post war oboro/kuroboro who identifies w space/alien xenogenders n as an alien + space otherkin

he feels that his gender is much more vast, extraterrestrial n overall more alien like than it was before. initially, when he was just oboro, his gender felt more sun n sky like, like it was as high as the clouds while still having the warmth of the sun

but now it just… doesnt, like it went past the sun n the clouds n into space. theres also a distinct feeling of no longer feeling like hes human too, he identifies much more closely w the aliens he sees in his favorite pieces of sci fi media, w how he was seen, n still sometimes seen, as something alien

he also finds comfort in identifying as space, in part due to the fact that he felt like that kurogiri, but just cause saying that hes space n an alien feels much more accurate than saying hes a human man or that hes nonbinary or whatever identity he had as a teen

so he ends up identifying both with space n aliens, using both of those things as more accurate descriptors for his gender, n as space n aliens, using both as more accurate descriptors than human

if i had to give post war oboro specific genders than alienic (link), externusgender (link), astroboy (link) n astralgender (link) would all fit/mostly fit him

I’d be a great town crier because I’m loud and opinionated and love to announce current events and accidentally spread misinformation I have no way of retracting

Walter Molino

my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.

kinger x queenie yuri bc i can

The Bride