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fxckn-sxck-fr · 1 year ago

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sooo I noticed that you write for dark themes and I came up with this request

Yandere reader who doesn't have any ideas on how to attract Scott so they decide to be bratty x mentor Scott who I think would be a perfect brat tamer

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓-𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑…

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, mentor Scott, where do I even fucking begin with this, inappropriate relationship, power imbalance, hints of an age gap, brattiness, stern Scott, jealousy, poor Jubilee, mentions of impact-play, slapping, belts, sir-kink, collaring mentioned, Scott’s a meanie, penetration mention, brief mentions of asphyxiation, reader’s a fucking FREEEAAAK, I could literally reread this blurb 10 times and still not catch everything, just generally read at your own risk.

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sor—

… Oh, LAWRD.

Lemme just say, before we begin, you are absolutely right about everything for the history of ever. Scott is 100% brat tamer material and I don’t think this is talked about much (WHICH IS FUCKING CRIMINAL, RAAAAA—). This man will put you in your place if you start acting up, and brother, the up is acting for me right about now, lemme tell ya. I am about to fucking kill someone. This ask is perfect.

Ahem. Anyways.

This type of dynamic starts off as something rather tame. You’re just the rookie wondering why you should do this or that; you have no ulterior motives whatsoever!! It has nothing to do with the unreadable expression Scott gives you whenever you question him, or the low tone he uses as he warns you to listen. Nope! Nuh-uh! But on a completely unrelated note, isn’t it so hot how he points an authoritative finger at you, letting an unspoken threat linger in the air as you have no choice but to obediently follow his orders? God, you’d maim and mutilate for that finger to— *prolonged censor beep*

Hmm? Is the edge in his voice wearing down over time? Is he getting too used to your simple inquiries? Wait, no!! No, no, no, no, no!! C’mon, Mr. Leader man, now’s not the time to lose that sternness!! Why doesn’t he wanna give you his full, undivided attention?!

… Well, maybe it’s time to test the waters a bit, hm?

Of course he can’t let you off the hook when you blatantly ignore an order. God, the way he snapped at you was something else, causing an explosion of butterflies in your abdomen and your knees to feel weak. There it is!! There’s that commanding presence that’s focused on you and you only!! Now he’s pulling you aside after training to give you a lecture… can this day get any better?? That’s right, Mr. Leader Man… tell this poor rookie all about working as a team and following directions… they’re definitely listening and totally not distracted by that low, serious, no-nonsense voice…

Your rebellious streak is now in full swing as you deliberately ignore him. Spar with Wolverine? Nah, he’s too rough. Clean the dining room? But you’ve got better things to do!! Your turn for monitor duty? You’re pretty sure it’s actually Gambit’s (this one’s genuine; let the bastard do his own damn chores). When Cyclops finds out you’ve practically dismissed all of your duties, he looks about ready to explode. Why can’t you just listen to him, huh?! Stop acting like a brat and get it together!! If you don’t start pulling your weight, he’ll—!!

…????

He’ll what??

What is Mr. Leader Man gonna do to you??

He doesn’t finish his sentence (much to your disappointment). Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, putting one hand on his hips and the other in his hair. There’s a few seconds where he seems to recompose himself. A sigh then falls from his mouth, and with one last curt word of chastisement, he brushes past you to do something else.

Your thoughts are racing as you watch him leave.

(Come back, Mr. Leader Man! Please come back!! Tell me what you’re gonna do!! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!!)

Naturally, you start pushing your luck even further. What happens if you start rolling your eyes at him, hm? Mumbling something under your breath just loud enough for him to hear? Full-on sassing him, giving him enough lip to put Wolverine to shame?

Oh, yeah. You’re really pushing him towards his breaking point.

There isn’t a day that goes by without a back and forth skirmish between you two. He tells you to do something, you talk back, he borderline threatens you, and you revel in the fact that he’s giving you all his attention. All of the other X-Men blend into to background completely; it’s just you and him, just as it should be!! No one is allowed to get in the way… you’ll do anything to make sure of it.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Because why does Jubilee get a gentle head pat and you don’t?! He doesn’t even lay a hand on you, even when you try your best to really piss him off!! It’s not fair… not fair, not fair, not fair!! All she did was mediocre perform some dumb maneuver correctly. Why is that rewarded with his attention?!

Oh, what’s this? Jubilee wants to try it out in an actual one-on-one spar?

You’ll volunteer for that!!

… It’s a good thing Wolverine taught you a few illegal moves a while back, huh.

The sparring session is immediately called off the moment Jubilee lets out a cry of pain. Uh-oh!! What happened?? Why is she clutching her wrist?? Did you accidentally sprain it while twisting her arm behind her back?? Whoopsies! Who could’ve seen that coming?

The answer is Scott; a very livid Scott.

You don’t even get the chance to put on your best innocent act. There’s a firm hand on your bicep before you can even process it, and he’s dragging you out of the Danger Room towards a secluded area where he can let you have it. What the hell were you thinking?! You are not allowed to pull stunts like that during training. You should know better than this… hey, are you even listening to him?!

“Look at me,” he orders.

You merely cross your arms, continuing to stare to the side with disinterest. With a sound of frustration, he grabs at your face and forces you to look at him. The movement was rough enough to catch you by surprise, and if you had any less self-control, you probably would’ve started drooling then and there.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The low rumble of his voice makes you realize you’re standing at a crossroads. Either you start acting right now, or you could plunge further into this uncharted territory. There’s always the risk of him kicking off the team, which means you can no longer take up all of his focus, and that’s the last thing you want!! But the grip he has on your jaw is like a drug to you, making you want more and more and more and more and moremoremoremoremoremore—

Your eyes defiantly drift to the side, still trying to maintain a disinterested look.

There’s a long stretch of silence between you two. Though you didn’t dare flick your eyes back to him, you knew there was that tight frown on his face. God, you loved it whenever he studied you. You might not be able to see his eyes, but you can always feel his calculative gaze from miles away, like he’s trying to figure out every cog inside of your mind.

Finally, with his hand tightening around your face, he lowly muttered, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

This gets you to actually spare a glance at him, your eyes shining with faux innocence as you let out a questioning hum.

“Stop it,” he growls.

You tried so desperately to keep your mouth from curling into a crazed smile. “Make me.”

Famous last words, right?

Scott isn’t stupid; he’s well aware that you’re basically asking for it, and even more aware of how… inappropriate this is. There’s an obvious power imbalance between the two of you — an obvious gap, even — which only adds a new layer of dubiousness to whatever the fuck your dynamic is. But the way you’ve been acting recently has him hitting a wall. If you don’t wanna behave the easy way, does he really have much of a choice?

(For the sake of his conscience, he’s ignoring that dark side of him that’s slightly satisfied with this outcome.)

He’s not giving you the courtesy of maintaining your dignity after your fate is sealed. You’re immediately thrown over his shoulder, the sheer force of how he manhandles you being enough to knock the wind out of your lungs. Consider yourself lucky that the halls were empty as he marched towards his room (not that you probably care that much. Is it really a bad thing to let the whole world know that Mr. Leader Man is finally indulging in you?).

Upon kicking open his door and practically throwing you on the bed, he makes his intentions crystal clear; he’s putting an end to this bratty behavior. From here on out, you’re gonna follow each and every one of his orders, and don’t even think about trying anything. Oh, you got something smart you wanna retort with? You’re not even given the chance to finish it. A sharp sting from the back of his hand connecting with your cheek is enough to shut you up, reminding you of what you’ve exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, sir,” “no, sir,” “please, sir,” and “thank you, sir.” Those are the only for things you’re allowed to say. It’s his first order of business to drill that into your skull, and failure to call him sir is punished with a slap to the face, followed by him forcing you to look at him while coldly prompting you to correct yourself.

Hm? Already getting worked up over a few slaps? “You’re disgusting,” he’ll say. “You really don’t have any shame, do you?”

You have no choice but to answer honestly.

Touching him without his permission is completely out of the question. He catches your wrist before you manage to make contact, tutting at you with disappointment as he ignores your desperate pleas. Did he say you could touch him? God, you’re such an entitled brat. He should’ve known it would have to come to this…

… A perfect segway to his belt!

He really only uses it to restrain your arms. The thought of hitting you with it is a little too mean, even for him, but should he feel like he has no other choice, you may find yourself getting familiar with the sting of leather against your skin. And, yes, he makes you count every hit. But his go-to form of impact is usually his hand. He’ll slap you around a bit, maybe even the occasional spanking if you’re really bad (again, he makes you keep count). Resorting to the belt for that is his nuclear option.

If you’re a fucking freak like me, then you’ll absolutely love his belt. The way it tightly binds your wrists together is like heaven, and you love to run your tongue over the little marks it leaves behind (IT’S MY YANDERE READER BLURB, I GET TO DECIDE OUR KINKS). Wanna be a full-on freak? Steal his belt and wear it around your neck as a casual accessory! That won’t get weird looks at all!

… Who knows, maybe it’ll prompt him to get you a collar.

AAAAAAAANYWAYS, Scott is so cruel. He’s been letting you get away with your act for too long, so he’s really hellbent on reminding you who’s boss. But he also likes to reward good behavior. Expect the occasional soft praise and caress when you’re being especially obedient. He knows you fold like a house of cards at any sort of attention from him; he likes to use that to his advantage to further condition you.

Now, you may be wondering just how far he goes with these… sessions. When you’ve got a little freak like you who’s obsessed with a natural hard dom, the sexual tension is going to be suffocating. No matter how hard he tries to keep this solely on correcting your brattiness, he can only stay strong for so long…

He likes to think of it as one of his rewards for you. Nothing more. And if he just so happens to enjoy it a little bit too much, that’s nobody’s business.

His favorite way to take you is in his lap, facing each other as his hands on your hips guide you up and down. He’ll let you set the pace at first, cuz it’s your reward, but don’t expect him to let you be a tease. He’s shutting that shit down real quick. You’re expected to behave from now on, remember? Don’t make him turn this into another punishment… he’s got the patience to edge you for a long time.

This is when he’ll indulge in any sort of weird yandere quirks you have. Want him to call you his? Sure thing. Bite you? Not really his thing, but alright. Grab you by the next? He does this one with a little too much enthusiasm (HE’S INTO IT BECAUSE I SAID SO).

Aftercare is filled with soft cuddles, mainly initiated by you cuz there’s no way in hell you’re letting him go. They’d have to shoot you dead 80 times and pry your cold hands off him with a damn crowbar. It takes him a bit to convince you to at least wipe both of you down, but you eventually relent at the promise of even more cuddles later.

So. Post brat-taming session, does this mean your rebellious streak is officially done? Well… that’s for you to decide. If you’re mainly just out for Scott’s affection, he’s more than willing to shower you in it. Cuz, y’know, he’s a good mentor who likes to positively reinforce the rookie. No subtext behind this whatsoever. However, if you’re a little masochist, you may find yourself acting out every now and then so he can immediately put you back in your place. He doesn’t mind reminding you at all.

The other X-Men are completely taken aback at your change in attitude. You’re no longer doing everything in your power to oppose Scott, and instead follow all of his orders to a T. Huh. How strange. Whatever stern lecture he gave you must’ve really did the trick, cuz now you’re dutifully standing at his side and even calling him sir.

… Say, what are those strange bruises around your neck?

Oh my god, you make it so hard to push the narrative that everything is completely normal between you two. Can’t you just act normal for five minutes?! Stop trying to lick is fingers in a public area, damnit!!

#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ ROMANTIC(?) YANDERE #❥ DOM SCOTT SUMMERS #❥ SCOTT SUMMERS X YANDERE READER #❥ YANDERE READER #❥ GN READER #❥ SUB READER

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eldritchsnowflake · 12 days ago

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my life- totally normal- not just had a fucking bombshell dropped on me about my family or anything. nope- no- nuh-uh

anyway unrelated please send asks about my f/os or s/is or whatever to take my mind off Stuff, i kinda need it-

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memory-mortis · 1 year ago

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Everytime I close my eyes

I see erien in a sweater where it slipped off on one side holding a steaming hot drink….

Unrelated note what colour/pattern do you think the sweater would be, also knitted vs crochet sweater, which one would erien prefer

Totally unrelated

Totally…..

i think she'd be more of a knitted gal but crochet is not off the table!

as for style... hmm, i think she'd wear anything with heart patterns or heart cut outs, maybe some cute ribbons. picture a pink sweater with white heart stripes going from the middle. smth like this

(i am totally not channeling my love for heart patterns into her nuh uh)

#ivy!#oc talk

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reachartwork · 11 days ago

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This post has nothing to do with the ethics of scraping, or ethical values at all. You are tilting at a windmill - this is entirely, 100% a post about physically, how it works, and nothing else. I say this literally at the top, which indicates that you did not actually read the post, you saw the word "AI", saw red, and decided to make it my problem.

I could not tell you, statistically, if the view of AI as an automatic collage machine that is "literally taking bits and pieces" of other people's art is the majority. However, it is extremely common, especially online.

Let me address some other points.

If a tool needs access to art that was laboured over for money or joy to function, that art being stolen is fucked. Infinitely more so when it is for profit.

Not to be snarky but I have some extremely bad news for you about how literally all tools in manufactured, if you're not whittling your own pencils, mining your own graphite, and baking your own paper. But, not for nothing, this is not actually true anymore - there are some extremely competent models that were created entirely with public domain and cc0 artwork - I use that model, specifically.

Also, you can't just assert it's being "stolen". Stealing implies a lot. This isn't me being pedantic, it's literally not being stolen - at worst, the art is being pirated. Stealing implies that it's being taken permanently from the original owner, and they are being deprived usage of it in the process. Also wrapped up in this assumption is that the art is then fraudulently resold, which is also not happening.

I kind of feel it's active bad faith (or lying to yourself, at best) to argue it's like humans being inspired.

This isn't even a logical fallacy because you're not actually arguing anything - this is the equivalent of going "nuh uh". My sources are all listed on the bottom of each slide, which can show exactly how this all works mechanistically. Your source is Vibes.

no matter what, a human brings all of their life experiences unrelated to an inspiration when making art. Gen AI does not have life experience.

It's a great thing that generative AI tools don't make art autonomously like some great big skynet and are being used by a human with viewpoints and inspirations, huh?

No one is entitled to art off the backs of humans

Nobody's entitled to anything except birth and death. I'm not going to belabor the point that everything you own, assuming you are affluent enough to own a phone and/or computer and with enough free time to regularly go on tumblr, is built off the back of other humans in significantly worse labor conditions than that of the poor working artist having their art pirated (maybe, but not really).

at the end of the day I just don't think it's ethically OK to use a tool like that

That's cool. What are you going to do to stop me?

Okay, pt 2, because some people are being snarky in the tags.

Let me address this point by point;

It's not plagiarism because it's not plagiarism. Plagiarism is an academic concept, not a legal one, but even within that framework, it is very clearly not plagiarism. Plagiarism is the act of presenting another individual's intellectual output—such as words, ideas, data, artistic expression, or code—as one's own, without proper attribution, and regardless of intent. AI generated art is a: not another person's intellectual output and b: in every FOSS case I can think of, properly credited and attributed - you can go look up the LAION-5b dataset and find every citation, nothing's stopping you.

Those two points about taxi apps and collusion have nothing to do with what you are saying except that they both share the veneer of silicon valley. Epistemologically, these are totally unrelated ideas.

I never said that. I do frequently claim that this is the way I, as a disabled artist, prefer to make art, because I don't want to spend 20 years learning how to paint with my buttcheeks. Sorry if that's a problem for you.

This post is quite old, and the thread it derived from even older.

AI is good, you are suckers who were fooled by the fearmongers like idiots.

The implication here that this is astroturfed is extremely funny given my extremely public history of doing this stuff for five years back when it was just an intellectual curiosity designed by weird transgenders and a guy named Ryan. It's not hidden information. Here's my very first post on tumblr. You just have conspiracy brain and assume the only reason anyone could disagree with your extremely well-reasoned points is because they're being paid to do it or something.

Anyway. Are we done here? Thanks.

PLEASE JUST LET ME EXPLAIN REDUX

AI {STILL} ISN'T AN AUTOMATIC COLLAGE MACHINE

I'm not judging anyone for thinking so. The reality is difficult to explain and requires a cursory understanding of complex mathematical concepts - but there's still no plagiarism involved. Find the original thread on twitter here; https://x.com/reachartwork/status/1809333885056217532

A longpost!

This is a reimagining of the legendary "Please Just Let Me Explain Pt 1" - much like Marvel, I can do nothing but regurgitate my own ideas.

You can read that thread, which covers slightly different ground and is much wordier, here; https://x.com/reachartwork/status/1564878372185989120

This longpost will; Give you an approximately ELI13 level understanding of how it works Provide mostly appropriate side reading for people who want to learn Look like a corporate presentation

This longpost won't; Debate the ethics of image scraping Valorize NFTs or Cryptocurrency, which are the devil Suck your dick

WHERE DID THIS ALL COME FROM?

The very short, very pithy version of *modern multimodal AI* (that means AI that can turn text into images - multimodal means basically "it can operate on more than one -type- of information") is that we ran an image captioner in reverse.

The process of creating a "model" (the term for the AI's ""brain"", the mathematical representation where the information lives, it's not sentient though!) is necessarily destructive - information about original pictures is not preserved through the training process.

The following is a more in-depth explanation of how exactly the training process works. The entire thing operates off of turning all the images put in it into mush! There's nothing left for it to "memorize". Even if you started with the exact same noise pattern you'd get different results.

SO IF IT'S NOT MEMORIZING, WHAT IS IT DOING?

Great question! It's constructing something called "latent space", which is an internal representation of every concept you can think of and many you can't, and how they all connect to each other both conceptually and visually.

CAN'T IT ONLY MAKE THINGS IT'S SEEN?

Actually, only being able to make things it's seen is sign of a really bad AI! The desired end-goal is a model capable of producing "novel information" (novel meaning "new").

Let's talk about monkey butts and cigarettes again.

BUT I SAW IT DUPLICATE THE MONA LISA!

This is called overfitting, and like I said in the last slide, this is a sign of a bad, poorly trained AI, or one with *too little* data. You especially don't want overfitting in a production model!

To quote myself - "basically there are so so so many versions of the mona lisa/starry night/girl with the pearl earring in the dataset that they didn't deduplicate (intentionally or not) that it goes "too far" in that direction when you try to "drive there" in the latent vector and gets stranded."

Anyway, like I said, this is not a technical overview but a primer for people who are concerned about the AI "cutting and pasting bits of other people's artworks". All the information about how it trains is public knowledge, and it definitely Doesn't Do That.

There are probably some minor inaccuracies and oversimplifications in this thread for the purpose of explaining to people with no background in math, coding, or machine learning. But, generally, I've tried to keep it digestible. I'm now going to eat lunch.

Post Script: This is not a discussion about capitalists using AI to steal your job. You won't find me disagreeing that doing so is evil and to be avoided. I think corporate HQs worldwide should spontaneously be filled with dangerous animals.

Cheers!

#long post #discourse #not art #i am so sorry @ all my followers

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hard-core-super-star · 2 years ago

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I see we're in the same boat, I don't know if this is cool or sad. probably sad. NOPE, I said my point remained! It wasn't fair, this win didn't count. I didn't earn that right? how do I earn this then? totally not sounding desperate at all, I'm asking in a normal, controlled tone😶 oh, thank the jury for me because they're so merciful.

nuh-uh hdhwkwkdjsk It would be embarrassing if I said it every time this happened, not that it happens often and...um...uhh... yeaaah, the congratulations we deserve- I can clearly see that we really lost track of the conversations lmao.

why not both? Sitting back and chilling after a long interaction feels rewarding. oh that's actually cool, do they take classes with you? but anyway I can send you a message via pigeon if you want.

I have but since you don't want to know I'm not going to say anything about my boy, not because I talk non-stop about him once I start. Well, I think I can try, I wouldn't want to make you look desperate, but I don't know how I would be a well-behaved person since you want me to finish my sentences 🤨

I saw it and I already talked about it, but I still find myself on the ground, I'm a sucker for angst and it hit me hard. the way you describe feelings and my god, all the affection involved there despite the unpleasant events- Kate, R and Yelena's feelings colliding there I- awhsksks why did you do that???? 😭😭 (look at you, already knowing that I was sleeping, I'm tempted to give you a star)

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i'm going to go with cool because i can 🤘 hmm, too late, i already took the win, you can't take it away from me. maybe give me my very deserved wins and you can earn your nickname. mhmm, i can tell how controlled you are. i think they were only merciful because you were tired but we'll have to see, they're easily swayed.

it can't be more embarrassing than all my obvious comments so really, it would only be fair if you shared all those moments with me. it's not like i'm actively encouraging it or trying my best to keep making you smile or anything of that sort. i still think we're doing good despite how chaotic our conversations are.

both does sound good, people are just really annoying, ngl. she's actually a friend from high school who sort of became a younger sister to me so i'm constantly checking on her to see if i can offer some, slightly chaotic, advice. slightly unrelated but i've always loved the idea of sending letters. i know it's a lot of work but idk, it's always sounded cool to me. and it's weirdly a common theme among queer people [mainly emisue but we briefly touched on michelangelo doing this too]

that's definitely not something i would love to hear about, especially because i happen to have two cats that i love more than anything. what if i say being well-behaved equals finishing your sentences? does that change your mind about leaving them unfinished? 👀

you already know i love hearing you talk about my writing so do it as often as you like. i think it's obvious how much i lean toward angst + hurt/comfort. i don't really know why, there's just always so much more to explore than with regular fluff. i absolutely adored writing about all three of them and having them form that support system together. [yeah, it definitely didn't have to do with the fact that you literally told me you were going to go to sleep in that message so you wouldn't have seen my response until you woke up 😶 i'll 119% accept that star though]

#rubix replies #🌟

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sortyourlifeoutmate · 2 years ago

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Also, unrelated, but the Ministry of Defence was apparently running some conference or other about, you know, defence crap, and they invited a chap called Dan Kaszeta, who is an expert in defence crap - chemical weapons primarily, he says.

Only he has now been disinvited, because his social media got trawled and it turns out he’s criticised the government once or twice.

So that’s not fucking sinister at all, is it?

The American, who has been based in the UK for the past 13 years, told BBC Two's Newsnight he was "outraged" that the government's trawl through his Twitter account - on which he poked fun at Liz Truss, expressed anti-Brexit views and criticised asylum policy - means he can no longer share his knowledge with delegates from the government, industry, academia and armed forces.

He received an email last month - which has been shown to Newsnight - that told him: "Rules introduced by the Cabinet Office in 2022 specify that the social media accounts of potential speakers must be vetted before final acceptance to the programme. The vetting is impartial and purely evidence-based.

"The check on your social media has identified material that criticises government officials and policy. It is for this reason and not because we do not value your technical insight, that I'm afraid that we have no choice and must cancel your invitation to the CWD conference."

I do love how they can do this sort of thing with a straight face and claim it’s just to keep things fair and balanced. It’s like whenever a company gets accused of doing something nefarious and they wheel out a spokesobject to say “Nuh uh, totally didn’t” - why even bother asking? What are they going to do? Admit they’re cunts?

Oh! And even better! This is not an isolated incident! This is simply the rules in action! It’s happened before! It’ll keep happening!

Jesus Christ, it’s getting a little beyond a joke, isn’t it?

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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carving pumpkins with the brothers

includes: the brothers & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

warnings: mention of and use of a knife to carve a pumpkin

a/n: happy halloween to those who celebrate! enoy some #fall content from yours truly. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come talk to me!!

please reblog (with pics of what you think the brothers pumpkins looked like)

“i’m gonna try to carve your face,” mammon says, and you burst out laughing.

“good luck with that,” satan says drily, bent over his pumpkin, spoon in hand. somehow, unlike asmo beside him, he’s completely spotless, with not a hint of goop on him anywhere.

“yeah,” belphie adds, “because your art skills can actually make that happen.”

mammon pouts, waving a handful of pumpkin guts through the air threateningly. “you guys are so mean to me! i could do it.”

“yeah, right,” levi chimes in. he’s got his brow furrowed in concentration as he outlines the shape he wants to cut out in marker, checking his reference picture every so often to make sure he’s on track. it doesn’t escape your attention that his reference photo, is in fact, a ruri-chan chibi.

“hey, beel, put that down!” belphie slaps beel’s hand just before he puts a seed into his mouth. “mc said we’ve gotta cook them first.”

“we do,” you confirm. “beel, i promise the wait will be worth it.”

he sighs, but nods. “fine. but i’m so hungry.”

“you’ll survive,” lucifer tells him, showing no mercy. he’s got his sleeves rolled up and is elbow-deep in the pumpkin, apparently haven given up on using a scoop. it’s nice to see him let go a little bit, and you’re not going to lie, the faces he’s been making at the texture deserve to be memorialised.

“okay, i think i’m ready to carve,” you say to no one in particular, and in an instant, several different carving tools are being held out. you choose one of the kitchen knives, not trusting yourself to manage anything fancier. you’ve gone for a very classic jack-o-lantern and only hope you can do it justice. carving neatly has never been your strong suit.

but isn’t that part of the fun? getting messy and goopy and having everything look a little bit wonky? you certainly think so.

“be careful not to cut yourself,” mammon warns, and you flash him a grin.

“thanks, i will.”

carefully beginning with the eyes, you begin to cut out your face.

“i’m done,” beel announces, and you look over to see his pumpkin. it’s one of the largest ones you could find and what he’s done with it is comical. a small, friendly face sits directly in the middle, disproportionately sized to the rest.

“i like it,” you say, fighting a laugh. “if you want to begin sorting the seeds from the goop, then we can cook them faster.”

beel nods, seriously and begins to do what you say. you finish up your carving in the next few minutes, proudly setting it aside.

“whoa, mc, that looks really good,” asmo cheers, and you lean over to wipe a bit of pumpkin guts off of his cheek. how he’s gotten so messy within is completely beyond you, but hey, at least he looks like he’s having a good time. “do you think you can help me with mine?”

“no way,” levi says. “we all have to do our own!”

“ugh, fine.”

“lucifer, how is yours going?” you ask, peering at his pumpkin. he’s got a pen in his hands now and seems to be considering what kind of face.

“good, except i can’t think of what to draw,” he replies, and you spread your arms.

“but there are so many options!”

“and that’s the problem. i work better when there are fewer choices.”

“maybe look up some inspo pics?” you offer helpfully, and he nods, pulling out his d.d.d.

“mammon, let’s see yours,” satan says gleefully, and mammon jumps, covering it with his arms.

“no way! it’s not ready!”

“but you’ve been drawing forever!”

“mc’s face is kinda hard, okay?” he defends, still not letting anyone see.

“that means you screwed up,” belphie intones, and mammon flushes.

“nuh-uh!” he pauses. “but um, on a totally unrelated note, are there any extra pumpkins?”

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years ago

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What if

MC is actually Diavolo's adoptive sibling? As in.... Demon King Dad saw MC as a kid and just adopted them because they were lost and couldn't find their parents?

MC has Satan's personality, ie they're fine until someone ticks them off....

Yay! Dia gets the friend he needs! :D

So, let’s say the demon king woke up for like, 20 minutes, saw this random human child, and just went, “Oh Diavolo, you always wanted a sibling.” *hands him MC* “Here. I’m going back to sleep.”

Diavolo

…I’m sorry but HUUUUUH??! How’d this even happen?! One second Diavolo is doing really boring paperwork and then the next he has this tiny human in his lap and he’s browsing parenting forums- BARBATOS THE HUMAN COUGHED CALL LUCIFER-

Well uh… he’s a big brother :D yaaaaaaaay! Barbatos, please cancel his two o’clock, he and MC are going to play catch in the yard. Wait… what do you mean he can’t cancel his two o’clock? Aw… well, after dinner they’ll play catch.

Like many older siblings, Diavolo ends up fulfilling part of a parental role as well…

He loves this little human, and the first time he got a good look at their rather… Vesuvian temper, was when they were both playing a game of DevilKart. The poor little thing had fallen off rainbow road one too many times.

Everything was quiet, then complete chaos.

MC was throwing things, screaming, cursing like a sailor, it was mental. Thankfully, after recovering from his shock, Dia was able to just pick MC up and hold them in the air like Simba until they calmed down.

“We can’t solve our problems like this, MC. Would you like to play on a different track?”

When MC gets older (*sniffle* they grow up so fast…) they obviously enrol at RAD! Diavolo’s always happy to see what new spells they’ve learned, even if they haven’t quite mastered everything yet.

Lucifer

…huh? The demon king did what exactly?

After getting over his initial shock, Lucifer devolves into his usual state but still slightly more stressed. He can’t let Lord Diavolo see him in a state of crazed panic!

Lucifer just kind of observes at first, trying to see what this little human’s deal is. But before he could say no, Diavolo dumped babysitting duty on him one day.

So, stuck with this small child on a random Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon. What is a Pride demon to do?

Teach the technically-princet of the Devildom some history of course!

“And then the princess decapitated all of her political enemies in court after luring them into a trap during the legal proceedings.” “Yay! Tell more!”

As the child grew older, Lucifer began to notice something… concerning. This child was an awful lot like that little brother of his… the one that had a penchant for pranks and sneaking cats into the house.

This all came to a head when Lucifer had to duck behind his desk because the kid was throwing the mother of all tantrums over only being allowed two Oreos after dinner. Oh geez… just like Satan… except much less biting.

Mammon

Oi! What’s with the little ankle biter sittin’ oh Lord Diavolo’s knee? New little sibling? Pfft, that’s lame. Don’t go askin’ the great Mammon to babysit because he ain’t doin’ it!

The Great Mammon was then told to babysit.

MC grew attached very quickly, for reasons completely unknown and totally unrelated to the ice cream that was totally not eaten before dinner.

When MC was smaller, they used to cling to Mammon’s leg like a koala and he’d just have to live with it. He’d walk around with MC attached like an ankle weight.

A few years down the line when MC’s not a little kid anymore, Mammon is the leader of the “break MC out of the castle to go do fun shit” squad.

“Hey! Kid! Jump! I’ll catch ya!” “Mam, I thought you were good at math! That force equals mass times acceleration stuff means that if I fall from this height and land on you, I’m breaking my legs!” “…Beel you catch them.”

Leviathan

No. Nuh uh. Exiting the server lobby. Levi is absconding. Babies and little kids are so annoying…

Yeah, safe to say Levi wasn’t too happy whenever MC came over for any reason. Why? Simple. They liked the way his room looked, and wanted to touch his precious figurines!

“I wanna play!” “N-no! That’s a rare Ruri-chan figurine! See here, there’s a production defect where they accidentally gave her hot pink nail polish instead of the normal salmon pink nail polish-” “LEMME PLAY!”

That led to one of the worst tantrums since Satan was a baby… Levi almost summoned Lotan to protect his precious manga and figurines- NO NOT HIS GAMING SETUP!

Everything turned out fine… surprisingly Mammon saved the day by wandering into the room and calming MC down- wait. Why was Mammon going into Levi’s room in the first place?

Not for a scummy reason? Sure. And Levi’s an extrovert.

Levi gets on much better with MC after they get older and have a better hold on their emotions. He does his duty and introduces them to anime and gaming, Rainbow Road continues to be a causer of gamer rage.

Satan

*Spider man pointing meme*

In all seriousness, Satan is more interested in how and why the demon king woke up from his nap and decided to adopt this seemingly normal human child.

Satan couldn’t sense any super strong magic… yet anyway.

He was going to figure things out. By totally legitimate and non-dangerous means. He just needs to find a way to babysit without Barbatos or (*gag*) Lucifer skulking around…

It actually takes a good few years, and Satan has bore witness to MC’s fiery temper… perhaps this could be his key to finding out if they actually have any magic.

After finally getting them decently alone at RAD, Satan had literally orchestrated the entire room into something designed to piss someone off. He poured pop all over the floors to make them sticky, he turned up the thermostat so the room was close to boiling, all of the chairs and tables were ever so slightly uneven so everything wobbled.

I just gave everyone who suffers from sensory overload a heart attack didn’t I?

Basically, Satan lets them stew for a bit, then starts a fight. A fight with a child. A child who is the adopted child of the demon king. This was a great idea.

So. After getting an (annoyingly sticky) boot to the face, Satan got his answer. Yes. MC could do magic, and no, this was not worth it.

Satan and MC are on quite rocky terms.

Asmodeus

Oh look a baby.

…

What the fuck-

See everyone, since Asmo is just the most perfect, amazing, beautiful, astounding, did he mention beautiful-

What Asmo’s getting at is, he’d love to babysit little MC sometime! Just babysitting though, if MC throws up on anything, Asmo will pitch a fit.

When Asmo holds MC for the first time, he nearly starts bawling. It’s just *sniffle* been so long since he’s held a baaaaaaaby… he holds MC out to Satan and starts blubbering about how small and cute Satan was when he was MC’s age.

Anyway~ Asmo is a proud member of the “bust MC out of the castle to go have fun” club. He just can’t stand the idea of MC being locked up all alone and sad in the castle…

Asmo is in near constant competition with Mammon for the spot of MC’s favourite. And Asmo’s actually doing really well in this competition. He helps MC make friends, he helps them look their best, he’s their constant hype man…

Everyone say thank you to Asmo for being great :3

Beelzebub

:0 a small human! They’re so little!

After being entranced by the human’s smallness, Beel is more concerned with his twin…

But um… anyway. Beel does his best to not scare MC, he knows he can be kind of intimidating without meaning to be.

Sometimes when MC needed help reaching things, he’d lift them up onto the counter so they could get their things :) the problem is Beel sometimes gets distracted by food and forgets to help MC back down.

“Hello MC, what are you doing up there?” “You left me here!” “Oh… whoops.”

Beel has a similar approach to Diavolo when MC goes on a rampage, he picks them up and holds them in the air.

Beel is another proud member of the “bust MC out of the castle to do fun shit” squad. He’s the person MC hides behind whenever Lucifer is spotted in the distance.

Belphegor

…ew.

Not only is that thing a human, it’s a child. Children are gross. And wriggly. And noisy. And- annoying Diavolo is going to be their primary caretaker.

Ugh… time to plot some revenge for Lilith.

Knowing that Belphie is a homicidal little shit, Lucifer takes extra care to make sure MC is never in a situation where someone can’t rescue them from the cow man.

After years of plotting murder… Belphie realizes he does not in fact want to kill a child. Or the adult that MC eventually becomes.

They’re just kinda cute? And it’s very funny when Lucifer has to deal with their tantrums.

“Hey. Hey MC.” “What?” “Wanna join the Anti Lucifer League?” “No! Lucifer’s nice-” “We have a pillow fort.” “I’m sold.”

It does take a while to convince everyone that Belphie doesn’t mean MC any harm, but once that trust is earned, it’s not uncommon for MC and Belphie to be found napping together.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #asks #ask

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mysticmeena · 3 years ago

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your post was beautiful, really fuelling the daydreams right now and i’m living for it.

anywho, i return with more bird feed for the brain. male!roxie who’s surprisingly good at praising his puppy (yeah, that’s readers official title now. or the occasional pup. and yes, reader does respond to it like it’s their name.)! when he’s feeling nice, he loves to pat your head and praise you gently. usually, the praises turn back to him, in someway.

“ it’s truly a miracle you’ve managed to stay by my side this long, most people can’t. i’m so proud”

male!roxie who enjoys reading when he’s feeling domestic for once in his life, and lets reader rest their head on his lap as he does so. it was.. scary, at first. puppy expected some kind of prank. totally expected him to pinch their cheek and do his condescending ‘ nuh uh ‘ as if they’re a real puppy, but no, he allowed it!! how odd..

male!roxie who hand feeds reader. hear me out. say you’re just giving beside him on a chill day, roxie will definitely pluck a grape from the bowl sitting on the little table and hold it up to your mouth, wholeheartedly expecting you to accept this oh so gracious offer of his and eat as much as he wants you to. (he’s the one who asked for the grapes in the first place.. weirdo )

oh and if you’re wondering, yes, that is his excuse to shove his fingers into your mouth. he likes watching you splutter in shock about it. yeah, he’s so mean.

aw, I'm so glad you love the post! <333 and omg yes nonnie, you're so creative!!

praises are just a must for our glorious male!roxana, after all! with his golden fair hair, his captivating ruby red eyes, and that a smile that cause women and men to fall for him, you have to consider yourself lucky he kept you next to him! and he reminds you ever so often of that. he's your master so obviously he expects you to compliment him whenever you're both together which is almost all the time. he'll only ever praise you if you've been a good puppy to him. and if you haven't been good to him, you could see a very cold side of him which he doesn't even acknowledge you. even to the point he treats you like an actual dog which is definitely what you don't want to experience.

typically, it would be you to hand feed him. does he bite your fingers every now and then? yes he does but if you're lucky enough, he would kiss where he bit you even though he was the reason why it hurts. but some days, he likes to feed you from his hand. yeah, he would shove his fingers down on your mouth whenever he wants to but on the more genuine moments shared between you both. he likes to watch you make the expressions when he personally hand feeds you. either you're shocked or must accept it as him being him, he also takes notes of what food you like and what you don't. he'd be a horrible master if didn't know his puppy's preference even if he teases them about it.

domestic moments are not the rarest moments but are not uncommon in the agriche mansion. after all, he is one of lante's top three children so work is necessary to do. but after a long day of work, he'll just crash into the bed, taking you along with him. whether you were cleaning up his room or reading a book, he won't care. after all, won't you put his needs first as you always do? and during one of the more overwhelming days of being an agriche, he let his head rest on your chest and listens to your heartbeat which keeps him grounded in reality. to him, you may be his puppy but you're also his saving grace. you keep him from going insane in this household yet at the same time, he would go berserk if you're harmed in any way. you can't leave him in this hellish household. he won't let you.

on the unrelated note, i just keep thinking of this one scenario! when the night the black agriche falls and male!roxana runs away, he'll take you with him and disappear into the night. whether you find a lovely cottage to settle in or a bustling city filled with opportunities, you'll find a new side of him that isn't overshadowed by the agriche name. he may still be your teasing master and you'll be his loyal puppy yet somehow you feel as if you can finally reach out to him and he'll meet you halfway.

#— meena answers #the way to protect the female lead's older brother

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years ago

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If you see me liking some of your zhongli works no you don’t. Totally not swooning over them again, what you mean!!

On an unrelated, completely unrelated note, like totally not related at all, nuh-uh!!

T-The way you write him makes me happy dance and swoon and kick my feet and squeal.

Okay!! This is all! Just wanted to throw my appreciation and swoon at you!! >o<

READ THEM ALL CAMMIEEEE -- Zhongli is so touched that you would want to hear stories about him (though Xiao might get a bit jealous, so be careful about that, fufuf)

(wwaaaa im glad you like those stories so much - sometimes I feel like he’s the easiest to write and other times i’m just like, ‘geo grandpa whyyy, why you so difficult to make words for T>T) -- it’s a hard life cammie, i need a hug

#hazelmail #cammie my love #my sweet Cammie #cammie #coffee elixir #simp elixir zhongli #read all the things #but you have to read Xiao's next #so he doesn't get lonely #--- he asked me personally #for you to go see him #so goooo

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marismoments39 · 1 year ago

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"Better" this, "better" that, you better watch your tongue, pow, if you know what's best for you! Years of Namori's masterful character design, wasted. the compacity and beauty of the thin braids, reduced to shambles. Sakurako's opinion too, blown to smithereens by you. yes, you. an agent of chaos, going around spreading the propaganda that himawari's fat clunky braids are "better." what "better"?? anyways, I've obviously been mostly joking.. MOSTLY... but you gotta understand the newer is better! well, not even newer, because she's been like that for SO long. longer than I've known you, longer than you've known me, and longer than we've known yuruyuri! in fact, if you track the dates, she's had her hair like that for LONGER THAN HIMAWARI'S CANONICALLY BEEN ALIVE, that being, over thirteen years! and that's a hell of alot of time. and, I know what you'd probably been thinking, "Moon, just cuz it's been there a while doesn't mean it's good. my closet's had dust atop it for years, but that doesn't make it a better closet," and I know! just because she's had the thin braids for longer doesn't mean they're good... but they proof they're good. also, may I just denote that they're part of himawari's identity now? because, I don't know about you, but when I picture himawari's face, her braids and alice band are some of the first things that come to mind. they're iconic. they're just as much of a part of himawari as her love for sakurako, or her sunflower aesthetic. pow, no offense, but you and katie's doings are like shipping himawari and akari. sure, it may be entertaining, but come on. that's not himawari. that's a totally blatant disregard for her. and that's what this is about! Himawari! It's about her! anyways, let's actually get IN to character design, shall we? Himawari is a small girl! Sure, she's taller than sakurako, but she's pretty small! or, compact, dare I say! let's look at something here

this here is my least favourite himawari album art. can you tell why? I don't think it applies to everyone, but the posing here is sorta off! also, if you look, she has significantly larger braids than usual here!! anyways, it makes her design too topheavy! what do I mean? well, although I don't usually like to mention it, a big part of himawari's design was her boobs! and I say "was" because we've thankfully moved away from that nowadays, but do you see the problem here? big boobs + big braids = big problems!!! now, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend to be a character artist, nuh-uh-uh! but you may see one of my issues now? and that's that himawari's small, and there's not much surface area! not much space to add STUFF. when your design has just a few notable features, it's really difficult when they're intermixing like that!

(unrelated well sorta related but I just got a reblog)

(Yes!! I am implying that!!! no, I'm OUTRIGHT saying it!! katie, you've only watched season 1 (and one episode of season2,) and you haven't read the manga! himawari gets SO little screentime in s1!! and most her screentime is just boob jokes!! smh!!!)

anyways, namori actually gave himawari much bigger braids in s1, case in point:

compared to modern himawari, they're quite different. but namori's overall style has also changed over the years, so wahtever. amyways, himawari's alice band and hair vents(??) were also often overshadowed by her big braids back then! she had a really unbalanced design, and NAMORI KNEW THAT! you know who else does, SAKURAKO.

lookie here. a more modern himawari design, do you see what's changed? there's more attention at the BACK of her hair rather than the FRONT. it's tied properly! what does this mean? MOBILITY. himawari physically cannot do stuff when her braids are big. animators struggle, namori needs weird poses, and they get in the way of everything. oh ALSO ALSO HOLD ON I NEED TO GUSH OVER HER NEWEST DESIGN

LOOK at that oh my god LOOK at that!! they got her hair perfectly tied here, as in, the place before the braids is perfect! and her hair "vents" and alice band are placed as they should!! "moon what the heck are you talking about-" HER ALICE BAND IS ACTUALLY WHERE A NORMAL PERSON'S ONE WOULD BE OMG IT'S NOT JUST A RANDOM ACCESSORY IN HER HAIR!!! Himawari actually has alot of hair, an excess, one may say. but you never really realize! something I like about this hairstyle is how it showcases her personality.

she is kempt. she clearly has a bunch of hair, she likes it, but she neatened it, she tied it, she controlled it. it's all so cordial. she's a coward who'll just cut their hair to make it more managable, no. she's managing hard. it sorta feels representative of her actual personality. she's super respectful and cordial and proper, but she has fun! she gets mad at sakurako! she crushes, she gushes, she braids neat as can be. it's not out for the world to see, it's here for himawari to see.

also

you guys are so mean are you saying she's inadequate :( himawawri doesn't need more hair to prove to you guys she's amazing... smh...

this is a callout post on my tumblr.com to @powwuten and @saturn-amanogawa btw

NEW OOMURO-KE TRAILER ASFHOIJEF

DUDE!!! RELEASE DATE! ALSO OMG THEY BROUGHT THE SONGS BACK THEY BROUGHT THE SONGS BACK OGMOGM AAAAAAAAAA IS THI SONE GONNA HAV ENA ALBUM?? ALSO HIKAMWAIR IOLOOK LOOK AT HIMAWARI AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#spoke more with my heart than my brain #lost alot of key points #but it's well past midnight I think I deserve a pass #I valiantly defended himawari #woohoo!#daily himawari

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tommysparker · 4 years ago

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Never Forget You [Chapter 3]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: hey y’all! thank you for your patience with this chapter. enjoy!! :) [also totally didn’t have this in my drafts then forget to post earlier pfftttt whaaaatt?]

Warnings: angst with a tiny amount of fluff. anakin finally makes his debut in this series. it gets better just stay with me. long italic paragraphs = flashbacks

Anakin Skywalker had witnessed many things over the years.

Giant beasts? At least once a week. Sith Lords? Becoming too common. Droid armies? All year long. Looking death in the eye? Simply another day in the life of a Jedi.

Nothing could ever have prepared him for the sight he was currently witnessing.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Master, The Negotiator, the Jedi Council’s most prized Jedi…sulking.

It has been a full week since You returned to the Jedi Temple and Anakin couldn’t help to think his former Master’s mood and your arrival were connected. He was vaguely aware of your past friendship, only hearing bits and pieces of the adventures you had together as Padawans.

During his days under Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship he would often hear about how “a wise Jedi I once knew” would do certain things. He wanted to know more about this oh-so-great Jedi, however, any time the young boy asked his Master would always brush him off with a mournful look in his eyes.

He didn’t understand at the time but now he’s beginning to piece together that perhaps there was something more between the two of you.

“You think Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi were courting?”

“Keep your voice down, Snips,” Anakin hushed.

“Sorry, sorry. But Master,” Ahsoka lowers her voice, “what led you to that conclusion? I’ve hardly seen them together since Master Y/l/n came back. What makes you think they could be lovers?”

“That’s just it, Ahoska. They’ve been avoiding each other like the Rakghoul plague. Obi-Wan told me they were such good friends, and now that they’re back they can’t stand to be in the same room as each other? I don’t buy it.” Anakin looked back to where Obi-Wan sat with Commander Cody, no doubt brainstorming new battle tactics and liberation plans.

“So what do you suppose we do? Set them up or something?” The look her Master gave her made her regret her words the moment they left her mouth.

“Come on, Snips. It’s a good idea. We get them to stay in the same room so they have no choice but to confront each other and talk things out! It’s genius.” Anakin smiled, his eyes still on his former Master. He had a feeling if Obi-Wan were to find out about this plan he would be in for a major lecture but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He couldn’t stand to see the old man look so miserable, not if he can do anything about it.

Ahsoka crossed her arms and followed her Master’s gaze. Something was clearly different about her Grand-Master. He had put his full attention into ending the war, which wasn’t new. However, she could tell something was off. He no longer came out to the landing zone to greet returning fighters, stayed away from the meditation and training centers as well as the Jedi Archives which was the most off-putting observation considering that was where he spent most of his time.

Anytime someone needed to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, the first place they would check was the ancient history section of the Jedi Archives.

“I don’t know why you find so much interest in these old books Y/n/n,” Obi-Wan complained from across the table. “Can’t we go practice our lightsaber skills instead?”

You smiled. “Nuh uh, mister. If I won the wager you promised to sit with me during my reading time. Now shush, and read.” You pushed the unopened textbook toward the pouting Padawan. “Maybe you’ll actually learn something.”

Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out in a childish manner, sighing dramatically when you gave him a certain look and reluctantly opened the cover and began to read Tales of The Old Republic.

Safe to say from that point onward, Obi-Wan would join your daily Archive visits with zero complaints.

You close the book, careful to make sure no pages fell out and gently push it back into its place on the shelf. Using the force, you carefully push the ladder you were currently standing on over to the next column and begin nitpicking through the array of old texts.

It took a few days for you to settle in and readjust to the Jedi Temple life. Once you had, however, things quickly took a turn.

Master Yoda requested that you help train some of the younglings who were having trouble advancing into the next stages of becoming a Jedi. In all honesty, you much rather have had the freedom to roam for at least one more week, but the new role presented an excuse to not be around a certain blue-eyed Jedi.

“Looking for something?”

The voice startled you, causing you to jump and lose your balance on the ladder. You yelp as you begin to fall towards the ground, bracing yourself for the hash impact and the bruises that would add to the collection on your side still currently healing.

Instead, you feel a pair of arms catch you, one under your back and the other behind your knees in a classic bridal style. The hold felt secure instantly, and you instinctively clung to the tunic of your savior. You look up to thank the person for preventing any injuries, but the blue eyes staring back at you made your mind go blank.

Obi-Wan stared back, unsure of what to say. This was the closest he has been to you since you left a decade ago. He longed to have you in his arms, to hug you, to regain that safety net you provided he knew he could always fall back on.

“Um...thank you, General.” It came out as more of a question, your mind still reeling from almost falling and also the fact that the man who you had been actively avoiding just happened to be in the same place you spent hours of your youth together.

“Obi-Wan, please. No need for formalities, darling.” The old nickname slipped out, and he was about to apologize when he noticed the light blush that spread across your face. Perhaps not everything about you has changed.

“Right...Obi-Wan. Well, I’ll be on my way then,” You rushed, trying to pass by him but he stopped you once again by the call of your name.

“Y/n/n’s wait. Whatever game you’re playing, frankly I am not a fan of it.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?” You turned around and looked at him confused.

“You were the one who summoned me here,” he stretched his arms out, “here I am and now you’re trying to run away again. I hardly think that’s fair.” He was beginning to get frustrated. He came in with his heart on his sleeve, ready to finally talk to you after so long and find out why you’ve been keeping your distance. Now, all he felt was betrayal and irritation at the ongoing dance you insist on doing around each other.

He preferred to dance like you did in your youth, but alas this was nothing but another sign he needs to get mind out of the past.

You scoffed lightly. “Again? What is that supposed to mean exactly?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you didn’t want to admit it. You’ve been denying it for ten years and Force be damned if you’d admit it now.

“You’ve been avoiding me since your return--” You open your mouth to protest but he ignores you and continues “--and then you send the youngling to bring me here, only to try to flee upon my arrival,” He frowns, lifting his elbow and resting it on his remaining crossed arm. “I know our history can make things...difficult in the present time,” He glanced around cautiously as he spoke,”but I would appreciate it if we make an agreement simply to not speak from now on. No more games.”

You blinked, head tilting slightly as you waited for him to finish. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t ask for you to come here. Nor would I ever involve younglings in personal matters.” He should know that, you thought. But should he really?

His face fell from annoyance to embarrassment, his arms falling to his sides. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure what to do now. It was his own fault for getting his hopes up. I should have known better.

You purse your lips and nodded slowly. “Well, I’m glad we at least came to an agreement. Goodbye, General Kenobi.” You took your leave, forcing yourself not to look back as you felt his eyes watching your figure.

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he just ruined any and all changes of reconnecting with you. In his defense, however, you were the one avoiding his attempts at friendly conversation and refusing to meet and make up for lost time.

Still, something didn’t feel right about this.

“What the kriff was that?”

Ah, there’s that something. “Anakin, please tell me this was not your doing.”

Anakin smiled guilty, Ahsoka coming out from behind the bookshelf to stand next to her Master.

“It was Snips' idea.” Anakin shrugged, flinching when he felt her punch his arm. “Ow!”

“You were the one who came up with the plan, and now look! Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi will never get together--” Ahoska stops herself, realizing she said too much. “Oh no.”

“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan looks at them both incredulously. “First of all, Master Y/l/n and I are simply…” he wanted to say friends, but even that was a reach at this point, “acquaintances. We knew each other in the past, and in the past our friendship shall stay. As for ‘getting together’, you both know very well any implication of that goes directly against the Jedi Code.” He crossed his arms tightly as he scolded.

“I can tell you harbour feelings for them, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to lie to us.”

“Whatever feelings I may or may not have for Y/n are unrelated. You must understand your responsibilities as a Jedi. No matter what emotional sacrifice we must make.” He made a point to look at Anakin at the end, knowing he won’t follow the implication but at least hoping he’ll get the message.

“We’re sorry, Master.” Ahsoka looked down in shame not at what they had tried to achieve, but at the cost and clear damage they caused.

Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand over his beard before resting it on her shoulder. “It’s alright young one. You meant no harm. Perhaps some things are better left forgotten.”

Oh, if only it were that simple.

A Padawan approached the three of them quickly. “Excuse me, Master Yoda sent me to tell you he and Master Y/l/n are waiting for you all in the council room.”

Of course, these things never are.

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