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18+ | NSFL | AU | Multifandom Formerly Captain Robert Cross [PROTOTYPE] Under Reconstruction. Cohandled.

[pestilentpariah]

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[pestilentpariah]

Gonna put this here in bigass bold letters.

If you want my discord, now is the time. 

None of that ‘shy, intimidated, anxious’ stuff. This is it, y’all, this is that scene in Titanic with the band–

–and if you want to keep in touch with me, reach out and ask.  Message, Ask, whatever.  But do it now, cause once I got my blogs exported, this guy is tail lights.

[captrobertcross]

“If I ask, I’ll find out what’s going on, but if it has Zeus that excited is it really worth it...”

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

captrobertcross:

WHY ARE PEOPLE MAKING THE HIVE MIND A HUGE ANXIETY SCRIBBLE

STOP THAT

HE NEARLY DROPPED A WRENCH DOWN AN ENGINE BLOCK AND SMACKED HIS HEAD ON AN OPEN HOOD

    Well.  Now it’s just a bunch of fucking hyena laughter.

    Oh, and loud, annoyed, distorted static from somebody.

That’s better.

[captrobertcross]

WHY ARE PEOPLE MAKING THE HIVE MIND A HUGE ANXIETY SCRIBBLE

STOP THAT

HE NEARLY DROPPED A WRENCH DOWN AN ENGINE BLOCK AND SMACKED HIS HEAD ON AN OPEN HOOD

[brothersebastianscompendium]

Reblog if your muse is Panromantic/-sexual

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[captrobertcross]

❤ Dating Sim Tropes ❤

NAME: Robert Cross THEIR PROFESSION: Ex-Military, now UNKNOWN WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND: Rooftops during the early morning, the garage in the afternoon and evening. FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE: Pastries. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Whisky. FAVOURITE TRAIT: Patience. WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: A long drive. IDEAL GIFT: Flowers. WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: Celebrations and socially. HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED: Five to six, the better to get to know your intentions.

REBLOG AND FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM. (Inspired by Huniepop) TAGGED BY: @pestilentpariah TAGGING: steal it you nerds

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    “Aww, Captain, you know as well as I do that dead meat is useless.  No, this is for throwing!”

“...Use a meat-grinder then, it’ll compact better and keep form over long distances. You’ll get better range.”

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    Kissy noises.  

“Seriously, you’re eating whatever you put in that thing so choose carefully.”

[captrobertcross]

“I give it five minutes before they start shoving body parts in a blender.”

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    A burst of red mist and roil of tendrils and Zeus was charging after them with claws, more wicked somehow than Alex’s had ever been, outstretched.  That reminder that this was all just a game broke through his anger and gentled his aggression somewhat, but he was still a competitive creature, and hated to be bested.  So he pursued them just as intently as before, but now with less murder on the mind.  Alex was fine, Alex loved the overgrown soldier, and the overgrown soldier loved him.

    Just a game.

    But he hated losing.

    Think, dammit.  Where was Cross going?  Look further than two feet ahead of you.  And when he figured it out, he cut and veered off to one side, to run up the nearby building instead.  Once he’d gotten to the height he wanted he grabbed the half built wall with the claws of one hand and let the other arm shift rapidly into a ropy appendage tipped with curved, grasping claws.  This he whipped at the swinging hook, there was no way in hell he’d actually grab it—

    He did.  Right next to where Cross was holding on.  And he reeled himself in.  

    Once he was next to him, he glowered at the other.  “Low blow, stealing Alex.  Dick.”  A bite to the other’s shoulder, but not a hard one.  

    And Alex?  Alex was just laughing as they swung together from the hook, quite comfortable where he was, and even happier now that Zeus had caught up.

Alex is very well stuck between them, and Cross is overjoyed.

Enough so that he keeps on trying to make the hook block swing by using his mass and kicking his feet back and forth. He might also be giggling despite the bite Zeus landed on him just then. Yes this is way better than actually being a kid again, with all the fun and then some.

“If you get first ride in the backhoe’s bucket, will you forgive me?” He asks, declining to flutter his eyelashes at the other virus. He does lean a little to nose at Zeus, though. Close enough to kiss, if he weren’t so bitey.

He gives Zeus a small one anyway. Alex got one earlier, it’s only fair at this point.

“Or we could make a slide out of the pipes. Chuck the dumpsters around. Whadaya think, guys?”

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    No dice this time either.  If this wasn’t play, they’d both be crackling with frustration, their irritation at being foiled again and again telegraphed over the hivemind and likely calling the rest of the Evolved to their aid.  As it was, each was very much aware they were only playing a game.

    Alex gave a yelp as he was grabbed, though, a yelp that slammed Zeus’ protect at all costs button hard.  Zeus gave a roar that was far closer to a tiger than any human sound, and hit the ground running.  Sprinting, really, red eyes ablaze.  Tackle the soldier, or grab the twin?  Tempted to shift to something that could cover more ground faster and catch up, but no.

    Save that trick for another day.

    Alex wasn’t struggling much, really, he was actually quite amused, looking behind them to see Zeus hot on their tail.  He laughed and wriggled a little, but it was really only a cursory gesture; he wanted to see what Cross had planned.

Zeus is pissed and Cross can feel it twanging at his nerves like a poorly tuned guitar; a side effect of being part of the hive, he’s never really alone anymore.

But his own joy and desire to play thrum back down the line, and he pulls Alex close to his chest. The better to kiss the bridge of his nose as he runs. 

He feels a little like a kid again, but better.

Up the crane’s mast he runs, one arm and several tendrils securing Alex to his chest, leaving three limbs to balance himself with. A little lop-sided, but nothing he can’t manage. He makes it to the turntable neatly enough, and from there to the jib; definitely not something he’d run down if he couldn’t survive a multi-story fall and land in a super-hero pose. He wants to get to the hook, though.

He leaps for it, full of glee as he lets himself hang in mid air for a moment with Alex in his arms. It doesn’t lend itself to an easy grab, but he scrambles for it and his hand catches the hook with equally curved claws, leaving them literally hanging off of it by the grace of the ex-soldier’s grip. 

Of course he’s howling with laughter, and swinging gracelessly as he waits for Zeus to try and catch up.

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    Either he wasn’t trying very hard, or this was a trap.  He wasn’t hiding from them anywhere near as well as he probably could have; one had him in sights with thermal vision, the other with infected vision.  Both were paranoid with how easy he was making it.  What was he planning?

    A brief but fierce debate over their mental connection, each trying to get the other to go get him, neither dumb enough or desperate enough to try for him on their own and at last, they agree on once again going for him at the same time.

    In moments each is in position; Alex below Cross, and Zeus having bolted up the other side of the unfinished building to get to the top.  Now Zeus was dropping on the former soldier from above while Alex charged him from below, and maybe this time, they’d get him.

Aaah, there they are. He knows those thundering footsteps anywhere. 

Cross grins, utterly gleeful as they attempt to perform a pincer-attack. On an opponent with more restricted movement, it would be devastating to be forced to choose between fending off one or the other, and even if he launched off the building itself they’d be on him in moments.

For Cross the choice is as simple as identifying which one is Alex. Zeus is a biter, among other things; no appreciation for surprises in that one. If it were a real fight, it’d be different, but in this case?

The moment he spots the blue, Cross lets out something like an excited whoop! and steps off the side of the building, simply reaching out to grab Alex on the way down. It’s a move that he’d never try if this weren’t play; the risk would be too high, and the pair are too volatile to make it a viable strategy if he meant real harm. Since it’s all in fun, though, he lifts Alex above his head and takes off running for the crane.

[axiddrops]

If you take prompts, could you draw Robert Cross please? I don't think I've seen him in your style.

I think I drew him once??

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    Snarling and snapping behind him as they did crash into each other, and they could be heard tussling, fighting for dominance.  Looked like he’d get his distance put between them, easily.  Alex came out on top in this tussle, teeth in Zeus’ shoulder, pinning him with claws.  The red eyed virus was far from put off by his ‘loss’; quite the opposite, really.  Alex rolled his eyes before taking off, him and the red eyed one bolting in different directions.

    What did they have planned for the former soldier?

They didn’t come after him right away. That’s not suspicious at all.

He should probably start looking up right about now. Cross wouldn’t be surprised to see one of the twins pulling a Batman from the crane, but he also needs to keep an eye on the ground. He still remembers that tendril trick and he’s not getting caught by that a second time.

Of course, he’s also looking at the fun potential of all the equipment left around. The big pile of concrete pipes, for one.  The backhoe has possibilities too. So many choices he could make...

For now, he lays a false trail in the soft dirt and scales the building’s unfinished exterior. Carefully as possible. The less damage he leaves, the better chance he can get the drop on one of them.

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    Twisty, wriggly Virus, hard to keep a hold of when he struggled as he did, sharp teeth snapping closed inches from Cross’ face.  He hadn’t really shifted his arms into claws or anything else for this, instead focusing on trying to wriggle free.  When he was released and Cross took off, he gave chase, laughing.

    Of course, Cross should have known better than to think he’d have just the one to contend with, because even while Alex was still behind him, a second virus landed in front of him, leering.  “Where ya headed, handsome?” he asked, before leaping for the former Captain.  

    And Alex once again tackled him from behind, still laughing.  Not fair, no, but Cross was a match for them when they were just playing.

Cross just grinned before falling into a roll.

Synchronized tackling doesn’t always work out for the best. There’s obviously a chance that the twins will be able to correct course mid air to keep from tackling each other and get back on his tail, but he’ll take the moment of confusion to right himself and keep going. It’ll take too much time to check what they’re doing, so he just bolts towards a maze of exposed girders,

Alex and Zeus have better manoeuvrability than he does in tight spaces like this, but it’ll make them think about what they’re doing more than usual to get through the mess and still catch him. Even out the odds a little, at least until Cross finds a window to dive through back into the open construction site.

[captrobertcross]

pestilentpariah:

    He waited for Cross to figure out where the hell they were going, and then almost as soon as the other made his wordless leap, he followed, sailing through the air with all of the grace to which Cross was likely accustomed from the blue eyed virus.  He chased after the former Captain over the roof tops, keeping up easily enough, and once they had made it to the site mentioned, he tackled the other from behind, clearly wanting to tussle a little.  At least some of his restless energy had been expended, though.

Cross grunts with the impact, rolling across a bare concrete slab with Alex still attached to his back and reaches behind himself to grab the other Runner. No sense in giving Alex an easy victory, although they are only playing.

Short claws drag across Alex’s coat and hood, and Cross pulls him over his shoulder to wrestle properly. Grappling is fun with enhanced strength and tendrils, and Alex would find himself wrapped up with both so that Cross could gnaw on one of his shoulders. Playfully, of course. His growls are at least half laughter, and before long he’s pushed Alex away to make a run for it, deeper into the construction site.

[Come get me!]