First pride and string bikini top under the trees cause it was so hot out. And cause my back is screwed.. it was fun.
6/8/25 woon pride.
Also first time being not super uncomfortable in my own skin to the point of hiding. 1.5 years hrt.
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First pride and string bikini top under the trees cause it was so hot out. And cause my back is screwed.. it was fun.
6/8/25 woon pride.
Also first time being not super uncomfortable in my own skin to the point of hiding. 1.5 years hrt.
Lately I've been theorizing. That perhaps I pass better when I dress LESS feminine. Hear me out
A stranger sees me walking confidently into the grocery store. I'm wearing pants and a tank top. My arms are exposed. I have giant boobs and long hair, so I'm obviously a woman. But am I cis or trans? Would a trans woman dress like this? No, surely not. Hence, this must be a cis woman. Only a cis woman would be so confident in her gender to care so little about her presentation. It all makes sense
The thigh highs, skirts and heels are a beginner's trap, my friends. Sure they have high impact, but they are not sustainable. You will often seem overdressed and tryhardy. It's a glass cannon build. The true meta is to seem COMFORTABLE. I get infinitely more cleavage out of the humble sports bra than I do out of a fancy lace piece of shit that's tight in all the wrong places.
EXCUSE ME. this is NOT a mere boymoder strat. the boymoder strat would imply that I am trying to diminish my feminized body to pass for a lowly male. That is NOT what is happening here. My femaleness is not so vulnerable as to be obscured by casual dress. This strat employs the Big Boob and Long Hair specs to pass as *female* DESPITE a boyish sense of style. This is, in fact, a TOMBOY GAMBIT.
Approved, the tomboy gambit and associated strats like butchmoding are extremely powerful
So um. Hi.
Its been years.. so I'm trans. Very trans. And very lost. So much has happened.. well this is good
Yeah
I love this ❤️
That's how I was saved from the void 30 days ago
Night on the Shores of Lake Ilmen, Ivan Bilibin
Life is good
Hi loves. I've been here but so busy.
So update.
I'm alive and happy to be.
I'm divorcing my 18 year wife because it's been such a abusive relationship. Tw. ||it's been bad, like emotional, financial, physical, sexual, and mental. || it's been a hard road to stay but I really did the best I could. I almost pulled a Kurt Cobain before I was rescued by a Demon whom took me in for trade, and not my soul, bit for me to do the unthinkable... for me to live.
I am loved. I am alive and fed and safe. For that I can never repay You Demon Sister Sara.
Yeah, she likes our shoelaces big sister who got my ass here in the first place saved me from the brimstone road path of wandering darkness and dire fires in hell. By showing my ptsd traumatized ass who I really am. I AM LUCY. I WAD BOB. BOB WAS AMAZING BUT LUCY IS TOO AND IS ALLOWED TO LIVE AND BE LOVED. TO BE SUPPORTED AND SAFE. THANK YOU SIS...
Also found out so many things from how to wear fishnets or what to wear on a Date to how to learn to start loving my self and lucy as that's me. I'm that Good GIRL.
Also having her battle jacket is like she is always with me and I know how big of a gift it is. I will kill to keep it pure.
Love you all.
My dnd back story ranting.
back story of the necromancer who's scared of the dark.
parents
moon touched sword dagger
enduring spell book
Travis and Ashley Known (part of back story)
"My parents died a horrible death at the hands of a dark mysterious bbeg or group of adventurers". [i don't know if they are dead or not due to the last night I had at the manor] It was late at night in the manor where my parents were working late to raise the dead for experiments and to possibly be a workforce to help the living.
The towns folk have long hated my family as we were seen to be evil, because we were of wealth and means. (not king and queen rich but very well off) We would hire a large number of the village and due to misunderstandings and a series of unfortunate events, were viewed as evil overlords who usedv v h hv h. people to extract wealth and hurt the people.
The reality of this was, we gave many a chance at work in our crypt mines. We also had a farm, and the farmers were mad at the miners for the difference in wages they perceived to be there. The reality was all were paid just decently and equally well as we believe labor should be rewarded by the wealth it creates. The ego of man said it was never enough! Due to so many being paid well, it led to economic strife where people were trying to take advantage of anyone working on the Known Farm and Mines (KFM) .
The other wealthy family's in the area helped to fuel the hate to keep there own workers happy in a lie, under fed and underpaid. This caused alot of rumors, contention and issues within our society.
The other family's used this influence to spin tales of evil deeds done in the dark and used a party of low adventures in disguise to infiltrate our Manor, and plant evidence of wrong doings, and evil deeds done by others. Some things were ridiculous but were ignored such as us being from another time and planet, written off as the rest of the evidence was so damming. We were Framed. We were innocent. Many were murdered and made to look like we did it as the rival family gained power and influence.
The chaos and fighting led to a few deaths and I was held as an example of someone who needed to be punished. The judge (memver of wealthy family who opposed mine) lawmaker, decided to have me locked up in the dark for years (maybe 10-15 to give context as to why I was away) (also maybe in a remote area to make it hard for me to escape. isolation, and to make people thibk I was dead) and this is why I'm afraid of the dark. In that time the family's assets were taken in the name of evil deeds that never happened and they are either dead or lost to me due to my whereabouts being hidden for long enough to be forgotten about.
One day as I sat in darkness, to scared to even open my eyes, trying to use any magic I had, I saw a light. I was lucky that there was a food source left with me and fresh water. A guard who took pitty on my in my dark tomb, gave me this means. The guard Captain Rose DeLangmark, also snuck me in books. I was bearly a teen when I was sent here, and the knowledge in these books gave me the knowledge to begin experimenting, create light and food, learn secrets of mages and pick up on my magical education. She. Capt 🌹 Rose had at one time worked for my family at KFM and had known I was not a bad or evil person. But she had a job to do. However no one said she couldn't talk to me, or give me books. as the years went on, the kindness and pitty gave me a good start with magic. She was gifted her self and saw threw there lies, but for some reason kept me locked up.
One day there was an attack. Strange, since my tomb was literally in a graveyard and few people knew of it. Rose was badly injured 😢 and taken away. but during the fight had slipped me some paper wound on to a metal rod of some sort, and had strange words on it. I Tried for hours to open the door, screaming and yelling till it felt like I ripped my vocal cords out of my neck. I slammed on the door past my hands going numb and bleeding. It wasn't until I could no longer speak, or even claw at the door did it set in, I'm alone. There was no one coming back. I am to spend the rest of my now short life in this stone and iron cell. My hope had broke. My eyes could no longer afford to cry. Despair took me. There was no one.
The next morning broke.The rays if sunlight blazed like fire 🔥 careening down from high. I had a sizeable amount of light for the first time since I was in front of the lawmaster before my had was placed in a sack. I slowly rose up to wash up and eat. Then I remembered the Paper and the Rod. It had her blood on it, I hope she was OK. There was a note that read " This will set you free, (insert word here). Insert the rod in to the hole on the door, and speak that word three times. Make your way south to a tree with blue leaves on it. at the base there will be a backpack that has some gear, coin, a map, some food and some books. They were never going to let you free, and were about to put you to death to finish covering up there tracks. May the Wildmother look after you. I will not be returning. 🌹
I was free, if I could only talk. It hurts. The p, ho urs of screaming yesterday, of pain, I could of been free? 😥 😔 why am I so stupid. why was I locked here.
I quickly pack up everything I had. Where am I? What year is it? Why did Capt Rose help me? Whats going on? Were the Floufiskies(random enemy family name to be changed as per your context and lore) really Going to KILL me? Why keep me alive so long then?
I read the arcane locks word. the rod is in place and I see a web 🕸 of magic disolve from the doorway. I tried to open it so many times. It was magically sealed. The Bastards.
have the part hire a low level or different adventuring party, have new characters made for the team that the players play.
necromantic wizard scared of the dark.
cantrips
good berry
tiny hut
identify
detect magic
speak with dead
comprehend language
counter spell
fireball
shield
arcane focus?
dancing lights
control flames
encode thoughts
friends
infestation
light
mage hand
mending
message
minor/major image
toll the dead
spells
magic items
Skully the friendly hand.
bag of holding
if youre transgender you have to live. i love you.
the average death per a person is higher than 1
Fun fact. I've been brought back 2 times. Neither was my fault.
Arora Borealis over Norway Filmed in time lapse by Morten Rustad in SEASONS of NORWAY
I have dreams of seeing the ionosphere glow from the energy it's its using to protect us..
Basically, we and every atom in us came from the heart of stars right, and that the earth is showing us love because it's protecting us from our younger selves.. and that's like too wholesome.. <3
My day in 2 pics. I went to work and since the site was not plowed out, <not gonna lie, we have that one in common, let's go for 2024> and I have a 4x4 from my company that honestly is more then I may ever need, I went to check out the arrays and make sure it was all running. Yep, everything is fine as long as this stays up. And that's the scary bit, it's getting to the formerly end of life assumption we had, 7 to 10, and what's going to happen first... it's also kinda neat to see how well it's stood it's time, and it is a happy place. Why? Because there us no human around me for miles. I mean, there is, but my nearest coworker in the quick side is a 100 at least from me..
Oh and the meme, it took me 8 months to build my self back to human in 2023 from losing my self quite fully due to a dream job loss. I'm talking I stopped my full time career that I hit 20 years of in June to chase that... and I got that job, and got let go with in 3 weeks because a shifty coworker when I was a contractor, my open love to the machines that make the under the liquid machines that keep America safe, that I absolutely adored the machines, but the people were trash. Ship yards suck. Anyway, I went from that break down to working for the parent operation of that place, who gave me a 23 truck, laptop phone, credit card and the site to maintain, where I have the freedom to not only be me, but even make like being late not possible, cause I'm the supervior of my site and 8 for 8 pay, like sweet. I didn't even tell you about the holidays and the work from home days... yeah, I get to just sit at home a couple of days a month to submit reports, paperwork, and all that happy stuff. I need to set up a real office. Anyway, incredible luck. And I do deserve a nice thing. Duck me.
I love my job. Maintance of a large solar field. I go clock in, clock out and on call 24 7, but I don't have to deal with much other then nature. And my own thoughts. Slowly drowning me out.
Best newyears ever. Got a kiss from a cutie, got drinks bought for me and even had ny system after scurvey dog. Life is good