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pluraljerma · 2 years
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Did an exercise where i wrote out my ocs genders! here they are! i’d love to hear if anyone relates to any of these and feel free to add/make a post telling me your ocs genders!!!
lorna has more gender than she realizes. it glows like a sunset that’s so bright but you can’t look away. it’s heavy but not dense. it’s a pancake platter from a diner where they don’t hold back on portions sizings (they also add rainbow sprinkles). it really is the ocean: vast and wild, beautiful.
duncan has less gender than she realizes. it’s cold and hollow. it’s a cement floor covered in peeling paint. it’s a picture of a forest (no pun intended) so foggy you can hardly see the green on the trees. what is there is ridged but brittle. all of this is distant though. she’s a girl because that’s what the assumption has always been.
floribeth is a girl for simplicity. really she’s less of a girl than she has the energy or interest to explore. she actually has two genders i think. one is shards of femininity. it’s a necklace you lost. one is something else… it’s not being able to sleep, knowing you have an early morning the next day. it’s murky paint water. it’s a memory of shining a flashlight in your eyes. it’s half obscured, theres more to it that neither i nor her have discovered.
quin is a girl out of spite. her gender flares out. it explodes. it’s a half empty- no, fuck you, half *full* iced coffee from burger king sitting on a sidewalk. it’s the mommy issues <3
honeydirt’s gender is a dusty dollar store fake flower in your grandma’s backyard. it’s an overpriced iced and matcha tea. it’s plastic and glittery and sun-faded. it’s #girl. its very defined but light. like a chiseled block of marble if marble was weightless. it’s an art installation.
entrah’s is #girlboss. it’s pink and glittery. a smile coated in thick sticky pigmented lipstick.
logan’s gender is like if a wayneradiotv vod was a boy. i’m not going to elaborate but you can think on it if you wish.
keith’s is hidden to him right now. but it’s light and airy but not weightless. it’s finding your footing. it’s feeling your limbs slice through the air as you fall… or fly. its angel food cake. it’s fresh linen, or a candle with that on the label. definitely waxy.
chris’s gender is hard to pin down. it’s dense and solid but tossed around like it’s nothing. it’s a worm on a string, a sore throat, it’s running in bare feet like they won’t be sore when you rest. it’s the feeling of waving your legs or arms through water real fast. it’s a rush of adrenaline. it’s abstract, neon, and fluffy and grounded at the same time.
mortis is an old gay man. and that’s a big part of it for him. his gender is a children’s half used watercolor set. it’s the bleach isle of a dollar tree. it’s an inside joke that doesn’t get less funny the more you tell it, just takes a new form of humor. it’s a firm hug.
porter is a circle. what kind of question is “what is your gender?” i don’t know, round? it’s hollow but high up and airy, filled with a gas. it’s a balloon. a ball pit ball suspended on a stream of air that little kids use as a tee to hit with a plastic bat. or maybe it’s nothing at all.
rocket doesn’t have a gender. he’s too busy shitting his pants and being possessed by a catgirl. he has a very strong identity and sense of self but that isn’t tired to gender!
scotty is a boy like a rock. rough, gritty, sharp. it may smooth out and become a stone in time but for now it’s gonna hurt if you step on it.
yttym has multiple genders that glob together like play dough being mixed. that glob is made up of anything. it’s the stars, a bottle of glue, an analog television, a lost shoe, a rainbow. it’s this that and the other thing. there’s so much of it that it sticks to everything like juice stains an antique rug. it grows and warps and seeps and blends into everything until th*y can’t tell what’s gender vs anything else. her gender is her perception of her gender. it’s a slime someone dumped a shit ton of ingredients into.
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