#ac 141

[eowynstwin]

Saw the AC 141 fanart you reblogged then immediately think about that animal crossing crack theory post here somewhere about humans being in extinction so the animals are keeping you safe in the island, and they're entertaining you with human enrichment activities they think you might enjoy. They might be misguided at times (the loan stuff), but they mean well. And that also explains why they cheer when you move their houses around bcs they think it'll keep you happy. Also, multiplayer is when they arrange a play date with other surviving human(s). T'was the greatest thing I've read this week.

So yeah, imagine COD AC shenanigans where you're the human, and 141 are your island inhabitants who never ask to leave the island.

the art in question

"Moved my bloody house again," mutters Ghost one afternoon, sulking on a beach chair beside Price as they (ostensibly) fish.

"Mm," hums the lion. "Mine last week. Better get used to it."

"Was by the river," the bear continues to lament. "Could hear the water while I was sleepin.'"

Gaz trundles up to join them, setting his box of fishing tackle down. "Sorry mate. Just saw this morning. River's filled in where you were."

Ghost sighs, very long and very loud, and slumps back in his chair. He longs for a beer, but Price had insisted on no alcohol on the island. It made humans screwy and weird, and increased their mortality ratings exponentially.

"I'm sure it ain't for no reason," Price murmurs. The line twitches, but nothing actually bites.

"Last I saw the human was burying a bag of money," says Gaz, extending his own fishing pole. "Not sure there's much of a reason for anything they do."

A low whir, gradually increasing in volume, interrupts the quiet of the day; the sea plane lands by the pier, and Wilbur hops out, followed by an extremely familiar horse.

"No," Ghost moans, "not that bloody numpty, please."

Soap catches sight of the group, brays excitedly, and runs down the beach.

"Fancy seein' you lads here!" he exclaims gleefully. "Heard there's room for me here from your human!" Gaz, the only one really excited to see him, throws him a high five.

"I want to leave," mourns Ghost.

Price snorts. "Good luck with that."

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[eowynstwin]

Omg that last addition to the AC 141 was so cute!!! It just makes me wonder how badly they would freak out when their human misses when trying to catch a tarantula or scorpion and passes out from the sting… high risk high reward

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Soap rushes to the museum cafe when it happens, and finds the old lion at a corner table enjoying a cappuccino to some smooth jazz.

“Captain,” he pants, hands on his knees, “the human got stung.”

Price is unperturbed. He blows a little stream of cool air over his mug, eyes closed with pleasure. “Happened before, Soap. Just needs a little medicine, remember? They’ll be fine.”

“No, sir,” Soap gasps, “scorpion.”

A beat. For a moment, he thinks Price won’t react. He remains completely still, expression totally neutral—

Suddenly the lion flings the mug away, splashing an arc of coffee across the table, and then he’s moving fast, sprinting past an indignant, sputtering Brewster, and it’s all Soap can do after his mad dash to the museum to keep up. He doesn’t know exactly how Price knows which direction to run, but he figures it has something to do with the smartphone Price gave you when you first arrived—it hardly matters. They come upon you quickly, on the south side of the island, lying facedown in the grass and attended by Ghost and Gaz.

“Captain!” Gaz barks, visibly panicking. “They won’t wake up!”

Ghost is less flustered than the young wolf but equally distressed. “Price, we gotta do somethin’ fast, humans don’t take well to venom.”

“How the bloody hell did this happen?” Price growls. He gets on his knees to turn you over; you’re out cold, but still breathing easily.

“They were…” Gaz trails, looking bemused.

“Chasing it,” Ghost finishes. “With a net.”

Price blinks several times. He looks between the bear and the lion, and then at the horse. Soap raises both hands.

“What, are we supposed to stop them?” he demands. “You said we gotta let humans be humans, boss, sometimes they’re—well, er, they’re…”

“Mortally stupid,” Price supplies, bushy brows lowering. “Alright. Help me get ‘em home. They should be comfortable at least, while we figure out what to do.”

He says it perfunctorily, as if he’s ambivalent to your life or death, but when Price lifts your shoulders it’s the gentlest any of the 141 have ever seen him touch another living being. Ghost gets a hold on your legs, and between the two of them, with the younger animals following behind, they make it to your front doorstep.

Then—the moment they reach your door, like magic, your eyes suddenly pop open. It startles everyone so badly, Gaz and Soap jump back with shock.

“Price?” you say, blinking. “Ghost?”

“We’re here,” says the lion. “How do you feel, kid?”

“I’m fine,” you say. “What’s going on?”

“You passed out,” Ghost says. “We saw it happen—don’t you remember the scorpion?”

“Gave us a bloody heart attack!” Gaz cries.

“Ohhhh yeah,” you say. “Oh, I’m okay, guys. It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Dead silence. Soap’s mouth drops open. Price is as still as a statue.

Ghost lets your feet drop to the ground. “Bloody fuckin’ hell.”

He turns away and stalks off, muttering under his breath. If you’re shocked by the profanity (a violation of another of Price’s many rules), you don’t show it.

“Thanks for bringing me home,” you say, looking innocently up to the lion. “I wanted to change my outfit anyway.”

Wordlessly, Price sets you down. You wave to the three remaining animals, and disappear inside.

“My house,” the lion says wearily. He appears as though he’s aged ten years in five minutes. “Someone get Ghost. I’m breaking out the whisky.”

[eowynstwin]

I actually can't stop thinking about your writing on AC 141, it lowkey got me playing again. When I got back on New Horizions, I found out that I had 300,000 bells in debt give or take 50,000 or so from an expansion on my house. Also I just got the Abel sisters' shop so I can finally get pretty clothes, yippie!

Enough about me, Nikolai is the pilot that flies reader to other islands, while Laswell is the one that mans the desk at the airport, only because she has other jobs and a wife. Blathers is the same because I love him like a cherished family friend.

I imagine that the boys were initially alarmed when reader started catching and holding all of these sharp and/or venomous animals with her bare ass hands. While they've learned that reader never really gets hurt doing this, it's still a little scary to see her running around at all hours of the night and day catching creatures to either give to the Museum or sell.

At least reader gives them very thoughtful and genuinely nice gifts, many of them handmade.

Anyways, those are my thoughts that have been plaguing me, and you can have them.

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Gaz wakes early to a beautiful morning on the island. The sky is a rich, vibrant blue, playing host today to towering formations of pastel clouds, and the temperature is just low enough to suggest that the heat won’t rise unbearably throughout the day.

Gaz brings his coffee outside with him to sit on his front lawn and admire the day ahead of him. The human had gifted him a lovely wood swing recently, which he finds ideal for days just like this, where he can sip something warm and enjoy the breeze, and the sun on his face, and the scent of the garden springing up around his house that the human is cultivating for crossbreeding purposes.

Out of everyone on the island, you seem to prefer him at the moment—Price tracks your activities, whose houses you spend the most time on, who receives gifts the most often. It had been him in the beginning, and Gaz had initially worried that the old lion might be jealous, but Price had only smiled at the notion when the wolf brought it up and pointed out that he had been the only animal there, after all.

So Gaz is free to enjoy your attentions unimpeded by guilt. He’s watching the butterflies flit idly among the heavy spring blooms, inhaling the steam of his coffee, when he hears a low hum somewhere northwards. Maybe Nik jetting off along the archipelago, on his way to pick up another islander.

Then, Soap comes galloping up, running at a breakneck pace, and Gaz hardly has any time to relax before he yanks open the front door of his house.

“Bees got the human,” the horse throws over his shoulder briefly before barging inside.

“What?” Gaz demands.

Soap emerges again, a bag of medicine between his teeth. “Bees got the human,” he repeats, and sprints in the direction of the humming.

Gaz sets down his drink and runs after him. Sure enough, in the copse of trees on the north side of the island, they find the human, sitting on the ground beside an abandoned hive, one eye swollen closed and looking very sorry for yourself.

“Shaking trees again, are you?” Soap says cheerfully, hiding his concern away so as to keep you calm.

The poor thing nods, tears flowing from your one good eye. “Sometimes money falls out,” you say.

“Got to be faster with that net, ken?” the horse says gently, getting to his knees and opening the bag.

As Soap applies the medicine and does his best to calm you down, Gaz makes a mental note to talk to Price about the goodies he hides to keep you entertained. It’s important, of course, that you always have something to do, Gaz agrees with that, but maybe they should mitigate the risk of bodily injury.

Even if only so the rest of them don’t have a collective heart attack when you get stung by something nasty again, if for no other reason.

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