#for a good reason tho

[spencerthedeerhumanhybrid]

Chapter 14 of A Contract I Regret Signing

Written by SpencerTheDeerHumanHybrid

The Trial

Bumblebee felt like it was right to say that being on a ship with Sentinel Prime and a bunch of runaway Decepticons was the worst. Despite the whole fighting thing that went on Earth, most of the Decepticons surrendered and agreed to a peace treaty when Megatron realized he was getting his aft kicked by a space bridge repair team so the trial could be easygoing but Bumblebee wasn’t sure that anyone wanted to hear about what happened, especially the High Council.

Bumblebee came out of these thoughts when Blurr got closer to him and gingerly put their arm around him.

”It’s-gonna-to-okay-Honeybee-I-promise,” He said. Bumblebee smiled up and Blurr and gave a small peck to his cheek which caused them to blushed slightly.

”Alright, we are at the pede of Cybertron!” Sentinel yelled. Everyone stopped what they were doing and got the rouge Decepticons from the cells. Optimus motioned for Bumblebee to get closer to him and when he did, he leaned down and said,

”Don’t worry Bee, you will get justice.” Bumblebee smiled at the Prime (who felt more like his dad than his own father in his opinion) and replied,

”Thanks bossbot.”

They had arrived at Cybertron..

~…~

Beachcomber laid on the couch of his courtmate when he saw that a ship had just recently arrived at Cybertron and he saw someone familiar from all the bots there.

”Yo, Tracks! Look at this!” He yelled. Tracks came over to his courtmate and looked at the TV. He was confused before he saw the familiar shade of yellow he had seen all those vorns ago.

”Is…Is that Bee?!” Tracks yelled.

”Yeah! Wanna go over there?” Beachcomber asked.

“Duh!!” Tracks said in response. They hurried over to where the crew and Bumblebee had landed, happy to see that their friend was still alive after all this time!

”Wait!” Beachcomber yelled. ”We should tell Hot Rod!” He added. Tracks nodded and they went over to where Hot Rod was training.

Hot Rod was practicing his arrow shooting when Beachcomber and Tracks bursted in.

”Beach! Tracks! What happened- Bee’s here!!” Hot Rod looked at Beachcomber with surprise and happiness when he realized his brother was still online.

”We gotta go!” Hot Rod yelled. Him, Tracks, and Beachcomber transformed into their alt-modes and went towards where Bumblebee and the others were going.

~…~

If someone would’ve told Bumblebee that in the future he would have been seen by the High Council, he would’ve laughed in their face-plates, now however? He didn’t know how to react if he was being honest. Everyone present there (even the normal citizens) stood or sat there in awkward silence for a few cycles before Alpha Trion spoke up.

”What have you come here for?” He asked. Optimus could see that Bumblebee was nervous so he spoke up,

”We have come here because something bad has happened to my scout and we have found some rogue Decepticons on the planet we were on.” He gestured towards Bumblebee and the Decepticons they found, most of the attention was on Shockwave however since it prompted Ultra Magnus to call Megatron and the others.

Megatron, Starscream, Blackarachnia, Blitzwing, and Lugnut all came from a separate room and stared down at the opposing bots with Megatron giving a small wave to Optimus. Megatron stared at Shockwave for a breem before exclaiming,

”What did you do?” Shockwave only looked down at the floor below him.

“Please, step up Bumblebee and tell your case,” Ultra Magnus said. Bumblebee nervously stepped up to the podium and looked at the crowd below.

’Why? Why? Why? Why did they have to make this into such a big deal?!’ The voice in his processor yelled. He noticed that his team, Nova, brothers, and Blurr were trying to encourage him into telling the others about what happened. So with a deep breath, he began to tell them all about what happened to him and what Shockwave made him do. Everyone who didn’t already know what happened and even the former Decepticons gasped with shock at the story he told but everyone (except Nova who looked down with shame) stared at him with silence as he told them what happened to him on that one Solar cycle…

~…~

Bumblebee groaned as he sat up in his berth. He felt a lot more sick than he did yesterday for some reason. Brushing it off, he leapt out of the berth and walked to the kitchen to make his morning oil. He felt much more slower than he usually did and he felt more sick, while he did get sick every once in a while this felt… different.

‘Eh, probably just my processor playing tricks on me again,’ He thought as he went about his day like usual. It wasn’t until he went to do this job late at night when he felt really off, sure his usual dancing was a little bit more slower but it was still elegant as always but his tanks were hurting for whatever reason.

He got onto the berth of Shockwave and it went as it usually did but it still hurt like the Pitts! Shockwave stopped his movements, pulled out of him, retracted his plating and asked,

’What happened?’ Although this was said without a hint of concern, only annoyance.

’I…I don’t know. I just feel weird in my tanks,’ Bumblebee said. Shockwave let go of Bumblebee and stood up next to the berth. After a few kilks of Shockwave thinking he said,

’Go check what's happening to you in your dressing room.” Bumblebee nodded and got out of the office to go to his dressing room a few feet away.

He looked in the mirror as he entered the room and stood in front of it. He could see that he seemed to put on just a tiny bit of weight and his chest seemed to pop out by a bit. He suddenly felt a large deal of pain shot across his spark and he looked at it confused.

He opened his spark chamber and gasped at what he saw. In the mirror he saw his spark where it should and saw a tiny little spark next to it.

’This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!’ He yelled. Bumblebee was panicking a lot, he couldn’t let his team find out that he got sparked by a Decepticon especially Ratchet since he would be livid. After a lot of thought, Bumblebee hesitantly closed his spark chamber and went back to Shockwave’s office.

‘Shockwave?’ Bumblebee asked when he entered Shockwave’s office. Shockwave looked at him acceptly, waiting for him to show him what was wrong. With an ex-vent, Bumblebee stood up straight and opened his spark chamber.

Shockwave froze at what he was looking at. Bumblebee onlined his optics (he didn’t even know that he offlined them) and looked up at Shockwave.

’Shockwave?- Get rid of it.’ Bumblebee gasped at what Shockwave said.

’I-I can’t get rid of the sparkling!’ Bumblebee yelled.

’I don’t care, you need to get rid of it. NOW!’ Shockwave shouted. Bumblebee glared at Shockwave, he could abuse and hurt him but he’ll never let him get rid of the sparkling that was growing inside of him.

’No. I don’t care what you think, I am not getting rid of MY child!’ Shockwave suddenly pinned Bumblebee on the wall and looked directly at him with rage in his single optic.

’I will hunt down your fucking family, team, and friends and tell them how much of a slut you are to accept a deal with a Decepticon and get sparked by them. Do you understand me?’ Shockwave threatened. Bumblebee looked at Shockwave with disbelief, he couldn’t let his family, his team, and his friends get hurt because of him! With obvious signs of hesitation, Bumblebee nodded and Shockwave let him go, dropping him onto the floor.

’Good. I don’t care how you do it, just get rid of it any way you can. And if you don't, well.’ Shockwave made a cutting motion with one of his servos across his neck. Bumblebee nodded once more before leaving the office and the building. He transformed into his alt-form (albeit very difficult) and drove towards the river. He stopped in front of the waters and transformed back into root-mode while holding a servo to his chassis. Hesitantly, he opened his spark chamber and hovered his servo over the tiny spark, he looked at it with pity.

’I’m so sorry,’ He said softly to the spark. He reached down to grab the spark firmly.. and pulled hard. Bumblebee shoved his knuckle into his mouth to prevent him from attracting attention as he pulled and pulled. Finally, the spark was completely ripped from his spark and he paused to look at the flickering spark.

’I-I’m s-so s-sorry.’ He offlined his optics and threw the spark into the river, it drifted away underneath the waves. Bumblebee fell on his knee joints and started to cry as he began to comprehend what he just did.

Nova gingerly walked to the river as she saw her Amica Endura crying.

’Bee, what's wrong?’ She asked. Bumblebee snapped his head towards her and tried to scramble away from her.

’No! Get away from me! I’m a monster!’ Bumblebee shouted at her. Nova held Bumblebee by his shoulders and angrily said,

’What did he do this time-‘ She stopped when she saw his spark chamber opened and the pink energon covering the ground underneath him.

’W…What did- He made me get rid of it.’ Bumblebee cut her off. Nova looked at him. She didn’t understand, what did Shockwave make him get rid of? Nova froze as she realized that the energon was coming from his spark chamber and that he said that he was feeling weird the Solar cycle before.

’Bee… Oh my Primus, I’m so sorry,’ Nova said while holding him close to her tanks. Bumblebee sobbed into her Midsection plating, wanting to forget about what happened. Nova was going to kill that son-of-a-glitch no matter what but she let Bumblebee cry and cry into her Midsection and that’s all she could do for now.

~…~

”And that’s it,” Bumblebee said, tears coming down his optics as he relived the memory. Everyone there stood in silence as the story was still processing in their processors (even the former Decepticons were shocked). Ultra Magnus suddenly cleared his throat and said,

”Shockwave for your crimes against this mech, you will be sentenced to a lifecycle in the Stockades.” Upon hearing about the Stockades, Bumblebee said,

”Wait! Is Wasp still in the stockades?”

“I do believe so, why?” Ultra Magnus asked.

“He wasn’t the real spy, so we need to get him out of there!” Bumblebee yelled. Ultra Magnus paused for a moment before saying,

”I will get him out of there with a fair trial this time.” Bumblebee gave a sigh of relief before remembering something else.

”What do we do about this?” Bumblebee asked, holding up the cracked data-pad in his servo. Ultra Magnus took the contract from Bumblebee.

”I will have someone look at it but until then you can be at peace, little one,” He said.

”Thank you, sir,” Bumblebee replied. When Ultra Magnus announced the trial to be over, the others (Except, Sentinel) quickly went over to Bumblebee. Bumblebee smiled as he could tell everyone wanted to make him feel better after relieving such a traumatic experience and they all walked out the door to the High Council when they were suddenly assaulted with a bunch of newsbots asking Bumblebee questions.

”Were you really a cam-bot?”

”Did you really fall in love with the former Decepticon spy, Shockwave?”

“Are you proud of being a stripper or not?”

These questions quickly sensed Bumblebee into a mental breakdown as he became overwhelmed. The others tried to get the newsbots to go away and leave them alone but to no avail as they still persisted. Bumblebee offlined his optics and he could still hear the loud noises, he wanted it to just stop already! The crowd suddenly went silent and Bumblebee onlined his optics again to see.. Hot Rod.

”Back the fuck way from my brother. Now,” Hot Rod was pointing his arrows at the crowd, who were silently backing away from them. After a while Hot Rod gave a sigh of relief, put his arrows back into his subspace, and turned around.

”Hey!” Hot Rod said with a large grin.

“Rodimus Prime?- HOT ROD!!” Optimus started before getting interrupted by Bumblebee running to the Prime.

“Bee!” Hot Rod yelled as he gave Bumblebee a tight hug.

”How’s my little brother been?” Hot Rod asked.

“I’ve been doing alright!” Bumblebee responded. The others (except Nova, Cliffjumper, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe) had their jaws to the floor.

”YOUR BROTHER IS A PRIME?!” They yelled. Bumblebee, Hot Rod, Cliffjumper, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe all looked at each other before laughing.

”Let’s just go home already,” Bumblebee said after he was put down back onto the ground. Blurr ran excitingly up to Bumblebee and picked him up; bridal style. Hot Rod gave a small “Aww” at this when he realized his brother was dating someone! All of them went back into the Steelhaven and set their course onto earth for a celebration!

”Blurr, can I talk with you privately?” Hot Rod asked midway to their destination.

”Okay!” Blurr was a little hesitant because Bumblebee’s other brothers had threatened him before but Hot Rod felt like a nice mech. They went to a dark section of the ship and Hot Rod laid on his knee joints to grab Blurr by the shoulders.

”Listen, I know you love my brother a lot and I’m happy that he’s found a good mech to be with,” Hot Rod said while slowly squeezing Blurr shoulder pads by a bit. “But if you ever hurt him, I will crush your frame into a tiny square and put you somewhere that no one can find you. Get me?”

Blurr gave a small “Yes-sir” and nodded.

”Good. Bye, have a nice day!” Hot Rod yelled before letting go of them and walking back to the others. Blurr sighed as he tried to massage their shoulder pads.

”Don’t listen to them, you’re a great mech to be with,” Bumblebee said, leaning on the wall. Blurr jumped at his voice, turned around, and smiled at him. Bumblebee walked up to Blurr and kissed them with Blurr returning the kiss.

”Let’s go back before Nova makes a weird joke about us again,” Bumblebee said while holding Blurr’s servo.

”Great-idea!” Blurr said. They walked servo-in-servo back to the others, Bumblebee was finally at peace and happy.

[blockchain-official]

I’m always going to bed and shit. #inspo #motivation #bedcore #sleeppilled

[pinkflames]

"The first-" no bish 😭

[hinamie]

sidelong

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[kayanne369]

The Guide telling Nandor that he's all about the conquest and not the victory is so damn cathartic cause I've been seeing WAY too many people accusing him of acting out of character. He's not. This is how he is. He's a war lord and is only interested in shit he can't have. Once he gets it, he looses interest and moves onto something else. This is what he has done through this entire damn series. It's one of his most obvious and consistent character flaws he has. He's a warrior. He likes to fight and you can not fight if there is nothing to fight FOR.

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols

[abrillustrated]

thinking about mizu from blue eye samurai. thinking. thinking so much. thinking about how mizu operates outside of gender. like we joke about her gender being revenge but straight up? it literally is. like she grew up as a boy and is most comfortable being a man, but behind that is the feeling of betraying himself because he isn't being honest about who he is and he lives in fear of being discovered. and when he lived as a woman, she found joy there as well. she fell in love, and though she wasn't good at it, she liked being a wife and enjoying a simple life. but in that life too, she isn't being honest about who she is. and when she reveals her true self, it's not a woman, she's a demon, a weapon. she's to masculine to be a woman, and too feminine to be a man. ultimately, mizu is most comfortable when they are being a murder machine. that's when they feel they are being the most true to themself. like a sword, they are neither man nor woman, but a blend of both, which makes them stronger.

[couldhavebeenus]

crowley is braver than any us marine for being interrupted during a love confession, taking aziraphale’s devastating news about heaven, and STILL following through with it anyways

[h20milk]

tfw you fall in love with the magicless prefect that keeps running around campus 🤦‍♀️

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[daeyumi]

✨⭐️ Essence of Divinity 🌟✨💫

[Cycle of the Stars au]

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[bruciemilf]

Anyway. Frustrated reminder that if artists pour time, energy, passion, thought, and skill into their piece, it’s their right to do whatever the fuck they want with it. Fandom is a playground and you can do what you want always

[hinamie]

bunch of portraits

[britcision]

Indie ttrpg designers

We seem to be back in the “dnd sucks why don’t you just play Other Games (yours)” and I have a single question for you in return

Do I get to roll a d20?

Because I like the d20

That shape pleases me

I do not wish to roll a random amount of d6s or d8s or any of them other fuckers

I wish to roll the d20 because icosahedrons please me

I will also accept d12 but the other shapes all have less mouthfeel so if that’s what your game’s based on, it is not for me

I’d also prefer more than four stats but I’m not gonna lie it is the shape of the math rocks so like

Rec your d20 based indie ttrpgs friends cuz every single one I’ve opened is them little cube fuckers or the double pyramid and I Require Round