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alfryco · 22 days

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God I fell out of the FAHC fandom a while back but the crew debating interrogation techniques and Fredo confidently comes out with his "you jerk a man off he'll tell you anything and you get a meal" and the crew as one turn to look at Trevor who is trying to slide under the table "IS THAT HOW FREDO FIRST FOUND OUT WHERE OUT HIDEOUT WAS?!?" "And where did you take him for a meal afterwards?" "NOT NOW MATT"

OMMMFGGGG YES that's so perfect okmgg!!! Now the crew knows exactly why Alfredo found their hideout and why Trevor had to go into a business meeting so suddenly while there was a well known sniper at their door. Oh my god that's terrific.

#rtah #fake ah crew #alfreyco #hey a question #ur so right anon

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heisttheblackflag · 11 months

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Let's get ready for Alfreyco Appreciation Month!!

For Alfreyco Appreciation Month, I’ve assembled a list of prompts to use as inspiration for your art, writing, or whatever else you want to make! The month will be officially starting on June 18 and ending on July 15, and each week has weekly prompts listed with their dates below. (If you’re not able to finish your piece(s) until after the 15th though that’s totally fine; I want this to be fun and chill for everyone so feel free to post whenever you can!)

The first group below is a bunch of prompts intended for posting at any point during the month. Feel free to combine any of them, and use them for any kind of media you want!

Following those are all of the weekly prompts, which will also be posted individually at the start of every week. There are two kinds of prompts intended primarily for writing (one combination of prompts and one single prompt), and one that is intended more for visual art! Please don’t feel obliged to write or draw something for every week, but if you do choose a weekly prompt it would be great if you could post it during that week so that everyone doing that prompt can talk about your work together! <3

During the month itself, you can post all works on AO3 to the Alfreyco Appreciation Month collection, and tag “Alfreyco appreciation month 2023” or “Alfreyco month 2023” on Tumblr so we can see and reblog your works!

I hope you all are as excited for this as I am!! As always, dm me with any questions, thank you so much for sharing and contributing, and I’ll see you all in June!!

Free prompts:

Pining + “red string of fate” trope

Soulmate + reincarnation (“in every lifetime I will find my way back to you”)

Fake AH Crew sparring practice

Friends-to-lovers, person A is a prince and person B is their loyal bodyguard (bonus prompt, there’s an attempt on the prince’s life and they have to figure out who it is)

Wearing each other’s clothes

Investigating a paranormal situation which turns out to be a spirit that’s trying to matchmake them together

Friends-to-lovers, person A stands up for person B to B’s terrible ex-partner when they see how poorly they’re being treated

Hit men/assassins au

Minecraft au [a classic!]

One-shot within a YDYD season (could be Minecraft or Seven Days!)

Hurt/comfort (e.g. sick fic, FAHC post-torture or injury, rescue from a murderous cult…)

Werewolves/shifters/monsters/cryptids

Helping each other escape from being kidnapped or taken as hostages

They’re in space!

They’ve become the MCs in your favorite movie!

They’ve become the MCs in your favorite video game!

Week 1 (June 18 - 24):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: zombie apocalypse au + fluff/sweet moments

single prompt: person A is a witch/magician looking for their human familiar/assistant, and they unexpectedly encounter person B

Art Prompt: post-apocalypse

Week 2 (June 25 - July 1):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: cowboy/Wild West au + heroic rescue

single prompt: strangers trapped in a room together for a seemingly unending amount of time (either by violence outside or extreme weather)

Art Prompt: sheriffs or gold prospectors

Week 3 (July 2 - 8): (Red Web’s three-year anniversary is this week!)

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: Red Web actual investigators au + “Run! You have to keep running!”

single prompt: person A gets kidnapped under mysterious circumstances and person B goes after them (potentially revealing scary/bamf side of them they haven’t shown before)

Art Prompt: inside the Red Web canon! (aka if they actually were the leaders of a mystery-solving taskforce)

Week 4 (July 9 - 15):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: fantasy au + facing off with the big bad together

single prompt: person A is easily scared and gets paired with person B to go through a haunted house together Art Prompt: high fantasy archetypes

#any of these can be gen or shippy but i did aim the weekly ones more gen and the free prompts more shippy #just so i don't exclude anyone or make them uncomfortable by making everything shippy ;-;#(but like. lbr most of mine is gonna be shippy lol)#anyway i'm so so excited for this!!!!#thank you to the three people who contributed prompts btw!! it was anonymous so i'm not certain who they are (besides erin ily)#but i appreciate all of you!!#alfreyco #alfreyco appreciation month 2023 #alfreyco month 2023 #rtah #ragehappy #rt writers discord #rt writers community #ah writers #ah fanfiction #ah fanart #red web fanart

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shadeofazmeinya · 10 months

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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

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specialofficerlemons · 8 months

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Started this idea with Alfreyco, but now I'm curious about other AH Duos. Would love others input.

Alfreyco:

Necro: Trevor

Cav: Alfredo

House: 6

Team Nice Dynamite:

Necro: Gavin

Cav: Michael

House:

Team OG:

Necro: Geoff

Cav: Jack

House:

Team Friendly Fire: (i don't know BK and Ky well enough yet to decide which is which)

Necro:

Cav:

House:

Team Hive Mind:

Necro: Matt

Cav: Jeremy

House:

#ragehappy #achievement hunter #tlt au #team nice dynamite #alfreyco #team og #team hive mind #team friendly fire

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sorcererinthestars · 2 years

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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

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

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pyroteapot · 2 years

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Got a lot of feelings about this shot not gonna lie

#Alfreyco #Poor quality screenshot I know but I'm too busy screeching about all the new content this month to do anything about it

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scarlettheknight · 10 months

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a little late but heres week 3 of @heisttheblackflag alfreyco appreciation month

#achievement hunter #ahfanart #trevor collins #alfredo diaz #alfreyco appreciation month 2023 #my art #the theme was red web #two versions because i wasnt sure which i liked best

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keen-arts · 11 months

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I drew some mystery boys for @heisttheblackflag‘s Alfreyco Appreciation Month AO3 Collection!

#achievement hunter #red web podcast #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #alfreyco month #keen ship #< tech because of the theme tho my piece isn't shippy at all lol

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futureboy-ao3 · 2 years

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I would LOVE to know more about found footage Red Web Alfreyco

THEN YOU SHALL RECEIVE ANOTHER SNIPPET MY FRIEND!! (also i'm considering putting the music back in? now i've answered the last ask i'm thinking about soundtracking the found footage like old-school youtube movies used to be)

the being they're hunting is what the guys have dubbed 'the trojan cryptid'. here's a clipping of the description of it:

[IMAGE - A GIANT STICK BUG SHAPED CREATURE, NO FACE, DRAWN IN CHARCOAL] VO - Christian: “Younger residents of Watershed have described it online as taking on the appearance of an elongated spider, over eight feet long and barely able to be contained within a normal room. Eerily enough - our final piece of evidence was actually footage of this shape, caught on a home camera system and uploaded onto a forum. The original poster asks for clarification on what this could be.”

#misc #mogarisnotready #aw man this has been sat here for so long lmao

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kahnah23 · 2 years

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Thank you so much for the tags on my alfreyco fic!! :3 It truly makes my heart happy to read those because your fantasy fics have been a huge piece of inspiration for me when I was writing this piece. I just love the way you create your worlds and infuse AH into them. So thank you for writing such awesome stories :3

Oh! Thank you so much! Nothing is more flattering than knowing I inspired something so great! 🥰

Honestly, the story is still running through my head and has evolved into an AU that I'm trying to ignore, so I hope you're happy, haha.

Anyway, thank you for this wonderful message and please keep on writing ❤️

#asks

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shyafwriter · 2 years

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Lil' Last Line Investigation

I was tagged by @fornhaus. Should be interesting; let’s do this.

Rules: List the LAST lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Ok so I don’t have 10 stories published, but I’ll do my most recent 5.

1) The Prince and the Pauper (Alfreyco, T, historical royalty AU)

Alfredo squeezes his hand, and in that moment, he’s never felt surer of anything in his life. “He’s my choice.”

2) To Shelter You (co-written with @fornhaus; WIP, Alfreyco (and later Jackeoff), M, RT hybrid AU)

Their hands reach out to squeeze Michael and Alfredo’s, and then they lead them obediently back out into the lab.

3) Red as the Dawn (WIP, Gen, M, superpower AU inspired by the book Red Queen)

“I just dropped by to give you a warning myself. Ramsey will lead you to where you need to be. And if you’re done admiring yourself in that mirror, I think they’re waiting for you.”

4) One Dumb Joke Away (Gen, squint and you might see Alfreyco, M, Halloween FAHC AU)

They bolt out to the car, leaving Lindsay blinking at the door they left thrown open. “I… what?!”

5) Spooky Scary AU: New Beginnings (Gen, M, halloween supernatural monsters AU)

He sips his coffee again, sighs and says: “I’m going to play some Peggle.”

Of the three here that are completely finished, all of them end on speech, and on reflection that might be too common in my work. The prevalence of Alfredo in these final scenes (four out of five) is hardly surprising since he’s at least a major character in most of my fics, but I guess I like finishing on Geoff and Lindsay more than I realise since three of these scenes feature Geoff and two Lindsay. Geoff I understand as a grounding figure, but Lindsay is a real surprise, although they were definitely the right person to close out the chaos that was the One Dumb Joke Away fic.

And most of these end on one syllable words, with the only outlier being Peggle. Huh.

#I think everyone that I would tag is already tagged elsewhere #but y'all should do it this was fun

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heisttheblackflag · 10 months

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Hello and welcome to the beginning of Alfreyco Appreciation Month!!!

Every week for the next four weeks I’ll be posting some themed prompts for this week for both writing and art, and if you’ve created art for those prompts you can post them throughout the week so we can share everyone’s takes on those ideas! Don’t forget to use the tag “alfreyco appreciation month 2023” on Tumblr, and post to the appreciation month collection on AO3 if you wrote fic.

As a gentle reminder, these prompts are for both general and shipping media, so please be respectful and if you see something that’s not your cup of tea, just move on until you find something that is!

Here are the themed prompts for this week:

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: zombie apocalypse au + fluff/sweet moments

single prompt: person A is a witch/magician looking for their human familiar/assistant, and they unexpectedly encounter person B

Art Prompt: post-apocalypse

Thank you all for sharing and contributing, and I can’t wait to see what everyone makes!!

#alfreyco month 2023 #alfreyco appreciation month 2023 #rtah #ragehappy #ah fanart #ah fanfiction #ah writers #rt writers discord #rt writing community #alfreyco

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shadeofazmeinya · 10 months

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i don’t have the energy for a full fic but the idea is too good not to share. please imagine an Alfreyco au, mr and mrs smith style

#alfreyco #fake ah crew #fahc #ragehapy #since this is alfreyco month i figured id share haha #one day ill be able to write a sentence of fic again #but unfortunately today is not that time #but id love to chat alfreyco with anyone!!

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