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🚨 The internet needs you 🚨

You’re up again, Tumblr. 

Back in 2015 you demanded that the FCC adopt strict net neutrality rules and establish a free and open internet. And you won. 

That should’ve been the end of it. But apparently not.

The new head of the FCC wants to undo the net neutrality protections you fought so hard for.

His proposed changes open the door to your web traffic being slowed down, or even blocked altogether. You could be forced to pay extra to use your favorite apps. You could even be prevented from getting news from the sources you trust.

Title II protects consumers and democracy by ensuring all voices can be heard.

You know the drill. Here’s what to do:

The FCC is taking comments from the public, and dearfcc.org is making it as simple as possible for you to make your voice heard.

Go there now 👉 dearfcc.org ✌️

You’ll just need to provide a name, an address, and then say a little bit about why rolling back Title II protections is a bad idea. If you’re not quite sure what to write, here’s something to get you started:

I’m writing to urge you to keep our Open Internet rules based on Title II in place. Without them, we could lose the internet as we know it.

The proposed changes to FCC rules would allow fast lanes for sites that pay, and force everyone else into slow lanes. We’ve already seen access to streaming services like Netflix, popular games like League of Legends, and communication platforms like FaceTime slowed down, or even blocked. Conditions like this hurt businesses large and small, and penalize the users who patronize them. 

The changes also open the door to unfair taxes on internet users, and could also make it harder for blogs, nonprofits, artists, and others who can’t pay up to have their voices heard.

Please leave the existing net neutrality rules based on Title II in place.

Thank you!

If you need more ammo, feel free to quote these experts from our net neutrality Issue Time. TechCrunch and Battle for the Net also have some good starters.

Everyone is counting on everyone else here. Do your part and tell the FCC to keep a free and open internet under Title II. 

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R34L1TY

A prompt was given to me by @ceridium and I thought immediately of D&D... because I’m a nerd. Premise is Level 20 Party meets the DM. I understand that the ending is rushed, but I just wanted  it to actually have an ending.

Prompt:  "Listen, I know you really want to kill me, but I must inform you: If I die, this entire world ends."

As they continued their weary journey across the plane they now called a prison, the party of adventurers were doing their best to keep up a lighthearted conversation. The Bard, whose name was Ellingal, did her best to continuously keep the group in good cheers, whether with fabulously hilarious yet awe-inspiring lyrics, or a good quip that could end anyone’s upset feelings. Ellingal, continuing to try to simultaneously keep up a song and keep the long, auburn hair out of her face with the strong winds, was never less than pleased. Even on the battlefield, she kept a mild merriment about her.

The Cleric of Melora, Davidon, couldn’t help but laugh at every small attempt of the human bard to brush her hair away. He made a joke of his own about her being quite winded from the experience, to which the rest of the party laughed. Davidon was known for how close he was to Ellingal, even before their band of four came together five years ago. Despite his affinity to nature, Davidon could never see himself as a Druid, and felt the need to help and heal others. Striving to find a happy medium, he became a cleric of the Nature Goddess herself.

Maleo hangs close to Davidon, occasionally taking his hand into his own. A paladin of Melora, Maleo was named for the goddess and chosen by his family to bring greatness and honour to the name of Warrinheart. Yet, he consistently felt as though he failed before he met up with a cleric of his own goddess and the bard without a care that came with him. He quickly became infatuated and flustered around Davidon, yet couldn’t understand his feelings or why he could ever feel this way about another male when he was always told how wrong it was by his family. Yet, in the end, after a harrowing battle where Davidon almost died, he went to him and told him his feelings. Davidon had acted surprised at first, and as Maleo was walking away with embarrassment, Davidon had Misty Step-ed in front of him and kissed him. The beautiful elf boy kissed him.

The last to join the party was a small dwarf named Ko’fek, who could sneak into any building with ease and then vanish into the shadows soon after. The party found the rogue while they themselves were infiltrating a mansion that contained information on a wealthy entrepreneur who bought and sold people for his own sick purposes. They struck a deal with Ko’fek and continued on their way. However, as the job finished and the organization that the entrepreneur attended regularly was felled, Ko’fek stayed with the party. They continued to stay with the party after yet another job was completed. Then another. And another. Until eventually it was just normal and fine and Ko’fek could actually start to talk with the party about themselves and their past. Despite everything though, Ko’fek remains largely a mystery to the group.

So yes, the party had finally been assembled and their legend unfolded before them. Every time they figured something out, yet another problem seemed to appear before them. Each consecutive problem became more and more threatening to the kingdom, no the continent, no the world, no the entire multi-planed reality! Sure, there would be periods of time between everything, yet they always felt shorter than they were supposed to be, and soon enough they were back to adventuring. As the problems became more daunting, however, so did the party. They continued to grow as people, but also in their abilities. Some, such as Davidon, being able to bring back almost anyone from the dead or cure any wound. Some, like Maleo, could resist large amounts of hits and become one with the Ancients with whom he swore an oath to. Everyone revered the traveling party known only as Lux Protecta, and its legendary, almost godlike members.

Now, after several years, the party has received what they imagine to be their final call to action. The very fabric of all of reality seemed to be unwinding, and the party had to employ everything they could to research where it was stemming from. Finally, they found a hit on a small demiplane of reality located in between the Feywild and Shadowfell, yet opposite the Material Plane. Trapped in a continuous limbo of sorts, this demiplane seemed to be experiencing several periods of history, eras and locations all at once, yet the entire plane was frozen in time. Spells cast between casters were stopped in mid-air, their power still toiling within the blast. Creatures searching for prey were stuck in hunched hunt. Several birds were in between the ground and their nest as they surely would’ve plummeted to their doom.

This entire demiplane radiated a simple message that haunted the party in the back of their minds. What if? The voice seemed to call telepathically. The entire demiplane was a collection of what if’s, while the weather changed as frequently as a prismatic spell. The demiplane confused the party more than anything else, however, as they not only had no idea what they were looking for, but also had to find it in a sea of infinite nothingness. At least they had each other, eh?

Yet, as they continue to travel the plane, they are surely getting closer and closer to myself. I’m not quite sure how they found the plane in the first place, but that’s no matter. I created this reality, and I can destroy it. I could kill them all right now and they would never know. They could snap each other’s throats with a snap of my fingers. But I can’t lie, a God amongst gods can’t help but be curious every now and then, I suppose. I have tried to simply bring them here, yet it seems that they hold a strong resistance to it for a unique reason of their own. No matter, the clues laid before them should bring them here soon enough.

… … … … … … … …

Funny isn’t it? I have run this world for so long, yet for so short a time as well. It was my creation, as were the gods, people, animals and everything else within. Those cities wouldn’t have existed had I not thought of them. I lead to the creation of these four individuals and yet, they are so unique. Although, I suppose that’s what they were made for: to be unique. They continue with their quest and although I laid challenge after challenge before them, they always overcame it. I am the only voice to be narrating this right now, and the only point of view to experience. No one has ever become this powerful before. Not by starting at square one and working their way up fairly and step by step at least. No one has made it to this challenge. These creations have felled gods. I suppose it’s time for them to know the truth… and to meet the one true God of them all.

They’ll be here soon…

Oh, the waiting, I forgot how boring it can be…

…

I might as well unravel some more of this fabric of reality whilst I wait. Maybe the Northern Scefran Mountains? Sure. Casualties will be precisely 123,092, while another 304,896 will be injured, and let’s see… 21,003 left over to realize their life has been ruined. Let’s begin…

And it’s done! Wow, I am always surprised at how efficient I can be. Wait a second. I don’t like the number of casualties. Might as well bring an entire village back to life. That’ll be 12,763 people. And…. done. Perfect!

Hm, waiting things out is getting boring. Wait! I know! I’ll just fast forward the time around this place so that the party arrives here sooner! Let’s see, how to manipulate the fabric of all reality to do it… Ah, yes, that string right there. Just pull it a bit and… perfect!

The party suddenly arrives at a large castle, the drawbridge down and a glorious courtyard decorated with frozen fountains and other majestic beauties of nature rests within. Eager to find the origins of the chaos, the party quickly rushes inside.

Oh! They’re here! That was fast! I may as well greet them, after all what kind of host/all knowing God of all of creation and everything that ever will or could be would I be if I didn’t?

The party looks around and suddenly notices a simply dressed figure with a blue cloak fastened around its throat walking towards them, holding a tray of tea cups and a kettle. The figure’s hood is up, and the face unable to be seen. An eerily familiar voice comes from the hood.

“Hello there. Welcome to the Abode of the Ancient. How are each of you? I’m sorry to admit this so quickly, but I am a huge fan of all of you.” My voice says, coming out of my mouth and out of the hood for all to hear. Maleo is the first to speak. I expected as much.

“Who are you? We are loo-” He begins.

“I am the All-Knowing, and you are looking for the source of the unraveling of all of reality.” I answer and finish for him. “I’m aware.” It’s Ellingal who speaks up next.

“Well, then All-Knowing, I don’t know if you really know anything, however, if you do, then what’s the source of this mess? We have a job to do and the whole of reality to save.” Her fierce attitude can only make me chuckle.

“I’m afraid that I do know the exact figure you’re asking for. He happens to be around these parts. I’m told he’s the only actual creature able to move on this demiplane, and that he is quite good at making tea.” I look at them all from the cover of the hood and then wave my hand. The tea pot I brought lifts as suddenly steam begins to spout from it. Each of the cups moves under the pot and is filled to the appropriate height within the cup. The tea smells quite phenomenal. “That’s a mint-oolong by the way, it should refresh you and help your wounds.” I smile, yet quickly realize that they can’t see my face.

“Wait. I’m sorry. Did you just confess to being responsible for the single-handed destruction of reality?” Ko’fek asks, their voice as inquisitive as ever.

“Well, of course, although, I must say, only going piece by piece almost got too boring. It’s a good thing you got here when you did. Can I just say how nice it is to meet you?” I say, carefully sipping my tea.

“You confess to your crimes? And you don’t seek repentance?” Maleo stands, his blade now drawn and an anger to his face.

“Honey sit down, you’re tea may get cold.” I say, trying to get the half-elven figure to move.

“I asked you two questions. Do you confess to your crimes and do you not seek-” His voice was growing louder.

“Yes, and no. Now sit.” His face is now quite upset. He begins to rush at me, and as he swings his blade down… it vanishes as I snap. Then it appears in my hand. “Hmm. Now, now, is that anyway to treat your host? Although I must say, I completely forgot about this Holy Avenger I placed into the stache of the Terrasque you killed. Well here, take this instead. I grasp it tighter and think of a much nicer weapon than this. Then it flares with magical flame and transforms into a much longer, yet just as well balanced and weight based as it was previously.

“Much better! See?” I throw it into the air and it vanishes, reappearing in the new scabbard on Maleo’s back. “I assure you that I am most certainly benevolent.”

Maleo looks astounded and confused as he still stands before me. “You will fall. I have a weapon that can kill any god you-”

“Um, no. Watch your attitude.” I see the small contraption that the party ‘found’ in an ancient temple. One that can kill, and has killed, gods. I let it appear in my hand, and then with a pinch of the forefinger and thumb, shatter the contraption. “I built that you know.”

The entire party now is just sitting dumbfounded. Davidon grasps his holy symbol. “Melora I ask for your help, please!” As the symbol begins to glow I can not help but feel exasperated.

“No, no. I just wanted to say hello! You understand, don’t you? This is my reality, my world.” I snap my fingers as the divine energy grows stronger. Suddenly a small scream echoes throughout the minds of everyone present. “There. I just erased Melora from existence. No more divine magic, that is, all magic, for you.”

I have never seen the party so confused and mildly terrified. Huh. I wonder why. Ellingal speaks up again, now with more confidence. “I don’t believe we can allow you to live. I feel that if you could just kill us with a snap, you’d have done it by now, so we at least have a chance. I can promise that we’ll do our best!”

She’s right. A rarity, but when she is, she’s always dead on. Well done to her. Although at the sound of my death, I can’t help but to now full on laugh. “O-Oh my. Oh my-. That is hilarious. Listen, I know you really want to kill me, but I must inform you: If I die, this entire world ends. I created it all honey. Talking may be your best bet.”

All of them look at me with yet another face of surprise, although now all of them are drinking their tea again. “Hm, this tea is a tad cold.” Maleo says.

“I warned you.” I remind him. “Now then, if we’re being honest, it was lovely seeing you again. Well, for the first time in person, but I’ve certainly been watching. You’ll find that if you all go straight back to the Prime Material Plane, all will be as it was. Although you must never tell anyone of our small discussion. If you do, well, I’ll know, and the world may dive into chaos. So don’t do that. Anyway, toodles!” I let them gain all of their spell components as they prepare for their Gate spell.

The party steps through the Gate, their feet touching soft sand along a beach as they step out and back onto the Prime Material Plane. Around them, nothing is strange. They travel around for a while, looking around and inquiring about certain things. By the end of the week they all come to the same conclusion. The creature in the demiplane didn’t lie. Whatever it was, whatever it claimed to be, everything was just as it was.

Fin.

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Thalia: Chapter 8

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So 90 episodes of Critical Role

Hey its around time to start thinking about episode 100 right? You know what makes a great milestone episode and a great D&D session theme? A wedding between two important NPCs. You know who are a cannon couple but still need more on screen displays of affecton? Kima and Alura.

Isn’t all that interesting?

(Slides Matt Mercer $10 and coughs)

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Just recently 'applied' to the waiting list of ao3, so I don't have that yet, but you can find me on Tumblr @welp-here-i-write. I've written (and am still writing, I swear) some Fluff for Wickling, yet my favourite is still "Wednesdays", the first one. Anywho, I just want to say I love all of you who are a part of this community.

Young Avengers fanfic authors!

Fanfic authors don’t get enough love. That is a fact.

So reblog this with your ao3 handle, what you like to write, and maybe a few of your favourite fics you’ve written?

I’m hulklinging on ao3, I write a lot of AUs! I write a lot of TeddyBilly, but also try to have a good amount of other characters involved. Lately I’ve been writing a bunch of thinkfast, too. Really into sapphic reimaginings, lately.

Some standouts of mine are Taking One For The Team (a fake dating au that is a little off model), crash course over coffee (sapphic Billy and Teddy meet at a coffee shop), and Stay Young (In The Flesh au that just got real serious).

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Thalia: Chapter 7

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GUYS???????

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FIGHT ME ™

continue dreamin’ continue hopin’ one day. one. goddamn. day.

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Wickling Shenanigans Chapter 2 ~ Firsts

It’s today! Holy shit I can’t believe it! Teddy texted me like ten minutes after he dropped me off, inquiring as to whether or not I would be interested in going to a local comic store that he’s been going to for ages.I’m so excited! It took us a solid hour to plan out our schedules so that neither of us would get into too much trouble with our parents (or, in my case, make my parents suspicious). So, we decided on the Wednesday two weeks from then at 6, which would be a comic release day. Fresh comics would be arriving at the store and everyone would go to read something, buy it and then sit down and just debate anything and everything. There’s only one problem. I’m not too positive on how I feel about going to a different store.

I don’t feel like I’m ‘betraying’ my local store or anything, in fact I don’t even have a local store. It’s just anxiety I guess. I mean, I’m already going to be with Teddy, who I’ve still technically only known for seven hours or so, but I’m also going to be in a different area of town, different people who may not react to well and who knows what else. Just this once I want to be confident. I want to be able to just relax and go out on a date with a cute, nerdy boy.

Alas, anxiety never listens to reason anyway. So now the harder question. What the hell am I going to wear? I normally just wear my hoodie and a pair of jeans, but is that really good enough for a date? It is only to a comic shop and by no means is it formal, but I don’t want to disrespect or act like an idiot in front of Teddy. I begin to look through all of my clean clothes, looking for anything that doesn’t look stupid or too casual. No solid colour shirts, that would ruin the comic vibe. So maybe a proper hero shirt? He said that he likes Captain America… right? God, if this works out at all, I’m really going to be a sucky boyfriend. I look for any Captain America merchandise I may have and find… nothing. I do find an Avengers shirt, however, and quickly decide that it’s my best bet.

Finding a loose, yet nice looking pair of jeans to go along with the outfit, I put any finishing touches together and try to fix myself up. Trying to shower as quickly as possible, I hurry through and out, starting on my hair as soon as I can at least mildly dry the rest of my body. It takes five minutes of fumbling through drawers for combs and a hair gel that doesn’t look fake as shit for me to finally begin on hair. I try to do anything that would make it the same nice sideways part that it was when he last saw me, yet I can’t manage it in the slightest. I throw the comb down in frustration some time later, collapsing to the porcelain tiles of the bathroom.

“Why can’t you just get one fucking thing right? You fucking idiot.” I whisper, head in hands, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t even waste his time. Just cancel. You said it yourself, you aren’t going to be of any use to him, merely a sucky boyfriend.” The small, nagging voice from within my head coos. A voice I’ve come to accept as a part of me, yes, but also a dark thing that I can’t tolerate. The voice of my depression and anxiety all rolled into one. And no matter what I tell myself, I can’t help but feel like that tiny voice is right.

Gingerly, I reach for the phone that I had left on the counter, readying my excuse in my head. There goes another one, I suppose. As I absentmindedly go to the text thread between me and Teddy, I notice that a new text is there.

“Hey, um, I don’t exactly know what you may want from this date or anything, and honestly, I’m really scared to fuck this up. I just wanted to ask if it was ok if we didn’t try and overdo this or anything. I know that this may turn you away, but I just want to make sure I don’t overstep at all or… I don’t even know. I’m sorry. Anxiety is weird. Anyway, I hope that you’re still cool with Jansen’s at 6?”

I can’t stop the tears from pouring out. He is so amazing. He knows exactly what it’s like and is actually confident enough to talk about it. He is everything that I’m not and may never be. I text back, slowly weighing each of my words so that I don’t make a stupid mistake.

“Yeah! Of course. I actually understand exactly what you’re talking about. I was going to do something really brash and ignorant, but you stopped me. I also have anxiety, fun fact, I guess. But yeah, I can’t wait to see you there.” After sending the text I look at the time. 5:00. And Jensen’s is 20 minutes away. Damnit. I sigh, looking at my hair with resignation. No need for false images. I wash out the gel and just simply run a comb through it again. It’s messy, but not in a bad way. I quickly change into the outfit I chose earlier, but after a moment of pause decide to throw on that familiar gray hoodie.

I grab my wallet and keys to the house, saying goodbye to my younger brothers and telling my parents that “Daniel”, my “lab partner”, wanted to meet up for a study session. They accepted it, readily agreeing to any sort of studious activity, and gave me money for the cab ride. As I walk outside into the cold, fall New York air, I search for a taxi, finally hailing one down. I give my destination and soon enough, we reach the comic shop, where I thank the woman and hand her an extra five dollars for getting me here in 15 minutes. I look at the store sign above the door and the extraordinary combination of merchandise, comics and apparel that line the walls and center of the store. Taking a deep breath and trying to steady myself, I walk into the door.

As I walk in, the familiar and comforting scent of fresh comics and posters hit my nose. It feels like a second home by now, and every comic shop has a similar enough smell to feel that way, yet a small difference to make themselves unique. I also hear a surprising lack of conversation when I enter the store, surprised that there are no raging debates on whether the Hulk or the Thing would win in a fight. I look around the small store, obtaining a greeting from the main cashier and obvious manager, but only finding a few others.

Finally, I find a small outcropping filled with comfortable chairs and  group of six people all silently reading issues of the new Scarlet Witch that I had been super excited to get tonight. One of them, a guy probably in his late twenties, with brown, wavy hair and a small stubble, looks up to me. “Oh hey!” He says in a quiet tone. “You here for the Scarlet Witch discussion?”

I look at him with vague confusion. “Um, no, I was invited here by someone I met. He should be here soo-”

“Ah! You’re the guy Teddy won’t shut up about! What is it, Billy, Dilly? I’m sorry, I’m shit with names.” He interrupts, quickly smiling at me after his apparent fumble.

“Yeah, my name’s Billy, nice to meet you.”

“Trent, nice to meet you.” He puts his hand forward and I readily accept it. At least I have one guy who I can now relate to. I continue with a simple train of thought before a question hits my mind.

“Hey, Trent. Did you say ‘the Scarlet Witch discussion’?” I inquire, suddenly reminded of the short phrase he said earlier.

“Yeah! To honour her new comic, we decided that she would be a great subject for this week’s discussion!” Trent’s explanation is then cut off by the sound of yet another voice, this one from behind me and much more familiar.

“Damnit!” Teddy whines, looking slightly red-faced with embarrassment. “It was supposed to be a surprise! I remembered that you said that you loved Scarlet Witch and when I was here later I was reminded about the fact that the discussion was today and I thought immediately that you would love to talk about her and the new issue, which I also bought for you so here.” He says in one rapid sentence, his face growing ever-more cherry as he continues. After the last phrase, he looks through his bag before pulling out a very nice looking Scarlet Witch #9.

At that moment I realize two things. I am the shittiest boyfriend of all time. And. Teddy Altman is the best and most thoughtful boyfriend ever. I accept the comic, silent and slightly open-mouthed. I can’t help but just stare, words failing me. Finally, Teddy speaks up again.

“It’s not what you would’ve preferred is it? I overstepped didn’t I? God damnit I’m sorry Billy, I thought you would like it and clearly I was wrong. Do you want me to take it back? It’ll save you the trouble.” Teddy says. Finally, words connect to my brain again just as he is about to reach and grab the book.

“No! Oh my God Teddy, no one has even done that or anything even remotely similar for me. Holy shit, it’s amazing. I was going to buy one tonight, but… wow. Just… wow. Thank you so much.” I continue to stammer, trying to talk to him, when he leans in and simply hugs me. It’s a nice way to say shut up.

“Hey, it’s ok. So you weren’t horribly disappointed by the present?” He asks, concern still fresh in his face.

“Damnit Teddy, I love it and I can’t wait to talk to everyone here about the obviously greatest person. Well, besides you. Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course. You deserve it. You’re outstanding.” He says, eyes watery and still concerned. I got so lucky to find him. For the next few minutes I begin to flip through the pages of the comic, reveling in the art style that had been revolutionary back in Scarlet Witch #1 and still were just gorgeous. The story was excellently unfolding and about 5/7 of the way through, a large plot twist came into play and made the story exponentially larger, more complex and just flat out better. An hour has passed by the time I finally finish it.

We stay another few hours and discuss how the new arc seems to be coming into play with everyone else, Teddy showing off his new knowledge that he had been working on apparently. And despite my enjoyment of everything and Teddy’s kindness, I can’t help but feel like something is wrong. When we both step outside into the cold, night air, I turn to him.

“This isn’t your thing, is it? Scarlet Witch and everything else that was discussed tonight?” Teddy’s face falls as he looks at me.

“Was it that obvious? I’m just not that big on Scarlet Witch, I mean, I tried but I’m not sure what it is. I just couldn’t get behind it.” His voice cracks a bit and he looks almost as crestfallen as I am that he wasn’t honest with me.

“Not really, I guess I just picked up on it. You know I don’t care right? I completely understand. What kind of geek could I call myself if I were to shame someone for their preferences? That’s the whole job of being a geek!” I say, incredulously. I can’t understand why he wouldn’t be able to just tell me the truth.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m sorry. I guess I thoroughly ruined your night. Goodnight Billy.” He turns away and begins walking. My heart stops for a second. While I am typically ok with letting go of a boy, suddenly everything in me just screams out. And I know that I can’t let him get away. So I run after him.

“Teddy! Wait! No! Come back, please!” I continue running after him, eyes watering. Never before have I felt so strongly about someone. He turns around as I finally catch up and grab his arm. There are tears in his eyes as well. “Please don’t go. I’ve never felt like this before for anyone and the last thing I want to do is ruin this because you really are someone special that no one should ever let go and I just ----”

I’m cut off by a sudden pressure on my lips as Teddy leans forward and silences me. And there are no fireworks, no loud explosions. In fact quite the opposite. Everything just short circuits in my head and my legs soon turn to jelly. I would fall if not for his arms around my waist. His lips are soft or something I’m not quite sure. All I know is that Teddy Altman is kissing me. His hair lightly brushes against my face and his breath smells like strawberry milkshakes. Yet the kiss is so much shorter than I wanted it to be. Pressure and then a slight brush and pull away. He stands there with his forehead against mine, our breath vapour mixing in front of us. He smiles a small, sad smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t even ask. But I’ve kinda wanted to do that for a while. You just… you’re kinda amazing and really attractive and super swe-” It’s my turn to stop him. I lean up and forward again, kissing him with just a little more fervor than before. He responds by pressing into it and returning with his own slight fervor. Finally, we pull away again.

“Guess we’re even then.” I say with a small wink. He gives a small chuckle.

“Damn Billy, I don’t even know what to say. You’re amazing. And God, I am so fucking sorry.” He whispers, arms wrapping around me even tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. You just gave me my first kiss. And there’s no one I would rather give that too. Just promise that we can do something that you love next time.” His eyes widen at that.

“Wait, you-you’re still ok with being with me, even after everything else?” He says.

“God, you are so thick Teddy. Why else would I willingly kiss you? Why would I ask? Just to fuck with you? No! You’re amazing and sweet. How many times do I have to say it? You’ve said it to me and yet won’t accept the reciprocation. Deal with it. You’re stuck with me, Theodore.” I smile, backing up with my hands firmly placed on my hips. He returns the smile, significantly more happy.

After we discuss it for a few minutes, we decide to just relax at his place next week after school. And if it’s anything like the first, I can’t wait for my second date.

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Wickling Shenanigans Chapter 1 ~ Wednesdays

Disclaimer: I love these nerds but do not own them in any way.

Chapter 1:

I fucking hate Wednesdays. I mean, how could you not? It's the middle of the week, nobody cares anymore, you're not waiting for anything because nothing quality is around Wednesday and nothing good ever happens on them. Wednesdays are hell.

I woke up at the normal time. 5:00. Followed the same dull routine. Wake up. Get dressed. Brush teeth and put deodorant on. Eat breakfast. Do homework. Go to school. Fucking Wednesdays. I began walking towards my first period when some asshole tripped me. I looked at them and simply glowered before moving on. “Hey Kaplan! Watch where you’re going dumbass,” the kid says as he tries to taunt me. Kids are such assholes.

I just sat through most of AP Physics, finishing my busy work then being bored out of my mind for twenty minutes. By the time the bell rang, I couldn't be more ready to leave. Second period was dull at best and then English was just Mr. Daren yelling at us about “the importance of commas” and then assigning a paper on it.

Thank Scarlet Witch for fourth period. My only period where I get to actually get to deal with manageable people. But sadly, that flew by faster than Quicksilver. Then lunch. Fucking lunch. Kesler found me as soon as I walked out of class, his giant, terrifying smile covering his face. “Well hey there Kaplan! Funny seeing you here! Me and the boys were just talking about going to lunch, but we seem to lack the funds. Good thing we found you, eh?” I can't help that my eyes widen at the statement. I begin wildly fumbling at my pockets, not bagging eye contact with him, memories of how last time ended when I broke it. My still bruised chest throbs with the phantom pain of remembrance.

I can't find my wallet. God dammit. I smile weakly at Kesler. “Um, looks like I'm fresh out too. I could maybe go and grab some cash somewhere else?” I try to ask, not getting any further before I feel a fist slam into my side. I recoil from the fist, almost falling to the ground. I look to where the fist came from. One of Kesler’s goons is standing there proudly, looking at Kesler. He simply smiles before looking back at me.

“Now, now. You know the rules. A proper gay should always support their heterosexual betters. You can't be forgetting something as important as your wallet. I'm sure my boys will find it on you somewhere. Boys?” Kesler’s smile just grows. The four other guys that were with him smile like idiots.

“Yessir. Don't worry, the fag won't forget his wallet again.” The largest says, before charging me.

The rest of the session with Kesler was a blur. Punches all over my sides and a few on the face. I can't really remember when I passed out, but I know I did. I woke up sometime after, my face looking up towards the sky and my body hurting everywhere. Kesler and his goons were nowhere to be seen, but I was still in the same spot. Sighing, I got up and checked my phone for the time. Fucking hell. It was 2:00. 6th period ended in 30 minutes. I had to present my project in 5th. “There goes my grade.” I muttered. I decided that it would be better than nothing to finish 6th and claim I was helping someone who was getting sick or something.

[Note: Fuck past tense, I'm going present]

I begin slowly walking across campus towards my 6th. I fucking hate Wednesdays. As I pass the Palidian Building, I suddenly notice how amazing the architecture is. And then proceed to walk right into a column. It takes me a solid ten seconds to get up after feeling the extreme pain of reopened cuts and bruises getting slammed. “Hey, you ok? You seemed kinda distracted. And those are a lot of bruises.” I look up and suddenly realize that it wasn't a column. It was a guy. A really hot guy. And I can't speak.

“Um, yeah, I-I, um, fine.” I say, trying to stop the blush furiously starting to cover my face. I break eye contact and try to stand up, only to fall right back down, the pain in my right leg shooting up until my hip. “Agh!” I exclaim, trying to look as normal as I can. It doesn't help.

“Oh my God, you are totally not ok. Here, let me help you.” The guy’s voice is super concerned and sweet, and I can't help but just stare blankly. This guy's seems like he means well, and he certainly looks great, but there's no way in hell I'm trusting that. I mean, after all, last time I trusted someone like that, he broke my heart and everyone in the school knew I was gay. So yeah.

He doesn't seem to read my thoughts, and bends down, trying to wrap his arm around my waist to help me up. Instead, he brushes against a bruise and I cry out in pain again. “Oh shit! Sorry! God, I'm such an idiot.” He looks at me again. “Hey, I'm gonna help you, so I need you to help me out, tell me where I can help you up. His crystal blue eyes shine with worry and I can't help it. I let him help.

“Right around here.” I vaguely motion in a general area that seemed to be spared from the brunt of the beating. He smiles, his teeth catching the sun in a perfect way and his golden hair framing his face in the sunlight. He might as well have been an angel.

“Ok.” He reaches around, and I wince, but it's not as bad as he helps to hoist me up. I lean on him when we finally are both standing, trying not to put any weight on my right leg. As he begins walking, I can't help but feel how great his arm feels, wrapped around me, and how warm he is. After about 20 seconds, I realize that we aren't heading for the nurse, but rather the parking lot.

Mustering up the energy to speak, I look at him questioningly. “You aren't going to drug and sell me are you? Please? I've already been through enough today.” I'm only half joking. His laugh is one of the greatest things I've heard. And a welcome change of pace to the fake one I hear much too often from my family or the cruel one Kesler often gives.

“No, I'm driving you to the fucking ER, you look like you can't even do anything right now. Then, you're getting sold.” He winks at me and I think I might die then and there. Whether from blood loss, the concussion or him, I'm not sure. Nonetheless, I trust this Adonis of a man and willingly let him place me in his passenger seat.

His car smells like vanilla and is completely immaculate, totally not matching the earrings that he wears. I raise my eyebrows at him when he enters from the other side. He looks at me. “What's the face for?” I smile at him.

“Nothing.”

The car ride is short, and he quickly helps me out of the car when we arrive. We get to the front desk and an older woman with red hair that falls into curls around her head behind the counter immediately stands up upon seeing me. “What happened to him?!” She says. Suddenly, the guy’s face turns red and sheepish.

“Um, I don't know, I just found him at -” I quickly interrupt him.

“I fell during a hike. He found me at the base of the hill.” I quickly say, trying to manage the best lie I can.

The woman seems to believe it and just motions for me to sit down while she heads back into the actual hospital, looking for a doctor. In the meantime I'm stuck with Mr. Nice next to me. That's when I realize I haven't even asked his name. “Um, what's your name? I'm sorry I didn't ask before, I guess it slipped my mind, what with the blood and broken leg and everything.” He asks, looking at me with the same adorable red face.

“Billy.” I say, feeling the a familiar blush hitting my face as well. “Yours?”

“Teddy. Teddy Altman.” He replies, the same small grin playing at the edge of his lips. God dammit he really is cute. And his eyes are so fucking entrancing. We stay quiet for another minute before he breaks the silence yet again. “Why did you lie about how you got hurt?” He asks, face etched in worry.

I look away, anywhere but him. “I don't like talking about it. Would you tell someone that someone beat the shit out of you when that someone’s family has enough money to out-lawyer then buy said company of the prosecutor? Because that's Kesler for ya.”

He nods. “I guess I wouldn't. I wouldn't want to hurt my family or myself any further.” Yet another minute passes. Then another. And then it's me who shatters the veil.

“So what do you do for fun, Mr. Teddy Altman?” I try to ask casually. It’s his turn for his eyebrows to raise as he looks at me suspiciously.

“Nothing much. I used to play basketball, but I love a good night in reading the latest issue of Captain America.” He finally says after a moment of hesitation. My ears instantly latch onto the words “Captain America”.

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I look over. “Captain America?”

He looks back at me with the same suspicious face. “Yeah. What’s wrong with Captain America? You don’t support my nerdiness?”

I can’t help but laugh at how serious he sounds. “Dude, I invented nerdiness. But Scarlet Witch  is my favourite.”

“Isn’t she a villain?” He says, and I can’t tell if his smile is from joy of talking about comics or just because he knows how upset that will make me. I can’t stop myself.

“No! Are you kidding me!? She has Magneto for a father yet wants to be a hero. It has to be hard choosing between family and ideals. I mean, clearly -” Before I can get very far a man in scrubs and the same woman come out of the door.

“Mr. Kaplan? We can take you now.” She says. I get up with Teddy’s help and work my way over to the wheelchair that they brought out. She begins wheeling me through the doors when Teddy speaks up.

“Hey, Billy, don’t worry, I’ll stay out here and wait for ya.” He states. The nurse chuckles as the door closes behind us.

“Your boyfriend is so sweet darling! How long have you two been together?” Her eyes have a twinkle of amusement in them as she continues wheeling me towards the room that the doctor quickly maneuvered himself into.

“Um, we aren’t dating. I told you, he found me today at the base of the trail.” I say. She just deadpans and looks at me with the most serious face I’ve seen of her.

“Kid, you weren’t on a trail. We both know that. I can accept the fact that you don’t want to say who it was, but it certainly was a beating of sorts.” She then leans down and looks me straight in the eye and simply whispers, “Was it him? Out there?” She seems so worried.

“No! No. Just, someone else I know. It’s a long story.” I can’t help it. I still can’t tell anyone about Kesler. I mean, it’s not like she can do anything. The doctor checks me out quickly, saying it’s a normal case of battery. I just nod my head along with everything he says and he eventually tells me I’ll need crutches until my broken leg heals. Accepting it, I take the pills he prescribes and take the crutches. Boy, this will certainly be a fun story for mom. She’s seen me beat up before, but this is completely new. I leave, and Teddy immediately stands up when he sees me. I know it’s weird, but for a second, I almost think that I see relief in his eyes.

“Hey! Are you ok?” He asks, coming up to me. I smile weakly.

“Yeah, quality enough to sell.” I wink at him, feeling confident.

He laughs again and we both smile. “So, I’ll take you home if you want. Make sure your parents don’t murder you or something, right?” He says.

“Yeah. Mom will flip, but she’ll accept it. She always does…” I trail off, unable to really continue a sentence. Teddy looks at me with those kind, worrying eyes.

“Hey. It’ll be okay.” Despite his strong build and impressive figure, I can’t help but recognize his weak smile. God, I wish he was gay. Why are all the good ones straight? He helps me back to his car and we drive, casually discussing comics and television on the way back as I lead him to my apartment.

We finally pull in front of the complex, and he looks at me. “Are you good to head up yourself?” He asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m good. Thank you for everything today.” I look at him and genuinely smile at him. I throw on my backpack and start heading towards the elevator. As I get about five feet, I suddenly hear a voice from behind me.

“Hey, um, Billy?” I hear Teddy ask from his car. I turn around and raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Would you maybe wanna go get dinner sometime? Or maybe just head to the comic store?” His face is furiously red and at the sound of those words, I swear I’m about to die from excitement.

“U-Um. Yeah. That sounds great! Here,” I say, fumbling out a piece of paper and a pen, “is my phone number. Text me!” I hand him the piece of paper after writing down my phone number. I look at him and we both kind of just stare at each other for a second. “I’ll see you later Teddy!”

“Seeya Billy.” I fucking love Wednesdays.

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Town of Salem Shenanigans (Not Red on Whitestone, My Apologies)

Preface: @ceridium and I were playing Town of Salem, naming ourselves Kima (me) and Allura (@ceridium). I got the role of Retributionist, so we acted it out in character. And then she had to leave mid-game, and things got...interesting (and by interesting I mean heart-breaking). So we decided to write it. Kima’s POV is written by me, and Allura’s is written by @ceridium.

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Lady Kima of Vord -

I hate those idiots sometimes. I have been working too hard with Allie in Emon recently ever since the fall of the Chroma Conclave, and yet here Vox Machina has decided that they “deserve a vacation”. Newsflash, you awful people, heroes don’t get “vacations”. Vacations are for people who can afford to take vacations and not run the risk of the world falling while they’re away. People who don’t run the risk of, oh say, just for an example, going for a small trip to the City of Brass and the Fire Plane for some fancy shit, then coming back and realizing almost the entire group of people that they had massed were being wiped out and my girlfriend had been rendered a fate worse than death.

But don’t worry. That totally didn’t happen. Ever. At all. AT. ALL. Anywho, the adventuring party seemed to deem it fit to go relax in the Feywild due to Percy’s almost forgetting about it and Keyleth’s ever-growing childlike curiosity. Yet, of course they found a massacred town within the Feywild and separate letters mentioning the locations of similarly fated towns should no one intervene. And, of course, they decided that they wanted to continue to relax and sent the locations to myself, Allie, Gilmore, Cassandra and a few other names I didn’t recognize. So now instead of assisting Emon, me and Allie are heading to a small town within the last few floating islands of Draconia. We scried upon it, yet came to no visual at all. So now Allie is forced to merely teleport with the exact address and location in mind.

As she begins to prepare her spell components, her eyes begin to glow with mystical arcane energy. And I can’t help but stare. In this one moment, Allie has never been more beautiful. She has never been more fantastically surrounded by her perfect blue arcane energies or more perfectly framed by the circle around her. I love her. So much. Thank Bahamut for everything that has occurred for us to be together again. She means everything to me. I feel the ring that still resides within a pocket in my armour. The ring that Percy helped me obtain from the best artisan in the planes. Synokier or Cenokir or something like that. It was imbued with a magic energy by Gilmore that should protect her in a time of need and is connected to an identical one that I have begun wearing on my finger. The one on my finger supposedly could even bring Allie back if need be, as long as she is wearing it.

I still can’t believe Vox Machina. We were going to head to the forest nearby Emon, to an old clearing that we used to relax in and eat lunch. And we were going to reminisce about the older days with Drake and -. The others. About how much simpler everything seemed to be. And I was going to propose. But, I guess I could wait until after this run, as it should just take a few days, and be a simple search and destroy. I’ve waited this long.

Allie’s eyes clear and she looks at me. “You ready? I think I found a good spot with basic arcane searching.” Her eyes are still a bright blue, a tad of arcane energy still staying within her eyes. And her smile - it always catches me off guard. It’s gorgeous.

“Yeah.” I reply. She takes my hand and I feel the flux of magic course through me, now familiar with as many times as we’ve had to travel recently. It’s so exhilarating. We suddenly disappear from the Prime Material Plane, Allie’s hand the only anchor to anything as everything goes black and we then land on our feet, meeting the hard ground as we both fall to our knees. I get up and look around, realizing that we are standing on a rather small floating island. The grass is green and completely covers the island, and a ring of houses, what I assume is the town, is in the center of the island. A cobblestone path extends from each house and into the central area, where an elevated platform sits. Allie stands up, hand on her head.

“Kima, I don’t feel quite right. This feels much too like the Ziggurat in Whitestone. I can’t seem to summon any of my magical energies. I’m sorry.”

I look to her, trying to meet her kind and worrying eyes with reassuring ones. “It’s ok. Let’s go investigate that town, eh?” I wink at her and start trudging along towards the small area, looking behind as Allura starts to follow. Man, I really do love her.

<<<<<<<< Break 1 >>>>>>>>

Allura

I continue to try and cast minor spells, but the arcane energy fizzles from my fingertips before it can have any effect. That certainly makes things more difficult. I look to Kima, who I can tell is doing her best to keep her tough, unbreakable demeanor, though a slight bit of something else comes through. She covers it up by puffing up her chest, and throwing her Holy Avenger behind her shoulder. It’s adorable when she does that. She tromps along towards the odd little town ahead, and I follow behind. She looks back occasionally, and quickly puts her vision forward again with an almost guilty look.

From what we know, this place has had strange reports of conflicts between its residents. No one has been able to leave, or at least not alive. The magic in the area is immense. As we enter the town, a resident, dressed in very odd black and white garments, directs us to two adjacent homes where Kima and I could stay. The resident does this without an introduction, and without asking who we were. Very strange.

‘“I don’t like the look of this place, Allie..” Kima mumbles, keeping a firm hand on her Holy Avenger.

“Me neither. But until we figure out what’s going on, it’s probably best to just play along.” She nods. The sun sets oddly quickly across the horizon, and we retreat into our separate homes. As I turn to get into bed, I see a dark, shadowy figure dart across the room. I try to prepare a spell, with no effect. The figure rushes across again, and I feel a painful burning in my head as my vision flashes white, and I feel myself hit the floor before it flashes to black.

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“Allie, wake up!” A strange voice meets my ears as I’m shaken awake. My eyes shoot open as I see a small armored woman standing over me. She hugs me tightly.

“Oh, you’re alright! I found you in the middle of the floor, and I was worried something happened to you.” The woman says, relieved about something.

“Wha- Where am I?” I ask.

“What do you mean? We’re in this weird town Vox Machina sent us to.”

“Who’s Vox Machina?” The woman’s face drops.

“Oh no. No no no. What’s your name?” I try my hardest to remember, but I can’t.

“I don’t know.” She takes a second to gather her thoughts.

“Just…just stay close to me, ok?” The woman helps me up from the floor. She looks devastated.

“Who are you?”

“My name- my name is Kima. Yours is Allura, but I call you A-Allie.” She chokes up a bit.

“That is a nice name. Did I do something, Kima? You look upset.”

“No. It’s nothing,” Her sadness is instantly replaced with toughness. She takes my hand and leads me outside, into a town with a ring of houses around a central platform. I study Kima’s face as she leads me. Dark complexion, a large scar across her eye, and the look of a badass. I can feel a tugging familiarity in the back of my head, but I can’t make the connection. Kima. The more I study her face, the more I realize just how stunning she is. The way she holds herself, her strength, her attitude….it’s incredibly impressive. I don’t remember who she is, but I already know I’m in love with her. Hopefully I can still make her happy.

The other people in this town are standing on the edge of the circle surrounding the central platform, and yelling at each other furiously. In one of the spots where a person would be standing lays a body with a smoking wound in its forehead.

“He did it! I KNOW he did!” One man shouts.

“You’re just trying to get him killed!” Another yells. One person shoves another up to the central platform.

“Hey, what the hell?! I’m innocent, you guys!” The person, a woman, yells.

“Sure you are! Guilty!” Half of the whole town echoes that last word in sync. It’s unnerving. Someone hops up to the platform, and Kima and I watch in horror as they fasten a noose around the woman’s neck and hang her in front of the whole town. Kima pulls me in a little closer. Suddenly, the whole town retreats to their homes in perfect synchronization, and we do our best to play along. We both open windows on the side of our houses and lean out to talk to each other.

“You saw that, right? They hung that woman!”

“I know. It was horrifying.”

“We need to get out of here. This is more Vox Machina’s line of work.” Her expression told me that wasn’t the real reason she wanted to get out of here. Either way, this place seemed like it could get dangerous for the both of us really quickly. I go to sleep, careful to keep my eyes open as long as possible before allowing myself to pass out.

<<<<<<<< Break 2 >>>>>>>>

Kima

I sit alone in my room, the silence dragging on for what feels like hours. Allie is sitting in the adjoining room, last I saw her with a confused look upon her face. A continual confusion. I still have no idea what’s wrong with her, and I don’t dare risk the ring, just in case it may not work. I can only use it once, and I’ll be damned if I try using it when it wouldn’t even apply to this situation. But still, the thought lingers in my head. The idea that the love of my life sits completely unaware of what is going on, hoping to one day remember or be of use tears my heart to shreds. I feel my resolve slowly start to crack as that thought strikes me. I can’t help but to let a few tears loose. It’s too much.

Allie, the most perfect being I’ve ever met, rendered useless yet again. I love her too much and could never stand to live without her. As I continue to reflect on the night, I find my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, not responding to my resistance as sleep takes hold of me.

I wake up, feeling as though only seconds have gone by, yet as I look out the window, I see the sun out and grab Allie as I see everyone begin to walk out of their homes. We both quickly run out, me leaving my armour and Holy Avenger within the room. While standing and witnessing the looks from everyone as they see two more dead bodies, I see Allie’s eyes suddenly widen.

Where once her eyes were dull, almost glazed over, they are now filled with intelligence and I see the same sharp wit return. She looks to me with sudden recognition, and while the others begin to shout at each other, she runs to me and grasps me around the waist, giving me the largest hug that I’ve had in a long while. There are tears in her eyes, and I feel the searing wetness within my own begin to take form.

“I love you.” She whispers. I look back, feeling a surge of emotions take over me. I look back at her, tears steadily streaming down my face.

“I love you too, and I swear to any deity that is listening, if you ever. And I mean ever. Do that to me again Vysoren, I will fucking kill you.” I can’t keep a straight face, instead my eyes simply continue to cry and my voice breaks. Then her eyes widen as she looks at two people whispering. Her mouth moves with the one’s speaking almost simultaneously. “Um, Allie, you ok there?”

She turns to me and shakes her head. “Um, yes. That certainly was new. It seems that I have regained some of my magical abilities, but only the ability to hear other’s secret conversations.” The group continues to argue when a man, different from the previous one yells something inaudible.

I observe the rest of this town as they mutter their agreements and another man shouts out, “Burn the bitch then, eh?!” I look at the woman he is pointing towards, her small and innocent looking form cowering in fear. I am about to speak out for her when I feel something indescribable stop me. I let them bring her up to the dias and yet again, we hear the screaming of the agreement, “GUILTY!”

I almost feel a tear shed at the innocent life, when I realize that as she is tied to a stake, she screams out a single phrase, her innocent demeanor now gone. “I would’ve watched you all burn!” She releases as suddenly the flames catch her body. Her screams echo through the night and I turn and walk away, towards the home, not noticing that Allura’s eyes widened as her mouth continued to move, my name escaping her lips, along with the words “kill” and “tonight”.

<<<<<<<< Break 3 >>>>>>>>

Allura

“The bitch is finally dead. We’re gonna kill Kima tonight, got it?” The words echo through my mind. They thought they wouldn’t be heard. What am I going to do? I pace around my room. My magic is extremely limited here. I don’t believe I can teleport us out, and none of my damaging spells are functioning properly. I was lucky to overhear the plans in the first place.

My mind fills with images. Of Kima falling to one of these people’s strange weapons. Of her eyes rolling back into her head. Of her body covered in blood. Of her watching me with a look of disappointment. The thoughts alone nearly bring me to tears. I can’t let that happen. Whatever it takes. I won’t let that happen.

I shake my head. Think of a plan. Maybe I can find one of their weapons. Their weapons. They resemble the ones that Percival has, but are much more advanced. I’ve never seen Percival’s weapon take someone down with one charge before, but these weapons can. It’s much more terrifying. After thinking it over, and finding no suitable solution, I start to hear footsteps from outside..

Oh, gods. Being brave is more Kima’s forte than mine. But I have to try. I leap from my window and through hers as the assailants burst through her door. I spot a grin on Kima’s face as she draws her Holy Avenger. The townsperson raises their weapon. Kima’s grin turns to horror as I use all of my strength to shove her to the floor in the corner of the room.

“Allie!-”

BANG!

The weapon fires, a flash of fire-like light bursting from the front as I feel immense pain course through my chest. I look down, and notice my robes quickly turning red in the area. I drop to one knee, trying to catch my breath as the assailant gets ready to fire again, and look over at Kima, still on the ground. She’s ok. It’ll all be worth it if she’s ok.

<<<<<<<< Break 4 >>>>>>>>

Kima

I grunt as I suddenly smack against the floor, the sound of a loud thunderclap going off above me. Where Allie was. I look up and see her grasping her chest, her white gown is slowly turning into a red and pink one. Oh no. Allie. I grasp my Holy Avenger in my hands as one of the people begin to drag her body towards the outside area. So that’s how the bodies were always in perfect position. Well they aren’t taking my Allie. Not while I have anything to say about it. I will make them all pay.

I take up my Holy Avenger, charging towards the man closest to me. He raises his weapon. I can tell when he’s about to fire, I can feel Bahamut’s blessing soaring within me. As he slowly pulls what I assume to be a trigger similar to that of a crossbow, I feel my body move on it’s own, impossibly fast. I jump to the left, not stopping my run. I hear his gasp of surprise as I raise the blade, a blue flame completely flying from my blade. “Not like this Allie! I’m coming for you!” I crash the blade down, aiming for his ribs. The blade feels no resistance as it slices cleanly through his body. Suddenly, the forged wings that form the handle of the blade glow even more radiantly, and instead of angel wings turn into those of a blue dragon’s. I feel Bahamut’s strength and aura around me as I continue for the next man. The man carrying Allie is just in front of him.

“FOR BAHAMUT!” I roar, leaping towards his form. He pulls his trigger and I feel the impending projectile as it hits my armour, slowly piercing. Then, just as soon as it’s about to pierce my skin, I flare with another burst of radiant energy and the projectile is turned to ash. I come down with a cleaving swing aimed to split his skull.

It hits it’s mark.

“FOR ALLURA!” I hit the ground and take another swing as I see the final man brandishing a weapon much more complex looking than the others’. He looks at me as my tear-stained eyes glare back at him.

“Hm. You pose much more of a threat than I anticipated. Nonetheless, I guess that if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.” He eyes me yet again and I take my final jump, the Aura of Bahamut searing my flesh as the heat becomes incredibly intense. Burn you disgusting motherfu-.

I crash to the ground.

The sword goes flying the other direction as I roll, a new type of searing pain within my abdomen.

I look up at him, eyes filled with anger and seething hatred.

“Anywho. My business is done for the night. Feel free to take your own life, it’ll be much faster than this. Goodnight.” He says calmly, wiping his weapon before sliding it into his coat pocket. He walks away, heading for the house opposite the center. And as he leaves, I look towards Allie.

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Allura

Kima pounds her fist on the ground, and yells out, trying to mask the pain. I clutched at my chest. Kima painfully crawls her way over to me. Every grunt she made on the way over was agonizing to me. She does her best to sit up, and holds my head in her lap. I can feel my energy fading me. She puts her hand on my wound, and tries to heal it, with no effect.

“No. NO! WHY ISN’T IT WORKING?!” She screams.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Kima. I failed you again.” I say, failing to hold back tears.

“Don’t say that. This isn’t over yet. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna tell Vox Machina how much of an ass they were, and you’re gonna be fine-” “Kima. Be realistic.” She glances down at her once-magnificent armor, which now has a hole blown inwards, only tearing her wound apart more. I look down at my hands, now trembling. I fail to even attempt a spell.

“Don’t leave me, Allie. I love you too much.” Kima says. Her strength is broken. Her heroism is gone. The tear tracks on her face reflect the moonlight, and only emphasize her gorgeous eyes. Kima. The beautiful. warrior who’s everything I’m not. Yet, in this moment, she breaks down. Because of me. I put my hand on her wound. Maybe I can…no. Nothing works here. I grab the edge of her armor and use the last bit of my strength to pull myself up and kiss her. I feel her arms grab me tighter than ever. I open my eyes, and the image of her face blurs. I’ll miss her so much.

“I love you-” I get out, before the last bit of my energy fades, and my vision goes dark. I’ll see you soon.

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Kima

No. No. No. Nonononononononononono. “Allie.” I whisper. “Allie, Gods damnit say something. Allie.” My voice cracks and I can’t take it anymore as soon as I feel the body go limp. My Allie. Allie. She means the world to me. I can’t have her leave now. We were going to go back to Emon.

We were going to go back to the clearing within the woods just outside the city. We were going to be together.

We were going to be together forever. I had the ring made. THE RING. I look frantically through my pocket, trying to reach for it as my arms become more and more sluggish. Then, I feel something. I feel a small, round metal object. The ring. I pull it out and look at it with awe and joy. I reach for Allura’s hand and as my shaking fingers try to place it on her own cold ones, I almost drop it. I put the ring on Allie’s finger and begin to focus my energy into the ring.

I put everything I have left into it. I pray to Bahamut for anything and everything. For Allie to be ok. And as I open my eyes, I see the ring, dormant on her finger. Of course. No magic works here. No magic.

I realize with a sudden worry that there is nothing I can do. I hold her hand in mine and just let the rest of my energy flow in the form of tears. She’s gone. And that’s all I can think about. I lay down her head upon the ground, then follow suit, laying next to her. I look at her closed eyes and for a second I can almost believe that she really is just asleep. That this is merely the ruins of some tower she found near the clearing and she wanted us to investigate it. That we found nothing, but as nightfall came, she pulled me down to the ground with her and just asked a simple question.

“Kima, will you watch the stars with me?” I looked into her own eyes and just smiled.

“Of course.” We sat here for hours, just witnessing the beauty of the world, and as I turned my head just now, I saw her sleeping face. She is beautiful and ethereal. I want the fantasy to be true do badly. I want her back. But that doesn’t matter anymore.

I look down at my own wound as I lay with her. It hasn’t stopped bleeding. I sigh, looking into her eyes. “Allura, I love you. I just wanted you to know that, ok? I love you so much. I guess we’ll be seeing each other sooner than I thought. Goodnight my love. I will not break my vow. I will stay with you… all our days…” And I let the darkness take me.

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