#2ndp

[revenant-coining]

ok i remade my 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person pronoun checkers as well as my title and honorific checker, here are the links:

1stpp (link) | 2ndpp (link) | 3rdpp (link) | title and honorific (link)

[m-grouped]

🦠 ;; GOO/GOO/IER/IERS/GOOIERSELF !!

⟩⟩ PHONETIC SPELLING — goo / goo / ee-ur / ee-ur / goo-ee-urself "

⟩⟩ IPA SPELLING — ˈgu / ˈgu / iʊr / iʊr / ˈguiʊr-ˈsɛlf "

🦠 !! USEAGE ;; Goo went to the store by gooierself, but goo accidentally took ier sibling's wallet with goo. Goo still got everything goo wanted, though, because goo told the cashier the wallet was iers.

> FLAG + COINING BY !! @m-grouped

📗 TERM COINING ;; Jan 10, 2023

❇️ FLAG CREATION ;; Jan 11, 2023

FLAG ID ;;

A flag with 9 horizontal stripes. The center 3 stripes (fourth, fifth, and sixth) are smaller than the rest. The color of the stripes from top to bottom are dark green-grey, green-grey, pale green, pastel chartreuse, pale green, pastel chartreuse, pale green, green-grey, and dark green-grey. In the center is a pastel chartreuse cartoon splat. // END FLAG ID.

↓↓ Transcript under the cut ↓↓

Goo/goo/ier/ier/gooiers

Phonetic spelling: goo / goo / ee-ur / ee-ur / goo-ee-ur-self

IPA spelling: ˈgu / ˈgu / iʊr / iʊr / ˈguiʊr-ˈsɛlf

Useage: Goo went to the store by gooierself, but goo accidentally took ier sibling's wallet with goo. Goo still got everything goo wanted, though, because goo told the cashier the wallet was iers.

Flag and coining by @m-grouped

Term coined on January 10th, 2023

Flag made in January 11th, 2023

Flag ID: A flag with 9 horizontal stripes. The center 3 stripes (fourth, fifth, and sixth) are smaller than the rest. The color of the stripes from top to bottom are dark green-grey, green-grey, pale green, pastel chartreuse, pale green, pastel chartreuse, pale green, green-grey, and dark green-grey. In the center is a pastel chartreuse cartoon splat. /end flag ID

[hypnosiacon-archived]

[Image ID: A nine striped flag, its colors going as follows, a bigger stripe of reddish brown, desaturated purple blue, muted teal, a thinner stripe of beige, a very big stripe of off white, a thinner stripe of beige, desaturated golden beige, darker desaturated beige with a purple tint, a bigger stripe of muted purple. End ID]

Omninoun: A term for words that the user has deep connection to and uses it in their identification fully or partially. One uses them as honorific, as a name and as pronouns in any form of this word.

For example if ones omninoun is Cat, then this user uses / has this word as honorific (Cat. ), name and pronoun (Cat/cats and / or Ca/Cat, including 1st and 2nd person pronouns) at the same time.

[Image ID: A red divider, on the left end is the Adaptus Symbol from Transformers, a gear-shaped symbol with circles where it is indented, and on right end is a triangle.]

[watercolormogai]

Hi guys ! Just thought that kei'd let you all know that kei have this that kei made a while back that's for testing out pronouns :

[mourningmogaicrew]

2nd person neopronouns

Second person neopronouns, abbreviated as 2ndp/Spn neopronouns, are pronouns used in place of you/yours.

Examples:

-thou/thee/thy/thine/thyself (archaic)

-ye/you/your/yours/yourselves (archaic plural)

-vow/vor/vors/vorself

-vwoo/vwoor/vwoors/vwoorself

-you/your/yours/yourselves (plural)

-you&/your&/yours&/yourself& (semi-plural)

-pronouns that combine I/me and you/your for plural people

-ye/yer/yers/yerself

-u/ur/urs/urself

-yx/yxr/yxrs/yxrself

-gen/genser/gensers/genserself

-ya/yar/yars/yaself

-you/yours but with typing quirk variations: for example y0u/y0ur/y0urs/y0urself or you/your/yourz/yourzelf

-the 2nd person pronouns shown on this list

There could also be emoji/pictopronouns in the second person, which I recommend using in the format of [x]/[x]r/[x]rs/[x]rself to differentiate them from 3rd person neopronouns (which mostly use [x]/[x]s/[x]self format). For example ☆/☆r/☆rs/☆rself. But you can use whatever format you want as long as you specify that they're in the 2nd person.

There could also be 2nd person xenopronouns.

I’ve seen 1stp neopronouns around but no official coining post for a second person version so here’s one. I am not the first person to come up with this, but as far as I know I am the first to make a flag for it!

I've also made flags for thou/thee, ye/you, vow/vor, vwoo/vwoor, you/yourselves, you&/your&, ye/yer, yx/yxr, gen/genser, ya/yar, you/yourz, and 🌸/🌸r pronouns which I will be posting soon hopefully.

My template for 2ndp neopronoun flags is under the cut if anyone wants to use it.

I don’t use photoshop/canva/etc so you can’t really tell in the template but the thin dark gray stripes around the middle are the same color as the middle stripe (black) just set to 35% opacity. I like the overlay it gives the other stripes but it’s really not necessary.

Make whatever stripes you want darker or lighter, use a gradient or don’t, there is no pattern! I just think 2ndp neos are cool and I hope more people coin them.

Flag IDs in alt text.

[v0idcoining]

“You”/”Your”/”Yours”/”Yourself” 2ndp pronoun flag

(Works in the same way 3rdp pronouns work, where one is being referred to with such pronouns, not reffering to other individuals)

[radiomogai]

yes we're aware of the irony of using "I" and "you" in this, but unfortunately it's the best option we have for a widespread poll

this is just for our own curiousity!!! you don't have to use 1stp and 2npd neopronouns for this, it's an and/or sort of situation

[creaturebrood]

a pretty good excuse (1/2)

sypnosis - You find your heavily-pregnant ex boyfriend on a tram-bus while on your way to your cousin's place for a party you don't want to go to. feat - Javier (OC, he/him)

contents - trans mpreg, labor pains & eventual birth, implied past assault/abuse, 2nd person POV, queer reader word count - 2842 words, goddamn

(if you think you've seen this before you're right - i initially posted this a day or so ago but tumblr nuked it so i'm reposting without the inline link.) (edit: it worked. i'll link my oc rentry some other way)

You were on your way to your family home for the holidays - one of your cousins always insisted on throwing this huge party feast thing to bring the family together for festivities. It was never anything you really wanted to go to, for "queer person having to visit their overwhelmingly cishet family" reasons, but your parents always insisted, not wanting you to drop off the face of the earth since you'd moved out a couple years back. None of them were openly bigoted, but it was clear none of them could relate to your struggles, and you were always outcast from the intricate social circles they naturally fell into. Unfortunately, their lack of obvious distaste meant you felt like you always had to come up with a good excuse not to visit them, and, well, you were already waiting for transport, so that window was closing fast.

A cool breeze, signifying the arrival of the tram-bus to the station, blew through your hair as the vehicle slowed to a stop. The doors slid open, you threw your bag back over your shoulder and stepped inside, and as you'd expected, the front of the tram was pretty full. Busier than usual with the bustle of holiday travel, of course, but it was just as likely some were still just commuting to work. You make your way towards the back, which was always a bit less populated… you're not thrilled by what you see. An ex-boyfriend, heavily pregnant, is in the far corner of the very last row of seats. He - Javier - was clearly trying to hide himself away, on top of being obviously very uncomfortable. You still catch one another's eye - he seems about as miserable to be sharing this ride with you as you are him. Hurriedly, you avert your gaze, and sit yourself down in the second-to-last row seat on the side furthest from him. The empty gap of space between your seats does not feel like enough distance in the slightest, and you quickly realize you cannot get the sight of him out of your mind. You'd known he was pregnant, it was even the source of the breakup, but this was the first time in months that you'd seen him, and his figure seemed almost grotesque compared to the other pregnancies you'd witnessed. Desperate for a distraction, you take your phone out of your pocket, shoving in your earbuds as the tram jolts and starts moving. You swear you can hear a groan coming from his direction before your music begins.

You manage to mostly ignore him for almost an hour, but eventually, the questions piled up. Whether his figure had been exaggerated in your head or not, what exactly he was even doing while you were trying so hard to ignore him being there. Whether he was thinking about you like you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him. His belly was still burnt into your head, massive and heavy. You had to see it again, just to confirm - you tilt your phone onto its side, open the camera app, and switch to the front-facing view before angling it just enough to let you see him in the corner. He was almost… Worse than your brief initial glance, as bunched up as he could manage and clinging to the horizontal seat in front of him for dear life.

It was, honestly, hard to look at. Looking away was harder, though, and your mind fixated on him, squinting at your phone's screen to try and make sense of what you were seeing. As the tram came to another stop, you found he was trembling, too, rather than the shakiness you'd just assumed was caused by the natural bumps of the ride. It began to sink in that you might have to actually do something about this. More questions begin to swim in your head - why was he alone here, anyway? Maybe you weren't the only one he cheated on, you thought bitterly. How long had it been? A few seasons had passed, at least.

The timeline you recalled put another thought in your head. You were sure it'd been well over nine months.

God damn it, he was probably in labor. Irritated, you roughly stuff your phone back in your pocket. This wasn't your responsibility. You didn't have to interact with it at all - but you couldn't just ignore it, either. That'd be even worse, surely? He was a lucky motherfucker for you to be the one who found him, the city was dangerous for people who were vulnerable. Reluctantly, you shift towards the aisle, then stand, grasping one of the support bars to keep yourself up as the tram once more jolts into movement - you're not the only one, you see Javier's body tense and curl in on itself in time with the vehicle you're in. You can hear his breathing as you approach - ragged and sharp, his exhales lined with tiny, hushed whines - and no matter how much you'd demonized the man in your head since the breakup, you couldn't deny that seeing him like this was sort of getting to you.

There was no way you were going to show that, though. Not after what he'd done. Your voice is gruff, accusative when you speak to him, intent on getting some kind of answer before you were willing to help.

"Where's the daddy?" You ask. "Shouldn't they be here for this?" Your ex barely reacts, aside from pressing himself tighter into the corner, which was apparently possible. The fingers on his free hand - the one not clenching the seat in front of him - are pressed tightly into the fabric concealing his overburdened belly.

You force your eyes away from it, trying again to get his attention. Frustration was already rising in you, joining the bundle of other negativity you held about your fractured relationship.

"Hey. Where is. Your partner?" The impatience in your voice was obvious, now. Finally, you got a response. Javier meets your glare with his own, sharp and defensive. He looks utterly trapped. "Go. Go away," he forces out, in between ragged breaths. You feel your anger shift - but your stubbornness forces your annoyance back to the forefront. "Believe it or not, I actually want to help you," you snapped, your voice raised, but not enough to alert the other passengers. You weren't expecting Javier to flinch the way he did. It wasn't really like him - the standoffish-ness was, sure, but you'd never really seen him cower before. Blinking, you take a step back, re-center yourself, and after a moment, you quietly sit down beside him, taking off your shoulder-bag to place it on an adjacent seat.

"Okay," you begin, "okay. I need you to talk to me. Will you talk to me?" There was nothing but a small grunt in reply, and even that took a few seconds. Fine. "Where is the other parent?" Your question, and the rest of your demeanor, shifted as you let yourself analyze his reaction - you were more concerned than accusative, now. Your ex's head remained buried into the crook of his sleeved arm, and more seconds passed, feeling long and drawn out. Again, his voice is ragged when he speaks. "Don't know. Not here." "Are you.. Still together?" It would definitely be weird to leave your laboring partner on a tram in this condition.

"N- no. Maybe. Don't know if we ever were."

Well, you're not really sure how to take that. Had you fucked up? Maybe if you'd not rushed into conclusions - you cut yourself off, realizing you were doing it again. Hesitantly, you follow up - "did you ever want to be?"

Javier gives no response, but you didn't really need one. The lack of an answer was an answer in itself - maybe rushing to conclusions this time had been accurate. Silently, your brain started to go a little haywire. You should have heard him out, but no. You hadn't, and look where it got you both.

Regardless, nothing could be done about it now. You gather your thoughts, again. "I am so sorry. You don't have to forgive me, but I am so sorry." More silence. His form, which had steadied a bit since you'd sat down, was shaking again. "It's. Not your fault." "We can figure that out later," you cut in, before he can blame himself. It works, he shuts up.

Both of you are quiet now, slowly getting used to each other's company again. It can only last so long, though, before you see his abdomen constrict. Tired breaths become uneven as he holds them in, attempting to combat the pain, before eventually escaping as soft, high-pitched whimpers - this goes on for a few seconds, until his body goes lax again. His face is still hidden against his arm, but you can tell how worn down he is, tears soaking his sleeve. This whole thing is an absolute nightmare for you both, you can't stand doing nothing anymore. "Hey. Can I touch you?" You're reluctant to even ask, afraid he'll say no. For a moment, his bewilderment seems to outweigh everything else - he shifts a bit to look back at you again, and you clarify, "not like that". All you get is a noncommittal grunt before he returns to burying his face into his sleeve. "No? Yes?" Again, you get nothing.

But, while his body is stiff and tense, he doesn't flinch away as you scoot closer to him. You decide to test his boundaries - your hands encircle the one he's holding to his belly, lightly gripping it between them - you get no sign of discomfort or reluctance, but still, that's as far as you'll go for a while.

The air around you is tense, but it does eventually soften, and you take it as an invitation when his fingers finally begin to clasp around the hand beneath his. Bringing yourself even closer to his side, you lightly rub the back of his hand with your thumb - he seems to be growing more comfortable in your presence, almost managing to appear relaxed for a time before the next contraction hits.

Immediately, his body stiffens again, accompanied by a small yelp as the pain catches him off guard. You carefully attempt to guide him towards you, separating him from the seat he's clinging to and wrapping his arms around your neck instead as he struggles to force himself through. There's no attempt to fight back, and it's not long before he's pressed into you instead of the plastic seat.

Even with the contraction pain, he seems calmer - your arm wraps around him as his belly softens, and his body again relaxes. All things considered, it's a pretty comfortable position.. right now, it was almost like you and him hadn't broken up to begin with. Suddenly, though, that "relationship" had a lot more weighing on it - the delayed reaction that told you your ex was in labor forced you to also put it together that labor and pregnancy meant that there were physically babies in him that needed to come out - and that you hadn't actually been paying attention to the pains. You had zero clue what stage of labor you were seeing. Maybe Javier had a better idea?

"Hey, uhh. Have you been.. Timing contractions or anything? Do you know what stage you're in?" "…No?"

So much for that. His head lifts away from your chest, wearing an expression laced with confusion. You get the impression by how quickly he hides himself again that he's generally clueless about the whole process.

"You at least know you're in labor?" "Yeah. I mean…" A pause, like he's thinking, but it doesn't go anywhere. "No offense. Do you.. have any idea what you're doing?" "I. tried to avoid the topic." The way he says it comes off like an admission of guilt. "Maybe if I ignored it long enough it - it'd go away."

"That turned out well." "Shut up. Besides. it wasn't human. The… Father. I. Know you were there when your siblings were born. But. What good will human tactics even do here?"

You sighed, once more fishing your phone out of your pocket. "I suppose that explains some things. Do you know what we're dealing with?" "I think I remember it talking about the river. It said its culture is that of pleasure. I'm inclined to disagree-" The statement is cut off by a pained grunt, almost on cue. You activate your phone's stopwatch as his stomach distorts.

This pain seems to be worse than the last ones. His whole body grows so tense he's once more reduced to trembling, his fingertips grasping the back of your shirt tightly and his head pressed hard into your chest. Like before, his breathing becomes limited, transforming into small, shrill whimpers that come out in between long, breathless pauses. Javier's weakened body limpens before the pain lets up, but only for a few seconds - he takes a few strained breaths before stiffening again. Is he bearing down? With the amount he's straining, he must be. Why even try to time contractions if he's this deep? You turn your focus entirely to him, putting your phone back away and pulling him closer to you as you slide your hand under his shirt. Sure enough, his abdomen was nearly rock-hard.

When it finally lets up, he seems to break. "Help me," he pleads softly, you can hear his panic rising as it hits him that this is just going to get worse. "Get it out. I can't - I can't. It's too big. It's. Pressing. But not moving." Disjointed sentences devolve back into soft whimpers, you gently run your hand along his side. "I don't think.. You're dilated enough to push yet? If you're only now bearing down." He responds with a distressed whine. "How - how long? I can't -" you can hear his crying through his trembling words, now - "can't do this. It should - it shouldn't be like this. Never wanted this. It's. It's."

He seems to run out of will to speak as the tram slows again. There's still a lot of stops between here and your destination - you have absolutely no idea how much time is left until things get serious, and it's very clear you didn't have anywhere near as much time as you thought you did. On top of that, you do not like the prospect of going through any of this in public for various reasons.

"Where are you trying to go, anyway?" "…Away." "Nowhere specific?" "Just.. away." ".. Right."

You look up from him, taking in the city around you through the window. You could see.. A pet supply shop, a bunch of unmarked buildings. Your phone tells you you're about thirteen miles from your booking. The area seems.. Safe enough to stop for a moment, and the pet shop probably had one of those family restrooms.

"We're getting off here," you announce, having made your decision. Javier barely responds as you re-equip your bag, but he does react as you try and help him up - you have to catch him as he nearly falls, and he clutches your arm to steady himself as much as he can. Being upright doesn't seem to be doing him any favors, but it would be best to get to your booking sooner rather than later if you could at all.

"Why are we getting up?" He protests, a shaky arm encircling his belly. "We're getting off. There's a pet store here that still looks open. I'm gonna call a taxi to get us to the cabin I booked this weekend, but first I wanna check progress- see if there's even time." None of that seems to register except "weekend" and "cabin". "I- Mph. Tomorrow.." "… is a holiday. I know." "Oh."

You shake his shoulders lightly as the guilty look reappears in his eye, you know he knew your holiday arrangements. "Hey. It's fine, and we gotta go." "Mm." He won't budge. "Trust me when I say this, Jav. I won't miss em, and they'll only miss me superficially. Don't feel guilty for making me miss something I don't care about." He grunts, but budges a little bit - it's enough to get a move on, and you half-carry him to the door of the bus-tram, helping him down the stairs onto the sidewalk.

You take a second to get your things together before proceeding, and then promptly stop Javier from completely crumpling to the pavement as another contraction hits. It's long enough that you have to briefly sit again to wait it out, but thankfully, it doesn't otherwise seem as intense as the last one. There's a desperation in his voice when he asks if this is really okay. You tell him it is.

Besides, this serves as a pretty good excuse. (TBC)

[2nd-person-pronouns]

can i request any horror - themed 2nd person neopronouns ? ? one of my sp / ins is analog horror , so anything to do with static , vhs tapes , etc ! sorry if this is too vague , i can send a follow up ask if required ♡ i hope the mods are doing well & taking care of themselves !

Ofc ! Here are some , ty we are doing well (V haven't been doing very good but V've been getting better !)

horro/horror/horrors/horrorself

sta/stats/statics/staticself

da/dar/darks/darkself

fea/fear/fears/fearself

ta/tape/tapes/tapeself

video/videos/videos/videoself

?/?r/?rs/?rself or ?/?s/?s/?self

mysterio/myster/mysterious/mysteriouself or mysteriousself

sca/scare/scares/scareself

vh/vhs/vhs/vhself or vhsself

screa/screams/screams/screamself

sile/silenc/silences/silenceself

ta/tapes/tapes/tapeself

ni/nighs/nights/nightself

[limetarte]

Question to other folks who use 2nd person neopronouns:

Is there a way to include everyone when talking to a large group and having to use 2nd person pronouns?

[revenant-coining]

[ID: 2 rectangular flags with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order, thick, medium, thin, thick, thin, medium, thick. first flags colors in this order reflected after the color magenta, yellow, orange, red, magenta. second flags colors in this order reflected after the color light blue, pink, purple, blue, light blue. End ID]

Slime/slime/slimer/slimers/slimerself | Slyme/slyme/slyor/slyros/slyorself

Slime/slime/slimer/slimers/slimerself (sly-m/sly-m/sly-mer/sly-mers/sly-mer-self)

Slime went to the store by slimerself, but slime accidentally took slimer sibling’s wallet with slime. Slime still got everything slime wanted, though, because slime told the cashier the wallet was slimers.

Slyme/slyme/slyor/slyros/slyorself (sly-m/sly-m/sly-or/sly-ors/sly-or-self)

Slyme went to the store by slyorself, but slyme accidentally took slyor sibling’s wallet with slyme. Slyme still got everything slyme wanted, though, because slyme told the cashier the wallet was slyors.

[m-grouped]

🌙 ;; LU/LU/LUNAR/LUNARS/LUNARSELF 2ndp !!

⟩⟩ PRONUNCIATION — loo / loo / loon-ar / loon-arz / loon-ar-self "

🌙 !! USEAGE ;; Lu went to the store by lunarself, but lu accidentally took lunar sibling’s wallet with lu. Lu still got everything lu wanted, though, because lu told the cashier the wallet was lunars.

> FOR !! @epikulupu's 1k coining event [theme: moon]

> FLAG + COINING !! @m-grouped

🌑 TERM COINING ;; Aug. 2, 2022

🌕 FLAG CREATION ;; Aug. 2, 2022

FLAG ID ;;

A flag with 9 horizontal stripes. The center 3 stripes (fourth, fifth, and sixth) are smaller than the rest. The color of the stripes from top to bottom are night sky blue, dark denim blue, cream yellow, cream white, cream yellow, cream white, cream yellow, dark denim blue, and night sky blue. In the center is a cream white crescent moon. // END FLAG ID.

ID: Read pinned before you interact.

[hypnosiacon-archived]

Neopronouns Suggestions: Death Themed 2nd Person

Dea/dea/death/deaths/deathself

Dea/dea/dead/deads/deadself

Gon/gon/gone/gones/goneself

Gon/gon/gone/goner/goneself

Gone/gone/goner/goners/gonerself

En/en/end/ends/endself

End/end/ending/endings/endingself

Gra/gra/grave/graves/graveself

With/with/wither/withers/witherself

Withe/withe/wither/withers/witherself

Withe/withe/wither/withered/witherself

Wither/wither/withered/withereds/witheredself

Peri/peri/perish/perishs/perishself

Peri/peri/perish/perished/perishself

Perish/perish/perished/perisheds/perishedself

Rip/rip/riper/ripers/riperself

Cadave/cadave/cadaver/cadavers/cadaverself

Wil/wil/wilt/wilts/wiltself

Wil/wil/wilt/wilted/wiltself

Wilt/wilt/wilted/wilteds/wiltedself

[watercolormogai]

SECOND PERSON NEOPRONOUNS!

—> second person neopronouns (often shortened to 2ndp neos) are alternatives to you/your that aren't officially recognized in the english language . there are many reasons that someone may use second person neopronouns , including but not limited to alterhumanity , being non-human , disliking the way you/your sounds , being plural (most commonly plural folks use you&/your& or some variation) , etc . instead of being formed like "xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself" or "nya/nyas/nyaself" , it is more common (but not required) to form them more similarly to you/your like "xou/xour/xours/xourself" or "nya/nyar/nyars/nyaself" to distunguish them from 3rdp or 1stp neos .

—> requested by me lol

—> some second person neos : vwoo/vwoor , xou/xour , zo/zor , thou/thine , one/one's , 🌹/🌹r , pu/purr , you&/your&

[korriekat]

zumtiem lazt night while ii waz ztoned out kii mind, ii had a bit of an epiphany . with the rize of neoprnz, including firzt + zecond perzon neoz, ii think in teh future prnz will be juzt az perzonal and unique to the individual az namez. ii modeled kii firzt perzon, zecond perzon, and fave third perzon neoz after kii name < korrie / korbin > + ii've never felt happier in kii identity. ii implore any1 who wantz a bit more uniquenezz in their gender expression to do the zame /np

[rabbitsandreligioussacrifices]

1st and 2nd Person Neopronouns

Ok first of these are absolutely AMAZING. Like why didn't I know about this before, cause if I did it would make my life so much more fun. Okay here's a random fact about me I switch between using 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person when talking about myself sometimes even in the middle of the sentence. So having these will make that even more enjoyable for me to do. Also it will confuse some people and confusing people is one of my favorite things to do. So except me to use these every once in while, also the only reason I'm not using right is because I don't know which ones I want to use yet.