Through a fun social activity I got to explore that aspect of my life in a safe environment and realised it was mismatched with my body, so I dubbed myself a woman, henceforth, because that was the label that felt most correct for my perception of reality.
Although I’ll also have to retort with a serious question of my own: why should I rationalise my perception of my own gender to you?
If I had a dollar for every person who found out something about themselves while playing DnD, I’d have a small fortune.
I love Lancer shitposts because they always come across like a murder letter written by the utterly deranged.
…which honestly fits Lancer players, from what I have seen of the game.
Assigned Cactus At Birth.
…wait shit that acronym already exists.
I discovered I was bisexual because I made a gay mad scientist.
Ayyyyyy, part of the reason I found out I’m trans is through realising I enjoyed playing female characters moreso than men, and had an easier time doing it.
Here we see the majestic players in their natural habitat…
'tis what I try. I regurgitated her full story in another reply but I do try to balance the brooding and the unhealed pain with party momminess and so far it’s working.
She might just need a hug or several herself every now and then but she’s a good boss.
My party’s already horny on main 99% of the time, don’t give them more ideas!
Nobody expects the INT and STR saving throws!
Just boring old DnD 5e, though the campaign has since gone into hiatus. The DM has had plans of restarting it with a new system, though.
Well, my lady, Inverness of Tarrow, was devised as a knight (actually a homebrewed hexblade warlock, we were playing in DnD 5e) who would fall to one of the dark forces we’re antagonising in the campaign and struggle with an allegiance to a higher being of much greater power than any mortal could imagine, while also remaining loyal to her party. This caused one of the party members (in-character) to abandon the group entirely.
…it just so happened that the edge quickly wore off after my soft ass realised I couldn’t deal with being mean in-character, plus the others being very cute. Due to being charismatic, she drifted into a leadership position in the party, and had a full redemption arc which ended in one of her arms being lopped off to sever her connection to her patron. She keeps the dark aesthetic while trying to make up for her misdeeds via just being as cosy of a person as she can. That explains the Goth and the Party Mommy.
As for the Finnish… long story short, the nation she hails from is basically fantasy Finland and she was always described as having a pretty strong accent, being far too used to monstrous beasts and other crazy shit that happens in her country, and enjoying saunas a lot.
All because I made a ripoff of Yuria of Londor that went a bit too far with stealing from Dark Souls.
You are correct! When I was making my character, I soon realised she ended up becoming Yuria with the serial numbers filed off so I just decided “well, why not rip-off Souls even more?”
Just some pals being lads, living the old days of going out, getting drunk, and eating souls with the homies. What’s wrong with that?
That could probably be a sick way to flavour some protection spell. Casting shield by shooting out an array of flares would look awesome.
I suppose if you’re feeling really mean, you can always use the dreaded STR save.
By that point, what are you even trying to do though?
They’re neat, but I do find them to be quite Spooky.
I’ll see myself out-
> “Woman” is a well defined term and has been for millions of years of combined human history and experience, across all cultures and civilisations.
Funny that you mention that, because there are several historical examples of transgender individuals throughout time, and across several civilisations.
> Not feeling like you belong to a set called “man” doesn’t mean you belong to the set called “woman”
That is true, but it’s not like I just “flipped a switch” overnight and went “Oh, if not man, then woman.” I ruminated on the subject for the better part of two months figuring out what the hell I was, experimenting with different masculine, feminine, and non-binary forms of expression until I figured out that being a woman was most comfortable for me.
Thankfully I’ve come to that conclusion, though it was difficult to accept it at first, considering the society I’m inserted in is transphobic by default, not helped by people preaching some twisted form of gender prescriptivism rooted in their own, static perceptions of masculinity and femininity. Because of that, I and several other people have to justify their right to exist unmolested in this world when we just want to express ourselves genuinely and be happy and comfortable in our own skins.
For real, mate, I’m not in the mood to argue that I am allowed to exist and be content with my own body.