• 31 | she/her | queer (ace), neurodivergent (audhd, ocd) • i’m just here to shout about some of the things i love while hyperfixation overtakes me (rambles and feels in tags; this is not an organized blog; also not spoiler-free)
I've decided my mind can't move at the speed of social media.
When the mood of everyone around me shifts suddenly, my nervous system immediately dysregulates. When everyone starts freaking out about new OFMD content my brain can't discriminate between fear and excitement, and I experience it as tremendous anxiety.
If you are like me, I just want to remind you (and also myself) that it's okay to slow down and engage with the content and the fandom in the way that's most comfortable to you. It's okay to not go 100mph. It's okay not to be glued to Twitter all day. It's okay if you have meatspace activities and obligations. You aren't missing out on anything, I promise you. It will all still be there, waiting until you're ready.
I wonder how Robert would react if Visi offered him a cigarette. part of me thinks he would immediately just be like "no thanks i'm good" and wave it off, but part of me also thinks curiosity would get the better of him and he'd try it and immediately start choking up a lung.
post villain Invisigal fic where she starts leaving information on the remaining Red Ring members for Robert like a cat leaving their owner dead mice. wooing him with vigilante behavior and a trail of bad guys.
tell me why i just saw on tiktok someone say that sour patch kids works for invisimech because they’re sweet and sour. THEY’RE SWEET AND SOUR. THEY ARE THE SOUR PATCH KIDS. no one talk to me ever again. i hate that i didn’t think of this. 🤦♀️
ok but the thing about Invisimech is that they both think they’re failures, they both feel like they had a legacy/fate placed upon them that they can’t escape, they both self-isolate, they both cope with humor, they both started the game so lonely, they're tied together by the same moment, the lowest point in both of their lives
The way I feel about invisimech is absolutely undescribable. I haven't felt THIS deep and attached to a ship since forever I LOVE THEM SO MUCHH 🥹 yk its bad when you start reading fanfics, making pinterest boards, and making spotify playlists dedicated to a specific thing you're going absolutely crazy over
Invisimech fluff pleaseeee maybe some suggestive stuff but mainly fluff
It's Courtney's birthday... and somehow Robert knows.
"Hey, can I talk to you?"
Courtney glanced up as Robert approached her in the break room during lunch. "I don't know," she said, just to be difficult. "I'm really hungry."
The look on Robert's face wasn't all that different from a kicked puppy, really. She almost wished she had a camera to capture it. It was odd though; usually he was quick to fire off a quip of his own.
"Please," he said sincerely.
Leaning back in her chair, she nodded at the empty one across from her, but he made a point of shifting on his feet and very purposefully not sitting. "What?"
"I need to talk to you privately," he stressed.
With a dramatic sigh, she stood up with her lunch and walked to the fridge, putting it away for now. "Okay," turning back toward him, she crossed her arms. "Lead the way."
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He led her to a vacant conference room and locked the door behind them. Humming, she tilted her head and eyed him closely. "Are you really Robert?"
"I - what?"
With a sly grin, she shimmied up to him. "I just didn't peg you as the type to wanna fuck on the job." She lightly touched his chest. "Not complaining, of course."
He blinked at her, unimpressed. "That is not what I brought you here for."
"Yeah," she stepped back, "I expected as much." She shook her head almost disapprovingly. "You're so boring."
He laughed. "Or I want to keep my job." She watched as he moved across the room and that's when she noticed a backpack - his backpack, the one he sometimes carried - in one of the chairs.
"Do I even want to know what you have in there?" Courtney squinted her eyes as he moved to block her view. "You didn't put Beef in there, did you?"
She heard the zipper. "Firstly, I would never. Secondly, do you really think he'd fit?"
"Ah." She shrugged. "Fair point. You know, you really need to put him on a diet, like what are you feeding - "
Her sentence trailed off rather abruptly as he turned around, holding a small purple box. It was rather pretty, with a bow on top and everything.
"Um. What is that?"
Robert shrugged as he stepped closer, presenting the box to her. "Nothing special. I mean, you deserve better, I just - " He visibly cringed, looking away. "Open it."
Courtney was pretty sure this had to be a coincidence. There was no way he knew, right? She certainly hadn't told him. Frowning, she took the box and already she could smell something sweet in the air.
Taking the lid off, her heart jumped in her chest. It was a donut - her favorite kind - but that wasn't what had her feeling almost lightheaded.
It'd been decorated with icing, to write: Happy Birthday, Visi
"How the hell did you know?" were the first words out of her mouth, and then, "I don't... I mean, you didn't have to - "
Robert stepped closer, "I know. I wanted to." Courtney peered up at him. "And I... might've asked Blazer." Now he looked properly sheepish.
She looked back down at the donut. It was a simple gesture, and cheap too, but for some reason the back of her eyes were burning. "I, um."
"I know," he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "I wanted to get you something else too, like, I don't know, a pair of earrings or something but I didn't really have time and I'm not really - "
Her head snapped up. "This is more than enough, Robert."
"Sure," he agreed easily, "but you still deserve more than a - "
Courtney surged forward and his mouth snapped shut. This close, she could easily count the freckles on his face. This close, she could see the exact moment he noticed the tears gathering in her eyes.
"I - are you okay?" he asked, taking the box and setting it gently on the table. "I know it's not much, but..."
She shook her head once, hard. "I can't remember the last time somebody got me anything for my birthday," she said in a rush, "I don't - I don't think I can even remember the last time somebody remembered it was my birthday."
There was a beat of silence. For a moment, she was afraid he'd get all gushy or try too hard to comfort her, which was a nice sentiment, sure, but she never knew how to react and always ended up saying the wrong thing.
But instead he lifted his arms and paused for just a second, as if asking permission. She sniffed, doing a quick scrub of her eyes, and nodded.
Then he was wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chest and cradling the back of her head. She buried her face in his shoulder and for a few minutes they both just stood there, silent and holding each other.
Finally Robert pulled back just enough to reach up and cup her face. She couldn't quite make eye contact, feeling hot all the way to the tip of her ears. She could handle sex jokes all day long without even blushing but this - this was different. She was out of her comfort zone.
"I promise," he said, quietly, "as long as I'm alive, you won't ever spend another birthday alone. Okay?"
Courtney sniffled, glancing into his eyes briefly before looking away again. "You can't promise that. I mean, what if - what if - whatever this is - " she gestured between them " - doesn't work out, huh? Then what?"
The look he gave her was so full of affection she felt a little breathless. "I don't care what happens," he said, "I don't care where we stand or if we're just friends, you're stuck with me."
She ignored the pounding in her chest and did what she usually did when she was feeling a little too vulnerable: joked. "Is that a threat?"
"Threat, promise," he shrugged, cracking a smile. "Same thing."
I would have gone insane if Invisigal started making out with Robert at his housewarming in front of everyone. The drama that would ensue would have been glorious
headcanon that invisigal carries a pocketknife with her everywhere and one day she puts it to robert's throat in the middle of the hallway except she just cuts a loose thread from his shirt collar and then walks away like nothing happened... does anybody else see this incredibly specific vision
