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au where robert gets amnesia from the fall, forgetting everything about his life up until the point he wakes up in the hospital from his coma. with chase's help, he starts trying to get his life back in order and hopefully get his memories back in the process... though robert is starting to think maybe that isn't such a good idea. and unfortunately, just because robert has forgotten his life, doesn't mean everyone else has, or that all of the heroes problems have disappeared.
an amnesiac!robert + flambert au thats been floating around my head for a little bit now. i don't know if i'll be writing out tons for this, but i wanted to share regardless. i don't entirely know how everything would work out, especially the part that pertains to like the actual shroud + red ring side of stuff, but eh i can figure that out later.
also i'm by no means an expert so take this all with a grain of salt and perhaps a generous pinch of suspension of disbelief. but while i don't touch on it here, i basically think robert is dealing with dissociative amnesia. like he's been stewing in so much stress and hurt and pain for so long that when this happened his brain has just cut him off from his past memories. that and possibly a mini-combo with like post-traumatic amnesia, from just the fall itself, especially given the fact he took so much physical damage.
i have a few more lil bites i'd like to share but i gotta finish writing them up, so tentatively consider this a part one. in the meantime have basically the build up to the first shift in game~
-> my dispatch au's
he frowned a little, looking no less confused as the old man before him struck a running pose at the foot of the hospital bed. keep up, he'd said, like it should mean something. “i'm sorry, but i really don't know who you are… should i?”
the man's face fell, slightly, his shoulders slumping as he turned to face him again. “robert, it's me… chase.”
he thought for a moment, but his mind conjured nothing— not a face, not a name, not even really a feeling. slowly, he shook his head. “i'm sorry, i don't remember…”
“it's—” the man breathed, voice choked, before he offered a sad smile. “it's okay, robert.”
over the last month, he had learned many things, including but not limited to:
his name was robert robertson … the third;
he had been in a coma for nearly three months, and upon waking among his injuries apparently included amnesia;
he was not only a superhero, but a rather famous one in southern california: mecha man, and had been for the last 15 years;
the other two robert robertson's had also been mecha man before him;
he had a dog: a rotund chihuahua named ‘beef’, and while he didn't remember the dog, it was love at first sight (which he imagined probably happened the first time too);
he was a well respected hero among most, regular citizens who he didn't know and other heroes held vigils for him while he was in a coma;
his emergency contact, despite not having spoken to him for nearly all of those 15 years, was a really old man named chase (who was supposedly only 39) and was his baby sitter when he was a kid;
he lived in a studio apartment, barren save for dog supplies and tools for repairing the mecha man suit.
“fancy whiskey?” robert asked of the bartender, easing himself onto the bar stool. the large man nodded, and he finished pouring a pint and pushing it to a patron; before he turned to get robert's drink. the bar was lovely but not overly crowded; mostly full of people in brightly colored outfits, most with masks. chase had said the place was a hero bar, recommending there when robert had asked for a place he could go get a drink. he just needed to clear his head that night.
above the bar, a tv flickered to a recap of the earlier news:
today, the southland says goodbye to a beloved hero: mecha man. the latest pilot of the legacy, was blown out of the sky in an explosion a little over four months ago; and while many had hoped he would wake from his coma— a representative at a press conference this morning reported that he had passed away. at this time, there is no word if there is another person to continue the legac—
“hey~” an accented voice broke through robert's thoughts, his drink halfway to his lips. he looked to the origin of the voice and finding a very tall, well built man in the single most revealing super suit robert had seen. flames decorated over his arms and legs, dark hair in a ponytail, sunglasses pushed on top of his head.
he was very easy on the eyes.
“hey~” robert chirped back, turning on the stool to better face the man who was leaning against the bar.
they left the bar together.
robert had no intentions of going out and picking anyone up (or being picked up, in this case); but the man was — well robert didn’t actually know if he had a ‘type’, and if he did what it was — but considering he instantly found this man attractive? then perhaps his type included someone like him.
he moaned as he was pinned against a wall, held up so easily by the man’s super strength. robert’s legs wrapped around a sinfully trim waist, arms around his impossibly broad shoulders; as their mouths clashed together.
robert didn’t even know if he’d slept with another guy before, or what his preferences were. but the other man seemed more than fine to lead the way, and robert happily followed.
robert got his number before he left the apartment; and while he didn’t know if chad was serious about wanting to text, robert was more than happy too.
they end up texting. a lot. chad was easy to talk to, funny, and certainly had his quirks but robert found them endearing.
he confessed to the amnesia pretty quickly. mostly because in trying to get to know each other, robert didn’t really know what to tell him because he didn’t know anything about himself. he was discovering things for the first time all over again — he didn’t know if they were even the same preferences as before. chad had been doubtful, at first, and robert didn’t blame him. it’s not like it was a regular occurrence, and most was very temporary or only for a short blip of time — not their entire lives, their entire identities. robert had ended up taking a pic of his discharge paperwork, blacking out all the important info but showed the diagnosis and showed him.
chad was surprisingly thoughtful about it all; which relieved robert, since he’d been worried about scaring the guy off with that bombshell of info.
chad: well maybe i can help you discover more things you like~?
robert: i would like that
though, chad was still chad and he apparently liked to tease the guys he was flirting with. but robert found he liked it, even if he got flustered from it often.
chad: omg so like if you think about it
in a way i kinda took your virginity
robert: really, chad?
chad: 😏
“you’re really hitting it off with this guy,” chase said, about two days into their texting spree. robert flushed slightly.
“yeah, i kinda am. it’s… nice,” robert admitted with a little shrug.
chase had no idea robert had been into guys, but then again he hadn’t exactly been able to keep in contact with him in so long. hell, for all chase knew, robert was just gay. it was a small regret, but one that had been put into the ever-growing pile of guilt that had been growing over the better part of two decades.
chase knew he should have tried harder to stay in contact. what had been wanting to give robert space to grieve had turned into a nearly fifteen-year hiatus on their friendship. which that was bad enough, but it also meant chase couldn’t exactly help him fill in the gaps in his memory for the last fifteen years and could only account for bits and pieces of his childhood.
chase worked for a place called the superhero dispatch network, as a manager for the week day-shift dispatchers. he’d brought it up with his boss, and with her approval, he’d suggested robert apply as a dispatcher at his branch. “i dunno, i thought perhaps— this is the sort of thing you would probably be pretty good at, you have good instincts. but i thought it might also be a good way to help jog some of your memories,” chase admitted at the time.
robert appreciated how hard chase was trying to help him remember, even if robert wasn’t entirely sure that was a great idea. everything he had learned about his life before the coma was just— sad. robert didn’t seem to have any real friends, nothing that wasn’t fairly shallow at least; and his dog owned more things than he did. he’d had a literal fortune and had made chunks of money throughout the years, and that was almost entirely gone. all of it going to shitty studio apartments, a storage unit, and a now-busted mech…
robert liked the idea of helping people, sure. but now looking into his life from the outside, he couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been worth it…
“and don’t worry about blazer knowing your identity. she’s a good egg, and she’s under one of the tightest NDA’s i’ve seen in a long damn time,” chase said. “and remember: as far as the world is concerned, mecha man, is dead. so don’t go telling any—”
“i know, chase,” robert sighed, but smiled fondly. “i promise, i won’t tell anyone. now can we go, so i’m not late for my interview?”
chase chuckled. “yeah yeah, we’re going.”
robert: i start my new job on monday ☺️ wish me luck!
chad: good luck, freckles~😘
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"exercise will give you more energy" gets said a lot as a common piece of health advice but I think it needs to be expanded into "exercising will make you tired while you do it, and you will continue to be tired immediately afterwards, sometimes even the next day too, but over months of consistent exercise, your muscles will get stronger and therefore get less tired out by everyday activities, making you feel like day-to-day life takes less physical energy than it used to"
I don't think people who come from wattpad after the purge and now want ao3 to have its own official app understand that one of the main reasons behind the recent wattpad purge that drove them to ao3 was due to pressure from appstore demanding wattpad to be more strict and follow appstore's policy. wattpad complied in order for its app to be able to remain on appstore. thus the wattpad purge.
ao3 doesn't have an app because for it to have an app, appstore will have to approve it first. and if, hypothetically, ao3 needs appstore to approve it, it will also have to abide by appstore's pro-censorship stance and start banning dark and taboo fics, which is against its own core principle of being completely against censorship.
ao3 doesn't need an app. it works more than fine without an app. the reason ao3 can allow dark and taboo fics, the reason it can allow the most disgusting and shockingly vile fics, and be completely against censorship is because it doesn't need appstore's approval. it stands on its own as a non-profit organization with functioning site and a team of lawyers protecting its platform, its users, and every single fanwork on its platform.
everybody say thank you ao3
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Doug Jones and Danny DeVito in a buddy comedy about a couple of elderly former henchmen unwillingly dragged out of retirement for one last caper. There's a running gag where they claim to be the original duo that the "one of them is short and fat and the other is tall and thin" trope is based on.
Playing against the trope's conventions (but to the actors' respective strengths), DeVito's character is the talkative one while Jones' character hardly says a word. The former argues that popular media always has it the other way 'round due to prejudice against short people.
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Hmm…i was thinking of a classic burglar and detective au for Flambert but…i wanna switch it.
Yeah, i know, Robert would be an absolute great detective but I’m thinking of a different au where he’s robbing museums of the weirdest items. It confuses both the public and the police force, they’re not sure why exactly he’s getting these items.
Flambae, intimately known as Chad, used to be a criminal and is a recent addition to the detective force. With his connections, he has a relatively keen eye for what a criminals next move will be.
Mecha Man, however, leaves him stumped. Mecha Man has been named by the public because all the parts he steals from museums? Mechanical, in some way. Like those historical museums that show off old inventions? Yeah, he’s stealing stuff like that.
What the police force have noticed but failed to take into consideration is who owns these museums. Shroud.
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it's been a while since I managed to finish a more polished illustration with more thought put into it,, quite happy with it!! this is partially just a Robert drawing, partially a piece fitting into my main fic idea that's been in my mind :]
I drew one piece for it previously if you'd like to see it, but CW for body horror and gore (partially mechanical)! [here]
