#Zinjai

[hawkes-art]

Drawing aliens is hard XD I do remember Zinjai, I think he would be the only Zin I could tolerate (definitely not because he’s the only one that doesn’t try to kill you) Requested by @alien-queen-arts

Volition where’s Saints Row where I can save Lin, Carlos and Oleg hmm and maybe Josh Burke…

Feel free to request any characters or OCs :)

[alien-queen-arts]

I'm starting a multi chapter story highlighting my take on the events of Saints Row IV from the enemy's perspective. I am including mine and one of my bestie's main verse in this, or elements of said verse. I hope y'all enjoy!🙏

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

zinjai from saints row

[casualblacklight]

Did a "suggest a SR character' thing on twitter and drew Zinjai for @zinjai-the-zinbean 💜

Felt like sharing him here too vwv

[masschase]

21 w casey and matt

Touching prompts: I am still accepting more of these, just give me some time as they tend to get a little long like this one 😅

21: kissing the other's brow

Growing Out

Fandom: Saints Row Universe: Canon/Main Universe Pairing: Matt Miller x Boss OC Cassandra "Casey" Clark Synopsis: When touching Matt's face, Casey feels something she'd not really noticed before. 2348 words, set around a week and a half before the start of Out Of Time. Warnings: Swearing, suggestive joke.

“Two months.” Matt murmured quietly, his brow furrowed slightly as his eyes remained fixed on the screen. Casey could tell something had been bothering her friend from the moment they sat down; he'd been more withdrawn than normal, putting on the episode and reaching an arm around her wordlessly but barely meeting her face at all.

She was used to it now. How close they got every Friday. She was beginning to lose her inhibitions around it more and more as time went on. There felt less need to be defensive. That looming doubt in the back of her mind about her “no cuddling” rule was always soothed sufficiently by the comfort before it had a chance to fully form. “Hmm?” she responded, turning to glance at him slightly as she tried to decipher where on earth that had come from.

“We've got… a month until we talk everyone through the tactics.” he elaborated, with an anxious sounding sigh. “Two until the invasion.”

It finally clicked for her why he might be acting a little off given that looming deadline. “Oh…” she replied softly. “I getcha…”. They’d worked together on the plans for months now, but they were still having to change things. Apparently Zinjai had succeeded in procuring a specialist from the pods to help build a more protective robot, possibly even two, than what they had.

It was important to them both that Matt would be able to see and hear her from aboard the ship stationed on the new planet, and vice versa. It would be just like in the simulations; that ease and familiarity that allowed them to succeed in teaming up time and time again. That was worth the disruption to their previous tactics.

She thought back though, to when, several months ago, she’d seen him first break down; not seethe over a buggy piece of code or whine about her driving or cry over an episode he really liked but really break down, when she told him to be prepared for the fact she’d likely die out there. Now they were both more optimistic about it given their adaptions. But the look on his face certainly betrayed a similar sentiment to that time.

So, seeing where this was going, she pre-emptively turned to him and pulled him close, his arm still resting awkwardly around her. She would never have dreamed of just wordlessly embracing someone when they were upset on Earth. But whether she admitted it or not, she and Matt hadn’t just grown together over the past couple of years, they’d practically grown into one another, and it was unsurprising that she was now able to return some of the same affection he offered.

She somewhat expected him to cry again, but instead his hand clutched at the back of her shirt as they sat there quietly for a moment. “Thank you.” Matt finally responded. “It's… nothing really though.”. She was’t too sure if he meant it or not by his ambiguous tone. It was harder when she couldn’t see him.

She drew back a little, but encouraged him to let her take some of his weight and lean him down, cradling an arm under his head. His eyes locked with hers uncertainly, and there it was, that endless blue stare she’d thought dangerous on many an occasion, absent of tears but certainly a little forlorn.

She used the calm tone she often used for speeches, though just a degree softer. “You’ll be OK, Matty.” she assured him. “And all our friends’ll be OK.”. She smiled but she still sensed that hesitation in his expression. “And I will be OK.” she added almost as an afterthought, subtly betraying her priorities.

That didn’t immediately shake the expression. But it seemed once her words has sunk in, his frown relaxed a little, a hard blink clearing some of the downheartedness, a small smile spreading across his lips. “Thank you, Boss.” he repeated.

“You said that already.” she teased in response, reaching towards a loose strand of his bangs and brushing it across his forehead, fingertips grazing a small area of thickened skin on the way. She paused, placing the section of hair neatly so it wasn’t obscuring his face but then drawing back to run her thumb along the tiny mark that was hidden well enough by his eyebrow that she’d never noticed it before. “You got a scar here?” she asked curiously.

“Oh…” he responded. “Um… yeah, it is actually.”. He sounded relatively nonplussed about the whole thing, but it still seemed a little evasive to her.

“You know most people would look at that as an invitation to elaborate, Matt.” the Boss pointed out. He was usually pretty upfront about things like this so she couldn't help but wonder if it was embarrassing. “You run into a table as a kid or somethin’?”

Matt laughed ever-so-slightly. “No, nothing like that.” he clarified. “It’s nothing drastic, I just had an eyebrow piercing once.”

“Ooh…” she said, both surprised and intrigued, not so much that he'd made that choice but that there were still things she didn’t know about him after all this time. “That’d look hot on you.” she added without really thinking, taking in his face as she mentally placed it onto his features, fingertips brushing the side of his face.

Matt looked at her for a moment, that look he always got when he seemed to be struggling to read her, then looking away slightly awkwardly. “Well probably not at the time, I was only fourteen.” he deflected.

“Fourteen?” she asked. “I swear to god Matt, the shit you did as a kid makes you sound so fuckin’ wild sometimes.”. She was a lot more placid than that at fourteen. Drinking, hacking, and now piercings?

He laughed again. “Not wild at all.” he insisted. “But well… as you know, all my friends were a bit older-“

“Because you’re a supergenius who skipped two grades of school.” she interrupted matter-of-factly.

Matt raised his eyebrows, but then a little smirk came to his face. “Perhaps.” he said nonchalantly. She didn’t mind if other people found his occasionally egotistical nature annoying. Seeing the bigger picture, she found it a little endearing that he had a confidence he lacked elsewhere when it came to his intelligence. “Point is, we were out in Camden, there was this dodgy tattoo place that didn’t seem to give much of a shit how old any of us were, and I wanted to impress them…”. He smiled slightly, looking off into the distance remembering. “It did look rather cool actually.” he mused. “My parents went mental though.”. He shook his head, chuckling. “I had access to several highly confidential government files at that point, yet the piercing was their sticking point.”

“I’m gonna guess that’s cause they never got to see the highly confidential government files, Matty.” she pointed out with a smirk back. “So… what… after that they made you take it out?”

“Surprisingly, no.” he admitted. “But apparently it’s really common for surface piercings like that to just grow out completely. It lasted for less than a year.”

“Awwww; the cool just plain ejected itself from your body.” she teased in a faux sympathetic tone.

“Oi.” he complained, nudging her lightly. “Look I know you think I'm a loser but there's no need to be mean about it.”

Even though she knew he wasn't entirely serious, that caught her a little off guard. She frowned slightly as her eyes flicked over his face. “I don't think you're a loser, Matty…” she replied. He was… fuck… how the hell could she even put it into words? How could she even begin to describe a man who could create entire worlds from typing lines into a computer? Who could not only fix robots and bikes and guns but took pleasure in it? Who somehow knew all the best games and shows and music and everything?

A man who despite all that, showed her a loyalty she could have only dreamed of years previously. Even when it was difficult. Even when it must be pretty terrifying for him. Who had the patience to deal with her, the observation to see what she needed, the compassion to even care about both. He’d told her he thought of her as his best friend on his birthday, just three weeks prior. She wished she’d worked up how to describe to him just how mutual that feeling was. Her lieutenant. Her best friend. Her Matty.

But even as she sat there on the couch, having broken so many barriers; watching what she’d once thought was just a shitty vampire show, letting him hold her, cradling him in her lap... her ability to voice all that she was feeling still failed her.

“You alright?” he asked, the concern that the conversation had broken seemingly returning a little. She guessed she’d not really spoken for a while, just looking at him as her mind swirled with all that she couldn’t convey with words.

“Oh… yeah…” she replied, trying to give a genuine slight smile. She took a deep breath in and out for reasons she couldn’t quite place. “What’s a stupid piece of metal know anyway?” she said as breezily as she could. He smiled again, and she could so easily leave it at that, but she didn’t. Instead she leaned down and kissed the scar gently. “All better.” she added, her face smiling down from just a couple of inches above him.

His smile didn’t fade, but there was still a barely noticeable shift in his expression. It was in his eyes, she thought. Like the forlorn look he’d had just minutes ago, but not quite. Like he was looking straight into her and straight through her at the same time. She couldn’t fully decipher it. All she knew is it made something burn in her chest. Her head remained close above his but she averted her gaze slightly, shaking her head. “Sorry if that was weird, my sister used to-“

“No.” he interrupted in a soft breath, his hand reaching swiftly for her face, mirroring the hold she had on his. She flicked her eyes towards his, then to his hand, then back again, wondering the significance. He didn’t need any serious explanation just to touch her face, so… why did she feel like she was dizzy with anticipation? It was agonizing. He swallowed, then seemingly felt an explanation was warranted. “Your… hair was tickling my neck…” he mumbled.

“Oh.” she chuckled, the tension broken enough for her to shift herself away from him and back upright, finally feeling able to draw a breath. “I’ve been meaning to get a haircut actually.”

“Oh?” he asked. “Are you going back to the green as well?” he asked, the ends of her hair having faded to blue as usual rather than the emerald she’d had put in just before Christmas.

“Mmm, I don’t know.” she said. “I wanna do something different.” she explained. “Not just the color either, I wanna like… change up the style a little.”. It’d been like this for so long now. Something within her was desperately craving a change. “What do you think would look cute on me?” she asked, looking down at him and placing her palm under chin, pouting.

He let out another soft laugh at that. “Everything, probably.” he suggested, getting up off her lap and settling back beside her.

“OK, one, you weren’t even looking, and two, quit being such a suck-up.” she complained lightly.

“I’m not.” he insisted, but he did look at her properly this time. “Hmm... you had a fringe back when I had you under surveillance, right?” he asked.

“You can just say “back in Steelport” so you don’t sound totally creepy.” she pointed out, then processed the rest of it. “Sorry, uh… fringe?” she asked, having been thrown off the topic a little and missing the context.

“You know…” he replied with a smirk. “Baaaangs.” he finished in his exaggerated attempt at an ‘American’ accent which, as ever, made him sound like a cross between Josh Birk and a valley girl. It got the point across but not without reminding her what a brat he still was.

“I’m gonna bang you in a min-“ she began, only really hearing it when it had already come out of her mouth and promptly closing it.

“Did…” Matt replied with a raised eyebrow and a slight laugh, though she thought she could see the slightest hint of a blush beneath his makeup. “Did you just say you’re going to bang me?”

“Matt, c'mon…” she said, breaking into laughter herself. Of course… it wasn’t entirely like she didn’t want to do exactly that. But she couldn’t give into that temptation for even a moment. Not after what had almost happened three weeks ago. And four weeks ago. And five weeks ago. “You know what I meant.” she insisted.

Matt continued to laugh along with her, but he settled his arm back around her, just as he had done at the start of their evening together. “You’re fine, love.” he assured, his cheek nestling into her hair slightly, making her scalp tingle. Then he promptly turned his attention back to the screen, their peals of laughter giving way to quiet serenity.

Casey looked to the screen too thoughtfully. Damn... Journey and Marion had some real chemistry. She had to grasp at this normalcy. She had to remind herself sometimes, how important he was to have as a friend. So that she never strayed into almost tainting it again. “Matty…” she began softly. “Y’know how you called me your uh… “bezzie mate” when you were wasted?”

“I did.” he confirmed, sounding amused by his own sloppy phrasing but recalling it nonetheless.

She should say it. Say he was her best friend too; while she was loath to compare the two, just as much as Johnny. Say he meant the world to her, especially in the absence of any other. Say anything that would mean something real and genuine and everything she wished she could be for him. “…That still true?” she instead found herself asking.

He smiled, pulling her just that little bit closer. “Always.” he assured.

[stilwaterangel]

Angel's relationship with Zinjai. How would they get along n such in your verse? 👀

you know what im not too sure!! this is something ive been thinking hard about since reading the ask but i honestly do not know. in my canon i rewrote the entirity of sriv and it doesnt include any of the plot so the zin just dont exist and angel doesnt know them, but, in terms of a more actual canon sriv world... im not sure theyd get along actually!

by the time sriv rolls around angel has kind of lost his naivety and also his willingness to trust or be so understanding. hes more hardshelled and honestly difficult to get along with irt meeting new people. long gone are the days of being a funny little guy... hes more of an asshole at this point honestly and the years of running a gang have hardened him into something meaner. he'd probably be very skeptical of zinjai bc of his associations to the zin and any relationship that they form would be super super slow to build trust or understanding... if they did ever become somewhat friendly it would take A WHILE but i mostly see angel as being avoidant and not wanting to put much time into building that bond initially

[saint-jane-austen]

Why, my dears, I welcome you most ardently to my humble blog.

I do feel I shall enjoy it here, surrounded by these most pleasant of writings and handsome of illustrations.

My name is Jane Austen and I must assure you that what I have to tell you is not, unusual as it may seem, fiction.

While I had a satisfactory life on Earth, I was swept from it soon before my untimely demise by a remarkably odd fellow. He looked nothing like a man, or indeed woman, of earth, but he assured me he was quite the fan of my work. I am told that once I was procured, I was placed in captivity for many years by this Mr. Zinyak. But herein lies the most riveting twist to my tale.

It was not Mr. Zinyak who removed me from my stasis, but a fellow human who also, it seems, rather admired my writing. I am told that while I lay in that blissful slumber, my captor was overthrown and replaced by the former President of the United States.

At first, the newly crowned Emperor and their friends spent much of their time enjoying the scientific developments that those known as 'The Zin' could provide them. But that could not last forever.

When the novelty of shaping history wore off, the Saints remembered the words of Zinjai... and that, my friends, is how I first met the Saints.

[megafreeman]

@zinjai-the-zinbean 👀👀👀

[thetwobosses]

I need a SR5 with Jaizabel and zinjai (I don't think I got his name right xD)

If they decide to continue with the space stuff in SR5, I’d like to see Jezebel and Zinjai as well (and Jane Austen, please, we never got to see a scene of her and Ben King together, talking about writing).

[saintedfury]

Zintroductions (@Zinjai-The-Zinbean)

@zinjai-the-zinbean

Clasping his hands together, Zinjai approached with caution as he normally would. A small throat clearing sounded from the alien as he spoke up. "You look a little lost.. Do you need directions?" He asked, his right brow lifting slightly. His solid black eyes peered at the human with wonder. The zinchi would stand quietly as he awaited an answer from the human being.

Furia’s head snapped in the direction of the throat clearing, her eyes worked over the height of the alien. She still wasn’t quite used to not shooting them on sight. “Just ... exploring.” 

She was never lost. Though she sometimes did find herself in places she did not intend, but she wouldn’t consider that the same as being lost. Besides, she hadn’t been looking to be in a particular place anyway, so this one was as good as any other spot she could have wound up.

[vamprnce]

I like asking this and finding out what the different bosses think on this, so here goes. What are your bosses' thoughts about Zinjai? Do they hate him, accept him, etc?

I dont particularly have sr4 as their canon in the their timeline but honestly Chris and Moni would think he's chill. Chris would prob respect them and not be the overbearing overlord Zinyak was, I'm not sure his exact personality but I'd feel Chris would crack jokes with him. Moni too respects him, and prob ask him a thousand questions trying to learn more abt the Zin, seeing as she hasn't really seen an alien before lmao (also prob rub it in her bro's face that she met a alien before him lmao)

both of their opinions are respectful and they accept him

[zin-emperor]

🏆 I really like how you portray Zinyak. It's much more in character than I've achieved. 👌

Yes, the sophisticated asshole. A stark contrast to The Boss, who is...well, just an asshole. 

[alien-queen-arts]

I just finished the second version of the linked artwork. Zinchi's spouse has entered the scene! There's one version left to do, but it'll come much later!

Of course, Zinchi's beautiful spouse here is Dessa. She belongs to one of my besties, @chaotic-khanivore

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Zinjai from Saints Row IV

[casualblacklight]

Continuing the artshare @zinjai-the-zinbean tagged me in 💜

Thank you for that 🥺🙏

I'm tagging @irisdairy 🥰

Casually sharing art of my fave characters ahah ♡

[masschase]

1, 7, 9, 14, and 20 for the Christmas ask for Casey!! Sorry if that's too much!! 😅

Christmas Boss ask meme

No such thing as too many asks! 😅 It's actually a good job you sent a few as someone else requested 1 & 9 first so the answers for those are here! 😊

7. Do your Saints find themselves having a quieter holiday season or is it busier than ever?

Hmm overall I'd say quieter. There's been the odd altercation around this time of year. I like to joke it's mostly too cold for the antagonists to start shit, they prefer to attack in summer/autumn as seen in game. 😅 But mostly they do all have some time off around Christmas and Casey's a little less chaotic herself which obviously impacts things. 🙂

14. Who cooks Christmas dinner?

On Earth I generally didn't hc the Saints having Christmas together, though Shaundi and Pierce are good enough cooks that they'd be the ones in charge of that. I wouldn't be surprised if Casey eats takeout (leftover if no-one will deliver) in her little hotel room hideaways. On the ship in 2021, it's Zinjai and probably a couple of other Zin, although Casey doesn't tell the Saints she made the (only thing she can cook) pecan pie. On Ragnarok when the Saints are all together I imagine they might split it between the Saints that can cook (Ben, Shaundi, Pierce, Asha, Matt) rather than bothering the Zin. Years later if it was just Casey and Matt and potentially their kids, Matt would obviously be stuck cooking. I think he'd find all the timings a little stressful so Casey would help him make an action plan for it though! And she'd still make the pecan pie!

20. Is your Boss overall a Christmas lover, a Scrooge, or somewhere in between?

Although she doesn't like Christmas for herself for many years, I wouldn't say Casey's a full Scrooge because she gives the Saints a reasonable amount of time off and encourages them (a little hypocritically) to see their loved ones. She doesn't spend so much time hating it as downright avoiding it. Then in later years, it still isn't her favourite holiday (according to her; Christmas under parental neglect was shit whereas Halloween under parental neglect was going round the neighbourhood terrorising everyone in a costume so she has fond memories) but she does come to put more into it and get more out as a result.