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kawadraws

Ok i got more baird screenshots but this one is just perfect timing lol smug blonde bitch

bigmouthgenius

"She can hear us. She can smell us." - Gears of War Ultimate Edition

viciousmokery

Fantasy bg3 let’s be fr Flambert :)

ok so i read ur roleswap dispatch au and i love it SOSO much, i was wondering if we can get more jaeger art tho…. 👀👀👀 i love his design sm! maybe possibly even a sketch of what his core looks like?

Give me a few days and I can do that gladly! I’m just extremely busy with holidays coming up my and brothers wedding happening

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Robert/Jaegar's Dispatch icons and his mugshots as well as my OC's mugshots from Your Actions, Your Choices

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Following my previous post I made the server soooooo!

Fair warning I am still cleaning it out

https://discord.gg/asfZ97FcE

Discord is great for playing games and chilling with friends, or even building a worldwide community. Customize your own space to talk, play

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So…if I made a 18+ dispatch server, who all would be interested?

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drippingviolets3

Something funny I think AdHoc could do when all the chapters for dispatch are out is have a statistic for the percentage of people who rather would have fucked/dated Flambae instead of BB or Invisi

bruciemilf

Nobody touch me, I’m having Thoughts about the Z-Team comforting Robert after Chase.

They don’t know, exactly, the depth of their relationship.

They don’t know where Mecha Man starts and Robert Robertson ends, or if both of them died and Robert just couldn’t tell the difference.

Maybe it’s the human factor. The raw need to comfort something when it’s dying.

But they try.

Visi takes distance. Lots of it. There’s still a fresh pack of twinkies left on his doorstep everyday, thought. Little notes, too.

‘golem says hi. sent you a cat vid. open it up sometime.’

‘phenomaman asked if he could bring you a piece of sun. told him no. He cried.’

‘Herm threw up on a reporter today. on purpose. he’s learning.

‘Remember to live, idiot.’

Prism sends him videos.

Memes, podcasts, candid snapshots of everyone’s affairs in the chaotic enclosure they call an office.

She always sends ‘Cardi C is here to listen’ at the end.

Coop is a quiet, steady river. She flows in his apartment day by day, saying nothing.

She just cleans while Robert lays on the couch, Track Star comics on his chest.

Sometimes, she reads one of those romantic fantasies, with the elven kings and pirate princesses. He only falls asleep to those.

Flambae’s last.

He just comes in. Like it’s nothing.

A step forward and he’s inside Robert’s apartment with a steaming casserole that smells good. Smoked steak and salty, earthy gravy.

Robert eats it. Big spoons of it, shoved down a stubborn throat that didn’t want to compromise survival if Chase wasn’t there.

“I hate carrots. He used to make me eat them, when he babysat me,” He snorted. “Only when dad was around. It was Twinkies or nothing. “

Flambae doesn’t speak over it.

He’s quiet, sitting on Robert’s couch like this was a normal occurrence. And Robert did speak. For hours.

“He wasn’t my dad.”

“No,” Flambae agreed, “But he was someone. You get to decide who, and when. Or not. Grieve him. For a month, for a month, for forever, if you need to. No one’s gonna feel it for you.”

Robert doesn’t reply. He just eats more, ignoring the wet on his cheeks, and his apartment growing warmer.

“You could’ve put salt on these.”

“Fuck you.”

somepsychopomp

Is it corny of me to imagine a Flambae/Robert scene where Flambae asks if Robert would like to find out what it feels like to have powers?

And Flambae stands behind Robert, pulling his back flush to his chest, and wrapping his hand around Robert's.

Flambae tells him to think of something that makes him feel heated. Something that lights a fire in his belly. Robert can't exactly think of anything that makes him angry on the spot, but he imagines being in the Mecha Man suit again, being a hero again, and about how fucking badly he wants that life back.

Flambae keeps one hand on Robert's stomach while he lifts the other. He tells Robert to hold his extended hand in a finger gun position, and whatever it is he's imagining, picture that it's real. Imagine he's almost got it in his hands.

So Rober closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He tries to recall the thrum and vibrations of the suit and how it copied his every moment. Flambae heats up the hand pressed against Robert's stomach just enough that he can almost feel the fire in his belly. Flambae's hand travels upward until it reaches his heart.

Robert hears a soft whisper in his hear, "You see it, don't you? Now... take it."

Robert feels the heat coming off of Flambae's skin, but it's as if his own heart is a fireball in his chest. He feels a surge of warmth racing down his arm as he pulls the trigger while picturing himself as Mecha Man once more, his hands dancing across the inner controls like a pianist.

Of course, with Flambae's hand wrapped around his own, he's not really shooting little balls of fire like a BB gun. But it's a fascinating sensation nonetheless.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Flambae asks, voice soft and husky.

Robert swallows, feeling almost invincible with the burning fire in his chest. He opens his eyes and stares down the length of his arm at his hand wrapped in Flambae's own.

"Yeah, actually. It does."

I feel personally victimized that we couldn’t kiss Flambae during the gym scene

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