What the shit why
#1, tops everything, this is what OTP means: Michael and Lindsay Jones
because you said anything and THAT MEANS THE REAL WORLD COUNTS
but that says ships, not ship so other ones…?
Jackie and Hyde from that 70s Show:
The Animorphs and Soul Rending Pain
I don’t have a picture for this.
wait hold on
Agents York and Carolina from Red Versus Blue
also from Red Versus Blue: Dexter Grif and Laziness
and i dunno
others
HOW LONG WILL I KEEP UP JAKE THIS TIME??
I had a very bizarre dream about Rachel and Melissa from the Animorphs. It made perfect sense in dreamland, but now that I’m awake and missing chunks…
The Chapmans took Rachel with them on a camping trip. The girls were maybe ten. Somehow we (I was Melissa) went from driving down a freeway to driving over rooftops and then driving off the roofs over a cliff.
We survived. By landing in… trees? And we fell out of the RV and rolled down a hill until we smacked into a ghost bear (a white grizzly). Rachel produced a gun from nowhere and blew its head off before morphing a giant bird and letting me ride on her back ala pokemon so long as I made sure to keep her trophy from falling off.
Like I said. Bizarre.
(And that’s not even getting into the parts before the camping trip where I was Cassie and we were in an alien fighting ring run by her dad.)
…well. according to this notebook I was doing a character study of David from the Animorphs in 2006. I don’t remember writing this at all.
Hungover and unable to sleep means “think about that crossover idea from last night” now. Apparently.
Animorphs and Warcraft. It’s been a few years since I last played Warcraft 3 thanks to damaged and missing discs but here goes nothing.
Crayak and Drode and the Howlers are the Burning Legion.
The Yeerks are the Scourge with Visser One ranking as Lich King. That would put Marco in the less than awesome position of heir to the throne of Lorderon. He would have had to go into hiding the moment Eva killed her father. Visser Three would be Kel’Thuzad.
Debating whether to make the Andalites Night Elves or huge pile of Cenarius’ offspring (dryads, centaurs, keepers of the grove, etc).
Jake and Cassie put me in and awkward position, since the Scourge are undead. There are two factions of undead who split off from the Lich King’s control: the Forsaken and the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
If Jake catches the plague from Tom, it would have to be early enough to be during the Scourge War and not the invasion of Icecrown which would make him Forsaken.
Humans/Night Elves/Children of Cenarius don’t get along so well with the Forsaken. Let alone allow one to be the leader of a group.
Tobias is a druid because flight form. Rachel is some form of Tank. Either Warrior or Paladin.
Hmm
What was the plan here?
really loved that part where she beats aliens to death with her own severed arm
aaahhh rachel, what a flawless plan <333
granted, turning into a starfish where there was a kid waiting to CUT HER IN HALF wasn’t a great plan….
Okay, I understand and sympathize with the Fanimorphs’ anguish every time the tag is flooded with stupid parody covers…but in defense of the stupid parodiests, /this/ is a REAL COVER?
#it’s like the entire series was written because the author saw someone use proto-Photoshop to blend together a human face with that of an animal, #and thought ‘hey!’, #’i could traumatized children with that!’, #’indirectly!’,
Scratch that “indirectly” and you’ve got it! With covers like this one you’d never guess that it was a series about guerrilla warfare and child soldiers against alien body snatchers.
…
I want to write a warcraft/animorphs fusion au and I don’t know why
I’ve been thinking about this long enough; it’s time to throw this thing up on the internets!
Animorphs Motorcycle Club AU, because Sons of Anarchy.
(aka don’t read one while watching the other.)
The Yeerks and Andalites are competiting nation-wide motorcycle clubs. The fighting started out as small things and eventually exploded into a much larger much more deadly war; both groups are one-percenters after all.
As part of the war between the gangs, the Yeerks have absorbed a number of smaller gangs in Andalite territory. Two of these gangs are the Hork-Bajir and the Taxxons; one known for hitman tactics and the other known for drug dealing. The Andalites are less than pleased with this, especially since the Hork-Bajir had turned down a their offer.
On the Yeerk side of things, each chapter of the club is run by a “Visser” and his second command is generally nicknamed a “sub-visser”, although it’s not an official title (sometimes the wife of a Visser gets that title, even if she’s not officially part of the club). Victor Trent has just taken over as the Visser of the third chapter as the previous Visser has moved on to become the National President (aka Visser One).
Visser One being Eva Mendez, a recent divorcee leaving her family behind in the hopes that her son won’t follow in her footsteps. (hahahahahahaha)
Of course, with a new Visser in charge, the Andalites think that this is the perfect time to move into Yeerk territory and Alan Fangor takes up the challenge. He moves his family (Tobias, Loren, and his younger brother Phillip aka “Ax”) to the town to set up shop.
Marco, upset about his mother’s abandonment, decides that going prospect for a rival gang is a good idea and convinces his best friend Jake to come with him. Jake believes that if he gets into the life he can grow closer with his older brother once more, as Tom is a member of the Yeerks and has become distant and hard to relate to since joining. He doesn’t quite realize the level to which the Yeerks and Andalites are enemies.
They have barely been prospects for a week when Rachel gets tired of Cassie worrying about her boyfriend(s? I like that threesome) and follows them to Fangor’s Garage. She may tease and mock the boys about being prospects, but she’s actually really pissed that the Andalites have a strict no-women rule.
Unfortunately Trent is a lot more vicious than Eva ever was, and doesn’t sit idly by while the Andalites try to recruit from his town. The Fangor Garage is torched, Alan killed, Loren blinded, and the boys are out of a home. They can’t stay with Jake or Marco because of their family ties to the Yeerks, so they wind up setting up a small camp at the edge of Cassie’s family farm.
With Rachel’s help and encouragement, the two boys steal bikes from a Yeerk clubhouse and start sabotaguing everything they can get their hands on. Jake gets pulled back in after Rachel and Tobias almost get killed trying to sabotage one of Chapman’s deals, with Marco jumping onto the bandwagon as soon as he realizes there is one to jump on.
Cassie, while not an active member of their pseudo-gang, helps to take care of the bikes as well as hide them in the almost unused barn on her property.
The Yeerks start calling the kids “Andalite Bandits” as there is no official Andalite chapter in the town.
Then other stuff happens that I haven’t thought about, such as Rachel and Tobias getting together, and finding out that as long as Trent is in charge of the third chapter the Andalites won’t be attempting to set up another chapter in town and so on and so forth.
It is on the nights after hard fought battles and narrow escapes from death that Jake lays awake in his bed. He watches the moonlight play across the ceiling and the shadows creep across his floor. They are the nights where sleep does not come, where he does not want it to come. His thoughts may be bleak, but his nightmares are terrifying.
He wishes he was the person his friends thought he was.
There are two things that stop him from being that boy; that man. Two things that twist him up in knots of shame, but not regret.
His own voice echoes though his night terrors: “Ram the bladeship.”
And
“We have a deal, Crayak.”
The scream rips through his nightmare and drags him up out of the darkness of oblivion. It takes him an endless moment of panicked heartbeats to realize that the echoing sound is not in his head, but coming from within his own home. Adrenaline that has only just begun to
subside flashes through his system once again, and Jake does not remember getting from his bedroom to stand at his mother’s side on the front lawn.
His hand is on her arm, and there is the faint spectre of orange and black on his.
Jean’s hands are clamped over her mouth, her eyes white with fear as she
stares out the open front door. A year full of battles waged and commanded has the teenager scanning the immediate area for threats; yet when he finds none he can only turn to her in confusion, “Mom?”
“Jake,” she breathes his name, as though she is only just now noticing him but her eyes are still distant and on the horizon. “Jake, wake up Tom and your father.”
“What? Mom, why-“
“Just do it, Jake!” The teenager stumbles backwards into the house from the force of her shove. She slams the door behind them, and her body begins to tremble in response to her fear; even so, her grip on his shoulder is firm as she pushes him towards the bedrooms. He catches a glimpse of the TV on the way past; it’s playing some sort of monster movie. There is an all too realistic news broadcast showing a massive creature, hundreds of feet tall, in the midst of tearing through the Golden Gate Bridge…