could i perchance request robert x passively self-destructive reader, like robert immediately clocks some of the shit they do because he used to/still does some of it to, maybe reader does the same, and then they both have to stop being passively self–destructive because the other won't stop annoying them about it
if not that's perfectly fine too though, gn or ftm reader please
❁ 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 .
tw: ftm! Reader is unhinged and hinted to be su!c¡dal, he's also a little mean, he has powers but his position in SDN is not specified. Both Reader and Robert put themselves through subtle acts of self harm, it's more extreme on Reader's side. Unsettling sexual comments and mentions of masturbation, but otherwise there is no actual smut or explicit thing going on. Smoking. Slight mention of blood.
Note: OKAY SO, this is the second time I'm writing the notes and stuff because Tumblr decided to be an ass and didn't save the whole thing in my drafts. But anyway!! I really liked this request and y'all can probably tell I indulged myself a little. I think it makes it more relatable for others if I use the things I struggle with myself in my writing instead of just making things up :) this was really nice to write and I hope u enjoy, sweets.
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Divider made by @pixopix
The gym room was supposed to be empty at this hour. That's what Blonde Blazer told you when you asked her to make sure. So why is it that as you deliver another painful punch to the poor sand bag hanging from the ceiling, a light trace of blood becoming apparent from under the bandages that were tightly wrapped around your knuckles, you hear footsteps behind you?
You groan, choosing to ignore it. You were familiar with the sound of those shoes. That asshole didn't wear anything else, it was hard to miss the way the soles of his boots echoed in a quiet space. Or maybe you're just obsessed, as invisibitch says. Ugh.
"Your hands are bleeding." Robert's voice holds no emotion, at least none that you can pinpoint. He puts a hand on your shoulder, as if he could calm down your ragged, sharp breathing with just a simple touch. "If you want to go full force, you have to wear gloves. Bandages won't be enough... As I'm sure you can see."
You don't say anything. Not because you're ashamed or shy about him seeing you like this: in sport shorts, and only wearing your binder.
...speaking of that, "Are you... wearing a binder while working out?"
You push his hand away, walking to where your bag sat to take out a small water bottle, drinking from it as you sit down. "You're a hypocrite."
"Excuse me?" He replies.
"You're a hypocrite. That's what you are. I'm not the only one with bloody knuckles who hasn't been in a fist fight in weeks." You argh an eyebrow, tilting your head in mock curiousity. "Or are those bandages just for the office job aesthetic?"
Robert takes a look at his own hands, covered and wrapped with yellowed bandages that hid his scarred knuckles, chuckling dryly. "Okay smartass, sure. What about the binder? You wanna suffocate? I promise you there are much better ways–"
"I could also take your dick down my throat until I choke and die." You light a cigarette you've taken out of its pack, putting it in between your lips.
The silence that follows after those words is louder than any screams of agony and anger you could give the world when you smash your fists against that punching bag.
"Okay, first of all, you need help. Second, do you want your lungs to cripple up and bust? I mean seriously, this is ridiculous." He waves a accusatory hand towards you, all of you. The cigarette, the binder, the sweat covering your exposed skin... You weren't exactly going easy on yourself during your little training either.
"Want one?" You smirk up at him, holding up the pack for him to take one out.
"No, I-"
"You don't smoke? I have various footages that would beg to differ."
"I was gonna say I'm not gonna prove you right. Not right now at least."
"Wow, sooo stubborn. No wonders you've gotten so far in life, mecha-man."
You stretch, letting out a sharp gasp as the edges of your binder dig into your flesh again. It wasn't really any different, but every time you did anything that caused your breathing to shallow, that shit would claw at you like it's a fucking cage.
"Are you done with shit talking?"
Rolling your eyes at those words, you try to fix your binder so that it hurts a little less. "Are you gonna go on one of those inspirational speeches?"
"Yup, that's exactly what I'm gonna do." And then he sits down besides you on the floor, taking one cigarette out of the pack in your hand despite what he just said.
The silence comes back, broken by the flame of the lighter becoming ablaze, and the faint sound of the burning end of his roll. He takes in a deep breath, holding it in for much longer than necessary, letting the smoke burn his throat before he finally blows it out, away from your face.
"I know what it looks like. I do the exact same shit as you do, harming myself over and over just to forget about everything else that's happening with small things that are gonna make my life a living hell in the long run." He pauses, looking down at your legs for a second before looking back up. "But the things you do...? The damage comes so much earlier. I'm not your dad, but as a friend and a co-worker I can't just walk past you and let you hurt yourself like this all the time."
You hold his gaze for several seconds, only blinking a few times. Robert wonders for moment if you were even listening.
"Okay I'm gonna throw up. At least don't sound like a little bitch when you wanna give me advices on life." You look away, trying to hide away the blush on your face as you take another drag. "Keep talking like this and I'll tell everyone how you stayed awake for 48 hours two weeks ago, almost overdosing on coffee and energy drinks."
"Woah woah woah, how did you-"
"I basically have a camera in everyone's brain, don't you know that?" You scoff, leaning back against the wall as you mention your power. "I can't read minds, but I can see recent memories..."
"I'm gonna report you to HR for inappropriate use of your abilities."
"And I could report you for inappropriatly sexual actions during work hours." He really needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut when he knows how your power works. You're starting to think he likes this whole gig.
"...okay seriously?" Somehow, you've never seen Robert look like this. Flushed red, and embarrassed. He's usually the nonchalant guy in these kind of stuff.
"Yup, completely. So unless you want your blonde babe to know how you were moaning and bitching in the bathroom, you better think about this: can you stop the things you do if you expect me to stop?" Finally, you find it in yourself to lock eyes with him, suddenly sounding much more serious. "Because I'm not gonna take shit from a hypocrite."
"Sounds like you wanna make a deal." A small smile crosses his face, eyes softening into something more gentle. It makes you want to hurl, but you'll let it pass. "I watch over you, make sure you don't do stupid shit and hurt yourself... Anddd, you can watch over me. Would you try then?"
"...sure." you crush your cigarette in a napkin, putting it in a plastic bag back in your backpack. It's not like you can just throw it on the floor of the gym. "We both "help" each other. If either of us breaks the deal, he's buying the other one a dinner."
Well now Robert is tempted to fail before it even starts.
"Great. It's a deal." He does the same with his cigarette, giving it to you so you can put it in the plastic.
You both get up, shaking hands before you push yours into you pockets, letting out a sigh. "Alright then," you punch him in the shoulder. "I'm out."
"Ow- wait, hold on, by the way.. I don't have anything going on with Blon–" you cut him off
"Yeah I know. You were moaning my name in the bathroom after all."
"...you heard that too?"
"Yeah no I just saw it. But looks like I was right." Damn it. Right. You could only see memories, not hear them. He outed himself!! "Good luck, Robertson the Third." With a sly smile, you leave the gym with your bag over your shoulder, waving at him lazily.
Alone in the gym room, Robert groans into his hands. How could he always forget about the way your power worked? And why wasn't he actually mad with the violation?
Goddamnit, how he wishes he could down a whole bottle of wine right now.
the morning (afternoon?) after this messy stunt. Floyd got off too easy in my opinion, but it's hard for Les to stay mad at him when he makes those sad pouting faces... 🤦
If you think Floyd's being really dumb at the start of this comic before getting a reality check, you have to take into account that he's madly lovesick and was feeling very smug atm; he's also a 15yo pop troll who thinks making out with someone means they're together now; and he assumed Les's sour mood was entirely the result of a nasty hangover...
P.S. They forgot about Hed lol (I almost forgot about him too, drew him just before posting lmao)
this is my tfs horror au design for henry!! horror au doesnt really narrow it much so ill try to explain:
its a more psychological horror version of tfs i guess? henry is a very strict christian who believes that god is punishing him for his sins with divine power and immortality due to the scar on his hand being shaped like the cross; he believes he is a god to some extent (or rather a vessel to a higher god which in this case is the mindflayer). the animal killings are sacrifices to the mindflayer like in the og show, but instead all of the things/people henry have killed have a cross carved into their heads. virginia and victor are even worse in their aspects, victor resorts to many more unhealthy coping mechanisms not just alcoholism (he does drugs, shoots things when hes angry etc.), virginia is a lot worse, much more abusive and even tries to exorcise henry at one point. henry is traumatised by all of this and it leads to a lot of self hatred and thinking that god hates him, and when hes eventually sent to the lab he thinks brenner is trying to rid him of his divine connection and is a lot more hostile towards him (hes also quite scared as he doesnt want to be drugged and end up like his father), brenner probably splashes henry with holy water or sm idk. if you want more info on this au feel free to lmk!!
pls also any name ideas for this au are appreciated "horror" is really shit 😭😭
credits to @/2ds-sleeping-powder for the bandaid headcanon also
Damn, didn't know that toys counted as a sentient being now- Wait, nevermind, not even a preschool toy would want to date you. Stop with hallucinations before you're sent to the Asylum again.
Winslow Leach being one of my favorite characters ever compilation [TWs in tags!!!]
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE HELL I WENT THROUGH TO HAVE THIS POSTED TO ANY SOCIAL MEDIA AT ALL
Mostly made this for a friend who wanted reference as to what Winslow's like since they haven't seen the movie :3
Just used clips of his Phantom persona for this since it was already getting too long lol, also once he becomes The Phantom he gets a million times more bird-like, it's great
If y'all want me to make a shorter comp of pre-Phantom Winslow at any point, lemme know!!
Anyways GO WATCH PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE IT'S SO PEAK YET SO UNDERRATED PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TRUST ME IT'S SO GOOD
…Sometime in the past, three years ago, there was a man in his early 30s named Thorne Donnah. He was married to a woman named Marilyn, who had a child named Jerry. No, they didn’t fuck. Thorne loved to call Marilyn ‘Bee’ for a cute nickname. The three lived a, some would say, a “wonderful” life! Although, Thorne had the job as a police officer. A lieutenant. He was usually never home to spend time with his family. That fact was making Jerry feel some sort of sadness and neglect. One day when Thorne called in and stayed home, Marilyn instructed him to have a small talk with her. It was about Jerry and his feelings. Marilyn was always paranoid and scared of Thorne, beings how he always would usually come home in a bad mood. Now, Thorne had bad anger issues and bipolar. He would always get upset at the littlest thing. It caused him to be a little abusive here and there. He was in therapy and taking medication because of his depression and bipolar episodes. He’s always been trying to fix his problems. …Though one day, he eventually ran off of his medication.
Thorne attempts to fix his problem of not being home for his family, but since he’s refusing to take his medication now, that’s been much of a struggle. While Jerry was at school, and Thorne had his day off, Marilyn decided to talk to him again. …Trying to push the fact that he may harm her again. Thorne didn’t really like to be told what he was doing is wrong, because all he believes is that he’s trying his hardest; and he is. But he’s doing it in the wrong way. Marilyn gets upset at Thorne, because he never fixed his problem ls and didn’t make jerry any happier. This upset Thorne too. Marilyn was depressed, too, she understood Thorne, but not enough to not get angry at him for trying. She was always nervous of Thorne because of his abusive behaviors, and would never hear him out when he tried to explain himself unless he physically harmed her.
Months later, …Thorne still wouldn’t take his meds. Lying to his therapist. Quit his job. This all caused voices in his head to form again. Worse, this time. These voices convince him to murder. He doesn’t ignore them. They told him to kill Marilyn. …And so he did. Jerry was at school, he didn’t have to worry about scaring his son. He wouldn’t care anyway. …At least not in the moment. Thorne went into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. Marilyn was sitting on the couch reading. She loved to read. Thorne would buy her so much books of her favorite genres and stories. Thorne approaches her. She asks about the knife he was holding. …He brushed it off and tried to have a normal conversation. It went well for a while, until he snapped and eventually jammed the knife into her chest. covering her mouth to silence her screams. He has stabbed her a couple of times; before stopping, realizing what he was doing. He drops knife, and drops to his knees in front of her now dead body. Sobbing.
