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nb-octopus-writes · 7 months ago

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once you’re in the hive, the other bees assume you’re supposed to be there

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Chapter 7: How They Kept Him Very Well

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“You know, if you keep feeding me like this, I’m going to gain weight,” Virgil says, settling back in his chair with immense satisfaction.

“No offense, but you look like you could use it, Jack Skellington,” Roman tells him.

“Hey!” Virgil protests, though he isn’t actually particularly offended. Roman’s not wrong, for one thing. Virgil certainly doesn’t have the time and energy—or skill, honestly—to make as good food as Patton does. These last couple days have been the most well-fed he’s been since he moved out to be an independent adult.

Roman pushes his chair back and hops up. “Ready for movies?” he asks eagerly, already heading for the doorway.

“Roman Augustus Sanders, do not leave your plate on the table,” Logan says tiredly, but without heat. Roman freezes mid-step, shoulders raising guiltily. Slowly, cartoonishly stiffly, he spins back around.

“Oops.”

“I can’t stay anyway, remember?” Virgil asks. “I gotta get going so I can bike home before it gets dark.”

Roman's eyes go wide. “I. Forgot,” he says with a grimace.

“It is well past sunset,” Logan informs Virgil. “I am afraid that ‘before it gets dark’ is no longer possible tonight.”

“Oh.” Well, fuck. What's he supposed to do now!?

“Sorry,” Roman says. “I did not take the passage of time into consideration. I'll make it up to you. Do you want me to drive you home? I'll drive you home right away. Or you could spend the night again, and I'll take you to work in the morning?”

“I have tomorrow off, actually,” Virgil says, which is the first thing he can think of in response to that extremely generous offer. Roman brightens.

“Oh, perfect!” he says. “That means you can stay the night and then take your bike home tomorrow when it's light out!”

Virgil hesitates, glancing at the others. “Are… you sure that's okay?” he asks.

Logan shrugs. “Unless you have plans for your day off and would prefer to be taken home tonight, that would seem to be the most expedient method,” he says.

“No, I… No, no plans,” Virgil says.

“So you’ll stay?” Roman asks. Virgil hesitates, then nods. Roman whoops, bouncing. “So can we watch Unfortunate Events then?” he asks hopefully.

Virgil can’t help smiling, Roman’s excitement contagious. “Sure, soon as you take care of your dishes,” he says.

Roman sticks his tongue out at him, coming back to gather them up and take them into the kitchen.

Virgil takes care of his own, and Logan puts the leftovers away tonight. The instant their dishes are rinsed and in the dishwasher, Roman whisks Virgil off to the theater again.

One episode follows another, as they eagerly discuss, theorize, and refuse to stop on cliffhangers. They pause, once, because Roman wants to make popcorn, and once more a few episodes later for a bathroom break, but otherwise they continue watching episodes back to back.

Eventually, Patton interrupts their marathon. He’s wearing his grey cat onesie again, and yawns as he opens the door.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” he asks.

Roman pauses the episode and glances at his wrist, on which he is not wearing a watch. “What time is it?” he asks.

“Midnight-thirty,” Calico says, and yawns again. “Logan’s already asleep.”

Roman catches Virgil’s eyes and makes a wide-eyed whoops expression at him. “Stop after this one?” he suggests, and glances at the screen again. “I think we’re almost done.” He presses a button on the remote and pulls up the time bar thing. “Yeah, ten minutes left,” he says.

“Sounds doable,” Virgil says, glad that he doesn’t have to get up for work tomorrow. It’s going to take him a while to wind down enough to fall asleep, and if it’s already past midnight, he would have had no chance of getting anywhere near enough sleep. Hopefully they won’t mind him sleeping in, because otherwise they're going to have to literally drag him out of bed in the morning, and that might spoil their weirdly good opinions of him. “Probably another cliffhanger though.”

“Probably,” Roman agrees. He sucks in a breath, drawing himself up. “We shall have to be strong and resist the siren’s call of another episode.”

“Ten minutes?” Patton asks.

“Ten minutes, beloved,” Roman promises.

“Okay,” Patton says sleepily, and closes the door again.

Ten minutes later, they are indeed left on a cliffhanger. It takes real effort not to continue despite their promise, but Roman visibly gathers his strength, screws up his face, and points the remote at the tv. “For love and cuddles,” he says, pressing the power button.

“Where should I sleep tonight?” Virgil asks as Roman leads him tiredly up the stairs.

Roman shrugs. “Same room as last time unless you’d rather join us,” he says. “We can share Paddy Bear.”

That’s… that’s a joke, right? Roman didn’t just seriously invite Virgil into his bed, invite him to cuddle with his boyfriend. Right? Virgil chuckles uncertainly. He’s even tireder than he thought, to not catch the jesting tone. Or maybe Roman’s too tired and deadpanned too hard.

Probably a combination of both, Virgil decides. It is late. “I think I’d better not,” he says, trying to match Princey’s levity. “I don’t know if you snore.”

Roman gasps in pretend offense, pressing his hand to his chest. Then he leans forward and relates in a conspiratorial tone, “You didn’t hear this from me, but Logan snores like the most adorable rumbly kitten purr.”

“Does he?” Virgil says, grinning. Roman nods happily.

“He does,” he says. “It is adorable, but it does take some getting used to, so I can’t blame you for wanting your own room.” Roman yawns, then reaches up to pat Virgil’s shoulder. “Night, Spoops,” he says. “See you in… I dunno, prolly not the morning. See you tomorrow. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Princey,” Virgil answers. “Sleep well.”

Roman pats Virgil on the shoulder again, then shuffles off into his bedroom.

The room they had put Virgil in last time is nearly as he left it, except that the pajamas have been moved to the nightstand. Virgil carefully does not touch the bed as he changes, knowing that if he had been unwilling to leave it the first night, the exhaustion he can feel in his bones will make it a veritable black hole of comfort tonight.

Pajama-clad, Virgil turns off the light and climbs into bed. He sinks into the softness, comfort claiming him, and is asleep faster than he knew was humanly possible.

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Chapter 8: One Could Get Used to This

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xplrwithme · 4 months ago

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Authors note: I have not written a fic in well over 10 years. Be kind!

“Baby,” you groaned. You couldn't fully believe you were getting into the same argument with him again. You held up the cursed jersey and shook it in his face. “I love you, but I refuse to put this on.”

Cole rolled his eyes and huffed.

“I don’t really see the big deal, babe.”

Your eyes shot to his face.

“BIG DEAL?” You threw your hands up in disbelief causing the jersey to fly around. “It’s a SIN!”

He sighed. “Here we go,” he said before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

You ignored him and continued.

“Cole. Baby. Babe. Love of my life. Light of my days. This isn’t just any normal game. It’s the CENTENNIAL GAME. The Boston Bruins’ 100th year. Massively important in hockey history. Against our BIGGEST rivals. How is this NOT a big deal?!”

You paced back and forth across the bedroom digging your socked feet into the carpet of the hotel room. The hand not holding the cursed jersey counted out each and every point against wearing the damned thing.

“I’m asking you to show support for me, your loving boyfriend,” he retorted, trying to defend himself.

You tossed the red jersey down on the bed beside him as even holding felt like it would cause you to break out in hives. Cole rolled his eyes again at the size of your dramatics.

“I do support you!” You shot back weakly “Just.. not against my team.” Your boys.

“Baby, if you put that Marchand jersey on, I’m walking out of here.” He gestured towards the black and gold jersey sticking out of your bag. The whole reason the argument had started.

You stopped instantly.

You had so little time together before Cole had to get ready for the game and wanted to see him for as long as possible. Having a long distance boyfriend who lived in Canada and traveled for a living wasn’t for the weak. You hardly got to see him during the season. You didn’t want him to leave early over a jersey...BUT you couldn’t bring yourself to support the Montreal Canadiens. God, what would your mother think? You literally had season tickets for the Boston Bruins. The TD garden was your happy place!

You sighed.

“Cole. I love you. I do. But I hate your team. It’s in my blood. You knew this before getting into a relationship with me. I told you from day one that I couldn’t wear your jersey.”

Your team loyalty ran deep.

“It’s a goddamned jersey.” His face grew red with frustration. “You can’t put aside a rivalry for your own boyfriend?”

“It’s like me asking you to wear a Bears jersey instead of a Packers jersey! Do you see the issue here?”

He sighed in defeat and rolled his eyes, clearly knowing he wasn’t getting his way.

“Whatever.” He perked up. “I’ll make a bet with you then. If we win, you have to wear my jersey at our next home game and spend the week with me in Montreal.”

“Absolutely not, the B’s have been playing like shit lately. Too easy.”

Cole raised his eyes to the ceiling, looking for any sort of guidance from the gods above to deal with his amazingly stubborn future wife.

“Okay fine. If I score a goal, then you have to come spend the week in Montreal with me after our next home game.”

You giggled, knowing that no matter how much you frustrated the man, he couldn’t hold anything against you.

“Okay fine, but that’s not much of a punishment. If the B’s win, then I still get to come to Montreal for a week, I just don’t have to put...that…on.” You gestured towards the horrible jersey.

Cole smiled in that soft, boyish way that made you remember why you fell in love with him. He pulled you forward so you were standing between his legs and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Deal,” he conceded with a whisper. He pulled back to glance at you with that soft smile. He pressed his thumb to your cheek as he caressed your face. “I’m sorry that I got annoyed, but I just wanna know that you’re supporting me still.”

You frowned. When was that ever in question?

“Cole, I love you and I support you no matter what even if I hate the team you play for. You know this. Where’s this coming from? It can’t just be about the jersey.” It wasn’t like him to be jealous or insecure. Since the day you’d met Cole, he had been a confident, bright ball of sunshine.

He sighed and leaned back on the bed, looking down at his knees.

“It’s just been hard lately, you know? I see the whole team with their WAGs on the daily, and we’re lucky if we get to see each other once a month. And I know it’s my job that causes the distance, but I just miss you. All the time.”

You quickly blinked away the tears that came to your eyes at his confession. It had been tough. On both of you. You and Cole had been together for a year and a half, but you didn’t get to spend much time together during the season.

You suddenly panicked, thinking maybe it was getting to be too much for him. Not being able to bear the thought of not being with him at all.

“Does...does that mean you don’t want this anymore? Is it too much?” You really didn't want to cry, but it was becoming inevitable. “I know it’s a lot, but I’m almost done with school. And as soon as I graduate, I thought we had plans for me to move to Montreal with you. I...I just...I’m so close to being done, you know, and I’m working so hard--“

Cole quickly cut you off as he stood and grasped your shoulders.

“Honey, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all. Get that out of your head right now. It’s hard, but I know we can do it. You only have a year left. I would wait a hundred years if it meant I got to be with you forever. All I’m saying is that I miss you. I’m so grateful for the time we do get to be together. Ask any of the guys, I haven’t been able to shut up about this game all week, because I knew I would get to spend a day with you.”

Cole wrapped his strong arms around you as he pulled you into a hug. One you both needed.

You both sighed in relief.

“I love you,” he said softly. His lips were at your ear. “I’ll never stop loving you and I’ll never give up on us. I can’t wait til we can get you to Montreal for good and for our lives to start together. It’s only a year...”

“It’s only a year,” you echoed in agreement.

Cole kissed you with enough passion that you were certain your makeup was smudged. He leaned back towards the bed before handing you the Marchand jersey and grinning.

“C'mon. Put this on and let’s go, I got a goal to score for you tonight.”

The night did indeed end with the Bruins winning 6-3, one of those goals being Cole’s. You didn’t miss the way he looked up and pointed at your section when he scored. Your knees felt weak with anticipation at what exactly that goal meant. You couldn’t wait for your week in Montreal without a red jersey on your body.

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princessleechan · 1 year ago

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“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 14 + [BONUS WRITTEN SCENE]

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You couldn’t help the itching feeling of knowing there was Mingyu in the the trunk of Seungcheol’s jeep as he’s driving you home. Nothing could compare to the stage fright you are experiencing acting like you’re interested in Seungcheol while Mingyu was close and personal listening to every leading word. You could literally feel yourself break out into hives, rocked to your core of the predicament you’re currently in.

You were already nervous pretending to be interested in Seungcheol, but not to this extent. Why did it feel worse that Mingyu is there?

Maybe because you were scared of getting caught with him here. A loser used as a social pawn to seduce a highly acclaimed jock with the sex drive of a jackrabbit. Especially since that could mean for this plan to be over and what’s the left for you? Social pariahism? Social unaliving? Nothing good you’re thinking.

Maybe because you’re afraid of Mingyu’s judgement, seeing how pathetic your acting is, thinking lowly of you because of it and because maybe there’s a little of his respect that you want. That you think you’re deserving of and that kind of feeds of a sense of validation for you that you can’t help but crave.

Or maybe for the fact you were making out for a while in the said driver’s car and maybe you felt something, something you were so not ready to address right now while shoving compliments down Seungcheol’s ears.

“We’re here!” Seungcheol turns off the engine of his car before turning to you with a smile on his face. “Your place right?”

“Yep, GPS hasn’t failed us yet,” you awkwardly respond.

“Yeah, couldn’t get anywhere without it…so…”

You bat your lashes at him. “So…”

“I had a really great time with you tonight. Sorry my friends are such guys,” he chuckles making the dimple of his cheek more prominent.

You softly laugh back, shaking your head. “No, not at all it was fun.”

And you weren’t lying. Throughout the night, you kind of got to experience the things you never did in high school and first few years of college that you should have. You didn’t party, you didn’t drink, you didn’t watch a guy shove several kegs down his ass while he chugged (that maybe you still shouldn’t have), and for the first time you did and it wasn’t so bad. You felt out of place but a little normal for once.

“I’m glad. I wasn’t sure how to take you out at first. Maybe you don’t know me all the well but I’m not really all that smart or creative—“ he taps his temple with his finger, “—in here. I just thought it’d be a nice way to break the ice since I don’t really see you in places like this.”

“For a guy that did the whole flower ambush, that was pretty creative. And I’m glad you took me out, it wasn’t so bad. Maybe because you were the one who gave me the tour.”

A gaze in his eye shift, a small sly smile briefing on his face before it melts into one of gratitude, and he reaches out for your hand. “I’m glad I could make it fun for you.”

You sense the start of something, something coming closer to your personal space and for some reason you couldn’t stand it happening with another person mere feet away with panic in his eyes.

Before Seungcheol can plant a big wet one, your hands land on his shoulders to interfere. He big doll eyes stare back you in confusion, curious if he sensed the wrong vibe and wonders why you are holding him back.

“Walk me to my door?” You suggest, perking up your cheekbones.

Anything to get Mingyu out now while he can or Seungcheol will have to wonder why there’s a grown man in his damn car.

“Uh sure.”

You get out of the passenger seat, waiting for Seungcheol to join your side, and together you walk side by side to the front entrance to give Mingyu the diversion he urgently needs. You turn parallel to Seungcheol, facing the direction of the jeep and seeing the discreet opening of the trunk.

“I was wondering since you didn’t entirely hate it, maybe we can do this again. If you’re up for it.” His smile looks so sweet, almost sincere if you hadn’t been religiously profiling his background via ‘Must Die’ team.

“Maybe I am,” you playfully imply, “Just that…”

“That?” He wonders, grinning.

“What are you looking to get out of this? Out of me?”

“Well, I’d like to get to know you. Maybe get through this thick exterior and see the you no one else knows.”

You slyly smile, watching Mingyu breach out of the car and taking his first step. “What makes you think this isn’t the real me?”

Seungcheol steps forward, his eyes piercing through you in determination, and he locks you in an intense gaze. One admittedly difficult to stray from. “Intuition. And in return, I’ll let you know how I operate.”

“And I’d care, why?” You jester, chuckling.

He shrugs. “Curiousity. Nothing more interesting than a person who’s interested in you.”

The man that making his escape lands both his feet safely and discreetly on the ground, reaching up for head of the trunk door.

“There are more other things I could think about.”

“I can change that.”

And like an amateur, Mingyu closes the trunk a little too loudly, alerting its owner. Just about the moment Seungcheol is averting his attention to the noise, you cup his face quickly, training his eyes back on you.

You, who had an expression of panic briefly, smoothe out your features in a soft look with the dip of your eyes, drawing close to him. “I bet you can.”

Confidently, your crash yourself into his lips, long enough to getting Mingyu away and unwanted eyes.

Seungcheol’s lips are soft, although taken aback, but fall seamlessly into rhythm, just as his hands find your hips. You tenderly grasp his face, feeling that familiar sensation of mustering heat gradually enveloping you. He presses you closer against him, molding you his lips to the shape of yours.

You don’t mind this. You like it. You enjoy kissing. Even with Seungcheol, who actually is quite good at it.

His finger thread through your hair, deepening your union until his tongue surrounded yours. You feel the tips of his finger graze your cheek, making you vulnerable to his attention. You’re desperate to follow his lead—thinking how you could get used to a sensation like this—and before you knew it, you two forged an unspoken bond in that moment. The moment lingers and you forget it’s not just you two on a street outside your apartment building, until he’s the one who pulls away, touching the bridge of your nose with the tip of his. You hear a little sigh—so brief, so delicate—and you meet eyes.

“I thought I wouldn’t get to do that tonight,” he says in obvious relief.

You softly chuckle, glancing over at the jeep to see no other person in sight. “Neither did I.”

“Glad we’re both surprising each other today.”

And since that moment you were starting to get it. And that should’ve scared you more than it does.

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ms-scarletwings · 1 year ago

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On Defective Irkens

“It is theorized that Tak may also be an Irken defect because-“

“Say guys do you think Skoodge is defective? He did a thing he wasn’t told to do once do you suppose-“

“Service Drone Bob's contempt for the Tallest is extremely abnormal, even for most defective Irkens…”

“Hints of the comms officer being a defective are seen when-“

Ohhh mauling the fan wiki writers grr biting biting thrashing and then turning around to the rest of you before I’m done, you bet, for I have sat and listened for over 12 years of leaps and speculations of this sort and now I’m now one of the ones who gets to have what the cool kids these days call a hot take on the matter.

By the end of this I’M going to bring up and expose who I actually think may be the only other defective Irken(s) in the show besides Zim, whom I’m aghast I haven’t seen anyone suggest before.

But before anything else, I want to front one preassumption center and loud.

It took me a long time to guess at why very few people can ever seem to get on the same page of what it actually means to call an Irken defective. Implicitly, the bulk of what we are given is that something can be wrong with a member of this species, and Zim is our prime and singular clear example of that. So there’s a ton of trying to find patterns between Zim’s behavior and that of other Irken characters. Weirdly (to me), a lot of people have, in their efforts, chalked the status up to a sense of rebelliousness or insubordination- a defectiveness in the manner of D&D illithids, stomping out disloyal break-aways from the collective hive mind with punitive wrath. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a cool concept, and it’s definitely closer to my opinion at least than the comparisons to real life mental disorders or disabilities. Not knocking the comfort or the enthusiasm, obviously.

From my view of the canon, I hope it’s at least apparent to other fans that “defective” isn’t some empirical measurement or status to Irkens. Look at the way they determine the defects from normal society. IRL, if I have a faulty device on my hands, there’s some way out there to tell me in a clear cut fashion if there’s a problem and what exactly it is. If it’s code, it can be scanned and debugged. If it’s mechanical, something can be seen, fixed physically. Most organic health problems are only different in the complexity of the matter, but the entire purpose of medical research is to come close as we can to bridging that gap. In Irk’s people, that line is rapidly becoming one long smear of wet chalk. I’m going on like this because if defective paks were akin to hardware actually being damaged, as Purple had put it, it doesn’t make as much sense that they are neither “fixed” nor given real, concrete diagnostics. The only way we know of that the aliens are tested in a since on this merit is by existence evaluations. And existence evaluations are anything but empirical, impartial events. They’re worlds more political and cultural than clinical.

Digest the terms we keep seeing all around the concept: Innocent, justice, trial/evaluation, Judgementia, these are terms of judicial courts and moral weight and sentencing. In effective practice,

Irk labels defects by what one does, not by what one is.

Yet, defection is presented as if that’s not the case, and there are reasons for that. Reasons that reinforce the current power structures and promote what its leadership has decided is healthy for the broader society. When Zim was merely re-encoded from invader status to food service work, it was a more secluded evaluation, presumably done on Irk. His only seen witnesses then were the Tallests and the single control brain dishing the judgement. His existence evaluation, on the other hand, rings more similarly to the IRL historical practice of literal “show trials”. Show trials were something that existed way less for the actual crimes of the accused and so much more for their audience, which, show trials are always for an audience. Three main points about them off the Wikipedia cuff:

• Typically, the defendant of such has already been determined to be guilty (oftentimes of completely fabricated transgressions), and the trial serves mostly to make a massive public spectacle and warning of the accused.

• They tend to focus on retributive punishment over correction. The disproportional brutality and lack of mercy is often the point.

• Their goals are propagandistic in nature, and there’s many notable examples to be found in the history of Nazi Germany, the USSR, and in witch trials across the world (because it was never just Salem).

A formality? Well, that much they couldn’t have more brazenly admitted to. Retribution? There’s hardly a more absolute punitive sentence I could craft up over obliteration PLUS Damnatio Memoariae. And as for the degree of spectacle, I will let you make your own observation here.

Believe it or not, the part where my comparisons along this line end with Existence Evaluations is that their standard for taking place isn’t actually this cartoonishly oppressive one that some fans try to make it out to be. In “The Trial”, Zim was not having his data read for some binary is/is not determination… he was having his experiences and actions interpreted by how much damage he has done against the Armada. He said it himself, that hotseat is reserved for criminals. Likely outright traitors and maniacs. Those who have given cause to alert the brains to a genuine existential threat to their civilization and who have repeatedly failed every opportunity given to redeem themselves.

Defective doesn’t just mean “different” to Irk. We’ve hardly seen an exploration of what the median Irken example even is, because the more we see of any one of these characters, the more they show us their eccentric uniqueness and will. Yes, Irkens are authoritarian; yes they’re over-militarized; yes, they’re a supremacist breed aligned under one ruling military… but listen, they are not literally The Borg, or illithids.

The biggest victims of this government itself are those races it colonizes. Average civilians on the other hand, they get to largely enjoy all the vices and pains and indulgences of hyper-space-capitalism. The height-ocracy may limit their opportunities, but even the lowest drones among them are supposedly hired into their positions in return for wages. Irkens are pretty selfish, but in a rugged individualism sense. It’s a dystopia of atomization instead of collectivization. If everyone had agreed that “defective” had anything to do with arrogance, free will, or an ability to feel one’s sense of self worth, no one would ever be pointing to Skoodge as a possible example. That guy’s the poster boy for what it means to be a “tool” in the derogatory sense. I’m not forgetting that he technically never even left his job. He was fired and more or less forced into hiding, and he’s still not even that perturbed over the whole thing.

Moreover, it also takes some extreme acts of harm to justify such a trial. Real harm- not rebellious attitude or even disrespect to authority. The control brains and the tallests alone get to define that threshold, and neither Tak’s/Zim’s insubordination nor Bob’s audacity concerned them enough for a ticket to Judgementia. In fact, they really don’t seem that bothered at all by deserters and those that abandon their encoded function. Tak is likely to be merely the responsibility of her janitorial squadron, the same way that enforcing Zim’s banishment was the responsibility of his Frylord. Because Irk actually does have standards of justice and layers of bureaucracy to work within when it comes to dealing with true malice. Small fry problems are for the lower rungs of the ladder to handle, until they become a higher priority by necessity. Incompetency alone isn’t a crime, either. The go-to punishment for failure in one function is demotion to a lower position. These are the only Irkens formally not allowed to change jobs, making what they do a kind of communal service or forced labor sentencing. Remember how Tak’s motivation for leaving Dirt wasn’t solely dissatisfaction with the grunt labor? Remember how she kept justifying her actions by the logic of fairness and setting things right? Not to mention how she fully made the Tallest aware of what she was up to and how her plan was well crafted enough to probably work out exactly like she wanted. Tak is utterly as loyal to the empire and competent as any invader. She was genuinely just dealt a shitty hand, and her response to it is at least understandable.

She even went to great lengths to identify and specifically target Zim and to use a planet that otherwise had less than no value to the armada’s operations. She is a great foil to Zim, but I can’t see how she’s any bit defective, only full of rage that she was screwed over by the actions of a real disgrace to their species. Genuinely destructive cases like Zim are an incredible rarity. Such a rarity that I can only guess it took this long for him to go to Judgementia because his degree of dysfunction outright baffles the system. It also would appear that it’s an event of such significance that it can only be set into motion by the command of the ruling Tallest. By murdering a couple of them, and then being a clown show for a couple more, he inadvertently bought himself some time.

And the crazy thing to remember here is that Zim doesn’t even understand that his actions are an existential threat to the Empire- that he IS a whole supervillain to his planet. This is how effective Irken programming and the education plugs are. They’re supposed to do 99% of the work of setting up the population, even the lowest drones, for not turning out like traitors to their kin in the first place. ALL of them grew up on a steady diet of the same drip-fed propaganda and essentialist ideology as their most militant soldiers. So I can see the logic behind the conclusion that the only explanation for criminals in their society must be outright brain damage or corrupted data… and I’m not gonna lie I do openly headcanon that the latter case is exactly what happened to bad egg Zim.

The limits of only having the one example in him notwithstanding, I’m anything but against theorizing about who else could be “worthy” in the Irken sense to also stand before those brains, playing sweaty advocate for the worth of their continued existence and all. I just don’t see it in Bob, or the Comms officer, or any other invader. Tak, there may be some hypothetical ramp to that end, in her future, but as things are right now, I only see a candidate that has become comfortable right in the control brains’ biggest blind spot of all. See, eggs don’t always have to crack in order to go bad. Sometimes, maybe they just spoil. Sometimes, I believe just the right conditions and time can turn them downright rotten.

Dramatic musical flourish, please.

I forget whoever said the quote “Power doesn’t corrupt, It just exposes who people really are”, but I’m a huge fan of the fact that they did. In my opinion, it’s less about power itself and more about a complete lack of accountability that allows the weakest and most toxic seeds to really fester in a seat of authority. Indeed, we all know that there is something pathetic, and vapid, and cruel floating around The Massive’s bridge. I am saying I’d call Red defective, but I couldn’t be certain enough with myself to say that Purple’s largely the one carrying a lot of fault. His greatest sin is his negligence and enabling his companion. whoever we can say shoulders more of the blame, they have been running this horror show as a joint unit, so they will both bear the guilt. Without a doubt, these two are terrible- popular maybe, but terrible leaders. Like, more responsible for the near ruin of their home world and species than I can even pin on Zim at this point. By almost every measure once you hold them up to Miyuki’s and Spork’s barely few moments of would-be screen time, they’re the worst Tallests for the Empire we’ve ever known. It’s too bad that they have no one over them we know of to flag them for an existence evaluation, because I am assured that the real orchestrators of the Armada would be disgusted to look over their track records since they took power.

I mean, what can I remember just off the top of my head?

- Full awareness of Zim’s blackout-causing history before the beginning of Operation Impending Doom I and not keeping a close eye on him, removing him from his position, or keeping him away from the homeworld’s WoMDs

- Overseeing the shipment of faulty equipment to Invader Tenn (even if the packages had not been switched, the Megadoomer still had a potentially fatal flaw), and then presumably NOT giving her urgent guidance/assistance to avoid being captured by native hostiles

- Showing an egregious amount of immaturity and frivolity when making logistical decisions, such as the flight path of the Armada or how conquered planets are utilized

- Repeated abuses of their standing, trying to extra-judicially get rid of subjects over the pettiest reasons (if they had the formal authority to just vaporize Skoodge, Bob, OR Zim on the spot, they wouldn’t need to come up with convoluted and indirect methods that they only hope kill said targets)

- Upon Zim returning to them from his banishment: not sending him back to Foodcourtia and not refusing to humor his wishes to larp as an invader

- Oh yeah, also granting Zim at least some invader tech and allowing him to leave Conventia in what I assume is a ship he could have only stolen

- Still not dealing with Zim with extreme prejudice in a timely fashion after the events of Backseat Drivers from Beyond the stars, or investigating enough to find out and deal with prisoner 777

- HAVING WAITED THROUGH ALL OF THE ABOVE BEFORE SENDING FOR ZIM’S EXISTENCE EVALUATION

- Spending the bulk of their reign so far dicking around in space and gorging themselves. Seriously, Red showed us one act of proactive competence… and it was in order to fix a mess that they allowed Zim to get them into. Not to mention, the Resisty got away from that scrap after thoroughly humiliating their flagship.

Red, and by extension, Purple, are the almighty, Tallest threats to the entire Irken project of galactic conquest, as much as Zim would have loved all the credit in the universe. By what they’ve done, and who they are. He might be damaged, but them? There’s some defective moral character if I’ve ever seen.

#invader zim #iz #iz theory #iz headcanons #tallest red #tallest purple #iz tallest #iz the trial #defective Irkens #long post #scarlet talks about things #Tallest slander

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ardbar · 3 months ago

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Okay I’m getting close to being 70% of the way through words of radiance so I feel like it’s times to reupdate my thoughts.

For reference I’m right after chapter 58 currently reading the interludes

Before I believed that once enough of the parshendi took on storm form this would somehow break all of the parshmen out of slave form and begin the desolation. One piece of evidence I had for this but forgot to type last time was that Shen/Rlain had left the army. Quite a bit earlier in the book it mentioned that the Parshmen “didn’t have their song” basically meaning they weren’t apart of the hive mind and lacked freedom. I thought what this was signaling was that now that storm form is being taken it is somehow returning the freedom to the parshmen. While this may be true it could also just be that being in bridge four specifically around Kaladin and the Spren was freeing him I’m not sure.

I’m not sure I still believe all of that though. Instead of freeing the parshmen I just think that once enough have storm form in will bring back their gods perhaps in a diminished state. It could also be that the Parshendi shard bearer manages to break free from the hold of storm form as it actively seem like a small part of her is resisting it. I feel like that has to be the most likely option. In the past the world was barely surviving the desolations even with probably thousands maybe hundreds(?) Of shard bearers and storm binders and right now the only ones we are aware of that are alive is Shallan Kaladin and Lift.

I don’t know how much of the status quo Brandon is willing to upheave in this book and going forward given how much of the series is left.

He’s already done stuff that I wasn’t expecting though. Right now he has Adolin fighting for all of these shards and I was expecting him to eventually lose and the Shallan would maybe have to reveal she has one and let him borrow it so he can have one more climatic duel or something along those lines. However, I feel like the opportunity for that has passed the big 4 v 1/3 already passed and that would have been the point where it made the most sense for him to lose. But instead Kaladin fucked up and now he’s in jail. Now I’m going to use a little tiny bit of spoilers I heard to make an assumption.

I was looking on Wikipedia and it said Oath bringer the third book has Dalinar as the pseudo main character. That’s all I know about the next book. However, I’m guessing that means the king fucking dies and it makes a lot of sense. Right now Kaladin is in prison so either this is the perfect time for the assassins working with moash to strike and if that doesn’t happen now Kaladin has even more reason to help those assassins or just turn a blind eye to them if he is let out. However, I really don’t think Syl would agree with this in anyway. The thing is I don’t know if she has a say. I’m pretty sure she can leave though. And I don’t think they’d make Kaladin lose his abilities. So I have no fucking clue what’s going to happen with Kaladin. Now to best girl Shallan.

She doesn’t even fucking know what she’s doing. I mean that in a nice way. Like girl is trying to infiltrate the Ghost bloods, make moves in the court, stop the apocalypse, and find a lost ancient city. Like right now she has a million and one pathways for her character to go down and none of them can really work together. Like if she joins the ghost bloods she has to leave the shattered plains to go do jobs I assume, if she wants to stay in the camps with Adolin she can’t go do all of her other things, and the stopping the apocalypse/finding the city would also likely require her to leave the camps.

Okay honestly typing this all out has given me some ideas. I think the conflict with the parshendi has to end this book or at least majorly change. The war itself has the narrative in such a chokehold that it restricts the movement of literally every character. I’m guessing the King has to die this book and Dalinar takes over, I’m also guessing the parshendi all take on storm form and go on the offensive and the war camps start being over run. While the attacks on the war camps are happening I’m assume for whatever reason Shallan, Adolin, and Kaladin were all out exploring the plains or like looking at a chrysalis for Shallan or something its not important. in this scenario Kaladin was pardoned but bitter and maybe demoted to being a regular soldier not a captain. Somehow they realize that the camps are being overwhelmed and Shallan is like this is the only chance I have to go look for the city. Maybe this sparks some contention. Anyway I think the book ends with them finding one of those warp gates and gets moved to the place.

In this scenario Dalinar might be able to force the parshendi back but the balance of power has clearly shifted in favor of them. And begin the real count down to the desolation. This would also allow the three kids to go off and do shit because they are assumed to be dead during the raid. It honestly doesn’t make much sense for Adolin to be there but Idk it feels like there is more to be done with his character that can’t be done if he’s just stuck in the camps.

Also don’t come at me if the names are spelt wrong I’ve been using the audiobook so idk I’m kinda sounding all of this shit out. You might have noticed I refused to say the name of the actually like city of the radiances because I’m not even gonna try and do that one.

#stormlight archive #stormlight spoilers #words of radiance

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vroomian · 11 months ago

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Thinking about vox oc and his powers. I think I’m gonna lean waaaay into the network aspect of them. All his contracts are essentially microchipped and he has a routine in the back of his mind constantly monitoring them for any changes. This is a vital part of being one of his contracts btw. No chip no deal. They break contract they lose the chip. He’s got zero interest in tracking people who don’t already belong to him lol. He doesn’t really do anything with this surveillance besides interfere when his contracts need protection. What people do outside work hours is their business.

But the main aspect of his powers are actually related to him being essentially a robot. He can literally have as many bodies as he wants. He’s absentminded because he’s running like four billion subroutines and piloting ten other “vox” bodies and hundreds of drones. His only limitation is hardware and that’s only going to get better and better as time goes on. He’s his own hive mind, his own network of selves.

His demon form is very plant based, with cables as roots and connections that span the entire pride ring. Probably beyond the pride ring tbh, and maybe even to heaven as time passes. So long as one of his bodies is safe and he’s got a connection he’s essentially immortal.

I think vox is so so afraid of waisting his death the same way he wasted his life. A person who was missed by no one and left nothing behind. He doesn’t want to die with all those stories inside him again.

(Drawbacks: it took him a long long time to use even two bodies, he can suffer overloads of information and crashes. He gets lost in his own information stream sometimes and he might not make it out. It’s a coin flip for every body he adds to the network. Also he has to actually make the bodies from scratch and it’s fucking expensive and painful. I’m thinking he has to literally carve bits of himself up to plant them likes seeds in the new bodies. Each body has a fully functional pain and sensory system system so he also has to deal with that lol. He never really rests because there’s always a few parts of him that are up and awake.)

#the body electric #vrrm vrrm #I just like the idea of a character who’s his own hive mind #give alastor a vox and angel a vox why not #also leaning into the Alexander Hamilton vibe #how do you write like you’re running out of time!!

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palzeddie · 2 months ago

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rescue hi-surf 1.12 thots

before i start this episode i just have to reiterate how funny it is that there’s another tsunami arc on a ryan murphy show. this is television

it’s so crazy that people don’t realize they’re in a tv show and are subject to foreshadowing… actually it’s foul

YAY LAKA AND KAINALU ILY

“you’re making my job really hard, you know that?” LMAO

see even his wife is concerned about him retiring. LISTEN TO UR WIFE

omg omg omg yuri opportunity

girl… “he’s like a brother to me”… i fear u too are falling victim to foreshadowing and this girl is gonna date kainalu and piss u off

i want laka and em to be friends fr. forget stupid will

damn if only uncle sonny was there in santa monica :///

will is back in australia ??? HELL YEAH THANK U LORD

em is gonna stop that tsunami by the power of her polo

laka is really whipping everyone into shape on this team… he will be captain one day and he will be SO GOOD at it

kainalu’s daddy gonna try to pull him off the team or sum i feel like

I. LOVE. that laka and em are teaming up this episode. once again i say FORGET STUPID WILL

OHHH THEY’RE DEAF. see that was some good foreshadowing at the press conference what an episode for that

i giggle when people’s real accents break through lmao i lovvve it

look ik ur trying to cover for ur friend but in a life and death situation u TELL ur friends parents. u tell anyone that needs to know bc good friends keep each other safe

laka is so fed up w that blond on blonde drama fr

“that is why you don’t date your coworkers” YIKESSS

yeah kainalu and the friend are def going out on at least one date

laka is just the perfect character for a show like this bc he has chemistry w EVERYONE

i love a plotline w ocean bc like clearly she is an angsty teenager in a power struggle w her parents but also at the end of the day she does respect her parents and what they’ve taught her, and she clearly loves them she just is trying to be her own person !!! which is real as hell. teenagers are frustrating but they are literally trying to figure out how to be people

jesus i am not ready for the kainalu hina angst i’m getting HIVES in anticipation !!!

“you and will aren’t good for each other” THANK U LAKA FINALLY SOMEONE SAYS IT TO HER

i just want them to be best friends

omg waittt not ocean having her may grant arc today during the tsunami that’s actually crazy

sonny u don’t want to retire !!! and we still have 7 episodes left in the season slkdfjldkfhas

ryan murphy said let’s take that plot but make it resolve itself in one episode❤️

kainalu is growing on me so much fr

stoppp kainarose is gonna make hina wanna khs

let’s take bets on how long this retirement will last

“was it about will?” “it was about a lot of things” at least we have it out loud

STOP IM GONNA CRY

OH HELL YEAH WAIT EVERYTHING IS BEING RESOLVED IN THIS EPISODE???

wait now im scared of a potential cliffhanger i feel sick

jesus rolling my eyes in anticipation of what will be an awkward voice mail

WE DO NOT NEED HIM OR MISS HIM EM. DONT SPREAD LIES DONT BE A FIBBER

#rescue hi surf #live react #live watch #1x12 Surge

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everettswritings · 9 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/everettswritings/755946965655764992/im-frothing-at-the-mouth-to-write-roguefort?source=share

*....looks at rougefort ler x Lee y/n request....also at cg roguefort with little y/n request....tosses both.*

Take your pick or write one of each lmao.

Aight, bet. I’ll probably get to the tickles later, though. I’m sorry for being super slow with requests and posts in general, y’all, I’ve been insanely busy lately- I’m so stress that I’ve even been breaking into hives! I’m trying insanely hard, thank you all for your patience and support. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI)

Spoiler to their core. They will give you literally anything and everything you ask for, even if it’s not through legal means- *cough cough* stealing said items *cough cough*.

Sometimes you don’t even have to ask for something, you’ll just randomly get it!

This means that you have a LOT of toys and other little gear, I can’t emphasize enough how much there is!

Loves to cuddle with you, especially after their heists. They’ll put their bounty somewhere and immediately go to hold you close, regardless of what said bounty is.

A lot of the nicknames they give you are in French, like “petit” or “chérie”, but they’ll also call you things like “darling” or “my sweet little jewel”.

It’s also worth noting that they don’t take you on heists, or even leave for heists whenever you’re regressed. They did it once and it ended in a comedic disaster(which I will write one day, just need to get my life back together)

You get to hide in their cape. Just that. You get to hide in their cape.

Sometimes they’ll sit in an armchair and watch you as you play on the floor, and it’ll melt their heart every single time you crawl up to them or try to climb into their lap.

Lets you read with them whenever they have a book in hand, even if it’s one of their grown up books. They actually find it cute when you try to sound out the big words

When playing with you they’re willing to go along with any role you give them, and you get bet that they’ll put an Oscar-winning performance into it!

And if you like playing tea party, or even dress-up, you’re guaranteed to be met with the most elaborate and silly characters they can come up with.

They’ll let it be known to the whole world that they love you. You’re the Phantom Bleu’s little one, and they’ll never let you or anyone else forget that

That’s all! I don’t exactly feel too good right now, but I hope this was enjoyable nonetheless. Have a good one 🫶

#everetts writings #headcanon #headcanons #sfw agere #age regression #agere headcanons #crob #cookie run agere #cookie run ovenbreak #caregiver!roguefort #roguefort cookie

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sheppardsmckay · 2 years ago

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I’ve finally finished the incredible show that is Stargate Atlantis and I. Have. Thoughts.

I watched Vegas and Enemy at the Gates together (on the advice of my sga leader @lightthewaybackhome) and I’m so happy I did.

So Vegas feels like a different show entirely, from the filming to the characters. Sheppard does not seem like Sheppard nor does anyone else. They’re all darker, more broken versions. My heart was just broken the whole time, but I didn’t cry until I saw Rodney though. This is the Rodney without his Sheppard to guide him and help him. This is the Rodney who lets Keller pass him by. This is the Rodney that lets Sheppard go alone. This is Rodney without a Sheppard that lit up Atlantis (this is honestly worse than last man but it’s a good parallel).

This is the Sheppard that goes alone on yet another suicide mission because he’s lost everything anyway…and then he dies. While Johnny Cash’s “Solitary Man” plays. Because that’s who Sheppard is, not the man in black saving the world with his people, but the solitary man who is alone without a home and no chance to be healed. And yet still he sacrifices himself and is brave and dies saving the world. Sheppard becomes the action hero at the end of the movie that goes out guns blazing and, while it’s usually cool to see, this one just breaks our hearts.

And then we move to the finale and…oh! Sheppard is Sheppard again, and Rodney is Rodney and everyone is okay.

And we see the parallels between the Vegas world and ours throughout the episode. Sheppard about to go on a suicide mission stops right at the last moment because Rodney’s voice breaks through the radio. The team is about to die blowing up the hive ship but stops because Atlantis is there in time to save them. Atlantis is lit up because of Sheppard. And then we see them all at the end. They’re happy, and alive and not broken.

And even though they aren’t fully healed, cause who ever is in this life, they’re on the path to healing. There’s hope, there’s light that has broken through the darkness (the way the show ends with the light piercing through the clouds is so beautiful in a literal and metaphorical sense like I’m sobbing).

There’s a couple lines from songs that my Sheppard told me about that is forever linked with SGA now. Ghosts That We Knew has a beautiful line, “So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light”. Throughout the show there’s so much darkness and pain, but we stick through it with the team because there’s hope that it’ll be okay. There’s hope because John is there, because they’re all there right where they should be. It’s a beautiful metaphor for life.

And then there’s a song called Hospital for Souls. It’s mainly a Sheppard song, as he lets himself burn for his family, but it’s also how Atlantis is a hospital for all the broken souls and brings them together. It’s why Sam didn’t stay there long and Woolsey came on board. It’s why Ronon says at the end that he is home. It’s why Teyla chooses to stay and raise her son in Atlantis instead of her home world. Why Rodney waits 48000 years for Sheppard and why Sheppard realizes finally that he doesn’t have to die to be redeemed, that living and healing is possible for even him.

It’s been a wonderful journey watching this show, it’s changed me, helped me grow and made me realize that healing is possible for even me. That a family is what you make it and they can be your hospital for your soul no matter how weary, broken or hurt.

I just love this show. I’m immediately gonna start rewatching it from the beginning because this. This is my family, my home. I’ve found myself in the darkness of Sheppard and the outlierness of Rodney. In the fierce love of Ronon and sisterly bond of Teyla.

I’m ever so grateful my friend got me to watch this, so happy that I went through the darkness into the light with my team, through tears and shouts of joy. I always said Supernatural would be the only show with this kind of life-changing, life-saving impact. But Stargate Atlantis now holds that honor too, this little, cheesy, ridiculously funny and terribly sad series has changed my life, helped me be the person I wanted to be for so many years but always struggled with (yeah I’m louder, complain more and am maybe a bit more annoying but gosh it’s more fun) and just generally helped me with so many endless things. And I’ve found some great friends and got closer to one of my best friends, aka my Sheppard lol.

Anyway, all this to say that this show is beautiful and incredible and please do yourself the honor of watching it but definitely bring tissues. Don’t worry too much about why they wear sneakers for like two seasons or their military tactics are off, but just enjoy the friendship, the humor, and how wonderful it shows that it doesn’t matter how messed up you are. How dark you’ve gotten or how many pieces of your soul you’ve sacrificed for others. You can be redeemed and healed and made whole. You can find people who love you despite your flaws and shortcomings. And you can find the light no matter how dark the world has become. You too can be home.

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