im a simple girl. i just wanna wake up to the soft pitter patter of rain next to my GF. we are on a couch and the tv displays netflix. we had fallen asleep watching disney films and theres a cat sleeping on our feet. I start making waffles as quietly as i can until the smell wakes my GF up. thats my ideal morning.
A cleric who is the Team Mom and only heals by kissing you on the forehead and buffs you by licking her thumb and rubbing away some schmutz on your face
someone’s like “you know that’s not actually required for your job” and she’s like “shhhhh my beautiful child, my healing my rules, I made you a potion, it’s chicken noodle mana”
Their holy sigil is a macaroni necklace you made in second grade. You didn’t know them in second grade. You’re not sure how they got that macaroni necklace. You ask them about it, and they just slip you a twenty and tell you to get whatever you want at the food court. “What is a food court?” you cry, but it doesn’t matter because they summoned a hero’s feast and everything tastes wonderful, and at some point you crawl into their lap to cry about something you thought you were adult enough to handle.
“This is you handling it,” they say. “You’re never too big to ask your mom for help.”
“You’re literally not my mother,” you sob.
“But metaphorically,” they say, and you’re like truuuuuuuuuu and sob a little more before they tuck you into a bedroll because you’ve got a big day tomorrow stopping an assassination at a royal palace
I’m gonna make my own dnd dice silicone molds and start making myself dice hard candies and gummies and shit so when I go to sessions I can pull out one dice bag w my actual dice and the other full of dice replicas that I bring to my mouth and CRUNCH in front of my party members
