i am cringe, but i am free

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.

The Fictionkind Community's Prompt #2 - Canon: How closely is your identity aligned with canon events in your source?

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.

Since my high school years I've been developing my Primordiverse AU, an extensive canon rewrite and crossover fanfiction project.

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.

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).

"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 chai…

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.

Sekhmet, I’m connected with You.

My religion and my nonhumanity.