, be shit, whatever"
allison: *honors student, top of the class, pet of several teachers, apathetically*: 鈥渄o i look like someone who cares about grades鈥
nicky: *@ the dog* stick your tongue out if you鈥檙e jesus
renee: 鈥済o to sleep please. sometime before sunrise?鈥
neil: 鈥測eah, im fine, i just need to puke鈥 *pukes violently* 鈥渟ee? already feeling better鈥
wymack: 鈥測ou've been awake for two hours, just eat your damn breakfast!鈥
abby: 鈥渋 think you鈥檙e constipated and in denial about it鈥
bee: 鈥渉ave a tolerable day, if not a good one!鈥
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anotherqueerreadera day ago
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Idk why but I hc Neil as being a really good singer. The foxes would go to karaoke or something and they would make Neil sing and when his finishes they are all just sitting there stunned like 鈥渨tf鈥
Neil would get all confused and they would say that he was rly good and he鈥檇 just be completely unaware
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andrews-left-nipplea day ago
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andrew: i offer an essential service
kevin: that鈥檚 a fun way to say murder
andrew: let鈥檚 hear from one of our customers
aaron: you murdered our mother andrew
andrew: as you can see we鈥檝e gotten 5 star reviews
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jensen572 days ago
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aftg hc of the day: andrew insists on decorating for halloween like the second week of september. neil tries saying no but he only has bullshit for arguments, which is why there's bat lights hanging from the mantel before the beginning of autumn. andrew spends the entire month making all those stupid crafts from michaels until there is no space that doesnt have some spooky decoration on it by october 1st
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sweetsmalldoga day ago
TFC starts calling X 'dad' just because everyone else does. Cleo starts calling X 'dad' because she knows X hates it when she specifically calls him dad.
The first time TFC called X dad, X choked on his drink
That鈥檚 hysterical
The entire room loses it when TFC calls X dad some in shock some laughing. Meanwhile Cleo looks X dead in the eyes as she does it, she saves it for when he鈥檚 particularly trollish or derpy锟
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wishbonetea10 hours ago
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it's finally here! after starting this project in 2019, the first three chapters of Of Smoke & Bone are going to be posted next thursday. to celebrate, i've written a bonus scene (under the cut) to give y'all a taste of what i've been working on for the last couple years...
SUMMARY
In general, Neil Josten managed to keep his two lives in balance. On the one hand, he was a nineteen year old art student in Prague with a part-time job in a mostly-normal coffee shop. On the other, he, Allison, and Renee worked for an inhuman creature, running errands in exchange for wishes. For the most part, these two lives rarely intersect. But it's fair to say that the Foxes bring their own brand of trouble, and Neil's two lives soon start to collide.
By nine o鈥檆lock that evening, Neil had written several more paragraphs of his dreaded critical theory essay鈥攚ho was he kidding? Neil hadn鈥檛 a clue what he was talking about and his tutor would easily pick up on Neil鈥檚 complete misunderstanding of Dada. But he was reaching the word count and hopefully he could just push it up to a passing grade. He was just about to save the word document and make a cup of ramen noodles when his phone buzzed on the table beside him.
Andrew: Sculpture studio 3
Neil鈥檚 heart-rate quickened. The sculpture studios? Did Andrew already have something in mind? Neil didn鈥檛 have much experience in three-dimensional work but he was keen to branch out his skill-set. A multi-disciplinary project would be a good addition to his portfolio for both grading at the end of the year and for future commissions. He didn鈥檛 bother replying to Andrew鈥檚 message and instead gathered his bag. It wasn鈥檛 until after he filled his bag with his sketchbook and laptop that he remembered he still needed to save his essay progress, so he then pulled his laptop out again to do so. Grabbing his coat and slinging it over his bag to keep his hands free, Neil headed over to the Sculpture department in the Myslbek building.
Neil managed to find the third Sculpture studio by following a bunch of vague signposts dotted around the department, and swung open the door to an empty and dusty room with desks and chairs pushed to the walls, a grimy sink in the corner, and a series of wheeled-trolleys that students could use for their own materials when jumping from one desk to another.
It didn鈥檛 take him long to realise that he wasn鈥檛 alone. Even if he wasn鈥檛 expecting Andrew, Neil thought that he would have guessed who it was; the intensity of Andrew鈥檚 stare on his back set Neil鈥檚 nerves on edge.
鈥淒id no one tell you I hate surprises?鈥 Andrew asked from somewhere behind him.
Neil turned slowly to find Andrew sitting on one of the desks, legs crossed in a lotus-style similar to Renee鈥檚 yoga position but without the straight-backed posture, and he was staring Neil down.
鈥淲hat makes you think I care?鈥 Neil asked.
鈥淭his is not about whether you care or not,鈥 Andrew said.
鈥淪o what is this about?鈥 Neil took off his bag and pulled out his sketchbook, letting his bag and coat fall to the floor. He would have to brush off the dust before Allison let Neil bring either back into their apartment, but he didn鈥檛 think there would be a single room in the Sculpture department that wasn鈥檛 covered in clay dust or plaster. Neil set his sketchbook on the nearest table, pulled up a chair, and started flicking through it until he found the original sketch of Ztuart. He didn鈥檛 want to push too much. If Andrew picked up on Neil鈥檚 eagerness, he would likely feign disinterest out of spite. Neil heard Andrew uncrossing his legs and sliding off the desk, and then heard his footsteps as he walked toward Neil. Andrew kept just out of arm鈥檚 reach from where Neil was sitting, but not by much. The change from Andrew鈥檚 usual way of taking up space made Neil wonder what it was Andrew was suddenly wary of.
鈥淐ouldn鈥檛 wait until March?鈥 Neil asked. 鈥淒id you realise I wasn鈥檛 a maths problem to solve or a new toy to break?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 rather curious, Neil,鈥 Andrew started, putting emphasis on his name and cocking his head at the slight twitch on Neil鈥檚 face. 鈥淣icky won鈥檛 shut up about your little adventures: skipping classes and turning up several days later with some very far-fetched excuses. I don鈥檛 think I鈥檝e ever seen you without that coat, as if it鈥檚 the only thing you really own. Some things don鈥檛 always add up, but I think you do. What are you running from, rabbit?鈥
鈥淚s it that curious? People have jobs, and my shifts don鈥檛 always line up with class schedules.鈥
鈥淎nd what exactly is it that you do, Neil?鈥 Andrew hummed. 鈥淐ustomer service?鈥 He shook his head. 鈥淭errible manners. Stocking shelves? Too short. The thing is, I鈥檓 starting to believe you work for the Wishmonger.鈥
If Neil had seen this coming, he would have had time to think of the perfect retort to throw Andrew off his trail, but he hadn鈥檛 considered that he was in any immediate danger. All it took was a year and a half of living with Allison and Neil had lost all his survival instincts and his ability to think on his feet. Coaxing air back into his lungs was the hardest thing Neil had ever done. It was a miracle his breath sounded so steady when his throat was closing up.
鈥淢ind your own business,鈥 Neil said, which wasn鈥檛 even remotely clever but it was the best he had. He lurched to his feet, but Andrew darted forward to grab him by his hair and slam him back into his seat. A cruel twist pulled his head back at a dangerous angle, and Andrew slammed Neil鈥檚 hand flat against the table top before he could reach for the knife in his boot. Neil lifted his other hand to pry Andrew鈥檚 fingers off, but Andrew let go of Neil鈥檚 hair and caught his wrist with his other hand.
鈥淭onight is Mind Neil鈥檚 Business Night,鈥 Andrew said. 鈥淒idn鈥檛 you notice? Give me something real or I won鈥檛 let you stay here.鈥
Neil managed to slip one hand free and he reached for the knife at his waistband but Andrew was too close to his body to not see it coming. He easily grabbed the knife off Neil and sent it skidding across the floor.
鈥淎nother knife, hm? I figured you鈥檇 just try to rip my teeth out with pliers,鈥 Andrew mused.
鈥淢aybe I will and wish for you to leave me alone,鈥 Neil seethed.
鈥淩enee said you wouldn鈥檛 like this,鈥 Andrew taunted. Neil froze and Andrew鈥檚 smile was a cold and dangerous thing. 鈥淪he didn鈥檛 tell you? She said I should trust you, and yet you just tried to stab me. I think she鈥檚 a little delusional about who she should trust.鈥
Neil raked his memory trying to find any signs of what Andrew was and how he knew Renee; if she had betrayed him after all. And Allison? Had his entire life here been a trap, lulling Neil into a false sense of security only to be finally handed over to his father by an unhinged鈥 whatever Andrew was.
Andrew realised that Neil wasn鈥檛 going to respond, so he tried encouraging him to talk by pulling out his own knife from an armband and pressing it to Neil鈥檚 throat. 鈥淣ow, you鈥檙e going to explain why you鈥檙e here and what you want, and I won鈥檛 put this through your throat.鈥
Neil felt his father鈥檚 smile curve his lips. 鈥淒o it. I dare you.鈥 After all, if he was to be sent to his father, a slit throat would be a much more pleasant way to die. If he wasn鈥檛, and Renee and Allison were his allies, then Renee would glean his soul and bring him back. Hopefully. She would have to find his body first.
鈥淚f I can鈥檛 get an answer from you, I鈥檒l get it wherever I can. How about I start with Goldilocks?鈥
鈥淕ood luck with that, she鈥檇 set one of her snakes on you before you could get one word out.鈥
鈥淪ounds messy. How many wishes does it take to clean up after?鈥
Neil ignored that. 鈥淲hat do you want? I鈥檓 not a threat to you.鈥
鈥淭hen correct me. You think it over. Think how badly you want to try my patience right now.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檝e waited this far,鈥 Neil said. 鈥淲hat would you have done if I hadn鈥檛 come down here to meet you?鈥
鈥淭here wasn鈥檛 a chance you wouldn鈥檛 meet me down here. You have a one track mind.鈥 Andrew tapped the tip of his knife against Neil鈥檚 pulse-point. 鈥淏esides, down here I get to do this.鈥
Neil paused for a moment, thinking out possible scenarios and how he thought Andrew might react to them. If Andrew really thought Neil was a threat, how far would he go to prove it? Neil didn't want to see what came next, but avoiding that meant compromising. He had to tell Andrew something. The truth was out of the question, but Andrew would smell a lie a mile away. What Neil needed was something in-between, enough for Andrew to back off but not too much that he realised exactly what kind of threat followed Neil鈥檚 every breath.
His eventual decision made his blood run cold, but it was the safest option, and the smartest. Neil twisted his hands under Andrew鈥檚 grasp until they lay palms up, the black ink of his kezir stark against the paler skin there. To anyone else, they looked like tattoos. To Neil, they were something else entirely. Neil could only hope that Andrew fell into the former category. Tattoos were much easier to explain.
鈥淭ruth for truth?鈥
my AO3 more about Of Smoke & Bone can be found on my writing page
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