#dib what are you fucking doing with your life kid ...

[lambygoat]

From 'Dark Harvest' EP4S1, second segment.

[kairiscorner]

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man... he's so annoying. and yet, so fucking dreamy.

summary: you were lauded as the only serious junior in the entire spider society. you did your work and loved doing it, you made no exceptions for any rules, not even for yourself. you loved order and civility, you fought hard in your universe to earn it, and you believed you deserved it here in the spider society and tried your hardest to uphold it. but when he showed up... you were gonna have a problem.

word count: 1,222 (crazy)

a/n: might be part 1 of something, or a oneshot, who knows !

you loved being a spider person, though of course, you'd never show it. you were looked up to by anyone who was anyone, everyone wanted to be like you. you upholded the law and ideals of society as a spider person, who'd've thought for your city to be civilized, all they needed was a spider-themed hero and they'd all bow down and listen?

it was because of your amazing abilities, tireless determination to serve and protect the people of your hometown that you were sought out by the spider society and became one of theirs. and you were the damn best at it. you found a new pleasure and hobby in beating up bad guys, being spotted over roofs of abandoned buildings, being pointed and gasped at by onlooker civilians, and saving the day as a friendly neighborhood spider person.

life was great like this, it followed one, linear path that everyone else did. it was the perfect pastime, the perfect job for you. you made a few friends and got along real well with jess and peter b, you had dibs on being jess' kid's mentor when it'd be born, and mayday absolutely loved you. you were peter b's go-to for a babysitter if he had to leave for a mission or go on a date night with mj. you were a trusted kid at the spider society, the adults had never met a kid as serious, responsible, and hard-working as you.

it was pure bliss, being part of the spider society.

until he showed up.

the moment he came in, you swore you heard a loud electric guitar strum reverberate throughout the halls. you felt the vibrations of it in every bone and muscle of your body, this guy couldn't have bothered you any worse. you groaned at the noise, asking others around you who that was. they shrugged, must've been some newbie, not that you cared, you just hoped they'd keep it down.

you cared for order and civility, and you found that in the spider society. despite there being some rogue ones and rebellious folks, you found yourself getting along with most of them. but you had a feeling that this newbie who made himself known through his flashy one note show might get on your nerves a little if he keeps that behavior consistent, but you digressed.

as you went over to the lobby to see what all the fuss was about, you soon heard another ear-piercing noise. it wasn't just one note that was playing now, it was a whole metal song. to make matters worse, some drummer girl joined him in, contributing to the noise.

"who the hell?" you asked yourself as you spotted a spiked spider man masked person with a black leather vest, buttons and pins adorning the lapels of it, with dark spider-doodled pants and long black boots with mismatched laces, yellow on the right and blue on the left. his mask had what appeared to be a runny look to it, the lenses of their mask ran down a little by the ends. their entire apparel screamed anarchy and chaos. and you loathed it.

"who's ready to overthrow an oppressive regime with me? an oppresive regime of boredom in this whole building!" the newbie's voice exclaimed. it was deep, yet smooth; it had a fluidity to it, almost as if he could say anything, and one would immediately listen, no questions asked. soon, everyone around you who was watching was buzzing as the guy played a loud metal song for all to hear. many were cheering for him and encouraging him to keep playing, but you soon noticed many of these people were on patrol duty. and many of them looked like they were more invested in this nutcase's impromptu performance over work, work that saves the multiverse, you thought as you reminded yourself.

"okay, people, this is cool and all, but we have work to do." you said as you tried to get the onlookers near you to listen to you, but it was for naught. none of them heard you over the incessant cheering, howling, and music in the air. you huffed as you shook your head, put your mask on, and swung over to the makeshift stage they had that was made of wooden crates and cardboard boxes laying around.

as the guy was strumming away on his electric guitar, showing no signs of giving out, you took the mic away. "okay, this was a good show and all, but we have work to do." you announced yet again, which earned the groaning and disappointment of a lot of people.

"yeah, yeah, groan as much as you want, that won't stop mr. o'hara from freaking out at us the minute he comes back and sees this whole... gathering." you say, trying to quell the audience's thirst for more excitement.

"well, aren't you a prissy one?" asked the newbie with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. you rolled your eyes. "what you did just hindered a whole lot of people from their responsibilities here, newbie." you told him in a stern voice as you frowned at him, expecting him to be mature about this if he was recruited as a spider man.

he laughed as he thanked the drummer girl for her performance as she was packing up to leave, and turned to look back at you with a smirk from underneath his mask. "you're real cute for that, upholding orders from higher-ups you so badly want to please. that's not being a spider person, though. more like being... an obedient little dog." he teased as he bent over a little to look you in the eye.

up close, he was much, much taller than you, much bigger in nearly ever aspect. you gulped a little, but your frown and angry expression remained. "say what you want, my judgement stands. i'm also more experienced than you here, so if you want to survive, you listen to me." you whispered as he leaned in closer to you, smirk widening.

he took off the mask, and you were surprised to see just how many piercings he had, you didn't even have any piercings for earrings at the bottom of your ears, yet he had... so many. he grinned at you as he ran a hand through his thick hair in wicks. "i think i can manage on my own, little doggy." he teased as he ruffled your hair and chuckled a low chuckle.

"i mean it though, it's cute. if you wanna be more than just a little dog for the higher-ups, though... you'll know where to find me." he said with a wink as he put the mask back on and swung away.

you were left alone now, thinking about who you just met. he was, of course, rebellious and disorderly, everything you weren't aspired never to become. you knew nothing good came out of a discordant lifestyle like his, no matter how little you knew of him, you knew one thing.

"man, he's so annoying..." you complained aloud as you took the mic and hopped off the makeshift stage, ready to clean it up before the adults got back. 'and yet, so... dreamy.'

oh dear, looks like he's gonna be quite the pain in the ass for you.

lmk if i should keep this going babes, i loved this idea sm, thank you to my friend on the dc server for the idea :DD

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @pixqlsin @k4tsu3 @nokkihy @fictarian @bivivivii

[madelee]

How I like to imagine the ZaDr dynamic. How they sift from enemies to something more. And what I fucking love about ZaDr.

Some thoughts.

Zim and Dib, two emotionally neglected kids. Having little to no friends or any emotional support system… They became the primary attachment figures for each other: Based on them being enemies this relationship/development… it’s bound to be very complicated and messy.

There are various emotions mixed up in their dynamic. The initial hatred, frustration, and antagonism because they literally are enemies… but also the feelings of bonding, caring, appreciation, respect, and understanding. Then when getting older, also attraction, passion, and all those fuzzy feelings get mixed in.

But essentially, all the positive emotions that one develops and gets to experience with a close person like love, adoration, connection, tenderness, compassion, or simply joy… all those also get mixed up with the ‘negative’ ones.

The brain quite literally connects feelings of affection and connection with violence, aggression, cruelty, abuse, and brutality. This is trauma bonding, reward-based learning, and positive conditioning.

Them being obsessive and excessive as a fundamental part of their core personality only adds as a multiplier.

When this happens in a critical life phase (being young and in adolescence), having nearly no other positive influences in life and being neglected (emotionally especially), this connection the brain made will get so deeply internalized and won’t ever truly go away.

It could also connect to your sexuality and all that.

(There are real-life equivalencies)

What I’m getting at is, all this makes just so much sense!

This dynamic and their relationship is super complex and nuanced because of this.

Their relationship is incredibly intense and yes totally toxic but also compassionate.

Them fluctuating between high psychological distress/tension (hating, fighting, obsessing, loving, being in denial about your existence, generally trauma responses e.g., through neglect, loneliness, abandonment) and then them experiencing the sweet release through the aspects of their dynamic (connection, closeness, intimacy) as mentioned.

This stuff becomes quite simply addictive to someone.

This is why they can get crazy shit feral/hardcore with each other and also feel pleasure while doing so.

Like cutting each other up (or open), taunting, fighting, beating each other...

But because I’m a sucker for ambivalence and stark contrast, I like to imagine them being very, very cute with each other as well (occasionally even without showing the bad stuff while being cute), still toxic, still abusing and batshit crazy but absolutely meaning everything to each other and deeply caring.

Fluffy but in an obsessive and excessive way.

They will always somewhat be mean to each other and never shy to argue, even if just in a teasing and more lighthearted manner.

This is their love language after all.

This is how they show they care, and it’s what they know.

Also, this is just how they are personality-wise: thick-headed, intense people with strong opinions and even stronger egos.

And let’s not forget about stupidness, dorkyness, and comedy sprinkled in.

ZaDr is a fantastic way to deep dive into complex inner psychological human workings and I love exploring this.

(I love love love intense emotions.)

It’s even comforting in a way, if you ask me.

Hate and love are so close for a reason.

It’s the most intense we can feel.

And I mean, I guess we all (or many of us) can somehow relate to not liking or even hating a close one (even if only sometimes). But when a real deep bond is established with someone and when affection is also part of your connection (even if only sometimes), this stuff just doesn’t go away. Toxic relationships are messy and certainly not easy nor black and white. You just understand this emotion… of how complicated you can feel about someone, and what complexity this can bring with it.

Note that, this is how I like to imagine it. One can have a totally different perspective on it and this is valid as well!

Also this is romanticized, fiction and reality operate differently. Cognitive dissonance baby.

[geneticcarnage]

thinking so so so so so hard about awkward teenage early 2000s emo zadr. burning cds for each other. smudged eyeliner and chipped black nail polish and infected diy piercings. you were already the weird kid anyway. zim getting a fake id so they can experience the shock and horror of trying alcohol and cigarettes for the first time together. the experience of listening to music that represents you entirely for the first time in your life. them sharing that experience.

and. and. and being gay and so fucking scared. never saying anything but everyone knows anyway. wanting to kiss your best friend but thats disgusting and whats wrong with you and you wouldn't dare risk this friendship because it is the most important thing in the world to you..but you can't help but think (selfishly? foolishly?) that maybe he feels the same way.

matching jewelry. sleepless nights spent together on the roof staring up at the smog and imagining stars. glances and touches that linger too long. baring your soul again and again in the dark of night, on the phone, face to face, in the hall before class starts, in the parking lot long after school's ended.

also. dib going to gaz with every "what do you think he meant when he put this song on this playlist he made for me? was he trying to send a message or was it just because it's a good song or..." and gaz truly does not give a fuck. zim going to minimoose and gir with every "he told me that he feels a better connection with me than any human he's ever met and that he can't imagine ever being happy with a girl. what does that mean about us" and of course they are no help at all.

[happypotato48]

Century of Love EP 3-4 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

Ok ok ok we're going fast baby! need to catch up so i can start doing this weekly.

Kanom krok! if any of ya'll ever coming to Thailand you better get this dessert. imo it's the best Thai street food. i'm not fond with the ones that has corn in them, but for real the green onions ones are heavenly.

Best advice in bl ever grandma. yeah fuck them hoes whose only judged you for your past mistakes and social status.

Tit-bit about thai nickname trend. people who only has two kids usually named their two kids to rhyme and/or in similar theme. for an example Nammon (holy water) Namhom (scented water.)

This is a BL alright :)

the three (generations) stooges. god i loved this family so much.

This is the sexiest scene in all of the recent Thai BLs. fight me, this man brush work got me more work up than butt naked sex scenes. anyways i'm calling dibs on this man he's my future husband and non of you bitches can have him!

Yeah as much it is ashamed for me to admit this but i can only count to ten in mandarin.

Gramp you already had sex dreams about this boy. also the heaven don't give no shit about two men getting married. it's the dinosaurs that you have to be worry about.

The OG Y girl Nu Wa striked agian.

One bad choice and your life is ruined. i related to that.

One class solidarity flashback and this man is ready down to clown, respect.

I know this scene is suppose to be funny but like i'm trash so... berate me more Daddy!

Dashing! so since the marriage equality bill passed i've been start thinking about my own hopefully one day will happen wedding. and yeahhhh i'm a basic bitch i probably going to wear black but after seeing this maybe red is not a bad choice. still need to find a man first tho.

What did i said! our girl Nu Wa is the OG!

Another bad choice to be make, that's life i guess.

And now to EP 4!

I wish i have the audacity of this boy. it's very inspiring to be this shameless.

Ok i love this homophobic grandpa. idk why but i don't feel bothered by a homophobic lead in this show contrast to other older Thai BLs.

Noooo you hurts my baby old man! although bloody noise Tao is kinda turn me on.

Food!!!

I don't care i support this boy very bad choice in saving his grandma. this baby and his grandma deserved the world.

My heart! ahhhhhhh!!!!

*incoherent noise* Gay love is indeed magical.

I will kill you motherfucker. classist pig.

+1 Point for show up for the wedding - 1 point for not beliving your friends outlandish BL nonsense.

Hell yeah, this shit alway bothered me in vempire show.

Danm this boy is jacked! i support (as long as they're not straving themselves) twink death for all BL actors.

This show is bonker lol i loved it.

Hi uncle Suchat.

Yesss finally some good god danm Thai BL. these two EPs is so good, i loved the silly bickering between our leads but also how the emotional stuff are very much not overshadowed by all of the sillyness. i'm very much invested in Wee's quest to save his grandma and the genuine budding romance that started to bubbly up cause of the mutual cares and empathy that the leads has for each other. i'm having a great time with this show and i can't wait for this week EPs.

[agendabymooner]

part of you ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

“in the heart of me there’s a part of you”

summary: it’s 2024. lorelei hester ‘lester’ alessandro ricciardo returns to wreak havoc but as a married woman as she wonders what to get her husband for his 35th birthday. it turns out, there’s nothing better than a gift that she already planned on getting him.

content warning: sequel for rush series, married!ofc and married!danny ric, instagram posts, use of explicit language (maybe), pregnancy announcement, mobile app is used making this so it’s kinda icky, everyone asking for a mini ric

note: I GOT ACCEPTED INTO UNIVERSITY (I think). F1 TEAMS MEDIA RELATIONS HERE I COME 🤩🤩

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ethaneskin BABY ALLIE-RIC!!!! liked by loricciardo and danielricciardo

user1 OMGGGG HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED

user2 omg 😭😭 this is the best thing to have ever happened to me and I’m engaged

landonorris zio lando’s bout to be the best zio of all zios 🫡😩

estebanocon noooo baby ric’s really going to choose their estie bestie over you 🙄

fernandoalo_oficial congratulations lori and daniel! really happy for you two ❤️ liked by loricciardo and danielricciardo

danielricciardo thanks man! we can’t wait for your little one to pop out soon— i’m sure thetrishalonso would kill to have our baby ric over for a playdate.

thetrishalonso oh pleaseee! baby ric would be an amazing addition to the paddock kids club 🥰

tillywolff omgomgomg finally 🎉 we’ve been wondering if lori’s finally told you about your little! congratulations danny and lori!!! can’t wait to see the little one (toto said that you’d probably have a boy) liked by loricciardo and danielricciardo

danielricciardo i trust toto— i know he’s guessed it correctly three times so i know he isn’t wrong in this one 🤩

ykaaar congratulations!!! can’t wait to be the best godfather ever to this little one 😍😍 liked by loricciardo and danielricciardo

loricciardo didn’t you tell my husband about having the best years of his life if we had a child???

ykaaar i meant that literally <3

loricciardo coglione 🙄

user3 pilfs in the making 😭😭😭 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo that’s just my wife 🫡❤️

loricciardo i know they’ll just have the same curls as you <3

danielricciardo i hope they’re just as wild as you ❤️

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user1 ahhhh i can just imagine baby ric causing havoc in the pits 😩

scuderiaferrari they’re about to be our littlest big ferrari fan 😍 liked by loricciardo

redbullracing wrong 🙅‍♀️ liked by danielricciardo

yukitsunoda0511 congratulations lori and daniel!

user2 the cake and everything 😭😭 so happy for you two

user3 mama y papa 😳🤯 liked by loricciardo and danielricciardo

lewishamilton are we building a library for mini ric or what??? liked by loricciardo and danielricciardo

danielricciardo already halfway through lewis 🤩

lewishamilton my man 🫡

landonorris i call dibs on godmother role

colabebe fuck off, that’s my role

charles_leclerc can i get a gold star for not spilling out an oopsie? liked by loricciardo

loricciardo yes you can ⭐️⭐️ have two— you’ve done a good job at hiding those tests away 🤣

maxverstappen1 was that why he almost vomited when i tried barging in the room?!

charles_leclerc maxverstappen1 yeah try to hide four pee sticks in your pockets then you’ll see how i felt 🙄

danielricciardo can i say it…

loricciardo daniel no

landonorris DANIEL YES!

thomasraggi_ “i’m so glad my senior swimmers worked hard for this one” -danny in our group chat 2024

user4 😅 sometimes i wish danny isnt allowed to use any social media platforms

danielricciardo can’t wait for our little wombat to arrive 🥰 liked by loricciardo

loricciardo you have a bad habit of making things more aussie than it is.

danielricciardo there’s no italian alternative babe. what do i call them? our little parmesan? meatball?

loricciardo i hate you.

carlossainzjr little parmesan is now their new nickname ❤️🧀

loricciardo oh good 🙄 can’t wait to hear that coming out of jenson and martin’s mouths

[moonlight-starlight-lady01]

[Warnings: cussing, planning to manipulate, bullies, harassment, that's pretty much it]

(A/n: Sorry, I've been inactive, but now im gonna write on this blog. Im just gonna write invader zim shit and other stuff made by that creator.)

"Hey y/n, i got a dare for you!" One of the dumb popular girls yelled out loud to you at the lunch table.

"What is it. Im all ears!" You yelled back. Not wanting to look like a coward to your friends you agreed to it.

"I dare you to hook up with a cringe lame ass boy in this school and then break their heart after." She said confidence running through her.

"Sure, anymore details?" You asked, not gonna lie you wished you hadn't agreed. That's fucking mean. Who would even think of that.

"Ok so. Heres the plan, you get with a boy at this school. Make them fall in love with you. Then ask them out to the dance next month, and right when they announce king and queen were going to dump shit all over him then take pictures. Then after were going to post it on every single social media platform there is." The dumb girl said with a mean glint in her eye.

This made you think for a second. This was cruel. Mean. Why would you have fun doing this. But, you dont want to look like a coward to your popular friends.

The dumb girl smirked and looked around the cafeteria. She had looked for a bit and gasped with her eyes widening. She then went by you and whispered in your ear. "I know who you're going to prank."

"Oooo, who will i be pranking then?" You said with a fake smirk on your face.

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"Dib membrane."

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Dib membrane?! The kid believes in aliens and ghosts and paranormal shit. The kid that is the son of the professor membrane! Sure, nobody really liked him. BUT, of all people, the son of Professor Membrane! Does this girl want you to die in real life? What would happen if he gets pranked tells his father, and then his father fires your dad from working there. Then you would have no money. Your mom and dad would lose your home, and then you would be homeless. Then you would be-

"EARTH TO Y/N! Hello! Earth to y/n!!!!"

"Huh, wha-"

"So, you want to prank him or not?" The mean girl spoke with pure venom in her voice.

This was bad. You should have said no. You should have just not skipped detention. You looked at the mean girl and then sighed.

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"When do i start?"

It was the end of the day, and everyone was leaving the "hi-skool." You planned on finding Dib at his Locker, then walk home with him. You live in the same exact neighborhood he does. You're basically his neighbor. But guilt filled your gut. This was gonna be mean. But you have to. Dont look like a coward, is what you say to yourself all the time now.

Going around the corner in the hallway, you see Dib at his locker fidgeting with something. You slowly walk up to him. He didn't even realize you were there until you cleared your throat.

He looked up to you in surprise. His eyes widened a bit in shock that a popular girl was right there by him.

You finally got to see his full face. He had his signature round glasses on, but he has piercings in his ears. Some pimples hear and there. You also noticed that he painted his fingernails black.

"Hey, there!" You said with a big grin. Trying to be the most welcoming you have ever been. But, he just stared at you in confusion.

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Woah, you forgot that Dib is maturing. Since when did his voice not sound like a kid anymore?! You asked yourself in your thoughts. Of course, you guys were in the 12th grade. But like damn.

"Isn't your name Dib?" You said, pouting your lips out to look cute. And then, using your fingers to fidget with your long h/c that was tied up in a high pony tail.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "Yea..?" He said, confused, then he grabbed his books and shoved them in his backpack, and started to walk off.

This made you panic. Was he not into you?! You had to think and fast before he left the school.

He stared at you and said; "Look if you're trying to make fun of me, just dont ok. I know your little popular group of fake friends is around here somewhere!"

"Uh, so! What are you doing after school?" You asked, running up to him and starting to walk with him.

Actually, none of your friends were here they were at cheer practice. "Nooo, i just wanted to know what you were doing after school." You said, still fidgeting with your hair. Plus, all of my friends are at cheer practice"

He gave you a skeptical look. But, sighed. "I was going to go home." He said with slight annoyance, stirring in his voice.

"Oooo, me too. We live in the same neighborhood, we can walk together!" You said smiling again and then grabbing your purse strap.

You could tell Dib didn't want to walk with you. But, luckily, gaz walked with Dib, so he didn't talk much, nor did Gaz. But you had a trick up your sleeve.

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"Hey, is that a piggy slave game?"

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Gaz eyes widened in shock. "You know the piggy slave games?" She asked in all honesty.

"I sure do. I have 'piggy of destruction 1' and 'piggy of slaves 2' AND 'piggy of the bacon clan 3'.-" you looked around to see if anyone was listening."-i even have the 'ultimate piggy slave'."

Gaz face turned in surprise. The ultimate piggy slave was so rare to have.

Meanwhile, you and Gaz were talking. Dib was staring at you in suspension again. 'One of the popular girls is here trying to talk to Gaz and me. This is definitely Zim's doing.' Dib thought to himself.

"So, Dib, what's ya got there?" You asked, going right beside him and looking at the weird device in his hands. It looked like a controller that would control a remote car. But it had a scanner on the front, and it kept beeping. Weird symbols that you didn't recognize popped up on the little rectangle green-ish screen.

"Oh, u-uh. It's a ghost reader. It can detect ghosts and spirits. Most of the time." Dib said in a teaching tone. He was suspicious of yours, but he would never miss a moment to teach someone about the paranormal, let alone give him their attention.....

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"WOW, that's cool!" You said, looking at the device with a big grin. Dib was shocked. He was ready for a smart ass remark. Or a "ghosts aren't real."

"R-really?" Dib said in shock. "You mean it?"

"Well, duh, of course. I've seen them." To this statement, Dib eyes widened, and he went right in your face and said.

"YOU HAVE?!" After that, Dib was barbonding you with questions. 'How old were you?' And 'what did it look like?' And 'were was it at?', Ect.

You thought it would be hard for him to open up to you and actually talk to you, but you thought wrong because now you have his number and Gaz. You made a mental note later to text him.

The walk to your guys neighborhood was short from Dib talking and rambling.

After walking with them up to their home. You stopped at the fence.

"Well, that was fun. I will see you guys tomorrow?" After a pause, you saw them nodding. "Well, then goodbye, Gaz! Goodbye Dib~." You said, making sure the Dib part sounded flirtatious. You could see a pink dust fall gently on his cheeks as you turned and walked along the sidewalk to your house.

Hopefully, you could get this done before the dance.

[agape-warrior]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The plan is out of order. There is a dying nonbinary in your arms. Civilians are screaming in terror. Where had everything gone wrong?

Everything had been perfect at first. You had planned to die during one final battle against a supervillain, say goodbye to your friends in the same faked scene, then skip town with your pet Turtle, Timmy, to enjoy your relaxation for a while. You had saved up most of the money people always tried to shove at you for your selfless acts for a moment such as this. A retirement was due. Maybe you would get a part-time job at a small library and be able to smile at the kids that visited without lingering guilt. You hoped to finally find a partner (you didn't really care if it was platonic or romantic) after so many years of pushing people away. A hobby that didn't leave you covered in bruises and scars on the inside and out afterwards sounded good too. Many things were better than being a superhero.

This corrupt world where the rich tried to buy out anyone with talent had you sick. You were tired of people comparing you to dollars and cents. You were tired of trying so hard to not be a pawn. You were tired of causing pain with every act of kindness. You were tired of constantly battling against someone who hated this society just as much as you. You were tired of comforting kids when you most likely were the reason they cried.

You were tired.

But, the luck you never knew if you should believe in finally slammed you right in the face today. Everything was too perfect when the fight with The Fell, your nemesis, began. They had been harboring criminals again. Guns had gotten involved when you got involved. The "bad guys" had been apprehended, but you went for capturing The Fell in hopes that the fight would escalate to a scene that would make it believable that you died as a sacrifice instead of the selfish you knew yourself to be. You were not in any way a physical match for them.

The plan was going smoothly. Your nemesis had been surprised but seemed to be much too eager to fight as well. The city was now in uproar due to both destructive powers striking each other in the sky. Their lighting lit up the cloudy skies to match your matter manipulation. The dramatic effect was not lost to either of you. You ignored the warnings in your head when you noticed Fell was fighting with less than half of their actual effort; and you ignored the louder warnings when they seemed to be making the display as showy as possible rather than trying to escape. You should have known something was up when their contents of their signing was different than usual.

The fateful stroke, a blinding white-hot flash, their screams of pain – The Fell writhed in your arms as their life force poured out of them. Your powers exploded in what was supposed to be your ending and became theirs instead. You are clueless as to what to do. Panic sets in. The bounty on their head sentences them to death by any person who could get close. You declaring them as your nemesis all those years ago had been the only way you were able to protect them from the worse powered beings hunting them down. Calling another your nemesis was a well respected claim in the powered community. Even the ones without honor for the code of conduct never went out of their way to attack someone that already had "dibs" called on them.

As you fall from the sky with their blood covering both of you, you wonder how a supposedly dead hero could ask for assistance from anybody. The mercenaries you knew would leak your still alive status. Your fellow heroes expected you to do this job until you actually died. Villains were never to be trusted. Anti-heroes hate you for a good reason. The consequences of isolation within a friendly facade falls on you with more bricks than your castle of deceit needs. You can feel your composure crumble as well as your carefully crafted walls. This landing was going to hurt without being able to use the full extent of your powers. The tree line was approaching all too fast.

The Fell's screams of pain had turned to whimpers. Their grip on you was surprisingly strong. Tree branches and trunks alike snap off soon after you exit the lowest stratus clouds. Your eyes widen in surprise when they flip the two of you over, preparing to take the brunt of the impact. You open your mouth to speak and shut it once more. All you can do is attempt to shield them as you two form a crater in the mountain a few towns away from where you lived.

BOOM

The world turns black and everything is ringing. Flesh and bone mix with terrible sound. Pain. It rains for a short time. The smell makes you realize the "rain" was you two's blood falling at a slower rate than your bodies. Your eyes pry themselves open despite the coating. Your powers get to work on the shock and immobility immediately, recovering the most life-threatening parts of your injuries before working with the rest at an extremely slow rate.

A gaping hole in the clouds signifying where you came from passes over your head. You know your right leg has splintering fractions just from moving it slightly. An occasional groan sounds out underneath you. Your adrenaline kicks in. You know you should not manipulate your adrenal glands and other internal processes, but any long-term damage is of less importance at the moment.

Get up; get up; get up.

You wince, and your arms tremble under your body's weight.

"Fell, stay with me."

The worry in your voice is obvious to even you. You see clear drops fall on them through your blurred vision. When did you start crying?

Their shaky breaths are the only indicators that they are still alive. Blood dribbles down their chin.

You notice their right hand raising to communicate with you. Despite your skewed vision you try your best to concentrate. Their hands takes the shape of an A and rubs their chest.

"I'm sorry."

You can tell they meant what they signed deeply. Their expression says all you need to know about how they feel. Like they fucked up. You would know. You had to look at the same expression in the mirror everyday.

"Stop apologizing," a hiss of pain escapes you before you lower your voice, "It's my fault after all."

A scoffing sound escapes them. The scoffs turn into coughs. Their blood splatters against your torso, mixing with your own.

Your arm wraps around them as best as you can, pulling them up enough that they don't choke on their own blood. Despite the waves of darkness that threaten to flood your eyelids by force, you pull them and yourself into a sitting position.

"F-Fell," you wheeze from the effort, "I need your cooperation," each word is spoken with a tremble.

The Fell raises their fist and bends at the wrist a few times, signaling their compliance. You feel a broken smile tug at your lips. No more words are signed or spoken between the two of you as the struggle to drag yourselves out of the crater and into the woods is made. Every scrape and crack and grunt and cry make them flinch; you cannot imagine why.

By some miracle, both of you make it into the woods and under an alcove before collapsing.

"See you when we're both awake if we don't get caught before then?" you are too tired to express your humor through tone or expression.

In response, their hand creeps into yours and interlocks. They squeeze gently. The darkness you held at bay for longer than you should have consumes you.

~~~

Bonus POV:

I can't even pass out from exhaustion.

The Fell turns over fitfully and opts to stare at Hesing Taint's sleeping visage instead.

Did you plan the same as me, oh broken one?

Covered in blood and internal matter, Hesing still looks beautiful to Fell. What a man, to chose to protect one weaker than himself no matter the occasion. If Fell did not know better, they would think she loved them. Could they be described in that sense? Their dynamic was no completely foreign in their society, but to shield a "villain" constantly in such a way...

The midday passes to early evening. Lost in thoughts, Fell's body moves on it's own to sit up. Their ribs scrape with the effort, no doubt further displaced. Practiced hands move to set their hero's bones properly before he can rest up and begin healing in earnest. They lower themselves back down to hold the other's hand and stare as the sun sets. Knowing how bad it was, Hesing may sleep for several days.

I can wait. I just pray- they pause the thought, unsure of what exactly they want. The answer is not found as they drift off to a doze. But maybe, they will find the answer the longer they intertwine.

[deadprompts]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟼 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

my people have guns. yours don't.

we're still here.

i can’t watch more names go up on that wall.

hell, they're all gonna be doing that.

i do not appreciate you killing my men.

they made a lot of demands, even more threats.

i know that is a mighty, big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will!

this is the next world.

that’s a stupid name.

confrontation's never been something we've had trouble with.

it happened and now it's done.

you want to live, you take chances.

i'm not pissing off a pregnant lady.

the world is trying to die.

the people around you dying, that's the hard part.

the only thing that keeps you from being a monster is killing.

i want to show you the new world.

if you have to eat shit, best not to nibble.

your dad was an asshole.

things can get better. we can make them better.

this is what life looks like now.

doing this will start us down a road where nothing matters.

we're gonna give it to them.

we don't leave anyone behind.

you got one of our guns.

we all have a job to do.

we can't turn back because we're afraid.

look, i get it, my dad killed your dad.

do you have any idea who you are talking to?

someday this pain will be useful to you.

this is your way of life now.

shit’s continually been hitting the fan.

you work for me now.

i like you people.

you keep choosing this life, you will die.

you don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you?

things aren’t as simple as four words.

you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.

you’re a survivor. you always were.

you can cry.

it’s dangerous, you should change it.

but are you gonna live through it?

and what do you get in return?

i don't take chances anymore.

somebody like that they're gonna die no matter what.

most of the people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo.

we got here together, and we’re still here.

you see? i have leverage.

you still got family and you still got a home.

these dicks just got a good story.

i find this whole conversation pretty funny.

your world’s about to get a whole lot bigger.

trust us.

i wanted to kill him.

there is no right; there's just the wrong that doesn't pull you down.

i will not allow you to kill me. i will not allow that.

we need food. you have it. we're willing to work for it.

sucks, don't it? moment you realize you don't know shit.

we have to come for them before they come for us.

i fully respect the hair game.

then i'll get supplies for your people.

i'm going like i should have.

we keep going for them.

i like the way you call bullshit.

ya'll don't think you're being stupid right now?

you're some kind of stupid, getting knocked up at a time like this.

shit kid. lighten up.

i'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.

i don't wanna kill you people.

we're going to have to fight.

be kind to each other.

y'all are worse than a bunch of evangelical second graders.

i am not like you.

i still think i got some of his brains in my ear.

we don't need to leave breadcrumbs.

dibs is dibs.

when they come for us, we’ll end it. the whole thing.

this was supposed to be a dress rehearsal.

i trust you.

you're one of the most important people in the world to me.

good luck, dumbass.

you wanna make today your last day on earth?

you point a gun at me, and i’m the asshole?

people you love, they made you who you are.

we pissin' our pants yet?

i'm not planning to die today.

you're the one who's afraid to die. and you're going to. you will die.

you go or you stay. those are your choices.

i know this sounds insane, but this is an insane world.

you need to know things aren't as simple as they might seem.

i have come to believe, all life is precious.

they're all your people.

you're smarter than that.

walkers, people, anything that gets anywhere near me, i kill them.

jesus! you look fucking shitty!

listen, i'm a little nervous here.

are you going to kill me?

which one of you pricks is the leader?

things moved slow here, and then things just started moving fast, too fast.

don't come after me, please.

you thought you were safe. i get it.

you live with it or it eats you up.

you can breathe.

did you take one of my protein bars?

[theintrovertbean]

Do you think Nadia really feels like Nasmira (or her other siblings) would actually steal MC away from her? Despite their tense relationship with Nadia, I can’t really see any of them intentionally going after any of her romantic interests. It seems so callous, and all of them love Nadia to bits! Maybe it was her annoyance at her family showing up unannounced speaking for her? I’d love to hear your thoughts, as a fellow Nadi-enjoyer!

The short answer is yes. I do think that she felt like her siblings would steal MC away from her.

Now the long answer, aka an entire essay:

I honestly think that something happened in the past which made Nadi think that one of her siblings stole a LI from her. For example, maybe there was a visiting noble/royalty, and young Nadi (by young, I mean late teens/early 20s) had a massive crush on them. I hc her as someone who was quite shy in her youth, so maybe she never made it obvious that she was interested, plus she probably had no desire to tell her family about her feelings. Therefore, her siblings had no idea, and another one of the Satrinavas happened to crush on the same person. In the end, Nadi didn't get together with them, but her sibling did, which broke her heart to a million pieces. Of course, it was unintentional, but young Nadi was hurt and stubborn, so she thought they did it just to hurt her.

Anyway, back to the question. Even though she feels like they would, I don't think any of the Satrinavas have any intention of stealing MC away from Nadia, but the unannounced visit was definitely making things worse. Nadi was so pissed, and one negative thought usually led to another. It's no wonder she thought that they'd take MC away from her. In Nadia's eyes, MC is the whole package, the most perfect person to ever exist, and she wants them all for herself. She has been hurt in the past, and all she could see was that her family was coming to Vesuvia to take away everything that belonged to her: her freedom, achievements, and MC. If they really have "stolen" an LI from Nadia and now she has MC, who is a much better person than anyone she has ever encouraged, she feels like her siblings would want MC too (which they do, but this time, Nadi called dibs on MC and they respect that.)

And now I'm gonna say stuff that some people might not like. I think that the more mature Nadia tries to behave, the more childish she is. Yes, Nadia is childish. Nadia is a grown ass woman in her 30s/40s, and I know that she is well-mannered and serious, but she is far from mature. I love her, and you all know that, but our Countess is not known for making the best decisions regarding her personal life. Why is that? Because even though she hates it when people treat her like a child, she still behaves like one.

As the oldest child, I can honestly tell you that, yeah, we can be assholes, but we want our younger siblings to succeed in life without making the same mistakes as we did. We paved the way so that the younger kids wouldn't have to walk in mud. I'm certain this is what happened to Nadia, but she thought that her family was just babying her. In reality, they loved, respected, and supported her through anything and everything. They just wanted what was best for her, and our dear Countess Goddess Nadia Satrinava misunderstood the whole fucking thing.

Nadia is a more rational person, and perhaps empathy isn't her strong suit. Therefore, there is no way she could imagine the way her siblings view her. In addition, Nadia is stubborn, so even if her siblings tried to communicate their feelings and intentions, Nadia simply dismissed them and told herself that they were lying.

Feelings usually happen for a reason. In Nadia's case, they stem from misunderstandings because of her lack of empathy and stubbornness.

Despite everything I've just said, Nadia is a good person, but she was in desperate need of a reality check. For her, it was MC. It might take her some time to fully realize her mistakes, but without MC's help, she wouldn't have realized the true nature of her siblings.

And yet, I still fucking love her to death. This adds so much more depth to her character, but people usually fail to see it. She seems like she could never do anything wrong, but that is so not true. Nadia is the exact opposite of how she appears at first. She seems strong, but she is vulnerable. She seems mature, but she is childish. Nadia is probably the most misunderstood character I've ever seen in my entire life, and that is one more reason to love her.

In conclusion, Nadia is someone who struggles a lot with her feelings. She needs to keep a more open mind and try to imagine herself in people's places to avoid any further hurt. Her character is very complex and requires a lot of analyzing to fully understand, but that is what makes her truly beautiful. Nadia is the kind of person you can fall in love with at first sight, but to fully understand her, you might need an entire lifetime.

I might have gotten a bit carried away

[randomgooberness]

This is in reference to the one post where Gordon gets all embarrassed for talkin like a kid (and maybe I missed something) But does Freemind sign "sorry", or say it out loud? I'm so curious if ya'll have a reason for how or why Mind signs, or the fact that Gordon can even UNDERSTAND it !!

(ask is referencing this post)

TYSM FOR THIS ASK! WE HAVE A LOT TO SAY ON IT LMAO. @shineyfish 's answer: MIND SIGNS IT HE LOVES LANGUAGES!!! there's lots of points in Freeman's Mind where he speaks in different languages or references shit to do with that so it's a big hc of mine that he knows how to speak a bunch of different languages. Can't have prior potentially talking shit about him, and you can't talk shit about him if he always knows what you're saying! Hilariously to me though is that he Canonically doesn't know Morse code. Sign language in particular I feel like he'd know because it's a language where you don't need to speak to use it. That's perfect for anything where you need to be silent, for example, being in Panama with your buddy Eddie and you don't want to get caught.

My answer:

From Gordons POV, in my headcanons, he grew up learning sign language because of his autism- it made it easier for him to communicate nonverbally, especially because he was mostly mute for the first few years of his life(to which when he was like 7 or 8 he switched to never shutting up LMAO). Gordon couldn't actually understand that specific moment where Mind signed, because he wasn't facing him and was moving, so he didn't really see it- just a bit of movement(hence why he's confused in the comic). However, there IS a scene that took place a day or so prior(in act 1, that comic is in early act 2) that had them using it. I shared a small screenshot of the scene because it was really funny to me, but Ace agreed to let me edit it up and post the full segment here! Have a treat :D

This takes place after they get outside for the first time and run from the airstrikes- and go into the vents with the skeleton and the sweet voice.

WARNING FOR: ableism(internalized and external) and (technically)self-harm

"It can't be THAT hard to fly a fuckin plane!"

Mind laughed, half joking with that as he moved forward. 

It didn't take long until he was whining again.

"Why are so many people trying to kill me?? I'm awesome! Are they jealous?"

He didn't have enough bullets for all of them at the rate they were going at. The military should give peace a chance, or at least stand still.

"I'm calling dibs on the med station."

"Go ahead," Gordon chuckled. "Yeah, I think they're just jealous of you. They uh. They think the Science Team is too sexy to live." He wheezed.

"YES!"

Mind hooked himself up the the med station, silently begging the thing for what he wanted.

The med station, checking his vitals and seeing he wasn't mortally injured, did not give him any morphine.

"NO!"

He rested his head against the thing as it appropriately treated his more minor injuries. He didn't want to say he was getting desperate, because he wasn't, and if you thought that you were wrong, but... It was hard to be sober around this place.

He laughed joylessly.

"They've got it all wrong. We're actually too sexy to die."

"Exactly!" Gordon laughed, clapping his hands. "Let's uh, c'mon, Bubby I- dude what are you charging in the HEV suit station." 

"My MP3 player." Bubby said.

"What?" 

"Don't tell anyone~!" 

"...Okay," Gordon wheezed. "Is that what's playing the Russian speaking?" 

"The what?" Bubby looked...genuinely confused by that question. "No?" 

"What speaking?" Dr. Coomer tilted his head. Gordon sighed. 

"...Nothing. Let's move on." 

Whatever the fuck Gordon was talking about, Mind was a little concerned about it. Being overly Paranoid that you're seeing things can be good when you need to look for enemies, but hearing things that aren't there? That could be a problem.

Whatever. It wasn't too much of a problem right now, and they still had hallways to go through for a second time. He never wants to look at a hallway ever again. His headache was a little worse, and now that the noise was muffled he had a ringing in his ears. 

"Why do you get an MP3 player?? And why does the HEV station charge it??"

"I want to listen to my tunes," Bubby said. "The HEV station charges anything." 

"I use it for my bionic body!" Dr. Coomer nodded. 

Gordon rounded over to a vent nearby. From it, odd humming and whistling could be heard- alien sounding. Like the Sweet Voice. He pulled out his gun and headed inside. Mind heard it too, flinching. 

"...No. no, it's dead, we watched the bitch get torn apart by the doors, there's no way it survived that. I'm either just imagining that, which is concerning, or mistaking the sound..." 

He didn't seem to be talking to anyone, although kept his gun ready as he spoke. 

If nothing could kill that- that thing, then... "We really are fucked."

"No...No, I'm hearing it too, man," Gordon muttered. He was shocked that this vent was big enough to stand in, and walked cautiously. "...Maybe there's more like him here? I mean, it's called the Black Mesa Sweet Voice- it might...I dunno. We'll see. Maybe it's friendly."

"I doubt that, if Mall-cop was anything to go off of, it'll be irritating at best."

Following close behind Gordon, gun at the ready, he could feel his heartbeat. Something about the mere thought of seeing that thing again sent a spike of fear through him.

"At worst? I don't think I want to know."

"Yeah," Gordon laughed. "I'm tryin' uh. To be an optimist. Sucks." 

"That's the problem, optimism gets you nowhere in the long run. At some point, you need to cut your losses and start breaking shit."

"It sounds, friendly," Tommy spoke up. 

"Oh, right- you can read it.” Gordon perked up, looking at the taller scientist. “What's it saying right now?" 

"Umm..." Tommy tried to focus. "I-I dunno, I can't really tell without the- without the colors." 

"Oh, okay. We'll see in a bit, then." 

They rounded a corner, and Gordon noticed a figure. 

"Wait for my word, do not shoot." 

A flash from a camera behind them. 

"Don't take pictures flash photography scares him."

They got a little closer, and the figure was still hard to see in the dark. 

"...Hello?" Gordon called. 

A small buzz emitted from it, and then a few lower ones, purple. Gordon got closer, and sucked air between his teeth when he noticed it was a fucking skeleton. 

"...Do you know what that is?" He whispered to Tommy, who shrugged.

As they turned the corner, Mind kept his grip on his gun, assuming it to be an army recruit. He couldn't make out a weapon, but he wasn't taking any chances on that. 

He didn't believe his eyes when he saw it properly.

Option one, he was hallucinating. This was bad for the obvious reasons, but he was skeptical on that because the others were clearly seeing it too.

Option two, there was a real, living, sweet voice using skeleton in front of him. This was almost worse, because it immediately made him worry about Benrey. He watched him die. Now he wasn't so sure.

Option three, group hysteria. He wasn't certain on this one. 

"... I'm not seeing that. There is no way I am seeing that."

"...I think we are," Gordon stammered, eyes huge. 

The skeleton made a few more noises, sort of like a guitar plucking. 

"Stay back- stay back staaay back-" It was hard to tell if Gordon was talking to the skeleton, or to The Science Team. "...You guys have any ideas?" 

"...I could always punch it," Dr. Coomer tilted his head, though he didn't seem so sure. 

The skeleton whistled a few times, a soft, odd noise, before it made a honk noise. 

"...Okay, on three, we rush it," Gordon muttered. "God, I'm scared-"

Tommy perked up. 

"Wait, no!" He cried.

"What?! What?! Do you know what it is!?" 

"That's green!" Tommy asserted. 

"What does green mean!?" 

"Green means he's not mean!"

"So-" 

Gordon was interrupted by repeated whistling and buzzing, a flail of colors appearing. 

"What does that mean-" He choked. "What is he saying?!"

And then, suddenly, the skeleton reached a high pitch that continued on and on, and it was deafening, bouncing against the metal of the vents they were in and stabbing into their ears.

Mind almost dropped his gun, rushing to cover his ears. Too LOUD. Too MUCH. 

"SsHHHHUUTT UP SHUT UP, BE QUIET!!" 

"OW- FUCK-!" Gordon yelped, now covering his own ears. 

It hurt. It hurt. Mind felt like his brain was melting, and without thinking he started shooting blindly at the thing, eyes squeezed shut and ears awkwardly pressed between his free hand and his shoulder. 

He needed this thing dead... Again. 

Unfortunately, he didn't think about the current location they were in, and the gunshots only echoed in the vents alongside the creature. He really should have brought his earplugs to work, but they might not have done much for whatever fresh hell this was.

"JUST KILL IT I CANT HANDLE IT-!" Bubby screeched. Gordon, as if he were an attack dog, started bolting toward the thing with a shout- leading the way as the rest of the team followed. 

The skeleton, who didn't react much to the bullets, started running as well.

Mind squinted his eyes open, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he did, and saw the group running. Unbearable physical pain be damned, he ran after them, not wanting to be left behind.

He needed to make sure that thing stopped existing, even if the process of doing so was going to make him want to commit atrocities... More than usual.

Bubby raced ahead of Gordon and took out-  ...oh god that was an RPG.

Before anyone could say anything, the trigger was pulled, and a rocket blasted through the vents before exploding against the metal, sending a blast of heat and deafening ringing toward everyone.

...And, not only did it not break the vents they were in, but Gordon and the rest seemed to not even care, locked on their target.

Mind, who had uncovered his ears, deciding to just grin and bear it until the thing was dead, caught the full sound of the explosion. 

In almost an instant his body decided enough was enough, and he screeched, falling to his knees and covering his ears, gun forgotten beside him. His palms were pressed hard enough to hurt, and he was almost certain that when he took them away, the imprint of the gloves would be on his face. 

He didn't care. He just needed the ringing to stop. 

He didn't even notice the tears falling until he took a breath, shaky and broken, and heard himself sob. What filled his chest at that was a red-hot shame. What kind of idiot couldn't handle a little bit of noise? Even at that, he didn't need to cry at it, he was being pathetic. He was sure of it, nobody else could see him like this.

The gunshots were muffled and distant, still ringing through the vents as they got further and further away- much louder than a scream, a loud, panicked conversation, and then a bit of talking. 

The first thing Mind properly heard was footsteps and Gordon's voice.

"God, where is he- shit I hope he's okay-"

The large man turned the corner, and perked up, before racing over and sliding on his knees- he immediately put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Woah- heyheyheyhey- are you alright!?"

Without thinking, Mind HISSED at the guy, immediately scratching and pushing the guy away. Space, he needed space, don't look at him-

"GGET THE- GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" 

His voice is rough from sobbing, but there's a significant growl to it. 

"IF YOU COME ANY- A-ANY CLOSER I WILL NOT HHHESITATE TO BITE YOU." 

For a split second he looked Gordon in the eyes, and his own were full of fear. It wasn’t for long though, as he very quickly covered his face, scratching at his eyes with a screech in an attempt to make everything less.

"Woah-! Hey-" Gordon backed up, eyes huge. 

He didn't know what to do here- granted, he barely understood what was going on, but he had a feeling this might be related to all the noise from earlier. He himself fucking hated it, but he went into a tunnel vision trying to kill the damn skeleton as a way to cope- and regretted it, because it meant he left Mind alone. Not to mention, his ears were still ringing. 

He backed up a bit more, and sat down across from Mind, face twisted in worry. 

"Hey, keep your- don't touch your face, man."

"I'LL DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!"

There was too many people looking at him, he could feel it-

He hated these stupid gloves and their protective rubber, dragging them over his face just left a dull ache. If he didn't have them on he'd be able to be done with this, the sting from his nails usually tipped it over the edge for him and his stupid brain would start to calm down again. Sure, he normally had to hide the marks until they faded when he was at work, but it's the middle of an alien apocalypse, was he not allowed ONE source of relief in this hell?

After another attempt, he sobbed again, taking his hands down and looking at Gordon with a tear-streaked face. He looked tired. He felt tired. He didn't want to be here anymore.

Gordon frowned, shrinking a bit as he watched him. 

He was a little scared, honestly- he didn't want this guy to suddenly snap and decide he was an enemy. He didn't...entirely trust anyone here, but that trust was building, at least a little. 

He didn't know why he was starting to trust these people, despite how fucking stupid they all acted, or how mean to him they tended to be. He already sort of considered them friends, and hoped they could all still talk after all this was over. 

Naturally, this was scary to see, because of that. But he decided friends should trust and support one another- that's what he heard all his life.

He swallowed, fiddling with his hands and looking at the ground. 

"It's- you're alright, dude, we're. I dunno if we're safe right now but we're...you can breathe, I'm here, alright?" 

Was that what you were supposed to say? He wasn't sure.

Mind felt weak. He felt so weak. Useless, pathetic, there was no way in hell these people will be able to look at him the same. He needs to get out of here. 

As he tried to move though, he was shaking too much, that annoying tremble in his hands from earlier now a full-fledged tremor.

He only distantly heard Gordon's words but he laughed at it, hollow. What, did he think he needed help? Did he think he wasn't strong enough? He would have snapped back at him if the exhaustion wasn't so strong in him. Whatever. He took a deep breath, or tried to, curling in on himself.

"Hey- dude, please sit down- please?" Gordon put his hands out. "You're- you need to calm down, first, alright? Can you-" He paused, looking him up and down. "Auh, fuck, okay gimme a sec." 

He paused, thinking- when he was little and had basically daily meltdowns, not long after he became verbal, one of his old teachers used to give him a cup of water so he'd be distracted and stop crying- he later used this technique on Josh all the time. 

After a bit, he went through their collection from the vending machines and took out a bottle of water. He opened it and set it down in front of Mind.

The guy looked between the bottle and Gordon. Trying to think of any tricks, any ulterior motives, anything. 

He came back with nothing. It registered as a discrepancy to him, why was there no trick to this?

Suspicious, he took the bottle, slowly raising it and taking a sip, eyes on Gordon practically the whole time. 

Taking a sip felt gross in his mouth, and he cringed slightly, but drank a little more.

He didn't like admitting that it did make him feel better, and his brain was still shot with panic about what that was as he sat the bottle back down in between them.

Gordon didn't look at him very much- though the guy already avoided a lot of eye contact unless something stupid was said. He continued to play with his gloves a bit, nervous, and when the bottle was set down, he looked at Mind again, studying his breathing and making sure it was slower. 

"...Are you able to talk?" He asked, softly.

Mind opened his mouth to say something sarcastic back at him, Yeah of course I can talk, I'm not a toddler.

... Only to find that he could not talk. 

The shame was back, he hated this. 

Shaking his head no, he brought his knees closer to his chest, practically death-staring Gordon. This is your fault, somehow.

"...Okay, that's fine- I-I go nonverbal sometimes, too," Gordon said. "Do you know sign language? Or would you rather, would you rather we have uh. Fuckin. Would you rather we have quiet time?"

Quiet time. Just hearing the words made Mind want to hurt someone. It felt childish, and he wasn't a child. He was just as damn capable as the rest of them, voice or not. 

Luckily for him though, he did know sign language. Unluckily for everyone else, his hands still shook, and he was absolutely going to get snappy if he had to repeat himself.

"Sign."

Gordon perked up. 

"Okay-! Great! That's- that's great, uh," He  looked back over to the charred vent nearby, and then to Mind. "Do you need anything in particular right now? I-I'm uh, k-kinda scared to leave you alone, cause...I mean. Aliens." He gestured. "But if you want um, me to be quiet, or me to uh, talk? Or distract you? I-I can do that-"

Mind shifted, snapping his fingers.

"Shut up. Pay attention."

He took a second, and another sip from the water, before continuing.

"Don't like this any more than you do. I can still handle myself, not useless."

He paused.

"... I don't like noise."

"...That's...fine. I don't, either." Gordon said. "And I know you aren't useless, you've- I mean, you've kinda been the most normal guy here- and uh, you're smart." 

He curled his knees to his own chest, looking at the ground, before deciding it was important to make sure if he knew Mind was signing or not.

"...I-I've kinda needed you as a source of grounding this whole time, man. It's...everything else is fucked and these people, I-I care about them but they're fucking...confusing." 

The other guy had started signing something, before it died on his hands as he processed that.

Mind wasn't expecting at all to be told he was wanted, let alone that he was smart and helped ground the guy. 

Some weight eased itself off of his shoulders, and he finally looked away from Gordon with such scrutiny. 

"... Thank you. This place is fucking insane," another pause, "doesn't surprise me that you need me here just to make sense of everything."

Gordon let out a wheeze. 

"Oh, it is fucking insane, I don't- the rest of the gang is exploring up ahead, but uh...yeah no. Today fucking sucks. And...I dunno what that skeleton was but- that noise and us shooting shit in the vents? Dude, I thought I was gonna throw up," He straight up laughed. "It- my ears are ringing still. And I'm still hearing weird fucking Russian."

Mind laughed, silently shaking before snapping his fingers again, a smile on his face.

"What is with the Russian?? I'm surprised I didn't throw up if I'm honest."

His expression dropped, and he looked down the vents to where the skeleton went.

"Did you kill it?"

��…I dunno, uh- the vent suddenly dropped off, into uh. Fan blades. Bubby fell in and didn’t get hurt, somehow,” Gordon said. “Uh, they all started to figure out how to get through when I realized you weren’t with us, so I came back here to see if you were okay.”

Mind paused, going over the words in his head.

It occurred to him that he hasn't tried to find a secondary motive or worry about any aliens spawning in beside them for a bit now. He didn't know how he felt about that.

"...Thank you."

“Oh- yeah, man, of course! I-I want us to get out, leaving you would be shitty, you don’t deserve that.” Gordon said, and then started feeling a bit of his Dad Mode instincts kick in again. “You feeling better? Need food? I have more uh, more chips.”

Mind smiled weakly, exhaustion from his breakdown still flooding his system. 

"I'm good for now. Don't think I could eat even if I wanted to. Finishing this water though." 

He picked up the bottle, tracing over the side of it.

“Good- good idea.” Gordon chuckled softly. “You uh, you do that. Then we can see if we can catch up with the team, alright? Or wait as long as you need.” 

He pauses, hesitant. 

“…Uh, there have been a few times where I’ve forgotten earplugs for heavier experiments, and uh. Got overstimulated and shut down, a-and I always locked myself in my office when that happened, cause I was…I didn’t want to be judged. So…I uh. I can kinda get…if you wanted to wait a bit longer. I-I’m pretty sure the Science Team is chill, I know for a fact Dr. Coomer is autistic- Bubby and Tommy haven’t told me themselves but they’re. I dunno. I don’t think they’ll be shitty. But we can still wait.”

Mind’s grip on the bottle tightened slightly, and he put it down again to sign.

"I'm not autistic. I just... Can't handle too much noise. And it isn't my fault that other people can't do things the right way."

If the only reason Gordon was being nice to him is because he thought he was Autistic, he didn't want it. He wasn't broken. He didn't know why his chest hurt at the thought of that. 

He looked away.

"I can move in just a second."

Gordon raised an eyebrow at that- it wasn’t in any offense, it was…well, it looked sorta like he doubted him, kind of a sure buddy, whatever you say expression. 

“Take your time, man. I don’t mind waiting.”

Bite, chomp, kill. Mind let it go, for now, not having the energy to argue. 

After another minute or so, he started to move, grabbing the bottle. He went to check for his gun as well, before realising it wasn't holstered, and looked around frantically, panic rising.

He spotted it close by Gordon, and practically lunged at the thing to put it back where it belongs. 

"Okay, now I'm ready."

Gordon gave him a smile, and with a grunt, he stood up, stretching. 

“Houghman, Alright, let’s-“ 

He was interrupted by footsteps, and turned around, noticing Bubby turn the corner. 

“Dead-end.” He grumbled, Dr. Coomer and Tommy following behind. 

“Huh!?” Gordon gestured. “Wh- why?! Really!? How big is this place!?”

...

TYSM FOR READING :3 SORRY IF IT'S A BIT MESSY, AGAIN THIS WAS ORIGINALLY AN RP BETWEEN ME AND @shineyfish !

[pbam0ney]

"We can't change what's done, we can only move on. There ain't no shame in looking for a better world."

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I should definitely introduce myself! Hello there, fellow reader and/or person who's just passing by.

My name is PBAM0NEY. Preferably PBA for short. I'm just someone who's hella bored so I decided to make a Tumblr account (again)

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Now the rules are very simple!

1. No NSFW asks of any kind! I will reject those asks if you do. However, a little tiny bit of suggestive stuff can fly.

2. No racism, transphobia, anything related to these kinds of things.

3. Don't be harassing anyone for any reason whatsoever.

Now, last but not least!

4. Just have fun! Ask me whatever ya want! Just don't go too far, capiche?

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Onto the OC, we have the retired, sad yet hopeful god named "PB, The Retired God" I'm always gonna be talking and walking around like him. You can call him TRG, PB or Sean. Whichever one works for y'all!

[Yes, I will also run this acc as both the mod and the character!]

He who seeks redemption for everything he has lost wanders the world and other dimensions helping those who want to redeem themselves and move on from their past.

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Speaking and Speaking (Alt)

[Mod speaking]

(Actions)

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Seans final moments...

Talking to his son. [Part 1]

Chaos lords letter [Part 2]

Talking to his brother. [Part 3]

Final moments with Arti. [Part 4]

Sean being respected... [Part 5]

Tug finding Sean's grave. [Part 6]

The radio. [Side-Story]

REVIVAL. [Part 7]

REUNITED [THE END]

The song Sean hears when he's finally deceased:

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People Sean knows about and his status on them! [Real time updates]

The mortals!

@askthe-littlepoet - A brother? to me...

Status: I'm... Slowly adjusting to you right now.

@yarnor-the-timid-raccoon - The raccoon that deserves a lot better.

Status: I'm sorry little brother, you didn't deserve this. You never did...

@marko-the-yellow-cat - Leshys partner

Status: He's a cool guy. I appreciate his help. He's got a lot of power due to being in a relationship with Leshy.

@tug6056 - Tug, my son.

Status: My dear son... I will always believe in you regardless of my little appearances. Be very careful and be better than I can be.

@fluffpuffsofwar - Aster and Willow, my children.

Status: Cottons kids but they were given to me. I'll protect these 2 with my life just like I would protect Arti and Tug...

@bloodthirstyanon - Poets ex

Status: I'm gonna fucking kill you when I find you in that damn place. I called dibs on your life!

@dragon-in-the-old-faith - Ethan's girlfriend.

Status: I may not know her enough but I know she makes my brother happy... I appreciate what she does for him, I've come to respect those who truly love their partners. May their relationship last forever as I give them my blessing.

@ask-sozo-the-ant - An ant who likes too many mushrooms!

Status: I got nothing to say about them to be fair. Might visit them again though! I'd like to eat mushrooms with them!

The crownbearers!

@askacultleader - The lamb....

Status: I genuinely wanna beat the shit out of this damned lamb but I cannot. I'm not willing to hurt them... Not yet.

@tomb-the-god - God of insanity. Tomb and his Brother...

Status on tomb: I don't expect you to forgive me for I could not, would not, forgive myself for what had happened...

Status on his brother: Am I really his brother? I don't know who I am at this point...

@kali-lamb - A sister to me.

Status: Haha! Short sister, short sister! I love my sis regardless of her height, haha!

The gods...

@ask-theredcrown - God of Death.

Status: My lord. I worship the god of death despite being a god myself.... It's crazy but it happens I suppose.

@ask-thegreencrown - God of Chaos.

Status: A simple guy for a world full of chaos itself. I can't deny that he's chill and that he's pretty awesome!

@he-ofhavoc - Another God of Chaos.

Status: This Leshy has given me a card to call him while in a battle and I helped him train with the sword I've given him. I'd consider him as my best friend for sure...

@the-sleepydragon - Imora, She of dreams.

Status: That's a big dragon! She's a pretty cool lady I must admit... She even takes care of my own brother, Ethan! I hope we can get along pretty well.

@ask-darkwood-hunter - My lover, Arti the darkwood hunter.

Status: I love my sweet little Arti... I'd do anything to protect them even if it meant sacrificing myself or any of my own powers to do so!

Other entities!

@scannys-back - Ethan/Scanny, my brother.

Status: He's the best brother I could've asked for... I had to give him a ring engraved with his name on it and now a house! I wonder if being his brother makes Tally my father too, I need one after all these years of having no family back then.

@flashbang-guy - The flashbang guy, Chaos lord and HIM.

Status: I'm alright with them existing here. I was annoyed at first but I guess I can get around them... However for HIM? I don't know what I'll do to them if I get my hands on him.

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[The art of my OC was made by my nephew: @slimsurvivalmax. They're on Tumblr too so go support them!!! :3]

[toomuchracket]

girlie worries that she’s not fitting in with the other mums at school because she’s such a career girlie and doesn’t have time to be at the coffee mornings and stuff. She cries to Matty about how she doesn’t think she’s a good mum and he’s having none of it. He suggests inviting some mums and kids round for dinner. And he is just the dilfiest, best host, gorgeous husband ever. Idk which universe but maybe D Word bc Matty being about 10 years older than all the other adults is appealing lol

aww :(( bless you, honestly. like you're there in the playground when you drop your kids off at school/nursery (for the purposes of this ask lyla is in her first year at primary school and alex is at the nursery attached) and when you pick them up. and you and matty try to go to as many of the little events as you can, but it's hard if he's away and you're busy at the office; there's one instance where you really can't take a morning off for a charity coffee morning at the end of the financial year, so you drop lyla off with a donation and some cookies you made together. when you pick her up, though, you feel awful - you were the only mum out of her little friend group that wasn't there that morning. nobody says anything bad at all; lyla was just happy to be eating cakes with her friends lol, and all the other mums are very lovely and understanding and like "you missed a good morning, but it's really no big deal, don't worry!", like genuinely so sweet, but you really worry that you're not fitting in with them properly and how that might affect lyla, and that you're a terrible mum missing out on these moments with your kids because you were at work.

matty gets home from being away recording that night and immediately knows something's up with you, but he doesn't ask what until you've put the kids to bed and started getting ready for your own. he's so tender with you that you just start crying about how guilty you feel about missing the coffee morning, because you think you upset lyla by not being there, and that you feel like a bad mum for missing these moments; matty takes your face in his hands and wipes your tears with his thumbs like "hey, hey, stop, sweetheart, literally none of that is true. firstly, we honestly can't beat ourselves up about missing little things like that - sometimes it's unavoidable, and we make up for it by doing what we can when we can. and our baby wasn't upset in the slightest, really - she listed in detail to me every cake and biscuit she ate, trust me, she had a fucking great day", which makes you laugh a little bit. matty smiles and kisses your head before he says "and as for you thinking you're a bad mum? that's the biggest load of rubbish i've ever heard in my life - you're the best mum in the world, babe. our babies are happy, healthy, loved, loving, caring, intelligent little people, and you're responsible for a massive part of their development into all that - and, of course, responsible for how fucking cute they are. i'm calling dibs on developing their senses of humour, though", and laughs when you wince at the last bit; he softens and says "there's nobody else i'd rather do any of this with, and i am so grateful to you for all of it. it's a joy and a privilege to get to watch you parent, and to do it with you. i love you, sweetheart, i really do. and our kids". you kiss for a little bit and tell him you love him too, before going to bed. when you're lying there spooning, matty's like "i think we should invite some of the other families round, yeah? have a barbecue or something, maybe stop us feeling a bit out of the loop". you agree, and the next morning you send out a text to the families of a few of lyla and alex's friends, who all live like 3 streets away maximum, asking them to come over next saturday.

and it's a perfect day - matty's in his element, being all social and sweet and sexy in his glasto outfit (but slightly more buttoned lol), making sure everyone has enough food and full glasses and the kids are having fun. your babies are running riot with their friends in the sunshine, playing tag and football and whatever else takes their fancy, and you spend the day half swooning over your actual dilf of a husband and half chatting to the other parents and really getting to know them. you're honest about your feelings of guilt, and you're so surprised when literally everyone else is like "we feel the same about our kids and ourselves!" - you feel a lot better, so matty does too, and you all make a little pact to support each other's kids at the events you can go to, to ensure they're all happy even if their parents aren't there. and it's also nice to hear people, after they see matty kiss your head and see you both with your kids, tell you "the way you two are so obviously in love is adorable. beautiful couple, beautiful family. and you're all so chill! it's great"; matty just smirks and pulls you into his side like "thanks, it's all down to my wife. she keeps us all together, she's just the best" ("and the milfiest", he whispers in your ear to make you laugh) <3

[strangesmallbard]

anyway. wrote a succession postscript scene that’s like, many years down the line after gerri passes away. roman and shiv are at her funeral.

[INT SCENE]

ROMAN: fuck it, this is stupid. who the fuck—i don’t even know—like who the fuck are they? i’ve never fucking seen them in my life! fuck

SHIV: that’s…gerri’s oldest daughter. [beat] and her husband

ROMAN: [squints] Huh. gerri’s…daughter….daughter daughter daughter…

SHIV: [ignoring him, checking phone, looking for someone]

ROMAN: [still squinting] i thought her daughters like, fucked off to portland for a pair of twincestual antifa eunuchs. or whatever.

SHIV: it’s her funeral, rome.

ROMAN: okay, but when mummy went over the rainbow, you literally Zoomed into—what are you looking for, what?

SHIV: nothing, none of your business.

ROMAN: uh huh

[beat. they stare at each other. he grabs her phone and runs.]

SHIV: i’m serious—hey! give back my—

ROMAN: [scampering away, scrolling, shiv following and reaching] ooooooh shivvy’s cucking our stepfather again~ did you finally try pussy, like i told you? i do hear great things about pussy

SHIV: oh go finger gerri’s daughter in the viewing room already instead of / prying

ROMAN: oh ho ho a location pin! is his name…wait, is his name actually kendall??? [beat, wrinkles nose] yucky

SHIV: [holds out phone expectedly, waits for him to get it, finally]

ROMAN: [gets it] oh. wow.

SHIV: [self consciously] uh huh.

ROMAN: wow. i didn’t…i mean, when’s the last time you saw—

SHIV: lottie’s birthday.

ROMAN: that’s not so—

SHIV: her tenth. in paris.

ROMAN: right. [pause]. tom’s daughter has shitfuck taste, shiv. france? in november?

SHIV: [grabs the phone back] it’s not—it’s not a thing. don’t make it a thing. we just—there’s some paperwork leftover, you know. there’s always paperwork fucking leftover and i want to get it over with. shut up.

ROMAN: [slowly smiling] shivvy and kendall sitting in a tree—

SHIV: [pushes his face, trying not to smile]

ROMAN: s-i-g-n-i-n-g. please tell me it’s kerry’s lawsuit oh pleaseeee

SHIV: kerry? fuck no, we buried that in 2025. shes in like, idaho, running a nonprofit for kids with eating disorders.

ROMAN: yummy

SHIV: it’s just…..paperwork. okay? it’s civil. we’re having brunch around the corner and it’s like—i’m paying. it’s all good.

(beat)

ROMAN: [suddenly sincere] i mean do you want…i could be there to…

SHIV: no no it’s good, i’m good. i mean it’s not like i’m meeting—dad. you know.

ROMAN: …obviously, like—i mean i told con we should get security for the death mahal because like, logan roy toes are going for 5mil on ebay right now.

SHIV: [morbid fascination, isn’t even gonna ask how he knows this information) how much would the skull go for?

ROMAN: [defensive suddenly] why the fuck would i know? look i can be a human buffer. a little romey spongecake to absorb all your icky little—the nuclear kenshiv radiation. you know i’ll do that.

SHIV: [sincerely] thanks, roman. but i’m fine. i have my papers, i have access to sophie’s instagram in case he like, gets mopey about her memoir substack again. [beat]. it’ll be good to see him.

ROMAN: yeah. it’ll be—yeah.

[beat. shiv is texting back]

ROMAN: right. well. i’m going to fuck gerri’s daughter, now. very respectfully in a hotel room, thank you. tell me how it goes?

SHIV: i’m sure he’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

ROMAN: [wincing, but so sad] yeahh maybe. but you know, you….your perspective is valuable….to me. feminism! in gerri’s honor.

SHIV: uh huh. yeah.

[beat. no one moves.]

SHIV: [kinda mad] i’ll be fine, roman. jesus i’m not—i don’t need a mommy, okay?

ROMAN: yep, sure. feminism! [beat] well…if you whack kenny at least facetime me.

SHIV: oh no. sophie has first dibs.

ROMAN: [grimaces in a proud way. drifting to the viewing room, where people are gathering]. love it. the youth and their patricide. very cool.…. very very cool….very…refreshing.

SHIV: go see her, roman.

ROMAN: yeah. yeah maybe. yeah. maybe? i mean we did—we’ve talked since—but. maybe. yeah. maybe.

[roman looks back at shiv, but she’s already started walking towards emily, gerri’s daughter, and her husband. she shakes their hands politely. he watches her give very sincere condolences. mocks her under his breath, half heartedly. his eyes are very spooked rabbit on the overpass]

[his phone vibrates. message from kendall says: it’s bitch o’clock in kenny town baby bro 🙏 send your thoughts and prayers 🙏🙏 btw give my condolences to gerri’s family. she was a real one. i know you know.]

[roman types back: LOL]

[x-authorship-x]

Im always so surprised by how quickly you shoot out these ask aus?? how long do you take to answer because when the anon get going youre just as fast?

This in mind... if you wrote a fic right now what would it be?👀

Ironically I sat on this one Anon lmao

If I'm really in the mood, like when the Shisui anons are in a "feeding frenzy" (😂), then it's as fast as I can type haha but generally these days I sit at least 24hrs on an ask because of timezones, my IRL, and I also like to brood on an idea especially if it's a question I haven't considered before!

Right this moment? Well, it's my current brainrot idea tbh I'm planning on making an actual fic out of it but my hand is stayed by the fact I'm feeling a little... Shisui-predictable again 😅

It's a Shisui crossover, fml

So I've read some genuinely incredible Star Wars fics recently (I will rec some if people ask) and those are some definite inspirations.

(This is the brainchild born from reading Blackkat's fic:

And smilebackwards' series:

-which are beautiful works!)

So.... If Shisui was a Jedi (Master, probably, maybe newly advanced) then he'd 1000% be a Seeker, locating and saving Force-sensitive kids and bringing them back to the Temple. He's either woken up after dying in Narutoverse or he's been reborn, haven't decided yet, but he's got all that military prowess shoved in the back of his head and he's very happily clutching to the Light and the Jedi's teachings on peacefulness, mindfulness, and negotiation. He absolutely knows how to use the Force to Shunshin and stimulate a Genjutsu effect. He also has absolutely created his own Lightsaber Form based on his past life and that's how he became Master.

Then the war starts up.

The Grand Army of the Republic, GAR, is filled with Clone 'meat droid' soldiers who need Jedi to lead them... Shisui is not buying it, he's gonna flip his tits and save these guys. The Jedi council decide that, as they're not the experts here in warfare and it's a kindness of what choices the clones can have, the CC Commanders can pick their own Jedi Generals. The Jedi are called back to the Temple, Shisui rocks up almost late with like five war-torn orphans in his arms, and proceeds (alongside Mace, Obi-wan, Anakin) to be a total fucking BAMF lmao.

(Anakin is on probation after he almost massacred a clan of Sandpeople btw. Master Sharad Hett was in the area and felt the rising Darkness and intervened just in time. Anakin is seriously on thin ice for almost Falling so he's stuck under Obi-wan's direct leadership for the war)

Basically Shisui is picked by Rex (Cody immediately calls dibs on Obi-wan (who speaks Mando'a and has all that diplomacy under his belt) for High General and then the meeting completely goes off the rails as everyone (except Bly lmao) goes ballistic becausethere is a LOT of competition for who gets General Uchiha, holy shit that guy is a fighter) and heads the 501st Battalion! Bonus points if Shisui was the second-to-last Padawan of Dooku so Obi-wan is, like, his lineage-nephew despite being older lmao

(oh maybe shisui is presumed dead, a la Jon Antilles, after a Searcher mission goes tits up so Dooku thinks hes literally lost everyone... And Shisui comes back to find his master has fucked off 🙃)

Now I'm like what colour should his saber be... Like red would be the choice but that's a bleeding Kyber, it can't even be a one off difference like Mace's purple... Maybe gold, I always imagine Shunshin as yellow... Maybe white? Hm... oh it could be just off red, like flame orange, so it scares the shit out of everyone lmao....

Basically I'm shoving Shisui into this situation so that he can 1) be a total fucking BADASS 2) be the designated crush of 90% of the GAR and 3) fix canon without realising it 🤌✨

So, really, just the usual then 😂

Edit: in light of your first question, this answer took me 20 mins lol

[mothball288]

Your Support(ZADR)  (Angst)

Dib didn’t initially remember when he first took notice of Zim’s quietness but it’s apparent how much he’s changed through middle school to high school. He takes note to confront him on why he refuses to interact with anyone anymore, not even for his schemes. Dib follows Zim to his base, where he sees through the window that he’s standing on a chair, nearly about to hang himself.

“HOLY SHIT”

Dib runs into the house, immediately holding Zim’s legs to prevent him from falling. Zim was shouting at his robot companion when Dib entered, who was crying aggressively

'NOOO! MASTER! Y-YOU- NO!'

"I-"

Zim turned to Dib, grimacing at him

"Get out. G-Get out of my base!" Zim was horribly pale, in fact, he looked terrible with large bags under his eyes.

“NO, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING ZIM??” 

he clings tightly onto Zim, preventing him from making a move to harm himself 

“YOU CANT JUST FUCKING DO THIS TO US!”

"Us!? Who is us? To your research? I-it- it certainly looks like what you think it is but it is.. it is not! Get off, Zim is just preparing a trap for you.. just- god. REMOVE YOURSELF FROM MY HOUSE DIB MEMBRANE."

Gir had calmed down a bit, dismantling the rope while Dib had him busy 

“I’m not stupid you green muck! Why are you doing this?” 

Dib slowly lowers Zim to the floor, where he stands over the boy with a significant height. Zim tossed Dib aside, pulled on a blue hoodie, and rode the hood up attempting to walk out of the base

 "Computer. Remove the intruder."

Dib looks around, watching the coils of metal unveil from the ceiling aiming around him, before Zim could make too much distance from him, Dib tackles him. Launching the both of them into another room 

“YOU'RE NOT GOING TO JUST LEAVE ME IN THE DARK ABOUT THIS”

Zim grunted, his weak stature hitting the hard flooring with a just as weak thud 

"You don't know half of what it is like to be a failure Irken invader. I disappoint my planet. MY RACE. You are... just a boy! GIR! REMOVE HIM FROM ME!"

 'nuh uh'

“Why is your entire meaning to a life centered around taking over this planet, and disappointing those who didn’t seem to care about you? Why is it so important!” Dib shouts in close proximity but tries to stay collected.

 "BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I AM DESIGNED FOR. WITHOUT THAT PURPOSE THERE IS NOTHING TO THE LIFE OF AN IRKEN! NOT LIKE A FILTHY HUMAN WOULD UNDERSTAND!" he hissed at him, holding the hoodie tightly to himself 

"SURE YOU'RE AN OUTCAST, BUT AT LEAST YOU CAN STILL DEFINE YOUR PURPOSE." Zim cries

“STOP OSTRACIZING YOURSELF, HUMANS WERE BUILT TO SCAVENGE AND REPOPULATE BUT THAT DOESN’T GIVE YOU AN ENTIRE MEANING.” Dib holds his temples with his hand, trying to process what’s happening at that moment 

“You’re more than that Zim”

He smirked at Dib and rolled his eyes 

"Ostracizing myself. You are funny. I'd laugh but I wish to not pity the pitier."

 Zim punched Dib square in the jaw and flung him off. 

"Was it not you that told me how hideous my skin is? That I am a freak alien? I cannot think of one real friend of Zim, not even Gir, he is forced to love his master. Not even Keef I'd say. Just an unhealthy obsession!"

Quickly Dib gets up, shaking off the hit, holding where Zim’s fist made an impact 

“look, I’m sorry Zim, I was a kid, I was an idiot and I didn’t know how else to react.”

 Dib notices Zim’s hoodie (that was originally his) had shifted up towards his elbow. Revealing rows of purple along his skin. Dib grabs Zim’s wrist, holding it up in view 

“What the hell is this.”

Zim went to pull his wrist away but found it quite painful when Dib's grasp rubbed against it 

"nh! R-Release me. Release my arm this instant. I will not hesitate to hit you again! Y-Your reaction was fine- how is your jaw? Shall I get ice? C-Computer! Fetch me some ice to sort out the punch I landed on the Dib-Stinks jaw!" 

He feverishly attempted to change the subject. The burn marks and blisters from the water he ran over his skin mixed with lines of dark green scabs and lines of fresh purple. Many appeared to not be in good condition, likely infected.

 "Yes. Here, this is your hoodie- you may have this back. My apologies for stealing it!"

Dib stares in shock at the condition of his friend’s skin. After snapping out of his daze, somehow with an ice pack in his hand. Dib faces Zim, who is sitting across from him on their kitchen floor. His claws outreached holding the hoodie. 

“No, keep it.” 

he pushes his hands towards the alien, then grabs his hand softly pulling up the sleeve. Tracing each abrasion with a gentle touch. He looks up into  Zim’s eyes and rests his head on the back of his hand 

“Zim, please, talk to me”

He began to sweat, his antennae flattening against his head

 "I-I am fine Dib thing! Just banged up, yes. No worse than the bologna incident.. o-or the rain incident! It just takes a day to heal over! Really!"

 He smiled nervously, it was off-putting in a way. It was an inhumane smile, definitely a mimicry of one. His eyes stayed void of emotion. it was honestly disturbing.

 "Haha! Please, dear friend- Dib thing! let's uh- let's play a video game? Haha..?"

Dib didn’t know what to do, it’s not like he could magically fix the boy from his problems, he just wanted to help him 

“I’m not letting you deter me from this. I know you can heal quickly but that doesn’t stop me from knowing what you did” 

He scoots closer to Zim, putting the messily folded hoodie onto the green boy.

“You don’t deserve this Zim” 

Zim broke into tears, dropping the hoodie to the floor and crumpling with it. He wailed and clawed at the floor, panting and gagging on his tears, nearly throwing up 

"OH BUT ZIM DOES. HE DESERVES IT ALL. EVERYONE ELSE SAYS SO. THERE ARE SO MANY WHO TELL ZIM HE IS A FREAK AND THAT HE SHOULD JUST KILL HIMSELF. THEY'RE RIGHT. OH, THEY'RE RIGHT. I'M EVEN AN IRKEN FREAK! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING NORMAL!"

 The floor scuffed easily, his claws dug out holes in the tile floor- yikes. 

Dib’s heart felt like it shattered, seeing someone he loved dearly fall into such a deep pit, it felt like he had been pierced in the chest. He lays next to Zim as he cries. Stroking the fake hair atop his head 

“You don’t need to be normal Zim, kids are cruel, the earth is cruel. You’re so smart and no one should be subjected to the ridicule of those assholes at the school or on your planet” he pauses “I hate to see you like this….you mean too much to me, Zim…”

Zim shook his head, still curled into a ball on the floor

 "You are just saying words. We are enemies." 

“Zim…”

 he reaches out to him, pulling him up softly so he can look into his eyes 

“I….I love you okay.” 

he looks away, only to turn back and stare directly into Zim’s eyes

 “I love the way you talk, how you insult me, emphasize your words, the way we banter like an old married couple. You make me feel….whole. Without you, things seem so empty. I need you here with me Zim.”

 He pauses. Contemplating. He mutters under his breath 

“Fuck.”

Hot wet tears fall from Dib’s face, looking down the droplets pattering on the thick lenses of his glasses 

“I need you, Zim”

 Zim removed the glasses from Dib's face gently, wiping them off with his gloves

 "You do not need Zim. I appreciate it greatly, but no one NEEDS Zim."

 He smiled softly and looked up, putting the glasses back on Dib 

"You don't love Zim, you don't mean it. You should not do that to yourself." 

“You idiot.”

Without a second thought, he leans in, kissing Zim softly. More tears flow down the olive-colored skin tainted with acne. His hand raised to rest on Zim’s green cheek. Realizing what he had done. He quickly pulled away. Shocked by his own actions. 

“Oh my god, shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

 Zim laughed quietly, putting a hand on Dib's shoulder

 "Dib-thing. You do not have to pretend. My corpse is still useful for research. There is no way you could truly want this. Not with Zim."

 He shook his head, cocking it to the side, his wig falling off

 "We are not compatible. I will not lie, I've felt these feelings, yes, but you will ruin your life human."

 “God trust me Zim if I didn’t truly feel this way. I would’ve already been gone. I mean from the bottom of my human heart, you mean something to me, and I will be with you to integrate that into your thick alien skull.” 

Dib takes the wig, adjusting it to Zim’s head

“I will continue to keep saying so until my life ends”  

Zim scoffed, resting his head against Dib's neck 

"You scare Zim. You are such a strange human. Are all humans with big heads so stupid? I thought the bigger the brain the smarter!"

 he patted Dib's forehead

 "Zim- no, I love you Dib-Thingy."