I found a local DND campaign place that offers beginner campaigns that, if I am understanding correctly, does NOT require you to bring friends or family you just book for slot for yourself and join other beginners and now I'm in the process of creating a harengon character and I have so many ideas and I want to jam all of them into her ongomgomg
Her head was pounding, her body slightly aching as she shifts her position. She blinks her eyes open, the only light source being her eyes and hair blighting up with the color cyan. She looked around the dark room, starting to feel worry rush up. She quickly stood, steadying herself as much as she can with the horrific headache. Only now did she beg for the mental tune to return.
Footsteps can be heard outside, and in the next second her eyes widened as she flinches away from a door swinging open. A light flickered open and the room lit with a bright light bulb in the middle hanging on the ceiling. She looks forward to see another ego, brown coat, black turtle neck and shades. And even holding something..
"Who..." Was all SiC could mutter out as she hisses at the headache again. The ego hums setting whatever he was holding down and gently held her shoulders. "Sit back down, think less. And trust me. I won't hurt you in such a vulnerable state." She nods and sits back down on the carpet ground, messaging her head while doing so.
"Lets start slow, my name is Murdock. Or at first, Murderplier. I'm ure you've heard of someone as dangerous as me since I am one of a kind." Murdock slightly grins as he fidgets with his knife from his pocket. SiC watches curiously, the headache finally starting to fade. Murdock pockets his knife back and grabs the unknown material from earlier. She glances at it, and realizes its a crumpled but full pack of gummies. "Here, you must be starving from walking around that hell of a forest. I don't have much but this is all." He slightly grins as she took the pack and began eating. Her hair and eyes lighting up from excitement of the taste and sight of the familiar gummies.
He should probably tell Dark he found a random kid. But that could wait.
Hate when the DM tells me to stop eating the dice, like you gave me shiny clicky clacky shapes, they come in many colors and they crunch like rock candy, what did you expect me to do with them?
The fact that they don't dissolve like sugar cubes is a fucking travesty.
big jock werewolf who bullies you. he teases you for being so wet while they fuck you with his fat fingers and pulls your shirt up to snap pictures of your chest. he pushes you up against lockers and sticks his tongue down your throat too.
Big jock werewolf who eats you out in the locker room, he tells you you better cum quick because he isn't stopping until you do, even if the other team members walk in. he hopes they do, so he can tease you for being such a slut and getting off while other people watch.
Big jock werewolf who is not your boyfriend and will laugh if anyone brings it up, but it anyone so much as looks at you he'll beat them to a bloody pulp.
Big jock werewolf who asks for you to send him notes one day, then as soon as he has your number all he does is send you videos of him jerking off, moaning the whole time about how badly he wants to knot you until he cums and the video ends. He texts you asking if you liked it, if the video made you horny, and where's his video, he's been so nice the least you could do is send him a video of you playing with yourself.