#fahc jack

[jxcowlick]

Quick sketch with color pencil. Also I didn't look at any references, just based it off of my vague memory from a few years ago lmaoo

#fahc #achievement hunter #fahc jack #fake achievement hunter crew #jack pattillo #gta 5

[urfavesarequadranted]

Geoff Ramsey and Jack Pattillo from the Fake AH Crew are moirails!

#fahc geoff #fahc jack #fake ah crew #fahc #moirails #jackeoff #rage happy #mod lollie #lollies requests #cw homestuck #ragehappy

[namnworb]

Jack Pattillo from Achievement Hunter / Fake AH Crew

#jack pattillo #Fake AH Crew #fahc jack #fahc #rtah #achievement hunter #transparent #free to use

[heisttheblackflag]

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

#fahc #this was genuinely just for fun but I cracked myself up doing it #and I ran it past my Californian gf who doesn’t really know a lot about fahc but they agreed w me based on what they do know #jeremy #michael #gavin #alfredo #trevor #matt #Joe #bk #Ky #Lindsay #and yes I didn’t include Geoff or Jack bc they’re no longer part of my fahc sorry #bonus points though: Weems is from Mountain View Larry is from Dublin Shelby is from Daly City Ash is from Union City #also I feel like bk ky or fredo could be from Oakland as well but idk I like what I went with #original

[lime1991]

“Race washing real people” those are not real people they’re characters from a minecraft roleplay.

#I’ve been watching YouTubers roleplay in minecraft and gta long before the dsmp came into existence #if half the AH fandom could hc fahc!jack as a trans woman and draw fahc!gavin with darker skin #then you all can fucking DEAL when someone does it to your little minecrafters #SUCK IT UP BITCH matter fact I’m gonna do it more lol

[specialofficerlemons]

FAHC socialite Jack that uses her money and connection to hold batshit fundraisers

#FAHC #femjack #jack pattillo #I've had this idea many times but it is now extra life again so it's coming back

[sunnflow3rshowers]

Rp Search

In this year of Our Lord 2023, Omegle has fallen. (RIP) So here I am, laying all of this out, desperate to find more rp partners. I am 27, so I am only really interested in rping with people that are 21+. I am interested in both fandom and OC rps, depending on the mood and all of that. I will list the fandoms I'm looking for, as well as who I play, and general themes. I am a third person, literate roleplay, I stick to 1-2 paragraphs, but the length can always fluctuate depending on the roleplay and my roleplay partners. When it comes to RPs, I like them light and soft. I also like them dark and heavy, with lots of Whump, Angst, and Hurt/Comfort, as well as some darker themes that would require trigger warnings, all of which will be discussed privately, of course.

I prefer MxM for fandom rps, although there are some small exceptions for specific ships. I"m more open to MxF and FxF, and other pairings with more OC rps. With most Fandom Rps, I am looking for Shipping Rps, aka a Merthur rp, Kylux Rp, etc

Fandoms!

Fandom: Who I play

Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski The Old Guard: Nicky Star Wars: Luke Skywalker, Armitage Hux Umbrella Academy: Klaus Stranger Things: Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins The Witcher: Jaskier Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin ATLA: Sokka Our Flag Means Death: Lucius Spriggs Gotham: Oswald Cobblepot Merlin: Merlin Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid Hannibal: Will Graham Arcane: Viktor Spider-Man: Peter Parker (NOT MCU) GOT: Sansa (only paired with Sandor Clegane) The Eternals: Makkari (only paired with Druig) Detroit Become Human: Connor Good Omens: Aziraphale Agents of Shield: Fitz (as gay and not paired with Simmons) FAHC: Jack (fem) Yugioh: Joey Wheeler Person of Interest: Harold Finch Haikyuu: Suga, kenma X-men: Charles Xavier The Boys: Hughie White Collar: Neal The Goldfinch: Theo Hunter X Hunter: Kurapika, Shalnark Barry: No-ho Hank IT: Eddie Hawaii 5-0: Danny Daredevil (netflix): Foggy, James Wesley Fantastic Beasts: Credence Vikings: Athelstan OC Fandoms! Hit me up if you want to talk about rps in any of these. In these sorts of rps I am 110% down to double up if you play canon against my oc, all of which can be talked and discussed privately! Marvel Xmen GOT Star Wars Barry General Rps! I am a huge fan of brainstorming rps with general themes! Fantasy Horror Drama Sci-fi Cyberpunk Etc! Please please just reach out and I'm always going to be happy to brainstorm! If you made it this far, thank you so much! If you are interested, like this, leave a comment, send me a dm, or add me on discord @ sunnflow3rshowers !

#fandom rp #roleplay finder #roleplay search #geraskier #kaysanova #kylux #steter #sterek #joe/nicky #fiskley #athelnar #gravebone #gredence #gradence #mcdanno #butchie #Reddie #violetshipping #uvoshal #leopika #skysolo #Stonathan #harringrove #bygrove #kliego #Hartwin #Thilbo #zukka #ofmd #gobblepot

[sorcererinthestars]

I've been doing some thinking about classic FAHC and I've been binging Leverage and I just wanted to sort of share my redefined ideas about the roles people have on the crew. It's much more blended than the original fahc where everyone had distinct roles. In the "new" FAHC: Geoff has sort of taken a back seat. He's around and still 100% has his fingers in the pie but Trevor is now the Mastermind of the organization. It's him who really plans the heists and really sits down to work them out. Trevor is also partially a frontman and mainly (in my head), their Thief. I see him in a pair of leather gloves to cover his (metaphorically) sticky fingers, smoothly talking to someone or stealing a keycard from their pockets. He's just as comfortable in the vents as he is directing the crew. Ky is also a huge protege with Trevor, working hard in the background to learn the job of the mastermind and producing a heist from start to finish.

Jack is still in the crew, of course, but has sort of taken a bit of a step back with Geoff. She's there to drive the getaway car but has left the more dangerous pieces with the younger crew, although she's still on hand to patch them up when they get themselves into Situations. She's the Getaway Driver and the Medic.

Michael is sort of the Head Dog in the Hitter pack, which encompasses Joe and Alfredo as well. Michael's a hands-on Brawler, down to fight, but also enjoys teaching the other two. Joe is also a Brawler, just gets in there, but Alfredo is sort adjacent as their Sniper. He's better from a distance, a sharp-shooter, although with Michael's influence he can get a bit fighty up front (where Trevor has to drag him back to the plan). What surprises them is how much Ky gets involved in the physical parts of the crew and how she ain't afraid to throw a punch. Of course, when needed, they can always count on Lil J to throw up and wreck shop when he's in town.

Gavin is their frontman and is their Grifter. He's the one that runs the longer cons, the one who can wear a million hats and pivot on a dime to charm even the most reluctant of Marks. He's left the hacking mainly to Matt, who acts as the main crew Hacker. He not only manages the basic hacking but is good with gadgets. BK also focuses mainly on being a secondary Grifter, providing the feminine energy to Gavin. The two can make a very deadly pair when set on crews together. BK is also a pretty powerful sharpshooter when she needs to be.

The thing about Lindsay is that they are truly still, as always, the Wildcard. Lindsay will brawl when they need to, they will grift and be incredible at it, putting on any voice and nailing it. They are very good at planning heists (especially when they need the element of surprise) and really can fit in any role. Ace of Spades, they are.

Thoughts?

#fahc #i haven't written an update post for fahc in a long time #but honestly #i will die on this hill

[bdbriggs]

Two Truths and a Lie - FAHC

(holy shit guys I wrote a Fake AH Crew fic for the first time since 2020) It was always going to end this way.

The end is the true beginning.

It begins with a card.

 Two truths and a lie. The lie is not the one you expect.

Michael idly flips the card between his fingers. It’s a pretty thing, creamy white with golden script, bright white lace-like designs sprawling across the length of it. Two words on one side: be there. An address, date, and time on the other. What Michael should do is throw the card out and pretend he never saw it, pretend that it got lost in the copious junk mail that plagues his apartment mailbox. He should stay on the far, far side of town on that day and time, avoid sticking his nose into whatever is going on. He should expect that it’s a trap, a setup, a bad fuckin’ idea.

He should do a lot of things. Curiosity and cats, and all that, but here’s the thing; nobody ever remembers the end of that saying. Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but satisfaction brought it back.

Sue him. He’s curious.

And why shouldn’t he be? An inconspicuous little business card lands on his welcome mat. Solicitors leave pamphlets and business cards and shit by his door all the time—this one shouldn’t be special. The golden script, though. That makes him pause. Makes him consider. Makes him weigh his options carefully.

And in the end, there’s really only one thing to do.

See, gold is a recurring theme in Los Santos. It’s nothing out of the ordinary considering the millionaires, billionaires, movie stars, models, gold diggers, yada yada—the city is full of rich folks and folks wanting to be rich. Every third guy on the street has a gold watch. Every other lady has something gold—a ring, a necklace, whatever. Movie stars and gang leaders and girls dressed to the nines—they’re all flaunting golden jewelry, exotic cars, fancy clothes.

So why, then, did the color gold become such a tell in the city’s underground?

Michael can’t pinpoint the moment it started. Spray paint, metal plating, smoke, and ink. Something dripping gold sunk its fingers into the city in a way Michael’s never seen before. And while he hasn’t been in Los Santos overly long, he can tell you it’s not the norm. It wasn’t like this in Liberty City or in Jersey, certainly, and it wasn’t like this when he first arrived in LS. The city was gritty. Grey. The pollution is so thick you can feel it between your teeth, like grit after a fight or soot from an explosion. The cement buildings are grey, grey like the fog over the ocean, like the bleak alleyways and bleaker lives of the average people who live here. The first touch of gold was like a breath of fresh air in comparison.

Something stirs in the city of saints, and Michael wants to be there when it wakes.

 Jack’s cleaning up shop when she sees it. A little white business card, fluttering in the cool breeze provided by one of three fans she’s got spread in her garage. Every time there’s a heat wave, power cuts out in her neighborhood. There’s little to do besides power up the generator, grab a beer, and settle down to work on her cars. Machines are easy. People, less so. It’s for this reason Jack owns a garage—people drive cars, sure, but they don’t pay her to talk. They pay her to fix.

It’s odd, then, when this little white card flutters towards her, skipping along the floor with a bounce in its step that Jack hasn’t seen in years. This city has a way of beating people down. Even the lucky ones like her have fallen on rough times, and the golden script on the card is therefore what catches her attention.

Four words: I have an idea. A location, date, and time on the other side. Jack considers the card carefully before slipping it in the pocket of her shorts.

It’s a bad idea, is what it is. There’s no reason she should go looking for trouble. Times are hard, even for the lucky ones like her. But the gold script gives her pause.

There’s been a shift in the city, these last few years. Jack has lived here long enough to have felt it. It’s no different than a little rolling earthquake; the rolling sensation means it’s far away, but it shifts the ground and everything on top of it. Sometimes things fall, and sometimes the walls or pavement crack, but life goes on around the reminders of that little split-second event.

The evidence remains, however. Something has settled into the city, cracking the pavement and the walls, and slowly the cracks have filled with gold. Kintsugi, it’s called, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Few people would look at the withered and broken city of saints and deem it worthy of repair, but something has. Gold slithers into the city like snakes, and it leaves its mark on things. An influx of exotic cars. Looser lips at the bar by the racetrack. The wealthy place bets like never before, on cars, on racers, and Jack notices.

If she has a chance to see where all this gold is coming from—why shouldn’t she?

 Jeremy’s lip curls up into a snarl when a waitress brings them a drink with a business card underneath it. She’s already disappeared back into the throng of the club, or they would have called her out on it. Jeremy lifts their beer in one hand and flicks the business card with the other, watching as it twirls away with a flash of gold.

Wait.

Jeremy reaches out with the toe of one boot and slides it back to their chair, picking it up carefully and quickly. The card itself is white with lacy designs spread across it. On one side is a time and location. The other side reads, Nice job out there =) Bored yet?

It draws an honest-to-god snort out of Jeremy. They take a sip from their beer and tuck the card in their pocket.

Not many people know what Jeremy does. Rimmy Tim is a fair bit different from Jeremy, with the wild getup and crazy colors and loud vehicles. Rimmy Tim just finished a job up in Sandy Shores, their fists deployed against a handful of rednecks with guns and drugs. Jeremy, on the other hand, because that’s who they are tonight—Jeremy has a job as a pizza delivery person and two clueless roommates they’re lucky enough to count as friends.

So who in the world figured out that Jeremy is Rimmy Tim, and vice versa?

It should be upsetting. It is, to a degree, but not in the way Jeremy would expect. Whoever sent the business card clearly wants something. The location and time are evidence of that. And Rimmy Tim just had a spectacular time with a drug bust. It’s more than likely that whoever is behind this wants their particular skillset. But why approach Jeremy, when Rimmy Tim is plenty easy to find on the frequent jobs they take? Why go through the effort?

The gold inscription on the card calls to mind a particular golden gun. Rimmy Tim has only seen it a few times, and never the person wielding it. It’s small. Silenced. And the hands holding it never miss a shot. The golden gun means a swift end to whatever opposes it, and not in the way that a bullet means death. No; that golden gun stops gang wars in their tracks, assassinates the most corrupt politicians, brings genuine fear into the eyes of the LSPD.

Jeremy sips their beer and steadies themself. Whoever is behind that golden gun is worth standing beside. Things in Los Santos are about to get interesting.

 Trevor stares slack-jawed at the wallet in his hands. He’s got half a mind to chuck it off the pier and into the waves below, because it’s way too good to be true. Muggings don’t usually score him one thousand dollars. Either his unfortunate victim was loaded, or this is a setup. He shuffles through the bills quickly, and ah-ha! There’s a little white business card nestled between them.

Want more? It says in smooth golden script. The other side simply lists an address along with a date and time.

Trevor definitely should throw the wallet off the pier. He does, upon further consideration, but only after tucking the bills and card into his pocket. He may be an idiot, but he isn’t stupid enough to pass up what appear to be ten real hundred-dollar bills. After a quick scan of his surroundings, Trevor steps back into the crowds and blends right in. His victim is a quarter mile up the beach, and the LSPD have already given up their search for the mugger. Unfortunate, really.

Could his so-called victim have been the person behind the gold and white card? He wasn’t anything special looking. Messy brown hair so light it bordered on dark blonde, expensive sunglasses, nice clothes. One of Los Santos’ elite, or more likely the kid of one of Los Santos’ elite. Some rich shmuck with more money than sense who poked his nose where it didn’t belong. At least, that’s what Trevor understood from looking at the guy, and his intuition is rarely wrong. See, Trevor’s good at figuring people out. He’s good at finding what makes them tick, at learning how they move and act, and he’s even better at using that knowledge against them. Muggings are easy, then; give him a target, and he can have them all figured out after a few hours of observation. This guy was no different.

So why, then, is Trevor so unnerved by the presence of a little white business card?

The golden script gets his brain going. He pulls out the card again and turns it over and over in his hands, studying it. It’s high quality. The golden text is actually engraved into the creamy white paper, and a textured finish has been added overtop the card in a pattern akin to lace. Someone spent a pretty penny to make this card.

Someone with more money than sense.

Trevor considers this. Considers the fact that this job was a setup, and not an ordinary mugging. His judgement of character is rarely wrong—but perhaps he saw what was meant to be seen, and not what was truly there.

He smiles and whistles as he walks back to his apartment. It’s not the end of the world; he’ll just have to get a second look. And he has a convenient little card that gives him such an opportunity.

 Matt is going to scream.

Something’s wrong with his tech. And that’s decidedly not normal. He’s built eighty percent of this stuff himself. He knows his computers and his network better than the back of his hand. Nothing should ever go wrong with it to the point he can’t fix it.

Matt curses under his breath and locks his door. His roommates are home and he’d really rather not have them barge into his, uhm, gaming setup while shit’s going haywire. His lights turn off suddenly, plunging the room into darkness. Matt flicks the switch on and off a few times—no power. And it’s odd, too, because he can hear Jeremy and Trevor playing a video game in the living room. The apartment itself still has power.

It’s just Matt’s setup that doesn’t.

The thought sends an icy chill down his spine. He’s compromised. Someone found his location and managed to out-hack the hacker. Names and faces flit through his mind along with hastily cobbled-together escape plans. Who could have figured him out? Honestly, the weakest links in the chain are his roommates, but he’s been so careful and neither Jeremy nor Trevor have seemed off lately. And they’re perfectly fine in the next room, arguing loudly over Halo.

So who…?

Without warning, the printer comes to life with a godawful clattering sound. Matt shrieks and whirls around to face the offending machine. Fuck, he needs a new printer. If that thing made his whole goddamn side of the apartment short out…

But no, it appears someone is fucking with him after all. The printer happily slops ink on the fake ID he’d been in the middle of designing, spitting the card out with a horrid rattling scream. Matt picks the card up with shaky fingers and flinches when the lights flick on again, allowing him to read what’s been printed.

Lovely little place, it reads in golden ink. The other side lists a day and location.

The computer flickers back to life along with the rest of Matt’s tech. All of his screens should be displaying CCTV footage, but each individual camera’s footage has been replaced with a stylized sunglasses emoji, gold lines stark against a black backdrop.

Matt sits down at his desk and smiles sharply at the screens. Game on, motherfucker.

 Jack scouts the area from her Entity. It’s a nondescript little building up the Great Ocean Highway, well outside of town. She pulls into the nearby gas station at sunset, buys a soda and some snacks, and settles in for a stakeout. She doesn’t plan to go in, but she plans to see who does. She’s got a gun in each of her thigh holsters, a full tank of gas, and a pair of sharp eyes that miss nothing.

The sun sinks below the waves and casts a lovely pink hue across the sky. The light fades slowly to purple, then grey, then the inky blue of night. Stars wink into existence. The time stamped on the white business card in golden script fast approaches, and one man approaches the building across the highway on foot.

 Michael eyes the run-down building by the side of the highway as he approaches. It’s old and worn and grey, and from the looks of it, nobody’s been living or working there for a long while. The windows that aren’t boarded up have been shattered. Headlights from the highway illuminate a sea of glass on the concrete foundation. The back corner of the building is nearty tucked into the hillside with a high concrete wall with thick barbed wire warding off any attempts at break-ins. He can’t see inside, but Michael would bet money that there’s no easy way into that back corner from the inside, either.

And Michael has never been the lockpick kind of guy.

He hefts his rocket launcher with a grin, aims, and fires.

 Matt’s in.

Despite being abandoned for twelve years and eight months, someone has kept a CCTV camera running in a little decrepit building on the coast. The building itself used to belong to some loan servicing company that went out of business. Everything useful seems to have been stolen from the building, according to LSPD reports responding to break-ins. Except—Matt found plans, blueprints for a room in the back of the building. It has no entryway.

Seems like someone had something to hide.

Matt watches the camera like a hawk for days leading up to the date printed on the card. Nothing changes until five minutes prior to the printed time, when an explosion rocks the building and debris tumbles down the hallway. Through the opening provided, a solitary figure slips inside.

 Trevor slinks through the shadows and into the previously sealed room. Someone had blown it open from the far side, causing the rest of the wall to cave in. It allows Trevor to get inside easily. The explosion was a surprise, yes, but Trevor knew there was a possibility of others being here, of this being another part in the setup he’s allowed himself to walk into. The thousand bucks he got the other day will keep him and his roommates fed for several months, easy, but if there’s more…

Well. Trevor knows people. And he knows how to keep them away from his score. Whoever fired the rocket will wait for a response before entering. The woman staking out the place at the gas station has a loud car that he’ll hear long before it approaches his position. And the buff guy with the gun and parachute backpack crouched high on the hillside above will have to get past both of them in order to get down here. Unless—unless they’re teamed up. Shit.

A thump on the roof has Trevor regretting every decision that led him here. He pulls out his pistol and backs himself into a corner, surveying the room around him. Nothing stands out, no briefcase, no vault, no treasure. Nothing to hide behind. He grits his teeth and flicks off the safety.

 Jeremy’s pretty sure they’ve got about thirty seconds before the guy with the rocket launcher reaches the building. So, they do the most stupid thing and jump in ahead of him, hoping to secure whatever’s in the sealed room and make a stand inside. Maybe not the brightest idea when they’re up against a rocket launcher, but they’re banking on the hope that rocket-launcher-guy wants this score as badly as they do. Jeremy dives into the room and eats a bullet with their vest.

“Oh, ass!” Jeremy shrieks. They scramble further into the room, away from rocket-launcher-guy, only to roll out of the way of a second shot. Fuck, oh fuck, the gunman is inside the room!

An engine roars. Heavy footfalls in the rubble outside draw closer, closer, and Jeremy swallows thickly. Rocket-launcher-guy comes into view with his own gun in hand, and while it briefly points at Jeremy, it quickly trains on the gunman further in the room.

Fuck. Jeremy whips out their own pistol and points it at the gunman, wincing at the realization that a CCTV camera is pointed directly at the commotion. Not only that, but there are more footsteps making their way through the building.

Oh, they are so fucked.

 Jack’s glad she brought multiple guns. She trains one on the tall and thin gunman in the corner of the room, and one on the garishly colored guy crouched in the rubble to her right. The man who’d blown the building open snarls at her, and aww, isn’t that cute?

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jack demands. “What’s the big idea?”

The gunman in the corner shrinks in on himself. Poor guy has three guns trained on him at the moment. Jack doesn’t envy him.

“Fuck!” the guy blurts. “I came for the score! Jesus Christ, you guys can have it!”

The gunman to Jack’s right freezes. “I’m sorry, Trevor?!”

Trevor, if that’s his name, points his gun at the walking fashion disaster. “Jeremy?” he demands.

As if by some unspoken agreement, both of them move. Trevor points his gun at Jack; Jeremy points their gun at rocket-launcher-guy.

“Dude,” rocket-launcher-guy says. “Which of you told me to be here? This is confusing as fuck.”

Nobody answers.

Rocket-launcher-guy does a double take. “Wait, seriously? Then who the fuck was it?”

“Wasn’t me,” Jeremy says. “But I bet you it’s whoever is watching through the CCTV camera.”

Jack looks over her shoulder and, sure enough, there’s a camera pointed right at them. Shit.

“Nope,” a distorted male voice says through whatever shitty intercom system was left in the building. “I also would like to know what the hell is going on.”

Jack lowers her guns. “Did none of you send the business card?”

Rocket-launcher-guy lowers his own gun and fishes a white card out of his jacket pocket. “Not me,” he says.

Jeremy and Trevor lower their guns and pull out their own white cards.

“I got one, too,” the guy on the intercom says. “Someone used my printer to print it out.”

Jack holsters her guns and frowns. “What was the score, anyways?”

Trevor shrugs. “I dunno,” he admits. “I mugged a guy with a grand in his wallet, plus the card. I figured there’d be money in this place.”

Jack fishes out her own card and shows it to them. “That’s not what mine said.”

Rocket-launcher-guy crosses his arms. “So there’s nothing here? Well, that fuckin’ blows.”

“Aww, Michael,” a new voice coos. Jack whirls around and has both guns up and aimed at the newcomer before he can blink. “I wouldn’t say there’s nothing.”

Jack hears the sounds of guns being raised behind her, but the newcomer seems completely unintimidated. He leans back against the wall of the hallway, arms crossed loosely over his chest, smirk on his face. He’s got messy brown hair, a blue dress shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He’d look completely uninteresting if not for the golden sunglasses, the golden gun holstered at his hip, the golden watch on one wrist.

“You’re the guy I mugged,” Trevor says. “Who the hell are you? And what do you want?”

The golden boy grins. “I had this idea,” he says. “There’s this lovely little place that’s never successfully been broken into. I’ve robbed every other bank in the city. I’m bored. I want more. And I need a crew if I’m going to pull this off.” His grin turns sharp, menacing. “Will you be there?”

 Los Santos has a way of beating even the most stubborn and resilient of its citizens down. It’s easy to get lost in the grit and grey of the city, what with the pollution and fog and bleak concrete everywhere you look. But something, someone, looked at the city and saw an opportunity. A fresh start.

The end is the true beginning. And it was always going to end this way.

 The true beginning, then, was not with the card.

#fahc #achievement hunter #fake ah crew #rooster teeth

[uy8hg-art]

A Shoulder to Lean On

It’s been a minute but it’s time for @rtwritingcommunity secret springfairy! Happy Springfairy, @shadeofazmeinya​ !

Prompt: Recovering from an injury (nothing drastic). And of course the best medicine is cuddles and comfort food in bed. Could be an injury from an accident, a fight (like in fahc au), or in protecting one another.

Summary: When a heist fails in a big way, no one is exactly pleased. But Michael notices that Gavin is even less pleased than the others, and decides to investigate what's got his friend down.

Preview:

To say the heist didn’t go well would be an understatement. The Fake AH Crew had had their fair share of chaotic heists, but this was a new record just for how poorly things could go. It hadn’t even happened in a fun way that they could laugh about later, but in a just downright Not Good way. Somehow, the cops had gotten tipped off about their plan, so the crew aborted Plan A in favor of Plan B before they’d even started. This normally would have been fine, as none of them could remember a time that something hadn’t gone wrong, except this time, they’d been on a time crunch. Plan B was nowhere near as well researched or planned as Plan A had been, and thus, a whole bunch of their information was just plain wrong. This would also normally be fine, since improv was what they did best, except the universe was extra not in their favor that day. Their comms system hadn’t been stable, and every warning they tried to yell at each other sounded like they were going through the world’s longest tunnel that was also somehow underwater. To add to this, no one felt at the top of their game physically, which could most likely be blamed on the intense Wii Sports competition the night prior.

So yes. The heist had ended before they’d even made it to their prize. Not the finest day for the Fake AH Crew.

“That sucked,” Michael declared to the silent car for the fifth or sixth time as they drove lazily around the upper hills of Los Santos. They didn’t know if anyone was following them, and as much as everyone wanted to get to the penthouse and sleep for the next year, they needed to make sure they weren’t leading the cops right to them. Jack had taken half the crew in her minivan for a tour down by the water, while Geoff had taken the other half and squeezed them into a small hybrid car to venture into the hills. “How did that go so bad?”

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#uy8hg writes #ah fanfic #ah fanfiction #rtwriting

[fakeahgems]

disclaimer: very old au

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

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

fahc gems:

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

#fahc gems #fahc au

[heisttheblackflag]

I dunno if I’m gonna do anything with this but hey Ocean’s 11 au:

Danny: Trevor

Rusty: Gavin

Basher: Michael

Yen: Jeremy

Saul: Lindsay

Reuben: Alfredo

Frank: BK

Malloy twins: Matt and Jack

Linus: Ky

Livingston: Joe

#fahc #ocean’s 11 #rtah #ursifors #fornhaus #is it perfect? no but it’s fun and I think I mapped it p well #good combo of their irl personalities & fahc personas #jeremy #michael #gavin #trevor #matt #alfredo #lindsay #joe #bk #ky #Jack #original

[thegirlofmanythings]

HELLA HYPED FOR AH LIVE LETS GOOOOOOO

I’m gonna be at the SF show next Saturday I’m so excited aaaaaaaaa!!!!!!! If you’re going and you see me pls say hi 🥺

#my stuff #Achievement Hunter #achievement hunter cosplay #ahfanart #fake ah crew #fahc #fahc cosplay #fahc Jack #I’m absolutely blasting all my socials with this cosplay lmaoo

[ace-beef]

here’s my FAHC Jack cosplay! thought I’d post them here as well as twitter and tiktok since a decent portion of my blog’s content is AH stuff plus I’m super happy with how it turned out!

#this is the cosplay y’all!! #wasn’t planning on fully showing her off today #but here we are #achievement hunter #rooster teeth #fahc #fake ah crew #fahc jack #fahc cosplay #fahc jack cosplay #fake ah crew jack #fake ah crew cosplay #jack pattillo #achievement hunter cosplay #beef speaks #beef cosplays

[cornfields-and-bad-dreams]

For writing ideas, what about fahc geoff first meeting jack when she helps him get out of a botched robbery and that’s how they form a team?

So I finally got around to finishing this. It's probably not my greatest work but it's something.

Rating: Teen and up.

Warnings: Mention of blood and Knives.

Word Count: 1,100.

Jack wasn't entirely sure how she ended up working as a maid, but she did. Cleaning up after rich people was unbearable, her feet and back would ache after the long days spent working. The rich clientele were insufferable, these people obviously had never had to do anything for themselves, they would leave the biggest messes imaginable. On top of it all, they were assholes through and through, plus they didn't even pay well. Despite it all, a job is a job, and when you're in a city like Los Santos living ain't cheap, so any money Jack could get was greatly needed.

Jack woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand, checking the time her clock read 4:00 A.M. Groaning she reached over to see who it was. The contact photo for one of the houses she worked at greeted her on the screen.

"What now?" Jack sighed, not only was it early but it was supposed to be her day off.

Answering the phone Jack listened as the Lady prattled on about how they had a big party last night and were supposed to be heading for the airport soon so someone needed to clean the house, and if Jack would oh so kindly do it they'd pay her double the normal amount. Putting on a happy voice Jack agreed and asked when they'd like her to come in.

At 7 o'clock Jack got out of bed and by 8 she was at the house. Entering Jack was met with an unsurprising mess, the place was trashed and of course, it was her job to clean it. Starting in Jack began picking up and throwing away all the trash, she hadn't been at it very long when the sound of movement upstairs caught her attention. She was sure the lady had said no one was going to be home. Despite her better judgment, Jack proceeded up the stairs to the second floor in search of the source of the noise. Jack's first clue that something was horribly wrong was the sight of blood leading from one of the bedrooms to a bathroom. The sound of water soon drifted out from behind the almost but not quite closed door. Now Jack is not one to frighten easily and living in Los Santos had left her a bit desensitized to certain things, this shouldn't have been one of them but somehow Jack retained a calm composure and proceeded towards the door. Pushing it open Jack was met with a sight she hadn't expected. Leaning over the sink was a heavily tattooed man holding a towel against some sort of wound on his upper right arm. The man's head shot up at the sound of the opening door, his eyes were wild yet sunken, and his face seemed pale, overall the man looked rough. The man dropped the towel as he backed up away from Jack. Fishing a knife out of his pocket he slid it open and pointed it at her.

"Stay back, I don't wanna hurt you."

Jack threw her hands up and took a step back.

"Alright, I'm not gonna try anything."

The two of them stood there a moment in silence, the man seemed shaky, Jack wasn't sure if it was nerves or blood loss but either way, Jack knew that the situation was tense.

"Can I ask what you're doing here?" Jack spoke softly.

"I could ask you the same, wasn't supposed to be anyone here."

"I'm a maid, I got a call asking for me to come in today, supposed to be my day off but they offered double my usual fee. Now, you?"

The man let a breath out through his nose, the man's shoulders sank a bit as he seemed to relax. He still held the knife, but he brought it down to his side.

"It was supposed to be a quick job, in and out in less than an hour, grab whatever we could and bolt. Unfortunately, my partners had other plans. They shot me and left me here. No honor among thieves they say." The man looked at the gunshot wound. "It's just a flesh wound, so I guess I'm lucky in that regard."

Jack had lowered her hands and was playing with the bottom of her shirt nervously. She thought carefully about her words.

"Maybe you should sit down, you're not looking too good."

The man looked back up at her.

"What do you care?"

The question was more confused than suspicious.

"Fair question, I'd just hate to see you faint or something."

The man laughed lightly and nodded his head. He made his way over to the tub and sat down on the edge, Jack stepped forward into the bathroom more to keep eye contact with him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Jack, Jack Pattillo. You?"

The man waited a moment, thinking, before finally answering.

"Geoff Ramsey."

Jack nodded leaning against the sink.

"It's nice to meet you, unexpected, but nice."

Geoff laughed and finally put away the knife.

"Likewise. So, how's this gonna go? I take it you'll have to call the cops, and to be honest I'm not in shape to be making a run for it. You just want to talk until the cops get here?"

Jack gave a confused look and laughed.

"Who said anything about calling the cops? Honestly, I don't give a damn about you being here, the people who live here are fucking assholes and in my opinion, I'd find it very funny for them to get robbed."

"Really?" Geoff was surprised.

"Really. I don't see too much difference between you and me. We might have different ways of making money, but I'd bet we're in the same boat when it comes down to it."

"You are something special, you know that?" Geoff grinned.

"Thanks. Now, if you're still interested in getting something out of this, I know where they keep a bunch of expensive family heirlooms. He'll I'll drive ya where ever you wanna go too."

"You're serious?" Geoff was hesitant.

"Look, I'm not gonna turn ya in, and I'll probably get in trouble for that, so if I'm getting in trouble might as well go the whole mile."

Geoff stood up and threw his arm around Jack.

"Why don't you join me? I feel like I can trust ya, and I'm definitely in the market for a new partner. I got a feeling we could go far together."

Jack laughed and threw her arm around Geoff in return.

"Why not? I'm sick of being a maid."

#fahc #fahc geoff #fahc jack #achievement hunter #my writing

[peantutbutter]

christ puncher

#fahc #fahc jack #fake ah crew #achievement hunter #ah fanart #fahc jack's christ puncher outfit makes my wlw heart go doki doki #my art