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The Like Letter

So. I’m in Bakushima/Kiribaku/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT (Bakugo x Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia) hell. And the moment I saw this beautiful picture @siij made (who was also sweet enough to provide the version of it in the fic below), I knew how to break into writing this ship. It is a good ship. I love them.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

Kirishima jumped as he woke up from where he had been dozing on his bed. Bakugo stood over him, waving pieces of paper in his general direction, his cheeks pink around glaring red eyes. At first, Kirishima’s still-sleepy brain thought he was shaking a poor grade at him - no, that wouldn’t make sense, Bakugo didn’t get marks like that. Maybe it was one of Kirishima’s tests?

Then, when he rubbed his eyes, it all started to come into focus. Terrifying, horrible, stomach-twisting clarity.

His handwriting.

A crude little doodle of Bakugo, complete with a huge, angry scowl, spiky hair and a heart.

No way. No way could it be the same… Kirishima’s hands darted in every direction around him, hoping that maybe his heart rate would slow back down once he got a hold of the letters he had been writing before he nodded off. Nothing. Gone. All gone.

No, not gone. They had somehow gotten from the mattress to Bakugo’s room and…ugh, Kaminari. Of course. Not that he would immediately accuse him, but it was hard not to when he tiptoed out of the room behind Bakugo’s back, giving Kirishima a huge smile and two thumbs up. ‘You got this, bro,’ he mouthed, closing the door. Got this?! Kirishima didn’t even have a shirt on! This was the furthest from ‘got this’ you could get!

“Don’t fucking ignore me!”

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anonymous asked:

I don't think this has been done before but is it ok if I ask for fluffly and naughty headcanons for poly Knockout and Smockscreen? If not, then just fluffy and naughty headcanons for Knockout and Smokescreen separately please

( Melly’s Mod Notes: Hey there anon! Unfortunately I don’t know a lot about this pairing to really write it as a polyship but I can definitely do the requests separately. )


✦ Originally friends, he finds himself developing a crush on his charge and ends up being very flustered and unsure of what to do when he realises he has a crush on them. Do they go to Bumblebee since he’s the most interested in humans? Optimus because he’s Optimus? Definitely not going to Ratchet or Ultra Magnus for help. In the end he turns to the kids for help on what he can do and all three chip in to help him make a love confession. It’s almost a disaster but hey! It worked out in the end. They both(!) confessed their feelings to the other and kissed and it was awesome. (Now how do they explain the mess here in the base to the others…? He had no idea pastries could explode.)

✦ He will do his best to make his human laugh and feel loved because they are loved, dammit. Smokescreen does his best to be attentive, asking how they’re doing whenever they meet up and always being on time when dropping them off or picking them up. Their health is a major concern of his considering how fragile and easily hurt humans are and constantly pester an annoyed Ratchet for help/advice/anything if his human so much has a headache. Bless his spark the boy tries.

✦ Unfortunately he does end up becoming more reckless on the field if his human is with him. He’ll pull flashier moves, strike a pose after knocking a baddie down, and even try out some soundbites he’s been practicing. He wants to impress them with the amazing skills he’s learned! Team Prime disapprove of the behaviour yet leave him be since he’s just really into his human and he is happy. Miko personally finds this all hilarious and encourages him to do more stunts around the base in the name of True Love. Jack and Raf are watching on in horror and are quick to yell for Optimus/Ultra Magnus/Ratchet, in that order of desperation, if they need to stop Smokescreen from doing something too dangerous.


✦ Surprise he’s entering this relationship as a virgin. The human may not realise that with how he talks up his game and how he’ll have them begging for more transfluid in their body. The moment they make it clear they’ll take up his offer, he freezes up and is forced to admit the jig is up. With how focused he was in training with the Cybertron Elite Guard and all, he never gave himself the time to, you know, enjoy himself. His human will have to teach him what to do and they don’t have to worry too much in this part. Smokescreen is going to be very attentive student for these lessons.

✦ Eager to please if a bit messy and very impatient at times. The human will need to keep a change of clothes on in Smokescreen’s habsuite so they have something to wear when the fragging is over. There’s a strong possibility of their outfit getting drenched in transfluid to the point its unsalvageable or he tears it up when helping his human out of their clothes. He’ll try to be more careful if this annoys his human enough. Honest!

✦ Absolutely shameless when he’s aroused, not even if they’re in the base where the others can see him. It’s not obvious to the humans but the way he’s fluttering his door wings, cooling fans blasting all the while, is basically the Cybertronian equivalent of presenting himself to his human to please mount and ride him until all he can speak is static. Bulkhead, Arcee, and Bumblebee try to shield their respective charge’s eyes from the display. Ratchet will not hesitate to call the two out and tell them to get a room. Ultra Magnus is going to force the two into timeout corners.


✦ A human who is always on Nemesis Prime is going to get exposed to a lot of weird things. Between the energon supplies, the experiments of Shockwave, and the existence of Starscream, Knockout is very protective of his human and will never forgive themselves if they end up getting hurt. He keeps them on his shoulder at all times and if he’s too busy to leave the medbay than he’s keeping tabs on them through Soundwave’s security or has Breakdown with his human to ensure their safety. 

✦ He also becomes their doctor so they get the best treatment possible after he sees his human get hit by a bad bout of a flu and sees them struggling to get better. He begins to keep human medicine and medical supplies stocked in the medbay and tells them that they are to look for him if they need an injury patched up. Knockout goes as far to research medicine and biology to make sure he’s giving the correct treatment/care to his human and not making it worse. An earthling’s body is… different from what he’s used to handling but the things a medic will do for love.

✦ Surprisingly enough he doesn’t ask them to buff him during the earlier stages of their relationship. It’s a taxing thing to do and he doesn’t really like the idea of just anyone getting their servos all over his frame. As a result, Knockout is rather shy about asking anyone for help on this matter and only asks those he feels comfortable/at ease with like Breakdown. It’s only when he’s sure they’ll work out does he ask them to help him get the more difficult, hard-to-reach scratches and dents.


✦ Isn’t that big into medical play. Reminds him too much of work with how he often needs to strap down the more annoying or irritating ‘cons so they get their slagging physical over with. He’ll try it out, just once, for his human’s sake if they really want to play out the scenario. Who knows? He may find himself enjoying it with how he gets to order them around and examine their body, digits skimming across their shivering body as he does a very thorough inspection of his lovely human.

✦ What he’s really into his bondage and using toys on his human, edging them and teasing them until they’re begging him for just a taste of his spike or valve on their mouth. He adores the desperate look on their face, the brightness of their eyes as they watch him stroke his spike languidly as he plays with the folds of his valve. Maybe if they beg him really nicely he’ll consider it. Maybe.

✦ Breakdown is a regular partner to the couple’s antics in the habsuite due to the closeness he shares with both of them. A good thing too. Knockout’s digits are sharpened to very dangerous points so it’s, ah, difficult for him to prepare his human to take a spike. Thank goodness they have their good friend Breakdown to help with that. The larger mech is gentle and focused as he scissors the panting and whining human’s opening. All the while taking instructions from a nearby Knockout about how to make their favourite human come undone under his ministrations.

Have Mercy On Me

A/N: A follow-up to Lose or Win where Spencer follows through on the punishment end of their bet @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @sweetg @hogwarts-konoha

Warnings: Right into the smut. Beware. I think this might be one of the smuttiest things I’ve ever written.


What I really want is to have you over my knees right now.

The arousal was pooling between your legs and you were sitting at work. Normally, there would be a way to alleviate this. Answer being grab his hand and fuck his brains out in the file room, but there was to be none of that this week because of the punishment you were supposed to be enduring.

But it was day three out of seven, and there was a distinct possibility you were going to back your cocky ass husband into the wall of your apartment when you got home and ride him until he begged for you to have mercy.

Spencer Walter Reid, I am going to kill you.

From across the bullpen, you cut your eyes at him. He on the other hand just sat there with a smile, occasionally looking at his paperwork, but more often than not staring at you in such a way that had you melting into the chair. “I still can’t believe he won,” Morgan said, shaking his head as he passed your desk. “What’s the punishment? Because I can tell you’re losing it right now.”

As Spencer glanced between the two of you, you explained to Morgan that Spencer was teasing you with dirty text messages and you couldn’t handle things at work. “Or at home, because he’s torturing me…for a week. Morgan, I am in my prime and I can’t jump him.”

“Who knew pretty boy had such moves?” he laughed, giving your husband a thumbs up as he patted you on the shoulders and returned to his own desk. 

What was that? You’re going to kill me? Not if I mark up your beautiful ass with my handprints first.

Oh, fuck. You and Spencer had never tried spanking before, but that was going to need to happen.

I think we may need to try that soon because I’m sitting over here wondering how the different colors would play off your ass. And knowing I put them there? Amazing.

The idea of being bent over Spencer’s knee as he spanked you? Holy fuck. The dominant side of him was so sexy when it did come out. His demeanor would change, standing up tall and never taking his eyes off you.

Spencer, I’m actually going to come at my desk. Stop it, right now.

You were fucking sweating, knuckles turning white as you gripped onto the desk with all of your might. Even clenching your legs together in an attempt to stave off the inevitable wasn’t working. Spencer got up from his desk and walked over toward you. “I think I could even break the no quickies at work thing just to get a taste of you,” he whispered into your ear.

“You are so dead, husband of mine. Please take mercy on me when we get home. I’m begging you. Take me anyway you please, just give me some kind of a release.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up as he smirked, absentmindedly stirring his coffee as he undoubtedly contemplated how he could have you. Literally, you would have allowed him to tie you up to the bed and fuck you senseless with a ballgag in your mouth. Had never done that before, but you were so ridiculously fucking horny you were ready for anything. “I might just have to break my own rules for that.”

Later that day, the team left for the day and you and Spencer headed home. There honestly wasn’t a time you could recall ever begging to suck his cock, but you did beg, and on the way home that’s a thing that happened. By the time you got home, he was more than willing to throw his rules to the side. “Do we have rope?” he asked, remembering that time about a year back that you’d gone to a sex shop to pick out some things. “I feel like we got some.”

“We did. It’s in a box in the back of my side of the closet,” you said, your legs shaking with the possibilities. In all your years, you had never been this horny. The kind of horny where it almost hurt. 

Spencer leaned and kissed you. “You stay here. I’m going to go grab the rope and then I’m absolutely going to fuck your brains out.”

You started doing a little happy dance in your head and then realized that the only one who would see was Spencer so you started dancing for him. “Spence, can we talk like this more often because I am absolutely loving this.”

“Me too,” he said, his mouth halfway between a smile and a grimace. “Is that a bad thing?”

You shook your head. “We both seem to be enjoying it, so no. Go get the rope. Your wife is about ready to combust.”

His hurried pace slowed for a second. “Just because I’m going to take mercy on you doesn’t mean you’re allowed to come.” You whined. Why not?

A few minutes later, he found the rope and called you inside. “Strip and lie face down,” he said, his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back. You were never one for a man-bun, but on your husband…it fit…and it was really hot. There was a little piece of hair that wasn’t contained by the hair tie and it fell in his face. You continued to whimper and swallow the overwhelming amounts of saliva as you disrobed and laid face down. “Now reach back and grab your ankles.” Once you’d done as he’d instructed, he tied your hands to your ankles, leaving you without any control. He could literally have you any way he wanted - you were cool with that.

Bending down, he kissed the small of your back, trailing upwards along your spine, the lone piece of hair tickling your skin as he traveled upward. “Tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t want me to do, okay?” he whispered, his voice wavering just a bit. The last thing he wanted was to be doing something purely for his own pleasure and disregarding how you were feeling. “A word?”

“Blue,” you replied. “I’m good, Spence, just…”

“Got it,” he giggled. 

Leaning your head into the mattress, you focused in on the way your hardened nipples felt against the softness of the comforter. Spencer grabbed you behind the knees and brought you to the edge of the bed, your pussy already dripping for him. “I love that I’ve got you this worked up already. As a kid, I never thought  I’d have that kind of power.”

You laughed, getting cut off by a gasp as he sank to his knees behind you and dipped his head between your legs. His large hands grasped your ass as his tongue delved into you. After nearly bringing you to the brink, he pulled away and placed kisses on each of your ass cheeks. “Mine and mine,” he said, laughing as you whimpered again. “You get to ask for my permission to come. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” you mumbled. You’d never called him sir before, but you could get used to it. Judging by the wetness of your center, calling him that alone had made you wetter. A strangled groan rattled out of you as he slipped himself inside you. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” At this angle, he felt twice as big as he normally did - and he was perfect to begin with. “Spence…will you pull my hair too? Please?”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could hear a low moan behind you as he grabbed your hair and began to move in and out of you, slowly at first to get you accustomed to this angle. Nearly every thrust brought new goosebumps to your skin. Within a minute or two, you were ready to come, but when you asked, Spencer said no, so you groaned and buried your head into the comforter, biting down on the fabric in an attempt to stave off your impending orgasm. The slight bit of pain brought on by biting the comforter knocked you out of your desperate need to come for a few seconds. It was all very overwhelming, but in the best way. “Oh fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you with each thrust. “You’re so wet.”

“For you,” you managed to choke out. “Please can I come next time?”

He bent down and kissed between your shoulder blades, tugging your hair to the side. “Yes, you may. Good girl for asking.”

Oh, he called you good girl. That needed to happen more often. “Please don’t hold back. Just fuck me,” you begged. With that, he pulled you back so your ass was off the mattress. As he pumped in and out of you, his right hand reached around to massage your clit. You jolted at the assault on your sense and again came near to the edge in seconds. “Oh my god, I’m gonna come baby. I’m gonna come.”

“Good girl,” he muttered, tugging your hair as he buried himself inside you one final time and came as well, collapsing on top of you momentarily, before undoing your ties. “That was amazing,” he smiled, gliding his fingers up your center and then tasting the arousal off them. “I want to do that more often.”

“Work me up like that again at work tomorrow and you can absolutely have me again,” you giggled. This little bet between you had brought on a whole new dynamic in your relationship, one that was absolutely worth exploring a bit more.

Luster [Part 14]

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Taako picks up the pen and then puts it down. He reaches for it- snatches his hand back. He touches the book and jumps like it’s on fire.

No, no, no, he can’t do this. He’s shaking. He’s exhausted already and all he’s done is get dressed. He’s running out of time and he can’t do this if he doesn’t do what needs to be done right now.

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8. A First Kiss (from this list)

(not compliant with dark cupid)

i’ve always sort of thought of mari as being the one with experience when they get older, but the opposite is also an interesting concept, tbqh :3c

“H-hey, Chat?”


“You’ve… you’ve kissed people before, right?”

It was such an odd question that Chat stopped and stared. “I mean… I guess so? Why?”

Ladybug puffed her cheeks at him, embarrassed, and tightened her grip on the string of her yo-yo where it was secured to the next rooftop. “Just curious.”

“Oh… ‘kay?”

He extended his staff and primed his next jump, but apparently Ladybug wasn’t quite done yet.

“Can…” Chat glanced over and was surprised to find her fidgeting. “Can I ask when your first kiss was?”

He shrugged, watching her wind and unwind the string around her fingers in not-quite-concern. “Sixteen?”

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erughostcat  asked:

Another thing about the Moira thing that pisses me off? We literally only know about her self righteous pursuits of unethical science at any cost. Just because she can. Meanwhile, Mercy has had tragic things happen to her in her past which is why shes just trying to do good to help people in need. ....But Mercy is called the "boring, static character".

^ Basically

Mornings Ever After Chapter 1 (sequel to Stay The Night)

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“Just for a week, sir,” Kraglin says. “Ain’t that long, not really.”

“Good riddance,” Yondu replies. Where does Kraglin get off, acting like his captain needs reassurance? “Hey, when’s the last time I went so long without seein’ yer ugly mug?”

“Can’t remember.” He sounds disturbingly honest about it, too. Yondu, who relies on Kraglin to keep track of everything he can’t be bothered to (or doesn’t have space for in his head, or, as happens with growing frequency, he can’t quite remember), finds this disconcerting.

“Seriously? We’re really that… y'know.”

“Attached at the hip?” Quill offers. He’s prepping his blasters on the scuffed and pockmarked table, which they’ve dragged into the middle of the storage hold that has been designated as the shuttle’s mess. He’s taking Mantis for her first ever excursion as an official Guardian, and has invited Kraglin along for the ride. They’re hoping that between Kraglin’s street-smarts and Quill’s ability to shoot most things he aims at, they’ll be able to keep their naïve lil’ bug on the outside of a casket.

Yondu would laugh at the idea that Quill needs back-up, because how much trouble does the brat seriously expect to encounter on a stake out? But he knows the boy well enough by now to never underestimate his ability to cause mayhem, firefights, and the occasional explosion of a moon, seemingly by dint of his mere presence.

“Disgustingly domestic,” continues Quill, ever-eager to eke amusement at Yondu’s expense, “in a weird and piratey sorta way?”

“Like an old married couple,” chortles Rocket. He’s picking dead bark of Groot’s back opposite. It’s kinda gross, but fuzzball insists that the kiddo needs regular grooming to grow, like a snake shedding its skin, and Yondu ain’t really one to lecture on hygiene. “Hey Blue, why ain’t you two tied the knot?”

They do that every other night, given the fun surprise lurking behind Kraglin’s zipped-up fly. But Kraglin answers before Yondu can snigger: “Centaurians don’t have marriage rites.”

He makes that statement with far too much confidence. Like he’s (stars forbid) done research.

Yondu squints at him side-on. He’s fully recovered, or thereabouts. Their ship is abustle with new life, and flush with new money too – courtesy of Stakar lifting the shun-order on his name. Yondu’s due another meeting at the captain’s table come the start of the next astral month. He’s already beginning to regret mooning after what he’d lost after Stakar cast him out. If hindsight is twenty-twenty it’s also very rose-tinted, and he’d somehow managed to forget just how much paperwork and calm debates and civil discussions with our trade partners, dammit Yondu, I said civil; how does that translate to ‘threatening to stick their goolie sacks together with your arrow’ is involved.

“How’d ya know that?” he asks Kraglin. “I didn’t know that!”

“Ya mean you ain’t never looked up yer species in the Xandarian Geographic?” At Yondu’s bewildered headshake, his amused expression takes a turn for the incredulous. “Seriously? That’s like, the first rule of interspecies dating! Ya didn’t check out Hraxian junk as soon as we started, y'know -”

“Fucking,” Peter fills in. Then, when Yondu shoots him a glare - “What? Ain’t like I’m eight years old anymore. Although that certainly never stopped you when I walked in -”

“You walked in on us?”

“Yeah, first week. Kudos to Kraglin, because Yondu didn’t notice.”

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anonymous asked:

why are women so stupid and pathetic? instead of marrying young in their prime (age of consent-22 ) to a gentleman who is well off, they spend their prime jumping from one dick to another and for free and for money. if you marry and have a child with a well off man you secure yourself for probably your lifetime even if he cheats you but the few thousand bucks you make every month will get harder to make as you get older and before you know it you hit your late 20's and your still broke

I personally love playing pogo dick with any man who as deep enough pockets. It’s cute how you call sugar babies pathetic while sending rude anonymous messages on tumblr. A bit hypocritical no?

randl were also in FBE Youtubers react to Me!Me!Me! and Girl and i wish they hadnt seen those 2 videos. Like, you need some priming before you jump into that. 


trade mistakes // panic! at the disco

Halls of the Mathematician
What you need to know:

A great wizard mathematician is studying the defenses of his tower and is paying adventurers to test his trial in return for prizes.

How it begins:

All throughout the countryside banners and criers are announcing a tournament. A great wizard is opening her/his tower to adventurers: “Come test the defenses of my keep”, the banners and criers state. “I will pay per room and give a final treasure to any adventurer who makes it to the end.”

The wizard can be found in the local town inn. She/he will talk with players if they are interested, revealing only that they wish to test the towers defenses but gives nothing else, wanting the contents inside to be a secret.

– 1 –
The tower is outside of town in the middle of the woods surrounded by three perfect rings of tree lines. It is a black iron building in the shape of a dodecahedron or D20.

  • A - the front gate is an iron door guarded by two iron golems, each holding a piece of parchment.
    Note: the door is magically sealed and cannot be opened by any means.
  • Once one of the players touches the door, the golems speak. They tell the players, in order to enter, they must answer two math questions by writing their answers on the parchment.
    Note: at this point you can give the players real math questions with a timer to answer or have them roll intelligence or a math based skill.
  • Each golem will ask one question, getting both right opens the door. Getting one wrong sends out an electric shock for X D6 lightning damage. Players can answer more than once until they give a right answer, but every wrong answer is an additional shock.

– 2 –
Players enter into a chamber of red marble. In the center of the chamber stand two red marble pedestals, each with a boulder sized scrambled rubix cube. At the base of the pedestal is a plaque with the words, “Defeat my puzzle to continue.” There is an iron door in the back of the room.
Note: the door is magically sealed and cannot be opened by any means.

  • A - once the last player enters the chamber, the door to the outside seals closed.
  • Note: the door is magically sealed and cannot be opened by any means.
  • B - once the door seals, the rubix cubes hover off the pedestals and attack.
  • Every round they scramble with 1-6 sides aligning in color. For each side aligned in color, there is an effect.
  • Roll percentile to determine how many sides become aligned and then roll D6 to determine the color.
    1-35 –  1 side Red – X D6 fire
    36-60 – 2 sides Green – X D6 acid
    61-85 – 3 sides Blue – X D6 ice
    86-95 – 4 sides Yellow – X D6 lighting
    96 – 99 – 5 sides White - blind
    100 – 6 sides Orange – save or turn to stone.
    Note 1
    : give the cubes a set number of hit points and golem traits.
    Note 2: Once both rubix cubes are defeated, the iron door in the back opens to part 3.

– 3 –
Players enter into a circular chamber of blue marble. The room is divided into hundreds of tiles each, having a number from 0-9. There is a plaque by the door that reads, “Finding your way across is as easy as pie.” There is an iron door at the other end of the room.
Note: the first tile by the door entrance will start with 3, from there, there should be a path that winds around the room following the sequence of pi. The path should be at least 15-20 tiles in length.

  • A - Any player stepping or passing over the tiles with the a number of the sequence of pi is safe, any other space delivers an electric chock for X D6 damage.
    Note: do not let players looks up pi, but they are allowed to use their memories.
  • Players must roll intelligence or a math related skills to determine the next number in the sequence of pi.
  • Player rolls will increase in difficulty the further down the sequence they arrive.
  • B - the door at the end is unlocked and will open into part 4.

– 4 –
Players enter into a long hall of yellow marble. The hall is built of a hundred or more tiles, each with a random number carved onto them. There is a plaque by the door that reads, “This is a prime example of my traps.” There is an iron door at the end of the hall.

  • A - the tiles start off with random low numbers carved on them. 2, 3, 4, 7, 15, then increase in size to 100s, 1000s, even up to millions – find prime number tables on the internet, go wild with it.
    Note 1: players must only step on prime tiles. Jumping over any others, stepping on any other tile that is not prime will result in a shock, dealing X D6 damage.
    Note 2: do not let players look up primes, but they are allowed to use their memories.
  • Players must roll intelligence or math related skills to determine if a number is prime.
  • Player rolls will increase in difficulty as the number grows in length.
  • B - the door at the end is unlocked and will open into part 5.

– 5 –
Players enter into a room of purple marble. 6 purple marble pillars stand in the center of the room and upon each one is a fist sized stone shaped into a D4, D6, D8, D10, D12, D20, each complete with the corresponding numbers carved onto their sides.
On the back on the wall is a plaque that states, “Roll and accept your fate, but to the greater risk is the greater reward.” There is a metal chute built in the ceiling, no wider than 10-15 centimeters, leading into darkness.

  • A - players must roll the stone dice to receive shocks from the stone and treasure from the chute, which acts as a bag of holding.
  • Whatever number comes up on the dice is how many shocks that player receives. Each shocks deals X lightning damage.
  • D4 - gives X copper coins.
    D6 - gives X silver coins.
    D8 - gives X gold coins.
    D10 - gives X platinum coins.
    D12 - give X gems.
    D20 - gives X magic items.


Once the players reach the treasure room, the adventure is over. The wizard comes out from a hidden door to greet and congratulate the players, rewarding them for their success as promised. He asks for tips on how to improve his tower.
Maybe he will improve his tower, adding more rooms over time, asking the players to return and try again.
Maybe the wizard places puzzles and traps at inns, campsites and roads continually testing the players against her/his traps.
Maybe the wizard begins to go mad with this obsession as the traps become larger and more complex almost to a Saw-like level.
Maybe the wizard turns an entire town into a killing floor, hoping to create the most elaborate dungeon in the world.

Either way, have fun and hope to see you again.

anonymous asked:

Can I get the TFP gang in the Hunger Games universe and reacting to finding out their s/o has been chosen as tribute?

What the heckie is The Capitol gonna do against giant robots, fuck you Snow 

Optimus Prime TFP

He would immediately jump in to pull you and the other competitors out, he’s not gonna stand by while a bunch of teenagers murder each other for the upper class’s entertainment 

Ratchet TFP


Bumblebee TFP

He would round up the team to go bring down the capitol, after pulling you out though 

Bulkhead TFP

He would be horrified, and would pull you and the other competitors out asap, no one is gonna die 

Arcee TFP

She’ll take on the capitol herself, no one is messing with her s/o

Smokescreen TFP


Wheeljack TFP

Snow is dead, the recruiters are dead, the other fighters are dead, no one is touching you 

Ultra Magnus TFP

He would go pull you out, and then organize some sort of plan to fight the capitol 

The important thing to remember about this though: don’t antagonize others. The more it goes on, the more it becomes about flinging mud and insults. We’re not here for that.

In all honesty, a tag isn’t that big of a deal. We’re giving ourselves other reasons, that TFP is the last series-specific TF tag, that it’s unfair to make a large section of a larger fandom create another tag…

No, it’s about the disrespect. We’ve been told to scram from a tag we’ve used for 6 years, going on 7. As a friend said before, the Star Wars fandom didn’t kick us out, it just happened. The franchise itself is also, y’know, 7 years older than Transformers and is a much, much larger cultural, worldwide phenomenon.

What the Sherlock fandom did differently is directly shunt us out of the tag. Or at least, try to. They gave no hints of trying to limit the postings in that tag (save for one individual I can recall) and really didn’t appear to empathize with us. Whereas you know if some other fandom tried to take a Sherlock episode tag, there’d be rioting.

The core of the matter is about respect. The response to “oh there’s a lot of robots here huh?” wasn’t why, but “nah let’s trample over it, it doesn’t really matter and they’re smaller.”

I’m not asking anyone who doesn’t want to participate to participate. But this is the semantics and my response is to have fun. Not to insult, not to degrade, but explain the thoughts we - and I - may not have recognized at first and to spread some fun. Can’t laugh and be pissed off at the same time, right?

To everyone in the TFP fandom: do not send hate. Do not get nasty about this. Do not antagonize, do not provoke, do not be condescending. We are here to show our love of a series, show how it impacted us, and prove that we are relevant.