#d20 fanfic

[allthecastlesonclouds]

the time for sleep is through

fabian whump– fabian immune issues means he gets pneumonia a lot :) 5+1 things, POV Cathilda Ceílí

“Dear boy, I must check your temperature. Please don’t shove your hand up my nose.” He doesn’t understand her, she knows, but speaking is– comforting, she supposes, for her, and hopefully for him as well. He waves a clenched fist, eyes wide and watery, and she raises him up slightly and bends down to lean her cheek against his forehead. He is burning. - or, 5 times fabian caught pneumonia, and 1 time he took action against it

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[highfiveheroes]

so if anyone remembers this rat grinders story post from yesterday. it’s going well so far

[smolandweirdwriter]

ally and siobhan planted the seed in my mind and now i MUST see adaine and kristen play each other in pool. just for the bit, because this is how i imagine it going:

kristen: where did you learn to play pool?

adaine: *flashbacks to her father having those 'after-dinner-smoking-and-games-with-colleagues' moments in her childhood* we had a table in my house

kristen: *lining up her next shot* oh. that's nice.

adaine: yeah. what about you?

kristen: OH during my huge 'rejecting helioic traditions' phase, i decided i wanted to learn, um you know, drinking games and stuff are sinful to helioic worshippers, which is weird because Helio's literally a fucking frat boy. it's a VERY messed up religion, the more i think about it.

adaine: yeah, I'm sorry. so tracker taught you?

kristen: *flashbacks to tracker doing one of those 'here-let-me-teach-you' moments where they're pressed up together and end up making out* yeah.

[my-clerical-gnomance]

choosing rage was as easy for kipperlilly as taking in breath. it felt inevitable.

when she was six, her parents were called into school because she punched a kid on the playground. she tried to tell them that he was being impossible-- that it wasn't fair-- but they wouldn't listen. she could feel her heart beating in her ears.

when she was eleven, her mother found her diary, and she was scolded for writing critical things about her classmates. her face was hot. she wanted to rip it from her hands and tear the pages out.

when she was fourteen, she told the school guidance counselor about her issues, and she watched as he tried to remain neutral. still, she could see the look on his face for what it was. he hated her; he was disgusted by her. he feared her. she hated the twisting feeling in her gut.

she was hesitant to accept this teacher at his word, but he was a barbarian. if anyone understood rage, it was him. he told her she had a fight in her. that she had potential. no one had ever seen her anger as a strength, not even the other members of her party.

they always tried to keep her calm, especially lucy. but kipperlilly didn't want to be calm anymore.

she let this nameless god wash over her like a hot shower, and she waited to feel relief. to finally accept what had been hunting her all her life should have been freeing. and it would have been. if her friends could only have seen things her way.

instead, they had to be forced, and it felt all the more like betrayal. was this... thing inside her really so insidious that not even a god's devotion could sway them? even if this god's domain would soon be taken over by their own teacher, who chose them? who saw something special in them?

and what's worse...

"where's lucy?" ruben said, his voice strangely low.

everyone but porter looked around.

he stood in front of her body, still laying lifeless on the ground.

that thing in her chest curled around her heart as it began to pound. she clenched her still-bloody fist.

"she's not coming back," porter said. "she made her choice."

"why didn't you force her?" the words spilled from her mouth, tears threatening to mirror them. his response was muffled by a static that grew in her mind.

how dare she not come back? doesn't she care at all about them? about her?

it's not fair. it's not fair. it's not fucking fair!

jace reached a hand out, but she swatted it away.

she just stood there, watching tears drip down onto her shoes. it's all she could do, as her rage overwhelmed her system.

after a long pause, ivy spoke up, her voice thick.

"what are we supposed to do without a cleric?"

they all knew porter wouldn't care about the underlying emotion, only the tactical disadvantage. he never liked lucy, anyway.

"without a healer, we're as good as dead."

"there's someone we could bring in," said jace. "he's from highcourt-- a cleric of helio."

of course, kipperlilly thought, those fucking helio freaks are everywhere. in her mind, she pictured someone in tie-dye and a red pony tail.

everyone looked to porter.

he signed, clearly annoyed.

"sure, bring him in. he'll need a party anyway."

the trek back to the school was made in silence, and kipperlilly stewed.

the rat grinders all silently decided they were going to spend the night at ruben's-- no one wanted to pretend to be normal for their families. they just wanted to sleep. or hit something. or scream. but they settled on sleep.

his uncle henry tried to talk, but oisin snapped at him, and he didn't press beyond that.

kipperlilly lay in the dark on the floor of ruben's bedroom, still wearing her bloody, torn up clothes, staring at the ceiling.

of all the thoughts that flew through her mind, one reigned above all-- painted crimson in the light of a raging sun.

you chose wrong.

[rrat-king]

It's Christmas (and no one can fix it)

trackerbees, christmas fic, 3.5k, modern au, fake engagement

“I want you to come with me, to my uncle’s. I want you to meet my family, and do all the dumb holiday stuff with me and just… I want to wake up on Christmas morning with you. Come home with me. Please.” A million thoughts raced through her mind as she stood there, too many to keep track as she was faced with Tracker’s soft, warm eyes, pleading with her to say yes. So of course she did. - or, a happiest season au in which kristen comes home for christmas with tracker, only to find out that her partner has been telling her family that they are engaged

new chapter on ao3 here !!!!

second chapter out now!! riz and kristen talk before she leaves for tracker's family christmas :))

[starstruckodysseys]

reese’s dimension 20 masterpost

bc i want to <3

you legally can’t be surprised at the amount of nsbu fics on here. have you looked at my blog before

FANTASY HIGH:

when i step onto that ferry (and the man demands his pay) — oneshot, 1.5k words. kristen & gorgug. remember when we died? i think it’s happening again — or, a study of aguefort’s two most killable students.

you never called it love (how can you be heartbroken?) — oneshot, 1k words. kipperlilly ruminates on life, death, and lucy frostblade.

NEVERAFTER:

wasn’t it beautiful (before the monsters caught up to you?) — oneshot, 723 words. gerard & ylfa. being a child, being a monster. something about parallels.

NEVER STOP BLOWING UP:

let’s do it baby i know the law

birds of a feather (we should stick together) — oneshot, 2k words. wendell/liv, liv & paula & usha. liv gets a crush, spirals, and talks to her work besties. girl’s night but in the bodies of action movie men.

you got me overnight — oneshot, 3k words. wendell/liv. your classic fake out make out… until it isn’t, because there’s no one to fake it for.

if we’re too plain to be unique — oneshot, 2.4k words. wendell & liv, implied wendell/liv. liv’s killed people with her own hands. it’s an issue for nobody but her. ft: late night talks, characters in cars, and vague transgenderism. which is kind of just every fic i write.

running circles around everyone you know — oneshot, 1.1k words. a sort-of character study, focusing on dang running out of the eastminster kennel club bloodbath in ep6.

if it’s forever (it’s even better) — oneshot, 2.2k words. wendell/liv. wendell drives a boat until he doesn’t and ruminates on the events of ep8, aka the famous craps game and blood rave from lord’s cocktail lounge.

if i could burn this town (i wouldn’t hesitate) — oneshot, 2k words. liv & russell. an introspection into liv’s moment in the jungle and sort of an examination into the parallels between her and russell.

bustin’ makes me feel good! — oneshot, 20.8k words. awesome action heroes friendship, background wendell/liv. ghostbusters au that sort of spiraled into a general paranormal au. dave’s video world isn’t really going out of business… because it’s a coverup for a ghost hunting business. but as darkness creeps into lake elsinore, and things slowly turn more sinister, it’s up to the six employees of the not-actually-video-store to figure out what’s really going on around town. and hey, what’s been up with their boss, lately?

my only wish this year — oneshot, 3.7k words. wendell/liv. just a classic mistletoe fic, complete with actual communication, for once.

star-bright crystals — two chapters, ongoing, 8.7k words. awesome action heroes friendship, background wendell/liv. not finale compliant, but goes along with the rest of the season. in an attempt to help paula with her love life, the rest of the former awesome action heroes set her up on a blind date! they’re not good at it. minor crimes and awkward romance ensues, just… maybe not in the way you’d think.

[lucyfrostblade]

spoilers for fantasy high junior year

lucy frostblade cradled the dead body of her best friend in her arms. a few weeks later kipperlilly copperkettle would do the same. they love each other. it's not enough.

title: burning, burning, burning

word count: 1.3k

relationships: lucy frostblade/kipperlilly copperkettle, lucy frostblade & the rat grinders, lucy frostblade & the bad kids

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[ghoulboyspooks]

just realized i never posted my gorgug art here srry guys, here’s what i imagine he looks like when he rages!

IM SO EXCITED FOR JUNIOR YEAR!! barely finishing up sophomore year just in time for the 10th, HOOT GROWL!

[demontouched]

she ate an eyeball. it was oddly crunchy for something so round and squishy. it tasted like rot, but that was to be expected of many months old vulture eye she had been storing in her pocket.

the world seemed to pulse around her. buddy dawn stood in awe of her party's power, and behind him, kipperlily copperkettle.

everything froze. the roar of monsters faded into nothing as her heart leapt from her chest. the hafling held a loaded crossbow, aimed at gavin pundle. she would ruin their chances after all this work! she wanted to leap forward, to yell to her friends, anything.

and then, as if knowing kristen would stop her, kipperlily pulled a knife from her pocket. in one swift, unstoppable motion, she stepped forward, grabbed buddy dawn by the hair, and slit his throat.

and again, before she could do anything, a scaly blue hand reached through planes to take the halfling girl to safety.

she was used to combat, of course. hell, she had died on her very first day of school. but this was not combat. this was cold, calculated, filled with malice.

buddy dawn did not deserve to die, and he did not die noble. he died clueless, doing something out of the kindness of his heart, watching her friends in awe. he may have died happy, but kristen would never know for sure.

before she can really think she is falling to her knees. buddy lets out wet choking noises. he is not dead yet, but he will be very soon. there is no healing word or spare the dying that will fix this. she reaches gently into her pocket, but there are no crystals.

kipperlily took them.

"shit!" she has blood on her hands.

"our revivifier is dead!" fabian, from the field, yells to gavin. she is frantically clawing through buddy's messenger bag. she fights the memories of her own leather satchel, holding the holy book of helio.

"oh... that's... unusual." gavin pundle sends concerned looks towards her and the very dead body of someone similar to who she used to be. before the doubt, before her friends, before the pain.

doubt. she gently reaches into her pocket, pulling out crystals as red as the blood on her hands. she hasn't solved this mystery yet, but she has some of the pieces. rage, a dead god, and a kidnapped goddess.

she prays. cassandra. i know i havent been the best cleric. i know i failed to protect you. but i'm trying, and right now i could really use your help. this kid, buddy, he's just like i used to be. and i know, i know he's good. he doesnt deserve this, not like this. what she did, it's not right. she killed lucy, too. please, cassandra.

she feels her goddess, reaching desperately to heed her call, but fall just short. it was a brush of fingertips, a whisper on the wind, the faint trace of moonlight in a dense forest.

buddy dawn is dead.

[vortahoney]

Guess what, guys

She gripped the fabric on the back of Chip’s shirt, nearly ripping it to do so, and opened her mouth for a scream she’d been waiting to give since before she’d even died.

Chip didn’t jump, didn’t pull away, wasn’t surprised. Instead he tightened his arms around her, like if he didn’t someone would take her away from him, and for just a moment she felt like she was safe, and loved unconditionally.

Or: Lucy lies to her parents. A lot.

[brennan-lee-mother]

Non se monstret timor (haec infirmitas mea) by Coco_Cavio

Fabian made his way downstairs, turning on every light as he went. Every dark corner reminded him of the black hole in the woman’s chest. It wasn’t real, he reminded himself, but that only served to make him think of what she had really looked like in that forest, ribs crushed and left to rot. He entered his kitchen, regretting his lack of foresight as he walked on the icy tiles with bare, sockless feet. The sensation of stone on skin summoned to the front of his mind flashes of Aguefort halls, elongated by his dreaming imagination. Only after he’d finished ordering breakfast did he think to check the clock. The smaller hand pointed resolutely at the four. He would have to tip the poor delivery person really well to make up for that. He hadn’t had a nightmare that severe in quite some time. - Or, after the Bad Kids find Yolanda Badgood's body, Fabian is plagued by terrible nightmares. He does not deal well.

My first multi-chaptered fic. It's a very angsty character study of our favourite fearless boy Fabian Seacaster.

Beta'd by the lovely @trainwreckisawreck

[allthecastlesonclouds]

Liv laughs outright, selecting the prompt and copying it. “Sure, Ms. D,” she mutters, and Wendell laughs too as he slices through a piece of foam. “Well, that wouldn’t normally be my go-to prompt, I think, but– yeah, that works.” Wendell nods into his project. “Yeah, I completely forgot about that until just now, but– yeah. Funny coincidence, huh?” “Yeah, I guess I know what I’m writing, then.” She opens up a new document and pastes the prompt in, then command+enters onto the next page to start writing. “Maybe I’ll actually get it done by tomorrow.” She can pull the best student card for once. Ms. D doesn’t need to know about her weekend. - - - Liv Skyler, a final English assignment, and change

trans liv fic trans liv fic trans liv fic

i learned css for this one. so. :] written for @d20ficoff!!

[highfiveheroes]

NOW I BREATHE FLAMES EACH TIME I TALK

A normal party, Kipperlilly will think later, wouldn’t go out of their way to torment each other like this. A normal party would be kinder, apologize, laugh a little, and move on. But her party is fucked up in more ways than one. Ruben’s chest and eyes start to glow red, and before they all know it Oisin is down on the floor getting his face fucking pummeled. Kipperlilly is still laughing so hard at the song that she can’t do anything about it, but Ivy makes a halfhearted attempt to throw something at Ruben to get him to stop. She does this by throwing a single piece of paper that floats a foot towards him and then lands, which is so pathetic that Kipperlilly officially falls out of her chair and lands on her knees, pounding the floor. It makes Ivy laugh even harder. If it weren’t so twisted, this would be the best bonding experience they’ve ever had. Something to bring up at a wedding, to reference in birthday cards for years—but Kipperlilly doesn’t give a fuck about their birthdays, doesn’t even know how old most of these fuckers are anymore, and if a single one of these fucks lives long enough to get married she’ll probably kill them out of jealousy and spite.

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or: The Rat Grinders vs Junior Year.

(yall this fic. this fic. anyway im very proud of myself)

[smolandweirdwriter]

if I'm not very much mistaken in season 1 of fantasy high, don't all the bad kids and their parents have a holiday party? does anyone know which episode that's in?

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Hey does anyone have any good d20 crossover fic recs? Like crossovers between the different campaigns, it's rlly hard to search since the fandom tag is d20 as a whole

[everywishway]

New Chapter of my Kalina Redemption Fic!

After a... Hard realization last chapter... Kalina runs off to lick her wounds where she, eventually, comes across a kind-hearted halforc. Sometimes to process your trauma you need to have a good cry in your mother's church around her statue while a autistic boy brings you Mexican food...

also thank you to @mistygreenwoods for beta-reading this chapter. You are the best, tysm!!!