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Every flaw he had was so painfully obvious that he was sure a part of his soul came from Hell. Everyone else seemed to think so. Nothing good for him lasted forever, and the cracks were already starting to form.
Ace Trappola is your average troublemaker student at Night Raven College. No one seems to know how insecure he really is about how everyone has labeled him until it's too late.
Or: This is how I think Ace would overblot
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- Part 1 of The Other Overblots
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Riddle Rosehearts has spent the last school year unwinding the character his mother tried to force him to be and discover who he really is. He's been attending therapy since his overblot, which has been immensely helpful, so he doesn't doubt his counselor when they suggest he try journaling as a means of healthily coping with his emotions. With his new diary and pen in hand, he finds himself growing closer and closer to a functional human being.
Then the headmage announces that Night Raven College will be hosting its first ever Family Day, and Riddle has no power to stop the horrible, life-altering events that take place from unfolding.
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Arthur knows he's dying, can feel the unstoppable pull of it, feels the spirit appear behind him to take him along. And yet, he finds he does not want to die. There is so much that went wrong, so much he regrets and he wishes, with all his being, he could change it. Could at least ensure those that managed to get away really make it out alive.
A second chance, he asks, begs, really. Just give me the chance to save them.
The being behind him pauses and Arthur can't look away from the moment he's frozen in, staring at the dark mountainside, aching to see the sun rise just one more time.
One chance, the spirit seems to whisper, voice satin soft. Make the most of it.
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works