#Porter cliffbreaker they could never could make me hate you

[whoblewboobear]

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives is failed ascension!Porter apologizing to Jace.

[zukkacore]

As much as I want True Believer Jace to be real I do believe his biggest crime in the eyes of Brennan is probably being kinda complacent and cowardly. I’m very convinced the explanation for why he’s team Porter is going to be very underwhelming and mundane. However, this too is yuri. The mundanity of the very probable “I got strong-armed into it and was afraid of oblivion” is not enough to dissuade me and in fact not to be real for a minute but being given a sense of purpose and hierarchy is a big reason many people turn to religion in the first place because it soothes them of uncertainty even if the the hierarchy fucks them personally over. Jace kinda got Fantasy Pascal’s Wagered into being a believer whether he likes it or not & is that not toxic old man yaoi in its own way

Come with me. Hold my hand. This isn’t the first time I’ve romanticized the “aimless undisciplined person looking for purpose idolizes the person so single-minded in their aims it’s awe-inspiring and terrifying and enviable” dynamic and it won’t be the last

[kindlespark]

sorry i keep only coming here because ppl send me screenshots of bad posts which is rly petty i know but i need to start posting my jaceporter meta on here too because i truly don’t understand the appeal of stripping their evil traits away….. “porter cliffbreaker they could never make me hate you” HE’S AN IMPERIALIST 😭😭😭😭😭

[maxdurden]

🤯 Is there a scene of yours that just gave you a "mind blown" response? A plot detail that you absolutely love? Like you are so excited about it and it was so fun to get on page? / 👀 Any snippets you could share?

for the askk gamee :333

writer's asks!

🤯Is there a scene of yours that just gave you a "mind blown" response? A plot detail that you absolutely love? Like you are so excited about it and it was so fun to get on page?

ooh i had a lot of these moments when writing my kipperlilly one-shots. she just Makes Sense to me. but, i think the one plot detail that was very exciting to me in but slowly the instinct takes root in her throat was that porter was orchestrating it all. like, he's the one who tells jace to put kipperlilly on night watch with ruben, knowing damn well that she's just undergone this rage ritual and she hates him. like, he claims that her killing ruben pushed forward his plans, but he's the one waiting up for her; he's the one with a suspicious stock of shatter stars ready to go. but!! it's fun because to me porter's very cult leader coded, and once you've got a cult initiate pretty well invested, a good way to make sure they won't leave it to make them feel incredibly guilty--like no one outside of this group would understand them, like they're completely broken. and that's exactly what porter's doing in that one-shot (i would kill that man with my bare hands if only i had the chance).

👀 Any snippets you could share?

suuuuuurrreee i'll share a snippet from my current wip, which is a multichap durdawn fic that's haunting my every waking hour

“You know, I bet the kinds of people who go to Durden parties really need Helio.”  Buddy was gathering his things after a particularly exhausting training session in the Far Haven Woods. It was winter, which meant that despite their coats and gloves, all of the Rat Grinders were shivering by the end of it. Mr. Cliffbreaker had insisted that they stay late. Real adventurers die in pursuit of the kind of power I’m handing to you lot, and look at you sniveling about a bit of cold weather. Kipperlilly was in a foul mood afterward, or more foul than usual. As soon as Mr. Cliffbreaker dismissed them, she was gone. Mary Ann never stayed later than was absolutely necessary, either. But, Ivy and Oisin lingered.  “Durden parties?” Buddy’s head popped up from where he was bent over his bag.  Ivy was leaning against a nearby tree, inspecting a stain on her glove with a clear expression of distaste. She complained often about how they were expected to get their hands dirty. He wondered if she, too, was thinking about how on the nose it was to have her new winter gloves stained with blood. Then again, it was the blood of a monster which had been brought to them already unconscious.  “Yeah, you’ve never been?” Ivy asked and looked up. Her eyes were bright, like the eyes of an eagle zeroing in on its prey. The other members of Buddy’s party were misguided, hurt, and lost. Ivy looked this way when she was gearing up for a particularly cruel joke. He didn’t blame her for them. It was sad that she felt like she had to guard herself with meanness like she did. “I guess they don’t happen too often anymore, but I thought you and Max were friends.”

[whoblewboobear]

No but in another life where Jace isn’t too far gone, he and so many other coworkers coulda vibed. Henry would tell Jace that he can do anything he puts his mind to and helps Jace sign up for community college or take night classes on the side to take a level of Wizard. I love Porter’s nasty awful ass, but Jace deserved better company and better relationships with his other coworkers that wouldn’t have killed him.

Like Tiberia would hate his ass but if he asked and put in the work she’d maybe help him learn the basics. He could go get drinks with Corsica, meditate and practice mindfulness with Yolanda, etc. like the possibilities were endless. I don’t mind him being dead and he doesn’t have to be reformed, but in death I image he regrets trying so hard to build a bridge between Porter and himself.

I’m 100% attached to Jace now and he’s sooo tragic to me in a Kendall!Sucession type of way. Like the only thing in his way was himself and he pursued the wrong thing and got nothing to show for it.

Catch me frantically scribing an Aguefort Coworker’s Retreat AU for my baby girl Jace where Arthur makes his staff (villains and all) do silly team bonding activities and some of them come out of it a lil better for it.

Porter gets revived to participate bc it would be his personal hell but is absolutely not allowed to teach at Aguefort anymore on account of the grooming students to be his worker bees. Maybe he’s sent to work in the compass points where Ayda and Aelwyn could destroy his ass at a moments notice. Maybe over time he’ll pick up a book or two on pirate friendship and send Jace an orange idk. Is this anything?

[zukkacore]

Crossposted to ao3

The morning after Frosty Fair Festival, Jace summons Porter to the principal’s office.

“I’ve been VP for five minutes, and I find out that one of the fucking Bad Kids is taking three simultaneous years of artificer class? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You can’t pin that on me, Stardiamond.” Porter’s laugh is easygoing, and he’s only half paying attention as he watches the smoke trail from the cigarette he’s waving around. “I tried to dissuade him. He put himself through that.”

“But you won’t sign his MCAT. Do you want his annoying little truant friend to hate you?”

Porter laughs. “Miss Faeth isn’t a truant, I’ve been taking attendance for her in barbarian classes nearly every day."

He takes a long drag. “Of course you have.”

“Miss Faeth hates me no matter what I do. If she hasn’t caught on to what’s going on by now, I think you can breathe. Besides, I like a challenge. Something you could stand to learn.”

He tries to take another drag, but his hands are shaking, he’s so mad. There’s a clenching in his chest where the shatterstar is placed, then a pain that radiates outward. He winces. “Be it from me to question your teaching methods, but. Do you know what the Bad Kids did to the last vice principal?”

“Hey. I brought you back once. I can do it again.”

“I—” He doesn’t want to talk about that right now. He’s not ready to talk about it. “Tell me, does getting chewed out by a devil because one of his best bloodrush players is swamped sound like a good time to you? Jawbone recommended I look into xanax, that’s how wired I’ve been. And that was before I got ‘promoted’.”

“I’m sure you could get your hands on some if you attended one of his orgies.”

“Go to hell.”

“Likewise.”

They glare back and forth. Jace is used to getting into tiffs with Porter, but this—this is real.

 When he opens his mouth, his voice is quiet. “I don’t see why you can’t just sign the kid’s fucking MCAT.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate the whole impassioned speech,” says Porter, “It’s nice to see you actually riled up about something once in your silver-spoon life, maybe finally you’ll start giving a fuck.”

“I’m not riled up,” says Jace, but he’s working to keep his voice steady.

He’s used to the assumptions about his life, and he’d much rather keep up appearances than let a soul know about his estranged parents or the mind that’s trying to kill him. That’s the thing about sorcery—when your power is innate, you can never stop being grateful. If things are fucked, they could always, always be worse. He has to be unassuming. He likes being unassuming, because a gift is not a threat. And if his student’s can see that this scary thing they can’t help doesn’t have to rule their life, then, yeah, he’s ok with being a little bit of a joke.

At least, he was ok with it, before Porter Cliffbreaker broke him and shoved a shatterstar into his gaping chest wound and gave him a choice: rage or oblivion? He made his choice. He can’t back out now. So doesn’t Porter see he’s trying to look out for him? “I just think it would make things so much easier—”

“For who? You? Pardon me for treading on your cushy little gig.”

“Oh, we’re way past that.” Eight months past, to be exact. His mind is drifting back fondly to bleeding out in the Mountain’s of Chaos. He’s grateful that it’s so early in the morning, that no one is around to cast Detect Thoughts.

“Thistlespring could use a little tough love. That’s just the way I teach, now that you’re in charge, you’re gonna have to deal with it. He’s an orc, Stardiamond—barbarism is in his blood. He just needs to apply himself. I mean, you’ve seen the kid play bloodrush, he’s a beast.”

He grimaces. Something about the way Porter is speaking, he can’t place it, but he feels sick to his stomach.

“Right,” says Porter, clearly misjudging the expression on his face. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to show a little school spirit.”

Jace laughs sharply.

“Well. He’s a beast you’re gonna find yourself on the wrong side of if you don’t watch yourself. You know how The Bad Kids are—they worm their way into everything, and the goblin that Kipperlily hates, he’s the worst of all. You know, he ate—Forget it. I just. I don’t want you getting—” He stops just short of saying it. As much as Porter has personally fucked him over, he’s in it too deep. Despite everything, Jace cares about him. He’s just so tired of trying to make things work. “If… this plan is so important to you, you have to be a little more tactful and a little less—you.”

“You think I can’t take care of myself, Stardiamond?” Porter flashes an infuriating grin.

“I didn’t say that. I just said… Be careful.”

“I appreciate the feedback and the personal concern, veep, but trust me when I say you’re letting your personal feelings get in the way with this one.”

His face is burning up, and he’s certain he’s a humiliating shade of red. Jace doesn’t even have to say anything. Porter knows what a low blow that is.

“Yeah, well,” mutters Jace. “Multiclassing is not for everyone.”

“Right.”

Jace is a good sorcerer. So good that it’s hard to articulate to his students what to him is second nature. He’s not the kind of teacher who does lesson plans precisely because he was never the kind of student who needed to study. It’s eerie how much Porter in these moments reminds him of his own teacher—the kind of teacher who praises his natural gifts all day and was absolutely resistant to him looking into other classes because he viewed it as a waste, as noncommittal, as proof of his lack of dedication. 

Jace never got his MCAT signed. And he was… not prepared for the sheer volume of work required for even early level wizardry. He wanted it; he wanted to be the kind of dedicated person who could put in the work. Maybe his teacher had been right, maybe he wasn’t very bright, and maybe he hadn’t been cut out to be a wizard, but it did feel a little like he was thrown in the deep end and told to swim just to prove a point. He’s always been a slave to his impulses. And in the end, he ran back to sorcery where they welcomed him back with open arms because it felt good to be good at something.

He can feel the thrum of the shatterstar in his chest, anger coupled with shame. He hates himself for being Jace Stardiamond. He’s always taken the path of least resistance. 

He’s not even sure he could call himself a good sorcerer anymore. He’s never been the kind of wizardly person who innately finds the joy of learning and discovery. He’s never found it all that rewarding. But sorcery does require a kind of self-knowledge, a certainty of oneself that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Whoever he is right now is a stranger, buried under several feet of bitterness and self-loathing.

“What’s it to you? You don’t even give a fuck about your own students, have you gotten a soft heart about little Thistlespring all of a sudden?”

“I don’t give a fuck about Thistlespring! Don’t you get it?”

“Look, if he confronts me on it, I’ll sign the damn MCAT. Happy? I was only resistant at first because—well, I mean, have you heard that ridiculous song he sings? The kid’s not very bright.”

He doesn’t answer.

“I’ll get it done if it means that much to you. C’mere.”

Porter takes Jace by the hands, pulling him in so that he can wrap his arms around Jace’s waist.

“We’re at school—” says Jace, but his protests are half-hearted. He turns his head, and he can feel Porter’s lips press up against his cheek.

“Listen to me.” Porter takes his face in his hands. “I have everything under control. The Bad Kids are nothing, Jace. Trust me. They’re twig gremlins. Maybe I got a little overinvested. I can’t help it, I need recruits, and the kid’s a natural. But that’s not everything. He’s too… Too timid. Afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Embracing his power.”

“Are… Are we still, um—” Porter’s gaze on him is so intense, Jace forgets what he’s saying. But that drive that he sees in Porter, that deep need to push, to optimize, to always be the best—it’s always been a source of deep frustration for Jace. But he can’t deny those are the same traits that make Porter so easy to admire. Maybe it’s just a wish, but he swears he can see the same admiration mirrored in Porter’s expression.

He can feel himself being reeled back in. His life is currently a living hell, but something in him has always felt compelled to be worthy of Porter’s admiration.   

He wishes he could be the kind of person Porter wants him to be. He worries that there is no ascendant version of him, that this really is all his potential, plain and simple. But he’ll try. For Porter, he wants to be great.

They can hear footsteps on the other side of the door. Time for school.

Porter is quick to change gears. He coughs, clearing his throat as Jace is quick to step away. “Tell you what—I’ll get that straightened away, Stardiamond. I’ll sign the papers. Things were a little rocky at first, but you know what? He earned it, after the damn display of frosty fair. He’ll make a great… adventurer.” He’s watching. “You know. When the time comes.”

Jace sighs, but it does nothing to help release the tension in his chest. Yeah. Frosty fair. He has to make the announcement about that soon. He can feel a headache coming on just thinking about it.

Porter kisses him, but Jace is quick to brush him away and toward the door. “You need to go.”

Porter grins, and Jace can feel his heart skipping like he’s some teen adventurer with a schoolyard crush. “Tell me some things aren’t worth a little risk.”

“Well, I have to give a speech,” says Jace, following Porter out of the office. Jawbone waves at them, and Jace nods as he shuts the door behind them.

“Hey. You’re gonna knock it out of the park, alright?” He gives Jace a punch in the shoulder, and it’s so awkward that Jace would be charmed by it in any other circumstance. Like they’re amicable co-workers and not the bad guys. Like they’re not intertwined, Porter’s rage making a comfy little home in his ribcage. “We’re all looking to you, now, Stardiamond. It’s a heavy burden, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d trust more to handle the responsibility.”

Jace doesn’t bother to check his insight. If Porter says it, he’s ready to believe it.