Me (the DM): "Big shadow of a dog is stalking your (party's) pet dog.. in 2 more days, the Black Shuck will possess her and take over, she will be no more"
PC: "Can I take the curse in our dog's place"
Me: OwO
party asks for wizard's spellbook, she gives them her spare one, that is a tiny robot doll with screen head
turns out it's incredibly annoying, will not sit still which causes the page projection of the book's contains to constantly move, plays music without asking, breaks into dance without warning while you try to scribe spells..
well there was a reason the wizard didnt need the spare one
Mis on Otso synnytetty
Mesikämmen käännytelty
“Birth of the Bear”
dont mind me just been for the past few years increasingly on a finnish mythos kick
Anyway support the artist Noiduin they make great stuff
so i found my old private comic diary from 2008-2009
from around the time i was 18yo. I quit school right before the finals and started working and trying to figure out what i was gonna do. I was super in the closet about being trans too
and boy
like 98% of the entrees i was either tired, angry, sad or all three at once
the other 2% was about my hobbies, mainly video games and anime/manga
I realize now how in bad and fragile state I was back then, and how living home with one parent being alcoholic really REALLY wasnt doing me any favors
there's specifically one entry from 7th of january 2009 that i vividly still remember making, because that night was when i decided im quitting school. i simply couldnt handle it anymore, that night was my breaking point.
(insert here lengthy explanation of how i wanted to quit first year but teachers talked me out of it only to want to quit second year but being talked out of it too..)
may 11th there's entry with no drawings just me writing
"Right now I'm feeling that classic LONELINESS.. but heaven forbid i try talk to anyone (at home) about it... I'm not allowed to be sad because that'll just ruin the day for everyone else!"
I'm turning 34 this year, I completed my transition 2017 which is same year I finally moved out officially. From then on both my suicidality and dysphoria left me and though I still struggle mentally and have incredibly bad days with panic attacks and all that, at least those two big evils have not returned.
The growth and insight on my own mental state and character has been a lot since then too and now understanding myself better than ever, reading these entries im mortified about what kind of life I had to live back then wondering how the hell I made it through, but at the same time it really gives some hindsight perspective...
like no wonder I struggle with debilitating anxiety order
I guess the overall reason I write this is that, sometimes being reminded of the hell you've been in puts things in perspective in the now.
I need to be kinder and gentler at myself.
And so do you no matter what you have been or are going through.
on (ig?) lighter note on some of the entries I was still drawing myself having dialogue about things with my """"""oc"""""" who was "my exact clone but a guy instead" and also had the name that's my actual legal name now.
I'm running a campaign with post-apocalyptic theme going on and party ran into this 4yo little girl in the wasteland by herself, no injuries or wounds whatsoever just hungry and dirty
they find out she has imprisonment spell on her, sort of forcing partial amnesia an locking away half of her true self
aaaand party's next solution was to dispel that imprisonment spell :)
dw they havent met with unfortunate end (yet)
Her name is Aila!