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sparklyballoonballoon · 2 months
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Owl House Roleplay Request
Let’s use both OCs and CCs for the roleplay 
Ships, yeah, I’m okay with having romance
In the roleplay as well since I have some
Ideas of ships in mind. 
Luz x Amity 
King x OC
Cat x Pufferfish bipedal demon in the abominations track with the sloth Palisman 
Boscha x OC 
Amelia x Lucas (the blond guy with the black beanie in the oracle track uniform who is a part of Boscha’s group in the episode Once Upon a Swap)
Eda x Raine
Jerbo x Edric 
Viney x Emira 
Bo x Skara 
Gus x Matt
(Au, Hunter attends Hexside 
Lumity is not together yet. That will happen in the rp 
Flapjack is already dead and Waffles will eventually be introduced in the rp 
Vee and Camila on the isles 
King starting Hexside eventually 
One of Boschas posse members, the healing girl, Cat having a character arc. I wanna give her a tragic backstory since he’s a background character and I can be able to have freedom 
I wanna rp Luz, Hooty, King, Principal Bump, Edric, Gus, Viney, Bo, Gavin, Angmar, Amelia, Cat, Vee
Perhaps neutral, maybe a mix of angst and some fluff
And plenty of comedy and funny dialogue 
I also wanna try to make this as literate as possible 
Also I want to have Luz finish her high school stuff  at Hexside and not go back to her old school 
I had this idea for a plot. I wanted to have Del perhaps organize a big project to lower the age limit on Palisman at Hexside to maybe a minimum grade of 4th with some exceptions depending and perhaps have another Palisman receiving day. King and rest of his classmates and other students without palismen yet can get theirs 
Like Del can host one with the collaboration of Eda, Gwen, the Bat Queen and Principal Bump. And maybe have Hunter and possibly anyone else once we get to that will be volunteers or something
And the adoption is is open to grades 4-12.
The 4 and 5th graders and all the middle schoolers can get theirs. And to be high schoolers who didn’t get theirs yet can finally get one
Maybe that’s when Hunter finally gets Waffles or something. Though does Waffle already exist or will you introduce her later in the RP?
Also does Matt have a palismen already or will his palisman be introduced in the rp? Also have you heard of Matt’s headcanoned palisman Garth?
(I wanna do a plot or some sort of Darius plot with him, Eberwolf, Steve, and Raine and potentially others working on a murder mystery in the RP as well and perhaps have some sort of trial
I want Cat (the healing girl with the glasses who’s in Boscha’s friend group) to have younger twin siblings who’s around Kings age. Their mother is framed and accused for a crime that she didn’t commit and the three are framed and accused as accomplices
This is related to something called the Dynasty Wars
The wealthy families of the boiling isles compete against each other of who makes the most contributions to the Day of Unity and who gets the biggest rewards from Belos. This causes them to get drastic measures to get on top
It’s a tactic that Belos created and used in order to make his job easier and have less witches to eliminate because witches will be eliminating each other through their feuds
I also wanna have boss fights at Hexside. Like similar to Labyrinth runners but with Luz and other characters included
I want to have all of Hexaide and their parents to fight off against each covenhead and their army of covenscouts to fight them off to keep them from getting branded 
One day they’ll take on Adrian, another day Terra, then Mason, Hettie, Vitimir, Osran…and keep taking them on until all the covenheads are defeated and then there’s this final one with Kikimora and all the covenheads along with the biggest covenscout army yet
if you wanna roleplay with me, lemme know in the comments below or just PM me
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puffinparty · 6 months
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Your band au inspired me! I’ve also written a bit more as well but I figured I’d only send you the first part in case you don’t want anyone using your art as inspo. Which is totally okay if that’s the case and sorry if I’ve overstepped!
The venue was dark and lit with the bright colors of neon and the roving lights that cast everyone's face in an angelic glow one second and dark shadows the next. Gavin walked in through the blacked out double doors, nodding to the bouncer as he walked inside, flashing the ticket on his phone as he passed. Heavy bass reverberated through his bones in the way that had become nearly second nature to him and he wandered toward a dark corner of the bar where cigarette smoke hung a little heavier in the air. It wasn’t too crowded by the bar; most people gathered near the stage, which was a few feet off the ground with nothing separating the crowd from the performers, which told him all he needed to know about their current musical success. He snorted to himself at his pettiness as he pulled his pack of cigarettes out of the jacket of his hoodie that was layered beneath his black leather jacket and lit up. The bar was familiarly sticky but he couldn't say he much minded; it wasn't like he was hanging out in much better places. He scanned his eyes around the place falling into what Hank would call his cop habit and he would violently deny because he wasn’t looking to bust the potheads in the corner or the girls with the long pinky nails and large pupils he just wanted to enjoy the few hours in the day that were actually his and weren’t spent getting the shit beaten out of him or seeing the worst humanity had to offer. His need to watch the room was both a passive enjoyment of people watching combined with the paranoid need to make sure that no one was going to get the drop on him.
He handed his card over to the bartender and asked for a whiskey neat, he saw the way she rolled her eyes for just a moment and couldn’t help but agree it was a douchey drink but at least it gave him a nice buzz a bit faster than a beer. The set he had come to see was about to come on judging from the time on his phone but knowing places like these it could be another twenty before the band was ready or the current one playing was ready to give up the stage. He watched the crows and they seemed to be enjoying the set but there seemed to be an air of anticipation and he wondered if the next band would live up to the hype that Matt had given them.
“Thank you everyone for coming out tonight and listening to our set.” The frontman said with a smile and a round of cheering went up in the room, “Please welcome LED Rainbow.”
This cheering was nearly deafening compared to the last and Gavin wondered how badly that had to sting, they hadn’t been terrible but he definitely now had even higher expectations for the next band. They quickly gathered their gear and unplugged their guitars as they cleared out and the DJ quickly took over to keep everyone dancing and to cover the sound of musicians setting up. Gavin turned and tapped his ash into the ashtray on the bar and gave the bartender a small quirk of his mouth that was the closest thing that came to a natural smile for him as she refilled his drink. She nodded in return and he watched her eyes drift behind him to the stage and he turned to see the new band plugging in and setting up.
LED Rainbow seemed to have three members: a bassist, a drummer, and a singer. He watched with rapt attention as the lead singer adjusted the microphone with long deft fingers. The lead singer, Gavin assumed, was tall and evenly built with obvious muscle but not overly so his hair was a dark brown that was neatly styled as was the rest of his clothing. Gavin would have mistaken him for some model instead of a singer in some alt-indie band playing in a step above a dive bar hole in the wall. A group of women gathered at the foot of the stage seemed to agree as they cheered raucously as the guitarist strummed a few chords and the frontman turned to say something to her.
“Hello, glad to see some familiar faces,” The man's dark brown eyes swept the room and seemed to settle on Gavin, “and some unfamiliar ones tonight.”
He wasn’t an overly expressive man with an almost neutral expression and the barest hint of a smile but Gavin would be a liar if he said he wasn’t a little rattled by the intensity of that glance. The drummer began a soft beat and after a moment or two the bassist joined in and Gavin recognized a cover of Seven Nation Army which the crowd cheered happily. The frontman quickly joined in and whatever notion of them being terrible and coasting on looks alone was quickly squashed much to Gavins chagrin now he would be tortured by the knowledge that someone that good looking was also actually that talented and also definitely looking at him. Every so often that heated gaze would find him once again and Gavin hoped he would look away just so the semi he was sporting might go away.
They performed for an hour and Gavin could safely say that Matt hadn’t been lying about how good they were. They covered a couple of songs but their original stuff was just as good and he wondered if he would have to ask for one of their albums to be set aside for him when he went back to the record shop later. The only reason he had been able to come tonight was because Matt, his friend who owned the record shop down the street from his apartment, had a ticket he couldn’t use and he had been told their recent album had been selling out faster than he could keep it in the stacks.
“Thank you for all the support tonight guys. We’re gonna be announcing some tour dates in a month or two because of all the love you’ve shown to our album so thank you.” He announced as he gave a larger smile but that almost seemed fake to Gavin. He watched as the band quickly began to pack up and he watched as the lead singer was dragged into conversation with some of their fans at the base of the stage.
Gavin could see the heated gazes though that he was shooting towards the bar and he figured either the bartender was the guy's girlfriend or he might be getting lucky tonight. He turned to the bartender to close his tab and down the last of his drink, he watched her go through the motions of grabbing his card from the stack and pulling his receipt which he tipped and signed. When he turned back hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of tall and handsome before he left, he was met with the man standing in front of him much closer than he had anticipated which nearly set his teeth on edge but it was quickly forgiven when the man reached a hand out to him and nodded towards the darkly lit hallway leading to the bathroom. He smirked and grabbed the man's hand and was quickly dragged away from the bar and through the door to the single mens bathroom.
The man shoved Gavin onto the counter beside the sink and his back was nearly flush with the mirror as he captured his lips in a nearly bruising kiss. He could almost feel the cold seeping into his clothing through the three layers of fabric or that might have just been the shiver running down his spine and straight to his dick at the manhandling. One of his hands cupped the back of his neck slipping into the short hairs at the base of his neck while the other was thrown over his shoulder gripping the white and black jacket and using it to pull the nameless man closer between his open thighs.
Imagine seeing this ask at a coffee shop I couldn’t fully react YOU DIDNT OVERSTEP THIS IS LOVE LANGUAGE THIS IS GREAT SEND ME MORE coNTINUE I COULD KISS YALL
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DID U SAY FIRST PART? Send in the rest come oooon im at the edge of my seat
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keeningthoughts · 1 year
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3, 22, 35 and 48!
3. Who was your favorite when you started?
I guess technically Gavin, since I came to AH from Slow Mo Guys, but it quickly became Jeremy (and now it's Trevor, in case you didn't know lol).
22. What series got you into their content?
Between the games, which explains a little why Jeremy was my fav. I distinctly remember watching the one where he's fucking around with melted marshmallow fluff and thinking to myself: yep, they're the one. And then following the yt channel lol.
35. Favorite song from the musical?
Currently Matt's Song. It switches between Matt's Song, Hard 2 Breathe, and Good at Being Bad. Those three songs are genuinely so good, I sing along to them every time they come up on shuffle (all the songs are good/fine/okay, these are just my favs).
48. If you have one, who’s your favorite fic author or fan artist?
Fic authors... I really like @fornhaus ofc, love all the ideas she sends me. Adore @jusst-you-wait and actually her fic Rising from the Ashes is what originally got me into reading AH fic. Loved all of @futureboy's fics, tho I can't comment on their current works I'm confident they're fantastic regardless. One of my fav fics was Last of the Real Ones by @deleriousfromcoffee and @silly-bean, and That He May Walk by @biowill (I should really go back and reread these because iirc both were edited post 2020 shitshow).
Artists... I mean @ursifors always and forever. @scarlettheknight has such a lovely style (and she's so kind!). @monarchisms has such a cute character style I adore it fr. @abbeysquidd has so much fun art and is always so quick! @piplupcola has a really unique style, I love the textures in her art. @tonguetiedartist always has such dynamic pieces. @somegrumpynerd has such endearing art (including his fiber arts, did yall peek the catfish he made that was opened on the RT 20th anniversary AHWU episode?!).
I'm sure I'm missing a lot of people, we have so many AMAZING fan creators in the community, past and present. I'd love to get recs both for fics and artists to follow!!
Ask me some Achievement Hunter Related Asks!
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heisttheblackflag · 11 months
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okay so I have a new fahc au where everyone is from California bc I started getting ideas and I couldn’t stop. these are based on living in California for the last five years and being in a relationship with a Californian; I’m sorry if I’m insulting where you’re from but know it’s with love lol 🫶🏽
Jeremy: the Antelope Valley. during poppy season the ground everywhere is Rimmy Tim colors so it just makes sense [also my gf said he gives off big “dropped out of AVC vibes” and like. iykyk they’re SO right]
Alfredo: San Francisco. duh
Gavin: LA. if you don’t think the Golden Boy thrived in WeHo what are you doing
Trevor: Sacramento. boy starts out so buttoned up ofc he grew up in the capitol
Matt: Humboldt County. it’s like the South Carolina of California
Michael: Bakersfield. you don’t get that fighty without some kinda complex
BK: San Diego. idk she just gives me beach girl vibes
Lindsay: Marin County. woodsy; isolated rich people; it’s close to SF so proximity to gay but it’s very insular so it fits the characterization I have for them
Ky: Palo Alto. it’s cute, a little stuck up (not that Ky is but I think it’s a fun background for her), but not as soulless and soul sucking as Mountain View
Joe: Irvine. it gets shit on but it’s still a big university town so it’s easy to get a complex about it and get really defensive of it, and I think it would be really funny if he got teased to shit about it by everyone else
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skadiyoko · 1 year
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Okay, like, Matt’s been in AH videos BEFORE he was even hired. Wasn’t the first Minecraft we saw him in Griffball? And everyone in AH immediately liked him bc he smacked Gavin? Like, we as a community knew axielmatt, and were excited when the guys played one of his maps! And then he and Jeremy (AH fan artist AND fan fiction extraordinaire) get hired to do their DREAM job! And I hate to say a good chunk of the community took a LONG time to warm up to them (especially Matt, but Ray leaving soon after they were hired I think really threw a wrench in things too), but eventually they got comfortable and clicked into their places in AH, and it was like they were there the whole time!
And especially recently, Matt specifically has been KILLING it! He’s so creative, and funny, and his humor is sarcastic and dry, but he’s GENUINELY so kind, you can just tell. Like, this sucks, everyone’s pissed, WB are burning their company to the ground and idk if RT has any way of getting out of there, but they really need to, bc this is only the beginning.
Challenge Accepted and the Randomizers are, imo, the best content in AH right now. I even watched the Raft series, even though I have no interest in that game, bc Matt kept me there! Shark mage was the best! I love the rest of the cast, I really do, but at this point in AH’s life, Matt and Michael are def my fav members. It just sucks, I’m taking it better than when Ray left (I was a damn mess through that;;), but maybe that’s bc he’s still PT? We’ll see how long that lasts, I’ve really been enjoying seeing him in Chilled’s Among Us lobbys, and if he had more time to devote to streaming, he’ll prob hang out with that crowd more, which would be awesome tbh.
Does anyone know if he has a YT VOD channel? I have a thing, I don’t know why, but I don’t like watching livestreams. They make me anxious for whatever reason;; So VODs are a lifesaver for me, so please let me know if you know! 🧡
And yeah, that’s my jumbled thoughts on the matter. WB is ruining RTAH, and it sucks to see, and I really, really, really hope they SOMEHOW get out of that company. Easier said than done, I know, but it just sucks to have had to see all of the obvious change they’ve had to go through since they were put under them, and are still going through. AH cast and content used to be so colorful and bright and happy, but as much as I enjoy how they’ve matured, and still have fun together, the contrast from the past, more care-free AH is drastic. The past however many years, it’s just noticeable how dark their spaces have been, like, it’s kind of dreary looking at them compared to, let’s say, their tiny OG office. Like, that room was always so full of life! And their past few spaces have just been… sad looking.. and also, they’re not quiet about scheduling. Matt and Michael talked about how Sarah had been breathing down their necks for like, half the Wind Waker randomizers bc they were taking too long, and every time they brought it up it bummed because out, bc I HATE they’re being rushed to make content! Idk who thought a Zelda randomizer was going to be less than like, 8 episodes anyway! But that just suggests to me they’re not enjoying playing the game as much as they could be, bc they’re being bitched at about it behind the scenes. Plus other random, too-businesslike things I smell just bc I’m an employee of a big business, and like, I can TELL they don’t have as much freedom as they should have, and it sucks.
like, I really don’t like getting into the “AH was better when it was just the OG cast 😤”, because those people annoy me (I don’t know why they just don’t stop watching if they just complain every video how they hate current AH? But that’s a can of worms I don’t want to open), BUT I do hate what big business has been doing to them, I hope Matt settles into the path that is right for him, the AH members someday gain their freedom back, and WB burns in hell. It’s 3:30am, I got a bit off track with this post, goodnight.
Edit:
After seeing more information come out, Big Yikes, looks like RT has been shitty even before WB sunk their claws in. I know back in 2013 they would make shitty, offensive jokes and call people babies for being upset when they were called out on them, but as I said before, one of the biggest things I’m thankful for is the vast majority of them [AH] have matured, and realized slurs aren’t funny. The community still, for the most part, gets on my nerves for MANY reasons, but I never get too into any kind of community anyway (so I can actually enjoy the media I’m consuming). All that being said, this looks like the beginning of a real big garbage fire, and I just hope all the good RT/AH people find their way to a happier life, and all the shitty assholes get what’s coming to them.
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bastardsunlight · 2 years
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Shaking up your inbox with this one for all your married muses:
You get pinched on the butt by your partner, wyd?
//This answer is so long (like my dick), I'm not tagging it with more'n the essentials god bless.
Cable – Would actually be surprised if Wade didn’t pull Some Shit Like This™… and that’s without telepathy.
Gavin Reed – When he was married, he would jump and cuss at the top of his lungs—flailing and hissing, the whole bit.
Harley Quinn – You know that squeal she makes? That. She jumps and it’s pretty much the cutest shit ever, zero homicide. She loves her Pammy.
Jim Kirk – Honestly it’s RARE, but our beloved Captain (sometimes Admiral) does his level best to maintain dignity.
Johnny Cage – In all verses, across all timelines, he whips out a classic charmer line and his spouse HAAAAAATES him for it, but they should’ve known better.
Kung Lao – Eyes wide, lips pressed together, holding back a yelp. He knows who it is—nobody else but Liu Kang would have the moxxy to pull that shit, but it surprises him every time.
Matt Horner – Okay if it’s Mira, he’s screaming and moving away quickly, possibly pulling a firearm. Valerian, he’s still going to scream, thinking it’s Mira, but when it isn’t and the Emperor is feeling frisky, all bets are off.
Mileena – She goes red, hisses, and pretends she doesn’t love it. Tanya knows better.
Mordecai – is just impressed Brick found enough cheek to pinch.
Noctis – Squawk. I don’t know what other word describes that noise—plus he goes red to his big ol’ ears.
Piccolo – Grunts a little then makes a crack about being impressed Vegeta could reach. Violence ensues, but dw they’re into it.
Raiden – Quiet intake of breath at the audacity of it, but Shang Tsung is nothing if not audacious—one must be, if one is to wed and bed a god.
Rayden – Gives it right tf back—usually with a crotch grab so beware. Porno moans optional, depends on how much of a goblin he feels like bein’.
Sandman – “Hey!” Followed by the dumbest old man dad grin you’ve ever seen.
Scorpion – “THIS DISHONOR WILL NOT GO UNANSWERED.” Violence. It’s Shirai-Ryu tradition probably.
Holmes – Actual surprise???
Snake – “Hrrn, Otacon…!” They then proceed to fumble about and then make slow, languorous love. It’s pretty great when love blooms on the battlefield, innit?
Shiro – Like, the cutest “EH!” you’ve ever heard out of a dorito-shaped man.
Twisted Fate – “Well ain’t you cheeky? Gunna finish what you started, big man?” Or some variation on that theme. He is very in love with his giant dingus husband (which is fortunate because Graves is very in love with his twinky dingus husband, so it all works out)
Valerian Mengsk – A surprisingly Anime Gasp™ for a man his size.
The Boss – A comical scream that sounds so much like Nolan North you’d swear it was Nolan North, but that’s crazy… right?
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bee-boppin · 1 year
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asking u rn!
12, 15, 19, 10 (>:]),
Red, anonymous doesn't work when you make me wait and watch for your ask silly 💛
10. How tall are you?
 Tall enough to kick your ass >:(
(5'3" 😔)
12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 
Questions that make you forget if you know five or more people. Okay um Maddie hi Maddie I miss u already even though u just left, Red and also Gavin I miss u both a heem heem, my old suitemate Mossy it's been a rlly long time since I've seen them, aaaaand my friend Matt :). I miss a lot of ppl all the time you all live in my heart forever
15. What’s your favorite season? 
Spring!! I love winter but seeing the world wake back up is so lovely and also it means flowers and green trees and I get to wear skirts again. Fall is a close second though I love mild temperatures and bright colors
19. Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 
I do it's Bear hi Bear we've been besties since I think 8th grade?? At least that's when everyone started thinking we were dating. Anyway I hate him and we're gonna die together <3
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skylarynns-1870 · 8 months
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How it got this far
So the initial idea, as those who have seen the original video know, was a party consisting of:
A Rogue/Bard of some kind [the gentleman thief]
A Gunslinger or Renegade Fighter [the gunslinger]
A Samurai Fighter probably [the samurai]
A Swashbuckler Rogue [the pirate]
As you can see, most of these were very martial classes and none were very good for healing/support other than maybe the gentleman thief [and a hard maybe at that].
So we messaged some friends.
Me: Hey Iris, Damien, we have most of a party already but are either of you interested in playing healer/support? It's set in 1870 Iris: I'll be a druid Me: Cool, you can work it out with Matt Damien: okay hear me out Damien: a Catholic priest Me: That'll work Damien: but he's a warlock
Matt: hey, does Josie do ranged shooting? Me: Nah, she's more cq. Why? Matt: Gavin wants to join with a sniper Me: Oh dope, what's the historical context? Matt: Civil War veteran Me: Nice, I say go for it.
Barry: hey Matt: hey Barry: Damien said y'all were doing a historic/eldritch horror campaign, you got room for one more player? Matt: only if you have a really good character concept Barry: Russian Cossack who deserts because his superiors left his unit to die when they were attacked by an eldritch monster and he's been disillusioned to the whole religious and political cult of personality built around the Tsar Matt: ... Matt: I'll allow it
Cameron: Damien said you're doing a 1870 campaign Matt: yep Cameron: is there a monk in the party yet Matt: no but it's getting pretty big Cameron: consider: capoeira Matt: I'm listening
And finally
Alison: do y'all have a spellslinger yet Matt: not really why Alison: I have a character concept Alison: Alina.pdf Matt: is this just a shadow and bone reference? Alison: ...possibly... Matt: y'know what why not Alison: knew that would work Matt: yeah yeah whatever
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vagrantblvrd · 4 years
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That one post about the court wizard who is the IT guy?
But immortal FAHC where Ryan is the former court wizard who ends up on Los Santos as the Vagabond?
Like.
Whenever someone reaches the proper level to unlock his tragic backstory he turns into the grizzled war veteran in the smokey dive bar nursing his whiskey diet soda with the thousand-yard stare because the things he’s seen, okay. The things he’s seen.
(Also, there’s a reason he refuses to be the IT guy this time around, okay? He’s done his time.)
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team-fahc · 3 years
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Listen, if you've been in the fandom since before AH became its own actual thing, like I have, we still have some hope for those that remain.
Geoff owns up to each and every mistake he makes. He grew up in a hard ass life, he knows what accountability is.
Jack wants nothing more than to make people happy.
Michael and Lindsay met because of this company, and they know damn well who they can and can't trust (if you noticed, as soon as all this shit with R came out, Lindsay unfollowed him on everything).
Gavin has been interacting with this company since he was a teenager. He's like Geoff's son. Geoff will literally make him hold himself accountable for anything.
Jeremy, Matt, and Trevor were LITERALLY part of the fandom before the company picked them up.
Alfredo had his own public streaming career before joining achievement hunter, which he still has, he doesn't let the attention go to his head.
Fiona, dear sweet Fiona, is literally one of us and has exhibited time and time again she will fight tooth and goddamn nail to create safe spaces for people who need them.
We've watched this company grow, and it feels like we might be watching it fall, but we need to keep up hope.
It's better to have loved and trusted, and been hurt, rather than to have felt absolutely nothing at all. Emotions are hard. Being a person is hard. That's why we're pack animals. We're here to help one another through times like this.
Please, reach out. It's okay to feel scared, hurt, angry, sad, whatever. Just don't bottle it up, and don't take action with those feelings.
Just talk to someone, even if that someone happens to be a notepad or piece of paper.
You're not alone.
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numberoneanika · 2 years
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ahaha. fictional characters
hello and welcome to my (sometimes) multifandom blog. i am absolute chaos
fandoms i'm in, other blogs, about me, and others V
other blogs:
@campcamp-soupicane (dead because Where Is Season Five. im also probably not going to get back into camp camp anytime soon. so.)
@rarepair-central (also dead because i have Several Hyperfixations And Hobbies. i plan to revive it with danganronpa rarepairs)
@vivazaki (somewhat dead, and main blog, no fandoms rather than shitposting)
fandoms:
listen okay once upon a time i WAS in multiple fandoms but well. as of now i'm just obsessed with danganronpa.
fangans i also like:
dra/sdra2
danganronpa despair time (I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT!!! VERY NORMAL!!!)
brave danganronpa: coward's paradise
project eden's garden (VERY!!! NORMAL!!!)
danganronpa (he)artless deceit
ace attorney games i've played through:
pheonix wright trilogy
apollo justice trilogy
miles edgeworth investigations 1 and 2
other media:
raincode
favorite characters and ships (that also conveniently doubles as a simp list for many of these characcters! ask me about any of the bolded items and i will love you forever):
canon dr: kiyotaka ishimaru, gundham tanaka, korekiyo shinguij, shinnaga, sondam, ishikuro
drdt: arturo giles (sorry everyone i'm a kiyo fan it was bound to happen), charles cuevas, rose lacroix, charuko, terurose, veroruko, teruvid, whitco
dra, sdra2: haruhiko kobashikawa, nikei yomiuri, hajime makunouchi, emma magorobi, setsukei, makurobi, satsuhiko
drhd: tomoya morita, denshi shigenobu, ryuuji himura, akimoya, katsuhidechou
bdr: ichirou taida (trust guys he will Not die), no ships yet
p:eg (unfortunate acronym): ulysses wilhelm, mark berskii (purely out of my speculation i think about him being the mastermind so much i think it's a problem), kaimon, ulymon
aa: matt engarde, KLAVIER GAVIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, damon gant, SIMON KEYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
rules???? i don't know????
i'm a minor so no nsfw
credit me if you use art. and uhh don't be a dick
dni-
-homophobes and transphobes
-TERFs
-racists
-no any-religion phobes (INCLUDES ANTI-THEISTS AND ANTI-CHRISTIANS!!!!)
-xenophobes
thin ice:
proshippers
about me:
i'm anika but you might've known me as kaileighs-multifandom-mayhem. the only reason my url didn't say anika is because i was weird and insecure about my name
i go by she/her and am aegosexual (ace but i still think about horny shit sometimes), cis, and bi-questioning
possibly autistic. i think so. maybe adhd still looking into it
i'm indian but i live in america in the midwest where i have never seen a hill. it's on my bucket list actually
kinlist: whit young (drdt), min jeung (drdt), sebastian debeste (aai2), klavier gavin (aa4), trucy wright
dob is 23 august, where my summer birthday lads at
yeah that's it
good and nice. goodbye
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To Shelter You, Ch. 2
summary:  Nine people down on their luck and desperate for money join a medical study deemed almost too good to be true. What they thought would be just your average advertised trial turns out to be a front for human experimentation.
This is trial 32 and there’s no backing out of this one.
pairing: Alfredo/Trevor, Jack/Geoff (later in the story)
also available on AO3
(Ch. 1/ Ch. 3)
(Fic written in collaboration with @shyafwriter)
[warnings for body horror and human transformation]
Hours pass as the subjects pace and fidget within their glass cells, unsure and more than a little fearful of what they are waiting for. Figuring there's nothing better to do, they all slip into different conversations, some trying to figure out how they got here while others are just curious about the person sitting in the cell next to them. Gavin watches as others in the room seem to open up a bit and his neighbor isn't an exception. They've fallen into what seems to be common ground for all of them: video games.
As Michael debates with Jeremy and Matt on which Pokémon is the best starter - any dumb conversation to help distance themselves from the severity of the situation - Gavin rolls his shoulders awkwardly. Across from him, Jeremy raises an eyebrow. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” Gavin says, sounding not at all alright. “Yeah, I just got this pain in my back.”
“Injury?” Jeremy asks him. He notices sweat starting to bead on the other man's forehead.
“I don’t think so. It’s not that kind of pain. It’s… I don’t know how to describe it. It’s…”
“Like a dull ache?” Matt asks.
“Exactly!” Gavin says. “How’d you know?”
Matt rubs at the side of his head. “I got it too. Must be something to do with whatever they’ve done to us.”
Now that it's been brought up, the rest of the group can feel an aching sensation in different parts of their bodies. Ky wonders if what she's feeling at the base of her back is the same thing they're talking about. It's hard to focus on the current conversation though with the aching on her head growing more and more.
The others fall back into conversation, this time the focus is on which video game hero would be the best to rescue them. Some pipe in with their opinions, but it has mostly come down to Link for Michael and Master Chief for Jeremy, both men arguing their points across the room. Watching the two go back and forth is entertaining for Alfredo until realizes that the ache that had developed in his gums isn't fading with time like he’d hoped. Rather, it's growing worse. Soon enough, he can taste the bitter iron taste of blood.
He prods at one of his upper canines, where the pain is the worst, with his tongue. He jolts upright from his bed when the tooth moves.
In the cell beside him, the movement catches Trevor’s attention. Despite his own agony in his head and his lower back, he still pulls himself up to check on Alfredo. “Are you okay, Fredo?” The nickname falls easily from Trevor's mouth as if he hadn't just met this man only hours ago.
Alfredo spits, and it isn’t just bloody saliva that escapes him. A tooth clatters onto the floor of his cell. For a while, he just stares, uncaring of the blood in his mouth. Trevor doesn’t speak either - there isn’t much he can say. None of this makes sense to him.
Alfredo licks at the new gap in his teeth, and then he jolts again, his hands finally coming to his mouth to feel inside. Then he makes a soft whimpering sound.
“What?” Trevor asks him. “Fredo?”
Alfredo is shuddering, and his finger is still in his mouth when he whispers something Trevor can’t make out. Trevor scoots closer to the glass between them and motions to his ear. “I can’t hear you.”
Alfredo withdraws his finger, shaking his head in disbelief. “I think there’s another tooth,” he repeats.
“That… you’re losing?”
“No!” Alfredo wails. “I mean, yes, but… There’s another tooth growing! There’s one underneath!”
If Trevor could take his hands to steady him, he would right now. “That’s not possible.”
"Well it's fucking happening, Trevor!"
Alfredo's panicked yell halts all conversation around them. Trevor places his hands on the glass separating them wishing that he could reach out to the other man. Another tooth joins the first on the floor when Alfredo spits it out, this one just as bloody as the first. Trevor can feel nausea start to curl in his stomach. There's no way this is real. There's just no way.
A scream of pain from Gavin's cell yanks his attention away from Alfredo. Trevor moves to the door of his cell to try and get a better view of what's happening. He sees Gavin turned in on himself and he swears he can see the muscles on Gavin's back spasming, rolling and twitching in a way Trevor has never seen before. Not outside of a movie anyway. Gavin lets out another pained yell and Trevor can hear Michael freaking out next to him.
"Gavin, what's wrong?" Michael shouts, the worry evident in his voice.
Gavin is completely curled around his stomach with his arms wrapped tight around him. His legs give out and he falls to his knees, the floor of his cell offering no comfort. The noises of pain he's making fill the cell block as everyone watches in horror at Gavin's rapidly deteriorating state.
Michael slams his hands against the glass, a question resting on his tongue when he feels a sudden stabbing pain in his lower back. Although turning away from Gavin is the last thing he wants to do, Michael's body arches suddenly and he lets out a scream of pain while the others watch on helplessly. The pounding in his head is growing more insistent by the second. Without warning, Michael falls to his knees and starts to convulse. Though his body is fully occupied in trying to fight off whatever this change is, a rush of activity pulls his attention to the door of the cell block. Two lab-coated men bustle into the room with a gurney in tow and immediately go to the door of Gavin's cell. Michael watches in shock as the men grab Gavin by his arms and lift him to lay flat on the gurney, paying no mind to the pained noises coming out of the man's mouth.
"Where are you assholes taking him?" Jeremy shouts from across the hall. Ignoring Jeremy's question the two men strap Gavin onto the gurney. Gavin’s body arches in the restraints trying to alleviate the pressure from his back as he screams in pain. All Michael can do is watch in horror as Gavin is wheeled through the cell block door with no explanation as to where they are taking him. It seems most of the others are too occupied with their own transforming bodies to pay much mind to the group's missing member, but Michael yells out Gavin's name one more time before he's rendered speechless from the pain, so the word comes out more as a hiss than a cry.
--
The pain is almost unbearable by the time Gavin is dragged into a small laboratory. There’s a large, metallic table in the center of the room - it doesn’t look the most comfortable, but when they shove Gavin on top, they don’t allow him to lie down. Harsh lights from overhead are directed onto him and he swears he can feel the heat of the fluorescent lights on his back. They strip his shirt away from him and in a kneeled position, hunched over thanks to the agony of his back, they take his wrists and bind them before him in stiff, cloth cuffs.
“What’s happening?” Gavin sobs, asking for the dozenth time since they snatched him from his cell.
Just as before, there's no response. One of the men speaks into a recording device: “September 13th, batch 32, subject 1. Crested Lark. Subject has taken initial DNA recombination well. Phenotypic results to follow.”
“What’s happening to me?” Gavin begs once more, before he lets out a blood-curdling scream and drops against his elbow. He can feel tears prick in the corner of his eyes and release to run down his cheeks. The muscles in his back spasm, and between his collar-bones, his bones begin to shift in an unnatural way. It isn’t long until skin begins to break and blood spills, pushing the heavy scent of iron into the air. Something is pushing its way out of the wound.
Whatever it is pushing out of Gavin’s back, it’s blood-coated. No, there’s two things, each pushing out in a different direction. The two things grow and unfurl. They’re bony things, with something pushing out of the fresh, pale flesh stretched over them. Whatever grows out of these new bony structures pushes down through the new flesh. They're feathers. Long, golden-brown feathers. Through gritted teeth, Gavin roars in agony again. As he does, the things, the wings on his back, draw together, rising high as they grow. By the end of his anguished cry, the final feathers are pushing against the high ceiling, until Gavin collapses onto the table and faints from shock. The wings fall to the floor around him, sprawling, and finally stop growing.
Beside the table, Dr. Rhodes wears a smile of unbridled pride. “Beautiful,” she coos, stepping forward to touch the soft, fresh feathers of Gavin’s wings. She bites her lip and tips her head, assessing them like a thing of curiosity, and checks Gavin’s pulse only as an afterthought. “Initial change looks good. I think we’ve finally cracked it. Call the sponsors. If the next few subjects survive, I’d like them to witness one of the changes. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled with the progress.”
--
“Something’s wrong…” Lindsay says quietly as they try to stand. “I… Oh no…”
Their body shudders, and their legs give way. They catch themselves with one arm, while the other clutches at their stomach. What little food they had managed to retain, they wretch up.
“Lindsay!” Ky cries, crawling to the glass that separates them. But she is helpless, just as the others are. A sheen of sweat shines on Ky's forehead and she can feel the aches throbbing through her own body. Fear makes her tremble at the thought that she has lost all control of the transformation her body is about to go through. If any of the three transforming before her indicate anything, it's that this is going to be nothing short of painful.
The rest of them watch on in horror, their own pain momentarily forgotten about, as Lindsay’s body begins to seize and writhe, and they scream. Their head feels like it's about to explode from the pressure building inside it. Blood begins to mat their hair, and they cough and splutter. Like Alfredo and Trevor before them, teeth clatter to the floor - forced out by newer and sharper inhuman teeth.
The bottom of their spine begins to morph and push out, stretching taught skin over it. The sounds of bones breaking and rearranging fills their cell. Brown fur forces its way out along the length of it, hiding much of the blood and the horror of the transformation. Something similar happens atop their head, as new forms push out from beneath their hair. Two round things, covered with the same brown fur as their new tail.
It’s around that point that Lindsay blacks out.
--
When they wake up a couple of minutes later, the transformation is over, and the pain is mercifully dulled. They release a groan, which morphs into a strange, not quite human whine.
“Lindsay?” Ky whispers. She sounds so afraid.
Lindsay feels something atop their head flicker in response to the noise. They reach up with a hesitant hand and immediately feel something small and soft shifting back and forth at all the noise in the cell block. They're ears. Lindsay lets out a gasp at the realization. They have fucking animal ears.
Like a bolt, Lindsay is upright. “Oh, my god!”
“Linds, try not to panic,” BK says slowly, like she’s trying to subdue her own terror. But at least she can speak - most of the others are shocked into silence. Though Lindsay doesn’t notice through their own fright, Matt had passed out while they were unconscious and remains slumped on his bed. Alfredo doesn’t look so great either.
The situation is so unexplainable, so terrifying, so fucked, that Lindsay simply can’t process it. To the others, they may appear that they’re holding it together well - BK even gives them a small smile of approval - but inside, Lindsay’s mind is a mess. If they calm down a little, they might find the clarity to scream. It doesn’t help that everything is so loud, and every scent is so prominent, giving Lindsay a nauseating sensation of contradictory normalness and gross unnaturalness. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!”
Through the stench of fear, and the obvious scent of human, one other scent catches Lindsay’s attention. It catches it because it’s a smell they know - one that is not only familiar but somehow greatly comforting. It takes a moment for them to put their finger on what exactly it is, but almost no time at all for them to realize that the scent is coming from the direction of Michael’s cell.
But Michael has yet to emerge from beneath his blanket. Perhaps he’s asleep. Perhaps he’s too afraid to look at what has happened to Lindsay - they wouldn’t blame him if that was the case. Perhaps there’s a good reason for it.
They lean towards his cell, tipping their head in concern and curiosity as they eye the mass beneath the blanket, looking for anything unusual. “Michael?”
The mass under the blanket makes no move to answer Lindsay. But that doesn't mean he doesn't respond at all. There's a flicker of something - the muffled sound of something soft brushing against the blanket that Lindsay's new hypersensitive ears have no trouble picking up. Now they're certain.
"It happened to you too, didn't it?" Lindsay asks quietly, softly, like speaking to a frightened animal. "Michael, look at me."
A few moments of silence pass before the blanket starts to shift and two brown eyes filled with disbelief stare out at Lindsay. He takes them in for a long time. Their ears, their tail, their strange scent, the way their body still trembles from fear yet they don't let it show on their face for Michael's sake. They know. There's no point hiding.
His quivering hands pull back the blanket entirely from his head, and there's a collective gasp from the others. But he goes no further than that. His new brown ears are on display, but he's not ready for them to ogle at the black and brown striped tail he has curled around his leg.
The silence is deafening, and Michael is just about to retreat into his blanket again when a smile breaks across Lindsay's face. Their nerves and fear are still clear to see, but they manage to laugh sweetly. "Michael, you're part cat! I love cats!"
Michael doesn't retreat underneath the blanket, but the scowl on his face could curdle milk. It just makes Lindsay smile even more. They can see the movement of his tail twitching back and forth underneath the blanket in annoyance. Their plan seems to be working when they see that some of the panic has faded from Michael's eyes. Lindsay would rather him be annoyed than terrified.
Michael opens his mouth to hiss some harsh retort when the group's attention is pulled yet again to the entrance of the cell block as Gavin is placed back in his cell. His restraints are quickly undone and he is unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. Gavin’s return does little to calm the rest of the captives. Though he does his best to hide these stupid things, pulling his blanket from his bed to bury himself beneath, he can still feel the shocked stares of his companions. He stubbornly dries his tears and deals with it. He’d probably stare too, if he was in their situation. They must be petrified.
Sure enough, Jeremy’s voice is shaking when he speaks up. “What’s happening? Fuck, what’s happening to us?!” Gavin can hear him across the aisle through the blanket pulled over his head, pacing repeatedly in his cell.
“You should sit down, Jeremy,” Matt’s quiet voice says. “You don’t look so good.”
Jeremy’s response is a scream. Maybe it started out as one of frustration, but it soon morphs into one of agony. Others begin to cry out his name, and Gavin hears him fall, but he can’t bring himself to watch. It will only bring back the pain of his own transformation.
The pain from his wings is still a constant ache, but thankfully it has dulled from the sharp pain that it was before. He can’t bear to watch someone go through the same agony that he had. He doesn't understand what they all could have done to deserve any of this. And why this group of people in the first place? Tears well in his eyes, but he squeezes them shut, draws his limbs close and waits it out.
But Jeremy’s screams are hard to block out. By the time his body halts its morphing, Jeremy is crumpled on the cell floor, curled up tight with his hands around the fluffy light gray ears now sitting on his head. His cries of pain continue, and it takes Matt a moment to realize that it isn’t the change anymore. Jeremy is tugging on those ears as if he could rip them off if he pulls hard enough.
“Dude! Hey, Jeremy, STOP!”
Matt smacks his hands against the glass between them trying to grab Jeremy's attention. All it does is send shocks of panic through Jeremy’s body. He wants to take the ears off, to prove to himself that this is just some fucked up prank, but the ears remain firm against his head, and the pain makes it all too real. He can feel tears prick in his eyes as the reality of his situation sets in. “Oh god. Oh god, what the fuck, what the fuck…”
"Jeremy you've got to calm down man," Matt pleads as he watches the man curl further into himself. It's hard to keep the tremor out of his voice as he tries to calm Jeremy down as he can feel the ache in his head begin to grow. He never signed up for this; none of them did. All he had wanted was to get money to stop his family's business from being repossessed by the bank, not to become some lady's fucked up science project.
It seems some of Matt's words have finally gotten to Jeremy because the other man has stopped tugging at his ears. He just lays there on his knees with his head in his hands as a quiet sob escapes him. Matt wishes he could at least place a hand of comfort or something on Jeremy's shoulder. All he can do is murmur quietly, “It’s alright. It’s over now. Breathe, okay? Just… just breathe.”
Jeremy nods, taking Matt’s advice. In… and out… Until his heart stops pounding in his ears - all four of them - and his body stops shuddering. The pain dulls, until the cold of the cell floor is sharper than it. He doesn’t move though. Doesn’t want to raise his head. Doesn’t want to see what has happened to him.
There’s quiet in the cell block after Jeremy's transformation. A heavy sense of dread hangs in the air as those who are awake take in the new found additions to their bodies. And those who haven't changed yet are trying in vain to keep themselves calm.
The silence doesn’t last long though when a group of guards suddenly come into the room. There's a rush of movement from the cells as the ones who have changed try to hide and the ones who are still going through the process push themselves away from their cell doors as far as possible. They are just like the scientists before and it's clear who their intended targets are this time as they make their way over to Alfredo and Trevor's cells. Two men stand at the entrance of each cell readying themselves to enter and all Trevor can do is press his back harder into the wall behind him. He's not much of a fighter, but he'll be damned if he makes this easier for them by going quietly. Alfredo on the other hand is happy to let them know how bad his stay has been.
The guards look at each other and nod and rip open the cell doors with precise synchronization. Two bodies rush into each cell and the sounds of struggle fill the block. Alfredo meets them head on trying to kick the legs out from under one of the guards, but the move allows for one of the guards to grab his leg and pull it out from under Alfredo. He falls on his back and lets out a grunt of pain as the back of his head smacks against the floor. Hands reach down to grab at him again, but this time he's ready for them. He pulls the reaching arm down and the guard along with it, landing a blow to the side of his head. The reaction is instant as the guard releases his hold on Alfredo, but it seems the other guard was prepared for that because Alfredo barely has time to think before the end of a stun baton is pressed into his stomach. He lets out a cry of pain as the skin under the baton tip burns from the electricity. His body instinctively curls around the spot to protect it, but during his distraction his arms are pulled behind his back and his wrists are cuffed.
“You sick fucks,” Alfredo snaps as the two guards pull him to his feet with vice-like grips on his arms.
In the next cell over Trevor lands a punch to one of the guard's faces as the other yanks him away from the wall. He lets the momentum carry him as he pulls the guard with him towards the now-open cell door. With another quick yank Trevor's able to free himself from the grasp of the two men and he sprints for the door leading out of the block. He's almost there, can almost taste the freedom when two sets of prongs are shot into his back coursing electricity through his body. Trevor lets out a pained yell as he falls to the floor. Before he can recover, his hands are twisted behind his back and he hears the snap of cuffs around his wrists.
“No, let me go!” Trevor yells out as he struggles against the cuffs. He had been so close.
The two guards pick him up until he's standing between them. He spits, and out comes another of his canines that had been loose for the past hour while the taste of blood fills his mouth.
"You try that again, son, and we'll kill you," one of the guards says from beside Trevor. The man’s tone holds no space for arguing. Trevor stays quiet, the fight now sapped out of him from such a close, but failed escape, and he and Alfredo are shoved out into a blinding corridor.
After being forced through what seems like a labyrinth, the two are thrust into an unfamiliar room, one that doesn’t look entirely different from a police interrogation room, with a full length, presumably two-way mirror to boot. Only this room doesn’t have a table and chairs. It doesn’t have anything at all, just the mirror and the buzzing of fluorescent lights to fill the air.
The door is slammed shut and locked behind them, startling them both. They look back at their only exit, then to each other.
Alfredo looks as terrible as Trevor feels. Beads of sweat trickle down his brow, yet his body shudders like it’s trying to break through a fever. Alfredo’s breaths are short and raspy, and one of his hands crawls through his hair to clutch at his aching scalp.
Trevor swallows. “I guess we’re next.”
Alfredo nods, casting his eyes back at the mirror, and at the two pitiful creatures reflected back. Trevor looks like he could collapse at any moment, and Alfredo… he hardly recognizes himself. He’s been here less than a day, conscious at least, but already his face looks worn, his eyes sunken, and his body feeble. Whatever is happening to him, it’s taken every ounce of strength it can from him.
Trevor catches Alfredo’s eyes in the mirror. “They’re watching us,” Trevor comments.
“Who?”
His companion only shrugs. Trevor’s not sure he’s got the strength to spare for a full conversation. Quietly, he leaves Alfredo’s side to lean against the far wall.
Alfredo paces a little, hoping the movement will at least alleviate some of his symptoms. It’ll be over soon, he tells himself. Gavin, Lindsay, Michael and Jeremy all recovered well, if not a little shaken. He just needs to get through this.
He pauses at the sound of a gasp and what he thinks is a choked back sob. “Trevor?” he asks, turning his head.
Trevor pushes back from the wall, his hands embedded in his hair. He doesn’t make it far - within three steps, he has collapsed to his hands and knees, and he screams. Alfredo watches in horror, his hands hanging in the space between them, unsure of what to do. The feeling of helplessness grips at his throat as he watches the man in front of him transform, his screams of pain echoing against the walls. He steps forward to offer something - anything to comfort Trevor - but is stopped short by a sudden pain radiating through his body.
“Not now!” Alfredo growls at the agonizing pain in his back, on his head and in his gums. “Not now! Not until Trevor’s…!” A scream is ripped from his mouth as he falls to his knees. Concerns of Trevor and the room they’ve been put into disappear when something starts to push through the skin of his scalp. He can hear the sound of coarse fur pushing from flesh, but he isn’t sure how he can pick up on such a small noise. He realizes with horror that it wasn’t the ears on the side of his head that were picking up on the sound, but the ones that are now sitting atop his head. With shaking hands he reaches up and feels coarse fur meet his fingertips. The ears twitch in response to his touch and with a yelp Alfredo pulls his hands back in fright.
“What the fuck? What the fuck whatthefuck,” Alfredo mutters to himself, trying to accept the fact that he now has damn ears growing out of his head.
“ALFREDO!”
Trevor’s scream is strained, and far, far too loud in Alfredo’s ears. Despite his own agony, he looks.
Trevor is kneeling and hunched over with his arms protecting his head, so Alfredo can’t exactly see much of his face, but he knows well enough that it must be twisted in pain. What he can see, in horrific detail, is the white tail that has forced itself from the bottom of Trevor’s spine.
“Tre…” Alfredo begins, only to hunch over and cry out at the pain in his own spine. It brings him to his hands and knees, and he is barely able to find the strength to look back at Trevor before Trevor finally succumbs to the pain and falls unconscious, crashing hard to land on his side.
The door to the room opens abruptly and in walks Dr. Rhodes, accompanied by three guards and a man in a suit. Not the kind of suit you would see someone wear in a ritzy restaurant, but the kind you would see someone in ‘Men in Black’ wear. The man has 'government' written all over him.
Alfredo is pushing himself off the floor and crossing the small room before he even realizes it, all the anger welling up inside him pushing him forward. "You did this to us, you bitch!" Alfredo yells. The doctor shows no sign of shock at the aggression directed towards her. She almost looks proud to see it.
Before he can take a step closer two of the accompanying guards come from behind her and grab his arms in grips tight enough to leave bruises. He thrashes around trying to knock the guards off of him before one of them pulls out their baton and promptly shocks him in the lower back. Alfredo yells out in pain, but it's not enough to dissuade him from trying to escape them. When they see that the electric shock doesn't affect him as it did before, one of the guards sweeps their foot underneath him causing him to fall to the ground. All the air rushes from Alfredo's chest at the hard impact against the floor.
His arms are twisted behind his back and the business end of a stun baton is being pressed into his neck. He watches as the suit turns his attention to Trevor, who has yet to wake up despite all the noise around him. His chest is rising and falling rapidly and there are occasional tremors running through his body.
A rumble rises in Alfredo’s throat. He doesn’t realize he’s growling for a while, and when he does, he simply doesn’t care. The sound spills into his voice when he warns, “Get away from him.”
The man pauses, staring at Alfredo not as if he is an equal, but as a curiosity. A wild animal that he’s never seen before. “Fascinating,” he says.
Dr. Rhodes couldn’t look happier. “Behavioral adaptations are just as important, if not more so, than the physical adaptations. In the wild, jackals can be fiercely protective of packmates. That sort of mentality is something we wanted to explore, and that’s why two canine hybrids were created.”
Alfredo’s growl continues. “Don’t talk like we’re fucking animals.”
Rhodes doesn’t respond. She just makes a gesture to one of her guards, and they pace around to place a heavy boot between Alfredo’s shoulder blades, pinning his head to the floor. He tries to fight back, to push up with his shoulders, but the change has sucked the strength out of his muscles. Worse, he is helpless as the man kneels by Trevor’s side.
“Don’t touch him!”
Alfredo’s demand goes ignored. The man’s fingers trace over the soft white fur of Trevor’s new tail, and then he lifts it, feeling the tail beneath the thick fur, and then lets it slump back to the ground through his hands. Watching sends a shiver of discomfort down Alfredo’s own spine and into the new tail he hasn’t even laid eyes on yet, but can certainly feel.
Next, the man’s thumb comes to Trevor’s face and lifts his upper lip to expose one of the new teeth that had grown in as Trevor changed. There’s something deeply unsettling to Alfredo about how dog-like that new canine looks. He licks at his own new canines, still bitter with the taste of iron, and winces.
Finally, the man’s hand runs over one of the small, white, pointed ears now sat in Trevor’s hair. It’s covered with the same white fur as his tail, and when the man clicks beside it, the ear twitches.
And so does Alfredo’s.
He’d shake his head to dispel the discomfort if he could. The movement felt both natural and entirely alien at the same time, and while he was certainly the one who moved his own ear, it was subconscious to the point of surprising him.
But not as much as Trevor’s sudden gasp and jolt. He wakes with a start, his eyes flashing open and around, trying to gather his bearings. The new ears atop his head pivot wildly, and while he may not notice it, his nostrils flare too.
He recoils back from the strange man and the doctor, scrambling desperately, only to fall back on his tail and let out a high-pitched yelp like a wounded animal.
His hand clamps over his mouth, then he twists and his tail flicks around his side to give him a better view of it. "Fuck!" he shrieks, scrambling to his feet and back against the wall in fright. His hands run through his hair, and sure enough, he finds hairs of a different texture sat on two unfamiliar ears.
"Fuck… FUCK! What have you done to me?! What happened…?!"
"Be quiet, mutt."
So afraid, Trevor does as commanded, only letting out a soft whine, until he notices Alfredo restrained to the floor. Caution goes to the wind at that, as Trevor moves to tackle the guard away from him. He doesn’t make it far before his arms are restrained too.
“No,” the doctor says, “Let them both go. They won’t hurt anyone. Not if they know what’s good for them.”
Alfredo’s relief is immediate, finally shoving off that boot and rolling onto his back to allow himself some deep breaths. Hardly a moment later, Trevor is kneeling over him, his head tipped inquisitively. “Are you okay?!”
Surely, Alfredo should be the one asking that question, given that it was Trevor who passed out from the shock. Then again, Alfredo feels atrocious, and for a moment, all he can do is give a weak thumbs up. “I’m good,” he pants, nodding. Then his eyes raise just a little at the flicker of one of Trevor’s new ears. “You uh…” Alfredo catches his breath, points and continues with a small smile. “You got something in your hair.”
Again, Trevor tips his head. “Is that a joke?”
“You and I just got turned part-dog. What, I can’t try and lighten the mood?”
It works - Trevor cracks, even if it’s barely a half-laugh that escapes him. But for a moment, he smiles, and that’s a victory in Alfredo’s books.
Unfortunately, Dr. Rhodes speaks before Trevor does, with the most infuriatingly proud grin on her face. “Jackals can also be incredibly playful. They…”
“Bitch, the fuck kind of stale-ass stick in the mud did you think I was before you drugged me up? You think I couldn’t crack a joke before you prodded me with a needle?” The expression of shock on the woman’s face would have made Alfredo laugh if not for the situation they were in.
Dr. Rhodes mouth thins into a line and continues her explanation. "Let's continue this discussion outside." She gestures to the guards, and then motions to the two canine hybrids. "Take them back to their cells - let them rest. I want every successful and recovered subject in the lab for tests in an hour."
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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years
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Through the Looking Glass Ruins. No preamble. Let's do this.
Oh, hey, I finally figured out how to do the "keep reading" thing! Neat!
So that's how they're explaining Willow not being in this, huh? Pixies must be a nasty piece of work.
Incidentally, I really hope we get a Willow-centered episode this season.
"What's the point of being good at this if I can't do anything good with it?" Helluva line
Gus lying on the floor groaning in frustration is a mood
Fuck yeah Gus has a Bad Girl Coven shirt
I don't know how King was talked into recording that "leave a message" bit, but I'm into it.
Hi Willow. Bye Willow.
Loving Luz's permutations of "Gus"
Okay but the whole library card bit implies Luz does this all the damn time.
I'd ask why not get her own, but then I remember who she lives with.
I must admit, it's somewhat jarring to see Gus so filled with self-doubt.
Braxus! (Not worried about his fate so I can just enjoy his presence)
So Construction = earthbending. I knew it!
I also knew that Warden Wrath and Braxus were related! Turns out Wrath is a single dad.
Yes, Gus, those are their tracks.
Mattholomule (God, I hate writing his name) simping over Bria, aka how some people are about Felicia Day. (No problem with her, for the record, I'm just being a smartass)
Gus is actually invited to the adventure rather than offering to come along? That's a refreshing change of pace.
How long was Luz holding her breath?!
It seems the call to adventure won't take no for an answer, Gus.
I know Gus crushing on Bria puts a damper on the Ace Gus headcanon, but consider: Ace Biromantic Gus!
Eda making headlines with her human market, we love to see it
Planet of Humans "Too implausible" lmao
Ah, there's hair down Amity! So good!
"Finally! I can learn how to summon the Dark Lord!"
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Luz is yearning
Do Ed and Em just...go around like that?
"Nah, looks like you've got that covered." So everyone just knows, cool cool.
Ooh, they/them date for Ed!
In this episode: blushing, and lots of it!
Also Luz is such a bi disaster it's great.
The twins definitely know what's up. Then again, Luz and Amity are not in the least bit subtle.
¡Más español!
Amity breaking the rules to help her gf? Now that's character development!
(Although it seems to me they could've just tried asking Malphas about that diary, but whatever)
"You have to do everything I say" I'm sure this won't come back to bite them.
Man, Matt really is quite little. Even Gus is taller than him now.
HADOKEN!
(Not sure if he figured out it was a fire glyph or if he was just guessing)
I say the buffing properties of illusion magic are underappreciated.
Ooh, what if the Galderstones were made by illusionists? That might help explain why illusions aren't boosted by them!
Forbidden Stacks really going hard, huh?
More blushing, always nice
So that's how Amity has her own secret room in the library.
Potential future date in the human realm is a powerful motivator, I see.
That "Don't tread on me" snake never said anything about poking.
Make the butterfly boi lookout, sure.
Beginning to think Bria is not as...nice as she puts on...
Grave robbing is a perfectly wholesome activity for teenagers, right?
Yup, I was right about Bria.
"Who's that Pokémon?!"
"Deadwardian Era" I love this show's wordplay
Y'know, considering all these ancient books have their own separate area, they are not kept in the best condition.
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This is still cute as hell.
So much for the being quiet part...
Of course Malphas talks like an old hippie. Why did I expect any different?
That whole exchange...I just...😭
The "doing stupid things," the dawning comprehension on Amity's face, Luz vowing in Spanish to make things right...so much to unpack here!
Also, I'm still waiting for Amity's turn to have a proper cry this season. That doesn't count.
"It's a faaaaake!" Callback to the Pokémon bit and a Star Trek DS9 reference? I am a master wordsmith!
(Disclaimer: I haven't really watched any Star Trek. Everything I know about it is through osmosis)
Strange, Gus seems less than thrilled by being hugged by a frazzled old man.
Illusionists guarding the Galderstones makes perfect sense, but unfortunately it does require that that fact not be widely known.
Call me crazy, but I think Bria was bullshitting when talking about "changing things for the better."
Wait, are they making Matt less of a shithead? I think I'm okay with this.
Oh, Angmar, a shame you have to hang with such a crowd.
Regardless of that development, I maintain that Angmar>Alador in the contest of butterfly bois.
Come on, Gavin, you can't seriously be falling for this. (Everything about this is hilarious. Big mustaches, man)
"I'm not dumb enough to fall for these tricks!" Give it a moment.
ANCIENT SINS ANCIENT SINS
Yeah, it's an obvious reference, but it's a good one, dammit!
Damn, Gus, going ham with all that. And the whole graveyard, to boot!
That's the thing about illusions, you can get super fucked up with them. Look what they got away with for a TV-Y7 rating!
Welp, Gustholomule just got some fuel.
Aw, sibling bonding moment.
"Is that so bad? You weren't happy before."
New hair color!
Luz is into it!
Ed and Em are us.
Time for lore!
Ah, conveniently timed wind blowing through Luz's hair, I see.
"Don't worry. You have a way of sneaking into people's hearts." This is some Kingdom Hearts bullshit and I am here for it!
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I think I spent all my freakout energy last night, so no all caps for the kiss.
Oh who am I kidding AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Luz's turn for dawning comprehension!
Amity's whole reaction to what she just did is 100000/10
The way Luz just sinks to the ground
So yeah, that was something, huh? Gus adventure and Lumity development! What more could you ask for?
(Maybe a few things, but we can talk about that elsewhere)
Anyway, I'll be doing this again next week! Probably sleep deprived as usual.
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mayflowers07 · 3 years
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Some fun facts and behind the scene notes about the ICBTOYC series because the next update is taking a bit longer then I would like, so here’s something to hold down the fort:
The title of the series comes from a lyric in the song Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE and Gavin DeGraw. It’s sort of the theme song of the series in my eyes and if you check out the song, you’ll understand why
Actually all of the fics have a song that inspired it. For most fics, the song’s lyrics ended up in the title, but some didn’t- Doc’s is Brother by Matt Corby, Iskall’s is Belong by X Ambassadors, Etho’s is False Confidence by Noah Kahn, Keralis’ is Two by Sleeping at Last, Cub’s is Guillotine by Jon Bellion, False’s is The Fixer by Brent Morgan, and Zedaph’s is Dreamland by Glass Animals
My favourite quote from the whole series so far is a tie “Apolllo you bitch, I never wanted this gift of prophecy. Take it back you coward” and “Mumbo tried to stop him and Ren just straight up barked at him, Mumbo looks so offended”
Some very early foreshadowing that may have been missed is that in Iskall’s fic, they say that Jevin doesn’t go with them to the party because he doesn’t like big public spaces. Jevin doesn’t like those spaces because- as we learn in his story- he hates his body and constantly feels different and judged
Speaking of Jevin’s fic, in it Wels says “we all have our own demons” and Hypno says “your brain has a way of distorting the world against you,” both of which are foreshadowing their own stories later on
In Cleo’s fic, False tells her “I’d give you all the time in the world if you needed it.” This is a direct quote of what Xisuma tells False in her fic, showing how what Xisuma told her and how he helped her really stuck with her and how she wanted to help Cleo in the same way
Yes, I do have the fics for Pearl and Gem planned out. It might just take a bit before we get there
Many people noted that ‘Zed’ was acting out of character in Hypno’s fic, but eagle-eyed readers may have been able to figure out that it was actually Ex before the reveal because Ex (under the disguise of Zed) tells Hypno in chat “you need help and I can’t be the one to give it to you” which is very very similar to when he told Zed in his fic “You need help from people who can give you what you need, constant support and love. I’m really not in a position to be that friend for you.”
The whole thing with Helsknight’s first episode did actually happen in this AU, it just never made it into the main series because no one used the code during it. The reason Wels didn’t use the code during it was because he was scared that no one was going to answer if he did, just like last time. This is also why Wels is so quick to trust Ex, because he thinks Ex is Xisuma’s Hels equivalent and Hels hermits are basically the darkest, most hidden away part of a person’s mind. Wels thinks X is the best person he knows, and there’s no way X could be that evil, so Ex can’t be that bad himself. Neither the assumption that Ex is a Hels Hermit, nor the assumption that Xisuma doesn’t have dark, twisted thoughts is correct.
Here are some alternative versions of stories that I almost wrote before I changed them for whatever reason: Keralis’ was going to be about him feeling like the other Hermits assume he’s stupid and getting upset by this before I fully started fleshing out the Ex storyline and decided to link it in, Scar was going to be the Vex fic instead of Cub, False’s was about her getting struck by lightning and nearly dying during MCC training and Cub having to use the code for her then feeling guilty about what happened in a two-parter (this idea later developed into Joe’s and Cleo’s), and Hypno’s went through many changes, first being about him feeling forgotten and alone because of a prank someone played on him, then being about him having a psychotic disorder and experiencing depersonalization and derealization
The reason Beef’s fic went how it did was because I knew I wanted a Canadian to get hypothermia for the irony but I had already picked Etho’s prompt so it ended up being Beef, which I think is hilarious
And in Beef’s fic, the reason he says his favourite song is Here Comes the Sun by the Beetles is because of the lyrics “Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter, Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here” and “Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear.” Think of this as gentle foreshadowing from me that everything was going to be okay by the end: the winter may have seemed cold and lonely and almost deadly for Beef but the sun was going to eventually come and a happy ending was on the horizon
3rd life is canon in this world but because it’s a permadeath AU, instead of it being a murder game, it’s essentially a giant game of lazar tag
My favourite fics in the series are Beef’s (was super fun to write) and Mumbo’s (still relatable af and a message I often have to remind myself)
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turnaboutfairplay · 2 years
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ace attorney characters who are scared of horror movies:
- ryuunosuke naruhodou. look just pretend he thinks The Arrival of a Train is a horror movie or whatever but he has “believes in ghosts” energy
- klavier gavin. i think he jumpscares easily but is mostly immune to psychological horror
- simon blackquill. "but he’s goth—” hear me out okay. aura tricked him into watching god i don’t know eraserhead or something when he was six and it haunts him to this day
- honorable mention: matt engarde. i think he wholeheartedly believes in the possibility of a zombie apocalypse
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I’m a few days late but, everybody in the crew trying to sneak fathers day presents to geoff without him seeing and getting all sappy knowing thats how they think of him?
Word count: 707
Warnings: none
The crew had been acting weird lately, or at least Geoff thought so. He'd asked Jack if she'd noticed the odd behavior but she just brushed it off, saying that Geoff was imagining things. Geoff was in no way imagining things, it had started with Jeremy they'd just stepped off the elevator, a bag swung over their shoulder. Upon seeing Geoff sitting on the sofa they went bug-eyed and pale. Moving quickly they headed for the hallway to the rooms.
"What's going on?" Geoff asked, his interest peaked by the sudden movement.
"Nothing." Jeremy stopped, looking away from Geoff.
"Bullshit, what do you have?" Geoff leaned forward a bit, smirking.
"Uhh, A KNIFE!" Jeremy pulled a knife out of their pocket and immediately booked it for the hallway.
"What the? DON'T RUN WITH KNIVES!" Geoff was left confused, bewildered, and just a tad concerned.
Slowly everyone else, besides Jack who no matter what insisted Geoff was imagining things, started acting in the same way. It was obvious that they were hiding something but Geoff didn't have a clue to what it could be. As quickly as the odd behavior began it died down, at least a bit. Everyone seemed calmer but there was still an edge of nervousness that hung in the air, and Geoff was getting restless, he didn't like the idea of the crew hiding something from him. His mind ran wild with different possibilities of what it could be, his dreams were plagued by these thoughts and it was affecting his sleep.
Geoff woke up rather early on Sunday morning, earlier than usual. Jack wasn't in bed and the smell of cooking food drifted in from the kitchen. Carefully Geoff got out of bed and quietly made his way towards the main area. Peering around the corner Geoff saw the entire crew was gathered around the Kitchen/Dining room/living room area. Jack, Fiona, and Jeremy were cooking while Michael and Gavin arranged presents on the dining room table, everyone else was sat in the living talking quietly.
"Do you think he's gonna like the gifts?" Matt asked.
"I'm sure he will, who doesn't like gifts?" Lindsay responded.
"Yeah, but it's not like it's for his birthday or Christmas, this is father's day, what if he doesn't return the feeling?" Alfredo spoke.
the room grew silent for a moment, everyone looked between each other, some biting their lips.
"I guess we'll just have to see," Trevor said
Geoff had tears welling up in his eyes. Not only did his crew think of him as a father, but they were also scared he wouldn't reciprocate the feeling. He took a step back with the intent to return to his room, but as he did he bumped into a potted plant, the ceramic pot fell over with a clunk. Everyone quickly turned their attention to the hallway where Geoff emerged from nervously.
"Hey, guys." Geoff wiped the tears from his eyes.
Everyone held their breath for a moment as Geoff caught them off guard. Jack was the first to speak.
"Well, looks like you ruined the surprise." She said jokingly.
Everyone laughed nervously.
"Is this why you guys have been acting strange?" Geoff questioned.
"We wanted to surprise you with breakfast and presents, but we had to get them in the penthouse without you noticing." Gavin explained.
"Well for a bunch of professional criminals you're very suspicious." Geoff laughed, more tears streaming down his face.
"Are you okay Geoff?" Jeremy asked.
"I'm perfectly fine, better than fine. You guys did all this for me? You didn't have to."
"But we wanted to. You're more than just our boss, you're like family, you're like a dad to us. So we wanted to show you that, we love you, Geoff." Lindsay spoke.
Geoff smiled hiccuping a laugh out between deep breaths.
"I love you guys too, you're the greatest family a man could ask for. Now come here." Geoff opened his arms gesturing for everyone to come close.
Smiling widely everyone made their way to Geoff, all of them coming together in a big hug. Geoff cried more as he held onto as many people as he could get in his arms. This was the greatest day of his life.
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