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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Greed x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Dragon!Greed, Fantasy AU

Notes: Idk man… I genuinely wrote this in a haze of zero AC in 100°F heat This is Pre-Greedling! I tried to make this one longer… But I got too wrapped up with world building so I might do a part two if people want it lol

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 You never thought you would die this way.

Hey guys, I'm coming on here to warn my fellow android users.

Starting September 30th 2026, Google will start forcing creators of apps to start forking over Government ID. And any apps that have not complied with this, will no longer work until they do from where I'm understanding.

It'll start in places such as Brazil and more. And then change to globally after 2027.

So I urge you all to contact your house of representatives and or your senates to stop this.

Because this? This just fucks up anominity on our internet.

Please. I beg you all to do this.

Because Google cannot win. We only have 86-85 days left.

Please everyone. I beg you to do this.

Do you really want apps that you love that are probably not connected to Google, be unusable after months?

I think not.

So, I urge you all to do this. For our safety. Because this? This is just greed on Google's part.

To keep us safe my ass.

Android was the only free type of phone you could get without all that shit. And now this?

This is just horrible.

So please, no matter where you are. Contact your house of representatives and or senates and make them take action against this. Because this? This is most definitely illegal.

To anyone with android phone or may have one like... anyone... or anyone else from the U.S.A with a Android Phone or any other creator with an android phone? I beg of you to do something about this.

I already sent mine in.

What Google is doing

In August 2025, Google announced a new requirement: starting September 2026, every Android app developer must register centrally with Google before their software can be installed on any device. Not just Play Store apps: all apps. This includes apps shared between friends, distributed through F-Droid, built by hobbyists for personal use. Independent developers, church and community groups, and hobbyists alike will all be frozen out of being able to develop and distribute their software.

Registration requires:

Paying a fee to Google

Agreeing to Google's Terms and Conditions

Surrendering your government-issued identification

Providing evidence of your private signing key

Listing all current and all future application identifiers

If a developer does not comply, their apps get silently blocked on every Android device worldwide.

Who this hurts

You

You bought an Android phone because Google told you it was open. You could install what you wanted, and that was the deal.

Google is now rewriting that deal, retroactively, on hardware you already own. After the update lands, you can only run software that Google has pre-approved. On your phone: your property, that you paid for.

Independent developers

A teenager's first app, a volunteer's privacy tool, or a company's confidential internal beta. It doesn't matter. After September 2026, none of these can be installed without Google's blessing.

F-Droid, home to thousands of free and open-source Android apps, has called this an "existential" threat. Cory Doctorow calls it "Darth Android".

Governments & civil society

Google has a documented track record of complying when authoritarian regimes demand app removals. With this program, the software that runs your country's institutions will exist at the pleasure of a single unaccountable foreign corporation.

The EFF calls app gatekeeping "an ever-expanding pathway to internet censorship."

Google's "escape hatch" is a trap door

Google says "power users" can "still install" unverified apps. Here's what that actually looks like:

Delve into System Settings, find Developer Options

Tap the build number seven times to enable Developer Mode

Dismiss scare screens about coercion

Enter your PIN

Restart the device

Wait 24 hours

Come back, dismiss more scare screens

Pick "allow temporarily" (7 days) or "allow indefinitely"

Confirm, again, that you understand "the risks"

Nine steps. A mandatory 24-hour cooling-off period. For installing software on a device you own.

Worse: this flow runs entirely through Google Play Services, not the Android OS. Google can change it, tighten it, or kill it at any time, with no OS update required and no consent needed. And as of today, it hasn't shipped in any beta, preview, or canary build. It exists only as a blog post and some mockups.

This is bigger than Android

If Google can retroactively lock down billions of devices that were sold as open platforms, every hardware manufacturer on the planet is watching.

The principle being established: the company that made your device gets to decide, after you've bought it, what software you're allowed to run. In software, this is called a "rug pull"; but at least you could always install competing software. In hardware, it is a fait accompli that strips you of your agency and renders you powerless to the whims of a single unaccountable gatekeeper and convicted monopolist.

Android's openness was never just a feature. It was the promise that distinguished it from iPhone. Millions chose Android for exactly that reason. Google is now revoking that promise unilaterally, on devices already in people's pockets, because they've decided they have enough market dominance and regulatory capture to get away with it.

Ars Technica: "Google's Apple envy threatens to dismantle Android's open legacy."

So, let me ask you all... is this truly about security?

Is this really about protecting the kids?

No!

It's about control!

So I beg all of you in the united States to spread the word.

Fight back

Everyone

Install F-Droid on every Android device you own. Alternative stores only survive if people actually use them.

Contact your regulators. Regulators worldwide are genuinely concerned about monopolies and the centralization of power in the tech sector, and want to hear directly from individuals who are affected and concerned.

Share this page. Link to keepandroidopen.org everywhere.

Push back on astroturfers. The "well, actually..." crowd is out in force. Don't let them set the narrative.

Sign the change.org petition and join the over 100,000 signatories who have made their voices heard.

Read and share our open letter

Tell Google what you think of this through their own developer verification survey (for all the good that will do).

Different, Yet Still Him (Alphonse Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re not opposed to the fact that Al is bigger than you now.

​It’s strange, yes. You’re willing to admit that much. But you’re also willing to admit that you noticed that he was starting to pull away from you in terms of height when the two of you were only nine years old. Sure, it made you a little upset when you first came to the realization. Even though it was barely an inch or so at the time, it was still infuriating to a nine-year-old you that there were some shelves that you had to ask Al to reach when you couldn’t (which, upon reflection, was most definitely very dramatic given that you both still had to stand on chairs to reach a lot of things at that age). But looking, you wished you treasured the little things like that a little more.

​

Back then, you used to be able to borrow his pajamas whenever he and his brother invited you for sleepovers. Back then, you all used to squabble about whose house you all were going to play at on any given afternoon. Back then, you used to race to see who was faster and lift heavy rocks to see who was stronger. Hell, back then, you used to tease the boys about how they weren’t as good at alchemy as you were shaping up to be. Even though you all knew, deep down inside, that they were talented in their own right. Much more than  nine-year-old you were willing to admit.

​

But things were different back then. Because back then, Al was only an inch or two taller than you. Back then, things weren’t so serious or tense all the time- like the country wasn’t gearing up for yet another war. Back then, things could be brighter and happier and just good all around.  

​

Because back then, your best friend's mother was alive. And his house was still standing tall and proud, just as you remembered it. And he and his brother’s bodies looked and functioned just like yours. And Al was only an inch or two taller than you. Only. And yet…

​

“Look! I got this from the library at Central! But I didn’t have time to read it myself on the train here, so we’re going to have to share, okay?”

​

And yet you’ve come to understand that you would rather live this life where your best friend is two feet taller than you and made out of metal than a life without him at all.

​

That’s why you’re smiling and squealing softly as hollow as the suit of armor you call Alphonse moves towards your bed with a book outstretched as you go to gather your blankets and pillows. The book he has for you is the third volume of a book series on lesser known alchemist theories. It was released a couple of years ago, but the library in Resembol only had copies of the first two volumes since they’re much, much older. It’s honestly not the surprise you were expecting to receive from him after he called last week and said he was coming to visit soon. But out of all the souvenirs and goodies from Central he brought to your childhood home for you and your parents to enjoy, this was definitely your favorite. Even though it was only going to be in your possession for the duration of his visit.

​

Still, you found it hard to care about that little detail as you watched Al awkwardly maneuver around your bedroom in search of a good place for the two of you to sit. No, you were far too busy stifling your laughter as you watched him panic and cry out in alarm any time he came close to knocking down some of the trinkets or knick-knacks or decorations that you had around your room.

​

Perhaps…perhaps that’s why you’re not so opposed to the fact that Al is much bigger than you now. From what you knew about his family and yours, you always had a feeling that Al being taller than you as the two of you grew older was definitely in the cards (though Ed being much shorter than both of you still has you holding onto a hope that you know you really shouldn’t be). But after…after he got like this, you had your fears and your worries. Human transmutation was one of the very few universal rules that alchemists swore they wouldn’t break, no matter what. And of course, you know better than to naively think that everyone will follow every rule, all the time, no matter what. But things changed when you learned what Ed and Al did.

​

You don’t know all the details. You never asked, and they never offered. But from what little you were able to pick up, you had some trouble seeing them the same way as you did before it all happened. Not to mention, they changed themselves for a while. They were quieter for a while. More intense for a while. More estranged. More secretive. More…more different than you than they’ve ever been before. And in some ways, they still are like that now. Even your sweet, sweet best friend, Al.

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But even so…Al is still near tears when he knocks over the lamp on your dresser in a way that has it crashing to the floor with an ugly, unflattering sound. And he’s still full of apologies and panicked cries and promises to pay for anything he broke as you grab his hand and gently guide him toward the small blanket and pillow pile you set up for the two of you, right by the base of your bed. And when he sits down right next to you, there’s a heavy thud that you still have trouble getting used to hearing as he drops down. Though the sound is only dulled by the fact that he planted himself on the cushion you set up just for him. You know he doesn’t need it as you do. His body doesn’t get the same aches and pains from sitting on the hardwood floor of your bedroom like yours does. You also know that he doesn’t really get cold anymore. So there’s no reason for you to be adjusting the biggest blanket you own so that it fits over both his legs and yours completely. He doesn’t feel these sorts of things. Not anymore. Not since everything happened. And you know this much because you asked him before.

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But you don’t care. Because he reaches for the blanket out of instinct. And because you’re not willing to give up an old routine you have with a friend who’s still here, despite it all.

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And sure, it’s a tighter fit underneath the blanket now. And you have to rest your face against cool metal instead of a warm shoulder in order to read together like you used to. But his voice is still the same as he gushes over the words on the pages with you. And his personality- his gentleness and consideration for you is still there as he asks for your permission every time he wants to flip a page. It is. Despite everything, it is.

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So, no…you’re not opposed to the fact that Al is bigger than you now. You’re also a lot more accepting of the fact that he and his brother performed Human Transmutation now than you were in the past. Just like you’re warming up to the fact that your best friend is a soul trapped in a suit of armor and his older brother is a military dog. Just like you’re coming to realize that this new Al- this one that suddenly gets quiet and tight-lipped when you ask about certain details about his research or travels or adventures is here to stay. But you can’t complain. Not too much anyway. After all, it’s still Al. It’s still your Al. And for you? Right now?

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The older boy next to her, you would learn was named Roy smiled warmly at you, arms behind his back. He walked over to you slowly, crouching down and pulling a stuffed bunny from behind his back. Roy explained as you took the bunny that he had heard you didn’t have any toys before getting to Madame Christmas’, so he got this bunny so you had something in the meantime. You had nodded and said thank you, smiling at the soft bunny.

In the months that would follow, you’d take the bunny everywhere, well, everywhere but. school. Madame Christmas told you no because she was afraid you’d lose it. You were upset, but understood why. Roy asked if he could see it for a moment, and you let him. You watched as he sat your bunny in the window, “There, now you can see it everyday when you come back from school!” Roy had that same warm smile he had that first day you arrived at Madame Christmas’, now which you call home.

That brings you to now, it’s storming quite bad outside. It’s loud, scary and bright. It’s just you and Roy tonight, Madame Christmas is at work, so you can’t go to her for comfort at the moment. Pushing the blankets off, you grab the top one and grab bunny. Sliding off the bed, bare feet landing on the cold wood floor.

Leaving your bedroom, you padded softly down the hall to Roy’s room. Gently pushing the door to his dark open, you can hear him snoring faintly. A crack of lightning lights up the room, you gasp and almost drop bunny and the blanket you brought. Roy merely sniffs, you hear him turn over and something soft fall on the rug.

Setting down bunny and the blanket, you get on your hands and knees and crawl around the floor a moment to find that a pillow is what fell. You grab it, bunny and the blanket and make yourself a little bed on the rug. You finally begin to feel sleep creeping in, yawning you snuggle into bunny and close your eyes. Feeling much safer in your big brother’s room, you finally fall asleep.

It’s hours later when you hear the front door close downstairs. You wake up and see it finally stopped storming. Taking your things, you stand up and head back to your room to sleep until you have to get up for school.

Sleeping in Roy’s room when it’s storming or you’ve had a nightmare becomes routine, it goes on for months until you forget one night Roy has to wake up early for something with the military. You’re woken up by someone kicking you, and startled by that same someone tripping over you.

Roy barely manages to catch himself on the wall, “Kid? What the hell are you doing? Why are you in my room, sleeping on the floor?” Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you tell him you’ve been doing it for months. Going back to your room when Madame Christmas comes home. Roy pinches his nose and sighs, “It’s fine that you’re doing that, just not in the middle of the floor where you become a tripping hazard, kay kid?” You nod and hum, beginning your usual routine of grabbing your things and heading back to your room.

Synopsis(?): While the Ground is polluted, there is an offset of nations besides under the Sphere. Yet those have their own perils that most Groundlings don’t dare venture. So much so, that little is known of those other nations.

Disclaimer(?): I am 18 [going on 19] currently. I say this due to Zanka being 17. I generally wouldn’t do under 18 characters at this point just because (unless asked to or I grew up with them, an example being AoT), but I realised I adore Zanka