#ao3 curse got me

[sleepy-drawss]

Happy thanksgiving, drew this on my phone using ibisPaint. I felt humbled going back to my roots.

Macaque after protecting wukong and mk all of season 5:

[erinwantstowrite]

yeah i love writing. me banging my head into a wall trying not to hate everything i write is just part of the process dude. no i don't think i should seek help what are you talking about haha.

[bluesidez]

I am having a little block with my current requests, so Gym Rat Miguel lovers will be getting a cute lil surprise (not really a surprise) at some point between today and tomorrow...hopefully!

[emacrow]

Time Rewound and Space Unbound has updated again, chapter 8 is now out. written by me/Emacrow

Link here<-

[raileurta]

An average a life series for grian lasts 7.75 episodes. He tends to make it decently far into a series without perma dying. So for this season I'm going to wait until the 4th episode before I start talking about my ideas for what he is based off. Then once the series is done I'll make a new version and compare the two.

Considering the nature of the series I expect it going in a chaos themed direction. He also has some "inside knowledge" so I'm going to lean even more heavily into the god aspects of his character. I tend to do that a lot already but idgaf.

Btw for my new followers who came for my transformers stuff don't worry I'm not switching hyperfixations yet. I got 5 major drafts in the making for you guys.

[jabberwockprince]

reworking this old ass oc and trying to figure out colors <3

[hardtofindneuro]

i just want to tell everyone what happened this year with sexmas. shiver and i had planned to write sexmas early in the year but due to many many unforeseen circumstances, we didn’t get to start early so we’d be writing it day by day, which is honestly a lot and very hard. i told myself id try it but if i didn’t get all 25 done, especially because i was going to do it by myself, that’s fine (but my anxiety and ocd disagreed). i spent the last week or so of november taking care of my grandmother at her house, spent the next week at hospice while i was sick, which she passed away and we had to put down my work year old dog (who was 20 years old). then, a week or so ago, i ripped my fingernail off and broke my finger. so shiver, SO GRACIOUSLY, offered to help. not only did she help but she’s written almost everyday since, and continues to do so because i 1. threw out my back 2. am sick again 3. found out my dog has heart disease 4. my mom has to go to the hospital. SO. all this to say that i’m going through a fuck ton and even though she didn’t have to, didn’t commit to it, or even have the time to, shiver took over sexmas and saved the fic for y’all. and maybe for me too. so please go send some love her way because like, she’s the best. thanks for listening to my rant. ok bye

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[n0bluev]

@fushiglow hmm….wonder who i’d draw this for all of a sudden and why… 🤔🤔

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

When I think about it, I think one of my favorite things about the Curse of DarKastle lore is how it presents an almost comical inversion of the classic Beauty and the Beast story. Instead of being rude to and angering a witch who curses him to be trapped in a beastly form until true love can break his curse, Prince Ludwig gets startled by a witch and howls, to which she responds by bestowing werewolf powers upon him--I don't think the ride specifies, but it seems like he can turn at will? Or it may have been more emotionally linked. But in any case, it's not presented as a curse (in spite of the ride's name -- I think that comes later when everyone gets trapped as ghosts, at least in my interpretation) but rather as a gift in service of his "dark destiny". She prophetically tells him that he's going to become the "wicked ruler of a corrupt kingdom" and then turns into a wolf herself and actively guides him in overthrowing his parents and ruling the kingdom with an iron fist. It's like the same setup as the witch in Beauty and the Beast, only instead of trying to teach him a moral lesson, the witch in Curse of DarKastle looked at this awful little prince and went "I can make him worse" and then enabled and encouraged his many subsequent murders. It's such a wild story setup for a ride and I kind of love how bonkers it is.

[griefpersevering]

god bless the person who left this in the bookmark notes of one of my fics, this is the funniest thing anyone has ever said about me

[igniting-quill]

@flufftober

[liluchunnies]

Accidentally got the ao3 curse again cuz I was writing jose rizal x dazai osamu fanfics in class😞😞😞

Shoutout to my great grandma who died but atleast I got a banger idea for a fic out of it

[egginfroggin]

Oh okay good to know that AO3 logging me out isn't due to anything on my end

[emacrow]

Time Rewound and Space Unbound has updated, Chapter 9 is now out. written by me/Emacrow

Link here <-

[abrthephantomq]

Encoder Zim, Ch 2, pt 3

Every. Single. Class.

Zim was in every. single. one. of his classes. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised. He knew this was going to happen. Middle Skool hadn’t been much better; though at least then he and Zim didn’t have the same lunch. At least, not for the first half of the school year, anyway. 

The last class of the day was PE. At first the class went over the weekly schedule; how they’d spend two days in the weight room and the other three in the gym proper. 

Today, being the first official day for Freshmen, though, meant that an old staple came into play:

Dodgeball. 

Dib hated dodgeball. Like always, he was picked close to last – some other unfortunate looking kid he didn’t know got picked after him. 

Zim, of course, stood on the opposite team, teeth bared in a smile that could’ve doubled as a sneer in Dib’s direction. He already had a dodgeball in his hands. His blonde hair – which Dib knew was a wig; he’d seen the alien sans disguise before – already had that disheveled look to it that came with a day of activity. 

(Dib hadn’t given Zim the satisfaction of commenting on his change in hair style – the longer Dib went without saying something about it, the more annoyed Zim seemed to get. For how tired Dib was, he’d take his wins where he could get them – even if that meant Zim grew more and more unhinged as the day went on.)

Dib wanted nothing more than to get his hands on a ball and smack Zim in the face with it. Unfortunately for him, his aim was typically fucking atrocious. It was everything Dib could do to stay in the game, usually.

The moment their overly muscled PE teacher blew the whistle, Dib did his best to keep away from the onslaught of dodgeballs. He dodged and threw himself around in weird ways, keeping his eyes on Zim all the while. 

He knew Zim would cheat, somehow. 

He always did. With those pak legs, usually – he’d “jump” up higher to get a better angle and to dodge Dib’s teams balls. With multiple balls in play, though, Dib knew he was likely to get his ass handed to him – Zim or no Zim on the opposite team. 

The first hit nailed him on the side of his face, pushing his glasses painfully into the bridge of his nose. A second hit right after, catching him in the chest. The shoulder. His side as he tumbled to the ground. 

Thank god none of them had managed to hit him in the crotch, this time. He rolled away from the chaos, sitting with the other kids who were also out for the duration of the game – until someone on their team actually caught a ball. 

Which no one would, because of course – of course Zim’s team somehow had the vast majority of the balls, somehow. Dib sighed, taking his glasses off his face and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. 

All in all, the game ended swiftly after that. Zim, unsurprisingly enough, was the last one standing on his team, cackling. 

“I am ZIM!!” he shouted. “You all will bow down to ME, the dodgeball master!” 

Dib rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the ground. “Will you just – shut the fuck up for once?” 

He hadn’t finished straightening himself out before his back was slammed against the matted gym wall. “What was that, Dib-worm?” Zim hissed, his hands – claws, really – digging into Dib’s threadbare gym shirt. 

Dib sucked in a breath, his lungs seizing for a moment due to his impact against the wall. He lowered his gaze, meeting Zim’s glare full on. He was all but gnashing his teeth at Dib. With the blonde hair and the blue eyes that Dib knew were so, so incredibly fake, he really did look almost like a fourteen year old kid like Dib himself. 

“Wait – have your eyes always been blue?” Dib sputtered, feeling his face burn as the other kids in their class began to chant FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. 

Zim all but shrieked in frustration, his grip on Dib’s shirt tightening as he then pulled Dib off the wall and slammed him back against it once more – this time even harder than the first. “You notice my eyes but you say not a word about Zim’s BRILLIANT BLONDE HAIR?!” 

Dib couldn’t help it. 

He laughed. Cackled, really – and then his laughter dissolved into uncontrollable giggles. 

“Are you fucking serious right now, Zim?” he managed. Through each round of giggles, Dib noticed how Zim’s remarkably human looking face flushed with some combination of anger and embarrassment. “I’m too fucking tired for this, man.” 

Zim looked as though he were about to demand a further explanation – but before he could their teacher caught up with the commotion, pulling Zim off of Dib and yelling something about the two of them needing to take their personal issues elsewhere. 

Dib, of course, took that moment to slip out of the gym and into the locker room. Maybe if he changed quickly enough he could get the fuck out of there and be on the way home before the final bell rang. Maybe, just maybe, he’d get lucky for once in his goddamn, miserable life, and – 

“Where do you think you’re going, Dib-stink?” Zim growled, shoving at Dib’s bare fucking shoulder, because of course Zim followed him and of course Zim had no compunctions over touching Dib when he was in the middle of fucking changing. 

“Home,” he answered, moving to put as much space between himself and Zim as he possibly could. He shoved his neutral face shirt back on before pulling his trench coat out of his gym locker. “Is that alright with you, your Majesty?” 

He was so, so glad he’d changed out of his goofy ass sweatpants before changing his shirt. Trench coat on and book bag hooked over his shoulder, all Dib had to do was shove his feet back into his boots, and – 

“Can’t go anywhere without these, can you, Dib?” Zim cackled, holding up said boots. He made a disgusted face. “Eughh – why do these smell so bad?” 

Laughter broke out throughout the locker room, and Dib did his best to ignore it and the heat building up underneath the collar of his shirt. “They just need to be cleaned,” he said, his voice thin and reedy. “I didn’t get a chance to after – after last night.” 

After he’d spent hours chasing Zim around the city. Hours he was regretting spending now, because his body ached with how tired he was. His first day in High Skool had been absolutely, incredibly fucking miserable, all thanks to the asshole standing in front of him. 

Zim narrowed his eyes at Dib, then held Dib’s boots out as far as he could in Dib’s direction. Dib didn’t grumble thanks as he snatched them out of Zim’s realistic-but-fake-as-hell hands, settling on one of the benches in the locker room as he shoved his feet into his boots. He didn’t look up at Zim, either, as he began to lace them up, doing so as quickly as he could with how shaky his hands were, just then. 

“I wish you’d just leave me alone, Zim,” he said as he straightened himself out, towering over the alien and relishing in the way Zim’s expression flattened out. 

“Nonsense, you relish in Zim’s glorious attention!” he then said, as confidently as he’d normally say anything – but Dib could hear the undercurrent of doubt that lingered in his voice. Good. “You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I didn’t torment you every single day!” 

Dib snorted at that, shoulder-checking Zim on his way past him. Zim, of course, followed him as they made their way out of the locker room. Somehow, Zim was already changed – he probably had his gym outfit as a separate disguise or something. It probably took him just the press of a button to change. 

“I think it’s you who wouldn’t know what to fucking do with yourself if you didn’t torment me every single fucking day,” he said, once the two of them were finally, finally out of earshot from the rest of the kids in the locker room. He didn’t so much as look over at Zim; he could feel his presence to his left. Could feel Zim’s eyes on him, even, as they walked down the hall together. “I bet you can’t go a fucking month without saying shit to me. I bet it’d drive you insane.” 

“I can absolutely go a month without talking to your disgusting humanness, Dib-boy,” Zim said with a sniff. “It would be a relief not to have to engage with your big-headedness for so long.” 

Dib turned on his heel, crowding Zim against the hallway wall. “Then fucking prove it, space boy. Don’t fucking talk to me, taunt me, throw notes at me, message me – for a whole fucking month.” 

Zim’s mouth hung open, his eyes widening for a moment before resolve overtook his features. He looked so human, and yet Dib knew he wasn’t. His blue eyes narrowed, and Dib tried to ignore the way his heart twisted in his chest as Zim spat, “Fine. Zim will leave the Dib alone for a month.” 

Dib thrust his hand forward. “Shake on it,” he said as Zim jumped at Dib’s sudden movement. 

Zim took a beat too long, looking between Dib’s hand and Dib’s face before sliding his hand inside Dib’s with a roll of his eyes. “Stupid human. A month is nothing to me.” 

They shook on it. Dib did his best to ignore how he could feel the difference between the last two fingers of Zim’s hand and the three that he knew Zim actually had. “Your month starts now,” he said as he let go, turned on his heel, and marched right out of the school. 

He smirked to himself as he heard Zim sputter indignantly behind him.