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Spider Gnome Spider Gnome

19 hours into a 24 hour D&D marathon (pathfinder)….. that we only managed to get 6 hours of planned content completed…..

Starring:
Gnome Barbarian
Tiefling Barbarian
DM 1
DM 2
6 other assorted characters (including a random NPC puppy that was saved early on)

The questing party is hanging in a giant net trap after following the incredibly naive/reckless Gnome down a random tunnel.
The Gnome proceeds to cut the bottom of the net out to free the party…. which end up tumbling down yet another trap to a large room with two NPC’s…. except for the Elf that was smart enough to hold on everyone takes 5 damage.

Turns out the two NPC’s are the Final Boss and her main henchman…. an overly large half orc with armour out the wazzu…. a character that wasn’t supposed to come along for another 4 hours of planned content

Final Boss laughs and magics away, mister brick wall henchman will be enough to deal with these underleveled plebs….

Gnome to Tiefling: it’s time *pulls out knives*
Tiefling: *nods solemnly and picks up the Gnome and proceeds to throw her across the room at the Half-Orc*
DM 1: …… roll acrobatics
Gnome: 18!
DM 1: you bounce off his head unable to grab -
Gnome: BUT WHAT ABOUT MY KNIVES!!!
DM 1: they make it harder to grapple….
Gnome: but what if I use them like ice pics?
DM 1: ….. you grab onto his neck using your knives….. roll an athletics
Gnome: Nat 20 😎
DM 1: *error*
DM 2: The Half-Orc can’t find his face to pull you off because your attached to it…. blinding him…..
DM 1: …… strength check to stay attached to the Half-orcs head
Gnome: …. Nat 20

The Gnome proceeded to pull off the Half-orcs helmet, steals several small hatchets and throwing knives ,and semi destroy his shield before FINALLY falling, breaking DM 1 in the process.
The questing party finally defeats the Half-Orc with 21 AC (AFTER the removal of the helmet and shield) after nearly dying.
The Gnome was never hit.

Half an hour later the questing group formed a cult around the small puppy they had saved named Steve, thus breaking DM 2 and ending the campaign while the Gnome rolled around on the floor sing songing about the fact she had finally been thrown violently at an enemy.

Aka the time we broke my two highly experienced DM’s

Let’s Be Outcasts (ch 13/?)

Part 2 of cyber!bunny Apocalypse ‘verse (tumblr)

ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

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Kankri/AR, Latula/Mituna, Lil Seb, Aimless Renegade

Summary: Divergent AU where AR and Li'l Seb get kicked into a new universe with some snazzy new cyborg bodies. They’re still working out the bugs.

In which AR discovers that kidnapping rarely solves more problems than it creates, Mituna breaks out of a lab (with some help), and Seb continues to take good care of his Bro.

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Ch 13.

You’re intent on following Latula, but you’re also not quite dumb enough to run face first into a fight. You have discovered exactly two settings in yourself: “helpless” and “accidentally killed everybody.”  If you can get a few of your more experimental body-hack programs out of beta you hope to someday unlock more.  Tonight is probably not that night.

You turn on, just a bit, a background process that you think will help keep the metal part of your mind from overloading on data quite so much.  It’s your best plan for staying in balance without actually resorting to a biohack.  You’re not super confident in the whole theory, but at least you think it’s the program most likely to fail non-life-threateningly for everybody in the room.

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whoever said that
reincarnation was romantic,
never picked eighteenth century gravel from their teeth;
call bruises birthmarks [i still remember you]

first,
we were god’s children, and i wore my birth
like peach and pink; you sunk your teeth into me, a sinner.
in this one, you were the serpent and i mistook an apple for glory.
i stared down the line of your pointed finger, 
realized, your rib is the worst part of me.

in another legend,
you were a monster and
i was a lady who understood your growl as a song.
we were beasts, and this was our beckoning, until i rose too high
on your bramble throne and called down to you, ‘eat your heart out’
but you ate mine instead.

in the next century, 
i was a queen and you were my knight made of iron and shadows,
reached out and caught me on the hilt of your sword,
traitorous and trembling and as i lay dying you laughed and said,
'a lion’s heart still belongs to a lion.' 

i met you again in a twenties speakeasy;
and your grin cut like bones
[what did caesar remember when he saw brutus at the gates of hell?]
i pulled my gun, but you were too fast, wrote my death until i was
all blood-soaked diamonds and feathers.
[the answer is everything.]

tonight, the room thrums and you hoist me up
against a dirty wall, kissing each other’s necks
with knives to the back of them.

in every lifetime, i love you.
in every lifetime, this makes you laugh.

—  bad blood || naiche lizzette
Clintasha Week Day 5 - Free For All: The Clintasha Fallout4 AU Literally Nobody Asked For

I mean, your guess is as good as mine at this point. Find it on AO3 HERE.

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“Raiders, really?” Clint asked skeptically. He kicked one of the discarded pipe pistols. “Raiders aren’t this smart.”

“I didn’t say raiders,” Garvey said with a shake of his head. “I said raider. One. And she is this smart. She’s been a thorn in our side for months.”

“The family’s still alive,” Clint argued. “She rigged half a dozen guns on a tripwire to steal four ears of corn and the kid’s pet mole rat. There aren’t even bullet holes in the side of the house, the rounds were blanks.”

“She’s a raider,” Garvey replied. The words carried the weight of finality and judgement, and Clint hated what the world had become.

“Scavenger, maybe,” he muttered defiantly. “Hungry. Scared, if she’s alone out here.”

“You’ll see,” Garvey said with a bitter chuckle. “Scared is the last word I’d use for this girl.”

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Not Your Babysitter

Star Wars (Rogue One) One Shot 

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x K-2SO + Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso

Warnings: Very mild swearing, implications of violence.

Request: “Could you do a one shot of K2-SO x Reader?? That would be great. (Hope you have a great day!)” - Anon

Word Count: 843

A/N: I based it on this [x] gif imagine. Hope you have a great day too ! EDIT: There is now a PART 2 !!

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White tip reef shark Kiri revisited .

This is the first of 2 recent commissions for a US customer who requested 2 versions of my white tip shark kiridashi .

 3.5mm old high carbon saw blade steel with black G-10 scales over white G-10 liners , ally tubes and a dark etch / stone wash finish .

Custom knives , sheaths and gear from rtknives@hotmail.com

anonymous asked:

Assassins being rescued by their S/O or something as a request/preference thing thanks!

A/N: I did it as a scenario if that’s alright J

 

Altaïr: He was cornered in a secluded area of Jerusalem, out of bombs, knives and his sword knocked away. He glanced up at the towering wall that seemed to loom over him, he couldn’t find any footholds. No way he would be able to climb that, was he actually going to die like this? All of a sudden a figure leapt down from a roof sinking their hidden blade in a guard’s neck, throwing two more knives at another and then cutting down the last with Altaïr’s own sword. “You needed saving? I’m never letting you live this one down.” You laughed as you handed a grumbling Altaïr back his sword.

Ezio: He tried his best to not groan in pain as he held his now injured shoulder and struggled to limp away from the oncoming guards. He should have listened to his comrades when they told him it was risky going into that place. Things were looking grim. Then suddenly from his left he saw you climb onto the roof to kill a guard that had just ran up to you two, sword raised. Then you shot down a few more with your crossbow. You stood in between Ezio and it approaching guards, sword in hand. “Thank you amore mio.” He said from behind you. “Don’t thank me yet, they’re still coming.”

Connor: He was currently pinned under a rather angry looking bear. It had broken his bow and his arm that had his hidden blade was currently underneath one of the bear’s heavy paws. He tried his best to dodge all the bites the bear made at his face while fighting off the pain the bear’s claws were inflicting on him. The bear gave a loud cry before slumping forward, falling onto Connor. He peered over the bear’s large body to find you wiping blood off your hidden blade. “The hunter almost became the hunted.” You joked as you helped him up.

Edward: He sighed for the hundredth time that day, trying to make himself comfortable despite the bonds that currently held his hands behind his back and the chains the were wrapped around his ankles. He was aboard an enemy ship, as their prisoner. He could hear everyone upstairs celebrating that they had just caught the Edward Kenway. But it was cut short as he heard other people boarding them ship and fighting the sailors. It must have been his crew. The door to the deck opened and you looked in, finding your bound lover. You had blood splattered on your face and wore a bit of a sadistic smirk as you freed Edward. “God you look so hot when you’re badass.” Edward murmured appreciatively.

Arno: He was bloodied and bruised, hands and legs bound as a Templar threw punch after punch at his face, all while demanding to know what the assassins have planned. Arno kept silent, opting to glare defiantly at the Templar, enraging him more. All of a sudden they took a phantom blade to the back of the head, killing him. His guards turned to the source of the shot and you jumped down, assassinating them both easily. You walked over to your love and cut his bonds before helping him up, “I’m not letting anyone hurt your pretty face.” They smirked playfully at him.

knives-and-chokers  asked:

Anti just returned home, leaving bloddy footprints everywhere in his flast. he teleported there, he knew better than having policemen knocking at his door in the morning. Not only was blood on the floor, it was on his face, clothes, and mainly on his hands. He was just about to hide the bloody knfe when he felt a pair of hands touching him from behind. He swiftly turned to face his intruder, his eyes black voids and the tip of his knife poiting at ther neck, growling menacingly.

@knives-and-chokers “Woah!” He said while raising his hands over his head “ Anti it’s just me.” “I’m sorry if I startled ya, I just wanted to say hi.”