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Sketchin my peenids for this transmasc zine I’m submitting to, do you think tumblr will let me post it?
We fixin to find out
Really pushing Tumblrs buttons by posting the finished version
7 thousand people have seen an artistic rendering of my benis
always remember that chell is canonically* a transgender woman
Transition timeline; 99999 days on Aperture Science homebrew œstradiol
POV you used the phrase "transition timeline" on [tumblr] post about 20-year-old video game models
ohh yeah im a real piece of shit 👍 job please
ohh yeah im a real piece of shit 👍 job please
Hi everyone! This is an illustrated guide I made as part of my co-admining work at The Middle Eastern Feminist on Facebook! It will be published there shortly. The technique that is displayed here is a genuine one used in psychology - I forgot the name and couldn’t find it again so if you know about it, feel free to tell me! Some could say: “Yes but you can use that technique for instances of harassment other than Islamophobic attacks!”, and my reply is: Sure! Please do so, it also works for other “types” of harassment of a lone person in a public space!! However I’m focusing on protecting Muslims here, as they have been very specific targets lately, and as a French Middle Eastern woman, I wanted to try and do something to raise awareness on how to help when such things happen before our eyes - that way one cannot say they “didn’t know what to do”! I’d like to insist on two things: 1) Do not, in any way, interact with the attacker. You must absolutely ignore them and focus entirely on the person being attacked! 2) Please make sure to always respect the wishes of the person you’re helping: whether they want you to leave quickly afterwards, or not! If you’re in a hurry escort them to a place where someone else can take over - call one of their friends, or one of yours, of if they want to, the police. It all depends on how they feel! For my fellow French-speakers: I will translate it in French and post it on my page as soon as I can :) Please don’t hesitate to share this guide as it could push a lot of people to overcome bystander syndrome!! Lots of love and stay safe! PS: I you repost this cartoon of mine on twitter or instagram, please add me in the post so I can see it, with @itsmaeril :)
An important reminder today, and every day.
This is based off of the Non-Complementary technique in psychology - also known as ‘flipping the script’.
It is a legitimate tactic for defusing a situation that could otherwise escalate to become quite nasty.
People instinctively reciprocate anger with anger and kindness with kindness, but what happens when someone breaks this ‘complementary be
“I HATE MECHA-MAN” alright buddy 🤔🔥
The Z-Team comes back to base after the evening shift to find a sight for sore eyes waiting for them!
is their dispatcher actually kidnapped and replaced with a seductive demon or are they just seeing a well-fed, well-rested Robert in a good mood for the first time ever?
What do you think?
Guys, this has been a really fun project!
The rest of it is here:
https://www.tumblr.com/bloopiebloops/810668872176975872/i-imagine-your-co-workers-reading-your-fanfic?source=share
This was inspired by anon and @aa-archer42's Coupé-written Bodyguard AU fanfic
Prequel post: Coupe writing some scenes in her head
I imagine your co-workers reading your fanfic out-loud would be a nightmare scenario? Especially if you wrote it about your boss.
Part 1 is here
Inspired by @aa-archer42 / anon's bodyguard AU Coupé fanfic! :)
reblog this to be an annoying faggot at ur followers
Final day of mechabat week!!!!! It's 3:00am but we're here!!
Intoxicated/Bloodlust
Chad and Alice overheard and are already planning the wedding. And don't worry, Robert's gonna say yes <3
And thats a wrap folks! Thanks for tuning in, this was so much fun!!! I'll see yall again real soon :)
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Mechabat week day 4!!!!
Impulsive/Infatuation
Dont let Sonar lie to you, he LOVES being overly romantic
Was originally gonna include this in my pre-mechabat week post but I thought it fit the prompt quite well :)
Also sorry for the bad quality I just could not get the right lighting to make my crappy phone camera work today 😭
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Imagine losing a game you rigged
How do you think the Z-Team & co would react if Robert actually got flustered from their flirting. Full blush included.
AHAHA I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO DO THIS ONE [now that I'm free from my college shackles, I have quite the bit of time to answer my inbox 🫶 thank you all sm!!!]
it's honestly a coin toss if Robert gets flustered or not- if he thinks your fucking with him, or if you're too vulgar with it, it just doesn't happen [which is.. unfortunately most of the time] ↓ sincere, actual wooing though? he melts. just like that. the care of it all
surprisingly though- possessiveness gets him too [not the- controlling, only talk to me ever kind- but the kind where it's clear there's a claim. Robert has never been anyone's anything before, not so officially, but he thinks he might like being the Z-Team's]
Flambae runs into him in the bathroom, and it's the first of the month- and it's not planned but he still owes the skinny man a punch, so why pass up this chance? ↓ He washes his hands first, obviously, he's not an animal. And he stalls a little bit, to catch Robert at the door, except.. fuck, what's taking this bitch so long? ↓ Flambae finally glances over, trying to make it innocuous and innocent, but- ↓ Robert is fucking bruised ↓ He's storming over before he's even fully processed it, burning amber eyes set on the nasty welt spanning the too skinny fuck's cheek. It's massive, and a dark mottled purple, and it stretches all the way down to his chin and a little above his eye and there are cuts on his opposite cheek ↓ Robert jumps when Flambae spins him around, hands instinctively going up to protect his head: "Anywhere else this month, Flambae-" "Fuck off- who the fuck hit you?" ↓ Flambae bats his hands away and grabs his face- large palms so so so impossibly gentle as he damn near cradles those sunken cheeks. His big doe eyes blink incredulously, torn between flinching away from the kinder touch and melting into it "You- do. Literally every month." ↓ The bulky man scowls, and Robert has to fight not to brace himself "I don't hit you this hard, bitch. Ever." ↓ And he doesn't. Robert knows he doesn't. He knows he's not punching with even a fraction of his real strength- because he's seen the man dent lockers and cars, and fuck knows what else. They're love taps, at this point. ↓ Flambae's grip shifts, from cradling to gently holding his chin- his thumb resting on his bottom lip as he carefully turns Robert's face back and forth. His other hand hovers, with gentle heat radiating off of it, over the bruise. "Why are you being so nice to me?" "If this is nice, you need to raise your standards." "Flambae." ↓ Robert gives him a meaningful look, hand coming up to brush against the wrist holding his chin. Again, the man scowls at him- eyes narrowing, searching. ↓ And then his thumb drags over Robert's lip, and he's leaning into his space to press their forehead together "I have a reason to hit you sometimes, Mecha Bitch. You took my fingers, you threw me in prison, you humiliated me... I should hate you. I have every reason to hate you..." ↓ The skinny man swallows, and Flambae barrels on before he can say anything "And yet..." ↓ He huffs out a laugh in between words "...and yet.. Robert. Your weak, little bitchass self... has become important to me. Or whatever." ↓ Robert's face flames red, and a shiver zips down his spine "So tell me who hit you, so I can go- what the fuck, are you blushing?" "No-" "You are-" "I am not-!"
Punch-Up, to the surprise of no one [i mean, he's dating Coupé] is an absolute gentleman ↓ The cold weather has been making their dispatcher grumpy, and though he always apologizes after unfairly snapping at them, it's obvious something deeper is going on. So, he does what he does whenever Coop gets crabby ↓ He gets booze, and a thicker sweater, and meets him at his desk [Robert doesn't strike him as the type to like a signed novel and a tart pastry- though, maybe? Punch-Up doesn't really know him all that well, now does he? next time] ↓ The skinny man's wringing out his hand by the time Colm gets there, a grimace on his face and his brows furrowed "Everything alright there, lad? You're shaking like a leaf." ↓ Robert immediately hides his hand away, on edge like a hunted animal, but he relaxes- minutely- when he realizes it's just the strongman "I'm fine, Punch, but- thanks for asking. Turns out it just gets cold when the uniform is a paper thin button down." ↓ Punch-Up takes the sardonic joke with a chuckle, and sets the glass bottle down to shake out the coat "Cheers to that, man. Doesn't bother me much anymore, but it was always unpleasent. All that cold.." ↓ He does a fake little shudder, accompanied with the noise, as he carefully adjusts the coat around Robert's shoulders before he can protest "Here, take this- I might be shorter, but I'm a good deal broader than your skinny arse, eh? Should fit." ↓ Colm pats his thigh, before unsubtly taking his hands next to rub some warmth back into them. Shite, they're practically frozen! He cups them, easily fitting the long fingers between his rough palms. And Robert twitches- "What're you-" ↓ The strongman then blows- his breath warm on the frozen digits- before he's leaning down to press princely kisses to the scarred knuckles. Punch-Up can't help but laugh with his belly when he catches sight of the man's face. "Look at you, lad! Red as rose. Between your face and the whiskey- and coat- you should be nice and warm for second shift, yeah?" "...mhm.." "Attaboy, Robbo."
aannnd this got VERY long, between these two charmers.. im gonna cut it here... -> but rest assured, I SHALL RETURN✨
part two: Malevola and Sonar✨ part three: Prism and Coupé✨
Flustering Robert, part 3✨ -> you can find part 2✨ right there! -> and part 1✨, right here
Coupé has wings now, under her armor. They're not physical things, they're not bone or blood, or marrow... they're nearly spectral. She can feel the weight of them all the same, when stripped of Red Ring tech ↓ It turns out shadows need to be preened too- actually physically and regularly preened. Coupé can't merely think them into shape ↓ And that's annoying, but like with all things, she gets good at it. Good at making her new feathers lay in pretty rows, good at sharpening the shed into deadly projectiles. But no matter how flexible she is, there's a spot she can never quite seem to reach on her own ↓ Colm usually helps her with it, but despite popular belief... they're not glued at the hip. Coupé elects to try and get to it on her own, in between first and second shift. She twists and stretches and tries to use her shadows, but that clump of feathers remains stubbornly out of order ↓ And it bothers her. ↓ Robert walks in on her struggling and pauses, debating edging right back out just in case his presence embarrasses her ↓ His chronic need to help™ syndrome wins out first though, and he's walking right back over- making sure his footsteps are loud enough to immediately alert the assassin to his presence "Hey, Coop. Everything.. okay?" ↓ Her answer is practically hissed: "Do I look okay, Robert?" "...fair enough. Do.." ↓ He rethinks his question "Would you like some help?" ↓ Coupé pauses, then looses a deep in her bones sigh- dragging her hands away from the appendages she was now permanently stuck with. "I suppose that would be... appreciated.." ↓ Robert nods, and slowly comes up behind her- keeping his movements telegraphed in a way that won't set her instincts on edge "Tell me what to do." ↓ And Coupé does. She gives him flawless and precise instructions, and Robert executes them perfectly- and soon her wings are back in pristine condition. Her dispatcher doesn't ask where the things came from, doesn't try to touch past what he's been allowed and the itch under Coupé skin is soothed ↓ Robert takes a step back when she turns around, meeting her searching stare evenly and openly. He doesn't flinch away from her hand, despite what they did to him back in that bar, when it lands on the side of his neck and strokes upwards. ↓ Her thumb catches his jaw, before it trails down to his chin- ever so slightly tipping it upwards "You are.. very good at listening." ↓ Quiet. ↓ Robert reels backwards once the words register, choking on an inhale as his ears burn ↓ Coupé merely watches him fumble back to the vending machine he came in for, missing the slot for his dollar three times before getting it to go in. Interesting..
Prism kidnaps him on his way home from work for a 'spa day'. Literally, she throws Robert over her shoulder as soon as he leaves the building and doesn't plan to let him leave until at least the next day ↓ She's been planning this all week, completing each and every mission she's assigned flawlessly and without complaint- just to soften him up for this exact moment. And he's light as a fucking feather, so it's not hard to catch him on the sidewalk and drag his skinny ass into a fireman carry. ↓ Chase picking up Beef- completely unbothered- is the only reason Prism doesn't get thrown to the ground on instinct "What the fffu-" "Your ass is mine for the night, Roberto! Lets go!" ↓ Alice waves to Chase, then starts walking- humming one of her own songs "Can I at least walk? Or are you gonna carry me the whole way?" "Hm? Oh, hahah, nah. You gotta be fucked up if you think I'm giving you a chance to run away." "Come on, Pr-" "Alice." "Alice. Surely you can tell that this is a little... embarrassing?" ↓ She shifts him into a bridal carry "Better?" ↓ Robert blinks at how easy it was for the pop star, before eventually settling into it with a sigh "...yeah." ↓ And just like that, Prism totes her catch all the way back to her house- impossibly triumphant as sets him on her couch "Stay here a sec, boo, I gotta get changed." ↓ He stays, feeling more than a little awkward in her space as he tucks his hands under his thighs. Unfortunately, it means he doesn't react in time to catch the bundle of clothes the pop star throws at his face. "Your turn." ↓ Robert doesn't put up much fuss- these clothes feel fucking heavenly on the constant burn and tightness of his scars, and they're blue, so he doesn't really have any complaints. Aside from.. maybe being forced here against his will. But even that's not too out of the norm for this team ↓ From there, it's just a bunch of self care things- hero gossip, face masks, snacks, and painting each other's nails. Prism makes him paint hers, and talks him through how- keeping her voice soft and coaxing even as Robert's hands shake [being electrocuted fucks a person up, and his diet doesn't help either] ↓ Alice posts a pic of their nails, sans their faces at Robert's request, on her socials ↓ When all is said is done, they watch a movie to end the night. Alice has her dispatcher on her bed, intent on getting some good cuddling in, but he's a respectful motherfucker "Mr. Dispatcher, I did not kidnap your ass, just for you to leave room for jesus- get over here." ↓ She tugs him into her side, wrapping her arms tight around his middle and shoving her ear over his chest. "...I think this is the angriest I've ever been cuddled.." ↓ Alice doesn't respond much past sticking her tongue out at him. After all, she's far more focused on how his heart is racing
