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Hiding the Truth, Pretending I'm Fine

Jeon Wonwoo x gn! reader

Genre: Hanahaki AU, college AU, fluff, usual angst that comes with the AU, happy ending!

Words: 4k and some change!

Warnings: vomiting, doctors, surgery mention(doesn't happen! don't worry<3), implied depression? reader feels down and i kinda wrote it in a way that it could be read as depression..., death mentions(one a joke at the start, and the other being apart of the whole AU thing..., cursing, my ocs Mai and Kimi(ok my friends oc...) use different pronouns, Mai(She/He) and Kimi(She/They), blood

Notes: sooo... if you've read this before you are either 1) a friend i had read this for school or 2) you are my old english teacher, in which, hi. why are you here. please leave. please. aka i am repurposing this for tumblr, because i am pretty proud of it, meaning please be gentle on me. i am just a tiny tiny child. but tell me what you think! tell me if i missed any warnings, and stuff like that! also, stole the title from bittersweet. you'll see why! enjoy<3

You had been in love with Jeon Wonwoo for who knows how long, but you hadn't known it. Until you started coughing. You wish it had been easier.

❀DAY 1, SUNDAY 8:30AM, YOUR APARTMENT

“Ooh my baby,” You cooed. “How's my little baby~ Hm? How are you Hoshi? What about you Byeol~~ Thank you for the gift~~”

Kimiko, your high school friend slash roommate, burst into your room. “Stop being a crazy cat person! Get up and out, Wonwoo is waiting for you,”

“Already? I just woke up–”

“Oh, no he's not here, here. He's just waiting for you like, in general y'know?”

“Die,”

“Not how you talk to your bestest friend in the world,” She pouted.

“That would be Wonwoo,”

“Bestest roommate in the world?”

“Mai.”

“Fuck youuuu,”

❀9:25AM, ROCKET CAFE

Sitting down, Wonwoo placed an iced latte in front of you. Every Sunday, the two of you met at either the library or the cafe to plan your week out together. This week was the cafe. He stared at you, watching you work.

“Stop watching me, creep,” you grinned, tapping your foot against Wonwoo. “C’mon, I know I’m pretty ‘n all but you really should stop staring at me,”

“So full of yourself,” He teased. “You’ve got something, here I’ll get it.”

You rolled your eyes at Wonwoo pretending to fix your hair. Always trying to “fix” something, your hair, your clothes. You knew you weren't a messy person. What you didn't know was why Wonwoo did it. Sighing, you just let him fiddle with your hair. As he did that, you stole his phone, unlocking it to check his calendar for the week.

“Boo,” you pouted. “We barely match up this month, outside of class. Look! We don’t match this week and next week we match once, on Friday night,”

Seemingly done with your hair, he checked your planner. “Oh, you’re right. Isn’t that during the get together Cheol is holding?”

“Oh I think it is,” you sulked. “No free time for just us! Oh I am in pain, jail for a thousand years!”

He chuckled. “It’s fine, we can sneak some time in,”

“Not at a Cheol party. I’m gonna be tipsy and you’re probably going to be on babysitting duty,”

“Babysitting you,”

Grumbling, you stood from the chair and fell onto Wonwoo's shoulders like a lump of nothing, smacking him a little. Vernon, your mutual friend who worked at the cafe, took a picture and sent it to their group chat without the two of you, followed by a text saying “yo right in front of my salad?”. The group chat exploded with messages with variants of “they’re seriously not dating?” and one text from Joshua, one of the other workers at the cafe, saying “get back to work!!”.

❀DAY 4, WEDNESDAY 12:30PM, ON THE WAY TO CLASS

This, you decided early on in your college days, was your favorite part of college. Walking with Wonwoo to whatever class you two shared, was great(unless the two of you didn't share a class, in which he would walk you to whatever class you had after the two of you had lunch).

You looked at him, seeing him staring at you, again. “Hey, what's with you looking at me so often, huh?” You raised a brow. “What, do you like me or something?”

He smiled, “Sure, something like that,”

Your face warmed, you could just feel the heat go to your ears.

You whipped your head away from him before saying. “Oh– oh just shut it! Don't even joke about that, Wonwoo!”

And then you started coughing, which granted, the weather had been getting colder, but you started coughing hard. Leaning down, you started coughing into your elbow before pulling away and seeing… petals? Bloody, purple flower petals. You quickly grabbed them before shoving them into your pocket.

Wonwoo put his hand on the small of your back, rubbing it. “Woah, hey, are you alright? Do you need water, anything? I’ll take you home if you need,”

You nodded, your throat still feeling a little raw. “Um… yeah, water would be nice, please,”

He handed you his water bottle, yours being at home. “Here, just drink from it. I’m fine without it for now,”

You sent him an appreciative look before downing the water. “Okay, I think I’ll be good for class now,”

He looked at you, obviously worried. “If you're sure… but I’m taking you home if you start coughing like that again,”

❀1:47, CLASS

You started coughing again.

There was no reason for it, you had just caught Wonwoo once again looking at you weirdly, causing your heart to flutter just a bit before you had berated yourself, thinking, Stop it, stop it! He doesn't like me…he just doesn't. And then the coughing happened again.

It had been so bad that the professor had stopped class and asked if you had needed to go. Wonwoo answered that question by grabbing your stuff and taking you out of the class. Oh well, you thought, Guess going to that class was for nothing.

Once you had finished coughing, you again found bloody petals. What the fuck…

“Hey, are you sure you're okay?” Wonwoo looked really worried now, placing a hand on your forehead, then cheeks. “You certainly don't seem okay, but you’re not warm or anything,”

You shook your head. “I think it might be the weather. You know I get a little iffy around this time of year,”

He hesitantly accepted your reason, knowing it was true, just usually happened later in the year. He shrugged his jacket off, placing it on your shoulders. “Well, keep this on until we reach your place, I don't want you actually getting sick,”

❀2:07PM, YOUR APARTMENT

Sitting on your bed, your eyebrows scrunched up before you sighed. Just, what was happening to you? Coughing up flowers– that's something out of a storybook, not real life.

Your heart fluttered when you thought about Wonwoo, but why. Why was your heart doing this, why, why, why. Wonwoo was so sweet to you, that's why, you reasoned. Right? You…didn't like him, did you? You couldn't.

You started coughing, again. Running to the bathroom, you knelt over the toilet.

❀2:34PM

Kimi sang. “Your favorite dancer is home~”

Kimi stepped into the kitchen, dropping her bag into the floor, before calling your name. “Hellooo?”

Silence filled the apartment, which left Kimi worried. Walking through the hallway, Kimi knocked on your bedroom door, opening it when no noise happened. Nothing.

“What the…” Kimi muttered. “Ugh, where’d I put my phone… dance practice you thot!”

Dragging herself back to the kitchen, she shuffled through their duffel bag. Calling your phone, rings came from the bathroom. Making her way to the bathroom, Kimi barged in. There you were, in all your shitty, sweaty glory was you, throwing up into the toilet.

“Fuck!” Kimi dropped to her knees, rubbing your back. “You should’ve told us you were sick. One of us would’ve stayed home for you,”

You whined. “Kimi… it’s fine both of you were busy, I couldn’t let you guys stay home. Besides, this happened during class.”

“The one you have with Wonwoo?”

Nodding, you straightened. “Mm… he brought me home,”

“What happened?”

“I… um… started coughing up flower petals…” You muttered.

“You what?”

Sighing, you reached your hand into your pockets and brought out the bloody flower petals.

“What the– Why are they bloody!?”

“I started coughing these up,” You started to explain. “Look, they’re in the toilet bowl too. I… I asked Sayu, before I went into the bathroom, she said they were bittersweet or something like that…”

“You should go to the ER! Or at least the doctor– you don’t know what this is,”

“I will, I will. I was going to call her after this whole…fit,”

❀DAY 6, FRIDAY 1:15PM, SEOUL DOCTOR

“So, what’s the reason for this appointment?” Doctor Kim asked, checking the files in hand.

“Um…so the other day, Wednesday, I uh… started coughing flower petals,” You explained, pulling the petals out. “They were um, bloody.”

Clicking her tongue, Doctor Kim examined a petal. “Oh dear…I see,”

“Why’d it happened? How’d it even get in my body?”

Doctor Kim sighed, pulling up an article on the computer in the room. “I’m afraid there’s not much research on this. I’ve never personally seen it but I know doctors who have diagnosed it. We’re calling it hanahaki, from the Japanese words 花 and 吐く, flower and to vomit. We’ve noticed that it’s from unrequited love,” she glanced at you and then the flower petals, “Do you…do you love someone? Do you believe they don’t love you back?”

You played with your hair, suddenly the floor looking interesting. “Um…I…I guess,”

“You guess?”

“I do. I…kinda just realized it and then spiraled for a little. On Wednesday, when I first coughed them up.”

“I see. I’m going to give you options and I will definitely push you towards a specific one. But I want you to know that it is entirely up to you, what you want to do,” sighing, she leaned onto her knees. “You could confess, and if your feelings get reciprocated the flowers will leave your body through a few days. If they don’t, then your lungs will grow with flowers faster and you’ll suffocate. If you do, come to the ER immediately.

“The last option is surgery, we remove the flowers and any roots in your lungs. But it’s a complicated surgery, and if successful you lose all memories of said person and you’ll never feel anything for them ever again. It’s a last resort for a reason, and if you even think they return your feelings, confess. I mean it, you need to confess.”

❀DAY 8, SUNDAY 11:37AM, YOUR ROOM

Laying on your bed, you pulled your blankets over your shoulders, tucking yourself in. Getting up seemed to take up so much more energy these days, it was so much effort, effort you couldn't seem to put in.

Your phone rang, and you left it. It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. You sighed as it stopped again. It pinged a few times, two followed by one more before your phone silenced. You couldn't bring yourself to check, even though you knew it was Wonwoo, you set his notifications to have a special ringer. You were just… tired.

Nonu ❙

Hey, are you okay?

??? Hello??? You always answer, are you sick??

??? I’m coming over.

❀12:42PM

Wonwoo knocked on your door, before opening it. Seeing you still tucked into your bed confused him.

“I know I've asked this a couple times, but are you okay?” He sat on your bed, patting your leg. “Hello? Have you not woken up just yet?”

You hummed lightly. “No…I’m tired,”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to be alone? You seem…well tired,”

You hummed again. He couldn't tell what you were feeling, facing away from him and barely saying anything.

“I’ll go, but I hope you feel better. I’ll get Mai and Kimi to take care of you,”

❀DAY 10, TUESDAY 11:23AM

Knocking on the door, Mai entered the room after a beat.

“You haven’t woken up yet?” She questioned, sitting on the bed. “You ok? I haven’t seen you wake up later than 9 since we were high schoolers,”

“Maiiii,” You whined. “I’m so TIRED, I can't even explain why!”

“The petals?”

“Of course, it's the– How do you know about them?”

He shrugged. “Kimi told me a little, sorry.”

“It's fine. I mean, you would've found out anyways,”

“Yeah, I would've. What happened, like why are they a thing? Kimi only mumbled something about petals and blood and purple– good color by the way,”

“I mean, the doctor said it's this stupid thing called hanahaki–”

“Like, hana as in 花, as in flower?”

“Uh, I think– STOP you're distracting me!” You jumped out from the covers.

“Yeah, but that got you out of bed. That was the goal~”

“You are the worst,”

Pulling you by the hands, Mai led you to the dining room.

“Our zombie lives!” cheered Kimi.

Flipping Kimi off, you pried yourself from Mai’s arms. “What was that for? I was gonna get out of bed eventually, it's only–”

“Only 11:23!” Kimi cut her off. “You are two hours late youngster!”

“To what?”

“To civilization! You have never–”

“Once woken up after 9, yes I am aware,”

“So you are aware we were worried, right?” Kimi huffed. “Now, eat! You are a growing child, no child of mine will starve!”

“I'm 20. We are the same age,”

“And,” Mai cut in. “I'm 21. I say you eat and get yourself freshened up. We are having a roommates day out,”

“What happened to my childhood friend,” you sulked.

“She has gone nowhere, I have always been your mother,” Mai chided. “Now eat, you actually look like a zombie,”

❀12:15PM, HALF MOON CAFE

“So, young child of mine,” Kimi started, placing the group’s order down. “Why have you been coughing up a storm, and why are there bloody flowers everywhere? You only mumbled something about them, and I want to know why!”

The three of them were in a small cafe they frequented often, mainly due to your part-time job there.

“Still can’t believe you guys got me here on my day off,” you sighed, playing with your drink. “It’s nothing. I already went to a doctor, she said it was ‘Hanahaki’ or something,”

“Hana as–”

“Yes hana as in 花, as in flower. Why did you both ask the same question?”

“I needed clarification,” Kimi shrugged. “But like, what’s the haki part? Like what even is hanahaki?”

“The haki is 吐く, like to vomit,”

“It’s a disease where flowers grow in your- in your lungs?!” Mai read from his phone, head whipping to you. “And you could die?”

“Not so loud– lord why did we go here,”

“I’m sorry– you’re upset I’m being loud? You could die, do not tell me to be quiet?”

You sighed, “Look, this is why I didn’t want to tell anyone! They get all dramatic, it’s not a big deal. It’s due to unrequited love, so all I have to do is unfall in love.”

“Uh, speaking as the person who’s in a committed relationship,” Kimi injected. “Impossibly hard. Like, I’m talking insanely hard. I mean–”

“We get it,” Mai said, cupping her face. “Look, it even took me a while to get over my first ex, and he stalked me! I’m with Kimi, there are easier ways to do this.”

“Except there’s not! It's either I unfall in love, confess, or get surgery! And, mind you, that surgery will remove all my memories of said person and remove all my feelings. It’s not like I can do that. I can’t lose someone I’m in love with– and I can’t lose my feelings! How am I supposed to live without being happy, or sad, or–”

“Then confess! They’ll reciprocate them, I’m sure.” Mai held your hands. “Please, I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you, you’re too important to us.”

“I am not confessing–”

“Confessing?” A voice cut in, Wonwoo. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Wonwoo! No, no! I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve–”

“Been busy.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, if this was over some guy, you could've told me. I would've gotten it and backed off,”

You stood up. “It is not! Look, we went over schedules– we were both booked! You cannot say I have been ignoring you,”

“Does that mean you can’t answer my texts? Or calls?” He argued, walking away from you and out of the cafe.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t do the same to me. How come you’re acting like I’m doing it on purpose!” You followed.

“I haven’t ghosted you, never for days on end!”

“Oh sure,” You stopped and rolled your eyes. “I’m not arguing about this, not in public,”

“Oh so you’re running away, like always?” Wonwoo turnt around. “Like you always do when something happens, like the coward you are?”

Your eyes watered as you stumbled back like you were struck. “Fine! Yes, I’m running away, just like you said! Just like I always have, according to you, but don’t you dare try to come talk to me.”

❀DAY 13, FRIDAY 7:37PM, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL’S APARTMENT

You and Kimi walked into Seungcheol’s party, being eagerly greeted by Kim Mingyu.

He cheered both of your names. “Let me get you drinks, come in! I’m not allowed to help you with your coats, Cheol is worried about me breaking something again.”

Laughing, Kimi pat him on the arm. “It’s fine! I’m here to be sober, drunk watch and all that,”

“Mai forced her to be my babysitter,” You sulked. “Like I’m gonna get drunk off my ass or something…”

Mingyu and Kimi gave each other a knowing look. Like you hadn't been upset since the fight. Kimi pushed you further into the house, hearing the chatter of the others. Mai and Kimi figured it was best to get you to talk to someone, and what better way than to get her drunk with friends?

❀11:34PM

Bad idea. Mai and Kimi both forgot one important thing about a drunk you. You were an emotional drunk. Meaning, right now? You were sobbing your ass off, drunk, over Wonwoo.

Kimi could barely understand you because you were muffled by–

“Fuck,” Kimi muttered, launching herself towards you. “Spit them out, I fucking mean it you drunk fuck. Spit. Them. Out.”

You listened. Saliva and blood covered petals fell into Kimi’s hand. You fell into Kimi’s arms, still sobbing.

“He hates me Kimi! He does. He hasn't talked to me in 3 days! The longest we’ve gone is probably around a couple hours! Never this long,”

Kimi sighed, petting your hair. It pained them all to see her like this.

“He doesn't hate you, yknow,” Mingyu said, also patting you on the back. “He’s just upset right now. He’s probably also crying right now,”

“I don't want him crying over me!” You sobbed even harder.

Seungkwan hit Mingyu away, clicking his tongue. “Ignore him, Mingyu’s dumb. We know this. Wonwoo’s upset, but he’s not crying. He's probably thinking about what happened and trying to figure out how to apologize to you,”

“But he doesn't have to apologize, I was the one being a bitch!”

“All of you leave her alone,” Jeonghan swatted everyone besides Kimi. “Sweetheart, honey, drink this,”

He handed you a cup of water, urging you to drink. You tried to drink it, but instead a full flower came out of her mouth.

“FUCK,” Kimi shouted. “Fuck fuck- where’s their phone? Hurry one of you, give it to me!”

Kimi dialed your doctor, explaining that you had actually coughed up a flower. “C’mon hun, c’mon. Get up, we have to visit someone,”

“What's happening?” Mingyu questioned. “Kimi– what was that? Why did a flower come out of their mouth? Kimi?”

“Don't, don't worry. Just call Mai for me, tell her we're at the hospital. She’ll know why,” Kimi explained. “Sorry to bring the mood down,”

“Don't be. Now go, go! It seems urgent,” Cheol pushed the two of you out of the apartment.

❀11:48PM, SEOUL HOSPITAL

Your doctor sighed, closing the door behind her and facing Kimi and Mai. “I’m to assume you two are their roommates, meaning they told one of you at least a little?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Kimi fidgeted. “She told me a little, just like, uh she was coughing flowers cuz of something called hanahaki? Uhm.. and that it was a disease caused by–”

“Unrequited love, yes. However, that’s not something we’re entirely sure about,”

“What do you mean, not entirely sure about? Did you tell her something incorrect about a disease that could kill her!?” Mai shouted.

“Yes and no,” Doctor Kim sighed. “Look, ladies, hanahaki is rare– we’re not sure about everything. But, there's a theory, that I have personally searched into, that it’s not unrequited love. More like, insecurity in the afflicted. The flowers, do you know what they are and what they mean?”

“Oh! Uhm, I think I remember our friend saying they were bittersweet? And that they meant truth? Truthfulness?”

“Then, there. They likely need to tell the truth, if the theory holds up. Either way though, one of you should get whoever they’re crushing, or in love with, here as soon as you can. I will make an exception for you three, and only you three, to be here after hours if they have not gained consciousness. The other should stay with them. I don't want any surprises,”

❀11:57PM

“Where are they!?” Wonwoo bursted into the hospital lobby.

Ignoring the onlooking staff, he went straight towards Mai.

“Mai, you cannot call me, say my best friend is in the hospital, and then not give me context,” he said, holding the dead tired girl by the shoulders.

“You hung up on me right after I said they were here! I’m not calling you back and getting you into an accident– we do not need that! Now, come. I'll bring you to them, your job is to get them to actually tell you the truth. I don't care what it takes, they have to.”

Leading the barely taller man, Mai opened the door to your hospital room. Pulling Kimi out, Mai quickly pat you on the head with a quiet, “Confess,”

“Wonu?” You croaked.

“Hey,” He sat on the edge of her bed. “What happened? Why are you here– why have you been avoiding me? I thought we told each other everything,”

He looks heartbroken, you thought, heart clenching at it. “It- it wasn't your fault, Wonu. I just- if I told you, I’d lose you. I can’t do that,”

“But you're here, in a hospital. Mai said you could die. Why do you think I can live without you?”

“I-”

“Please. You’re my best friend, I can’t lose you,”

Bursting into tears, you sobbed. “Exactly! I’m your best friend, that's all I’ll ever be! Wonwoo, have you ever thought I wanted to be more than friends with you?”

“Wh–”

“It’s you, it has always been you! I just had a shitty way of finding out, and now I’m dying! I don't want to die. I want to live out my life with you, and Mai, and Kimi, and and just– everyone! But if I get the surgery I lose my best friend– the love of my life! It's either I lose you by confessing, or I lose you by forgetting you, or I lose everyone by dying! I don't want this–”

“Hey, hey,” Wonwoo wiped the tears from your face. “Who said you’d ever lose me? Remember, I will always be here for you. Always. Besides, I’ve loved you ‘since forever’. You have nothing to fear,”

Your eyes overflowed with tears, and your mouth, flowers. Calling a doctor, Wonwoo was quickly kicked from the room. Worried, he quickly walked to the lobby.

“Wonwoo!” Kimi exclaimed, bouncing anxiously towards him. “Where- where are they? Why are you out here?”

“Well, I got kicked out. We confessed but then they started coughing again and–”

“You finally confessed? Like, for real none of that ‘I love you, as a friend’ bullshit?”

“Yes– why is that what you're focusing on? They started coughing flowers again, Kimi,”

“I know, I know, but I’ve been waiting for this since I met you two. That was our first year of high school!”

“Stop fighting you two,” Mai butt in. “What happened? Why are you out here?”

❀DAY 14, SATURDAY 12:21AM

After explaining everything, the three of them went to hunt Doctor Kim down. Meaning, they were waiting outside of your room.

Walking out of your room, Doctor Kim turnt around and jumped. “Oh, you three scared me. Sorry, sorry. I should’ve told you to go home. But, they're fine. They’re resting now, you can visit when the hospital opens up again and you can see them then,”

“We can’t leave her!” Kimi whisper shouted, still aware of the fact that you were likely sleeping.

“No, you can’t but you will. I understand you’re scared about them, but they’ll be fine. They’ll have to stay here for another few days, but it’s just so we can monitor them. You can visit, but only during visiting hours. Now shoo, you are college students here on a Saturday,”

❀1:19PM, YOUR HOSPITAL ROOM

Wonwoo walked into the room, with a bouquet of aster flowers. Chuckling Wonwoo put them on the bedside table.

“Sorry, I know it’s a little soon,” Wonwoo sat. “but I asked your friend, um, Sayu? She said you thought they were pretty, the flowers, that is. Aster, she called them.”

You laughed softly. “It’s ok Wonu, they’re lovely. I love them, thank you,”

He smiled. “I’m glad. I know we only just established everything but I want to ask, can I be your boyfriend?”

You laughed, and Wonwoo pouted at that. “Sorry, sorry I’m not laughing at you. Never at you. Yes, of course you can be my boyfriend. Why’d I ever say no, I don’t know.”

THE END<3

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copperbadge · 2 years

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Hey can you backwards engineer some gender neutral version of sir/ma'am

I can! And I will. But I’m going to walk you through it because you guys can do this too. I have no special skills other than having taken Latin 20 years ago. :D

Bit of a plug first: this is a technique that I am using to de-gender a number of royal ranks in my books -- for example, the retired king has declared his nonbinary partner “Caez”, shortened from Caesar, to replace king/queen. In a book not yet published, his granddaughter is offered prince, princess, or the gender-neutral princeps when she’s adopted, and although she identifies as female, she chooses princeps because she doesn’t like the word princess. Ledan came about because I was trying to decide what one character, a duke known for his irreverence, might call a person at the rank of lord or lady if he wanted to make fun of himself a bit for not knowing their gender.

Okay, now that I’ve got the obligatory “Hey look, queer romance novels” out of the way, let’s dive in...

So, what you want to know is the origins of the words Sir and Madam. With Lord and Lady they came from the same general place -- Old English derived from the Germanic -- so it was easy to just go “Bread watcher? Bread maker? Sure let’s find something else you can do with bread” and go from there. This will not always be the case, and it isn’t here, but that makes things extra-interesting.

What you’re going to do is go to Wiktionary.org and search the terms you want to work backward from. In this case we want to search Sir, and we also want to search Madam, which is what Ma’am comes from.

On the page for Sir, we click “etymology” under English or scroll down to it, and we get the history of the word. How far back you go in this history can vary by what kind of word you’d like to use. In this case we know the history goes sir > sire > French Sire (master, sir, lord) > Latin senior (elder) > Latin Senex (old). I like to go all the way back to the Latin, but let’s hold that thought.

Now that we have Sir identified, we’ll check out Madam, from which we get the history ma’am > madam > madame > Old French madame (”my” and “lady”) > post-classical Latin mea domina, which also means generally “my lady” although it has a more specific meaning we’ll get to shortly.

So we have a couple of options!

We can take “Senex” which is more closely related to the masculine “Sir” but is in itself generally neutral, and come up with “Sen”, which has no meaning in Latin on its own but we’re not speaking Latin, we’re speaking English, which shortens everything anyway.

We can also look at “ma domina” and take that apart -- domina and dominus concern the home, the physical building, using the same root we get “domicile” and “domain”. So you could click through from domina to dominus to domus, and go with “ma domus”, since domus has connotations of household, family, etc. Ma Domus might shorten to M’us. It could also shorten to “ma’do”, but that’s two syllables and I like to retain the syllable count of the original words. And also M’us or even just Mus sounds like you’re saying Moose. Which, Moose is a pretty cool name to call a nonbinary friend, but may be taken amiss by strangers. It strikes me that M’us could be used as a term of respect specifically for someone in your family -- a parent or grandparent, a cousin or zaza. There’s a hint of familiarity there.

We could go one step further and look at the implications of the word origins -- both are addressing a superior in rank, but “sir” emphasizes age, while “ma’am” emphasizes economic power. Now, if we want to break away from both of those we could decide that instead we want to respect a different kind of power -- say, the power of a teacher we trust and look up to. Wiktionary tells us that teacher derives from the verb “teach”, and at the etymology of teach we find several variants including techen, taecan, taikijan, taikijana, and deyk (as a prefix). I rather like Deyk, because a) it shortens nicely to Dey, b) if you’re talking to someone you respect it’s sincere but if you’re talking to someone you don’t respect it’s easily sarcastic, and c) if you’re talking to someone you don’t respect you can throw a little k in, so that it sounds like you’re calling them Dey but you’re actually calling them Dick.

Of these options I really do prefer Sen. It sounds nice, it’s not a homophone for anything weird, and it implies respect for the person’s experience. If I were writing a novel with a nonbinary honorific I might go with Dey just because there’s more scope for wordplay and nuance, but in actual life I think Sen’s quite nice.

So yeah it’s fun and interesting and you get to learn the weird-ass histories of weird-ass words. I encourage everyone to make their own!

#strictly-script #gender

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artificial-transmutations · 9 months

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Transformation Letter: Shayne

Hi my name is Shayne and I’m a nerdy and boring slightly chubby 26 year old Caucasian virgin gay guy. I would not like to be an object but would love to be a Caucasian total punk rock bro-type that has some but not a ton of muscle and gets laid all the time.

When you dispatch the letter, you have a bad feeling. Even though the ad specifically said that you wouldn't be able to choose your transformation, you still wrote down a wish to the letter. Just thinking about becoming a punk rock bro makes your dick hard again.

The truth is, you are getting more and more frustrated with your life, on a purely sexual level. Being nerdy and bookish is good and all, and you can absorb yourself in a good novel for hours without pause, but there is something missing. It's not like you don't have a sex drive. On the contrary, you find yourself jerking off to porn and fantasy a lot, but you never had the real thing.

Of course, when you look down on yourself while pawing at your cock, there isn't much to see, either. Your slightly fat belly bounces with every stroke of your hand, and your stature and muscles are pathetic at best. That's why you wrote "Total punk rock bro" on the letter after all. Surely, with an impressive mohawk and a lean and slightly muscular body, you would get laid all the time!

It takes a few days, and you check your body every day in order not to miss anything. Finally, the transformation begins. Your fat begins to disappear all over your body, leaving you skinny and slim, slimmer than you have been in a long time. Then, your slim frame packs on muscle, but stops before you get too bulky.

As the green-blue ink of tattoos appears all over your body, you cheer inwardly. You are getting exactly what you ask for! Impatiently, you watch yourself in the mirror and see your face reforming to a more manly variant with a square chin and a sharp nose. Then, all of a sudden, your scalp begins to itch. Your new eyes widen in shock as you see your main hair falling out - all of it, leaving you bald. But you wanted to have a mohawk!

What good would it be to be a punk rock bro if you are bald? As if to compensate for the baldness, a dense beard sprouts on your chin, giving your hairless face a distinct testosterone-loaded look.

Suddenly, you feel dizzy for a moment. When you look up again, you are not in your bathroom anymore! Instead, you're on stage! That's right! You are the lead singer of "Split This", the punk rock band you helped to form a few years ago. You are surrounded by a huge crowd of cheering fans. The lights are on, and your head is buzzing. On stage with you are the rest of the band and they are rocking out.

You haven't just become a punk rock bro - you have become a punk rock star! A life full of fame, drugs and sex lies in front of you.

#TransformationLetter #male transformation

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Apple Lover | Yandere Epel Felmier x Reader

Epel knew people who loved apples. It is the Felmier’s life blood and family business, heck he liked apples but he’d never met someone like you. Someone who’d ask if anyone wanted any of the apple sauce he was giving you before chugging it like it wasn’t nearly an entire pint. He’d seen the other burlier men in his old town chug it like that after working all day without taking a break but you were just an average student at Night Raven, right? Other than the baffling circumstances in your arrival to said school he couldn’t find any reason as to why you so aggressively consumed apple products. He knows you do. He’s checked many times:

“Hey my family sent some apple-cider so”

“Gim-sama doesn’t want such dis–”

“OMG THANKS EPEL!!! GOSH I LOVE THIS STUFF”

Or that other time he had a full crate.

“Hey can I have that crate back for–Whoa! WHERE ARE THE OTHER APPLES.”

“Oh sorry Epel I kind of went ham on them. Sorry!”

“There were over a hundred in there!?”

He was both prideful and really concerned you consumed so many of his family’s products. He was well aware of the cyanide properties in the seeds; that usually no one worries about because the number for eating enough of them to activate the poison is really high…like 100…like the amount he’d found nearly gone a week after giving it to you.

“Oh no worries I avoid the seeds, plus I switch it up with different versions, y’know?”

Oh, he knew he’d been watching you chow down on apples or sipping on apple sauce everywhere. He’d seen you do it in your lonesome of the Ramshackle common room , during class, at lunch, in the library, really just everywhere.

“You’re worried about the Prefect?” Vil spoke not looking away from his own image in the mirror touching up on makeup.

“I guess I just don’t know if they understand how addicted they are. I mean they seem to really enjoy it but I’m worried they let their obsession run their lives.”

“Well don’t you sound like you're obsessing over them a little? You’ve been yapping to everyone lately about this concern of yours, that's what all the potatoes have been saying.”

Epel snapped up from his previous position, bumping the bottom part of the dresser with his knees before giving an apologetic look to the glaring Vil. Turning to Rook who was happily working behind them Epel spoke.

“Is this true?”

The hunter laughed, squinting his eyes as he spoke.

“You have been talking a lot about Trickster…perhaps you do have deeper feelings past just concern?”

A blooming heat exploded onto Epel’s face and subsequently followed by the short-circuiting student.

“W-what-?!! N-no w-ay!!! I’m not-!Am I? W-wot ‘re ya e-even saying?!”

The rest of their training session was filled with Epel being too flustered and overwhelmed with the possibility of actually being in love.

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When he finally was able to escape Rook’s questioning and Vil’s training, he went to indulge in his favorite hobby. Epel lazed about watching from afar as you happily accepted a crate of apples from none other than Floyd and Azul. As he had overheard, you had discovered a variant of apple-like fruit from the Coral Sea and had come to the Octavinelle trio to be your guide. For someone who was so quick to tell your monster-tenant no more money to cans of tuna but perfectly prepared to buy a whole crate of sea-apples. You all too quickly walked into a shark’s den just to satisfy your apple-cravings and he was worried about you.

“You know with how (Y/n) eats apples it’d just be so easy to…”

He stopped himself thinking about the words he spoke in the lonesome of his watching area at the edge of the wood. Realizing the implications of what he said he, at first, scolding himself before really thinking about it.

You so blindly just ate and drank everything that was handed to you as long as it was from an apple or some variation of one. He tried to ignore the dark thoughts that were brewing from that little comment alone.

It just kept popping up with everyone else just knowing you wanted apples. So easily did you immediately trust anyone who so much as waved an apple product in front of your face. He’d seen it so many times Azul making you work for an apple-cider drink, or Ruggie who promises to get you more applesauce if you collect a bunch of dandelions for him.

It would be far too easy to learn how to inject a love potion.

It was too easy to inject one.

“Ah, (Y/n) I’ve been trying this new type of apple. Would you try it for me?”

“Sure.”

And like clockwork you took a heft bite of that apple and just as you should your (y/e/c) irises flashed pink. Now he found that when people talked it was you who had recently been speaking about him and when you wavered as if coming to some realization he didn’t mind offering you a cider or applesauce that would have your eyes flashing pink for as long as he pleased.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere x y/n #yandere epel x reader #yandere epel felmier #yandere twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere epel #yandere epel felmier x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twst #epel felmier #epel #yandere pomefiore #apple lovers

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blurban-form · 19 days

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What’s Next?

Musing on what the future holds

I hate to start a rumour but here goes? Stick with me and check this out:

It’s evident a lot of work goes into each “Bluey” episode.

It seems like we are now at a turning point / crossroads with “Bluey”, we finally have season 3 wrapping up after a very dragged-out timeline, and no real word on a season four, except for some talk a while back of a hiatus to give the team a break.

The bottleneck may well be Joe Brumm and his commitment & attention-to-detail acknowledged in the Bloomberg article. This care and attention is clear… but the impact on timeline (pushing out finished episodes) must be a cause of concern for management at the BBC and Disney. But right now Brumm (and his animation company) appears to be very much in control.

This David-and-Goliath situation reminds me of another animated show where a lot of effort was put into a singular vision for the world building and the design characters by a creative one-person-show… the show was immensely popular… and then that creator was pushed out and lost control of their creation to a much-more-powerful management entity, and then that creation was re-imagined (dumbed down/ simplified in various ways) and now is very different.

Specifically Lauren Faust and MLP:FIM (G4) vs what became of My Little Pony characters in G5.

BBC and Disney must be somewhat desperate for “Bluey” content… to the point they’re now re-recording famous names reading existing Bluey stories. They must be thinking of how to speed up production…

I suspect what will happen in the near future is that the “The Sign” wedding special episode will signal the end of Bluey “classic” and “Bluey” will relaunch (in about a year?) with a makeover — redesigned simpler animation, less detail in the backgrounds and more emphasis on the other kids. This will also allow for voice actors to probably change too for the kid characters.

(Probably more emphasis on being loud and in-your-face too, lots of hamming it up!)

Because the target audience of very young kids are always turning over, the next cohort of kids won’t notice the difference/change - they’ll just get the new variant of “Bluey”. It won’t matter to them that the old version is better, it will be “Bluey is Bluey”

It will probably be called something slightly different like “Bluey and Friends”

It will probably look like the style of these recent Bluey books that have just come out in Australia. Note the easier-to-animate big mouths and general simplification of scenery and how the characters are placed. This will feel more like mid-2000s Flash animation.

Hoping I’m wrong but who knows…

#let me know your thoughts #Bluey ch-ch-ch-changes #Peppa-Pig-ification of Bluey #Bluey #Bluey rumor mill

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swiftyangx12 · 10 months

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🕷️The Adventures of Agent Arachnis!🕸️

[Ep. 1: Two Sides of the Universe]

[Valorant x Marvel]

[Synopsis]: Just your friendly Valorant agent who tries to balance both sides of the same coin.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[TW]: Some cursing, little violence, may be OOC with the characters

[(A/N)]: You can go back and check the first post about the Valorant x Marvel crossover.

[Earth-2020-2]

[Location: FRACTURE]

Arachnis: *Hiding at Site B and reloading their Frenzy* These Omega asses…

[Their Multiverse watch starts alarming the Spider Radiant, annoying them in the process.]

Arachnis: Oh my god. *Answers the call* What? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?

Miguel: Nice hearing from you, Arachnis.

Arachnis: Oh, O’Hara. I’m busy trying to save my world right now. What is it this time?

Miguel: Another variant leaked into your dimension and it’s moving fast.

Arachnis: What? Now? *Sighs* Guess I’m shooting it down then.

Miguel: Don’t. You barely managed to not kill off that Doc Ock variant from last time.

Arachnis: Right. Tore that bastard to pieces.

Miguel: Just trap the anomaly and bring it back to HQ.

Arachnis: Got it, boss.

Jett: Was that your boss, [Y/N]?

Arachnis: Yes and I’m starting to feel annoyed around him than fearing his existence lately.

Jett: He looks cute.

Arachnis: Excuse me? He’s built like a tarantula on steroids. *Spider senses triggered* It’s here.

[A portal opens in the sky, some unidentified object flew out and about to cause havoc.]

Phoenix: Uh guys?

Sage: Arachnis, I believe you have some business to take care of.

Arachnis: A Vulture variant? Get it distracted.

Jett: Will do! *Updrafts high enough to distract the Vulture* Over here, ugly! *Throws her kunai knives at it*

Vulture: *Barely dodges the attack* What are you doing?!

Arachnis: *Places their gun down and shoots web at the Vulture* Full spider mode! *Yanks themselves towards their enemy*

[The Spider Radiant first lands a punch at the Vulture and then kicks it down, falls ungratefully to the ground. Everyone tackles it down from escaping.]

Vulture: *Struggles to be released* Let go of me!

Arachnis: *Cocks their Frenzy* Uh uh! No way. You have wings, I have a gun ready to shoot your feathered-ass head.

Vulture: Do it! Shoot me!

Arachnis: *CLICK!*

Vulture: *Flinches* Oh my god, you were about to shoot me!

Sage: [Y/N].

Arachnis: I’m sorry. *Reloads the gun* But it needs to cooperate. Now, calm down and I’ll help send you back to your dimension. We’ll release you if cooperation is present. *Nods at their team*

[The Valorant agents cautiously release their bonds against the villain.]

Vulture: *Pushes everyone off* Finally! I’m free!

Arachnis: *Punches it out cold* Nope. *Encases it with the holographic trap*

《🕷️》

[Earth-928, Spider Society HQ]

Arachnis: *Drags in the unconscious Vulture variant* Anyone order chicken?

Miles: *Surprised* You took down the Vulture all by yourself?

Arachnis: Actually, my team aided me when we were on a mission at FRACTURE. Brimstone and everyone else are keeping this on the low so hopefully people back on Earth-2020-2 won’t mistaken these villains as Rogue Radiants.

Gwen: [Y/N], you sound concerned. Did something happen back in your dimension?

Arachnis: *Nods and shakily sighs* Non-Radiants called us freaks after the First Light and blamed our existence for the unnatural occurrences that happened. Some of us had to go low-profile and Radiant related crimes skyrocketed over the past months. Even Kingdom was under suspicion during those times while responsible for the Radianite development.

[Miles and Gwen look at each other with concern for their friend.]

《🕷️》

[Spider HQ-Lobby]

[Arachnis was alone watching old news clips of the Venice incident and other covers of the First Light on their phone.]

Arachnis: *Sighs in solemn*

Peter B. Parker: Hey [Y/N], why the long face?

Arachnis: Oh, Peter. It’s nothing. Just today I realized how much a disaster would be if I didn’t catch the Vulture.

Peter B. Parker: Gwen and Miles told me about your world’s history. *Sits next to them* Wanna talk about it?

Arachnis: *Shrugs* It’s only that I don’t want anymore people to misunderstand Radiants like me or others I care for. I still remember the first time I received my powers. Just me, working at my old job while minding my business until that event happened. I got so spooked that I jumped high enough to stick to the ceiling. Everybody around me freaked out and I had to flee away from the sight.

Peter B. Parker: Oh kid, I’m sorry you experienced that.

Mayday: *Crawls into Arachnis’s arms* *Looks up worried for them*

Arachnis: Oh Mayday… *Pushes the hair out of her face* I’ll be okay so don’t worry too much about me.

Peter B. Parker: Oh! How about this? Everyone tours around your world and show us a fun time. Maybe introduce us to your Valorant buddies.

Arachnis: Are you sure? My colleagues can be unpredictable at times.

Peter B. Parker: Come on. We dealt worst things on the job.

Arachnis: Alright. Don’t complain that I didn’t warn you.

《🕷️》

[Earth-2020-2, Valorant Protocol HQ]

Arachnis: Guys, this is my Valorant team.

Valorant Team: Hey/Sup!/Greetings/Hello!/Hi.

Arachnis: Team, these are my Spider colleagues.

Spider Gang: Hey/Sup!/Greetings/Hello!/Hi.

Brimstone: I hope you kids are treating them fairly and respectfully.

Miles: Of course, sir! They’re really amazing at their job and taught us so many things. Look! *Attempts to twirl a practice switchblade*

Arachnis: Yep. I’m an awesome instructor.

Pavitr: You should see how they sparred with our leader.

Hobie: Never knew the boss could fly.

Arachnis: I forgot to control my enhanced strength and I apologized to him after the session.

《🕷️》

[Everybody who was present at the base were getting along with Arachnis’s new colleagues.]

Reyna: Show us your fangs, araña~

Arachnis: Reyna, I don’t want to scare the kids.

Peter B. Parker: It’s fine. We see villains with fangs all the time.

Arachnis: You sure about that?

Peter B. Parker: *Nods*

Arachnis: *Sighs* *Carefully removes their mask and bares out their fangs leaking venom*

Peter B. Parker: *Taken aback* Whoa! You produce venom?!

Viper: They donate the venom to researchers for medical-graded anti-venom.

Arachnis: Turns out it’s CDC approved, despite the venom coming from me.

《🕷️》

[Earth-928, Spider-Man 2099’s office]

Miguel: Lyla, where’s the goober?

Lyla: You mean gizmo, right?

Arachnis: *Just arrived to drop off some papers* Everything alright, O’Hara?

Lyla: He can’t find his gizmo.

Miguel: Goober.

Arachnis: *Pulls out a hard drive* You mean this thing? *Tosses it up to his platform*

Miguel: *Catches it*

Arachnis: And who calls anything a goober? Should’ve been called a thing-a-ma-jig or something.

Miguel: *Confused* What?

Arachnis: I don’t know. My other colleague, KJ calls some things like that. If I didn’t fear you as much, I would’ve called you a goober for saying that word, Goober.

Lyla: Pfft Hahahaha!!! I like your style, [Y/N].

Miguel: *Rolls his eyes* Very funny. Anything more to say? “Tarantula on steroids”.

Arachnis: *Falls silent and squints at Miguel* …The call didn’t end, did it.

Miguel: That’s why the hard drive exists.

Arachnis: … *Shoots some web up and swings themselves to the platform* *Lands on platform and glares up at Miguel* Get rid of it.

Miguel: *Smile smugly* I don’t think so.

Arachnis: … *Cracks their knuckles*

《🕷️》

Jessica Drew: Miguel, there’s something you need to look into- *Looks up* What is going on here?

[Miguel and Arachnis were fighting while Lyla was recording the whole fight.]

Miguel: *Head-locking Arachnis while stretching out his arm away where he’s holding the hard drive* It’s not what it looks like.

Arachnis: *Elbows Miguel hard in his stomach*

Miguel: *Hunches forward in pain*

Arachnis: *Grabs the hard drive* He recorded early audio of me for no reason! *Gets tackled down*

Miguel: *Grabs it back* It’s classified.

Arachnis: *Grabs it back with their web* You could’ve end the call.

Miguel: *Picks them up from the ground*

Arachnis: *Internally panicking* Do I even weigh anything to you?

Miguel: No, it’s like holding a couple of grapes.

《🕷️》

[Earth 2020-2, Valorant Protocol HQ, Workshop]

[Arachnis, tweaking up their Web-Shooters and random thoughts occurred.]

Arachnis: “Don’t have thoughts of O’Hara. He’s nothing but an uptight, aggressive, emotionally unstable, traumatized Spider-Man variant. He’s not worth your time…”

[Arachnis then thinks of domming over him.]

Arachnis: FUCK!!!

Killjoy: *Startled* Arachnis, is everything okay?

Arachnis: No! I can’t stop imagining how to kick my boss’s ass!

[Nice save, [L/N].]

🕷️[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]🕸️

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byzantine-suggestions · 7 months

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@suburbanbeatnik OK SO:

As far as the “mixing up different historical eras” problem goes, this actually happens in a lot of different novels. Theodora by Samuel Edwards is the most blatant example I can think of at the moment—near the end of the book, a horde of Huns, inexplicably led by Khosrow, starts marching on Constantinople while Justinian is in his plague coma, and Theodora sells the crown jewels (I don’t believe the narrative specifies the buyer) to fund Belisarius and his troops, who are the city’s last defense. Khosrow is similar to Mehmed II, Theodora takes on the role of Anna of Savoy, and the overall political situation is implied to be very bad for Byzantium, with Constantinople on the brink of total failure and most of the empire's territory gone. (Like, there’s discussion of Justinian and Theodora meeting the invaders at the gates so they can die together, because they think the whole empire is collapsing.) The story does end with the Byzantines winning (using Greek fire, another anachronism), and Theodora gets her jewels back (I do not remember how), but yeah, the author completely blended two very different periods together. Different variants of this exact plot appear in different novels—a *lot* of books treat the 540s as politically similar to the 1200s or 1300s, and a *lot* of books have Theodora sell her crown for some reason or another, usually to fund the defense of the City or one of Justinian’s schemes. (One book–maybe one of the ones by Marié Heese? I can’t think of the title, sorry)—had her sell her jewels to fund the building of the Hagia Sophia. (She gets them back in that book, too—I think Narses literally just discovers an enormous stockpile of gold somewhere, and that fixes the financial problems.) And a lot of different books put Belisarius in a Heraclius or Basil-like role, although I’m less well-versed in Belisarius books than I am in Theodora books. (The Sarantine Mosaic by Guy Gavriel Kay definitely did this—the character of Leontes is pretty much Heraclius and Belisarius combined, while Valerius and Aliana are straightforward Justinian and Theodora equivalents, except for the fact Aliana is the equivalent of an iconodule rather than a Monophysite. But that gets a pass, imo, because it’s not pretending to be totally accurate.)

Religious inaccuracies and mixups are also really common overall, especially in older books. One Victorian-era book called Blue and Green, or the Gift of God: A Novel of Old Constantinople was very bad with this, presumably because the author was a British Protestant who made no secret of his disdain for the “pagan heathenism” of the Byzantine Empire. (His descriptions of religious ceremonies are very funny, because he describes them as, like, Christian ceremonies, if Christian ceremonies had strippers and drugs. The inciting incident of Theodora’s spiral into prostitution is her doing an erotic dance at a respectable, aristocratic wedding—not a bachelor party, an actual wedding—and this is presented as normal.) Really, you can probably just check out any Byzantine book from before, say, the 1980s on archive.org, and there’ll be weird religious anachronisms all over the place. Lots of authors bring iconoclasm or the East-West Schism (the one that happened in 1054) into the sixth century, I guess because those are more recognizable and dramatic than the Monophysite thing. Authors tend to put Justinian and Theodora on the opposite sides of these conflicts, and Theodora is usually on whatever side they consider “wrong,” which differs significantly from book to book depending on the author’s religious leanings.

Regarding the Theodora/Macedonia thing—Ross Laidlaw’s Justinian: The Sleepless One definitely did this (there were a couple of cringe sex scenes in this book—he always referred to Macedonia as “the other one,” I guess to avoid saying her name a bunch of times? It’d be like “Theodora felt the other one’s lips...” and so on. It sounded so strange.) Macedonia was Theodora’s main love interest—Theodora does marry Justinian, and she likes him well enough as a person, but she’s pretty explicitly gay and uninterested in men, and she has an affair with Macedonia until Macedonia dies in an earthquake. I believe Stella Duffy’s Actress, Empress, Whore duology also had Theodora and Macedonia hook up, but Duffy’s sex scenes were less fetishistic and cringeworthy, and their relationship didn’t last for the entirety of the novel. Theodora having sex (or sexually charged interactions) with Antonina, Macedonia and her other female friends is reasonably common in shitty Theodora novels in general, but it’s never, like, a plot point. It’s just an excuse for the author to write about attractive young women getting it on in the Roman baths, or whatever other fetish-y nonsense piques his interest.

These points aren’t even the weirdest things about most of these books, though. I should just sit down one day and do a full post about all of the absurd things that happen in Justinian and Theodora stories, because shit gets real weird in most of them. Messy historical anachronisms and fetish-y male-gaze lesbian sex scenes are nowhere near the strangest aspects of some of these books—remind me, one day, to talk about all of the Penis Diseases these authors invent to explain away Justinian and Theodora's infertility.

#penis disease segments #sexy Amalasuintha murder scenes #cringe Narses/Belisarius/Justinian/Theodora/Antonina love dodecahedrons #Evil Comito Bullshit #some of them give Theodora a fictional evil stepmother and stepsisters so she can be Cinderella #it's wild out there

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bbodysnatchers · 2 years

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Hey! So Bullets 20th Anniversary is coming up, and I happen to own two different copies of it on CD; the 2002* printing, and the 2005 Enhanced CD reprint. I thought it’d be cool to make a little post that highlights some the slight physical differences between the two**!

* I have NO idea which edition my 2002 one is. I can just gather from discogs that it’s a VERY early variant, possibly first edition 2nd printing. ** I AM NOT SUPER WELL VERSED IN ALBUM/CD COLLECTING! So these are just quick visual differences!

Front Cover: Overall the colour on the 2002 version is much much more muted, but here here are key differences

1 - The numbers along the spine of the 2002 version are MUCH duller / not as crisp. This is apparent in all the font. 2 - Like mentioned, the colouring is not nearly as saturated/contrasted. You’ll be able to notice this in other photos.

Spine:

1 & 2 - Again, the font difference! 2002 has a MUCH larger logo, and the album name is more spread out, and not as crisp as 2005. 3 - One of the most notable things you’ll see is the catalogue number! 2002 printings will have EB-022

Back Cover:

1 - The muted colors! Because of the photo quality, you can’t REALLY notice it, but check out the difference in blacks! 2 - 2002 versions have Eyeballs first studio address listed on the back, which is in NY. Other printings have their later location in NJ. 3 - Barcode! My 2002 variant does NOT have a barcode! Others do, though. Also note the Enhanced CD over the barcode of the 2005 version. 4 - The font is not nearly as crisp on the 2002 variant, also notice how the coloring is a lot more yellow than then 2005 version.

Inner Booklet: You can REALLY see the difference in colour here! It is also a clearer picture of the spine.

CD:

1 - The Eyeball logo is MUCH larger in the 2002 version, and my variant in particular has a bit of a misprint/messy looking lines. I think other 2002 variants have a much clearer/crisp lines (but I’m not 100% sure!) 2 - Again, the catalogue number. 3 - 2005 Enhanced CD! 4 - The holder thingy (v technical, I know) in the 2005 version, is on a hinge - so you are able to move the cd and read the back page without the plastic in the way.

Back Cover: Very noticeable difference here!

Booklet: Again, noticeable changes were made! Also to note - the actual paper in my 2002 variant is A LOT thicker than the 2005, which is cool

Ok! I think that’s all!! Feel free to ask any questions or such. I love answering anything about old lore / merch.

#my merch #my chemical romance #bullets20 #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #mcr 2002

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lovelyinspiration1463 · 6 months

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Loki S2 E3 Spoilers Ahead!

My thoughts while watching the episode for the first time:

Is that him as a kid?

I considered for a hot second that Loki might be that horse.

There is never a moment too dire for Mobius to grab a snack, and I relate to that on a deep and personal level.

Boy, Marvel will do anything to plaster their name on screen as much as possible.

*science mumbo jumbo*

I think this variant has gotten himself electrocuted one too many times.

I wouldn’t be standing right in front of that, my dude.

Well, yeah, now he’s giving off more ‘take over the world’ vibes. Proper Frankenstein over here.

Prototype? Yeah, no kidding. That thing let off a few bright sparks and then just died.

Mustache guy looked so scandalized, I can’t 😭😭😭

“Hornswoggler”? That is my new favorite word.

Is that an offer or a threat? Sounds more like a threat.

Where can I get myself a guy who will pass out money at the snap of my fingers???

I know it’s loud in there, but is no one else hearing the talking purse?

Nice cover, Mobius.

Oop. Old hornswoggler is back and wants a refund. I’m shocked. The machine looked so impressive just… fizzling the way that it did.

This has very quickly become a Charlie Chaplin sketch.

Okay, first of all, Mullet Hair, can you chill??? Killing the same dude over and over and over again is not gonna secure free will for people! Can we discuss? For even just a millisecond?! Are we able to think through our actions?

He ruined your life? Listen here, Sylvie; while you’ve been living it up at McDonalds, the universe has been falling apart! Think outside yourself for two seconds!

His face! 💀💀💀

Are these two seriously having a moment? Cease and desist immediately.

“A long time ago-“ in a galaxy far, far away. No, wait; wrong franchise.

That’s your biggest takeaway? Seriously?

“Rat bags”? Mustache Man is just full of zingers!

Did Loki literally just run in a circle??

Ooh, Miss Minutes is a bit snappy. She really wants everyone to know how clever she is.

Oh my gosh, they are not cramming another slapdash love story into the show 😫 I do not care about this! I came here to see Loki! Every second he’s not on screen, a little part of me dies…

Miss Minutes in the background: 😞

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I have a feeling Renslayer is suddenly gonna be much more amenable to joining Loki and Mobius now.

All those mannequins are so creepy.

A Rolodex? That’s his life’s work?

Okay… this just got weird on so many levels.

OKAY THIS JUST GOT SUPER WEIRD! 🚩‼️🚨 IF SHE POSSESSES ONE OF THOSE MANNEQUINS I AM SO OUTTA HERE

🎶 People always told me, be careful of what you do, don't go around breaking young girls' hearts. And mother always told me, be careful of who you love. And be careful of what you do, ‘cause the lie becomes the truth - hey hey!🎶

Dude, how did she even get here?

*dramatic entrance at the perfect time*

Mobius, look at her! I don’t think Ravonna is in the best headspace rn.

How many people are gonna barge in here??? Does he have any security at all? Even a single lock?

Also, are we really doing this again? This episode is bloated with will they/won’t they moments. It’s a “won’t” from me. I’ve decided.

The hair! 😍💯

So is Loki just gonna lie there and watch, or…?

So everyone gets free will but him? How do you know he won’t make better choices? He can’t be the one singular person in all of existence that is fated to be something specific!

Okay now I’m starting to feel a little bad for him.

“I can make my own choices.” That’s what I’m saying!

Who put Sylvie in charge? I’m sorry, but last time I checked, Loki doesn’t answer to you!

Seriously? You’re just abandoning her there??? Murder was a bad thing two seconds ago and now you’re both chill about it?

Aww, poor Sylvie. She really is the greatest victim in all this. How dare she be forced to decide to obsess over something 🙄

Yeah, I’m not sure sticking the two of them together is a good idea. I mean technically he’s dead, but what has that ever meant in the MCU?

Oooh, never mind - he’s dead dead. …Well, even so. Loki’s come back from worse.

Can any of these characters just pick a side?! Stop betraying each other so often; I can’t keep up! Who’s working with who???

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princesslizzyfnafton · 2 months

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Welcome!

My name is Elizabeth Afton! I’m here to answer your questions! If you have any, that is.

This is just going to be me goofing off in character. Please use the ask box to ask questions! I’m really excited to answer your questions, just check out these guidelines!

NSFW accounts, DNI please

Elizabeth can separate from Circus and Scrap Baby, but I will answer asks for them, just clarify they are for that character.

Basic timeline is before fnaf 6 but I’m willing to answer and interact in any timeline!

Death mentions and cussing aloud, please keep sfw

Please remember this is a little girl or an animatronic possessed by a little girl around the age of 10, or a 10 year old ghost girl.

All mentions of the Crying Child will refer to him as her twin brother.

Thank you!

Account admin is @queencringefangirl

Admin is over 18

Important tags under cut:

Tea party/ Mike's birthday: #lizzysfnafteaparty

Lead up to the first runaway attempt: #the vanny issue

First runaway attempt/ hypothermia: #run away attempt 1

Fallout from running away: #sick lizzy

The Birthday Arrest: #birthday arrest

Run away attempt 2: #run away attempt 2

The time she summoned all the variants of her family to fight for her: #summon the army

Cc ran away: #please don't go!

Run away attempt 3: #run away attempt 3

williamfnafton marries and divorces johnathanward-faith- #priest trap divorce

Jeremy and Mike are getting married <3: #jermike wedding

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I feel like I need a tinfoil hat rn...

So I was looking at the american girl wiki page for “retirement”, hoping they had a link to the old archives that I could use in the wayback machine (sadly, no). In the wiki article, the “digital museum” is mentioned, so i decided to check it out, and see if there were any old promo images I could snag from there.

Sadly, it’s a kinda janky 3d experience, so I couldn’t grab any images, but I DID find some kind of surprising things.

To start us off, not very surprising, here’s Kit’s room in the museum:

It makes sense that they’d make it for her original look, as we know it’s coming back soon, and development of rereleases and digital content both take ages, so the developer of this weird little digital experience probably was told before they started. It also looks, to my eye, like a new stock photo, but I could be wrong. Funny, but not weird. Let’s look at some other historicals!

Huh. Okay, that’s a little more out there. Sam’s in her original outfit, with her beforever bed. Off-screen, her old side table and trunk are also in the room, 3D-modeled with about the same level of detail as the bed (so... not much). A little odd, but probably meaningless. It IS weird, though, that they would show Sam in her old outfit, since she’s currently being sold in her new one, though she’s cubed atm. I’m 99% sure that’s an old stock photo though, so nothing groundbreaking, just weird.

Well now that’s a bit out there as well. Same issue as Sam - why would they show off the doll in the old outfit? I just don’t get it. But it still looks like an old stock photo, so it’s fine.

Kirsten! nice to see you buddy. Even though she’s not being sold atm, it still makes sense they’d put her here, as she’s one of the original three. I’m also convinced they’re planning to bring her back eventually anyways, so this is nothing groundbreaking to me.

Huh. It seems like all the cubed girls are in their old outfits. I still think it’s weird, but now that a pattern has been established, it seems almost less weird? Though I do think the implicit message that the old outfits are better is hilarious.

Girl what. This is where I started scratching my head. I suppose a similar argument could be made for Felicity’s inclusion that I made for Kirsten: she’s more core to the brand than some of the other retired historicals. But there’s some odd details. First, that logo is a new variant of her BeForever logo that we haven’t seen yet. But that could be explained by the developer changing the colors to suit her old look better - it’s not that wild.

However, second: is that a new stock photo? This is where I started feeling like I needed the tinfoil hat lol. My only good explanation for this one is that it’s not a new photo, I just haven’t personally seen it before. Which is very possible! So if you have, let me know, I guess??

All the other (currently available) historical characters were in their current outfits, and there were no other retired historicals present.

In my opinion, I don’t think this is solid evidence for anything in particular, but it is possible that they are going to eventually bring Felicity back, or at least it was being discussed when development started on this project (even if it’s not actually going to happen). Whether or not this is evidence, it’s still fun!

#american girl #agblr #american girl dolls #felicity merriman #kirsten larson #my posts #just a weird little thought journey i experienced today.

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GGY is bullshit: an essay which has escaped my drafts thanks to @thatoneautisticfnaffan (why I don’t think Gregory is patient 46)

Trigger warning: discussion of harm to children, trauma, mentions of ableism, and other potentially upsetting horror-typical discussions.

Content warning: long

I’d like to preface this with the fact that it has not been confirmed that Gregory is patient 46. I looked into it, and no, despite what people have said Scott has not outright stated Gregory is patient 46- not in Tales From the Pizzaplex and not in Security Breach. Got that noted? Alright. Because if we bear in mind that not every new theory turns out to be pivotal to canon or even true, I think I can decisively conclude that there is no way Patient 46 is Gregory- something I first argued in a Google Doc I didn’t do anything with in January of 2022. Since I’m stupid and did that on my now deleted school district account having switched districts (I checked, it’s disabled,) I’ll redo it here in the same manner I did it then- breaking down each part of Patient 46’s mannerisms, personality, past and behavior that makes her a far cry from a perfect match for Gregory.

Derailing Immediately- FNAF AR

That being said, I’d like to start with one… weird piece of evidence I found on the fnaf subreddit. A man named “Greg A.” listed in FNAF AR as connected to the company and on the birthday list.

…A birthday list that proclaims this Greg, the third or even fourth known “Greg” in the franchise (if you consider SB and TFTP Gregory two different characters being two variants of the same one) to be forty-four years old.

That one disproves itself, moving on.

Completely Different Personas- CD 2

We are introducing to patient 46 in the second therapy CD, which, by the way, has to be violating these guys’ rights. Regardless, when we meet patient 46, she- as referred to in other languages- is sitting silently in the office, upset about how bright it is. The therapist tells her that when the window is blocked it feels like a cubby hole or cave, indicating that to be the reason patient 46 likes it. Patient 46 doesn’t confirm or deny this, and the therapist is unsatisfied with her lack of a response, and asks if she’s not talking “again.”

Now here’s something you’ll hear me say later in an entire section dedicated to it.

Gregory cannot shut his fucking mouth.

This is not an insult, it’s a statement of fact with an extra swear word added to be haha funny. Gregory speaks faster than he thinks sometimes. Even when it’s to his detriment, he doesn’t have a lot of restraint on what he says.

If he’d stayed quiet at the beginning, he would have been able to simply hide and wait it out. He wasn’t being spoken to, even, but still responded. In fact, when he’s with Freddy, he talks a lot, and expresses any source of distress with seriousness. Gregory is always actively reaching out to him for help, guidance, and support, which tells me he’s never really had any person to provide that given just how heavily he relies on Freddy, and that calls into question him being a therapy patient who’s been to over seventy documented sessions.

But even when Gregory is completely alone, he still talks a lot. He expresses any immediate thought. He talks himself through the whole parts and service section, for one.

The therapist then tells patient 46 that everyone associated with this company gets performance reviews. A, if the therapist is his school counselor like in GGY, she wouldn’t call the school “this company.” B, the wording of this implied patient 46 knows she is getting performance reviews, but not the therapist.

Patient 46 is associated with Fazbear Entertainment in some capacity, seemingly working for them given she gets performance reviews from the company and is familiar with them.

You know who isn’t associated with it in any capacity?

Mr. “Your guest profile is unknown to me, who are you” Gregory.

Logistically, Patient 46 isn’t a Child- CD 4

In the fourth CD, a second therapist has replaced the first, but patient 46 is unbothered by this. The new therapist gets to talking and asks her two things that stand out: not if she considers herself a hacker, but if she knows what the words hacker and phenom mean.

Now, one would suspect from this that patient 46 is a child. However, I did a bit of math. And this is entirely not necessary to prove my point, but I grew up watching 2010s matpat. I’m thorough.

At this point, she has been to 73 days of therapy. If she’s been going daily, this means it’s been just under three months. However, you don’t usually go to therapy sessions daily unless it’s an extreme case, in which case the therapists would not be half as lenient as they are. Usually they’re biweekly. There are 52 weeks in one year, meaning 26 of those weeks she attends therapy. She has been attending therapy for about three years to have racked up 73 logged sessions. Which is possible for a child, under one particular circumstance: they have some sort of early onset mental illness or have undergone a traumatic event. While that can be argued for Gregory, it can’t for patient 46, and it undermines itself. A perfectly healthy and happy child wouldn’t be attending biweekly therapy for three years. An adult who’s displayed concerning manipulative tendencies and claims to have untreated trauma, however? That’s more likely.

The reason, then, that patient 46 is being treated like a child is up in the air, but my speculation makes it a bit of a tragic thing that indicates these therapists are, uh, failures.

Patient 46 may have autism.

The evidence is minor and my reasoning is anecdotal, but hear me out. Patient 46 seems to be nonverbal. She doesn’t speak, ever, and it’s pointed out by her therapists as a constant and recurring pattern. She doesn’t talk at all, and it seems to be that the office’s environment is the reason. The one that stood out from the beginning was that she nonverbally indicates to her therapist that the reason she isn’t speaking one day is that the flowers are too fragrant. This is sensory overload. Being autistic, her brain can’t filter out sensory input and when the flowers smell too strong, it overwhelms her, and she goes nonverbal in response.

Unfortunately, if she is autistic, especially if it’s more prevalent (like being frequently nonverbal), she is more likely to be treated like a child, even in adulthood. Ask any autistic person, or ask me, I have a story of it happening in therapy.

One of my symptoms of BPD is stress induced psychotic symptoms. They first appeared in middle school, and I believed I must have been schizophrenic. After months of fighting to get a psych eval, it came back that I wasn’t schizophrenic, but I was autistic, which I had also suspected. My therapist hadn’t believed me that I was autistic, and while I had previously been “so mature” in her eyes, as soon as the confirmation came that I had autism, she told me my near-psychotic symptoms were just my “overactive, childish imagination.” That was used to describe my symptoms for years, by every adult in my life- my OSDD symptoms, derealization, the return of my stress induced paranoia, it was just my childish imagination, which had never been brought up before. Because I was now autistic, I was no longer mature beyond my years, or even mature enough to understand anything about my own brain. I was a child with an overactive imagination and no crayons. I was a child.

And my autism went undetected for 12 years. In the case of someone whose autism had a clearly visible impact on their life from the outside, they would be treated even more childish. Disabled and mature do not coexist in the eyes of others, not even in the eyes of fucking psychologists. Back to patient 46, having “lower functioning” symptoms, she would be seen as inherently less mature than others her age.

Also worth noting is that it’s not likely at all that patient 46 is in for her potential autism. She is undergoing cognitive behavioral therapy, which is used for conditions like depression, anxiety, PTSD, OCD, etc. It’s the traditional “therapy” people think of, but it’s not all that there is to therapy, and cognitive behavioral therapy is not often used to help with autism because it’s not effective unless the patient is experiencing a mood disorder or something similar- especially anxiety. Therefore, patient 46 being a child doesn’t add up from a logistic standpoint- the only reason a happy child without any mental health issues or trauma would be in therapy for years would be for the autism discussed above, but she wouldn’t even be in CBT like we see her in.

The more likely scenario is that her therapists simply don’t see her as mature, likely as a result of a listed diagnosis or disability like autism, even though she is an adult.

Canonically, Patient 46 isn’t a Child. (Gregory Most Certainly is, and a Traumatized One at That)- CD 6 & 8

In the next CD, the therapist decides she would like to talk about patient 46’s childhood trauma without giving her a say in it, something she also does to Vanessa- she just sucks bad as a therapist. Although the story sounds possibly reminiscent of Gregory’s backstory- “what happened to your parents, and you, was tragic-” I don’t think she’s talking to Gregory at all, not only for reasons that will come up later as I try to stay focused on a linear progression of evidence, but also for two other reasons.

Firstly, she refers to the whole situation as though it’s all over and done. Both here and later on she refers to patient 46’s childhood as a thing of the past. Patient 46 no longer is a child, and everything that happened when she was a child is history. Gregory, however, is a child, actively affected by his situation, and it would be unproductive and outright incorrect to talk about his childhood that he’s still living and trauma that is still a prevalent and completely unresolved part of his life this way.

Secondly, she claims that patient 46 spends a lot of time by herself- which, Gregory may too, being that he’s fucking homeless and legally nonexistent, I know- but also that she’s good at self talk. This is… not what self talk means. That refers to your internal monologue, good self talk means giving yourself kind and positive messages. You’d think a therapist would know this. What the therapist means is patient 46 is an introspective person, who’s good at looking inside herself and making sense of her thoughts and feelings.

This is absolutely not Gregory, ok? First of all, Gregory is like, eleven? Maybe? He’s a kid, and a kid whose brain is developing and whose emotions are beyond his understanding because he’s… a kid. Kids at that age aren’t going to be able to sort out their feelings, especially not about a major life-altering trauma. It would be, again, unproductive and completely incompetent of a therapist to expect a kid who lost his whole life to be able to do that.

Furthermore, I have reason to believe Gregory specifically isn’t good at making sense of his emotions. He tends to react to things like he’s angry when he’s really scared- he complains, gets frustrated about irrelevant problems, and even outright yells at Freddy. This happens as a result of anxiety triggering anger as a self defense response, and is a big reason people act angry when they’re afraid. However, he doesn’t seem to know that he’s scared, which to me indicates he doesn’t have a close understanding of his own feelings.

Roughly two weeks after this session, the therapist wants to know if patient 46 has written down what made her feel the way she did about what happened in her youth, and we are given the information that she said she felt “sad and scared.”

First of all, a stereotypical answer, and one that hints that she isn’t telling the truth. Second of all, Gregory is not going to easily be able to admit he feels sad and scared about anything. He never even admits he’s scared through the six hours he’s being tracked down by a serial child murderer. And if he’s sad- that’s a whole other issue. There are signs through the game, the way he doesn't want to let go of Freddy, the way he runs away crying in the ending where he leaves the Pizzaplex even though nothing is chasing him. The way he becomes more vulnerable over time around Freddy. The way that any time he is sad or hurt is because he has lost Freddy, and he is alone. It all reads as a deep loneliness that adds up with him being an orphan. Not addressing sadness or fear like this allows him to be defensive, to protect himself, and that’s what he does. He wouldn’t be able to get an easy answer that he was sad and scared about the source of 90% of this fear because he holds back those feelings and doesn’t even recognize them. He never addresses or really even feels his fear. The one exception is the disassembled ending, and that’s when he’s literally cornered by the murderer trying to put his face on a missing poster and has absolutely zero means of self protection.

Patient 46 is Desensitized- CD 13

After a few weeks where patient 46 seemed to be skipping therapy, she returns to meet a fourth therapist. This therapist informs her she’s been told to discuss the disappearances of two of her previous therapists, and the confirmed death of the third.

It doesn’t seem as though they suspect patient 46 did anything- not yet, at least, given how quickly the therapist stops discussing it. But while the therapist does say she “has to” tell patient 46 one of her previous therapists was found dead and doesn’t want to upset her, when patient 46 isn’t upset by the “news,” the therapist decides it’s fine to go right on ahead and tell her that her corpse was horribly mangled by what appeared to have been machinery.

These are not things you tell a child, and again, Gregory is a child.

However, patient 46 is also notably unbothered, neither the news nor the description of the body upsets her, and her therapist calls that out. Most likely, patient 46 saw it happen or at least caused it, and was probably unbothered then too. It’s heavily suggested, after all, that she is the cause of the deaths.

Compare this again to Gregory, who sees the exact same thing happen to Vanny.

Gregory does have one line that always struck me as something a kid shouldn’t say so comfortably- “okay, but you’d better be careful moving around. I don’t want to be crushed and twisted into a meat pretzel.” While the people I was playing with were amused by this line, I found myself… a little horrified. Gregory spoke so casually about such a gruesome fate, it made me think that he was from an environment where his wellbeing, safety or even life was at risk to the point he’d grown desensitized to the idea, the thought always on his mind.

What he isn’t desensitized to, however, is harm to others. He’s upset by the idea of the disappearances that are happening and specifically that they won’t stop. He’s worried for Freddy- an animatronic- when he’s in a weakened state. And when Vanny is attacked?

If he even knew Vanny was a human, I don’t think he thought through what it meant to call for the STAFF bots to disassemble her. It was a spur of the moment reaction paralleling what she’d said to turn the bots on Freddy, and one that Freddy had suggested. The realization seems to set in when they corner Vanny. He covers his face to avoid seeing it, and runs away in horror. It’s a horrific thing to bear witness to, something you can’t unsee. And Gregory’s obvious fear shows that. Bear in mind: if Gregory was really secretly an evil murderer, he has no reason be hiding it right now. He could stand contently and watch her get dismembered alive, the only witness to his behavior is about to die, but he doesn’t. This is a consistent issue with this theory. If Gregory is lying to further some malicious plan, he keeps up the “act” when he has no one to fool. When he’s alone with his own thoughts, he drops no facade, no different side is revealed- it isn’t a facade, it’s his real life and feelings.

Gregory’s Utter Technological Mediocrity- CD 14

If there’s one thing GGY and patient 46 have in common aside from fucking everything, it’s that they’re both unusually good with computers. They can both hack into the pizzaplex’s systems, patient 46 does it multiple times and GGY can’t even be traced. Damning evidence that Gregory is GGY and patient 46?

No.

Gregory isn’t that good with technology. He’s worried to use the maintenance thing at first because it “looks complicated” even though it’s essentially simon says with spoken instructions. The only real hacking we see from him is putting a magnet on an ATM with a big red sticker saying not to put magnets on it that he can even find a message telling him to put a magnet on to mess it up. He’s far from a tech wizard, and really it’s about as much skill as you’d expect from a kid his age.

Plus, you’d think he’d be able to dismantle the enemy animatronics for good, or at least more efficiently, if he was some master of technology. Or get them to stop attacking him by hacking them. Or even do something GGY does and hack his entry pass to turn it into a security badge to allow him to get wherever he needs instead of endangering his life running around for the individual passes for hours. But nope.

Moving on.

Gregory Can’t Even Lie, Let Alone Manipulate Several Adults- CD 15 & 16

These last two sound like I’m just roasting Gregory. I’m not, I’m dead serious about this.

As revealed in the last two tapes, patient 46 has been manipulating someone else through encoded messages- if I had to guess, it’s Vanessa, who absolutely is not distressed when around Gregory- and has been lying about her trauma from the beginning.

As I covered earlier, if Gregory’s homelessness was a lie, it’s far too convincing, and he keeps it up way too long, literally causing his own death in the bad ending. It also doesn’t account for the clear emotional distress he experiences related to these supposedly fake traumas.

Furthermore, there’s one specific thing that can ONLY be explained by Gregory being homeless for real.

Throughout the game, Gregory hides from the animatronics in lockers, trash bins, carts, strollers, and Freddy. Thing is, he could really only feasibly fit into three of those. Strollers are made for babies, and Freddy’s stomach hatch is not big enough for a normal kid, it’s literally for cake and piñatas. The only way Gregory could fit in there is either if he’s used to cramping in spots like that for safety, or if he’s underweight and probably short for his age, both of which become possible and even likely explanations when you consider that Gregory has been homeless for god knows how long and is probably malnourished.

Not to mention, we meet a major plot hole here. The last therapist finds out about patient 46’s lies by checking her records. Gregory, lying or not, is legally nonexistent. What fucking records are being checked? All she would have is what he’s said.

However, more importantly, to be that successfully manipulative requires a lot, well, skill, in lying and tricking others. Knowing what buttons to push, how to twist the truth. Gregory doesn’t know this.

I don’t know if it’s inexperience, lack of skill or a mental block against lying, but he cannot. We’ve finally come back around to it:

Gregory can’t keep his mouth shut.

Through Security Breach, Gregory can upgrade Freddy with three parts- Chica’s voice box, Monty’s claws, and Roxy’s eyes. The only one Freddy suspects to be from his friends is Chica’s, which he knows immediately. But when he asks Gregory to tell him what happened, Gregory gives him a nondescript, obviously falsified half-truth. He speaks slowly, thinking through every word, deliberately and obviously leaving out any trace of his involvement, and even pretends to not know the word for “trash compactor” when relaying the story- an obvious indicator of a lie, trying to pretend you know as little as possible. When asked if she’s okay, he doesn’t even lie either. It would literally be easier to blatantly lie and say “yeah, she’s fine” than to give any semblance of the truth. Instead, he offers a half-reassuring answer: “she’s… still functional.”

When Freddy gets Roxy’s eyes, thing is, Gregory had a perfect cover up and way out. Even though Freddy knew that he had just been at the raceway where Roxy was, and you’ve already stolen one part, he doesn’t even THINK to suspect these may have come from an.. illicit source. If Gregory simply had thought through his words for a second, and not said anything, Freddy never would have known. Instead, he basically told Freddy outright that he took them from Roxanne. He doesn’t try to back down, either, and instead draws another half-truth. “There was an.. accident in the raceway.” And technically it WAS an accident. Roxy jumped onto the track and Gregory swerved. And just like he says, “nothing seems to stop her.”

While the realization isn’t entirely there with Monty, this is the one time Gregory doesn’t stick his foot in his mouth and give away the truth for no reason. But even so, he hints at it- when Freddy says he can break through gates just like Monty does, Gregory responds “exactly like he did.”

Gregory, for whatever reason, struggles with lying. He’s terrible at it. But patient 46 can lie and manipulate multiple psychologists for three years without any issue.

I Hate These Books- GGY Wiki Summary Lightning Round

You’re gonna have a hard time convincing me Gregory is 12. It can probably be done, but. As I mentioned he can fit into strollers made for babies and hatches made for cake. This one is minor I just needed to say it.

There’s a weird incongruence between GGY and game!Gregory, in personality, skill sets, actions and motivations. GGY just feels like a weird mesh of Gregory and patient 46.

I know the last therapist tells Vanessa that she works with a lot of places, including schools, but… school counselors don’t do that. They work at schools. Therapists will work with schools when they have a patient at that school, but that is a totally different situation from a school counselor. It absolutely does not make sense for the therapists to all just be school counselors. School counselors don’t even do regular therapy- Cawthon, you are thinking of a therapist.

If Tony knew Greg’s real name why wasn’t he the immediate suspect for GGY? This plot feels inherently flawed.

Why the hell were the school counselors meeting with the students alone in the middle of the night? This plot feels inherently flawed.

GGY has a known presence in the Pizzaplex, has records, and owns a guest pass. Guess who doesn’t? Gregory.

No fucking way is this how they’d make a big reveal like this. That’s bullshit. Absolute bullshit.

Everything this Kid Does is a Fucking Fear Response- the Part Where I Psychoanalyze FNAF Characters

OHH I’ve been ACHING to talk about this. Gregory is a character so defined by his fear, driven by a survival instinct and the fact that he is a child who doesn’t want to die.

As I’ve covered, Gregory shows signs of both anger displacement and anxiety manifesting as anger for self defense. The reason anger issues are common in PTSD is because it stems from fear and anxiety. Gregory seems so grumpy because he's scared, and looking for the pattern in when he shows serious frustration, annoyance or anger this becomes very apparent.

However, fear seeps into everything else Gregory does. When he begins to doubt he can even make it to the exit alone once Freddy isn't there to help. The shouting, genuinely upset tone he says he hates the map bot in. Him trying to reach out to Freddy every time he feels he's in crisis. The anger thinly veiling distress and terror at the constant threats to his life. The way he stutters a bit when he talks to himself. The gasping, heavy breaths you can hear from him whenever he's hiding, uneven and shaking, sometimes even sniffling. The genuine panic with which he addresses every threat, whether anyone is around or not- solidifying it is not an act- and the way he tries desperately not to let it overtake him. The fact that you can hear him stifling a scream as Chica drags him into the dump. He may be no crying child, but the constant sense of "I am going to die" he carries is absolutely a deep, life-threatening fear, and it follows him everywhere. And when we see all of that, so clearly, I'm going to have a real hard time believing he was secretly the villain all along.

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