#shadeofazmeinya

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can i just say i am loving all this hurt/comfort alfreyco 👀👀👀 boys taking care of each other, being gentle with each other. i have to add in some thoughts if thats alright. imagine morning after, when the pain and soreness is worse but at least they’ve survived the night. trevor slips out of bed first to make a simple breakfast, even if its probably midday at that point. just some soup out of a can, toast, whatever simple food they have at whatever house or bass they’re staying at. trevor’s distracted with food only to hear some sudden shout from the bedroom. alfredo practically howling his name, thrashing and wincing through his wounds. trevor’s mind flashes from the fear of the night before. is this another attack? is alfredo hurt? is his wounds worse than trevor thought? but he flies into the bedroom to find nothing wrong. simply that alfredo woke up and trevor wasn’t right there and it scared him. terrified him. it takes several minutes to fully calm him down, show him that he’s ok. they’re both ok. afterwards alfredo has to sit in the kitchen as trevor finishes up their food. refusing to let him out of his sight. trevor finds he ok with this. he doesn’t really want to let alfredo out of his sight either

OOoohh Shade coming in hot with more good hurt/comfort situations!!! (also please pplleasee never doubt that I want to hear all ur thoughts on Alfreyco, like my description says that part of my brain is on 24/7 and I'm always here for it)

I can just see right before Trevor slips out of bed, he looks back to double check that Alfredo is ok and just gives him a small peck on his forehead before quietly climbing out of bed. And omg when Fredo starts freaking out because he woke up to Trevor-less bed, Trevor probably didn't think to put down whatever cooking utensil he had in his hand so this man just rushes to the bedroom ready to fight god and everybody with a plastic spatula if it means he can keep Alfredo safe.

So after that whole episode and breakfast has been ate, I bet those two would probably just chill for the rest of the day. They grab whatever blankets they need and snacks and just pile up together, close, on the couch and just start watching whatever they feel like whether that be some silly kids movie or campy action movie just something to entertain them without requiring too much attention from them. I bet Trevor has a book too because I know if I'm watching TV sometimes or a movie, I need a book or my phone to look at in case the plot starts to bore me. I could just see those two cuddled on the couch with Alfredo slowly falling back to sleep while he's trying to read whatever book Trevor has from where he's propped against Trevor's side. Eventually he gives in to sleep and Trevor soon joins him until they're both just sandwiched together on the couch and Trevor knew this would be the case, but he always likes the way his and Alfredo's body slot together like they're pieces of the same puzzle.

[miss-ingno]

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Unforgiven by Le Sserafim:

신념이 죄면 난 villain, I’m not that cinderella type of a girl If belief’s a sin, I’m a villain I’m not that cinderella type of a girl

I only recently discovered this band (tbf I didn't give them a shot before because I very much dislike the sound of Antifragile), and I already started learning the choreo to this song (it's very fun and upbeat!) The other song of theirs I like is Psyche, Eve & The Bluebeard's Wife.

[ursifors]

commission for @shadeofazmeinya of gta magic au gavin and michael!

[sorcererinthestars]

I'm going to pretend @shadeofazmeinya tagged me even though they tagged no one lol

relationship status: the definition of "its complicated" but ... not in a bad way? hopefully good.

favorite color: a deep forest green

song stuck in my head: Saint Chaos - Ghosts & Monsters... my friend used it in his ARG and its a bop

Last song i listened to: the same, but if you don't count it, I've been on a Mumford and Sons kick. Ghosts that We Knew is the last song I listened to.

Three favorite foods: french fries/potatoes, chocolate covered strawberries, and my mom's spicy white chicken chili

Last thing I googled: "why does your phone not let you keep the contact photos you edit" because iphones suck shit

dream trip: I want to go back to scotland so badly it kills me, I would move there in a moment. just let me go backkkkkkkk

anything i want: missing my mutuals. hi guys.

Tag 10 people you want to know better:

I'm bad at tagging people too, but I love my friends and would love to catch up! tag yourself so I can see what you're up to <3

[leverage-ot3]

@shadeofazmeinya's tags for context: #for those curious about the context#at this point in the episode they’ve just discovered a child has been kidnapped#and eliot is asking what nate wants him to do if he finds the kidnappers#and the perfect response#’your worst’#which#for eliot spencer the best hitter in the world#is v bad

readers, when i tell u i jumped in my seat

[somegrumpynerd]

Some Myatt cuddles since @shadeofazmeinya​‘s good post got me inspired

[the-garboman]

Michael for the headcanon post! any au you’re feeling!

Oooooooh okay! This is a toughie to decide on, but fuck it I'm gonna do my Fallout AU because I can and I love it even if no one knows about it. (Going back to add this after I wrote them all: this was super fun to do!!! I love getting to flesh out characters more.)

Headcanon A: Realistic:

Before he ended up as a ghoul in Goodneighbor, he worked as an electrician in Jersey. After the bombs fell and he realized he didn't (and almost kind of couldn't) die, he just began to tour around the Northeast. After a few decades, he settled in Boston because that's where some cities started to be put together, and he took a liking to Goodneighbor since it accepted ghouls like him with open arms.

Headcanon B: While it may not be realistic it is hilarious:

Michael is the subject of a great many stories and tall tales because of his time spent touring around the northeast, becoming something of a cryptid. Those stories still pass through, even a century later, and no one ever believes him when he tells them they're about him.

Headcanon C: Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends:

Tying into Headcanon A, when Michael realized what the radiation had done to him and that he wasn't dead, he was hopeful that it had done the same to his parents and friends. He spent months going through the rubble of his town searching for them, and spent weeks just sitting in his childhood home, but in the end he found nothing. That's ultimately why he left New Jersey to roam around, it was just too unbearable to stay.

Headcanon D: Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own:

I'm rejecting my own canon here, but if Michael weren't a ghoul and instead were a vault-dweller, he probably would've ended up as an Overseer due to his loudness and the fact that other people find him rather intimidating. He'd be a hard one to go up against, as many vaults revolted against their Overseers because they usually sucked, but he'd try and do everything he could to make life in the vaults tolerable while still keeping everyone in line.

[transvavsquad]

i heard pre fahc freewood and i came running. ryan who meets this skinny little kid finishing up one of his hits he was sent on. doesn’t think much of gavin at first, but the knife work on the three bodies with scattered guns surrounding him is impressive. they stand off for a while before gavin gives up and offers a smoke. figuring if ryan was going to kill him he would’ve tried already. its an unsteady alliance, meeting each other at finished jobs. but they start chatting (1/2)

they get to know each other. ryan learns gavin’s game is to seem unimpressive. get them to underestimate him. ryan sees thats a dangerous game and is the first to treat gavin as dangerous as he really is. there’s a bit of respect but both are always on edge with the other. until one day one of ryan’s hits goes bad. a bullet hit him right around his armor, into the meat of his shoulder. a traitor of some kind. with nowhere to turn, ryan goes to the only one who can protect him. gavin (2/2)

this makes me. SO happy. this is one of many scenarios that i imagine bc i love love love that people keep pitting gavin and ryan against each other in murder competitions and the fact that the two of them are like. iffy with each other but they still chill is VERY good and i just yeaheyeayeayeyaeyaehaeya

him having to go to gavin bc he’s hurt and no one else in this city is even remotely near as close to him as gavin is? even though he doesn’t like to admit that because attachments are dangerous TM typical hot topic middle school anime emo type shit face it bud you have a Friend and he’s got a sterile needle and clean bandages and a couch that you won’t sleep on because you passed out in his bed and he’s too tired to even try to move you or move himself

[bioshoook]

FINALLY DOING THIS! I really like the tiefling I made ngl, also that uquiz did not need to call me out like that wtf

I'm tagging @fairyspheres, @empresscirque and @shadeofazmeinya (only do it if u wanna!) and also tagging anyone else (moots or followers) that wants to do this

I saw the tag game things so I made my own! Make yourself as a monster and take this quiz!

@ladycalleddella @bjfinn @stinkyhorsebitch @lydiadeetzfan +whoever else wants to join!

[spacediddly]

(For @shadeofazmeinya and the Werewolf AU. I don't know who sent the original ask, but I have fallen in love with this AU and have decided to take an idea I had for it and run.)

Rumors of werewolves were not a new thing. Geoff had been all over the states and everywhere he went, he heard the tales of them. Beasts, as tall as cars, twice as big when they stood on their back legs, with paws that could crush a human skull just by stepping on it, rows and rows of razor sharp teeth in their massive jaws, and eyes as red as blood that could see right into your soul. Geoff would just shake his head and move on his way, they weren't that big.

Still, as the years went on, he started hearing the stories less and less. They were written off as old wives tales, nothing more than little stories you tell at the campfire to get a rouse out of your friends. The rumors disappeared all together once he arrived in Los Santos, people were too busy worrying about getting shot to care about werewolves. That was just fine by Geoff, he came out here searching for a legacy to create, not one to retell.

Werewolves hadn't cross his mind in ages until they showed up in town, The Hellhounds of Los Santos. That's what the locals called them. There was no way to determine how many there were, as no one had ever seen them. The CEO of All-Nighter, a popular club in down town, said there was ten of them, normal looking enough, but with massive scars all over their faces to make it impossible for the FBI to track them. The old homeless man who sat on the corner of Connelly and Fifth claimed there was at least a hundred of them, fists the size of your head and thundering footsteps that could be heard from miles away. They didn't seem to want to cause a ruckus, but these supposed werewolves had created quite the stir in the people. All anyone knew was not to go by the docks at night, especially during a full moon.

So, of course, as soon as the reports of dead bodies popping up on the docks once every month started coming in, Geoff had Gavin install a security camera outside the old fish packing building, right across from the suspected place. Gav thought Geoff was going looney, people find dead bodies everywhere in Los Santos, this wasn't a new occurrence. Geoff assured him that he just wanted to check, make sure it wasn't some little gang hiding out down there. Gavin shrugged and it as he was asked.

Nothing came out of it under two weeks later, around midnight.

"Oi, Geoffrey, you might wanna come see this!". Gavin called from his desk, his face lit up by the glow of his monitors. It was late into the night when he noticed it.

"Gav, I swear to God if this is another video of a cat getting its head stuck in a fucking tissue box, I'm going to turn off the wifi.". Geoff sighed as he came in the room, cup of coffee in his hand.

"Not quite.". Gavin trailed off, pulling up a camera feed. Geoff plopped himself down into the chair beside him, looking at the monitors. "I was check over all the feeds and, well, look.". He pointed to the video.

It was of the docks, Geoff had almost forgotten that he asked Gavin to set one up there. About fifteen seconds into the video, the rolling door of the warehouse was slowly pushed open, as if someone was having a hard time with it, and a figure stepped out.

It was a little hard to make one the features of the person, the camera's quality was only so so, but they looked it be a young man, around Gavin's age and slightly shorter, with a mop of messy hair. Geoff quickly took notice of the huge scar on his left bicep, it looked like it was pretty recent. The figure looked around for a second, then rolled the door closed and took off.

"That was around five pm, yeah? And then this happened a couple hours later.". Gavin dragging his mouse, moving the feed to about six am, if the timestamp was correct. The rolling door was opened again, this time whoever it was was out of the camera's view, and a blur of motion shot through the opening, moving much faster than any human, and the door closed quickly behind them.

Geoff leaned back in his chair and blew out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. So the rumors were true. Werewolves, or at least something of that nature, were in Los Santos. He never thought he'd live to see the day.

"Thanks, Gav, you did good work.". He ruffled the younger's messy hair and stood up. Gavin looked at him, sliding his headphones off.

"What are you going to do, Geoff?".

"Right now? Going to go bed. In the morning? I'm heading to the docks.".

...

Geoff woke up bright and early that morning. Well, not exactly woke up, insomnia was a bit of a bitch, but as soon as the sun was up, he was out of bed. He went to check on Gav before he left, to tell him what he was doing, but he found the lad at his desk, hunched over and snoring. Geoff smiled fondly, what a lovable idiot. Instead of waking the Brit up, he quickly jotted down a note telling him where he'd be and to come find him if he wasn't back by noon, and hurried out the door.

It was a quiet drive to the docks, the apartment they were currently staying at was only fifteen minutes anyway and no one in their right mind was up this early in the morning. Well, nobody but Geoff, but it was debatable if he was in his right mind considering that he was looking for werewolves.

He parked several buildings away from the warehouse, too close and whoever was in there would hear him. As he approached the concrete structure, he counted at least six bloody spots on the ground from bodies, one was still fresh.

The warehouse used to be used for making and storing fishing gear, but fisherman hadn't lived in Los Santos for years, so they were mostly used by squatters, drug dealer, and supposed werewolves. Most of the glass windows of the three story building were still intact, albeit cracked, and some of the other corners were crumpled. The perfect place to hide out if you didn't want to be found.

Now that he's at the rolling door, Geoff does not blame the guy for having a hard time getting it open, the thing's like seven feet tall and fucking heavy. Once it's open big enough for him to squeeze through, he's in the warehouse.

It's not quite what he was expecting; it was definitely run down and in need of several repairs, and the concrete made the whole building a lot cooler than outside, but it had protection from the elements, mostly, so that was something. Droplets of water hit Geoff's head as he walked under a rusty exposed pipe, making him jump. He ran his hand through his hair as he scowled at the pipe, like that was going to do something.

After walking around for a minute, he found the stairs that led up to the second story, footprints and what looked to be massive paw prints were left on the stairs by someone before him; he spotted at least three different shoe sizes and two different paw shapes. There definitely had to be something going on here.

To the left of the top of the stairs was a beat up old couch that had definitely seen better days, two large dog beds, and a claw-scratched coffee table in the middle, barely standing on three legs. The air reeked of wet dog and blood, making Geoff wrinkle up his nose. "So, there's at least three werewolves living here. Weird, I thought there weren't any packs left in North America.".

"There aren't.". A voice growled behind him.

Geoff froze. To be honest, he did not thing this plan through; like what was he going to do if and when he came face to face with a werewolf. An angry one at that, of the tone of the voice was anything to go off of. He slowly put his hands and turned around, ready to have his face mauled off.

In front of him was a woman, not a wolf. She was about five foot ten, well built with strong arms and broad shoulders, ginger hair that fell to about her shoulders, and murder in her golden eyes. She growled at him, in a hunched defensive stance, ready to tear him apart if he made one wrong move.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?".

"I'm Geoff Ramsey, and I was just looking.". That made her falter for a second, eyes wide as her breath caught. She looked at him with something akin to fear and something else, something far deep that he could see.

"Ah, so I take it the Ramsey name still carries on. Should have guessed as much, it's hard to forget a family like mine.". He joked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. Sure, his family was pretty well known, but they didn't exactly have the best history to go with it, so it's not surprise that it caught her off guard.

She snared at him, eyes a blaze, and stocked closer to him. "Give me one good reason not to rip your throat out right now.". She bared her teeth, sharp canines ready to bite into his jugular.

"I mean you no harm, I just wanted to help you.". He tried to explain, but she didn't look like she was interested in listening to his plea.

The ginger barked out a laugh, harsh and sharp, like a knife cutting right through what little confidence he had in that second. "Help? What help could you be to me?".

Geoff dropped his hands, who was going to take him serious with his arms in the air like an idiot. "Look, I know what you are and I know how to help you. You aren't the first werewolf I've met, and judging my the dog beds, you won't be the last.".

She locked him up and down, clearly skeptical of what he was saying, but slowly straighten up out of her attack pose. The ginger raised her eyebrow at him and nodded her head, showing she was listening.

"You guys were had to find, just as elusive as the Vagabond, but everyone knows he's just a myth. Anyway, if I was able to find you, others will be able to find you, and trust me, they won't be a friendly as I am. They'll come in with guns, ready to tear your pack apart and torture you, either to find out what you are or just for the hell of it.". She looked at him, afraid, not for herself, but for her family.

"I don't want that, and you sure as hell don't want that, so let me help you.". Her mood changed; her shoulders slumped, her face dropped, she looked exhausted. Like this wasn't the first time she had moved her pack somewhere she thought was safe for them to inevitably get found out.

"I promise I just want to help you, and I would never break a pack, I know the importance of a family. But I need you to trust me.". Geoff offered his hand to her.

She looked at him, thinking for a moment. She slowly placed her warm hand in his, not closing hers, ready to pull away if need be. "Jack.". She said.

Geoff stood there, grinning at her. "Alrighty, Jack, looks like you've got yourself a partner. Let's keep your pack safe.".

[bioshoook]

🎧 for the ask box thingy ❤️

Locked Out of Heaven by Bastille

You bring me to my knees, you make me testify You can make a sinner change his ways Open up your gates 'cause I can't wait to see the light And right there is where I wanna stay

Bastille my beloved, should've realized this was a cover, but I didn't think it was until I looked up the song today. Still a great song.

[miss-ingno]

Tagging Game!

Got tagged by @flamingwell <3 thank you!

Last Song I listened to: Over The Moon by TXT and Like Crazy by Jimin, the first which I'm currently learning in dance class and the latter we did last week :)

Currently Watching: Arcane, season 2! I had to stop mid episode 2 since I'm watching in a group and I can't wait to get together again to binge the rest of the series (which will be out by then)

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: Sweet! Though I also love savoury. I can't do spicy sadly since everything spicy is something I'm allergic to :/ (especially things that aren't spicy to other peeps but my tongue still warns me! xD)

Relationship Status: Single But Searching

Current Obsession: Batfam (DC comics), especially Tim and Jason

tagging @ganglylimbs @bumblewyn @minnichan @sasamelons @sorcererinthestars @shadeofazmeinya @endlessloch and @ anyone who'd like to take a stab!

[kingofcarrotwallflowers]

i can send you them color palettes! how about fizzy ocean, any AH member of your choice?

ive never drawn alfredo before so I thought id change things up a bit. sorry it took so long shade

[sorcererinthestars]

some cuteness for u bc im watching the latest off topic: fahc fiona and gav love to do their own little heists every now and again. but their targets aren’t banks or jewelry stores or even cash in general. no, they enjoy robbing candy and chocolate shops, once a toy store. just stupid thinks and giggling the whole time. fiona loves leaving the chungshaw logo when they do. a sign that po and her brit were there. taking so many goodies but leaving every penny in the cahs register. the city is more confused than ever but gav and fion are having a blast

This is so genuine! I love it so much! Fiona truly is the best addition to the crew. Can we just unpack the idea of Fiona doing one heist in her Po costume just because she could and now the city has sort of ... latched onto that. And instead of her getting a cool nickname, she’s just known as Po now? Hahaha. But YES. Her and Gav would be true little menaces, wreaking their own personal havoc on the city. Robbing candy shops, Fiona always having to replenish her supply of lollipops. Gavin likes painting the chungeshaw logo in bright gold spraypaint on whatever store they hit. Frankly, other than the bit of property damage, the candy stores in LS kind of ... like the hits?

For one, they pay. Which is weird, but hey, the owners don’t think about it too much. And second, they get a lot more business for being promoted on the news and things. So if candy stores leave their doors open for these demons, who was going to say anything about it?

Geoff just shakes his head. To be honest, he’s just happy Gav has someone to meet him on his level. ;)

[emilemiblem]

Jeremy seems like the type to suggest couples costumes. And Ryan agrees at first because why not. He doesn’t particularly care and if it makes Jeremy happy. Though that’s the mistake because Jeremy will pull out some weird ideas that will end up with Jeremy all orange and Ryan dressed all in purple

“I can be Rimmy and you be Tim!” 

YES though, mostly because Ryan doesn’t expect anything completely stupid, because Jeremy is wonderfully creative. The last thing he expects is the weird-ass things Jeremy comes up with the range from ridiculous couples costumes of salt and pepper or ketchup and mustard to one completely purple and the other orange. 

(Ryan loves it all, but he refuses to admit that)

[armadil-lo]

shadeofazmeinya replied to your post “‘tis my day of birth! B)”

happy birthday!!

thanks, shade! :’)