#achievement hunter minecraft au

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Word Count: ~200

A/N: @seasonaldelightsbingo @julybreakbingo for the pre-july bingo!

There are stories in these hills. Whispers of kings and queens from long ago; of blood and corruption; sun and laughter; fun and madness. They’re told around fires until history becomes legend and legend becomes forgotten. But legend is never truly forgotten and history always cycles back. If the history ever bothers to leave in the first place.

With time and invention, war and peace, lands changed and new names were made. Achievement City and her kingdom shrinks, and through the centuries is reborn as the smaller Los Santos. She is no longer ruled by kings and queens, but she is ruled by legends nonetheless.

The Fake AH Crew treat Los Santos as theirs. They protect her and her people. They treat her as a giant playground which holds no consequences for them. They act as if they know her deeply, intimately; two lovers, acquainted long ago. People talk, as they always will, of hidden places only the Fakes know. Stories long forgotten begin to crop back up. Theories are made, paintings are found, and the Fakes laugh because only they truly know.

There are stories in these hills, because they have never left.

[thedeaddandy]

Royal Chambers

[captainkirkk]

what's your opinion on rpf? not as a moral question if it's "right" to write about real ppl, but like i'm the only one who just doesn't find its character dynamics and the world interesting enough? i could read e.g. kpop fics if they'd be more about the struggle to succeed in such cut throat industry but i don't have enough emotional attachment to care about these ppl if it's just a college au and nobody is rising the dead or playing exy or hiding lycanthropy

Oh same! I find it hard to get attached to real people in the same way I am with fictional characters. Achievement Hunter is the only RPF fandom I've ever been in, and even then, I preferred to read about the personas/ characters they played in minecraft or GTA because I found their world-building really interesting. It's impossible to really know a real celebrity outside of TV/online personas, and I'm very very aware of that when reading RPF. I'd much rather reading an original work than real strangers

[apathmakerstale]

I woke up from a nap and found out one of the foundational pillars of my youth shut down. Damn.

Rooster Teeth was my lifeblood as a teen, and I’ve been a fan from the first time I saw Tex vs RnB’s. RWBY is what made me starting writing. I remembered the exact time I started actually writing down my ideas, Feb 2, 2015 at 3:52 pm after confirmation study, a day after I learned Monty passed. It was a RWBY OC fic that I stopped after I remembered their words to stop focusing on other people’s work and work on your own to build your own brand. I still have it- the writing is meh though -and my first drawings were RWBY characters like the ones below. I owe my artistic creation to that. Maybe I'll post that first fic one day too.

That gave me the time to build up a portfolio of original writing that I will soon be publishing online for myself. It inspired me and still does to this day as I enjoy RWBY and hope it will be finished.

I still listen to Gold, the music from RWBY just inspires such a sense of love from me. It can make me well with tears- which is not something easy do. I was apart of the RWBY WIKI! Back when we called Yang Yellow, and speculated White would be a cold high lady type and not girlfail. The Speculation House was my house. It was the first time I posted anything on the internet.

AND I CALLED IT BACK IN 2013- I CALLED SALEM AND OZPIN- ONE MAN WITH MULTIPLE SOULS A WOMEN WITH NONE!!! I CALLED IT AND EVEN HAD A POST I MEANT TO MAKE BUT I WAS TOO SCARED!!! SIX YEARS AHEAD!!!!!!

Anyway I was a superfan like from 2013-16 I lived and breathed the company, I watched every video, every channel, every podcast, I lived and breathed it. From Cow Chop, Sugar Pine, Funhaus, Gamefails etc. Achievement Hunter was why I came home from school to watch videos. I remember why RTX was a fandom wide event, and every single panel had mind-blowing information about something I loved. I was there for the first GTA V gameplay, and the first video on Let's Play. I have such a distinct memory of sitting down one Friday after school with a bowl of chef boyardee on a cheap white desk covered by a blue rag and chipped dark blue bowl, looking up at the ps3 3d wall-mounted tv, and watching the first Capture the Tower in Minecraft with such glee. It was my childhood.

I followed the King AU fan comic series on here and the FAKE AH crew AU. I was that heavy into it.

I READ A FEW REAL PEOPLE FICS. I was that deep. I've never done that for anyone else even in my deepest fandom days.

I remember being so excited when them and Yogscast paired up, they being another pillar and like them I am still a fan. Those TTT episodes are something special to me.

Like any company it had its flaws, and I remember every single controversy. Every. Single. One. God. I've diminished to someone who just keeps up with podcasts like F**ckFace and Red Web but I still called myself a fan. It was a foundation for me and a stabilizing influence when I was younger. I sincerely hope that the talented people there get help for this.

It only inspires my hatred of Warner Brothers more.

It actually does feel like a chapter has closed and I don't know how to feel about that.

Anyway here's Gold for your heart.

[violet-moonstone]

so uh...my first intentional fanfic experience was hetalia smut (I was like...12...13?). it was an x reader fic on deviant art (back when people posted fanfic there. idk if that's possible anymore). After that I read sherlock fics on AO3 (some smutty, some super sad -- like "alone on the water" which still makes me cry to this day) and remained on AO3 because it was easier to use than deviantart.

my first unintentional fanfic experience was ina grade 5 or 6 when one of my classmates emailed everyone in our class a link to a my little pony fanfiction in which one of the ponies cannibalizes another pony while she's still alive. I was horrified and pissed off that he sent it with no warning about the contents. I have no issue with the fic now (i could probably read it without flinching), I definitely do take issue with the way it was shared without consent.

the first fanfics I published online were for achievement hunter (rip). it was in a medieval AU that was largely built by fan art and fan videos inspired by a game series they used to play in minecraft. My fics were sad as hell and full of whump (I didn't know what whump was at the time. I just knew that I enjoyed causing characters pain). I wrote these when I was around 14-15, and they're still on my AO3 account.

the first fanfic I ever wrote (but never published) was a RoTG AU where me and my best friend in middle school were main characters. We'd expanded the world to include a realm of fairies (highly inspired by tinker bell/pixie hollow stuff). All of that is handwritten and somewhere in a 3 ring binder in my bedroom. We basically just created a very intense world between the two of us that we'd talk about at recess and text back and forth our headcanons and daydreams. We also invented an alphabet for the fairy language and used it to pass notes back and forth in class.

I kind of want to hear people’s first experience with encountering/reading/writing fanfiction.

I found fanfic when I was 11, suffering badly from undiagnosed celiac disease, and hooked on ATLA and Megamind. Those are the first fics I remember reading.

And of course I found a Zutara one where Katara was captured and made to be Zuko’s consort. Wow, I’ve always had the same taste in fic. Enemies to lovers all the way!

I was reading on the cursed fanfiction.net, but apparently ao3 was being born while I explored.

[zilbea]

Could this be... the beginnings of a freewood mc au? Perhaps...... 

I had this idea while listening to my “alone in the woods with nothing but a knife” playlist on spotify, and pounded it out around 3 am. I’ve been wanting to write kings/mc verse for a while, so take a read if you want, and let me know if I should continue! :)

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A twig snapped nearby and Ryan’s footsteps stilled. The back of his neck prickled. Surely an animal - no more, no less - but cool adrenaline seeping into the hunter’s veins warned against his placating thoughts.

Ryan breathed deep, hand moving slowly to the knife strapped at his belt. Narrowing his eyes, he squinted into the gloomy foliage before him. No birds sang, and Ryan was keenly aware of his own heartbeat. Not yet wanting to alert any potential pursuer, Ryan gently plodded onward, ears straining to hear over the crunch of his own footsteps.

A low hanging branch intercepted Ryan’s chosen path. He ducked low under it’s reach - strong muscles aiding in the deep squat - and rose slowly after his head’s clearance. As he straightened, a slight breeze tickled Ryan’s ear - accompanied by another twig snapping to his right.

Warily, Ryan allowed himself a brief glance toward the source of noise. While the small clearing remained empty, a mossy branch gently bounced back to it’s sedentary state. Suspicions confirmed, Ryan tightened his grip around the knife’s hilt. The woods themselves, Ryan knew, were omniscient; a thick, unforgiving stretch of pensive flora and fauna eternally watching a traveler’s every move - but for the woods to actually follow... This was new.

Ryan grimaced and stepped over a twisting tree root. His foot landed in a pile of dead leaves, and the crunch seemed echo around him. Despite his unease, Ryan forced down a small smile. Of course his pursuer would be matching his footsteps. Any proper adversary should do as such. Suddenly, gazing around at the small clearing, the hunter had a thought. He gripped at a notch in a giant tree to his left and took another step; the sole of his boot hesitating just above the awaiting leaf litter. Sure enough, a light crunch resonated to Ryan’s right. The hunter turned towards the source, drawing his knife as he smirked victoriously into the gloom.

“The game is up,” Ryan called softly into the dark underbrush. “Show yourself, and no one gets-“ He faltered as a sharp sting flashed across his left calf. Stomach dropping, Ryan looked around quickly - but he saw no signs of his perpetrator. Teeth gritting at the pain in his leg, Ryan stilled his breathing, eyes raking the mossy gloom frantically. His ears strained to track the pursuer's location, but the woods withheld. A streak of green flashed across his vision, and Ryan jumped, swearing as his cheek was sliced open. He whirled around, desperate to gain visuals on the perpetrator, but he was only met with a small cackle of laughter bouncing indiscernible through the trees. Ryan growled impatiently; his calf and cheek burned wildly. This thing - whatever it was - had impressive agility, which unfortunately meant Ryan could do nothing but wait for another attack.

And the hunter becomes the hunted, Ryan thought bitterly, glaring into the gnarled trees. He reversed the grip on his knife; an overhand hold would aid well in intercepting the perpetrator’s path, assuming it decided to make another pass at his face. The back of Ryan’s neck prickled once more, and the hunter hesitated. Something rasped in his ear, and Ryan’s blood ran cold. Was that... breathing?

Ryan whirled around, almost surprised as his knife made contact with something soft and green. Quickly withdrawing the knife, Ryan grabbed the man’s collar and snarled. He pressed the blade against the man’s throat and slammed him into the large notched tree, causing the man’s head to hit the aged bark with a satisfying crack. A metallic glint caught Ryan’s eye as the man attempted to brandish his own knife, but Ryan punched him squarely in the gut. The man’s knife fell to the foliage below and he stared at Ryan in wide-eyed surrender.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Ryan all but shouted. His slammed his forearm across the man’s chest, effectively pinning him to the tree. His knife dug into the man’s neck, threatening to draw blood.

“I- I want nothing,” the man spluttered. He stared at Ryan in terror, fingernails scrabbling at the tree’s bark.

His strange accent only made Ryan angrier. “How long have you been following me?” Ryan pressed the man harder against the tree, satisfied as the opposing face began to redden.

“Only a few minutes, I swear!” The man gulped, and the added pressure caused Ryan’s knife to slice into his skin. The man whimpered and raised his chin, green eyes flashing with panic.

Disbelieving, Ryan glared his pursuer. The man was smaller of frame and - albeit curiously - neatly dressed. A cross-body leather belt secured a dark green tunic with modest brown laces across his waist and shoulder, covering the point at which the shirt tucked into slim brown trousers. Well-worn leather boots chased the trousers to mid-calf, and Ryan carefully noted another small knife strapped at the intersection. A dark stain slowly seeped across the man’s shoulder, and Ryan might have felt a pang of guilt for the damage he had caused - if not for his own fiercely burning wounds. 

“I’ll ask you again,” Ryan said, voice low as he drew close to the man’s face. “What. Do you. Want from me?”

“Just a few trinkets ‘s all,” The smaller man mumbled, movements minuscule in attempt to prevent further damage to his neck.

Ryan regarded the man coolly, thoughts clicking into place. The raw surprise in the man’s face, his pathetic attempt at self defense...  this was more than likely his first time being caught, indicating an impressive skill level in his trade. Intrigued, Ryan set his jaw. “So brave the thief who targets a hunter,” he said thoughtfully, squinting at the smaller man. Ryan turned the knife flat against the man’s bleeding windpipe, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the man’s apparent relief.

“So skilled the hunter who catches a thief,” The smaller man retorted carefully, wincing as he slowly raised his hands in a placating gesture.

Ryan eyed the man as he moved, gaze flicking from the man’s pained expression to his deep shoulder wound. Sighing, Ryan sheathed his own knife, careful to keep the man trapped against the tree. “I aught to throw you at the king’s feet,” Ryan grumbled. “It would take His Majesty’s ruling to deliver a punishment fit for a common swindler.”

The thief’s eyes went wide, and he gripped Ryan’s oppressive forearm with both hands. “I’m no common swindler... a-and it’s an honest living!”

Grimacing, Ryan’s eyes raked across the man’s scruffy face. “Fascinating, as you’ll surely see yourself to a dishonest end.” 

The man’s face twisted at Ryan’s response and he wriggled under the taller man’s weight. “Please, just let me go. I... I can patch up your wounds, I can give you what little coin I have...” The man’s eyes grew wet. “Please...” 

Ryan thought for a few beats, eventually deciding on a course of action. Lacking the patience for waterworks, and itching to see to his own wounds, he nodded. He gazed at the man - the quite handsome man - for a moment longer. “What is your name, thief?” Ryan demanded, grabbing the man’s chin with his free hand. 

The smaller man swallowed and warily met Ryan’s cold blue gaze. “Free.”

Scoffing, Ryan squeezed the man’s jaw. “I must advise against a man in your position from making such jokes.” 

The man’s fingers dug into Ryan’s forearm, as he protested frantically. “Not a jest! Free’s the family name!” Mouth partially immobilized by Ryan’s crushing fingers, he managed, “Name’s Gavin.

Begrudgingly, Ryan relented. He stepped backward, gesturing for Gavin to flee. “Heed where you tread, thief, for next time, I may not be so kind...” He trailed off, words lingering in warning.

Gavin nodded vigorously, clutching at his wounded shoulder as he backed away from the hunter. Once out of swinging reach, Gavin turned and ran, disappearing into the gloomy woods as little more than a green blur.

Ryan watched Gavin retreat into the shadows, far too aware of his own stinging wounds. As the man vanished, Ryan found himself half hoping they would meet again. Oh, how he longed for a proper duel.

[pyrotic-goat]

Minecraft au Achievement city is basically a small settlement the three gents built together. --- Geoff and the creeper boy He finds the burnt up kid, Gavin, after a run in with creepers that explode. Creepers always ignore Gavin as do many other mobs, Gavin has black and green skin splotches like a creeper. It’s suspected that Gavin could explode and after some science is done, he’s definitely able to blow up. -- Ryan and ‘wolf’ Michael Ryan teaches the boy to speak basic english while feeding the pack and him. He also made a hide jacket for him. Michael very much has the whole wolf pack ideals where he tries to act like an alpha but always bows to Ryan. One night Michael comes to Achievement city during a terrible storm. He’s bloody and tells him the entire pack was killed. Ryan remembers the day he met the boy well. He had befriended by letting them stay close to achievement city where they could receive easy food from the farm and Ryan. In return they keep other, less passive violent wolf's away from the city, and kept the monster’s in the woods at bay. Ryan had planned on collecting bones from the area for Jack and the farm, when he came across the pack in a clearing. They didn’t pay him much attention, so long as he kept his distance. To be extra safe he had left an offering of cooked chicken near them. While he collected bones, he noticed the wolves approach the chicken out of the corner of his eye. He also noticed that one of them was hairless. He watched it out of curiosity as it approached the chicken along with two other wolves, it was shorter and skinnier than the other wolves, and was covered in fresh as well as faded scars. Then he noticed the hair on it’s- his head. Ryan had to do a double take. One of the wolves hunched over the chicken was a boy, a human. Ryan stepped forwards a bit, wary of the wolves he kept a large distance, before calling. “Hello, young man?” Several of the wolves tilted their heads to Ryan, including the wild naked boy who’s brow arched. “Boy, can you understand me?” Ryan asked. He tilted his head and furrowed his brow, nodding in response. He glanced at the wolf nearest to him, then Ryan again. Like he was evaluating what he seeing. It was someone like him. He had wild curly red/brown hair that mopped down to his shoulders. Ryan took another step forwards, voice softening. “Buddy, can you speak?” The wild boys eyes narrowed again, but didn’t flinch from him moving closer. He slowly bent forwards for a bite of the chicken. He bit into the chicken while watching Ryan intently. All of the wolves were watching Ryan now. Ryan knew he had to play this carefully, he’d never seen the man before, he was either nuts or raised by animals. He was also surrounded by wolves who would, more than likely, not hesitate to attack him if he pissed off the boy or moved to aggressively. “Can you speak? Do you talk?” Ryan carefully asked. The man swallowed and thought for a moment, before opening his mouth. “Speak. Understand.” He grunted, low and guttural like it was foreign to speak. Ryan relaxed a little. So he did understand. Ryan took off his shawl, it was a large red wool one he had made himself, it was mostly waterproof and warm. He gently set it down on the ground in front of himself before taking several large steps back. “Warm.” Ryan motioned to the shawl, then like he was wrapping the shawl around himself. He watched silently as three wolves and the wolf boy slowly stalked over to sniff at the jacket. Michael looked back at him. Ryan made the motion again and the man sat back on his ass, Ryan glanced away for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the wolf boy drag the cape to his chest as he felt it, and sniffed it. And sure enough he wrapped it around himself. The three wolves sniffed at him an barked. This got the attention of the rest of the pack, who were watching the situation carefully. One day there’s a terrible storm, and a pounding on the door that scares the gents and Gavin. They assume it’s the wind, but when it persists Geoff goes to the door, ready to stab at whatever is outside, and opens the door. Outside is a soaked, shaking, hurt, mostly nude curly haired man who collapses when the door is opened. Geoff screams in shock, Jack and Ryan run out to help. Ryan immediately recognizes him, running over and helping him, telling the other gents he’s not a danger. They care for him, patching up his wounds and feeding him. And try to put pants on him. He complains, but doesn’t fight. Especially when Ryan’s around. Eventually He explains that the dogs were killed in a flood, Only able to survive by clinging onto a branch. He’s very nervous around water and anytime it rains he gets really antsy. Ryan gives him a great many pets. While he’s willing to compromise on wearing pants after he’s eaten, agreeing to shorts. He refuses to sleep inside past the first two nights. Ryan makes a bed for him out in the barn where Edgar and Edgar 2 live. Ryan hums to himself as he drops the fresh Hay bale on the ground, spreading it outs in a large circle as Michael interacts with Edgar. Sniffing the cow and grunting at them. Ryan adds a final blanket on top of the pile, nodding and turning to Michael. “Alright, bed’s done. Hope it’s nice.” Michael lays down and groans, rolling onto his back and stretching. “It’s very nice.” He grumbles. “Good to hear, well, i’m going to go inside, the back will be unlocked if you need anything.” Ryan opens the barn door. “W-wait.” Ryan turns to look at Michael, tilting his head. Michaels sitting up and rubbing his arm. “Stay with me tonight?” Ryan lays down, groaning quietly as he gets used to the feeling of the hay. After a moment, Michael shifts, pressing against Ryans chest. Ryan sighs, resting a hand in the curly red hair. Ryan yawns and sits up, rubbing his face. Michael is already up, the doors propped open and sitting in the entryway. “You opened the door on your own?” “The Geoff did it. To check on you and let Edgar out.” Michael bumps his head against his leg and make him jump a bit. He looks down at Michael, who’s squinting back up at him. Ryan sighs softly, ruffling Michaels hair as he bites back a ‘good boy’. Michael can’t walk on two legs, he can crouch and crawl pretty fucking fast but he can’t completely rise up on his back legs without loosing his balance. Michael follows Ryan around all day as he does his chores, often giving Michael things to carry and help. Michael has a hard time around the other guys. He gets snarly sometimes when they touch Ryan or get to rough with Ryan. Ryan always finds it more amusing than anything else. Ryan touching foreheads with Jack and talking and being gentle, Michaels seeing this. After seeing and hearing how much Ryan cares about the others, Michael eventually accepts them as pack as well. Gavin really likes to make Michael agressive, but Michael does try to avoid him when he can smell the gunpowder. “I don’t smell like gunpowder!” “You smell like you rolled in it.” “Do not!” “Do too.” Gavin likes to make him growl and bare his teeth and play fight. Michael likes to lay out in the sun while Geoff and Jack garden and tend to the animals. Michael eventually explains his story. He was a kid abandoned in the wounds, around 12-13. He was lost and starving. And the dogs, for whatever reason, took a liking to him. His english isn’t great and he can’t read but Ryan is patient and teaches him, giving him books and such. Eventually Gavin sits in on these lessons, while having been taught a bit (like the alphabet and his name) He doesn’t know how to read and gets jealous when Michael reads outloud or writes. -- Jack often receives gifts from his Dragons, usually shiny things stolen from distant lands. Jack and the kid the dragons bring him. The dragon decides the little princey boy, covered in gold, purple, and orange, is his now. And by extension, Jacks. The prince was furious. Unable to break free of the dragon that had snached him off his balconey he shouted and punched the monsters huge talons. He slowly became more and more terrified, clinging to the Dragons talons as they flew over the kingdom, and farther and farther from his home. Jack was kneeling in the garden, plucking fresh carrots. Distantly he heard the flap of one of his larger dragons coming home, he looked up and saw something in its claws, it was purple and orange and yelling. Then when the dragon drops the fancy boy in front of Jack, right outside of the garden. Jack stands curiously, the man is very fancily dressed and the Dragon is holding him down as he weakly fights. The prince is PISSED. Jack is like SHRUG you aint no prince here, the yelling gets the attention of Ryan and Geoff who come to see the fuss, Michael not far behind Jeremy is tired, he mentions he was carried for a couple days. He’s hungry and thirsty, Jack offers him food and water and after a moment, he takes it. Stuffing his face. The Dragon has gifted Jeremy to Jack and rejecting the gift would probably not be great. Jeremy wakes up in a bed he doesn’t know, groaning he sits up, he’s a room full of other beds. Someone else is there, mixing something. “Ah, morning.” He’s got a deep voice, similar to the bearded man, yet different. “Where- who are you?” “I’m Ryan. How are you feeling? We treated your scratches and claw marks.” “Sore, hungry.” He grumbles, sitting up. “Easy there, don't hurt yourself.” “I want to go home.” “We don’t know where that is. We live far from any civilization and don't often go across the mountains. Jack could try and help you but-” Jack does try to figure out where the boy came from, but can’t. He spends two years mapping out the area beyond the mountains on dragon back, clearly guilty. Jeremy tries to stay positive but he actually starts to like living there. He’s got siblings to take the throne. He doesn’t talk to Jack about staying until he and Ryan are deep in the mines and Ryan opens up about being an ex king, and how his kingdom fell into ruin. Jack winds up adopting him. Into the family. Matt is a dragon slayer, with many misconceptions about how dragons are. Matt is a knight of Jeremys and one of his best friends, he is searching for his prince when he gets snached as well while crossing the mountains. He gets dumped, unconscious due to hypothermia and other issues. On his way through he meets an Iron golem, Trevor, who got lost during a blizzard Trevor knows the human is hurt, and cold. So he carries him to a cage and holds him until he starts to wake. Matt and Trevor. Trevor doesn’t understand. He pets the friendly dragon, while Matt suddenly jumps up, grabbing his sword. “TREVOR GET AWAY!” “Why?” “That- that’s the dragon!” “This is the dragon? The dragon that stole your prince?” Matt can barely keep his arms up. “Yes.” Matt collapses and Trevor recognizes hurt, darting forwards to lift him, Trevor stares at the dragon, who’s sweetly confused. “Can you help him?” The Dragon tilts it’s head, then nods. Trevor wraps up Matt and holds him against his chest while they ride the dragon. Jeremy is really happy to see Matt again. -- Alfredo got a lot lost in the mines while down there, finally managed to get out, only to be chased up a tree by the feral Michael. Ryan Stares for a long moment at the spooked boy in the tree, before looking at his boy Michael beside him, who looked very proud of himself for, er, trapping the threat. “Where are you from?” “T-he coast!” “The coast?” Ryan says it more to himself. “We’re miles from the coast, we’re in the mountains.” “And i'm in a fucking tree!” “Sorry about that, Michael is a bit of a, dog.” Ryan rests his hand on Michael's head. “You can come down, alright? We’re not going to hurt you.” “Really? Because ‘Michael’ Sure sounded ready to kill me!” “He’s not gonna hurt you, as long as you don’t attack him, or me.” Alfredo tries to get down, but panics. “Actually, i think i’m okay up here!” “Are…. are you stuck?” “....No?” “For- alright.” He drops his bag beside Michael, who looks at him with confusion. Ryan lifts himself into the tree and sits beside Alfredo. “C’mon.” -- Ryan catches Michael trying to walk while watching Jeremy and Gavin run around in the distance and teaches him how to properly walk on two feet. Michael stares from behind the tree and the two other lads run around the clearing. He can do this, he’s human, more so than gavin, even! All he has to do is plant his feet on the ground. He leans against the tree as he balances on the balls of his bare feet. He can’t stand on his own, without the tree. It feels so strange. “What are you doing?” Ryan says in amusement finally. Michael jumps, dropping down to all fours and turning to Ryan. “Nothing!” “C’mere, i’ll help you.” Ryan holds Michaels hands and helps him stand, patiently explaining where to put his weight and standing until Michael can’t keep his back up like that. Ryan is a gentle mentor to michael and it’s great. Gavin and michael Gavin sitting in a tree teasing Michael, who’s at the base of the tree ‘angry’. -- Jack and Lindsey While Jack is collecting stuff from the could islands he meets a fiery harpy. “Oh, hello.” Jack says with a cocked eyebrow, slowly reaching for his bow. He’d delt with harpies before and prefered not to see them. He thought that he was far enough away from their territory that they didn’t come around here. Guess he was wrong. The women tilted her head at him. “Hey, your the dragon warlock, right?” “Er, i guess-” “Cool! Hey, can you tell your dragons to stop laying eggs in my nest?” she practically manifests a massive blue egg, “I have like, three baby dragons and while they’re quite cute and i love them, i don’t want any more.” Jack turns to his Obsidian dragon. “SO THAT’S WHERE YOUR EGGS HAVE BEEN GOING!” Lindsey flies with her babies to Achievement city, two redstones and a glowstone. “These are my sons, T, P, and L.” “They’re all females.” Michael is just like UHHH PRETTY BIRD LADY?

[cherrymangos]

It’s been a while since I’ve doodled the boi

Please do not use my art without my permission! Ask first!

[regularlyfe]

it’s a blood boy

[monarchisms]

thanks for the request, anon! ♡ 【☢️】

[rikurobo]

Matt: “The tornado seems to be moving in the South-West. The actual location I am really not 100% sure because I am not uhh- What’s the word, uhh-...” Jeremy: “...A meteorologist?” Matt: “A compass.” Jeremy: “Alright, never mind.”

Are Sandwiches the Key? - YDYD4 (Part 2) - Minecraft

[thedeaddandy]

There is nothing more crucial to the Achievement Hunter ecosystem than Minecraft aus

[shadeofazmeinya]

I love that Michael’s minecraft instincts are to Kill all creatures and Marry all allies

[erkythehero23]

Birbs ❤️

[gvnchvcks]

Achievement Hunter Kings AU (5/10)

JEREMY DOOLEY, THE PEOPLE’S KING

Mankind gravitates towards familiarity. Those who are easy to relate to and easy to trust are easier to follow and believe in. They admired him because he was once one of their own, just another commoner having to deal with whatever unfair laws that were in place. He truly was The People's King in every aspect, giving so many the voice they never would have had before.

[ Geoff ] [ Jack ] [ Gavin ] [ Michael ] [ Jeremy ]

[keen-arts]

Two down, eight to go.