#dispatch self ship

[silcosbunny]

he's telling her about stocks (she zoned out about ten minutes ago) 📈

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[dazzlen-the-clown]

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Mass selfship incident in dowtown Los Angeles! Send all your heroes!

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[snazzyrattm]

Would y’all fw me posting my yumeship oc x canon fanfiction here. Is this a safe space.

[happyhounddeliveries]

Hello ! 𐔌*ˊᵕˋ*𐦯 if you're alright could you possibly write a letter from Prism/Alice from dispatch about how she's proud of how much better her girlfriends taking care of herself with eating, going outside and actually communicating with people instead of shutting herself inside out of fear ?

Ive been selfshipping with her and imagining her cheering me on has been helping me with my confidence issues a lot (｡•́ ̫ •̀｡)

**There's always something going on for a hero, but a busy schedule has never stopped a heartfelt message from finding its way to the heart it's meant for. Your letter arrives with the sound of a wagging tail bumping the door and a "WOOF!" that announces your delivery!**

My Love,

I’ve been watching you, quietly, softly, the way sunlight watches the morning, just to see how you’re growing, how you’re trying, how you’re beginning to treat yourself with a tenderness you’ve always deserved.

And I want you to know, I am so incredibly proud of you.

You’ve been taking steps that once felt impossible. You’ve been letting yourself eat when your body whispers that it needs it. I see the courage in that, yes, courage, because choosing to care for yourself is one of the bravest things a person can do. Every small meal, every moment you listen to what your body asks for, it means something. It matters. You matter.

And when you open the door and step outside, I swear the world brightens just a little. You’re letting yourself breathe fresh air again, letting your feet carry you somewhere instead of staying locked behind walls built from fear. I know how heavy that fear can be. I know how loud it gets. But you’ve been pushing through anyway, even when your hands shake. That resilience, that’s pure magic.

You’re talking to people again, too. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not without nerves, but you’re trying, and I want you to feel how incredible that is. Letting yourself connect, letting yourself be seen, letting yourself exist in the world instead of hiding from it, I’m honored that I get to witness that. I’m honored that you let me witness you.

You might think these are small things, but they’re not. They’re proof that you’re choosing life, even piece by piece, even on the days when it feels slow or strange or fragile. None of your progress is too little. None of it goes unnoticed.

I love you, not for the steps you take, not for the improvements you make, but because of who you are. But I am proud of you for learning to love yourself even a fraction as much as I do.

And I’m here, always. If you get scared again, if you feel like you’re slipping, if the world feels too loud or your mind too heavy, come to me. Let me hold your hands, steady your breath, and remind you of how far you’ve come.

You’re doing beautifully, my darling. And I’m not going anywhere.

Yours always, Alice

[happyhounddeliveries]

ouygghhh this blog is so cute ^_^ can i get a romantic letter from robert robertson from dispatch? thank you in advance!

**You hear the sound of paws coming upstairs as the mail slot opens and a message slides through. With the job done, a crackle of a radio, and a dutiful **Woof!!** announces your delivery! The envelope has a coffee mug ring staining it...**

Hello,

Figured I'd write-mostly to prove I still know how to form full sentences that don't start with "Dispatch, what's your emergency?" It's quieter these days. Quieter than I'm used to, anyway. You don't realize how much you miss the hum of radios and half-heard chatter until it's gone. I guess that's life in a way huh? You move into these phases, and even if one didn't necessarily make you happy you still find yourself missing it sometimes.

But at the same time, I've been sleeping a bit better. Drinking less coffee, more water. Turns out both taste terrible after midnight, but one makes my hands shake a lot less.

Sometimes I still hear the phone ring when it's not, though. Guess that's normal after so many nights of answering calls that weren't meant to be mine to fix. But I'm getting better at letting go of the ones I can't control. There's always another voice out there ready to take the line — I just hope they've got steadier hands than I did. I also hope that whatever you're dealing with these days, you'll find the same thing happening as you get a little better. Not the anxiety thing, I mean...Just that it gets easier little by little.

Anyway, I'm fine. Really. I even started going outside again — not just the walk from the car to the station door. There's a coffee cart down the block that knows my name now. Progress, right?

Hope things on your end are a little less chaotic. And if not, well… remember to breathe before you answer the call.

Take care of yourself, Rob

[happyhounddeliveries]

hi!! this blog is such a cute idea thank you for doing this for the community !! could I perhaps get a letter from my dearest Malevola (from the game Dispatch!!) thank you !!!

**The faint smell of sulfur tinges the air, a *whoosh* of magic and warmth fill room and you hear a cheerful "WOOF!!" announce your delivery! The letter is unassuming, but a faint ghostly screech echoes as it opens**

Hi Babe~

It’s me, you-know-who, 

I have to be for real, I can’t stress how inconvenient being in love is. Do you know how crazy it can feel being like this?

I don’t do “sweet” easily. My tail flicks, my horns itch to hit something, my sword always thirsts for battle. But here’s the truth: when I’m with you, I want less battle and more… normalcy. You’re a crazy disaster I could never have anticipated, and one I could never hope to handle. Which is an even crazier thing to say considering all the other disasters happening all the time. I tried to resist, truly. I can hop from one end of existence to the other trying to distract myself from the stupid, fluttery thoughts. But somehow, every time I step through one, it’s your face I see waiting on the other side. You’ve done the impossible: made my infernal heart skip beats it didn’t even have. When you call my name, my magic goes fuzzy. My tail curls. My wings twitch. I start smiling like an idiot, which is ruining my image! Demons don’t smile! It’s honestly embarrassing.

Honestly? I think If I could bottle the way you make me feel, I’d probably blow up an entire continent by accident. But I’d still do it again because every spark, every ounce of chaos, would be worth it if it means I get to see you blush the way you do. So! Enough talking about it. I’ll bring the wine. You bring that dangerous grin, and we’ll see where the night takes us, hm? Yours,

Malevola