operationimpendingdoom-blog1

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

im sobbing i just randomly remembered how to sign in on here after two years LMAO.

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

    “ZIM ISN’T HERE FOR THAT!” he’d continue gripping his hands tightly. Why, why, why, WHY couldn’t Dib just be reasonable for once?! Why couldn’t he just LISTEN or even just BELIEVE Zim just to humor him. His cheeks flushed a soft pink, contrasting with his pink skin for a moment, it looked like Zim could actually CRY. 

    “ZIM ISN’T LYING!” he cried out.     Suddenly, he stood up again and grabbed Dib by his wrist, yanking him out of his seat. “Some with Zim, he needs to talk to you,” he’d muttered.

    Zim was taken aback; flinching and practically throwing himself out of his seat. “WHAT?!” he’d practically scream, trying to figure out what Dib was trying to get at. The realization hit him hard, though. Dib was still convinced that Zim was up to some weird…. Invadey-the-Earth-thing schemey.     A childish wave overthrew Zim, and he found himself standing in protest. “HOW DARE YOU?! ZIM IS UP TO NOTHING, EARTH-STINK! ZIM HAS DONE NOTHING!”

 “ZIM IS HERE FOR HIS OWN REASONS THIS TIME! HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU!” Zim quickly came to realize that argument was getting him nowhere, it was proving NOTHING in his favor, not that screaming ever had.     If anything, he was just causing a scene.     Falling silent, he’d sink back into his seat, folding his hands together as a look of shame took over his face. Great. Wonderful. Dib still thought no more of him than the alien kid that is still trying to destroy the planet.

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

    Zim was taken aback; flinching and practically throwing himself out of his seat. “WHAT?!” he’d practically scream, trying to figure out what Dib was trying to get at. The realization hit him hard, though. Dib was still convinced that Zim was up to some weird.... Invadey-the-Earth-thing schemey.     A childish wave overthrew Zim, and he found himself standing in protest. “HOW DARE YOU?! ZIM IS UP TO NOTHING, EARTH-STINK! ZIM HAS DONE NOTHING!”

    “ZIM IS HERE FOR HIS OWN REASONS THIS TIME! HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU!” Zim quickly came to realize that argument was getting him nowhere, it was proving NOTHING in his favor, not that screaming ever had.     If anything, he was just causing a scene.     Falling silent, he’d sink back into his seat, folding his hands together as a look of shame took over his face. Great. Wonderful. Dib still thought no more of him than the alien kid that is still trying to destroy the planet.

    “It seems we have, DIB,“ Zim would reply, equally dramatic as the other. A small, cocky grin grew on his face, although, he seemed more happy than ANYTHING that Dib actually was here. For just a moment, he’d be tempted to hug Dib; cry and spill his guts out to him over what had happened since his disappearance, tell Dib that he was the best friend he’d ever had, but knew that Dib would NEVER react well to that, ESPECIALLY coming from Zim.

    So instead, he kept that less-forced smile on his face, eye bags obviously dark and visible, scars stretching along with the creases of his grin. “You look just as hideous as usual,” Zim would joke halfheartedly as he kicked back in his seat, trying to make his posture seem like he was a LOT LESS ANXIOUS than he actually was.

    In reality, his PAK was processing at least a thousand thoughts per second, causing a massive headache to set in. He could get by this, though. He wasn’t going to let some simple anxiety over an old nemesis set in on the first day, especially not after everything seemed to be going so well. Swallowing his breath, he’d continue to look at Dib.

    “You have certainly grown since last Zim has checked in on you, human,” he’d allow himself to admit to the other, eyeing his lanky figure, actually quite impressed by the other’s height. “I had forgotten that you humans here get so… Tall. Back on Irk, most are so, so short. You know this, I think. You’ve seen a few of those other fully-grown Irkens through prior experience if I remember correctly, Tak… Or maybe Skoodge. Had you seen Tenn? Zim doesn’t quite remember at the moment.”

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

*INSERT MANY CROWNS HERE IF UR STILL DOING THIS CAUSE I DUNNO HOW TO MAKE THEM*

I LOVE YOU TOO LUNAAAAAAAAAA

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

    “What are you going to do, Dib? Do tell me on how you’ll beat me up for wearing a sweater. Zim is just dying to know,” loosely, he’d let his sleeve hand from Dib’s fingers, before pulling away without much more than just an eye roll. “Zim has nothing in mind. I want to go to bed.”

    He wanted to hiss, lash out at Dib like it’s HIS fault that Zim was seeming so weak compared to the humans as they got older. The height of the others was making him feel VULNERABLE, knowing that he’d reached his maximum height over a hundred of these human years ago.

    He just wanted to LEAVE, this should have been SIMPLE. If Dib would have just cooperated and did his share of this ALREADY HALFWAY COMPLETED assignment, he could have been LONG GONE, not having to deal with Dib until school would roll around the following day. How DARE Bitters even THINK of assigning them to work together, already knowing their self-destructive tendencies when they have to be within just FEET of each other.

    “I’m just going to email you the files for what I had done, Dib. I’m going home. Good luck, or something like that,” he’d mutter, getting up slowly.

          Dib would watch as the tiny blue pills scattered across the ground. What were those for? Looking back at Zim, he’d narrow his eyes. “Leave? Why would you want to leave? I mean, who even cares about what you want…or what I want? Bitters said this project was due TOMORROW.” 

        He would breath in deeply, blood boiling as Zim seemingly avoided his insults. The ATTENTION he so desperately CRAVED, thrown down the drain in a pitiful display. “ FINE. We don’t have to do that, forget my idea. What do you have in mind?” Dib would say darkly.

       His back was turned to Zim the entire time, as he fiddled with the handle of his drawer. Why couldn’t things go his way for once? Why wasn’t Zim responding? Why wasn’t he fighting back? It made him SO ANGRY. && he’d give it one more shot, turning around as he walks towards Zim, arms crossed over his chest.

                “ This totally IS girls clothing.” He’d say, grabbing at the fabric of Zim’s sweater.

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

    He’d stare at the shackled Rick with interest, curious of what Sigma had planned for this alternate Rick that was bestowed in front of him, in a GLORIOUS state of vulnerability and weakness, just BEGGING to be cut open and have his repulsive, human organs to be disarranged and tied into knots.

    “What are your plans for this, Rick?” he could feel his blood rush, the thrill of actually having something to experiment on was just enough to get him prepared to obey any demands that Rick had to give for this.Perhaps, he’d get a look at this other Rick’s brain, already thinking of how he’d split it into segments, pour acid on various chunks after finding out how each separate lobe works into an Irken’s own brain. Zim’s only hope was it wouldn’t be too bloody. Even paste was ONLY water-resistant to an extent.

"Zim? Jesus, kid, where the hell have you been, I haven't seen you in a while."

“I’ve been in my room all day, Rick.”

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

    “It seems we have, DIB," Zim would reply, equally dramatic as the other. A small, cocky grin grew on his face, although, he seemed more happy than ANYTHING that Dib actually was here. For just a moment, he’d be tempted to hug Dib; cry and spill his guts out to him over what had happened since his disappearance, tell Dib that he was the best friend he’d ever had, but knew that Dib would NEVER react well to that, ESPECIALLY coming from Zim.

    So instead, he kept that less-forced smile on his face, eye bags obviously dark and visible, scars stretching along with the creases of his grin. “You look just as hideous as usual,” Zim would joke halfheartedly as he kicked back in his seat, trying to make his posture seem like he was a LOT LESS ANXIOUS than he actually was.

    In reality, his PAK was processing at least a thousand thoughts per second, causing a massive headache to set in. He could get by this, though. He wasn’t going to let some simple anxiety over an old nemesis set in on the first day, especially not after everything seemed to be going so well. Swallowing his breath, he’d continue to look at Dib.

    “You have certainly grown since last Zim has checked in on you, human,” he’d allow himself to admit to the other, eyeing his lanky figure, actually quite impressed by the other’s height. “I had forgotten that you humans here get so... Tall. Back on Irk, most are so, so short. You know this, I think. You’ve seen a few of those other fully-grown Irkens through prior experience if I remember correctly, Tak... Or maybe Skoodge. Had you seen Tenn? Zim doesn’t quite remember at the moment.”

    Zim didn’t exactly look… Quite himself. His skin was riddled with light green scars, spread across his jaw and down his neck like lightning. He looked exhausted, or at least like he was in pain, still gazing over his agenda as if he were still trying to decipher anything it said. It had been a long while since he’d had to read English, and it was showing by how long his PAK took to process the information.

    Growing frustrated, he’d look up, large, half-lidded eyes landing on a quite familiar human. He was taller now, more mature by human standards. Zim had been lucky enough to be effected slightly by human hormones; adding a few inches to his height over the time of exposure he’d had on Earth, the lasting effects had allowed him to grow a little more off-Earth, as well.

    A lump found its place in Zim’s throat as eye contact locked, eyes widening in ABSOLUTE REALIZATION that this IS Dib. Biting the inside of his lip, Zim considered just getting up, running far away from here. Why, why. WHY did Dib have to be here, in this class, in this school? In this city, even? 

    This would be the death of him, he figured. Somehow, Zim was strangely relieved by Dib’s presence. Maybe things won’t be as bad as they used to be. Perhaps Dib had changed since his absence and Zim WON’T find himself trying to escape being murdered.

    Perhaps he and Dib could have a fresh start.

    After a long hesitation, he’d wave Dib over, motioning to the empty seat next to himself, an awkward, zipper-toothed smile on his face.

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

[ slams s ome art down below the cut ]

Keep reading

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

Send me "Where did you get that?" for my muse to hide something from yours

It can be an item, an injury, ect.

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

dude i totally wanna do an abusive razr thread just kill mE

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

....... OKAY WHATEVER.

@operationimpendingdoom

Don’t worry about it Don’t look into it I’m fine Nobody is dead

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

WHY DO I CARE?

@operationimpendingdoom

Don’t worry about it Don’t look into it I’m fine Nobody is dead

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

I WATCHED THAT VIDEO. There is a dead body.

@operationimpendingdoom

Don’t worry about it Don’t look into it I’m fine Nobody is dead

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

i feel dumb rn idk im gonna go offline for a few

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

"PATIENCE, GAZ! True genius takes patience. I need to work on the hard drive and the arms a bit more, BUT IT IS GETTING THERE. IT IS ALREADY SO.... POWERFUL, YES. TRUST ME. TRUST ZIIIIM!"

Talk to me. I don't want to talk to Dib. Or at all. So just talk, or something.

Ah?… Yes. My next evil plan. Perhaps I shall CRUSH Dib’s disgusting head under the boot of this new, MORE POWERFUL-ER ROBOT I AM BUILDING.

[operationimpendingdoom-blog1]

Eh. It's just a viral tank, I guess. The pilots are major fatties, though. Really. You should see how much they eat.

Even without snacks? Wow. Especially aboard this ship, you would at least think they would offer.