#NOT an open

[vortship]

Ones and Zeros

So this is where she was holed up, a clearing in a field at the end of the world.

All simulated, as far as he knew. He followed her passed the glitched, pink cliffs, integrity crumbling with bits of exposed code. He followed her passed the colorful confetti and empty Irken uniforms that littered the empty fake streets. Only the two of them remained, but she was stalling. It seemed now she wanted to be caught.

Why? What was she getting at?

“Sorry, Dib, you really gotta understand. I wanted you to learn something.” 

Each word she spoke rippled through a field of tall grass. A damaged moon hung low in the sky, chipped away at; still a friendly shade of pink. Her silhouette looked somehow sinister in the dim light. The horns perched atop her head gave way to a foreboding shadow in the clipping grass. She was bringing the entire place down, the two of them with it.

“You’re angry! At them! I get it! So am I! But-” 

“What? No!”

The ripples grew, circles extending outward from where she stood, facing forward, purple eyes cast up at the false moon before she turned and offered only a passing glance at her opponent. Had he ever seen her angry? To be honest, he couldn’t recall. She wasn’t Zim, at the very least, she didn’t fight like him. Her suspicious behavior had managed to pass under his radar until now.

“This is your plan? You’re just trapping us all in here?” he accentuated his question with an accusatory point, and the sigh that erupted from her echoed throughout the simulated landscape.

“They’re code. Ones and zeros for me to play with. Like this-” she spread her arms out at her sides, “I wanted you to see; they’re just directives stuffed in a backpack. Some rearranging here and there and-” she giggled, “-they all fall apart!” she smiled, razor sharp teeth over thin lips,

“Yeah? I know that. I never thought of it that way maybe. If that’s how you feel, why work for Zim?” he shook his head, tone taking a turn for the curious rather than accusatory. Her grin was replaced with a pensive frown, she turned to look at him finally face only slightly illuminated by the dim, pink lighting,

“He’s not like them. I don’t mean that in a good way either.” hands clasped behind her back, she managed a bitter laugh, “Maybe I wanna see how it ends? Maybe I just like when cool, new things happen. But you know what I don’t like?”

Dib didn’t answer,

“People who aren’t any fun.”

[cryoexorcist]

another day, another fever. this SUCKS.

[moonlit-trolls]

"NOW I'M NOT GONNA BE SUGARCOATING WHAT JUST HAPPENED. BUT JEGUS IT WAS FUCKED UP"

"I JUST MET SOMEONE, THINK I CLICKED WITH EM IN THAT WAY WHERE YOU KINDA JUST HATE THEM BUT ENOUGH TO LIKE THEM IN A SORT OF FUCKED UP WAY? YEAH."

"THEN I HEAR THEY'RE FLEET, AND THE WHOLE FUCKIN CHERADE WAS ATTEMPTING TO FUCKING RECRUIT ME TO BE SOME SORT OF FOOTSOLDIER WITH A LEASH. NEEDLESS TO SAY I BATTED THAT FUCKING BITCHES HEAD RIGHT OFF AND WENT TO TAKE A NAP. BUT THAT SHIT IS WEIRD AS ALL HELL."

[forgottenluck]

FesTItaLEs DAy ??????

How strange.

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It seems Koun is among the missing.

[astronomalyy]

parenting

[rixypill]

drew another indian miku‼️

i’ve always wanted to draw the sitar

[podcastwizard]

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving

[purichou]

naomi osaka's US open r1 outfit!

[softwaring]

this reply kills me 😭 article link

[silentstar]

This meme except they're nice friends supporting each other :)

[maxedry-art]

[nipuni]

Aziraphale and Crowley in Hades style! 😊

A speedpaint video of these will be available at my Patreon on june 1st along with the 10th doctor one!

[christadeguchi]

make men slutty again.

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bonus as rightfully added by @polyabathtub:

[wyrmway]

tired of cannibalism as a metaphor for love or sex. can we get into cannibalism as a metaphor for colonization.

[i-will-write]

[hellowsallow]

my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter