#if not his pak then what else is there to lose?

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#196 It's mx steal yo girl!~

You among the fighters talking about their most impressive stolen items they took...

Zeus: So Mortal, What did you bring in?

Y/n*Smilling and grabs a control remote to turn on your projector screen to show...You are on a romantic date with Persephone who is having a good time* I stole Hades' Wife~

Hades*In shock looks at the pictures*...

Y/n: We went on a date, We had a magical time!~We kissed we had candyflos~...I've stolen her heart~ *Sees Zeus laughing his heart out* You find that amusing Zeus?

Zeus: I think thats fantastic!-

Y/n: You what else is fantastic?~I also took your wife~*Show the next shot of you and hear having a date and being lovey dovey*

Zeus*Smile drops as he sees Hera having the time of her life*

Y/n*Smirks and looks at Odin*Are you laughing Odin?

Odin: No, I dont laugh

Y/n*Nods and shows the next slide*oH, oKAY -Well it's probably good you weren't laughing cuz I also took your wife!*Shows Pictures of her and Freya on ANOTHER date*

Odin:...

Shiva*In shock with a smile completely dumfounded*

Y/n: You find that amusing Shiva?

Shiva: WHAT THE FUCK?-

Y/n*Smiles showing Shiva you on a date with his Wive's you being cuddled by them and getting kisses from all three*I also took your wives

Shiva*COMPLETLY losing it*-WHAT!?

Y/n: We hung out outside a Royal Oak Pak n Save~

Shiva*Wheezing and shaking his head smiling, holding his two arms up* I KNOW THE ONE, I TAKE THEM THERE TOO!~

Y/n*Looks now at the human side*Raiden, Took me a while to track your girl but I found her!~

The next screenshot...shows an inflatable sex toy woman, you behind her hugging her

Y/n*Looks at Adam*Dadam, I respect you too much

Adam*Smirking and holding his fist towards you*Thanks kiddo

Y/n*Fist bumps him back with a smirk*

[ms-scarletwings]

So there was a note under my post about Zim hovering a finger over the self destruct switch on his first day on Earth that just cracked open something in my mind.

Cause…Oh. Oh hecc you, @murhuedur. You actually touched on like, my favorite thing about this character, period. I really like this take, I do. It’s a good one. I ponder, still,

In my own opinion, it’s actually genuine confidence and arrogance, but Zim’s delusions of grandeur are as a thin rubber band. They can stretch out to wild lengths and remain malleable enough to bend around truth as he wills,

But there’s a hard limit out there eventually, and should reality require him to stretch his cognitive dissonance just too far, it’s a violent snap-back to full clarity. I don’t think he’s faking it or always lying to everyone else about what hot shit he is, because I think he fully believes those lies about as fast as he can speak them, even if he will later realize he was wrong after a cosmic punch to the face.

Like, Zim’s smart, but smart people aren’t inherently rational ones. Within Zim, the tallest, hell, maybe even Skoodge, there’s sometimes this very short-sighted flippancy about what is objectively true/false that peeks out every now and again in their psychology. I mean, humans sometimes do this too when it’s convenient to their interests, just, obviously not to goofy cartoon character levels if they want to function in society.

Zim has whatever this flaw is and cranked up to 11, maybe as a side effect of his PAK defects. Sometimes it gets him into DEEP shit, but it’s also his biggest mental shield. Zim has like no fortitude against spiraling into a full on depression or a justifiable panic attack over the smallest concession of being an absolute failure to his race. That weaponized denial that makes him so dangerous to himself and others also keeps him together and motivated forward. But it’s not largely a conscious lie he’s telling himself. It’s genuine faith he’s trying to manifest into matter through sheer force of his will.

His dogmatic mantra, “I am Zim” and what it means to him is a statement he holds on such conviction it overpowered and hijacked the ego of 3 control brains at once.

If I were inserting him into DnD he’d have the wisdom stat of a stale poptart and a 20+ thrown into charisma. He’s faking it without even understanding he’s faking it.

But were he completely detached from reality, he’d be WAY more likely than even now to accidentally get himself killed. While a narcissistic level of self esteem is what lets him ignore and selectively unhear inconvenient truths, the adrenaline of immediate life or death danger is what grounds him back in the real world. You notice over time that as self-sabotaging as he normally is, he seems to act his most rational and competent when he’s suddenly put against the grindstone and self preservation HAS to jump into the driver’s seat. He basically survives his day to day on a tightrope between a falsely glorious narrative of himself, and his perceptive anxiety both tugging him to land on either side of the fence when something big happens.

In “The Trial”, he wastes very little time on his expected bullshit or his confidence in being able to just win over the approval of his judges.. by virtue of being his awesome self. He spent most of that ordeal on the verge of a heart attack, squirmed to find an escape, and actually tried to DENY causing the death of two Almighty Tallests (reminder that he usually owns up to his atrocities with downright offensive pride). He understood the full gravity of an existence evaluation and how cooked his goose was. As soon as the situation resolves and he’s no longer in that danger, it’s right back to full trust of his status as an invader, and in Red and Purple as his biggest fans. When his disguise starts to slip in front of Skool kids he knows are dumb as a bag of rocks, he can silver tongue his way around that without skipping a beat. Losing his disguise in front of a bunch of alien-obsessed adults? Uh oh, pants-shitting terror, this is potentially game-over levels of bad, immediately gtfo of here. Stand there, chest beat, and scold the obviously rogue duty-mode Gir all day until the second it actually tries to kill you and you suddenly have to realize you’re not the one holding the cards anymore to save your own life.

The other way this quirk of his really shows through is in his selective memory. Zim has this skill to repress down and push away unpleasant experiences that I think some of us can only dream we had. I love it because it’s equal parts a comedic and analytical goldmine.

Tak, who actually posed a legit threat to his entire mission and tried herself to chip through that massive wall of denial he’s shielded in- same Tak who’s powerful af ship was stolen and desecrated by Zim’s arch nemesis��� she’s not just an afterthought in his mind after that mess. He’s literally pushed that one out of his thoughts altogether in the comics. Like she, and Skoodge, who he can’t fucking stand, might as well have never even existed, even while GIR’s trying to remind him. That time he played around with time travel and it was one of the biggest clusterfucks he quickly lost control of? The bologna incident he stooped so low as to ask dib to help him with? You must be thinking of someone else. Nope. Not a thing. Lalala, can’t even hear you. This is also what makes it no wonder he deeply struggles with actually learning from certain mistakes.

From an outsider’s eye this behavior of his is baffling. It makes him look actually insane or at least obnoxiously obstinate. And I think both assumptions are half right, because this is clearly not the result of mere stupidity. Those truths are simply wayyyy too discordant with his view of himself to devote surface memory to, or too uncomfortable, unless and until, of course, you confront him with them in a fashion where that rubber band has to snap, that bubble pops, and he instantly sobers out of that complacency.

Literally god forbid he ever stops being defective in this way or is given the ability to reckon with the reality of his situation and his history all at once. I’m not even just talking about his job or banishment. I’m talking about his entire life. This chaotic, flexible, incoherent mindstate is the only branch he’s holding onto from dropping into a much more horrifying chasm beneath himself, the depth of which we can only guess. I straight up have no idea what he would do or what could happen to him if he could, even for a moment, rationally comprehend his every action, memory, and empirical truth all at the same time. Seriously, leave that Pak’s Gordian Knot be, or I imagine there could be an HP Lovecraft type of breakdown in the making.

#By the way this is probably one of the most important differences between him and Dib, and what makes Zib so… way he is.

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | eleven.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.1k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, a little look into mrs. pak and oc's relationship at work, mentions of cancer, flashbacks - one is just a random little moment with friends and the other is more oc x minho centered.., oc x san content, most of this is centered on oc's feelings 🥺

"So, are you seeing your friend today?" Mrs. Pak turns to you while you stand at the register, smiling as she puts a small bouquet together next to you.

"San?" She nods. "Yes. We're just going to eat and catch a movie."

"Sounds like a date?" You giggle.

"Nooo." You elongate your response. "We're just friends, Mrs. Pak."

"Have you guys hung out before?"

"Every now and then, we'd see each other for a meal or to walk around. Nothing too extravagant." You chuckle. "We talk almost everyday."

"That's sweet. Do you enjoy his company?"

"I do. He's very nice. I feel comfortable around him, and I feel like that's been hard for me post-accident." You look at her. It hasn't been long since you've started working with Mrs. Pak, but she was easy to confide in. You opened up to her about your accident, losing your mom and not remembering those details— losing every bit of you and not remembering things before the accident. You told her you felt like you were finally settling in in this world, this new chapter, new reality. It's been very difficult, but you were starting to feel comfortable and at ease.

The same thing goes for Mrs. Pak, as she's had help come and go in the shop. But, she's never felt so.. content and happy with your presence. You could simply walk into the room and Mrs. Pak feels like she'd never be alone. For awhile, she's felt alone— especially after she suddenly lost her husband to cancer.

But now, you're here and she feels better. Happier. More alive.

And she's not sure how you do it, but she is grateful. She is grateful you are helping, she is grateful you care. She is grateful you are here.

"That's good, no? It's important that you surround yourself around good people." You smile.

"Yeah. I agree."

"What if he likes you?" You raise a brow and shake your head with a small giggle. "I mean of course, you can always be friends. But, what if?"

"Then, I'm not so sure. He's very sweet. I just don't think—" You let out a breath. "I don't know—" Pause. "Maybe I'm not ready?" But, before you can follow up with an explanation, Mrs. Pak is jumping in.

"I don't think it's that, love. I think you'll be ready when the right time comes." She smiles. "I think you have your mind set on someone else." You blush.

"W-what? No." 

"I can see it in those lovely eyes of yours, dear." She giggles as you look back down to your hands, remembering the time you've been spending with your friends, with Minho— times at the studio, his café, random kick-its in the city.

Most importantly, you think about how Minho started to feel more and more like your bestfriend. But lately, he's felt a little warmer, a little closer. He looks at you a little differently, keeps you close a little differently.

Like you are his bestfriend,

Like you remind him of love— a certain memory, probably a certain form of love.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | HANGING OUT AT THE FOODIELAND NIGHT MARKET A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO

"Dude, dude, dude!" Jisung excitedly calls out. "I need to try those garlic noodles with the lobster. Ooh, and the bungeoppang?!" Jisung starts to point in every direction. "Wait, the ramen burgers—"

"Can we just make our way around?" Seungmin pushes him aside.

"Why, do you plan on eating the entire night market?" Jisung tries to be sassy with his response.

"Yeah, maybe?" Seungmin snaps back, making Chan shakes his head.

"Okay, shut up. Let's just walk." Chan starts to lead the way by walking backwards. He shoots a smile at you before asking: "What about you though, Y/N? Anything catch your eye? We'll go there first."

"Hm, I'm not sure yet. I'm kinda down for whatever." You shrug a bit, tugging at the ends of your sweater sleeves while Minho stands next to you.

"Garlic noodles it is!" Jisung says with a little dance, causing Seungmin to smack him upside the head as the group starts to make their way over to the food booth.

"Are you okay? Are you cold?" Minho looks down at you with concern.

"A bit. I probably shouldn't have left my jacket in the car, huh?" You giggle and he nods.

"Have to say Jisung was right for that one." He does a slight head tilt before he's removing his zip up and placing it over your shoulders. "Better?"

"Oh, Minho. You don't have to, you're in a t-shirt—" He shrugs.

"It's okay, Y/N. I can live." He chuckles a bit. "It's not too bad for me. I'd rather you be comfortable than not." You slip your arms into the sleeves.

"Thank you." He smiles.

"Yeah." He continues to remain by your side as the group falls in line at the first food vendor. Jisung is venting about his coworker to Seungmin and Chan, his eyes subtly falling on Minho's jacket that you're currently wearing.

"You shouldn't have left your jacket in the car, cielo." Jisung does a slight pout. "Do you need me to run back and—"

"No, it's fine! Minho's will do." You look up at Minho and he nods in agreement.

"It's fine? Why stress?" Minho furrows his brows at him, making Jisung shrug.

"Okay then. Don't come crying to me when you get cold." He points at Minho.

"Why on earth why I do that? I wouldn't, even if you were the last person here."

"Good, I don't wanna help you anyway." Jisung spits back, making you roll your eyes and shove him forward."

"Pachi, the line is moving." He inches forward with another shove from Chan.

"Why is everyone fucking pushing me today?!"

"Because we can literally lose our spot in line!" Chan says with a low groan. "I knew this was gonna be a headache." He continues to go on while him, Seungmin and Jisung stand in front of you and Minho. The line continues to move until your group is at the front, with Chan offering to pay for everyone to make it easier. 

Afterwards, the group decides to make their way around to get drinks and dessert— you opting for some sugarcane juice and bungeoppang that you'll share. You slide yourself onto the top of the picnic table, with Minho standing next to you; Jisung, Chan and Seungmin occupying the rest of the space on your opposite side. 

"This was really good." You set aside the noodles and sip on your juice. 

"See, what'd I tell you?" Jisung smiles. "So good. I think I'm gonna go around some more."

"For what?" Seungmin asks.

"I wanna try some other stuff." Jisung stands. "Anybody wanna come?"

"I'll go." Seungmin joins him.

"Pass." Chan adds. "I'm actually going to check out that booth really quickly." He points at one of the retail vendors, stretching as he stands and gets ready to head over.

"I'm good." You say with a small smile.

"Same." Minho says before sipping on his drink.

"Party poopers." Jisung says. "Cielo, text me if you want something else." You nod, watching as they turn and start to walk back towards the food booths, Chan already at the retail booth he was eyeing. 

"You sure you don't want anything else?" You shake your head and raise the bungeoppang up to Minho. 

"No, this will do me some good. Split this with me?" He nods, taking the bungeoppang as he sits next to you and makes an even split down the middle. You smile as he hands you your piece, gobbling it up quicker than expected. Minho smiles just as you finish up, wiping your hands on the napkin by the table. You miss some crumbs at the corner of your mouth, and he's suddenly having to force himself to not reach. Though, it feels like the worst internal battle and he knows he's going to lose this one the moment you look back up at him. "W-what?" You look at Minho staring at you, confused. He smiles and laughs a bit before he takes his thumb to the corner of your lip and wipes away at the lingering crumbs. You watch, blushing as he takes his thumb away and wipes it on his napkin. "Oh."

"All good."

"You sure?" You ask and he chuckles.

"I think so." He tilts his head to the side to quickly scan the other corner of your mouth. "Yeah, you're good."

"Thank you." You smile toothlessly at him and he wants to scream. God, you're so cute. Why was he such a fucking dumbass? "You're taking care of me a lot tonight."

"I'm happy to."

☁︎ END

You look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. Because Mrs. Pak is probably right— no, she is. You're just not sure what it means for you, or him. 

He is your bestfriend.

Why do you feel much more for him? 

Why do you feel connected at a much, much deeper level?

Too attached, almost.

"I hope you know that it's totally okay. But maybe, it's something you'll need to confront earlier than later. To keep your friendship with San?"

"You're right." You tell her with a small, pursed smile. "If it comes up tonight, I'll just.. be honest with him."

"It's the only way to do it, hun." You nod in agreement before shifting your attention to the couple that just walked in.

The rest of your shift goes by rather quickly, with you cleaning around the shop and helping make one last bouquet before San strolls in. He has a huge smile on his face, waving to you just as he makes his way closer.

"San, hey." You giggle as he makes it to the counter, eyeing the single roses off to the side.

"Hey! Sorry, am I bit early?" You shake your head as you wrap up the bouquet you were working on.

"No, I'm just finishing this up!" At this point, Mrs. Pak comes out from the back of the shop after rearranging the pre-ordered bouquets for tomorrow. 

"Hi." She smiles at him. "You must be San."

"And you must be Mrs. Pak." He reciprocates the smile and shakes her hand. "I've heard a lot about you! Good things."

"Oh, good. I'd hope so."

"Is it okay if I steal Y/N away for the remainder of the evening?"

"Of course." She winks at you as you undo your apron and hang it on the rack behind the counter. "Please keep her safe."

"Absolutely." He says. "It was really nice to meet you, Mrs. Pak. I hope to see you more often."

"Likewise." You bid your goodbye to Mrs. Pak, ensuring she'd be okay to close up before leaving. You throw your jacket on as you walk out of the shop, following San out onto the street— the sun heavily beaming down, giving its last burst of energy before it slowly sinks below the horizon. You quickly glance over at Sunday Morning, then shift your attention to San. "How was work today?" He asks as he leads you down to the main street.

"It was good! A bit busy, but nothing too bad." You continue to look up at him as he walks alongside of you. "What'd you do today, Sannie?"

"Hm, I worked out this morning, did some groceries and cleaned my apartment."

"Sounds like another good, productive day."

"It was. I like it when my days are good and productive." You laugh.

"So, where are we going first?"

"Well, I thought we should try out this place a few blocks down that is popular for their unagi." He smiles. "Hm, then there's Peace Piece nearby that has some good pies. I really like their drinks too."

"That sounds yummy."

"Yeah?" He laughs. "Good to know. Hopefully it'll be Y/N approved once we eat." You giggle and nod, reassuring him that you'll find any place he takes you to delicious. The walk is nice at this time of day, some streets busier than others, but it's nice. It's not long until you get to the restaurant, where San has already made a reservation to avoid the long wait. You're immediately seated in the far corner of the restaurant next to the windows, with San pulling out your chair first before settling himself in. They serve water and tea while the both of you skim through the menu, with San voicing out his recommendations and what he thinks would be good to order.

At this point, you're hungry and you agree to his plan. Everything on the menu looks amazing, and you trust San's taste.

You spend some time talking about your days and how things have been, and San has been unloading some of his work drama while you eat away. He talks about how he wants to travel again soon, but this time with JJ and their friends— whenever they all are ready and can align on schedules. Which, turns the conversation to his time away and how scary it was for him at first. San has always openly talked about being away and how different it was, but he's never really had a chance to touch up on his feelings about the entire thing. You're glad he's comfortable confiding in you, because you feel the same way. You feel like you could be honest with San, and you genuinely find a true friend in him.

As promised, he takes you to Peace Piece after since there's time to kill before the next plan. The both of you share a big, hefty slice of banana cream pie to top everything off. Afterwards, San takes you to the movies since this is the only weekend they're holding a special Studio Ghibli event. Surprisingly, you don't run into anyone you know being that the theater is located in a popular plaza.

At least to your knowledge.

Too bad Minho was around with some friends, and he does catch you with San— even though you're a good couple of feet away from him. He sees you holding onto San's arm, the two of you engaging in a lively conversation that has you laughing and smiling at him on your walk over to the movies.

And his heart breaks.

No wonder you hadn't been so responsive today. Maybe you really did like San, and Minho needed to accept it. Because he's been unfair to you before, and he'd hate to do that again. You deserved to be happy; whatever that happiness looked like to you.

He would never get in the way of that.

"Dude let's just go to the restaurant down the street, I'm hungry." Hyunjin says to one of their other friends, beginning to lead the way. "—Coming or what?" Minho barely catches onto his last question because he's too focused on watching you and San walk into the theater. It pulls him out of his thoughts enough to respond with a silent nod and a pursed smile.

Long fucking night ahead for him.

San bought two tickets for Spirited Away, selecting seats in the middle section of the theater. You plop onto the comfy, recliner chair, watching as San props his feet up and also gets comfortable. He leans over to ask if you want anything to snack on, but you tell him you'll pass as you're still feeling stuffed from dinner and dessert. Shortly after, the theater fills up and the movie is off to a start.

You're enjoying the movie so much that you miss the way San glances over at you from time to time, softly smiling at the way your eyes light up at every scene, how you're so focused and full of curiosity. Your hand rests on the middle console and San feels like such a silly little boy for even having the thought, but he acts on it anyway— resting his hand on the console right next to yours, hand slightly twitching, aching, to pull yours into his.

You don't really notice it though, at least not right now. The movie brings these small bits and feelings of nostalgia, and suddenly, you miss your friends.

Minho.

Not that San was bad company, but you kinda wish he was around.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you feel San's hand brush over yours. You look at him and he politely asks for permission through his eyes. You give him a tiny smile and he proceeds to lace his fingers with yours. His hand is warm, and it doesn't make you uncomfortable. It feels nice, but it also doesn't feel right.

In a way where you think your hand belongs in someone else's, how your fingers are meant to be laced with another's.

Warmth felt from another's hand.

San holds your hand for the rest of the movie, even as you walk out of the theater and out to the car. He opens your door like the true gentleman he is before hopping in his seat and driving off to another location. He mentions the small beach near your house and you nod, going along with his plans since he's been great the entire night. You like spending time with San, there's no question about it.

But, you know why he wants to take you to the beach.

You know why he has that look in his eyes, you know why he looks at you the way he does.

You have to be honest, it's the only way.

Arriving at the beach, there's only a few cars parked in the lot with people walking along the sand or sitting to watch the waves under the night sky. San puts the car in park, but he doesn't get out. The car is still on, just to have the soft music playing in the background.

Thank god, it can at least fill the void when you tell him the truth.

You are nervous.

"It's so pretty tonight. The sky is so clear."

"I know, isn't it?" You lean forward to get a better view of the moon, and the way its light hits the surface of the water. "I don't remember if I used to come here often, but I hope I did. It's perfect."

"I'm sure. There's no way you'd let the opportunity pass." You both chuckle. "I.. actually wanted to talk to you about something. I figured this would be the perfect setting for it, especially before ending the night." He settles into the driver's seat before looking at you. "I honestly don't even think it's a secret anymore, but it doesn't even matter." He says with another nervous chuckle. "I wanted you to know that my feelings for you have grown." He looks at you, genuinely and truly looks at you. And it breaks your heart that you don't feel the same, that you can't be this person for San even though part of you kinda wishes you could be. "I can understand if you're not ready or anything, I don't want to rush you. But, in the amount of time we've gotten to get to know each other and hang out, I've come to care for you. A lot. We get along really well, and it's been awhile since I've felt this way with someone. Since I've felt so comfortable. And, this might sound like a stupid line but I really think you're perfect. I mean that. "

"San." You say in a gentle tone as you grab his hand and caress the top with your thumb. "You're seriously the sweetest. It's really flattering to hear that, and I'm really glad I can make you feel comfortable and everything. I really am happy that you were able to open up to me." You let out a small, shaky breath before subtly biting your lip and fiddling with your fingers. You gain more courage to look at him again, eyes wide and full of worry. But, the longer you take to respond fully, the more he begins to understand, the more he knows where this is going—

And he should've prepared for it. He should've expected it. But, it still stings a bit.

You will always be his.

You will always be Minho's.

"I—" You start but San shakes his head. "I just don't want to ruin what we built. You know? As friends. I really am grateful we've gotten close."

"You don't have to explain, Y/N." He gives off a small laugh.

"No, but, I'm just afraid. I'm.. not sure I can be the person you need me to be, San. You're amazing, you're good at everything, you're incredibly sweet—" You sigh. "I'm re-learning how to exist and I don't even know where things will take me." Truthfully, you didn't think he would be able to understand you, understand this— all of you. And you didn't want to be that pressure for him, that time-consuming, that much of a responsibility.

Because you know you will be.

"I understand." He says with a soft smile. "But, you are doing great, Y/N. Don't ever discredit yourself. You've gone through a lot and you haven't given up. Plus, look at you. You're getting back into the things that you love."

"I'm sorry, Sannie. I really am." You say, close to a whisper. "I wish I could be that person for you, but I'm still trying to figure myself out. You deserve someone who can give you their all and be present with you throughout everything and anything. I'm so sorry." You repeat.

"Don't be." He lifts your chin with his finger and gives off a tiny chuckle. "Don't be, okay?" He repeats. "I promise you everything is fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." You give him a reassuring, toothless smile. "But, Y/N?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"You should tell him." You furrow your brows at him with a slight head tilt. 

"But—"

"I can just tell." He chuckles a bit before starting the car. "I'm sure he wants to talk to you about it, too."

☁︎ FLASHBACK | THE OTHER EVENING

"Hi." You race to your phone in the kitchen after showering and getting ready for bed, noticing it's Minho on the other end.

"Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to bother." You chuckle.

"I'm just at home, Minho. You're not a bother at all. Are you okay?" He sighs and nods, even though you can't see him.

"Yeah, kinda. I'm just really tired. I wanted to drop by and hang out with you for a bit, but I can barely keep my eyes open." You look at the clock and notice how it's barely 10pm. Minho must be exhausted lately.

"It's okay. You can always swing by on other days." You plop onto your bed after shutting off your lights, though you opt to keep your christmas lights on even as you settle under the sheets.

"Yeah." You can hear him yawn a bit before shuffling in his bed. "How was your day?"

"It was alright. I just went to the pottery studio before my shift at the shop."

"Cute. What did you make today?"

"I attempted to make a Kirby planter for my succulents." You chuckle. "Keyword is attempted. I hope it turns out okay because I need to re-pot my succulents soon."

"I'm sure it'll turn out great." He smiles a bit. 

"Did you have a busy day?"

"Very."

"Why don't you sleep?" You softly ask him as you lay on your side, exhaustion slowly hitting you as well.

"Mm, I wanted to hear your voice." He responds. "I didn't get to see you so I— I thought I could at least call you and talk to you." You giggle.

"But, you're tired. Are you sure that's it?" Minho thinks about your question because no, that's not it. Not at all. He wants to tell you how much he misses you, and how much he's been thinking about you. How he wishes he can hold you and kiss your cheek, your hand. How he always gets butterflies when he sees you because he likes you— 

No, loves you.

Because he does love you.

He fucked up.

He loves you.

"Minho?" You call out for him. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"I thought you fell asleep."

"No. I was thinking about something."

"Like what?"

"Stuff." You chuckle.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I hope you know you can always talk to me about anything."

"I know. I just.. nevermind." He sighs and shuts his eyes. "I need to sort out my thoughts first, that's all."

"Hm." You hum. "Okay." It's obvious Minho is holding back from whatever he needs to say, but you will never force him until he's ready to. 

"You might hate me for it." He suddenly says, close to a whisper.

"Why would I ever do that? There's nothing wrong with sorting through your feelings." You say in a way that's so innocent and so.. caring, that his heart does flips in his chest. It aches. "I couldn't hate you even if I tried." It's this statement that makes Minho's heart officially crumble into pieces because even though it's reassuring to hear—

He knows there is a possibility you will.

"I don't know." He chuckles a bit. "I'm just tired I guess, I'm kinda going off the rails now."

"Go to sleep soon. I'll sleep too."

"Okay." He pauses. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" He pauses again. You patiently wait on the other end even as your eyes shut.

"I—" He lets out a breath. "I hope you rest well." He deflects.

"I hope you do, too. Will I see you this week?"

"You will."

"Try not to think about it too much now, okay? I don't want you to go to bed upset." You sleepily say.

"Hm." Minho hums. "I'll try to."

☁︎ END

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[invaderoli]

I'm so fucking autistic

Here's a minor hc/ theory I dunno

In enter the florpus, Zim has a little day dream or something where his PAK is removed and he's stuck in a sort of paralyzed state in the middle of an arena, that's the best word I can find.

The tallests say he failed and now he will be hanging there for the rest of his life... Which was short, as he screams and a monster consumes him.

First of all, when I first saw this I used the word "coma" to describe what happens to invaders when they lose their pak. Although, this must be wrong as he is able to scream. So when an irken loses their pak, they are paralyzed from the neck down. The scream also excludes the "pak-is-their-brains" thing.

One thing that causes paralyzation is spinal cord injuries. My theory is that paks are connected to their spine and the major support for their spine in some way.

This is supported because baby Zim has no clothes and yet has a pak? This is because he *needs* it, or else he'll. HAVE NO FUCKING SPINE

[emeraldspiral]

We all know and love Zib here, but I feel like we’re sleeping on other possible Irken fusions. Like, what if Gaz got Tak or Zim’s PAKs stuck to her? One comic had Zim and Gaz switch bodies and supposedly inherit each other’s traits, but it was so egregiously OOC it didn’t feel like a legit exploration of what Gaz would actually be like with Zim’s personality bleeding into hers.

With Zib, we had Dib’s drive to prove himself and protect the earth pushed to the extreme by Zim’s recklessness and narcissism, leading him to destroy his entire universe and attempt to destroy even more in the name of “protecting” people. But Gaz is kinda defined by her apathy and lack of drive to do anything but play games, eat pizza, and spend time with her dad. The only time she really becomes passionate is when she feels slighted and wants revenge, and that may be the only thing she has in common with Tak or Zim. So maybe a fusion with one of them wouldn’t motivate her to conquer/destroy the earth, but it could maybe amplify her anger and lose the inhibitions that hold her back from more extreme revenges. Where her character is pitched as someone who would ultimately relent before going too far, a Gaz with an Irken’s lack of conscience or respect for life would probably try to straight up murder Dib and anyone else who crossed her. She might not go full genocidal maniac like Zib for reasons of ambition, but she might if maybe her anger with the rest of the universe was so great she just wanted to destroy everything so no one could bother her anymore and she could play her games in peace.

[burins]

i was doing comics livetweets on twitter but that seems... dangerous given the longevity of that site so i'm going to bring them over here so that in six months when i go "what comic was that in" i can find it. i'm breaking my "no new 52" rule to read greg pak's action comics run bc i've heard it's good! i already read the first tpb but it was on my desk shift so i emailed panels to myself. Country Kids Make Do!

AC (2011) #25: clark is so so charming in this run! he also breaks martha's finger AS A BABY which is a bold move on a writing level. if i found a baby in a cornfield and it broke my finger i might consider leaving that baby at the nearest hospital even if it was as adorable and round-cheeked as clark is here. ma kent is obviously made of sterner stuff than I.

CUTE!

now that we've gotten the backstory out of the way it's time for clark to fight the wind. literally. he tries to reverse a hurricane.

frankly i also find this charming! this is such a young thing to do. i also thought i was god's answer to every problem when i was 20. fortunately i did not have superhuman powers so i never accidentally tossed a whale in the air.

the art in these next few issues is Pretty Rough in the face department. aaron kuder does some rly lovely backgrounds and landscapes and action scenes and then you get a close up and we have some real adult animation ass mouths. it's still not as bad as this though!

AC 26: after clark fights the wind we have a charming moment where we learn that jimmy thinks clark plays a lot of sudoku bc he's always on his phone looking at Metropolis Nextdoor and trying to find crimes. clark have you ever considered going on normal gossip?

jokes aside these panels make me pretty emo about the intrinsic horror of being clark kent. you can hear every bad thing that happens, all of the time, and you also have the power and the will to stop it, or at least to try to. and that's your whole life forever!! woof!!!!

smash cut to the rainforest, where lana lang, electrical engineer, is busy excavating deep under the earth for geothermal energy. now i myself am not an electrical engineer but i don't think this is usually how that works. it's also been years since i took envi or geos classes but i do think that if you disturb forest soils in one of the most delicate and biodiverse areas on earth. this might be a problem. it's fine though bc lana lang is a hashtag girlboss and grabs a gun the first chance she gets.

clark shows up to fight the monster that of course appears, and immediately gets shook like a chew toy. delightful. he makes friends with the monster (also delightful!) and immediately gets stabbed by a ghost soldier (literally that is this character's name.)

AC 27: next issue we learn that clark has adopted the monster, who is actually a child. very very cute. in an alternate universe i think this kid becomes his robin and he and bruce meet up earlier to exchange parenting tips for underqualified 20somethings who accidentally ended up with very rambunctious wards.

clark's exasperation about lana's total inability to use his superhero name is deeply relatable. also clark what else did you pretend to throw into the sun and not actually throw into the sun

AC 28: we go underground and learn about an ancient secret society. i'm skimming this plot. lana is very excited about sustainable energy.

i had to look at this face so you do too!

i REALLY do not know how i feel about leonard sawyer, mahican nation, ghost soldier for (I think?) the US government! especially bc in about ten pages he is gonna literally stab clark in the back. hm!!!!

AC 29:

that's my special guy--

we get some more fighting... clark loses his newly adopted son who is actually a secret prince of underground. hey do we ever hear about the underground civilization again? here i was setting my fic in space so i could write aliens, like a chump. i guess i will find out when i read the next volume!

overall i'm enjoying this run, it's making me feel the clark kent emotion TM. god i do hope we get a new artist soon. sorry mr kuder but i need you to learn how mouths work (eta i looked this up and it's kuder most of the way through this run. sigh. i will simply zoom out a little on hoopla.)

[vsjhrtpinz]

Nensai omegaverse

pt 1

I was questioning my relationship with Nendou after a weird conversation with Hairo and Kaidou. What exactly did he think we were? And do I feel the same? No of course not. But did I leave him to believe I did. Maybe I've been relaying on Nendou to much. Letting him see a more valuable and weaker side of me. They asked him what all those stupid nicknames mean. Specifically the partner one.

Which he replied 'You know my partner, my mate you know.' This means something completely different than pal's with our instincts status. Me an omega and him a alpha. I hate to admit I couldn't speak my cheeks red. Happy when the bell rang running from the questions. That wasn't like me but how else was I supposed to react. I was completely shocked only he could say something so shocking I turn red. Kaidou an omega too turn red too. Hairo trying to get the exact definition of mate he meant. But Nendou didn't listen calling to me. Asking where I'm going.

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Kaidou,

I didn't know Saiki was that kinda omega. Not that I'm judging or anything I'm just shocked. I mean he's in a relationship, I think. He said my mate so they have to be right. Unless Nendou's just using poor Saiki. Oh no what if my poor friends being used by that stupid pervert.

Saiki,

Ugh this idiot really thinks I'd be that easy. What do they take me for? What does Nendou take me for calling me his mate?

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The next day me and Kaidou tried to forget the incident. The thing was we both couldn't help but blush over ever small or slightly sweet gesture Nendou did for me. Both over thinking and question if he was courting me. Or did this bastard believe I was already his without not one single proposal.

Kuboyasu,

I hate to admit it but my time at Pak Academy has really brought me closer to Kaidou. He was always there to set me straight or stand by me. When I was at my most lonely it was like he was too coming to my apartment at all times. Being an omega I told him not to do it again. Instead give me a call but now we just walk the city bored. But content with each other's company. I didn't let myself admit my feelings for the cute geeky omega. Honestly denying it. It wasn't till I saw him blushing over Saiki of all guys Saiki. Another omega?! I'm losing my first love to another omega.

Kaidou,

I felt like a complete third wheel with the two now. Nendou just making everything worse when he touches poor Saiki and he blushes. I blushed trying not to think about the disgusting things these two do on they're free time. For Saiki to blush like that.

Saiki,

Well I can't stop getting red if you keep making smutty fanfics of us in your head. Do I really give off the vibe of an omega who let an alpha use me just because I love him. I never thought I'd be in this situation and I have to shut it down.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 99.11

Squee vs Zinather

There will be a short hiatus as I am going on holidays and won’t be able to post or work on the chapter, so it won’t be for two weeks. See you then! *Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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The Greatest in the Galaxy Part 11

The Tallest watch bewildered from their sky box as Squee enters the arena.

“What happened?” Purple demands, “the wheel was supposed to select that Irken cyborg, Tak, not Squee!”

“It was like...some invisible force pushed the wheel to his name,” Red muses.

Squee joins his opponents in the middle of the stadium- Zinather, Nimbel, Bo-olts, and Peccs- but his focus is only on Zinather. And Zinather glares back.

“Let the battle begin!”

Squee’s fingers twitch but before he can make a move, something rushes towards him from the right. He instinctively leaps back to dodge Nimbel’s tackle.

“Wha-!” he gasps as she stands between him and Zinather. The Irken also stares at her with shock.

“What are you-?” Squee tries to ask but Nimbel charges him again and he’s forced to backpedal.

“Wait, stop!” he exclaims, “I don’t wanna fight you; I don’t care about this game anymore. I just want the Irken.”

“I know!” she barks, “and you’re gonna end up like your other two friends!”

“Huh?” Squee questions, taken aback just long enough for her to shove him against the wall.

“Don’t you get it yet?” Nimbel hisses quietly so nobody else can hear. “Irkens don’t lose. And nothing good happens to anyone who tries to change that.”

Squee blinks with surprise at the blatant concern on her face. Then he nods. “Okay, I understand. I appreciate your concern, but...”

He trails off as the ground beneath Nimbel’s feet suddenly shifts, picking her up and morphing around her, creating a small dome just big enough for her with a slit for her to look out of.

“What! What is this?” she gasps.

“Just stay in there,” Squee orders as he dusts himself off. “You’ll be safe.”

“Wait!” Nimbel demands but he ignores her as he goes back to the middle of the arena, where Zinather is. He briefly glances towards Bo-olts and Peccs, but they clearly have no interest in taking part in this battle, and stay against the wall of the stadium.

“Now how did you do that?” Zinather asks, staring at Nimbel’s prison.

“That was nothing,” Squee replies, “I told myself I wouldn’t go all out here because I didn’t wanna kill anyone. We’re not enemies; it’s just a game, after all. But you- you’re different.”

“You think you can kill me?” Zinather scoffs, “I have lived through dozens of intergalactic wars. You are one tiny alien.”

“Still taller than you,” Squee grunts.

Zinather snarls angrily, clearly irked by that remark. “You are not worthy of a fight. I’ll end this quickly.”

Four metallic tendrils extend from his PAK, each with a different weapon- a mass of small tendrils, a laser, a spinning saw blade, and a spiked clamp. They immediately lunge at Squee, who doesn’t even blink.

Before the attack can hit Squee, the tendrils suddenly freeze, as if grabbed by a giant hand. Zinather doesn’t even have time to react with surprise before the tendrils are ripped in half. The severed pieces fall limply onto the ground.

“How did you...?” Zinather gasps then snarls. Out of his PAK, a large plasma cannon unfolds and takes aim. “I’ll reduce you to dust!” he barks as he fires a giant, pink ball of energy. But when it gets about halfway between them, it suddenly turns to dust.

“What...” Zinather breathes completely stunned. “What...are you...?”

“I’m a writer,” Squee states, “and reality is mine to control.”

The ground surrounding him suddenly breaks apart into small stones then float around him. Then they transform into knives and fly at Zinather. He flinches as his spider legs extend from his PAK and create a force field just in time to block them and they clatter onto the ground.

Zinather’s spider legs each fire multiple lasers at Squee, but when they get close, they suddenly stop and fly back at him. Zinather quickly makes a force field to block them.

Squee scoffs with annoyance and pushes on a pair of black, wraparound sunglasses. His rocket wheelies activate and he zooms across the stadium.

Zinather flinches at the sudden charge and his spider legs stab in Squee’s general direction. Squee skids to stop just in front of their tips, and the appendages suddenly melt into water that drips onto the ground.

Now just a few feet from Zinather, he glares down at the Irken, narrowing his eyes. Zinather glares back until he feels a sudden burning sensation.

Zinather tries to leap backwards, but his feet are stuck to the ground. The burning sensation is getting worst, as if he’s roasting in magma. He can feel his flesh searing beneath Squee’s glare.

Zinather shouts angrily as a mass of metallic tendrils extend from his PAK and slam towards the ground all around him. Squee is forced to dodge and his concentration breaks, freeing Zinather’s feet and stopping the burning.

Squee jumps back a few feet to escape the tendrils and glares towards Zinather, who is now encased in a metallic dome. Squee scoffs and gets ready to charge when Zinather suddenly bursts out of the top of the dome and flies in the sky on a pair of rockets. His face is covered in black burns, marring his green skin, but he smirks as he glares down at Squee. “I’ve got you all figured out.”

“‘Reality is mine to control’, huh,” Zinather snorts, “but only within a certain radius. Any attack I send at you gets manipulated, but as long as I keep my distance, your powers can’t affect me. Am I right?”

Squee scowls, unable to argue. The fallen knives he used before are picked back up and fly at Zinather, but he immediately knocks them back with a force field.

“Pitiful,” he scoffs, “what kind of godlike powers have limits?”

“Well, you can’t touch me either,” Squee retorts, “cause any attack of yours I’ll just destroy.”

“Really?” Zinather questions, “even ones you can’t see?”

A small, cannon-like device extends out of his PAK and aims at Squee. He glares at it, unimpressed, until it starts releasing a loud, booming sound. Everyone in the audience immediately cover theirs ears, or other listening appendages. Squee drops to his knees, holding his ears, as the noise beats relentlessly against his eardrums. He cries out in pain as blood starts dripping from beneath his hands.

“This will be over quickly, like I said,” Zinather shouts over the din. “You should’ve listened to the Swif. Soon, you’ll end up defeated like your other two friends.”

Squee snarls angrily and stands back up. He ignores the pain in his ears and lowers his hands to grab his knives. He swings them in Zinather’s general direction and a purple wave of energy slices through the sound waves, dissipating the noise. Zinather lifts his arms to block the energy as it approaches, and it destroys his cannon. When he lowers his arms, he sees Squee flying up to him, purple energy blasting out of the bottoms of his feet like rocket fire.

Zinather quickly flies backwards, trying to keep his distance. Squee deftly follows his every movement as they swirl up higher and higher into the sky.

“Don’t bother running!” Squee barks, “I’ve got you all figured out too! This whole thing is rigged for Irk to win! The fact that Dib and Pepito went twice in a row, and that you fought them both- that wasn’t just bad luck! You were trying to make it so we’d lose a player and we’d get disqualified- because we were winning!”

Zinather hesitates for a second. They’re too high in the sky now for the audience to hear them and they’re moving so fast the cam-bots can’t keep up. They’re practically all alone.

“Yes,” he replies, “you are correct. This whole competition was made only to showcase Irk’s strength against all other species. To show the galaxy that we are the best. We’ve won every competition for the last seven sweeps, and if there was a chance we wouldn’t win, we made it so we would by tearing through the opposing team just as we were doing with yours.”

“And for the last seven sweeps,” he continues, “I have been the undefeated battle champion! When I go in the ring, I never lose, and that’s not about to end! I am Zinather, Captain of the Royal Guard, and the strongest Irken!”

Two big plasma cannons extend out of Zinather’s PAK and fire at Squee from both sides. Squee stops flying as the energy balls get close and turn to dust. But as soon as they dissipate, Zinather is right in front of him. Squee instinctively swings his knives as Zinather’s spider legs lunge at him.

Down in the stadium, everyone is struggling to see the fight in the sky, but all they can make out are two black dots.

“What’s happening? Can you tell?” Gaz asks.

“They’re so high they’re almost out of the atmosphere,” Kio replies, “they’re even out of range of my goggles.”

“Not even the cam-bots can catch them,” Zim remarks.

“Wait! Look, something’s coming!” Dib exclaims as they see something falling.

The cam-bots finally catch up and everyone watches on the big screen as they zoom in on Squee’s falling form.

“Squee!” the team exclaim.

He appears unconscious as he plummets to the ground. His friends shout his name as loud as they can, telling him to wake up. Zim, Tak, and Pepito get ready to fly as he gets close, when his eyes suddenly shoot open.

Squee’s descent slows to a stop as he flips upright and lands safely on his feet. Then he collapses to his knees, clutching his midriff. There are two large slashes across his chest and stomach, bleeding profusely through what remains of his shirt.

“He’s hurt bad,” Shmoopy whimpers.

“What about Zinather?” Pepito asks.

As if to answer that question, Zinather flies down to the stadium and hovers just over it. Other than his burns, it doesn’t look like he’s acquired any other injuries.

His spider legs lunge at Squee. He glares at them as they get close and creates a purple force field to block them.

“Seems your powers also require stamina,” Zinather muses, “and when you run low on energy, you can’t use them as well. Just give up. You’re barely running on fumes now.”

“No,” Squee grunts as he stands up, struggling to stay upright. “I’m ending your streak.”

“How? You can barely stand? You can’t win,” Zinather scoffs.

“I don’t care about winning. You hurt my best friend and my boyfriend. I’m taking you down.”

Zinather scoffs and tries to retract his spider legs, but the force field suddenly shifts into a pair of hands that hold the appendages.

Zinather snarls and glares at Squee, who glares back.

Suddenly, the hands yank on Zinather’s spider legs, pulling him close. He tries to fight it, but its stronger than his rockets. Realizing it’s futile to try and escape, he retracts his jetpack and extends two metallic tendrils that lash at Squee. He isn’t able to catch them, and the appendages wrap around his torso.

The pair glare at each other, held tight by each other’s powers.

“Irk doesn’t lose!” Zinather barks.

“We’ll see about that,” Squee growls.

Something starts building in between them, like a puff of black smoke that slowly gets bigger and bigger, and more red in the middle, like fire.

Zinather quickly realizes what it is and tries to escape. He retracts his tendrils, but Squee holds tight to his spider legs, not letting him move even an inch.

The explosion goes off and they both go flying. They skid across the ground on opposite ends of the stadium, covered in burns and blood, and completely unconscious.

“Squee!” his friends cry.

The dome holding Nimbel melts back into dirt and she rushes out farther into the stadium, stopping a few feet from Squee. She looks around in shock and sees Bo-olts and Peccs were knocked unconscious by the force of the explosion. She’s the only standing, because Squee’s prison protected her.

“Unbelievable, folks! What a fight! I have never seen such an incredible battle in all my time as an AI announcer! And the only one left standing is Nimbel, making her winner by default and earning Swif’el five points, putting them firmly in third place!”

“B-but...” Nimbel croaks, too stunned to speak.

“Move it!” Zim barks as he rushes by her, quickly followed by the rest of his team. They all hurry to Squee’s side.

“Squee, hey,” Pepito says worriedly, gently wiping blood from Squee’s face. “Come on, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Step back, Pepito,” Kio orders sternly and uses a stretcher to lift Squee up.

“Most of the injuries are external, but a few of his ribs are cracked and his eardrums are damaged,” Shmoopy explains as she runs a scanner over his body. “I have to get him properly cleaned up before I can treat the wounds.”

“Let’s get him to the house, quickly,” Zim orders.

The team huddles around the hovering stretcher and rush it through the arena. As they hurry, Zim sees two Irken medics getting Zinather on a stretcher. The Tallest aren’t there this time, like they were the last two times, but Rory is. He watches over Zinather’s body as he’s moved and glances at Zim. They both nod respectfully.

[thevindicativevordan]

Comics this week?

Danger Street #1 - Enjoyable! Not sure if King can handle all these characters, he's not a writer who is the best at giving everyone their own voice, but I liked the first issue. Haven't seen anyone offer a guess who the villain that traumatized Lady Cop is, must be a deep cut.

Dark Crisis: Big Bang #1 - An entire issue devoted to Waid indulging his Silver Age fanboy, but in a manner I don't enjoy compared to World's Finest. What the hell is the point of bringing back all these obscure worlds from Pre-Crisis that no one except Waid and a few other boomers know or care about? Why do we need two official vampire worlds? Or the Justice Lords and Injustice? Or the Crime Syndicate and apparently a Pre-Crisis Earth where the names stayed the same but the moralities flipped? Yippee I guess, must make sure that every evil Superman has their own official Earth. Morrison wanted to make sure that the Multiverse was more than just "hey here's Superman and Batman but this time they're Egyptian", they wanted the Multiverse to support different characters as being equal to the usual A-Listers. This new Multiverse is regressing back to the old status quo of there being a million Earths and Superman and Batman are the stars on every one. Weird that they left off the Arkhamverse, Tomorrowverse, and YJverse but included Injustice and DCSG. No films or TV Earths besides the Reeve/Keaton one, and even that is just meant to stand in for the Superman '78/Batman '89 comics. If this aimed to get me excited about the Multiverse it failed, I just want the damn thing to go away for a while and let DC focus on Earth 0 for a bit.

WildC.A.T.S. #2 - Breezy read but fun. Didn't expect Mr. Majestic to make his return so soon. Lot of Superman analogues, and actual Supermen, running around the DCU, somebody should do something with all of them.

Superman: Son of Kal-El #18 - Well this issue encapsulated this entire run in a nutshell: some interesting ideas that are failed by terrible execution resulting in a bland book. At least I can finally hop off Taylor's ride, won't be letting sunk cost tricking me into reading the next miniseries. A recent interview by Taylor made it sound like AoS will indeed be the finale for his time with the character, he was talking about how other people will be writing Jon after him and how Jon will be a big player in what's coming up. Until Taylor finishes writing Jon I've got zero interest in Jon anymore. Let his era be over soon please, this issue was clearly not meant to be the end of the series which tells me this was a sudden change, likely caused by editorial losing faith in Taylor as Jon's caretaker.

I Am Batman #16 - Huh. Didn't see that coming but I am intrigued where it goes. Ridley also gave an interview recently where he talked about other people writing Jace after him. Maybe Jace will be getting his own follow up mini just like Jon is, but by someone else.

Batman Incorporated #3 - Ghost-Maker is a total asshole and I'm not sure how long I'll keep reading if he remains the star. Dude needs to get humbled fast.

Invincible Iron Man #1 - Fine. About the same level of quality as Duggan's X-Men for what that's worth. Should have gotten Hickman on this, it's insane that Iron Man was the breakout star of the MCU and Marvel cannot seem to get him that modern day epic run he desperately needs.

Planet Hulk: Worldbreaker #2 - Pak is sleepwalking through this it feels like. Either that or it's decompressed for the trade, because not much is actually happening issue to issue. Jen's fate reminds me of the 40k God-Emperor.

[adhdbisexualramblings]

A little Shattered, What Does It Matter?/Idiotically Unhinged

I made an AU in the span of an hour and a half about Invader Zim that I might write a story about, so here’s the very long summary for it from start to finish.

Trigger warnings for hallucinations, violence, insanity, and a general loss of one’s grip on reality. Please inform me if more warnings are needed.

Something in GIR’s wiring is broken and, from the very beginning, he is convinced that Zim is his older brother. At first, Zim plays along, because it’s easier to get him to listen and go along with his plans. But, the longer they spend on Earth, the deeper bond they have, until eventually Zim starts referring to GIR as his little brother.

They keep this up for few years at best, until one of Zim’s plans ruins everything. Dib is still actively trying to expose Zim, which also means stopping his plans. I’m not sure what he does, but one of his moves hits GIR. And it hits him so badly that he is beyond the point of repair.

Zim is understandably devastated. GIR is limp and no longer functioning. Zim brings the empty husk home and sets him up on the couch with a blanket and a taco (because GIR loved tacos, and he wants to respect that in a way) and refuses to leave his house. This is where he starts descending into madness. He sometimes talks to the robot as if it were still there, and the taco has long reached the point of moldy. The Computer and Minimoose try to convince him to leave and do ANYTHING else, but Zim refuses, too distraught.

Eventually, after what is likely months of moping, something just clicks, and Zim is forced to face the fact that GIR is gone. Knowing no other way to deal with sadness, he leaves the house and feverishly searches for Dib. Dib, at this point, hasn’t seen Zim for so long that he doesn’t see him as much of a threat. Long story short, Zim finds him and drags him back to his house before stabbing him with a PAK leg over and over until he’s hardly recognizable. Dib killed his brother, and Zim is far from happy.

He keeps Dib’s broken glasses as a twisted sort of trophy and isolates again, spending his nights in a frenzy, ripping GIR apart regretfully to figure out how he works.

Then he builds a second GIR, to replace what he lost. This one is even wonkier looking than the first. This GIR is yellow, apart from the out of place teal arm and busted leg from the old GIR, and the antenna on his head is bent at multiple awkward angles from one of Zim’s fuck-ups while building him.

He has GIR’s arm, leg, and personality chip, but even the chip doesn’t revert this robot to the original. As much as he has GIR’s excitability and capability of calling Zim his big brother, he’s still his own robot. Zim has an issue understanding this. He is ecstatic when “GIR 2.0” wakes and jumps onto him, but that excitement quickly turns into anger as this robot misses a few key traits of GIR 1.0’s personality.

Over time, Zim gets more and more desperate to feel like his robot isn’t truly dead. GIR 2.0 is a lot calmer. He watches the history channel instead of Floopsy Bloops Schmoopsy and, when he makes waffles, they’re relatively normal. This frustrates Zim and leads to him getting distant and working on machine after machine in his lab to avoid GIR daily. This goes on for weeks, and he hasn’t left the base since he’d killed Dib, which had been a year ago. Minimoose and the Computer are watching this as it plays out, and have no clue what to do. They worry they’re losing their master. They both know Zim is upset, and thst he needs to at least get some fresh air. Not to mention, he’s making himself physically sick and weak without any sort of self-care. After much gentle persuasion and coaxing, the A.I and miniature moose get Zim to agree to the idea of going out and help him upstairs.

GIR 2.0 hasn’t been too worried about Zim. In fact, he’s been upstairs, going in and out of the house and making waffles and other treats. He’s left the house a mess, that resembles something 1.0 would do. Disillusioned by isolation and knowing this is something the old GIR would do, Zim thinks that maybe 2.0 could be closer to his original robot than he initially thought.

Zim had shoved all of his GIR’s old parts, no matter how broken they were (just like his robot) into a spare closet, along with his green dog disguise, since he was unable to get rid of them. Following with the Computer’s request to go outside, Zim tries to look through the closet GIR’s disguise so they can leave together.

However, he can’t find it. He calls 2.0, looking around the house, asking him if he saw a green dog costume. GIR 2.0 says that he did and, because it was dirty and smelled bad, unlike anything else in the house, he thought Zim didn’t want it, and threw it away.

This is Zim’s last straw. All hope if this being GIR is thrown out the window. In a fit of anger and true, utter despair, he thinks of every imperfect perfection this robot has, and it hits him that this isn’t GIR and never will be. Needing something to destroy, killing two birds with one stone, he uses a PAK leg to brutally rip into GIR’s metal and tear his limbs from his body. This takes several minutes.

Zim finishes breaking him, breathing heavily and eyes shining with mania. He looks down at the destroyed parts and registers what he’s done. He feels sick and so, so, wrong. He sobs and falls to his knees in front of the remains and carefully scoops up whatever is left of the little robot, hugging it with care. He wails over and over that he didn’t mean it, and that maybe if he had just acted like GIR this wouldn’t have happened, and that he was sorry. The Computer and Minimoose watch. Zim shoves the broken parts in the same closet that held the old GIR.

An indiscernible amount of time later, The Tallest receive a call and pick it up. It’s Zim, his uniform crinkled and his antennae slightly bent. His eyes are wide and the bags under them run deep. He greets his leaders enthusiastically, and the Tallest note, with slight discomfort, the too-wide, and too eager grin on his face. They talk first, hesitantly, and ask how his mission is going, trying to gauge how he is.

Zim giggles something strained and prattles on and on about how he’d vanquished Dib by tearing him limb from limb, and his parts are scattered and buried on the front yard, and it was so bloody, did you know human blood tastes like copper and is extremely hot, my Tallest? Did you know it burned my skin when I touched it? Zim shows them some burns, pus-filled and an angry and splotchy mess of blistering green, over his hands, arms and neck, but doesn’t explicitly say they’re from the blood. He seems unbothered by the pain. The Tallest physically recoil. They ask a few more tentative questions, sounding a little afraid, and Zim answers all of them fervently. All his answers have a high lilt with a warbled undercurrent. He’s absolutely not in his right mind to be holding a conversation. The Tallest recognize this and vaguely wonder what the hell happened.

They ask about Zim’s SIR unit, and they swear his eyes twitch and his breath hitches, but it’s gone the next moment. Zim is still grinning wide enough for it to hurt, after all; he can’t logically have such a pained reaction.

Zim calls both his robots - GIR and Minimoose - but only one of them actually comes. Zim pays that no mind, introducing the mechanical moose with clear affection. Minimoose, however, looks a little scared, or at least apprehensive. Zim asks where GIR is, and Minimoose says he’s coming soon. Even then, he sounds off, picking each word carefully. They wait a few seconds before Zim turns excitedly. He greets an empty patch of air as his second robot and, ignoring everyone else in the room, chats to “GIR” about something nonsensical.

The Tallest share a look, and one quietly mentions Zim’s talking to nothing. Zim turns with unfocused eyes and laughs forcefully, saying that’s stupid, because GIR is right there in front of them. He turns back to Minimoose and mentions that GIR just asked the moose a question, and that it would be rude not to answer. Minimoose’s eyes flick to GIR’s presumed spot as he says he didn't quite hear the SIR unit, and could he repeat that? Zim giggles, doing nothing more than making a joke about needing to update the moose’s hearing. Minimoose finds no humor in this. Zim “repeats” his SIR unit’s question, and Minimoose gives a hesitant answer. The Tallest watch this interaction with growing unease. They finally decide to praise their worst invader once more for his “job well done” on his mission and hang up. Zim doesn’t seem to hear them, and hardly acknowledges the screen going dark. The two glance at each other and decide never to call again.

Zim can’t think clearly enough to leave the confines of his base, or register that what he’s experiencing isn’t normal. He’s prone to sudden bursts of anger and violence, towards himself especially. He’s hallucinating his robot, and it feels too comfortable to let go of. It feels too comfortable to risk leaving his house again. So, he stays in isolation, completely gone.

[thepakdefect]

“We could try finding ourselves. There’s nothing left for us to lose.”

“Zim still has something.”

“Your pak doesn’t count.”

“There are other things.”

“Liar.”

“Silence, Dib-filth.”

[random-iz-stuff]

Don't know if u ever talked bout this, but any headcannons of what are control brains?

(I personally think they are an advance parasitic species who had to do with irken paks and thirst for conquest)

Basically the opposite of that. I headcanon Control Brains as being incredibly important parts of the Irken government, but they’re below the Tallest in most situations. I also headcanon that they’re supercomputers that were invented by Irkens.

In the Irken Judicial System, Control Brains hold most, if not all the power, serving as judges, juries and executioners in one singular package that, unlike a living judge, can’t be biased or swayed to one side by things like bribes or sympathy. The Control Brain’s ability to go through Irken memory banks and delete data off PAKs also makes them excel at this role.

Control Brains also make good judges because they’re guaranteed to give criminals whatever punishment is best fitting and most efficient for the Empire. Zim doesn’t get the death penalty after OID1 because the Control Brains know about his scientific records (including the fact that he built the Massive’s Bridge Cannon) and figured that putting Zim in permanent storage on Foodcourtia, in a position where he can’t cause any damage but is still there if they need him for any particularly large projects, was a lot better for the Empire in the long term than killing him and losing a valuable person that can build superweapons like the Bridge Cannon.

But even here, the Tallest still hold quite a bit of power. They can’t call off an ongoing trial or force the Control Brains to come to a specific conclusion, but they do hold enough power to cancel an upcoming trial (even their own trial) unless said trial is deemed to be too important to cancel or reschedule, and the Control Brains need their permission to do things like pause an ongoing trial to add in new brains. In Zim’s trial, the Control Brains ask the Tallest to pause the trial and let them get more Control Brains to help filter through Zim’s incredibly corrupt PAK, and the Tallest deny the request, showing that they’re more than capable of refusing requests from the Control Brains.

But if the trial is currently ongoing (and doesn’t have a reason to be paused) or it’s deemed to be particularly important, the Tallest have no power over it besides the whole “the Control Brains need the Tallest’s permission to declare breaks and swap out new Control Brains” thing.

So in the judicial system (and sorting Drones into their various positions), Control Brains are virtually unopposed, but everywhere else, they hold a lot less power, mostly serving as advisors to the current Tallest.

You can divide the Tallest’s group of advisors into two groups that work together; actual living advisors, who guide and make decisions based on past knowledge and rational thinking, and the Control Brains, who guide and make decisions based on pure logical and algorithms to make the most efficient path possible. The Tallest don’t need to follow the advice given, but they’re often encouraged to.

As for why living Irkens make up a good chunk of the Tallest’s advisory system, it’s because of how Control Brains think. Control Brains constantly go for the most efficient and perfect path possible, but that’s not always the best choice when doing things. Being AIs that focus purely on efficiency, Control Brain tend to focus purely on the outcome and statistics with little fucks given about how they get there.

Think of it like this: The Control Brains can create the most efficient and fast path across a landscape, but the Irken Advisors are the ones who make sure that said path doesn’t go through a mountain, river with no bridge, or enemy territory.

In a battle, the Control Brains would pick a strategy that has a 100% chance of victory, but would also result in heavy casualties and leave the army weakened after the battle, making any battle that comes after much more difficult, while the Advisors would pick a strategy with a lower chance of victory, but would result in less casualties if it does succeed and won’t leave the army weakened afterwards.

In my vision of things, the Irken Empire isn’t run or driven by anything but themselves. It’s essentially a cult that worships itself and the system it’s built on. Control Brains are just cogs in the self sustaining machine that is the Irken Empire. Very important cogs, but cogs nonetheless.

It’s a dictatorship, but removing the Tallest won’t fix anything, because the next Tallest that comes along will have the same general ideas and goals because the entire race has been groomed from birth to think that way. They’ve been taught since birth to worship the system around them, never go against it, and hate those that aren’t a part of the system. And you just can’t dismantle that system no matter how hard you try because it’s simply too big, old and fortified.

Anyone that doesn’t believe in the Empire is an enemy, regardless of if they’re an Irken or not. If they’re not an Irken, they’re below you, and if they ARE an Irken and they don’t believe in the empire, they’re a traitorous defective that needs to be handed in and deleted for the good of the empire. These are all things that are taught from day one of an Irken’s life, and it’s just drilled into the Irken’s head further as they grow up into an adult. No Irken ever sees anything wrong with this both because it’s all anyone’s ever known and because they’ve been taught that any thoughts that say otherwise are proof that you’re defective and worthy only of death.

PAKs help keep this whole thing up, as they prevent Irkens from thinking things that go against the Empire or it’s status quo. The controlling of Irken media also helps keep it going, as everything from news to history to entertainment is heavily controlled to keep Irkens believing that the Empire is the best, it’s been that way for most of history, and anyone that says otherwise is an enemy of the state.

Even extremely defective Irkens like Zim and constantly abused Irkens like Skoodge have unquestioning loyalty towards the Empire. They’ve been groomed since birth to think this way and any other way of thinking is completely alien to them.

The Irken Empire is a massive self sustaining space cult.

Also, a headcanon of mine is that Irkens absolutely HATE people that say that the Control Brains are the ones in control because saying that is an insult to the Tallest. They hate the conspiracy theories and stereotypes that say that they’re a hive mind as well. It’s one of the only things they have in common with the Meekrob.

[tr333333]

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Thank you!!

Ok, it’s not well thought out tbh, kinda made it up as I was drawing it

This is a seperate AU from anything else I’ve done

There’s no truce between Zim and Dib, no secret crushes, they hate each other and after all these years they continue their fight for earth

It’s very much a - you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone type of situation.

Zib knows this feeling early on with his own Zim dying. He might have twisted his pain into false justice by merging with the pak for irken knowledge - but in reality it was to fill that empty place in his heart again. After Zim was gone, nothing had changed, no one believed him and he had no alien to turn to for his frustrations anymore…

After the Zimvoid became just a void zib was left to do some revelations (and sink into madness even more)

Dib believes the Pak has fully taken over zib’s mind at this point- zib’s twisted affections for dib’s Zim come from irken narcissism and maybe a small amount of human need (if there’s any of that human left) But certainly not from the part of him that’s Dib- no that part has to be lost.

Zim has a wounded ego when is come to Zib. An alternative universe in which Zim loses shouldn’t exist.

It feels him with self doubt and frustration.

And of course this Z(dib) craves his greatness after he snuffed it from his world. Of course he would want it back.

He should be begging to be a slave or henchmen- something of service!

Yet zib’s intentions feels Zim with much more confusion.

It’s revolting that this human would fall in love with him. But of course he was bound to. HE IS ZIM, Zim is amazing!

And as Zib steals a kiss from his Zim- Dib finally understands why Zib did what he did.

He understands it all.

[creepypso]

I wanted to have a pair of Irken ocs haha:

Nano is a pak mechanic and Vil an Irken doctor and specialist in creating prostheses. After extending a set of prostheses and making an Irken taller than he was before, he started making Irken that could provide favors and protection taller through operations. Nano is his assistant and making sure that the paks of the clients are not taking record of things.

Vil had extended his height multiple times and has taken physical damaged from it, which is why he now has to wear a stabilizing corset. He also has a slight god complex and Nano protects and helps him but also tries challenging Vils beliefs.

Nano is a true neutral character and Vil a chaotic good. Vils goal is to help others and while he can be intimidating to his clients, he does his job good and is well respected. Nano doesn't help Vil because he wants to help others, he does it because he simply wants to help Vil.

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For anyone that's interested, here is the more detailed backstory I came up with for them :3

While the pak mechanics know the pak and how the programming works, the doctors basically know everything about the biological body and how it's connected to the pak. Normally an irken doesn't need assistance from a doctor if something is wrong, because the pak should be able to handle everything. If not then normally an Irken is not worth saving, especially if a pak mechanic is unable to fix it. But in rare cases or if an Irken is supposed to be kept alive because it's needed for another purpose.. or is tall or able to provide something in exchange, a doctor is going to be involved to fix whatever issues is preventing the Irken to heal like it's supposed to.

Since the doctors are not as busy with active cases like the mechanics, they have time to try to further improve the irkens biological body (For example how Irkens have eye implants to ensure that they have good vision). At the beginning Vil was known for creating different prostheses so the person wearing it was able to get back to continuing their positions in the society without any trouble and others noticing it (Be it a missing limb, a broken antenna or anything else not working like it's supposed).

The extent to which he was able to help his clients had been something that he tried to keep a secret because he knew, that if other outside irkens knew, it would be frowned upon. If an Irken is unable to fight or continue their assigned position, they shouldn't be saved. But Vil disagreed with that. If an irken was devoted to the empire, he would help them.

So that's how he had operated his whole life until an Irken asked him, if Vil would be willing to slightly extent a set of leg prostheses to make the Irken appear taller since even just a few cm would allow him a better position. Since the Irken was taller than Vil and promised him a private lab in exchange to improve his crafts even further and faster, without having to do it secretly all the time, he agreed to it.

The taller Irken provided the lab and Vil saw how his work had significantly bettered the life from the other. Before he was just able to help the Irkens continue with their life, no matter how miserable he thought it was. Now he had been able to help this Irken cheat the system and he felt pretty powerful because of that. He also liked that this tall Irken had his respect and promised protection and loyalty, despite Vil being a lot smaller than him.

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Not much time had passed before he continued thinking more about the possibilities. But cases of an Irken with both legs needing a prostheses were pretty rare, considering that even his normal cases were uncommon.. and healthy Irkens with other problems usually didn't really want to have both their legs cut off for a chance of a better position- so he tried out different ways to make a body taller without having to replace something.

So.. after trying it out on some deceased bodies he tried it for the first time on himself. And it had worked well. And that's how Vils shady side business of illegally increasing the height of Irkens that were able to provide favors or were willing to become a test subject (because he was only able to try out different methods on himself a limited amount of times) began.

After a while he developed a slight god complex. However he does his job good and due to the respect, the protection of a lot of Irkens (a lot of them tall) and open favors, he is pretty much untouchable, despite doing something illegal. Another thing that is protecting him, is his assistant Nano.

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Nano and Vil had been working together at the same clinic (and still do). At the beginning they had been almost the same height, with Vil being just slightly taller. Nano had slowly figured out what Vil had been doing with giving Irkens prostheses but he did not really care. He rather stayed to himself and was not interested in causing trouble for someone he had respected for decades. However, while at first ignoring the possibility of giving Irkens help, that had injuries that he knew Vil could easily fix, he slowly began to redirect cases to him, that normally would have been deleted.

It was when he noticed Vil being more absent or working on designs he didn't show to anyone that Nano got even more suspicious but it was the day when Vil came back to work, clearly being a few cm taller than the last time that he had seen him that he felt like he needed to get some information. And what do you do as a pak mechanic that has a better understanding of codes and numbers than talking and emotions and stuff? You hook the person you want to have information from onto one of your fancy machines and look for the information yourself, because paks, other than the host, were not able to lie.

Nano and Vil had been mutuals and had been working together on cases and despite everything telling him, he should report his findings, he stayed quiet and instead scold Vil for being so shortsighted, because even if he was able to manipulate the host of a pak to protect him, the pak itself would still store the memories of the procedure and the true height of an Irken.

Vils distrust towards nano after that experience caused the two to drift apart.

However during that time Nano started thinking about possible ways to be able to block the pak from taking record of something that is currently going on. And when he had some spare time, he tried building his idea. When Vil asked him, he said it was out of curiosity but it was also because Vil had literally been the only person that hadn't been another pak mechanic, that he was fine talking to. And that meant he didn't really want to have to deactivate him.

After some more time passed, he started working with Vil every time to ensure everything pak related is working correctly and blocking recording and updating the Irkens new height.

Nano doesn't really feel the biggest range of emotions and the ones he does are not intense. But he knows that he likes working with Vil and being his assistant.

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Vil has operated so many times on himself that he permanently damaged his spine and now has to wear a stabilizing corset. He is also not as agile anymore and more prone to receiving damage easily. Regarding fights; he is pretty much not made for them anymore and would lose if no one came to help him out.

While Nano of course does understand the importance of height in the irken society, he himself doesn't really understand the extent some of Vils clients (or Vil himself) go through just to get a few cm taller. He is more focused on the mechanics and content with his height and job. He doesn't need to change anything. For him the biological body is just the carrier of the pak. The programming alone decides the fate of the Irken. So to some extent he doesn't take Vils doing and big speeches about changing the system serious. Vil sees it the opposite way. For him the pak is only an extension of the Irken body and he beliefs that even small changes to the actual body can affect the life of an Irken a lot.

In the past Vil had offered Nano to make him taller but so far Nano had always declined. He is however always assisting Vil after he had done something to himself or covers him or makes sure clients know that they can trust Vil and shouldn't question him too much.

[chellodello]

Something interesting to think about if we go with the idea of Haggard being that male unicorn abstracted by loss, is that I want to say he fell in love and married a maiden.

He knew love, but because of his long immortal life, he lost it in a way no other unicorn had. The Dib that would become Zib must have felt similarly: He had a Zim that was presumably less intense than most, but he still defined his entire life around him. When he loses his Zim, his own fault really, suddenly his vivid world of feeling means nothing.

What does anything mean if in the end he is alone? No one believes him anyway, the PAK certainly isn’t uh, helping. He is worse off without him. Can he get that feeling back? Like our Zim/Amalthea he learns to feel regret but without anyone to lean on or bounce off it festers into greed and ultimately apathy.

It's not enough to have Zim's memories via his PAK he wants all the Zims, like Haggard wants all the unicorns so no one else can. He even collects a Dib toentertain him because, eh why not, maybe that will make him feel something, he’s there after all.

I wonder if we can argue Zim #2 as the Red Bull, a fellow mythical creature/Zim manipulated into subjecting those in its own likeness?

Now that I think about it, there’s a lot of double opportunities here. With Zib and #2 paralleling Mommy Fortuna and the Harpy as well.

So yall might not know this if you've only seen the movie, but in the novel The Last Unicorn Shmendrick the magician had a master who once turned a male unicorn human in order to save him but couldn't turn him back. This creates the unspoken implication that King Haggard was that unicorn and the reason he was so bitter and could only find comfort in hoarding all the world's unicorns was because he was an immortal creature driven mad from being bound to a moral body, clinging to reminders of what he once was long after having forgotten.

Bearing that in mind: Zimvoid AU

Zib is King Haggard, a semi-immortal non-human creature bound to a mortal body who doesn't consciously remember his old life but still feels the pain of being ripped away from it. The Zimvoid is where he hoards all the Zims from different timelines just for the faint comfort of being reminded of his old life like the sea Haggard traps the unicorns in. The bug zapper, the beacon, and the system he tricked the Zims into participating in in order to keep them in line are all his Red Bull.

Post-Florpus Zim is the last unicorn. He begins like any other Zim, but experiences things no other Zim, or any other Irken for that matter, ever has; chiefly compassion. Because he was the only Zim to learn his mission was fake, he was the only one whose Dib ever showed him sympathy. And his Dib was also the only Dib to ever realize he doesn't need to prove Zim is an alien for his self-worth, and thus was able to see past his grudge, realize Zim is a victim, and try to make peace with him.

Post-Florpus Dib therefore, is Lir, the person who enables Zim to experience human emotions like love and regret, by offering him his first taste of unconditional love.

[trancelord]

OOC: HI I am so sorry I fell off the face of the earth with this blog but long story short my IZ hyperfixation got pushed to the back burner of my mind because I just generally couldn’t stand the fandom anymore and how unsafe I felt around the mass amount of z@dr shippers/supporters. I’m not posting in the fandom anymore because I kinda just couldn’t take the stress and it was becoming unhealthy. However, I was introducing the contents of this blog to a friend of mine and remembered that I had a bunch of asks typed up that I never had the energy to make art for. So I’ve decided to post them all here just in case anyone wanted to read them! Here they are under the cut:

"how long have you been in the business of mind control? Are you worried someone might follow in your footsteps?"

How long? (he pauses to consider this) I... Am not at liberty to say. Long enough for my antennae to lose color- but that might have been long before I had gathered up the strength I needed to manually override my PAK with my- (a few memories flash before his eyes) (kidnapping an unlucky invader to use as a guinea pig for the hypnosis vision) (completely alone in his ship, both hands on his head) (staring madly at the massive with his eyes just starting to spiral) I've said too much, on that end. I'm not telling you how I did it, you dirty cheat. No one can follow in my footsteps. I will die with my secrets. It will take anyone else far too long to understand the nature of irken hypnosis, how deep it runs, deep enough that I halfway decommissioned myself digging it to the surface. If you try, I will know. And if I know, it'll be the last thing you try. (he yawns) The only way YOU could actually perform hypnosis through natural means- that is, if you're irken- is through an accident. But that's rare. Rare enough that it might not even really happen.

(I'm hinting at what happened w zim and pustulio at the end there hehehehehehe) "why are you journeying to urth- urth? Earth. Why there?"

Oh, did the tallest spell it wrong? (he brings out a small tablet, fixing the error.) How embarrassing for them- but not surprising. Those two couldn't fix a single luminous unit between them. All they know is laugh at drones, lasers, "throw them out the airlock," eat hot chip, and lie. Anyway, weren't you listening? I'm journeying there to find Zim. The tallest are my clients; they sent me to go there in person to use my talents and throw him out of commission. Apparently the poor idiot doesn't know he's been exiled, and he's very serious about his "mission". I guess it's getting harder for the tallest to get any entertainment out of laughing at him, the more serious he gets about invading this backwater planet. You should have seen how many monies I squeezed out of them to perform this job! I have never seen a pair of irkens more desperate. I should have recorded the call so I could look back on it on a long day and laugh. They insisted the job needed to be done in person rather than through a call, so... here we are. (he hides a yawn behind his hand) "Hey since it will take a while to get to earth, wanna play video games?"

(Ren is asleep)

Lonny: Oh, looks like he fell asleep. (he hurriedly shifts the camera away from ren) It's just as well. He doesn't play games very often. I would, but I don't think we have any downloaded into our ship's console. Well, anyway, you all are already here, so I will entertain you in the meantime. Could I perhaps answer any of your questions?

OOC: Aaaaaaannd that’s where I stopped. Still though, despite all the adversity I’ve faced during my time in the fandom, I still adore IZ and all the happiness and inspiration that’s given me. I’m still really proud of the character and story I came up with, and am genuinely sad that I never got to go further with it. 

If anyone ever has any questions, my DMs are always open! I love talking about Ren and talking about him again after months really made me yearn for old times where working on his story and in relation to Zim brought me so much happiness. I hope y’all enjoyed the very brief time I was able to provide you with content of him, and I hope that y’all are safe and healthy and I wanna thank you for being interested in his story. 

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