#dib is so underappreciated

[emeraldspiral]

Thinking about how context impacts Zim and Dib's perceptions of each other.

Like, Zim's on earth so he can see how Dib is regarded by his own people, and Dib is also pretty much an open book about how badly he wants to expose Zim to get some sweet, sweet vindication. He knows everyone thinks Dib's crazy and doesn't listen to him. But because Dib is the only person who knows or cares about Zim and what he does, that elevates Dib in his mind as the most superior example of his species. So his idea of Dib is that he's a misunderstood, underappreciated genius and everyone else is just too stupid to recognize how amazing he is, exactly how Zim likes to think of himself.

Dib on the other hand, has no context for Zim's social status. As far as he knows, Zim is a typical example of his species. By their standards, he's perfectly mentally healthy and not at all profoundly unwell, Irkens are just Like That. Dib takes it at face value that Zim's confidence is genuine and he's totally secure in himself because he doesn't have any frame of reference to doubt him and see that it's all just an act he uses to cope with the same extreme ostracization Dib suffers. The only way he could possibly know is if he either talked to another Irken who spilled the beans or if Zim broke down and admitted it to himself first.

So considering this, it makes even more sense why Zim is sort of infatuated with Dib but Dib's not really in a place to reciprocate yet. Zim is fond of Dib because he sees himself in him. But until ETF, Dib never saw that he had anything in common with Zim. As far as he knows, Zim's never had to struggle like he has and his own opposition to Zim is the only thing that's ever made his life difficult. Even in ETF, as far as he knows, Zim was in good standing with his leaders until he "lost" their respect, and he probably thinks it was because he successfully stalled Zim's invasion for so long, not for reasons that had nothing to do with him and existed long before he came into the picture.

[il-allora]

Oversharing II

Check out  @reynaruina ‘s Ponytail Dib AU

CW: Mental health, depression, dub con, alcoholism. If it isn’t your shit, don’t go there, babe.

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Fucking hell… “ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!” he screamed from his window and ran to put pants on as the ground shook under his feet, the sound was loud and ominous enough that the neighbors stopped screaming at each other and just started screaming in general confusion. Dib sighed, looking at the time on his watch, “Motherf— Ugh!” he complained shoving his feet into his boots and yanking his coat from the kitchen chair. He slammed the door behind him and heard the entrance mirror he had turned fall and break as another tremor shook the building. Shit.

He sighed and wondered what was he doing again as he walked down the stairs, revising his pockets until he finally found his flask and taking a swig from it. What was the fucking point? He was gonna save the city and the world again, for everyone to ignore what happened with the guy with the skin condition and the… Fucking. Colossal. Robot. Heading downtown… In any other context, that would be cool as hell, he caught himself thinking.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and taking another swig of cheap gin, he put the flask away and took his car keys. Revised the trunk where his world-saving-gear was in since the incident with the zombies. He could use the extra power interruption system he had upstairs, but this would make due… Dib sighed, climbed on his car and turned it on, “I told him I didn’t wanna fucking do this this fucking week,” he swiveled in traffic and over the sidewalks, people cursing at him as he apologized apathetically at the insults and ugly handsigns… He should just go there and wreck his own bit of havoc by letting Zim have an extra minute of glory punching buildings or whatever he was doing.

Parking his car on a corner he took the backpack with the Swollen Eyes symbol and said, “Let’s do this,” against his every impulse he walked towards the robot as people ran away in hoards pressing and pushing him, he even felt a kick at the knee (what the hell??). Once he was close enough he put his digital signature detection googles and saw most commands for the robot were at the top… “Fucking great, space boy, not cliché at all.”

Pushing the googles up he ran for cover against a hydrant, then against the piece of a building, inching his way towards the gigantic, stupid thing. Behind cars, behind debris, jumping and dodging rocks of all sized the robot seemed to be kicking around undecided on where to go. Until he found the stairs and ran to climb up almost losing a foot as the alien seemed to notice him and try to shake him off, good time to use the tensors at his trousers to climb, awesome… It’s great to remind yourself why you’re broke by buying everything you need for confrontation with an alien invader. Just as he wanted his Saturday to end.

Adrenalin cursed through him as he put a little laser robot he built to burn through the metal, pushing his goggles down over his glasses, he waited while the robot… Danced? Hm. He climbed in and then found high ground at the air vents, taking a go pro strapped to his head along with a flashlight, he crawled up and down and over to the next room, then the next and as he thought he was lost in the stupid thing.

Finally falling through to a dark room filled with machines… Huh… Control room. He looked around, recovering as easily as ever from the fall and forgetting how bothered he was by this whole matter for a second as he fiddled around and rigged the computer with a little self destruction command he’d learned from his times abducted at Zim’s house.

Cautiously walking to the door, he bumped into GIR, “Destroy intruder!!” he said with his eyes turning red and Dib prepared for anything the crazy thing had in store, before he could know it had climbed to his chest and started ticking him, “HAHAHHAHAHHA, fuck, stop!! STOP!!!” running down the hall as he could in the middle of the weirdest, scratchiest tickle fight he’d had ever in his life. He fell on through the door by the end, belly on the cold metallic floor as the little robot climbed off his back “Well done, GIR!! Now, strap him!!!”.

Dib growled and panted as GIR screamed, “Yes, Master! CANDYYY!!” Then from his head he shot sticky candy that quickly had him stuck to the floor. Dib sighed again, somehow there was a part of him that regretted leaving his apartment, while the rest of him screamed at it ‘if you didn’t the world would be doomed’, ‘fuck the world, the news will be that there was a hurricane downtown anyway’ said the apathetic side and he looked up at Zim defiantly, “LET ME GO NOW, ZIM!!” to which the alien laughed. “Oh, I knew that if I made enough noise The Dib would come to the rescue of this pathetic, little rock… I KNEW YOU COULDN’T RESIST THE CHALLENGE!!!” Dib sighed and pressed his forehead to the floor, lifting it quickly thankful that it hadn’t stuck to the floor…

He narrowed his eyes at Zim and said, “You won’t win, Zim! It’s already time you realized that you don’t stand a chance against Earth!” the blade hidden in his sleeve came out and he saw through the candy as Zim kept chatting. God that guy loved to chat about his grandioseness…

“You make Zim laugh, Dib stink! HA!” he laughed sitting back at the pilot seat sparing one last glance at Dib as he struggled against his ties, “Now at least you get a first row seat to watch me burn down this city and unleash doom on my path to your preseedent’s back yard!” he laughed manically as the robot stumbled, “Oh… Computer!! What was that?!” he screamed. The AI was blocked out when Dib unleashed the virtual self destruction. He finished freeing his feet, at which GIR applauded cheerfully as if he were performing a magic trick.

Dib rose an eyebrow at it, and then jumped back as a leg from Zim’s pack punctured the floor before him, “I told you, you won’t-!” the ray came from nowhere and missed him by an inch, before he could brace himself he was thrown against the wall and pushed up by his collar. The gin he’d had was enough as not to mind the pain too much, so he swallowed thickly against the pressure and he had seldom seen Zim so close. They looked at each other for a long moment and Dib was having a rough time not liking being manhandled by his rival, but alas, fight goes both ways. He punched Zim in the face and he fell back with Dib on all fours on top of him. Two fundamental notes on irkens were that: 1) They were strong and 2) They knew how to make a fight.

The knee to his stomach was almost sweet and he doubled over, falling on the mechanical legs trapped under him. So they stayed there on the floor, literally rolling punches until the both of them were battered and somehow Dib felt less angry about his life choices. He could do this all his life, he was good at this, the world needed him.

Soon enough Zim limped away after breaking a window as he lifted and pushed Dib almost through it, the robot was quickly going down as Zim had GIR lift him by the pack to safety and as the ground approached Dib counted to three, made a jump of faith and rolled on glass and tough broken asphalt as the robot collapsed on the ground. 

Panting and pressing at his bloody nose, Dib limped a few blocks away, feeling his coat sticking to his arms and holding his belly as it was still queasy. The robot exploded to bits and sent him rolling to the ground again, he covered his head as the expansive wave broke the window of every building around him.

Zim is definitely why he can’t have nice things… He wanted a peaceful Saturday night wallowing in self pity and having a shameful orgasm or sleeping…

Groaning and grunting, Dib finally got to his feet. Leaning heavily against a building and walking down the street. He didn’t even bother looking back, he unstuck his coat and then noticed that his shirt had been cut at the front… What the hell was with Zim and shirt breaking?! He sighed and covered himself as well as he could, leaving the coat and backpack in the trunk. 

After a while he finally plopped down on the driver’s seat in a haze and saw the parking ticket on the windshield… Of course…. This fucking city… He put the car on drive and went back home. Earth’s savior needed to get blackout drunk right fucking now.

On the other side of town, in a strange little house there was an alien smiling at the screen showing Dib walking out of his car and the door of the vehicle falling as he apathetically walked back inside the building.

Zim hissed as the restoration serum pumped into his system, “I don’t understand, Dib-stink, you deserve this awful world! Why don’t you take it??! You’re capable of it as the best irken invaders I’ve ever met!!” he said as his antennae fell and he sighed helplessly as the strong warrior of Earth walked out of sight, “I could make you the President of Earth if you let me… You’d be deserving, my Dib” he said frustrated balling his fists at his sides and feeling twice as defeated, ironically by the same man.

[violintrees]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Week

Day 5

Underappreciated-

(seek) the storm, (forgive) the rain - @zhekiel - Zim, Gir, Found Family, One shot

Nice little one shot by a beloved mutual. Zim and Gir time with a little outside perspective from Zita. Zim cares a lot and they are a dysfunctional family but in a way thats what makes them fit in on Earth.

Without a Truce -  @spooksdraws @withoutathought - Zade to Zadf, One chapter out

Story is just getting started and I have the benefit of knowing a lot of the plot points later on but this first chapter really sets the tone and focus of the story so well! Pak is malfunctioning and they are still enemies but maybe some care is being uncovered here.. but there is a ways to go for both of them. Excellent work!

Post Canon-

Space Step-Dad by Octopusfan13 - Zadf/r, Dib has a kid, Resisty, OCs, In Progress/Unfinished

I don’t know if there will ever be more but it is already full of great content. And really good writing of a kid into their dynamic.

A Promise to Keep by  TrippNessa - Zadf to Zadr, Irken Empire, Resisty, Multichapter, Unfinished

GREAT PAK LORE GREAT RELATIONSHIP BUILDING. This fic ends right at big moment but it is still great.

Death-

Home by @chipper-daily - Zadf/Zadr, One shot

I really dislike Major Character Death but this fic does it in such a smart way. The idea is so good and tragic but there is also care taken in the resolution. Its the kind of fic that makes me have to lie in bed for a bit and just think.

No Gods No Masters by @chipper-daily - Enemies to lovers, Zadf/r, Death, Horror elements, Complete

Again, not fond of death or most soul mates stuff but this fic has such an interesting exploration of both concepts and the boys have such an interesting dynamic having met for the first time and it is such a cool read please go check it out,

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

[pretty-rage-machine]

invader zim, for the blorbo meme :3

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) - Dib. I imprinted on the lad as a smeet and he's my darling to this day. Best when present with Zim tho OwO

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) - uhh probably Dib as well! And Zim. MAD BAD ADORABLE LADS.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) - Tak and Sizz-Lorr tbh

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) - oh god it's been so long since I've been really into this - Sizz-Lorr again I think? I just think he's neat. Tak is popular in some circles but Sizz is almost a non-entity.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) - I feel like this HAS to be split between Zim and Dib again, specifically because of the "pathetic" descriptor. Oh uh I love all the nightmare world monster guys!

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) - Zim and Dib win it again 8)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) - the Tallest maybe? Actually? Those guys suck

[racetrackthehiggins]

Dibs on Les Mis for the ask thingie. Hope you're well <3

thank u bb!!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Grantaire, because i am a cliche

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Joly is very shaped and i am love

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): i think Bahorel is underutilized and is therefore very scrimblo

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): Musichetta. Love that girl. Know nothing about her.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Grantaire is ALSO my poor little meow meow

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Enjolras, but like, with love (but also mostly Grantaire again but all my answers can't be Grantaire)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): I KNOW there's more nuance in the brick but musical!verse Thenardiers

[brawltogethernow]

Miles Morales, Zim, and Tails Miles Prower.

I've known you since middle school and the first ask you ever send me is about Sonic.

fuck marry kill but it’s get them randomly assigned as your lab partner for a whole semester, get trapped with them on a broken elevator for ten hours, and have them as your employee trainer for your new job at McDonald's (you cannot escape the elevator)

Okay Miles Morales, Miles "Tails" Prower, and Miles "Zim" Zimothy of Irk. (You can't prove that's not his name.) First instinct is that I want Miles as my lab partner, and I don't want Zim...anywhere. Every time Zim is put into a mundanely unpleasant human situation, he massively traumatizes the background characters around him. So I have to be more than a background character. I have to fight Zim. I have to torment him. I have to break his mind and will. For one episode's worth of time I have to be some kind of awkward spinoff of Dib.

So I was going to say Tails at McDonald's, because...I have the impression he's a nice lad? Underappreciated? Fairly bright? Like, he's like Robin if Batman were kind of stupid in some adaptations? Right? So he might flourish if given an opportunity to have a management position for a bit. But I can't be Zim's nemesis in an elevator. I mean I could but it sounds dicey. We have to face off at McDonald's, or rather (*Googles IZ's in-universe parody of Mickey D's*) - MACMEATIES. If I don't establish dominance, I will get scalded with fry oil or some similar bit of comedic sociopathy, but I am very good at being annoying, and if Zim wishes physical harm on me I will become invulnerable because his frustration is funnier than my pain.

So I'm going to gamble on ten hours in an elevator with a flying.........................................ffffox? Right? And Miles will be a friendly, diligent, and intelligent lab partner unless Something Comes Up. He's at least more reliable than practically all the other Spider-People. Like he probably won't completely forget our assignments, and if he does at least he'll feel bad about it.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Have any nsfw headcanons for the Combaticons??

I've seen people thirst for these guys, but I personally never got it? I mean not to shame, everyone deserves to be thirsty, I just never thought about it?  Imma do one at a time, then a few of them in general. Anyfuck, let’s see how this garbage is gonna be!

You fuck one, you fuck them all. It is your fate, deal.

Each one has different...personalities. They conflict whenever the inevitable gangbang happens, but all have good dick, so you learn to deal.

Onslaught; As the leader of the group, he more often that not, calls the shots. They’ll argue with him, but he gets first dibs on you. He LOVES getting a chance to get you all worked up, then throwing you towards the boys. Since they’ve been watching the whole time, it's like throwing you to a bunch of horny piranhas. He tries to act like hes some sex god, but honestly, if you act all sweet and tel him he’s so smart and underappreciated, hes putty in YOUR hands.

Brawl; He’s the LOUDEST of the group. Not just because of his rattling metal, dude just has no volume control. When you first start fragging him, you think he's faking it. Trust me, a simple overload will make him scream his poor head off. Not his fault, he's just genuinely that sensitive. He’s hurt some audials, so he understands why you gotta gag him. He's not only the loudest, but he's the angriest. The boys tend to pick on him for him being loud, and he doesn't like it. Once you get him to submit though, he’s an absolute bottom. Watch out though, he’s a head butter.

Blast off; He acts high and mighty, and brags that he’s the kinkiest of the group. And by kinky, he means emotionally vulnerable. Sure he can spike you and finger you like hella, but if you smooch his belly, and tell him he's appreciated, he melts. His drive is the lowest of the group, and he appreciates the vanilla parts of a relationship. Gets jealous easiest, and if anyone outside of the group picks you up, he's gonna beat some ass.

Swindle; surprise surprise, he's the greediest of them all. He prolongs his turn, wants the most overloads; he just genuinely doesn't play well with others around you. He will however, share his huge collection of toys. He’s got more than enough to go around. He's the only member of the group that would frag multiple people, namely for cash. Cash gets the boy going. Throw some bills at him, he’ll drop and suck you off there and then, ho hesitation. Is a cam bot, and unless you say otherwise, will post videos of everyone fucking.

Vortex; He’s the one with the weirder kinks. Stuffing kinks, leather- he’s into some weird stuff. Loves fragging when he's drunk. Seriously, drunk Vortex is a SLUT. Panels stay opened, and it's free entry for all. His dream frag is to be just plastered, and give someone a wing job. It's difficult with his blades, but damn put in the effort for him. You know those kinks where you jerk off into food or drink, and you eat it? He's kiinda into that. Don't you kinkshame. Who’s overload is it? Who cares, long as its in something tasty.

[shadowofthelamp]

Completely agree that Swap!Zim needs some attention! Poor guy's probably the only one who hasn't gotten a full discussion. So let's make him relevant, shall we? This feral child who's been building insanely advanced machinery and weapons from the moment his parents stopped supervising him; found and kept a feral, mutated, green dog (His parents probably aren't even aware he has) and falls in love with an alien is SEVERELY underappreciated!

I just had the idea because I was struggling to figure out how to age him up (he’s 11/12 in most of the au, same as Dib is in canon) and had the idea that of all the Zims, he’s the one that manages world domination. The human one. 

That’s only one potential idea, though. Again, the few writings I have I never finished. 

The thing about the swap au is that Dib very much likes him first. Dib is, similar to in the irken au, there to study local flora and find uses for them. Gaz is the invader, sent here for her catastrophic body count on every other mission she’s had. She finds out Earth has good games and is just ‘eh, whatever’ and basically puts the mission on hold, letting Dib start stalking the one human that truly interests him- Zim. He’s almost irken-like, and clearly incredibly intelligent- and destructive!

Zim isn’t sure how to take him at first- on one hand, this is attention, and mostly positive. On the other, Dib has absolutely no sense of personal space or privacy, which is weird for someone who’s so used to being alone. Dib gets roped into Zim’s petty revenge pranks and helping him build gadgets to deal with every possible problem.

He discovers Dib is an alien (he didn’t actually realize it until a few months later) when Dib drops his notes and about a third of them are gushing over what a specimen he is and how it’s a shame he’d probably be traumatized by dissection because Dib wants to crack open his brain and take a look.

Zim ends up sneaking after Dib to his base and once he sees Dib leave, he bashes the security system and slips  in. Gaz’s SIR unit catches him, and he manages to rip off both of its arms before it knocks him out. He wakes up strapped down on a table, Dib pacing as he argues with himself out loud over whether he could really justify just using Zim like another test subject when he’d been genuinely having fun interacting with him.

Zim somehow manages to talk Dib out of cutting him up, and they have an uneasy truce for a few days before Dib agrees that Zim can check out his tech as long as he promises not to tell anyone. (Zim knows no one would believe him anyways, so  he agrees pretty easily.)

They grow as friends from there, and eventually end up dating. However, giving Zim basically unlimited access to mega-advanced tech… well, it ain’t pretty. 

[theamberfang]

NitW: Day 8 [part 5], evening continued

Upkeep

Once again, I find myself needing to catch up to my save point. To be fair to myself, trying to judge how many words I’ll be writing about the stuff I’m playing through is a new and difficult task. It also hasn’t turned out to be the biggest deal for me to continue things even days after having actually played the part in the game.

I do genuinely think there isn’t too much left to the evening of day 8 though. I might have felt comfortable powering through to complete it yesterday if I didn’t have other plans that night. I also have other plans this evening, so I really do hope this doesn’t take that long.

Poet Society

Leaving the microfiche immediately skips to Mae-Bea back down on the first floor. I remember them having a conversation, but I can’t recall the exact details. The most natural follow-up would be for them to have spoken about how Mae will actually go out to these places: for example, Bea has work, so she can’t drive Mae out to all three places, though she’s definitely down to check out the graveyard.

The likely reason I forgot those details is that what the two find is a meeting of poets in the library lobby. Bea recognizes the leader of the group as Ms. Quelcy, their art teacher from back in school; she’s a badass who kept art class going through, what seemed to be, sheer force of will and determination. I can respect that: art class is greatly underappreciated in a world of standardized testing. It’ll be one of the first things to see the axe if a school has trouble with funding, and it’s pretty remarkable for a single teacher to fight against that.

Also attending this meeting of poets is Selmers and someone I didn’t recognize until Ms. Quelcy referred to him as “Fisherman” Jones—it’s the rhyming tunnel fisherman! Bea asks if they’re going to stay for this, and hell yes we are. I’m not missing whatever is about to happen here.

Ms. Quelcy starts things off with a poem about her worst student ever, who vandalized her car, named Brian. Hopefully this was a special case, because Ms. Quelcy likely had things hard enough dealing with the school board to also deal with aggressively rude children.

“Fisherman” Jones is up next with two poems, one about a fish and the other a frog, both likely set in the tunnel. I don’t remember the exact details, but Mae put it pretty well with: “He seems to really care about what fish think.” More specifically, he cares about what “fish” think about him. Really, he seems to be particularly anxious about people judging him; I remember how he always asked Mae to not listen to him. A more poetic way I just thought of putting it is that while he’s fishing, he’s really looking at his own reflection on the water’s surface, judging himself. I hope coming to this group helps him build some confidence; he’s got good rhymes. even with the occasional dud. (Honey, I’m horm!)

Once it’s Selmers’s turn, Mae tells Bea that Selmers has short and funny poems. Also, apparently Bea doesn’t know Selmers, which surprises Mae since the two are basically neighbors—goes to show how little time Bea has to socialize with people. What Selmers ends up dishing out is neither short nor funny though: it’s hot fire. It’s really long, but the highlight for me was her calling out how a young tech billionaire can earn more than her entire family lineage has in 100 generations. Mae and Bea are extremely impressed—I’m hoping it leads to Bea becoming friends with Selmers, because she totally gets that poem.

Planning

After that surprise poetry session, Mae-Bea make their way to Gregg and Angus’s apartment to figure out how they’ll handle Mae’s ghost hunting. Conveniently, there are three places to go to and Mae has three friends: each one can chaperone her to a different place.

Bea essentially calls dibs on Little Joe’s graveyard. As she had expressed back at the library, she’s already personally interested in the place—for historical reasons, rather than anything supernatural. It’s also the closest location, so she doesn’t have to worry about missing any work for the trip.

Gregg wants whatever involves doing crimes, and Mae says that the museum would be perfect. Bea corrects her though, explaining that they don’t have to break in or anything. The employees there are literally paid to let people in and show people around. Gregg is still cool with the museum though. Considering the location provides what is essentially free (it sounds free from how Bea talked about it) public education, I feel like it would be strange for this duo to actually do any crimes here. I wouldn’t be surprised for them to pull out the crimes against any signs of capitalist oppression though.

Angus resigns himself to whatever is left, and is pleasantly surprised to hear a location that he’s familiar with—his little ears even perk up. Apparently he’s visited the romantic getaway spot—the one I forgot the exact name of—in the boy scouts. It’ll be the first time Mae hangs out with Angus since she came back home, so I’m particularly excited about this one.

Of these, I do remember going to the graveyard with Bea in my last playthrough, and I think that’s as far as I ever got. I definitely never went on trips with Gregg or Angus before. For the sake of wrapping up everything I’ve done in previous playthroughs, I’ll probably go ahead and start with Bea again. Everything after that should be totally new to me.

Bed

With plans made for the next few days, Mae heads home. Dad asks about the fight Mae and Mom had yesterday morning, and Mae tells him that everything is good now. They made up this morning. Considering the topic of their argument though, Mae takes the opportunity to ask if the family is in trouble. Dad insists that things are fine, but I’m as worried as Mae is still. I don’t think the Ham Panther and church are exactly high paying jobs that can keep up with a large debt. There’s nothing to be done right now though, so Mae heads up for bed.

Checking for her friends online, Bea says that Mae can just drop by whatever day she’s ready to go to the graveyard—it’ll be tomorrow. Bea was also tired enough to fall asleep while chatting with Mae. It puts into perspective how big a deal it is for Bea to still spend the time for band practice and, even further, to go with Mae to the library to research ghosts.

I don’t actually recall too much about the conversations with Gregg and Angus. I figure they shared similar sentiments of being ready whatever day Mae wants to go with them. I think my mind was a little too hung up on Mae-Bea to properly remember what happened afterwards.

Tonight’s dream is a return to running around finding the band of ghosts. This time the dream seems to be set in a sunken city, and large fish swim past in the background. In the shadowy foreground, what appear to be drowned bodies float. This dream feels harder to connect to the rest of the game than the previous ones: Possum Springs was definitely a coal town and the train is a prominent feature. Admittedly “alleys” are usually more of a big city thing, but Mae spends enough time running all over town that it works. I guess fish and water are in the tunnels, where “Fisherman” Jones spends much of his time.

Otherwise, it’s still hard to make much of these dreams without more context. Are they literally supernatural visions? Are they caused by natural gas coming from under the house? When it comes to greater themes, I feel like it’ll be important to learn more about these ghostly musicians. Were they strikers? What of the giant beasts that end every dream? Unfortunately, I don’t remember all of them. This dream ended with a large bird—maybe the same type that Mae and Gregg saw out in the woods. One of the previous ones ended with a squirrel. Those are the only two I can recall.

So ends the night. Tomorrow Mae will be spending the evening with Bea, but I also remember there being quite a bit to do during the rest of the day.

[jessskell]

When people ask me what my ideal man is. He’s so underappreciated we need more DIB LOVE!

https://youtu.be/O5jE_tnvzg0

[ellen-reincarnated1967]

Ellen's Bar and Tab PSA

Hey guys and gals. I have some news and you may be upset, you may not care, or you may beg me not to, but I must for the sake of my own creativity, stress, and life force.

I am currently finishing up I think three challenges, and after that, I WILL NOT BE DOING ANYMORE. They feel forced, dull, and that’s not me.

I write where my mind takes me and lately it’s just been subpar IMO.

I will be posting fics that I’m currently in the process of sorting through. DIBS will always be updated.

I need to write for me. Focus on what drives me. Not care about the likes or lack of feedback. Even though your support has been so necessary lately. I just feel underwhelmed and underappreciated.

I’m only human. I’m not a machine. Lately that’s how my writing feels like; mechanical. Brainless.

I want to leave you wanting more, not caring if I exist at all here in tumblrville.

I love each and everyone of you. Feel free to keep tagging me and talking to me. I’ll still be around.

Tagging whomever pops up: @jodyri @hiddenwritingsintheworld @spnashley @iwantthedean @iwriteshortstuff @castielspahdehrah @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @letsgetoutalive @tas898 @atc74 @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @chelsea072498 @teamfreewill-imagine @mrswhozeewhatsis @adriellej @latinenglishfandomblog @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @blushingsamgirl @oriona75 @ilostmyshoe-79 @idreamofhazel @bohowitch @one-shots-supernatural

[zadrphobe]

dib is really underappreciated and so is gaz. tbh everyone other than zim and gir are