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Aaron really is the foundation to Andrew finding a sense of purpose in life because he found Aaron and made his deal with him he then joined the foxes so Aaron could get his degree then because he joined the foxes he made his deal with Kevin who then led him to Neil so when you think about it andreil is all Aaron’s fault he brought the horrors on himself
'top of the world' by greek fire was playing nonstop when i drew this ✨️
Commission for @betterluck !!
They're having a great time, don't let Andrew fool you
do you guys ever think about andrew abruptly ending most of his and neil's conversations by saying "i'm done talking to you now. go away" and neil listening every single time and how that was probably one of the first things to make andrew wonder if neil would respect his "no" in other situations
exy, trauma, repeat.
“Party’s inside”.
“And my partner is outside. Alone”.
Something I wrote inspired from my art:)
Thinking ahead in the third book where Jeremy is the one in need of support now. Jean is finding his place, his family, he’s finally standing stable on solid ground without fear of it crumbling beneath him. Jeremy on the other hand is already slowly sinking as fast as quick sand, and he’s beginning to not see a realistic way out.
Jean finds him alone after finishing a heated call with his Mother. Jeremy’s tired and can’t muster up a genuine smile because he’s too cold and numb on the inside. “Go inside, Jean. I’ll be right behind you”. “Jeremy”. Jean says nothing more but the force he puts in the last part of his name makes Jeremy wince a bit. Jean wouldn’t demand anything of him but he was getting close to it. He must have seen something in Jeremy that Jeremy wasn’t sharp enough to conceal. Shit, he thinks, I’m already breaking. “Not tonight. Just- Not tonight”. He watches Jean clench and unclench his jaw, grey eyes watchful and too knowing for Jeremy to handle so he pushes off the wall with a little too much irritation and Jean backs off. “Lets go”.
The rest of the night Jean keeps a watchful eye on his captain. Laila seems to notice the heavy slump in Jeremy’s shoulders but doesn’t comment on it, just bumps her shoulder against Jean’s in silent, exhausted understanding. They all go home their separate ways and for the rest of the night Jean lays awake, burning holes in his ceiling and trying to ignore the alarmingly empty space on his left side where his partner should be.
Saw a tweet about Neil doodling fox paws and wanted to draw it
I reread that part in the book and remembered it was like right before the banquet where riko invites him to evermore 😭
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Ship dynamics are always like Sunshine and Sunshine protector~ Cinnamon roll and their grumpy one 🤗 Well what about 2 cunts. They're both cunts and that's the dynamic. cunt4cunt.
Redoing The Kiss😘
they're in vienna? on HONEYMOON I HOPE
AFTG in modern time and its videos titled “Neil’s Josten being unhinged for 34 minutes straight” then there’s “Kevin Day being gay for Jeremy Knox for over 6 minutes” “Jean Moreau and Jeremy Knox being adorable for 27 minutes and 38 seconds.” Lots of “Andrew Minyard being iconic for 8 minutes not so straight”. how can I forget, “Jean Moreau forgetting English core” and finally “Neil Josten vs. Press duty (feat. Kevin day)”.
you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
My favourite aaron minyard fact is that he hates cops so much he's actively supporting neil getting to stay with the foxes and sides with the rest of his team when the fbi threaten to take him into witsec. literally less than 48 hours after this he goads neil into punching him in the face. he isn't mad about any of the mafia shit whatsoever that's not neils fault. aaron minyard is committed to hating neil josten solely because neil is a prick. and he's right
Kevaaron for my friend 🌸
The whole time while drawing this, bits of religious imagery would pop in my head and I had to physically force myself to stay on track
Does that make Andrew a priest or God, I'm not certain yet
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Baby Boy Andrew Minyard Moments:
“I think Andrew should ask her and see if she can tell the difference.” Andrew’s smile was slow. “Okay.”
“It wasn’t me, it was the one-armed man!” Andrew yelled from out of sight.
Nicky and Andrew talked the whole way there, Nicky bouncing topics from movies to music and Andrew cheerfully arguing with almost everything he said
“Neil is a walking tragedy.” “You’re a pretty pathetic sob story yourself,” Wymack said. Andrew laughed.
Andrew went up front more interested in talking Wymack’s ear off
“You are a pipedream,” Andrew said.
“You’re not actually a sociopath, are you?” “I never said I was.”
Andrew touched Aaron’s temple where he himself was injured as if he expected to find an identical injury there.
Neil watched his knuckles go white as he leveraged himself into the car, but it wasn’t until Andrew laughed and said, “Ouch,” that Neil understood how much pain Andrew was still in.
Light flashed off the crystal figuring in Andrew’s hand as he passed it to one of the cashiers. Neil was too far away to see what shape he’d settled on, but he didn’t need to know. His thoughts were on a shelf of sparkling animals all set equidistant to each other.
“You said you’d go back for some of us. Five of us,” Neil said, splaying his fingers at Andrew. “You weren’t counting Abby or Coach. Since you trust Renee to handle the rest of the team, I’m guessing the last spot is for Dobson.”
Andrew tugged the blanket out from under them and draped it over Neil’s shoulders like a cape. Neil tried pulling the ends together over his chest but couldn’t get a good grip with bags over his fingers. Andrew watched him try twice, then pushed his hands aside and did it for him.
“Jean,” he said. “Hey, Jean. Jean Valjean. Hey. Hey. Hello.”
Andrew made himself comfortable on Neil’s left, a one-man barricade between Neil and the crowd.
“I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”
