Metal and Flame

[s0rinarl]

🚦 what's stopping you?

[beeccoe]

yeah i got no excuse for this one lads

[whiskeypink]

A short comic I never finished but I quite like the sketches🫣

[arczism]

finished some of my old wips yay

[s0rinarl]

Im not even gonna try to make that last hand make sense, I think I've drawn enough hands for tonight 🙃

[mechalise]

I think the Dispatch fandom is the only fandom I've ever been in which regularly minimizes the size difference between Robert and his possible lovers. So many of the supers (and Royd) are canonically so much bigger/taller/beefier (haha) than him, and then there's fanart which makes them all similar in height and build.

...maybe it's because Robert would need to secretly be a super to take Royd's dick. Hmmm.

It's odd but not too distracting. This fandom is amazing for its consistently awesome fanart.

[arczism]

It's been forever since I last drew them cuddling

[pinkparagram]

Committed Situationship (aka practically living together but won’t admit they’re dating) Flambert moment where the team’s in the locker room getting suited up and Punch Up gestures at Flambae and is like, “You good there, lad?” 

And Flambae looks down to see what he’s gesturing to just to find his left nipple bruised all to hell, like all dark and swollen and shit.

All the guys promptly huddle around him, staring at it and poking fun/expressing concern like:

“Dude, who purpled your nurple and how do I stay on their good side?”

“It—it looks really ba—not—not good.” 

“Not good? It looks like someone shut it in the feckin’ door!” 

“That’s one serious titty twister, bro.” 

“What is a ‘Titty Twister’? I am unaware of this human custom.” 

And Flambae, smug bastard that he is, immediately straightens up and puffs out his chest, framing the bruised nipple with his hand and showing it off. “That’s right, everyone gather around and get a good look. This is what it looks like to have a feral little freak pawing at you every night.” 

“Robert did that to you?” Punch Up asks. 

Sonar whistles. “Damn, he’s nastier in the bedroom than I thought.” 

“That’s right, bitches, be horrendously jealous,” Flambae boasts. 

“I’m not really jealous,” Sonar counters. “I do suddenly have an intense fear of showing my nipples around Robert. When's the last time he had his shots?”

Flambae scoffs. “Please, he wouldn’t be interested in your bat-nipples. He only likes mine.” 

Then the comms suddenly click on and Robert’s voice is in their ears asking, “Hey guys, what’s going on? The girls are already dressed out and clocked in.” 

"Yeah, compare dicks on your own time," Visi says.

“Rob—Robert," Waterboy speaks up, "did you reall—actually—Flambae—”

“Robbie, my man,” Sonar butts in, “You almost tore Flambae’s nipple off!” 

There’s a surprised pause, and then all the women on the comms are talking over each other, demanding to know what he’s talking about and asking if they can see.

And then Robert says nonchalantly, “Oh, yeah. I meant to give you some cream for that, Flambae.” 

In the midst of everyone freaking out at what Robert just admitted to so casually, Flambae practically preens. “No fucking need, Bob-Bob, I like it.”

Robert snorts. “Of course you do. It’s a testament to that mouth of yours.” 

All the guys quietly lose their shit—like, oh shit, Flambae’s head game is so good Robert mauled him afterwards. Sonar’s shaking Waterboy back and forth like a ragdoll, Golem gives Flambae a high-five, Punch Up gives him an impressed nod. Phenomaman is looking on in polite confusion.

And Flambae is standing proudly in the midst of it all, extremely fucking satisfied with the way this situation is playing out.

Meanwhile the real explanation is that Robert tends to lay on Flambae’s left side after sex, which puts his left nipple right at eye level. Which wouldn’t be a big deal, if not for Robert’s habit of viciously pinching it whenever Flambae says some heinous shit during pillow talk. 

Okay yeah, Flambae may have stretched the truth a little. He didn’t get that bruised nipple in some sort of sexy payback for giving life-changing head, but as plain old regular payback for running his mouth while Robert was within pinching distance.

Don’t get him wrong, Robert’s still a feral little freak—he just tends to hide the evidence in less visible places.

(Flambae's left ass cheek throbs pleasantly throughout the entire first shift.)

[moonie-pie-art]

A story in four parts.

[jackalopc]

mecha man blue, posting to social media: my toxic trait is the fact i love watching cops trying to figure out how to write parking tickets for the mech (or if they even are allowed) before i finally just get back into it and leave

↪️ mecha man: pretty sure if have a nemesis the chances of them being a traffic cop is astronomically and comically high

[cam-orange]

Tease

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This is a bit of a goofy one but-

Are you familiar with the game Trees Hate You? It's a rage game where you have to avoid trees beating the shit out of you lol

Could you write something where Robert, the master ragebaiter he is, gets Flambae, who canonically has beef with trees, to play this game

And Flambae nearly leaves to actually set a tree on fire in the process

Robert had been vibrating with barely contained excitement since lunch.

It all started during a conversation with Golem, who told him about a game he’d played recently — “You’d love this one. It’s insane. It’s gonna piss you off.”

He even showed Robert a short teaser: a tiny pixelated character getting violently hurled across the screen by what looked like a completely ordinary pine tree. Robert watched the clip closely, his eyes widening more with each second, until the realization hit him with radiant clarity:

Flambae needs to play this.

Robert spent the rest of the day just waiting for the perfect moment.

After dinner, he lingered nearby, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the kitchen. The second Flambae finished with the dishes, Robert called out:

“Babe?” he said loudly enough for Flambae to hear him from the kitchen.

“Yeah?” Flambae called back from the other room.

“Can you come here?”

Robert leaned back slightly in his swivel chair, facing the hallway that led to their makeshift office, wearing a mischievous grin he tried — and failed — to hide when he heard footsteps approaching.

“What?” Flambae asked, resting his shoulder against the doorframe and looking at Robert.

“Come in,” Robert said, a little too excited as he stood up and turned the chair toward Flambae. “Sit.”

Flambae glanced at the chair and raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

Robert didn’t answer. He simply dragged the chair closer. Flambae huffed but walked over and sat down anyway.

Robert’s smile widened, then he quickly tried to contain it as he climbed into Flambae’s lap.

The game was already open and running. Robert had made sure of that, so Flambae wouldn’t even get a chance to read the title.

When Flambae looked at the screen and saw a tiny character standing beside what looked like a picnic blanket, he assumed it was one of those silly, cozy games Robert liked to play. It looked peaceful. Harmless.

“I’m not your personal chair so you can get comfy playing your stupid little games, bitch,” Flambae muttered, pretending to be annoyed as he adjusted Robert in his lap, one hand settling at his boyfriend’s waist.

Robert shook his head and gestured toward the keyboard with his chin. “You’re playing this one. I’m just watching.”

Flambae hesitated. He looked at the screen again. Then at Robert. Then back at the screen.

With a resigned sigh, he pulled the keyboard closer and pressed the keys to move the pixel character.

“Looks peaceful,” Flambae observed.

“Mhm.”

“What’s it called?”

“You’ll see.”

There was an obvious stone path to follow, so Flambae guided the character along it — until a tree suddenly swung its canopy down and smacked his character flat.

“What?” Flambae whispered.

On his lap, Robert was shaking with silent laughter, his grin already stretching from ear to ear.

“It’s just a tree. Try again,” Robert encouraged.

Flambae grumbled and restarted, only for his character to die in the exact same spot, taken out by the same tree.

“What the fuck is wrong with that stupid tree, Bob?” Flambae asked, turning to look at him.

Robert reached up and gently rubbed the back of Flambae’s neck. “Try dodging it and keep going.”

Reluctantly, Flambae did.

He restarted and avoided the murderous tree this time. Success. He was still alive.

The character climbed stairs, turned right, then forward along another stone path, when another innocent-looking tree pulled out a gun and shot him.

“What the hell?!” Flambae shouted at the screen.

Robert burst out laughing.

Flambae let out a dry, disbelieving laugh and tried to shove Robert off his lap. “I’m not playing this. This is stupid.”

“No, no, no,” Robert insisted, tightening his hold and refusing to move. “Keep going. I wanna see you finish it.”

Flambae stayed seated, but refused to hit restart.

So Robert restarted it for him. “I’ll help.”

Flambae accepted, mostly because he was apparently trapped by his own boyfriend.

Robert did help… sometimes. Mostly, though, he laughed while Flambae’s character got brutally murdered by trees over and over again.

Flambae grew increasingly irritated, but he was hooked now. Determined. Those smug, bark-covered bastards were not going to win. They weren’t better than him.

“Watch out for tha–” Robert tried to warn between fits of laughter that made his stomach ache.

“I SEE THE TREE, ROBERT!” Flambae snapped, shifting in the chair like it would somehow help. “Stupid fucking tree!”

A pine tree fell from the sky and crushed his character into the ground.

Flambae let out a high, outraged yell. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

Robert lost it. He wasn’t even pretending to be polite anymore. His laughter was loud, breathless, and almost tearful.

“Baby, you gotta dodge–” Robert tried again once he recovered enough to speak.

“I AM DODGING!!!”

The game’s music remained serenely peaceful in the background while branches repeatedly slammed the tiny character into the dirt. Canopies crushed him alive. A ball of leaves launched him across the screen. Trees sprouted from underground just to kill him. Roots tripped him mid-run.

“I FUCKING HATE TREES!”

“I’M GONNA BURN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE FUCKERS!”

Flambae’s posture stiffened beneath Robert. His shoulders locked tight with tension. His jaw clenched. Every three steps, another bark-covered ambush slammed into him. Another violent collision of wood and pixel flesh.

Near the end, after painstakingly collecting a coin — with Robert’s help — Flambae inserted it into an arcade machine inside the game. Now he was playing a game within the game, desperately dodging the trees chasing him.

He got killed in the arcade. And outside it.

“That’s it! I’m out!” Flambae slammed his hands down on the desk. “I’m burning every tree and sapling I see in this city!”

Robert leaned in and kissed Flambae’s temple. “Come on, you’re at the last checkpoint.”

“No.” Flambae crossed his arms. “Those trees hate me.”

Robert’s eyes nearly sparkled at that. He laughed again, quieter this time, and let go of Flambae’s hair to pull the keyboard toward himself.

“Fine, fine. I’ll finish it,” Robert said, still deeply satisfied from all the laughter Flambae had given him.

Then, like it was the easiest thing in the world, Robert finished the game in two minutes.

And then he replayed it in challenge mode. He beat it in eight.

“So a truck driving tree still kills you at the end?” Flambae mocked, arms still crossed, watching Robert beat the final boss. “Is there an angel tree too? This game is bullshit.”

Flambae remained deeply offended. His hatred of trees had been reignited with renewed intensity.

His rivalry with large plants had never felt so personal.

And the moment Robert wasn’t looking, Flambae fully intended to delete that game from the computer.

[p0p-vulture]

Flambert Idea... Robert Gets Pursued by a Toxic Ex

Dawg this ship is one of the biggest fumbles I've seen a game dev make in a while. Lmao this video sums it up perfectly imo... like you accidentally created an excellent set up and didn't execute it... damn.

Anyways imagine Robert (since he can't go to the heroes-only bar anymore) hits up a staple queer club in town in his civvies. There he runs into a toxic ex who is a little too happy to see him there. Robert was hoping to hook up with someone tonight-- ideally a total stranger-- but the ex basically follows him around, bugging him to go dance and monopolizing his time. He relents and decides to hit the dancefloor. Eventually he bails on the guy to go order a drink, slipping away through the crowd.

He manages to make it up to the bartender, but just as he gets their attention someone else begins to order next to him-- it's Flambae! Or rather, Chad, since he's also out of costume. After Chad places his order, Robert manages to say something about being next in line which gets the other man's attention. Chad seems genuinely surprised, and asks Robert what he's doing here. Robert throws the question back at him-- figured he'd be at the other bar since, you know, he's allowed to be there now. Chad acknowledges that it's great feeling like he's part of some exclusive club or whatever, but it can also cramp his style-- the vibe is too... hetero.

Just then the toxic ex slings an arm around Robert, asking to be introduced to his friend. In unison, Chad and Robert deny they're friends. Robert clarifies they're just colleagues. Toxic ex tries to make small talk but Chad isn't interested in continuing the conversation and rudely excuses himself. Ex says something about how he can see why they're not friends, that guy's a prick! Oh and by the way here's your drink...

Robert notes that he hadn't ordered yet, but ex says he still remembers what he likes. Robert takes the drink and notices it is the order he usually gets. Whatever... looks like he won't be getting lucky tonight, but a drink's a drink. He settles into a booth to nurse his cocktail, watching people dance and making tedious small talk with the ex. He accidentally spots Chad in the crowd and stares just a little too long; the other man catches him looking. He makes an effort to grind obscenely on the guy he's dancing with while flipping Robert the bird, and Robert just rolls his eyes.

Suddenly, the room spins. Robert feels his motor functions begin to delay and delay and delay until they are slowed down to a crawl. The ex asks if he's feeling alright, and as his consciousness starts to come and go in waves, the panic sets in. Robert realizes he's been drugged.

Stumbling, Robert summons all his remaining strength to make his way to the nearby bathroom. He needs water, he needs air, he needs to get away from here, he needs to do something. At this point he doesn't know who might have drugged him-- could it be one of the villain groups they've been working to hunt down? Did they learn who he was?? Was there anyone else in the club he hadn't clocked???-- but he can hardly think straight.

His ex follows close behind, worrying over him. When Robert's legs give out and he collapses to the bathroom floor, his ex tries to move him, saying something about how he's always been such a lightweight and that they should head back home. But Robert doesn't want to go. His instincts are screaming at him to push the guy away, he can't trust anyone right now, but his body doesn't respond-- instead it's shutting down.

All of a sudden the bathroom door flies open. Robert doesn't see who it is, but he recognizes Chad's voice among the people who have arrived. He continues to slip in and out of consciousness, so he doesn't get the full picture of what's going on. At some point a scuffle breaks out, resulting in bouncers dragging his ex out of the bathroom. The last thing Robert can sense is getting collected by someone very warm, too warm, before he blacks out completely.

When Robert finally comes to, he slowly blinks his bleary eyes and realizes he doesn't recognize the room he is in. Immediately alarm bells are ringing in his head, and he quickly takes in his surroundings. He's laying on a couch, no light save for what comes from the windows, in what looks to be... a living room? The shift to intense focus causes a migraine to flare up and he groans, which gets the attention of the only other figure in the room... Chad.

Chad remarks that he's finally awake, and asks if he remembers what happened. Robert admits not really, other than the fact he was definitely drugged... he might be a lightweight but not that light. Did Chad see who might have done it? Were there villains at the club that night? But Chad reveals the culprit was none other than that creep that had been hanging off him all night-- Robert's toxic ex.

Robert is... shocked. He knew the guy wasn't the best-- they broke up for a reason-- but he could never have anticipated that he would go so far. Chad reprimands him for his shitty taste in men, and Robert can't defend himself there. Instead he thanks Chad for stepping in when he did, and for bringing him back to... uh... where are they, exactly? Obviously, says Chad, he brought him to his own apartment. Where else was he gonna go??

Robert flushes, suddenly super uncomfortable to be intruding in Flambae's space like this, of all people. He thanks him again and moves to take his leave, but Chad suggests he just spends the night there since it's already so late. He was only staying awake to make sure Robert wasn't gonna, like, wake up screaming or choke on his own vomit or something... but now Chad is headed to bed. Reluctantly, Robert agrees to crash there for a bit, but he'll have to head out early to take care of Beef in the morning. Chad yawns-- whatever, bitch. You can do what you want, but you'd better call a fuckin' Uber cuz I'm not flying your flat ass all the way home at the crack of fucking dawn.

Oh, Robert suddenly realizes, that's right. Flambae most likely flew them here... oh god, he was carrying him, wasn't he? Fuuuck he's never gonna live this night down...

Bonus: a POV from Chad that shows him flying with Robert. He complains the whole time, but not in any serious sort of way, more of a 'are you kidding me right now?? do you know how worried I was when I saw you stumbling and that fugly creep tried to follow?? how dare you wreck my night and make me give a shit about you!' kind of way. Robert stirs briefly-- it's not a moment he will ultimately remember-- and starts to squirm/fight off Chad while they're flying. But once he realizes it's Flambae and not someone else, he settles down/passes out again. Chad doesn't know how to feel about that... does that mean Robert feels safe around him? And isn't that an odd feeling... he hasn't gotten completely used to feeling like a hero...

(Idk if this is pre- or post- the Mecha reveal, up to you lol)

[taosdungeon]

Flambae... Your ice cream...

You can tell i got lazy lol

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