dost thou want to live fergaliciously?

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

maybe i didnt come back wrong maybe i was just a weird freak when i was alive but i hid it and acted so normal and after i died i decided to stop pretending. maybe being resurrected was the perfect opportunity for me to be myself because i knew you would chalk it up to the horror of me coming back wrong. but the horror was always inside me. did u think about that

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

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.

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?

deeply funny to think the school has favorites who aren’t you when you have two teachers who are actively power levelling you

your name is kipperlily copperkettle.

there is a knife in your hand and rage in your heart like a twenty four pointed star. like a name you dont know. like fire.

(we keep the fire lit, a girl you once knew would say. you keep the fire lit for her. you cant remember if you killed her or not.)

your name is kipperlily copperkettle. there is a girl who comes to school a mess and takes her clothes off in the hallway and doesnt seem to care about anything. there is a girl who has let not one but two gods die. there is a girl who brought a god back from beyond death with the force of her conviction.

(you once knew a girl that you admired for her conviction. a girl that was too stubborn for her own good. why can’t you remember whether or not you killed her?)

your name is kipperlily copperkettle. there is a boy in your party that you requested specifically. he worships a god that a girl you think you hate once worshipped. he seems like he only worships this god out of habit. conviction seems uglier on him than it does on her.

(you aren’t sure who you mean when you think ‘her’. there are two girls who it might mean. one of them is dead. there is a knife in your hand.)

your name is kipperlily copperkettle. you want the success that seems to come easy to her and nothing you do will ever get you there. the thing you’re striving for doesn’t exist. you know that and pretend you don’t because when you tell yourself something, it becomes true.

(you can’t remember if you killed her, so you tell yourself you didn’t. the lie tastes like honey on your tongue.)

your name is kipperlily copperkettle and the girl you think you hate is stronger than you could have ever known. she and her friends tear through the world like wet paper and you have to watch it happen. a boy who breathes ugly conviction watches with you, though he doesn’t know it.

(you have a knife in your hand and you smile at her as you slit his throat. his blood is hers on your hands. can you make her conviction ugly when you make what’s his hers?)

(you’re still not sure who you mean when you say her.)

your name is kipperlily copperkettle.

there is a knife in your hand.