#indie dispatch rp

[voicestold]

indie multimuse ft muses from various video games, anime, tv series, and movies.

novella writer. 25+. please read rules before following!

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[vsagis]

indie midoriya izuku of my hero academia. / mutuals only. selective. as written by alex (21+, gmt+1, english as second language). minors dni. primarily villain au & secondary canon verse. featuring: canon & canon divergent verses, to be hero x au, dispatch au, & more.

a story on: arson, murder, and jaywalking, batman grabs a gun, beware the nice ones, despair event horizon, the unchosen one, & yin-yang bomb.

WE ALL PRETEND TO BE THE HEROES ON THE GOOD SIDE ( BUT WHAT IF WE’RE THE VILLAINS ON THE OTHER? )

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[iconaclysm]

to be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once. [ ✱ ] a [ non-canon & crossover-friendly ] darth revan of bioware & lucasart's star wars: knights of the old republic shaped by meatbag since 2013. [ read rules before following. ]

[lonelycanonheathens]

Open to M/F/NB Plot: Robert finally caved and bought a bed. Not for himself, but for your muse. Potential Relations: Either you've been dating for a bit, or you've been fucking around for a bit but are too chicken shit to admit there are feelings. (Fellow Dispatch muses are a plus~)

Robert's tiny ass studio apartment didn't really have the space for a lot. The futon Mandy and Chase got him and the chair he had had been all he'd thought he needed. The futon wasn't even something he considered he needed. Much less a whole ass bed. Sleeping on the floor was just fine for him. And up until now with a regular paycheck from SDN and stuff, all his money had been filtered into his suit upkeep.

But lately that had changed. The other had been coming over to his more often, sometimes staying the night and while he had no problems sleeping on the futon or the floor, he didn't like making the other. So he'd finally...bought a bed. And not just a mattress to put on the floor. Bed frame and everything. Beds were stupid expensive and he remembered one of the many reasons he hadn't bought one so far, but at least the other could sleep comfortably if they stayed over the whole night.

And either way, Beef loved the new bed.

"I'm aware it takes up most of the room," Robert said when he let them in to the apartment. Because it did. Most of the living space was now...the bed. "But it's not like I had much else in here anyway."

[chvtterbcx]

open to: all. — dispatch muses heavily encouraged for this plot. muse: herman / waterboy. plot: he brings your muse a donut.

herm couldn't say he'd ever seen a shift go so sideways before. it was as though murphy's law had decided to take effect today.

everyone on the z-team seemed to be in terrible moods, and the morale was low because of it. he was particularly anxious today, because he didn't want to set anyone off. though he was no longer working in janitorial services at SDN, he still tried to mop up every puddle of water he left on the floor in between duty calls, tried to stay out of everyone's way, and kept his mouth shut for the most part so that he couldn't possibly be seen as a nuisance.

he wanted to try and do something nice for his team in an attempt to boost their moods. something that people couldn't possibly be upset at him for; something that he couldn't fuck up somehow. so, he spent one of his breaks going to granny's donut shop to pick up an assortment of donuts for his team — making sure that the box wouldn't disintegrate beneath his wet palms — and brought it back to the conference room.

he trudged over to one particularly distressed colleague with a chocolate-frosted donut balanced atop a large wad of paper towels. his stomach felt like a wet knot of nerves, hoping his good gesture would go appreciated rather than scrutinized, like everything else he did.

"h-hey!" herm's shaky voice was a little quieter than usual, as if he were worried that he would disturb them if he spoke too loud. "i, um... i think this is-... well, i overheard you mention your favorite donut, t-two days ago, and... you look like you're maybe- no, definitely having a, uh, bad day."

he held the donut out like it was a peace offering, a lopsided and anxious smile seated upon his face. the bottom of the donut was slightly bloated and looked mildly soggy, as though he'd had it on a single napkin before he realized that he'd soaked right through the paper just a little too late, and then went overkill with paper towels so he couldn't ruin the donut any further.

second-guessing his choice of sweet treat, he glanced down to the donut in his hands and said, "b-but if i got it wrong, i... i got more! they're, um, in the-... on the table in, uh, the c-conference room...!"

[mxchamxn]

"Oh, you're tellin' me you're not referencing - who says 'claim'?"

"I do motherfucker. I'm not referencing shit."

Indie Robert Robertson ask/rp blog from the series Dispatch Mun is 28+ with 16 years rp experience Crossover, OC, Dupe, Multi-ship, and multi-verse friendly. Dispatched by Mike (he/him) Semi-selective/ would prefer followers to at least be 18+

"That's a Mecha Man original."

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[h4rdhead]

-- -- I DID UNSPEAKABLE THINGS IN THAT ALLEY.

@h4rdhead - indie punch up from ad/hoc's dispatch as loved by bun. sideblog to @/m0dernmech. 18+

[lighthearteds]

OPEN: anyone in a verse where powers/magic exists. PLOT: my muse can only go invisible when she's holding her breath. she's stealing something from your muse. yup, that's it. MUSE: visi. she/her. late 20s. thief. villain ( depending on verse )

god, she's really gotta quit smoking. holding her breath, probably turning blue, if you could see her, but of course, you can't. that's kind of the whole point of literally turning invisible—makes it so damn easy to slip her fingers in Y/M's pocket/purse/bag/whatever the fuck and attempt to steal their [ insert item ]. keyword being 'attempt'. visi doesn't get very far; it's those goddamn cigarettes. with a wheeze, she returns to the visible world. right in front of her mark. eyes widen a fraction, more surprised by her own incompetence than being caught. " oof. bad timing, " she says simply, like that explains it all, why her hands in the cookie jar; damn, speaking of cookies, she's starving. no wonder she was so sloppy.