#he would've gotten out of the nightmare realm

[sneaky-snake-907]

TBOB spoilers:

[huginsmemory]

Been thinking about how Bill legitimately had a horrifying reason (the literal progressive disintegration of the nightmare realm that erases whatever it disintegrates from existence completely) to move himself and his crew into a new dimension. Like that's terrifying. And yet he never utilizes this to his favour. He could have been honest about this with Ford, and you KNOW as long as Bill didn't mention plans of overtaking the earth, Ford would've made the portal for him, both out of Ford's own interest and because Ford when faced with these big moral questions will pull through. But this is a card Bill NEVER plays because although he needs to leave the dimension, he cannot lose face. He can't put aside his pride and admit to the humility that he needs to flee from his dimension, that he's not actually all powerful. And so instead he pretends to be a muse and when Ford figures out something else is going on, instead of being open and humble and saying that his dimension is unravelling, Bill focuses on that he's going to over take earth, that he's actually been a monster all along, surprise Ford!

And part of it is definitely because Bill's built himself up on power and violence and to grovel and earnestly ask for help, to admit that he cannot stop the unraveling of his dimension completely invalidates that; showing vulnerability? Can't do that, even under the guise of lying to get his way. And part of it makes you wonder if it's also a form of self-sabotage, because underneath his deep denial Bill is guilty over what he occurred; he sees himself as a monster and so he'll be that monster, and having people recognize that feels good in the same way that pressing a bruise feels good. But it makes you wonder what would've happened if Bill even just was open about his dimension unravelling and had lied about overtaking the earth.

It's also interesting because although Bill has SOME charisma and can manipulate people decently well (as evidenced by his cult, and pandering to people's desires with Ford, Mabel and Blendin), he refuses to be vulnerable, refuses to not be true to his off-putting self, even when if he was just vulnerable of pretended to not be himself, to put aside the (false) pride he has in himself he would've gotten a portal by now. and part of me wonders if it's because it's this false pride that built on insecurity and denial on who he is he cannot drop that mask.

Further thoughts on this!

[bricky-brikson]

Thinking about the "trilion and 12 years old" joke about Bill and thinking about his psychological development after the Euclydia massacre

In the show, we see that while he can plan ahead and manipulate people, he's often foiled by his own impulsiveness/anger/emotions. His ultimate goal is to escape the Nightmare Realm/Dimension 0. And sure, he says this is because he promised the Henchmaniacs he'd help them, but ultimately as others have pointed out, Bill is terrified of death. He wants to live forever - have "a party that never ends with a host who never dies". All he cares about is himself, his own survival and hedonism

All this to say, Bill has the emotional development of a teen. He hasn't gotten past the self-centredness nor the reward/adrenaline seeking behaviour, but has emotionally evolved enough to be able to manipulate people and such (and be able to feel guilt, even if it's just a picogram). Though his immaturity shows when he doesn't get his way.

One might think that, being a trillion years old, he would've developed a bit, but here's the thing - major traumas can "freeze" people at certain developmental stages. We don't know how old Bill was when Euclydia was destroyed - though considering his behaviour I would bet he was a teen.

(Or whatever the equivalent of that stage is for his species. They have exoskeletons- do they have instars then? Whatever, that's not on the topic of this post)

Seeing his entire dimension destroyed after (what was probably) a well-intentioned attempt to show them what he saw ("They'll see. They'll all see.") permanently emotionally stunted him. However it was he got his powers, he was a teen/young adult with powerful abilities who had just erased an entire dimension from existence and was now accountable to no one but himself while also being deeply traumatized. His constant partying and implied substance use were probably the only coping mechanisms he could think of, dissociating because he has no idea how to actually confront what happened. The way he talks about the massacre - he detaches himself from it yet still admits guilt ("A monster."). Only post-divorce does he implicate himself in the event, though still obscuring its true nature ("I liberated them.").

Being surrounded by individuals who are similarly maladjusted for most of his trillion-year lifespan certainly didn't help things. The Henchmaniacs are likely somewhat stunted as well, or at the very least don't offer much in the way of mature/emotionally adult conversation, especially since Bill reacts so poorly (read: homocidally) to any sense of malcontent.

Which is to say, I think part of why Ford was important to Bill was because, compared to him, Ford was more emotionally developed (Ford is emotionally stunted in his own ways, but not as severely as Bill IMO). Subconsciously, their relationship was reaching a hand out to the scared teenager in the centre of Bill's psyche and offering him someone to lean on- someone who had their shit a little bit more figured out. A kind of figure Bill hadn't had since he killed his parents.

Of course, such vulnerability probably felt so alien that Bill tried to distance himself. I always wondered - why didn't Bill just lie to Ford about his plan to take over Dimension 49'\ ? Ford would've believed him, finished the portal, and Bill's plan would've been fulfilled. Well, I think it was Bill trying to burn the emotional bridge. In his own impulsivity, his own desire to dissociate instead of confront, he would rather make sure that he would never be able to be vulnerable to Ford than fulfill his grand plan.

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I don't remember where I was going with this. There's no conclusion. I'm spinning this triangular multidimensional tyrant at physically impossible speeds in my mind and if I didn't write something about him my skull was going to turn into a fine powder. It's almost 2 AM, so it's entirely possible this post makes 0 sense, in which case feel free to inform me of that in the notes.

[limitlesses]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋. Just a few hours earlier, once Shoko had finished with Suguru's healing, a vacant-eyed Satoru had been helped out of his blood-ruined and tattered uniform. There were no wounds to heal, nothing in need of Shoko's attention, though Suguru had been thorough in washing away the blood that dried and stuck itself in a mess across pale skin. Satoru hadn't really fully processed everything yet, his mind still whirring, coming down from the high of death and rebirth, of seeing everything, of feeling such immense power at his fingertips that he was utterly emptied, as though power and emotion couldn't coexist. Or maybe that was just shock, the body of Amanai Riko limp in his arms, the smell of coppery blood, the thunderous applause ----

It had taken the both of them over an hour to actually drift off to sleep after the joint shower, bodies intertwined gently, tentatively almost, as though careful not to break one another. Or something like that. But Satoru's sleep was always on the lighter side, sensitive to every rustle and approaching person his Six Eyes could see through his eyelids, through the hallway, whenever his sleep drifted toward REM. It made for some interesting dreams, the way he'd feel reality bleed into the unconscious realm -- seeing people, shapes, things that weren't there but in actuality were several buildings away.

This time, he was downright certain that his eyes weren't seeing something that was there. Like a creeping shadow, he felt a prickle at the nape of his neck, a shiver ---- bristling, the absence of sensory input and yet alarm bells were ringing; needing to look behind him, the looming sense of killing intent and yet no cursed energy to track, save for the strange worm on his shoulder.

Satoru twitched in his sleep, tensing, absorbed into the belief that Toji was coming to finish him off -- an abrupt flooding of Infinity outward practically shoved Suguru off the bed, away from him, their intertwined bodies forcibly parted due to the blooming force that safeguarded Satoru as easily as one breathed. But he wasn't breathing easy now, dead-caught in the midst of a nightmare, tightly coiled in on himself, labored breaths and -- a choked noise, breathing catching halfway in his throat. He kept trying to swallow past the discomfort, a cold blade lodged in his throat -- and he couldn't ---- he was dying !

Until he wasn't, brightened eyes snapped wide open with a heaved gasping breath, fingers flying up to clutch blearily at his own neck.

Shakily, with labored breathing lingering on with the tremors from his nightmare's residuals, he realized there was nothing wedged in his windpipe, nothing bleeding him out nor was he in any danger at all. He was in bed, and Suguru ... ----

He turned his head toward where he sensed (saw, smelled, felt within his soul) Suguru was, eyes blinking, hiding away any looming spark of panic that could've slipped in through the cracks.

❝ a-ah, Ss... uguru, sorry. ❞ Infinity dissipated once he realized that the other man hadn't been an assailant but his partner cuddled up against him. Infinity dropped away, ceasing its separating force -- which allowed Suguru to approach, to touch, when all attempts prior would've been futile.

Now he felt shitty; Suguru was technically still 'on the mend' with Shoko advising he take things easy for a few days at least. Now here he was getting launched off his own bed because Satoru power-sneezed and lost control. He sat upright, swinging his legs over the edge of their bed, placing his face into a hand with a lengthy wipe of it down over his otherwise uncovered eyes. He must've gotten maybe... thirty minutes of rest? Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to see how well he could use his reverse cursed technique to lessen the ache of needing sleep and being incapable of finding it.

❝ Are you okay? I didn't mean to -- I can go sleep in my own room, instead. ❞

@svgurugeto // within twenty-four hours since the events of Hidden Inventory.

[jtks-gh05t-g1rl]

My everything.

part two

(also on my Wattpad)

warnings: swear words, mc getting hit on, death(disclaimer before).

..... I woke up, light peaking through, shining on my face. As I sat up in bed I noticed a note and uniform hung on the closet door.

the note read: "This is your new uniform. Please get dressed and come downstairs to the dining room for breakfast.. If any adjustments need to be made, please inform me or Lord Diavolo, signed, Lucifer."

▪︎Leviathan's POV▪︎

There she was. Walking down the stairs into the kitchen was the woman of my dreams, literally. Last night, after I showed her the room she's staying in, I went back to my room and fell asleep immediately. That wasn't normal, at least not for me. I always stay up until the early morning playing video games and watching anime, but that night was different. During my slumber, I dreamt about MC. It wasn't a normal one. It was honestly terrifying. More of a nightmare if anything.

(mention of death) °°°°°° there had been loud noises and yelling coming from the front entrance of the house. I assumed it was my brother's fighting again, until I heard Mammon..

"BELPHEGOR, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I WILL MURDER YOU!"

Belphie? he's supposed to be in the human realm..

Mammons voice sounded coarse, serious, and tearful.

I blanked out for a moment. Before I knew it, I was watching as Mammon was being held back by Lucifer and Beelzebub.

Mammon became weak and lost balance. He fell to the floor, still screaming. His fall led my eyes to MC laying on the ground, unconscious, bruises on her neck, eyes glazed over.

My stomach dropped. My heart began to palpatate, beating out my chest.

I started to get closer to her body. I got just close enough to see her colorless face.

°°°°°°°° I woke up right when I got a look at her face. The image is engraved in my mind. Every time I blink, I see her.

But here she is, standing in front of me smiling and waving.

"Good morning, MC. How was your first night?"

"Good morning! It was actually pretty good, I wasn't expecting to be able to sleep." "Oh, I do have a question, though."

"Yes?"

"What about my family and friends? I'm still not completely sure if I trust everything going on right now. It would help a lot to still have contact with them."

"Ah," "we have sent letters and gotten in contact with your family and school to let them know about all of this." "As for your contact with your family and friends, you should still be able to contact them on your D.D.D. "

"Ok, cool. I would go insane without them." she placed her hand on the chair next to me "Is this seat taken?"

I looked up and shook my head slightly. Why would she want to sit next to me? Maybe she was actually interested in talking about TSL, or maybe she's just going to use me to get closer to my brother's. That's happened a few times, so I wouldn't be surprised.

Mammon sat down next to her, ruining my chances of talking to her. Not that I would've anyway, but it would've been nice to have the option.

Breakfast was served, and everyone was talking and smiling, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had. ..... Why would I have a dream like that? .... I've had nightmares, but never any that bad. ... maybe it's a sign? .. or a warning? . . "psst, Levi, you ok, hun?" asmo broke me out of my thoughts.

"Huh - oh yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure? You looked a little stressed."

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm just thinking about the dream I had last night."

"Oooh, well, what was it?"

"I'll tell you later."

After breakfast, we all started cleaning up.

"Leviathan, You and MC have the same schedules, so you will be showing her to classes."

I nodded and turned back to MC.

"Well, you ready?"

"Yes, sir!" "wanna tell me about TSL now?"

°°°°°°° MC and I made it to RAD with about 10 minutes left to spare until class started.

We were walking in the hallway talking. Another demon came up to us looking smug and confident.

"Hey. You're new, right?" "I thought you were cute and was wondering if you were single?"

he playfully smacked my arm with the back of his hand.

"You don't mind right, man?" The crusty demon said. My face was covered in pure disgust.

"She's okay, thanks."

"Yo, help me out here, bro."

"Actually, we're both good." I grabbed MC's arm and began to walk away.

"Wait a second, I want to hear from the lady." He looked at MC.

"I'm gonna have to pass on that offer." MC said awkwardly

"Aw, c'mon cutie," "If you're going to say no, you gotta at least give me a reason."

"You want me to be honest?" She looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Hit me"

"Well, I would rather have my nails ripped out and shoved into my eyes than date you. Plus, you're pushy." That same look remained on her face.

MC began to walk past him, I followed. She was trying to hold back laughter.

"What a great start to my first day." The girl said, giggling.

"I know, right? In all seriousness, I promise not everyone here is like that."

We made it to our first class. I spent the time trying to help MC figure out school stuff.

(look who finally posted lol)

[kunikinnie]

Hiii! I've been reading your master list, and I loved your "swapping bodies with their s/o" HCs with Ranpo, Akutagawa, etc. So if it's okay, can I request the samething but with Atsushi and Dazai? Fem reader or GN reader. Whichever one you're okay with

a/n: thank you for sending in your request! i did a GN!Reader since i think the stuff here can apply to non-female bodies as well. hope that's okay with you!

taglist: @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin, @dazaee

warning: mentions of suicide

swapping bodies with their s/o part 2

featuring: Atsushi, Dazai x GN!Reader

Nakajima Atsushi

He panics out of embarrassment. What if he does something inappropriate to your precious body? He blushes so much you wonder if he'll manage to bathe and change clothes.

But it's not the same for you being in his. He's actually quite trusting and confident you won't do anything stupid (unless you're that type of person... then he might be a liiiittle worried).

What DOES worry him is his mentor's behavior toward you in his body. The chance of Dazai pulling pranks on you or taking advantage of the situation is close to a hundred percent. Atsushi will get mad at him for you dw

Now as much as he loves you and respects your body, it's going to be a pain to make sure he follows any regiment you have. He's used to taking care of himself below the bare minimum so it might take some special effort for him to adjust.

It's definitely a learning experience for him. He understands a bit better your preferences in clothes, products, and routines, so he'll definitely make use ofnthat information once you're back in your own bodies.

Dazai Osamu

Like that one Wan chapter/skit, the only way this will happen is by some unknown force beyond the realm of physics.

Similar to Ranpo, he'll be quite excited. Tries on clothes, accessories, and ofc your abilty (if you have one).

He'll also definitely flirt with people in your body. You're worried that at that rate he would've gotten "you" laid.

This is also an opportunity for you to prank people, especially those from the Port Mafia (ex. Chuuya) and Kunikida. Nice and hardworking Dazai is both their best dream and worst nightmare

Unlike in the Wan chapter/skit, Dazai won't think of committing suicide in your body. He might joke about it depending on your personality (ex. we can finally commit a double suicide!), but otherwise he'd rather joke with you happy and alive in your own skin.

[naughtynanzhu]

okay I said I would get some thoughts together about danyin and changheng in the mortal realm

obsessed with they way qu shui and xiao run are essentially opposite yet.... so very much the same... obviously you've got xiao run who's still got the same pure heart as changheng, but he gets to be chaotic and carefree when not under his brothers thumb. he's still from an important, rich family, but gets to be a spoiled brat, which I love... BUT this isn't about him.

what I actually want to talk about is qu shui... spoiled daddy's girl danyin turning into poor orphan qu shui... noble and elegant danyin now an awkward little sidekick... but here's the thing, whether it's romantic or not, qu shui is very much in love with xiao run... even in the mortal realm, danyins feelings are still SO strong

qu shui's always so close, he's always within reach, and xiao run always has 100% of his attention. he hangs on every word. he stands up for him to his dad, he lends him his money, he helps him run off with his jade, (he even dies trying to warn him about what he overheard). he would do anything for xiao run.

when xiao run is going on about finding xiao lanhua, there's a mixture of feelings coming from qu shui. on one hand, some concern (xiao run is losing his g*ddamn mind huh), maybe some doubt/skepticism (there's always some girl), and maybe a little jealousy (he wants his attention)

xiao run isn't ignoring him as he goes on about xiao lanhua but he's definitely not giving him his full attention and doesn't listen when he tries to coax him away from his painting, and when he realizes how obsessed xiao run is being, he excuses himself and slinks away... it's obvious he's got some weird conflicting feelings in this scene. he cares so much about xiao run and wants him to be reasonable and doesn't want him to get his feelings hurt and wants him to pay attention to HIM.

after their encounter with dongfang qingcang, qu shui is SO much more concerned with xiao run than himself. yes, he's a servant and should put xiao run ahead of himself, but that's not what's going on here.

the way he's so attentive to xiao run... the very firm but tender way he touches him... the way he doesn't STOP touching him... he could've easily hit him a couple times to wake him up, but instead... this. and the way they're sure to showcase those touches... that's on purpose.

qu shui has his hands on him for this whole interaction. I would love to straight up say that he's in love with xiao run just as she was with changheng. that would be very fun for me. it would be so tasty.

but at the very least I think its a lot of danyins affection showing through. in the heavenly realm, not only are they separated (a little) by status, but danyin being a girl... and him already being engaged... any type of physical affection would be a nightmare of an idea. not only would it not be allowed, it wouldn't be reciprocated. changheng wouldn't let her get this close but she's in love with him! you know she aches to touch and hold him!

but in the mortal realm, even though they're still separated by status, they're allowed to be much closer. it's not weird or frowned upon for them to be physically affectionate!! and I think if qu shui had been just some guy, it would've been different. it's danyins overwhelming feelings for changheng overflowing into their mortal lives.

I haven't gotten to 22 again on my rewatch so I don't have specific details, but the way they convince him to take down the giant painting by saying how bad it would look on him... he would do anything for xiao run. he'd be mad to find out qu shui took the painting down, but he cared more about his reputation and well-being... he just wants to take care of him and watch out for him...

[luckhissoul]

night terrors .

❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . / @agoldenlily / meme / no longer accepting

he's not expecting the sound of her voice. it hits him in a funny sort of way. the soft sound, like a song. breaking through images and sounds that he would've rather put out of his mind a long time ago. her soft voice, her soft hands. has anyone ever said his name that tenderly? in the moment between waking and sleep the thought escapes scrutiny. he won't have to think of it later. he will think of it later. his eye opens slowly and instead of those bloody snake creatures he sees her face there. surrounded by all those sun colored curls, her wide blues eyes filled with - light, was that worry? concern? a softness he couldn't get his head around. there's a crease between her brows, a slight downturn to her full mouth. burn me, he thought, all that worry can't just be for me. the searing hot pain in his head is gone now, instead there's just nothing. but he's gotten used to nothing where his left eye should be. she starts twice before stopping. he's aware then of her hand toying with the end of his scarf. he thinks of something to say, a smile to give, something that might make her laugh. but where he starts he stops also. and then she blurts out that he was talking in his sleep. the way she seemed to carefully construct that sentence tells him that she meant something else. and from foggy memory he thinks he almost could hear himself, light., but he hadn't been crying out, had he? that was bloody ridiculous. she had said he was talking. just talking.

he shifts a little on the couch he was laying on. he must've fallen asleep waiting for her. he had only come earlier than expected because he had nothing else to do. he wasn't nervous, he wasn't a flaming idiot. why would he get nervous to meet with her like they regularly did? there wasn't any reason. he had nothing at all to do he had come early enough to fall asleep here. but light, how long had he been sleeping? there's a few opened books on the table that hadn't been there when he had arrived. how long had she sat there and just waited? he shakes the thought from his head. "sorry...i fell asleep." he hates how quiet his voice is. she moves her skirts, making room to sit there beside him. she shakes off his apologies, saying something about keeping herself busy. her hands are still toying with the scarf, the embroidery on his coat. had his time back in that realm cut off the connection? were those bloody things still rummaging around in his head? could they see her now? see him being - blood and ashes, he didn't want to think of it anymore. and then he realizes how far off he's strayed when she touches his face, saying his name softly. he swallows harshly, dragging his gaze back to her. he tries to say something. but little good that would do. the words won't come out. sometimes it's hard to look at her and lie to her. there's little defense against a soft blue eyed gaze. he's tries at sitting up and then she's helping him, only to pull him forward. his forehead to her shoulder. she brushes back some of his hair and she says a funny little thing. if he hadn't been half asleep still he might've laughed. she says he's safe.

[the-best-invader]

[post convo took place on here.]

@kneltnotbowed​:

A florpus, you say?  Never heard of it.  

The nightmare realm was quite the unpleasant experience, though, I do have to agree with that.

To put it simply, this site is a hub for different branches of the multiverse and different timelines to communicate.  Thus how you and I are talking, given I am not from your Earth.

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@the-best-invader​​:

wow you were in a nightmare realm too :OOOOO yeah it’s AWFUL and then NO ONE EVER BELIEVED ME but that’s normal about everything. And yeah most people don’t know what a florpus is- it sounds like a REALLY dumb word if you don’t so people usually laugh at me if I bring it up. But like. It was like a giant black hole looking thing that was a portal to other dimensions and would’ve sucked us all in!!! I think Zim’s leaders were stuck in there a while before they got out. I just remember when we were almost stuck in there and I felt like I both saw second hand AND morphed into alternate mes… It was a really out of body experience I think.

-Dib Membrane

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@kneltnotbowed​:

I was in a nightmare realm, correct.  With terrible versions of my classmates and family and teacher.  It was harrowing.  I am not proud of my actions in there.

Florpus does not sound much more silly than other scientific terms I have heard.  And your description of it is fascinating.  I am glad you survived, and hope your Earth is intact?

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@the-best-invader​​:

artist rendition of the florpus!!! Or, kind of. I’m not an artist. I like to draw but I’m not very good at it. + The florpus is very abstract anyways

Earth is fine- thanks to ME. It did get a crack down the middle but it healed afterwards.

Your nightmare realm sounds really similar to mine- teachers really are scary, huh? Though…. Actually all three of those are things that most people would be scared of. especially as kids. and when it happened I was a kid, so.

-Dib Membrane

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@kneltnotbowed​:

The schematic gets your idea across, I believe.  I hope you keep drawing, if you enjoy it.  Being a good at a thing hardly matters compared to that.

Sounds like you are doing a fine job of protecting Earth.  Well done.

I would wager that our nightmare realms were nigh-identical.  I was also a kid at the time.  I also went into my Father’s lab.  I also…  Well, you can put together what I am saying, I believe.

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@the-best-invader​:​

huh :O? I mean, not a lot of people’s dads are scientists, but there are a few scientists in the world so some of them probably have kids. But like, have accessable labs and their dads are experimenting with multidimentional physics? hmm…

OH!!! THIS HAS TO DO WITH THE MULTIVERSE STUFF RIGHT :D? I don’t wanna be wrong, but are you actually like another me and thats why that person brought up the multiverse? No wonder Zim is using it if that’s the case. He’s probably trying to find other versions of himself, then collect them all to help him take over the Earth >:(

-Dib Membrane

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@kneltnotbowed​:

You are correct, this does exactly have to do with the multiverse.  I am, indeed, a Dib, though one quite different than yourself.  Your Zim has lectured me on those differences quite extensively so far.  He even made a diagram.

Also, so far he has not gotten along with many of the other Zims.  Perhaps one of them, but he seems to mostly wish them to stay away from him and his plans.

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@the-best-invader​:

Oh- well that’s good. But also dumb. It sounds like it’d be a good idea to team up, it’d make taking over the world (which he is bad at) WAY easier.

Also can I see the diagram :OOO

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@kneltnotbowed​:

Have you considered the logistics of attempting to get several Zims on the same page about anything?  Much less keeping them from all somehow separately self-sabotaging their own plans… Or, perhaps, he is not entirely yet focused on taking over your world.  Perhaps…  Ah, that might be saying too much.

I warn you the diagram is covered in his usual insults for you, but here it is: https://the-best-invader.tumblr.com/post/682485473535541248/the-best-invader-kneltnotbowed-the-best-invader

As you can see, he is convinced that I need ‘fixing’ to be a ‘proper Dib’ like you are.  And it would make him terribly upset if you changed in significant ways to be more like myself.

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@the-best-invader​:

uhhh… my thoughts here. Zim is DUMB.

To be honest I’ve found enough weird things that I don’t think you’re very weird. There are. much weirder mes. Who do much weirder things. So I think you’re fine. The weird thing is Zim NOT LIKING YOU. Like, he ABSOLUTELY would prefer me to just be a slave to him. Why the hell wouldn’t he like you. he should be telling ME that YOU’RE the role model instead of the other way around.

And using “pretty” as a negative???? Zim is weird.

-Dib Membrane

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@kneltnotbowed​:

I have to say, I am glad you are more readily accepting of me than some alts I have met before.

He very clearly has stated his preference that you not be just a slave to him, and that you not be like me.  Perhaps he has more thoughts about you than the ones you know about.  Perhaps you being pretty would distract him.

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@the-best-invader​:

pff, I doubt it. Unless I invented a ray to shrink down my head (which would be dumb. My head is normal size people just comment on it because they’re mean. I measured.) he’ll aaaalways think I’m ugly. He thinks ALL humans are ugly. Except for you I guess? …Whatever.

We haven’t been fighting nearly as much as we were in the past, sometimes we even get ALONG dare I say. But I still bet if the opportunity presented itself, and he knew he could get respect from others by doing it, he’d still take over the Earth with zero guilt.

-Dib Membrane

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@kneltnotbowed​:

You have seen for yourself that he considers me pretty, exactly.  I have the same head as you, more or less.  Ergo, it is proven that he has the potential to not consider your head a hindrance to you being seen as not-ugly in his eyes.  But he might prefer riling you up instead.  Zims are no less stubborn than us Dibs, after all.

And what if you could prove he could get more respect by not taking over Earth?  What if there were already at least one person who respected him more than the people of his Empire?

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@the-best-invader​:

I mean, ok maybe that “pretty” argument makes sense but in all honesty he probably meant something different by pretty. Humans are just ugly to him.

There isn’t anyone he thinks is ‘equal’ enough to consider the opinion of. All humans are stupid and aren’t worth considering the opinions of just because of how mindless and zombie-like they act (no offense to zombie me). And I don’t think he’s really wrong- there are only like, two people I’d say aren’t in that catagory.

I mean- except for me I guess, but he’d never listen to me…

-Dib Membrane

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@kneltnotbowed​:

Why are you so certain that he must not mean it?  If it is possible for a human to find one human unpleasant to view and another human pleasant to view, why could that also not be true of him?  It sounds to me like you might be making excuses not to believe what he says.

I wonder if these excerpts of Zim’s blog might prove interesting to you:

I am interested to hear what conclusions you might draw about how equal he considers you, and the chance that he might listen to you.

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@the-best-invader​:

I… erm….

Zim sure says say some weird things on his blog…

I’ll probably have to sit on it.

Oh, hello Dib. A pleasure to meet you. I hope you remember multiverse theory, because that is what Zim is doing on here. Anything exciting happen with you lately?

REMEMBER multiverse theory??? I've interacted with it!!! I mean unless Zim posted about it here, he did something really dumb a few years ago making A FUCKING FLORPUS!!!!! And I'm pretty convinced at this point that "Nightmare Realm" was me popping into alternate universes as well.

What does a social media have to do with it though lol

-Dib Membrane