#dispatch self insert

Anywho... I don't have much to say, so here is some Waterboy fanart (because he's my favorite) and some self insert stuff

For the self insert, I basically just compy pasted my Invincible Sona and called it a day 😭 at least I tried to recreate the game's style smh 💔🥀

Being roommates with prism & flambaé is a blessing and a curse. You live in west Hollywood with is AMAZING but with their job and reputation, you found your being a house mom to their friends and colleagues or even hookups.

Tw: cussing, General criminal things, breakups, hot-comb mention?

Doomscrolling lead you in no-mans land your ex posted a photo with a new girl. God she was pretty, her hair reminded you of those 70's groupies - it made sense as the scumbag of a man always loved the rockstar life. The glances in the mirror had you seeing something, or maybe it was the lack of sleep as you leaned towards your craft scissors.

Now you're sitting in a very small bathroom with the two yelling at each other on what to do with your hair. Like angry parents, they scroll through photos trying to save every inch they can.

"IT'S FUCKING FRENCH" Chad yells, the sound of metal hitting tile brings the three of you to a stand-still.

"It's what?" Alice stares blankly at him, the air still as if you somehow didn’t exist, her face contorting at the thought.

Chad gestures towards you, his hands waving before colliding with his temple.

"French, I don't fucking know its like chic or whatever the fuck." His arms gesturing at the mess you made.

Alice nods and taking the scissors to your failed attempt.

Why did you just take this? The two bickering about you like some child, the bar seemingly like it's getting lower by the minute. Your throat tightening at the thought that the most affectation you've gotten in months is coming from villains in rehab.

"Fuck they're crying." The words fall from Chad's lips the moment a tear finally falls.

Alice ushers him out, he'd never been good with emotions.

Her hand on your shoulder as she finally closes the door.

"Y'know once my mom burnt my hair before school pictures." Her voice softer, as she found her way back to you.

"She was fixing my hair, y'know straighten it out and all." Her hand plays with the pink strands of hair, "but she was chatting with my Nanna and next thing I know I had lost a good bit to the comb."

Silence returned as an stiff laugh escaped her lips.

"She sent me to school in my Nanna's church wig." The pink strands still being twirled. "Anyways, it grew back."

She shrugs as she rises, looking at you now with intent.

"Give me 20 minutes, your trust and a 'J ."

Her voice dripped with confidence, knowing that if you just let her help everything will be better.

So you nodded.

There was no way you could leave looking like this, so you had to trust her. It wasn't like you could afford a hair appointment or get even get into the stuffy salon's within your budget.

Alice lead you to the kitchen, the counter cleared and a towel by the sink. She already has Chad pulling out her assorted supplies, his hair pulled back tight.

She gestured for you to lay on the counter, dipping your head back into the sink. The water rushes across your scalp and cold metal embraces your nape, a sensation you had nearly forgotten. You can just barely hear your roommates' conversation over the suds taking form upon your scalp. You never thought you'd miss the ache that now forms in the crook of your neck.

Alice's hands finish rinsing the last bit of conditioner from your hair, as Chad tries to strike her interest in different styles of cut.

The towel wraps you tightly, warm and rough against your face as they sit you down with different style's displayed across screens. Patient faces as you choose; A new style, a new start...

A new you.

The scent of bleach and weed filled the kitchen, as a concoction was spread across your scalp.

Letting your eyes rest, at this point it was out of your control. This wasn't a problem you could solve - and even if it was?

You'd hardly had taken care of yourself in months, managing the rotating door of characters that ended up on your couch. If not, you'd be saving your coworker's ass at your dead-end job. At this point, there was barely a candle to burn.

Lavender bubbles caress your face as Alice finishes her last rinse.

Damp hair against your nape as you move back to the chair again as they finish up.

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"Now as payment, gotta go to the bar with us" Alice quipped before revealing her work. Her hands over your eyes as she walked you to the mirror.

"And! you have to do karaoke!" Chad joined in, already sat for the reveal.

You stopped, and her hands drop.

Hard Reset.

That almondy blonde fell onto your shoulders, pinky hues hinted through the ever changing light. Before you could even thank them, you were sat back down.

The bar wasn't a question, nor a matter to reschedule. You were going out tonight now and going to like it. The curler teased at your skin, heat ever growing along with the music.

Your face squeezed as Chad applied his touches, liner tight against your eyes and a lipstick stolen from his auntie's drawers.

Despite many protests, they made their plan clear.

You can be sad, but you'll be hot too.

"Uber will be here in 10." Chad yells out from his room.

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Okay. Okay. So many of you guys guessed my insert was for Dispatch AND if you did who my F/O was. I’m going to pretend that doesn’t say something about my predictability…

DISPATCH SELF INSERT!! I LOVE WATERBOY/HERMAN EVERYONE!! I WILL SHOUT THAT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!! literally the second he opened his mouth it was over for me, I fell in love hard and fast, he is SOOOOOO cute!!

anyways!! Some info about my FIRST si(I have another one for Royd cause HDHJFV I love him a lot too)

Name: Krystal/Krys (Mimic is her villain/hero name) Age: 20 Height: 5"0 S/O: Herman obvs <3

A short summary of her backstory: She grew up around constant abuse, each parent figure in her life treating her like shit one way or another, but she still tried to see the good in the world, to have faith. When she turned 18 she got a job at a circus trope as a mime. She needed money but didn't really wanna talk to people because of her social anxiety so she figured being a mime was the perfect occupation for her. She was wrong as her boss SUCKS and is very manipulative towards her as well. Her boss realized quickly that Krys is extremely cowardly and easy to manipulate, already messed up from years of abuse before. Using her obedience he decides to make her do his dirty work. Selling drugs, robbery, even murder. Krys actually really doesn't like violence and she's never liked what she did for him, but she doesn't use that as an excuse to be a better person. She did what she did for survival but a lot of times she wishes she chose death for herself over taking someone else's life, after all no one would've cared if she was gone. She ended up getting caught and Blonde Blazer took her into the Pheonix Program, specifically the Z-team. At this point Krys also can't speak as her boss put a tracker/listening device in the back of her neck. After everything with Shroud she decides to trust and rely on the Z-team and asks them for help with the tracker(Silently ofc) and after they get it out Krys can speak freely but Krys is worried about her previous boss showing up again.