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    Eurylochus remembered dying. He had not fought it, had even welcomed the sweet nothingness in the end, letting go of all the hatred and lies and betrayal for eternal peace. He woke up years in the past, where Polites was still alive. Eurylochus stumbles through life and resigns himself to suffer eternally at the hands of his self-sacrificing family while trying to save said family from themselves.

     

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    Polites.

    Eurylochus’ heart leapt out of his chest, his legs pulling him towards the curly-haired man even before he knew what he was doing. Feet pounding against the rocky terrain, he ran as fast as he could, dodging boulders and cows and unconscious men sporting a variety of blood splattered wounds.

     

    Polites stood ten feet from the cyclops, helping up a soldier. He frowned when he saw Eurylochus a few paces behind him.

     

    “Eurylochus?" He asked, concerned confusion evident in his tone, the idiot apparently picking up on Eurylochus’ distress but not the fact that the cyclops' club was swinging directly towards his turned head.

     

    No. Not again. Eurylochus thought, begged, as he threw himself onto Polites, a tangle of limbs and swords.

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    07 Sep 2024

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    a broken heart can mend by paintblob
    Eurylochus remembered dying. He had not fought it, had even welcomed the sweet nothingness in the end, letting go of all the hatred and lies and betrayal for eternal peace. He woke up years in the past, where Polites was still alive. Eurylochus stumbles through life and resigns himself to suffer eternally at the hands of his self-sacrificing family while trying to save said family from themselves.

     

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    Polites.

    Eurylochus’ heart leapt out of his chest, his legs pulling him towards the curly-haired man even before he knew what he was doing. Feet pounding against the rocky terrain, he ran as fast as he could, dodging boulders and cows and unconscious men sporting a variety of blood splattered wounds.

     

    Polites stood ten feet from the cyclops, helping up a soldier. He frowned when he saw Eurylochus a few paces behind him.

     

    “Eurylochus?" He asked, concerned confusion evident in his tone, the idiot apparently picking up on Eurylochus’ distress but not the fact that the cyclops' club was swinging directly towards his turned head.

     

    No. Not again. Eurylochus thought, begged, as he threw himself onto Polites, a tangle of limbs and swords.

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    Philza had wanted to rest in the garden, only to be awoken when Kristen needed him again.
    He hadn't expected another god to call on him.
    Nor did he expect the request.

    But by the gods, he was going to change everything.

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    02 Oct 2024

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    You can change it, please change this. by JustUrAverageAngel
    Philza had wanted to rest in the garden, only to be awoken when Kristen needed him again.
    He hadn't expected another god to call on him.
    Nor did he expect the request.

    But by the gods, he was going to change everything.

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    The girl shot up so quickly her chair squeaked against the floor. “Nagisa-sensei!” she beamed, eyes shining with unfiltered excitement. “What’s your quirk?”

    The room seemed to lean in all at once, a ripple of anticipation spreading through the students. Even the green-haired boy in the front row — who already had a notebook open — was practically vibrating, pen poised like he was about to record every word.

    For a moment, Nagisa only smiled back at them, soft, calm, the kind of expression that gave nothing away and yet somehow eased the air in the room. His eyes swept lightly across the expectant faces, catching sparks of excitement, curiosity, and even a little awe. Then, with the same steady composure he had carried all morning, he answered:

    “…Why, I’m Quirkless.”

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    After Paradise High School, Karasuma contacts Nagisa and sends him on a mission to UA. The goal? Monitor and teach combat to the new upcoming hero students in Class 1-A. So, Nagisa becomes Aizawa’s assistant teacher.

    ON HIATUS!!!

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    26 Sep 2025

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    So people like me? The average Joe whose granddad wasn’t exposed to experimental radiation or fell into a toxic river, or was born under the star or Orias or something? We’re the soap bubbles. The thin paper people who still get torn, punctured, burned, and broken when not handled with care.

    It sucks. But that’s also true of life. So it's not a huge deal.

    It just means you have to be smart.

    I'm Robert Robertson the Third, and I'm Mecha Man.

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    One part novelization, one part character deconstruction, two parts world-build and juuust a dash of AU reinterpretations. All from the mind of an author feral for the Dispatch universe.

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    12 Nov 2025

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    After a dispatcher working out of DTLA is brutally murdered by one of the supers on her team, SDN is desperate to fill the position. Turns out, Robert’s the perfect guy for the job.

    He’s practically a miracle worker, after all. The Phoenix program’s a rousing success, Shroud’s back behind bars, the Z-Team’s at the top of Torrance’s leaderboard… and with the director of the SDN offering him the promotion in person, how could he say no?

    So, he agrees on one condition: if he’s moving up, the Z-Team’s moving up, too.

    They’re in the big leagues now. Designer costumes, a broader beat, photoshoots, galas, merch… sure, a few of the SDN’s golden boys have gone rogue and the director’s suddenly desperate to get Robert —specifically Robert— back in the field, but who’s got time to worry about that when L.A.’s favorite reformed villains are making their encore debut?

    [If you didn’t get enough Dispatch while playing Dispatch, I wrote this for you! This fic builds on the world and puts our favorite found-family under a media microscope while a slow-burn murder mystery thrums in the background. Some minor horror/thriller elements, mostly through Robert’s POV. Includes artwork.]

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    14 Nov 2025

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