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@mechablues
robert robertson iii fictive. bodily over 21. side blog.
brand new to this whole deal so cut us some slack. doubles/kins/whatever are cool w me. just be over 18 i don’t want kids on my page.
mostly for vent posting but also just a space for me to shoot the shit. posts will be untagged and frequently not safe for work. say hi if you’re feeling brave.
Waiter! A loaded gun for the table please.
compilation
Robert finds a certain appeal in normality. Probably because it’s always been the hardest thing for him to be.
He can handle iron mantles.
But give him a boyfriend who rubs warm fingers into his back during flare ups, tests the latest recipes on him every day, insists on spoiling his dog with bubble baths and handmade bathrobes, and he doesn’t know how to pilot that.
Except maybe just take pictures of Flambae in the morning.
When his smile lines relax and his hair inks every inch of the pillow.
When he has Beef snuggled under his chin, and his eyes screwed shut, unhappy with sunlight breaching the blinds of his apartment. Their apartment.
“Bob-Bob, don’t take my picture. My hair isn’t done.”
Robert loves his voice in the morning. The way it’s soft and smoked out and crackling with good rest. He squeezes Beef to his chest and half heartedly tries swatting Robert’s phone.
“Yeah, cause you woke up 5 minutes ago. Also, you’re using Beef as a pillow. I AM taking a picture. Let me look at you.”
He likes those pictures the best.
When Flambae finds out about them, confusion knits his brows together
It’s just him.
Singing while getting ready in the bathroom, making shaving cream beards on Beef.
Snoring on Robert’s patchy sofa with drool slipping from his mouth.
Him with the team, mid cackle, mouth smeared with burrito sauce.
Or him in the morning, with his hair an absolute mess and free and getting his smiling face lapped at by that sentient baked potato.
“Why do you only have bad pictures of me?”
He’s playful about it, when he asks Robert. Whiny. Because it kinda scares him. Because he remembers how comfortable he felt in those moments.
And Robert will shrug. And he’ll do what he’s good at. Tell it like it is.
“I don’t know. I like it when you look like you.”
Robert can’t outrightly say ‘I think you’re beautiful and my hands don’t know how to hold beautiful things.’
And Flambae can’t say ‘I think you’re the only person I ever want to look at me’.
But Flambae can make food. And Robert can take pictures. And they’ll know.
i literally need someone to come beat my ass i think it would be cathartic
the only perk of drinking na beer is that at least i don’t have to line my stomach before or after 😎👍
locking in. if i get high enough i wont want to drink that’s how it works right
you know the mania’s getting worse when you start thinking things like i bet i could get a gun license and i could be an intravenous drug user if i wanted.
denial
Life would be so much better if I had Flambae whimpering for it in my bed right now.
sooo. how many of these guys do you think were/are closeted.
A mech discord server with a vent channel where all the messages are just ‘FWSSHHHHHH -heat level reduced’
also robert who self harms is so dear to me.
usually it's not so obvious. it's picking fights when he clearly doesn't have the upper hand, it's trying the mech when he knows it's going to blow up and probably hurt him in the process, but it's also robert who hurts himself deliberately because what's one more scar amongst all of the pain he's been through, all the pain he's caused, everything his dad and his grandpa went through as mecha man?
oh i Know that when the bomb went off, after the initial panic subsided, there were a few moments before he hit the ground when robert just felt so at peace because at least this was the one thing he did right, that he actually would’ve made his father happy even though he failed because at least he was dying in the mecha man suit…i’m sick !
finished some of my old wips yay
every 5 minutes i go wow i NEED to kill myself and then i ignore it because i have things to do
destroying and betraying yourself for nothing all by yourself, handsome?
