#it being iz was just a coincidence

[revearies]

𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑈𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑁 ― ( starter call. ) ↪︎ @shadowbrn

❝ you need to fix it cause it seems like you guys have a pretty good thing. and pretty good things are rare and hard to come by. unlike really screwed up, complicated things which seem to be freaking everywhere. ❞

[kremechihihi]

My Yoyo Design(s)!!!!

While messing around w/ the Yoyo doodle from my last blog post, I found that adjusting the hue by 25% to the right gets you his jsrf palette. Coincidence or not, I ran with that logic and thought of creating a new Yoyo design with what I got from sliding the hue adjustor all the way to the right : purple and blue.

But before running with purple jacket blue hair Yoyo just like dat, I wanted to try n analyze his canon looks n take note of the constants in both desoigns which are : red ractangular shades, baggy clothing, hanging belt, hooded upper wear, dark-colored bottom wear, bigger (compared to others) round yellow hued skates, and ofc his smug ass grin.

More importantly, his character color palette utilizes red, orange, yellow, green, and blue only which made this redesign thing a little challenging,,,

,,,and challenging it was 😵‍💫 i wanted to try pushing a 7 hue palette on him to sort of break from his usual scheme and make the look more ‘new’ buut obviously it didn’t work out. so i stuck with the usual 5 hue limit and wowers it works!!!

As for the design itself i wanted to go for a layered look. Gave him a cargo vest cus i thought it’d look sick on em + gives off the same tactical look his “bullet sling” looking sash from his future design does. Instead of a hanging belt, I went with a hanging suspender (?) similar to what tripp pants have. Double layer ripped jeans for a way to add color to the usual dark bottom wear, also to have (lime) green stand out in his overall look similarly with his canon designs. As for the skates…they’re not exactly skates. He’s wearing sneakers but with this chunky round skates sole that’s removable so he can wear/show off his counterfeit sneaker collection while being able to skate around town. For the sake of this design, I wanted the sneakers and soles to have a similar yellowish hue to counter the usual yellow skates with black/navy grey design. Similar to future, his hair is exposed but it’s messy and unkempt like what i assume his og hair is. Lastly, the shades are all-red and sport-like in shape.

In the end, I am satisfied with how he looks but I still wanted to make a Yoyo design based on my own tastes and color scheme. So here’s anotha wan!!!!!!!!

Originally just an alt color palette, I turned it into its own design cus why not.

This time I’m following the idea that instead of a hue adjustment, his hair is the color of the previous design’s jacket which is turquoise! 5 hue rule applies here too.

Kept the same idea for the shoes, but now his socks can be seen. His hair roots are grown out (though i personally think it’s just bleached). He’s got a headband keeping his bangs away, orange fingerless arm warmers, and lime ish olive green cargo pants. Jacket is now royal blue going indigo cus i’ve always thought it’s his favorite color n i really just wanted to see it as a main color in his design from just his og skate wheels color. Instead of a belt, the open rings in his jacket have three ribbons hanging made to look like an arrow, in reference to the arrow designs on his og skates as well. Aaand lastly the shades, kinda wanted to stick with all red again but what if red frames and white/transparent lens 🧐 an inversion of his og sunglasses. It’s asymmetrical in shape to form a silly eye expression.

Anyway that iz all, designing these were an inch resting experience. Considering doing other character redesigns as well but not anytime soon, i got other stuff going on.

[jihyoruri]

nobody asked for this but i’m gonna give who i imagine the yns as

wow!yn - lisa (i did like deep diving on this one bc she is a little older so not so sure abt this one)

cib!yn - wonyoung (ik cib!yn used to be apart of izone but we can js act like she doesn’t exist in this universe😋)

kiof!yn - ningning (only bc you said before that she was jennie’s sister)

aespa!yn - @/smokinghotvirgin on insta

gidle!yn - jiwoo (fromis_9) (i’m gonna be honest idk much abt this yn)

nwjns!yn - yeojin(?) (the only thing ik abt this yn is that she’s wow!yns little sister😭)

bp!yn - miyeon (idk anything abt this one either im sorry)

OKAYYYY LET ME GIVE MY OPINION

wow!yn - I could personally never see wow!yn as lisa because it fine very fact that wow!yn is super close with blackpink and was mentored by them so it doesn’t connect to my head but I can definitely see why you would imagine her as lisa.

cib!yn- I cannot imagine her as wony at allll LMAOOO especially since she’s so close with wonyoung and the other iz*one girls and her relationship with them contributes a lot to the story. I also just don’t think wony fits cib!yn’s 2000s hot pink y2k aesthetic when I think of wony I think of pastels and light pink.

kiof!yn- I can totally get being seeing her as ningning ‼️

aespa!yn - im sorry but aespa!yn will always be beabadoobee to me😭 a lot of the time I can switch between who I see my yn’s as but it’s like bea is just permanently attached to aespa!yn for me.

gidle!yn - I personally see her as @seoa.jjin because gidle!yn is Irene’s little sister and for some reason I see a small similarities between them

nwjns!yn - LOL THIS IS SUCH A BIG COINCIDENCE you see her as yeojin and i see her as gowon

bp!yn- YUPPP i definitely see her as miyeon as well

I JUST REALIZED YOU DIDNT DO FIRECRACKER!YN

[catghoulz]

i kinda wonder if the cut demon guyz full ov fire from bloodborne went on to influence the omen & their bloodflame.

like ok im sure they had. The beginningz ov a concept for how a demon with fire inside them might fit into a blood based cosmic horror ish framework. & while they ultimately decided it didnt fit bloodborne i can Easily see mohg & the formless mother being a second draft ov that concept. funnily enough this thing iz called LesserDemon in the filez while mohg iz called GreaterDemon. COINCIDENCE? prooobably... watchdog of the old lord & the various cut Guyz with flamez in them are Plausibly remnantz ov this proto-bloodflame concept.

therez also a non flaming version with a scythe & up to two headz which kinda give me deathbird vibez.

i dont rlly think we can speculate much on the lore here other than just noting that "bloodflame" iz not an inherent part ov these guyz. which ig iz also true with mohg & the other omen. thatz pretty loose tho. OH these are called lesser demonz & mergos wet nurse iz called lesser demon (death & darkness) in her filename & cut boss soul equivalent... Huh. so her Formless design mighta started out with a connection to the demonz... ya i am definitely getting the sense tht this iz a classic case ov fromsoft refining scrapped conceptz from previous gamez

[adzeisval]

Wound Cleaning

Izzy and Ed take care of each other. Also on AO3.

Izzy was surprised that the Piper was still floating a year after Ed had been given captaincy of the ship. It always seemed to be falling apart somewhere or another but it was still floating. 

The same could be said of Ed and Izzy and their positions within Hornigold’s piracy plan. Ed had maybe been a favorite of Hornigold but now it seemed like it was just test after test and shitty duties and like Hornigold was seeing how far he could go with Ed still being loyal. 

They were struggling to come up with a plan to get out from under Hornigold without the man knowing and without everyone else attacking them or trying to kill them in return for their deeds and it just didn’t seem to be happening. 

There were other problems popping up as well. The English Navy had decided that piracy was their priority and had come down with a vengeance on them all. Though Izzy, and Ed too, thought they might finish Hornigold for them too many friends were being lost to the new purge. And there was likely a spy or some sort of informant somewhere. Too many things had happened just so that it couldn’t be a coincidence. 

Ed was jumping through hoops trying to figure out how to take down or outwit Hornigold while also dealing with the increased Navy presence and wondering who was giving out information. 

“Mast could use some repairs, and we’re having issues with the sail again,” Izzy reported. 

“We’ll be at the Republic soon enough,” Ed said. 

“Good,” Izzy said. 

Ed smiled and Izzy knew what was coming, “Is Thomas waiting for you? Pining for you every second you’re gone.” 

“Fuck off Eddie,” Izzy laughed. 

Ed laughed too, “I’m sure he is waiting for you. You should try to get him on the ship.” 

“Maybe not this ship,” Izzy said, “But when we get a better one? One that can support a leather worker that would be nice. If the Captain approves.” 

“The Captain will,” Ed said.

Izzy smiled, “Thank you Eddie.” 

They set sail and they hadn’t been outlong when they came upon a badly damaged ship on their way to the Republic and Ed quickly staged a raid. 

It was a trap. 

The fucked up ship was full of Navy bastards and they barely made it out alive, with a loss of two of the crew and more damage to their ship. 

As soon as Izzy and Ed were sure the ship would float and they were out of danger they both retreated to the Cabin to treat their wounds. 

It was a habit they had gotten into when Ed had become Captain. Ed didn’t want to look weak in front of the crew and Izzy was glad for the trust. 

They were silent as they got undressed as much as was needed. Ed stripped down to his underwear and Izzy just his shirt. 

“You look in worse shape,” Izzy said. 

Ed had, once again,  been standing too close to the railing when it was hit by cannon and had shrapnel in the back of his thigh and his back. Ed laid down on his stomach and Izzy pulled up with a chair, a bowl of water, and a cloth. 

“I’ll get the ones in your back out first,” Izzy said. He touched Ed softly to let him know where he was then began pulling splinters out of the man’s back. Ed groaned and pulled away at one point and Izzy gave him a moment to rest before starting again. 

“Done with the back, moving on to the thigh,” Izzy said, “Lucky you didn’t get any in your ass.” 

Ed laughed a little before wincing when Izzy pulled the first splinter out of his leg. When he was done pulling the splinters he wiped the blood from the many wounds and surveyed Ed’s back and thigh once more, running his hand along Ed’s skin to make sure he hadn’t missed any.

“You’re good to go Eddie,” Izzy said. Ed got up and pulled on his pants before they switched places. Izzy had a gash on the back of  his hip that needed a few stitches. Izzy winced as Ed got to work but felt safe knowing it was Ed doing the work. 

“There we are Iz,” Ed said. Izzy got up and dressed and went to get them some food. They sat in silence as they ate, perfectly comfortable with the situation.

Izzy had lost count how many times over the years similar scenes occurred. It was often of course, piracy dealt out many wounds, and often. They could be vulnerable with each other in that way, they trusted each other beyond all others. Izzy still remembered when they met as scared you men and slept together that first night and many more. 

“So once we limp into the Republic and get the ship done again it’s time for the Cove Meeting again.” 

“Oh lovely,” Izzy snarked. 

Izzy was glad to see the Republic once again, not just for Thomas, well mostly for Thomas but the Piper was having issues with leaks and really needed work. 

Thomas was easy to find, Izzy wondered if the man had some sort of sixth sense as to when he was coming, or if he looked to the horizon to spot the Piper coming in. 

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” Thomas said, running his hand over Izzy’s wound as they cuddled. 

“Part of the job,” Izzy said. 

“You’re tense too.” 

“Ah it’s time for the Cove meeting again, Ed’s worried about it,” Izzy said, “One place that I can’t go with him.” 

“Will you be far away? I miss you so much when you’re gone,” Thomas said. 

“About a week out, then I don’t know where,” Izzy said. 

“Something else on your mind?” 

“Would you…someday want to join me? We don’t have a good ship right now but someday…” 

“I’d love to!” Thomas said and pulled Izzy into a kiss. 

���I’m not sure how long it’ll take,” Izzy said when they pulled away from each other. 

“I’ll wait for you, love,” Thomas said and Izzy felt dizzy all of a sudden. He almost didn’t want to leave but knew he had to.

When he got back to the Piper Ed was smiling and almost leapt off the ship to come meet him. Izzy smiled to see him so happy. 

“I have the best idea ever Izzy, a new way to do things, fuck it’s going to be good!” Ed chattered. 

“Alright, let’s get set off and you can tell me what madness you’ve come up with this time,” Izzy said.

[thebnha-auhoard]

Build-a-Villain Au

Kai Chisaki would very much like know when his life turned into... this. Who figured, the moment your quirk turns up everyone wants get in your business about morality and ethics of shit.

"As if you know about that"

"I don't want to hear that coming from your gremlin amoral mouth"

"What's amoral?"

Kai turned his head to face the pale kid, red eyes shining at him that made Kai want to sneer, he just gave a deadpan look instead.

"Not something you want to be, Eri-sama."

"Are you really sticking to that?"

Now, he did sit up instead of being sprawled in their moderate apartment to look at the purple head messing with the new clothes they got for the girl.

"Yes, you bastard, she is still Chief-sama grandkid."

"Eri-chan, do you like being called that?"

It was a state that no one in the apartment even reacted to Pitch coming back of one of their shadows, Eri turned to look at him, the two staring into respective green black and red white eyes until Eri hummed out loud, which of course makes Seiji snort like the gremlin he is.

Kai is spared from having to throw a pillow at him by Sand, who throws two that hit him square in the face and chest.

"I like it!"

"I'm glad, because having this guy drop honorofics is harder than ripping out a splinter."

"Oh shut up, you overgrown cloud."

Oboro just smiles down at him as Kai groans, and on top of that, the two faced weasel dropped his gear onto his head.

"All cleaned up! and i assume you are finishing your new prototype, Iz?"

"Yup, it'll be fun to test out, I predict it'll break at least a bone before i can reasonably readjust!"

"Fun, the last time you broke a bone was of that serial r- huuuuh, cuddler, serial cuddler, it was funny as hell"

Kai calls out "Nice save"

"Shut Up-"

"What'll be dinner, Mister Mist?"

Every single one in the apartment apart from the two grinned at the nickname

"I got a apple curry recipe I want to try."

Kai covered his ears to the squeal of the child

Great villain he is, surrounded by children

Kai grinned, the satisfied petty creature in his chest settling down to rest.

                                              Info under the cut!

So, the basis of this is of a prompt from writing prompts. All Might brought the lowest ratings for crime in the country, and yet, major villain attacks and plans still happen regularly.

There is a touch more of fabrication in here than just systematic weighting people down until they can’t do nothing besides struggle to survive.

No, here, Villains are regularly built and designed to work the way they do.

Well, most of them.

Kai Chisaki was nothing when they took him in, and was still nothing when he got out of the program, “ready” to start his career at the rip age of 8 years old, at least that was he was told, but being sent the yakuza way is hardly just coincidence.

Only thing they did neglect in his program? That Yakuza and their affiliates have a strong sense of duty and loyalty, so of course that’s what Chief drills in Kai head besides how to control his temper and quirk, and to navigate socialization while having a very stunted emotional state and intelligence (he was taught to never feel never have mercy or pity and how to make it painful-)

Things go downhill when in his “apprentice” for the younger kids of his suffer an attack, and only a hero student could protect them.

No one could protect the student.

Oboro Shirakumo dies by falling debris that rainy day.

But Kai learns that he can apparently do anything he wants with a body, and freaks out with the student when Oboro wakes up again, this time in a morgue after Kai sneaked in to see who had saved him exactly

the 12 year old drags the 15 old back to Chief, and this is the closest anyone ever saw the boy cry.

Oboro Shirakumo is dead, and yet he grows older besides the organization with the most winding underground structure he ever saw, and he did go to ua! And the whole being alive of course kickstarts a quirk awakening, making the boy be forced to drench himself in mist and clouds.

Things really kick out to out of control when at his 23 and living alone with mister Dead, Kai stumbles upon another set loose child villain designed one, only 13, and yet furious and seeking fights and no knowing what he could and couldn’t do outside of controlled environment.

So, maybe that take down and dragging back to the complex is his first act as a vigilante, but it isn’t like Kai will follow that streak, right?(He will, Kai is known as overhaul still, but not with scientist and researcher implications, he is an alchemist and doctor foremost, and a bash your head for thinking you can get away with beatings without raising a stint.)

And that’s the start of Kai “habit” of collecting villain designed children :3 Seiji Shishikura will be very salty about being his first “victim”, but the Hydra can’t keep a fake grudge to save his life, only be a short fuse and having no empathy for anything ever.

[canakinfan-blog]

Tahta Heykelin Sırrı

Yeni Delhi'nin kalabalığı içinde, hayatın karmaşası arasında, küçük bir kız çocuğunun gözlerindeki masumiyet beni büyülemişti. O minik elleriyle bana uzattığı tahta heykel, hayatımı bambaşka bir yöne sürükleyecekti.

Hindistan'ın başkenti olan Yeni Delhi'de, süslü otobüsün içindeki o anı hiçbir zaman unutmayacağım.

Yanımda oturan o küçük kız, sahip olduğu tek oyuncağı olan tahta heykelini bana uzattı. Kasetçalarımı istedi, o kadar çok beğenmişti ki, içimde ona verme isteği büyümüştü. Kasetçaları ona verdiğimde gözlerindeki mutluluk, kalbimi ısıtmıştı. Teşekkür etmek ister gibi bana uzattığı o küçük tahta heykel, o an için sadece el işi bir oyuncak gibi görünse de, hayatımın akışını değiştirecekti.

Türkiye'ye dönüş yolculuğumda, havaalanında yaşananlar beni şaşırtmıştı. Elimdeki o basit tahta heykel yüzünden miydi, bilmiyorum ama her adımımda bir ayrıcalık yaşıyordum. Havaalanı görevlileri, polisler, hatta uçakta bile bana özel ilgi gösterilmişti. VIP koltuğunda, en iyi hizmetle İstanbul'a inmiştim. Ve bu değişimin tek nedeni, o küçük kızın bana verdiği tahta heykeldi.

Balıkesir'e döndüğümde işlerimde beklenmedik bir düzelme olmuştu. Sanki hayatımın tüm düğümleri bir anda çözülmüştü. Oysa kısa süre önce her şey yolunda gitmiyordu. Bu değişimin sırrı neydi? Acaba o tahta heykelin içinde gizli bir güç mü vardı?

Şimdi evimin verandasında asılı duran o heykel, her rüzgarda sallanırken, ben hala bu olayın sırrını çözmeye çalışıyorum. Belki de bu sadece tesadüftü, belki de hayatın bana sunduğu küçük bir mucizeydi. Kim bilir?

O küçük kızın bana verdiği o tahta heykel, hayatımda unutulmaz bir iz bıraktı. Bana şans mı getirdi, yoksa sadece iyi bir insan olmanın karşılığını mı aldım? Bu soruların cevabını bulmak zor olsa da, o heykele her baktığımda içimde bir huzur duyuyorum.

Belki de hayatın sırrı, bazen beklenmedik yerlerde, beklenmedik insanlardan gelen küçük hediyelerde saklıdır.

Can Akın

Şair, Yazar

😍

The Secret of the Wooden Statue

In the crowds of New Delhi, amidst the chaos of life, the innocence in the eyes of a little girl fascinated me. The wooden statue she reached out to me with her tiny hands would take my life in a completely different direction.

I will never forget that moment in the decorated bus in New Delhi, the capital of India.

The little girl sitting next to me handed me her wooden statue, the only toy she had. She asked for my cassette player, she liked it so much that I felt the urge to give it to her. When I gave her the cassette player, the happiness in her eyes warmed my heart. That little wooden statue she held out to me as if to thank me, seemed like just a handmade toy at the time, but it would change the course of my life.

On my return trip to Turkey, what happened at the airport surprised me. I don’t know if it was because of that simple wooden statue in my hand, but I was experiencing a privilege every step of the way. I was given special attention by the airport staff, the police, and even on the plane. I landed in Istanbul in a VIP seat with the best service. And the only reason for this change was the wooden statue that that little girl gave me.

When I returned to Balıkesir, there was an unexpected improvement in my work. It was as if all the knots of my life had suddenly been untied. Yet not long ago, everything had been going well. What was the secret of this change? Was there a hidden power in that wooden statue?

Now, while that statue hanging on the porch of my house sways with every wind, I am still trying to solve the secret of this event. Maybe it was just a coincidence, or maybe it was a small miracle that life offered me. Who knows?

That wooden statue that little girl gave me left an unforgettable mark on my life. Did it bring me luck, or did I just get rewarded for being a good person? Although it is difficult to find the answers to these questions, I feel a sense of peace inside me every time I look at that statue.

Maybe the secret of life is sometimes hidden in small gifts that come from unexpected places and unexpected people.

Can Akın

Poet, Writer

[mcltiples]

HOLIDAY GIFT ASKS || accepting until Dec 31st

@countlessrealities sent; Initially, his Morty's counterpart hadn't been on Rick's extremely short list of Christmas gifts. After all, at least from what he knew, the other president saw him as nothing but an extension of his Master. A view that he approved of, since it was what he had made himself into, first and foremost. A tool, a weapon, a mean through which his Morty could achieve all of his goals. When the other teen had ambushed him in the corridor, however, he had found himself forced to rethink his decision. Surprising him wasn't an easy endeavour to achieve, so the fact that other Morty had managed it was impressive. Besides, he felt like he should thank him for the trust he had chosen to grant him. He knew his Morty well, so he was aware of how rare such a concession was. So, while he was out acted as a conduit to allow his Master to get a present for Rick's own counterpart, he had taken the chance to find a gift for the other president. It hadn't been an easy task, because he wanted something symbolic, that could convey a specific message, but eventually he had gotten his hands on a suitable item. The present was later enclosed in an elegant, slick golden box and adorned with a dark orange ribbon, before being deposited in the middle of the other president's kitchen table. The gift turned out to be a frozen blue clematis, held in a sealed glass cylinder. The process had turned the live flower into a crystal-like sculpture, eternal and strong as the loyalty it symbolised. With it came a hand-written note: 'My loyalty remains first and foremost with my One, but you come next. As you're him and, even more, you're his dearest, you also have my body, mind and skills at your service, now and forevermore. -R' [[ my Evil Rick for your E-Morty, for the holiday inbox call! ]]

After the day's full of work had been done, Morty came home two hours earlier than previous days. He wanted to set up everything. To make sure his night with his counterpart would be as spectacular as he had been daydreaming about all day. Which meant, he needed to set everything up. It would take work, but the effort was all worth it.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, taking out a bottle of water to drink, his eyes caught onto the golden box. Catching his eye and drawing him in close. He wasn't expecting anything. Certainly not on his kitchen table.

Choosing to read the note first, a smile pulled along his features. Given the kind of man that the other Rick was, he knew how valuable those words meant. Despite not truly understanding the kind of dynamic that his other self had with that Rick, it was more than enough to know that he would be included as someone important to the both of them. Which made his heart warm.

As he opened up the gift, amber eyes sparkled at the sculpurtur-ized flower. While he couldn't exactly identify it at first glance -- later on, he'd do his research -- he could tell that this had to mean something. It wasn't just a coincidence. For that, he would have to cherish it.

Out of the kitchen and into the living room, he walked over to his curio cabinet. Beautifully decorated, an antique from a galactic shop, he would place the cylinder containing the flower right next to the many other collections and knick-knacks that he owned.

He may not talk about it often, but the teen had a tendency to find beauty amongst his adventures. Which often lead to him buying or stealing such things, only to place them in his home. Something for him to stare at whenever he pleased.

And now, he had a new addition to the collection.

[keijoikawa]

kaveh paces around his repair shop back and forth— then back and forth again before letting a out a agonizing sigh before looking across the street.

he watched her skip up to the plants with an adorable bunny like hop, before sprinkling her tulips with a refreshing amount of water. the pretty smile on her face sending his heart into a absolute frenzy.

oh how he adored her. quite literally every little thing about her. she could fix any bad day with just a flash of her sweet smile from across the street, or even a freshly brewed cup of coffee that you'll gift him on mornings you open together. ( though he's doing the best he can to seem less affected when he sees his cup labeled with a "K ♥︎" cause it's just a coincidence right ?! maybe you label everything with hearts !)

but then again— he hopes not. that heart was his saving grace, his lifeline infact, it gives him the hope that these bubbly, light feelings inside him are reciprocated and the dream of being yours is just a confession away from reality.

his face warmed as he ruffled his hair nervously, halting his nervous pace. "it doesn't hurt to try, right?" he muttered, glaring at the wrench in his hand, picturing a bouquet instead. asking the pretty garden fairy across the street on a date wouldn't be so bad. . right? 🌸

jus a smol wittl ting cuz flwr shop owner lexi + mechanic kaveh can't seem to leave m head bubbie :3 ! wuv u muah !

w-we need 2 talk … cuBBIE I JUST WOKE UPPP (꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ohemgee ohemgee mechanic!kaveh iz bACK IN MI MINNDDDD i luvluvluvluv him baii *ascends* hnnngghh— da pacing… cuz no mi 2 !! whenever i sign off one of his coffees wiv a lil heart i get so nervy n pace becuz dat was so silly y did i do dat ??! (///▽///) n i also leave lil positive msgs on his coffee 2 !! lil short ones esp if i can see dat da garage iz gon b busy …

alwys tellin mechanic!tighnari n mechanic!cyno 2 keep an eye on him when suddenly he iz alwys flushed n got a temp !!! n they r all smug abt it like .. uh huh miss alexi sure thing miss alexi … (,,>﹏<,,) ueueue daydreamin when da shop iz empty becuz of a pwetty blond mechanic … xixi when i getchu !!! iz gon b in mi head all daaaayy >~<

[shipswithoutcaptains]

True that. So much.

Also I have a problem with Ed "not killing anyone". A big one. Cause "fire killed those guys" is bullshit. Obviously. And it's not a nice death so he is pretty vicious and cold-hearted bastard, let's be clear.

And the way he uses Izzy in the same way as he uses fire is even worse.

Everybody always goes on about how Iz is manipulating Ed and how he is either the best or worst manipulator in the world (hint - if he was such a cold-hearted violent genius manipulator and Ed his sweet innocent not-having-a-single-clue victim, Ed would be missing a leg, not Iz... I mean, srsly 💁🙈🙉 )

Anyway, I wanted to talk about Ed. I mean it *could* be viewed as him being the cold-hearted manipulator. As in: Ed doesn't want to *hands-on* directly kill ppl but "luckily" there's a set of very capable hands on a person who cares about him deeply. So he just lets said person know how killing ppl makes him feel very bad ...

I mean, killing ppl makes most of the ppl feel bad. At least the first few kills I'd guess.

As Ed's luck would have it, the before mentioned person already hates themselves pretty much, doesn't feel worthy of Ed's attention, but would do anything to 1.) earn any positive points and 2.) make Ed's life better.

Lucky coincidence 👍👍😁

I love how their characters were written for majority of the show. So many facets to explore. Ed has sides that make me almost sick with disgust but also is the sweetest cutest babygirl the next minute.

(he is the only male person/character I've repeatedly titled "babygirl". Ever! )

Izzy's story is actually so wild when you think about it like. Imagine there's this guy and he's your captain but you're also a little bit in love with him and you've been with him for thirty years only recently bro's been hella depressed but y'all are pirates so like. There's shit you have to do. So it's your job to make sure he's alive and whatever and you're the only other person in the world who knows that he doesn't actually kill people, it's just smoke and mirrors, so you're trying to maintain it best you can and you're killing people for him because if not you'll both die and then one day your boss-husband or whoever is like. Hey. Heard there's some English officers or whatever around and you're like, cool, easy money, so you're on this island with The Boyz and this absolute weirdo of a guy steals back one of his hostages but deadass gives you one?? And leaves?? So you go back to the ship and you're like. Hey boss. Guess what happened. And THEN he's like okay I need to meet this guy. And he's getting more and more obsessed with him while you watch and long story short you have to save his crew from the Spanish, and then YOUR crew dies, and you're like okay husband-boss can we go home now. But NOPE you're on this ship and in the span of like two weeks he tells you he's gonna kill the guy but then straight up falls in love with him?? And you're like. Right There. So your boss can't kill the guy and you're like, okay, another mess to clean up, I know how to to do this, so you stab him, but then your sword gets stuck in your mast and your boss-husband-captain of thirty years kicks you off the ship for a guy he met TWO WEEKS AGO?? No offense but like I'd sell his boyfriend out to the English too If I was him. What

[h4chi]

SOMEDAY

summary yn is a famous musician who has always dreamt of having her own castle to explore, no school to attend and a simple life. prince park sunghoon, on the other hand, would rather see the world from a stage than staying inside of his family’s enormous castle, being obliged to attend important, royal meetings. eventually, yn is invited one day at the park’s castle to meet the royal family before performing at the annual Hybe beneficial concert, and that’s where she meets sunghoon, who has finally convinced his parents to let him attend the famous “HAC”. but the next thing they know is that they’re in the other’s body.

pairing prince sunghoon x rock star, female reader

genre “strangers” to friends to lovers, young adult, speculative romance, social media au + short written chapters, crack (if i’m funny enough for your standards), fiction

featuring enhypen, lee chaeyeon and kim minju (ex iz*one), ningning (aespa), yangyang (nct), ive, bahiyyih (kep1er), txt, loona

warnings swearing, probably angst, slow burn romance, mentions of food, suggestive jokes, sometimes using seulgi pics for reference, more will be added

status COMPLETED

start jan 27 2022 end mar 31 2022

taglist CLOSED! send an ask to be added : @abdiitcryy @lunaflvms @msxflower @rionah @certainyouthpeanut @blxckcatner0 @tadpoltail @qghosty @papiibuprofen @wonieleles @jjklvr00 @sophhloaff @arizejkt19 @reallyraesn @nishmrriki @rrvvby @soobin-chois @jiawji (italics couldn’t be tagged)

disclaimers english is not my first language. this work is inspired by makoto shinkai’s your name and barbie’s princess & the popstar. this story is purely fiction, anything that also happened in real life is just a coincidence. the character’s behavior does not necessarily reflect the idol’s one in real life.

profiles rock stars | royals | others

01. cause you’re a Slay!

02. that’s P, i guess [written]

03. i’m not using the restroom today

04. girlbossing. or should i say boybossing [written]

05. u don’t see shit 😂 [written]

06. that dog from the russia meme [written]

07. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7-Eleven

08. i was just messing w you silly !

09. cray-cray-crazy

10. why did i wake up to my hair looking like this ???

11. cara revenge vengeance

12. did u think it would be funny

13. do we act like we know each other [written]

14. sofia the first kinnie

15. butterfly by loona [written]

16. he doesn’t even know me

17. get in loser we’re going shopping

18. monster high fright song

19. you’re so sexy /j

20. yo no hablo español

21. oh back when i was younger [written]

22. smule karaoke [written]

23. the real sofia shady

24. is this my breakdown week

25. 어떡해 [written]

26. 7 rings [written]

27. run2u

28. pay me the rent 💛💛

29. no twilight slander

30. it happened.

31. main dancer material

32. sumin autograph

33. darari challenge

34. in my dreams (you love me back) [written]

35. the internet is setting them up

36. oh i see how it is

37. another one

38. we don’t talk about brunaur

39. friendly my ass

40. just confess already

41. it’s the real sofia shady

42. howl’s moving castle [written]

43. (epilogue) no more dream

bonus chapters

good days in my mind

© H4CHI 2022 do not copy or repost anywhere.

[abihasablog]

Anticipation

Tickletober Day One!

Fandom - Our Flag Means Death

Characters - Ler!Ed, Lee!Izzy

SFW

Words - 986

Ed was watching him. 

Izzy pretended not to see him lurking in the corner of his field of vision, stalking his movements across the deck, following him from bow to stern just far enough away that it might be a coincidence. Of course, it wasn’t. 

Ed was playing with him, like he used to. 

Maybe not exactly like he used to, when they were fresh off Hornigold’s ship, newly anointed Captain Blackbeard and First Mate Hands, so giddy and drunk on their freedom and still so excited by life. Those chases, when Ed would stomp along the deck in his heavy leather boots to alert Izzy to what was coming, would always end up with Izzy underneath Ed being tickled to death by nimble fingers, loving every second of it. But they hadn’t done that in years, so surely Ed didn’t mean to do that now.

But, Izzy reasoned to himself with a quickening pulse, if Ed was going to restart the tradition of tickling him until his brain turned to krill anywhere, then it would be on Stede fucking Bonnet’s fucking ship. 

Right. Time to move. 

Izzy abandoned his post by the mast, his break in his daily routine purposefully alerting Ed to the fact he’d cottoned on to his plan. As Izzy tried to walk at a normal pace towards his room, aiming for some privacy, Ed’s footfall became louder. The anticipation of what he hoped was coming made him walk quicker, diving below deck and hurrying down the corridor towards his room. 

He threw his door open and just managed to get inside, turning to slam it behind him when a booted foot wedged itself in, and Ed’s maniacal face appeared in the doorway. 

“Whatcha running for, Iz?” 

“Wasn’t running,” Izzy said quickly, hands tightening on the door frame. Ed hummed, pushing his way in, forcing Izzy to take several steps back. He shut the door behind him with a click. Izzy swallowed hard, eyes jumping between Ed’s face and hands. 

“You were moving real fast there, mate. Was someone following you?” 

“N-no, no sir.” Izzy jumped back with a gasp as Ed lifted his hands up quickly, but the bastard only stilled them before moving to push his hair out of his face with a sly grin. Asshole.

“That’s alright then. Just wanted to check, make sure you’re all good…” Ed looked him up and down and Izzy realised with a blush that he was poised as if to ward off an attack. “Are you suuuuure you’re alright, Iz? You look really tense.”

“I’m perfectly well, Captain. Thank you.” 

Ed raised his eyebrows and fuck, Izzy had messed up. “Thank you? Oh, Iz. You’re really freaking out about this, aren’t you?” 

Oops.

Izzy thought about it for all of half a second before launching himself past Ed to grab at the door, and was not at all surprised when strong arms wrapped around his middle and carried him to his bed, depositing him gracelessly in the centre. Ed hopped on top of him, straddling his thighs and cracking his knuckles loudly. 

“You know what time it is, Iz?” Ed said cheerfully, holding his hands up into claws. Izzy smacked at them furiously, laughter already bubbling in his chest. 

“Fuck off!” 

“C’mon Iz, do you know what time it is?” Ed’s hands wriggled closer and closer to his trembling belly. Izzy whined and batted at Ed’s arms. 

“Edward!” 

“Do you need me to tell you?” 

“No!” 

“It’s time to tickle Izzy!” 

“No it’s not- EHEHED!” Izzy shrieked and grabbed at Ed’s fingers as they descended on his belly, spidering his fingertips and digging softly into the skin. He tugged at them weakly, already too lost in giggles, rough from disuse. He had forgotten how good Edward was at tickling, and he briefly wondered if Bonnet had ever been on the receiving end. The thought made him feel a little better, even as Ed snaked his hands under his shirt to tickle at the soft skin. 

His heels thumped against the bed as he giggled and squirmed, his arms weak already from laughter, and maybe, maybe, a slight reluctance to fight back. 

Maybe he’d missed the way Ed used to play with him. 

“Does this tickle?” Ed teased, pinching at his ribs. Izzy squealed before he could stop himself. His hands abandoned their weak attempts to push Ed away and instead flew up to cover his mouth. Ed threw his head back and laughed, continuing his assault. “Guess it does!”

“You’re so dead to me you bahahahastard!” 

“What’s that now? Can’t hear you mate, you’re laughing too loud.” 

“Ehehehed!” 

“Fine, fine.” Ed withdrew his hands, watching like a hawk as Izzy’s eyes snapped to his with a scowl. 

“What?” 

“You wanted me to stop, didn’t you?” 

“... I s’pose.” 

“Exactly, so I stopped.” Ed cocked his head to the side and regarded Izzy with a look that made him want to crawl out of his skin. “So I’ll just be off then.”

“Right.”

“Right, see you later!” Ed got as far as getting one leg off the bed before Izzy was grabbing at his hands and dragging them back down to rest on his waist. Ed raised an eyebrow with a cocky grin. “Iz?” 

“I don’t want you to stop. You never stopped this quick before,” Izzy blurted out, face bright red. 

“Hmm…” Ed pretended to consider it a second, fingers tapping softly against his sides. “S’pose I didn’t. Guess I could spend some more time down here, working you over until you’re just a pile of first mate mush. If you wanted.” 

Izzy scowled for a few long moments, before his face relaxed into something softer. 

“I do.” He blushed a little, and Ed rewarded him with a gentle squeeze to his sides. “You’re still a bastard and you’re still dead to me, though.”

“That’s fair enough, mate,” Ed grinned, before digging in again. 

[djcarnationsblog]

[Prompt!!]

Dee and Isaac!! FRIENDS -Pixel

HERE WE GO

...

It's been a few weeks since Dee met this odd kid.

He was a student at the neighboring town's school, Foxfield high. That was probably the first time Dee ever actually heard of it, anyways. But it wasn't too much of his business.

This kid -Isaac was his name- he was odd, but weirdly enough, not the bad kind of odd. Dare he say, Dee could see some similarities between the both of them, not just in appearance either.

He and his family had come to this town for a vacation during the summer, and it was by pure chance that Dee was sitting on the park bench, scrolling away on his phone. There wasn't much of a reason for him to be there, he very much liked his alone time. But if anything, being alone felt, well, lonely. So of course, a bit of background noise of human interaction never hurt anybody.

Isaac had been the one to take a seat on the other side of the bench, some sketchpad and drawing material at his beck and call. And that was what had happened for the next twelve, maybe thirteen minutes. Just the two of them co-existing in silence. Of course, Dee definitely noticed just how out of place he was, seeing as quite a few people (especially ones he knew knew about a lot of people) would be looking the new kid's way, trying to gauge his reason for coming, perhaps.

It was only a while later before they began a conversation.

And it kind of started out weird.

"Hey." Dee took a second to process that he was trying to get his attention, peeling his gaze away from his phone to look up at the freckled boy, who cleanly tore a sheet of paper out of his sketchbook.

"Here." he blinked; a bit taken aback from the sudden offering. Clearly a bit puzzled, Dee didn't bother to speak and instead took the page from an awaiting hand, looking down at it.

He was a bit befuddled when he saw a portrait of himself.

And he wasn't going to lie, the kid was good. No, better than good, it looked almost professional level. And Dee was admittedly intrigued by this, a small smirk tugging his lips.

"And what brought upon this train of thought?" He chimed, to which the smaller shrugged simply, going back to light doodles on a new, clean page. "Art block's been a major pain in my ass, and I noticed we look similar. So, why not?" He passed Dee a glance of interest, and the other couldn't help but scoff, absentmindedly setting his phone down.

"A funny coincidence, then. But for real, you're good at this," The new kid rolled his eyes as Dee leaned on his knee, waving the paper slightly. "Where'd you learn to draw like this?"

Smugly, the freckled kid hummed, "Self-taught."

Blink once. Blink twice. Dee grinned.

"No way."

"Yes way."

"Damn, flexin' but okay."

He snorted and shook his head, and Dee couldn't help but think that, hey, this kid was great company. "Hey, what's your name?" Dee leaned back against the bench seat as he spoke, clearly intrigued.

"Isaac Beamer. You?" Dee rose a brow for a second. Isaac Beamer, huh? Pretty easy to remember. "Dee Shvagenbagen." Isaac gave an alarmed expression at that, before turning away with a muffled chuckle, to which Dee called out.

"Alrighty then, mr. Russian-fre-sha-va-cado." Dee startled, clearly shocked by the nickname, and his half-heartedly thumped. "Now that's just cruel man, to which Isaac barked out a laugh. "C'mon, you name is fucking meme worthy, I had too-"

"How dare you, I am nothing but offended- do you want me to butcher your name too? Mr. Iz Creamer?" Isaac choked on air, leaning down before shooting him a playful glare. "The fuck is Iz Creamer!?" He exclaimed. "It is what it is, Iz Creamer."

"Fuck you." Dee scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, yeah, fuck you too."

Dee had to admit, meeting Isaac was almost as good as meeting Lif.

Ever since then, they'd shared phone numbers and talked quite often, especially on the same website as Lif. The guy himself was a pretty apathetic dude, and Dee couldn't help but relate to the sentiment.

He'd learned quite a bit about Isaac, even after his summer break was over and he had to go home. He learned about Isaac's school and it's really, really weird happenings. ("A cultist drama club?? A Hierarchy war for the title of King?? What kind of bullshit, Isaac?-)

And in return, Dee would tell him simple things too, like the rat incident, or how his mother beat the crap out of some people for a petty reason without too much consequence. ("Dee, what in God's name?...No, but did she really beat their asses for a cig?-")

He'd receive more art from Isaac, and in exchange Dee would tell him more about the Russian language, as he clearly was interested in the topic. It was the small things, but Isaac's presence always seemed to make him feel a little bit better at the end of the day.

It felt nice. Having a friend that can make you feel so calm.

In fact, he very much liked it.

[wannabecrypt-id]

A must-read IZ fic list, you say? 👀👀👀 Colour me interested

Ignorantly, I chug 2 of those Alani Nu drinks unaware they contain 200 mg of caffeine each. Thank you for the ask, I take no responsibility for the response.

🥴🥴🥴

INVADER ZIM FANFIC RECOMMENDATION LIST:

Rating Key:

Explicit Mature Teen General

50k words and up:

Cartography by Word-Spitting-Dragon [ZADR, 33/? chapters, 286k+ words]

“Resisty!Zim AU: When the Irkens start exporting dangerous goods outside of known Irken space, Zim and his fellow R.E.S.I.S.T.Y. members decide to take a look, hoping to expose something they can use to finally end the Irken Menace. But what lies out in the farthest, uncharted corners of space? And could it really help the rebel cause? ZADF eventually ZADR”

>Some characterizations are a bit different than I was used to, but I devoured this fic in 3 days so you know it’s good. Pretty sure it’s discontinued but it’s a satisfying read even so.

Nullified! by HedgehogSquadGoals [ZADR, 30/? chapters, 146k+ words)

“A live alien is better than a dead one! That’s Dib’s theory, anyway. When he discovers a half-dissected, somehow-still-alive alien in storage at his father’s lab, he resolves to bring it to full health and show the world that extraterrestrial life exists (and most importantly, that he's not crazy)! Though, the alien may have a few ulterior motives of his own...”

>I adore this fic. Look me in the eyes. I ADORE this fic. The plot, the characterizations, everything makes me salivate. It’s so good and it’s something I will sit down for 4 hours straight and just reread.

A Love like War I by lestat_wesker [ZADR, 22/22 chapters, 136k+ words]

“If Zim has to fix all the LIES they’ve been shamelessly spreading in Irk about him, he should just stop wasting time in the filthy, worthless, poor excuse for a planet, Urth.

Yes, he must leave immediately, and absolutely can’t be followed! He would have blown up this rock already if he had a little more time.

He can’t be followed, under no circumstance! Oh, no, not this time. And his plan must be indisputably perfect. No mistake can be made now. Nothing going horribly wrong is allowed! (Please, not this time…)”

>Such a good concept, such a good execution. There’s also a 2nd part… 👀.Dib and Zim forget about each other, and fate or coincidence or whatever the hell forces them back together. Also check out @/Tr33333’s art for this fic here (1, 2,)

IF YOU SHOULD BEG by hamletmustdie [ZADR, 19/19 chapters, 122k+ words]

“A failed attempt to please the Tallest's leaves Zim's PAK compromised by murderous malware that renders him unrecognizable. Dib is frantic to save him, left alone on a hostile planet he doesn't know - and with only hours to prevent Zim from killing them both.”

>Any fic with Dib in space has me swooning, so this is a must-have. Also! @/Tr333333 has art for this fic as well lol (1) (Basically, if they have fanart for a fic, I’d recommend checking it out….)

Being Tall Isn’t Everything by PAW_07 [No relationship, 12/? chapters, 60k+ words]

“Zim was about to destroy the world, his dying adversary at his feet … yet he doesn't kill Dib. He wants to use that cunningly huge head of his, especially now that they are both so tall. Now, years later, the newest Tallest finds himself in a web of secrets, the past, and the future seemingly tearing him apart. As usual ... this is all Zim's fault.”

>This has to be one of my absolute favorite invader zim fics. It features irken dib, as an amnesiac tallest who can’t remember anything beyond his reign. Oh my god it’s so good. I’m pretty sure it’s discontinued but… *clenches fist* it’s so, so good.

Below 50k words:

Dig Your Own Grave and Then Bury the Hatchet by dearqueer (plushrump) [ZADR, 5/6 chapters, 37k+ words]

“Alternatively Titled: In Which Zim and Dib Makeout and it Upsets the Balance of the Entire Universe”

>Maybe… maybe I’m obsessed with Resisty AUs…? I love Zim in this fic. So good. The notes from the first chapter start as follows, “vasquez can eat my entire asshole.” so, maybe give it a read.

Harder, Better, Faster, Taller by PatchWorkPoltergeist [RAPR, 3/? chapters, 34k+ words]

“Thus far, Elite Red's life had been a work in progress: constant improvement, higher performance, higher rank, and higher stature. The best of the very best. With the start of Invasion Season and Devastis training a new crop of Invaders, Red's plan was clear: Become an Invader. Attain glory. Get snacks. Go solo and never put up with other Irkens' garbage ever again.

It was a good plan. A foolproof plan. And then Purple ruined it. (Except for the snacks.)”

>I adore the writing style. Honestly, if I were you I would check out all of the authors fics. Seriously. Red and Purple are Irken elites, and I wish I could express how much I love everything about this fic lol.

Inside Out by Andystarr [ZADR, 3/3 chapters, 30k+ words]

“It was meant to be a simple information retrieval mission.

If things don't go to plan, Resisty Agent Dib can usually rely on his partner and best friend to swoop in and save his ass. When Dib survives a mission by the skin of his teeth and finds himself with nothing left of his partner but a PAK that he can't seem to let go of, he'll need to look within in order to figure out how to do the impossible.”

>Okay, so I would love to put all of their fics on here but, as I think it would be a bit tedious of you to read through all of that so I’ll just assure you all their fics are masterpieces. This is just my personal favorite, and it’s from the author of Vort Dogs so you know it’s good. It features Resisty AU Dib and Zim, and just… just read it, okay? (Also, listen to the podfic of Vort Dogs. I found and listened to it the other day and I love GeminiWishes’ voice for Zim)

Red Line by DarkAbyss [ZADE/ZADF, 1/1 chapters, 21k+ words]

“During one of their fights, Zim and Dib fall in the clutches of a mysterious alien species that seems to have a twisted liking for experimenting on their captives.

(Warning for Gore, Blood and sensitive images)”

>THIS FIC. The concept is so good. The writing is downright incredible. Yeah, it’s a little gorey so if fucked up anatomical experiments aren’t your thing you might wanna steer clear of this fic.

Analogous Colors by Ryntaia [RAPR, 1/1 chapters, 4k+ words]

“Four snippets of four stages in the life of Red and Purple, from birth to reign.”

>GOOD. Good. Read it.

A Mile in his Shoes by PAW_07 [No relationship, 1/1 chapters, 2k+ words]

“Dib is dead… at least that's what it seems like, yet Zim isn't cackling and taking over the world. He's silent, sad, and … like a boy trapped in another's shoes. Tallest Red can't help but wonder what's come over their once insane soldier.”

>One word… bodyswap. (Also love the tallest’s characters in this fic.)

Currently Reading + Personal To-Read List:

No Return by knockplease [RAPR, Lard Nar/Spleenk, 27/? chapters, 341k+ words]

“There comes a single moment that changes everything. A decision that must be made; and in that moment, one becomes fully responsible for course their lives will take. Every creature blessed with consciousness must face the point of no return.”

>It was so hard to find this fic. Thus far, it is so good and so worth it. I came upon it by dumb luck and obsessive prying into fic authors bookmarks.

Nova by Poludnica_Roksana [RAZR, ZADR, 11/? chapters, 82k+ words]

“After Zim crashes back into Dib's life, unfortunate circumstances force the two to flee to space. With the Irken Empire on their trail, the Almighty Tallest Red at the helm, how long can they really evade them? And how long before dark secrets are spilled?”

>Uhh full disclosure, I have only read the first chapter thus far BUT super excited about this concept. Pumped for some much desired razr as this is supposed to mainly be a razr fic.

Forced Perspective by opalite [ZADE/ZADF, 24/24 chapters, 121k+ words]

“Zim damages his PAK in a lab accident. It’s certainly nothing to worry about... as long as the Tallest send him those replacement parts before it starts seriously affecting his health. Zim’s injury and the resulting increase in his strange behavior inevitably sets Dib off, and his increasing suspicion and paranoia leads to an event that tips the delicate balance of their conflict wildly out of Zim’s favor. One way or another, everything is about to change.”

>I love all the art for this fic so much, I should have made reading this a priority long ago. I have only read the first chapter for this fic as well and it is so good. It is a sickfic though, so fair warning about that.

A Parade of Indignities by RissyNicole [ZADF, 30/30 chapters, 155k+ words]

“After inadvertently learning the truth about Zim's mission, a now fifteen-year-old Dib comes to a moral crossroads. Now, he must make an imperative decision to help Zim after an attempt on his life leaves the Irken in dire need of medical attention.”

>Another sickfic. A majority of those in the IZ fandom prolly already know about this fic. It is still on my to-read list so I’m sticking it here anyway.

Ehhhh I’ll shamelessly plug in my AO3 in case ya’ll wanna check out some of my bookmarks as some of them weren’t mentioned in this list. I might make a 2nd part to this sometime or edit this, but for now I can feel my heartbeat in my calves so I’m gonna crash 😘

(Please let me know if there’s any problem with the links)

[fall-out-boytoy]

I know this episode technically isn't an actual episode, but, Ten Minutes to Doom?

Ten Minutes to Doom :DD

First off, I absolutely DO consider the unfinished eps to be "actual episodes"! Just because the crew didn't have time to finish them doesn't mean they aren't canon. Same goes for the episode ideas that don't have scripts!

Anyway! Ten Minutes (I almost never bother to add 'to doom' or 'of doom' for any of the episode titles) is a GREAT episode that would've been at least Bolognius Maximus level had it been finished! (To be clear I consider Bolognius Maximus a pretty dang good episode, but not Backseat Drivers level.)

It's got a LOT of PAK lore (it kinda has to based on its premise haha)! Aaron Alexovich made a piece of concept art showing just how much Zim deteriorates in those ten minutes:

look at him he's so GROSS. HIS HEAD IS SHRINKING, LOOK, HIS WIG IS SLIDING OFF. it's just..EUGH.

anyway what was I saying? oh yes! PAK lore! The timer being exactly ten minutes is fascinating.

I've heard at least one theory that irkens should be able to survive without their PAK (for over 10min), but they were specifically engineered to not be able to. Because the PAK (supposedly) controls their emotions, makes them loyal to the empire, etc. If an irken took off their PAK, they've basically gone rogue and the empire wouldn't be able to control them at all. So, naturally, the empire made it so irkens COULDN'T SURVIVE without their PAK. That's why it's exactly ten minutes - because it was engineered that way.

I'm here to tell you that is complete and utter bullshit! One simple reason: minutes are an Earthian unit of time. There is NO reason for irkens to measure in them. In fact, there's some canon evidence that "timethings" are the wider-used unit, or at least the unit in Moo-Ping 10 (comic issue 35):

So I hc that either the ten minutes thing is just a weird coincidence (there've been weirder), or it's actually something like 10.0004 minutes.

"But Pants, Zim's lifeclock was showing in minutes!" yeah and I bet you also think all alien species always converse in perfect English in IZ. It's being converted for the benefit of us, the viewers!

Moving on from that now! It'd probably have been REALLY annoying for the storyboard artists to plan this one, since Zim's lifeclock is in real time, so they couldn't do any time skips (even a couple seconds long).

What else? Oh, right! We get the first appearance of Foodio here :D This also means that Membrane, rather predictably, solved world hunger between now and Florpus.

Dib's speech patterns with the PAK on him are interesting! Instead of simply having Richard do Dib, they had Andy try to mimic Richard, which is a much better idea really - Dib's still got the same vocal chords. It kinda sounds like Zim's robot Dib in Future Dib, haha. It's also how I imagine Zib sounds, or pretty close to it!

SCREAMY IS DECENTLY FUNNY AND SERVES TO FURTHER DRIVE HOME THE POINT THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF SCREAMING CHARACTERS, AND A LOT OF STUPID CHARACTERS, IN IZ!!!

this must've been VERY confusing for the Skool with all the places Zim and Dib go, hehe. They've both been to several different places in space as well as Antarctica off the top of my head. It's also..like..if you have the money to buy HOMING CHIPS, why couldn't you buy desks in Door to Door? the skool has got to have, like, the worst budgeter ever.

[straystarsun]

Secret Love Songs

ALL TOO WELL

Bang Chan x O.C.

genre: little angst, TBC

A/N: No warnings in this chapter. Isabelle is home for the spring break holiday, the first time back in nearly a year. So much has changed for her, but her past is coming back to visit as well...

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I had not been back to my hometown in over a year. I had been studying abroad in the States since I was 19 and kind of found myself staying there. Of course, I have visited home for a few holidays, but this past year has been hectic and time kind of got away from me. My main reason for coming back was due to me being on break for the spring, and Mom wanted me to visit. How could I say no?

Over the intercom on my plane, I heard the pilot mention that we were to land in a matter of minutes. This had my body strumming in anxiety, Australia had this effect on me ever since he left and me soon following after. I found my knee bouncing and my bad habit kicked in as I scratched at the bend of my elbow. The woman next to me had placed her hand on mine and smiled her beautiful smile at me, causing me to still my movements.

“Iz, calm down. He’s not gonna be here. He is in another country, 9 hours away. You can chill, girl.” 

I quietly let out a breath as I closed my eyes and opened the window to my right, “I know Ji, but-”

I felt a flick of her finger as she scolded me, ”No, we are here at Eomma’s request, not his, okay? We are here to have a good spring break, comprender?” I smiled as she began mixing two languages and probably didn’t even notice.

Ji-Min knew everything there was to know about me. She knew about the friendship that I had with Chris and what happened to cause this anxiety. He forgot about me. After he left, we still talked, FaceTimed, and texted, there was not one thing we didn’t tell each other. I knew the big secrets that the leader of Stray Kids held that he refused to tell his family in Korea. In turn, he knew everything about me as well as all my secrets…except one. That I was unfathomably in love with this man. That was until he just stopped speaking to me. I spent months wracking my brain, trying to figure out if there was something I had done or if he decided to stop speaking to me. At first, Ji-Min thought I had gone through a secret breakup but quickly put the pieces together after she asked how he was, and I didn’t respond, but instead broke into tears about it. 

My anxiety spiked once more as the plane jerked once we landed. Once I took my phone off of airplane mode, it began vibrating with countless notifications from multiple platforms. Comments from many followers came through, slightly easing my anxiety. The multiple “stay safe” and “have a safe flight” comments did much for me. I closed my eyes and just waited.

“Hyung, she’s here in Australia!” Felix bounded to his friend in excitement.

He had originally found her as he was lazily scrolling through TikTok. He wouldn’t lie and would admit he was a fan of hers. He was amazed by the emotion she was able to emit through her dance and her songs. So, he followed her on every platform; he did so under his alias account, of course. 

Chan sat up from the chair the was slouched in, confused, and glanced at Felix, “Who is here?” 

The younger boy flashed his screen, showing a photo Isabelle had posted upon touching down from the window, "The girl I told you about, Isa. The girl who does all those covers I like.”

He nodded in comprehension and responded with sincerity by saying how cool that was. But he was caught by the name that pulled at his memory of his best friend, it had to be a coincidence. Chan had never seen or heard what this ‘Isa’ looked or sounded like, but that was his nickname for his best friend. He smiled at his brother, “What’s her at?”

He handed his phone over and waited for it to pull up. Once Chan had his phone in his hands again, he began scrolling through.Felix stated that he was going to help Lee Know and Hyunjin bring in groceries as he walked out of the room. As Chan clicked on the profile on the screen, he saw a link that had all of her other platforms, which he took the liberty to go through. She didn’t seem like she posted many personal posts on Twitter, so he took to Instagram. There is where he froze. After he clicked on one of her video posts, he saw two things. The first was that it, in fact, was her…and the second was that she took up music. He remembers her always talking about dance and how that was her passion, but he wondered why she kept thr facts that she could sing to herself.

Wait…when was the last time we spoke? He thought to himself, It hasn’t been that long, right?

He rushed to his messages and grabbed at his unruly curls once he saw that it had been nearly a year. 

How did it get to that? 

He began scrolling through her Instagram, listening to the voice he missed so much as melodies drifted off her lips. Listening to all the covers she posted he saw many songs he recognized and a few he had not. The next thing he knew and even before he really knew it, he felt his fingers moving across the keyboard and pressing send.

I heard my phone ping in the pocket of my sweatpants as Ji-Min and I waited for the rest of our bags at pickup but chose to ignore it. Ji-Min grabbed my wrist in order to calm me down a little due to the crowding area around us as she glanced down at her own phone. 

“Eomma is here already. Just outside, it seems like it, too,” she stated in a surprised tone. My mom was never on time for anything, so her surprise made sense. Once our bags were spotted and we got ahold of them, we were out of the doors as fast as we could be. 

“God, I hate airports,” I grumbled in frustration, ”everyone is always rude like we all don’t have places to be as well.”

Ji-Min snickered as we found my mom at the end of our terminal entrance. Seeing her immediately brought up all the emotions I had bottled up. I ran to her, nearly tripping over my bags as they rolled next to me, and wrapped my arms around her as tears quietly ran down my face. She spoke to me in the familiar tongue that I missed so much but didn’t care to listen to what she was saying to me. Ji-Min responded in her very fluent Korean, explaining the flight here to my mom as she let me go and embraced her in a hug as well.

We loaded our suitcases into the trunk and got into the car. I offer Ji to sit up front with my mom so she could catch up with her, considering my mom and I spoke any minute we both were available, but she could never get the chance to speak with the one she claimed was her second daughter she was never blessed with. While they caught up, I finally decided to finally look at my phone, thumbing through the many notifications but stopped at the message I received.

Just a simple three letter word changed everything for me, and I wouldn't realize just how much....

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