#tatf

[asexual-spongebob]

Wail Of The Siren - Chapter 5 - Song of the Siren (Originally published- 5/18/24)

Notes: here’s my hcs for Tenn and Skoodge :)

Tenn - they/she/it/purr, sapphic + bi, demigirl + demigender . Skoodge - he/him, bi. Tenn’s sir unit (which I named Vir) - they/it, unlabeled. Skoodge’s sir unit (which I just named sir lol, basically like canon) he/him, unlabeled.

I also put in my hc that the thingy on Tak’s head is her disguise projector (I could be wrong abt this one lol-) I think that end of this chapter was my favorite part to write. >:3 I also love how the chapter art for this one came out too :3

“Tenn? Skoodge? What are you guys doing here?” Tak asked. “It’s great to see you again though!” She adds.

Tenn and Skoodge stepped out of the spacecraft.

“It’s a bit of a long story… but uh… long story short, Skoodge crashed on Meekrob after was too much of a coward to go back home after the whole Hobo 13 Incident.” Tenn explained. “I was then stuck with him. We formed a friendship? I think that’s the word?” They add.

Tak nodded. 

“We were heading to Foodcourtia, but then realized the foodening was happening and ended up here.” Skoodge finished.

“I can take your ship back to my base and fix it if you’d like.” Tak offered.

“Oh that’d be great, thank you!” Tenn agreed. 

Tak dug around in her black messenger bag, it was covered in patches and pins.

“You can use these to disguise yourselves.” Tak said, handing two black hoodies to Tenn and Skoodge, carrying their Sir units.

Skoodge and Tenn thanked Tak as they headed to mew’s base.

Tak opened the front door and the group of six headed down to the basement.

Tak began to fix Tenn’s ship, and a conversation began. 

“How have you guys been?” Tak asked. 

“Fine.” Tenn answered with a chirp.

“How’s everyone back on Irk doing?” Tak asked. 

“Bad. Really bad… I’ve heard from the other Invader’s that Irk’s been in shambles ever since the Tallest got sucked into the Florpus hole.” Tenn answered with a frown.

“They’ve been scrambling to find new leadership.” They add.

“Are the Tallest dead?” Tak questioned.

“No one knows for sure. A lot of us assume they are, but other’s think they might still be alive.” Tenn replied.

“Oh, okay…” Tak replied back, not sure how to react to that information.

“How’s Zim?” Skoodge asked. 

“Fine. He’s been being Zim.” Gaz answered. 

“Hey Tenn, you want you can stay with me for now.” Tak offered.

“Oh that’d be nice! but what about Skoodge? Where is he gonna stay?” Tenn replied.

“Maybe I could stay with Zim?” Skoodge proposed.

“Yeah maybe he’ll let you stay with him.” Gaz said, “he’s mentioned you a few times.” She adds. 

“What did he say?” Skoodge questioned, “he said he was surprised you weren’t killed all those times.” Gaz answered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Skoodge grinned.

Mimi padded downstairs, she noticed Tenn and Skoodge.

“Hello there.” She greeted “Hi Mimi.” Tenn greeted back, Skoodge waved in greeting.

Mimi noticed Tenn’s sir unit, which she nicknamed, Vir and Skoodge’s sir unit, Sir.

“Hello my fellow sir units.” Mimi said with a bow, “You’re a cat, not a sir unit silly.” Vir giggled, “No I am, this is just a disguise” Mimi replied, Vir let out an “oh”.

Skoodge walked to Zim’s house, lurking in the shadows in the hopes of not being seen. 

Is this it? Skoodge wondered as he stood outside what he assumed was Zim’s house. 

Skoodge knocked on Zim’s door. 

“Hm… I wonder who that could be.” Zim said, then walking to the front door and opening it.

“Hello?” He uttered.

Zim couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Skoodge? What are you doing here?” 

“Uh… it’s a long story.. Is it okay if stay here for a bit?”

“Uh yeah sure I guess.” 

Skoodge took a seat on the couch. “How did you get here?” Zim asked, genuinely curious. 

“Okay uh…. It’s a long story but.. After the “Hobo 13” Incident I was too afraid to go back to Irk and me and my sir unit crashed on Meekrob.” Skoodge began, “And then I was stuck there for a bit and me and Tenn formed a friendship I guess.” Skoodge continued “Oh yeah and then we were on our way to Foodcourtia but we realized the Foodening was happening and we ended up here.” Skoodge finished. 

“Where’s Tenn?” Zim asked. 

“It’s staying with Tak.” Skoodge answered.

“Okay.” Zim replied. 

“You can stay in the basement I guess.” Zim adds. 

Huh… Gir’s been gone for a while. Zim realized as it glanced away from Skoodge at the tv.

Some boring sitcom was playing on it. 

“I wonder where Gir is. He’s been gone for awhile..” Zim said, starching his chin. 

“Maybe he’s out doing something important?” Skoodge suggested.

“Nah. Gir’s probably eating at the human’s call a “Waffle Cottage”. Or dancing at “Nightclub.” Zim disproved. 

Right then and there, Gir showed up, with a Suck Monkey in hand.

“HI MASTER!!! WHO’S DIS?” Gir shouted, Zim and Skoodge flattened their antennae.

“Uh… this is Skoodge and his sir unit.” Zim said awkwardly.

“Hi!!” Gir greeted with a huge grin on its face, Skoodge’s sir unit smiled back. 

“What’s your name?” Gir asked “Sir.” Sir answered. 

Gir shook Sir’s hand. 

The next day.

Zim was getting ready to head to Skool, “where are you going?” Skoodge asked, Zim looked over his shoulder and looked at him.

“Skool. It’s where the stinky humans get their education.” Zim explained.

“Can I come?” Skoodge asked “Yeah sure, let me just get you a wig and some eye contacts.” Zim replied, then giving Skoodge a curly, dirty blonde wig and blue eye contacts.

Skoodge put them on. 

“They’re a bit itching.” Skoodge remarked with a frown. “It’s fine, you’ll get used to them.” Zim retorted, then getting ready to head out the door. 

“Don’t do anything stupid Gir.” Zim shouted, “Please watch the house Sir!” Skoodge shouted, “Yes master I obey!” Sir saluted.

Skoodge and Zim then went to Skool, sitting through a boring lecture, Zim impatiently waited for the lunch bell to ring.

Zim fidgeted in his seat, staring at the clock, the bell then rang. Zim jumped out of its seat and sprinted towards the lunch room. “Wait for me!!” Skoodge called out. 

Skoodge sat beside Zim, Keef sat on the other side of the table. 

“Hi Zim! Who’s this?” Keef asked. 

“Hi Keef. This is my uh… relative Skoodge.” Zim answered, Keef’s eyes light up with excitement “Hi Skoodge!!” Keef greeted with a smile 

Zim watched Keef began to chat up a storm, Skoodge listened.

He was talking about this musical he had seen with his aunt called “Little Shop Of Horrors” and explaining the plot to Skoodge in great detail. 

Zim and Skoodge got back home, collapsing onto the couch.

“Hey um. Me and the Dib are going to be doing some math soon, don’t bother us, ‘Kay?” Zim said as it sipped some cola, glancing at Skoodge.

“Oh so like a date?” Skoodge assumed.

“NO. I DO NOT LIKE DIB! I can’t believe you’d think that!” Zim jeered.

“But if you hate him, how come you’re helping him?” Skoodge questioned, flicking his antennae.

“I am only helping Dib thing with math because Ms Bitters told me to.” Zim replied.

Skoodge let out an “oh” before heading to the basement.

“I can’t believe he assumed that I liked the Dib!” Zim scoffed, then sitting down on the couch, waiting for Dib to arrive. 

Dib made his way to Zim’s base after Skool.

“Hi Zim.” Dib said “Hi Dib.” Zim replied, letting Dib walk inside.

Zim and Dib look at seat on the floor.

Dib began to work on the problems, Zim gave him a look of annoyance. 

“You’re doing it wrong!” Zim snapped, “That’s not how you get a variable alone!” He adds.

“Oh… sorry..” Dib sighed, then biting the skin around his nail.

“What are you doing?” Zim asked, “Oh um.. sorry it’s just a bad habit of mine..” Dib said, looking down at his nails in disgust. He hated the way they looked, but he could never stop biting them.

“Anyway, let’s finish this up so we can get this over with.” Dib said, turning their attention back to the math.

Soon, Zim and Dib had finished the math.

Dib was gathering their stuff and getting ready to leave, until Gir barged in there.

“HI MASTER!” Gir smiled, “HI BIGHEAD!!” Gir shouted, running up to Dib and hugging their leg tight. “Oh uh- Hi Gir.” Dib greeted, petting the little robot’s head.

“I gotta get going but I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Dib said, “mhm.” Zim replied, sipping some soda.

Dib walked out the door and headed home. 

It was now a day later, Keef and Skoodge had been getting along great, and Zim and Dib were heading to Dib’s house.

Dib glanced at Zim as the two walked down the hall.

Dib noticed Gaz walk by “Hey Gaz, we’re heading home.” Dib said. “I’m not coming Dib. Me and Tak are going to the mall to pick up a copy of the new “Blood Lizards” album.” Gaz replied.

“Oh uh… okay! Be careful!” Dib warned, “we’ll be fine, Dib.” Gaz grumbled, then walking away to find Tak.

Zim looked down at his math assignment in horror. “How did I, the almighty ZIIIM get a f?!” Zim questioned, Dib let out a gasp. “You got an F? I thought you were good at math?” Dib remarked, “Yeah usually, unless it’s geometry.” Zim retorted.

“Geometry? That’s one of the few types of math I’m good at! How about I help you with that?” Dib proposed. “Uh.. yeah sure you can, Dib smell.” Zim replied.

Zim and Dib headed to Dib’s house, soon the two arrived and Dib unlocked the front door with his house key, once the door was unlocked, the two stepped inside.

Dib threw his backpack on the floor and guided Zim upstairs.

Dib and Zim took their shoes off before climbing into Dib’s bed and lying down.

“I find it funny how you don’t wear socks” Dib giggled, “Well. I don’t really see a point too.” Zim replied.

Zim pulled out his assignment. “Where did I go wrong here?” Zim asked, Dib looked at the problem carefully. “You used the wrong formula Zim, you used the rectangle formula for a triangle.” Dib explained.

“OH- that’s where I went wrong!” Zim remarked, now understanding where he went wrong.

Dib and Zim began to work on fixing the problem.

Dib stared down at the paper as they helped Zim. “Thanks Dib stink. I now understand this!”Zim smiled. 

“You’re welcome Zim.” Dib replied. 

Dib then noticed something, Zim had been holding their hand?

Zim flinched as soon as it realized what it had done. “I’m sorry that was an accident!” Zim shirked, “Hey it’s fine Zim. No need to apologize.” Dib replied, “You can always hold a uh… I dunno… person’s hand you know.” They add.

“Oh uh… okay then..” Zim sighed awkwardly.

I want to disappear… Zim mused out of embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Gaz, Tak and Tenn were sipping chamomile tea and eating cookies. 

“Hey Tenn,  wanna go to the mall with us? We were gonna pick up the new Bloody Lizards album.” Tak said “I could make you a disguise for you. If you’d like.” She adds. 

“What’s a mall?” Tenn asked, she had never heard of it before.

“Oh uh… it’s kind of like Conventia, minus the convention part, more like a large gift shop basically.” Tak answered as mew took a sip of mew’s tea. 

“Oh! That sounds fun, yeah I’d like to go.” Tenn smiled, “All right then, lemme go make you a disguise, it shouldn’t take long.” Tak said, then heading downstairs.

Within about 12 minutes, Tak came back with a small device, “Just put this on your head and you’ll be free to go!” Tak explained, Tenn nodded, then putting the device on her head. 

The projector worked, Tenn’s disguise had fair skin and a blonde perm haircut. “Thanks Tak!” Tenn smiled “You’re welcome.” Tak smiled back.

Tak grabbed her messager back, “Keep watch over the base Mimi.” Tak commanded “Yes master!” Mimi saluted. 

Gaz, Tak and Tenn headed towards the bus stop and waited.

The three soon boarded the bus once it arrived, “I’ll pay.” Gaz said, taking some change out of her pocket and placing it into the coin slot, then heading to the back of the bus, Tak and Tenn followed suit. 

And on their way they were, to get their grubby little hands, (or in Tak and Tenn’s case, claws.) on the new Bloody Lizards album.

“Wanna go hang out on the roof Zim?” Dib asked “Uh… sure.” Zim replied, still embarrassed at the fact xe had held Dib’s hand.

Dib climbed on the side of their house to reach the roof, Zim used xyr pak legs to climb. Dib panted once they reached the roof top, catching their breath.

Dib and Zim sat on roof, watching the sunset. 

“You know Zim… after this whole math thing made me realize somethings… maybe we aren’t as different as we think…” Dib said as he watched the sun sink below the horizon. 

Zim gave Dib a confused glance.

“Maybe… just maybe… we could be… friends?” Dib questioned, turning to face the irken. 

“But… aren’t you supposed to hate me, Dib-stink? And aren’t I supposed to hate you?” Zim replied.

“Maybe we don’t have to hate each other.. I’m not sure we really have a reason to anymore…”Dib admitted.

“Oh. So you want to be friends or something?” Zim questioned. 

“Yeah Zim, friends.” Dib answered. 

“That sounds…” Zim paused “nice.” Zim finally said. 

Dib nodded in agreement and smiled. 

Gir and Mimi had been watching them from behind. 

“Daaamn master’s got a friend!” Gir remarked with a smile. “Zim and Dib” and “friends” are words I thought I’d ever hear in a sentence.” Mimi remarked as she licked herself, Vir was eating popcorn, it was disguised as a rabbit.

“Gir? Mimi?” Zim questioned as xe turned around to face the two sir units, xe had an embarrassed look on xyr’s face. “Oh um- Hi Gir.. Hi Mimi..” Dib said  sheeplishly. 

Gir then left flew off the roof, it was off to the club, Mimi then disappeared into a dash of black, she was heading home. 

Zim and Dib sat on Dib’s roof in  silence. 

“Uh- see you later I guess?” Dib mumbled, breaking the awkward silence.

“Yeah. Uh. Bye.” Zim replied, “I need to have an important conversation with Gir.” Xe adds before getting off of Dib’s roof and heading back to xyr base.

The night sky was looming towards the horizon, I guess I’ll head inside now. Dib decided, carefully climbing off the roof.

Dib walked inside, he saw Gaz and his father sitting at the dinner table, the Foodio 3000 had prepared some chicken and rice.

Dib glanced down at his plate. Not the chicken and rice… Dib thought, immediately getting a flashback.

Peace is nice! Peace is nice! PEACE IS BETTER THEN CHICKEN AND RICE!!! 

“Hey kids, how was your day?” Professor Membrane asked as Dib took his seat. 

Gaz looked down at her plate with same expression, also thinking about the Florpus hole incident.

“Oh.. fine.” Gaz replied, then chewing on her chicken. “I went to the mall with Tak and her friend Tenn.” 

Dib snapped back to reality, “oh uh… great!” Dib answered, then eating a spoonful of chicken and rice. 

Membrane noticed the look on Dib’s face and the tone of his voice. “Is something wrong son?” He asked, “Uh… No! Everything’s fine!” Dib insisted. “Yeah. We’re definitely fine!” Gaz adds.

“Oh, alright then.” Professor Membrane said. They’ve been acting a bit strange lately…hopefully everything is okay… Professor Membrane worried. 

It was later that night, Professor Membrane was getting some well deserved rest and Dib and Gaz were at the beach. 

Gaz was out fishing, she was going to bring some back and show it to Tak and Tenn. 

Gaz bit down on a salmon she had just caught, I wonder what Tak and Tenn will think… she wondered. I might as well have a snack she mused, then taking small bites of her fish. 

Meanwhile, Dib laid on a rock which was in a cluster of piled up rocks that surrounded a tide pool, with some smaller rocks and stones scattered on the bottom, a few barnacles and star fish were also scattered around.

Most beach goer’s never went to that side of the beach because of the strange happenings there.

Some reported sightings of strange, fish like creatures with scaly tails, webbed hands and razor sharp, shark like teeth.

When Dib was about 9 or 10, a few years before Zim arrived and attempted to conquer earth, he had tried investigating these sightings, but nothing came of it. To his dismay, he never found any of these creatures.

They tried, and tried and tried, but eventually gave up, deciding to focus on hunting down other, less watery cryptids, like ghosts or Bigfoot, or the Jersey Devil that one time and Gaz went on that vacation to New Jersey. Or hunting down Mothman, when them and Gaz went on business trip with Professor Membrane to Virginia.

Dib propped themself  up onto one of the larger rocks, no one was around but them. 

Hm… maybe I can sing… no one’s around. They mused, then starting to sing lyrics of one of their favorite cavetown songs, Juliet. 

Keef was fishing farther out at sea, Zim sat in the boat, staring out into the distance out of boredom.

I wish i didn’t agree this. Zim mused as he stared at the starry sky, he had agreed to go on a fishing trip with Keef yesterday morning. But then he heard some strange sounds coming from afar.

It sounded like heavenly singing, like that of an angel’s. 

The antennae under his wig perked up and twitched. What is that beautiful sound? It asked itself, captivated by it. 

“Zim?” Keef mumbled, waving his hand in front of Zim’s face, trying to catch its attention.

Zim attempted to climb out of the boat, trying to reach that beautiful sound. 

“Ziiim!!” Keef yelled, trying to catch xe’s attention and stop xem.

But then, the beautiful singing stopped. Zim then snapped back to reality.

Zim fell on xyr back, looking up at Keef.

“Are you okay?” Keef asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah, I just heard something so… beautiful…” Zim marveled, as little hearts fluttered in xyr eyes. “What was it?” Keef asked “singing, beautiful, heavenly singing.” Zim answered.

Keef let out a gasp. Holy smokes! They thought in a panic.

Zim had heard Dib’s singing!

[aboutmercy]

i should go back to being insane about tom at the farm. i was having so much fun.

[telestoapologist]

nsft tatf idea under da cuuuut

spider in a meeting that he just has to be there for but like. it's not overtly important, so he lets sao suck him off beneath his shawl where no one can see/notice.

they also probably set a wager to make it more interesting, like how long he can last/keep his cool before he has to turn off on his end with the typical "bad connection" or "something suddenly came up and it's URGENT bye"

i'm noooot sure what spider would want from sao, though? probably something they own that he's been coveting for awhile but hasn't been able to get. sao meanwhile is like "hmm. i'll come up with something i'm sure~."

if sao ends up winning i like the thought of it being like:

R: "(grumble grumble, exhale) alright, whaddaya want?" S: "hm… i was thinking about that relic from your plundering days? the one that sings when you tap against it." R: "oh, you little- (is cut off because they go straight back to sucking him off again <3)" S: "want to try one more time? we could raise the stakes." R: "that's- (snarls, exhaling hotly, a light tremor in his voice) a-a little unfair if this is how we're starting, don't you think?" S: "hm! yeah, i guess you're right. (softly peck-sucks against his glistening tip as they part from him, eliciting a quiet grunt from the spider) how about we settle it later, then? no calls, no interruptions. just two gentlemen engaging in a good, clean wager. sound good?" R: "(slumps, sighing) yeah, yeah. though... before we get to it, let's discuss what we're putting on the table first when the time comes, eh?" S: "(bows respectfully) you have my word, my baron. i'll be sure to make it worth your while. R: "heh, you'd better."

also he kinda "cheats" later to make sure he doesn't have to give up what he likes so much, but also to get back at them- does the whole "oh, you didn't say we couldn't do/use (x), now did you?" asdfbgfd (they're into it though dw)

[these-are-the-first-steps]

At the cafe to write. Dunno what to write. So, you lot tell me.

[gunbf]

also half my mutual circle is into tatf we need a girl (me) to carry us. do u get what i mean

[chronophobica]

how many times can i redesign the same person you ask? well,

(in order left to right, top to bottom: cc!ranboo, dsmp, origins, ghost, pokemon au, ran tftsmp, ranbob tftsmp, tubbo and the forgotten, 30 days, roleswap au)

[nicopoussain-blog]

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[demelza]

Seven comfort films

I was tagged by @suzteel thank you!!

Rules: Name 7 comfort films & tag seven people.

1. Mamma Mia 1&2

2. Into the spiderverse

3. Any lotr movie

4. Nos jours heureux

5. Ferris bueller's day off

6. High School Musical

7. T*m at the farm

I tag: @fairytalespond @dyadoforce @yelena-belxva @oetravia @bards-rights-activist @ninswhimsy @siriusblacks

[aboutmercy]

day 3 of tatf brainrot and this is how i feel

i’m still thinking about dead dove yaoi (tom at the farm)

[tom-at-the-farm]

Xavier Dolan is making a TV show based on a play by the same guy who wrote Tom at the Farm, and the plot synopsis begins with:

The story follows Mirielle, a thanatologist who comes back for the embalming of her dead mother.

This is what I deserve. If it ever gets made I’m sure Canada will try to stop me from watching it, so I will need all my Canadian mutuals to send it to me frame by frame.

[these-are-the-first-steps]

It’s always bizarre running into some random account that has blocked this one, the ✨Star Wars Blog✨. 😂

What on earth?? Who are you even?? My only conceivable guess is that they are/were anti-reylo once upon a time and picked me up off someone’s obligatory hate list years ago. In which case, I have a strong side-eye for these places posting content that have a random og reylo/sw blog blocked with zero interaction on the record, and I figure it’s better not to reblog from them anyway. 👀

[tomellisarchive]

“You smell like him… You smell like him. And you have the same voice… The same fucking voice.” — Tom at the Farm (2013, dir. Xavier Dolan)

[lucidlucy]

I can see that. I don’t think it’d be editing on the level of overhauling a story, just definitely fluidity. Going through one specifically there are so many instances of “the man” or “the woman” (just to name one hang up) that I just want to bury myself with shame, haha. Now that I’ve evolved a bit more those things are so glaringly wrong that it makes it hard to revisit something.

On editing old fics

Writer friends—do any of you go back and edit your old fics? I’m seriously considering going back and doing SPAG/line edits because I attempted to read some of it and...eesh. But idk how common that is or if it’s even worth it to do that.

Any of you out there who have, how do you tackle such a thing?

[lilithsaur]

Lili, could you draw that scene where Morozko is hovering over Vasya and playing with her hair as she sleeps while her brother Sasha stares daggers at the both of them? 😂 Im so sorry it’s a lot and I know you’re not keen on requests but I keep seeing that scene in your style in my head so I wanted to try my luck! (you are welcome to tell me to fuck off) 💜TATFS

omg, no, i would never tell you to fuck off, you are a friend!

I can’t promise sasha BUT morozko playing with vasya’s hair, i might make that happen!

[rottenbrainstuff]

im so sorry I left like twelve thousand comments on your winternight posts. I came in to see how it was going like a nosy fool and got excited. im sorry! xD --TATFS

Never ever apologize for leaving a thousand comments, it’s delightful to have chats with people on here and especially in the last few years it’s been pretty quiet, which is especially disappointing on my art account. I have tons of reblogs every day! And no comments anymore, like, ever.

So comment away! I will answer them in a bit cause I like talking about this book