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the rat grinders x who are you really

for all my rageguy enjoyers out there. major fhjy spoilers so proceed with caution...

"What the fuck," Jace whispers, and stumbles over to his desk. The scarf claws its way free from his neck and tumbles to the floor.

His clothes are shredded; he can see that now. Claw marks have opened up the crochet weave of his overcoat, the purple silk of his shirt. Whatever happened in the Mountains isn't important, though. When he presses a hand to his breastbone, it's scabbed over with raised flesh, burning red-hot as a furnace. The edges of something sharp and striated hit his fingers, jutting upwards. A rage crystal.

"What the fuck," he says again. The words come out cracked and shrill. "What the fuck - Porter, you did it to me?  What the fuck!"

"I honestly don't know why you're so surprised."

____________________________________________________________ Jace comes back to life, angry and raging and unwilling to contain it.

Porter is fine with this turn of events.

Read the rest on Ao3

i need a 50k fic of scenes from the porter-jace-ratgrinder murder cult’s Year Of Living Dangerously the same way i need a 50k fic of scenes from the four horsemen’s year in nyc. you understand. you get it

ruben’s place is like evil rancid mordred manor. at least half the party is functionally living out of there at a time and theyre all bitching at each other for leaving the butter on the counter. kipperlilly is up at 4am every night with her eight computer monitor mastermind shit and ivy has tried to smother her with a pillow half a dozen times now. theyre all blasting drastically different kinds of music from their different corners because “GUYS i need to FOCUS ON THESE RUNES! PLEASE!!” “FOCUS OVER IN YOUR STUPID TOWER, IM ONLY CRAFTING A DIVINE REALM HERE” lucy used to toast marshmallows over cantrips but shes not here. they eat a lot of instant soup. buddy tries to help ivy with an essay she’s procrastinating and she twists his ear so hard he almost cries. “RUBEN YOU LITTLE BRAT DO NOT TEST ME I WILL BREAK THAT FUCKING BASS” “ILL BREAK YOUR SKINNY FUCKING NECK FIRST!” one time oisin and marry anne walked in on porter and jace either wrestling or making out in the sorcery classroom and neither of them have spoken a word of it since. everyone is fucking miserable and they cant fathom a world where they arent, they just have to keep pushing and pushing and maybe if theyre lucky it will all be worth it—

buddy going to his uncle in tears bc he has already spent like 48362837 gp in resurrection diamonds from all the times his party members keep kill murdering each other for crimes such as: chewing too loud, taking all the hot water in the shower, eating the last snack bag of pretzels, etc. he makes ruben and kiperlilly a get along shirt and without a beat oisin sets it on fire

so much of western horror perpetuates colonial ideas of the americas as this vast tract of unknowable untouched wilderness that will swallow you up the moment you step outside “civilization” and it’s like. for millennia pre-contact that was just someone’s backyard. there’s probably still evidence of indigenous cultural practices on the landscape if you know how to look

like i don’t think people realize just how much indigenous culture shaped the landscape of the americas in part because of colonialism preventing traditional practices and in part because it’s just not really talked about. clam gardens, sustainable forestry, and controlled burning are just some examples of indigenous land management, all of which were derived from an incredible, complex wealth of ecological knowledge. the colonial lens would have you believe that the impact of indigenous peoples on the land is/was minimal when in actuality it’s shaped so much of what we view as “wilderness” today. so to watch a horror movie or whatever where they’re like “oh spooky woods that no one knows anything about!” is like, well that’s simply not true

Australian here, and there's so much documented stuff about how australia was seen as a 'bountiful paradise' with thriving fauna and active animal life everywhere when colonialists arrived, and they claim it was amazing that it just Naturally like that.

But in reality it was Like That because our Indigenous communities had a level of agricultural skill that we've still been unable to mimic, their nomadic and migrating culture was purposeful and done to always be in the correct spot of land throughout the seasons, never overhunting or straining areas for longer than needed, they developed hundreds of ways to gather from the land without destroying the plant life and actually actively helped it develop and grow.

So it was a bunch of 'settlers' walking into what was someone's well cared for, well managed farm land and going "my god, look what this place is just like, this is crazy" because the agricultural techniques were so elevated it was Imperceptible to their eyes (which good land care should be!)

Jace is the one who explodes at people, calls them little idiots and gives them sharp orders.

do any Grinders actually think of Porter as the reasonable one that they can go to and be like ":( got in trouble with Stardiamond" and he'll make them feel better about it while still reinforcing their obedience

"porter and jace were always a duo" oh i'm sure

"you realize jace and porter have always been a duo" Mr Mulligan what the Fuck did you mean by that