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The sweeties of all time

As she begins to get her energy back from resting, you feel her begin to build a shield around you in the night as you both trance.

my favourite sophomore year moment <3

#~<3 #aelwyn abernant #art that fucks so hard it can’t not be rebloged

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Your sister who you love so much (even though you’ve never shown it) asks you to be her sister again, her true sister, in deed not just in name. And yes, of course that’s what you want. That’s what you’ve always wanted and now that she’s shattered your defenses and destroyed the ones who would pit you against each other and died right before your eyes, how could you refuse? How could your answer be anything but yes?

So you go home with her, not the ruins of your perfectly posh prison, but a new home which provides love and care and bunk beds and it’s so so nice. Ridiculously nice. Sickeningly nice. And a small, sick part of you almost misses your old home (if you can even call it a home) because yes, it was cruel and awful and you hated every second of it but you knew where you fit. You knew what your role was. You don’t fit in here. Everyone accepts you because they’re all so nice, but they don’t know how to volley back your sharp words or find a hidden, “I love you” within an offhanded insult. 

And then your sister leaves to save the world again because that’s who she is. She’s the kind of person who goes out to save the world with her friends when she’s needed and you’re not. You’re not, not, not. Not on any count. You don’t save things, you destroy them. And friends? You have to allow yourself to be vulnerable for friends so of course that’s out. Your sister is 16 and she’s out saving the world for the third time and you, fully grown at 18, are a wanted criminal who hasn’t even properly graduated from high school. You can’t stop thinking about it and, without your sister and her friends occupying the house as a buffer, the ones who are left try to get you to talk about it so you make a rash decision, as you are wont to do. You leave, like a thief in the night. You can make your own way. You can. You’ll prove it.

You find a shitty apartment and pay for it with the ill-gotten spoils from one of your many exploits. You could probably pawn some treasure for more luxurious  accommodations–there is that chest of rubies just lying around–but you don’t. That’s not what you deserve. And what if your sister needs help later? You don’t have access to your parental funds anymore which means she doesn’t either. You know she won’t ask anyone for help–you wouldn’t. But someone has to look after her. You’re an abjuration wizard. You protect people. You protect her. No, that’s a lie. But you want to make it not a lie. You want to start now.

If you’re saving the rubies then you need a source of income. You narrow down your least villainous talents to try and find a suitable job and hit on teacher. You’re good at magic, right? So how hard can teaching it be? Hopefully not as hard as securing the job, which proves trickier than expected because, oh right, you’re a wanted criminal who hasn’t graduated high school. But you dip into your villainous talents once more and tell yourself it’s for a good cause. You secure the job. You’re doing it. You’re making your own way. 

You want to text your sister to see if she’s doing alright but you don’t want to intrude and you don’t want to answer any questions about what you’ve been doing because then either you’ll have to lie or explain that you’ve left again, right after you promised you’d be there. Both options make your heart ache, especially since it’s her birthday. So you wait until the house is empty (mostly empty–you’re never really alone in a haunted house) and enter the room you and your sister shared for too brief a time. You paint her walls with carefully rendered runes, filled with all your abjuration magic and stamped with your arcane mark. It’s a possessive bit of spellcraft. A selfish claiming of a climactic kill. You mean to make a different kind of claim. You are claiming your sister, as she asked you to months ago. You are telling the world that she will not be fucked with while you live. Your rooms were so close before. You could hear her. You knew every night she went to bed in the grips of a panic attack with no one to console her. She won’t have to feel unsafe in her own room again. You can make sure of that at least. 

The sun rises one morning and you know that means your sister is alive and well and coming home. You teleport to Falinel to make sure she returns to her favorite dessert. It’s worth the spell slot and the chance of being recognized. The tower where they kept you is long destroyed and you know that this time, if you were ever captured or even killed, rescue wouldn’t be measured in a matter of months. It would be days. Hours even if your clever sister and her powerful divination magic put things together faster. The thought fills you with more emotion than you know what to do with. You leave a note. “I love you,” you think. “Enjoy the nemesis ward,” you write. 

Practicing magic, as it turns out, is a very different skill than teaching magic. The children are loud and obnoxious and you don’t quite realize that maybe your expectations are too high between the hothouse you grew up in and your sister being the world’s greatest diviner, fullstop. You know you can always go back to the manor, but that somehow makes it easier to stick it out. You’ve always been taught that pressure provides the best results but there’s something about the security of a safety net that makes everything a bit more bearable. And so what if you have to take a second job involving a light criminal element. You’re only smuggling–that’s barely even a real crime.

Your sister who has saved the world thrice now, texts you and she wants help. She is looking to you for help. And you do your best to oblige. You offer your knowledge, you offer your rubies, you invite her over again and again. She sends you a text and deletes it. You’re not the diviner in the family but you drain your spell slots scrying for information you already know. Information that you'll hear from her own lips in just a few hours. “I love you.”

She finally visits and you’re not unaware of the state of your apartment. You know you’ve been too exhausted for an Unseen Servant or even a round of Prestidigitations but you know that your sister has seen your mind and there’s nothing messier about you than that. She teases you and you tease her back. She’s the only one who understands how to deliver a complement with a backhand so you can receive it without your skin crawling. The only one who knows how much tartness you need with your sweetness. 

Later, she visits again. She sits in your filthy apartment and you watch trash TV and it’s the highlight of your week. Your month even. That should feel pathetic but, somehow it doesn’t. You want to tell her. She deserves to hear it from time to time without having to filter out the layers of prickliness that you add as second nature, a layer of armor as ever present as your abjurer’s ward. You may not be able to handle naked sentiment but she can. You’ve seen her with her friends. How affectionate they are. You’ve always been taught that loose lips sink ships but you have experience with ship sinking and this prospect fills you with much less dread. You tell her and it’s awkward and fumbling but you manage. Maybe loving people isn’t so different from loving cats.

You have a new job which is perfect because the school year is almost over and, blackmail or no, you aren’t sure how many times you’ll be able to get away with casting Sleep on your class to give yourself a break. Honestly, you should have applied for jobs in Leviathan from the start. Why would pirates care about your sketchy history and lack of credentials? You could teleport yourself to Leviathan every day but that would be a waste of a spell slot when the door to the Compass Points is right there in the manor (and if your sister happens to be there too then hey, happy coincidence). While you’re there, you might as well do your laundry. And stay for dinner from time to time. And spend time with your sister in your her room where your runes stand sentinel and your old bunk lays untouched. You don’t think you’re staring but later, as you go to grab a snack from the kitchen your sister throws you a casual, over the shoulder glance. 

“You can just move back in, if you want.”

And would it really be that easy? Just like that? After a year of trying to make a point or a plan or a better version of yourself or whatever? Just like that? 

You remember a year ago. You and your sister and words that will be burned into your mind forever. 

“Despite the fact that you have not earned it, I do love you.”

Just like that. 

You say yes. You stay. 

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​I have been thinking about similar things for a while around KLCK, but this really puts it into words. Her parents also both seem like the wealthy, neglectful type based off their jobs and how Kipperlilly acts. Not to mention that in freshman year we hear that canonically in-universe halflings are a “model-minority” through the Cubbies.

If goblins are considered the rabid, evil race as a minority, when one is academically successful and heroic, it’s breaking the norm, it’s praiseworthy and honorable. When a halfling does it? That’s “normal”. It’s statuesque, it’s expected. “Of course you’re smart and heroic and clever, you’re supposed to be”.

I can see why that would lead a teen girl to be jealous of someone who is more “tragic”.

The thing about Kipperlilly Copperkettle to me, is this. If you’ve ever been an emotionally neglected child, or a child that struggles significantly with mental health but is able to keep up a facade of normalcy, you often start to wish you had ‘real problems’ to justify the emotional turmoil that you’re in, or to receive adult validation and support. If I was really struggling, someone would notice. Someone would help.

Imagine being 14 years old. A freshman in high school. You are lost and you are angry and you may or may not be receiving any care or attention at home. Your grades are perfect, but you’re still not receiving the validation you so desperately crave. And you see him. The boy in your class, the only one on your academic level. And he is getting that recognition. And his problems are like ‘this giant dragon killed my dad’ and the solution is ‘I’m going to tear it up with my teeth’ and everyone applauds and affirms him as he destroys the thing destroying him

But you’re struggling, too. You want to tear with your teeth, you itch for the feeling of blood hot in your mouth. You are so angry. Your problems aren’t anything you can bite into. You are the problem. You’re 14. You’re so angry your skin feels too tight and no one sees and no one cares.

And then an all powerful force, a g-d dead and buried, kills you and all your friends. And she says…your problem, it can be a solution. It can save your friends. Come back. Come back to me. Tear with your teeth. Lie and cheat and steal and kill and be enough. Be enough because you’re angry. You’re 16 years old. You take the deal.

#kipperlilly copperkettle #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #this

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Introducing my sweet little fhsona, Drusilia Possumwood. Credit to @alfredoalfredoalfredo for the adorable artwork of her!

She's in a party of sophomores with Clementine and Talia who are @alfredoalfredoalfredo and @acearoriz's sonas. I love our little scrunglies so so much!!!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhsona #fantasy high oc #dimension 20 oc #oc art #fhsona art #Drusilia Possumwood

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In another, possibly better world, Adaine and Kipperlily could have grouped up in freshman year and become that nastiest bitches to ever live and mean girled their way into running the school through raw intelligence.

#also think about them relating over emotional regulation troubles #two girls #one has anxiety disorder and panic attacks #the other is chalk full of anger issues #both are on emotional regulation medications #dimension 20 #adaine abernant #adaine fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #kipperlilly copperkettle #KlCk #fhjy

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Trigger Warning for Suicidal Ideation

People keep talking about how Kipperlilly is probably mad at Lucy for not coming back. How Lucy chose to be dead rather than to be alive and with her best friend. But I wonder if Kipperlilly is mad at herself. Mad for picking the cowardly way out. For clinging to some awful, rage-filled semblance of living rather than “sticking to her guns” and dying in peace. Is she mad that she chose to live rather than stay dead with her best friend?

#kipperlilly copperkettle #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high junior year #lucy frostblade #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fhjy theory

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I love that every kipperclock riddlefuck post I’ve seen since yesterday’s episode is so so split. Either it’s about her being the absolute most vile, privileged bitch in the universe (true) and how she deserves to die for it (less true), or it’s how in her own, sad, fucked up way she already has gotten her magical tragic backstory.

I hope when we end up fixing this revival god shit she just has an actual mental breakdown and goes to see an actual therapist/anger management specialist. We love jawbone but he started studying for the job after he got it, and as lovely as he is, he is not qualified or professionally trained enough to help her out.

#kipperlilly copperkettle #dimension 20 #fhjy #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy spoilers #d20 fhjy

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lucy, you're coming back to us too, right? to me?

#I love art of kippercuck #literally it is peak #tragic evil bitches are the worst which means their the best #art that fucks so hard it can’t not be rebloged

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Chelldos drawing inspired by a scene from the long game

#art that fucks so hard it can’t not be rebloged

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Lord

#robo reagan #inside job #clank! clank! clank! clank! #god have mercy on my hornt soul #robots are so hot #especially evil ones #I forgive evil ai 🫡

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I love her!!!!

my fhsona Clementine!! shes currently a sophomore :)

shes in an adventuring party with @saphic-with-t and @automaticsoulharmony characters Drusilia and Talia!

(using @cloudmancy temp)

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She’s a messy bitch and I love her for it <3

pour one out for your local unhinged teenage girl 🍷

#worlds most unstable girl #she’s got blood on her hands and she doesn’t even fucking care #icon #the haters are just jealous #which is why I hate her #kipperlilly copperkettle #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy

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It’s also perfect for the dynamics they both played in the abuse they faced. Catra took the actual brute force of Shadow Weaver being awful and was constantly being humiliated, threatened, and tortured. She had to recognize that every move she made mattered and that even small slip ups and mistakes would lead to huge loss and pain, so she didn’t have time to consider if something was ethically or morally sound. She just needed to worry about if it was going to get her in trouble or not.

Meanwhile Adora was the golden child. She had to watch awful things happen to Catra and do her absolute best to calm Shadow Weaver down and please her, as to stop Catra from more pain. A literal savior. She also got a ton of survivors guilt, shown in the show with lots of flashback scenes where she is spared from the hate and pain that Catra is forced through.

I just love how well the development and thought processes are done in this show for the two, and how it allows for us to understand their reasoning while still being a step away from it and knowing it isn’t reasonable.

i think it’s interesting how adora and catra’s different forms of abuse affect their outlook on humanity; catra doesn’t really believe that there’s good in the world as a whole and is in constant state of self-preservation so she doesn’t care to fight for what’s seen as morally right most of the show, adora has complete faith in world but none in herself when it’s not tied to other people & values pretty much any good civilian/person’s life over her own. she’s always willing to die for a good cause and puts what other people want above her own wants. they’re both very extreme but only grow from that as they come back together. catra remembers the positives in her relationship with adora and realizes that she always cared about her, then begins to do the right thing because while there’s bad in the world, there’s also good. she doesn’t have to shut herself off from everyone and align herself with an oppressive regime to be safe as there’s safety in connection and humanity. her relationship with adora isn’t perfect and bad things still happen but she continues to do the right thing and protect her + other rebellion members out of love and knowing that despite her own extensive pain, good still exists in people and etheria can and Deserves to be salvaged. after adora allows herself to fight for catra again and express her love she breaks fully the confines of her controlled destiny as she-ra. for the first time in the show she allows herself to consistently want things that aren’t related to her duty. and once she hears that catra loves her there’s a push to believing in herself once again as she doesn’t need to martyr herself to matter to other people, she can just exist as herself in order to be loved and that can co-exist with her love for the world and it’s inhabitants neither one coming before the other.

#catradora #catra #adora #spop #she ra #can’t stop ranting #love them to much #the trauma bonding hits so hard #all the best ship tropes

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This would work on me

can i rizz u

#elphelt valentine #guilty gear #guilty gear strive #cutie patootie #in fact she’s the cutiest patootiest. #the baby girl of all time #doodles that fuck so hard they can’t not be reblogged

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Arthur Aguefort absolutely used magic to find the most professional and qualified SAT proctor from across the multi-verse and then just popped over to them and pulled them into the world of Spire without even asking.

I think Gavin Pundle deserves a shoutout for being like. One of the most reasonable adults in the series so far.

Reassuring the kids he'll vouch for their innocence? Taking their concerns seriously?

Respect

I'm shocked that anyone this normal exists in the FH-verse tbh. It feels like he got isekai'd in from a world that makes more sense. Like he used to be an SAT proctor and then he got wooshed to Elmville and was like "Welp" and got the exact same job (now with more possible death!)

I do wonder how much that will actually help them though considering Brennan is allergic to making law enforcement competent and also Devil's Honey is in the mix to potentially beat a Zone of Truth.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #arthur aguefort #gavin pundle #fantasy high junior year #fhjy

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I love her!

Little outfits for my fantasy high sona!!!

#I don’t know who she is #but absolute cutie! #good job op #excellent work #art that fucks so hard it can’t not be rebloged

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I don't think Buddy asks Helio any questions.

Kristen asked 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' because she believed in all the good things she was taught, but noticed the strange disconnect between the world as it was and the world as it was taught to her. So she thought, surely, if I can't come up with the answer, Helio will have it. And she hates him for dodging her question.

Buddy is far more deluded than Kristen ever was. And he is far, far angrier inside as a result, even if he deliberately conceals this fact from himself to protect himself from the inevitable mental breakdown this would cause. Buddy is not as altruistic and giving and caring as Kristen is. He wouldn't question why he was betrayed or dig into a question like 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' Those aren't the answers he needs, because of course he'd be betrayed by someone outside the church, that makes perfect sense. Of course bad things happen to good people, we simply live in a fallen world.

Or, well. He used to live in a fallen world. Now he's dead here. In Helio's divine domain.

I think Buddy, as he wanders through fields of corn to the big farmhouse where Helio is chilling out, privately thinks about the fact that Kristen Applebees' horrified expression was the last thing he ever saw before a sharp pain in his throat. I think Buddy assumes Helio knows he's thinking this and apologizes for bringing thoughts like that into paradise. I think he thanks Helio for recognizing his devotion and bringing him here once he died and dutifully deceives himself about his own rising emotions at contending with the fact that he's dead now.

After all, he was raised to die. He was raised to want to die.

To want to be here with his god whenever it was he called Buddy to him. So he doesn't feel upset, no, of course not. He's just a little surprised at how sudden it was. (How completely random. How unceremonious and unfair.) He's a little bit worried how his grandparents would react to the news is all. (He cracks a joke that maybe he'll see them here shortly after they do get the news. He doesn't laugh at it.) He had his own plans for how he'd spread the good word in life, but of course, Helio had other plans. (Nothing Buddy ever wanted really mattered. He knew that, he knew the will of Helio was the real thing that mattered, and everything else was just a small list of preapproved extracurriculars in the syllabus of his life.)

He can't be upset about this.

He shouldn't be upset about this.

This is his reward.

This place and these people and this god are his reward for a life of service and devotion and walking in the light.

It's not his place to be upset about his own reward. Kristen got upset when she went to heaven, when she met Helio, and look where that got her.

Look... look where that got her.

He thinks he hates her. For looking at him like that. All the ways she looked at him. Like he was something pitiful and contemptible. Someone she needed to threaten away from her little brother. Someone she has to double and triple check if he's going to revive her when he's under magical oath to do just that or lose his connection to a divinity she threw away after being chosen.

And then. In that last moment, she looked at him and he saw grief and horror and caring. Like his death was awful and unfair and tragic.

And he thinks maybe he hates her for that. For challenging him every conversation they had and looking at him like she knew something he didn't. Like she was above him. Like killing your own god twice in life is a preferable fate to living for the promise of eternal sunlight and cornbread in death. A promise which was kept to him.

Kristen was promised to Helio, too.

And he can't unsee her face. He can't move along and focus on what truly matters (Helio, the church, spreading the word, doling out divine punishment when needed) because he's reached the end. There is nothing left. Only this bright sunny cornfield and a god who... is nice. And who cares about him, personally. He got Buddy's name wrong the first and only time they held audience.

He thinks he hates Kristen, and he hates that that hatred isn't immediately squashed out of his soul just by being here. In paradise. Where he belongs. Where every follower of Helio belongs. Where he never has to have anyone look at him the way Kristen did ever again.

I don't think Buddy Dawn asks Helio any questions. Because how do you ask the god you devoted every waking minute of your life to, 'Why do I hate it here? Why does this feel like hell?'

#fantasy high junior year spoilers #no comments #but this fucks hard op