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do you ever believe that we can turn into different people? by Anna_Blossom
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
14 Mar 2026
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He falls out of sight, and she braces for—something. God, anything really. Grief, regret, guilt and whatever else. She should be feeling those things, right? After all, she just murdered the guy. She looked right into the mech's cockpit (heh, cock) and made one-sided contact with brown eyes (god, they were so big and brown and angry) and planted the bomb anyway, all so that she wouldn't have to spend half of her life paying Shroud back for a working set of lungs.
But nothing comes. No grief. No regret. No guilt.
So she shrugs, and takes a smooth drag of her cigarette—and throws her head back because fuck, being able to smoke like she's fifteen again fucking rocks. Might just be worth the blood on her hands.
Bookmarked by WizardUther
03 Mar 2026
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In which we explore some of the off-screen time between game scenes. Team bonding, dispatching, character studies, and various donuts eaten while on the job. Focus is mostly platonic and team-dynamics because I really really want more screen time with the other members of Z-Team... but I am also an action and angst writer, so buckle up. Not ACTUALLY writing a non-romantic Robert so much as Robert who is too fucking exhausted to do anything about, like, dating in Season 1? Something like that. The one-sided crushes go fucking HARD tho.
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Bookmarked by WizardUther
25 Feb 2026
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Robert already has a lot of scars so what's a few more? So what if it's self-inflicted as long as it helps him cope.
Bookmarked by WizardUther
25 Feb 2026
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A collection of angsty Robert-centric stories
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Bookmarked by WizardUther
25 Feb 2026
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“Hia’s gone,” Sua tests out quietly. Louder, she says, “Hia’s dead.” A smile spreads across Sua’s face, and she grasps her own throat gaspingly, like she’s choking on the words. The key shaft scratches her neck and she imagines slitting her throat. “Hia killed herself.”
And she laughs until she falls asleep, sprawled out on the dirty floor by the shoe rack, like an abandoned porcelain doll.
(At the end of the world, there's Hia and Sua and Mizi and Sua and Sua and Sua and—)
Bookmarked by WizardUther
25 Feb 2026

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