I thought I might as well give this intro stuff a go and make one myself!🤭🫵
Welcome to my little art corner!
I am posting about my art and fanfics here and I love to have y‘all here!
I am currently into:
Dispatch (Flambert❤️✨)
Marvel
House of Ashes
About me!
I go by Droggel, Droggi or Salty
My Pronoun is she/her
I am 28 years old with knees and back pains that rival those of Robert Robertson the 3rd (or an 80 year old 😂)
I love sharing my art and fics and love to look at pretty art~
I have an obsession with frogs 🐸
I have two cats named Mika and Gaara
I‘m a lucky gal that is together with an amazing woman that I love to bits! 🫵🙂↕️❤️
Things I would like y‘all to know:
My art is free from AI and I would like for it to stay this way.
Means: DO NOT use it with AI in any way!
You are free to reblog, use it as pfp, for fanfics or anything like it, as long as you credit and link to my original post I am a-okay and would love to see what you guys come up with! ✨🔥
I hope you all have a wonderful day!!
Digital/ traditionell Artist 🦋🐸
28 year old with bad knees 🫠
Very into Dispatch atm 🤖❤️🔥
Just a little art dump ✍️/ German & English/ 28/ Bad knees lol 🫠/ Flambert my beloved 🤖❤️🔥
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Robert tossed his bag under the desk and sat down. Beef excitedly bounded around his feet, knocking into something crinkling under the desk. Beef dragged a gift bag out from underneath, his stubby legs struggling with the weight.
Robert looked down and saw the rainbow-patterned bag with red tissue paper sticking out of it. Beef promptly bit a piece of the thin paper and shook it around.
"Woah, boy." Robert got the piece out of his mouth, now stained a little pink. "What the hell is this."
He lifted the bag onto the desk. He grabbed the small tag on the side and saw it was empty. He looked inside and found a giant box of Twinkies and a card.
He opened the card. It was a crude drawing of him and Beef.
"Happy Birthday, Bob bob." was all it said. Robert smiled a bit. Cautiously. That was Chad's nickname for him.
After ensuring the bag wasn't rigged to explode or something, Robert sat down and got his systems booted up and logged in.
"Hey team, happy Friday," he greeted, adjusting his seat a bit and then his headset mic.
"Yo bitch-bert, did you get your gift?" Chad said over comms. The rest of the team was oddly quiet.
"Not my birthday, but thanks," Robert said. "Very sweet. Literally sweet. I guess."
The comms erupted into snickering and laughter.
"Okay, that's not suspicious at all," Robert said. "Did you guys poison them or something?"
"What do you mean it's not your birthday," Chad seethed. "It's on your fucking Instagram or whatever."
"The one I made last month? That's a fake birthday for privacy reasons," Robert said, smirking a bit. How cute.
"Bitch, fuck you." Chad sighed, as if he heard him.
"Ha, I fucking told you," Visi said.
"What's going on, guys? We don't have time for this today." Robert pulled up a call. "There's a couple of events in town that need extra security, so it's going to be busier than usual."
"Nothing, Robbie," Victor said, so Robert was definitely going to worry. "Just speculations amongst colleagues."
"That's great, Sonar. I need you to speculate over to Fifth Street to cover the opening of the new store. They're expecting some thieves."
"You bet I'll be speculating all over that store. They have the newest edition of—"
"Fantastic. Don't care." Robert opened another call. "Visi, I need you to go find a runaway teenager last seen in the park on Grant."
"Why me?" Visi huffed.
"You're short and not-scary compared to everyone else on the team."
"Send Punch Up," Visi groaned.
"Aye, fuck off," Colm said.
"Fine, send Waterboy then," Visi said.
"Waterboy is needed for a different call."
"Really—For real—what—" Herm sputtered.
"I have a series of pit fires left smoking on the beach that could use hosing down for safety. The fire department has bigger fires to put out downtown. Can you handle that?"
"Yes—sure."
"Cool," Robert said. "Speaking of fires—"
"It wasn't me."
"I know, Flambae. The fire department could use your help downtown. You can show the firefighters that you know how to control fire and the flame."
"Fine," Chad said. "Watch me come back with a bunch of numbers."
"Numbers?" Robert asked. Flat.
"Phone numbers," Chad sniffed. "Unlike you, they're actually my type."
"Says the guy that bought me a giant pack of Twinkies for my fake birthday." Robert smirked. "Sure thing."
He heard Chad bluster as the team laughed over comms.
"That was for a bet." Chad said.
"Fuck," Victor said. "You're not supposed to actually tell him."
Robert felt a small sliver of disappointment slip into his chest. "You guys were taking bets on when my birthday was?"
"Yeah," Malevola said. "You don't tell us anything, so we thought we'd make it a game, you know? I was going to get you a gift next week on the date from your Twitter."
"And I was going with what was in your email contact," Victor said. "We made it a bet to guess which date was real."
"I would've told you guys if you asked," Robert said, hovering his mouse over the call alert by the docks, watching the timer run down.
"We did ask," Janelle said. "We asked two months ago and you said it did not matter and then changed the subject."
"I don't remember that." Robert rubbed his eyes and pinched his nose. "Wait, was I drunk?"
The comms were silent.
"When is your birthday?" Chad asked. "For real." Something in his tone.
Robert cleared his throat. Clicked on the call alert before the last second timed out.
"Mal, Prism and Golem, I got a cult of Chaa'd problem with your names on it."
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No one brought it up again.
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It was late. The shift ran long, and Robert spent a lot of time catching up on paperwork. Chase had taken Beef back to his place.
He felt a warmth behind him.
"It was yesterday." Chad's voice.
Robert didn't turn around. "What was yesterday?"
"Your birthday."
Robert turned in his chair to look at him. "What makes you think that?"
"You were extra mopey. You kept looking at the upper right of your screen when I walked past. The date and time."
Robert looked at his screen for a second. Chad was right. Upper right-hand corner was the date and time.
"Could've been a bad anniversary," Robert said. "You don't know."
"Only you would think of your birthday as a bad anniversary, Robbo." Chad leaned against his desk, looking down at him.
"Are you mad you wasted—" Robert made a show of looking into the gift bag and lifting the box of Twinkies, the price tag on the bottom. "Mmm—twenty-six dollars? On the birthday bet?"
"Depends. Am I right?" Chad shifted closer. Robert dropped his eyes from Chad's face down to the bare collarbone, the chest hair over his pecs. The abs. Then down to the edge of his suit's plunging neckline. Fuck, his muscles looked even better in the low light of the bullpen. "Was your real birthday yesterday?"
Robert looked back up. Chad smirked as he caught him.
"Yes. It was yesterday." Robert shrugged. "You were right. Hooray."
"The bet was for a hundred dollars," Chad said.
"So my fake birthday cost you a hundred and twenty-six dollars," Robert said. "How awful."
"Terrible. So what does it get me." His eyes dropped down Robert's body. Slow. Intentional.
Robert swallowed. "What?"
Chad looked around. Brief. Then he pulled his suit down. Just enough. Robert followed the happy trail down to the base of his flushed cock. "What does a hundred and twenty-six dollars get me, Robert?"
"I thought I wasn't your type," Robert said, his mouth salivating despite his mind screaming about possible cameras. The possibility of getting walked in on by custodial.
And what if Chad was just fucking with him?
Chad said nothing. Instead he sat on the desk and dragged Robert's chair in front of him. Chad only had to pull his suit down all the way, and Robert only had to lean down slightly to take him into his mouth.
Neither of them moved. Not yet.
Chad looked around again. So did Robert. They were in the dead zone of the cameras. There were no sounds of custodial coming around.
Robert looked back at Chad. And to his surprise Chad placed a hand against his face. Robert's eyes dropped to his mouth, and Chad took it as permission as he tilted forward. Robert moved up from his chair to meet Chad bending down. Their lips crashed. Robert took in the smokey taste of him. The kiss deepened, their tongues sliding hot, breaths stolen from each other as their hands tangled and grasped and pulled at fabric.
Chad's suit was pooled at his waist, his chest bare. Robert's shirt was undone to the bottom two buttons and falling over his shoulders. Robert was standing now, between Chad's legs, and they kept kissing and grasping at bare skin, trying to get closer, stay closer. Chad's heat enveloping. Robert's cool fingers dragging across his chest and back.
They made quiet, breathy sounds. Trying to be subtle, failing.
Finally they couldn't take it anymore. Chad slid off the desk and yanked his suit down enough to free himself completely. Robert fumbled with his belt until Chad pulled it off. He then worked the top of Robert's pants open and shoved him into the chair. The chair rolled back, knocking the gift bag over.
Not that they cared.
Chad nudged Robert's legs apart and settled between them on his knees. Robert placed his hands on either side of Chad's face, taking in the sight of the fire super staring up at him from between his legs. Submissive. Robert's cock rested obscenely against Chad's almost burning-hot cheek, the scruff of his facial hair brushing against it as Chad took a breath and shifted.
Robert moaned a little. "I thought you wanted me to do it—"
"Shut up." Chad took him into his mouth. His hot tongue pressing. Robert bucked against him. Chad worked himself with his right hand as he held Robert's side with the other. The chair was flush against the wall of the cubicle and wasn't moving.
Robert gripped Chad's hair with one hand, the other white-knuckled on the arm of the chair.
"Fuck—" Robert groaned. "Chad." He gasped.
Chad kept his pace. His sounds vibrating through him from deep in his chest. Robert took in the sight, the way Chad's cheeks hollowed out around his length as he moved base to tip, pressing his tongue into the slit on occasion. His glowing golden eyes fluttering from the devotion. The focus. He watched his muscles shift, how he adjusted as he pumped his cock with one hand while working Robert with his mouth, holding him still with the other hand.
Robert felt the orgasm building. The pull in his thighs, the pull of his abs, the mounting pressure gravitating toward Chad's mouth. No. No. No. He wanted this to last.
He felt it in Chad's mouth, the way he moved, that he wasn't far off either. His breathing quickened with his hand. He flicked his eyes to Robert's. His expression giving permission.
With a short, strangled cry into his hand, Robert came hard into Chad's mouth. Chad made his own noises, low and rumbling and desperate against Robert's softening cock that served as a gag. Suppressing the volume.
Robert curled against him, holding him as the last vestiges of the orgasm worked through him.
"Fuck," he said into Chad's hair, feeling him breathing just as hard against his chest. "Fuck, that was—"
Chad pulled back and wiped his mouth with the side of his palm. "Incredible? Of course."
Robert slumped back in the chair, skin buzzing. "I think I owe you like, five hundred for that." Robert ran his hands down his face. "Holy fucking shit."
Chad stood up, grabbing some Kleenex from Robert's desk to clean up.
"How about dinner instead," Chad said as he shrugged his suit back on.
Robert looked up at him. "Dinner?"
"Did I fucking stutter, bitch?" Chad fixed his hair. Robert watched his arms flex and move as he did so.
"Uh, sure." Robert leaned forward in the chair, shimmying his pants back up. "When?"
"On my birthday." Chad smiled down at him. Feline-like.
"And when is that?" Robert asked, re-buttoning his shirt.
Chad leaned down and ran his hand roughly through Robert's hair to fix it.
"You're going to have to guess, Robbo."
Then he straightened and turned. He flipped Robert off as he walked away, not looking at him. "Happy belated birthday, bitch!"
This ... was NOT how Chad wanted this day to go. He had everything planned out perfectly, absolutely PERFECTLY!!
He was gonna come in to the office, show off his new techniques! Flash a smile and a grin, absolutely have Robert swooning. Chat the dispatcher up, flirt a little harder. Excude his pheromones and get Robert a little tempted. Chad could do it. He HAS done it!! Plenty of omega have lined up at his feet for him! Begged for his knot before they even finished dinner!!
Chad knew he was a prime Alpha who flaunted masculine, strong and powerful energy!!
So why ... in the absolute FUCK!!! Was Robert not taking the bait!?!? Chad looked good! He knows he does!! His hair was down and washed and styled! His clothes, a nice deep v neck to show off his chest, his pecs! Maybe not as deep cut as his Flambae costume, but fuck he certainly wasn't leaving much to imagination!! Jeans that looked like his ass was about to rip at the seams-- the fuck was wrong with this picture!?!
Chad was seething as he watched Robert toddle around, chatting to other fucking Alpha in the office, joking, snickering and then going to work with fucking-- that big ass islander guy- Royd?! The fuck!?!
Why in the shit was he being ignored!? Chad didn't think he could send out more of his scent or else all the omega from the next floor would come scrambling!! He had already fought off the ones on their current floor!
"Chad, Bae.... your smoking....." Prism says as she comes to stand next to him. He whips around with a look so venomous, even she took a step back. "Damn boy!! The fuck has your panties in a twist?!"
"Do I look like I'm ready to fuck right now?!" He growls out.
"... what?"
"Don't fucking 'what' me! Do I look fuckable right now!?!?"
Prism blinks once, twice. Three times. "I mean ya look hot is that what your asking--"
Chad grips at his hair. "I KNOW I look hot but do I look like I wanna fuck right now!?!"
"Boy, I dunno I guess why--"
A loud groan and slam of his head against the wall. He may have left a small dent. "You guess!?!?"
Prism growls back, "Why are you even asking"
"Becauseeeeeeee our fucking Dispatcher is either brain dead or doing this to purposely piss me off!!" Chad points across the way to Robert, who was chatting animatedly to Royd. Prism glances over, and then it clicks.
Ohh that's the problem. "You were looking to make a move today?" She asks (states) with a grin. "Annnnd Bobby boy isn't picking up what you layin' down is he."
Chad glares at Prism so hard, if his powers were linked to his eyes, she would be melted. She laughs. "It's not fucking funny!!" Chad growls out again, close to yelling.
"I'm sorry!! But it's kinda is!! You doing ALLLLL of this peacocking and Robert is just-- HA HA!! He ain't even payin' you no mind!!" She laughs nearly bent over, nearly falling to the floor and isn't that just a salt to the wound.
Chad can feel the vein forming in his jaw. "For fucks sake what does a guy gotta do to--"
"Have you ACTUALLY asked him!?" She says finally catching her breathe. Chad stops .... looks anywhere but at her.
".... no.... But cmon!! I'm standing here ready and waiting, I've given off more pheramones that cannot be taken as anything other than--"
"And when has Robert EVER said you have to do all that!? You-- WE-- all know Robert doesn't pay attention to any of that shit!! He needs pure, straight forwardness, Bae. You remember that visiting hero you nearly set on fire with how much he hung around Robert?? Yea Robert knew what he was doing to but didn't like being strung along like that. You know better!!" She informs before her comm went off.
" Anyway, I gotta get back. I get trying to woo him, but just be blunt, Bae... it'll take you farther."
And that ... is how Chad now finds himself, standing by Robert's desk, his face a little pink, and looking like a nervous teen.
"Hey .. Bob Bob.... you.... you have time to get dinner?" He asks quietly, even shy. Robert turns, looking at little startled, before that smile that makes Chad's heart beat just a little faster.
"Yea ... that sounds good... any place special you wanted?" As he asks, Chad gets just the littlest whiff of Robert's scent. Faint sweetness... like... vanilla?
Maybe ... just asking was always the better option.
Shuffled the playlist like three times, to avoid repeats [because i added several songs more than twice lol] and mind you these are only ten in a +700 song playlist
OOooh, this is fun. With added lyrics~ (mostly beacause O Come Ye as a title sounds REALLY Christian and I needed that corrected lmao)
1: Mothership - by AURORA
Am I home? Mmm
2: O Come Ye - by Ayla Nereo
Oh come ye mother waters, I am diving into thee. Float me on your rivers, And sing me with your sea…
3: Stay Alive - by José González
There's a rhythm and rush these days, where the lights don't move and the colors don't fade...
4: Finding You - by Kesha
I know forever don't exist, but after this life, I'll find you in the next!
So when I say "forever, " it's the goddamn truth, I'll keep finding, finding you...
5: Underground - by Cody Fry
Threw my voice into the dark, but the dark had no remark, just repeated what I said...
6: Fabulous - by MEEK
I just got my heart broken, but I look fuckin' fabulous
Yeah, I'm back in therapy, but I look fuckin' fabulous!
7: The Ancestor - by Darlingside
And we'll count the ages as they're ending...
8: Mystic Woman - by Ian Elliot
Oh, mystic woman, such a sacred view- That even God might spare the rod to let me worship you! And in rebirth, I'd scorched the earth so I could grow it back anew, And give to you...
9: Free - by Florence + The Machine
And "You're too sensitive", they said, I said, "Okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital."
10: Grow - by the Oh Hello's
Leave the ruins where they fall
Leave them all
And let the wild take over
Anyway in case you can't tell I'm been in a odd mood lately. Also skipped some songs that would be spoilers for the fic playlist. Which. In hindsight I didn't NEED to do? But oh well.
Anyway, apologies for any double tags, I ain't checking past allmxedup- @xxpinkfizzxx @shark-in-pyjamas @oclioneo @madamlibrarianmarian
@s0rinarl @jaythebreadowl also @ anyone I forgot because it's 10:30 PM and I went on a strawberry mead making frenzy since 2lbs of strawberries were going for 3.99 at the grocery store.
#flambirthdayartweek | a week to celebrate our favourite Flaming Homosexual
Flambae's birthday is coming up and as a fan of his (to say the least), I wanted to do a little event around the occasion! Also graphic design is my passion.
The prompts and rules are below! Make sure to have a read of them and if you have questions you can ask me here or on my strawpage.
