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Forgiveness is an Idiot's Word -

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Mechabae Rambles - Robert doesn't want to go

Robert wouldn't love Flambae if he was a worm

Me going manic over nicknames

"Dying in your arms sounds nice"

Some fic idea where Robert comes home from a different state

Flambert as Wanted by Hunter Hayes

An analysis on their reactions to death

Dispatch Rambles - Crashin' A Mutherfuckin' Wedding is such a Robert Song

Robert as Sombra-sort-of AU thing

Insight on Robert's age and hero laws

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I like to think about the difference between Robert and Flambae’s reactions to if the other died.

In a scenario where one of them got fatally injured during some big fight with a villain and the other was there with them either before they died or found them right after:

Flambae would be impossibly gentle with Robert. He’s crying and trying so very hard to not completely lose his composure so that he can be there with Robert. So that he doesn’t burn him, even if he’s already dead.

He’d kneel on the ground by Robert, too afraid to even move him into his lap. He would reach his hands out to hold his face, but he’d only make contact to quickly wipe his sizzling tears from Robert’s face before they can hurt him, even if they can’t anymore.

Eventually, he’d fall over Robert, not putting any of his weight on him, but close enough that their bodies are touching with his face against Robert’s shoulder as he sobbed, and his arms gently cradling Robert’s head.

By the time the paramedics arrive, Flambae can barely breathe, too busy sobbing and choking on smoke to really even try. He doesn’t even realize that he was struggling until someone starts speaking to him. Then, the panic starts because he can’t breathe and Robert’s dead-

They take Robert away while Flambae is distracted. When he realizes that Robert’s being wheeled away, he immediately, frantically, starts to go after him, until the paramedic that was talking to him grabs him to pull him back, wincing at how how Flambae’s skin was now that he wasn’t with Robert.

Flambae freezes after that. He looks between Robert and the paramedic, then he flies off. No one sees him for a few days after that. When Prism does come by to check on him, with him having finally returned to his apartment, she finds him sitting on the couch, staring at a TV that isn’t even turned on.

On the other hand, Robert would lose his mind. We saw how he reacted after Visi got shot, even though him pummeling Shroud was a culmination of things. Imagine how Robert would react when there’s no bad guy to slam his fists into, no outlet for his sudden grief.

He’d climb onto Flambae, grabbing his face and shaking him, not harshly, but in fast, small jerks. He’s sobbing, begging Flambae to get up.

He leans over and hugs Flambae’s head to his chest tightly, and it’s not comforting.

It’s not warm.

Robert snaps then, pulling back roughly and slamming his fist against Flambae’s chest. He’s screaming now, yelling at him to get the fuck up, you asshole, hitting him, shaking him.

He’s cursing him and everyone else alive out when he starts angrily doing CPR, even though he knows it won’t make a difference. It’s why it wasn’t the first thing Robert did.

He’s far too aggressive, even by CPR standards. The paramedics have to grab him and pull him off of Flambae by the time they arrive. He twists out of their grasp though, running back to Flambae and shoving the other paramedics out of the way to get to him. He’s still screaming when they pick him up and drag him away from Flambae. As soon as there’s enough distance though, all the fight leaves him and he collapses, sobbing and unable to force his emotions down anymore.

Afterwards, people only see Robert while he’s at work for a very long time.

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I always had the headcanon that Robert was 30. A lot of people make him 31 (at least I don’t think they’ve confirmed his age yet), but I always liked the idea of him being 30 on the dot.

Reason why is because I also headcanon that you can’t get a hero’s license (or a flight license) until you’re 16 (which would check out with the fact that Chase was 16 when he would have saved Robert from getting killed by the mech suit in 1999, seeing as he states that he’s 20 in 2003). You can get a hero’s license at 16, but you have to be affiliated with a team. You can’t start doing solo work until you’re 18, nor can you be a primary hero on dangerous missions (which would explain why Chase was always left behind whenever Astral was “working late”). Younger heroes probably aren’t allowed to work past certain hours either, though the breaking of these rules can be forgiven in the case of a disaster the size of Red Ring’s rampage at the end of the game.

Anyway, Robert had been Mecha Man for 15 years. If he’s 30, that means he became Mecha Man when he was 15.

He became Mecha Man illegally and no one thought to shake him down because they already knew who he was. Everyone just assumed he had what he needed.

This fits into the fact that Robert, while he always tried to save everyone, he didn’t always do it in the most heroic way (ex: tossing Toxic off the balcony, cutting off Flambae’s fingers). I mean, I don’t fault my boy for that, he doesn’t have powers and these people would kill him if he didn’t fight dirty, but it’s not the picture of heroism.

So he broke the law to be a hero.

Additionally; and I’m making a lot of assumptions based on his character; Robert didn’t have a team, went to work whenever there was a villain, and didn’t give a fuck about how dangerous the situation he was getting into was. We can tell that much just based on his scars.

He was breaking every hero law as AT LEAST a sophomore in high school, and he was doing it because the world needed Mecha Man.

It also raises the silly idea that Robert still doesn’t have his hero or flight license because getting it would mean admitting he broke the law at fifteen, then kept breaking the law by doing hero work and flying without either license.

When Blazer asks for them to put copies in the records room, Robert keeps pretending to forget them until eventually Blazer just fills in the information on her own.

He still won’t get the licenses. XD

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*rubbing my evil little hands together like a fly*

I’ve learned more medical conditions. You guys are gonna hate the last chapter of Forgiveness Is An Idiot’s Word.

Forgiveness is about to be a word this idiot will never be granted.

I’m so excited.

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Thinking of an AU where Robert sustains a spine injury that leaves him paralyzed.

To remedy this, Royd installs basically a robot spine into Robert’s back that receives signals from his brain that allow him to move, y’know like regular bones or whatever.

The robotic spine has a shit ton of technology wore through it, and it’s kinda like a spine version of his vambraces. What I mean is that he can control the mech suit just by thinking about it, as the robotic parts receive signals from his mind.

Think Sombra from Overwatch, except he can’t turn invisible.

I just like the possibilities that come from this AU.

First of all, whose idea was it? I think Robert was so desperate to be able to move again (to be able to HELP people again) that the asked Royd to help him come up with something, like how amputees will have robotic limbs.

Once he’s living with it, he realizes how reminiscent it is of something Shroud would do. It makes him sick to his stomach, but he pushes it down. He did what he had to do in order to keep living, not gain more power.

Unfortunately though, he kind of became a walking computer. I mean, he can’t like, browse the internet, but he can remotely connect to servers.

On an even worse note, as we know, computer processors need to stay cool in order to function. You don’t want an overheated robot.

This to say, he has to keep his distance from Flambae, his boyfriend, who unlike everyone else (minus Chase) isn’t happy about the whole more-mecha-than-man-thing. Of course, he wants Robert to be able to move and be happy, but at the same time? Flambae would have taken care of him. He would have rather spent everyday caring for his disabled boyfriend than have to sleep on opposite sides of the bed from him.

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I don’t know how many of you actually read Forgiveness is an Idiot’s word, but would you rather me finish that and then post a one shot I’m working on, or post the one shot then write the last chapter of FIAIW?

Which first?

Last chapter of FIAIW

One shot

Voting ended onMay 25

I don’t know if any of that made sense. If I post the one shot after I’ll probably put it in the same timeline that FIAIW is in.

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“You don’t have to feel guilty about this.” Robert gently caressed Chad’s cheek as he spoke in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t feel guilty anymore.”

I don’t feel guilty for being the reason you lost your fingers. I don’t feel guilty for not regretting doing it.

You got the revenge I wanted you to have, Chad. I’m happy.

Chad’s eyes softened as he stared into Robert’s. “I didn’t want to be even, I wanted you to be safe.”

chapter seven of Forgiveness is an Idiot’s Word is out now

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I’m writing chapter seven of Forgiveness is an Idiot’s Word on my phone while laying in bed, but I’m doing it for 🫵 you guys.

A sneak peak line for the 5 people here who care about this fic XD:

“How long have you fucking been awake?”

I’d love to hear what y’all think the context is and who’s saying it.

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Chapter 6 of Forgiveness is an Idiot's Word

Chase kicks some sense into Flambae.

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Crashin’ a Muthafuckin’ Wedding from Helluva Boss is such a Robert Robertson III song to me

“Oh I ain’t a stranger to your thorns. Think I’m a damsel, then you get the horns”

“I ain’t a damsel, I make that clear”

Is that not literally Robert during the bar scene? Or even with the Z Team, or just Robert in general? He’s not a stranger to villains and violence, he’s been doing this shit for fifteen years.

He doesn’t need anyone else’s help either. Not at the bar where he was literally maiming Red Ring goons left and right, and not when Visi was telling him to untie her and that he needed her help.

He didn’t.

“Think fast ‘cause mama’s gonna tear out your heart”

Heart, brain implant. Potato sharknado, you know the one.

Also, the actual scene this song plays over is so Robert coded as well. Like, Millie and Robert match each other’s feral. (Context: Millie was killing a bunch of goons who were after her. She was jumping on them like a feral raccoon, tearing their skin out with her teeth, choking them with fairy lights, impaling them with dildos mounted on a stick, etc.)

Not to mention that Robert would absolutely be this feral over anyone doing anything to Flambae. The shit he did at the bar was just for sport, it’s actual revenge time now, baby.

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Wanted by Hunter Hayes is such a Flambert song to me and I’m gonna cry about it

Like, they just want to be wanted, man, but neither of them, especially Robert, actually believe they can be.

Deep down, I think that Flambae knows that he’s cared for and that people want him around. It’s just his anxiety on the surface, y’know?

Robert, though, thinks he’s only wanted as a hero. Like, passively, he knows he’s loved, but like… They don’t really want him around. They want a guy who can dispatch and a guy who’ll have their backs and listen. Anyone can do that, he’s not special.

Flambae just wants Robert to know that, if nothing else, he wants him. No other normie will do, Robert’s it for him and he needs to know.

I am unwell

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It's hard to draw when I keep just smiling like a madman every time I look at my screen.

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I had a shower epiphany regarding the next chapter of FIAIW.

Prepare yourselves.

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I have a whole fic I could be working on, as well as like two or three one shots I have partially written out, but no.

I can’t bring myself to write them.

Of course not.

Anyways, imagine Robert has to leave California to dispatch for a new team that needs extra help or something and he’s gone for a while. Without telling anyone, he and Beef come back to Torrance randomly during the work day. Flambae finds out by returning to his and Robert’s apartment after work and finding Robert passed out on the couch. He runs over, excited, and wakes him up gently, kissing his face. Robert gets all sheepish and is like, “Shit, I fell asleep. I was trying to surprise you,” and Flambae’s all: “Bitch, I was surprised. Now take another power nap while I cook you dinner.”

And now I have one shot number four. Or maybe even fic number two.

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I’m passing out in my bed, but the angst bug bit me teeth to ass, effects full force.

Enjoy the first bit of the thing I’m writing tomorrow morning once I can keep my eyes open.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Blue whispered with tired eyes and a smile he struggled to keep visible. The droplets falling from above him hit his cheeks and gathered at his chin, rolling down the fabric of his mask and mixing with the red that ran rapidly down from his forehead. “Dying in your arms sounds nice. For me anyway. It probably sucks for you,” he forced out, voice raspy.

“Yeah, it does fucking suck.”

“Sorry.”

Flambert, obviously. We know who Blue is. God my head hurts.

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Chapter 5 of Forgiveness is an Idiot's Word

Flambae puts his base 1 intelligence to work.

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“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Robert, one brow raised, looked back from where he was lying across his boyfriend’s lap on the couch, practically folded over the larger man’s legs. “Oh yeah,” Robert answered, voice dripping with his deadpanned sarcasm. “I’d love you so much. We’d go on a walk outside and a long vacation to a patch of dirt, and then I’d bury you because not only do worms belong in the dirt, but they only live for like two days,” he remarked, rolling his eyes and turning back around to look at his phone.

Flambae put his own phone down on Robert’s legs, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the back of Robert’s head. “Worms live for like… two years, bitch,” Flambae corrected, his accented voice carrying his own flamboyant flavor of sass.

Robert turned back around, furrowed brows and tiny smirk on display. “Why do you know that?”

Flambae scoffed, throwing his arms out to the side dramatically. “You really wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?” he asked instead of answering, squinting at his boyfriend.

“No, I love you,” Robert replied, turning back around to lay his head against his arms that were folded against the couch cushions. “You wouldn’t be you if you were a worm,” he continued, voice slightly muffled.

“No, but like,” Flambae started again, gesturing his hands forward like an angry Italian man. “I got turned into a worm. It’s still me, I’m just a worm now.”

Robert turned back once again, expression perfectly neutral. “Then I’d cut you in half and feed you to Sonar to put you out of your misery,” he replied with a squint, laughing as Flambae hit him in the side of the head.

“You bitch! You’d feed me to batboner?” he asked incredulously, expression one of betrayal.

“You’d be a worm Flambae! They can’t think! You wouldn’t love me either!” Robert retorted dramatically with a smile, shrugging his shoulder as a way of gesturing.

“You wouldn’t even try to turn me back? You’d just fucking kill me?” Flambae asked, still loud and dramatic. Robert laughed.

“Okay, wait. In this hypothetical situation where you, somehow, got turned into a worm, if I could turn you back, I obviously wouldn’t kill you,” Robert amended, causing Flambae to cross his arms with a victorious smirk. “But I wouldn’t love you as a worm, either! I’d love you as a human who just so happened to be a worm at the moment!”

“So you would still love me!” Flambae shouted, smug and victorious. Robert laughed.

“Not as a worm! I’d only love you if I could turn you back,” Robert said, schooling his expressing. He turned slightly back away from Flambae before continuing smugly. “If I couldn’t, then I’d just kill you. Maybe go fishing.”

Flambae gasped, too dramatically to be real shock, even for him. “You bitch!” he said with a laugh, uncrossing his arms and bringing his hands down to hold Robert’s waist, squeezing.

“Gah- NO!” Robert shouted, laughing as he tried to roll away from much larger man tickling him.

Flambae laughed, sliding Robert from his lap so he could move over him instead, pinning him with his thighs as he continued his attack.

After a few minutes, once Robert stopped trying to fight it and all he could do was sit there and laugh as tears fell down his cheeks, Flambae’s hands stilled, and the warmer of the two leaned down to lay on top of the other. He placed a kiss below Robert’s ear, still holding his waist protectively. “I love you, ātashé delam,” Flambae whispered, nuzzling his nose into the side of Robert’s neck.

“I love you too,” Robert replied with a weak voice, out of breath. He was still shaking from how hard he’d been laughing. “Just not if you were a worm.”

“Bitch.”