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Hi!

I, as a singular individual, have 3 names! Choose whichever you like best: Aphelion, Ailuron, or Sabbat -- Leon, Ron, or Sab for short!

Transmasc (bodily), transspecies + xenogender (presentation-fluid). He/him OR fel/felis/feliself.

I'm 30-years-old.Read more... )
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When I was a mewling kitten, a chuffing cub, a trembling child,
I was prone to randomly screeching to a halt—so to speak—
basically halting without warning in my movements, going still, staring off into nothing.Read more... )
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The Fictionkind Community's Prompt #2 - Canon: How closely is your identity aligned with canon events in your source? Completely, partially, or not at all? Do you experience multiple canons and alternative timelines concurrently? How much does the source material of your alterfictional identity influence your personality and behavior, if at all?

Very loosely. My Danny-self is very OOC compared to the canon version of him. The resemblance is there, in subtle ways, but overall they are two extremely different individuals. It is my personal opinion that OG-Danny would be genuinely creeped out by mine on some level. Maybe even get mad at him, for some reason, in an irrational teenager's way: "If you're another me, then why aren't you acting like me? And why don't we look alike?!" Or…something to that effect.Read more... )
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Since my high school years I've been developing my Primordiverse AU, an extensive canon rewrite and crossover fanfiction project. It used to be called Retoldverse. Of all the five protagonists in it: Danny Fenton, Randy Cunningham, Jack Spicer, Jake Long, and Juniper Lee, only one of them truly hooked their claws into my very self-identity, personal self-perception, and mind-heart-soul so deeply that it became irremovable from what makes me, Me—Danny. He is my favorite of the bunch, always has been. I've put so much effort and emotion into telling his story that I've essentially become him (psychological origins, forged painstakingly over time). Hell, I even have him as my main soulbond F/O in selfshipping terms, which I used to wonder was weird or offputting. Nah! Who cares! I am him and I love him, separately but also not separately! Who fuckin' cares!!! My gay identity soup doesn't have to make sense!! It just has to exist within me! Bwahahahahaha—Read more... )
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"I love this place," breathes the large maned lion to himself, softly, overlooking the illuminated nighttime beach from somewhat above; he is standing on a low balcony, but there's a set of short stairs leading down to the sand and comfortable lounge chairs. His four massive paws drift away from everyone else. They're all immersed in their own conversations, and he's always been a bit of a loner even while sociable. He burns out from interaction within a few hours unless it's an extremely high-energy sort of day, and today has had normal levels of that. So, down the steps he travels, and he approaches the waves.Read more... )
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My heavily-AU fictotype Danny Fenton realized he was a transboy (not nonbinary or anything, just a man) with he/him pronouns at age 13. In my current lifetime's body as Aphelion, or Leon for short, I am transmasc and xenogender, also with he/him pronouns. My subconscious' insistence that I should headcanon Danny as a transgender person since I was in high school or so (I am gonna be 30 in this month of June 2026, on the 22nd) finally hit me fully when I was in my mid-twenties, causing me to realize and come to terms with the fact I myself am trans, too. Not just "possibly," but more like "holy shit how did I not know this about Me sooner, what the fuck…" It was so obvious in retrospect. The textbook pipeline I went through during my childhood, adolescence and then early adulthood. The persistent habit of creating protagonist characters who are shapeshifters and-or trans…I was so unbelievably dense, for so very long.Read more... )
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My daemon Bryoria used to be the opposite of my gender and pronouns, and then that changed to that he "must" match my pronouns and gender no matter what (now, I understand he can ID as literally however he feels he should; it doesn't matter much how I do). It was part of my semi-strict "rules" I had set for our own brand of daemonism, based directly on my AU headcanons that I used to utilize inside AU fanfictions, where I'd give each OC and canon character alike their own daemon, with their own name and animal-form representing their other-half. My headcanon'd "rules" would evolve over time as I grew, learnt, and matured. As I became more lax and allowed poor Bry more agency and autonomy, gradually, as the years passed by.Read more... )
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My feline pokétypes all live in a very notably AU edition of the canon world, with aspects of the anime, games, manga, headcanons I've seen in the fandom, and even the TCG mixed together, as well as entirely new details from my noemata/memories. Each species (each stage of every evolutionary line is its own species) of pokémon (that isn’t legendary or mythical) has four or five possible different domesticated bloodlines (some of these bloodlines have various subset breeds within them) which are selectively bred for by humans.Read more... )

"Loss"

Nov. 24th, 2025 10:19 pm
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She knows the road by smell long before she feels its heat; old rain trapped in cracks, iron dust, the sour breath of rubber, something sharp like wet metallic materials. Viridian’s afternoon light lies flat on the blacktop, pooling in the shallow dips where tires have chewed it soft. The calico meowth waits in the gutter’s shadow, yellow irises set in white scleras, thin with calculation. Two kittens press against her belly, ribby and warm: one—bold, always bold—edges out first, whiskers testing the air like reeds.Read more... )
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My religion and my nonhumanity. I truly want to write about these subjects together. I can feel it practically squirming under my skin, wanting to get out into the world and be heard, be read. I just can't find the closest-enough words. Bear with my autistic spectrum little self, as I attempt to describe what's going on in my whirling head and pulsing heart.Read more... )
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