The weirdo :d

Wassup, I'm a really big Dispatch fan!! Y'all can call me Nino (not my real name °3°)

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Okayyy, drawing in the dark like this is teensy bit hard, but anyways, drew Torrent!! Aka future Waterboy in @birdssong 's fanfic "All the Same In a Mirror"

I love that fanfic so much, it's like a worm wriggling around in my skull. I read it a few weeks ago, god I wish I read it way earlier. I tried my best to draw him,, (TUT);

Don't pay attention to his hand.. I'm not good at hands.

[m4dn3zz-unkown]

UM,, ended up colouring it, teehee

[jaythebreadowl]

yuri...

[citrinsun]

Flambob and Robbae

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I saw a post along the lines of

" I spent a whole 149 hours with you. "

" you've calculated it??? "

" Kinda haha "

" BAHAHAHA FUCKING NERD "

" that's so cute "

And now I can't get it out of my head, If you end up writing this I'd be overjoyed it's so them

[s0rinarl]

Im about to head to bed but I have a feeling I'll be having nightmares of alight motion tonight 🥲

[m4dn3zz-unkown]

Scrapped first sketch, wasn't satisfied yet lol, I'll get this dons today, hopefully 🙏😝

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more idlings from my villain Robert AU..... He has the presence of a haunted abandoned city. Am I making sense. Is this thing on? Does anyone see the vision? This man is haunted.

[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

[dl4draws]

may i join the flambert club

[silkoodles]

hiii, has this been done?

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Okay feel free to answer this whenever but I wanted to give you an idea/prompt based on the coma saga that’s based on my own experience.

Hospitalization and trauma will destroy your hair, skin, and nails. I know Flambae would be devestated by not only all his hard work being destroyed, but it serving as a physical reminder of being in the hospital. Cue Robert comforting Chad and helping him recover, and just being relieved Chad is there and alive. So while Chad is still weak and bouncing back, Robert is happy to help deep condition Flambae’s hair and massage lotion into his hands. He’s happy to take care of his man and help him recover. Especially because Chad always try to take care of Robert.

Five days make a difference.

Not a miraculous one. Not the kind that erases bruises or restores atrophied muscles overnight. But it’s enough to bring Flambae’s bad mood back in full force.

“When can I go home?” Flambae complains from his now-permanent spot, propped up on the hospital bed with pillows stacked behind his back. “I’m feeling fine.” His voice is still a little hoarse, but it’s noticeably steadier than it was five days ago.

Robert stands by the window with a paper cup of coffee. He turns just in time to catch Flambae frowning at his own hands, as if they were hurling the most offensive insults at him.

“I don’t know. The doctors keep saying you’re improving fast, but they won’t give a discharge date yet…” Robert says as he steps away from the window and walks over to the bed. He sits near Flambae’s feet.

Flambae huffs and crosses his arms, clearly trying to push his own fingers out of his line of sight. Robert notices the faint pout forming on Flambae’s lips.

“What did your fingers do to you, huh?” Robert teases gently, massaging Flambae’s calf.

“Nothing. I want to go home,” Flambae snaps, looking away.

Robert’s smile fades instantly. A small, selfish part of him hates feeling shut out — especially after spending so much time wishing Flambae would wake up, talk to him, be himself again.

“Babe…” Robert starts carefully. “Talk to me.”

Flambae glances at him from the corner of his eye before fully turning his face toward Robert, even if his expression still stern.

“I don’t feel like me. In fact… I feel like shit,” he vents, tightening his arms around his own torso. “I lost weight. I lost muscle. My skin looks awful, even with everything Alice’s been trying. I hate how my hair looks, and my nails look like shit, too.”

Robert is mildly surprised that those things are what’s bothering Flambae — until he thinks about it for more than two seconds. Of course they are. It’s a well-known fact that his boyfriend is vain. He doesn’t hide that from anyone. Robert just assumed Flambae would be more focused on recovering and getting back to work, because that’s what Robert cared about when he woke up from his own coma.

“You were unconscious for two weeks,” Robert reminds him gently, setting the coffee cup on the tray table. “Your body was busy trying to… you know. Stay alive.”

“Yes, and I’m very grateful,” Flambae replies, rolling his eyes. “Truly. Incredible job. But that shouldn’t erase all my progress. I worked hard to keep my body healthy.”

“And it’s because you worked hard that you survived the coma and you’re recovering this fast, Bae,” Robert says calmly. He shifts closer on the bed and strokes the side of Flambae’s arm.

Flambae looks away toward the window again. The discomfort is obvious, so Robert pulls his hand back.

“If it helps… I still think you look stunning,” Robert says softly, trying to lighten the mood as he searches for Flambae’s eyes.

Flambae scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. He winces at the movement; the stiffness in his shoulders hasn’t fully faded. His motions are better now, but not fluid. His muscles still tremble if he keeps his arms raised too long. There are faint dark circles under his eyes, a noticeable paleness from lack of sunlight, and parts of his hair look a little thinner from stress-related shedding — nothing Robert particularly notices or cares about.

“With this bird’s nest on my head? Sure,” Flambae mutters, looking at him. “My skin is dry and rough. My nails are brittle and I can’t even cut them by myself. I can’t even shower properly without supervision. It’s humiliating, Bob.”

“You’re under medical supervision, Chad,” Robert says.

Flambae glares at him, hurt and anger mixing in his eyes.

“I really don’t want any pep talk right now, Robert.”

That one stings. But Robert doesn’t back down this time. He’s gotten used to Flambae’s sharp comments. He even missed them when Flambae was too unconscious to make them.

Flambae really cares about his appearance, but not in a superficial way. It’s his armor. If he looks impeccable, he feels powerful. If he feels powerful, he feels safe. Robert recognizes that.

“Alright.” Robert takes a long breath. “I’m not trying to dismiss what you’re feeling, okay? I’m just saying… you’re awake again. And I’m really happy about that. I just want to make sure we give this the time it needs so you can fully recover.”

He reaches for Flambae’s right hand, gently uncrossing his arms.

Without thinking, Robert smiles when he feels the familiar warmth of Flambae’s skin against his palm.

“I love you. And I want to take care of you. If part of your recovery means skincare and haircare, I’ll go home and grab your overpriced creams. I’ll even ask Alice to distract the nurse so we don’t get lectured about it,” Robert adds, sensing an opening to be playful.

That earns him the slightest twitch at the corner of Flambae’s mouth.

“You?” he says skeptically. “You think you’re qualified to handle my hair?”

Robert laughs.

“I’ve watched you do it like two hundred times,” he points out. “I’ve absorbed enough knowledge through proximity.”

“That’s not how skills work, Bob Bob.”

“Then you can supervise. Boss me around. Channel that brat energy into something productive.”

Flambae considers it.

Robert keeps stroking his knuckles. “I can bring your favorite moisturizer from home. We can do a chill routine. You rest, I do the massages this time. I had a good teacher, so I’m actually pretty decent.”

As Robert talks, Flambae’s expression softens. He’s almost convinced — he even smiles a little at the image. But when Robert stops speaking, something heavy settles in Flambae’s chest and the smile disappears.

“I just… I hate that I can’t look in the mirror without being reminded I’m still stuck in this fucking place.” His voice, beyond the lingering rasp, sounds vulnerable. “I’ve never–this never… I’ve never been in a hospital this long.”

And then Robert understands.

Flambae hates the constant physical reminder that he isn’t invincible.

Robert keeps holding his hand and lifts it to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“It’s fucked up, but it happens, Chad. Even to the best of us. So please… don’t be so hard on yourself, okay?”

Flambae exhales and lets his shoulders drop. He shifts his hand to cup Robert’s cheek, even if his fingers still tremble slightly.

“I hate that you still manage to give me that pep talk without me even noticing,” Flambae says, smiling faintly.

“Can’t help it,” Robert smiles back. “Usually you’re the one taking care of me all the time. Now I get to return the favor, at least a little… I just know what it’s like to wake up from a coma and feel completely wrecked.”

Feeling steadier, Flambae pulls Robert into a hug.

A tender silence stretches between them before one of them speaks again.

“I’ll accept this halfway measure,” Flambae murmurs against the curve of Robert’s neck. “But when I get discharged, I deserve a full spa day.”

Robert lets out a quiet laugh. “Sounds fair to me.”

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Based on this, and inspired by this anon ask.

[flamberttext]

Can I ask Robert to cancel/reschedule a meeting with Chad because he's babysitting?

Whether it's the neighbor's child or something like that

It also works if it's the other way around

Ok so, I had Robert cancel a date Flambae was actually excited about… purely for ✨dramatic purposes✨ lol

Consider this proper compensation for the angst in the last posts 😌

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My request is this: Everyone knows Robert can't cook, that's a fact

But he knows how to bake and he's great at it

I'd like Flambae to be the first to figure this out, whether it's Robert making brownies in Chad's apartment or something similar

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Oh yeah, found this on Pinterest and immediately thinking about drawing Flambae and Robert to this LMAO

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Slowly working on it!!

Been busy lol, my family has been going out sm this week, didn't have much time. Now I do, so get ready for some silly Flambert!! XD

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Continuation of my “Flambae has a cat” post:

Flambae has a Somali cat, an impulse purchase of sorts. One of the guys he hooked up with right after his release from prison happened to be a cat breeder, and the kittens were pretty damn cute, so he kept sleeping with the guy until he was gifted one.

She was a little spitfire of a kitten, all bright red fur and shockingly orange eyes. He'd named her Blaze, and she was his little baby, his spoiled princess. He pampered his cat- brushed her often, fed her expensive cat food that needed refrigerated, got her all kinds of toys and climbing posts and such.

Cat shows weren't something he started doing right away. He hadn't even considered signing up, but he needed more hobbies outside of the Phoenix Program and working out, and he bragged about his cat so often that shows were his therapist's main suggestion.

So, he signed Blaze up, won an award, and actually kinda enjoyed it.

Blaze was a perfect show cat, obviously, and it really fed into Flambae's ego when people agreed (he also felt a sick sense of joy when other cats misbehaved, it was so damn funny).

Flambae went to quite a few shows, even helping judge on occasion when he felt Blaze needed a little break from the spotlight.

Judging was actually how he met Robert.

-~-~-~-~-

Robert has a Ragdoll cat, which he never even planned to get. He wasn't even a cat person, always preferred dogs his whole life. He'd just gotten Beef, and was perfectly content with his puppy, when he noticed his neighbor had gone to the hospital and never returned. She was elderly, and not in the best health, and from what Robert understood had no family left. He wasn't worried at first, but after a few weeks of not seeing her yet still hearing noises from her apartment, he caved to his curiosity and lockpicked the door.

When the door creaked open, a tiny shape darted out from the shadows, and Robert grabbed it on instinct before he even knew what it was. It was how he ended up with a handful of a loud, scrappy little kitten with the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

Robert didn't realize what the breed was when he took the little guy to the vet. They had to shave his fur off since it was matted, and he was pretty underweight. Robert wasn't even planning on keeping him until the vet asked what the little guy's name was.

He didn't know what his neighbor named him, so he blurted one out at random: Shrimp, which earned him an odd look.

And then Shrimp went home with him in case his neighbor ever came back, and stayed there ever since.

It was a little hard finding time to care for a puppy and a kitten between outings as Mecha Man, but Robert managed. He almost felt like a single dad with a full time job and two toddlers.

Shrimp was a pretty laid back cat though, all things considered. He learned how to play fetch from Beef, and was actually better at returning the toys than Beef was. He also picked up on some tricks and commands Robert tried teaching the dog, which eventually led to Robert having a fully leash trained cat. Shrimp still went into what Robert called “scarf mode” when they went on walks, but he'd take having a cat on his shoulders over cleaning the litterbox daily.

Shrimp was very demanding though. He only ate fancy wet food and a specific kind of kibble, was picky about his toys and nap spots, and needed appointments at a groomer since Robert couldn't keep up with all the brushing.

Robert never knew what Shrimp’s breed was until a new neighbor moved in, one that offered to watch his pets occasionally.

Shrimp's fur had started to change from almost entirely white, to white with gray on his face, ears and tail, and his new neighbor commented on how expensive his breed was without actually elaborating. Curious, Robert scrounged together some cash to order a DNA test, and discovered that his accidental cat was a purebred Ragdoll.

He started putting Shrimp in cat shows out of boredom more than anything. Anytime he was forced on a break for medical reasons, he'd enter a handful of shows and win some decent prizes and ribbons. The shows slowed down when the Mech's repairs demanded too much money, but they were something he enjoyed doing occasionally. Robert also just liked showing off some of the tricks Shrimp knew.

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When Flambae first met Robert at one of the shows, his first thought was that the man was very boring looking. Plain, almost embarrassingly dumb name, self-cut hair that he probably washed with a 3-in-one monstrosity, and basic outfit. His freckles were cute, and his eyes too. The chip in his ear was very attention catching as well, but other than that, not really Flambae's type.

But he had one damn gorgeous cat.

Robert didn't talk much, but Flambae noticed that when he complimented his cat- just one positive comment about the cat being in good shape, Robert would crack a little relieved grin, eyes softening, and Flambae wanted more of that subtle reaction.

So he kept the compliments rolling- praised the cat's feather soft, well maintained fur, the brightness of his eyes, the way he held himself, and watched Robert slowly melt at each positive word.

Robert started blushing just a little, smile quirking his lips alluringly, and that look in his eyes. . .

Oh fuck, Robert was totally his type.

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Grown ass man btw

Oh yeah and Robert evaporating after the first clip was totally intentional btw, it's for plot convenience