#i certainly have some things planned i do!

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Greetings!! I saw ur status that ur taking requests? Sooo may I please request nerd!armin 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm up for anything even if it's sfw or nsfw tbh I just wanna read something u wrote.<3 I don't really know how to ask for a request cuzz this is my first time.

Thank you ♡

You got it! I can most certainly do that! Thanks for the request ❤️❤️🫶

Nerd!Armin HCs (sfw/nsfw)

Includes: nerd!Armin x Fem!reader

Warnings: sub!armin, panty stealing, vocal sex, oral, fem!bodied reader, perv armin, sexting, smut, subtle manipulation, jealousy, breeding kink, subtle mommy kink, use of ma’am and other titles

Nerd!Armin, my love, my favorite loser 😔🫶 Eren’s childhood best friend and newest addition to your friend group. He is shy and sweet, with his lil graphic tees and flannel shirts, thick glasses low on the bridge of that perfect button nose

He looks at you like you’re the most angelic being he’s ever laid eyes on, you look at him like he’s the cutest little dork you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t know that though.

You caught on pretty quickly. He catches sight of you when he walks in and panics, fluffing his hair, checking his reflection in his phone camera, getting himself in order just to get nervous and quiet every time you say something to him.

The first time you talk it’s about a shirt he’s wearing, his favorite Anime, and crazy coincidence-you happen to have seen it. He doesn’t think you could get any more perfect.

Armin walks away from that conversation all giggly and star struck, and that’s when his two best friends realize what’s going on. They devise a plan to hook you two up and, surprise! It works!

Mikasa is happy that Armin is happy, Eren is happy that his best friend is no longer a virgin, it’s a win for everyone!

When the two of you hang out, it’s usually at home. Armin prefers your house over his, your bed is more comfortable, your tv is bigger and your snacks are better, or so he says.

Really, he’s just not prepared to have to explain thousands of dollars worth of figurines and posters and other strange paraphernalia. He wishes you could see his PC set up though, because he really likes yours.

Most of the time, date nights involve gaming and movies and anime. Occasionally you’ll go grab dinner or walk around the mall together. Armin spends ungodly amounts of money on limited edition things and you scold him for being an irresponsible spender.

Mans is way smarter than all of us though, so he knows how to budget and cut unnecessary costs to afford all the other unnecessary costs

He likes discussing video game lore, and gets extremely passionate about it. Loves conspiracy and discussing hidden meanings and implications in movies and shows and music

Like I have said in some of my other Armin hcs, he LOVES pda, in part because he just always wants to be touching you, and also because he likes having you on his arm. He never imagined he’d be with someone like you, let alone anyone at all, so he gets cocky about it.

Armin gets jealous at the drop of a hat and he’s dramatic asf. If you talk to the pizza delivery guy for too long he’ll pout and whine that you must find him more attractive.

He loves wearing your clothes, sharing clothes, etc. if you have oversized t shirts he will wear the fuck out of them, and they will go missing.

Reeeeally likes to make out, like it’s ridiculous. He’ll take hours out of his day just to lay there with you and kiss you lazily, sloppily, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lower lip and tongue.

Which brings me to nsfw 😍����️

This man is LOUDDD

Like obnoxiously loud

He whines and whimpers and moans, you cannot have sex with him when there are people around unless you wanna have to hear complaints about it later

Steals both T shirts AND panties, one to wear, the other to jerk off with

You know, and he knows you know. Eventually you’ll just start giving them to him willingly so he stops taking your good ones.

He loves eating 🐱 more than he loves getting head. He thinks about it constantly, remembering your smell, your taste, the way you squirm. Begs you to sit on his face every time you fuck.

Armin is insatiable. His sex drive is higher than anyone you’ve ever met, and you’ll go at it a few times just in one night.

Pretttyyyyy bedroom eyes. They get so lust blown and hazy, half lidded and his lashes are so long and delicate.

He doesn’t like to be on top because his arms and legs give out easily when it feels really good. He’s so sensitive it makes his body weak and trembly.

If he is ever on top he just lays down on you, grinding his dick into you slow and deep. Drools on your chest.

He says he doesn’t care, but he’s a total boob guy. He could bury his face in your tits and suffocate willingly and with pleasure.

When he cums, it gets all over the place. His brain floats off somewhere during sex and he doesn’t pay attention. Messy guy.

Lowkey has a breeding kink, and whines that he wants to make a baby. Afterwards he’s like “nah it was just heat of the moment….unless you want to 👀

Mommy kink, but he’s embarrassed about it, so he’ll only let it slip if you initiate that one. Calls you ma’am instead and it sounds adorable coming from him.

Big into humiliation, and he will cry when you’re mean to him but he always cums so much harder when you get him like that.

He lives for sexting, he gets really detailed and dirty behind the screen but all shy about it in person when you talk about the things he said.

Send you videos of him jerking off if you want him to, and he wants you to want him to so he’ll try and subtly get you to ask for them.

Total desperate submissive loser honestly, and it’s super cute! 🫶

[dissociativewriter]

Heyyyy about the event (congratulations, you deserve it!!!).I would love one with Caleb and intro (end of the world) (extended) by ariana grande (i think it fits them very well), it being non mc reader (they have met since they are children) I would love if it was veryyyy angst, please and thanks:)

hiii anon! thank you <3 i hope you like how this turned out! not sure if its angsty enough but i tried :)

wc: 752

cw: angst, grief, regret, not a happy ending; not proofread

“Hey, pip-squeak!” Caleb’s voice rang through your shared apartment, loud and cheery. You glanced over, watching him closely. His smile was bright as his voice, the widest it’s been in weeks. The Farspace Fleet was hovering over him, you knew, so you were glad he was finally able to relax.

But why couldn’t it be with you?

He sat sprawled on the couch, cradling his phone like a high school girl with a crush.

Or at least, a boy with a crush on a girl since before high school.

You’d grown up together. You, her, Caleb, and Zayne. Sometimes it felt like each other was all you had.

You knew it then, you figured. The way Caleb looked at her. It would never be the way he looked at you.

So, why couldn’t you stop your own feelings?

You grieved when he died. Of course, she got more comfort than you did. They were practically attached at the hip, so she was the priority at his funeral.

So, you grieved in silence.

Then he was back.

Different, but back.

You heard from her how different he was, heard how they could never be the same.

When you finally saw him again, it was like those feelings had never left.

You accepted everything, took care of him, loved him.

And now he was your boyfriend.

Technically.

Though from an outsider’s perspective, you’d think it was she that was dating him.

But no, she had Zayne, so Caleb had to settle for the second best thing: Being her best friend.

And you, of course.

You wondered, if she and Zayne ever split up, ever went through some kind of separation, how fast would it take Caleb to discard you?

For him to stop pretending.

You watched his bright smile, something ugly pooling in your stomach.

What would it take for him to care about you that way?

“I don’t mean to interfere,” Zayne had told you once. “But it’s clear that he’s not treating you the way he should.” You hadn’t said anything then, only looked away from the doctor. He’d long since been able to read you, understanding that you knew what you couldn’t accept. He sighed. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but you deserve better. Why waste your time with someone who doesn’t care for you above all else?”

You dropped your head into your hands. You knew what you had to do. It was due to happen for sometime.

You couldn’t grieve in silence forever.

You waited until he finished his phone call with her, grin still plastered on his face. It disappeared, though, when you moved to sit next to him.

Of course it did.

You felt your stomach sink. How had you lasted this long, living like this?

“Caleb, I think we should break up.”

Something passed through his eyes. You hoped it was regret, but the Colonel was getting even better at hiding his emotions.

He agreed. Maybe he thought this would be his chance. He could split her and Zayne up forcefully, now that you weren’t in the way.

You packed your things quickly, leaving to stay with a friend. You left that same week.

Caleb was left with a nearly empty apartment. How had he never realized how much of his life was yours? The things that made him know he was home, they were all yours.

The apartment was too quiet without you.

Caleb didn’t know what to do. The Farspace Fleet was constantly pressuring him, and now there was no one there to relieve it. His plan to finally win over her had failed.

Of course it did.

He knew he had faults, and it seemed the doctor had none. The picture of perfection, Caleb thought sourly. If he didn’t hate Zayne before, he certainly did now. He’d taken everything that was dear to Caleb.

Why hadn’t he done something when he first overheard that conversation between you and Zayne?

Why wasn’t that his wake-up call?

Why did he have to take you for granted?

He texted you, called you, bombarded you with desperate attempts. You ignored all of them, until one night you finally got fed up.

Why couldn’t he let you live and heal in peace? You texted him back a single message;

I’ve already grieved you, Caleb. Now, it’s your turn.

You should have realized you needed me sooner.

The words blurred through Caleb’s watery eyes.

Oh, he realized, this wasn’t Zayne’s fault.

It was his own.

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Machinations of Melancholic Merriment

Mer!König is probably my main focus until the end of the month. I know this one is short, but it helps set up a few key points. Namely, The Spider Crab (tm). I'm sure you guys will like this little break from the misery that is König's overthinking. Also, it helps give them a little common ground.

Tws: Fluff

Wordcount: 1.4K

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Machinations of Melancholic Merriment

Step one of the plan was simple: Hunt. This was easy, right? Of course it was! You were absolutely able to take on prey large enough for König. It’s not like he was over double your size and weight. Sure, maybe he was the inspiration for myths and legends about krakens, but that didn’t mean he needed to eat that much, right? You could do this. You could. You really could.

You were a fucking idiot.

The one thing that you knew would be suitable for König that you had a miniscule chance of actually surviving was probably a spider crab. If you were smart, you could avoid the claws and go for the body. Of course, that relied on actually avoiding the claws. That was the difficult part. Spider crabs were surprisingly agile when they wanted to be, their limbs strangely able to reach in places you didn’t think they could. They had a longer reach than you expected and they were nimble enough to know how to catch someone trying to go for their blind spot. Their limbs articulated in all the wrong ways. Frankly, looking at them for too long disturbed you.

But it was worth it for König. You knew he’d be so proud of you, his little warrior. He’d be so happy to take you as a mate after you proved your hunting worth. There was no doubt about it. Maybe he’d even pat your head and tell you how good you were for him. Oh yes, you could get used to that.

Unfortunately, that depended on actually managing to nab a spider crab. How you were going to do that was a bit beyond you though. If you crushed it, then you’d ruin all the good meat. You didn’t want to expose the flesh and attract other predators either, lest you have to fight for what was rightfully König’s.

 Organising a hunt like this would be difficult. It wasn’t impossible though. It was just difficult. Terribly, terribly difficult. In all the worst ways possible. Really you were just talking yourself out of it by this point.

Why were you trying so hard anyways? König promised to take care of you no matter what. You didn’t need to be his mate for him to feed you or provide you a nice place to sleep. He never forced you into anything. He had every chance, every opportunity, and yet he still chose to keep you as a friend. But why did being a friend hurt?

You’d never even seen his face! How did you know you wanted to be his mate? He could be hideous for all you knew. His size was attractive, certainly, but it wasn’t like it was all you wanted. There was something more to him that you liked.

Maybe it was how calm he always was. He never got into a flap over anything. It was like he always knew he was somehow in control. In some ways he was, being the meanest monster in the deep by a longshot. He could be mean and cruel and vicious but he was none of those things. He was kind, gentle, and soft. He was as sweet as could be.

König could have made you sleep outside among the rocks, maybe build you a tiny little den to hide in, but instead he let you sleep in his room. At one point he’d even let you sleep with him in his den. Unfortunately, he’d been too ashamed after your massage a couple of weeks ago to let you close again. You’d make him take you back. If nothing else, he was so warm during the day, so cozy…

You were practically dozing off just thinking about sleeping with him. You missed the plush of his abdomen stretched over hard abs. His chest was the perfect pillow for your weary head. He was just perfect for you. You’d never slept better than when you rested on his chest. You’d fight tooth and nail just to get another chance to sleep with him.

Thus, this meant you’d fight a spider crab. Hunt. You were hunting a spider crab. This was not a battle between enemies on equal grounds, this was a predator culling their prey. It was just going to be a matter of strength to determine which of you would end up as the prey.

Dwelling would only get you so far. If you wanted to be König’s mate, you needed to take action.

“Ah, there you are!”

You turned to see König slowly raising up from the entrance of the nest, unfurling his arms and stretching out his muscles.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing out here?” König curled up to rest beside you on the rocks.

“I was just relaxing,” you said calmly, “it’s nice out here.”

König hummed and nodded, “It is. It’s peaceful here. The currents aren’t too strong and there isn’t so much traffic here. In fact, I don’t think many creatures know of this place at all.”

“You think so?” you said.

“If more creatures knew then they’d fight me for it,” König scowled, “it would be much more difficult to keep this place to myself. As it is, I think the only merfolk that know I’m here are the ones you met earlier.”

“Who, Horangi and Hutch?” you asked.

“And Roze and Nikto, remember?”

“Yeah I remember,” you nodded, “they were nice.”

“They wanted to eat you.”

“Not after you told them I was your guest,” you pointed out.

“Hm, maybe. I wouldn’t be too sure. It’s best to be careful,” König pinched your cheek fondly, “you’re too sweet to be out in these waters.”

You swatted his hand with a laugh, “I’d be fine. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“But you’re so…” König shook his head and laughed, “you’re so small! So tiny! I just can’t get over it. I don’t know how you managed to live down here in the first place.”

You grimaced, “I was hungry most of the time.”

“That’s why I’ve got to feed you so much!” König snorted, “you need to eat to be strong.”

“I feel like I’ve been getting better though,” you smiled as you looked down at yourself, “I’m looking more like what I did when I was closer to the surface.”

“So you did live near the surface,” König put his chin in his hands, “what’s it like up there?”

“Much warmer,” you replied, “and there’s more small prey. It’s easier to find a nice burrow and stay safe from predators.”

“Is it as pretty as they say?”

“Better, actually,” you smiled at the memories, “so many colours and sounds all the time. It was a lot, but it was exciting too. I liked having so much life around me all the time. It was nice.”

“Are there really more corals up there?”

“So so many,” you laughed, “I barely see any here. Up in the shallows there’s some at every corner. You can’t not find them. They’re everywhere. It’s beautiful.”

“Horangi brought me some corals from the surface,” König gestured towards this nest, “I like to use them as shelves to hold my treasures.”

“There’s so many more though,” you leaned back and looked up at the never ending darkness, “so much more.”

König looked up with you. You wondered briefly what he saw when he looked up. Had he ever seen the stars before? Did he know about the moon? Had he ever heard of the white and black gulls that swooped down from above?

“Hey König?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever been to the surface?”

König sighed sadly.

“I told myself I wouldn’t go that far until I found a mate,” he said quietly, “I didn’t want to be alone when I saw it all.”

“Why not?” you asked gently.

“Because I wanted to know if what I was seeing was real.”

You laid a hand over his and stroked the back of his palm, “I could take you there.”

König laughed bitterly, “No. You’re my guest. You’re not my mate.”

You flinched. His words stung deep inside. With four words he tore your heart from your chest like plucking a seashell off the beach, only to discard it moments later.

“Would you ever see me as a mate?”

You didn’t know if you wanted to hear the answer.

König was quiet. His lower arms curled anxiously and his tentacles clung close to his sides. Ever so quietly, so much so that even with your enhanced hearing it was barely more than a whisper, you heard him gently say, “That would be nice.”

And in an instant he was gone.

You looked back at the hole he’d ducked into and smiled.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as you expected.

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Konig Alternate Universes

[siri-ike]

(This got a little long)

Danny quieted down when he realized he wasn't in any danger. He stumbled out of bed, his legs were numb and wobbly, and everything looked out of focus. He grabbed onto the window sill to stay standing, but he just couldn't.

Suddenly, someone wearing white burst into the room. He couldn't tell who it was, or even if he knew them. It didn't help that he couldn't seem to keep his head still. The figure rushed toward him, and he flinched.

"It's ok, you're in the hospital. My name is Katie, I'm a nurse here. I can help." The woman had a Midwestern accent. She slowly stroked his sholder and held his cheek until he caught his breath and stopped shaking.

He sniffled as his vision slowly faded into focus. Katie was holding his head still. It really helped. He let his shoulders relax. "There was- th was a woman, she, she threw me into the water. And, and, and-"

"Vivid dreams are normal. But you're safe now. How about we get you back in bed? You can tell me everything you saw while we wait for Doctor Benton to get here." Katie helped him up and onto the bed. She held out his arm and reached for a butterfly needle hanging from an IV bag.

"What's that?" He asked diffencively, pulling his hand away.

"It's just some IV fluids. Saline, B vitamins, electrolytes, a little glucose." She listed reassuringly, but Danny didn't give her his arm. She smiled and put the needle down. "It can wait. Do you still want to tell me about your dream?"

He looked at her full of questions, but he did want to tell someone about what he saw. The problem is; how much does she know? He probably can't tell her about being Robin or the League of Assassins. Whether he's here as Jason Todd Wayne or Jon Doe. To them, he should have no reason to know about that. "How, long- ha-has it been." He stuttered. He never had a stutter before. Could it have been caused by the explosion?... wait. There was an explosion. How is he in one piece? He looked at his arms and lifted up his pant legs. Everything was still intact. Aside from some fading lichtenberg scars on his hands, he was fine.

"Six months." She took his hands in hers. "The scars will heal in due time. But until then, you'll certainly have the coolest thing to show off at school." She grinned like they were planning a prank together or something. "Now, how about telling me about your nightmare?"

Jason picked at the inner corners of his eyes and wiped the clumps on his soft pajama shirt. "I was -, arguing with my dad. About - something. He sent me to my room. But I didn't listen. And this guy, I never learned his name, he hit me. Over and over. Then I was alone, and I died... after that, this woman, she's always flirting with my dad, took me to her home, and threw me in the water." He wanted to say more. But how? Even if he told these things to a therapist, they would be obligated by law to report to the police.

"Sweety. Do you want to see your dad? Your family's been over a lot. I'm sure they'll drop everything when we call them."

"Drop everything," ha. Bruce probably "dropped" the joker after what he did. But it would be nice to see him. Even if the last time they spoke wasn't on the best of terms. "Thanks."

"Ahem," a woman in a labcoat cleared her throat in the doorway. She probably didn't wanna startle them.

"Doctor Benton. Danny, she's just going to give you a checkup. I can go call your parents, so they'll be here when you're done."

Danny? Why would she call him Danny? And parents? Plural? Has Jason been confused for someone else? Come on, this isn't like mixing up newborn babies. He's 15. Plus, he had to have been flown in from Ethiopia. And how would Bruce not have noticed? Is some other boy living at the manor pretending to be him?

Katie affectionately touched Dr. Bentons upper arm. "Speech, reflexes, and attention, normal. Temperature, low. Breathing patern, stable. His IV and catheter fell out again." She was testing him? The whole time? He couldn't even be mad. That was pretty impressive.

"Now then, Danny. I have a few simple tests here. Most people in your position need to relearn some skills, and these will help us figure out which ones." Dr Benton pulled out a table and placed a note card and several colored pens on it. "I would like you to draw a clock that reads ten thirty, a green square with an orange letter G in it, and write your name."

OK, so a memory test and a dexterity test in one. Danny picked up the red pen. With a shaky hand, he drew a circular clock, one hand down, one up, and to the left. He picked up the orange pen and wrote the letter G, then drew a green square around it and filled it in. He hastily wrote his signature and handed the card over.

Sure, the lines were unsteady, and he didn't put any numbers on the clock, but he's still going to get a good grade in waking up from a coma. "What's next?" He eyed the folder Dr Benton held.

She placed a sheet of paper with a few simple math problems and shapes with the names of colors written under them.

The tests must have lasted at least 20 to 30 minutes. By the end, his handwriting didn't look half bad anymore.

There was a bit of ruckus in the hallway that seemed to put Dr Benton in a bit of a rush. Who could blame her? There was a guy yelling and clearly getting closer. Working in a hospital probably means dealing with a lot of people like that. Danny was just going to ignore it and hoped they weren't headed to a nearby room. But then.

"DANNO!"

The guy came into his room. He was huge, loud, and worst of all. He was holding Jason in a bear hug. Two women walked in behind him. One of them was all too eager to leave lipstic marks all over his face, but the younger one, the red head, stood back and scolded the large man for making such a ruckus in a hospital.

Who are these people? How are they not noticing that the person they are talking to is someone else? Does Jason have a doppelganger? Or better yet, a clone. He's overdue to be cloned. Hmm. But then, wouldn't it be the other way around?

"Dad! Would you put Danny down. He could have had serious mental regression or new sensitivities. You didn't even ask him how he's doing. Or if he remembers who you are." The girl was right. All of this was a lot so soon.

"Nonsense, Jazzy pants." The guy ruffled Jasons hair. "You remember who we are, right?"

They're probably civilians. If Jason was switched with someone, chances are these people are obvious to it. "You're... my family." Keep it vague. Don't wanna make too many assumptions.

Something about his dismissal made Jason feel uneasy. It was so fast. He expected to stay another night, or at least have more tests run. They just handed him his hoodie and practically dragged him out the door. He was already in a car less than an hour after waking up. The receptionist seemed so relieved. Most of the staff seemed relieved.

Is he actually ok to go?! Does anyone care?

The car was weird, too. It was full of add-ons like the batmobile, but nowhere near as sleek and clean. At least the driving was eaqualy reckless. Although they weren't chasing anyone.

"Danny... Danny." The girl spoke to him.

Oh, right, he's Danny. "Yes?" He rubbed his eyes to sell it. Gotta keep those expectations low.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"Uhm, I guess I'm kinda hungry. And stiff."

"I mean, emotionally, how are you feeling?"

Emotionally? He literally just woke up. He's supposed to have feelings this early. Let a guy shake off the rigormortis, whatever your name is. "I... don't know." Maybe he can use this to his advantage. "Did anything happen while I was asleep?"

There was a record scratch, somehow, and everything went silent.

"Honey," the woman in the front seat spoke up. "Maybe it would be best to have this conversation when we get home." She had a slight Midwestern accent. Just like Katie. Are they in the Midwest?

"Why? Did you get divorced or something? I'm not dead."

And there was the awkward silence again.

Crap, bad joke, bad joke. That was a full-on Jason response. Danny might have a completely different sense of humor.

This time, the silence lasted until they got home. He awkwardly shoved his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and felt a folded up piece of paper inside.

They still didn't say anything when they got home. He didn't get punished for joking about death, at least. That was a nice touch. But it was weird that they all went in different directions. The two adults ran straight to the basement, yelling something about "overheating" and "GHOSTS!". And the red head went for the stairs before Jason stopped her.

"Could you help me? Dr. Benton said I shouldn't cook anything unsupervised."

She looked surprised at the request. It's not like he wants to have someone cook for him. It was literally doctors' orders.

"I'm not supposed to be around sharp knives of fire." He justified.

"Oh, I read about that. Some people can be self-destructive after waking up from a long coma. Often, they are trying to test if they're still dreaming." She sounded too excited about his potentially dangerous mental state.

While... crap, gotta find out their names. She cut up some vegetables and left him to assemble a sandwich. That sure was quick. Usually, he would have had to sit through endless conversation just to eat something. This gave him time to snoop.

The sandwich was amazing. It was like eating something for the first time in months. When he was done, he remembered the note. He pulled it out of his pocket, and, ok, Jason swears he is a good reader. Why are only some of the letters making words?

He powered through and eventually managed to decipher the letter.

Dear Mr. Fenton

It is important that you continue your brain exercises. You may also experience some decline in fine motor skills. Below is a list of activities that can speed up recovery.

Reading, puzzles, writing, drawing.

-Nurse Katie

She must have slipped it in before she left. Would it still be developmentally appropriate to have a crush on his nurse? She seemed to be in her late 20s to early 30s... "we could make it work." Jason nodded delusionaly.

*bdrrrrr*

The doorbell cought Jason off guard. He answered it and saw two teenagers, the same age as him. One male, African American, red barrette, yellow t-shirt. Height 5"4, teal eyes. The other female, Caucasian, black clothes, black hair. Height 5"6', violet eyes. Their facial expressions suggested they were friends, but of course, Jason didn't know them.

"Danny!" They cheered in unison.

"We came as soon as we heard."

"Are you ok?"

"Sam was so worried about you." The boy mocked, only to get jabbed in the abdomen.

"I'm fine." This "danny" sure has a lot of people to keep track of. Why couldn't Jason have been switched with some loner?

They both stared at him for a moment. "Can we come in?"

Jason looked back inside. Put on a show for five people, or for two people? "Uhm, let's go somewhere else." He practically shoved himself outside.

They looked at each other, and it was clear they were avoiding saying something.

Jason couldn't risk choosing where to go, so he let them pick. He wasn't really sure what he expected, what with the lack of third places in American cities now a days. But a science museum? He would have preferred a library, but he could still read here.

"What should we look at first?"

"Your choice. This place has gotten three new exhibits. There's a brain maze-"

"A human skeleton-"

"And they added a thing that you can stand on, and it zaps you."

They looked at each other in silence.

"We can ignore that one." They seemed to agree.

"Why? I wanna get zapped. Which way?" Jason grabbed a map at the front desk while the girl paid for 3 passes. "The brain is closer. Let's start there." He looked back at the others. "Bet I could get through faster than you." He grinned and dashed through the hall.

Jason stopped in front of the big plastic brain. He expected the others to run after him, but they were far behind. He had to take his shoes off in order to enter the structure. It's kind of like those indoor playgrounds. Except way bigger.

Despite all the big talk, Jason ended up wandering into every dead end in order to find all the fun facts. Each one came with a small stamp on the arm, and if you find all of them, you get a sticker.

On the way out, Jason spotted the two teens he came here with. They didn't even go inside. He can't beat them if they don't even play. The brain has no pain receptors!" He shouted to them as an employee put a sticker on his hoodie. It was a brain wearing pants with the words "Smarty Pants" written under it.

"I know you didn't go in, but I'm still counting this victory. I win." Jason showed off his sticker with that sassy little smile. You know the one.

Their supportive smiles looked fake. Jason could tell they were hiding something. He didn't even need to look for micro-expressions. These people were terrible liars. Finally, he snapped. "What's wrong? You two have been acting like you covered up a murder or something."

Mini Prompt: Death Runs in the Family

Danny and Jason are twins separated at birth. When they were born Danny was very sick and it didn’t look good for him from the start. As a final act of love or malice Sheila abandoned Danny at the hospital–making sure that there is nothing connecting him to her–leaving him to whatever fate desired for the small boy.

On the other hand she took Jason with her who then ended up being raised by Willis and Catherine. With them being completely unaware that Jason has a twin brother.

Jason’s life continues on as normal with him eventually being found, adopted, and becoming Robin. He dies at 15 in Ethiopia with his bio-mom never knowing about his brother. He comes back

Meanwhile Danny gets better and is later on adopted by the Fenton’s. Living in a crazy ghost-invested town. His parents build the portal in the basement, and at 15 dies with a press of a button. He comes back.

What no one knows though is that both meet their fate at the same time. A portal opening and a bomb going off. The two become twins in life and in death.

[andorerso]

Sorry for bringing negativity but I saw a tweet saying than 'Jyn was nothing, she just joined to his (Andors) team' which is just INSANE and it shows how deeply misogynistic this fcking fandom is.

It was to her Galen's message was directed to.

It was her the one who transmitted the information. Saw was dead. No one else new heard it. Just her.

It was her who tried to convince the Rebel Alliance.

Characters like Chirrut and Baze were following her.

It was her who sent the data.

Now, I think everybody on board Rogue One did something important. Big or small. All heroes, but the way Andor is giving the incels the perfect excuse to undermine Jyn's role is infuriating. They should know by now how the fandom is towards the female characters and yet, they still do shit like this.

It was too difficult saying her name once at least?

Ugh. Sorry for the rant but it's so frustrating.

yeah, the thing about Rogue One is that they needed all of them to complete the mission and get the Death Star plans (which is part of what makes it so good imo). it wouldn't have happened without Cassian, it wouldn't have happened without Bodhi, it wouldn't have happened without K2, it wouldn't have happened without Chirrut and Baze. and it definitely wouldn't have happened without Jyn who is literally the main character. it's true that Jyn is joining Cassian's mission to help with Saw, but that's only true so far as they go to Jedha. from there, Chirrut is following her, not Cassian, and Baze is following Chirrut. Scarif is Jyn's idea, but Cassian recruits the army. I always saw Scarif as a co-led mission, but it's definitely untrue that she joins his team or whatever. it's still her movie. I think some people just don't understand the concept of ensemble cast - and of course, they'd rather elevate the male character over the female character. it's just too bad that Andor gives them ammo for this by not even mentioning her.... (I don't even wanna talk about how Andor took Cassian, completely cannibalized him, and then used him to reduce Jyn's importance, turning him into a chosen one figure all the while sidelining him as well from his own story. like Andor was meant to be Cassian's story, but it wasn't, certainly not in season 2. it was only about Cassian when it was a convenient tool to make him overshadow Jyn, which the incels of course bought hook, line and sinker. it makes me feel sick - and he would be too, if he knew how he was being used...)

[theweirdwideweb]

Hi, I wanted to ask something about your recovery journey if you don't mind, feel free to ignore, I haven't seen you talk about it in a while but I remember a post where you said you wanted to try having a drink again and see if you can be in control and that has been giving me a lot of thoughts lately.

I am on my own recovery journey due to some events recently, I also drank, and I'm currently in a program where they teach us CBT techniques. It's been tremendously helpful to examine my negative self thoughts and see how those led to my destructive behaviors, but on the other end of that I see some flaws in it. For example, telling myself that I'll never be able to have a drink again, that I'm doomed to being an addict etc. is in itself a negative belief, and a lot of programs reinforce this thought by telling me I need to just "surrender" to this fact, but this feels like very rigid thinking and doesn't really align with my beliefs.

What if I can change my behavior to the point where I am actually able to enjoy a drink without it turning into 6-7 down the line? Wouldn't it be more positive thinking to have the perspective that I can enjoy these things again some day, without just limiting myself and thinking that I'll never be better at this?

The "disease model" that they teach in most recovery programs basically teaches us to think that we're just helpless addicts who don't know any better because there's something wrong in our brains.... And to that end I wanted to ask how that's going for you, did you have that drink, and did you manage to maintain moderation for yourself? Thank you for posting on this topic, you've been an inspiration to me starting my own recovery, this is just a thought I've been struggling with, again feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable.

Hey it seems like you're doing really well. Congratulations on your refound sobriety and thanks for the question.

I have not yet taken a drink. My goal is 5 years of alcohol sobriety which will be June 28th. I've done a lot of thinking and planning since I first posted about my decision to give it another go. First, I told my family, friends, and therapist about my decision. Their reactions ranged from approval to grilling me, but in the end I was able to explain my thinking and personal caution about drinking again. I made an emergency sobriety plan; that is, if I desire to become sober again and struggle with it, what exactly the people in my life can do to assist me. My whole social support network has a copy of this plan. I have a list of "Red Line" items, rules about behaviors which automatically trigger a return to sobriety. Additionally, I spoke with my medical doctor about my plan and asked what I should be aware of with the medication I'm taking.

All and all it's a well thought out plan. As you said, there are two general schools of thought about addiction: it's an immutable biological trait or it's not. I've certainly got enough therapy to have a different relationship with alcohol now than I did before. And if it's a good fit, great! But I'm also preparing for the possibility that it's a natural, hereditary condition and I will become rapidly re-addicted. That's what the emergency plan is about. I think it's best to prepare for both.

Personally I don't think it's unchangeable. I have become a new person over the last 5 years. I've had to put skills in so many places where I used to put alcohol. I believe I can reach a place where occasional drinking enhances my quality of life.

That being said----recently I've been thinking, what if I'm not there yet? You know the HALT acronym? Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired. What you need to look out for if you feel like relapsing, they say. I've been thinking a lot about Lonely and Angry. Specifically Angry. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I need anger management therapy, that it's a serious and dangerous problem in my life. And then Lonely --- I still haven't reached a point of healing where I'm in a healthy intimate relationship. Do I want to put alcohol where that skill should be? Am I ready? I'm mulling it over. Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but I'm prepared either way. Good luck to you.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

i’ve been wondering,,, what is the like worst imaginable punishment baby can get. like how far can he go when he’s absolutely fuming and nothing is able to calm him down.

also i saw one of your other followers give themselves a name and since i send you like 284838 thoughts a day about the babyverse i was thinking 🫀- anon :P

➯a/n: ooooo 🫀anon buckle uuuup cause mommy hwa is willing to go FAR. lemme just rant about thiiiiis because this is the third ask ive gotten about baby's punishments/escape attempts and im working on a chapter for it but i dont wanna leave yall hanginnnn

what are we talking about ? Baby Series !

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: uuuuuuuuuuhm yikes ! physical violence, like seriously it's bad, trauma bonding, like seriously seriously i'm warning you he is CRUEL, mommy hwa's mental illness, forced nudity, mind breaking, claustrophobia, panic attacks

so let me start by saying that seonghwa isn't the "act in the moment" type of angry. he'll never accidentally go too far as to seriously maim or heaven forbid kill you. because his mind is already fifty steps ahead and planning your punishment, even if his consciousness is lagging behind. he'll most definitely regret some of the things he does to you. but that won't stop him. some deep dark part of his brain tells him that he has to punish his baby in a way that will stick.

he's a cold, quiet, and calculated type of angry. and that's wayyyy worse than someone who might just beat you. because he can do more than that. he can break you.

seonghwa likes to think that he's fair with you. your punishment almost always fits the crime. but if you cross a line, he will shove you back over it. he doesn't like to hurt you — of course not ! after some of your punishments, he even cries with you because of what he's done.

two times come to mind for the "worst" punishment. "Losing Dogs", where his baby screamed curse words and insults at him and ended it with "i hate you, park seonghwa" — and we all know how he feels about that word and about not being called "mommy". spanking you so hard it left bruises for a few weeks and then leaving you alone for hours was certainly bad. no denying that.

but the "rapunzel" escape attempt was worse. by a lot. it was the only time he got so cruel. because that's all it took. one time. it was that bad.

(this is what i'm writing now, so buckle in for a BUMPY ride)

he caught you trying to escape out the window with a sheet. not only did you try and leave him, you did so in a ridiculously dangerous way !! there was no possible way in hell he was going to go easy on you. after he yanked you back up and fell to the floor with you while sobbing his eyes out, he realized just what you were trying to do. then he got mad.

nothing you could say was going to calm him down in that moment, not even if you confessed your undying love for him and promised him you'd take your soul out and give it to him. no amount of tears would save you. no volume of screams. he may as well have been a different person with the way he treated you.

after he shoved mingi out of the room (who had come when he heard you crying) he had zero remorse as he ripped your clothes off of you, not even stopping when you started thrashing and calling him a liar — but by the end of it you realize he wasn't taking your clothes off to violate you. not in that sense anyway. he did it to make you completely vulnerable before throwing you to the floor and asking "what the hell was that ?" in a tone so calm you almost peed yourself from fright.

when you couldn't give him an answer, only hyperventilating and crying — he shoved you into the dark closet. and he left you there, the son of a bitch !

no sound, no light. just you and your darkest thoughts. you had the largest panic attack of your life in that closet. your fingertips were numb from lack of oxygen and your head was light and pounding. you had to suck on your thumb to calm yourself down so you didn't pass out. maybe it was better if you did, in retrospect. maybe seeing that he's forced you into passing out from fear would have snapped him out of whatever rage induced trance he was in.

you didn't even hear him come back home a few hours later, not until he opened the closet. he looked down at you and it was clear your punishment wasn't over. he gave you a chance to beg for forgiveness; not knowing that no matter how hard you begged, no matter what you said — the outcome was still going to be the same. he was still going to use the hammer that was in his hand.

because he wasn't going to let you try and run again. he gave you a new rule that day. and a new punishment to fit the crime.

don't try to run away. or you won't be able to walk. walking is a privilege, baby.

when he said that, you tried to get back into the damned closet because you knew what that meant. he dragged you back out, he didn't care that he was scratching up your legs — or maybe he was so deep in his rage that he didn't notice.

there's no easy way to put this. he smashed your foot. with a fucking hammer, he smashed it. you're lucky he didn't break any major bones. and you're lucky that he's so calculated with his punishments, even when you've pissed him off so badly.

he didn't say anything as he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. not even to comfort you as you sobbed.

the first thing he said to you after "walking is a privilege" was after he was done wrapping your foot. he said "hurts really bad, doesn't it ?" then he said "good. you'll think about that next time you decide to act so stupid". he'd never called you stupid before. it hurt your heart almost as much as the hammer hurt your foot. you didn't even really take in his next words of, "next time, i'll break your leg".

the thing that finally snapped him out of his trance, what got him back to being his doting mommy self, was your trembling pout while saying "i didn't mean to be stupid" that was the moment everything came crashing down on him, the way you were holding back your millionth round of tears and holding your naked body to comfort yourself because he wasn't giving you any.

it's like a damn switch flipped, like night and day, dark and light, and 'mommy' hwa came back.

he took back his words immediately, hugging your head to his chest and shushing you, saying he didn't mean you were stupid; you had simply done something stupid. didn't you think about what would have happened if you fell ? you live on the third story, baby ! this is why mommy has to take care of you, you know ? you'd have more than a messed up foot if mommy didn't catch you.

whether he thinks so or not, the way he treats you after your "punishment" is a continuation of it. his sweet words and gentle touches sending you falling straight into little space after such a traumatic event. making you deeply confused as to why, after all he's done, are you letting him dress you in your favorite pajamas and eating the food he makes you and cuddling to his chest as he sings to you and why do you feel guilty for trying to leave ? wait... why did you try to leave ? your mommy is the best.

he noticed what you were thinking while you played with the fur on your stuffed animal. of course he did. and he smiled. job well done, mommy. baby won't be leaving anytime soon.

(i have cried three times while writing the full chapter so far... plz send help)

[antianakin]

For those saying the writing in Andor is bad: if that was so, it certainly made a big enough impression on you to take the time to post your opinion on this forum and not keep scrolling. And to take the time to reply to other posters.

I DO like Andor. I loved the first season and never made that unclear when I was talking about it. I was one of the likely very few people who was already excited for it before it even aired because I already loved Rogue One and Cassian Andor. I was one of the relatively few people who genuinely liked the opening three episodes and didn't find them "boring" and fervently defended those three episodes. I've gone back and rewatched that first season while we were waiting for this one more than once.

I criticize the writing in season two, in part, BECAUSE I loved it so much. I knew they were condensing four years into one season before the season aired, I knew we were getting the four arcs with three episodes released per week already, so I had certain expectations about how the pacing might work before I saw it and was EXTREMELY willing to just see how it worked and believe that it WOULD work because, well, season 1 had been so good with its pacing and its writing that it just seemed reasonable to assume that the second season would be, as well. They had said they'd planned it to be one 24 episode show with two 12 episode seasons so clearly all of it should work together and the second season wouldn't end up feeling tacked on and less strong than the second.

I had very high expectations because of just how much I adored the first season, and that may unfortunately be lending itself a little to the criticisms I have of this season. Even in this season, though, I liked the first arc well enough and was willing to let go of the strange pacing issue with Cassian's narrative where he was captured by the Maya Pei rebels in a way that didn't seem to do anything for his character or the overarching storyline because I believed there would be a reason for it later on.

And then little things started piling up a bit this season, and while I am happy to admit that there WERE still quite a few things I did like about this season (the visuals are still beautiful and well thought out, the music is still good, the editing is still good, the themes and motifs are still really interesting, the acting is incredible, and there ARE still places where the writing and editing is really good but it's more on an episode by episode basis rather than an overarching storyline basis), the disappointment I have in some of the areas where it didn't live up to expectation are more dominant right now. I'm hoping it doesn't stay that way. I'm hoping I can come back to this show in a year or so and watch the whole thing all together and I can just focus on the things I still DO enjoy about it rather than on the parts that were a little frustrating.

And I think it's valid to point out the places where Andor's second season failed, even if it's just my personal opinion. I maintain that Bix's storyline was mishandled. I think Cassian's development got a little shoved to the side and he landed strangely wishy washy rather than believably growing into the character we knew in Rogue One who was realistic about the rebellion but still 110% committed to it. I think that Cinta's death wasn't thought through enough and, even if we can understand why they did it, it doesn't mean that it isn't still part of a pattern that's going to leave a bit of a sour taste in some people's mouths. I think that it's fair to point out that the choice to condense four seasons into one led to some issues with pacing and development where a LOT of people felt like we were missing major pieces of story for the characters and not getting a chance to let them breathe and process what had happened before moving on to the next major storyline.

But there's also still some incredible stories in this season. Episode 8 was really incredible on so many levels, and while I have my personal issues with episode 9 and how it effectively chose to end Mon Mothma's character arc for the show I do think that the action element of it was done really well. I loved the Luthen and Kleya backstory episode, and I genuinely found the final arc of the show to be its strongest AS AN ARC (as in all three episodes actually all flowed into each other and all of the storylines felt like they related to each other thematically and there wasn't one storyline that stood out as being particularly weak in comparison to the rest).

So yes, there's plenty I still enjoyed about Andor season 2, it's still a generally really well done show, but my expectations for it were quite high based on how well done the first season was and I don't think it lived up to those expectations and unfortunately those things are a little more prevalent on my mind right now than the things I DID enjoy more. I am reblogging gifs and other people's posts that are more positive, so it's not like my blog is full of nothing but negativity, it's just what I'm personally still thinking about and so it's more of what I'm personally writing about, too. And of course any time I do, I have dozens of people showing up to tell me how I'm wrong and if I just thought about this one basic theme that's really really obvious then suddenly this thing that frustrates me would just go away.

So yes, I'm aware that one of the show's themes is how not everyone in the rebellion agrees with each other, that's a theme that's existed since Rogue One, but thank you for pointing it out to me again. If I felt like the show was just pointing out that Cassian was a little biased about Luthen and disagreeing with Bail because he's emotional and grieving, that would be one thing. If I felt like the show was just pointing out that Luthen had made SOME contributions that were important but often overlooked because people hadn't liked his methods, that would also be one thing. But that's not really what's being presented here. Luthen is said to be the SOLE REASON the rebellion is here right now, the SOLE REASON for its existence, and we aren't led to believe that Cassian is overexaggerating that or just being emotional about it, but that the OTHERS are the ones being biased and judgmental and since none of them have made as many moral sacrifices as Luthen then their opinions aren't valid.

And THAT'S the problem I have with the scene. It's not that they're showing the rebels disagreeing, but what felt like the ultimate MESSAGE that was coming from the scene that I didn't love. And you may disagree with me on whether that's the message being sent, and that's fine. It's possible the message I'm picking up isn't what I was intended to get from the scene, but that doesn't necessarily mean that that isn't how the writing is coming across anyway. I'd be fine if they just said Cassian didn't like Bail all that much (although I'd argue they never showed any REASON for Cassian not to like Bail aside from Bail not liking Luthen, so we just kind-of have to take that at face value), but the argument that Luthen is so much more important and vital to the establishment of the rebellion than anybody else just smacks to me of how Filoni tends to treat Ahsoka as better and smarter and stronger than basically everyone else around her. It's annoying, it's not that interesting, and I don't accept it from Gilroy any more than I accept it from Filoni.

I WANT the messy flawed rebellion that has a lot of people in it with differing opinions and methods and who don't even all get along. I do. But I don't necessarily want that to come at the cost of completely dismissing characters who've long been established in this franchise as vital contributors to the rebellion in favor of Gilroy's personal OC being lifted up as the greatest and best rebel who is the REAL founder behind it all and we just never knew it before now.

This show can be better, we know that because we saw it in season 1, and so when I point out all of the places where it feels like it didn't do well in season 2, it's because I remember that it can BE BETTER. It's frustrating to know that and see it fall short this way.

It seems a little hilarious to me that they have Cassian making the argument that the only reason any of them are here, the only reason the REBELLION exists at all, is because of Luthen... and he's saying it to BAIL FUCKING ORGANA.

I'm sorry, but while I am happy to accept that Luthen did do a LOT of things to keep the rebellion alive and likely recruited quite a few of the people on Yavin to this cause himself and trained them up, there are just as many if not more who are there explicitly because of BAIL ORGANA.

Bail Organa who began fighting the Empire the moment he showed up at the Jedi Temple the night of Order 66 and turned around to save any Jedi he could and then became a GETAWAY DRIVER as Yoda went to assassinate the Emperor and then proceeded to agree to take in Anakin Skywalker's child in order to hide her from the Empire.

Bail Organa who has literally been shown helping recruit the entire Ghost Crew and likely brought on the entire Phoenix Squadon and theoretically the entire Gold Squadron. Bail Organa who was the one who helped Riyo Chuchi try to fight for clone rights. Bail Organa who saw Ahsoka Tano on Naboo for Padme's funeral and immediately turns around to offer her a chance to join the rebellion which she does eventually choose to take. Bail Organa who eventually does allow his own DAUGHTER to join the rebellion and run missions when she's old enough.

You cannot convince me that somehow Luthen Rael is MORE responsible for the creation of the rebellion and its existence and people's involvement in it than Bail Organa. You can't.

[theworldoffostering]

What a long week! As parents, what do we get for surviving the month of May?

Monday my elementary school kids had an event, and then we had family therapy. Tuesday was an orchestra concert for H and E, and my mom returned from her winter in Florida (hooray). Wednesday was senior awards and scholarship night which ran 6-10. Soooo long. I left at 8pm with the four littles, but DS won TWO scholarships. I have a lot to say about it but will save it for another post after I have done more processing. Thursday was supposed to be the final track meet and a 4H meeting, but they were postponed until next week due to weather.

Friday E had eye surgery. It was such a long day! She didn’t have to be at the hospital until noon, but it’s an hour drive for us, so we left at 11am. She went to school in the morning for two classes because she felt like that would help her keep her mind off of things. DH and I dropped H at my mom’s, and then took E into the city.

They make everyone age 11 and older do a pregnancy test. The nurse had prepped me for that over the phone when she called with pre-op instructions earlier in the week. I get it, but it was certainly a reality check to hear them say it was standard procedure. E is still so much a little girl; it makes me sad to realize there are so many other kids that have already had to leave that piece of them behind.

DH also had esketamine so he took a Lyft to that once E was settled into her pre-op room. They took her back and everything went smoothly. They did eye surgery on both eyes to correct them from crossing. One eye was more severe than the other. She had some blood tinged “leaking” from her eyes yesterday which freaked me out, but is totally normal given the surgery. Poor baby.

DH took a Lyft back to us when he was done with esketamine around 4pm, which is when E started feeling more alert and awake. We were able to leave around 5, and got home at 6. It was a fairly easy night getting everyone to bed all things considered. To be surprise, E slept through the night which means I mostly did too. She’s only on OTC Tylenol and Advil, so it’s not a lot to manage. Her eyes are super red and a little scary looking, but that’s normal. Additionally, she has stitches in her eyes, and they itch. Also normal. We have eye ointment we have to put in twice a day and we got some eye wetting drops but haven’t used them yet. She can’t swim for two weeks, which is one of the reasons we wanted to get this done now—she needs to be able to enjoy her summer.

Planning a lot of downtime for her this weekend and then we have a follow up visit on Tuesday.

DH moved up to a higher dose of esketamine, and he thinks maybe it’s working. He just had his third dose of it yesterday. Hoping to have some more in-depth conversation about it with him today since yesterday was so nuts.

[obigem]

"ARRRRRGHHH, I'M GOING TO MAKE HIM PAAAAAAYYYY!" Jordin managed to screech out some intelligible language through her screams.

"Should we hug her or something to calm her down?" Eric panicked.

"Eric we are beyond hugging." Kea let out a tired sigh. "Get the keys."

"You're not serious! You're taking her to see the boy who stood her up?"

"If I don't, she'll go anyway. And at least if I'm there, I can stop her from murdering him. But honestly, I'm hoping this boy has a reasonable explanation cause if not I might just have to murder him myself for causing this."

Keandra knew her daughter was a lot of things. She was spoiled, a brat, and far too much all of the time

But she was still her daughter, so despite all those things, that didn't mean she was OK with some boy backing out of taking her to the formal at the 11th hour. He'd have to explain that to 𝘩𝘦���.

Elsewhere...

It was a quiet evening at the Grove Ranch.

Umber had just finished laying the last bales of hay for the horses and after prepping meals for the upcoming week, Juniper was ready to relax for the evening. The only thing left to decide was how to spend their night.

"I don't like the idea of Wren spending all night in the stable. Maybe I should—"

"Don't, Jun. He said he wanted to. He doesn't even want us hovering nearby."

"But didn't he say he had a party or something he was going to tonight?"

"He said it wasn't important. He's where he wants to be tonight."

"I thought the whole point of sending him to school in the city was so his whole life wouldn't just be the ranch. He should be making friends, having fun."

"And so should you." Umber gave his wife a stern look. "Give yourself a break, Jun, and let yourself relax during these quiet moments."

"Come on now, watch TV with me." Umber gave her a warm smile. "There's a Bonanza marathon on."

"Well…I do love Bonanza." Juniper gave a weak smile in return.

"I know you do." Umber snuggled up next to her, and Juniper snuggled back in return.

He was right, they should enjoy their quiet night.

And enjoying their quiet night was certainly a plan they may have been able to make good on if not for—

"WHERE IS HE?" Jordin's voice was cloaked in a steely cold glare that spooked the Groves out of their comfortable snuggle.

[katboykirby]

Both announcements are for the same upcoming game. One was the teaser trailer/video and one was the full announcement itself with some more detail, but both were for the same thing. Just like the crowdfunding campaign is also for the same game.

It's almost midnight for me right now and I'm literally in bed, so this isn't going to be a super long or detailed response, sorry. I might come back to this tomorrow when I'm not already half asleep.

To cut to the chase, I just want to ask - who do you think they're talking about then, if not the reat of the OM cast? Who do you think they mean when they say "adding more characters in the future" if they don't mean TriWorlds and/or the undateables?

Which do you honestly think is more likely? That the characters they add in future updates are the established, beloved characters we've known for 5+ years and already have significant store importance? Or that the characters they add will be some completely new OCs made just for this new game, while the established cast gets erased?

There's just literally no one else they could possibly be talking about when they say that they will be adding more characters after the brothers. There are no other characters in the franchise. We've already had relationships with TriWorlds/the Undateables for multiple years. There's just simply no other possibility.

As for their wording, this is almost certainly due to long-held industry standards. In the business of game development, especially in a public-facing sector like social media, there is an unwritten but nearly universal rule that you should never say anything definitive until it actually gets released. This is more true for mobage studios and indie devs (and not so much for huge AAA studios like say, Nintendo) but the point remains the same.

Even if the OM Team already has TriWorlds on the books, even if they already have everything planned out for how and when they're going to be added, even if everything is already set in stone on their emd of things, it's still not something that they are likely to announce definitively until it actually happens. This can be for all sorts of reasons, the biggest of which is because a studio never wants to "promise" something that they can't deliver. If there's unexpected difficulties or obstacles in the production progress that leads to things being delayed, you end up with an outraged fanbase because the content you already announced has to suddenly be postponed. Just look at, well, literally any delayed game release ever.

If your voice actor has to suddenly drop out or falls ill and they can't perform for a period of time, or if your dev team gets hit with unexpected workload increases, or any other possible reason for why things could get delayed or pushed back, YOU become the asshole and your studio gets a bad reputation because you didn't deliver on what was promised.

So, what most game devs will do is make an announcement that's as close to a clear-cut confirmation as possible, while still leaving just the SLIGHTEST amount of wiggle room in their wording so that they will be covered if anything goes wrong that disrupts the release schedule.

This is why you'll see game trailers have small fine print on the bottom of the screen, stating things like "game footage not final" just in case anything changes before the game is released.

So, for the most part, yes. We can take the announcement to mean that TriWorlds will be added to the game after the brothers. At the absolute most, the OM Team worded things the way they did just in case anything causes delays or schedule changes. Promising something concrete and then not being able to deliver is never good.

As for the other points you bring up...I think there's a huge schism between the perspective of a fan/player, and the perspective of the game devs and people on the actual staff.

Because I'm coming at this from the position of someone actually in the industry. I've worked in mobage game studios. I've worked on mobile games. I've been a writer (and hell, even a voice actor) for these things. I've had face-to-face meetings and engagements with members of the OM staff on more than one occasion. Some of these people are my peers in the industry. That's not me saying that my opinion is more valuable, or that my experience holds more weight or anything like that (because I'm not a Solmare employee and I don't work on OM, as much as I wish I did, lmao) but I'm just hoping it helps give perspective from the other side of the screen.

Solmare just announced that a new Obey Me! app is currently in development.

According to the video included in their tweet, it's scheduled to release in 2025 and focuses on the 'what if' scenario of living married life with the brother of your choice and the side characters are nowhere to be seen so far

[skarloeyspa]

it's finally here! RWS-inspired uniforms for my SR main six! Also wanna thank @/glowynviator for the inspiration! Go check out their designs they're super lovely!!!!!

Design notes below as always!

1864 - 1910s

Taking heavy inspiration from the dude in the blue hat and purple/pink vest in all these illustrations

Their uniforms are fancier based on the initial reason for Skarloey and Rheneas' purchase - developing Skarloey as a tourist attraction, namely a spa (wonder where I've heard that before...)

1910s - 1960s

(goofy dudes in the first pic lmao)

So the tourism thing didn't last very long and the railway became more reliant on its original venture, which was its quarries

This was also the time when the railway's main income came from its quarries

Their uniforms became more quarry-appropriate. But since they still had the occasional passenger train, they still had finer clothing like a blazer and tie and hat

The gloves are cotton! Intended for outdoor work!

The pictures featured are Welsh slate workers and I have no idea where the overalls idea came from

1960s - Present

Revenue began increasing during this era with the newfound slate and Book of Sir Harald, which brought in more passenger traffic

With more passenger traffic the railway reintroduced more formal uniforms for their engines

I had a lot of fun doing Skarloey and Rheneas because this was basically the whole reason I took on these designs hehe

So obviously the colors! Bright red livery and blue lining! It wouldn't look too nice if I just made everything bright blood red so!

Buttons are buffers! Their painted names are golden embroidery! Ties are their TVS liveries (because I said so!)

Speaking of TVS, Sir Handel, Rusty, and Duncan are wearing their TVS boots! Having regained their footing, the SR introduced a more formal uniform but they still had some freedom in their uniform (as demonstrated by Duncan)

Sir Handel's blazer is a bit long...not because he's short or anything!

Peter Sam wears a knitted vest instead of the waistcoat that everyone else has because...it just suits him...Duncan isn't even wearing a vest so there you go!

Everyone's number is a badge on their hat. Since Rusty's hat is more functional than decoration, they wear their number as a little badge on their lapel! Their name is still embroidered tho :)

I promise the railway can afford whatever nice shirt Rusty is wearing BECAUSE I SAID SO I WILL IT TO BE I'M THE RAILWAY MASCOT I AM (miscellaneous rodent scritching)

Engines with longer hair are required to tie them up for tidiness! Big L for Sir Handel as always.

Skarloey is wearing a ring! Because of the brass ring on his funnel!! I will make you aware of this detail!!!

And that's it I think! Thank you as always for reading to the very end :] It means a lot to me that people find my designs interesting enough to want to read my rambles on them lmao

Anyway!! Since you're here...I'll tease a bit about my planned projects! I want to share some refs for other standard gauge characters I've designed! I also have some ideas for an animatic or two similar to the one I made for Ryan last year :]

[ninamodaffari]

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[amidnightqueery]

I don't hate my job or anything, but man, being a float educator is so fucking thankless

[artanogon]

thinking more about being trans

[seilon]

If i don’t get an update soon on my god damn top surgery insurance negotiation im going to lose my fucking mind