#fahc!geoff

[cannibalisticcorpse]

me: im a multishipper

me when seeing what other ppl ship: why is there stuff that is not my otp :[

[urfavesarequadranted]

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

[namnworb]

Geoff Ramsey from Fake AH Crew / Achievement Hunter

[genius11rare]

Am 1000th note :)

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THANK YOU ACHIEVEMENT HUNTER FOR A DECADE WORTH OF ENTERTAINMENT AND AMAZING CONTENT! HERE’S FOR A DECADE MORE!

Also check out this awesome video by @duoachievement! It really shows how far they’ve come ;) 

[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?

[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

[readingquoteseeker]

Headcannon for the Immortal!AU that there is one way they can die: through their own hands. Not the “I put a knife in your hand and move it so I can kill you” kind of way, they have to actively come to the decision, and whoever created them made sure they can’t do it while being drugged or brainwashed.

But some people don’t need drugs or the methods of secret agencies to reach their goals. They just need their tongue and a few little tricks and then even an immortal can fall to the hands of a petty little human.

Everybody in the Crew was close to falling at least once. And one of them wanted to find out if he had wings and had to realise that angels weren’t real, even in their world.

Geoff couldn’t remember a time where he didn’t drink. It didn’t matter in which time he lived, humans had invented alcohol early enough, and he was enjoying himself. But he also saw the downsides of the poison, people around him dying because they lost control, because they got into fights or because their bodies just couldn’t take it anymore. With every friend he lost to the alcohol he felt like he lost a part of himself. He managed to stop. Until he met a person he thought of as his friend, who he started drinking with again. More than he ever did before. And one day the person got so much closer to reaching their goal, to rid the world of one of the beings who lived all those lives they didn’t deserve. The bodies of immortals are made to withstand time and so much more, but sometimes they just have to give in. after his internal organs collapsed under the weight of the alcohol, Geoff was sober enough to listen to the person and decided he didn’t want to bear the pain any longer. Apparently he wasn’t sober enough to be considered in a clear state of mind though, so the grave wouldn’t take him. Luckily enough, the person believed the one way they thought would work to be a lie, so they left. His body regenerated faster than it took his head to be completely clear, and Geoff decided to give himself another chance. He never touched an alcoholic drink again.

Jack had learned long ago that humans always thought they had a good reason to make others suffer. She herself wanted to do the right thing, to protect people she loved, to leave an impact on the world. If she had been given the responsibility of an everlasting life, she wanted to make sure it wasn’t wasted. And so she fought in too many wars to count, killed in the name of one cause after another, never feeling satisfied. Until she realised that there was never a good enough reason to unleash hell. She decided to help the helpless instead and worked in hospitals, helping wounded soldiers at the front, where humans were too fragile and afraid to really help. Even though the suffering she saw made her feel worse every time, she kept going. Because for the first time she felt like she was doing something meaningful. After meeting Geoff, she only helped occasionally, and after Ryan joined them they moved to America and she had more than enough work helping her little crew rule the city. But then World War One hit the world and she felt like she was needed elsewhere. Her crew was immortal after all, so she left them to play and headed to Europe. She helped carrying wounded out of the battle, saved people who would’ve died on the battlefield, she tried everything in her power to make this catastrophe a little less horrible. And then the poison gas attack brought her to her knees. She never would’ve thought to see wounds like these, to see those numbers of people suffer at the same time. She struggled with the purpose of her life once again, convinced that she would never be able to make up for all the horrible stuff humans thought of. Even worse, somebody who had seen her walking unharmed through waves of bullets aimed to get rid of the other side’s advantage. After talking to them one last time, Jack was on her way to a plane to get as far away from the war as possible and fall without the hope of wings to catch her. At the airport she met Geoff, who had come over from America to see if she was alright. The plane never took off.

 Ryan was used to betrayal. He just attracted people who for some reason thought the benefits of treason were worth the risks. None of them was still thinking that in the end, though. And he moved on, always being aware of the weak believes humans had, never really trusting anyone. Until he met Geoff and Jack and learned that they all had the same secret and a similar history. For the first time in hundreds of years, he actually felt like he had someone else to rely on. He promised to never let them doubt his words. But as an immortal Crew, they tended to attract the worst kind of enemies. Unfortunately, one of the opposing gangs was too well informed, and they knew how to take advantage of Ryan’s lucky capture. Of course his body took no lasting damage, but the drugs and the words with way too much reason behind them still managed to get to his head. They left him with his hands tied behind his back, a chair and a rope, after convincing him his betrayal had let to Geoff and Jack being captured. Even though deep down he knew the gunshots he heard couldn’t have caused their deaths, he still climbed the chair. The two others crashed through the door just in time to see him jump off.

 Michael loved the sound of being alive. He loved the laughter, the cursing, the music, the noises of cars, thunder, everything. Especially gunshots and explosions, because he didn’t need to fear those. He couldn’t stand silence. In his opinion, silence equalled to pause, and to pause equalled to miss something. If he was blessed (or doomed?) with immortality, he wanted to experience everything. He wanted to see the world, to take it all in and remember it forever. And then the Spanish Flu hit the world, and the world went silent. It didn’t matter where he went, people were dying or grieving. The world had become one big graveyard, and he had always avoided those. He heard way too many stories about the end of the world, even after avoiding the members of a certain cult who seemed to be everywhere. The doubt had been planted, and fearing he would be the only one left, Michael decided to go out with the loudest bang possible. One day, during his last test of the explosives, he saw a woman walking out of the collapsing building completely unharmed. After talking to her, he was relieved to know there where others like him, that he wouldn’t be alone after all. And although they parted ways shortly after that because Jack didn’t like his way of living for herself, he now knew there were people he could always turn to who were just like him.

 Gavin enjoyed watching humans explore the fields of science. He never helped, he never even took a job that came close to being scientific, because he felt like that would be cheating. They needed to figure out the facts themselves to really grow. And he cheered with them every time there was a new discovery. But he had always hated the downside, the fact that so many great ideas were used to kill people. The day the first atomic bomb was tested was the first time he doubted his faith in humanity. After the bombs fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki he felt like he himself was falling. Being unfortunate enough to have someone pretending to be his friend who recognised this as an opportunity to get him out of the way, he walked way too close to the edge. Ironically, it was the news of the development of the atomic watch that made him realise that humans would always find a way to use science for both good and evil, and that there was a certain calming balance in this fact.

 And then there was Ray, the one who actually took the last step, in the truest meaning of the word. To say he was tired wouldn’t do him justice, because there was so much more to it than that. Like the others, he existed since the first days of humanity; unlike the others, he had always felt like he was missing out on an important part of life. He had always longed for the thrill of death, the effect it had on the lives of humans. Nothing could satisfy this need, nothing helped him feel better. So he started thinking about ending it all, because every one of them somehow knew instinctively that there was this one way out. But before he could accomplish his goal, he met the Crew. And he didn’t forget his plans, but they suddenly weren’t that important anymore. He wasn’t alone, and the world had so much to offer for a group of friends who could be stopped by nothing but their own decisions. For a century, they lived life to the fullest. Then they decided to settle in Los Santos, to lay low for a while, a bit like going on a vacation. While the others enjoyed terrorising the city, Ray caught himself thinking about his old plans more often. As the others noticed him being more silent than ever, he told them about his longing. They were shocked at first, but every one of them had hit rock bottom once their lives, and they felt somehow honoured that Ray would talk to them about those thoughts. And after the first shock they started to understand him better with every time they talked. In the end, they accepted his decision, and bid him a worthy farewell the city would need years to recover from. They all stood with him on top of the tallest building in Los Santos, and he had never felt happier than after his last step.

[crash-bang-boom]

Naturally, Tumblr dot com reduced his resolution to the size of a modest postage stamp, but I thought the least I could do is free him from my drafts folder. Get ‘im here x

[the-art-pile]

The Golden Boy

Ship: Ryan Haywood/ Gavin Free (Freewood)

Word Count: 1,999

Prompt: Gavin has the whole crew wrapped around his finger. His words flutter around them and they do as they command. Why would they deny their golden boy?

Notes: This started as a kind of character study of my favorite headcanon of Golden Boy!Gavin and turned into a self-indulgent Freewood thing that makes no sense. Anyway, enjoy!

AO3

Most of the other crews and gangs saw Gavin as a side piece, an accessory that the Fakes lugged around, and who could blame them? At meetings, he hung off Geoff’s arm and simpered. He crooned into Geoff’s ear about wanting something and later others would seem him with said item, whether it be some sort of jewelry or fancy gadget. Some tried to use that little detail to their advantage, a way to hit the Fakes at their weak spot but little did they know, Gavin wasn’t a weak spot, and every other crew had to learn this the hard way.

Their first mistake was assuming that Gavin was Ramsey’s twink. To be fair to them, the evidence they were presented with gave them no indication that he wasn’t. In meetings, Gavin was plastered to Ramsey’s side. He would stroke his hand up and down his chest and fan his eyelashes up to the kingpin. A picture of sinful innocence. They never realized it was an act. They watched as the blonde-tipped male flirted with the leader. None of the others of the crew made any movement of discomfort at the display and a couple would roll their eyes in annoyance. They were none the wiser.

When the Fakes first started up, it was just Ramsey, Pattillo, and the Golden Boy. They watched as the Golden Boy earned his name. His finery becoming finer with each successful heist, and jaws dropped when the golden pistol made its appearance. Reports of Ramsey appearing in the jewelry shops starting springing up, and they were surprised to find that it wasn’t to case them, but a legitimate purchase. The procured items soon making an appearance on the Golden Boy. Thus, the idea of the Golden Boy being a sugar baby and Ramsey his sugar daddy was born.

This idea was shut down immediately by those that spent an iota of time with the Fakes. Whether it be a gun for hire or held for interrogation, these people tried to dissuade the rumors. Many even claiming that Ramsey wasn’t even the leader. They yelled about how it was the Golden Boy. Gavin was the one who pulled the strings, but no one believed them. To them, Gavin was simply the Golden Boy, a glorified kept boy.

~

When Mogar joined the Fakes, people were understandably afraid as he was a known pyromaniac, but at the same time, their fears were quelled as the arsonist would be on a leash under Ramsey. They were fucking wrong. If Mogar and the Golden Boy were seen within an inch of each other during a heist you fucking ran if you knew what was good for you. A well-placed word or two from the Golden Boy and suddenly the building was exploding and you were watching your hopes and dreams die. If you had made it out that is.

If you saw the two at a bar, your alcohol intake dropped drastically. You weren’t having a good time anymore. You’re cautious and watchful, waiting for the newbies that don’t know any better. You see the nudge and the whisper and suddenly Mogar’s eyes are burning. It’s 5 v 1 and the five are losing. No one intervenes. The fight only stops when the others are unconscious or the Golden Boy decides the fun is out of the moment. He then takes Mogar by the arm and saunters out.

~

If you receive a report of the Golden Boy and Pattillo being seen, you avoid the streets. There’s no telling when one of the speed demons will come flying around the corner. Or even come in guns blazing with a new attack chopper. There were no restraints on the two.

Monster trucks barreled down the roads. A jet swoops too close for comfort. No vehicle or location is entirely safe while the Golden Boy and Pattillo are out.

~

Most outside the crew didn’t see the effect the Golden Boy has on Rimmy Tim.  They only saw the aftermath. The ever-changing rainbow of hair. The reduced amount of words one week that was later met with the rumor that he had basically fried the inside of his mouth with sour candy,

The list went on. Little dares and bets that Gavin would present to Jeremy and would accept with little hesitation. Gavin knew not to go too far, but he couldn’t help but test it once or twice. See how far he could push the purple and orange man.

He wasn’t disappointed with the results.

~

Most can’t pick up on the Golden Boy and Vagabond dynamic. Even the crew couldn’t until it was thrust into their face. Gavin’s hypotheticals and seemingly idiotic questions were met with groans and eye rolls from the other members of the crew, including the Vagabond. There were those times though when the crew saw the Vagabond’s eyes sparkle a bit and suddenly he and Gavin were at each other's throats debating the everything to do with the little question. Multiple times the rest of the crew feared they were going to have to stop Ryan from killing Gavin. What shocked them the most was they would be in the middle of an intense verbal battle when would say some inane line, and they’d both stop, laugh, then go their separate ways while the crew stood blinking in awe.

They all knew that Gavin had all of them wrapped around his ring clad fingers, even Ryan. They could be driving somewhere for a heist, nothing going wrong, a simple peaceful ride. A motorcyclist would appear aways in front of them, and Gavin would lean over, hand caressing Ryan’s arm. A ‘please’ pressed to the mask covered ear and suddenly the cyclist was pasted across the window and hood of the car. The rest of them would laugh at the poor man’s demise, but they’d miss the knowing smirk pasted across their Golden boy’s face.

No one really questioned why Ryan listened to Gavin, seeing as they all did it. Blinded by their own trapping, they missed the gentle touches and whispered words before both disappeared. Later, they’d assume they were just hooking up, something they didn’t put past Gavin. No one visited Gavin’s or Ryan’s apartment, if they did, they’d realize they didn’t have a separate apartment. They lived together. In a house. With two cats and a dog, that the neighbor girl was all too enthusiastic to watch when they got busy. In fact, the couple was well liked in their neighborhood, and the crew never knew about it till they were forced to bunker down there one day. They soon learned that Ryan and Gavin had each other wrapped around their fingers, with silver bands.

~ “FUCKING GET DOWN!”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY!”

The heist had been going well. The stealth part had gone phenomenal, the rest following through with their parts perfectly. That was until another crew showed up. They knew too much about their whereabouts with the heist meaning that they had to take care of a mole once they got out of this situation.

In a bullet-riddled vehicle, the crew is screaming through their coms. Talks about where to go as they race down the streets, a few of them being bandaged as the conversation goes on. If they had a mole, they obviously couldn’t go to any of their safe houses. They were probably already compromised. The talks turned to going to someone’s apartment. Michael vetoed his, as it was mostly just a front for civilian life and he mostly stayed at the penthouse. Geoff and Jack obviously lived at the penthouse. Jeremy had an apartment and volunteered, but was shot down because it was too small. They then turned to Gavin. He liked to spend money and the crew was assuming that he probably spent tons of money on some sort of bachelor pad. Their questioning leads to a blushing Gavin.

“Um, Ry? Can we fit everyone?”

“Probably, though they might have to bunk together in the guest rooms.”

This lead to them freaking out because holy shit they live together?! The long drive to their neighborhood brought up even more frantic questioned that was simply met with a silent Gavin and Ryan. When Ryan stops them in front of their house, the two turn to the crew and sigh.

“You’re gonna have to wait a bit until you can come in. We had a dinner party planned with the neighbors, plus we gotta pay the babysitter.”

“YOU HAVE KIDS!?”

“Furry kids, yeah,” Ryan snorts, “Hope no one is allergic to cats or dogs.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“No Geoff, I’m fucking Gavin, very lovingly I might add.”

~

Four hours later and Gavin and Ryan return to the vehicles, dressed up and smelling of home cooked food. The crew watches as they wave at some of the people down the street before ushering them inside. What greets is so domestic that some of them feel like they stepped through a portal into an alternate reality. They can see the touches of Gavin and Ryan respectively throughout the humble abode. There’s a cat curled up in an armchair and one staring down at them from the cabinets. The giant ass dog that bounces up to them makes them all recoil. The animal bowls through them in excitement.

“THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“This good girl is Strudel. The lazy ass is Pancake, and the lurker is Raspberry.”

“Why are your animals named after food?”

“Why not.”

Lindsey descends on Pancake, causing purring to overlay the current conversation. Slowly the crew settles down and Raspberry comes down from her perch to be pet after a bit. The panic of the earlier ambush seems to be completely gone now and a different panic sets in. Geoff is the one that breaks the silence.

“Since when did you two live together?”

“I think we’re coming up on seven years.”

Any and all movement that had been occurring grinds to a halt at that.

“We, uh, we’ve only been a crew for, um, three years?”

Simultaneously, Ryan and Gavin raise their left hands, displaying matching silver bands. There’s no sound for a second or two before suddenly they all break out screaming and yelling, a few going over to the pair to examine the jewelry more closely.  

“Kinda surprised you guys didn’t know… I mean we were in the newspaper and on the news for a few days after our wedding because someone wanted Ry dead, and shot it up with a bunch of hired guns. News crews were hounding us for weeks.”

“THAT WAS YOU GUYS!? I WAS FUCKING ON THAT JOB!”

“Small fucking world, huh?”

“Can we go back to the fact that they’re fucking married?”

“Yeah, the fuck you guys?”

“Well, we obviously started by dating.”

“No fucking shit.”

“Gav was just a hacker when we met, but he still had a mouth on him. We both were freelancing and got hired for the same job, and just kinda clicked? We’d meet up outside work and stuff. It was kinda an unspoken thing that we were dating, and then about a year after meeting, I proposed. Moved here, adopted our kids, became the token gay couple here, met you guys… Short and sweet.”

“Why the fuck did you act like you haven’t met before when we brought you into the crew?”

“Eh, just a game we like to play.”

“YOU SPENT ALMOST A YEAR AT THE PENTHOUSE CAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T HAVE A HOME?!”

“Again, little game. Gotta spice life up sometimes, and Ryan and I may have been fighting at one point during that and I stayed at the penthouse as a way to cool off.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“You try living with his snore denying ass and then tell me that living in the penthouse wasn’t justified. Took a fucking sleep study to convince him to buy snore strips.”

“This is too fucking domestic for me. Show me where I’m sleeping.”

[imladris-soldier]

So, I used the Wombo Dream app to create AI generated art. I used Achievment Hunter as the prompt and did one of each available style. I LOVE that through it all, the green persist. (Note, I omitted the Festive and No Style ones due to the 10 image limit)

[scarlettheknight]

fahc

[rikurobo]

The Fake AH Crew? Being questioned? Not very successfully. And neither will they stay there for long. [x]

[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."

[milkshakeworm]

im doing a lazy animation of the fahc for art class and this is my fav bit yet :))

[merethessc]

Ydyd,ydwd and fach fanart from me??? No!! How?!!?

[sorcererinthestars]

For the AH asks!! 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 17, 38, 44 and 51 (hope that's not too many to answer 😅)

Hahaha, love, no problem at all. It's like 2013 tumblr where I'm just doing all these ask games again.

How did you get into AH? I'm boring and got into AH through Rage Quit, like all of them! My current (kind of) partner had never really heard of AH and I was going back through with him last weekend, which made me remember the first ever AH video I ever watched was The Impossible Game Part Two. Swiss-fucking-cheese-god-damn-it was the phrase that hooked me lol. Went through all the rage quits and then into the minecrafts and then to the GTAs and now here we are.

Who was your favorite when you started? Immediately, Michael and Gavin as I was introduced to AH via Rage Quit and I loved their dynamic, like everyone!

Who’s your favorite now? Favorite is such a tricky word because I love them all for all sorts of different ways. My partner asked me the same question and I didn't really have an answer. Of course still Michael (and Gav, when he's around). I adore Matt. I really love Ky and BK and their interactions. I am obsessed with Dad Michael and Kid Joe dynamic. Last but certainly not least I love the Red Web boyos. I really do think Treh has the softest spot in my heart right now though.

Favorite ship? I am a ride or die OG OT5 girlie (Michael/Jack/Geoff/Gavin/Jeremy) even if it doesn't make sense with the current layout. FAHC isn't AH really, so it doesn't matter lol.

For new crew? I am a hardcore Alfreyo shipper and BK/Ky (what is their ship name...?)

Favorite AU?

I'm still such a slut for the FAHC, honestly. Although the new outlaw AU is super cute. I also have a huge thing for 7 Days, its one of my favorite games, and there's not a lot of 7 Days AU out there so a girlies gotta take what she can get.

Favorite experience meeting any of the crew?

This will be my 5th RTX, but one of the best experiences was meeting Michael after Theater Mode in like 2018. He was obviously stupidly tired and just wanted to go home but he stayed and chatted with everyone who lined up to take pictures with him. Me and my friend were one of the last ones and I was like "we don't have to get a photo, go home" and he was like "nah come here" and it was super sweet.

Also pulling Treh over for a photo and getting to say hi was awesome.

Poor Joe at RTX last year was just still so flabbergasted anyone ever wanted to meet him, he is such a sweet boy.

Double hugs from Ky and BK <3 <3 <3

Matt gives one of the best hugs I've ever had.

Jeremy was so happy I was shorter than him.

Not AH, but I met Greg Miller at PAX once and he came running over to ME to take a pic because I was in an AH hat and signed it huge so the real AH guys had to fight for the premium real estate lollllll

Favorite GTA mini-series?

Gotta say Criminal Masterminds despite the fact that I don't really feel comfy going back and rewatching it. Only series I've ever watched that I was literally on the edge of my seat. They gotta do something like that again.

Has AH ever inspired you?

AH inspired me to make the videos that I had on YouTube and because of them I have like 300 subs. I don't make them anymore but it was a really great time in my life. I haven't updated them though, so proceed with caution.

Any videos, series, podcasts, etc. You’d recommend to new fans?

My partner that I mentioned is just getting into AH so I'm trying my best to compile a good watch list for him. Survive Block Island is incredible. The 7 Days series is top notch. Weird Place. Haunter, if you don't mind a certain someone being in it. Red Web has my heart.

There's so much incredible content, even from 2021 onward. Binge. Enjoy. Smile. Laugh! <3