What a masterclass of D&D combat from the players and the DM.

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What a masterclass of D&D combat from the players and the DM.
get ready Europe 🇪🇺😍
highkey wanna get into pokémon after all this time but i have zero clue where to start…..
closest i ever got to pokémon growing up was brick bronze on roblox HEHSHFH rip
Hold on I’m trying to manifest something—
@hellofromthehallowoods
Hey dude!
Your monster energy is: Ultra Red!
Can't think of anything better for a bloodbender.
Share nice with Florian, now ;)
Issac’s gaze flicks down to the red Monster Energy drink situated on his workbench. He reads the sticky note attached to the surface of the card:
‘Hey dude! Your monster energy is: Ultra Red!’
Removing the sticky note, Issac slide a finger beneath the pull tab of the can, the can popped with a sharp hiss. Issac took a few sips of the monster energy drink. Not terrible.
While holding the can in one hand, he continues to read the rest of the note in the other hand.
‘Share nice with Florian, now. ;) - Graves’
Issac’s eyes briefly widen, before the fruity tangy cranberry flavour of the monster energy drink shoots up his nose. Issac swears inwardly, before resting the palm of his hands on the sticky workstation surface. “I’m better than this-” Issac winced, then sputtered out bits of the energy drink. Get a grip, on yourself they’re not even here.
Issac braced himself against the workbench.
I am better than this, I am not this easily influenced.
It’s just a kind gesture from Dr. Graves.
Issac breathes in sharply, while his legs threaten to soften beneath him. Head hung low, Issac’s bangs hangs over his face, while the wildfire crawls up his neck.
Why are you like this? They’re not even present on site, h-she’s just a distraction, they’re making you wea-Issac feels a light tap on his back.
“Excuse me sir, are you okay?” A researcher politely asked.
Shoving the blush down, Issac’s straightens, before he replied sharply with “I’m fine.”
daydreaming about taking a cute boy to a hockey game and half-way through whispering to him, “i need you to plow me harder than these players are plowing each other into the boards” just to see his reaction, knowing full well we won’t leave until the game is over 😇
having the plague gave me all the time in the world to write and instead i just. sleep and scroll through the same posts over and over again