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[d20ficoff]

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[wlwinry]

Fabian is an exquisitely good liar. One has to be, to please an immortal parent and convince five incredibly powerful friends that he's constantly okay and maintain his Maximum Legend reputation. If he doesn't project perfect strength, perfect grace, perfect wit and humor (or what passes for it, at least) and laugh off every assumption against him, everything he's ever tried to build and be will fall apart. It comes to him as easily as breathing at this point--not the small stuff, the stupid stuff, like figuring out fake names and identities, but pretending he's okay? Simple. Effortless. Because he is okay. He has to be. Unknowingly being under a slow-acting truth spell might screw all of that up, though. ... Fabian gets hit with truth magic. Turns out his life doesn't, in fact, rule ninety-five percent of the time.

fabian vs truth serum vs hallariel. shockingly, the winner is not fabian

[omamorens]

SUMMARY: An accidental coffee shop date but nothing is as it seems.

TAGS: AU - College/University, Stalking, Paranoia, Canon-Typical Violence

RELATIONSHIP: Adaine Abernant/Oisin Hakinvar

🗡️ hi hey hello im alive. here, have a one-shot feral fic. i wrote this while wallowing in depression and trying to survive a storm (real). please heed the tags and leave kind comments,,,, ok thank u goodbye and enjoy

[whoblewboobear]

You expect me to see this guy and NOT babygirl-ify him???????

[aberfaeth]

im so sorry but like the literal only compelling thing abt jaceporter is how fucked up and unhealthy and ‘unequal’ their dynamic is. if u want two normal guys to write fanfic tropes about, making ocs is free and easy

[dandelion-roots]

yes i did fanart of my own fic it's called self love (here is the fic)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[ID: a digital, sketchy comic of sklonda and pok from fantasy high in four pictures. in the first, a beer glass is in the middle, and around it snippets of sklonda's thoughts. one is of her doing paperwork, another of her holding her head, another hectic one of a gun, her looking back and her terrified eye, and the last one of her face angry. in the second, sklonda is sitting at the bar and looking to the left as someone off screen says, is this seat free? on the other side of the bar are the bartender's legs and an ominous shadow extending from them. in the third, pok is leaning with one arm on the bar and looking flirtily; the hand on the bar is fidgeting, and the other is in his pocket. in panels next to it, sklonda looks him up and down with a neutral expression. in the fourth, pok smiles cutely and sklonda finally returns the smile, motioning to the barstool next to her and saying, as you can see. End ID]

[italicized-oh]

hi oh my gosh welcome back!! glad to hear you finished your dissertation omfg congratulations!! for prompts, idk how specific you wanted/what you were looking for, but how about jace and porter getting caught by one of their coworkers while theyre "on a date" in bastion city (theyre actually there for [handwavey evil plan reasons] but yknow. they need a cover)?

oh rip i did not finish dissertation i finished one part of it 😭 but i am putting her aside now bc im sick of her. we're getting a divorce so i can come back to her door in 2 months weeping. but i digress

mmmmm. yes. i love this prompt it's delicious for me in particular. In my head this is early in their, um, collaboration. Jace doesn’t quite have the hang of manipulating Porter yet, but boy does Porter have his number.

Jace has a headache. This isn’t surprising, because he’s out with Porter on a school night in the godawful sports bar they always go to because it’s the best place to not be overheard. Which means that it’s so fucking loud in here he can feel the sound in his teeth. Which means that he’s approximately twelve minutes away from swallowing down a surge and fucking up his blood pressure. Again. 

Which means, of course, that the only thing that could make this planning session-cum-torture hour better for Jace is if someone saw him and Porter together, in a booth, on a Thursday, heads bent together, very obviously not watching the pro bloodrush championship something-or-other that every other person is screaming their heads off about.

“Jace, Porter, how lovely to see you!” Jace grits his teeth together even harder at the smirk already curling across Porter’s lips, allowing himself one moment of sheer, blind rage at the cruel whims of the universe. And then he puts on a smile that says just how happy he is to see his coworkers outside work, because he is a kind and genuine person and definitely not fighting a migraine and plotting the end of the world with Solace’s newest god of rage.

“Lucilla, darling, how are you? You look stunning, as always,” Porter kicks Jace under the table, “and Zara, of course, hello.” Jace lets more of his teeth out into his smile as he turns to Zara, because she, at least, should know better. She’s wearing a smug grin and has her arm wrapped around Lucilla, toying idly with the taffeta bunched at her hip. Eyes dancing, Zara glances between Jace and Porter, and Jace can watch in real time as she starts connecting dots that do not exist to be connected.

“Love, I think we’re interrupting–” is all Zara gets out (that bitch, Jace is going to hex her shelf in the faculty lounge fridge so all her blood turns into Kool-Aid) before Lucilla is gushing about Ruben’s recent developments to Jace.

“Really, he’s made such progress, I can’t thank you two enough for taking him under your wing. I–” Jace tunes Lucilla out, smiling and nodding in all the right places, and subtly Messages Porter.

If you don’t have a way to end this in the next fifteen seconds I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself. Porter sips at his beer, seemingly unaffected, having some kind of nonverbal something with Zara, which really shouldn’t make Jace as upset as it does, except he has a headache rapidly developing into a migraine and is being forced to engage in niceties about Ruben Hopclap of all his students, why not one of the competent Rat Grinders, or even Kipperlily. Gods, how is this his life.

Porter. Do. Something. Then a third Message, just for drama. Please.

It’s always a little creepy to Jace when Porter turns on the charm, because even from their relatively few interactions so far, Jace knows that charisma means very different things to different people. Case in point:

“Ah, Lucilla,” Porter says with an indulgent smile (indulgent? What the hell does he have to indulge?). “I’m afraid Ms. Sool is correct; as wonderful as I know your company is, Stardiamond here gets tetchy when people interrupt our alone time.” 

(Gods. fucking. damnit. This is what Jace gets for letting Porter do the talking. Next time, Jace is just fucking Teleporting away or something.)

Porter’s hand covers Jace’s atop the table (fully covers, Jace does not observe, because why would he) and presses down with just this side of too much pressure as he continues. “It’s a full time job keeping him satisfied, you know, or I’m sure we’d love to keep chatting.” Jace feels the bones of his fingers creak as Porter increases the force of his hand on Jace's. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jace barely manages a nod, his brain fuzzed over in some mix of confusion, fury, and- probably nothing else.

Lucilla’s eyebrows creep up her forehead (almost as high as Zara’s have), and she turns a fascinating shade of periwinkle. Putting a hand to her chest with a (truly unnecessary, if you ask Jace) gasp, she says, “Oh, oh, dear, thank you for saying something, Porter, you know how I ramble on, I’m just so impressed by– oh, and there I go again!” Lucilla’s laugh is musical, because of course it is, and her whole body ripples with it.

(Jace isn’t watching, of course, but he is watching Porter watching, which he refuses to think about until this weekend. Maybe next.)

“Anyway, we’ll leave you two to it, won’t we, babe?” She turns into Zara’s arms, and Zara throws a triumphant wink Jace’s way as they depart. He stares daggers at her back, already weighing whether or not to make this a thing he has to talk about with Porter, whose hand is still covering Jace's.

At least, Jace thinks, his maybe-fractured fingers are distracting him from the throbbing pain in his skull. Fucking hell.

[unsleepingtales]

I Guess It Isn't Quite The End

[dimension20, Neverafter, Gerard/Elody/Rosamund, 3k Epistolary]

Gerard and Rosamund, It feels strange yet right to address this to both of you. If, in the Lines Between, we should find ourselves with space to talk, I have questions. Elody OR: Gerard and Elody and Rosamund all love each other. But love is tricky in the Neverafter.

Read Here on Ao3

This was written for @d20ficoff which ends tonight! So glad I was able to participate in this event, it's been a wonderful time <3

[violetgauze]

cannot believe I broke my six months no writing with a fic about a 13 year old girl having a sexuality crisis and fucking a divorced middle aged man

[d20ficoff]

☀️ WRITER SPOTLIGHT☀️

@serenescribe's Fantasy High soulmate AU will pull at your heartstrings!

You can read "love like you" here! >>>

[wlwinry]

princess fabian time :)

Gorgug Thistlespring has been selected for one of the highest honors that the kingdom of Leviathan can provide: serving as the personal knight and guard of the Crown Princess of Leviathan, sole daughter of King William Seacaster and Queen Hallariel Seacaster. He's excited, really. Thrilled. He has no idea why Lady Cathilda found him a fitting prospect, but he'll do his best to take it in stride. The only problem, however, is that he's never seen the princess before in his life--until today. ... A princess/knight au, ft. thistlecaster!

for d20 fic off!!!

[kagesstuff]

Roll for a Feedism Challenge 

Feedee Edition!

Roll a d20 to get your challenge for the day

Original poster cute-feedism-things

1. Breakfast stuffing: get a dozen donuts and eat every last one (if it's Krispy Kreme make it 18). 

2. Worth the weight: hop on the scale and take a picture of the number. Do it again at the end of the day. Share the results (and impress whoever you share it with)

3. Moisturize Me: get comfy, get naked, and get in touch with your body as you slowly lotion every inch of yourself.

4.Consequences: for every 200 steps you take today you need to eat 1000 calories. Be mindful of how much you're moving your body.

5. Planks: set a timer for 3 minutes and get in plank position. Every time you have to pause the timer for a break is another 500 calories you need to eat today (make it 1000 if you're under 200 pounds). 

6. Pizza party: get a large pizza and finish the whole thing (make it 2 if you get thin crust)

7.Low Hanging Fruit: Get on all fours and take a picture. Show someone how low your belly is hanging these days.

8. Self care day: get comfy and surround yourself with your favorite snacks. Relax today and graze while doing all your favorite low effort activities.

9. Probable pounds: Roll 2d4. You need to weigh that much more (in pounds) before you stop eating tonight.

10. Empty calories: get at least 2500 calories from drinks today (you're probably going to want a milkshake or 2).

11. Extra large thighs… I mean fries: treat yourself to your favorite fast food and make sure it's over 5000 calories (it's okay if that means you need to treat yourself for 2 meals, you deserve it)

12. Find your max: count calories and stuff yourself until you physically can't anymore. That's your max. If you've already done this once, make sure to beat your last score.

13. Quiet contemplation: turn off all media and set a timer for 10 minutes. I want you to lay down, get comfy, close your eyes and just spend this time exploring your body. Has it gotten bigger? Softer? Where do you feel most sensitive?

14. Touch yourself while you stuff yourself: get in touch with your hedonistic side by masturbating while you eat. Don't cum until you've had at least 2000 calories.

15. The best shape you'll ever be in: do as many situps or pushups (your choice) as you can. Subtract that number from 20 and then multiply by 500. That's your calorie goal for today (if it's a negative, multiply by -1 and add 2000 calories)

16.Just Desserts: in addition to your normal meals today, you're going to eat at least 2500 calories of desserts. 

17. Cupcake game: find your favorite piece of feedist porn/fic/etc. Every time you start getting turned on, eat a cupcake. No touching yourself until you've finished all of them. (This works best with longer stories/videos)

18.This still fits: put on your tightest clothes that still “fit” (you can actually get them on your body) and take a picture from whatever angle makes you look fattest. Post it if you feel comfy or share with someone privately.

19. It's about the process: cook your favorite recipe and eat the whole thing for one meal. The dishes can be future-you’s problem. Just enjoy yourself for now.

20. Double trouble: Roll 2 more times and do both!

Let the games begin

Wanna play a game 😋

[highfiveheroes]

HELLLOOOOO one and all and welcome back to another fantasy high stan blog! i’m your humble shitposter ben/benji/jam/etc and here with me as always is my proper introduction list with fics included. say hi, facts and fics!

(hi, facts and fics!)

26 (minors please dni, be safe on the internet)

he/they/xe (please refrain from using feminine terms towards me in any capacity, including sis or girlie)

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IN PROGRESS! now i breathe flames each time i talk verse (52,585 words, 3 fics, incomplete)

> now i breathe flames each time i talk—The Rat Grinders vs. Junior Year.

> i would have died for your sins, instead i just died inside—Jace Stardiamond doesn’t like not being Porter’s favorite.

> love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints—Buddy Dawn isn't sure how to cope with pretty emo boys who write him songs.

NEW! is this love or mass extinction? (4,264 words, 2 chapters, might be complete)

> Gorgug Thistlespring is having a very bad senior year.

what came before won't count anymore (12,871 words, 2 chapters, incomplete)

> Eleven years after the disaster that was the end of his Junior Year, Pastor of Helio Buddy Dawn is faced with the chance to go back to Elmville for his ten year reunion. And it shouldn't be such a daunting offer, except Buddy Dawn has never learned to keep his heart off his sleeve, and mistakes have always been his boone.

my goodness, you're bleeding (what a wonderful feeling) (50,125 words, 10 chapters, complete)

> Baron joins the Rat Grinders and their boyfriend at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy, and all hell breaks loose.

kristen applebees character studies (6,095 words, 3 fics, incomplete)

> a selection of kristen applebees and her friends

they’re best friends, your honor (10,487 words, 4 fics, incomplete)

> kristen and gorgug fics because they’re the most underrated duo i know

in spite of the way that it is (1,709 words, one shot, complete)

> Kipperlilly is alone.

this cage was once just fine (2,138 words, one chapter for now, incomplete)

> Buddy Dawn is not a sinner, thank you very much.

[chromathesia]

interest check for a possible new d20 fandom event coming in september :)

hello hi! i'd greatly appreciate if you took a minute or so to fill out this interest check for a new (hopefully annual) d20 event for writers! if all goes to plan, the first iteration of this event will take place in september, so i really want to get a pulse on what the fandom itself would want out of it :)

*EDITED: this project is now running on @d20ficoff! please check there for more info :)

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Would love to hear about The Gang Plays D&D :)

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

I'm SO CLOSE to being finished with this fic. By which I mean I'm 40k in and praying it doesn't go over 50k. Please little fic, please, I'm begging you, do NOT grow up big and strong, stay a reasonable length!

For those of you who might be new and missed the various snippets I've shared, this fic is about the 118 starting a D&D campaign DM'd by Bobby where Buck and Eddie promptly romance one another's characters and refuse to admit that they're romancing one another in real life. Shenanigans ensue.

"What kind of shenanigans?" you ask. Well, I'm so glad you did! Have a snippet:

I want that. I want you. His hips twitch, trying to rut up into the heel of his hand where it’s pressed to his cock. Eddie breathes carefully through his nose. He is not going to get off to this. He’s not. Atton’s going kiss him a lot for that. And then he’s going to wait is there lube? There’s lube in this setting right? Do not fucking text Bobby to ask him if this setting has lube. Yes it has lube. People are people, Buck. Okay but like. What is the lube like. Would we have any? Do you want to roll for it? There’s a suspiciously long pause so Eddie adds, Buck for the love of god you are not rolling a d20 to find out if our characters have lube. They have something, okay? They have like face cream that can also be used as lube. Hey now a lot of creams are topical use only! Buck you have a man with his legs spread willing to fuck you, you have lube. Christ yeah okay fine there’s lube. Eddie closes his eyes, switches to voice-to-text, and resigns himself to burning in Hell. “Pass it to me. I want to feel you open up on my fingers.” He’ll make a really embarrassing noise at that. Eddie can’t help the smirk that slides across his face, imagining Buck responding for real. “Aww, was that a whine, sweetheart?” Fuck you no it wasn’t. Help me out of this stupid robe. “With pleasure.” Buck’s response comes in suspiciously fast given all the words it contains and how much typing it would’ve needed. It’s going to take a minute because I’m going to keep kissing you. Kind of hard to undress each other when we keep kissing but I don’t care I don’t want to stop. You feel really good against me.

Surely this is completely normal behavior and won't blow up in their faces. :3