#mechbae

[carriculumvitae]

[superbatlvr1]

[nougatnora]

I loved that scene nd wanted more of it so I added a little kissie before mechaman chops off his fingers xD💛

(To be honest, i dunno what's going on..I feel it suppose to be something else but...I couldn't catch it😅😅

[marenjade]

This wonderful artwork made by @3artho inspired me to make a fanfic based on it. With their permission to have the artwork in it w/credit :D If you want to read some angst, enjoy! https://t.co/RpCVmUYhe7

[rottingcicada]

Hey critters creatures and cryprids

This + steam engine?

(suggestive under cut, shocker I know)

Close ups <3

[splatterpunkfleshlight]

Bae threw his hair back and raised his fists. He'd been fighting this band of assholes for nearly 10 minutes, and they seemed to keep popping up and disappearing, disorienting the fire hero. A yell of frustration as he moved to charge was cut off as a man appeared in front of him.

There was no time for Bae to react. One moment the man was there, the next the world was flashing rapid fire. He squoze his eyes shut. It was way more intense than any strobe light he had ever seen. The world seemed to scream around him.

He buried his eyes into the ditch of his elbow. It helped block out the extreme light flashing. Last thing he needed was a migraine from flashing lights, not that day. He had plans for after work, so this had to wrap up quick.

He had thrown fire out, trying to burn the fucker that had been fighting him. He had moved forward to try to lash out, feeling nothing. He marched forward and still found nothing.

He peeked over his arm, the sky was dark, spotted with the rare silvery star that made it's way through the light pollution. He looked around, there was no one else around him. The world had stopped screaming as well.

He blinked as he walked, and really looked around. Was he still in Torrance? Most things looked so different, but some looked the same.

A cold drop hit his stomach. Had be been moved to a different universe? He'd heard of that happening a few times; SDN protocol stated to go to the nearest location, if applicable, and explain the situation.

First thing though, he tested his ear piece, "Hey Bobbitch, shit went sideways, you there?"

Only the sound of the late traffic greeted his ears.He shook his head, SDN it was... Hopefully.

The two story building stood much larger. There were more floors, and the whole building was active still. He spotted the landing zone and touched down.

He placed his thumb on the reader and it bonked twice. Right, different place. He flew down to the main entrance and stepped inside.

It was just as classic and timeless as he remembered. Warm wood panels with cream and brass accents. Things were different too, the desk was accented in bright golden lights, the old clunky computer was a more slick, holo version.

"How can I help you?" the nasally creature behind the desk asked him as their appendages worked what could be a keyboard.

"I am Flambae, and I think I was sent to this universe?" he was confused and had a mild ache behind his eyes from the flashing lights.

The creature stopped moving and looked him over, "Please have a seat, I'll have the director come down." their voice was rapid and much more energized. Bae hoped to FUCK he wasn't some notorious villain here, that would make shit so complicated.

He sat down on the cream colored couch and just took in this SDN. The walls had posters of various heroes with SDN promises. One stood out immediately. A dark skinned woman with deep teal lips, two toned hair, and an assortment of laugh lines etched into her face.

He knew Alice's face anywhere. It seemed this version of her was older, much happier than his. Her confidence had always been there, she had presence, but his woman had happiness that lit up her face. His heart ached for his own bestie, she deserved to have that too.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a familiar voice called his name, "Bae?". The bass rocked his ears. He turned his head to Robert's voice.

The man was still below six foot tall. His body was thicker with muscle and a small layer of fat. His face was Robert all the way through, the freckles, the mahogany eyes, the chipped ear. There was a short beard, blended into his combed over auburn and gray tresses. Wrinkles creased his eyes and forehead, not deeply, but enough that they were there when he wasn't emoting.

Flambae stood up to greet this Robert, ready to shake hands, try to make nice with this version. What he didn't expect was Robert to throw his arms around him early collapsing. Bae was quick to catch the smaller man, holding him up under his arms.

The smaller man pushed back a little and reached for his face, full confidence that Bae wouldn't drop him. The cooler hands traced the cheeks and jaw, earthen brown eyes filled with tears bore into the golden orbs. Bae simply waited for the assessment to end, "It's really you." a tear fell.

Bae didn't know what to do with this man, and set him down gently, making sure that his cane didn't just slide away, "a version of me, I guess." Bae shrugged.

Robert shook his head and motioned for him to follow. Bae walked next to the man into the main building, down the left hall, and through what looked like their bullpen. Dispatchers and heroes that had been talking and shuffling about stopped, stared, and whispered.

Robert opened the door to a corner office, his windows to the bullpen area were closed off with white panel blinds. The office was decorated in silvers, and bright blues, with a few tasteful pops of red-orange and yellow. The chairs were black, round body seats with plush midback support.

The desk was glass and steel with white lines holo-screens. Through the glass he could spy a small black and brown furred body curled on a small pillow. A small chihuahua pup with a bright pink collar. Definitely not Beef.

Robert set himself behind the desk in his own plush black chair. He remained quiet as he looked over the hot headed hero. Bae felt a little awkward. He had no clue what circumstances he was shoved into, and his head was still hurting.

Robert folded his hands on the desk, "I was wondering how long he hit you for." his voice was hushed in the quiet hum of the office. The bass was softened with age and emotion.

Bae blinked a bit like an owl. His singular intelligence point was working overtime to catch up on that single statement, "How long?"

"Yeah, twenty years, four months, 1 week, two days, and," brown eyes flicked to his screen, "around eleven hours."

Twenty /years/. His stomach clenched tight and his breathing increased. He wasn't in a different universe. He was home. He was twenty years out from everything he knew, but it was home. His hands trembled without his permission and his brain felt a bit foggy. Somewhere he heard Robert's voice calling out, "Zahir. Zahir! Hey, focus on my voice, come on, deep breaths. Come on, that's right, just like that."

Robert was seated next to him, one hand holding his, the other holding his face. He tried to wipe the steam from his eyes, completely ineffective against the gaseous water. He'd lost so much time, he'd missed his niece growing up, missed his friends lives, he even missed-

"I missed our date..." Zahir felt so... Almost numb in his limbs, hollow in his chest, and overcrowded in his head. Half an hour ago he was clearing out some henchmen, thinking about how he was taking his boyfriend to dinner. He had made big plans for tonight... That night, 20 years ago.

Robert shushed him and rubbed his thumb along the sharp cheek bone, "You didn't miss it on purpose, you were made into a temporary temporal singularity."

Bae felt himself relax into the touch. This was still his Robert; the brown eyes that seemed to swallow him, and held his gaze were the same ones he had looked into as he promised to be back for their dinner date. He wanted to close his eyes, open them, and this all be a weird dream.

Unfortunately, when he did, the scene hadn't changed. Robert chuckled at him, probably knew what he was doing, like he usually did.. Had... Ugh it was so confusing!

"How about," Robert started off softly, "we go get some food, there's a few good 24 hour places around here, and we eat, go home, rest, and tomorrow morning I will catch you up. Sound good?"

Bae nodded against the hand, his own three fingered hand coming to hold it to him. Food, rest, and Robert catching him up sounded as good as he could ask for in this new-but-not life.

[xbsentmxnded]

cw: vv suggestive, alcohol, body shots, making out, branding, robert gives flambae an inch and he takes a mile

flambae and robert meeting far before their later collisions...

flambae who perches himself over the edge of the bartop by his elbows, shirt unbuttoned down to his abdomen, ordering a couple shots of jägermeister and slapping a $10 on the counter. he's got his hair down to his shoulders, his knuckles glimmering with heavy rings, piercings in his ears and— yeah, yep, those are definitely nipple piercings

robert who is solidly too young to be there. freshly 19, but adorning enough scars and dark circles under his eyes to pass for at least 25. the music's bumping in his head, neon strobe lights nearly take his vision out, and he can't hear a goddamn word of his thoughts over the loud chatter and bass vibrating his chest cavity. maybe a gay club wasn't the best place to wind down, but they were the only ones who didn't ID. and the last thing he needs after spending days and nights in that fucking suit is to argue with a bouncer over his age.

robert who sits away from the mingling mess of bodies, leaning against the cushioned, torn booth behind him. he sits, he sips his beer, and he observes.

but one body among the masses catches his eye, a long-haired man gripping the hip behind him, grinding his ass against his crotch. he balances his drink in his free hand, knocking it back in one go. robert's eyes dip as droplets peeked from his lips.

then, a flash of light as he tilts his head back, flames rocketing out from his lips and lapping up into the air. he grins smugly, mouth full of smoke, looking at the astonished man behind him with a look that screamed, "yeah, i know, i'm the shit."

flambae, who pulled that trick, only to huff and roll his eyes when the man excuses himself. he faces forward, only to lock eyes with a man already looking at him; a small thing, wearing a plain-jane outfit, sitting in the far corner alone.

perfect.

a smirk tugs at his lips, and he pushes past the drunk bodies to stride over to him.

robert, who sees this man sauntering towards him, and immediately looks away, eyes shutting as he prays to any deity out there that he would veer off course to find someone else to bother. he sips on his drink, turning away and staring at the table in front of him... only for this man to plop his ass down and sit on the table in front of him.

"enjoy the show?" flambae slurs out.

his voice is ungodly grating— yet, something about it (the accent, robert figures)— manages to seize robert's attention. or maybe it was the rough knuckles digging into his chin, tilting his head back.

"hey, bitch, i'm talking to you," flambae sneers, sliding his hand back to put a single finger underneath his chin. "you spent who-knows-how-long eye-fucking me from this cuck chair only to give me the silent treatment?"

robert's eyes widen, torn between pulling back or leaning forward. what the hell was his issue?

"i wasn't— look, man," robert begins, grasping the man's wrist and lowering it. "i didn't mean to... 'eye-fuck' you. i was just looking around."

"looking at my ass, you mean," flambae corrects, tilting his head. he brings robert's hand to rest on the wide expanse of his thigh, watching robert's eyes dart and dilate.

"no, not..." robert sighs, his entire arm going tense the moment his hand lands on his thigh. he could feel his face flushing furiously, and it had nothing to do with the heat that seemingly emenated from this man. "... well, what if i was?"

there it was.

"then you better be willing to commit to your actions, bitch," flambae leans down, his chest hovering just a couple inches short of robert's nose. the heavy scent of smoke, syrup, and citrus stuck to his clothes, working its way into robert's system and making his head all fuzzy and light.

flambae takes robert by the shoulder and shoved him roughly onto the booth, sliding off the table to climb over him.

"woah, i—" robert sputters out, putting his palms up. "i'm flattered, but i— y'know, here?"

flambae scoffs, pulling robert's hoodie up. "calm down. i'm not that much of a slut."

robert's abdomen tenses as he looks down at flambae, propping himself up on his elbows. flambae smirks at him, crawling up until they were practically nose-to-nose.

"ever done a body shot before?" flambae questions, his breath hot on robert's face.

"a what?"

flambae was practically beaming. he pushes himself up and leans against the booth, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt— two buttons— and grabbing a shot glass from the table. he curls his free fingers into a "come hither" motion, watching robert obey without question. robert's face hovers over flambae's chest, and it's only then that the absurdity of the situation begins to dawn on him.

flambae hums as he watches robert gaze up at him oh-so-trustingly. he tilts his head back, pouring the shot down the column of his throat and letting it cascade down his chest. robert could only stare, wide-eyed with his lips slightly parted, his freckled cheeks absolutely burning at the sight of this.

flambae grips robert by the back of his hair, shoving his face down into his hairy abdomen.

"open," he mutters slowly.

robert, just as slowly, opens his mouth and instinctively sticks his tongue out. flambae dragged his face up his abdomen, robert's tongue lapping up the heavy liquor– along with the tinge of smokey musk lingering on flambae's skin. a broken croak, almost lost in the noise of the bar, made it through robert's throat.

"hey, bitch, eyes on me," flambae coos, pulling him up towards his chest. "don't waste a drop. i paid way too much for this shitty liqueur."

a noise akin to an "uh-huh," comes from robert, and he sucked the liquid down until flambae pulled him off.

"there. see? body shot. fun." flambae chuckles, narrowing his eyes at robert's blissed-out expression. flambae finishes off the last shot, leaning down into robert's space again, getting nice and close...

"... seeing stars?" he teases, sliding his fingers behind robert's jaw. "i know. i do that to people. just your lucky day that a sexy catch like myself took pity on your little virgin self."

robert remains where he sat, still out of words to say. flambae leans down and pressed a firm, open-mouthed kiss to robert's lips, working them open to lick inside. he steals the breath from robert's lungs. that heat, that scent, those hands gripping over him, the rumbles of his throat, the scratch of his stubble against his face— it was all almost too much.

then, flambae pulls back and stands up, lips sheening with spit. he wipes them with his thumb, sucking it off.

"thanks for the fun time, bitch," he chimes, pushing off the table and sauntering back off towards the crowd.

robert doesn't process the man leaving for a few seconds, hurriedly sitting up. "wait— i didn't catch your—"

but just like that, he was gone. robert's shoulders slump in disappointment, but the movement makes a sharp pain in his side erupt. he pulls his hoodie up, looking down for the source—

only to catch what appears to be a burn carved into his skin. fingerprints and... something that looks suspiciously like CA branded into his ribs.

[littletimmyalexander]

flambert.

a lil drawing I made. still learning how to draw them (and anatomy in general) so please don't be mean,,