#and if you betray adaine I have to put you at the top of my shitlist

[jq37]

Oisin is the scariest rat grinder simply because Brennan is using his own voice for him I trust kippermilly cuttermetal more than him

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I KNOW that it's that it's an adage on here that Brennan uses his own voice when he's going for a beloved traitor character (see [redacted] from [you know what season]) and I GET that the Bad Kids have a history with dragons and I CLOCKED that KVX turned their logo blue but counterpoint: Adaine deserves a cute nerd boyfriend if she wants one and we deserve to watch Fig and Co tease her as bad as she did when Fig was crushing on Ayda (not to mention whatever batshit insane sisterly advice she'd probably get from Aelwyn).

Anyway, narratively, it would be kinda unbalanced to have Adaine's first viable love interest be straight up evil when everyone else who's wanted one (shoutout to Riz "Why Are All of You Maniacs So Horny" Gukgak) has gotten a properly viable love interest (Tracker, Zelda, Ayda, and Mazey--though Fabian seems more into Ivy who I trust less lol). Not that things are fair IRL (or even in the game) but given Brennan's "I'm here to tell a satisfying story and have fun with my friends" approach to DM-ing, I would be a bit surprised if he was a total lost cause. Even if he is heavily in the mix of whatever shady stuff the Rat Grinders are probably doing I can see him defecting.

But of course I'm biased because I want this for Adaine, haha. We'll see what happens!

#asks #anon #fantasy high #dimension 20 #as I said in my recap my favorite npc is aelwyn #and she murdered a ship full of ppl #so like I can forgive the crime of being a ratgrinder lol #and he TACTFULLY offered her diamonds #he wasn't even a spoiled rich boy about it #oisin please be goodhearted I want to keep liking you #and if you betray adaine I have to put you at the top of my shitlist

[jamiebluewind]

Fantasy High 2.13 Dialogue and Quotes

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Please enjoy this further proof of my decent into madness ^_^

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Fabian: Ragh what are you what are you... packin.

Ragh: *smirks* What am I packin dude?

Fabian: Foot- foot wise.

Ragh: *coy look with a nod* Foot wise?

Fabian: What are you packin into that shoe.

Ragh: I've got a size seventeen and a half.

Fabian: Solid.

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Gilear: Well let me very clear. Everyone is in great danger all of the time.

Adaine: I agree.

Gilear: Good? But disquieting coming from the Oracle.

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Gilear: I must be clear, at no point- *handed a black robe from Adaine as Kristen tries to ask like a bailiff* -at no point in time in the past or in any possible future have I ever, will I ever, and perhaps can I ever 'strut my stuff'

Fabian: Oh come on Gilear.

Gilear: The thought of it is impossible to even invision.

Fabian: Could you have seen yourself trapped in a wheel well with an apple in your mouth, shitting yourself? And that happened yesterday. You never know what-

Gilear: -This isn't helping me feel MORE confident.

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Fabian: Hangman? Are you a devil or a demon?

Hangman: I am a devil of the nine hells.

Fabian: Are we what? Cool with devils?

Fig: Absolutely. Yeah.

Fabian: Okay. Devils are cool.

Riz: Well, were not super cool with them.

Fabian: What? Well no! We're cool with devils.

Fig: Oh! I'm sorry. Do you have a problem with devils?!

Riz; I don't have- just any-

Fabian: Oh The Ball.

Fig: Since when do you have a problem with devils!?

Hangman: Oh like goblins have such a great reputation.

Fabian: Oh snap the Hangman!

Riz: No that's what I'm saying. There's bad gob-

Hangman: Ya burnt! *fire sound*

Riz: There's bad goblins! I'm saying if I were subpoenaed by crazy goblins who were taking me to a weird thing to punish a goblin friend who was taking in- in- a gem-

Fig: I'm gonna- I'm gonna point it out. I'm gonna put it out there-

Riz: -I might be concerned about those goblins!

Fig: I'm gonna put it out there that I got a subpoena from hell and it's literally the tamest subpoena that could possibly- it makes sense. Gortholax hasn't been there. They don't know where he's been there. They're acting pretty rationally. I'll play ball.

Riz: So the person that subpoenaed you, were they cool?

Kristen: NO!

Fig: I- I think we met her on a bad day-

Kristen: -She was horrible!

Fig: Bad day for that one.

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Fig: It honestly makes me happy because for the longest time I've felt guilty. Like I'm actually part of the reason that destroyed your life. (then continued to talk about Gilear getting a W and how he should keep turning down Sandra Lynn and hang on to his confidence)

Gilear: You feel guilt over the quality of my life?

Fig: I mean... how could I not? I'm- I'm the living embodiment of someone betraying you

Gilear: I'm going to turn my life around. I've been failing you and that's over now.

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Vraz: Oh are we all having a good time!?

Riz: *hisses*

Vraz: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

Riz: *hisses*

Vraz: You think you're gonna fuck with me!? Give me another fucking hiss. You little fuckin ball! You're a little bitch, I'm not scared of you!

Riz: *pauses before hissing twice*

Vraz: Oh! You wanna see a hiss!? *puts both hands in her mouth, one at the top and one and the bottom, and pulls her mouth open while making a haaaa sound while wiggling her tongue*

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Out of Character Quotes

Murph: Dice that are full of beans!

Brennan: You get 25% off Murph with the promo code tiny beans.

Brennan: Marketing has told us that we score extremely high with astranged parents

Zac: Do not fuck me little beans.

Siobhan: (on Van being unable to ambulate himself) "That is ableist! Wow. "

Adaine and Riz were given the title "Nerd Squad".

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Also, Brennan's description of last week being a crustacean themed impromptu rager was so perfect XD

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #d20 quotes #hangman #vraz the mean #brennan lee mulligan #gilear faeth #ragh barkrock #brian murphy #zac oyama #siobhan thompson #riz gukgak #fabian seacaster #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #fig faeth #fantasy high live #fantasy high spoilers

[squidbatts]

and you see (right through me)

Or: Fabian broods, Cathilda gives some advice, and Ragh has a chat

((a little fabragh drabble because i spent all day thinking about them and i just *clenches fist* love this ship a ridiculous amount))

{ao3}

There’s a lot going on right now. Fabian knows this. He knows that meeting his grandpapa has been a bit of a wash, that this forest is creepy as fuck, that they still barely know where Adaine is or how they’re going save her. He knows all of this.

It still doesn’t stop him from feeling the rough twist of jealousy in his stomach as he leans against the van’s hood, watching Ragh talk to the elf he hooked up with last night.

Fabian just doesn’t get it. The elf looks like a stiff wind could knock him over.

Ragh was in love with Dayne Blayde for a ridiculous amount of time and, despite Dayne being a eye-stealing douchebag with a soul that Fabian hopes will never rest, he was stacked. Ragh’s always been into muscular, powerful, strong men; charismatic and strapping bloodrush players rather than scrawny forest teens with weird elf voices and mysterious grapes.

He wonders if it’s the hair; though the hair is a different shade than he remembers Dayne’s being, Ragh could just like blonds. Plenty of people have blond hair, Fabian thinks, narrowing his eyes as the elf strokes Ragh’s arm. Fabian could even have blond hair. His hair is light enough to dye any color, if he wanted.

Not that he wants.

“Fabian, dear, you’re crushing your sandwich.” Cathilda say, interrupting his thoughts and pressing a soft hand against his. Fabian unclenches his hands, relaxes his jaw, and takes a bite of the delicious sandwich Cathilda has made for him.

“Thank you, Cathilda.” He says, mouth still a bit full. Cathilda tuts at him, so he finishes chewing and says, “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, dearie, just…” Cathilda trails off, humming thoughtfully. “Did you know, when your parents first met, they fought?”

“And mama took out papa’s eye so he proposed on the spot, yes, I’ve heard,” Fabian responds, voice flat. For various reasons, thinking about how both of his parents were strong and capable and amazing isn’t comforting right now.

“No, no, before that,” Cathilda corrects. Fabian raises an interested eyebrow and she continues, “They fought several times. In their first fight, your mother nearly took your father’s head off, but he managed to escape with his life and the sleeve of her coat.”

“Her sleeve? What did he want with that?”

“He said it was a trophy, took it everywhere and told stories of how he bested an Elven mercenary. Obviously, that kind of posturing caught your mother’s attention so they kept on finding and fighting each other. He’d always say he hated her, but, well... Your father was a great many things, but subtle certainly wasn’t one of them. His face whenever he saw her ship coming for us…” Cathilda sighs, then shakes her head as though to clear the memory away. “You are a great deal like your father, Fabian.”

“... Thank you, Cathilda,” Fabian says, something in his chest twisting. Cathilda chuckles, gentle, chiding. When Fabian starts to protest, she just pats his leg.

“That wasn’t a compliment.” She says, smiling nonetheless. “I’ll tell you what I told him, dear. No one can read your mind. If you want someone to notice you, for whatever reason, you have to talk to them.”

“I- what? What are you talking about?”

“Call it maid’s intuition,” She offers, beginning to walk away. Fabian stands fully, alarmed.

“Is that something Maids have? Cathilda! You can’t just tell me a new Maid fact and leave!” Fabian sighs as Cathilda purposefully ignores him, joining Sandralynn in talking to some of the older elves. He goes to lean back on the hood and nearly jumps right back off when he turns to see that Ragh’s joined him on the hood. “Christ, where did you come from?”

“I was just over there,” Ragh says, gesturing vaguely towards the teenage elves, all of whom are now spinning with silks and making a vague but beautiful humming noise. Fabian makes a noise that sounds startlingly close to a growl, completely involuntarily.

“Yes, with my cousin.”

“Oh, bro, if it weird that it’s your cousin? If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going to see him again,” Ragh says, throwing a look over his shoulder at the other teens. “I didn’t ask for his number or anything, not that they have phone numbers here, but-”

Fabian falters in his annoyance. “You don’t want to see him again?”

“Yeah, no. It was fun for one night, I guess, but he was a little... Weird about it.” Ragh makes a face and crosses his arms tight against his chest. There’s a wrinkle in his brow betraying the stress held there, and for a wild moment, Fabian wishes he could reach up and smooth it out.

“Oh. I had thought that blonds were your type.” Fabian explains.

“I don’t know,” Ragh shrugs. He worries his top lip with one of his tusks as he runs a hand through his hair. “I haven’t put a lot of thought into what ’my type’ is. I’m still getting used to, like, being allowed to be into guys. I’m just trying to figure stuff out, you know?”

Something in Fabian’s chest twists, aches. He isn’t sure who he is right now; he doesn’t know if he’s still the same Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Son of Bill Seacaster, that he was when this journey started, if he ever truly filled the mold that he and his father had cast, if it even matters either way. He nods, clears his suddenly tight throat. “I get that.”

Ragh grins at Fabian, gently punching his arm. “I knew you would, dude.”

As Ragh settles onto the van, his shoulder resting against Fabian’s, as Fabian leans into it and something under his ribcage feels full to bursting, Fabian thinks that maybe all the swirling questions in his head matter a little less. He’s Fabian Seacaster, sophomore, on a maybe-doomed trip with friends who trust and support him against all odds, and maybe that’s all he needs to be right now.

#fantasy high #fantasy high live #fabragh #fabian seacaster #ragh barkrock #one shot