It's not dispatch fan art related, but here's Old Man Miku <33
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It's not dispatch fan art related, but here's Old Man Miku <33
Schoolworks has been at it, No time to draw😞💔
So here's beef drawn on a Cardboard piece!
Haven't posted in a while but i have this curiosity, "Would Coupè read ORV?" But then again I realized she just read Dark Romance. Though, I haven't read her profile yet so im curious about it lol
jake lisa the dog
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I need them both to suffer in the most toxic yaoi fic ever.
Ngl, I like Elliot's appearance in the comic, but I decided to just do his mugshot photo.
I just realized Jonathan Ohnn and Elliot Connors have this vibe that's making me think. 'Oh, they're twinning fr' like, not just that they're Villains but also there's also something I can't put my word on it. 🤔🤔🤔
Just thinking about it is making my brain itchy😵💫
I genuinely like any au Dispatch which is obvious from all of my posts lol and right now I'm craving for Dispatch x Alice in Wonderland.
Also, there's A LOT of Dispatch Aus I've been reading on ao3 and I can't wait to draw each one of them. As long as my gold fish brain works, then soon I'll be able to start it </33
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I did the fanart! I liked Pinkdisc's villain AU of Robert and made a thing for my favorite lines. First time posting more than one panel comic on here, so I apologize for the funkiness...
my take on villain robert robertson. This ones quite long so bare with me
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There’s a thin line between love and hatred, his mother once told him.
Love is a strong word for what he feels for Robert. Too strong. Too soon. But Chad can’t deny there’s something there. There always has been.
Needling his dispatcher, bitching at him, deliberately getting under his skin—it started out of spite. Robert was infuriating. Calm when he shouldn’t be. Stubborn in the quietest way. Always pushing back just enough to make it clear he wasn’t going to fold for anyone.
Somewhere along the line—probably after Robert stood his ground and refused to let anyone get cut from the team—Chad stopped actually trying to piss him off and started… enjoying it. The arguing. The push and pull. The way Robert never raised his voice but still somehow won half their fights.
Then Robert revealed himself to be the man who ruined Chad’s life.
And also the man who helped turn it around.
That was the part that fucked with him.
He’d been furious. Blinded by it, really. So angry he almost killed him. And yeah, part of it was because he was Mecha Man, but Chad had already suspected that. Deep down, he’d known.
What hurt was that the man in his ear all day—the one he’d come to respect—was also the person who cut off his fingers.
He’d been angry at Robert. At himself.
Most of that anger burned itself out after Chad punched Robert in the face at his house party. He’d even gone as far as apologizing for his hand later—hadn’t been sorry about arresting him, though, which Chad couldn’t fault him for. Still punched him in the shoulder for it though.
There was no point staying pissed once the truth settled in.
The truth being: he liked his stupid dispatcher.
Liked him enough that he was gearing himself up to ask him out to dinner.
Then Robert had the audacity to go missing.
Not just missing—the idiot went to the Sardine, a villain bar, alone and immediately got himself kidnapped by Shroud.
Blonde Blazer told them what she could. She looked wrecked when she did. Said she’d tried to get to the last place Robert’s phone pinged from, but by the time she arrived, there was nothing left to find. Just Robert’s ratty brown jacket on the floor and blood smeared across the concrete, like someone had dragged him out and couldn’t be bothered to clean up the mess.
Before she could even look for tracks, Shroud started attacking SDN.
They’d won that fight only because Chase—now Trailblazer with Mandy’s amulet—stepped in to help. Shroud was a bastard and an idiot: threatened Beef, got both Astral Pulses (courtesy of Chase being spiteful), then chose wrong. Vomited all over the place. Still had enough left in him to shoot Visi—who, for reasons Chad still can’t wrap his head around, stepped in and took the bullet for Chase.
The entire fight, Shroud stayed silent about Robert’s location. And even when he was hauled away by the cops, he stayed smug.
So the bad guy goes to prison. Fantastic.
People around Torrance threw themselves a parade. SDN got praised. The Z-Team got treated like real heroes for the first time in forever.
None of that mattered.
Because Robert Robertson never came back.
To say Flambae was adamant about finding him would be an understatement. But the whole team was. Even when they were exhausted. Even when they were forced to admit they were chasing air. Chase, in particular, latched onto the idea that Robert had to be alive somewhere, because the alternative felt like swallowing glass.
They tore through every lead they could find. Shook informants until their hands ached. Hit old Red Ring spots. Checked hospitals, morgues, abandoned buildings—every place villains liked to dump what they didn’t want found.
Nothing.
Eventually, reality forced them back to work.
For a little while, Torrance almost felt calm. Less real emergencies. More bullshit. Latte runs. Security details. Standing around looking heroic while nothing actually happened.
Chad hated it. It made him restless, made his skin crawl. Why the hell was he getting some lady her coffee when he could be out there looking for Robert?
Then things started going wrong.
Calls got misrouted. Teams arrived late to scenes they should’ve reached first. The wrong units got sent to the wrong places. Dispatch logs had edits nobody could explain. Equipment started disappearing from tech and mechanical companies—small, specific pieces, the kind you don’t notice until you suddenly need them.
A new villain popped up not long after.
He hit facilities for chemicals. Stole mechanical components. Stripped tech out of SDN supplies, always the same kinds of parts.
He showed up, did the job, left.
The first clear look they got confirmed one thing immediately.
Red Ring.
Red mask. Same color as Shroud’s. Same shape. And a metal arm glowing red at the seams, heavy and unmistakable.
The job was supposed to be simple: escort an SDN transport back to base. They’d had a hunch the bastard would show, so Chad and Prism were assigned.
The second Prism moved to engage, Chad knew something was wrong.
She tried to cut the space with light, angling it to box him in—and he threw something small that snapped against her lenses with a sharp click. The light fractured. Prism yelped, her glasses knocked clean off, blinking hard, blind and furious.
The masked man was on her instantly. Drove her into the wall hard enough to rattle dust from the ceiling. She hit the ground winded, scrambling to get back up.
Chad’s temper detonated.
He opened up with fire, heat tearing through the street, and the bastard dodged like he’d already mapped his routes. Used cars. Pillars. Stayed just close enough to Prism that Chad had to pull his shots or risk hitting her.
He didn’t even realize how close he’d let him get until a metal fist connected with his face and everything went white.
By the time Chad dragged himself back into focus, the villain had already opened the truck, pulled something out, and disappeared.
From there, everything escalated.
More sabotage. More stolen tech. More hits that ended with the Z-Team empty-handed. Sometimes his targets were villains. Sometimes they were heroes—corrupt ones, with money or access or secrets they’d buried deep.
Those heroes started turning up dead.
Whatever they’d known died with them.
There was no fucking way it was coincidence.
Robert disappears, and then a Shroud wannabe shows up wearing Red Ring colors and dismantling SDN piece by piece.
Either he knew where Robert was.
Or he’d been there when it happened.
Didn’t matter which. Chad was going to torch him until he talked.
He was obsessed.
He replayed footage. Watched how the masked man shifted his weight before striking. How he chose exits. How he never stayed longer than he had to. Chad started showing up in neighborhoods the guy had hit after work, half hoping, half dreading he’d run into him again.
Eventually, they got intel about where the masked figure would strike next.
Almost the entire Z-Team was deployed. Overkill for one man, but no one argued. Every previous encounter had ended the same way.
Not this time.
They cornered him in a half-collapsed warehouse. Concrete dust hung in the air like fog. The place smelled like rust and old chemicals. Floodlights carved harsh shapes through the haze. Chad could feel heat pooling under his skin, that familiar, hungry itch of power begging to be let loose.
The fight was brutal and close.
The masked man held his own against all of them—not because he was stronger, but because he never let them settle. He broke formation. Forced mistakes. Used their instincts against them.
He herded them into angles where they couldn’t use their powers without hitting each other. Every time Chad tried to open up with a big flame, the bastard slipped into someone’s shadow. Every time someone tried to restrain him, he twisted free and countered with one of his devices.
He was getting hurt at least. Chad saw burns catching on his sleeve. Saw a cut split open along his forearm. Saw his shoulder clip rebar and leave blood smeared across metal.
Still, he kept moving.
He dropped Sonar hard.
Chad saw red.
Fire roared through the space. The warehouse filled with orange light, smoke, the sound of concrete cracking under boots. The masked man stumbled back—finally—
And Chad lunged.
He grabbed the mask with both hands.
Metal scraped violently as it tore free. The strap snapped.
For half a second, Chad didn’t understand what he was looking at.
Pale skin. Bruises blooming along the jaw. A cut split across the cheekbone. Hair longer now, dark with sweat.
Freckles.
Robert Robertson looked at them like they were nothing.
No recognition. No flicker. No anger.
Like Chad was just another obstacle in his way.
For a second, he couldn't breathe.
Every hope he’d been clinging to—every "he’s alive", every "we’ll get him back"— just collapsed.
The silence is immediate and total.
Robert’s eyes don’t change.
Just that blank stare.
And then the moment breaks—smoke thickens, someone shouts—and he moves.
Fast.
A shove, a strike, a smoke canister hitting the ground with a hiss, and suddenly there’s chaos where there was stillness.
Chad coughs, eyes burning, reaches out—
and grabs nothing.
When the air clears, Robert is gone.
Again.
No one says a word on the way back to SDN.
Chad stared out at the city lights as he flew, jaw clenched until it ached, and finally understood something he didn’t want to understand.
Finding Robert was never going to be the same thing as getting him back.
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my first ever oneshot what do we think? :D
Another fan art with Shoulder Angel Robert this time
Fan-comic for @Limaniri
I had this stupid idea where Robert is just a literal normie Ordinary. No mecha man, no secret hero identity. Basically, a background character who is just a window cleaner. He can blend.
The only Tug of this is that Z-Team is another timeline future that transports here cuz their Robert which is the Robert we know, died. Grieve so hard, miracle said f*ck it and boom here we are.
Is he in SDN? Yes. Chase got him a job. Even though this is a hero agency. I mean, it's just a window cleaning, nothing's gonna happened, right?
He still lives in his childhood home.
Robbie still died. The ear scar still there but has a different meaning of reason.
Sometimes when he's at work, he stares at Chase through the window and wonders, would he be as busy as Chase if he were ever a dispatcher?
These Numerous Z-Team people have been... Staring at him for a while when he works.
Shoulder Demon Robert
He's like an itch in my brain that needs to be drawn.
A fan art for that one Invincible x Dispatch Fan-Comic by @Limarini on Tiktok
Not Dispatch related but i did an Art collab with someone!! :3 @nemuigevgev
Tiktok trend 'Art Collab without knowing who we're drawing!'
This is tuff fr fr
Reference:
Sports AU flambert Dispatch
Flambae is a Rugby player while Robert is a retired Olympic player of Javelin Thrower which now is a Coach for the Z-Team who all have their own passion for sports. 🤔🤔
“Never thought I’d make it past 30.”
Chad turns his head to look at Robert, only to be met with his gaze locked in far out into the distance. His face lightly flushed. Definitely not sober. A strange chill washes over Chad, Robert has always been good—maybe too good—at eye contact. But tonight, the firm stare Chad is so used to seeing is gone. Chad stays silent.
“I was around 16 or 15 when I inherited my dad’s suit. Opened it up for the first time since dad’s funeral, I can still remember so clearly. That smell-, it was so, so metallic—well I mean, obviously. But I couldn’t stop wondering, what if—did the suit smell like that cause of-”
Robert cuts himself off. He swallows almost forcefully, as if pushing down the metallic taste of the memory down his throat.
Chad shivers at the implication.
“I counted 17 days before It went away.”
Robert leans over the cold railing, knuckles turning even paler as his grip tightens. Chad shuffles closer, Robert doesn’t realize the sigh he lets from the warmth.
“That night my suit got destroyed, I sat in that cockpit, waiting. I think- I think I feltgiddy. Or relieved, whichever makes more sense. All I could think about was that goddamn family tradition. That was the one thing I was going to get right. I was so excited too.”
Chad opens his mouth to say something, but Robert interrupts him before he gets the chance to.
“Yeah, yeah, fucked up, I know.”
Robert chuckles humorlessly. Something twists inside Chad’s chest as Robert’s already hunched posture worsens, He’s never looked smaller than now.
“You can should’ve seen how disappointed I was when I woke up.”
Robert turns, now fully facing Chad. Brown eyes finally meeting amber, they’re slightly glassy. Maybe the city lights were just remarkably bright that night. Chad nearly disregards it as such just as he catches a lip quiver, a little detail he definitely would’ve missed if he didn’t pay as much attention to Robert’s mouth than the amount a normal person probably should.
“I don’t think I’ve told anyone this but-”
He pauses and diverts his gaze, mindlessly focusing on the next uninteresting thing he can spot on the ground. He’s hesitating to spit out what he’s about to confess, although he’s practically stripped himself down naked and spilled his guts out in front of chad by now so fuck it. Might as well.
“The day after I got out my coma I signed a DNR.”
“What?”
Chad finally speaks up. The confession snaps him out from his uncharacteristic silence.
“Yes I know it’s stupid, yes I’m a cowardly bi-”
Robert lifts his gaze to meet Chad’s. Bright orange glow cutting through the dim night sky. They pierce straight into Robert, agitated and… frightened?
“Oh shit, um.”
He stammers. “Fuck. Guess I’m drunker than I thought. Sorry for putting all of this on you, Chad. you didn’t need to know any of this. Real unprofessional of me.”
Chad steps forward, shrinking the distance between them. Robert shudders as warm hands firmly grip both side his face. Chad’s confidence falters for a moment at the sight of those doe eyes widening. What the actual fuck am I doing?
“Listen, Mecha di- Robert. Look at me. We need you here. Fucking ugh—I need you. The fuck are any of us gonna do without your flat ass?”
The gap is fully gone now. Before he can argue, Robert is pulled into a tight, comfortable embrace. It’s unreasonably pleasant. Like he’s wrapped into a very warm weighted blanket. Robert can’t help but melt into it and sigh.
“Bitch. You better not fucking leave us. Not with that old fart to be our only dispatcher.”
He’s met with stunned silence for a moment until Chad feels faint vibrations resonate through his chest as Robert softly giggles.
“Don’t think I’m only talking about you as a fucking dispatcher. You are so infuriatingly fucking good It pisses me off. You’re telling me you threw your scrawny ass into a bar fight to help us while you had a fucking DNR hanging over your head? Fuck, I almost killed you that night.”
The taller man leans down to lightly bury his face in a head of windswept auburn hair.
“It’s alright Flambae, really. Just water under the bridge-”
“Oh fuck off Bob bob, cut it out with that shit. It’s getting real fucking old.”
Chad tightens the hug a bit. Robert is still processing what’s happening right now, but the warmth in combination with the scent of smoke and firewood emanating from Chad is making it real hard to think. He’s pretty sure he can faintly smell some spices that he probably doesn’t know the names of.
“You- you need to tell us about this shit, yeah? Let me—let us help you for once.”
The pair stay still together in each other’s arms for the next several minutes, Chad’s thumb lightly tracing circles on Robert’s back.
“Don’t let it get to your head bitch.”
…
“We’re revoking that fucking DNR first thing in the morning, okay?”
“…’Kay.”
Courtesy of Love
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demoman holding a cutie patootie (commissioned by pyro.vision in IG)
Never be me, accidentally forgot to turn on Cloud on Csp, and now all my artworks are erased from my tablet💀
Though it's my fault for being reckless in uninstalling it and not checking the cloud first.
Sucks because I was almost done with my latest artwork 😭🙏🙏
Time to redraw it...hopefully :'))