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interstellar-productions · 19 days ago

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Thinking so many thoughts honestly, about Aaron currently (spiritually not situationally I relate to him, it’s complicated). Aaron so specifically speaks to me because of how (at least with the crumbs we’re fed by canon) he internalizes and deals with his trauma. He WANTS to be normal. In fact he tries so hard to be normal (as society interprets normality) that he actively distances himself and represses any part of him that may lead people to viewing him as anything other then normal.

In my mind this was probably done intentionally, it creates a contrast between him and Andrew (and is probably why Neil is able to tell the twins apart pretty much from the get go). Andrew doesn’t speak about his trauma but he also doesn’t necessarily minimize it. Andrew makes himself big, body language wise he’s very loud. “Look at me, at what they did to me. Look at who I became”. Andrew is a warning sign, he lets his bleeding wounds show and mixes them with ragged bone and snarling teeth. Andrew is telling people without telling people what will happen if someone crosses him.

In contrast Aaron hides, his pain and his scares. Aaron turns everything inwards, shoving it all into closets and under beds. If he blends in then maybe no one will notice him enough to pick him out. Hiding in plane sight. Aaron works so hard to be normal and is canonically known as the least interesting and most normal fox, despite having a murder charge and being a recovered addict. He is the normal fox. People overlook him, glance right over him, his teammates, peers, everyone. Perfect grades, good at his sports, girl next door girlfriend. Aaron is so painfully NORMAL.

It speaks so deeply because it’s so obvious to me that its a coping mechanism and not actually because that’s how he really is. If he was just painfully normal we wouldn’t get some of his more violent or assholeish out burst and he probably wouldn’t have that grudge against Bee. His grudge against Bee is actually what sparked this whole thing for me. He hates Bee, he says that he’s never actually spoken a word to her and even when he starts sessions with Andrew he’s really just speaking to Andrew while Bee is in the room rather then directly speaking to Bee. My little psych major mind (mixed with my personal feelings but HUSH) is just screaming that this whole “I’m normal look right through me please I’m normal”. It’s how he COPES. This guy grew up at least a little bit inside a church (because Luther) and had to hide both bruises and addiction and whatever else was going on inside that house. Statistically speaking there’s two major ways you internalize trauma like that. And I love Aaron and Andrew because their those two ways basically. Aaron is trying so hard to be so Normal that he becomes basically invisible. Blending into the background.

He probably has everyone convinced that he’s got it all in the bag, all his shit? It’s in a sock, don’t even worry about it. He’s got the grades, the girlfriend and he plays a sport. Bro is literally sitting pretty to be so uninteresting that he gets nothing but a cursory glance, and it’s totally part of his scheme. No one’s going to think to ask questions he doesn’t want them too. Not about his past and not about what’s going on in his life. “Oh that’s Aaron yeah I’ve got advanced chem with him, yeah good guy. I think he plays exy.” Aaron doesn’t want people to ask questions, because he knows he’s towing the line. Does he have it all together? Or is he desperately trying to keep all his shit in the boxes he’s stuffed it in? Who knows. Aaron probably doesn’t even know.

Aaron gives me “fake it til you make it” vibes that it actually hurts my soul. This man wants to be normal so bad that he’s doing everything he can to not have to address what’s actually wrong, because acknowledging something’s wrong means acknowledging that he is in fact NOT normal. And he wants to be normal because being normal is how you survive. (How he got Tilda to not beat him for dragging the wrong sort of attention to her)

My psych major mind is absolutely consumed by AFTG because to me they represent all the different ways that trauma can manifest in people. Basically all of the foxes (even and Renee Wymack) are the violent kind. Their teeth and warning signs, don’t get too close, don’t step on my toes. But they all show it so differently. Renee for example is the healed sort of violent, she’s faced the majority of her demons and won, she knows she’ll be able to handle you if you step out of line (see her ruining the nest). Nicky is the loud kind. He’s not the break bone sort of violent but he is the make you uncomfortable kind. So much of Nicky’s early character (Foxhole court) is him giving off borderline predatory vibes. His jokes, his mannerisms, the whole Edens trip. It’s his version of violent. He makes you uncomfortable so he knows whose safe and who isn’t.

Then you have aaron and his whole character is a ticking time bomb. Aaron isn’t normal because he’s healed, he’s normal because its the only way he knows to survive. That’s why he doesn’t like Bee. Bee is a psychologist, her whole job is to know their problems and fix them and the fact he even has to go sit in a room with her is a threat to his overall performance of normality. Because normal people don’t NEED therapy.

Screams into the void, I’m so normal about him.

Also all of this is just my personal little ramblings about a purely fictional character that reminds me of myself as it relates to the topic of interest I’m currently studying. If you don’t agree with me that’s totally fine, if you have different preconceptions about him thats totally ok too. This is just my little brain rot corner of the internet and I’m just trying to have fun.

To the 3 people that wanted to see my deranged psych rambles i hope this reaches you, this is all for you!

#all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #twinyards #star’s ramblings #psych major bullshitting on the internet #I’m just an oldest daughter putting my oldest daughter trauma on a 5ft blond #Aaron is so thought daughter coded you don’t understand #it’s weird bc in my head Andrew is older but Aaron is oldest daughter coded #paradox’s of twins ig #like 3 people wanted my deranged ramblings so here you go #please why am i so scared for this to be out on the internet #this feels like I’m posting my dairy entry for the world to see

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kelari-talks · 4 months ago

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head-canons i have for tsc (mostly jerejean)

jean is unbelievably good at art.

cat, laila and jeremy leave sticky notes on the fridge and most are/include drawings of the most random shit

jeremy usually draws barkbark

jean takes note of this and for a couple of months just ignores it.

that was until jeremy draws a ridiculously bad portrait of jean, next to months old drawings of laila and cat

the next day jeremy wakes up and finds a yellow sticky note stuck to the fridge. its a remarkable drawing of jeremy, not by himself or either of the girls

needless to say he keeps the sticky note of himself forever and goes out with cat to get jean a sketch book.

jean thinks its stupid and a waste of time. this goes on for another two months before he is benched for being a little too rough during scrimmages. this turns into a very bored jean on the bleachers with nothing but a pencil and math notebook

one picture of jeremy turns into two. then three. then renee and her bright hair. so on and so forth

he ends up drawing quite a lot and of course his flat mates try to get a peek every chance they get.

jean doesnt care so much as its he is usually drawing scenery when around watching eyes

that was untill jeremy menages to sneak up on the french man sitting at his desk and sees a picture of himself.

he was a VERY happy camper that day and begs jean to let him have the picture

jean takes his book and leaves the room.

another artistic trait from jean is his surprising like of his pottery class.

jeremy is awful at it. thank go he pursued exy.

jean is again, unbelivably good at it. he has never been have to express any artistic talent in the nest so this is a weird, new feeling he finally doesnt resent

everything jean makes jeremy wants to keep. before they know it their cupboard is full of hand made mugs, cups, bowls etc.

jean thinks nothing of it at first. then he wakes up to see his flat mates in the kitchen with jeans hand made plates and mugs filled with coffee and food

for the first time in his life he feels like he is truly appreciated and somewhat wanted, at least a part of him

cat and laila try it out and make each other something for their anniversary. cat makes a dish for lailas jewelry and lila makes a very wonky vase

cat regularly has flowers in it either in the kitchen or living room

once jeremys birthday rolls around the girls drag jean out o get the birthday boy a gift

jean ends their trip empty handed as he slowly feels pressure (he doesnt quite understand) to find something for his friend

once the day before jeremys 23rd birthday rolls around, cat and laila make him a redvelvet cake with bright yellow frosting and make jean pipe on a simple barkbark drawing ontop

(it did not turn out as good as they expected)

jeremy still loves it.

as jean is getting ready for bed jeremy walks into their room to find a small box on his bed. opening it he finds a red and gold metal yo-yo and a beautifully detailed portrait of himself. the same one he asked to keep months prior, but now fully finished.

once jean is back in the room hes greeted with a tight hug from the shorter man and a very happy 'thank you'

for the rest of the evening jeremy is trying all sorts of tricks on his new yo-yo as jean watches. a soft smile onhis lips every time jeremy gets it tangled and swears to himself.

#jean moreau #jeremy knox #laila dermott #cat alvarez #aftg #tsc #the sunshine court #this is prob ooc idc #i wrote this in one sitting its 3 am #all for the game #all for the gay #tsc headcanon

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deeppenguinstudent · 2 months ago

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Okay, but what if...no exy roommates jeandrew AU?

Jean and Andrew are forced to be roommates by Aaron, Renee, and Katelyn. Katelyn and Laila are close friends, so when Jean moves out from California, she pleads with Katelyn to look after him. Renee comes up with an idea to make Jean and Andrew roommates; it takes care of Andrew's bad eating habits, and having a friend is always better than solitude. For Jean, he has someone to confide in if anyone tries to harm him since Andrew would be one step away from Jean at all times. It kills two birds with one stone. Thus, begins the roommateship between the two.

At first, they don't even glance at each other, but one day, when Andrew is seen eating marshmallow cereal straight from the box with the box dripping from milk, they finally speak to eachother.

They slowly get closer, Andrew absolutely sucks at chores; Nicky is always the one that helps him, so Jean teaches him with a snarky mouth. Andrew remains impassive and that seems to egg on Jean even further.

Andrew loves to coax out expressions from Jean, especially because he is so easy to anger. Like something as small as littering his dirty socks around the living room gets the man so heated up he starts grinding his teeth and chewing on his lip. Other times, he finds it amusing at Jean's jumpy attitude whenever Andrew sneaks up behind him.

Slowly, their lives get more entangled and they soon blur the lines of roommates and lovers.

They share the same bed, obviously, prices are sky rocket high, and none of them have the money to purchase a fully functioning bed. When they are asked why they can't just buy an air mattress, they both shake their heads at such a preposterous idea. How could they even decide who gets the better bed? (They just don't want to reveal that they developed a sort of co-dependency for eachother)

One night, Jean has a horrid nightmare, he screams in his sleep and starts violently shaking. Andrew feels the vibration and waits for it to stop before grabbing Jean's hand under the covers and allowing the boy to grip it hard. It baffles Andrew at first, how easy it was to allow Jean to even touch him, but he soon realises that it's because Jean is exactly like him, but his hands were never cold. It was always warm and hesitant; a stark comparison to Drake's.

Soon, the line blurs even further as throughout the night, they hold each other in their sleep. They press against each other yearning to feel the others beating heart as a sign there's still life in the planet, that they weren't just a withering corspe.

Jean understood Andrew's cold indifference in the subtle touches, glances as well as the way Andrew pulled him closer in the dead of the night to remind himself that Jean was not going to hurt him. Andrew understood Jean's faux snobbish attitude and revelled as Jean sometimes went on a tangent of mundane things that irked him. He loved the way Jean would let out a small noise when Andrew asked him questions, seemingly grateful Andrew even paid attention to him.

One night, Andrew comes back from dinner with Aaron and Katelyn and their new baby to see glass shattered on the floor. Jean heaving in and out as he grasped his knees and pulled at his hair. Andrew allowed Jean to cry on him, and Andrew checked the text on his phone; it was a text from someone named Johnson. It said, "Reacher's dead, you're next Johnny."

Andrew swore to protect Jean, so that's why there's a beaten up prude laying on the floor, and Jean is welled up on the closet. After the police are called, Andrew calls up Neil. He asks Neil for help, and that leaves Neil in a disgruntled state. It was unlike Andrew to ask for favours. He requests Neil to get in touch with some corrupt officers and ask them to kill Grayson

Jean bandages Andrew's fist before gently laying down a kiss on his knuckles. Then, he slowly makes up his arm until he reaches Andrew's lips and ghosts for a second. Andrew asks that damn question that he always does every time he initiates anything, and Jean realises he's too deep in the rabbit hole to do anything but fall deeper in love with Andrew.

They kiss, sparks fly, and the next morning, Jean is awoken to the beating of Andrew's heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest. He circles his chest before placing a kiss on Andrew's lips as the line between them dissolved into an invisible thread.

I have another roommates AU but it's kandreil as roommates and Jean is the new neighbour moving next door. Kandreil are nerds and Kevin develops a huge crush on Jean. So it's basically big bang theory but Leonard and penny are Jean and Kevin

#aftg #jean moreau #kevin day #kevjean #andrew minyard #neil josten #jeandrew

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02511213942 · 4 months ago

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I love your art style and the way you draw different body types and your username. Hello. Hi, just a fan. Also, do you have any favorite aftg fics?

🥹 THANK YOU!!! you're very kind!! ! i hope to get better at drawing different body types and i like my username too!!

i do have lots of fic recs, but i've been sitting on and incubating this ask for too long so here are just five that have been on my mind again most recently!

til death do us part by @alcego

We follow Neil's professional exy career, including the ups and downs, from beginning to end.

IF IT FEELS LIKE THIS FIC WAS MADE IN A LAB FOR ME IT'S BECAUSE IT WAS!! COMMISSIONED FROM THE BRILLIANT AJ :)) if you loved reading the games in the books u will looove this... sports-heavy outsider pov and media snippets, neil gets a concussion, andreil being odd and cute, kevin day is there. all is well in the world.

Signs of Life by moonix @annawrites

In which Kevin works the graveyard shift, Andrew is the witching hour cryptid, and Neil guards the ice-cream freezer.

if i were andrew i'd make out with neil in aisle ten too... kevin thinking about his breakfast sandwich and andrew needing to touch of the roots of his box blonde hair I LOVE YOUu....

burning with you by @seasy33

The crowd whistles and cheers. People on the dance floor start to pair together, pressing close and swaying. As the song really begins, Neil realizes he knows it and starts humming along, playing idly with the ring on Andrew's finger. Andrew's hand twitches. "You know this song." Neil nods against his shoulder, still humming. "You don't know who Aerosmith is, but you know Shania Twain." Neil shrugs. - Neil and Andrew go to a bar and end up sort-of serenading each other --with country songs. That's it, that's the fic

feral stick figure on all fours dot jpeg. whenever you're still the one or johnny and june come up on my spotify shuffle i think of this fic and my aura acquires a gentle pink glow. i love country music :)

Every Sinner Has A Future by OfficialStarsandGutters

Canon divergent Neil x Aaron. - Neil Josten. A shock of red hair and ocean blue eyes. Pretty faced, but nothing special. Except he makes a throwaway comment about Andrew being off his meds and it’s like everyone in the room forgets to breathe. Even Aaron, his body still and tense with surprise that he can tell them apart. Without even having met Aaron, he knew Andrew wasn’t him. That shouldn’t mean anything. Aaron rubs his sweaty palms on his skinny jeans and tells himself it doesn’t, it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

my fav rare pair and the fic ever for them 🥹 aaron minyard i've really come around to you and i'll even let you take my son out if you have him home by 10.

sunset, like survival by animediac @jaywalkers

The first time Neil dies is devastating. The second time is just as bad. The third time has them wondering if there’s a way out of this loop that doesn’t end with Neil dead. - Night, after night, after night. Baltimore isn't something that just happens once.

kandreil neil death time loop fic you are SO famous to me. on my mind again recently because róisín is very good at being a paramedic and knowing what really happens to the body when you are critically horribly injured, and i asked them what would happen if neil got hypothetically specifically tortured, and they did not let me down.

#outbox #Anonymous #if you read them leave them a comment that would be really nice i think!!!!!!!!!#aftg

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hoonieyun · 2 months ago

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ritual chapter one: omen

ritual chapter one: omen

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warnings: mentions of death, terror, murder, horror, violence, overall 18+

word count: 3175

if there was a time to start all over, it would be now. y/n, 22 years old, lost her parents just 2 months prior to this specific moment. in a tragic car accident that led to the car flying off of a bridge and into the waters of a deep sea; y/n was the only survivor. and after being unconscious for 3 days and being under constant urgent monitoring, she was able to survive, although most times she wished she hadn’t.

its 4am and you're packing the last of your things. a box filled with memories that hurt too much to remember. a box of old childhood photos, trinkets and things, and some of your parents well cherished items. some things you couldn’t bear to look at but could never let go. when deciding what to keep from your childhood home, you spent months trying to decide whether or not you wanted to hold onto your parents' beloved things. feeling that if you were to keep it, you’d only continue to hold onto the pain that was connected with their memories, but if you got rid of it, it would be like getting rid of those memories of your parents.

one thing for sure, you would never get rid of the necklace your parents got you when you turned 18. after finally deciding what to keep and what to give away and donate, you were on your way to a new town. a place, thousands of miles away from your hometown, where you can start over and hopefully heal from the pain deep in her heart.

you arrive at your new home, a quaint apartment that features 10 different units. one of which, becoming your new home. when you enter the lobby, there's an eerie atmosphere in the air. you ring the bell at the reception desk but no one answers. after a few minutes, no one arrives so you go to ring the bell once again but stop when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. you turn around and there stands an old man. skin adorned with wrinkles and freckles, his back hunched from his old age and feet dragging along the floor. “you must be y/n..” he says and you recognize his voice from the phone when you were setting up your lease for your new home.

“yes… i am, you must be the landlord? the one i spoke to on the phone?” you ask for clarification and the old man just stares at you and groans. he turns away from you and enters a room behind the desk. his standoffish behavior throws you for a loop, a part of you somewhat starting to think this apartment may not be the best but it seems its a bit too late to back out now. when the old man returns he has 3 keys in his hand. “this key is your apartment…” he says while settling it in front of you. “mailbox and the roof.” he says while setting the other two keys adjacent to the first. “rent is due on the 4th of every month, don’t be late.” he says and you grab the keys and begin your walk to your unit. your unit was 6B and you were dreading the walk to your apartment until you realize the apartment has an elevator, sending a silent prayer, thanking god for the elevator.

the ground floor features the lobby, the reception desk and the room in the back and a waiting area. floors 2-8 feature 2 units on each floor, each labeled by the number of the floor and either the letter A or B. the 10th floor is the rooftop, you were told it had a communal shared living space, where tenants can go and spend time. you took a mental note to check out the rooftop space at some point. earmarking it as a place where you can spend time to think when being in your home becomes a bit suffocating.

you're taken out of your thoughts when the elevator dings, indicating that you’ve arrived on your floor. when the elevator doors open, you're facing a mirror on the wall. you get a glance of yourself, you look disheveled and get a bit self conscious when you realize this is what you looked like when speaking to… that was when you realized you never got the landlord’s name.

you exit the elevator and look both ways, seeing that one end of the hallway was apartment 6A and the other end 6B. you make a right and head for your apartment, when you enter the key into the lock you realize that your apartment was already open. you decide to brush it off by thinking they kept the apartment open because it was vacant and had no worries of someone breaking in. thinking to yourself that you had way more to worry about than your apartment being unlocked while it was vacant.

when you enter your new home, a slight breeze makes its way through the room, a chill wind welcoming you into your new home. you do a small tour of the place, it was a simple layout for the apartment. to the right of the entrance was the kitchen, which had the living room just across from it. you didn’t realize the apartment came with a fireplace because you hadn’t seen one in the listing and didn’t see a chimney outside when you arrived. you didn’t think much of it, but it was great to have after hearing that this part of town gets fairly cold during the winter.

you spent the rest of your day unpacking the little you traveled with while you waited for the moving trucks to arrive. you had scheduled the movers to arrive a few hours after you arrived and they would be arriving any time soon.

its 6PM when the movers arrive and they bring in your belongings. your once empty apartment now filled with boxes. it becomes overwhelming so you decide to save the chore for tomorrow and go to bed. you were thankful that this place offered a new bed frame and mattress. when you walked into your bedroom, a wooden bed frame was positioned into the middle of the room. atop of the bed frame was a mattress wrapped in cellophane, indicating that it was brand new. you honestly wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t new because of how exhausted you were but you were grateful to know no one else had been asleep in your new bed. you rip the plastic off the bed with the last of your energy and with a slump into the bed, you let exhaustion take over your body.

you were so tired you forgot to lock your front door. surely, nothing bad would happen.

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when you wake up the next morning, the sun is shining onto your face. the warmth of the sun makes you feel fuzzy and eager to start the day. you rolled out of bed with a big stretch, you hadn’t realized how tired you were until you got out of bed; your legs were sore from the travel but you weren’t going to let that stop you from unpacking your belongings.

you skipped breakfast because you didn’t have any groceries just yet so you went straight to unpacking for the day. determined to unbox all of your belongings, you began your day at 9AM and got to work. unpacking everything was a lot easier than you expected, each space in your home only having 3 boxes each that needed to be unpacked. you opted to only keep things you absolutely needed or couldn’t bother replacing and buying a new one, so most of your items were able to be unpacked without hassle.

its around 4PM when you’ve finished unpacking and fully organizing your new home. you notice you feel faint, having realized you hadn’t eaten all day besides a few sips of water, you decided to have groceries delivered. you plopped down on your couch and began to scroll on your phone, deciding what groceries you needed. you chose to only get a few items, enough to make you dinner and some breakfast the next day. you took a mental note to visit the local grocery market in town to familiarize yourself and to purchase more things for your kitchen. as you press order on the grocery delivery, you feel a wave of exhaustion hit you. the groceries wouldn’t be delivered for another hour so a nap wouldn’t be that bad of a decision. as you set an alarm for 1 hour and set your phone aside, you nuzzle up to the couch arm and go for a nap.

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you wake up and its a lot darker outside. you're confused because the sun doesn’t set until later in the evening, and you couldn’t imagine that it was very late. you take a look at your phone and the clock reads 3AM, to your shock you stumble off of the couch and head to your front door to grab your groceries; trying your best not to stumble over anything as it was dark in your apartment with the only light coming from the moon shining into the living room.

as you approach your front door and reach for the doorknob you feel a cold chill, causing the hairs on your arms and back of your neck to instantly stand up. your head whips around and you quickly scan your apartment as if there was something or someone that could’ve caused the cold air to pass through you. you turn back towards your front door and open it to quickly grab your groceries that have unfortunately been waiting out there for several hours but fortunately, no one stole it.

as you poke your head out of your front door and grab your groceries you notice a shadow at the end of the hall. the shadow was still and you weren’t sure if the dark was just playing tricks on you. you blink a few times and the shadow is suddenly gone. you thought that the shadow was just something you imagined but when you rub your eyes the shadow returns and this time, there’s two shadowy figures. your heart starts to beat faster and worry starts to build in your chest. you quickly move back into your apartment with your groceries and lock the door. you’re trying to convince yourself that you were just seeing things but the silhouette of the two men in the darkness felt so real. although you couldn’t see their faces and couldn’t tell which direction they were facing, the longer you stared at them the feeling of their gaze piercing into you became stronger.

you shook your head to try and rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts. you flip the lights on and make your way to the kitchen to put away your groceries. just as you set the bags on the counter a knock on your front door startles you. you stare at your front door and swallow the dryness in your throat. your breath is still shaky and you hoped that if you ignored the knock, it would just go away. after a few minutes, when you hear nothing, you shake your head and try to clear your mind by putting away your groceries. Thankfully, none of which needed to be refrigerated right away and weren’t spoiled. it was almost 4AM when you decided to freshen up after accidentally spending all day sleeping on your couch. as you grab some new clothes from your closet and make your way to your bathroom, you stop in your tracks when another knock can be heard from your front door.

it startles you enough to make you drop what is in your hands. you slowly bend down to pick it up but another knock erupts from the door, this time it’s a lot harder than before. it causes you to jump with a small shriek leaving your lips, causing you to slap your hand over your mouth.

you slowly make your way to the front door, careful to not make any sound and hoping the floor beneath you doesn’t creek. when you reach the door, you peek through the peephole, afraid of what you’re going to see, but to your surprise; there was nothing there. you roll your eyes and turn back around to take your shower when you hear another knock on the door. something inside you causes you to act irrationally. annoyed and tired of the knocking, you whip your body around and just open the door to confront the culprit, but once again there was no one there.

you peek out and the hallway was empty. no one in sight, not even the shadowy figures you had seen before. when you retract back into your apartment, you notice a small book, a diary, is on your doorstep. you pick up the diary and blow the dust off of it. you were sure you hadn’t seen this diary when you first arrived. it was leather and from the damages and its appearance, you can tell it’s very old. you go back inside your apartment and decide to sit down on your bed to look through the diary. deciding to ignore your original plans to shower because your curiosity has gotten the better of you.

when you open the diary a wave passes through your room. it was like opening the diary released something, you could feel the room get slightly colder and the hairs on your arm begin to rise. you notice a name was engraved on the bottom of the inside of the cover.

“aliyah kim” you whispered as your thumb softly glided over the engraving. you spend the rest of the night flipping through the pages and reading her entries. it feels intrusive but a part of you couldn’t stop yourself from reading, but it did appear on your doorstep so what else were you to do. the diary had many entries, a lot were just of aliyah’s daily thoughts, her life here in the city and her adventures. at some point, about halfway through the diary, there was a break between the entries.

the entry was of august 2021 and the one after that was february 2022. her tone of words had completely changed. it was like it wasn’t even the same person writing in the diary. her once happy and simple life she wrote about in her entries became dark. she wrote about being tormented by entities, 4 specifically. she wrote about how they vowed to break her down until she was nothing. how much she feared for her life and that every day she wasn’t sure if she was going to see the next sunrise. there were only a few entries after her entry from february 2022 and the diary suddenly stopped in april 2022. her last entry scared you the most. she only wrote one thing.

“you may own my soul but i hold the truth.” you whispered to yourself. that was the only thing she wrote but she wrote it over and over again. there were several pages, back to back, of just the same sentence. the last page being some sort of symbol written in red ink. when you turned to the page with the symbol, a migraine strikes your head, causing you to drop the book and clutch your head. a high-pitched ringing surrounds the room and your vision starts to blur. the pain becomes unbearable and after a few minutes of the agonizing pain; sleep takes over your body once again.

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you’re awoken by a stream of light peeking through your window blinds. the light directly settled over your eyes as if it was on purpose so that you would wake up. you rolled off your couch with a soft thud onto your carpet. strange, you thought to yourself. you could’ve sworn fell asleep on your bed last night. you reach over to grab your phone and see the time, it was 9am the next day and the first notification on your phone was from the delivery app letting you know your groceries had been delivered… yesterday at 6PM. you rushed over to your front door, brushing off the weird sense of deja vu as if this exact occurrence had happened once before. once you had grabbed and put away your groceries, thankful that it wasn’t stolen and nothing spoiled in the hours it was sitting outside, you decided to take a shower deciding what to do for the rest of the day.

you exit your bathroom, a towel wrapped around your head to help dry your hair when you notice a familiar worn down diary sitting on your kitchen counter. a siren begins to go off in your head and in this moment you realize that this was more than deja vu. you snatched the diary from your kitchen counter and opened one of your drawers, pulling out matches.

you threw the diary into your fireplace and without thinking, lit a match and tossed it with the diary. in a matter of seconds the leather bound book began to burn. the smoke that emitted from the book seemed to be almost black, you leaned in and after a closer look you thought you could hear whispers coming from the diary itself. like it was chanting something and luring you in, but you were taken out of your thoughts when your fire alarm goes off.

“shit!” you exclaimed, you hadn’t thought this far. not prepared, you had nothing to put out the fire. you grabbed a small pillow from your couch in a ditch effort to waft the smoke awake but to no avail. you quickly opened the windows in your living room and closed the rest of the doors in your apartment to prevent the smoke from spreading but nothing helped. the fire alarm was still blaring and the smoke only seemed to get thicker. at this point the smoke was getting so overbearing that you were choking on it, you made your way to your front door to get help but when you opened it you were met with a tall boy.

he had striking features and a fire extinguisher in his hands. he doesn’t say anything as he enters your home and quickly unloads the extinguisher into your fireplace; stopping the fire and saving you from a potential life threatening event.

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all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

#kpop #kpop au #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #enhypen #au #enhypen au #fanfiction #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung #horror #enhypen horror #enhypen fic #enhypen series

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omgg god im genuinely so intrigued with all your WIPs and its so hard to choose one so please expect another ask from me but let’s start with Roommates please im really curious about the next generation fr like it sounds so fun !!!

HEHE THANK YOU!! these two so fun to write no matter what i swear

It was Abram’s idea to live together again sophomore year. Bred from late nights and endless laughter and a belief that they’d be attached to the hip forever. Elliot and Abram, Abram and Elliot. Ask for one, get the other.

It came as no surprise that the two boys would be going to the same college. Abram wanted to go to PSU since before he could remember, and Elliot didn’t want to go too far. He had too much trauma, too many abandonment issues, too much anxiety to be more than three hours away from the home he and his sister had made with Andrew and Neil. It wasn’t his fault that he visited PSU with Abram and had fallen in love with it.

That same home was the one they’d met each other in when they were barely fifteen, three and a half years ago. The place Abram first visited when he heard that his godfather had taken in two teens the same age as himself and his older brother. When Elliot had short buzzed hair and bleeding nail beds. Undiagnosed anxiety, ignored dyslexia, and unmedicated ADHD because he’d still refused to start taking the prescription that Andrew had picked up for him.

Abram had grown up without any of that. It was so foreign that he didn’t even consider treating Elliot like glass. He’d brought over his X-box and plugged it in without a second thought.

Four years later, he and Elliot were doing the same thing. Huddled together on the floor of their shared dorm, knees pressing together on Abram’s bed because neither of them really fit comfortably like that. Abram was 6’1 and all pure lean muscle. Thick thighs from years of playing exy and soccer, and biceps that were unfairly strong to match. It almost annoyed Elliot, who only stood at 5’10 and felt scrawny all around standing at his side.

Elliot groaned when he lost once again and finally gave up. Spring break was due to start in a few days, so while they only lived twenty-five minutes apart at home, they would be leaving the cocoon that they’d created over the last eight months.

Abram brought it to his attention without thinking. “Alright, start getting ready. We gotta meet the girls in a half hour.”

Elliot slanted him a look. “As if either of us need that long,” he said, and promptly fell to the side in Abram’s bed. He turned his face into his pillow, pulling Abram’s comforter up to his chin, and burrowed in.

When he peeked an eye open, it was to Abram sauntering over shirtless. Elliot’s eyes wandered down like they normally did, because he really was jealous of Abram’s body. He wanted to poke his abs and see if his finger would sink into his skin or just halt in place.

Abram set his chin by Elliot’s head, back hunched to his level and pout on full accidental display. He scanned Elliot’s face, making him suddenly self conscious. His face felt red and hot. “Comfy?” he asked. “I’ll make you a deal,” he offered. “You start getting ready now, and maybe I’ll let you sleep in my bed later.”

Elliot’s chest squeezed and clenched uncomfortably- excitedly. He clenched Abram’s blanket in his fist and sat up. Playfully, he squinted his eyes. “I don’t believe you… You only let me sleep here when I have nightmares.”

Abram stood to full height with Elliot’s movements. He smiled, wide and charming. All straight white teeth and full lips and a tiny indent that Elliot would argue was a dimple. He gave into the urge to reach forward and poke his finger into the small crater.

“Not true,” he countered. “Sometimes when your brain isn’t shutting off.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t count,” he said, but it was true. Abram was a saint if he ever knew one. Twin XL beds certainly weren’t fit for two large athletes- even if Abram was only on an intramural soccer team and Elliot had pivoted from high school cross country to morning runs instead.

Abram thought about it for a moment, but his smile didn’t necessarily fade. “Sounds like you might have to have an insomnia episode later, then.” He winked obnoxiously, sending Elliot’s stomach into unease. Did he eat something strange earlier?

He pushed Abram’s covers off of him and slid down from his bed. With his back to his roommate, he gained his wit back and said, “Only I can throw the ADHD card into the ring,” he tsked. “You’re just jealous that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn't.”

#roommates wip #aftg #neil josten #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #palmetto state university #next gen foxes #andriel #matt and dan #wip writing #wip game #roommates au pt. 1

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stabbyfoxandrew · 5 months ago

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happy wipwednesday! I'm glad you're taking it easy this week and I hope this week is gonna be better than the last <3

as always I humbly ask for some arsonist neil

mwah!

WIP Wednesday (6/26) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 189)

“Andrew, if you hate exy so much. Why did you play it?”

“I do not hate it, I just don’t care about it. And I picked it up in juvie.” Andrew says. And after a second of consideration, he says, “Well actually they shoved it into my hands.”

“Why?”

“I think they thought it would be good for me to be part of a team. Or something like that.”

“Was it?”

“I wouldn’t know. See, I was put in a box on the end of the court and told to hit the ball when it came my way. That didn’t make me part of a team. I was standing in a box by myself,” Andrew says before he can stop himself.

“Goalies are really important—”

“Mhm. So are mosquitos. Doesn’t mean they’re part of a team. Talk about something else now.”

“Alright. What got you sent to the clink? Criminal sarcasm? Grand theft? Being short?” 10 muses, making Andrew roll his eyes.

“Protecting my brother.”

“From what?”

Andrew chews the inside of his cheek for a moment as he decides how much truth to let past his lips. He decides on none. “Talking about that would turn my head the wrong way, 10.”

#kisses<3333 thank you #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #tisaqslur

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excelsior9173 · 4 months ago

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🎧 i’m so here for the dumbass music <3

haha and of course my library betrays me and doesn’t give me something dumb 😂 you got a song from one of my fave canadian artists right now!

#exie’s ask box #music asks #m 🥰#whale and the wolf #i am so obsessed with this band i’ve seen them live three times i try to go every time they play my city!#this song is off their debut album!

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foxgloveinspace · 11 months ago

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okay i swear i’m just gonna keep popping in here with everything on twitter that makes me spiral lmao

i found this tweet https://x.com/dywtylm_/status/1743807344457244905?s=46

and it’s all “first three songs you see is how 2024 will go for you”

and i got ascensionism, fall for me, and telomeres….

i am mildly concerned about my year 😅 idk how to interpret this none of those songs are particularly happy? (not that any sleep token song is but yeah lmao)

Damn. Your year sounds…. Full of heart break oh no.

Ok let’s see what I got:

Calcutta (not a great start), Fall For Me (weird that we both saw that one second haha), The Summoning.

Hmmm… so much pining…. I mean!! Nothing new there though, haha!

#hihi!!!#friend exie!!#is there…. a ‘happy’ sleep token song?? rain?? I think that’s it haha.#also come into my ask box with whatever!! I keep wondering over to yours but I have nothing going on right now haha #I haven’t even been reading😅 all my time right now is taken up by researching film photography and writing a Tron Legacy fic so….. yeah.#nothing interesting is happening that I can talk about haha

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jeanvaljeancheri · 11 months ago

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Here are my two favourite jerejean fics as well as other favourites of mine, all in no particular order!

My two all time fav jerejean fics

Chasing the Night to See the Stars

Jean Moreau comes to the Trojans a broken man. The Trojans, for their part, decide that broken does not mean unlovable.

I have so much to say about this fic, I almost added screenshots of the notes I took while reading (seriously I genuinely had to hold myself back 😭)

Like coach Rhemann? The books? And Galaxy's watch? How am I ever supposed to move on from this.

Sixteen hours

started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this (affectionate)

Jean and Jeremy secretly start dating in their final year at USC.

I don't even know how to describe this fic. Their love is just so delicate and gentle and caring and soft and everything.

The ski trip actually owns my heart.

Other favs

A Little Illumination

Jean's a lonely firefighter, and Jeremy teaches kindergarten. Everyone learns something about themselves.

The Care and Keeping of Jean Moreau

Don’t panic. Call Kevin Day.

Jean has always been something of a black box. Whereas Riko Moriyama and Kevin Day spent so much of their childhoods at Evermore in the spotlight, the details of Jean Moreau’s personal life have been kept largely in the dark. In post-game interviews, he’s always blended into the monolith of Ravens standing behind Riko. But until Kevin called a couple weeks ago, you thought you at least had a general impression of Jean Moreau: an absolute nightmare of a backliner, with the ruthless ambition and arrogance expected of any Raven — especially one marked for Riko’s so-called Perfect Court.

The person waiting for you in baggage claim at LAX is like someone else entirely.

Do’s and don’ts for rehabilitating an ex-Raven, by Jeremy Knox.

love looks better in colour

"Colours, like features, follow the changes of the emotions."

Jeremy Knox is twelve years old when his soulmark appears. Nothing after that is easy.

a bicycle made for two (or three)

The other hindrance was due to the fact that Santa had been very generous this year, which left Jean standing on a patch of sidewalk he’d kicked clear himself, holding his four year old daughter’s hand and wondering how he was going to get all of their stuff plus the Pink Unicorn Princess Dream House up four flights of stairs without something breaking.

Golden State

"Yeah … about that …" Jean is glaring down at his phone like it is covered in slugs, lips curled downwards. "Kevin texted. He is bringing Neil Josten with him."

"What?" Jeremy blinks, taken aback. "Why?"

Jean shrugs, shoulders stiff. "He didn’t say. Just ..." he hands his phone over, opened to a thread of messages. The last one is from an hour earlier. Jean had asked about the time Kevin’s flight comes in, the answer is a curt

Saturday, 2.30pm. Neil is coming too.

Or, Two ex-Ravens, a Fox and a Trojan meet up for Vacation. They have a lot of things to work through, but maybe it will turn out better than they expect.

Becoming A Sugar Baby To The Husband Of My All-Time Favorite Exy Player?!??

Jeremy Knox, otherwise known as… Jean Moreau’s accidental sugar baby?

After sustaining an injury on the court, Jeremy opts to take a semester break to studying abroad in France. There, he’s taken under the wing of Jean Moreau, otherwise known as exy star Kevin Day’s best-kept secret: his husband.

Sooo this is actually kerejean but I couldn't resist adding it on :)

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otdiaftg · 8 months ago

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Neil bites down on his doubts and the first flicker of panic and says, very carefully, "May I come in?" Ichirou flicks two fingers in silent command, and Neil climbs into the car. He closes the door behind himself, firmly but not loudly, and fixes his stare on Ichirou's shoulder. "Do you know who I am?" Ichirou asks. "Yes," Neil says, and faltering for a half-second as he grasps at a proper title. "Sir" doesn't have the necessary respect, but Kevin has referred to Kengo more than once as "lord". It is an outdated and clumsy term but it is all Neil had right now. "You are Lord Moriyama."

"Yes," Ichirou says, with a measured calm Neil doesn't trust for a second. "You are aware my father is dead? I have not yet heard your condolences." "Offering them seems presumptuous," Neil says. "It assumes you value my words, but I am just a no-one." "You are not no one," Ichirou says. "That is why I am here. You understand." It isn't a question, but Neil lowers his head and says, "My father is dead at my uncle's hands and the FBI is investigating what is left of his ring. I am a loose end that must be dealt with one way or another." "I could stop it," Ichirou says, and Neil believes him. It didn't matter that the FBI already had boxes full of Neil's stories and names. If Ichirou wants the story killed and rumors quieted, he can do it with a couple phone calls and enough money. "Instead I am here. I like to know the value of things before I throw them away so I know how to compensate for their loss." "I have no value now," Neil says, "but if given the time and chance to do so I would repay your family for the inconveniences I've caused. The average professional Exy player makes three million dollars a year. I don't need that kind of money for myself. Let me donate it to your family instead. I can route it through whichever holdings and charities you've inherited." "An unsubtle attempt to buy your safety." "My lord," Neil says, "I am attempting to right a wrong and fulfill a broken promise. I was supposed to belong to your uncle. I should have been raised at Evermore to be a Raven and play for Court. My potential revenue has always belonged to you. I returned to Exy as soon as my mother died because I know my purpose." "And yet you did not return to my uncle," Ichirou says.

Day: Monday, March 18th / 19th* Time: 1:20 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

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writtenicarus · 1 year ago

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AFTG Headcanon Series [2] Neil

part 1, part 2, part 3

So we all know that Neil and Mary would sleep with their backs to one another, right? Well from this I like to interpret as one of the main ways Neil likes to feel safe is by being held

Not because Mary held Neil, because she didn't, but because he was always so close to her every night and after years of pain not once did she turn to face him and hold him, and now he was in a safe environment, he ached to be held

Of course, when Andrew finds out about this, he is more than happy to hold him when he can and feels comfortable to do so

Neil doesn't share Andrew's love for ice cream. However, it's Kevin who introduced him to the world of sorbet. His favourite is raspberry.

Neil likes to play with fashion. Growing up clothes never had any gender, they wore what they found. Imagine Neil in neon tops and long, flowy skirts

HE LOVES TEA. HE CHANNELS HIS INNER BRITISH GENES OKAY? STUART SENDS HIM BOXES OF YORKSHIRE TEABAGS (im projecting again my bad)

Him and Allison go on weekly lunch dates every Saturday to catch up and gossip with one another, at first Neil is reluctant but he eventually loves them

Kevin comes to him whenever he's feeling anxious or upset

Has a really strong relationship with Jean after the Nest, they often call and text each other and love seeing each other at games, banquets etc

I'm sorry but I have always seen his hair as GINGER as in ORANGE not Auburn, he has ORANGE HAIR YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ITS JUST BRIGHT AND COLOURFUL LIKE HIS EYES

Cannot drink any form of soda/fizzy drinks or juice unless it's HEAVILY DILUTED. He actually recoils and squints. He hates it.

Uses he/him pronouns but doesn't really know what's going on with his gender. He only started thinking about it when he discovered people can identify however they want to. But when he's asked what people should refer to him as, he just says he doesn't care (he would prefer if you didn't refer to him at all)

You may think Neil is the one doing all the rambling? You're wrong. Apart from exy, Neil is a listener. He grew up being quiet all the time and sometimes going days without uttering a word. It's Andrew who rambles to him about his day, his hobbies, a bird he saw on the way home etc. Neil smiles, nods, and tries to remember every word

Ends up having loads of fidgets and little things to play with on a lanyard he uses in class because he just has to be doing something. Whenever he's in an open environment he has to be moving constantly

Jumps when the toaster goes off every fucking time lmao

Does maths for fun?! What a weirdo but he definitely likes how organised and calm writing out all the steps makes him feel

Can do that weird thing where you make your tongue into like a flower shape

Wherever he is his laptop is not far behind. That kid always has it on him and is almost always using it for something whether it be studying or watching exy reruns

Gets lots of piercings!! It's how he starts reclaiming his body whilst also playing it safe with the FBI

Had the softest most beautiful most gorgeous most oh my god did you hear that? Laugh ever.

I'm telling you his laugh is just genuinely so elating that it makes everyone around him feel at ease

Just generally the type of person you can be around and never feel uncomfortable, Neil always likes to make sure people feel safe around him. Not that he tries really hard to find out what people do and don't like, but he's so calm and passive he never does anything to push anyone anyways

ABSOLUTE BADASS some of the things he mutters under his breath are so fucking funny it's shocking sometimes

Overall, just an amazing human.

But he could kill you. Remember that.

#all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #psu foxes #andreil #palmetto state university #neil josten #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #kevin day

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