Druid: Wait, if we hit a dude in the nuts they take force damage?
DM: Yep.
Fighter: Damn. I should have been kicking people more.
Warlock: An eldritch blast to the dick.
Korinn-*places banana on alter*
Xavier- “Where did you get the banana?”
Korinn- “From the chest in the ceiling.”
Ea- “Oh! Right the banana!”
Xavier- “So that’s what was in the chest!”
Tolk- “There was a chest?!”
band director: alright, now i know that there's literal hail and tornados right now but we're still going outside to work the 3rd piece.
fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.
freshman flute: *hugging junior flute*
me: *joins in on hugging*
another freshman flute: *joins hugging on my other side*
junior flute: you are all under my wings
junior flute: CCCAAAAAWWWWWWWW CCCAAAAWWWWWWWW
Context: our half elf fighter took a sip of a mysterious slime which they later found out to be "goblin juice" which turned them green and gave them advantage and bonuses to every roll as well as 22 additional hp but turned them green. The DM was making them roll con saves on each turn during a boss fight.
DM: make a con save
Fighter: ah right, the cocaine save
Wizard/rogue: what happens if they fail the save?
DM: *shrugs and says nothing*
Me: they get consumed by the cocaine haze