#dr proust

[aidoneusmelindia]

do we think Andrew was sitting in that hospitable bed remembering what it was like last time he was in a hospital setting? do we think he had to take the armbands off and remembered what the last doctor did when he took them off? do we think he heard he smelled that medical smell and felt those hands on him again? do we think - on top of the anxiety a broken bone would have already given him - he remembered clawing his way back from a panic attack with bloody fingers? do we think he was coming back from anesthesia and got vague visions of memories that would have been there if he hadn't been drugged within an inch of his life? do we think he laid in that room and heard the doctors voice talk about Drake, about Steven, about Jesse, Samuel...

[sunriseabram]

There's beauty in the bleeding

Febuwhump Day 4: (alt 2) Blowtorch Andrew has supernatural healing powers. Dr. Proust wants to test them.

Andrew Minyard & Proust

Mature

Graphic Violence, Non-con drugging

1088 words

Masterpost

[playthe-piper]

andrew minyard

[andreilslovechild]

Well someone's about to get wrecked (idk who Madeline is but-)

Also the second one was so close to landing on drake I saw it and almost died that would have been perfect. Alas... the gods have forsaken us.

Tagging @stick-ball @silbermilch

Aight. Let's play a game (BECAUSE ITS ALL FOR IT LMAO GOT EM)

Spin wheel twice and reblog with the absolutely demonic ship you've got

Every character is on this wheel. Every aftg character. If they aren't yes they are. They are.

Here wheel

Tagging @themundanemudperson and @yes-i-exist-shutup cause get rekt

[double-aa-batteries]

what I think about a lot is that if Neil ordered a hit on Grayson for Jean, it's almost certain that Dr. Proust was bloody dead and in the ground the second championahips were over

[gregdotorg]

The correspondence between Cy Twombly and his collector friend, the German urologist and Proust expert Dr Reiner Speck, kind of boils down to, "Thanks for the book, I am traveling, come visit anytime," and "I owe you a painting." There's a show and a book about it rn

[fandomsandhappiness]

exy fans will try to cancel neil josten on twitter for his use of homophobic slurs even though he's in a gay relationship and not like. his extensive ties to organised crime. smh

[nomisong]

remembrance of things past by marcel proust + the cabinet of dr caligari

[justjudethoughts]

When I was in kindergarten, my teacher nastily told my mom that I needed to learn to tie my shoes "because she couldn't tie 20+ kids' shoes everyday."

When I was in 2nd grade, my teacher told my mom that I must be "spoiled because I couldn't do anything for myself." When my mom mentioned I was having a hard time learning to read, she responded, "oh! I noticed that and I was so surprised because she's so intelligent—"

In 3rd grade I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I couldn't read Dr. Suess.

In 4th grade I successfully read the first page of the Magician's Nephew, but couldn't get any further.

In 5th grade I was doing 4th grade math, and when I wrote on lined paper, I started in the middle of the page. I also had to study every night for my spelling tests, and the one week my mom was too busy to help me study, I got a D.

6th-8th grade I was reading through the Narnia books.

In 7th grade I went to state's for a Patriot's Pen essay contest.

In 8th grade, I had to drop back to 7th grade math, because Algebra I was too hard, and I was experiencing the onset of OCD.

At some point around here I had to listen to Little Women as an audiobook because I couldn't read it. Tried Jane Austen, same result.

All throughout high school I struggled intensely with math and science. I didn't understand them no matter how hard I tried, so instead I memorized everything I could.

I graduated high school in 2020, suma cum laude.

College was similar, a bunch of books I didn't really grasp. Didn't get a lick of Shakespeare (but I wrote my best paper ever about Ophelia and Cordelia), Dante, Proust, Aristotle, or Henry James, but I paid really close attention to lectures and underlined anything that was important and thus wrote good papers. I did understand (and loved) Dostoevsky, Austen, Waugh, Sophocles, Plato, and others.

I graduated suma cum laude again in December.

You are not stupid. It might take you more time to get somewhere, it might take you more effort, but you are not stupid. And if you didn't have the adults around to tell you that, then I'll tell you that: you are not hopeless, you are not stupid, you are not incapable. You can take things slowly, just like Aesop's fables. Slow and steady win the race.

[coldsaturn]

Does Neil ever find out exactly what Proust did to Andrew? And what is his reaction? Killing him or torturing him first like his father would’ve?

In canon he doesn't know in excruciating detail, but he's smart enough to connect the dots.

Riko talks of "reenactments" right after mentioning Drake, so it's very clear what his plan is.

"Did you know I've bought one of the doctors at Easthaven, too? Unless you want these little therapy sessions of his to turn into therapeutic reenactments, you will be on a plane to West Virginia tomorrow morning. Jean will give your ticket to Kevin. Do you understand me?"

We also know about Neil's reaction when he finds out that Proust did abuse Andrew, because it's a very important scene in TKM:

Neil didn't know if he could say it. Thinking about it was almost too much. Andrew was waiting, though, so Neil choked back his nausea. "Riko said if I didn't, Dr. Proust would—" Andrew clapped a hand over his mouth, smothering the rest of his words, and Neil knew he'd failed. Riko said Easthaven's Dr. Proust used "therapeutic reenactments" to help his patients. It was a thin line between psychological cruelty and real physical abuse, and Riko made it clear Proust was willing to cross that line if Neil disobeyed. He should have known better than to trust Riko's word. Hatred thawed a little of the new ice in his veins, but the bored look on Andrew's face was hard to stomach. A couple months ago Andrew was so drugged he laughed at his own pain and trauma. Today he didn't care enough to do even that. Neil didn't know which extreme was worse.

Then Andrew himself unambiguously words it this way:

"If you believed that you wouldn't be planning how to kill Proust." "This is not revenge," Andrew said. "I warned him what I would do to him if he touched me. This is me keeping my word."

From the extra content we have this:

Neil had already had it confirmed that Proust had hurt Andrew and that Andrew did not want to talk about it

Now, about what Neil would do to Proust: nothing direct.

Anyone that Riko used – anyone that Ichirou can prove Riko used – is erased. These people should have known better than to sell their services to the wrong brother. Proust is not the first to die, but he is definitely on the list of people erased. ((Neil expects a little sourness from Andrew, that the Moriyamas executed a man he was planning on killing once things calmed down, but Andrew only says that it saves him the trouble of finding an alibi. Neil doesn’t quite believe him, but he knows better than to press the matter.))

This is beautifully hypocritical because it's like he thinks the Moriyamas took away Andrew's revenge and he's like "oh no are you sad? :(" when in fact it was Neil himself who told Ichirou that Riko had bought a psychiatrist at Easthaven, and then later tried to confirm it from Stuart for good measure lol So basically

I feel Neil getting directly involved would cross into the alternative storylines where Andrew is out of the picture, and we have extra content on that as well to imagine his reaction. This is the timeline where he would get all the details.

In May, Neil Josten would finally vanish, and Nathaniel Wesninski would go straight for Proust. He wouldn’t have told Stuart Hatford about Proust yet, so he’d snatch the doctor out from under everyone’s noses. And he’d get the information he needed and the confessions he needed however he needed, and learn the how and why and when and how-much of everything he’d done for Riko. This information would go straight to both the press and the FBI, and in the chaos that followed Nathaniel Wesninski would vanish overseas.

[aftgtandn]

patient violence

Rated Mature, 6981 words

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Andrew/Neil, Neil&Jean, Andrew&Jean

Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Jean Moreau

Summary: Andrew is at Easthaven. Neil is in the nest. If Andrew wants to change the latter, he must first change the former. In this one, the fox saves the rabbit from the raven's trap.

💚💚💚

An orderly catches Dr. Proust and Andrew ends up escaping Easthaven early. Where to next? Well, Neil’s in the Nest and Andrew’s looking into a jailbreak. In this fic we find out what happens when Andrew goes to get Neil out of the Nest.

[limetimo]

i think that for all we laugh about it, Neil really is not paranoid

sure sure, "it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you" BUT. But. Considering all that's happened to him and all that keeps happening, Neil is showing extremely appropriate levels of situational awareness and caution. His cataloguing of exits, measuring arms, or his sleeping habits of reaching for a gun are pretty reasonable/explainable trauma responses. They're trauma responses done by the body, not the mind!!

Lets look at this list of possible paranoia symptoms I found:

Finding it difficult to trust others.

Obsessing over the loyalty or trustworthiness of loved ones.

Being overly suspicious of others’ intentions.

Assuming people are saying negative things about you “behind your back.”

Feeling like you’re being exploited.

Persistently holding grudges.

Thinking that people — even strangers — are out to get you.

Difficulty coping with any kind of criticism.

Assigning negative meanings to other people’s remarks.

Being reactive or always on the defensive.

Being hostile, aggressive and argumentative.

Believing in unfounded conspiracy theories.

Considering the world to be a place of constant threat.

Neil came to trust the Foxes quite easily once he started getting to know them. At no point did he even entertain the idea any of them betraying him. From the moment he and Andrew cleared the air he never doubted Andrew's intentions. He does not give a flying fuck about what people say about him behind his back (or to his face for that matter).

Paranoia is - irrational. If he were paranoid, Kevin's bitching wouldn't slide off him like water off a duck's back. He does not hold grudges, actually he's pretty chill with letting go (Nicky, Aaron and their shitty behaviours come to mind). Unless they hurt someone he loves, then they're dead (see: Proust, Grayson).

"Reactive, hostile, aggressive and argumentative" in Kevin's words it's a character flaw we're learning to live with. But he only displays these behaviours towards Ravens and reporters, AND only when they started shit first.

As for believing in unfounded conspiracy theories and considering the world to be a constant threat, Neil knows for a tangible fact that there are people looking for him trying to kidnap, torture and kill him. But the whole world? Nah. The world as a whole is a great place. It's the people in it that are cruel. And there's a good number of people who are pretty great, too.

TL;DR: Neil experiences very little if any paranoia, most of his "paranoid" behaviours are muscle-memory responses to traumatic events. The only instance where paranoia might apply is his distrust in therapist instilled into him by his mother.

[sunriseabram]

Do you think Easthaven is the first time in Andrew's life where he truly doesn't remember everything that happened to him?

How disorienting it must be for him to have gaps in his memory? How he has something he cannot recall, no matter how many times he tries? How it comes back to him in pieces, but never as a whole?

Maybe another reason he never really talks about it is because he can't remember it. He doesn't know what memories are real. He remembers the feelings, the fear, the sickness. But as to what happened to him every hour of every day? He was too drugged to remember every detail.

Did he [Proust] use drugs on Andrew to ensure his own relative safety, to skew Andrew’s take on things should any of this come back to him, to get Andrew so off balance and/or out of his head that he could more easily get the reactions and responses he wanted? - Extra Content (159-160)

[playthe-piper]

proust keeps autocorrecting to “promise” and im about to have some very complicated feelings

[otdiaftg]

"You weren't supposed to leave Kevin's side. Did you forget?" "I promised to keep him safe," Neil says. "I didn't say I'd hound him every step of the way like you do. I kept my end of the deal." "But not like this," Andrew says. "You already said this had nothing to do with Kevin. Why did you go?" Neil doesn't know if he can say it. Thinking about it is almost too much. Andrew is waiting, though, so Neil chokes back his nausea. "Riko said if I didn't, Dr. Proust would—" Andrew claps a hand over his mouth, smothering the rest of his words, and Neil knows he'd failed.

Day: Tuesday, January 2nd Time: 2:15 PM EST

[a0wz]

The Butcher's Son Self-Assignment

TKM Spoilers, set directly after Neil found out about what happened to Andrew while he was at Easthaven Hospital for rehab.

Content Warning: torture, insinuation of assault, kidnapping, racism

Neil felt a fire rise in his chest. Of all the stupid thing's he's done, believing Riko would keep his word was the most egregious. In silence, Neil went back to his room but unable to respond when Matt asked if thing's were alright. Too much was going through the striker's mind as he found his phone on the charger. Neil's father spoke of making him an apprentice, it was his mother's love and borderline paranoia that kept him from turning into the monster they spend his entire life running away from. He disobeyed and betrayed all that she had sacrificed just to play Exy for a year. Now, he would continue to betray her in the worse way possible.

The text to Wymack was short and did little as a heads up.

You: I'll be back in 3 days.

The response was immediate;

Coach W: THE FUCK YOU WILL

But Neil's vision was merely a haze of what was around him. All Nathanial wanted to see was the inside of Dr. Proust's ribcage, warm and drenched in blood. Nathanial's finger twitched at the thought of such a sensation, plucking shards of bone from the wedges of a hammer. He almost couldn't hear Matt's phone ringing as he rushed out the door. A high laugh escaped between his gritted teeth, it was hysterical to him that he was running towards, and not away, from his first kill as the Butcher's son.

He disappeared form the fox tower to make his way across highways in the dead of night to reach Easthaven Hospital. It was as simple as waiting for the doctor to come in the next morning. The anger Nathanial felt against himself kept his nerves from subsiding. Nearly manic with energy the Butcher's son had a day to prepare, a day to execute, and a day to cover his track further.

Walmart had everything he needed for cheap, but he jogged around the entire city to different locations to split up his purchases. Nathanial knew to grab some clothes and shoes that didn't fit to make himself appear as a different, much larger body type. He knew hydrogen peroxide and sponges would get the blood stains out of most materials. He knew a generic air freshener and a wide brush to fake vacuum patterns along the carpet would make it look as though custodial came by through the night. He knew to get a disposable camera to keep track of where everything was in the office before the struggle.

It was easy enough to get Dr. Proust personal phone number, home address, and the name of his house maid. It was easy enough to find a dead bird in the park. It was easy enough to wait until the doctor came in the next morning so coworkers could watch as he willingly left work in the middle of the day due to a 'personal emergency'. It was easy enough to make the call pretending to be a police officer investigating that maid's suicide which left a positive pregnancy test and note addressed to him by name. It was easy enough to knock out the security camera in the parking lot by chucking a dead bird at it just before dawn. It was easy enough to have drained the oil from his car. It was easy enough to watch his engine blow out in the middle of the road and him getting out red-faced and stomping.

"Shit dude, hey I have a shop not too far form here I can get you to were you need to go in no time!" A hooded figure with his hands in his pockets shouted from across the street.

"I truly don't have the time for this crap, I'll just call a cab -uh, thanks for the offer though." Dr. Proust waved off the hooded figure and turned his back to dial something in his phone.

The hooded figure crossed the street and pointed just a block away, not lifting his head enough for Dr. Proust to see his face clearly, "I can have someone give you a ride if you let us rotate your tires on top of checking out the engine bust."

Dr. Proust rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, fine, but I better not see a scratch on my car when your done and no messing with the headlights I know one is out and I've never met an maraca shaking alien who could change them right." Dr. Proust didn't make it half the block before being pulled into a dark alleyway. A wash cloth damp with chloroform muzzled his shouts and before he could remember why he was out of his office in the first place, the world went to black.

Nathanial brought Dr. Proust to an abandoned shed a few miles out from a walking trail. The lanky heap was bound in cables and duck tape. The blaze-haired Fox prowled around his prey, watching as he groaned and twitched in confusion. Nathanial spent some time examining the doctor's hands. Wrinkled with age and sun-spotted, Nathanial doubted Andrew was his only victim. The Butcher's son would be doing many people a favor by getting rid of such a monstrous bug. Nathanial's teeth ground as he sneered, almost involuntarily, at the sight of it. All he went through thinking Andrew was safe, instead this creature violated the only person he's ever trusted since his mother's death. The hands, that's were he'll start, dissecting them like he was taught to dissect and destroy minds.

Dr. Proust woke to the feeling of skin peeling form the back of his hand. He writhed in pain, eyes rolling round the room without truly seeing. Nathanial had redone the binds to wrap around his forearms to keep him still while also exposing enough flesh to work with. Is glassier-colored eyes looked on with curiosity as he prodded and poked the now exposed veins and muscles surrounding small bones. Nathanial didn't mind the trembling or desperate muffles of what he assumed were bargaining pitches. He knew no amount of money could correct what he had done to Andrew and so many others. Not even blood could pay them back for their trauma. Despite this, Nathanial looked into the doctor's brown eyes and smiled. A smile Andrew couldn't help but wear to bury a deep anguish.

Within the day Dr. Proust was slowly dismembered alive.

After the initial rounds of argument between the Foxes, Nicky had the news broadcast on blast incase something came up about Neil while he was gone. Dan thought they should put out a missing person report but Kevin spoke up against it. Instead they watched the news, correctly guised whatever Neil was up to would be picked up on, with or without his name being mentioned. On day two, Dr. Proust was reported missing after leaving work at his own free will. His car was found abandoned width the engine blown out due to an empty oil tank. Unfortunately, a bird had smashed the camera that would have recorded any tampering with the doctor's vehicle.

When the Foxes brought the news to Wymack, he raised his hands and said, "I don't see how nay of this has to do with us unless there's a warrant involved." Uneasily, the Foxes waited another day for their striker to return. When he did, smiling as if nothing had ever happened, Andrew smacked him in the back of the head and did little to pretend he wasn't targeting Niels ancles during practice. Matt tried to tell Andrew to knock it off, but Neil chuckled and said it's Andrew's special way of saying thank you. The goalkeeper's glove was thick with padding and made a prominent, very visible middle finger.