ArtMeSilly

So uh I decided to become a DM for a session I wanted to put together. It's great so far and we just started our second session. I however made a fatal mistake.

You see a friend of mine has a character who pretty much everyone has a hate boner for while I love him so I decided to put in a very expensive but very useful weapon I called Zeus Juice. It gives a plus 5 to attacks involving electricity and can hold an electrical current even after being thrown.

While I remembered he was a Storm Mage, I had forgotten that my boyfriend who was also in the session was a Lightning Lancer.

So um when the weapon is revealed I could either step in and have the blacksmith produce a similar weapon that way they wouldn't fight over it or...I could just sit back and watch...

I might just watch...

Okay so I'm confused about a dream I just had. I honestly thought I was just sitting in my room, thinking for some reason about how funerals happened when suddenly fucking Shane Dawson leans over my shoulder from behind me, holding a finger out and talking about how he how scratched by a tiger. Then he suddenly goes all mysterious and says "the weirdest part about all of this, is that even tho I got scratched by an adult tiger, the scratches left behind are those" then he leans clos e "of a kittens" then he kisses my cheek loudly and the kissing of my cheek startled me enough to wake me up.

I've been drawing and working on my new DnD character Aspen Wolfe. She's a ghost that, when she was alive, was a princess. But a walk in the woods turned deadly when she was mauled to death by wolves. Her appearance shows the scars across her skin, giving the notion that she was a ghost not truly over how she died. However she had died over 200 years ago and had no way of moving on after grieving over lost time for so long. Now she wanders the land, healing those that are hurt in order to spare them the pain she herself holds.