#📌theorist anon

[polaroid-angel]

Hello hello! I'm back! Just something I've been wondering, how many timelines are you aware of? I have trouble trying to figure out where one starts and another crosses over.

And uhhh....what was i going to say....Oh! Something about a restaurant. Was that dude with the ginger hair missing an ear?

I don't have much info about the reason why, sorry.

And of course, in ARG speak.

P kvu'a aybza aoha kbkl dpao aol dopal ovvkpl. Uva vul ipa. Ol tpnoa il pucvsclk pu aoha vul hyzvu pujpklua.

Cringy, I know. Have fun decoding!

[theorist anon]

"... N-Now that you mentioned it... I did remember meeting an auburn haired man with that description..."

"He was pitiful, thin, and sickly."

"I remember finding him distraught over his dead lover."

"He said it had been months since her death and he could not move on."

"He cried and mourned her death."

"He begged for a second chance with her."

"That if he had enough time, he could cherish every waking moment on Earth with her."

"And I reached out, because his cries hurt my soul. Dare I say, his declaration of love brought me anguish."

"And soon after... when I let him go, he looked better—well, even."

"He left the moment he had forgotten about his troubles."

"..."

"But soon after..."

"I began to get nightmares."

"About being eaten, cut open, set ablaze, cooked and served on a platter."

"It was the most troubling night of my life..."

"And it seems that hooded man may have something to do with it. Just a guess."

🔍You have gained INSIGHT !

[cl0ckworkqueerness]

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hi my name is jordan or robin, i don't really have a preference but i typically go by jordan offline and robin online

my pronouns are he/him ONLY, and please only use typically masculine-based terms (i.e. "man", "guy", etc) for me. you do not need to know the details of my transition or my body.

i am a transgender man, and although i do have a condition that some view as under the intersex umbrella (PCOS), i don't consider myself intersex personally-- although if you have it and you do, that's totally fine with me, as your experience is probably different from mine

I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL THEORIST OBVIOUSLY i'm just some guy in his early 20's who's throwing his hat into the ring so please don't blindly accept my opinions as fact. or anyone's opinions, for that matter. but especially that of a guy who's just now learning things and sitting solidly upon Mount Stupid of the Dunning-Kruger graph

i'm here to learn more about and give my thoughts on gender studies, as well as develop my own hypotheses, theories, and opinions. i would love people's input on their experiences, especially if they don't match mine. i want to learn as many sides as i possibly can to get a big-picture grasp on the concepts of gender, sex, and everything else that may be discussed here

this blog will be entirely focused on subjects relating to sex, gender, gender discrimination, trans people and issues, intersex people and issues, queerness, and occasionally sexual and romantic orientation. any other subject matter will be addressed as it relates to any of these topics (for example, how black trans people face intersectionality of transphobia and racism, or how neurodivergent people often do not have their gender taken seriously)

i am not going to critically engage with bad-faith arguments. if i am going to engage with them at all, then it is going to be public mockery or using a bad-faith argument as an opportunity to learn or speak about something related to it. if you step into my ask box, especially if you're going anon, you agree to whatever i may say in response to it being posted publicly even if that means making fun of you. if you do not want this, do not send an ask

i will NOT tolerate, under any circumstance, any kind of prejudice, e.g. transphobia (including, but not limited to, transmisogyny AND transandrophobia), interphobia/intersexism, or any other kind of prejudice, even if it is not relating to gender. yes, this includes androphobia, which very often comes with gender essentialism. i am NOT an anti-feminist MRA, so fuck off if you want to strawman me and say that i am

i will primarily be talking about my own firsthand experiences, which may include more mentions of transandrophobia than transmisogyny. i will do my best, though, to emphasize the equality of these struggles, because neither are worse than the other and they are both severe problems that must be addressed with serious attention, especially if either are coming from inside the trans community itself

under the cut are a few of my general beliefs. if you don't want to read through the rest, that's totally fine and i understand, this post is long enough already lmao

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first of all, any of these beliefs may shift or alter over time. if that is the case i will regularly check this and make sure no edits need to be made, and if something conflicts with a post i made, please refer to the original post rather than this list

and also, all of these are opinions that i hold. if you disagree with anything, we can talk about it

with that in mind, let's begin!

to me, gender has no categories or boxes to fit everyone into. rather, gender is sort of an internal perspective of the self, which may or may not change over time, and is different for everyone, much like an internal fingerprint. you cannot tell someone's exact gender by their self-expression, nor simple descriptive words like "non-binary" or "man" or "woman". there is nothing prescriptive or inherent about any of these labels, and these labels are not and can never be "categories", and thus by nature are difficult to define. the closest i've gotten is describing a sort of "core" of a person which these words can describe, but everything connected to it can be of any nature so long as it supports and upholds the core. but this idea is very underdeveloped as of right now and i'll need to think about it

the presence or lack of gender dysphoria in someone has no bearing on someone's transness. that is to say, you don't need it to be trans, and you don't need to be trans if you have it. gender euphoria is an experience most powerfully felt by trans people, so if i were to explain what makes someone trans in very simple terms, it would be "experiencing intense gender euphoria with certain words, phrases, aspects of presentation, activities, or other stimuli". i believe there's more to it than this-- the idea that cis people may experience some form of gender euphoria is on my list of ideas to flesh out-- but generally speaking this is the belief i hold. this also means transmeds get fucked lmfao

bioessentialism (assigning inherent attributes based on sex) and gender essentialism (assigning inherent attributes based on gender) are always bad no matter for what purpose(s) they're used. no exceptions. this means i will not be seeing eye-to-eye with most radfems-- yes, even trans-inclusive ones-- unless they can actively challenge the notion of anyone having any inherent traits because of their manhood, womanhood, femininity, masculinity, or anything of the sort

sex, much like gender, is not binary. there are multiple different characteristics that don't just come down to chromosomes, and to define sex as purely chromosomal is beyond stupid because human bodies are more complex than that

gender as most see it in western society today is a social construct, however to me, gender is tied to one's sense of self that is built upon social interactions and culturally-constructed ideas, concepts, etc. that is to say, gender is who "you" are, constructed by how you interact with society

gender as most see it in western society today should be deconstructed and replaced with the idea that, basically, you can be whoever you want forever. anyone should be able to incorporate anything into their gender that makes sense for them, yes, even "weird" or unconventional things, including any and all pronouns that you use

everyone regardless of gender is hurt by discrimination based on sex, gender, etc. which means yes, men are hurt by misogyny too and the only way to eliminate systemic and social misogyny is to eliminate all systemic and social sex and gender discrimination

cant believe i have to say this. transandrophobia is a real thing. androphobia is a real thing. men can suffer in ways different than women but those ways are still very real. discrimination, prejudice, even bigotry are not exclusive to one, "most oppressed" group. it is not the fucking oppression olympics, get your head all the way out of your ass. baeddelists can fuck right off

all ideas that borrow from gender critical theory, gender essentialism, bioessentialism, or any other ideology that is exclusionary towards one or more types of trans people should NOT be portrayed as "progressive", nor should they be adopted by anyone who actually gives a damn about making a change for a better and more inclusive future. basically, do not sit at the TERF table if you don't wanna get called a TERF

people should be believed for the labels they define themselves with, because even if they're liars, what good does it bring to risk gatekeeping a real person with real experiences. this goes for sex, gender, sexual orientation, romantic orientation, so on and so forth. this also applies to everything else in my mind but for here i'll mainly be talking about it in relation to these things

some people's definitions of themselves might not make sense to you, and that's okay. there are some things that don't even make sense to me yet. but i choose to live and let live, and i think pretty much everyone would benefit from others doing the same. sometimes, what people say about themselves isn't really supposed to make sense to anyone but themselves. the human experience is a complicated mess in every other regard, so why is this any different

i'll probably end up adding more as i continue to think and process my own ideas. until then, that's basically everything i can think of right now

good-faith debates and challenges are welcome, although i might not respond to everything. i will try my best to keep on top of education and information, but i promise i will get some things wrong. in those cases, i wish to be better informed so that i don't perpetuate misinformation or poorly-supported ideas

and finally, in case you haven't seen my banner:

i believe that's everything! thanks for reading all this way, and i look forward to this experience

[polaroid-angel]

You're alive! Yay!!!!!

ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

I was very worried, y'know? I don't think I'm ready to lose a best friend yet

>[You know, it's crazy to think an anon would somehow get attached to someone they've only shared their theories with but here we are.]

On top of that, it seems like the place here is probably close by to the burned down restaurant. Considering that the soot around the place was not obvious.

Oh! And hello to you too Mr. Vincent, I see that you've survived the fire. Good to know that my theory wasn't wrong. Any problems with with your body other than back aches?

[ theorist anon ]

( cw: implied and physical abuse, manipulation )

Forcas seemed glad the anon was willing to talk to him even after he's been captured taken in by Vincent. The man had an agenda and Forcas wanted to make sure he could leave.

It was, however, nice to know that he wasn't too far from the restaurant and that he could find clues there.

Another theory. How interesting. Now that he pondered it, Vincent seemed to visibly struggle just from moving.

It was only natural since he survived a literal fire, but hey.

"Mmnh... thank you, my friend. I doubt I'd be ready to die, though. It feels kinda sacrificial."

Vincent, however, seemed unnerved when the anon spoke about their theory. Does this mean that they know about everything?

If so, Forcas had to have known, he's sure of it, so sure.

"Forcas, how does your friend know about me?"

"Wh- but its—"

"Ne me mens pas, merde!"

A slap sounded in this empty room.

Stunned, Forcas held his cheek. What just happened? His friend didn't even speak a lot. It must have been something that they said, yes. It must have been that.

Vincent had grown visibly more distressed when they spoke about the fire, after all.

He needed to defend them.

"AGH-! Fuck, Vincent- I haven't even done anything, what the HELL!?"

And just as he had hit him, Vincent quickly changed to soothe Forcas's anger, placing a hand on the other's shoulder with an almost gentle smile.

Forcas swallowed back his rage since his mother tended to do the same thing. Vincent was only mirroring her behavior more—

Making promises that Forcas is sure he won't keep, gently trying to soothe him after quite literally doing the opposite seconds ago, and trying to keep him away from friends. Forcas wanted to retaliate

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean to do that. I have a temper, I lost it. I'm sorry, Forcas. I won't hit you again. D'accord? D'accord?"

How odd. Forcas felt some sort of power surging through him right after Vincent hit him. Eh, he's sure it's nothing.

"... answer their question, it's only courtesy that you do since you fucking slapped me."

"Well... I'd say the other thing—apart from chronic pain—is muscle strength deduction. Go figure."

Vincent waved for the anon to leave, his head was fragile and he wasn't letting the words of some stupid anonymous get to him so easily.

[polaroid-angel]

Hey there, me again. Just did a quick check in. Asmo had to leave because of some...contract quota. I think. Something about 50 contracts.

>[ The anon adjusted its cracked sunglasses. The bandages wrapped around their head was a good indication that they got shot. In the head.]

Anyways, a pendant right? Didn't you mentioned that you knew someone named Manon? What if that's her? She's probably Rody's lover and if her belongings are down there, then that means she got involved with Vincent as well. I'm glad to see you're still alright!

[theorist anon]

"M-Manon...?"

Oh no, what a familiar name... it was that woman, he recalled, back in his childhood. No, it could not be her... yet when he opened the pendant to check for something...

He saw a miniature picture, one with Rody and Manon.

All instinct gave in to fear, he needed to leave the building and fast. He should never have gone down to the basement in the first place anyways.

"O-Oh, God... I'm so screwed if I don't get out..."

[polaroid-angel]

I don’t know how to go about this. And I DEFINITELY know you barely know who I am. But you mentioned uh uhhhh someone I know, right? And your name is Valefar from what I heard from Asmo.

The Angel you mentioned. He’s not doing…well. Well, he’s not hurt at least. I can say that. There’s this person who has him inside a building and-and I….I don’t know what to do. I can’t do much and all I can do is just make theories!

>[The anon goes into a downward spiral. Going on and on about a fire…and about abandoned buildings?]

Maybe you can help him? I know one person is helping but the more the merrier…right? Please?

[theorist anon]

"Easy, calm thyself."

It's not like he's panicking either.

"From what I gather, Forcas hath been captured by a person and is within a building?"

What an interesting tip-off. The anon went on a downward spiral about abandoned buildings, but most notably, a fire.

A fire labeled arson case in the 1960s fated to be left unsolved as the perpetrator had not been found. This was the same case Forcas grew strangely attached to.

"I'm just finding more clues. What if the cult set the fire?"

Oh, how his assumption was wrong. Valefar knew there was more to this "fire" and Forcas's captor.

He needed to be serious. To prove himself worthy.

"Couldst thou tell me where his last known location was?

[polaroid-angel]

Alright…I better say this while he’s not around to hear me….I think. Here’s part of my theory.

That fire was not an accident. The wine bottle you see? It’s the only thing left from a fight that broke out inside the…what did he call it…a bistro? Yeah- Yeah, right as the fight went on, bottle was smashed on Vincent’s head. Or something…Ah! Anyways!

The only problem is that my theory can go so far. I only have the wine bottle to go off of and everything else was burned. I know that the broken bottle could be used as a weapon but that’s all.

He mentioned something about a basement. Maybe you should…wait no. Never mind. If I let you do that you’ll get hurt Any insight on the girlfriend I mentioned? She’s a key part of this…hopefully.

[theorist anon]

"So... Rody set the bistro ablaze..."

A bit extreme, but he knows why.

He had mentioned a girl—Manon. And Forcas was very well acquainted with her.

When he was but a wee child, he remembered meeting her at a pastry store, one which her parents ran to keep themselves afloat. Sneaking him free snacks when he passed by was routine but now he doesn't know where she is.

Though his morbidity filled the gaps for him.

"I'll take a wild guess and bet on Vincent killing her. He doesn't seem opposed to that."

Now he really wanted to leave.

[polaroid-angel]

I feel that I should answer this question....Hey uhh, Vincent? Like I mentioned before, I've backread through as many conversations possible. Although you had a hoodie on, I could still recognize you indirectly. Through speech patterns and the like.

The rest is history as I connected the dots fast. The only thing that still concerns me is the how?

And I think I should say sorry, like really sorry. I probably hit a nerve there. I don't think I meant to! Uhhh, I got lemon drops to make up for it!

*places a small bag of lemon drops somewhere*

By the way, are you still able to see Forcas? I noticed you didn't have your glasses.

[theorist anon]

"The how, I also don't understand. The newspapers deemed you dead."

Vincent winced as he turned to Forcas. Moving his muscles alone felt like his whole body was burning again, but he was trying not to show it.

Also, the fact that Forcas knew meant he was looking into the incident—looking for him.

Vincent chuckled lowly.

"It's fine, mon ami. But how I survived is mostly none of your concern."

"To satiate your curiosity, though, I will just say that I crawled out of there alive."

Vincent glanced at Forcas as he took a lemon drop from the bag given to him.

He had forgotten to retrieve the detective's glasses but now that doesn't seem to be an issue, in fact, it was more beneficial on Vincent's end After all, Forcas is having a hard time finding things.

"... I can see, but it's... extremely blurry... The only things I can decently see are my hands and this lamp near me."

[polaroid-angel]

Hi there! Did you find anything yet? I am currently in pain right now, but I do have a few things I observed.

First thing, uhhh if you were having those dreams of getting eaten after, what if that person was someone he knew? What if that person….was Vincent? The same dude that kept up a reputation- *pauses for a bit to double over from the pain*- so that would allow him to slip under the radar when he eats someone?

Another thing I have to ask…you said that your neighbors experienced something? A snowstorm in the middle of summer? Were there any mentions of a car accident too?

Now I would say the last thing, but I feel like my head is about to split apart. So don’t die please.

[theorist anon]

"Firstly... Have some water, my friend, that could help with headaches."

Forcas tried to remember some details. His neighbors, he doesn't remember much of, but...

"They did... I think-? In fact, they told me the blizzard happened during the crash like it was some sort of flashback. I dunno how to explain it..."

"When you see 'em, best to ask them yourself."

But that detail was interesting.

One about his dreams after having helped a poor unfortunate auburn-haired man. Vincent has something to do with him? It meant the man could have known him before.

Too bad he couldn't find him again.

But eating someone was a bit much... no one would be that insane... would they?

"I guess I'll have to find out myself..."

[polaroid-angel]

Hey there! It's me again, not tired anymore.

If you DO plan on going to the burnt-wait no, burned site, I suggest looking out for some sort of knife. Or broken glass. As comparable to a house fire, it can reach temperatures of up to 1,100°F (593°C). Glass may break at that temp but! It won't melt. Neither will the blade.

I just know there's something there and it'll definitely help! Oh and something about those changes in staff feels off. Especially how he responded to it... Anyways! You've mentioned something about a cult, so do they happen to have some sort of logo or uhhh...any symbol? Might make it easier to search.

Oh and...I wish you good luck? Or is it stay safe?? Maybe both, take your pick. *lightly tosses a bunch of caramel candies*

[theorist anon]

Ah, caramel candies. Sweet, no pun intended.

Sadly, he doesn't remember a lot about this cult other than it was terrible. He did, however, know one thing.

"There... was a woman there... she's the only thing I remember, for some reason."

"Ahaha... and glass...? I'll... look for that."

[polaroid-angel]

I just got the biggest dot connection I've ever had. ANd it definitely had something to do with those visions ya got there buddy!!!!

Ok, so! Have you- Have you heard of the dude who owned the restaurant? RIght?! THis definitely ties in later. He's the same guy that was- well, he was- Anyways, like i mentioned before, involved in fire.

Uhh, something something were there any traces of the-that dude's death and did you- you go to the burnt site for any clues???

And uh uhhhh, that's all! Good night!

{Looks like the anon passed out. Whether it was from the sugar crash or lack of sleep, who knows.}

[theorist anon]

"...! OH-! Right!! That reminded me, thank you for mentioning the site...! I might be able to find clues on the cult there...!"

It seems he's finally remembered to check that place out! Good on you, anon!

"A-And the man... the owner—Vincent Charbonneau?"

Forcas rummaged through his bag. There were hoards and hoards of frustratingly useless items, but aside from those trinkets, he found a newspaper clipping.

"I... found an interview in an old paper..."

"When Chef Charbonneau opened his innovative restaurant at La Gueule de Saturne, it had grown to steady success among older, more classically refined patrons. However after 6 years of its opening it’s remained a modern dining location despite many initial concerns of its monthly rotation and strict menu growing stale as a form of contemporary dining. Despite the dining experience staying consistent, critics have recently noted a drastic shift in employee numbers"

"I asked him about these changes."

"'I’ve prided my location not only on what I can personally bring to the table, but on the talent and passion my workers can provide.'"—

Blegh, boring interview stuff.

"So that's Vincent Charbonneau. He's... he sounds pretty nice."

"Let's see if that will hold up. It's time I visited that burn site."

[polaroid-angel]

Desperate? Was he begging you to heal his girlfriend too? Wait no, has he even mentioned anything about a girlfriend?!?!

As for the conversations....if it makes you feel any better, the fish stuff made me laugh. Like dude, it's just an anon saying fish! What they gonna do spawn a fish storm? lmao

On that topic, were there any memories regarding a snowstorm? Or have you had any related to snow yet?

[theorist anon]

"Hm... he never mentioned a girlfriend. Just that I should heal him."

"And memories of snow... nothing much. Actually, two newbies applied to be junior detectives, they're my neighbors."

"I think their names were... Orlov and Bosko? I prefer remembering people's last names. They applied because of an incident in their younger years."

"Said something about a blizzard in summer. Prolly might just be my memories screwing me over."

The odd feeling of being watched had returned. It crawled up his spine then bit into his heart like a black widow. He almost choked on his drink.

He looked around, panicking as he did so. Looking for the eyes watching him from afar or nearby.

Nothing. It was suspicious.

Somehow, his instincts were screaming. The heavens above were warning him of imminent danger.

"Hmm..."

Someone with a white hood was watching from afar. Still, there were lots of people wearing white hoods. He must be getting paranoid.

It's just him in his angelic lunacy. He's fine.

[polaroid-angel]

Hi…again. I must be an annoying thing at this point.

>[I wonder what it’s up to…Oh. They’re tapping the window. Sounds like a code.]

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>[The tapping stops. Not wanting to risk getting kicked out. But they trust that he can figure it out.]

I managed to get a friend of yours to find your glasses…I have a feeling it’s damaged though. Were you able to find anything before you…uhh…ended up here?

[theorist anon]

Forcas looked around, but couldn't find his glasses. He doubted this anon's word for the first time since he met them. They were usually always speaking the truth, but the glasses were nowhere to be found.

However the code they gave him made up for that.

Rody IS the ginger-haired man that worked for Vincent. The one Vincent seems to be obsessing over.

Forcas's blood ran cold, but the blood trickled soon after he had the revelation ran warmer.

His name is Rody Lamoree.

You remember that name now?

"Goddamn it. If Vincent finds out I had seen him... I don't know what he'd do to me..."

He wiped his nosebleed on his blanket. He might as well fuck up Vincent's stuff if he was gonna stay here. He'd rather be anywhere but here.

"I did find something. A broken wine bottle. But that's it. D... Did they both fight or something? It'd probably explain the guy's injuries..."