#if you recognize me.. shhhhh... no you don't..

[sciencebeat]

[attleboy]

not tadc art BUT i just realized you guys have never seen the giant ceramic lps i made in senior year of high school and i need to show her off like look at her... my darling girl... posing with the original i based her off of for size comparison

she is very obviously made by human hands [lumpy] but that is part of her charm and you cannot convince me otherwise

and since her head and body are separate, she can turn her head in all directions just like the real deal!!

okay that is all. you have seen her now back to your normal programming

[zsezsi-posts]

Im lowkey obsessed w the fem!outlaw reader x zuko soooo can I request reader getting drunk around zuko and just all her acts of tomfoolery and maybe flirting? Idk you can do whatever you want w that

oh my dear anon you have no idea how much ily for this (also it didnt turn out as flirty as i wanted it to but shhhhh this is good too)

Fire Lord Zuko with drunk fem!outlaw!reader...

disclaimer: NOT proofread!!! (no smut, all fluff)

wc: ~ 1k

The annual celebration of The Four Nations was being held tonight — it was a festival Zuko had arranged sometime after he got on the throne, to preach unity and peace, something people valued in him, especially after his father...

The event was in full swing, the goers were enjoying it, everyone was laughing and dancing, happy to live in such prosperity.

Zuko himself was in his royal tent.

It was a little off to the side of the fair, guarded by security in case of anything, and consisted of lavish, crimson red fabric with intricate golden patterns woven into it.

No one considered walking up to him, let alone try to get inside the tent, of course.

No one, except...

"Eyyyyy, it looks niiiiicceeee in here!" Came the voice Zuko didn't even have to look up to recognize. "So cozy, man!" Your speech was slurred, the intonation was off and it was clearly that you were, well, not exactly sober.

"How did you get in?" The Fire Lord asked, the question valid, as while the mouth of the tent was wide open, but he was sitting facing it, and still didn't notice you come inside.

"Took the fun route." You said as you stumbled into view, pointing back over your shoulder.

Zuko took in the unusually dirty state of your clothes and looked at the back to where you were pointing, noticing the crumbled up state of the bottom of the tent canvas and the traces of mud coming from under it.

Did you— Yeah, you totally crawled in..

"So, whatcha doin', all cooped up in here!?" You asked as you dragged a stool over to the side of his much more luxurious armchair, leaning on the arm of it, - that he himself did already have his arm resting on - your movements sluggish and clumsy.

Though, it seemed Zuko wasn't here to entertain your antics. "How much have you had?" He asked, straight to the point.

"Bold of you to assume I keep count." You shot back with a toothy smirk, followed by a hiccup, the force of which almost made you fall off your stool.

The young emperor sighed. If you weren't insufferable before, Drunk You definitely did the magic. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his hand as he spoke up again.

"Look, I'm really—"

"Busy? Nah, you've been sitting here, doin' nothing." You interrupted quickly, slouching forward to put your chin on his bicep, putting your face at a proximity with his that made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. "Come onnnnnn— don't tell me you'd dismiss your favorite little outlawww."

Zuko just stared at you for a moment, the closeness of your face, the whiny quality of your voice, that cheeky pout on your lips all too much together.

He snapped out of it relatively quickly, though, looking away with a grumble, as his free hand pushed you away by your face.

"You're even worse when you're intoxicated." He murmured gruffly, telling himself that his voice was like this because he was annoyed and totally not because this criminal here had grown on his heart too much.

"Awwww, come onnnnn. How can say thaaat?" You drawled out as you let yourself be pushed away, dramatically throwing your head back as he did. "Who would keep you so entertained if not lil' ole me???"

The firebender scoffed, shaking his head. Much to his dismay, the sound came out a lot more fond than he wanted it to, but he pretended not to notice so you wouldn't, either.

"I'll let you know, I have multiple professional jesters in my court." He said, looking at you with eyes a little too soft.

"Maybe, but–" You insisted, raising a wobbly but determined finger, as if that would make you sound any less ridiculous. "-none of them are as hot as me." You finished with a self-satisfied grin, looking genuinely proud with yourself.

Zuko could only look and blink at you, absolutely speechless. On the outside, he kept a relatively exasperated facade on, even though he was sure his ears were nearly sizzling from how hot they were.

"You're crazy." Was all he said, his voice lower than usual.

"Pffft– No I'm not!"

A beat of silence.

"Okay, maybe I am, but you still looooovee me." You slurred again, laying the side of your head back on his arm.

Zuko stiffened once again, and for a minute, cursed and blessed you in his head for having such poor clarity of personal space.

However, he didn't reply this time.

Didn't say anything - didn't confirm nor deny your accusation.

He knew that normally, you'd already be teasing him to hell and back for this choice, but right now, you were so peaceful, laying on his arm like that.

And yes, he could feel the muscles in it starting to tingle, and he could already tell he will barely be able to move it once you lift your head.

But right now, looking down at you, how you finally managed to fall quiet for once and just sat there, zoning out, your fingers tracing the cravings of his armchair, his heart lurched in his chest at the thought of pushing you away.

So, he didn't.

He gave the guards a warning look when he saw the side-eyes coming from their directions, but didn't move you, still.

He had a suspicion you had passed out — you, not talking his ears off was a one in a trillion chance. Or maybe this was just how alcohol affected you.

Either way, Zuko felt himself relax, now sitting way less rigidly and sternly with you on his arm.

A/N: ugghhh i srsly love them so much theyre soooo 🤏 if yall have any more requests drop them👀👀👀

[mn-bogutochek]

Do you mind if I request a yandere swap talamon and Brighteyes? (You know like the swap au? Where the killers and survivors are swapped.) Let's say that reader used to be well their wife, and reader loved creating things and always took very good care of 1x and wielded the sword called the crimson flower, (basically carvings with a red spider Lily if you do not know what that is it has many names look it up before you do this it's meaning is death and rebirth and probably with some red poppies too.) but reader had died due to something and let's just say 1x was there at the wrong time, and well misunderstandings about to come in. Let's just say reader got forsaken this included 1x we don't meet them until during around where we were able to recognize the sword cuttings and we knew right away who we were dealing with and that was pretty much a dreadful moment for both 1x and reader because it basically was a horror movie because they were actively hiding and when the last man standing came you know that music is going to be hitting.

(I Hope You Don't mind by chance?)

Yandere!Swap!Telamon x Admin!reader x Yandere!Swap!Brighteyes

TW:Dead dove;Yandere elements;slight angst;polyamory

You always loved your partners!Telamon always protected you and Brighteyes always comforted you when you needed.You three were a ‘dream couple’

Also you liked creating things,overall,it was a reason why you were so popular as an admin.You even created your own sword!Crimson flower!

Well,your husband too,did not stands on a sidelines!He made 1x1x1x1x!Oh,you adored this guy!They were so cute!But sometimes you felt dark atmosphere around Telamon and Brighteyes when you scented time with 1x…

Nevermind,you also taught 1x how to use a sword,he liked lessons with you maybe because you weren’t strict like Telamon?Who knows.

__________________

They both remembers that day…day when you died.They remember how 1x stood near your body.They remember how 1x tried to explain justifying themselves.

How sad…They didn’t gave 1x a chance to explain that you died because of Crimson flower.

__________________

You found yourself in an odd place.Forsaken

You tried to protect others even you couldn’t create anymore you used your sword because it’s based on red spider Lily killers had longer stuns than from others weapons.

Of course you missed your partners.But you didn’t know how they did.

__________________

Today everything was…odd this,this map seems familiar.Walking around you heard rustle from the bushes,you hold sword hardly waiting for a moment to use it until…that sword cutting…is same as…

“Mam-[Name]?!”

You both stared at each other,before you could say anything they hugged you tightly,sobbing.

“I-I…missed you…so much…!”

You hugged him as well patting his head.Right after he let you from his grip music changed.What the?You didn’t see killers near so that’s…LMS?For two?

“What’s that…?”

“…I’ll explain later.Stay behind me.”

1x didn’t listen to you and they hold they sword tightly walking next to you.

“…1x we need to find safe-space to wait until this round-”

Turning head you saw how someone’s sword passed the 1x’s chest.They gave you a look full of shock and pain.

“This is what you get for your sins.”

That voice.It’s can’t be…1x’s body fell and you saw owner of the sword.Telamon?!

He raise his eyes on you for them to widen.You both stared at each other until he rushes to you to hold.Yes,he hold you,it didn’t feel like a hug!

“Darlin’?What you’re doing-…”

Brighteyes?!Both of your lovers are here?!AND THEY BOTH ARE KILLERS?!

“Shhhhh….everything is okay,this thing won’t touch you again.”

‘Thing’?He talks about 1x?

Brighteyes also joined you both.It should be a happy moment between lovers that finally meet again but the fact that they killed others made your stomach twisting

“…What…what have you done.?”

“Mmm?What you talkin’about,hun?We’re here for ya!”

Are they kidding you?!They actually became killers!Why they acting like this is not bad?!They really don’t get it?

“You killed others!You both are gone insane-Mm!”

You felt how Telamon hold your cheeks,painfully.His cold gaze looked into your soul making you terrified.Brighteyes just stood there looking at you but not that way as Telamon did but you understand,they are mad.

“Don’t yell at me or Brighteyes.Despite our love to you,we won’t let you behave like that.”

Tears rolled from your eyes,Telamon weakened his grip and then gently put you down leaving one hand on your cheek.You felt like someone hug from the back.Brighteyes.

“[Name]…you know John is a short temperament man,why you’re testing him?”

“You know I don’t wanna hurt you dove…”

Brighteyes pressed herself closer to you,Telamon did the same.

“We made a mistake,we lose you once and we won’t let that happen again,dove.”

“Just stay on our side and be a good wife like you used to,love~”

[yummyrevivalfluid]

your recent gooner thoughts w stanley made me think of like the race to south america except reader is taken hostage by stanley like theyre at a stalemate cuz opposing hostages and stanley fucks reader over radio to taunt him

YALL GET ME SO WELLL!!! TEARS OF JOY AND PLEASURE!!

WARNINGS: NTR!

A/n: I'M SORRY! THIS HAS TO BE ONE OF THE NASTIEST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN!! I'LL REPENT WITH SOMETHING FLUFFY (eventually)!

BUT IMAGINE STANLEY OR THE READER DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING AT FIRST???

The radio picks up a sound from Stanley's ship, but no one on the KoS knows what it is. They think it's just interference or something, but Ukyo instantly gets uncomfortable by the sound, urging Senku to turn it off and pay it no mind. But Senku insists it has to be something.

Sounds of something wet rhythmically slapping, and as seconds go by, the sounds of heavy breathing and whines can be heard.

plap plap plap

"Shhhhh, remember you have to stay quiet, baby." Stanley's panting voice comes over the radio. It's quiet, but it's obvious it was meant to be heard. Teasing and cruel, only adding to Senku's inner turmoil as he recognizes your moans and whimpers. "Don't want the brat to hear you, do you?"

It's quiet and muffled, but your whines can be heard. It's quickly followed by Stanley's laughter as you squeal when his hands slap against your ass. "Or maybe you do want to be heard? Is that it, sweetheart?"

There's static for a moment, and Senku knows he should turn off the radio, but he's frozen. "Do you want the brat to hear how much fun you've been having with me?"

His feet refuse to move. His hand is stiff on the receiver, and he ignores everyone's urgent hands trying to turn it off. He doesn't hear anything around him except the radio. "Do you want him to hear the sounds you make as you cum around my cock?"

[demonic0angel]

So, your Robin never returns AU sparked in me a desire to see one of the later Batfam get tossed into the AU and interact with the living Jason. My thoughts immediately landed on Cass. Not for shipping reasons inspite of me being a big Dead Silent fan. It was because I realized how easily she could just get tossed into the DP verse after the Spirit World run. She's already crossing universes to get back, (from a land of the dead no less!) and magic is finicky at the best of times. Instead of going to her home dimension she, and she alone, gets punted (perhaps by a board god with nothing but time on his hands) over to Robin never returns verse.

She could be from a world were Jason did come back and thus would recognize him. But I think it would be MUCH more interesting if she was actually from the DC side of the Robin never returns verse. She's never met Jason and only knows what he looks like as a teen. However she has seen the effect his death had on everyone. The times when Dick is overcome by grief and just stairs at the memorial case. How Bruce has specifically trained himself so that his eyes never pass over it no matter what he's doing in the cave.

For Jason's part, he has zero idea who Cass herself is. But unless you're going with full amnesia he probably knows Batgirl. Though depending on what he remembers in this AU Batgirl for him was Babs and the last thing he remembers about her is her being paralyzed by Joker.

(Shhhhh, you're spoiling a future fic....)

"Would you like anything else?" The Jason lookalike asked. His expression was earnest and his posture was open, showing a hint of wariness but also trust.

Cass shook her head. "Thank you for the tea," she said.

He smiled sheepishly. "My wife will be coming home soon. It might be better for you to talk to her."

Maybe so. But she was pretty sure that a regular civilian wouldn't be able to bring her back to her dimension. Not that Cass was really concerned, since Bruce would definitely find a way to bring her back.

The child sitting next to her lifted his crayon and paper with expectant eyes, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Cass tilted her head. It was a childish drawing with her in her suit, lying horizontally on the ground with another smiling figure with black, spiky hair standing over her. Despite the strange drawing, there was a rainbow and a sun wearing sunglasses in the corner.

The Jason lookalike laughed. "Is that me? That's so good, chum!"

Cass blinked. "Good," she said with a thumbs up.

The child, nicknamed Alfie, nodded demurely, satisfied.

On her other side, two girls sat together, browsing over an animal book, looking back and forth between the pages and the symbol on Cass' chest.

"Is it a vampire bat?" The blonde girl, nicknamed Ann, asked.

"No way!" Ella said. "There'd be teeth! Maybe it's a black bat! Since it's black!"

Both girls turned to the Jason lookalike and asked, "Daddy, what bat is it?"

He only smiled. "Why don't you ask Batgirl?"

Ella turned to Cass with big eyes. "Miss Girl, what bat is on your chest?"

Cass replied naturally, "Call me Bat." Then she said, "Probably an American Brown Bat." She wasn't even entirely sure the symbol that her family embodied was based on an actual species of bat, but since those bats were found in the cave, then maybe?

Both girls wrinkled their noses. Turning to her other side, even Alfie was staring at her with skepticism.

"But you're not brown," Ella said matter-of-factly, so sure that it was almost absurd.

The Jason lookalike broke down laughing amidst the sounds of his children's bewilderment.

Cass blinked and silently took a sip of her tea.

Despite the differences, this dimension where her volatile, ruthless, and lonely brother was now happy, scarred, and a civilian with 3 entire kids and a wife, wasn't so bad.

Staying here for a little while longer wouldn't hurt.

[meganekune]

TW:🔞, abuse of power, unethical therapy practice, dub/non-con, gaslighting, corruption, minors/if don’t enjoy this type of content pls don’t interact!!!

I feel extremely normal about hypnomartyr and can’t stop thinking about this scenario: Martyr deliberately edging you during sessions without ever letting you finish, and planting unsafe triggers so you can’t even cum without thinking about him… Then after every session he just erases your memory of the whole thing and gaslights you into thinking this unexplainable obsession towards your therapist is all your fault 😉

If you prefer ao3 format, use this link!

Our beloved hypnotherapist belongs to @quieteeks ❤️

The sessions always begin the same way: the soft tick of a metronome, the faint smell of incense, and the low, honey-thick voice of your therapist—the man you’ve unhealthily come to know as your savior.

"Let your body relax," he murmurs, "Just follow my voice…and drop deeper for me.”

And you do. You always do. But when the trance snaps, you’re never truly rested. You wake up on his leather chair, disoriented and gasping for air, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. Your skin feels electric, abnormally sensitive to the brush of your own clothes, and unfortunately — a heavy, aching heat pools in your lap. You feel slick, desperate, and inexplicably used.

"You drifted off again," He explains, sitting across from you, his expression a mask of professional concern. "A deep, restorative sleep. It’s a sign of progress." He smiles.

You want to believe him, but as you stumble out of his office, the "progress" feels like the worst kind of fever. By the time you reach your apartment, you are frantic, clumsily peeling off the heavy fabric clinging uncomfortably to your heated skin, sinking into your bed, touching yourself, spiraling into a desperate, frantic release. Your mind is flooded with him and the rhythmic vibration of his voice. You want to stop, but a part of you knows that only the thought of him can bring the delirium you crave.

The shame is a cold aftertaste that lingers punishingly. He is your therapist, you keep telling yourself, scrubbing at your flushed face in the dark. He is trying to fix you, and here you are—obsessed, depraved, and ungrateful. Yet, the addiction is stronger than the guilt. Each session leaves you more pent up than the last, more desperate for the feverish tension only he seems to trigger, even if you can’t remember how he does it.

The routine broke during the eleventh session.

Perhaps the dosage of his suggestion was off, or perhaps your subconscious was finally screaming loud enough to be heard. Mid-trance, the darkness cracked. You felt the heavy weight of your limbs, but when you tried to lift a hand to wipe the sweat from your brow—nothing moved.

Panic flared like a white-hot spike in your chest. You tried to thrash, your body felt like a stone statue, pinned down by an invisible force to the leather chair that no longer felt safe. A muffled scream tore from your throat.

"Shhhhh…," There stands your therapist in front of you, perhaps a bit too close. His voice sliced through your panic, still soft and calm, but there was something dark in his tone that you couldn’t quite place — you’re too clueless, too helpless in trance to do anything but cling to him as your only anchor.

"Don't fight the tide. Follow my lead. I will help you." He leaned in, lips inches from your ear. He whispered a single, nonsense word,a jagged syllable that felt like a key turning in a lock you didn't know existed.

The moment the sound hit your ears, the panic vanished, replaced by a violent, overwhelming heat. He began to chant it, louder and more rhythmic, a pulse of sound that vibrated through your paralyzed spine. You realized, with a sickening jolt of clarity, that this wasn't new. Your body recognized this word. It had been carved into your mind during those hours you couldn't remember, sessions intentionally programmed to be forgotten. You came undone right there on the chair, helpless and weeping, the intense embarrassment made you want to cover up your face, yet any struggle was futile, your body reacting to his voice like a puppet on a string. This time, he didn't whisper the command to forget.

When the fog finally cleared and the paralysis was gone, you sat up, shaking, your clothes damp and your face flushed with undeniable evidence of what had happened.

He was back at his desk, ever so professional and composed, scribbling down notes on your file. He looked up, his face a picture of mild surprise. "Are you alright? You seem… agitated today. Did you have another one of your 'fantasies' while under?"

"You... you said a word," you stammered, your voice trembling. "I saw... I felt..."

He sighed, a sound of gentle disappointment. "I said nothing but 'relax,' my dear. It seems your fixation is becoming a barrier to your recovery. Your mind is projecting these desires to fill the blanks of your memory. It's a common, if unfortunate, side effect of your particular... sensitivities."

He let you remember this time. He let you remember the sensation, but denied the cause. You tucked your head in shame, believing that your own disgusting mind had invented the trigger, the word, and the release. You felt pathetic, yet he remained so patient—just as he was when you first started seeing him, when you confessed your trauma, your numbness, all the things you hated about yourself. He was always there, listening, the only safe constant in your miserable life.

Now, you sit at home, staring at the phone. Your skin is crawling, and that single, jagged word echoes in the back of your skull like a heartbeat. You are terrified of that twisted part of yourself, the part that leers at a man who is only trying to heal you. You know he isn't good for you, you should switch doctors, or perhaps admit that therapy isn't working at all.

Yet as you reach for your keys to head to your next appointment, the shame is drowned out by a desperate, starving need — You don't want to be fixed. You just want to crawl back onto that chair, close your eyes, and pray that your "fantasies" take over you. Does he know how much you want to be broken?

You just want to hear him say it again.

[gentlemansmailbox]

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Now, it's no secret that The Gentleman is the keeper of this kingdom's secrets, and he is willing to answer almost anything❣ From The Foul's favorite snacks to the schedule of our great country's wheat trains, he has a reply ready for all of your curious minds' questions

Curiosity is a gift every one of us should use, no matter how old you are Even your dear host has questions, and he's ▇▇⭑.ᐟ So don't be shy, send us what your inquiries, drawings, comments, ideas, your imagination is the limit ♡𖤓♪ And remember,

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-OOC-

Heya, I'd rather not link my main account for privacy reason, but I got told by some people that I should make this account! If you are in a very specific mcr server or two, you'll probably recognize me but shhhhh, you know nothing I was a bit scared since there are already like 2 or 3 other gentleman account, but I love him so much, I had to

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