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So, in theory, if I compiled all my research including the current research projects, into kinda a digital book I guess with ease of printing for people, of course citing my et al beloved research friends who help me verify everything as well as a full works cited on every source Iβve used to make these speculative biology posts on dispatch characters, would this be something people other than my immediate friends are interested in?
So, in theory, if I compiled all my research including the current research projects, into kinda a digital book I guess with ease of printing for people, of course citing my et al beloved research friends who help me verify everything as well as a full works cited on every source Iβve used to make these speculative biology posts on dispatch characters, would this be something people other than my immediate friends are interested in?
So, in theory, if I compiled all my research including the current research projects, into kinda a digital book I guess with ease of printing for people, of course citing my et al beloved research friends who help me verify everything as well as a full works cited on every source Iβve used to make these speculative biology posts on dispatch characters, would this be something people other than my immediate friends are interested in?
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Hc that since Malevola can detect/sense a person's life-force; she can accidentally clock someone as being trans and/or nonbinary.
Waterboy, newbie: "Um... h-hi? I'm Her- Waterboy! It's wo-wonderful to get the chance to work- te-team up with you!"
Malevola, internally: "How do I gently tell this loser that their life force is that of a pure-of-heart maiden?"
(*few months later during 1am tacos*)
Waterboygirl: "I- I'm really- very nervous to admit this... but I haven't felt like... Waterboy in a long time now."
Z-Team: (*happy encouragement and praise!*)
Malevola: "Called it."
Watergirl: "EHHH!? H-how!?"
Prism: "Mal's got soul vision. Her trans-radar is immaculate."
Robert: "That doesn't sound possible-"
Malevola, not missing a beat: "Masc-leaning nonbinary."
Robert: "I retract my disbelief."
Malevola: "Also your period is about to start in 3... 2... 1..."
Robert: (*takes visible HP damage*) "Fuck!"
Legit a joke @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie and I had is one of his struggle meals was a can of tuna that he didnβt even drain and this is before he had a plate and a fork so he ate it with his fingers like a monster.
He didnβt enjoy the experience per se but he also at least felt something instead of being dead inside. Even if that something is disgust
Robert also ate canned vienna sausages (something I did bc I couldnβt find other shit for breakfast). If the tuna was his lunch. The sausage was his dinner.
I don't care what anyone else says, vienna sausage lowkey slaps; that was my childhood favorite food right there. Genuinely. My uncle still remembers me as the little 7 year old kid who kept begging for vienna sausage when I came over ToT
I also think Robert would live off of spam(as in the canned meat) and, again, I don't care what anyone else says about it being unhealthy, spam also slaps and is also my childhood breakfast.
Both vienna sausage and spam is really good with rice and makes as a pretty filling meal for cheap. In my family, a single can of spam that is thinly-sliced can feed all of us for breakfast, and sometimes, there's even leftover slices for lunch/dinner. Also, it's pretty flavorful, so you don't feel like you are eating something. Another good thing about spam is that it stays good even after being left out for a while as long as you microwave it before eating it when it's already gone cold. So, I like to headcanon spam and vienna sausage as Robert's go-to ways to get protein in his diet. I would also argue that it is a lot more cost-effective than those $1+ vending machine twinkies, especially because you could probably get a can of vienna sausage for around the price of one of those packs of twinkies from the vending machine, and at least with the sausage, you're getting something more filling than a processed sponge cake.
Also, the spam headcanon is partially influenced by my Wasian Robert headcanon where his mother is Korean(disclaimer, I may be Asian, but I'm not Korean, so correct me if I'm wrong about spam being a common food for Koreans like it is for Filipinos. I did a few searches, and it said that Koreans do use spam pretty commonly, but Google may be wrong idk). I think she would have grown up eating a lot of foods that use spam since it's cheap, so she would cook some things that use spam for Robert so he could experience foods that were childhood staples for her. I like to think spam was one of Robert's favorite foods as a kid, and it always reminds him of his mom, which is another reason he eats it a lot in his adulthood besides the fact it was cheap. It's like a little piece of home.
Guys, can you tell I like spam yet? Has anyone else experienced the joys of waking up in the morning to see that your mom left a bowl of spam on the table with sunnyside-up eggs to the side and freshly-made rice in the rice cooker? 2 or 3 slices of thinly-cut spam with rice that has the sunnyside-up egg on top is truly a comforting breakfast. I wanted to share that joy with Robert too; the boy could use some nice childhood memories considering the neglect he went through.
ALSO! My parents and my sister have said that they would eat a small bowl of white rice with either furikake(rice seasoning) or Knorr(the liquid seasoning) and nothing else as a full meal. Apparently it's not too bad, so I think Robert would eat that too. He saves it for either whenever things get really rough financially, he wants a quick snack before patrolling as Mecha Man, or when he doesn't have the energy to whip up something better.
digital angel. wip snippet. T+. pre-relationship flambert. unbetaed. written while listening to internet angel dj mix by angelkrissy. the context:
5 months post canon Dispatch. robert got a full overdue MCU - all you need to know is that he's at seizure and stroke risk with chronic fatigue. Z-team knows. it's gala night out of town and all of the team are invited. robert bunked with chad because his powers allow him to see pre-stroke symptoms. pre-relationship flambert. robert lost a bet to alice.
"Thought you'd chicken out." He looked gorgeous β the kind you'd see on the front cover of a magazine. Flambae wore a silk dress shirt, the colour of candy apple red, with plenty of buttons left undone to show his ample chest where a thin gold chain rested between the mounds. It glittered with the same light in his eyes, gazing up and down at Robert's figure.
"Fuck you," Robert started, standing inside the hotel's bathtub as he wrestled the dress' back zipper to submission. It pulled halfway up before getting stuck, a loud metallic zzzzsnktβ , and he watched Flambae's face winced.
"If you're being a sore loser you might as well quit, bitch."
"Do I look like I'm being a sore loser?" Robert parroted petulantly, grunting as he struggled with the zip. Fuck. In his entire tenure as Mecha Man he didn't think his suit's zip even gave him this much grief.
"Fucking- Stop destroying the damn dress!" Flambae marched forward, hands flailing like whenever he was irritated. Robert half-expected him to start pulling at the dress himself just to get the man to stop.
He didn't; Flambae stopped at the edge of the bathtub, eyes narrowed and nose twitching, but hands perched on his waist. He tapped-tapped at the bathroom tiles with his leather shoes like an impatient cartoon.
"I'm going to zip it up," he said, "-bitch. Turn around."
Robert heard rather than saw the frustated hand-waving Flambae did β a harsh scoff then the rustling of silk, gesturing above like he could summon some higher being for mercy.
"You didn't even unlace this shit!"
"Well, incase it wasn't very clear: I've never worn a dress before, asshole."
"It's not fucking rocket science, bitch!" Flambae hissed. Robert thought he could feel the steam of his hot breath against his neck. "You think your skinny ass can fit that waist the size of a fucking A4 paper? The fuck did you think the laces at the sides are for? What β never wore shoes with fucking shoelaces either?"
Robert was, frankly, exhausted with what was probably a good half-an-hour of attempting to wear the dress on his own. It should not be fucking difficult β he knew that. But the first few minutes he kept almost falling over because three-months-coma without proper physiotherapy meant he lost good bit of balancing. Then he nearly cracked his skull open on the sink when he leant against it for leverage. So he moved to the bathtub. And struggled with the zipper not opening until he realised there was a tiny hook at the top that he had to unhook first.
Robert was overwhelmed, overstimulated, and he could not be fucking assed about propriety in the SDN Gala Night anymore.
"Just pull it up," he said, face buried in his palms as he nursed a growing headache. "Fuck, whatever. I'll walk out there in my boxers if I have to." Flambae snorted.
"Yeah, you'd like that, won't you? Fucking exhibitionist." Impossibly hot fingertips brushed against the skin of his back. Robert could not stop the shudder running through him, as he felt the hands gently nudged at his arms. Robert raised them.
Flambae was quiet as he unlaced the sides, fingers wedging between ribbons to loosen up. It went on for a bit, until Robert found himself taking easier breaths into his lungs β not realising he was choking β and he blinked in suprise. His vision clearing along with the tension in his shoulders.
"There we go," Flambae murmured, his first words after a while. Still focused on the task as he tied the ends into loops. Then he straightened up and, first, closed the top hooks; fingers brushing against bare skin once more. Warmth that bloomed outwards. Robert realising that when it mattered, Flambae would always pull through.
The second day of dispatch and Flambae had been the only one who hadn't particpated in sabotaging anyone.
The sound of the zipper closing felt like an ultimatum. Flambae patted his back once. Said something, probably β Robert wasn't listening.
Blue filled his vision. The dress was blue, long skirts but not billowing. A slip dress, made of silk, sky blue like his designated colour. It shifted with him, shining under the bathroom's ugly white light. Alice bought it just for him and just for the Gala, because he loved his Team and they were nothing if not motivated when the stakes were high.
He didn't not like it.
"Thanks, Chad," Robert said, after probably too-long silence.
"You're not, like, having a stroke, right?" Was his reply. "Are you seeing static again? Do I need to sit you down?"
"Uh." Robert blinked, shook his head, because the threat of having stroke was a real risk since Shroud, and he wasn't about to get into one while standing in a hotel bathtub. "No, just the headache. I think I dissociated a bit." He rubbed the space between his brows.
"I'm okay, was just reallyβ stressed out. I kept losing my balance while putting it on."
"Why didn't you just do it by the bed then?" Flambae said, "Shit, man. I was right there. You wouldn't have to be stuck here for almost an hour."
"Exactly," Robert sighed, "You were there."
It was the kind of tense silence that had too much underlying questions. But then β thankfully, Flambae dropped it.
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Robert who doesn't glance twice at Flambae's usual skintight tits-out costume but sees Flambae fixing his car in grease-stained overalls and nearly swallows his tongue
WHERE in Europe??!? WHERE??? You mean Iceland?? Azerbaijan? The Netherlands? Liechtenstein???? THERE ARE 50 COUNTRIES IN EUROPE. ALL WITH DIFFERENT CULTURES. SO PRAY TELL ME, WHERE IN FUCKING EUROPE.
