Dipp the Mudkip

"My ass is not in question. Nobody doubts this ass. My ass is perfection." This is a mess of a multifandom blog. Apologies in advance.

[peachiefilms]

my wrist started hurting again so i gave up halfway urghhh

but yea the point of this is that i feel like robert never found any joy being mechaman but he finally does when he meets the z-team 😋 does that make sense ? idk i just want him to be happy for once LMAO

[s0rinarl]

These blue and red pairings I swear

[mechabert]

Chad: BOB BOB THIS ONE’S FOR YOU!! *misses*

[flamberttext]

[c--crow]

guy who says "thanks, i really needed that" after giving you a blowjob

[doctormur]

I couldn’t resist and took this post as reference))

So, Dispatch Fanart #14 X))

Robert “People-Don't-Think-When-I-Blow-Them” Robertson, ladies and gentlemen 😈

[masonxashxx]

The Siren's Call

Chad looked over the menu.

It was a new restaurant in Long Beach, nearby the Aquarium of the Pacific.

Siren Cove.

It featured large aquariums throughout — saltwater fish of every color and size swimming in slow, hypnotic circuits. The water cast swaying lines of reflected light across the venue, which was kept dim aside from moody accent lighting meant to emulate a cove.

He was seated in a large booth next to the biggest tank in the middle of the restaurant. It was a tube, and the fish swarmed in circles and schools, around and around and around. Chad wondered if they ever got bored.

Alice was seated next to him. The rest of the Z-team filled out the booth, with the overflow claimed by the table beside them.

It was Chad's birthday.

He couldn't focus on the menu. He wasn’t hungry.

"I can't believe Mecha Bitch got called into work," Chad said.

"Don't be too hard on him, Bae." Alice leaned on her hand. "I bet he feels like shit for it."

"He fucking better." Chad sighed. Then he steeled himself. The team had taken him out for his birthday. He wasn't going to be a fucking sourpuss over something Robert couldn't control.

The waitress — dressed as a pirate — came by and took their orders while they all caught up on the calls that had happened that day.

The lights around the cove began to shift. Moodier. Darker. Then the music changed, something more adventurous swelling up, an eerie chorus of voices rising beyond the notes.

The restaurant murmured around them as the lights dropped even lower. The sounds of crashing waves and a thunderstorm rolled through the speakers.

This is some Rainforest Cafe bullshit. Chad smirked to himself and sipped his drink.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice called over the intercom. "The siren song comes for us all. Can you resist the call?"

Chad looked at the tanks around the room. One by one, mermaid performers dropped into them, drifting down through the water, the shifting light catching eerily on their faces. The tails looked real enough, and they had prosthetic scales framing their faces and strategic scale-like pasties keeping them from being fully topless.

Several Z-team members looked around. Victor couldn't keep his mouth closed. Herm curled further into himself as a mermaid waved to him from across the room.

The rest stared at Chad expectantly. A few with their phones pointed at him to record.

"What?" he asked over his cocktail.

Malevola tilted her head to the side.

Chad looked at the tank next to him.

He choked on his drink.

It was Robert. Blue tail, blue scales framing his face, naked from the waist up. Hollywood-quality fins adhered to his forearms, mermaid-like ears at the sides of his head. He smiled devilishly at Chad, canines glinting — deep-blue lined eyes dark and dangerous even through the glass.

He was a fuckin' siren. For his birthday.

Chad's face broke into a grin. He laughed, a little nervously. "What the fuck, Bob Bob."

The team laughed. Alice pulled him into a tight hug. "Happy birthday, Bae."

Chad couldn't drag his eyes away as Robert winked at him and pushed off the glass, languidly flipping through the water, bubbles trailing behind him. Chad was transfixed, drink still held halfway to his mouth.

Alice took it from his hand and set it back on the table.

"What’d you think? You forgive him?"

Chad said nothing.

He watched his muscles ripple as he moved. The economy of Robert’s body normally used for fighting was now for something soft and graceful.

The scars caught the light the way the tank walls did. Refracted. Shifting. Made into something else. In here they looked like tide marks. Like he'd been shaped by water instead of violence.

He was the only merman among the performers, and the extra attention showed. More people had their heads turned to his tank, eyes tracking him as he moved. Chad noticed. He didn't love it. 

Robert blew a kiss at him. Several patrons laughed and whistled.

Chad wanted to climb to the top of the tank, reach in and drag him out and back to their bed.

But Chad would behave. He had to.

Robert continued swimming around the tank, visiting the other surrounding tables. Occasionally he dipped down to breathe from the air tube, then surfaced again and blew bubbles. A gaggle of women hollered and whooped as he did so. A few had their phones out, and Chad had to consciously quell the heat rising in his hands.

Robert made his way back to Chad and stayed, pressing his palm flat against the glass — webbed, Chad noticed. Chad pressed his own hand against it and heard a few laughs around them.

He didn't care.

Robert leaned down, still holding Chad's gaze, and produced a small board from behind a boulder with writing on it.

Happy birthday, Bitch!

Chad laughed.

He wondered if they could steal the tail from the venue after.

[s0rinarl]

flambert coursing through my veins rn

was this just an excuse to draw myself holding beef? yes. yes it is.

(also copied this idea from this post hehe)

[jaythebreadowl]

[erlinblake]

Early morning 💛

[appei]

😐😐😐

🔞 Full version on my Patreon

[ririarts]

Freak4freak or domestic bliss, I love all flavors of them.

[erlinblake]

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These two have been stuck in my brain since the game came out, I'm genuinely confused how I've never drawn a full illustration of them till now 💀💀💀💀

[iridescentaesti]

🥰

[miranhas-art]

I has been a long way and now the movie is here

[eggdrawsthings]

The Nikto called the kid a “fledgling Jedi”, saying Din had no idea what he could “do”. The Armorer also called the Jedi “sorcerers” and though Din doesn’t know anything about sorcery, he does know there’s something magical about the kid’s hugs. Something powerful. They have the power to erase bad dreams and painful conversations. They have the power to heal hurts and pains and age-old loneliness. They have the power to make Din laugh like he is now.  If that isn’t magic, Din doesn’t know what else is.

Dream Child by @muchadoloo

[miranhas-art]

Ploppy Pluppy

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[stealingpotatoes]

Grogu in a tiny poncho is the cutest thing ever! (well, also Merrical and Kanera but you know what I mean)

din djarin definitely wrote the first sentence of this ask

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