#iz adaptive

[disability-can-be]

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[ms-scarletwings]

Favorite joke from the Invader Zim Lost Episode (😏) is how for absolutely no reason Zim changes art style every new shot

Zim-Zam the Spaceman moodboard

[noxeorn]

I've got a very strange idea today to make an interaction between my dragonsona and irkensona sjkdfhsdk

I have no idea what Xeo has done to summon the space semi-god, but definitely something??? Perhaps tried to make an actual doom machine which caused these sudden consequences idk

But I find this idea silly and actually like something about it, so enjoy the sketches lol

[ukagaka-zim]

(OOC presentation of the first alternative version of Ukagaka Zim, a Zib of him and @ambassador-d1b, nicknamed D1im. His own personal nickname is now D1m. Transcript of the text under the cut.)

- D1b : Dim, attached his Uka’s PAK. They share his body.

- Blog : Red uppercase. Not very active.

- Divergence : Strong for his Dim. Calmer and less talkative. Timeline is doomed and considered lost.

- Particularities : Talk more than Dim. Prefers letting him the control. Can message on the chats and post on the blog through the tablet. Clothes chosen by Dim. Live in Bittle’s timeline.

- Defectiveness : Emotional inhibitors faulty. No body. PAK adapted to a human body.

[havenwing]

Unironically would watch a bombadill movie tho

i don’t really care for lord of the rings all that much but bombadil civil war still makes me lose my mind

[galaxytoons]

GIR!!! GET THE SILLY!!!!

wanted to redraw shark Gir as I am slowly figuring out how to adapt the IZ characters into my art style :3

[thepencilgirlsv]

✨"you were my new dream"✨

LBFAD x Tangled AU requested by @harocat as part of the "CDrama Gotcha for Gaza" (@cdrama-action). I loved this prompt, and while my first instinct was to adapt the Lucheng scene, in my mind dfqc and xlh get to enjoy lantern festivals in Cangyan Sea once they're married🌙

prompt: DFQC/XLH Tangled AU. Hanfu-ize the canon Tangled costumes to fit the Cdrama theme. You can just go with standard hanfu (the mortal realm in LBFAD appears to be Tang Dynasty, but you can do what you want), or you can try to match them to the styles of Cangyan Sea and/or Shuiyuntian.

[aettuddae]

THE ANTHOLOGY — 1.

— kazuha, and the reason for things. [2/1]

⭑ synopsis: this series follows kyuin as she experiences the complexities of the korean entertainment world, and her encounters with two idols who arouse in her a strange interest.

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[half written chapter]

kyuin liked to think she understood the world. she was the kind of person who couldn't stop obsessing about the reason behind everything, to analyze in detail how humans and the society they live in work, or why the wind blows in different directions or why fruits are the color they are. she didn't intend to have the absolute knowledge, her interest came from the mere instinct of survival, from wanting to understand how things are so she could adapt to the ones that would help her cope with living in a community and avoid that which could ruin her life. she tried hard to decipher the generics of the universe, but she could bear the fact that there were details that would escape her, rules, behaviors, phenomena whose origin she would never discover, she had made the passes with it, she just needed to be certain that they happened and how it was appropriate to respond to these, or if they were right or wrong.

beyond the big picture, there were insignificant and mediocre attitudes or creations that she couldn't come to grips with either, like alcohol, for example. she understood why people enjoyed drinking it, yes, but why did it have to be so bitter? why did it have to burn your throat as it passed through it?

kyuin didn't have a problem with it, she didn't mind others ingesting it and being blinded by it until they lost lucidity, she could find logical explanations for them doing such a thing, but it definitely wasn't her thing. kyuin didn't drink, honestly, it wasn't because she cared about her health, it was that she simply didn't like the taste or the fear that she might exceed her inhibitions, ending up doing something stupid while intoxicated and eventually embarrassing herself about it.

but she also knew that there were certain times when one had to make an effort, to resist during something one doesn't like, and when her friends, who were also her group mates, had convinced her to attend a meeting at the apartment of one of the previously iz*one members, she knew she would have to do something to make it through the night.

it wasn't that she never left her house, even if it was sporadically, she did. apart from work, of course, she often went out with minjeong or the novaHIVI members, who would sometimes take her to get-togethers with their friends, with whom she felt comfortable interacting even if she wasn't that close to them. however, this time was different, it was one of those situations where she ended up knowing that she didn't know 90% of the guests.

"a gathering," well, admittedly it wasn't properly a party, but what kind of "gathering" included 60+ celebrities drinking and listening to music? in kyuin's mind a "gathering" could reach a maximum of 15 guests and consisted of quietly chatting while eating something delicious. when chaeryeong and xiaojun invited her, she had noticed something strange in the way they explained it, they knew her and she knew them, their members were astute and realized that they had to disguise the reality of the event so that the girl would decide to attend, while kyuin was perceptive enough to notice that they were being vague in their description and avoiding to dwell on the particulars.

but they managed to convince her, with the words 'meeting,' 'casual,' 'quiet.' a big part of how she had ended up at the place was that minjeong had commented to her that she would also be attending, and asked her to go, reminding her of her meager social life and hermit-like behaviors.

kyuin, who thought about the reason for things all the time, was clear that her routine of going to get exploited, id est, going to work, and then locking herself back in her house was not good for her mental health, and in fact, to some extent, it had already started to affect her. so she had decided that she would attend what was supposed to be a relaxed gathering of friends with some drinking in between where her best friend would be so she could turn to her in case she didn't feel comfortable in the social setting.

but she had seen winter when she arrived and lost her shortly after greeting her because she disappeared into the crowd while talking to other acquaintances. luckily she had her five members there who, even if they spent time with their own friends, would take responsibility for having brought their extremely introverted mate into a situation they were aware was not her preference, and they would never leave her alone.

they were together around the archway area overlooking the kitchen, striking up a conversation with some of their peers, while simultaneously keeping their attention on han, who stood at the end of it, with her arms crossed and a frown on her face, staring at a bottle of beer as if she were trying to drink it with her eyes.

"it's disturbing." spoke xiaojun towards the rest of the gang, all with their eyes glued to kyuin.

"it's depressing." contradicted chaeryeong.

"let her be, the woman hates to leave her house." opined ten. "and humans." he added.

"we have to do something." added matthew and then took a sip of his drink. "help her have fun."

"we brought her here and told her where the drinks were when she asked us." recapped the chinese from the end of the semi-round they were on. "i don't think she'll let us do more than that." he shrugged.

"no." interjected lily. "we have to make the best out of one of the few times she comes out to touch some grass." she spoke with exaggerated frustration.

"we're on a tenth floor in the middle of gangnam, lily, what grass are you talking about?" refuted the thai.

"you understand me." she discarded him, waving her hand dismissively.

"not really." he shook his head in confusion.

"got you." assured the canadian.

"thanks, bro." the youngest of the group gave him a grateful pat on the back. "what i mean is," she picked up on the previous topic. "she doesn't go out much, i want this one time she did to not regret it." she showed sympathy in her words. "for her to have interesting experiences to tell."

"well, you're right." agreed the only korean in the group. "i feel a little sorry for her."

"chaeryeong!" reproached ten.

"she still haven't opened the bottle, chitta!" she exclaimed hot-headedly, punctuating each word with impetus. "she's getting on my nerves!"

"she doesn't like alcohol!" passionately defended the maknae. "she's trying, okay?" she squeezed the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb in aggravation.

"we have to intervene, she's losing too many aura points." proposed the blond-haired boy.

"too many what?" the leader looked at him blankly.

"sometimes i feel like you pick random words and say them together just because." the blackhaired girl looked at them with a raised eyebrow.

"they're two old geezers." the younger male accused.

"they're not that old." defended xiao, extending the 'that.' "it's just that they don't know how to use the internet." he explained, earning a hit on the shoulder from chaeryeong.

"because they're old." repeated the boy, causing the eldest of his hyungs to look at him with annoyance. "what do we do with nuna?" he turned his attention back to kyuin, who at least now held the bottle in her hands.

"what if...?" began dejun. "no, it won't work." he paused.

"now say it, i'm curious." encouraged the australian.

"it's nothing, it's stupid." he dismissed again.

"speak up." chaeryeong ordered.

"it's a bad plan-"

"talk." she reiterated with a serious and demanding tone, scaring the guy.

"okay, damn." the vocalist looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow judging her coarse attitude. "i thought," he paused to formulate the sentence before saying it. "that maybe it would be interesting to look for someone, you know..." he waved his hands in the air euphorically at the attentive gaze of the group, intending that this was how they understood. "so they do lesbian stuff together." he summed up.

"it's terrible." deliberated chaeryeong.

"you want to put nuna's introverted ass to flirt with a stranger?" he questioned wryly.

"i think we shouldn't meddle in kyuin's love life." analyzed the eldest of them all. "it's her thing, she's a very closed person with her emotions." he sipped from his glass.

"it's a fantastic idea!" exclaimed lily hogging the spotlight.

"i don't think you heard the plan correctly." interjected the other girl.

"think about it." she rested her index fingers on either side of her temple, indicating to her brain. "since how long has kkyu not been with a girl?"

"since xiaoting." the blond remembered.

"hey." the leader called out. "don't say the x word." he scolded him. "but," he returned to the thread of conversation. "kyuin isn't with anyone because she doesn't want to be, it's her choice."

"kyuin isn't with anyone because she refuses to feel things." corrected dejun. "you know, because of voldemort."

"the x word." agreed the korean.

"a casual one-night stand doesn't have to include feelings." reasoned the chinese.

"he has a point." valid the younger boy.

"see?" resumed lily. "it's not a bad plan."

a strange back-and-forth of glances began among the five, while the leader was distracted watching kyuin, xiaojun, matthew and lily looked at chaeryeong waiting for approval, as if they could not proceed without her blessing on the plan. the dancer rolled her eyes, thought for a second and finally ended up nodding her head with a defeated expression, she had to admit that something had to be done to make sure her bandmate got out of the routine she was in and allowed herself to enjoy more things. once they had her support, the four of them stared at chittaphon, who, upon feeling the eyes on him turned around dumbfounded.

"what?" he wandered his eyes over them in bewilderment. "the decision falls on me?" they all said yes with their heads at the same time like a bunch of meerkats. "it seems like a stupid and invasive plan to me." he confessed, adopting a serious posture. "but every cloud has a silver lining." he relented, getting the rest to cheer.

then he says the group is not a hierarchy.

"so," seok stepped forward. "what's the plan?"

"first we have to make her drink that bottle of beer for once before i shove it down her throat."

"chaeryeong!" reprimanded ten.

"i swear i love her." she justified.

"once she's in a good mood we introduce her to a cute girl and make them kiss." concluded lily putting a hand on her waist and flashing a winning smile. "easy."

"i hope you understand the consequences of your statements." chaeryeong pointed a finger accusingly at her.

"maybe if she loosens up a little and feels more comfortable she'll go along with the idea." thought dejun. "we just need to introduce her to someone she likes."

"she doesn't like anyone." realized chittaphon.

"she likes winter." reasoned matthew. "do you think winter is secretly in love with kyuin?" his expression turned to one that showed puzzlement.

"i have more sexual tension with chittaphon than winter and kyuin." oposed lee.

"hey." the center of the discussion appeared, approaching their group with the beer bottle still full, looking out of place and bored. "i don't think this is for me." she raised the drink.

"just drink that thing already." the ravenhead could no longer stand the uneasiness the older woman's hesitation generated in her and rushed over to help her, a bit aggressively, to drink the beverage.

"i'm sure that's a crime." mused xiaojun staring at them.

"kyuin." named the leader catching both of their attention, making them stop tussling. "we were discussing something." he announced, kyuin cocked her head curiously. "we want you to have fun tonight and unique experiences." he found himself making jazz hands as if he was trying to sell her a trip to disneyland.

"the mere fact that i'm here is already a unique experience." assessed the girl, disinterested.

"but we want you to go home thinking that tonight was different, real different." lily elaborated.

"guys," the vocalist's face suddenly showed horror. "drugs are illegal."

"no, you idiot, not drugs." the only other korean member of the group took advantage of her closeness to her from fighting earlier and held her by her shoulders as if she were her guide. "the warmth of a woman."

"i am a woman and it's hot tonight." disputed han.

"how about we become your wingmen for the night?" now it was xiaojun who hung on her shoulders on the side that was free. "point out some girl you find attractive and we'll do our best to make you two end up together."

"you don't have to fall in love and get married, nuna." matthew tried to soften the ridiculousness of the propose. "it's just a casual thing." he explained.

"you guys be saying bullshit." she concluded.

(!)

— taglist [OPEN]: @gtfoiydlyj @cwpiqwon @saysirhc @masuowo

[cripplecharacters]

That reblog of Aaron Philip brought up a question for me - how often do wheelchair users need to sacrifice/adjust their personal style for safety in their chair? Would it make sense to have a character try to integrate their chair into their fashion, or would it be too unrealistic with all the moving parts and the risk of fabric getting caught in something? I'm picturing someone dressing up their chair in matching vibes (maybe some draped fabric to match their evening dress) but I don't know if that would be seen as too risky/not worth it.

Hi lovely asker <3

[Post in question for context] We actually just answered an ask here about decorating wheelchairs, and so many people decorate them to their style and fashion sense!

The sacrifice of Function and/or Fashion is becoming less because more brands and people are making Accessible functional fashion. Iz adaptive is one brand that comes up for that and they even have a whole page on why clothes are different for wheelchair users and how to make it accessible. This doesn't mean It is not still a constant problem but it is slowly getting better. Genetech did a fashion show for people with SMA, and what I like about that video is that with each person they put up a card with what alterations were made to make the clothes accessible for each individual.

And on that, often a lot of time we also know how to alter or mend our own clothes too (or we have a close person/loved one who does it for us). This is partly why the disabled community and the Fiber arts community tend to intermingle a lot also.

If you're doing something more extravagant, with flowy draped fabric that hangs past the wheels, sacrificing function for fashion may happen, but also a lot of pictures that do have that long fabric over them are usually just for photoshoots. They're ways to make it accessible for functionality though! Tieing up the fabric is one way, altering the way the fabric sits/falls, or even removing underlayers of volume can help decrease the weight or length of the fabric. Sewing buttons and buttonholes into it so you can pin the fabric up is another; or even just carrying some safety pins and pinning it up that way too.

One example that I can think of is at Pride Parades actually! A lot of people drape or pin flags on the back of their wheelchairs. Sometimes it drags, sometimes you snag the edges of it, a lot of times it's turning to your friend and going "It's not dragging too much right?". If someone/a character is doing the same sorta thing, where they knowingly put hanging fabric that they know may drag or snag, usually your just very vigilant and (if their able too) constantly checking on it/moving it out of the way, I would say it's likely someone may risk functionality for fashion.

I would recommend looking up stuff like "Wheelchair fashion" or "disabled fashion" because there is so many people who do so many cool things. Find disabled models who do photoshoots, or disabled actors/actresses is another way too!

~ Mod Virus 🌸

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

impurity pt.1 - chaewon

- my first ever smut :D idk this particular outfit of chaewon’s honestly riles me up whenever i think about. nothing that bad, just pretty kinky i guess

- length: 1188 words

- chaewon x male reader

Being Chaewon’s boyfriend was something you never expected to be. Supporting her all the way from Produce 48, then through her Iz*One and Le Sserafim activities. You were pretty much living what every Chaewon stan wanted to do. 

The first few months of Le Sserafim’s debut was extremely difficult for both Chaewon and you. There was a lot of work that Chaewon had put in to ensure that her second debut went well and garnered the attention of many netizens and her newly appointed responsibilities as leader of Le Sserafim placed an even greater burden on the girl. The bullying scandal with Kim Garam forced Le Sserafim and their management team back to the wall where they had to adapt to moving forward as a 5 member group. This considerably heavier workload meant that Chaewon seldom had the time to spend time with you and go on dates like you guys used to after her time in Iz*One, making you extremely troubled and constantly worried for her well-being. 

After her debut, you guys could both put time aside to spend more time with each other and your feelings for one another developed even more intensely, going so far as to staying the night over at your house or crashing at the dorm in Chaewon’s room. In a blink of an eye, they geared up for their first comeback, Antifragile, which was an absolute hit amongst the kpop industry. Chaewon soon returned to her busy schedule and you started being able to count the number of days of which you hadn’t seen your little tiger. 

Then, in what seemed to be the middle of the Antifragile promotion era, you received a text from the one and only...

hey baby, i end early today. wanna crash at yours and spend some time together?

Without hesitation, you immediately replied.

sure! what time will you be coming over ? need me to pick you up?it’s getting kinda chilly these days

ah it’s fine, manager-nim will drop me off today. see you in about an hours time

Deciding to set the tone, you decided to put on Impurities, the b-side track from the comeback album, and tidy up your apartment. 

Can you see huh

You hear the sound of tiny delicate hands knocking on your door right as the song reaches its chorus.

“ Oppa !” Chaewon exclaims as she dashes right into you and hugs you. She lets go and takes off her puffer jacket, setting it aside on the sofa in the living room. Below it, she’s wearing the stage outfit she wore back when the group was filming the MV for Impurities. Chaewon’s features are hugged by the seemingly small outfit. Her small but perky tits are accentuated with this outfit along with her short skirt that draws your eyes down to her fishnet stockings that fails to hide her mole on her left thigh as well as her defined leg muscles. 

She then jumps back onto you again. This time, you catch her with your arms on her thighs as her lips crash into yours, displaying how dearly she has missed you. 

She pauses for a moment.

“Hey, isn’t this my song? I even filmed the music video in this same outfit !” 

“Well, I couldn’t help myself could I ? It’s such a good song. And about the outfit, it suits you very well my little cheetah.”

“You have such a way with words. Take me to the bedroom, I need you right now.” 

The kiss resumes as you rush into your bedroom, your balance awfully unstable, crashing into the furniture and the door. You throw her onto your bed and begin undressing each other. You take off her top, revealing her perky mounds and her toned abs, moving up and down with every deep breath that she takes. Then her skirt comes off with ease, revealing her glistening slit. As Chaewon moves her hands to take her fishnets off, you stop her in her tracks, whispering into her ears, “Keep it on, it looks really sexy on you.” You then dive head first into her honeypot, thrashing your tongue about inside, earning a few quivering moans that escape from Chaewon’s mouth. “Ahhh… how I needed this so much… You have no idea…” She places one hand on the back of your head, locking your head in place as the other grabs onto the bed sheet like a cheetah’s paw. Her hips arc like a wave as she moves her body to get the most pleasure out of the absolute work you're doing to her. Then, her hips start to buckle as a wave of her girl juice gushes out of her slit and onto your face. The pressure from her hands gradually softens as she pants out of exhaustion from reaching her high. “That was haa…the haa…first time in a haaa…that I’ve came.” 

Chaewon then positions herself at the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the side. “Let’s try something new shall we? I want you to facefuck me in this position.” You're surprised by this sudden suggestion but obviously you’re not going to say no to such a dirty minded idea. Chaewon grabs your rock hard cock and kisses it at its base and at its tip, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your synapses. Then, she swirls her tongue around your cock and puts a bit of your length into the mouth that has sung many iconic song lines. Maybe that’s the reason why she is so good at giving head, the repeated vocal tension has allowed her mouth muscles to move in ways unimaginable to the human mind. You then lift her head up gently and start thrusting your throbbing length down her mouth. You look down and take in the sight to behold, her bare body with just her fishnet stockings around her beautiful legs spread out right on the bed and her face unable to be seen except for your cock moving in and out of her mouth as she gags and her spit start to form a mess around the sides of her mouth. Unable to contain your pleasure, you start groaning in pure ecstasy and lust. You start speeding up your thrusts as you near your climax. Just as you’re about to finish, you reluctantly pull your length out of her mouth as you aim your cock onto her body spread out right in front of you and spurts of white fly onto her breasts and her toned midriff, Chaewon gasping for breath underneath you. 

“Wow, that was amazing Chae, where the heck did you learn about that?” 

“It was just something I saw on one of those porno channels in the hotels in Japan, it really turned me on and when I was getting eaten out by you just now, I suddenly got reminded of it. I’m glad you enjoyed it though !” She sits up and smiles at you with your cum dripping slowly down her upper torso using two of her fingers, she scoops a smudge of it up, and licks the cum cleanly off her digits.

“Delicious.”

[des2dream]

Sailor Moon Thought 4! Sera Myu Power Make Up!

We have the anime! We have the failed American-ized version of Saban Moon! We have the live-action adaptation in the 2000s! What else is left for these sailor guardians? Ah, yes! The live shows! Since during the 90s of Sailor Moon's success, there were multiple live stage show musicals preferred to as, Sera Myu! Several of these stage performances decided to take on original stories to keep audiences interested rather than just repeatedly going over the story arcs we've all learned to remember. I hadn't known about these musicals until a few years ago and I've recently decided to take a look at a couple from the past. They're actually a lot of fun. A few of the musicals actually have our sailor guardians battle against vampires! There's also your goofy side-villains, fun side-characters, and fun songs. To this day, Sailor Moon is still not off the stage so if anyone has any plans on seeing a show, then no harm in giving it a try!

[necronatural]

i want to read ORV, but where do I start - i see the novel fan TLs and the official webtoon adaptation - which path? i am not afraid of words.

It's perfectly fine to read the webtoon first and then the novel as a sort of visualizer, + its always nice to go that route so the adaptation changes don't piss you off. I never got that far into it because I wasn't really connecting with it. I skipped ahead to the most recent chapters and it's still great at communicating the action so I give it a 👍

The webnovel is definitely the de facto method of consuming ORV; the entire story is fundamentally structured around the novel format, and Kim Dokja's narration becomes more and more of a character in of itself around 25% through and maintains that presence through the entire series. Any format besides Novel is intrinsically a downgrade because of this. But now is a great time to do a webtoon->webnovel reading order, because the webtoon is currently at the exact arc where you start needing to be inside Kim Dokja's twisted little mind (Dark Castle).

The Webnovel website (BOO HISS) took down ORV, presumably in anticipation of Ize Press' release highlighting how awful the speed-TL work they used is. Remember, of course, that ORV's first volume is 200k words and it's only been a year, so the licensed translation will still take a while.

In the meantime, there is the ebook. It's beautifully formatted, and creates a consistency across the novel the unedited original translation never had. I have it on my e-reader and its been all I've been reading for the past month.

[ask-rav3rz-kr3w]

Raver what was you birth planet like and how does the cultures compare to that of home?

"ugh.. do i HAVE 2 answer diz?? Fine whatevz....... >:T"

"Xephoria might look 'beautiful' n 'etheral' at first but ITZ FULL OF ASSHOLEZ WHO WILL SEND U AWAY IF U DON'T CONFORM 2 THEIR SHITTY STANDARDZ-"

"*cough cough*... srry abt dat."

"Us xephorians r highly adaptable, we have the ability 2 shapeshift our appearance, which is both a gift n a burden on dat god-forsaken planet, as we must conform 2 societal idealz. Our culture iz deeply controlled, w strict hiearchiez n expectationz placed on us..."

"Our emotionz r often surpressed and controlled, as losing control of one’z shapeshifting abilitiez can lead to social disgrace."

"..uh anyway, let'z talk abt sumthing else, not so... negative. Xephorianz live in a world dat iz more abt energy n light, w little emphasiz on material wealth. Our focuz iz on spiritual and internal growth."

"Our diet iz energy based, consuming the life force of plantz n da planet itself. Diz diet is considered pure... a very stark contrast 2 mah current diet (O_O;)"

[explosions-and-chill]

It was freezing and cold and required constant paste to just walk to the store back then. Earth kid hit me with a snowball I pretend it doesn't burn if I forget the paste.

Though you are right about the lava pits as an option. Hibernation is an option /jj

If it keeps everything warm and it doesn't snow like Earth then I'm a happy Irken.

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Surprise!/Name (Post War)

(A/N: uuuuh, I didn't expect this to reach over 1k words so...I guess it's a fic. I wanted to continue on the babby Fírnen train a little, and officially put down in writing why Islanzadí required Arya to be a crown regent until 2-3 years post war {why Arya and Firnen didn't leave with Eragon and Saphira. I think like a year passes between end of the war and them leaving either way, yeah?}. To put it simply, Iz survived Barst's blow, but it destroyed so much of her arm and shoulder that she lost it at the shoulder joint. Working with Glen helped a lot, but it takes Rhunön a good while to develop, fit and test a prosthetic for her, and it takes Iz a longer time to heal physically and mentally, adapting to this new world as well as her new arm.

But this? This is mostly just cuteness imo. Oh and it's like a sentence, but I'm exploring further effects that use of the Name has. It's not a long term effect but Murtagh, Eragon and Arya all feel/have effects from being in proximity/using it. Cheers!)

~~~

Arya stood outside her mother’s room, staring at the door. It wasn’t without some irony that she was the one there, rather than the other way around. She was sure the scene had played out hundreds of times at her own rooms, Islanzadí waiting for her daughter to shake off whatever effects the war and imprisonment had on her psyche.

She didn’t knock. Just pushed her way in. Shredded the wards the former queen had set to prevent just such a thing from happening with a deft trailing of her fingers. The Name still lingered in her blood, pulsing with each heartbeat. Eragon had reported similar effects, the unintentional reworking of magic at barely a thought. It would have to be studied, but for now…it had uses.

“Go away.” 

Islanzadí’s voice was low and raw. Even from where she sat in the wicker chair with her back to her daughter, Arya could tell she had been crying again. Staring out the hazy half drawn curtains, her remaining hand curled limply in her lap. The blanket around her shoulders hid the new slope her right side ended in, the sudden drop at the end of her collarbone. 

Arya closed the door behind her. “That’s my line.” She couldn’t help the wry tilt to her lips. How odd it was to be on this end of things. “And I know you’ve been asking about where I’ve been.” The grin fell. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have disappeared like that. Especially now.”

Silence hung heavy between them. 

“I’ve been staying at the Crags. Cleaning the place up.” Arya shifted on her feet. It wasn’t exactly true, but it wasn’t a lie either. “I want you to come by and see it.”

“I don’t want to.” Islanzadí’s voice was hollow. “Another time.”

Her daughter sighed. “Glen said you haven’t left your rooms for a week.”

“And you would know that if you ever thought me worthy to speak to.” The sharp barb slapped back. Arya took it without complaint.

Instead she tried a gentle prod. “You need to keep moving. It’ll be worse if you don’t.” The former queen snorted. “Look, mum, I am sorry I didn’t come. There was…something happened. And I wanted to share with you, I did. I still do. But I thought…” The words felt dry on her tongue. “I thought you’d come out. I didn’t think you would need me here. And that was wrong.” 

Islanzadí shifted slightly. It was only to curl in on herself even more than before. “There is nothing out there that I wish to see.”

“You’re being stubborn.”

“Go away, Arya.” 

Arya sighed again. “No. I told you, there is something that I need to share.”

“Go. Away.” There was a growl in the voice this time. Finally. Some kind of emotion. “Leave!”

Despite the anger in her mother’s voice, Arya was smiling. She knelt in the moss and carefully lowered her bag to the floor, shutting the curtains with a word. Islanzadí cursed, but the younger elf paid her no mind as she tugged the drawstring open and helped the bag’s occupant disentangle himself.

‘You’re getting a bit big for this bag, hm?’ A soft pulse of pride at his growth, mirth that he was again being transported as he had when he was inside an egg. ‘Be gentle with her. She’s hurting.’ The nearly two week old hatchling stretched his neck out and bumped his snout against his Rider’s nose.

“Don’t scream.” Was the only warning Arya gave before she let the little dragon clamber all four paws onto her clasped together fists and forearms and helped him launch into the air.

He sailed. Up, over, and promptly folded emerald wings and dropped right into the unsuspecting Islanzadí’s lap.

Islanzadí jolted. Her mouth opened, about to yell a scathing retort at her daughter for being so damn infuriating as to throw something at her, especially when she damn well knew she couldn’t catch anything right then, let alone somethin–

Green. Scales. A set of wings flared out for balance as little talons grasped at her covered knees. Amber eyes, bright, inquisitive, eager, proud, meeting her own.

Dragon. 

That. 

That was a dragon. 

There was a dragon in her lap. 

A small one. A small dragon. A small green dragon. Purring. 

There was a baby dragon in Islanzadí’s lap and her brain was no longer thinking of the feeling of her clenched right hand, her aching shoulder, the new ways her body moved and there was a dragon in her fucking lap and it was flicking the tip of its tail and sniffing her remaining arm and now he was looking straight at her.

A wheeze left the former queen’s chest. 

“What the fuck?” 

The hatchling burbled at her, a big, toothy grin that was somehow oh so familiar. Oh, that was not the first time he had heard that word, no ma’am. 

“Wh…” the words came tumbling out. Elation and shock and even a bit of fear. “Who’re…? Who did you…?”

A pair of hands filled her vision. Just as familiar as that silly little pointy smile. Scuffed, scarred, worked, her daughter’s hands. 

The left palm gleamed with an otherworldly silver mark.

The beaming smile was evident in Arya’s voice. “Surprise!” 

And the emerald hatchling clambered up, careful of her right side, and got nose to nose with his Rider’s mother. 

‘Surprise!’ 

Then, with the proudest puff of his chest, the little hatchling sat back on his haunches. He was getting so good at his words!

‘Fuck!’ 

There was a long silence.

Islanzadí blinked. “Well…that settles any doubt, then.”

“String Bean!” Arya sounded exasperated even through her thoughts. “I told you, you can only say that word when I say that word!”

He looked particularly smug. ‘Fuck.’

Arya dropped her face into a hand. “Fuck.”

“String Bean?” The new Rider peeked from between her fingers. “Please tell me–”

“It’s not permanent.” Arya trailed around the wicker chair and sat with her back braced against the wall below the window. “Actually, it’s part of why we’re here.” She opened her arms slightly in invitation. The dragon dove off her mother’s lap with a chirp and pounced headfirst into the woman’s sternum, eliciting a cough. “He needs a name.”

Islanzadí leaned back and rested her chin on her remaining fist, brows furrowed. “Brom is still here, is he not? Surely he has a wider–”

“We already tried.” Her daughter cut her off. “He didn’t like any of them. The…others. That Eragon left. They didn’t have any he liked either. Ow.” Arya winced at the hatchling’s claws pricking her thigh as he got comfortable. He was certainly growing at a decent pace. 

“Why me, then?” The former queen’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “I cannot allow you to name him after your father.”

“No, no. He’s not got the same…hm, the same presence as he had. He’s different.” Arya rested a hand in the gap of the little one’s spines as he finally settled. “I wanted to ask you before I told him the name of Great Aunt Tenari’s dragon.”

Islanzadí’s eyes brightened at the memory. Her aunt, her father’s sister, had been chosen as a Rider centuries ago. Tenari had been a streak of lightning, a force of nature, in the order’s ranks, driven and more boisterous than many elves dared even during the more freeing time of the golden age’s midpoint. Her dragon had been much the same, a massive teal male with scattered groupings of deep emerald scales that peppered his body like green stars. 

The woman would never forget the feeling of looking into one of his great eyes when she was little. The sunlight that seemed to radiate from their depths, the warmth and booming, rich timbre of his mental voice that felt like laying safe in summer fields of grass and flowers in the Beor mountains, the towering peaks looming above. 

He had been a sight to behold. And even more, he was the perfect companion, the perfect match of energy and light and presence for Tenari. Both so wild and so free, so soaked in the sun and open to the world that they would so eagerly carry on their shoulders if asked.

“I think it would honor them, Tenari and Fírnen both, if this little one wanted to carry on his legacy.” The tilt of Islanzadí’s lips felt almost wistful. If only they could see what had become of their family now, on this very day.

“Fírnen.” Arya tested the name on her tongue, the smile that it brought. How she had yearned to meet him, meet Tenari, after seeing the few fairths that had been saved. She begged Oromis and Glaedr for stories of their adventures and was always disappointed at the meager handful that survived. Tenari and Fírnen, not only Oromis and Glaedr, Brom and his beloved Saphira, had been one of the driving forces for her to take up the fight so young. 

The name felt right. But it was not her decision to make.

“Well?” Arya looked down at the glittering emerald bundle in her lap. “What do you think? Fírnen? As your name?”

The hatchling mulled over it. She could feel him turning the name over in his mind, examining it from different angles. A thread reached out and studied her memories surrounding the name, the fairths she had seen of the teal dragon and her great aunt. 

A soft purr of acceptance vibrated through Arya’s hand draped in the hollow of his spines. The dragon gave a sharp nod, the thoughtful glint still in his eye. ‘Fírnen. Good name. I am Fírnen.’ He nodded again, firm and sure. ‘Good shit.’

“What on earth have you done to him?” Islanzadí’s voice held no anger, just dry amusement.

Arya ignored the comment and lifted Fírnen up, elated. “Fírnen!” She beamed, bright laughter bubbling from her throat. “You have a name now!” Smoke drifted from the sides of her partner’s parted jaws, the same bright beams of sunlight dancing in amber eyes. “Arya and Fírnen! One of the best Dragon and Rider pairs to walk Alagaësia!” Arya laughed again. “No, to Fly! Fírnen, one day we will fly together! That’s incredible! Flying! You and me!” 

Islanzadí couldn’t help her own smile. This. This is what she had wanted to see after so many years. Her daughter, happy. Looking to a future without war. So much had been lost, she had wondered if she would ever see that smile again. 

And even though she could still feel her right hand clenched in an unyielding fist, her elbow bent and shoulder braced against Barst’s blow…Islanzadí knew in that moment, this fleeting piece of time and memory shared with her daughter, her daughter the Rider and the dragon Fírnen. Everything had been gained. 

[asexual-spongebob]

Wail Of The Siren - Master Post:

(stamps are by @/jolte0m !) (Last edited: December 20th, 2024) Basic info:

Wail Of The Siren is an AU where Dib and Gaz are sirens, it’s kinda an h2o like thing but instead of turning into sirens whenever they encounter water, they only turn into sirens when specifically in salt water.

Their transformation is much like that of Freeform’s Siren, which I haven’t watched but have seen some clips of.

Is post IZ: Enter The Florpus, does not line up with the comics (Other then issue 7) though because I haven’t read many of them.

Tak and Mimi are back, Skoodge and Tenn are also there after crashing on Earth.

Is ZaDr + TaGr centric, with some minor GaMf (could also be interpreted as GaMqp) KaZf, DaKf, KaSf, ZaSf, and TaSf (tenn and skoodge friendship). And also Gaz, Dib and Membrane.

Clembrane is there too :)

AU Summary:

Dib accidentally gets a chemical spilt on him and Gaz after accidentally dropping it while in Membrane’s personal lab. At first, the two don’t think much of it, other then Dib strangely eating raw fish at night a week after, until Dib and Gaz go to the beach.

Dib dives into the water, everything is fine and dandy at first. But then, he feels a strange sensation come over him, as if his legs are fusing together. They glance down at their hands in horror. They’re webbed, scaly and green.

He wonders what the hell is happening to him, but he then remembers the incident in the lab that occurred two weeks ago, putting two and two together.

The chemical had turned them into a siren. They go find Gaz to show her, Gaz is absolutely horrified, wondering what the hell happened to her sibling.

She asks what happened, Dib says he thinks it was the chemical. Gaz has an oh shit moment and wonders if that also means she’s a siren too. Dib figures that she probably is, and it is confirmed shortly after Gaz gets into the water. She’s a siren to.

After that, the story basically follows Dib and Gaz after they became sirens, with some ZaDr, TaGr and GaMf (or GaMqp depending on how you interpret it) and also Tenn, Skoodge and Keef as well.

Chapters:

AO3 Link

Wattpad Link

Links the chapters on Tumblr:

Chapter 1: The Stolen Salmon

Chapter 2: An Invader’s Return

Chapter 3: The Offer

Chapter 4: Chopsticks

Chapter 5: Song Of The Siren

Chapter 6: Hyacinth

Chapter 7: That’s What You Get When You Let Your Heart Win

Chapter 8: Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 9: Bullet With Butterfly Wings

Chapter 10: Spaceboy, I’ve Missed You

Ask and Answer:

When is Zim going to discover that Dib is a siren?

What got you into the whole mermaid/siren thing?

What are Dib and Gaz’s favorite fish?

If your fics had theme songs, what would they be?

How Would Gaz react if I gave her a bucket of Fish?

Does Dib ever tell the Swollen Eyeballs he’s a siren?

Videos/Shit posts/ other stuff regarding the AU + WOTS: The Animatics.

these are videos or shit posts I’ve made about the AU, some of which are apart of a animated adaptation of the fic I’m making. There’s also a short comic too

Wail Of The Siren as Vines

The Teabag Incident

Incorrect Quotes

Short comic, which is a redraw of when Zim found out Dib was a siren

Pinterest boards for the au!

WOTS: The Animatics:

Part 1: Introduction

Wail of the Siren: Episode 1: The Stolen Salmon.

Wail of the Siren: Episode 2: An Invader’s Return.

Wail of the Siren: Episode 3: The Offer.

Character Designs:

Tenn and Skoodge

Dib and Gaz

Zim, Tak, Gir and Mimi

Dib, Zim, Gaz and Tak as adults!

Tenn, Skoodge and Keef as adults!

Meet Sev!

Meet Ska!

Meet Vela!

Meet Ghost!

Meet Fran!

AU Lore

Part 1: Fun Facts

Part 2: Irken culture/other stuff

What Lurks Beneath the Surface:

What Lurks Beneath the Surface is a sequel to Wail Of The Siren. It takes place a year after its predecessor and is a bit more darker (while still having the humor of the original) than its predecessor. Taking place directly on Dib’s 13th birthday. Everyone knows the superstition behind 13 being an unlucky number, and that couldn’t be more true here.

Dib and his family get kidnapped by a former friend of Professor Membrane, Devon Walters. On Dib’s 13th birthday.

Unlike its predecessor, It will dives into the depths known as Professor Membrane’s past, instead of what lurks on the surface.

Installment Summary:

It’s been a year since the chemical spill Professor Membrane’s lab, a year since Dib and Gaz became sirens.

It’s now Dib’s 13th birthday, nothing could go wrong right? Yeah right.

Zim and Tak, an unlikely duo now must save their partners Dib and Gaz, and their father, Professor Membrane from the clutches a ghost of Membrane’s past.

Chapters:

AO3 Link

Chapter 1: Unlucky 13

Road Trippin:

Road Trippin is the third and final installment of the series, taking place not long after What Lurks Beneath the Surface.

In it, Zim accidentally creates a smeet while on a strange planet and brings them home. Him and Dib and their friends then go on a crazy road trip, and chaos ensues, Zim feeling nervous about being a parent, though.

It also includes the AU’s ending, where Zim and Dib become ghosts. Same w/ the others.

Installment Summary:

Not long after the “Dib, Gaz and Membrane got kidnapped” incident Zim, Dib, Gaz, Tak and the others go on a road trip for the summer. With the addition of Zim’s and Dib’s new, accidentally created smeet, Seven. Chaos ensues.

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Alt Title: a group of stupid kids go on a krazy road trip 2gether with a baby.

AO3 Link

Next Gen:

Basically my ZaDr/TaGr kiddos in the au + other ship fankids fics n info. It’s basically a spin off of the OG.

Discovery: (oneshot):

summary:

Vela discovers that she isn’t half irken and half human, but rather half irken and half siren.

Ao3 link

S.I.R.K.E.N:

Summary:

To most, Vela may seem like the average, typical and mean pre-teen girl. Even if her family is well… a little strange. (And… she’s definitely not a siren and alien hybrid…) (yeah right.)

She’s quite unpopular, and doesn’t really have friends. Well. Other than the long dead spirits she summons occasionally. But, she always treats one kid different. Ghost Wallace, a shy, timid and anxious boy. She just can’t hide a smile from him.

However, out of all of her enemies, she hates one most. Frances "Fran" McKinley. A rude, snobby, bitchy rich girl. She just so happens to be the daughter of Rick and Micki McKinley. Two famous celebrities.

Despite Fran’s recent arrival, her, Vela and Ghost became quick enemies, after Fran figured what Vela really was. A Sirken freak.

Will the three put their differences aside and become friends, or something more? Or will they continue to be bitter enemies?

AO3 Link.

Side Stories:

basically side stories for the au that I’m planning on making or have written.

Late Night Swim. - just a cute one shot w/ zim and dib.

Spooky Scary Sirens, Sending Shivers Down my Spine. (Halloween special)

Wots oneshots! Basically just a collection of one shots I’ve made for the au!

We Wish U A Merry Fishmas. (W.i.P title)