#strange aeons
Behold! Our adventuring party in the Strange Aeons pathfinder module. I painted this over the past few months as a Christmas Gift for my tabletop friends! The back row is Vaetus, Amrita, and Laetus. The front is Ciaran and Cirro (my character)!
I started this back in October and finished just in time. :) I’m quite proud of this one- it’s definitely the biggest piece I’ve done this year! It feels nice to wrap it up just as the year does, as well.
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Absolutely wild that this happened, but even wilder that she’s basically just an ancient Greek Jeff the Killer.
For some reason this explanatory link didn’t make it into my original post. I guess that would explain this:
Absolutely wild that this happened, but even wilder that she’s basically just an ancient Greek Jeff the Killer.
it was Kush’s first day of school
he had a good day
I, father strange, will be hosting a tumblr show and tell. Please comment or reblog with a picture + explanation of your prized possessions that you would like to share with the class today. I expect to receive so many goblin jars, cursed pieces of Garfield merch, and questionably sourced bones.
Make sure you’re very comfortable with sharing because my favourites will be selected for a video!
my beloved shrek 4-D sports sippy cup thing. I don’t know it’s where it came from or why it was made. one day after a wind storm it had rolled into my lawn like a cursed doll from a horror movie. I absolutely adore it.
This month the Strange Aeons Adventure Path comes to close with “Black Stars Beckon.” This afternoon developer Adam Daigle recaps the highlights of cosmic horrors and mind-shattering moments on the Paizo blog! http://bit.ly/2ld5c3U
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hey@strange-aeons
I showed to a friend of mine the video of the creation of your son Thursday!
we got overwhelmed by the desire to make a long boi of our own, and now we are planning to do this to this old plushie of mine that I got in elementary school for my birthday.
He was given to me by an old friend that I no longer have contact with, but I’m still attached to him and want to give him a new life.
You, my son, will be long one day.
The longification will be long and painful, but you’ll love your new life.
Hello humans I have a bonkers request for video content. I want you to write me some Tumblr fake stories. I know that your cringiest 2012 self is still in there clawing to be free and i want you to let them out. Do your absolute worst.
I plan to select 10-15 ish stories (depending on length) for a video. I haven’t decided yet if its gonna be something along the lines of “can you tell which of these are real or fake” or just “look at these hot new tumblr fake stories by my audience”
Please comment on or reblog this post with your fake story. If you post yours as a separate post just make sure that you leave me a link to it in the comments of this post or I might not be able to find it.
When I was in high school, I had a huge mental breakdown and was diagnosed with a dissociative disorder, close to DID, or how it was known in the past, Multiple Personality Disorder.
I spent months hiding my shame, the different alters fighting between eachoter, me not knowing how to handle the system dynamics, how it worked and how to manage all the voices I was hearing. Not only it is a living hell to live with, but the media always represents it as “they’re gonna kill you” .Not remotely true, but the stigma is real.
One day, I got fed up. I got tired of faking who I was, faking being only one person and hated the subtle lies I was telling to keep my disorder secret. During recess, I told Jenn (a close friend) about it. She was a little shocked; however didn’t freak out herself. However, a girl I had beef with overheard us (we’ll call her Sarah.) What does bitch decide to do? She fucking calls all the class as they were coming back for lesson. She fucking outed me in front of all of them, saying I was a freak and that an alter of mine would kill someone.I was about to scream at her, and cry; wanted to beat the shit out of her, and sink into the ground, wanted to call her out, and just disappear from existance, all at the same time.
The classmates were all staring at me like I was a monster, however Jenn took my hand and stood up for me. “so she has multiple people in het head! What’s the difference? We knew her back then, and we know her now! That doesn’t change anything about her. She wouldn’t hurt a fly, she is better than the bitch that called you here. She’s my friend, even if she’s multiple people. I’ll just get to know them, too. ”
The teacher, who had quietly entered the room, slowly started clapping. The classroom still stared at me, Sarah, Jenn and now the teacher who was still clapping despite not having anyone join in. With my cheeks burning red, i left the classroom and Jenn following me. We went into the bathroom where I hugged her close, thanking her for standing up for me. She confessed that she didn’t know anything about my disorder, but that she didn’t fear it, and would always support me.
I started crying tears of relief, joy and gratitude, mixed with the stressed and tense situation from before. That’s how I knew I had the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
interesting video about a recently (partially) recovered documentary about sapphic women vacationing on Lesbos from 2000. the fragments are available to watch on archive.org, and i think it would be great for a future stream !
I, father strange, will be hosting a tumblr show and tell. Please comment or reblog with a picture + explanation of your prized possessions that you would like to share with the class today. I expect to receive so many goblin jars, cursed pieces of Garfield merch, and questionably sourced bones.
Make sure you’re very comfortable with sharing because my favourites will be selected for a video!
Sory for a very chaotic pic, but my most beloved items is my two carebears(friendbear and make a wish bear) and my recent purches, garfield. They sit across my bed staring at me menacingly everyday. <3
Go check out my new YouTube video link is https://youtu.be/_Lem8zNZW3k
