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Indie RP blog Robert Robertson III of Dispatch

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Active Indie RP Blog for the character Robert Robertson III of Adhoc's telltale game: Dispatch. A "normie" human in a world of superheroes, he's nonetheless built a superhero career for himself as the third generation of mech pilots. His grandfather pioneered the role of Mecha Man, before dying in the first mech. His father would take on the mantle, rebuilding the mech and taking on the code-name Astral before dying in the line of duty as well, leaving Robert to take on the role at the tender age of 11. An modest inheritance and insurance payout could only last so long before the maintenance and upkeep of the mech suit ran Robert into financial ruin. A disastrous run in with his foe Shroud and the Red Ring, one explosion later, and resulting coma pushed Robert into premature retirement. That was until the superhero Blonde Blazer recruited Robert to the Superhero Dispatch Network, where he's able to use his intellect, leadership and hacking abilities to dispatch heroes in the field. ((post episode 8, I have him go to therapy, so if anyone has advice on that or wants to rp that, lmk))

Real name: Robert Robertson III Aliases: Mecha Man, (Mecha Man Blue) Relatives: Robert "Robbie" Robertson II† (father) Robert "Bobby" Robertson I† (grandfather) Blonde Blazer (girlfriend; determinant) Affiliation- Phoenix ProgramSDN OccupationSDN dispatcher, Superhero

Biographical information Date of birth- Unknown/Before 1999Place of birth-Chicago, IL Physical information Species-Human Gender- Cis-Male Hair color- Auburn Eye color- Brown Height: 5'10"- 5'11" roughly. According to this Sexuality - Bisexual/pan distinguishing traits: freckles, scars across much of his body, and a missing chunk out of his right ear. Powers/Abilities: maturity. emotional intelligence hand to hand combat, master hacker, master engineer, pain resistance, tactician.

Mecha Man Armor Capabilities: Robert Robertson doesn't possess any innate powers; instead, he uses the mecha armor, which grants him super strength, durability, endurance, and a variety of weapons and projectiles.

Superhuman Strength: Mecha Man's strength while inside the suit is greatly amplified. He can easily fight against more than 3 superpowered villains and manage to make Toxic heavily injured from a single stomp/punt.

Superhuman Durability: Mecha Man can withstand immense conditions, including superhuman blows, acid-based attacks, falling from very high altitude, bullets, and electric-based attacks.

Enhanced Speed: Mecha Man moves faster than an average human through the use of the jetpack. He easily catches up to Toxic while he was sent flying after getting hit.

Flight: Mecha Man is capable of flying with the use of the jetpacks.

Weapon Summoning: Mecha Man can summon many weapons from his armor. This includes plasma weapons, projectiles, and is not limited to a variety of different explosives.

Energy Projection: Mecha Man can channel and project energy with his armor.

Energy Beam Emission: Mecha Man can project a beam of energy at specific targets, enough to damage Shroud's spider armor.

Barrier Generation: Mecha Man can generate an energy barrier around himself, which grants protection and deflects firearms shooting at it for a limited time.

[xunreinx]

-your own age.

It is with the greatest effort of will that Conner doesn't burst out laughing. Was that what the issue was? Was Robert having a crisis over the fact he was some "skeezy old man chasing a bit of cheeky young tail"? If it wasn't for the extensive training he'd had to deal with gossip rags trying to startle something "real" out of him, Conner might have done just that. Instead he gently sets down his fork, licks the bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth, and puts on the flash pan smile he saves for a really bitchy Lex.

"Just so I'm clear,' the way he's talking is a warning, business casual at best. Going to hurt your feelings at worse. "You want to break it off with me because I should be dating people my own age.'

Now the real question Conner has, is if Robert has done any sort of research. Because what he's saying, with those pretty green tint lenses obscuring his eyesight is not what he means. What he means is he's let his jealousy get the better of him after it's apparently tag teamed his depression and self depreciation. A cage match truly, with tables, ladders, chairs, and a feather duster just to spice things up. A hand lifts before Robert speaks, because no really, that's not how that should have been phrased.

"Robert... I can't date people my own age, they're in the first grade.' Test tube baby, speed grown, force fed philosophy and morality, all to take over for Big Blue in case he turned on humanity. Six and a half years ago. "I date people I can relate to, but if you want to feel like the dirty old man you've really dug in and pulled out a diamond.'

He's actually upset, it surprises him because just a moment ago this had been funny. Yeah he'd felt bad for upsetting Robert for yammering on and on, but then the reason was just- No. And if Robert thought being in public would save him a scene he was mistaken. Conner had the best PR team money could buy.

"The only thing you're holding me back from is a nice evening out with my old man after waiting weeks to have time off together.' Fork's picked back up, pasta and bit of asparagus pierced. "You can speak now.'

[yoursdndispatcher]

There's the squeal of ceramic being scraped forcibly against metal as Robert pushes his plate away from himself. Right... The cloning thing... Because how could anyone forget? It's constantly brought up in terms of a glowing achievement, or a caveat depending on Luthor's purposes at the time. It's assigned to Kon as a damn personality trait, and he sees far less resistance to that than he'd like: and the short answer to that is that should have been quashed to nothing from the onset. If Robert had been there, the first person to utter such things would be missing all of their eye-teeth. It's all a distraction. He can see Kon is just trying to undercut his point, and he won't allow it. ❝You know exactly what I mean, Conner,❞ he says speaking out of turn. ❝Physiologically your age.❞ His tone lowers even further. ❝Psychologically… emotionally.❞

It doesn't escape him that Kon is pissed. And not the loud, petty, almost petty kind of pissed, but a strain that he's yet to have witnessed. One that is almost eerily quiet. It's like he can feel the pressure building like the amassing of a storm, and it's gonna just continue amassing and coalescing until the breaking point. So really, are they gonna have it out on this lovely day on the street, in the sun amid all these passers by? That's the last thing they need. He suspects the one thing that might diffuse it is to ask Conner what he really thinks... What he REALLY feels about Tim. He believes Conner when he says nothing has happened. Honestly, he does. So why does he not want to hear the answers? ❝You wanna go hang out with your dad-❞ which ever dad he meant in this case. ❝You go ahead and do that, I won't stop you. Go have fun glued to your phone texting your... buddies while they try to ask you how the past month has gone by.❞

[yoursdndispatcher]

@whxtequxxn asked:

(❆)🗣

❝Holy shit, that's a lot of skin-❞

Robert is aghast at himself. He has no idea what possessed him to say that out loud, but it's out there. The proverbial bell cannot un-ring, and the awful blunt, lecherous truth is just out there now, ready to cause all sorts of havoc. Why was he even LOOKING, huh? Didn't anyone raise him right? His guilt and self-loathing know no bounds.

❝Um... sorry. I mean... uh...❞ He rubs the back of his neck as he backs away, eyes averted to the ground, the sky- something in the vague middle-distance. A lot of skin, and a lot of white. Silk, leather, furs and diamonds are all part of a very posh spectrum, all of it too rich for his blood anyway. ❝Did you need direction to the uh office?❞

[yoursdndispatcher]

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[yoursdndispatcher]

more people should hear robert moan their names during a butt-dial.

[yoursdndispatcher]

What Are You Afraid Of ?

Bold any fears which apply. Italize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark  ⋆  fire  ⋆  open  water  ⋆  deep  water  ⋆  being  alone  ⋆  crowds  ⋆  confined  spaces  ⋆  open  spaces  ⋆  war  ⋆  failure  ⋆  loss of control  ⋆  powerlessness  ⋆  prison  ⋆  blood  ⋆  drowning  ⋆  suffocation  ⋆  public  speaking  ⋆  forest  ⋆  the  supernatural  ⋆  heights  ⋆  loss  ⋆  dying  ⋆ death  ⋆  love  ⋆  intimacy  ⋆  rejection  ⋆  abandonment  ⋆  the  unknown ⋆  the  future  ⋆not being good enough  ⋆  scary  stories  ⋆  speaking  to  new  people  ⋆  poverty  ⋆  loud  noises  ⋆  lack  of  noise  ⋆  being  touched  ⋆  forgetting  ⋆  insects  ⋆  dogs  ⋆  snakes  ⋆ illness  ⋆  doctors  ⋆  thunder  storms  ⋆  being  watched  ⋆  eyes  ⋆  being vulnerable  ⋆  needles  or  pointed  objects  ⋆  clowns  ⋆  mirrors  ⋆  isolation  ⋆  shouting  ⋆  change / fear of change

tagged by - @voicestold and @dispatcherrr3 tysm! tagging - @celerem , @baeflame , @argentarrogance , @bellytochin , @apotheotica , @macabrehunter , @circuitboardskin , @exoplanetological , @fevvor , @inkdevourer , @xunreinx , @fvzzyelf , @starboipersona , @ncverdie , and anyone else who sees this

[yoursdndispatcher]

starboipersona asked:

When his cell phone rang and Robert's number appeared, Kon assumed it was an emergency. Clock read 12:42 am, an hour that was reserved for conversations or help. The receiver button was pressed, a 'yellow' said playfully in greeting. No response back except for the sound of breathing. At first, he thought it was a butt-dial and was about to hang up when he heard it. 'Konnn'. Not in question, request, or even hurt. It sounded.... erotic. Nosy and having been pulled in now, Kon listened heard to the other sounds in the background of that call as he lay on his back in bed and tried to figure out what was going on.

@starboipersona

Robert hadn't meant to pick someone up.... Or rather, to be picked up. He'd just locked eyes with someone in the crowd. A mop of dark hair, blue eyes... he even had a sole piercing on his left ear. The height was wrong.... Only six foot one, if he was an inch. Not that he was comparing. Only 6'1 he thinks - like it's to the detriment of whatever this moment has culiminated into. He's gorgeous, and he sees something in the way Robert's eye roves over him and he let his gaze roam back. ❝I like your ear art thing,❞ the stranger says. Ugh, don't do that. He doesn't realize what the dark haired guy means until long after, but after that conversation is at a minimum. They head to the guy's place, a cheap apartment in a run down building constructed at the height of the 2-story dingbat building craze. The rundown aesthetic of yesteryear's optimism somehow fits the mood as he undresses the handsome stranger and begins having his way with him. They don't even fully undress for the act. It's just rough handjobs and curt, frenzied kisses... A terse discussion of lube and protection and he's in. The curly mop of hair is tossed against the couch cushions as Robert pushes in and builds a pace. What ultimately breaks him is the expression the man makes as he's buffeted against the fabric of the couch.... the noises he makes... It's so very easy to fall into the delusion, and his body slips fully into the fantasy despite his mind having one foot planted firmly in reality. ❝Kon,❞ he purrs. He doesn't even hear himself. ❝Kon.... Conner.... Conner....❞

[ladybrohawkeye]

She puts a pin in the thought, they can talk about her bitey nature and his quick reaction to it when they're clear of the danger. It does, however, get bookmarked very close to the top of her list. A little bit of vomit wasn't going to deter her from bringing it back up at a more appropriate time.

Luckily she's been in enough gross situations that she doesn't flinch away from his heaving, not something she can say for the others at the party. There's a high pitched scream somewhere in the back, Kate assumes the owner of the fancy building caught wind of what was happening in the very middle of her ego trip party.

Kate continues apologizing, hustling him through the door and out into the street before anyone can question them. If they even wanted to with the mix of stomach acid, champagne, and caviar spewing from between his fingers.

Once they're far enough out, she releases him and gives what she hopes is a soothing rub at his back while he gets himself back into control. The fabric of her dress stretches over her hips and thighs as she crouches next to him. "If you can make it to my car I have water, c'mon-"

It only takes a moment to make it, and before he can say anything else she has a fresh bottle of water uncapped and held out to him. "Swish and spit. I also have gum if you need it, champ. That was a good show, though I bet Blazers gonna get a nasty email about us. We'll, about you. I promise not to tell the z team about it since you took the fall for me."

At that point she's just trying to distract him.

"And I know I said tacos, but since I owe you one you can pick something else. Has to be good, though."

Her heels are already abandoned in her car, ratty sneakers snugly on her feet instead. She watches the paleness of his face smooth, his shoulders relaxing and his breath evening out. The fact that he so willingly put himself through it makes her heart soften a bit.

"Sorry about ruining caviar for you. Seems like you liked it," she murmurs, her fingers picking at a loose thread on the hem of her skirt, "Just don't want me dad's shit to follow me here, he has this tendency to destroy the things I care about. Maybe that's where I get it from."

[yoursdndispatcher]

In a way, this simplifies things a lot, Robert things as he shakes off his hand that had handled some of the sick, and he inspects his clothes for signs of uh… drippage and spatter. Looks like he's in the mostly in the clear… in more ways than one.

Namely, that he's pretty sure there's no coming back sexually from seeing someone vomit on cue. So yeah… Might not be fun or sexy, but this makes things better in the long run. Or so, he figures.

He's still kinda coming down from the experience. The vomiting, that is. There's a lot the body goes through in the process of uh evacuating food through the esophagus. His brain supplies tons of factoids in this inopportune moment and he has to refrain from info-dumping on Kate as she sits with him and then guides him to the car.

Did you know vomiting is a defense mechanism that we gradually lose as we reach adulthood? Did you know other mammals have a more complex and active vomiting reflex than humans? But horses can't vomit at all.

His brain is just an endless mire of ❛did you knows❜ that hinder rather than help the situation.

He takes the water thankfully and takes a swig, swishes it around his mouth and spits it out onto the curb. He does it again for good measure- his tooth enamel can thank him later, and then swallows a gulp, which settles the burning in this throat. The rest, he empties out onto his soiled hand, and then he starts feeling human again.

❝Thanks,❞ he says in a rough, patchy voice. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. ❝Oh shit- did you want some?❞ he frowns at the empty bottle. Once inside the car, he puts it in a cupholder. He'll toss it when he exits the car again and takes a stick of gum.

❝Nah its good. I'm not in the right tax-bracket to acquire cravings for that shit anyway. I'll take tacos over that anytime.❞ He thinks of birria tacos- normally his favorite- and gets a little green again. ❝Yeah… maybe not tacos,❞ he agrees. Definitely take a rain check on the whole topic.

❝So… um… yeah.... Dad stuff.... I get it. I don't agree about... you inheriting that part- but yeah... I get it,❞ he says, watching as she ditches the heels in favor of ratty old sneakers. It's... a weird sight. As bizarre as it is oddly charming... Indelible, it would turn out, but in the moment, he just smiles wanly.

❝I'm thinking this night needs a hard reset, don't you?❞

[bellytochin]

Malevola scowls at her dad, whose smile only widens when Robert then asks. Her old man shrugs in response, but there's a twinkle in his eyes that speaks volumes that he just really wants to brag about her.

An insufferable manchild her dad was.

"I'm just working on controlling my ability of possession." Malevola sniffs, crossing her arms over her chest as annoyance knits her brows together. "I haven't been trying it out in the field, I've been practicing on my siblings."

Because even so, possession could be handy. If a villain was refusing to listen, she could just possess them and essentially make them do whatever she wanted. Could walk right up to police and get the guy arrested without even having to raise a finger to beat the villain's face in.

Since it was still in workshop, though, Malevola still couldn't hold her target for very long; she had to make sure that she had full control. Plus, an ability like this would require her to be sent with someone else, just so they could keep an eye on her body once the possession took hold.

As dangerous as it was useful.

"Don't you two have anything better to chat about? Like humoring my dad and telling him how I'm doing at work so he can find even more things to boast about?"

Her dad perks right up, threading his hands together and he looms over Robert, his mind back on track to the original topic and agreement for what was decided. He did, after all, put Robert back down on the ground so they could discuss Malevola.

"She's right!" He chirps, tail flicking once. "I was promised stories and I wanna hear stories!!"

[yoursdndispatcher]

Now he's kinda glad he pulled the dick move of ganging up on Malevola to get that information. That's definitely an ability that he and the team should know about. Practicing on siblings with similar demony powers and tolerances is one thing. It's a whole other matter to unleash this ability onto the normies of Torrance... She's representing SDN and that possession power becomes SDN's possession power. And liability. ❝Gonna have to clear this with Blazer and legal,❞ he says, rubbing his chin as he tries to foresee all the hurdles and benefits. ❝Would it work the next time we got a kaiju situation on our hands?❞ Golem can't adopt them all, though he might try. And if the Red Ring ever rose up and did something... yeah. He wouldn't stop her from possessing a few of those guys, especially if it kept someone like Toxic from going on a spree... Fuck those guys. Fuck that guy in particular. As for everything else... Consent would be a big factor in this... He's sure the team would be on board, no questions asked. And for that, they have a new strategy to employ. He's always wanted to bust out a bit of castling in a field situation, he just never knew how that'd come about... Something to ponder about.

❝No civilians. No normal humans... ❞ While he's in this bubble, pondering ethics and all that, he doesn't realize that the other two have moved on from the subject until something blocks the light, and he realizes Malevola's dad has crept up behind him, like some giant fucking ninja. Robert looks back at what cast the shadow on him, and jumps a foot in the air. ❝JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.❞

[olympusgods]

If she did not work as hard as she did, she would have liked to get a dog. Tamsin could not, in good faith, adopt an animal when she spent most of her waking hours in the med-bay — sometimes, even, sleeping on her couch when she was too tired to get home.

Seeing Beef was a bright spot in her day. Robert too, even if she did not know him very well. Maybe she would bake some pet biscuits for Beef tonight, she decided. She tended to bring treats for the office — donuts or muffins or cinnamon rolls or cookies — at least once a week. Beef deserved something nice too, did he not?

“Hanging in there, huh? Anything I can do to give you a better handhold? Sorry, bad joke — pun? Either way, that was not good. The offer was genuine, though! Anything I can do to make things a little bit brighter for you, Robert?”

Unable to hear the warning in Robert’s mind, she continued to lavish Beef with love and attention from the top of his head to gentle pets on his belly, clearly overjoyed to have the animal on her lap.

Animals tended to trust her; it was the aura around her, she thought, the healing waves that emanated from her body without her control or consent. It had no off switch, nor did her empathy for pain, and she knew better than to complain. If her presence could make living beings feel better, it was worth the chronic fatigue that came with it.

“The plants? Oh, yes! They’re me! I wanted to look for something that wouldn’t harm animals that came to visit, but I also thought we could use some life in here! I have more plants in my office. Actually, in the med-bay too. I always figured you can’t heal well in a place that looks too hospitaly, so I wanted to make it feel more like a home. Comfier beds, privacy screens, fun colors on the walls that aren’t too bright as to hurt the eyes. All that fun stuff! I like the idea of a space being clean and cozy to heal in, and then the plants throughout the building are just a pop of color and life, so,” she rambled, stopping herself before she could go further, “you didn’t need to know all that. Sorry.”

Enough about her, though. She had never been good at focusing on herself.

“Have you decorated your little cubical thingie much yet? I can get you some stuff for it if you want!”

[yoursdndispatcher]

He chuckles softly ❝What, are you SDN's charm offensive?❞ he jokes. It's quite a nice change from dealing with Z-team who formed what in effect was a full-court press to scare Robert permanently off the job. Some were even doing double-time in an effort to dissuade their dispatcher from sticking around, like… what, were they expecting to be able to dispatch THEMSELVES? What kind of reform was that?

It only takes a minute to greet another dispatcher or hero in the hall for him to remember that most people- even at SDN, are nice and normal - aliens and giant mascot costumes notwithstanding.

And never factor Beef out of the equation. He's such a hit, it's shameful, and he gets to be known as the proud Dog Dad of the office… Sure beats being the Doughnut Fetish guy. If he knew how gaga everyone would be over the little chihuahua, he'd fancy himself as having foresight.

But no, it's all just a happy accident. Beef wiggles and stretches, exposing more of his belly to the healer. As far as he's concerned, this is great. He's out in the sun, and every new person he meets is his favorite person. Tasmin is his among his favorite favorites, and his tired, strained little joints feel fantastic, which is clear when the little chocker extends his little legs and wiggles his toes in delight.

Robert would snap a pic if he could, but its really not the time.

All the cozy stuff is Tasmin. As Robert had thought. He nods and leans back against the weighted table with his arms loosely crossed. ❝Sounds like SDN allows you a lot of autonomy. That must be nice.❞

And she uses it to make everyone else comfortable… The thought sticks out conspicuously before it's filed away in a neat little corner in his mind. ❝Oh no… I haven't- and don't … No, that's not necessary, but thank you,❞ he says quickly to the offer. He hasn't put much thought into it. Even if he did have enough stuff to fill up his cubicle, he figures it wouldn't be his style. He can't imagine what he'd even do, where to start. As he told Royd when the super-genius looked on, aghast at his empty apartment- it's not bare. It's minimalism.

❝Hey, waitaminnit. You have your own office?❞ He's never seen it. He just assumed she was always on call, and used the med-bay as her office. In hindshight, he should have known. Where is she coming and going to, if not the office and med-bay on an all day loop?

[anon-nee]

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someone requested Rob in the mechaman suit and I READ THAT as "only the slutty undersuit pls" and ran... Also I went with the shitty AD idea only to make it look less empty, do not hound me on the logic,..... I just wanted to draw his abs and floofy hair.

[yoursdndispatcher]

apotheotica asked:

"hey, bobby. robert." alex's used to calling any robert that way, but it feels a little wrong on the tongue; reminds him of a certain ice guy from back home that used to give him grief. he decides to corner him after the usual shift, though their work largely revolves around being available at all times in case of emergencies. still. the point stands. (the fact he brings their overworked team leader a coffee may be more of a winning move than the timing itself.) "say, what are my odds if i ask management to bench me on... you know, the promotional stuff?"

@apotheotica

Robert always winces internally when someone calls him Bobbie. At least, he's never met his grandfather, and if anything, he assumes his gramps would smile down at him if Robert was referred to that way. Hey, at least it's not ❛Robby❜.

He eyes the blond cautiously as the mutant passes him a fresh coffee- (steaming hot, of course. No shock, there). He's not skeptical of it, by any means. He doesn't THINK Alex would sabotage the coffee like Visi has sabotaged Punch Up's brew, but he's clearly being softened up for something. ❝What... you don't want to pose for a cologne and be wined and dined in europe and all that?❞ He's teasing, and it's only slight hyperbole, but he gets it. This is one of the.... weirder habits of the company. He wonders if its a mandate, or if SDN heroes have to sign a contract in advance. Seems really illegal now that he thinks of it... There's gotta be a law against a corporation hiring out its talent for contracts they don't wanna do. ❝Hm.... What would they do if you just don't go? Did you agree to this commitment in the first place?❞ Maybe he can make a stink about it with Blazer, though he's probably throwing his welterweight where it doesn't belong. As Alex's handler, should he not at least try, though?? ❝Hold that thought...❞ He turns to his desk and fires off a quick, polite email to Blazer's office. It does pay to have friends in high places. As THE face of SDN, she'd know a thing or two about the modeling and press responsibilities Alex has been... volunteered for... The response is quick:

-- No, he's not contractually obligated to go. I was happy to do the work if it helped the company but it's not policy. I understand if I may have accidentally set a bad precedent, however. Has Mr. Summers been coerced or pressured in any way? I can have HR mediate with him if he likes?

-- I'll let him know, thanks. He turns back to Alex, but it's not like he couldn't just peer over and look at the exchange on the screen himself. ❝Sounds like you're off the hook if you let them know right away? I'd suggest you contact HR at the same time.... And maybe legal, while you're at it. Just to have eyes on this and document it for the future?❞

[bellytochin]

There's a warm buzz in his frame at the hero's quick response. He doesn't know why he likes having Mecha Man's attention; Ryland thinks it has something to do with the fact that the other man truly just sees him. That he's happy to give him attention and not out of obligation.

Still, he feels the need to send him things, the photo a beckon.

Slowly, Ryland scrolls back up to peer at the picture that the hero sent. He looks over every contour of the man's body, the slope of his shoulders, the dip in his hips. Ryland's face steadily heats up an even brighter red as he looks over the man's dick.

Geez...oh man, he feels like a pervert. But Mecha Man did send it to him.

[sms] You're in luck! [sms] It's project week. No take-home things to grade this week since my students will be graded for their work in class!

He wondered what Mecha Man was doing right now. Was he laying in bed himself or was he somewhere else? There really wasn't much Ryland can see behind the man in the background. Had he been hoping for something back? Would it be so wrong of him to send one back?

After a long moment of debating, Ryland makes his decision.

Félicette makes a curious noise as he plucks her off his lap and sets her into another soft pile of blankets beside Laika. Before Ryland. can think for too long about it, he hikes his sweats down to snap a few pictures of his own arousal. Two of the three are deleted because of the blur, but the third is quickly sent to the hero before he can doubt himself.

[sms] I always have time for you.

[yoursdndispatcher]

It is taking Ryland a long time to respond... Robert hopes it's not because he's scared the man off. He hopes it's because he's being tentative and careful, as always... Because that's in his nature, and things like this warrant care. He hopes Ryland likes the attention.. .that he likes what he sees... He hopes Ryland is pleasuring himself. Call it wishful thinking or delusion, but he imagines the man shyly touching himself and yearning with all the depth housed within that warm, and earnest heart of his. The romantic in him revels in that, and will happily spend time in that delusion. Hell, he's ready to put down a lease and live in it for as long as it'll hold up.

It IS his lucky day... Or lucky week, rather. They have the luxury of picking a time that suits Ryland best, because Robert isn't beholden to anything beyond a nightly patrol that he carries out at his own behest... and maybe that of the suit that he knows stands silent in the garage, with all its untapped potential for good. Give me the word and I'll be there. But only if it's good for you, he texts back he says, catching hints of his own smitten smiled in the screen beyond the glare of white letters on a field of black.

There's another long pause and Robert finds himself holding his breath until the pause is broken. An image, for him? He laughs softly to himself in mild shock when he sees it. There Ryland is, unmistakably him, and mouth-wateringly gorgeous even in the lewd shadows and flash of the phone's camera. I always have time for you, Ryland texts back, and Robert feels his heart soar. A funny cliché. His heart is soaring. He normally hates hyperbole, but by God does it fit. The constraints of language demand going big or going home, so to speak. Fuck, if he could just bottle this feeling right now, he'd micro-dose hints of it for the rest of his life.

[sms] You are so so so so so beautiful. [sms] I mean it when I say I'll be there whenever. I'll drop everything. [sms] I don't want to be an imposition. [sms] Until then, just know. [sms] I'll be thinking of you constantly.

[voicestold]

“Jesus Fucking Christ. I can practically see the gears in your head turning.” Whatever the reason behind her bruises, Courtney remains tight-lipped. This is her problem, she can fix it on her own. He’s got enough shit to worry about without dragging the mess that is her life into it. 

Besides, if she runs into them again, she’ll just turn invisible and take off the other way until she can figure out a way to pay the guy back. No big deal, right? Except, she doesn’t have the money to pay him back. God damn it. This is what she gets for stealing from someone who apparently has a good memory.  

She’s stolen from a lot of people over the years, too many to count. How the hell was she supposed to remember him? And Robert’s a broke ass bitch anyway, how the hell is he going to help? He’d probably try to give up whatever he has to somehow pay her way out of this debt, and that’s the last fucking thing she wants. She won’t let him do that. Besides, he’s got a dog to take care of. What does she have, really? 

“Look, I’ve got it handled, okay? But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll let you play nurse for a while.” Ice doesn’t sound like a terrible idea when her cheek throbs like hell.  

[yoursdndispatcher]

He shakes his head- not so much in disappointment as resignation. they gotta fix this.... Whatever they do, however they steer the team, it's gotta be a way in which people like Visi will look back on moments like this not as normal parts of their reality, but as the rough dark patches that they are. This is the vow he makes to himself... and to Vis as he groans and holds her tight. The eye-roll becomes a silent imploring look to the sky and he endures the peeved excuses and deflection.

❝Can we not, please?❞ he grumbles and keeps an arm hooked around her, half needling, half deferential as he leads her inside. Ice... Some aspirin, and maybe a liquor chaser to soften the implied nagging he's about to subject her to. they really are two of a kind... He could see this play out exactly the same if their positions were flipped, but she might lean more into berating, dispense with the other stuff in favor of pure liquor... and maybe some fucking ... which actually kinda sounds really good right about now... ....no! Stop that, he chides himself, she's hurt, he thinks as he pulls out some ice in a bag from the freezer, one of the few things he's actually got stocked. All of the ice-cubes have frozen together into a solid block, so he has to slam the whole slab down on the counter a few times to dislodge chunks. He moistens a hand towel slightly and uses it to wrap one of the chunks to hand to her. Aspirin. Luckily, his one cup is clean, an he's got PLENTY of aspirin on hand. The pugilists best-friend. He may not have much, and the kitchen is filled more with clothes than food, but he's got aspirin on hand at all times. He pours her a glass - two fingers of whiskey and the aspirin bottle and points to one of the barstools for her to sit on as he swigs straight from the bottle.

[yoursdndispatcher]

Need an option to stop tumblr from recommending blogs and such. There's so much clutter on tumblr, what other sites would tolerate this mess? I'm at a point where I don't wanna follow anyone new. I just wanna deepen my relationship to the people I do follow. (at this point in the upper 70s which granted- includes sideblogs and alternate accounts of the same people I follow). We all have a few people who we talk to regularly, can plot and message that person at all hours and not feel like a burden. I understand not everyone can have that relationship with literally everyone they're mutuals with, but still. I'm just at a place where I don't wanna just collect more people you say Hi once to, and never again. And I don't wanna be collected in that manner, either.

[yoursdndispatcher]

yoursdndispatcher asked:“ how long have you gone like this? “

exoplanetological answered:

"Hm?" Lex slumped back in his office chair, looking more like a deflated balloon than a person. He turned toward the door of his temporary office without straightening. Robert looked too bright on the edge of the darkened room and with his neck craned as it was, the nearly upside down figure sent a violent wave of nausea through him. Lex shut his eyes, swallowed and grimaced as he sat up like a proper human. The icepack he'd pressed against his eye settled into his lap. The rest of him protested in various degrees, reminding him if not for his death-defying ability, he'd be dead. Not the first time, likely not the last time. Lex tucked all that into a file folder at the back of his thoughts and regarded Robert again. "Sometimes I like a little atmosphere for my lunch breaks." Not an answer. He'd come in to the office late, his suit bloody and singed by something that was "taken care of" and "nothing to worry about" before changing into his current, slightly more casual, outfit. "Did you need something, Robertson?"

@exoplanetological

Robert comes bearing the olive branch that Lex had so kindly extended; a thumb drive with a full accounting of... well, Luthor's empire since he'd taken over the company. It was an exercise in futility, but he nonetheless went over it with the proverbial fine-tooth comb... and then again, until it felt like his eyes would burst. Did he really think everything was above board? He doesn't even think that of the relatively (by Lex's standards) small-scale and small-time SDN. But since hacking into records are an impossibility in this case, he has no recourse but to take him at his word. He's GOOD, but he's not *crack military grade encryption* good.

The rehearsed lines about making nice, getting off on the wrong foot, and all that die on his lips when the well-dressed magnate plops down on his office chair and lays an ice-pack on his lap. The guy is human, after all... Which is totally what he wants people to think, Robert concludes.

❝Atmosphere … ❞ he echoes. Atmosphere, right.... Atmosphere is getting an Alexander Caulder installation for the ceiling, because the unbroken light from above just doesn't suit the vibe. This is some fight club shit, old beef, archenemy shit and they both know it. ❝Came to give this back,❞ he says, tossing the drive onto the desk. ❝And to pick your brain a bit more. Got a first-aid kit nearby or should we call someone?❞ He's more relaxed this time, of course. He's got all his shit locked down and locked away tight... And he's still picking the man's brain- which he can do as they wait. ❝I've done a little digging. You've lead an interesting life.❞ Lex's past is checkered, as he suspects; chock full of light and dark... But there are surprises in abundance. He didn't expect for Lionel to have spirited his son away to bumfuck middle-of-nowhere Smallville in his youth. A place that had its own depths to plumb, too. As rife with disaster as it is humble, it's loaded to the gills with kryptonian radiation, he's surprised it was never shut down, like Centralia Pennsylvania.

[yoursdndispatcher]

@inkdevourer asked ★ Roy Harper

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse. (closed)

((Feel free to add your own. Have fun~ ))

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /