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@robo-legs
"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me I don't know it, but I feel it coming" 18+ only | indie semi-literate + semi-selective TF2 scout oc about matthew / about matthew (mobile friendly version) | about mun | rules / rules (mobile friendly version)
torture starters : deprivation
[ mentions of abuse, torture, kidnapping, etc. ]
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” “I didn’t think you could look any worse, but you surprise me every day.” “Remind me, how long haven’t I fed you? Oh wait, you can’t tell day from night, can you?” “Oh no, I didn’t bring this food down for you. I just wanted to have something to watch while I ate.” “You know it’s rude to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation, right?” “Wakey-wakey! You’ve slept a whole forty seconds! Time to remind you of what happens when you do that again.” ”That blindfold is never coming off again.” “I never said you could have fresh water.” “All you have to do is say you did it, and I’ll let you sleep again. Permanently.” ”You might break the world record ‘staying awake’ soon! If you don’t die first, of course.” ”Who’re you talking to? You do realise you’re all alone down here, right?” “Remember sleep?” ”Look around while you still can. After today you’ll never see colours again.” ”For a moment there I thought you’d finally starved.” “It’s nice and warm outside. Remember sunshine?” “Drifting off again, are you?” “Good morning! Did you sleep well?” “Look what I found! Cat food. It’s your favourite…” “All you have to do is confess you did it, and you can have this water.” “You tell me the truth and you walk out of here. It’s that simple.” “Hellooo? You still alive in there?” “Look, I made breakfast! For myself.” “Okay so, would you rather not sleep or not eat for the coming seven days?”
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@robo-legs
𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (a collection of prompts from text posts I saved. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
“You’re such an idiot. I will literally kiss you on the mouth.”
“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID???”
“Not evil anymore, I want to be loved now.”
“Babygirl, you are awkward and do not understand social cues.”
“Sorry about being mentally ill, the sex will be bomb though.”
“What if my best self is a cunt that can’t wake up before noon?”
“They’ve got something gay going on.”
“I’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know.”
“I couldn’t fix him. But I could fuck him.”
“I am a generator of hate, and my rage is a renewable resource, like sunshine.”
“If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not.“
“I’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.”
“You’re talking mad shit for a guy within kissing distance.”
“I’m sorry I’m hot and funny. Are you mad at me?”
“You make a lot of threats for someone who is short and can’t even do a push-up.”
“My fear of abandonment is so strong, because if I could I would abandon myself too.”
“Your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone.”
“My kink? Knowing all the information.”
“I think Aristotle said that.”
“The Universe has a sense of humor and I can respect the commitment to the bit but, girl, please.”
“Vulnerability is so hard. If I told you anything sappy know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression.”
“Please don’t say mean things to me.”
“My hobbies include knowing and being right.”
“I told you a joke and you’re laughing. I love you.”
“I’m covered in blood for sexy reasons. Also I just got stabbed.”
“I don’t identify as “male” or “female”, I identify as a warning.”
“I’ve made a huge mistake.”
“First of all, I didn’t “miss” the red flags. I looked at them and thought: yeah, that’s sexy.”
“I could recognize him by tits alone.”
“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.”
“Can someone please be proud of me? Like fuck, I’m trying.”
RANDOM ACTION-THEMED PROMPTS
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
be careful.
that looks like it hurts.
we move on three, got it?
i’ll give you a boost.
found you some ammo.
don’t you ever point a gun at someone you’re not going to shoot.
get ready to run!
you’re bleeding!
we’re a team.
you saved my life back there.
can you show me how?
grab my hand!
you saved my life…
we need a backup plan.
wake up!
where did they come from?
what’s your status?
i’ll be back in ten minutes.
stop! think about what you’re doing!
where are we going?
did you find anything useful?
take it easy, you blacked out.
it’s my shoulder, i think it’s dislocated.
you’re not a bad shot.
why don’t you let me handle this one?
we’re gonna have to jump!
i need you to focus.
you need a break?
it’s alright. you’re okay.
careful where you aim that thing.
can you hear anything?
you look tired.
i’m gonna need to to be quiet.
do you know how to shoot?
did the bullet go through?
don’t come out until i say so.
come here, let me see the wound.
it’s my job to protect you.
i’m not going to let anything happen to you.
find cover!
put your weapons on the ground, now!
you owe me for this.
i thought i lost you!
i’m in charge!
that was a hell of a shot.
i’m low on ammo!
i’m on your side.
are we clear?
this better be important.
cover your ears.
you’ve looked better.
i think it’s broken.
quick! find a weapon!
can i trust you?
careful, it could be a trap.
sorry, that took longer than i thought.
watch your fire!
i need you to be strong.
are you hurt?
i thought they’d never leave.
you didn’t have to do that for me.
can you stand?
take all the time you need.
between the two of us, i’m the better driver.
here, have some water.
when i call out to you, you’re supposed to respond!
whatever happens, i got your back.
don’t aim that at me.
it’s not too late to do the right thing.
i’ll take first watch.
let me carry you.
did you do that?
don’t shoot!
where are you?
sit down!
look out!
i’ll look after you.
now’s not the time to be scared.
why did you do that?
alright, my turn.
cover your eyes.
you’re leaving me? here?
take a deep breath, squeeze the trigger.
that’s a long way down…
i’m not your enemy!
you need to slow down.
we should cover our tracks.
are we almost there?
how’re you holding up?
we need to get some sleep.
promise me you’ll come back.
here, eat this.
my head is pounding.
you have no idea how good it is to see you.
i won’t forget what you did for me.
please don’t do this to me.
where did you come from?
put that down!
what’s taking so long?
we’re going the wrong way.
that doesn’t sound very safe.
i don’t have a clear shot.
let’s finish the job first.
what does the map say?
i believe in you.
i appreciate what you’ve done for me.
i’m not a medic!
don’t touch anything. i mean it.
take the shot!
🚪
[11. covered with confetti]
Matt had that hilarious look of mild annoyance on his face when Nathan opened the door. Blue and red bits of paper were caught in his hair and just sitting on his shoulders, his face and shirt was covered in glitter. Behind him a long line of dancing mercenaries moved along. One popped a party popper; and Matt was showered in more flittering pieces of paper and gold shimmers.
It was a ceasefire for the two teams; something for an unannounced and unexplained event. It quickly turned into a large celebration for the two teams. Why not party if there was no need to fight?
"...how bad is it...?" Matt said in a low frying voice. "It's everywhere, right?"
Nathan couldn't help but giggle at the sight of his lover, grabbing his wrist to pull him inside. Sure, it was nice that everyone wanted to throw a party, but the BLU wasn't one for much social interactions, having run out energy for it today.
"It's everywhere, yeah," he said, dragging Matt along. "Come on, well get ya cleaned off, eh? We'll use the showers close to my room."
As they walked, Nathan brushed off most of the debris, picking up the waste before dumping it into the nearest trash can.
Following Nathan along, Matt smiled. He slipped his hand up into his and gently swung his their arms together. He may have gotten some glitter on Nathan, but frankly, it didn't matter.
"You think we'd be able to snag ourselves some duct tape as well? It does wonders for glitter." Matt said.
You'll notice that people do this in multiplayer games for much the same reason!
@robo-legs
reblog to give the person you rb’d this from a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows
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@dead-eye-ranger
[19. covered in baking ingredients]
Of course baking with the other scouts would be a shitshow in and of itself - Matt was unlucky enough to get covered in cake mix, spattered with eggs, and splattered in icing. He looked like a wet cat with the way he stood; arms held out a bit, shoulders tense, strings of yolk and slime dripping from the top of his head - for a hat he had the sad, smashed remains of an egg.
He gave Arthur a forced grinned. "Ta dah."
🚪
[11. covered with confetti]
Matt had that hilarious look of mild annoyance on his face when Nathan opened the door. Blue and red bits of paper were caught in his hair and just sitting on his shoulders, his face and shirt was covered in glitter. Behind him a long line of dancing mercenaries moved along. One popped a party popper; and Matt was showered in more flittering pieces of paper and gold shimmers.
It was a ceasefire for the two teams; something for an unannounced and unexplained event. It quickly turned into a large celebration for the two teams. Why not party if there was no need to fight?
"...how bad is it...?" Matt said in a low frying voice. "It's everywhere, right?"
🚪
[10. after being mugged]
He rolled his raw knuckles back to knock.
Send me 🚪 ( or ‘door’ ) and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) …
crying
starving
possessed
sopping wet
blackout drunk
holding a baby
after a car crash
looking for a fight
covered in bruises
after being mugged
covered with confetti
severely dehydrated
angry beyond reason
with a broken arm/leg
covered in blood (theirs)
after having a nightmare
after being missing for days
after the death of a loved one
covered in baking ingredients
about to faint from exhaustion
with a real crown on their head
on their knee, with ring in hand
covered in tiny scrapes and cuts
covered in blood ( someone else’s )
holding a baby animal ( sender’s choice )
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@robo-legs
Nathan woke up in pain.
Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recount the night before. He didn't do anything to cause any pain, but maybe he just slept weirdly. Huffing, he sat up, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed to try and get his Advil, expect... his feet didn't touch the ground. He could feel his feet.
Eyes snapping open, Nathan looked down at his legs, scrambling to rip the blanket off them. The bottom half of his legs were missing, the BLU starting to panic. Frantically he searched the bed for his hidden plush toy but... this wasn't his bed. Hell, this wasn't even his room!
Slowly, Nathan looked around, finally taking in his surroundings. Warm colours coated the walls, short dressers lined them, and there was a wheelchair next to the bed, prosthetic legs sitting neatly on the bedside table.
He was in Matt's room. He was in Matt's body.
"What the fuck?"
"You don't gotta go back to where you came from," he said quietly. "When you were still at BLU, I... I sent letters about you to my dad. Even afterwards, when all this-" he gestured to the stumps, "-happened, I wrote about it, keeping it vague, He said he's happy to have another face in the house when our contracts are done."
-
For a brief second Matt's eyes had a glimmer of hope. But it was quickly snuffed out. He pulled back a bit, with a faint smile. He said, "Nate, I don't think I could show myself to your dad. Let alone stay under the same roof... I'd feel too guilty."
He turned to look out of his window. The golden sunbeams bled over the battlements and blocky shadows bathed the reddish sand in a blue tone. Matt chuckled and adjusted his legs (criss-cross apple-sauced; it still amazed him how Nathan could sit like this for hours without any aches or pains.)
"I dunno if you told me how your dad's been doing lately. How is he?"
👤🔀👤
@robo-legs
Nathan woke up in pain.
Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recount the night before. He didn't do anything to cause any pain, but maybe he just slept weirdly. Huffing, he sat up, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed to try and get his Advil, expect... his feet didn't touch the ground. He could feel his feet.
Eyes snapping open, Nathan looked down at his legs, scrambling to rip the blanket off them. The bottom half of his legs were missing, the BLU starting to panic. Frantically he searched the bed for his hidden plush toy but... this wasn't his bed. Hell, this wasn't even his room!
Slowly, Nathan looked around, finally taking in his surroundings. Warm colours coated the walls, short dressers lined them, and there was a wheelchair next to the bed, prosthetic legs sitting neatly on the bedside table.
He was in Matt's room. He was in Matt's body.
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah, I get told that I'm small real often," he said with a chuckle. "I'd like to know what it's like to be tall, but I don't trust myself with your legs there. But like... is my nose that flat?"
-
"I guess? You just got a button nose, so I don't think it's all that flat." Matt shifted slightly, resting his chin on Nathan's knee. The cold of the metal fitting at the end of the stump made him briefly recoil before settling back down. "If you'd like I can teach you how to put them on." He gestured to his pair of metal prosthetics.
He paused for a moment, shaking his head. "Actually, maybe not. Putting those on is kinda painful if your not used to it and I don't want you experiencing that painful baptism..."
"Jesus, Mattie," Nathan grumbled, putting a hand on his lovers. "How in the fuck do you go about your day like this? It hurt to even wake up."
He sighed, putting his head back in his borrowed hands. He didnt know that Matt went through... this! He was in pain, he didn't think the medicine was working, and he just wanted to sleep. If he had known before... he didn't know. He was at a loss on how he could help.
"Why are you still here?" He asked. "Still fighting. Still pushing. The legs hurt to put on, and yet you still do it, every single day. Why don't you rest?"
Matt fell silent for a long while. "I don't have a life outside of this," he answered, "it's all I know. And sure, I earn so much and have a lot saved up; I can retire early - but there's nothing for someone like me out there."
Matt pulled Nathan's hand close and pressed a small kiss onto the back of it.
"People like me, who are sick in the head and not in once piece? We have nothing. There's nothing there, y'know?" Matt sighed. He turned slightly to rest his cheek on Nathan's thigh. "At least here medicine is free and there are some accommodations. It's cushier here than out there."
Tf2 sketches on da drawpile
(red sketches belong to @momulite )
👤🔀👤
@robo-legs
Nathan woke up in pain.
Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recount the night before. He didn't do anything to cause any pain, but maybe he just slept weirdly. Huffing, he sat up, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed to try and get his Advil, expect... his feet didn't touch the ground. He could feel his feet.
Eyes snapping open, Nathan looked down at his legs, scrambling to rip the blanket off them. The bottom half of his legs were missing, the BLU starting to panic. Frantically he searched the bed for his hidden plush toy but... this wasn't his bed. Hell, this wasn't even his room!
Slowly, Nathan looked around, finally taking in his surroundings. Warm colours coated the walls, short dressers lined them, and there was a wheelchair next to the bed, prosthetic legs sitting neatly on the bedside table.
He was in Matt's room. He was in Matt's body.
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah, I get told that I'm small real often," he said with a chuckle. "I'd like to know what it's like to be tall, but I don't trust myself with your legs there. But like... is my nose that flat?"
-
"I guess? You just got a button nose, so I don't think it's all that flat." Matt shifted slightly, resting his chin on Nathan's knee. The cold of the metal fitting at the end of the stump made him briefly recoil before settling back down. "If you'd like I can teach you how to put them on." He gestured to his pair of metal prosthetics.
He paused for a moment, shaking his head. "Actually, maybe not. Putting those on is kinda painful if your not used to it and I don't want you experiencing that painful baptism..."
