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                         Hi. I’m Matt. I’m a Radar Technician.
Independent Multi-Fandom Multi-Muse featuring a very serious portrayal of Matt the Radar Technician. 
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techniiciian · 7 months
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welcome, new followers, to the silly goofy matt the radar technician blog of nonsense: a dopey rp blog with 100 mouse droids equipped with tasers.
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sonsofsith · 2 years
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Sons of Sith MC
adcu outlaw biker!au rp in collaboration with @themcsprincess​ 
Paring: Matt (the Radar Technician) x Kacey Barber (OFC)
featuring characters: Jack Gladney, Kylo (Ren) Gladney, Ben (Solo) Gladney, Charlie Barber
Summary
Boy meets girl. Boy gets separated from girl. Boy and girl find each other again years later just to find how closely their opposite worlds are intertwined. 
18+ | cw: outlaw!au, corrupt politicians, explicit sexual content, weapons including firearms
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jynzandtonic · 3 years
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I did something.
I couldn’t resist.
Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone very special to me:
@mattorganasolo​
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mattorganasolo · 3 years
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Matt kept mostly to himself at work. Only speaking to a select few people that he seemed to deem worthy of putting in the effort to interact with, he responded to most other people that approached him with an eye roll and as snarky a response as he could manage.
Thankfully, it seemed that I had been deemed one of the worthy. He'd been a little warmer toward me ever since the afternoon we spent an entire lunch hour debating whether including an actual dragon fight in a short campaign is really worth the effort. After a few days of pretending that I didn't exist, he started nodding at me in the hall. Once last week, I could have sworn that he smiled when I asked him how Greg was doing.
On Friday morning, Matt stood in front of the break room refrigerator. "Hey Matty?" I asked, a little more chipper than usual, even for me. "Can I get in there, or are you still looking for the hidden doorway to Narnia?"
There’s not much to smile about on Starkiller Base. It’s really not my fault most of my coworkers are total jerkfaces or idiots. 
What? Am I supposed to be Mr. Congeniality or some shit? Come on. I go to work, cranks some wrenches, gets shredded at the gym, then I get to go home to Greg, play some video games, and crank one off. Why overcomplicate things?
However, one coworker had caught my attention. A fair maiden. Dragon Girl. She was mouthing off some crazy shit about D&D in the lunchroom and she had totally bangin’ tits. Even asked about Greg. She seemed legit.
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“Narnia?” Matt whips his head around. “No,” he snarls. “I’m looking for my fuckin’ GoGurt. Some fucking fuck keeps stealing it.”
“I’m terribly sorry for your loss?” you say, uncertain why a tube of shitty children’s yogurt would be such a hot commodity.
“Thanks,” Matt barks. “It was one of the blue and purple swirly ones, too. Total horseshit.” He takes a breath, loosening his scowl. “Anyway. Sup, Dragon Girl.”
“Sup,” you laugh. “You know, if you really want your GoGurt, we could always just... go to the store and grab some?”
“Yeah?”
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solotriplets · 4 years
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Do you boys have any crazy ER stories??
“We had to bring Ben to the ER so often in college that they almost started an investigation.”
“It’s not my fault I’m curious by nature and chaotic by definition.”
“Is that what you told them when you had that cucumber stuck up your ass?”
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matthewlight · 2 years
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Confession
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“Matt! You’ve got a friend here to see you!”
Friend?
Of course, Matthew Light had a plethora of acquaintances and people who considered him their friend; people he sought out to keep up public appearances with on the rare occasion that he wasn’t holed up in his room studying or casting judgments and filling up pages of the Death Note. However, none of them ever came to his home and he preferred it that way-- for people to stay out of his personal space. Needless to say, his alarm bells were already going off at his father’s announcement.
“Said something about a notebook,” Detective Jack Light rumbles as an afterthought.
Notebook? Could it be?
The God of Death who was attached to Matt’s notebook shifts to his side on the bed as he grabs an apple out of the bowl on the nightstand. He crunches into the crisp fruit, allowing the addicting juices to flow over his tongue.
“A notebook, hmm?” Kylo hums thoughtfully around his bite, echoing Matt's own sentiments.
The young god carefully places the Death Note into his elaborate hiding spot. He secures the false bottom of the drawer and reassembles his pen before giving his room one last glance-over to ensure nothing is out of place. Satisfied that there is no evidence out in the open to find, Matt makes his way down the stairs and to the front door of his home. What he finds waiting for him is someone whom even he never would have surmised.
He steps out onto the front porch and closes the door behind him, giving himself and his guest some privacy. A quiet moment passes between the two strangers as they size one another up. Of all the things Matt was expecting, this girl certainly was not it; her double blonde ponytails and baby face gave her a halo of innocence while her tight low-cut black dress accompanied with red lipstick and nail polish screamed of anything but.
Her sapphire eyes widen in astonishment as her mouth gapes open at his mere presence. This wasn’t something new to Matt-- girls from school practically threw themselves at him and to say he was typically unimpressed is a severe understatement. Though the girl in front of him is more physically attractive to him than most of the bimbos he has to deal with on a daily basis he can’t help but feel a surge of annoyance at her gawking. He clears his throat and leans against the doorframe, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. Matt’s eyebrow shoots up expectantly when her eyes meet his and she finally takes the cue to speak.
“U-uhm, pleased to meet you. I’m Misa Amane. I thought that you might be worried about the message in the media and I couldn’t wait any longer to meet you. I brought this as a show of good faith.”
Misa pulls a familiar black notebook from her purse and presents it to Matt with her head bowed.
A Death Note!
Matt takes a step forward, removing one of his hands from his pocket, and touches the corner of the notebook, the soft black leather familiar under his fingertips. Behind the girl, an apparition comes into view-- a towering figure dressed in all black, the clothing dusty and ratty in some places; black shaggy hair frames a face that has likely seen better days, covered from brow to mouth in various cuts and scars; finally, the part that captures Matt’s attention the most are the expansive black wings tucked together behind the creature, not dissimilar to the pair that Kylo sports.
A Shinigami! She is the fake Kira.
“Come on in,” Matt invites.
He opens the front door and pushes the heavy wood open, waving her inside.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” the girl asks.
“Yes, I’m sure. Mother, Misa came all this way to return my notebook, so we’re going to study together for a while before she has to head back home. Would you please bring us some drinks and brain food?”
“Absolutely!” the middle-aged woman delights, thrilled that her son has a guest for once, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Misa dear.”
Mrs. Light takes her leave in the direction of the kitchen while Jack sidles up next to his son and eyes the young woman.
“Just up the stairs, Misa,” Matt instructs.
Before he can follow, Jack gently tugs on Matt’s arm, halting him in place.
“Since when do you have guests, let alone a girl over?”
“Don’t act so surprised, Dad. I told you that I was looking for a girlfriend,” Matt says dismissively, wishing that his detective father would just leave well enough alone.
With a grunt, Jack releases him and watches his son disappear up the steps leading to the second floor.
Matt leads the petite blonde into his bedroom, shutting and flipping the lock of the door behind him. Rolling the computer chair out from his desk, he centers it in the room, swiveling the back around and gestures to the cushion.
“Have a seat,” he orders.
“Thank you,” the young women mewls softly.
The soles of her shoes click on the hardwood floor as she walks across the room and sits where she is instructed to. Matt crosses the room and sits on the end of his bed directly in front of her. Silence once again passes between the two of them as he watches her coldly, eyes passing from the top of her head, following the paths of her long black lace gloves and matching thigh-high stockings, ending with her glossy platform boots. He was still having a hard time believing that this timid girl was the fake Kira.
“How did you find me?” he clips.
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cornmousequeen · 3 years
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@stranglermatt saw this gif and thought of you...
@leatherboundriot 
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glassbxttless · 3 years
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solo boys- how would you rank yourselves from most dominant to most submissive?
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I wouldn’t say any of us are really “submissive”, but Matt is definitely the most dominant, in a sense. Ben’s up there close with Matt, I think.
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Matt literally will not let any woman dominate him in bed and that’s something everyone’s learned to deal with. Doesn’t even let anyone assume he’s a sub. Randy hardly ever gets laid so I’m sure he’d do whatever is asked of him. You can find out where I fall, if you want (;
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Randy’s definitely a subby little bitch— since my hearing is far too good, I can for one say that Ben is sorta a dom buuut is easily persuaded.
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amadwomanrambles · 3 years
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Man, I miss this shit...
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techniiciian · 7 days
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welcome, new followers, to the silly goofy matt the radar technician blog of nonsense: a dopey rp blog with 100 mouse droids equipped with tasers.
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Matt pushed the remainder of his food around the tray unwilling to finish it but currently unwilling to throw it away. He would have to do it soon amd then exit the mess but he chose to put it off a little longer. It hadn't been assigned to the ship longer than a week still he found his presence unwelemed for reasons unknown to him. He didn't expect a welcoming environment but he also didn't expect this. It was almost as if there was something about him people didn't like. He Begrudgingly took one more bite before pushing away from the tabel. Food disposed of and tray returned Matt made his way back to his quarters for the night.
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jynzandtonic · 3 years
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Omg fat pussy fan club. Out of the boys who is part of the club and who is the president ? Love you 🥺
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We’re all members of the Fat Pussy Fan Club. And bitch I’m not the president of the club I’m the SUPREME LEADER 
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mattorganasolo · 3 years
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suck my dick, nerd
What are you gonna do, choke me, you fuckin’ freak? I bet you get off on that shit anyway...
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solotriplets · 4 years
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3 things I want to know about the boys: biggest pet peeve; favorite place in the world; one fear
Biggest pet peeve
“People chewing with their mouths open”
“Oh my god, yeah, can’t stand it”
“I agree”
Favorite place in the world
“Favorite place in the world? Home, I could stay home forever. I’ve got my video games, my DVD collection, and snacks in the fridge – where else want I need to be?”
“If I don’t go to Yogurtland at least once a week I think I’ll die.”
“Ideally on the road somewhere. Also the county fair. I fucking love the county fair.”
“Oh shit can I change my answer also to the county fair?”
One fear
“The thought that one day I will be long forgotten, and that someone, somewhere will be saying my name for the last time, thinking about me for the last time, and I will fade into obscurity forever.
“………Hey bud…you doin’ okay?”
“He’s fine he’s just mad because the barista at starbucks spelled his name wrong”
“I mean really how do you misspell BEN??”
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sand-mouse · 4 years
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So, I need this in my life. Can...someone write him with me? Like legit, this would be so damn cute. This would also make Laura feel a million times better. 
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