dost thou want to live fergaliciously?

"Adaine will outlive her friends" "Fig as an Archdevils will outlive her friends" wrong, all their friends die and they demand to go to hell. They spend their afterlives in the Bottomless Pit surrounded by moshpits. Adaine swings by once a week for movie nights. She livestreams their funerals and they rank their eulogies.

Fig makes a studio album called ALL MY FRIEND ARE DEAD and each bad kid features on the song about the story of how they died bc NONE of those mfs are going out without a bang.

adaine’s track is actually a skit at the end titled STOP TELLING THEM IM DEAD. the skit has a house party remix within an hour of the albums release

a world where kipperlilly isn't a villain but just running for president is so fucking funny. you're a pedantic perfect straight a student with anger management issues who does all the extra curriculars and wants to be student body president for her senior year and then the person you're running against is a sweaty lesbian who wears a yellow tracksuit every day to school and who eats her lunch out of a trashbag and she walks up to you wearing a cowboy hat filled with salsa that her friends are dipping chips in, to wish you luck in the election. she wins

if she wasn't a villain pre-student body president kristen she would have been post-student body president kristen

kristen’s inspiring speeches

Figueroth Faeth is truly the character of all time.

She’s a tiefling. She’s an archdevil. She’s a bard of whispers. She’s a bard of lore. She’s only attended like 1 day of bard classes in her entire life. She’s a hexblade warlock. She’s a paladin. According to school paperwork, she’s a barbarian. She thinks her barbarian teacher is evil. (She’s right.) Her alter emo is wanted by the feds.

She’s a wizard’s paramour. She’s a rockstar. She’s a German Shepherd. Truly, no one else is doing it like Fig.

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something I love about Adaine's detect thoughts, is all the bad kids played a part in taking Porter down. It was the gift Fabian gave her for Mooner Yulenear that made it different than a normal detect thoughts that let her reach Ankarna. it was Riz's roll to get allies that brought Sandralynn into the fight and she picked Adaine in the turn before she used her detect thoughts so they could win. Fig and Kristen are there and willingly fail her detect thoughts so they have a wide range of persuasive evidence even if Porter succeeded on his roll. And Gorgug used one of his gadgets that he was building up the whole season with his new subclass to lower Porter's save so that Porter failed the detect thoughts.

Adaine by her own admission isn't good at faith stuff, but she has faith in her friends. They have never let her down and they were all there to catch her when she took a leap of faith and it saved the world

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THEY CAN REST NOW

completely sidestepping the rat grinders redemption discourse (and please don’t infer my feelings about it based on this post) to say that my personal and funniest hope for the season was that kipperlilly and kristen would be the most toxic yuri of all time, and i’m devastated we lost that

riz shouldn’t be the one putting more responsibility on his back by being vice president. instead i want a long complicated slow burn of kristen being president and kipperlilly being vp and klkc does a lot of the actual work and kristen is mostly there to fuck shit up and keep klkc from being too evil ala augefort and goldenhoarde except enemies to lovers and they end up making out in a storage closet right before a student council funding meeting and they both walk in and it’s so obvious.

we could have had it all

it was played as a joke but

there's something genuinely harrowing about gorgug and kristen on the deck of the ship, pelted by rain, swarmed by dragons, these two teenagers looking at each other with wide eyes trying to bury the fear down deep, and

do you remember when we died?

they were freshmen, they were children, they were two years younger but it feels like a hundred hundred years ago

it feels like yesterday, because deep down they're still that boy hiding his too large frame behind a metal flower and a girl stuffing her too large personality into the pages of her bible

do you remember when we died?

the ship rocks violently with cannon fire, hands of fear and divinity and loss creeping from the clouds

do you remember the day you lost your faith?

do you remember a forest so sharp it cut you clean through?

do you think we ever woke up?

there's something so poetic about kipperlilly copperkettle—who hated one of her classmates for daring to be better than her and having a dead dad, who refused to improve herself and instead chose to be bitter and entitled, who was so obsessed with being Special and Important like she felt she deserved that she willingly worked with a rage god, betrayed her party, and killed her friend—getting killed by fucking. Hold Person. her fancy optimal build IMMEDIATELY folding in the face of riz's cleverness and experience and applied knowledge. like, imagine someone spending years fixated solely on racking up EXP and getting the Best Abilities, and then when she dies, she's killed not in glorious combat but by a clever, practical application of a 2nd level spell that she NEVER would have ever thought of using because she has no creativity or adventurers' spirit, cast by the same classmate she always hated with a watch his dead dad gave him.

adaine's denim jacket is a mental illness/trauma recovery staple, actually. she wears that jacket every goddamn day and it has fluffy pockets and probably mysterious stains and tears that are a reminder of the life she's lived. a tear from catching on one of gorgug's tin flowers that she wore like a corsage on prom night. a yoghurt stain from gilear that really was powerfully resistant to cleaning, as much as she tried. a pulled seam from kristen shoving her whole buff arm into a pocket to get ecaf out. an extravagant embroidery of her name sewn onto the inside of the collar by cathilda in fabian's calligraphy. an abjurative ward burned into the denim by aelwyn who never learned to sew. an eternally damp spot on the shoulder where boggy cuddles up still wet from the aquatic portion of his backpack. a missing chunk of wool taken by riz for 'analysis' that was really stuffed into a baggie and pinned on a conspiracy board. a tiny unicorn created from fig's illusion in the nightmare forest that seemed to stay real even after leaving the forest prancing about the inner world of the jacket. a pocket in the ethereal realm just so that ghostly edgar the rat can curl up in it without phasing through it. an 'in memoriam' patch sewn in to commemorate the jacket-world person who sacrificed his life to give her a wand of ray of frost in freshman year. a little uplifting message written in ballpoint pen on the inside of her cuff during class. a smattering of wolf hairs that persist no matter how hard she tries to brush them off and keep ending up in her mouth somehow, although she keeps politely quiet about the occasional grey she finds on her shoulders.

how does it feel to be the rat grinders in that final fight

building up to a ritual you've spent the last year on, angry and tired and expending effort on this one thing so that you might finally get the recognition, the accolades you think you deserve. being special for once, in the face of a party of legend. of oracles and saints, angels and devils, great wizards and bards, inheritors of family legacy and tragedy alike who all seem to skate.

having to work hard in the shadows because you took the easy path and yet have to catch up with these people who so easily belittle you. seeing them rake in the benefits of popularity, running on a platform of flimsy ideas instead of true policy and yet still they have the school dancing to their tune. it's for the ritual, but the ache of it stings as they call you out again and again, laughing in your face for wanting something.

so much work, so much research, traveling and hiding for months as the bad kids are lauded and pass the year with a bullshit exam that you fail to rig against them, catching you in a moment of chance even as they survive what would kill you easily.

seeing them (her) haunt your dreams and die on your front lawn, forever chasing after someone who never existed in the first place. they imitate what they've seen of you. she disappears and yet is there to strike you down because the girl you think you could love hates you with all of her being.

being used by your teachers against your rivals and yet somehow they are nicer, closer to them than to you. more angry about their success, more invested in their progress.

summoning your full force, putting your family in danger, finally getting one over on them (her) only for them to be struck from the sky and thrown in your face as an insult.

seeing them going to work simply to decimate you and strike you down, with less power than you but more tenacity, more stamina, more true experience earned in the wide world. not knowing what to do as they do so with ease, dancing through the lava and flames with nary a thought but your destruction.

seeing them survive and bounce back from the attacks that struck down lucy. they didn't need rage to get here. they didn't need a nameless goddess, or midnights in the forest with monsters, spreading crystals in the dirt for a pieces of a plan years in the making.

18 seconds in and three of you are dead. there's no rage crystal that can save you this time. there's only blood and fire on the floorboards and the bad kids coming in for the glory again. they don't care that you're kids in their class.

with every moment it becomes clear that you are no longer people to them, just obstacles, failed investments, minor villains in their heroic journey.

was it worth it?