Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

*Finally starting to feel more comfortable in his body*
*Sees a cute girl*
Oh No.

Wanna get a bunch of my witchy friends in on a telegram chat for folks who wanna have a serious-ish discussion about Magic.

Welcome to Aperture Metaphysics. Witches, Shamans, Spirit callers. You're here because you've got Spooky powers, and we want in.

A Satchel of Richards.

As in, "Good sir and or madam, please consumeth a satchel of Richards"

Japanese ASMR video but at full volume on big speakers.

Yaori: Good news Everyone! If invading aliens decide to attack humanity in the next decade or so, they're gonna be in for a rude surprise.
They're gonna look at our tech level and go 'Psh, we could roll in, flash our directed energy weapons, and these retrograde evolutions will think we're Gods.'
Like, No bitch. We've been pumping Iron for our tech level, and everyone's kinda psychologically ready for an Alien Invasion.
It's like how we're Zombie Proof now.

Wake me up when gender ends.

I'm feeling a lot better all of a sudden thanks to an intervention by Yaori.

I didn't consent, and she got me while I was distracted, and I -Really- don't like the magic she does explained out like that because then I can't unsee or ignore it.

And I really don't like that it Works. Like yes, Yaori, it's a Net Gain to my overall sanity stat, but what you just did is Absurd.
And you need to check with people before you just go around in their heads like that swapping parts.
Yes, I understand that the aluminum intake manifold you just put in has the right injectors and great flow geometry and flagrantly violates the second law of thermodynamics.
The fact you swapped parts like that while I was distracted and before I could Notice is... Notable, but it doesn't mean you get to do that without permission.

Slight addendum: My bad, it's really more like Disturbed's Cover of Midlife Crisis.

Nothing quite like spending an entire weekend as your feminine Alter only to plop back into Personality Classic and fall into a deep depression.

And I can't even feel good about helping all the people she spent time with, because it wasn't really Me doing all that. And on top of that, now I'm the one who needs therapy and help, and Kerithe's Asleep.

And, like... Folks still need their therapy dragon, and when they swing by, I'm the big stinky steel and diesel dragon instead, and I... I can't help them.

And I know that I'm not useless and worthless, but I kinda feel that way right now. Probably just because I don't have any problems to solve, that I Can solve. That I've got the skillset to fix, that I'm Able to make a difference on.

I'm trying to nail it all back down, but it's shrapneling into Gender and Personality anxieties as I go, so while Keri has a really good idea of who she is, I'm left with like... I dunno, whatever's left over?

I'm feeling like Faith No More's 'Midlife Crisis' lately. Kerithe's popular, fun, and helpful for people. I'm left as a dysfunctional, anxiety ridden grumpy mess who's good at fixing stuff and yelling at people.

Hey, uh, is it possible to get PTSD from a combo of physical illness and stressful circumstances?

'Cause my guts are hurting, and like... It's not Bad yet, but I'm really in a major funk and it's all the stuff I was going thru at my last job when I felt like this, and like...

Is it just a bad association, or is it PTSD? I'm stressing myself out over nothing and it's making the physical symptoms worse.