Summary: This is entrapment. David is only concerned that it's a no-kill trap.
What is the story actually about: Rachel brings David decent meals on the rat island from hell. David doesn't trust it, and Rachel doesn't know why she's doing it. Eventually, Marco finds out and tries to make her stop. This results in weird visits from both Marco and Rachel, and David getting MORE confused.
Eventually Jake finds out and no one's happy. Especially not Jake.
1: name ur politically correct ship that no one ever questions
Cake. (I’m working on a playlist for them right now! It’s titled ‘Stale Cake’ and it’s about them after the war when they’re not together anymore.)
2: now name ur trash ship
Marco crushing really badly on Jake and Jake having N O I D E A
3: and ur really trashy im-going-to-hell ship
WE ALL KNOW WHAT MY ANSWER IS HERE. YOU KNOW ESPECIALLY. WE ALL KNOW.
It’s Ratmance, of course. Bonus points for making it poly with extra people.
Optimally it’s Marco+David/Rachel. He gets to judge Rachel for doing it and then get roped in himself. But Jake and Rachel and David? Yesssss. CASSIE AND DAVID? SO GOOD.
I just. Want people to hatekiss David and have a lot of snark and judginess.
4: who is your cinnamon roll fave who everyone loves
Ax is the only possible answer here. Cassie should be listed but Ax would just eat her cinnamon roll.
5: who is your sinnamon roll fave who everyone loves to hate/hates to love
The Berenson Disasters. Both of them are terrible and I love them.
6: who is your trash fave who is so problematic they probably have hate
DAVID XANDER JACKSON
8: what is the fic you want to write/read but can’t because it is too full of Sin
David secretly dates all the Animorphs, one on one, and all the Animorphs are hiding their Disgusting Datemate from the rest of them in shame and David’s just Having A Good Time
9: what is the most sinful fic you have ever read/written
Probably everything in the David tag on the polymorphs blog: http://poly-morphs.tumblr.com/tagged/David
I wrote some of them? And other people wrote others? I have no idea at this point lmao. It was structured to be semi-anonymous on purpose.
10: what is the worst thing you want to become canon (character death, trash-ship etc)
I could have used about twenty more books including David before he got offed, tbh
what is your most sinful headcanon
David cutting his hair badly just to make Rachel angry
what is your cutest headcanon
Jake is chubby and that’s why he’s called Big Jake and also everyone loves him for it.
what is your heart-breakingist head canon
I can’t… beat Animorphs for heart break.
what is ur crackiest crack ship
David/Taylor. They never met, but they SHOULD HAVE.
what is ur marginally less cracky crack ship
Cassie/Happiness
what is ur favourite ridiculous au
My Interdimensional home AU where everyone lives and David comes back and they adopt a lot of kids and they’re poly.
Or the puella magi animorphs magica au
or the firefly crossover
or the supernatural crossover- that one’s the first one I ever worked on with Jess <3 as well as a lot of our other friends ofc.
i should’ve been in bed an hour ago and i have Important Things To Do for like the entire next ten days and yet, i have 2100+ words sitting in a piratepad document right now thanks to you and i’m not even finished with the first chapter of this hellshit, this is SOLELY your fault
Oh my god BUD I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING.
i’m going to die. i’m so sorry this inspiration has hit you. once i’m done voltron fic + written another chapter of original fic i will WRITE SOMETHING RATMANCEY IN RETURN i swear
Blood CW. David in Animasks, after he thinks he killed Jake.
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He did like his rat mask. The muzzle was long, gave him room to breathe and extra space to hide nasty surprises for anyone who crossed him. His hair gathered in the back in a little rattail that Rachel had always despised made it all too appropriate an animal for him.
But, boys had to grow up, didn’t they? And he had a brand new mask, recently pulled from a conquest. He was done playing in the small leagues with a tiny group like this. They were a thorn in the side of the Yeerks, but they didn’t have anywhere near the sway or power either the Yeerks or Andalites had. The Yeerks specifically had a taste for those who stole the masks of others.
He grinned down at his prize. Sure, it was a little banged up, a crack over one yellow eye, and stripes weren’t really his thing. But no one could say David wasn’t resourceful.
The rat mask was put to one side, newspaper was spread out, and David shook a can of gold paint. As he worked, gold paint kept getting on to the carpet - but hey, who cared, it wasn’t like he was paying for this motel room, or like they even knew he was here.
Orange and black disappeared as a lion rose out of the tiger’s image. David cocked his head to one side. It needed something. Sitting back, he leaned against the bed and his bat fell over.
He hefted it in his hands, remembering the swing. Remembering the hit. Over and over and over, showing just who was the most powerful between him and Jake. Sitting up, he swung it again, remembering the satisfaction of hitting the leader of the Animorphs while he was down.
Blood splattered on the mask, having still been wet between the nails and barbed wire on the end of his favourite weapon. David put his bat down again and leaned forwards to examine the lion mask. He reached down to the mask and felt a grin on his face, tracing out a big toothy smile with thin streaks of blood. He’d go over it later with paint, make sure the killer grin remained. Let everyone know exactly who they were messing with.
He fished out a permanent marker from his pocket and scrawled a nose and shapes on the ears to suggest the inner ear. All he needed now was a hood.
Luckily, he’d been confident and believed in himself. His materials were pre-stolen, and he pulled them out of the raggedy backpack he’d picked up from a bus station locker on his way from beating Jake to death. A large piece of dark amber fur, probably fake. A decently large scrap of kevlar, to provide a tiny bit of protection, and plenty of padding.
He added more blood to the mask and the mane as he sewed diligently, fingers being pricked by the needle over and over. He wondered how much blood Cassie was seeing about now. Was she crying over Jake’s body? Probably. Rachel wouldn’t be crying, though, not until she thought she was totally alone, where no one could see her. He snickered as he pulled thread through fabric. She’d be out for his blood, but he was pretty sure he could take the bear-themed Barbie doll.
Speaking of… He lifted the mane and eyed it critically, picturing Rachel in his head. Her bear hood was about the same size, if he remembered right.
He ripped up the sheets from the motel bed to add extra volume to his mane.
There. Perfect.
He tried it on and looked in the mirror. He wasn’t too far from the rat he’d been. Still wiry, his jeans were ripped, and his clothes looked the same. But his mane covered his shoulders and rose up behind the lion mask, which grinned into the mirror. He snickered and picked up his bat, leaning the smooth wood near the handle against his shoulder. The blood stains would fade, but he liked seeing them now.
“I think I could use those brass knuckles I saw the other day being used by that Yeerk kid on 49th street.” He mused aloud, and was pleased by the way the mask made his voice sound. “The spikes were a nice touch.”
He’d go get them. Right now, he could take on anyone.
