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  1. Rec 27

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    “Please don’t burn down my balcony,” Robert mutters. “It’s the only reason I rented this place.”

    “So you could drink away your sorrows and topple over the railing like a sad frat boy at his first party?” Flambae retorts. “If you really wanted that experience, I could’ve dragged your sorry ass to the clubs. Or thrown you over myself.”

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    Robert has a bad night and intends to drink his thoughts and feelings away. Unlucky (or lucky) for him, Flambae stops by to check in on him.

    [Title taken from "Weapon" by The Boxer Rebellion!]

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    28 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 74

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    In which, those fuckass crustaceans are a bilingual's worst nightmare

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    28 Feb 2026

  3. Rec 47

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    Robert wants to sink his teeth into Flambae... and voices such a thought on one sunny afternoon break.

    It's too bad he forgot what connotation his teeth carry.

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    28 Feb 2026

  4. Rec *

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    An invasive failsafe installed into the suit by his father ends up leaving Robert with a lasting spine injury.

    Forcing Robert to confront the disregard he has for his own wellbeing as well as challenge his own views of his father.

    There's also Flambert.

    Tw : needles, mecha body horror and stuff

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    28 Feb 2026

  5. Rec *

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    Post canon fic about Robert managing to convince everyone on the Z-Team he’s a Beta until they catch him red handed.

    “This is fucking stupid.” He says, aggravated.

    “No it fucking ain’t you suicidal prick.” Chase snaps back at him. The older man is definitely angrier than he’d been a few hours ago, far more irritated compared to when he’d first shown up at Roberts crumbling apartment unannounced.

    “Yes it fucking is!” He snaps right back. “I don’t need to be doing this.”

    “Robert please, it’s not going to fucking kill you.” Chase amps up again, they’d been going back and forth for the last 2 and a half hours. Doing the same spiel for every piece of cloth Robert picked from the big, corporate bag of nesting shit sent to him by SDN.

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    26 Feb 2026