Xenona

1st level spell scars for when your DM is feeling particularly vicious :) (Cantrip scars)

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Another picture taken. He hovers anxiously as a teenage girl around the age of 17 shakes the polaroid picture, her groupies huddling nearby, all clamoring to get a look.

He’s done this a million times before. He isn’t sure what he expects to go differently now. In fact, he doesn’t know why this little flicker of hope still remains, after being fixed with so many dampeners. Still, this flicker has no care for what he knows, and carries on, burning dimly.

The girls giggle and laugh, a half a dozen hands pointing to their faces to provide critique. Suddenly, one girl notices something off. In the top right corner of their photo is a translucent-looking shape in the vague form of a human body, only it’s hovering a little too far above the ground to be so. That’s him. She points at him, and her friends’ chatter ceases. “Where’d this guy come from?”

The girls chime in with many different responses, some a bit spooked and others fascinated. But the one that makes his day is the loudest and seemingly most uncommon of the responses:

“Well, I think he looks kinda cute. I hope he’d come back over and take another picture with us.”

That candle-flame-sized pinprick of hope leaps, jumping up and engulfing his chest, warming his heart and making him blush.

Never in the afterlife has he ever heard someone say that before. And before now, he hadn’t known that was what he was hoping to hear. But it wouldn’t be getting old any time soon.

Southern Gothic: Abandoned Churches, cryptic gospel signs, don’t go near the marshes, elusive and overly religious people that are probably Up To Something but everyone is too afraid to ask what

Midwestern Gothic: Something Lives In The Corn, broken down trucks, gravel roads that lead nowhere, empty gas stations placed between tiny towns with only one attendant who makes too much eye contact but never speaks

Guess who’s back from hospital and spent the few sitting hours in his day on THIS gay mess? Me. It’s me.

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Here’s my version of Hurley’s Mask from Petals to the Metal. I definitely imagined the whole arc as having kind of a Mad Max vibe, so I rolled with it for the mask.

Barbarian - *smashes a 40 on the ground and yells* SCATTER!

Bard - the entire salt and pepper diner story.

Cleric - You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.

Druid - Aaah! One feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet! And when one feels like a duck, one is happy!

Monk - I’ll just keep all my emotions right here and then one day, i’ll die.

Paladin - for those of you who aren’t catholic, I don’t mean to exclude you (even though we looove to exclude you)…

Ranger - everybody get out of my way. I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.

Sorcerer - this might as well happen. adult life is already so goddamn weird.

Rogue - Stop snitchin’, motherfucker.

Fighter - sometimes babies will point at me, and I don’t care for that shit at all.

Warlock - FUCK DA POLICE!