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Okay so hi

Who wants to hear about my new AFTG musicians AU???

Because just picture Aaron, Matt, and Neil as a trio similar to AJR and yes I'd be using their songs because I have no shame and this idea hit me like a freight train while I was driving home today.

Some of the foxes as musicians. Some as actors. Maybe one or two just random nobodies who somehow know everyone and they're just like that.

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Broooo snippet for this (the PJO AU) PLEASE

It's all just notes at this point but I can provide a small sneak peek!

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WIP Wednesday - 8/16/23

Taken from @kedreeva and encouraged by @jtl-fics

It's WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here's how it works:

• In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

• Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post.

• After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

• That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I'II be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

If you're reading this, you're invited!

Here are my WIP Projects on offer for this week:

1. Neil's Car

2. Rivalry Same Team

3. MerNeil AU idkkkkkk

Snippet from Rivalry :)

There were only a handful of other players from the team in the lounge, but all eyes were on Andrew. His reputation from college followed him throughout his five years in the professional league.

Neil's bag finally slips and lands on the floor with a dull thud. “What the fuck?” Eyes whip around to him.

Andrew’s hazel eyes were darker in the interior lights of the lounge room. More brown than gold.

The coach pointed his clipboard at Neil. “Not a word, Josten.”

Ignoring that statement Neil looked at Andrew, opening his mouth ready to speak again when his vision was blocked by a thick shoulder and red hair.

Jodie sets a hand on Neil’s bicep pushing just slightly. “Let's go get changed out, yeah?”

Mind running too fast to process anything else, Neil nodded, following the other man into the locker room. Belatedly he realizes he didn't grab his bag from the floor before Jodie holds it out.

“You look like you've been through war.” Jodie hums as Neil takes his sports bag.

Neil's fingers wrap around the fabric strap. “What?”

Jodie points his thumb back towards the door. “Minyard being here sure surprised you, huh? Coach didn't tell you?”

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for wip Wednesday is love a snippet from Rivalry!! 🧡🧡

Hi Odd!! Here's some Allison from the Rivalry WIP for Wip Wednesday 8/16/23 :))

In a flurry of Denver colors and blonde hair, Allison waltzes in waving her pink phone in the air. “Baby, how did you react to Minyard out there?”

Neil glares back towards the doors slamming shut behind her as a flash goes off. Allison cackles and her nails tap away at a furious speed on her phone. Neil's own buzzes a second later and he doesn't even want to see the photo she no doubt just sent to the Fox group chat. 

She pauses, looking around the locker room before wrinkling her nose. “Your locker room sucks ass.”

“Well it's the men's room so…” Jodie shrugs, helplessly holding his jersey over his bare torso. 

Allison rolls her eyes. “That's no excuse, get an air freshener.”

She turns, hair swaying over her shoulder as she leaves with the same force she entered. Jodie sighs shakily, jersey sliding from his arms as he slumps against his own locker cubby. 

“She's terrifying.” He mutters. 

Neil blinks. “Allison?”

Jodie nods. “No woman should look that hot and be that aggressive, it's too attractive.”

A shrug is all Neil offers before pulling his uniform shorts up and starting on his knee and shin guards. It's a monotonous task of tightening straps and fiddling with clasps that Neil falls into. It settles him. The skirt of a fabric strap tightening through the buckle before snapping into place. His fingers move by muscle memory and his brain hardly even focuses on the task. As he pulls the hard armor over his head, others flood into the locker room. It's hard to ignore the quiet voices and not subtle glances the others on the team send his way, but Neil's well practiced. They all want to know what's going on with Andrew being out in the lounge.