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Usually Arson, sometimes Sal. I don't know what I'm doing. Sometimes I write, mostly I sit in existential dread. 27 he/they situation.
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Hi! Just read your JacePorter fic (ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC) and came here to see you also like TMA???? ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!!! Your brain is amazing and I love your ideas!!!! Thanks for sharing them!!!!
THE FLATTERY! thank you, that really does mean so much (and I'm thrilled you enjoy my writing!)
and clearly as a d20 and tma fan, you're a person of good taste as well 😌
#hehhehe kicking my little legs like a school girl. when people like the words I slap against the keyboard.#I make the fucked up little men kiss and the crowd goes wild
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Okay I put it in the tags of my last rb, but this realization deserves it's own post
I bet Jace and Porter were absolutely planning on making big moves in freshman year, or at least already working towards their plan (their whole vibe definitely gives me extreme Long Con vibes). But they had to postpone a bit, because their first choices of pawns Penelope Everpetal and Dayne Blayde.
Penelope is a sorcerer! She would've been in Jace's class! Dayne was a paladin!!
I bet Jace and Porter had been grooming those two since their freshman year, and then Goldenhoard swooped in to grab them (not even realizing he was thwarting the second set of evil plans happening at that school)
The Rat Grinders were a last minute replacement
#shhhh don't tell kipperlilly she'd be so pissed#and I think Jace is so bitter about it. Penelope was his favorite.#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhjy spoilers#jace stardiamond#porter cliffbreaker#goldenhoard#kalvaxus#penelope everpetal#dayne blayde#the rat grinders
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awkward moment in freshman year where there were two separate evil plans being orchestrated by faculty that involve the death of the principal and manipulating teenagers to do your bidding
#starbreaker was planning on making big moves freshman year but penelope and dayn were their first choices for pawns#so they had to postpone a bit when their boss got there first 😔 hard to find a good teen that angry#(jace 100% blames how their plan is going to shit on that. PENELOPE wouldn't have fucked up this bad unlike the rat grinders.#she was a joy to have in class. jace loves a mean girl who gets shit done.)#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhjy spoilers#porter cliffbreaker#jace stardiamond#goldenhoard#coach daybreak
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The babytrapped vibes coming off Jace in the newest episode are insane btw
#jace was just in this for the dick but now he's forced to be a single mother of six. and he's not GOOD at it.#but frankly he's all they got so everyone is gonna have to deal because he cares about their alive/dead status a smidge more than porter#jace stardiamond#porter cliffbreaker#starbreaker#jaceporter#fhjy spoilers#fantasy high#dimension 20
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Revised this post a bit, expanded a bit further, and then posted to ao3.
Enjoy, all you starbreaker fuckers out there o7
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhjy spoilers#jace stardiamond#porter cliffbreaker#starbreaker#jaceporter#my writing
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spellcheck says I'm wrong for spelling grey with an E, and I say Fuck You
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hey! I'm trying to find a sketch that i think you did where baby franziska is saying 'you MUST hold my hand or youll get hit by a car and DIE', to edgeworth. if you werent the artist I'm going to feel very silly
YES that's mine, I only posted it to twitter though for whatever reason. here it is!
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Statement of Vic Michaelis regarding a series of interviews with extremely important people.
#give me the host!Vic lore please please they've enchanted me with her fucked up family and metaphysical landscape#very important people#tma
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welcome to Very Important People. you have been living here for as long as you can remember.
got too deep in the host!vic lore, especially the purgatory theories, so now you get an omori crossover, because something about how we'll do anything to combine our interests. happy season one guest finale to those that celebrate!
very important resources that i used! i couldn't have made this without these.
sapgoon's headspace brush
omori age drawing guide
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of course brennan’s vip ep was an art house film about the metaphor of the self through the lens of false dream logic and time loops delivered by a wild man from the woods who is also a physicist from Newfoundland who carries around rocks in a briefcase that he has to hatch and doesn’t know the word alligator but does know the words centrifugal force and is afraid of bowls. of course.
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The newest Very Important People makes me feel like I'm losing my mind but in a surreal emotional way that's probably positive
You put rocks in the bag. You carry it as long as you can. And then you find somewhere you love and you put the rocks down.
#it's literal. but also a dream. so it's a metaphor. and a dog. I'm experiencing shrimp emotions.#actually obsessed with the fictional version of Vic#very important people#dropout
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Adding „can self-multiply“ to my fucked up horny jace list
#I will not be a degenerate I will not be a degenerate I w#okay but when he split in four I started twirling my hair#(only way he can manage to take charge against porter in bed- I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT)#dimension 20#fantasy high#jace stardiamond
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going crazy over the possible jaceporter frostkettle parallels..... jace being clever enough to reject porter but not brave enough to die for those convictions..... porter telling kipperlilly that jace chose him over death, and lucy will choose her too. she'll come to her senses
#oooOOOHHAHAOhahahHHAOOOOKKHH#HM. WOW. OKAY. YEP. LOVE THAT BULLSHIT.#frostkettle#jaceporter#starbreaker#fantasy high#dimension 20
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He's your hero your killer your little bird your quiet place and long silences, with his head full of broken glass and pristine blade in trembling fist. He thinks you a princess a liar a beast a prize a god an equal a trick of the light a million voices calling out in anguish and hunger and longing a phantom born of every cruelty in the world
And so you are
He approaches with sure step frightened tiptoe arrogant stomp and reaches for you with that gentle deadly terrified claw to soothripkillfreebetrayhurthurthurthurthurt
He does not know you but you are all he's ever known and he's the only one who's ever known you so your flesh twists to match the vision of you he claims to understand. All he knows is that you are Wrong and so you are Wrong but every time you meet he is different and the same and carrying new shards of himself in bleeding fists.
You wonder if you are the one shattering him, or if you're merely choosing what's reflected in the broken pieces.
#i was glancing back at my writing tag and DAMN THIS SLAPS#you really went off with this one Past Arson#slay the princess
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wait, are people genuinely upset at the party for killing the rat grinders? because sure, I found them interesting and would love to further explore them with a more serious depth on my own time.
but also, you gotta know the show you're watching
remember penelope everpetal and dane whatever the fuck? zayn? how aguefort takes every opportunity to joyfully call all his students bloodthirsty manics? this is the genre, babyy. plus, as they examined in sophomore year, this is one of those worlds where death is meaningless. it's just a shift in your plane of existence.
the only difference in redeemability between characters like ragh and johnny spells is simply whatever whim strikes the players mid-fight
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savior complex
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Jace knew pain. He could handle that.
No, the worst part of dying was the fear. That split second before the end when pain took a backseat, a fluttering consciousness latching onto the only thing he knew for certain.
This was the end. This was it. No more. Over. Dead. Gone. Finished.
His chest spasmed in wild aborted half-breaths, choking on bloody phlegm his body wanted desperately to expel but lodged in his ragged throat. Fingers twitched as if to form the somatic components for a spell he lacked the energy to cast. The world shifted and sputtered, fading no matter how tightly he tried to grasp it close to his chest.
For all the world it almost felt like being back in high school again, desperately willing his eyes to stay open as the teacher droned on and on about material components even though everyone in class had an arcane focus. Just as he had back then, Jace was powerless to resist as his eyelids drooped and he finally dropped down into the long rest waiting for all adventurers in the end.
Pathetic.
End of the line. So where did that leave him? Caught between divine domains, having never pledged himself to any one divinity. The astral planes, the pits of hell, or even following the innate magic in his blood back to the feywilds of his ancestry?
End. The end. It was the end of him.
Is this all you are?
Was this his legacy? A young and powerful sorcerer, the potential of the universe sparkling at his fingertips, all the world open to him.
Spent the prime of his life getting heckled by fourteen-year-olds who only cared about learning how to cast fireball.
(I can't teach it to you, he always had to explain to the new ones, with their dead eyes and dumb gaping fish mouths. More of a coach. We're just spitballing back and forth what it might Feel Like to have the option of summoning a giant sphere of fire to raze down one's enemies.)
Is this what you're dying for? A handful of self-centered, idiotic, ungrateful brats?
Beyond the veil of death, every nerve in his body dulled to utter numbness, something in Jace's chest pulsed.
For a boss who'd fuck a flaming pigeon out on the bloodrush field before he considered giving you an ounce of respect?
In the darkness of the in between, caught in the steps before final death, the air turned hot and tacky. Blond hair curled limp against his forehead, drenched in sweat, heat clawing across his skin like a furnace trying to burrow its way back home.
The sort of heat that made it hard to think, hard to move, for fear that the slightest twitch would cut through the atmosphere and sear your skin straight from the bone.
Something crimson crackled through the darkness. A feverish crescendo crawling in every direction, hateful and ferocious in every shattering shower of red.
It didn't have to be the end. Not if he didn't let it be.
Get up.
And really, what had the goddamn gall to keep him here? What universe thought he would just roll over and stay down like a good little corpse?
He just had to. Reach out. Had to. Take it.
Get the fuck up, Stardiamond.
A fistful of rubies sparked and flared in Jace's palm, before he tilted his head back and poured them down his open maw.
On the material plane, Jace Stardiamond's eyes snapped open.
Jace thought he'd known what pain was. A lifetime of arcana, adventuring, of teaching highschoolers, he'd taken his fair share of hits over the years. Not like this. Nothing like this.
Jace thought he'd known pain, and he was a goddamn fool.
This
was
agony.
Writhing on the classroom floor, his back arched into an unnatural contortion of joints and limbs. The feral thing tore from Jace's throat could hardly even be called a scream, mangled as it was with a century's worth of rage buried in the name of a paper thin mask. It bubbled from his mouth as limbs thrashed about, eyes rolling back into his head with the anguish of it all.
"There you are."
A hulking fifteen foot shadow loomed over his twitching corpse, greedy eyes simply watching as Jace's fingers began scrambling across his own chest. A spellcaster's fingers, ordinarily so nimble and precise, nails once filed to a perfect smooth arch now ragged and bloodstained as they clawed through the layers of his own scarf and shirt.
He tore and mangled the flesh underneath until fingertips hit jagged gemstone.
"I knew you had it in you, somewhere under that bone deep smarmy front you put on."
Ruby splintered across Jace's skin, crystalized in his collapsed lung, sparkled in the lining of his throat.
"Bitterness, frustration, jealousy, hatred, judgement, call it what you want, but you've always been bursting at the seams with rage. Just waiting for the right person to come along and break the seal."
Flecks of ruby crusted to Jace's lips, pulled back to bare his teeth in a rabid snarl. The giant above only chuckled, the sound of his laughter like the grinding of stone when a whole mountain collapsed inwards.
"Why?" The word barely scraped free from his raw throat, lingering in the palpable heat clogged air.
A large hand gripped Jace's chin to force his gaze upwards, the bones in his jaw straining and cracking with the force of the gesture. Yet above him, Porter just clicked his tongue as if reprimanding a misguided child.
"Because, Stardiamond, you piss me off more than I can even begin to describe." His grin was too wide, too clean, a little too sharp at the edges. "That's holy, in its own sort of way."
#morning rb because I fixed several typos#if you saw the version where I said football instead of bloodrush. no you didn't. please don't exile me.#fantasy high
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