#oh hecc

[ms-scarletwings]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thebekashow]

Hey Bob can I have a kiss

He forgor he was allergic to cats ._ .

He'll have to go take some medicine

[sodaliterock]

Gecc

[mouse-romance]

The whole asexual vs hyposexual diagnosis is kinda outrageous. So basically if youre fine with being ace, youre asexual, and thats it. But if youre freaked out about being ace, you have an illness that needs to be cured (???) As if there werent any emotional/psychological factors in this society that could produce stress over being ace culturally or interpersonally. It really rubs me the wrong way.

[post-cal]

|| can't wait for my day off, I'm going to draw ALL THING

[welcxmetxthechaxs]

'Jeez who's sounding the alarm out here?'

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Bobba, I just realized we both have something in common..

Yippee :3

"Just.. hang in there."

[inkz123]

Just a teensy bit more and i'll be done with the art rafflessss👏👏👏

I know ive taken so long with em, but i wanna post them all together consecutively, is that the word? Uhhh like one after the other, one each day yea yea

I'm bout 90% done with the last one out of the three, so for the winners of the raffle, expect them to be posted sometime this week, and thanks for being so patient qwq🙏💕

[pumpkinpie59]

a messy sketch w/ color from a scene i have in my head cONSTANTLY

lotus brings an injured leonardo home with her to nurse him back to health

at first her only focus is making sure he’s comfortable and that he’s healing, but once he’s in a good enough place where he’s able to sit up easier … well …

a kiss is looking real tempting now

[denalilunamoonsshenanigans]

(I have been thinking nonstop about this au Denali. I adore the idea of Fawn and how they just live their life.

Fawn would be genderless as mewtwo are but definitely uses she/her pronouns. In her mewtwo form, She'd only refer to herself as Fawn but in her human form, she adopts the surname of Mortem.

She has a companion in the form of a Houndoom, who she raised from an egg she found. She calls him Cerberus.

I have contemplated what she would do in her human form, if she would do anything. She may just be nomadic, only going into towns as a human if Cerberus needs care via a pokecenter. (She also will typically make her hair a bit shorter so it isnt dragging on the ground as she walks)

Her mewtwo form is about 6 feet tall.

That's all.

I may explore more pokemon Denali or it may be a different universe. I dunno yet.)

[cormiemochi]

I took a dip back into traditional art to make a traditional gift badge for the heccin’ amazing @sleepysquamata with lots of little details!! I had such a blast making this for such an awesome friend and person, they truly deserve a whole ton of love and appreciation aaaaaaa!! <3

[togetherhearted]

After ages I went back to Twst.

I wanted to give it another chance.

Truth is,the game isn't giving me the login bonuses 😅

[perfectly-disfigured]

Late night shit post. But I don't think we as humans realize how often we do something until it changes us.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 181 }

perfect.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: i need to write out a sudden brainrot with another thirst post. if n-fw stories make you uncomfortable, or you are a minor, i recommend you skip this story and read my more fluffy stories.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

anonymous said: Reader who's insecure x Jinwoo who fucks the insecurity out of them, like wdym you think you don't deserve someone like him? Hecc no I am gonna marry you one of these days 🙄😍😍😍😍 LMAOOOOOOO

anonymous said: oh my god… Belly bulge kink + dacryphilia +feral Jinwoo; This sudden thought got me thirsty and tweaking forreal ಠ⁠,⁠_⁠｣⁠��

jinwoo took notice of how oddly quiet you were after dinner. because it was your 5 year anniversary, he wanted to be his usual, doting self, wishing to spoil you with a delicious dinner while surprising you with yet another gorgeous piece of jewelry.

for this year’s anniversary, he gifted you a diamond necklace that had a diamond in the shape of a star, the chain made of white gold. your eyes were awed at such a gorgeous sight, and you were so choked up with emotion that you could do little but return his sweet kiss the moment he clasped the chain on your neck.

you had run to the restroom after dinner, and he recalls giving you one last kiss before you excused yourself. jinwoo had simply been scrolling through his phone, waiting for your return, when he sees someone from his periphery sidle up to him.

“hello handsome.” a sultry voice calls out to him, filling jinwoo with disgust as the woman presses her breasts against his shoulder. “i see you’re all alone, perhaps i can keep you company tonight?”

jinwoo’s eyes glow a threatening purple hue, and he nearly choked the damn wench when he icily tells her, “no, thank you. i’ve got everything that i need with the woman i love. she is the only one that has my heart, so i suggest you back away from me right this minute.”

perhaps it was the tone in his voice, or the way his handsome features were painted in a permanent scowl filled with hatred that made the loose woman immediately back away from him. she lets out a huff, flipping back her long curls as she hastily walked away from him (trying to keep what little pride she had left with her).

but damn, it seemed that the damage had already been done when you reappeared, expression appearing devastated as you clutch on tightly to the straps of your purse.

“sarang.” jinwoo’s voice loses all traces of annoyance and hatred upon seeing you. he gets off his seat, wrapping an arm around your form when he sweetly asks, “shall we head home?”

when a soft hum heard coming from you was all that he hears made the warning bells go off in jinwoo’s head. his eyebrows were furrowed, gently leading you away from the restaurant and back into the car as he drove you back home.

he was ready to open the door for you, but shockingly, you shove open the passenger door first, already marching toward your shared home with your keys in hand. feeling bewildered, jinwoo could do little but watch you with wide eyes.

his hands were clenched in fists, slamming it down against his vehicle, nearly placing a dent within it. you must have seen that damn minx trying to seduce him. he had to clear up all misunderstandings-

he had to remind you that you were the only woman for him.

after spending some time outside, (giving you a moment of solace alone), jinwoo follows after you, with a hand shoved deep into the pockets of his dress pants. locking the door, he goes toward your shared bedroom, pushing open the door fully to see you staring at your reflection with a forlorn expression.

your dress lay beneath your feet in a crumpled mess of fabric. dressed only in your undergarments, he watches as you pick and prod at your every features while running a hand down in a slow and deliberate manner down your body.

admittedly, just seeing you touching yourself (even in such a non-sexual manner) was enough to make a shot of desire course through him. feeling his pants begin to tighten, jinwoo had to let out a deep breath so that he could try to communicate with you properly.

“honey, what’s wrong?” he joins you, remaining behind you as he brushes his lips against your hair. a whimper escapes from your lips when you tell him (sounding completely and utterly heartbroken), “you deserve better than me.”

jinwoo felt his blood run cold just then, lips already parted to voice his protests when you interrupt him, “i saw the woman that came up to you tonight. she was gorgeous, jinwoo. her makeup and hair was flawless, and she had an hourglass figure that women die for. and look at me, i’m-“

“you’re the only woman who can make me this hard.” jinwoo leans down to whisper harshly in your ear, biting down against the shell of it as he purposely presses your half naked form to the spot between his legs, allowing you to feel the tent you had caused beneath you.

“j-jinwoo?”

he lets out a grunt of your name, wrapping both of his arms around your frame before slamming you down against the edge of the bed. eyes becoming dilated with desire for you, he gives your lips a searing kiss, groaning when he feels them part for him as he greedily steals a taste of you. while keeping his lips locked against yours, jinwoo takes off your bra that keeps your breasts hidden from him, uncapping it as he tosses it aside, earning yet another moan from you.

he was panting heavily as he looks down at you with lust and love in his eyes, seeing you nearly naked for him with the diamond necklace the only item that covers your body. such a seductive sight was enough to make his blood go red hot, making his cock grow even more for you.

he adored your kisses, he truly did-

but jinwoo was a starving man-

and he wanted a part of you that tasted so much sweeter than what your mere lips could offer.

jinwoo keeps your body still, kissing down every inch of skin he could reach before settling comfortably between the fat of your thighs. he sees the familiar wet stain against your panties, letting out a dark chuckle as he slowly takes off the damp fabric with his teeth alone. gently gripping at the bottom of your panties with his teeth, he continues to slide it down, allowing the sight of your soaked core to be freed for his eyes to see.

letting out a guttural groan of your name, jinwoo places his lips directly against your slick walls, his tongue diving in to taste and devour your honeyed sweetness as you cling to dear life against the sheets that made up your bed.

jinwoo knew your body better than the back of his own hand. he could play it like an instrument, eliciting the right amount of breathy sighs and high pitched moans as he uses his fingers and tongue to bring you to heaven.

when he feels you spilling yourself into his awaiting mouth, a dark chuckle escapes from him. he allows his lips to press a gentle kiss against your aching pussy before moving himself away from you.

“fuck, you taste so good… i can’t hold back anymore, i just can’t.”

your eyes remained hazy and unfocused when jinwoo simply tears off his expensive clothes, tossing them aside (like trash) until he was left just as bare as you were. while his hungry gaze remained honed in on your face, he could see the tears beginning to form against your pretty eyes.

and that just made his need to claim you increase even more.

with a groan, he pulls you closer to him by your thighs, the mushroom tip of his cock already pressed against your entrance when he immediately thrusts deep inside of you.

you cry out when he begins to harshly thrust in and out of you, leaving you a mess as you lost all of your senses. not a single coherent word leaves your parted lips, only able to gasp and moan and repeat babbles that sounded oddly like his name over and over again.

and jinwoo wasn’t faring any better, for the moment he completely sheaths his cock inside of you, that was the moment he lost all train of thought as well.

the powerful hunter was absolutely mesmerized at how well you were taking him in. just seeing the sheer girth of his erection being hidden inside of your sweet cunt, even bulging against your soft abdomen, was enough to make jinwoo cum right then and there.

such a sight was enough to make him pound into you even faster, muscles clenching in response as jinwoo’s sole purpose was to gift you pleasure-

and gift you pleasure he did.

after a few more expertly timed and angled thrusts, jinwoo could feel yourself clenching tightly around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth-

but it didn’t work.

even with the evidence of your sweet juices coating his cock, jinwoo remained painfully hard for you. he gives you a few seconds of reprieve before continuing to pound into you, allowing the evidence of your release to cause the sounds of his lovemaking to be more apparent. each thrust was accompanied with a wet, squelching sound that makes your face heat up considerably.

“jinwoo… oh my god… jinwoo!” your cries of his name were like music to his ears as he proceeded to make love to you, pinning you to your shared bed as your toes curled in response to each and every one of his harsh thrusts felt against you.

how could you possibly think that he deserved anyone that wasn’t you?

how could you not see that he actually saw a future with you, with the engagement ring he had plans on giving to you hidden within one of his drawers?

ah, but perhaps he’ll save his proposal for some other time-

a time where he isn’t busy filling and splitting you open with his cock as he brought you to paradise throughout the entirety of the night ♡

a.n. - i need to get this thirst post out of the way and out of my system, so please forgive me 😭🙏🏻 completely unedited bc this is so self indulgent agslggkhssdhf

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[click4rainy]

Helllooooo I have a request, or any of the earth realmers (you can choose) reacting to/sparring with a fem! Reader who due to trainging their whole lives are swole as hecc

Like okay hear me out..wide shoulders, thick arms, v-lines, abs the whole shabang (or however you spell it) maybe it’s a little flirty or they get a little flustered when reader manhandles them bc they’re used to female fighters being smaller (in both stature and muscle size(??)) so reader makes them act up and giggle and kick their feet y’know?????

MK1 characters reacting to Buff F!Reader

👽:Oui I like this prompt a lot so I did a small handful of the Earth Realm Defenders TeeHeeHee!!!

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Kenshi

⚠️:Flirty vibes, Banter, nothing awful tbhhh maybe a few innuendos.

Johnny Cage

★ Johnny watches you step into the training ring, arms crossed but eyes blatantly scanning you up and down. His usual bravado flickers just a little when you roll your shoulders, making those delts pop.

★ “Oh, wow—guns like that should be illegal.” He smirks but takes a slight step back. “I mean, I’ve seen muscle before, but you’re built like a final boss.”

★ You crack your neck and gesture for him to come at you. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ He lunges in, probably expecting to at least land a hit or two. But the second your hand clasps around his wrist, and you effortlessly twist him into an arm lock, his knees almost buckle.

★ “Whoa, whoa—hey! I bruise easily! These are million dollar arms, you know!” he yelps.

★ You don’t let go immediately, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were tougher than that, Cage.”

“Oh, I am,” Johnny manages, grinning through the pain. “I just didn’t expect you to sweep me off my feet literally. Buy me a drink—or dinner first, y’know?”

★ You roll your eyes and finally release him. As he stumbles back, he rubs his wrist, but there’s a sparkle in his eye. “We should spar more often. For… scientific reasons.”

Liu Kang

★ Liu Kang maintains his usual calm demeanor, but his eyes linger when you flex, your arms tightening as you prepare to square up. His gaze flickers away just a second too late.

★ “You’re… very disciplined,” he says, clearing his throat.

★ You smirk. “You can say it, Liu. I know you were checking me out.”

★ His lips twitch at the corners, but he doesn’t deny it. “I was merely admiring the results of your training. Impressive physique is a sign of dedication.”

★ You raise an eyebrow. “So you were looking?”

★ He opens his mouth to respond, but you rush him—and when he goes to defend himself, you grab his leg mid kick and hold it. His balance shifts slightly as his hand instinctively lands on your shoulder to steady himself.

★ For a second, neither of you move.

★ Liu blinks at you, his ears burning up. “I didn’t expect that.” He admits, feeling his chest tighten. He hasn’t felt this challenged in almost a century. And what you presented to him left him more than intrigued.

★ You tilt your head. “Sure about that? You’ve been watching me pretty closely.”

★ He exhales through his nose, the faintest smile playing at his lips. “I like to be thorough…”

★ With a gentle push, you lower his leg and step closer, your fingertips brushing against his chest. “And what do you think now that you’ve had a closer look, my lord?” You ask with a teasing lilt to your tone.

★ Liu meets your gaze steadily, though the flush on his cheeks deepens. “I think you are… stronger than most. And far more dangerous.”

★ You grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ “I meant it as one.” His quickly says, letting his eyes linger a little longer before he steps back into a ready stance. “Again?”

Kung Lao

★ Kung Lao was spinning his hat on his finger tip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His other hand rest on his hip while he watched you warm up.

★ He wore a lazy grin—but his eyes flickered down your frame more than once. “Didn’t realize Earthrealm was recruiting bodybuilders now,” he quips. “You could probably crush my head like a grape.”

★ You shoot him a look. “Want to find out?”

★ “Tempting,” Kung Lao says, stepping onto the mat. “But I’m more of a ‘flirt first, get crushed by your thighs later’ type of man, if I do say so myself.”

★You shake your head, feigning a lunge toward him just to make him sweat a little.

★ “WAIT—“ His eyes widen, and he holds his hands up in defense.

★ “Scared?” You lightly chuckle, more than enjoying the reaction from the big mouthed monk.

★ “Me? Never.” He tips his hat, but his bravado falters when you actually close the distance and he has to crane his neck just slightly to meet your gaze.

★ When the fight begins, Kung Lao tries to dance around you with agility. But the second he’s within reach, you grab his waist and effortlessly hoist him over your shoulder, slamming him down onto the mat.

★ He groans dramatically, sprawled out. “Okay… ow.” You cross your arms over your chest, looming over him with a knowing smirk. “Done already?”

★ He props himself up on his elbows, giving you a half lidded stare. “Y’know, most women flirt with a ‘hi, hello, how are you?’. But you just body slammed me… Not that I’m complaining, but wow.”

★ You laugh, offering your hand. “I can slam you again if you keep talking.”

★ “I might like that,” Kung Lao quips, taking your hand with a grin.

Kenshi

★ Kenshi stands calm, his sword resting loosely at his side as he listens to the shift of your footsteps. His blindfold scrunching with his furrowed brows, looking in your direction as if he’s tracing your outline in his mind.

★ “You have a strong presence,” he says softly, almost contemplative. His head tilts. “I can feel it from here. It’s… grounding.”

★ You smirk as you stretch your arms above your head, flexing beneath the light. Your shirt hikes up, revealing a sliver of your toned stomach. “That your way of saying I’m heavy?”

★ Kenshi chuckles under his breath. “No. It’s different. There’s weight in your stance… but not just physical. It’s the kind that draws attention without trying.”

★ His tone is even, but the way his head shifts just slightly toward the glimpse of your belly does not go unnoticed.

★ Kenshi moves fluidly when the spar begins, his sword gliding in measured arcs. But the rhythm breaks the second you step into his space, catching his wrist mid swing and twisting the blade from his grip without effort.

★ His breath catches almost imperceptibly as your hand tightens around his forearm. For a moment, he simply stands there, muscles tense beneath your hold.

★ “You disarmed me faster than I could sense it,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. His head dips lower, his unseeing gaze falling to where your hand grips him.

★ There’s a pause, his free hand lifting—hovering near your shoulder, like he’s mapping your shape by proximity alone. His fingers curl faintly in the empty space, but he doesn’t quite touch.

★ “…You’re stronger than I anticipated,” he admits after a beat, and there’s something almost reverent in his tone. “Much stronger.”

★ You lean in closer, your breath brushing against his neck. “Didn’t expect me to handle you so easily?”

★ Kenshi’s lips part slightly, as if he wants to retort—but the words catch. His hand finally lowers to your shoulder, his grip light, yet lingering as if testing how real the sensation is.

★ “No,” he answers honestly, fingers curling just slightly against the nape of your neck. “I didn’t.”

★ Your smirk deepens, and you let him go with a slow, deliberate motion. Kenshi takes a step back, but his hand trails lightly along your arm before slipping away.

★ He stands there for a moment longer, head tilted in your direction, his breath just faintly uneven. “I, I may need more practice…” Kenshi says finally, his voice lower than before.

★ You arch a brow. “Not used to someone stronger?”

★ He chuckles softly, his smile faint but genuine. “Not used to being this distracted.”

👽: I might make a part two to this with the rest of Earth Realm baby boys because this prompt got me GOING right now. 😩

Part two here