Lestat: *Artfully draped over a velveteen chaise lounge wearing nothing but a deep blue silk robe, he holds a Swarovski crystal glass full of blood in one hand and throws the other over his eyes* I’m not being dramatic.
Self-adhesive medical tape is one of my new favorite things. I wrap it around the tips of my fingers like a thimble type deal. It doesn’t stick to your skin but stays on your fingers; you can type with it on, and it’s imfuckingpossible to pick while wearing it. You can get a buttload for $12 on amazon here.
2) These fuckers
Look dumb? Heck yeah they do. I use them for mirrors, ‘cause we all know how tricky those are. They occupy both your hands, you can twist them into shapes like the 5-year-old you are, and if both your hands are playing with it, they aren’t skimming your face. You can buy three for $10 here.
3) Whatever the fuck these are
don’t even know what to call them tbh; my therapist gave them to me and I use them while at the computer. You roll them around on your fingers and the spikes sting ever so slightly so be careful if you regularly pick your fingers, but the sensation replaces the sensation you might expect from picking and keeps you aware of your hands so they don’t stray to your skin like the sneaky fuckers they are. You can get a pack of ten for $10 here.
I’ll update with more later on, but these are the main ones I’ve had real success with. The trick is to use them consistently around your typical trigger areas or situations where you pick the most often, so your brain learns to associate those things with the fidget and not with picking. As always, if anyone else has tricks or fidgets that really work for them, don’t hesitate for a nanosecond to add on. Happy healing, you gorgeous little shits you!
DM: “It’s starting to storm and the wind is picking up and you can tell it’s gonna be bad.”
Druid: “I wanna look for a cave.”
DM: “Well, you’re in the middle of the forest, so there are no caves. But you do find what looks like a manmade slab. Upon closer inspection it looks like it might be a structure, or used to be one.”
Everyone begins looking for an entrance. The paladin rolls a nat one.
DM: “You know what. You do find it you find the entrance as you’re stomping around, you hit the pressure plate but keep moving as the ceiling opens up. Make a dex save at disadvantage.”
DM: “You take fall damage.”
Paladin: “Yeah he’s just going to lay there, groaning in pain.”
Barbarian: “I’m gonna jump in.”
Sorcerer: “Me too.”
Druid: “Yeah lets go.”
DM: “You realize it’s like 20 feet, right?”
DM: “… make athletics or acrobatics saves.”
Everyone fails, except the NPC.
NPC: “Why… why didn’t we just use rope?”
Druid: “I dunno.”
Barbarian: “Didn’t think of it.”
DM: (laughing) “You’re all just laying around on the floor in pain. I can’t believe you all jumped in without thinking of rope.”
Druid: “Yeah… Who needs healing?”
As a Mercy main I believe many of you don’t spam healing. There are many (toxic/trolls) players that don’t specifically use genji to spam healing even if they don’t need it. I realized that most of you Genji mains have a reputation ruined because of memes :’) but I will heal you when I see your hp low or when you tell me to do so once. Also after healing just say “Thank you” (it’s not hard to be thankful) that’s all what healers ask for. ♡
i took a screencap of this healing moment cause i lov the wonderland gorls treating darling like a fellow wonderland gorl and playing CARDS that’s so cute but i’ve just noticed the poker chips on the floor?? holy shit lizzie maddie and darling are canonically leading an underground gambling ring at ever after high
5e, party is a halfling monk, human paladin, and a dragonborn fighter. We have been pursuing the agents of a nefarious secret society in Waterdeep, and have just encountered one unexpectedly while out shopping.
DM: You see Ludvig [the guy we’re after] handing a coin purse to a back alley vendor. He’s looking around to make sure he’s not being watched. As you see him, he sees you and bolts down the street.
Monk (OOC): Hey, [DM]? Be honest with me: is this a chase sequence? City streets, back alleys, rooftops, dodging through crowds?
DM: …Yeah, why?
Monk (OOC): Is there anything especially cool that happens in this chase?
DM: Not really.
Monk (OOC): Perfect. How far away is Ludvig from me?
DM: One hundred feet.
Monk (OOC):Perfect. I’m going to save us all a half hour of dice rolling then.
Monk: I move 35 feet, use a ki point to dash another 70, and use my attack to crane kick Ludvig in the back of the knees with my full momentum. (rolls to hit, succeeds)
DM: *rolls* …Jeeeesus Christ.
DM: …I assume all of you have skinned a knee before?
DM: The rest of the party sees nothing but a blur before Ludvig’s legs are taken out from under him as he’s running full speed. He skins his knees, his hands and arms, and his face on the cobblestone as he skids fifteen feet face-down across the pavement. He is unconscious and bleeding out.
Fighter: I guess I’m gonna go interrogate that back alley dealer.