#fahc au

[fakeahgems]

disclaimer: very old au

tw ryan is still in this au since this was created and worked on in like 2019 subject to edits

Info: Mostly based around an au of the fake ah crew and some of their minecraft series.

fahc gems:

Geoff- Rhodonite Jack- Larimar Ryan- Bloodstone Michael- Tourmaline Gavin- Yellow Pearl Jeremy- Overcooked Ametrine Ray- Ametrine Lindsey- Sunstone Meg- Cherry pearl Matt- iolite Alfredo green jade Trevor orange jade Fiona: Boulder Opal

#fahc gems #fahc au

[ursifors]

outlaw fakes au doodle! all the fakes that have ever been caught by authorities have the fakes symbol branded somewhere visible so that if they escape (when they escape) they are immediately recognizable to other authorities

#achievement hunter #trevor collins #jeremy dooley #rimmy tim #fake ah crew #fahc #logan draws #outlaw au

[heisttheblackflag]

dude I am the worst at actually generating content on tumblr.

okay uhhhhhh how’s this: pre/early fahc; matt and jeremy grew up together so they’re super protective of each other, so when gavin and jeremy start getting really close matt gets upset and starts really going after gavin and trying to get jeremy to stay away from him. gavin eventually breaks him down though by stealing him a bunch of high-end hair dye, a platinum earring, and making him a level in mario maker, and after that matt and gavin become thick as thieves (hah). jeremy actually gets jealous but they include him in things And gavin spends more time with him since matt isn’t breathing down his neck any more so all three of them are happy.

#you have no idea how hard I tried to make this not explicitly shippy lmfao #anyway who am I without fahc content #time to establish my brand as one of the main new fahc content providers in the 2020s #I would die for this au/fandom lmao #NEW FAHC MAIN 6 CONTENT PLEASE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES HERE #fahc #new fahc origins #matt #gavin #jeremy #original

[shadeofazmeinya]

HELLO?!?! PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THIS MR AND MRS SMITH ALFREYCO IDEA OF YOURS???

It’s a very loose idea based of the premise of mr and mrs smith. But basically alfredo and trevor are boyfriends, each pretending to have normal lives. But in reality, both are working for rival crews in los santos, heisting and killing as they work their criminal lives. Alfredo is a master sniper, working both as cover for heisting and hitman depending on the pay. Trevor works mainly as a thief, though is decent with close combat weapons like knives. He works with a growing crew (aka the Fake AH crew), taking bigger and bigger heists across the city.

Eventually the two discover their hidden lives when Trevor’s crew is a heist that Alfredo is hired to “interrupt” from the rival crew. Alfredo was firing from his rifle, not recognizing any of the crew with their masks (I also imagine Alfredo has met some of the other Fakes, though just thinks they’re Trevor’s friends and gets along with them). Fortunately he doesn’t hit any of them, more trying to scare them off. But the Fakes become determined to find who is doing this. So this all eventually leads to Trevor going after the sniper.

Trevor bursts in on the sniper, jumping him and at first just wanting to hurt. Furious at whoever was trying to hurt his crew. But as Trevor gets him pinned down, knife to his throat, his body freezes as he sees who it is under him. And as Trevor pauses, Alfredo rips off Trevor’s mask. And gasps in his own surprise. Both just staring with wide eyes and silent horror. No words were said, but Trevor just quietly climbs off and lets Alfredo go. Not sure what the fuck else to do.

Anyway, I don’t have a full fic planned out haha. But eventually Alfredo gets out of the job of the rival crew. Probably pissing off that crew since they don’t want Alfredo do get out of the job they paid him to do. Of course Trevor and the Fakes help Alfredo get out, leading to a great shootout moment like in the movie. And Alfredo joins the Fakes as they now become the head crew of the city after taking out the rival. And happily ever after 😂

#rtah #fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #alfreyco #mr and mrs smith au #(not mentioned: great makeup sex when fredo and trevor make up after the realizations) #(also mr and mrs style) #but i really cant write those scenes #so probably best im not writing a whole fic haha

[somegrumpynerd]

More thoughts about the were-animal stream team au:

-Even when not in cat or dog form, Matt and Jeremy still sometimes show traits of their animal

-Matt will occasionally hoist himself onto a desk or counter that Trevor is working at, or go sit in a suitcase he is packing, and is very surprised when Trevor gently tells him he’s terribly in the way

-When Trevor’s doing a quick run to the store and shouts to ask if they need anything, Jeremy will often come hurtling towards him like “You’re going out?? I wanna go out!! Let me go out too!”

-They never need anything they just like trying to drag Trevor to the park

-Jeremy loves bringing them both things they’re looking for, Trevor hasn’t had to look for a pen in months and they often bring Matt snacks

-Jeremy will sometimes make Matt chase them for the snacks

-When they’re watching a movie or game, Matt will sometimes make biscuits on a couch cushion or blanket

-When they join the Fakes, nobody notices anything is off about Matt or Jeremy. In fact they all think, of the three of them, that Trevor is the weird one

-It might be because when he was leaving for an overnight stakeout once, he left a jumper that smelled like him for Matt and one for Jeremy so they wouldn’t miss him as much

-(In his defense it definitely worked and it took him ages to get those jumpers back)

-Literally none of them remember to bring it up so it’s months before it’s casually mentioned that two of their crewmates turn into animals sometimes and the crew is like “and you didn’t think to tell us this??!!”

-They didn’t

#AH #Fahc #Stream team were au #I'm sorry if you're not into this au I just find it so funny to think about #Like any time they turn and there's just a dog and a cat in the penthouse nobody thought anything of it #Half the crew are animal lovers so they all just assumed somebody else snuck a pet in #And months later they're like wait YOU were that dog that ate my sandwich??? #Matt and Jeremy love pulling the ''well Trevor you bought me from the pound you're responsible for all my needs'' when they want something #Maybe other people in the crew could be were-animals too but I just love having stream team thoughts

[monarchisms]

Oh no, you've made me remember how obsessed I used to be with the supernatural/ imortal FAHC AU. Guess I've no choice but to dive headfirst back into it again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Love how everyone else fluxuated what they were but the one universal feature that everyone agreed on was werewolf Jeremy

jeremy is werewolf-coded

#also same #i'd ride or die for any fahc stuff #but the immortal au is so much fun #Anonymous #ask box 360

[sorcererinthestars]

Tattoos, Lattes, and Ghosts?

RED WEB AU! Written for the Secret Springfairy event as part of the @rtwritingcommunity! This one is for the lovely @deleriousfromcoffee. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3372 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38843610 Ship: Trevor/Afredo

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Their town was known for the occult and the spooky, the supernatural and the just plain weird. Alfredo knew that when he picked out the location for his new tattoo parlor. The little venue had only been on the market a week before he had leapt on it. It was right on the main drag, perfect for tourists and locals alike. People would want a tattoo to commemorate their trip to the city, right? It was the perfect spot.

Two weeks later, he was moved in. The place was snug, but cozy. He had vintage movie posters hanging, two fun tattoo chairs for him and his assistant to work on people, a rad sign-in desk that he had worked to DIY. It was fun. It was sanitary. It was really exactly what he needed.

Opening day is a smash hit. People come from all over to get tattoos and support him. (Although the extra savings on tattoos probably also helps.) He probably does twenty in the day before they have to close up shop. But right as Alfredo moves to go close the door and clean up from a long day’s work, slender fingers wrap around the doorknob and catches it from the other side. “Hey!”

Alfredo jumps and curses. “Fuck, man, you scared me.”

The man, pale and handsome with dark hair and dark eyes, just blinks. “Sorry, sorry. I just — uh.” He’s got a small letter in his hands? Alfredo’s eyes flick to the letter back up to the man and something starts his heart beating. He’s not sure why he’s so confused by this man. “We’re closed,” he says. “If you want a tattoo, you can come back tomorrow, we’re open 10am to 4pm.”

The man at the door shakes his head adamantly. “No, I didn’t want a tattoo,” he says quickly. His slender mouth quirks into a smile. “I wanted to give you this. It’s from me, obviously. I run the bookstore next door. Just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” He pushes the envelope closer towards Alfredo. “I’m Trevor, by the way.”

Alfredo freezes. It’s like his brain goes on lockdown for some reason. Are people normally this nice around here? Back in San Francisco, he didn’t normally see people welcoming others to another block. But what the fuck was he supposed to know about Massachusetts? He grabs the letter and rips it open as delicately as he can.

Inside is a small card with a black cat on it — a cheesy welcome from the historic city. He opens it and skims it before breaking into a grin. Inside is a $10 gift card to the man — Trevor’s — shop. “Man, you didn’t have to do this.”

Trevor shrugs. “It’s just to welcome you. Come on over and check it out. I got all sorts of cool shit a guy like you may be into.” He gives a fake little salute and another winning grin. “I’ll leave you to clean up. Talk later.”

With that, he’s gone, and Alfredo is left holding the letter, feeling completely out of his depth.

It’s over a week before Alfredo has a moment to check out the bookshop next door. He had almost forgotten about Trevor, but it was really hard to fully forget the man after that somewhat weird interaction. As soon as he pushes through the door — which chimes pleasantly — Trevor looks up with a bright grin. “Hey, I was wondering when you would come over.”

Alfredo shrugs sheepishly. “Sorry,” he says, but is immediately distracted by the décor of the place. It’s all brick like his building and the shelves are a lovely mahogany, but the books are all old hardbacked things that seemed to be yellowed with age. There’s strange art and posters on the wall, but honestly, its nothing different than anything else he’s seen in this town. “Nice place.” Trevor just chuckles. “It’s kinda my thing. You into like — the supernatural and shit? I mean you must be, right?” He chuckles again, to himself, like it was some inside joke. “I mean, you moved here.”

Alfredo just shrugs. He supposed he did move to the town that prided itself on being as spooky as possible. “I guess so. I like mysteries.”

“Mysteries!” Trevor jumps to his feet, looking eager to help. He still has a sort of wild enthusiasm, the same that Alfredo had sensed the last time they met, making him feel a bit unpredictable. “Let me help you find a book. There’s a ton of good mysteries. Do you like them solved or unsolved?” He moves away deeper into the shelves, rummaging among the books as Alfredo trails along behind him, leaving him no time to answer the question.

The titles of the books are batshit wild as Alfredo starts to skim them. Stuff about vampires and werewolves and demons and witchcraft. Something turns in Alfredo’s stomach as he turns to look back at Trevor, eyeing the man carefully as the other feverishly scans the shelves.

Despite being oddly pale, Trevor seems normal. Alfredo quickly shakes his head, trying to cast that thought aside. What is he, insane? But he’s knocked out of his conspiracies about if Trevor was a vampire or not when the man suddenly straightens, a bright grin on his face, and pushes a book towards him. “This one. This one’s a book about the Phoenix Lights. You know, the time that all those lights were seen over Phoenix, Arizona and everyone thinks they’re aliens?”

Alfredo’s brain truly does do some sort of factory reset at that. He must stand there for a few seconds, dumbfounded, before he narrows his eyes and tries to form a sentence. “Excuse me… what?”

That devilish grin creeps back onto Trevor’s face and without another warning, he reaches out and grabs Alfredo’s hand, gently tugging him towards the front desk. “Sometimes I forget that you’re new here and haven’t heard all my random stories,” he teases. “I’ll give you the rundown because it's one of my favorite mysteries. On an evening in 1997 or so, there was this series of strange lights seen over Phoenix. Thousands of people saw them, and …”

Alfredo leans over the counter and just listens to him as the book store owner starts talking and gesturing wildly. At first, he wants to go. This man is like nothing he’s ever seen, all insane comments and a weird shop and an almost overly-friendly demeanor that leans right on the side of creepy. Like a cat when you’re not sure if it's going to turn around and bite. But he’s just so — welcoming, and he’s got this way about him, and despite not knowing what the hell he was talking about, Alfredo can’t help but sit and listen, leaning against the counter and let the man rattle passionately on.

He must have been there almost an hour, Trevor explaining the story of the lights. After a while, Alfredo can’t help but get into it and shares theories and comments. He doesn’t think either of them realize how late it's actually gotten. No one had come in this entire time but this doesn’t feel like a bad thing. Trevor doesn’t seem to care, so Alfredo doesn’t comment.

“Sorry,” Trevor does say to Alfredo though as he finishes talking, a bit of pink coloring his cheeks. Not a vampire, then, Alfredo’s mind helpfully supplies. “I didn’t mean to keep you for so long and I think I spoiled the book.” He grimaces. “Take it. Free.”

“How about I use my gift card?” Alfredo asks, digging into his wallet and pulling out the $10 card Trevor had given him the first time they met. Trevor smiles a bit. “Didn’t know if you would use it.”

“Course I will,” he replies smoothly, “and now I want to know more about those damn lights.”

They’re both leaning against the counter, close enough their fingertips can brush. Trevor abruptly leans back and Alfredo can’t help but mourn the end of their closeness, coughing a bit before he says, “Uh. I can come by again sometimes? And if you want a tattoo, just ask, man. I can schedule you in.”

Trevor nods and smiles. “I’ve got more mysteries, if you’re interested.”

“Done.”

“Great.” There’s a slight pause before Trevor smirks. “Be smart out there, Braveheart.”

Alfredo lets the door jingle behind him as something swells in his heart. Braveheart.

**

“Owls?? It ain’t about the damn owls, Trevor!” Alfredo bursts out as they sit, side by side, in the local coffee-shop. Alfredo can’t really trace back the exact pattern of events since that first unforgettable conversation about lights, aliens, and conspiracies. All he knows is that he’s got a pile of books in front of him and a friend(?) across the table.

They’d been doing this a while. Alfredo really doesn’t have the heart at this point to correct Trevor that he wasn’t really interested in conspiracies or time travel or unsolved murder cases or whatever the hell was the topic this week. Except… was that even true any more? At first, he was just humoring Trevor. The man was so excited about what he was saying. There’s a certain sort of edge to Trevor’s actions that Alfredo can see mirrored in himself. A little cut of loneliness that makes him lean a bit too close. Hunt a bit harder than he should for a shred of connection, a glimpse of shared experiences or pleasures.

Maybe it was that loneliness and ache for a friend — a companion, something more? — that kept Alfredo coming back. But at this point, a month into their time together, he actually cares about the mysteries. They banter more, taking their chats away from the counter in the bookshop or the tattoo shop and now into coffee shops, restaurants.

Were they dates? Neither had said anything, but both of them felt something. That, Alfredo could tell. If their hands brush when they’re waving them in excitement, neither say anything but they don’t pull away. Braveheart is a term more and more frequently used, turned first from a joke into a term of endearment.

Today, the lattes warm in their hands, Trevor finishes discussing an internet mystery named after a bug — Cicada? — that had led them through very nearly three “dates”. Alfredo had kept up as much as he can as they reference a small book that Trevor was pulling his info from. They had been jokingly calling their meet-ups “book clubs”, if that could be used for two people.

Trevor leans back when he’s finished and Alfredo just pounds the table. “That can’t be it,” he complains. “Seriously? No one knows who they were?”

“No one,” Trevor smirks. “Sorry. You should know by now I really don’t like stories with simple-ass endings.”

“I guess not,” Alfredo grumbles, “but god, it’s starting to get frustrating.”

Trevor’s smile does fall away a bit at that. “You don’t have to come out with me if you don’t like it,” he says, sounding a bit wounded. Alfredo’s quick to throw up his hands.

“No! No, no,” he backpedals. “I like it. I like you.”

There’s a pregnant pause where Trevor just sort of stares at him for a moment and Alfredo feels himself turn six shades of red. “I mean, I like your stories! I like this!”

Trevor just grins a bit. “I like you too, Fredo,” he says smoothly before standing up as Alfredo flounders. “Same time next week?”

Alfredo can barely squeak out a yes before Trevor’s gone.

**

They don’t talk for the next few days and Alfredo thinks he’s ruined whatever good thing they have. He can’t bring himself to start the conversation. Did he make it awkward? He wasn’t even sure what he meant with the 'like' comment. It seemed so middle school. Did he like like him? God.

But the thing is, the more Alfredo spent time here, the more he thinks he does like Trevor. More than friends. There’s got to be a reason why he’d subject himself to these horrifying tales on more or less a weekly basis. But Trevor is just so genuine when he talks, so passionate about making sure Alfredo has all the facts, and there’s something so charming about that. He has fun, too. Enjoys Trevor’s company and learning all this wild shit.

He’s just about to call Trevor to — do what, apologize? — when Trevor beats him to it. Alfredo is in the middle of a job, though, and can’t answer, letting the phone go to voicemail. When he finally grabs it, Trevor’s voice comes through. He sounds a bit awkward, nothing like his normally smooth, knowledgeable tone. Somehow even more authentically Trevor.

“Hey, Fredo. I — uh. I know you don’t really like scary things, but I was thinkin’ it could be fun if we did a walking tour of the city. I know you’re new here and it could give you a good history of the area. Plus, it’s spooky!” Trevor’s chuckle comes through faintly. “Call me back. Figured we could…you know… make it a date?” There’s the sound of shuffling as Trevor must have quickly moved the phone. “Just let me know!” he squeaks before hanging up.

Alfredo sits, holding the phone in his hand, and then bursts into laughter before quickly dialing. Trevor picks up on the second ring and there’s just the sound of his breath. No hello’s, no nothing. Just waiting.

“Count me in.”

**

Trevor meets Alfredo outside his tattoo shop at 9PM the next evening, looking a bit nervous. He’s dressed nicer than normal, maybe because this was a date. He looks slick and even more like the vampire Alfredo isn’t certain he’s not.

“Hey,” he hums, meeting him at the door. He’s also dressed up a bit, but nothing too wild. Trevor’s hand flickers, like he’s not sure if he should take Alfredo’s, and Alfredo just rolls his eyes. “Let’s not make this weird, man,” he says quickly. “Let’s just see where this night goes? I cannot fuckin’ believe you want me to go on a ghost tour as a first date.”

That breaks the ice and gets Trevor to laugh. “You don’t know what to expect from me by now? Me and all my conspiracy theories, weren’t like five of them about ghosts?”

Alfredo huffs. “And you should know I don’t like them, so you better be out there watchin’ my ass.”

“I’ll keep an eye on that booty,” Trevor chuckles smoothly and Alfredo can’t help but blush. It’s natural after that quip to take his hand and Alfredo doesn’t pull away as they stride down the street towards where the ghost tour starts. Despite all his teasing, Alfredo actually feels quite… calm. There’s just a touch of a chill in the air and the moon is bright overhead. It’s a rather nice night.

They join a gaggle of tourists, some dressed up, some not, some nervously looking around. Alfredo sympathizes and inches closer to Trevor as the guide appears. The man is young and has a deep voice, introducing himself as Christian. Fredo finds the name somewhat ironic, but doesn’t say anything.

After giving a brief history of the sordid affairs of the town, they start walking down the street back up towards their shop. Alfredo doesn’t let go of Trevor’s hand and Trevor continues to give him a whispered commentary about whatever Christian is saying. He cracks jokes, which helps Alfredo laugh and feel a bit braver. Stupid shit like a ghost called ‘Babyhands’, for one, based on the size of some old handprints pressed into cement on the ground.

Some of the history Alfredo already knows, based on Trevor’s extensive knowledge of the area. He had spent so long listening to the man rattle off information about this or that topic and now he’s honestly grateful he did. He has Trevor on his arm, for one, which is a fantastic bonus, but he’s also not as spooked when he already knows the story.

That is, until they approach the graveyard. It’s quiet at night. Eerie. There’s a low fog, which really isn’t fair because it makes it look just like something out of a horror movie. “So, none of the actual hangings were done in this town,” Christian says. “They were actually all conducted in about twenty or thirty minutes down the highway, back when the borders of this town stretched a lot farther. Behind the Walmart, actually.” He smirks. “But bodies are here, and so are memorials, and I want to walk you through here and see if we can’t rustle someone up to say hello. Shall we?”

The moment they pass through the gates, Alfredo knows this was a bad idea. The hairs on the back of his neck goes up and he starts clinging closer to Trevor. It’s darker now, later, probably pushing 10:30PM. Everything seems scary in the dark of the night. Trevor tries to calm him, but Alfredo's heart is racing. He’s not the only one in the crowd that seems nervous, people peering around cautiously.

As they approach some specific graves, Christian stops to talk about their history, but also the history of the hauntings that have happened on site. It’s after the third story that something in Alfredo snaps. It’s just a simple story, really — a restless ghost that likes to inhabit bodies for a while — but in the pause afterwards that Christian takes, there’s a loud sound.

Later, Alfredo probably could have described it as wind pushing something against a building, or a transformer blowing, or anything. It could have been really a whole host of things. But the combo of the eerie story and the sound is enough for his shallow nerves. Everyone jumps, but Fredo just bolts. He wasn’t about to be the one who dies for no stupid ghost tour.

“Fredo!” he hears Trevor call, but he doesn’t care about that, just backing up frantically before turning into a run. He makes it about a hundred feet before his foot catches on a small grave marker and he goes sprawling, face first, into the mud.

As soon as he hits the ground with a painful thud, reality filters back in. Maybe it was the cold of the mud, or the pain, or the embarrassment, but he realizes that he’s running for no reason after a fucking scary story, running away from his date, from a good time. He was such a coward.

He picks himself out of the mud and pulls himself to his knees, but as he turns around, he sees Trevor there. He crouches nervously, gentle, like you would with a nervous animal. “Fredo?” he asks quietly. Hesitantly. “Braveheart, you ok?”

“Should probably get rid of the name Braveheart,” Alfredo says weakly, trying to brush off his pants. “I just ran like a scared kid.”

Trevor laughs quietly once he sees Alfredo is ok, just a few scraped palms for his trouble. He takes his hand. “Nah, man. What I see is a guy who did all this, mustered up all his courage to do this thing because I wanted to and he didn’t want to let me down. Faced somethin’ that freaked him out just to give me a nice night.” Trevor’s look was earnest. Soft. “That means more than you can say. No one’s ever listened to me before, not like you have, let alone done something like this.”

Alfredo glances from the mud on his pants up to Trevor. “I wanted to spend the evening with you,” he admits. “Still do. Just no more ghost tours.”

The moon breaks out from behind a cloud and illuminates how muddy and dirty they both are. Trevor takes both his palms and gently kisses where the scrapes are. “No more ghost tours.”

There’s half a second of hesitation before Alfredo leans up and catches Trevor in a kiss. It’s soft and warm, Trevor pulling him close with no second thoughts.

He may have been a tattoo artist who ended up in a quirky town that likes its spook a bit too much for his shallow heart. He may be stuck tattooing witch hats, cats, and pumpkins until the day he dies. But with Trevor by his side, telling him the stories that fascinate him so much, maybe that won’t be so bad.

Who knows? Maybe he could be a Braveheart after all.

#red web au #fahc #achievement hunter #rt writers discord #ragehappy #alfreyco #my writing

[waveridden]

tell me abt crime au!!

i think it would be hard to overstate the amount of deeply questionable fake ah crew stuff that i read and wrote as a young person. (if you are not familiar, fahc is/was the gta let's play series by achievement hunter that spawned a huge universe of deeply inaccurate gang wars and heists. as an adult, let alone as someone who knows things about organized crime, it is all batshit insane and unrealistic, but that's part of the appeal.)

anyways on the macro level i just think it would be fun to slam dunk hermitpires into this setting. you've got all the possible archetypes from fahc. gang rivalry where nobody can tell how serious it is. unhinged explosives experts. kidnappings that end with incredibly dramatic rescues and a bloody enraged person kissing their kidnapped lover on the forehead, something that i'm sure that you, blink marquis, have never considered before in your life. you're welcome.

on the micro level i wrote about this a little once but the overall thought is ranchers (lol surprise) where like. if you assume that hermits and empires are rival gangs in this world, then jimmy and tango are rivals, but they're also probably not the most well-known people. so they meet at a bar or something and have a one night stand as perfect strangers, which turns into a two night stand that turns into fwb and then a relationship that gets blown up as soon as they accidentally discover that they're, y'know, on opposite sides of a major turf war.

the most relevant part of this braindump doc, which i haven't touched in a couple months bc i still don't know the answer, is a bulletpoint that says "is there a happy ending" followed by eight different options

#waveridden.ask #leonstamatis #life tag #i feel like i don't really link my dreamwidth here? i don't use it that often but it's good when i wanna get the wiggles out #there's a lot of silly stuff on there rn. mostly ranchers

[basic-bamboo]

FAHC AU where Geoff retires from the formal crew business after passing the lead on to Trevor and now runs a farm where there are mostly chickens, but also pigs so they can bring bodies to get eaten

#FAHC #achievement hunter #simple farmer Geoff

[cloistergardens]

it takes me forever and a day to get around to actually doing tag/ask games but @fornhaus tagged me in a really fun one so here goes!!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (i'm editing mine a bit to explicitly be ones I've written actual prose for, not just an outline or snippets lol)

new beginnings (fahc mfts au)

1460 days (m/g interior designer au)

rom-com (original novel)

au roulette fics (what it says on the tin lol)

fourtress (original movie script!)

the search for the golden boy (fahc/rw au; mostly abandoned)

growing old (go post-hypothetical s3)

tagging ppl just if you want to! @allianettemie5 @youronlybean @doolray @teledild0nix @crvwly @coloredgayngels @teamstormbow

#the muse emerges #hello beloved pr1 mutuals welcome from my main lol #(this is heisttheblackflag btw)

[ursifors]

more outlaw shit because i can't stop thinking about this au

so one of my fahc headcanons is that rimmy has a pet python named gummy banana so i'm transferring that to this au as well. since they all live in an abandoned mineshaft she usually is just hanging out coiled wherever its warmest, or sitting outside sunning.

everyone but matt and joe has their own horse. matt and joe dont have horses because for some reason animals hate them.

i'm imagining their hideout to be very much like slim's secret hideout from home on the range.

trevor knew matt and jeremy before starting his life of crime. jeremy was already an established outlaw that trevor had had run ins with when he was still a regular cowpoke, and matt was a friend from town who was always kind of bookish and smart but funny.

alfredo and trevor constantly get confused for each other by lawmen. this is sometimes really helpful, and sometimes a detriment to plans.

rimmy tim is just jeremy's like, outlaw name. not many people actually know he's named jeremy outside of the crew.

jeremy is selectively mute! he uses sign language to speak and everyone in the crew can understand him just fine! though the newbies sometimes misinterpret what he's saying which causes for some funny situations i'm sure.

jeremy comes from a troubled past that only matt (his closest friend) and trevor (his leader) know. i think its fun to make rimmy tim like, really mysterious and dangerous but silly and weird at the same time.

clay made a joke to me that alfredo gets branded on his ass when he eventually gets caught and i decided to make it canon bc its funny. he moons a sheriff one day and the guy keeps a grudge about it for months until they finally catch him and brand him on the ass cheek for revenge.

#outlaw au #logan speaks #im going insane #next thing i draw will be jeremy's wanted poster #SORRY IM POSTING SO MUCH I JUST HAVE SO MANY IDEAS

[heisttheblackflag]

for @ursifors outlaw au

my kingdom for a way to do digital art

#outlaw au #ursifors #fahc #aaaaaaaaaaaa #I’m gonna redo this at some point but I haven’t done lettering in so long it was fun to do #mine

[tht1person123]

the achievement hunter fandom fucking slapped when it came to aus. like fahc and specifically the immortal aus? the hybrid aus? the spooky au? all fuckin bangers why dont we do shit like that anymore

#remembered the fucking. immortal aus and starting yearning #the lore people made for them was so fun dude #one that lives in my mind rent free is when they made ray like. one of the first people on earth #‘the original brown man’ #i fucking miss yhag shit man #i want lore around immortality in mcyts. every hermit member is immortal and respawns now no angst jist people dying for fun #the life series is just them getting their bloodlusy out of their systems before going back to their normal lives

[somegrumpynerd]

God the "people think Matt is a cat" AU is so fucking funny. But also, what if he at some point goes "I wish I was still a cat" (like you said in your tags) but a new crew member overheard who didn't know about those shenanigans, and they start thinking Matt is like... a were-cat, or was cursed to be a cat until the crew fixed him, or even that he was a cat originally but somehow he was turned into a human. Maybe they even begin talking about it with other (new) crew members and it becomes a whole thing. Again.

YES anon you are so right and I love it.

It almost certainly would happen because you know every time Matt's inconvenienced he would be muttering about his old cat life, so all it takes is BK to hear it over comms and quietly file it away under "the fuck?".

She goes to Ky later like "hey does this mean something to you?" and Jeremy overhears and immediately chooses violence. Goes over all hushed voice like "Sshh sshh!! where did you hear that?? Okay look, Matt doesn't like to talk about it but..." and they leave with the biggest grin.

It takes Matt way too long to notice that BK, Ky and Joe spend half the time just staring at him, equal parts fascinated and terrified that he might just transform at any moment. Jeremy probably texts Lindsay to let them in on it (they/them chaos solidarity) and they start baking cookies shaped like cat treats and leaving them in to Matt to feed into the story. If and when any of the newer crew comes asking they don't hesitate to throw fuel on the fire like "oh yeah, haven't you ever noticed how he's always prowling the penthouse at night? That's the were-zoomies".

It probably takes weeks or even months for it to come out, long enough for them all to accept it and just bring it up casually on a night out. "So, when you turn into a cat does it hurt? Like is that why you never do it?" "When I what...?"

BK and Ky kick Jeremy's door in that night and swear they're gonna drop them from the roof, but Jeremy maintains it was worth it.

#AH #Anon #Fahc #Thank you for this ask it genuinely made my night #I am loving this au so deeply #Honestly Matt's probably not even mad people are so easily convinced he's not human #Just sad there was no extra affection this time

[monarchisms]

(this is the twitter video he’s referencing. tumblr hates external links, so i’m linking a tumblr post that links to jeremy’s twitter post instead)

[from jeremy’s twitch stream on august 15th, 2022 | timestamps are in the video]

in which he shouts out me and @thedeaddandy’s ydyd obsidian AU, as well as talking about the time he pitched a fahc animated show when he was at rooster teeth! jeremy also talked about pitching something for go nitro (his book series), but i tragically had to cut that bit out because it went over tumblr’s video limit of 10 minutes :’(

here’s some of the discord dms logan mentioned:

#dooleynotedgaming #jeremy dooley #achievement hunter #let's play minecraft #ydyd obsidian #i learned how to time images in a video to cut in and out. please clap #schrödinger's AU: it both is and isn't canon (at least for now) #fake ah q

[youronlybean]

Today on AUs I’m Too Lazy To Write Myself:

PRIVATE RECORDING 1 COWBOY AU LETS GOOO

Chilled - local Sheriff 

Courtilly - local Deputy (this is based on their matching cowboy skins from their last FCT stream)

Ze - local single father in crushing debt (he steals and stuff to provide for his kid, and unlike canon Lore™ he’s a good dad)

Cheesy - local child of said father (i live for little Cheese AUs)

Speedy - local outlaw gang leader (the gang being The Crew. Obviously)

Sidearms - local right-hand guy for Speedy 

Kara - local singer at local saloon/local crime syndicate head honcho (shh twist villain don’t tell… whoops.) (and she’s still Cheesy’s mother)

Jeremy - leader of less local outlaw gang (FAHC? Maybe, but also he could literally just be a solo outlaw cause he’s so slay)

Tay - pissed off civilian with a gun/local vigilante

Junk - local saloon owner (also pissed off)

I don’t know if I’ll ever write this (or if someone else will??) so here’s the plot:

Ze owes Many Debts to Kara and The Crew (they work for Kara, technically) so he has to steal to provide for his son (Cheems)

Cheesy finds out about this and runs away because Stealing is BAD and he doesn’t know any better 

Sheriff Chilled finds him and he takes Cheesy in because “it's his duty” and “it’s only temporary”

Meanwhile Ze is running around like the mother from that brandon rogers video like “HAS ANYONE SEEN MY SON???” whilst also avoiding the crime syndicate that he still owes money to

They eventually find him and they’re gonna kill him bc he doesn’t have the money but then Tay swoops in and saves his ass YAY

Chilled is busy trying to teach Cheesy how to shoot a gun and Court is busy trying to stop him so Jeremy moves in on the Crew’s territory

Gang war breaks out, Chilled and Court have to fuck shit up and save the day, Tay helps out and Ze maybe gets reunited with his son? 

#private recording 1 #chilledchaos #zeroyalviking #cheesybluenips #courtilly #taydertot #kara corvus #kyrsp33dy #sidearms4reason #jeremy dooley #dooleynotedgaming #junkyard129 #I am dead set on junk being the saloon owner but I don’t have roles for any other background characters yet