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[paradoxlemonade]

I did some voice acting and audio mixing :D the original animatic was done by @niechys, who said that anyone who wanted to take a crack at the sound could :]

The Mecha Pilot Jazz AU belongs to @keferon, and the animatic was based on a ficlet by @sightseertrespasser.

[paradoxlemonade]

Your blorbo is your...

Sweetie who deserves nice things (you will give them nice things)

Sweetie who deserves nice things (you are putting them in the torment nexus)

Awful nasty guy (you will give them nice things)

Awful nasty guy (you are putting them in the torment nexus)

Voting ended onJan 10

no nuance no alternatives just pick an answer and justify it

[paradoxlemonade]

Hi writing workshop professor. Yes I am writing about robots and gender politics again. Yeah

[paradoxlemonade]

No actually I'm with the boomers on this one. Why tf would you want to buy brand new clothing with holes in it? I could mostly excuse it with jeans since denim is at least a sturdy fabric and the structural integrity of the rest of the garment is more or less intact. But tshirts???? Sweaters?????? Those are already more fragile, why in hell would I want them to have MORE weak points????? For the same brand-new price as something that will last years longer??? Fuck that shit

[paradoxlemonade]

Someone Please Put Prism Out Of Her Misery (467 words) by 50Lizardsinatrenchcoat

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Dispatch (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Flambae | Chad/Robert Robertson | Mecha Man

Characters: Prism | Alice (Dispatch), Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Flambae | Chad (Dispatch)

Additional Tags: Best Friends Flambae | Chad & Prism | Alice (Dispatch), Wingman Prism | Alice (Dispatch), She'd be an awful wingman for anyone but these two motherfuckers, Pov prism | Alice (dispatch), Pining, Belligerent Sexual Tension, Oblivious Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Tsundere Flambae | Chad (Dispatch), Prism | Alice is so done (Dispatch), Post-Canon, Humor, Ficlet

Summary:

Prism has watched Flambae pine over Robert for way too long. She's finally decided to do something about it.

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My bestie @wildforest made me play dispatch and I wrote a lil thing for her but y'all can read it too ig (/silly). Enjoy!

The Z-team had convened at a bar (luckily not one they were likely to start a major fight in this time) and Prism was on a mission. Her bestie had been dropping increasingly desperate hints and she was going to rip off her ears if she had to listen to his whining a moment longer. Flambae had long since left finesse at the door and it still wasn't enough—Prism was just finally tipsy enough to do something about it.

Their stupid dispatcher (whom her heart decided to care about without her input, thanks) had stepped back from their raucous party for a moment. Flambae had been laying the flirting on thick, but it was in his usual style. Frequently mean, occasionally raunchy, and apparently too subtle for Robert to pick up on.

Robert's gaze was focused on the group, but soft in its intensity. Ugh, how the hell was Flambae not managing to pull this heart-on-his-sleeve dumbass?

He noticed her stalking over, expression growing quizzical as he lowered his glass of pisswater beer from his lips. She flicked her shades up to her forehead so he could see her glare.

Once they were close enough together to talk over the music, he asked, "What have I done this time?"

Prism snorted. "Oh, nothing—and that's just the problem. Dumbass."

"Uh huh. Care to elaborate on that?"

She took a deep breath in through her nose. She wasn't questioning her bestie's taste, honest. "You," She said, jabbing him in the chest with one sharply manicured finger, "Are one dense motherfucker." His drink sloshed a little.

Before Robert had a chance to shoot back, Prism kept going. "You see my bestie over there?" She gestured at Flambae, who'd noticed them talking. He sneered when they made eye contact and made a point of turning back to the conversation. Bitch wasn't hiding the growing flush highlighted on his cheekbones. 

"...What about him?"

Prism grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in closer. "He wants to fuck you so bad it's making him look stupid." 

Robert spluttered, but she kept going. "His pining is driving me insane. So you need to either tell him you're not interested or nail him to the motherfucking wall. Got it?" She let go and slugged him in the shoulder. "Good talk!" With that, she left him and went back to the table. 

If that conversation ended up not working, her next plan was to lock them in a closet together and pray they actually rip each other's clothes off instead of ripping each other apart.

(When they come into work the next day with Flambae in an uncharacteristic good mood and Robert finally relaxed, she damn near cheers that the pining is over. Unfortunately, she hadn't predicted Robert reciprocating Flambae's on-the-job flirtation.)

(Goddamnit.)

[paradoxlemonade]

Imagine if there was a ghost and a zombie that came from the same original living person. Would that be fucked up or what

[paradoxlemonade]

hey so the human patch notes just came out and they've released a new emotion called turbobad. it's like a regular bad but much faster. Yeah no it's not optional. sorry