#what would this blog be without gir!!

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Okay, this is probably just me being Very Silly but… I think Roleswap AUs are a lot of fun, not just like… as a character design exercise thingy, but as a character exploration and analysis exercise… thingy.

Like, you know, it’s a game of ‘what would this character do if they were in that situation that this other character was in?’, ‘how much would change if those were the circumstances of this character’s life?’, ‘how much do you have to change about a character to make them work in this specific narrative role - and how much you just cannot change without making the character unrecognizable?’

So I’ve had a lot of fun playing around with my Adventure Time Roleswap AUs (you can get a better look at them with the AT Roleswap Tag on my blog). 

And I’ve been thinking if I could do a similar thing for Invader Zim - both because IZ has these clear Four Leads that you can swap around very neatly (actually much more than AT does lol) and… mostly because I’ve been going through yet another of my Literally Can’t Think of Anything but Invader Zim Phases and Roleswap AUs offer an exciting new opportunity to Rotate These Characters in My Head.

(For the sake of clarity, I’ll be using ‘the Alien’, ‘the Kid’, ‘the Robot’ and ‘the Sibling’ when referring to the Narrative Roles of Zim, Dib, GIR and Gaz respectively. So if I’m talking about a Dib-Zim Roleswap I’ll be talking about Zim-as-the-Kid and Dib-as-the-Alien. It might lead to weird turns-of-phrase later down the line, like Sibling!Dib when Dib is obviously always a sibling - but at least I hope it’ll be less clunky and more clear that way lol)

So, yeah, I had some Thoughts and Considerations about the idea of a Zim-Dib GIR-Gaz Roleswap, but all-in-all things fall into place pretty easily. Playing on Dib’s relatively-more-heroic role and his only-sane-man shtick by having him as a kinda Irken Rebel - he might still have the interest in magic and supernatural things that Mainstream Irken Science does not acknowledge, but mostly he’s seeing as ‘crazy’ for such ridiculous concepts as ‘conquering the galaxy just for the sake of it is Bad Actually’ and ‘maybe it’s kinda stupid to pick our leaders based entirely on how tall they are’ and ‘the Tallest are obviously blatantly figureheads and the Control Brains are running the show’. 

And to add insult to injury, it’s not just that his fellow Irkens don’t listen to his ideas - it’s that they don’t even have enough respect to treat him as an actual dangerous enemy of the state. Instead he’s seen as a crackpot and a joke. He’s basically constantly avoiding the obvious Existence Evaluation he deserves because the Tallests keep procrastinating it and pushing it back in favor of more ‘important things’. And, like, it’s not like Dib wants to be executed by the state for the crime of free thought… but it’ll be nice to know that he’s seen as a real threat. 

And of course while he’s better than most Irkens at the whole ‘Space Imperialism is Bad Actually’ thing, he still hasn’t unlearned all of the Irken propaganda about their own superiority (he’s got a Green Savior Complex basically) … and also he's got his own complex about his own superiority. Like, yeah, he’s infuriated by his people’s obsession with height because it’s a stupid illogical prejudice… but also specifically because it makes people disrespect him. When his two lazy and stupid smeethood bullies were made supreme leaders of the empire that was kinda the last straw for him.

Oh, in this AU the Tallests are basically the Same except their colors are switched. So now Red is the sillier and dumber one and Purple is the relatively more competent one. And on one hand Dib is the only Irken who seems to understand how thoroughly unfit to rule these two clowns are but he is also kinda obsessed with making them acknowledge his superiority even though he knows their opinion shouldn’t matter and thus making him the biggest clown of them all, in a way.

I’m still ironing out the details of how he gets to Earth. Something about using his hacking skills to infiltrate Operation Impending Doom 2 to try and sabotage it from within. Then, like, maybe the Earth ‘assignment’ was a trap laid by the Control Brains to get him out of the way. Or maybe he picked Earth because although the Empire sees it as unimportant - Dib thinks it has powerful arcane significance that makes it the perfect foundation for his resistance against the Empire or something like that.

I’m mostly thinking which of these is the snappiest and easiest to explain, but I do enjoy the idea of it being a trap cause it creates the possibility of a “the Alien discovers their plan is a big fat lie” scenario like in ETF, but rather than being utterly despondent and depressed like Canon Zim - Alien!Dib will be joyous and jubilantly validated at the idea that he was considered a notable enough threat to get out of the way with such an elaborate trick.

And Zim as the son of Professor Membrane is also a fun concept to consider. It’s very funny to think of him as still a megalomaniac trying to take over the world while also being just a human kid. He wants to defeat Dib because he sees him as a threat for his world domination plans (maybe not even understanding that Dib is not actually a world-conquering rival) and cause he believes that if he exposes or kills Dib he can get his hands on the advanced alien tech, which is the edge he needs in order to take over the world.

You can justify his world-conquering-obsession as, like, him growing up under the pressure of living up to his father’s legacy and he figured the only way to escape Membrane’s shadow is to go totally against everything he stands for, or that he’s subconsciously seeking revenge against the world and humanity for taking away his father's love and attention, or that he’s hoping that if he becomes an Actual Threat to the world, his dad will have to pay attention to him for a change ,or maybe it’s just ‘Zim is Just Weird Like That’. Or probably some combination of all of the above.

GIR and Gaz slot pretty effortlessly into their new roles. Sibling!GIR could be literally Zim’s little brother, or like, some genetically engineered dog monster Professor Membrane made in an afternoon. But personality-wise there’s no need to change much outside of maybe needing to tone a human version of GIR down just a tad because a human child has some biological, legal and physical limitations that GIR would otherwise lack.

Robot Gaz is basically like ‘Dib stole and reprogrammed a SIR Unit to have Free Will, still somehow struggles with the idea that Free Will means she can disobey him as well’. Pretty much as soon as they landed on Earth she acclimated better than Dib did and developed a fondness for Earth’s junk food and video games. She generally does her own thing and doesn’t really listen to Dib’s schemes to develop Earth’s defenses or harness some sort of supernatural forces against the Irken Empire or foil Zim’s plans or whatever - but mostly because disagrees with Dib’s methods and attitude rather than his goals. 

She does prefer the Earth over the Irken Empire and she does have some affection for Dib despite also finding him so annoying. She just refuses to cooperate with plans she thinks are frivolous or stupid or plainly just for Dib’s ego. When push really comes to shove, when she actually believes Dib and/or the Earth is in danger, she would come to help… usually.

So yeah, that Roleswap works pretty smoothly, but the problem starts if I try to do the two other sides of this Roleswap cube. the 'Invader GIR' and 'Invader Gaz' scenarios. This is where I get stuck... And the thing isn’t that the characters aren’t complex and versatile enough - I actually think the IZ characters are pretty multidimensional in their ridiculousness. 

It’s just that Dib and Zim’s psychology are really designed for them to play the roles of Protagonist and Antagonist - they’re very much defined to their very core by how driven and motivated they are and how much they want to take center stage. Zim's so self-obsessed he pretty much has to take over any narrative you place him in. And like 50% of Dib’s psyche can be summarized as a terminal case of Main Character Syndrome. Meanwhile, while GIR and Gaz have their own motivations - but GIR’s are generally too wild, capricious and frivolous to actually motivate a Plot, while Gaz’s very much defined by how mundane all of her motivations are. So you really have to work extra hard to make sure Zim and Dib, even when relegated to the sidekick role, don’t still find a way to steal the show.

Honestly, doing Zim as the Robot is actually something I think I can make work. If you just play up a few of Zim’s wackier elements - and especially his blind obedience and dedication to his superiors (which in this case would be Alien GIR), I think you can get a version of Zim that is recognizably Zim while still sticking mainly to the Wacky Comic Relief role.

(And for the record, Robot Zim is a modified SIM Unit, which is a Standard Issue Minion. What does the Z stand for? The Z stands for ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM, obviously!)

Sibling Dib was kind of a weird journey for me because at first I thought I had an easy solution for it - just Bill-fy Dib! Keep all of Dib’s bolster and UFO obsession stuff, but minus the fact that he can actually recognize an alien standing in front of his face. Probably because he just doesn’t want to admit his sister found an alien before he did - he just refuses to believe GIR is an alien and going off his wild-goose chases against his own phony conspiracy theories.

But… I think that idea is, like, too effective at keeping Dib away from the limelight? I mean, that would basically relegate him exclusively to Comic Relief and someone Gaz could have conversations with and very little plot relevancy. And I think we should be able to do better by Sibling Dib. Some way to keep him away from the Main Character Role, but still have him as a relevant and useful character from time-to-time?

Putting GIR in any sort of lead role is the much bigger problem. Like I said - GIR just too deranged and too uncontrollable to hold most plotlines, even on Invader Zim. And I can imagine grounding him just a tad, you can do, like ‘alien Invader comes to earth in order to conquer it - realizes he likes junk food and stupid TV so much that he doesn’t want to do it anymore, but still lacks any real concerns for human life or morality’. You know, I’m imagining wacky misadventures that are basically in the spirit of ‘what if SpongeBob SquarePants lacked any sense of right and wrong’ - and that will be a viable narrative, but I’m worried it’s getting too far away from the sheer id-like essence of GIR.

On the Kid corner, obviously you can make narratives in which Gaz and her motivations move the story along - Invader Zim Canon did it multiple times. It’s more of a question of how much we can keep this up. Like, okay, this is purely me and my stupid personal hang-ups. But what I’m looking for is an AU that really feels like it could be its own standalone show, and obviously it’s not going to be the same as Canon IZ - like the Invader Dib roleswap is going to have a slightly more standard heroic narrative compared to the total Villain Protagonist setup of the canon - but I want to make sure everyone fulfill their new Narrative Roles to the level you can imagine a Variety of Episode Plots that fit the 11-minutes-and-occasional-double-length format of IZ. 

And with Gaz being really defined by the fact that she cares more for being left alone or the mundane things in life or enacting terrible revenge in the name of the mundane things in life than for any of the sci-fi shit or saving the world- it kinda limits the amount of plots she should be willing to participate in and/or requires a lot of extra Set-Up to explain why she’s emotionally involved in the plot. 

I mean, I can certainly imagine a story about a hedonistic would-be Invader making a bizarre harebrained scheme to get his hands on a ridiculous amount of tacos which somehow spirals into attracting the ire of some scarily competent and spiteful little girl by, like, interrupting her Super Mario Odyssey speedrun or something and so she causally takes down his whole operation. But that sort of setup works better for a sort of hyperformulastic show like ‘Phineas and Ferb’- and ‘Phineas and Ferb’ is lovely, but Invader Zim really benefits from a wide variation of plots and episode structure. 

(That’s also the problem with a Tallests-Zim Membrane-Dib roleswap. Although the idea of an P&F style sketch starring the two lazy goofball Invaders who are just trying to get their incredibly obnoxious and megalomaniac boss off their back and are repeatedly accidently foiled by a brilliant hypercompetent child genius who also somehow remains consistently oblivious to the fact that they are aliens trying to take over the world is very Fun and I should probably do something Separate with it later)

And then there’s the idea of a Zim-Gaz GIR-Dib roleswap which is… I don’t even know where to start. That’s pretty much what that one body-switch-themed guest issue of the IZ Comics used basically because it’s the one that breaks the show’s premise the most thoroughly. The show’s most ambitious and least competent character swapped with its least ambitious and most competent and the most grounded character is swapped with the most unhinged. I am still really stuck on how to make it work?

The only real idea I have for now is maybe taking inspiration from Alien Gaz from that aforementioned comic issue’s characterization - not of Gaz-as-Zim, but of Zim-as-Gaz. Something about an Alien Invader who is genuinely invested in conquering the planet but also she keeps getting distracted? It’s hard to really say when, like I said, that’s really the only thing I have right now. 

Perhaps I need to think about all of this a bit more, or perhaps the real lesson of this Character Exploration Thingy is just that those kinda roleswaps just don’t work with the Invader Zim cast?

[silverott-chevalier]

[Audio ID: The stuff written below the cut.]

Long story short...miss Shiawase Suzuhime and Pallas Feldspar Shirogane will be joining me now. And I'll be taking a vacation to Unova with them at some point, thank you very much.

(OoC) I'll still be using #shiroposting and #suzuposting to keep track of those two, jsyk. So don't worry about that.

Okay, audio recording... testing, one, two, one, two... ...well, that's boring. *ahm-hmm...* *Boy meets gir-rlk--!* [Sounds of something striking the head of what must be a large Pokemon.] You need better songs. Owww... that hurt, Shia... It was just a love tap to the head. You've had worse. Myeeeh...I have to listen to that happen again, Shia! How else am I gonna make sure the microphone works? Wouldn't it be a better idea to call one of the girls in order to test the reception at the same time? Well yeah, but... [Sounds of water splashing. Someone is using Waterfall nearby, but not immediately next to the microphone.] Oh dear, is this another Pelipper? What on earth could they-- [Sounds of something landing on what appears to be stone, wet, and maybe even clawed if you've got a sharp ear. Panting, of some kind.] ...oh, Chevalier. You're here early, did something happen at the-- YEAH something happened!!! Have you guys been screwing around on my Rotomblr this whole time?! Wh--PALLAS! I told you he wouldn't be so keen on that! Well, I got curious, is all! I was gonna make one myself, but uh, not, really, sure, how well that would work for hiding, eh... Yeah, like taking over my account is any better?! ... we didn't mess around with much. Dear fucking Arceus-- okay, you know? Sure. Why not. But you couldn't have bothered to ask first?! Well...I wanted to, but you left before I could. I saw this neat ask game, too, so at that point, I figured, it couldn't really hurt. ... okay. Pallas. I'm gonna ask you something, and you're gonna answer me straight, okay? Okaaaaaay...? Does this not establish an incredibly direct connection between us, now? It... might? ...oh, no. Shia's catching on. So if there's a direct link between us, now, don't you think people are gonna realize, that if they wanna know anything about you-- Oh. OH. That. Mm! Uh-huh. I think I understand. Yeah. And now you're gonna need to help me figure out a way to explain all of this without giving away the entire fact that you two--! Actually...I don't think you need to do much to explain at all. And why not, Shia. [Silence. Sounds of...feathers? Picking up the microphone.] ...uh-huh. And it's recording. I was testing the mike before you came in... you seriously don't think we can...? Followers of Rotomblr blog "Silverott-Chevalier"! It appears that our ruse is up. My name is Shiawase Suzuhime-- or Suzuhime Shiawase, if you wish to follow Nippon traditions. And my blue friend over here is... ...uh, Pallas Feldspar Shirogane! I'm, uh...Shiawase and I are Cooper's, uh... ... they're my mentors. And they like screwing around with me sometimes. No pictures-- they like their privacy. Thank you, Chevalier. Now. Chevalier. Would you mind if we continued using your blog to do things? As spontaneous as our takeover was... ... one condition. ... very well, we owe you that much. ... two conditions. ... speak. First of all, we go to Unova for vacation. Not Galar. Okay? ...I suppose that's fine. Pallas? Yeah, yeah, I'll make plans for that... And your second? [Sounds of water being displaced as it's falling, followed by sounds of flapping wings, and then something hitting a countertop heavily. And then another something. And another.] ...ah. I see how you found out, now. I dunno who sent popcorn as soon as I got Pelipper Mail active, but I'm glad they did. ... you didn't happen to-- We did. ... and did they manage t-- They did. ...shit. Pallas cut the audio, cut the audio--

[kittynugg]

i wrote some shitty zim fanfic B)

keep reading if u wanna see it ik this is a dbh blog so i dont expect my followers to like it lmao (except for you syn ur slaying)

it's about zim having a birthday party (this is just the first chapter, gonna release chapters periodically if people like it) (also zadr shippers dni, i only show them as like frenemies)

Zim sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Gir to get home. As much as he hated to admit it-- And never would to the robot, he found himself interested in trying this human.. "Birthday" tradition. Gir promised that it would be.. Fun. Despite them not having time for fun, he insisted upon it.

Upon researching how humans celebrated these "birthdays," he discovered that it involved guests. Human guests which could blow their cover at any moment! The mere thought of being caught and taken to some government facility to live out the rest of his days in an enclosure made him shudder. His eyes narrowed impatiently as his fingers began to drum against the table. They made a soft and rhythmic thump against the material as they hit it. He grew more restless by the second as he continued to think about what this "birthday" had in store for them. Or how it would affect their mission and the course of his very life. After this had gone on too long for Zim's liking, he extended one of his PAK's arms and used it to contact Gir. "Gir!" He exclaimed into it with an urgent tone. "Where are you?" "I'm getting tacos!!" Gir's shrill, annoying voice responded without missing a beat. "Want some jam? Or french fries?" Zim sighed in exasperation, his antennae twitching. "..No, Gir, I want you back at base." "Fries it is!" Gir cheerfully declared. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he responded. "Thank you, Gir." "You're welcome, birthday-Master!!" With that, Gir hung up. Zim huffed. "Gir's bound to expose our ingenious disguise, but.. At least he'll bring food." He muttered to himself, the faintest smile forming on his face. Just then, he heard an ongoing shriek that sounded like it was getting closer. "..Gir's back alrea-" Before he could finish his sentence, the door burst open with a loud crash, Gir flying through it. "I GOT TACOOOOOOOOS!" Gir's ecstatic voice echoed through the house, causing Zim to jump and hit his knee on the table with a loud exclamation of pain. "GIR!" Zim winced as he clutched his throbbing knee. "..Put them on the table.." He tried his best to mask the pained look that was still showing on his face. "Go outside!" Gir urged eagerly, practically vibrating with excitement as he pushed Zim outside. "Hey- Gir-! Stop! This place is my home! You can't kick me out!" ..His demands for Gir to stop were fruitless, made evident by the dull thud the front door made as it closed. He reached to open the door. Gir locked it. "GIR!!" His voice was filled with anger and desperation as he pounded on the door. "Let me in!! That's an order, Gir!" Gir remained defiant, refusing to heed the order Zim had given him. Instead, he shouted his own order through the door. "Go do something fun! We're not ready yet!" Zim scoffed, crossing his arms. His hands burned slightly from banging them against the door. He wondered what Gir would be doing in the house while he was gone.. "Okay, Gir, I'll go away now!" "Go! Go!" Gir had quite a bit of excitement in his voice as he begged Zim to leave so he could prepare the surprise. "You're not gone yet! I see you in the window!" Zim's eyes widened as he realized that Gir had a speck of intelligence in his empty head. "Fine, I'll leave.." He muttered, beginning to walk away finally. Where would he go? He didn't do many recreational things.. "Maybe I can.. Go on a walk?" He stepped onto the road, the asphalt stretching out before him. A short wave of anxiety coursed through his veins as a car flew by, narrowly missing him. Zim jumped back with a gasp, his heart pounding in his chest. "LEARN HOW TO OPERATE YOUR.. HUMAN VEHICLE, HEATHEN!!" His frustration grew at the human in the car's stupidity. "..I will walk on the sidewalk, then." He grumbled, beginning his trip to.. Wherever he felt like going. Dib stared at the crumpled paper in his hands. The address was scrawled on it in handwriting so messy and illegible that he could barely decipher it. "ZIMZ BIRTHDEY TODAY"

was written above the address in pink crayon. He sighed, slipping the note into his pocket along with the greasy sticky note that had a doodle resembling.. Zim? It looked kind of like it had antennae if he squinted.. And Zim's little back-dome thing was there.. As he walked down the sidewalk, the summer heat bearing down on him, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "Human?" "Zim-!?" He flinched and hastily shoved the paper further down into his pocket. "I thought you were busy taking over Earth." He bit, with a scowl. "..What're you doing out right now?" Zim's eyes narrowed as he scanned his surroundings. "..Walking. What are you doing, human? Is it not too hot outside to be playing like a normal human worm baby?" "Then why are you out exercising? If it's too hot for it?" There was a beat of silence as Zim's expression shifted, gears clearly turning in his head in order to form an apt response. "You make a good point.." "So-" "SILENCE! I am going to walk as much as I please! And you will not deter me!" With the loud declaration, the Irken sprinted off, leaving Dib standing alone with a bewildered look plastered on his face. "..Okay, then." Dib muttered to himself, shaking his head. He continued toward the house, knowing he'd probably see Zim again later. alright now if you want to read the second chapter here it is

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#5

I don’t think I can find a better example of Zim going easy on Dib even though Dib refuses to do the same than Issue 26.

Zim has his extremely sharp PAK legs out and is in the perfect position to skewer Dib in one shot, killing him instantly, but instead uses his legs as a blunt object, knocks him into a pile of muffins, and escapes without attempting to harm Dib further.

Meanwhile the first thing Dib does upon acquiring what he thinks is a gun is attempt to shoot Zim point blank.

358 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#4

Zim definitely has something like this in his lab.

413 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#3

Just imagine everything from an outsider’s perspective.

Not from the perspective of the students that have been here a while and are used to Zim and Dib’s antics, but from the perspective of someone who’s never encountered any of this before.

461 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#2

Zim might be one of the smartest Irkens alive:

In the comics, an Irken Engineer named Skrang built this thing:

It’s a prototype wormhole generator, giving the Tallest the ability to teleport anything to the base of any Invader, heavily implied to be the first of its kind.

Skrang had help doing this. He wears a specialized backpack filled with dozens of harvested Vortian brains, which presumably gives him a boost of intelligence. It’s a literal think tank.

See the full post

664 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

That’s how it usually goes, right?

681 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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[codeandcanvas]

Hi retroscifiart and hello to your readers!

Of course adding the source for the second painting as contested promised an interesting dive into the internet again, and although hitting a wall, the wall itself is not without its murals, so to speak.

Using my Swiss Army Knife of a Firefox browser, I used the extension called “Search by Image” to search the usual search engines supporting an image search, and came to this post from WEIRDLAND TV on the social media website X, formerly called Twitter:

Ghostarchive here.

Other searches also mentioned how no one is sure that the watercolor painting is by Moebius, but “Alien Explorations” provides depth, providing sources for scans of this painting and even closing on an affirmative (I think if you want to dig deeper, you could research a few of Moebius’s panels done in watercolor around that time and compare the marks and strokes; that’s what I would do while keeping in mind that back then he also worked under his other pseudonym “Gir”, too).

Here is a link to the article itself. And the inspiration for the painting’s layout mentioned there might at first feel bewildering, it sure did to me, but then it clicked after having considered design theory by Arnheim and Myron & Tavis.

Web Archive here.

And the way the site is hacked to work more like a hypertext book, less like a blog with articles is fun.

I hope you enjoyed this trip as much as I did writing it.

‘Space Jockey’ from Alien (1979) art by Ridley Scott, Moebius (contested), Ron Cobb, H.R. Giger, James Warhola

[luvcherry]

40 with dom!natasha please 🥺🥺

40) "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

I'll give a little sneak peak of what I'm writing for Chatroom pt. 2

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"N-nat...we can't do this here."

"Sure we can." Natasha pressed her nose into Y/n's cheek and her lips caressed her skin but she didn't press them into here skin. She loves how cut Y/n can be at times and how hesitant she is at times despite the fact that they've been intimate before. Sure it's a public setting, but they were hidden away behind rows and rows and rows of books.

"What if someone sees us."

Y/n wants to give in, desperately at that. But she might die on the spot if she gets caught by one of her classmates or someone who knows her through her friends. They probably wouldn't judge, but she didn't want to be seen like this.

"It's a Saturday. You really think someone's going to be searching for a book on hermeneutics on a Saturday? When there is a football game today?"

Natasha was right, the library was partially empty when they came here. Y/n isn't really sure why she even brought her here. Maybe because the library brought her comfort and this was the place where their relationship blossomed online. Plus she wouldn't be able to bring Natasha back to her dorm without her roommate making a big fuss about it. Y/n can't believe how similar her and her roommate would've been if she had not met Natasha and let loose a little bit.

"But-"

"Shhh. Stop whining. Be a good girl for me, okay?"

That's all Y/n wants to be, a good girl for Natasha. She placidly nods her head and spreads her legs a little bit further for Natasha. It was not a coincidence that she wore a skirt today. She borrowed it from Cindy because her parents would never let her own a skirt so short. Natasha enjoyed it though, being able to caress Y/n's bare, smooth thighs in public and seeing her squirm because of it.

"There's my good girl...always spreading your legs wider for me. You know I'm going to make you feel good. That's all I want to do."

Natasha whispering in her ear made her eyes shut lightly and she leaned her head back against the books. She was sinning amongst religious books and the irony was not lost on her. She just can't bring herself to care, not when Natasha is sliding her hand up her inner thigh and moving dangerously closer to her covered sex. She never wanted to sin so bad in her life, but Natasha brought her to that point.

"You're so wet. Who are you all wet for?" Natasha's tone is teasing and Y/n gets flustered knowing that she has to answer.

"You."

Natasha slid her hand inside of Y/n's panties and started rubbing her clit. She was wetter and more sensitive than she'd like to imagine. She hadn't touched herself in a few days because she knew Natasha was coming to visit her and she wanted her girlfriend to make her cum. She tensed up as Natasha pressed harder into her.

It was so hard to hold back. She had gotten so much more comfortable with Natasha compared to their first time and they both made the discovery that Y/n is loud in bed. Once she's drowning in pleasure, she can't stop herself from crying out for more. Sometimes it makes her feel like a slut, but she surprisingly enjoys being a slut, for Natasha only though.

But she nearly gave them away when Natasha slid her fingers into her pussy and started pumping into her.

"Shh," Natasha weakly giggled. She was so close to Y/n that it nearly made her lightheaded. "Don't wanna get caught."

Y/n nodded at her again but she couldn't make any promises. It felt so good, especially after doing what Natasha had instructed her to do.

"I love the way you look with my fingers inside you. You're my precious girl."

Y/n's mouth gaped in awe, but nothing came out. She was closer to cumming than she thought. Natasha can tell she is too because of how Y/n's walls grip her fingers. She fucks her quickly so their chances of getting caught are lowered. She just wants to see her pretty girlfriend cum.

"You can do it baby. Do it for me...cum Y/n."

It was Natasha's voice the broke something in her. It wasn't just her orgasm though, it was her entire sense of self. It was already shaky to begin with as sheltered girl now in the wild world of college, but she didn't care about her own identity in the moment. She just wanted to melt in Natasha's arms and let her take her home to keep her there forever. The orgasmic high has her thinking things she would have considered crazy just a year ago. She doesn't care though.

Natasha pulling her fingers out brought her out of her haze, but her limbs felt so lazy. Y/n isn't sure she's going to be able to get up and walk normally as if nothing happened, as if she didn't just have an amazing orgasm in her college's huge library. She watched with hooded eyes Natasha sucking her mess off of her fingers.

"You always cum so hard for me," Natasha smirks at Y/n who pulls her eyes away in embarrassment.

Natasha stands up and Y/n's eyes begin to follower her again.

"C'mon...let's go to the football game."

[z0mbeezbranez]

IN "KMK" You have to choose one person from the list of people to kiss, to marry, or to kill. All three people are assigned one. None can be empty, none can have more than one. THESE WERE ASIGNED (MOSTLY) RANDOMLY. "Kiss" can be platonic.

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@m-o-t-h-blog

@revengineer-tak

Uh.... Gee this is... IDK if I could 'Kill' any of these... People. I guess I'd uh- well. Kiss... Hnnnn I'm gonna say I'd Kiss number 1. @explosions-and-chill because I'm 99 percent sure they won't have any gross sticky stuff on their cheeks so a small peck probably wouldn't be _too bad_ and they can remove my head if they really hate it that much. Marry is easy I would definately Marry 3. @revengineer-tak because I honestly don't know what I'd do without her around. and I'd _attempt to kill_ Number 2. @m-o-t-h-blog mainly because I feel like they might be indestructable. I mean come on it's a Gir mixed with a minimoose! The dude crashed at Velocity without a damn scratch from something that exploded Zib, after all.

[tinyboxxtink]

"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 8*

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

I know, I wait almost 4 days and now you gotta go through this bullshit. I can already hear your cries of anguish and suffering.

I love it so much. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

That being said I promise regular chapters for the rest of the week! Okay I don't promise but I promise to do my best.

Note: Alright it's a fanfic people, alternate universes and all that. So you know what we're saying that all the Carisi sisters are younger, and Sonny was the big bro. Kay? I can't deal with all the continuity stuff.

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Sonny was watching TV with Amanda when his phone went off. He paused the movie and answered the phone:

“Barba it’s kinda late--”

“What's wrong with your cousin?” he flatly said.

“Excuse me?” Sonny asked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer the question, Carisi,” Barba insisted.

“Well it's a loaded question, Barba.” Sonny replied.

“Okay then just answer me this,” Barba sighed. “Why did I come back to my apartment to find her halfway through my once full bottle of vodka and pouting on the couch. Oh, after she had gone through all of my things of course,”

“Aw shit,” Sonny muttered under his breath. “That's kind of on me, Barba,”

“One second babe,” He muttered to Amanda, while he got up and went into his kitchen.

“Babe?” Barba asked.

“It’s just Rollins,” Sonny dismissed it.

“So you have feelings for me, but you’re fucking Rollins?” He asked in a snarky tone.

“What, are you jealous or somethin’ Barba?” Sonny smirked.

“No, don’t be stupid,” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Why is it on you?” He changed the subject.

“I should have never filled her head with doubts and suspicions and then sent her back to your place; when I should have known that you would keep a full bar in your apartment,” Sonny sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Well of course I would keep a stocked bar in my apartment Sonny, I entertain people and I'm a grown man,” Rafael scoffed.

“Yeah, again it's on me,” Sonny repeated.

“Okay so what is wrong with your cousin?” Rafael asked.

“I think that pretty much answers it, don't you think?” Sonny asked in a “duh” tone.

“... I see,” Rafael glanced at his bedroom door wearily.

“Where is she now? Did you send her away? Please tell me you didn't send her away,” Sonny begged.

“No I didn't send her away, she's sleeping it off in my bedroom,” He got up and walked to his bedroom door. “I didn't want to just kick her out because she was upset. I'm not that big of a dick,” He whispered as he watched you sleep. You looked so calm and peaceful, that’s the girl he remembered.

“ You know, this should probably be better explained in person,” Sonny walked back into his living room where Amanda glanced over at him. He motioned for her to get her stuff together.

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah okay, not like I have anything else to do,'' he rolled his eyes as he shut his bedroom door and walked back to his living room.

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Sonny showed up to Rafael's apartment with a loaded head and a semi heavy conscience. He knocked on the door and Rafael let him inside.

“Okay so what kind of long story is this,” Rafael asked while he poured himself a glass of scotch. He noticed Sonny giving him a weird look.

“What? It's not like she's in here now,” he rolled his eyes.

“True,” He nodded. “Do you have beer?”

“Yes, dark or light?” Rafael made a disgusted face while he asked. He couldn't stand the taste of beer but he always had it on him just in case he had barbarians over such as Sonny.

“Shiner Bock, if you have it,” Sonny requested. Rafael nodded as he went into his ‘party fridge’ and handed him one before sitting on the couch across from him.

“Alright so where do I start?” Sonny thought out loud.

“Well I guess first of all I wanted to say I don’t wanna say I told you so, but this is exactly why I didn't want you and Y/N to get involved in the first place. It had nothing to do with my feelings for you. It’s because I know that you tend to keep relationships with guys and girls chill and casual, but Y/N is a special case and special to me,”

“Yeah.. I wish you had expressed that before,” Rafael groaned.

Well what was I supposed to say in front of her, Barba? ‘Oh hey by the way, you probably shouldn't get involved with my trainwreck of a cousin? Sonny asked defensively.

“Maybe? I don’t know…” Rafael sighed as he put his head in his hands.

“Look, Rafael,” Sonny put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not like she’s some kinda degenerate junkie,”

“Oh well, that’s great--” He started to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious Rafael!” He pounded the table.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry Sonny,” He finally used his first name, trying to be as soft with him as possible. He could see how much you meant to him, and it was really endearing. “Go ahead,”

“Alright,” Sonny sighed, ready to tell your life story. You would probably kill him later for it, but there was no hiding your...issues now, he might as well get the whole context.

“Well, first of all-- her dad died before she was born, overdose,” He began. “Then she was stuck with her junkie mother, my auntie. Who by the way at this point, nobody had heard from in years,” He took a sip of beer.

“So anyways,” He began again. “One day, she showed up at my mom’s doorstep with Y/N, and told her that she can’t take care of Y/N, or that she didn’t want to,” He sighed. “She was three years old by then, I don’t even wanna think about what happened before then,”

“Jesus…” Rafael muttered.

“I was eight years old at the time, my sisters were even younger. My mom and dad had enough on their plate with just us. So, I kinda took her under my wing,” He went on.

“We became so close, she wanted to go by “Sunny” just so she could be like me. I told her it would be confusing for the two of us, so I called her Sunshine, Sunny for short. That way if I’m calling her sunny, then obviously it’s not myself,” He chuckled. To this day, he still called you Sunshine.

“But as she grew up, she just...kinda had a rough go. She didn’t really interact with kids her own age, she was really defensive and untrusting with anybody but me. Not even my parents. And then we got the call that her mother died, and it ripped me up inside to see her body at the funeral. It was so fucked up, she was so fucked up. That’s why I-- I think something really bad happened to her when she was with her mother, Rafael. Like-- really, bad.

“Fuck..." Rafael muttered while glancing at his bedroom door. He didn't want to imagine what you had been through at such a young age. He wanted to run in his room right now and just hold you, but he kept his composure.

“So then I went off to college when she was ten years old, just about to start junior high. She begged me to stay, but I told her she had a good family and that my parents and sisters loved her as much as I did, and to stay out of trouble. But...kids are cruel. They made her harder, and harder. Without me there to be her-- I dunno, her guiding light or her-- protector, she just kinda fell into a bad crowd by the time high school rolled around,” He sighed while taking another swig of beer.

“...Right,” Rafael nodded.

“So when i came home from school my mom told me she was going to kick Sunny out. I asked her why, and she went on and on about how she had gotten in with these local girls who were like, I dunno some kinda girl gang, and they’d knock over liquor stores and then get drunk and stoned. She said she was never around anyway, unless it was to steal money out of her purse; And she just didn’t wanna deal with her anymore,”

“...But she was only fifteen at the time,” Rafael was stunned.

“Yeah, and that’s what I told her!” Sonny exclaimed. “Look Barba my mom is the salt of the earth, but like I said she had a lot on her plate and my dad wasn’t around a lot-- and she had three other daughters to watch out for,”

“Three of her OWN daughters,” Rafael clarified with a judgmental tone.

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “I know how it sounds. And maybe-- maybe you’re right, maybe that’s why she washed her hands clean of Sunny. Because she was just a by-product of her fucked up sister. But I-- I’m not gonna condemn her for it. And you sure as hell don’t get to judge her,”

“You’re right,” Rafael nodded while sipping his scotch.

“So I took Sunny in,” Sonny finished his beer as he wrapped up his story. “I took her in while I went through the police academy. I made sure she got sober, quit hangin’ out with those girls, I got her to do well in school, hell I got her to graduate high school!”

“And…?” Rafael pressed.

“...And when I started bouncing around precincts, she was finally a productive member of society so she started living on her own. She had a few jobs, but never really going anywhere. So once I got placed here in SVU and started making better money, I started helping her out with rent and her car, as long as she promised to start going to community college. Which she agreed to because she really does wanna make something of herself,” He half smiled thinking about how far you had come and how proud he was to call you his cousin now. You were so full of life with dreams and ambitions he never saw in you as a scared little kid.

“Okay so-- how does all of this lead to what happened tonight?” Rafael leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Because she’s still an addict, Barba!” Sonny tried not to yell, but didn’t understand why Rafael was still so flippant about you.

“Just because she got her life together-- I got her life together, doesn’t mean that she just got ‘better’. She’s on a daily see-saw of sobriety. I do weekly ‘drop ins’ just to check on her. It’s gotten a lot better as time goes on, and the less and less I worry about her, but--” He took a breath and looked at the floor.

“....Deep down she’s still that little girl with all of her walls and her distrust. She doesn’t have friends, I really don’t think she’s ever had a stable ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend,’ I mean she-- she doesn’t, talk to people,” He paused before looking up and into Rafael’s eyes.

“...Which is why it has been yankin' my chain tryin’ to figure out just why in God’s name she was so-- open, to you,” He finally admitted. “She’s never been that close to anybody else but me, not in her entire life,”

“Wait,” Rafael put a finger up. “So...you haven’t actually been jealous of Y/N this whole time, you’ve been jealous of me?” He half laughed.

“I mean, it’s a little of both,” He shrugged with a small smile, able to joke about his feelings now. “But I meant what I said when I first got here, I know the main thing that Y/N needs in her life right now is stability. And you-- you are not stable, in the least,”

“Oh I’m the unstable one?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Relationship wise, yeah,” Sonny pointed out.

“....Fair point,” Rafael nodded as he finished off his scotch. He knew the longest relationship he had ever had was with the cute barista he saw every morning who knew how to make his coffee just right. And that relationship only took him five minutes a day to maintain.

“So…” Sonny knocked Rafael from his thoughts.

“So...what?” Rafael quirked an eyebrow.

“So, I think that--” Sonny took a deep breath, knowing you might hate him for this. But it was for the best, and it needed to be said.

“I think that if you care anything about her, or me for that matter, that you let me take her home, and forget about this whole weekend,”

“....I mean…” Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want to let you go. Well, he didn't want to let go of the girl he had met at Forlini's. The girl who made him laugh, who he could be his true self around, the girl he might---

“Look the bottom line here Barba is that Y/N is-- a lot of work. I should know, I’ve been taking care of her for 19 years. But I don’t mind it, because I love her more than anything else in this world. Well, her and the rest of my family. But still-- I love her,” Sonny now stood up.

“And I get that you like her, but she--- she has gotten way too serious about you way too fast, and way too hard. And this?” He gestured around the room, referring to the whole night. “This ain’t even the tip of the iceberg with her, if she’s really fallen off the wagon,”

“...God dammit,” Rafael stood up and began to pace in his living room. He thought about every single second he had spent with you since he met you; you had never seemed so...broken, as Sonny was describing you.

“What I’m saying is, unless you’re ready to-- ‘deal’ with her, and everything that comes with that, please for the love of God, just walk away now,” Sonny pleaded.

“Because she won’t listen to me if I tell her to stay away from you. And if things get too ‘real’ for you, you’re just gonna freak out or-- or get bored, and throw her away. Her self worth will drop to shit. And if that happens, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get her back from that,”

“I would never just throw her away, Carisi,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say that, Barba,” Sonny debated.

“And why the hell not?” Rafael narrowed his eyes.

“Because you’ve never NOT just ‘thrown away’ someone,” He chuckled. “That front door might as well be a garbage chute,”

“You son of a--” Rafael started to yell at him but Sonny cut him off.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Barba. Look me in the eyes and tell me I have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’ll leave here and let you deal with her the way you want to,” Sonny looked at him pensively. Rafael looked at him for several seconds, then softened his glare into a sad concession.

“....Take her,” He muttered softly while looking at the ground.

“Thank you,” Sonny mumbled softly as he turned to go retrieve your passed out self from the bedroom. However, he was instead met with the most unsettling sight:

You were standing in the doorway of the room, glaring at the two of them.

“...H-Hey, Sunshine--” Sonny tried to appease you with an awkward smile.

“Don’t,” You growled, stomping into the living room and began packing your bag.

“Y/N, what are you--” Rafael went to put a hand on your bag but you snatched it away before you shot fire out of your eyes into his gaze.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand what you just said?” You barked at him with tears in your eyes. “Because I’m pretty damn sure I heard ‘take her’. You know like I’m some sort of defective Amazon package,”

“That’s not what I meant---” He softly spoke, the guilt of his words being heard by you was quickly eating him alive.

“No I know what you meant, Rafael,” You zipped your duffel shut angrily.

“I heard the whole god damn spiel. Which, by the way, thank you so much for detailing my entire little sob story, cousin,” You glared at Sonny as you started walking towards the front door, shoulder checking him.

“But neither of you have to worry about anything anymore, okay? You’re released from your ‘duties’. This trainwreck is leaving the station, so you can relax,” You looked at the both of them with pain in your eyes, tears cracking your words.

“Sunshine--” Sonny started after you.

“DON’T,” You glared at him while putting a finger up. “Don’t ever call me that again,”

“At least let me drive you home--”

“No,” You shook your head. “And you know what, cuz? I didn’t realize I was such a financial burden, so you know what? Cut me off. Because I’d rather be homeless again than take any more money from you,”

“What did I do?!” Sonny was now angry. “All I did was come over and try to protect you, that’s it!”

“I don’t need your protection!” You screamed. “This whole time...this whole time, I thought you were proud of me. That you trusted me,”

“I do trust you--”

“You don’t!” You stomped your foot while tears streamed down your face. “Y-You think that if . one single thing like a boy not liking me is gonna set me off, like I’m some kind of bomb you’ve kept from detonating for years. My life is not your responsibility anymore, Sonny! I don’t think it ever was!”

“Well who’s else was it gonna be?!”

“NOBODY’S!!!!” You finally dropped your duffel bag and kicked the wall, leaning your head against it. You were strangely quiet for a long pause before you spoke again in an eerily calm voice.

“...Do you know why my mother “dropped me off’ with your mother?”

“Because she couldn’t take care of you--”

“No I heard what you said,” You sniffled with a sad smile. “Because she didn’t want to,”

“Sunshine--”

“But leaving me with your mother, was her plan b,” You cut him off, still looking at the floor.

“What do you mean?” Sonny asked cautiously while looking at Rafael who had a terrified look in his eyes.

“She didn’t want to ‘burden’ her sister with me, but she had to when I wouldn’t die,”

“...W-What?” Rafael almost choked on the words in disbelief.

“She tried to smother me with a pillow, but I wouldn’t die. I kept screaming and crying, and I guess it touched her strand of humanity, so she stopped,” You rolled your eyes with the same sad smile.

That memory was forever imprinted in your brain. The terror of being woken up in blackness, unable to breathe. The smell of the cigarette smoke covered pillow being shoved into your throat and nostrils. Your mother crying and telling you it would be over soon, just to let go. And finally her sad, pathetic whimpers and sobs when she finally lifted the pillow from you, disappointed in herself that she couldn’t do one good thing in her life. That now she was going to have to pass you, her problem, onto her sister.

“Y/N, baby girl--” Sonny stepped towards you again.

“I wasn’t supposed to be raised by anybody, Sonny. I’m not even supposed to be alive!” You stomped your foot again while tears continued to flow.

“That’s not true!” He ran over and grabbed you in a hug. “You are not a burden,”

“Really?” You laughed sarcastically into his shoulder as you pushed him away from the hug. “You just said your mom didn’t even want to deal with me. Nobody did,”

“I did!” He argued. “I do,”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m my mother’s daughter. I don’t wanna be your burden,” You picked up the duffel and opened the door.

“Okay well you have no choice in that so you’re gonna have to let that go,” Sonny grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“Fine,” You finally conceded with a blank expression.

“Guess I’ll just have to let a lot of things go, won’t I?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Rafael one more time with the saddest eyes.

He stared back at you with a stone cold face. He wanted so badly just to go and hold you in his arms, telling you how you didn’t deserve any of what happened to you, and that you deserved everything good and all the love in the world. But Sonny’s pleas were still in his head.

He didn’t know if he wanted the responsibility of your entire self worth and happiness, let alone your sobriety on his shoulders. He didn’t even like to get close to clients with that many issues, the pressure was too much. So instead he just stood there, trying not to show how much this was killing him, sending you away like this.

“Come on Sunshine, just-- let’s go, okay?” Sonny pleaded with you softly, pulling at your hand. You didn’t answer, you just nodded and started walking down the hallway towards the elevator, leaving Sonny at the door.

“...Thank you, Barba,” He mumbled softly, nodding at Rafael. Rafael barely nodded back before Sonny closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, Rafael dropped on his knees and began to cry. He didn’t know why exactly, was he crying because he felt horrible for all the shit you had gone through? Was he angry at himself for not being able to get over his own bullshit to actually open up and care about someone for more than a week? Was he really that big of a hypocrite, showing empathy to clients all the time but shutting out the one person he felt he might-- he couldn’t even think it. He wouldn’t let himself think it. He just composed himself and poured another scotch while turning on the TV, trying to forget what just happened.

His NETFLIX menu popped up; it asked him if he wanted to continue watching Bojack Horseman. He closed his eyes and muttered obscenities in spanish while memories of the night before flooded his brain, making him cry angry tears once more. He finally decided just to go to bed, maybe his brain would release him from torture if he could turn it off.

He wasn’t sure he could ever turn it off now.

[decompose1]

OC Questions: 4, 24, 31, 45, and/or 49? (feel free to answer as many/as little of these i just couldnt pick one)

joke's on you, i love talking about my OCs, so i will answer: all of them!

4: A character you rarely talk about?

I feel like i don't talk about Hamster Ball or Coffee as much as i should. They are in different stories of mine! Hamster Ball is an armless hamster ball containing a pet hamster a good portion of the time. The hamster has a cage to sleep in at night, but is considered a support animal and HB isn't really comfortable leaving her behind when he goes out. HB is in a terrible terrible awful situation i'm so sorry HB (trapped in space with the moon)

Coffee is from my planned object show, UFS! He's a disposable coffee cup full of coffee. He is extremely nervous and has some major sensory problems, often having to sit down and cool off, but he works at an art gallery and has a passion for doodling on coffee holders/napkins/etc. His face resembles pen scribbles on a coffee holder :o)

24: If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Story. I think they would be very pleasant to be around and i could hug them and apologize so so so so much

31: Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

I'll pick Fairy Lights because Story and Amanita are both computer-illiterate. Fairy is a traveling photographer, so i think they would be a huge aesthetic blogger. They would want a really pretty simplistic layout and mostly post cozy aesthetic images/nature/light stuff. Probably big on poetry, too. I think they would amass a startling amount of followers without realizing it and their photography would be stolen and posted to pinterest

45: A character you no longer use?

many from old fandoms :o( sorry guys

49: Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Whirligig and Chalky, which, coincidentally, are the youngest contestants on UFS, both sitting at around 18-20.

Whirligig is a prank youtuber. Probably thrives on YTPs. First thing he did in his interview was lie to the director for no reason. Chalky is a scene/raver type'a gal who probably still posts images of gir iz. She makes bad breakcore on her shitty laptop and has almost definitely made stupid music for fun

[secret-rendezvous1d]

“don’t leave me”

hello, hi!

i definitely don’t think this is a one-off thing anymore and this blog may be on the way to merging into a harry styles + matthew gray gubler blog so i’d like to think that that is a new exciting venture people will . i’m really enjoying writing about a new scene, a new character and a new life to plan out and write about. the stories don’t essentially follow each other so they can be read anyhow and in any way but i’d like to think they all follow the same storyline/timeline so they link in that way.

like, reblog and give me some feedback. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after.

thank you. enjoy.

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“don’t leave me” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 2.1k.

* if you haven’t watched criminal minds then this does contain some spoilers to the show that you may want to dodge if you are thinking of starting the series up. *

summary; spencer struggles to come to terms with emily’s return and the betrayal of his friends.

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“Spencer, look, we’ve got to talk about this.”

YN came to a stop with what she was doing when she saw her boyfriend and JJ starting a conversation in the station’s negotiation room, setting down the files she was sifting through so she could pay a little more attention to the conversation happening just a few feet away from the desk she was seated at, eyes still focused on the page with the bold name of a potential unsub printed at the top, accompanied by a picture of what they looked like. She tried to, at least, make herself seem busy without showing herself being nosey over a conversation that didn’t necessarily include her.

“What do you mean, talk about it?” Spencer questioned, looking at her in disbelief, “talk about what?”

YN hated how passive-aggressive he’d been, over the last two days, towards the two women who used to be considered a few of the only women close to him. He was never like that and, given what had happened, she understood his pain and his upset… she just hated how he wanted to push it, and them, away so he could carry on like an unexpected change hadn’t just sprung into his life.

“I get it, okay? You’re disappointed with the way we handled Emily,” JJ stated, hands on her hips as she stood around the opposite side of the table, watching intently at Spencer as he stood looking at the paper in his hands, eyes darting from the print to his scrawny handwriting on the board beside him, “I get that.”

The tension amongst the team was unbearable, to say the least.

As soon as Emily had entered the roundtable room a week prior to their case in Oklahoma, much to the surprise of everyone occupying the room who had stood waiting for the next plan of action to take down Ian Doyle and find his son, there was a sudden wave of uncertainty that seemed swallow the team whole and didn’t have plans on spitting them back out again anytime soon. No one could pick apart the emotions on one person’s face and state clearly how they were feeling. Confusion, shock, anger, happiness, joy, surprise… there were flecks of each emotion but never one clear facial expression that gave away how someone was truly feeling.

Now they were deep in Oklahoma, on a case and trying to find an unsub who had come to light in the recent murders of two young women prior to their touchdown, with Emily back in her regular place and trying her best to get back to normal as a BAU agent for the FBI. No longer under protection of the higher authority, no longer hiding behind an alias that took her identity away and stripped her of who she once was and she was finally able to go back to the Emily Prentiss whom she had been loved by many before life did a one-eighty flip. Almost as if nothing had changed, like the seven months she spent in witness protection hadn’t ever happened, like her death and her funeral and her burial were a fever dream that seemed to never leave the rest of them alone.

For most of the unit, having her back was something so wonderful and so great, to see her jumping back into a case with a mindset ready for justice and helping out with the mind she was graced with having, to have the same pair of eyes that were used to seeing case after case of young victims and unstable unsubs be considered a fresh pair of eyes now she was back. To work a case with someone you were comfortable with, that was what the most of them loved; the witty banter shared, the anger that bounced off from each sentence, the kind and caring charisma to get the best result of a case.  

But for some, it was difficult to adjust to something they had only just overcome.The grief they felt towards the situation of losing a beloved member of the unit, someone so loving and kind, a huge part of their team, it was unbearable and tore them down soon after they presumed they laid her to rest. Going back, visiting her burial site, resting flowers and almost keeping her updated with how everyone had been. They refused to believe she was gone yet denied her when she was found out to be healthy and alive and ready to start back where she left off.

“Well, I have a lot going on, alright?”

A lie, to say the least, but she wasn’t to know that.

“You know what I think it is?”

That caught his attention. And YN’s.

The one question that many profilers, specifically Spencer, hated to be personally asked was that question. They didn’t need to know what others thought when they could have the same thought pattern as each other, they didn’t need someone else telling them what they think they should be thinking and Spencer didn’t need a pity chat from someone who wronged him to find out what he was thinking.

Deep down, YN knew what the problem was and she was handling the situation as best as she could when she was alone with him in their hotel room, but she didn’t think it was as clear cut as people assumed. So how had JJ worked it out? If she was correct in what she thought was wrong with him, that is. He was hurt and he was upset and he was confused; he showed his grief towards missing a friend and he showed how much they meant to him by showing so much emotion yet he just couldn’t come to terms with how none of that was needed anymore. How he didn’t need to build his walls any higher because there wasn’t going to be any more heartache to deal with..

“What?”

“You’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital and you weren’t able to detect our deception,” JJ suggested, a little more vigour in her voice as she spoke to him, frustration dripping from her words because she was desperate to get through to him. Absolutely desperate to find some way to resolve an issue that others had forgiven almost instantly, “you’re mad because you couldn’t catch us out on our lies.”

“You think this is about my profiling skills?” He scoffed and shook his head, looking back to the paper in his hands, ”Jennifer, listen, the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions was because I trusted you. I came to your house for ten weeks in a row, crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth,” he continued, disappointment laced through his words. And he so badly wanted to look up and catch the eyes of his girlfriend, the only one he felt truly supported him and his decision to act out, but he knew he needed to fight a battle of his own. Especially one that he caused but especially one that he was actively dragging out.

“I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?”

It was the first time they made eye contact through the debacle. And, in that moment, JJ could see the pain behind his eyes. The deceit he felt. The grief that was nonsense because they were grieving over no one. The time wasted crying. The time wasted over nothing but false information and lies. She could see he looked vulnerable and naive and she felt guilty for even bringing her back to help on the mission they so direly needed her help with.

“No, I couldn’t.”

“What if I started taking Dilaudid again? Would you have let me?” YN’s eyes shot up at the question he bit towards his colleague; he never considered that, she was sure of it. YN would have known if he did. That time of his life was something she wished he would let go of, something she wished he forgot about so he could carry on with his life, something she wished he never considered again, “I thought about it.”  

YN couldn’t only feel her heart ache but she could feel the eyes of Hotch and Morgan resting upon her figure as she tried to occupy herself.

“You didn’t-”

“I did,” he hissed, placing the paper down on the desk below him and striding towards the doors, passed JJ as she pressed an apology upon him, hoping to get him to stay behind so she could hash it out until he fully understood their reasoning why they chose the plan that they did, “I did.”

“Spencer, I’m sorry-”

“It’s too late, alright?” He mumbled.

His legs took him out of the room and down from the floor they were situated on, ignoring the calls from Hotch as he stood with his arms folded in the corner of the room, everyone watching him as he left to go outside so he could catch a breath of fresh air and clear his mind of all the things rattling around inside his head. An alarming look from Morgan and a squeeze to her shoulder had YN up from her seat, case files left behind as she followed her boyfriend out of the station’s vicinity, catching him on a bench just a short walk away from the entrance of the building.

“If you’re coming here to tell me I need to focus on work rather than what’s happening then don’t, Morgan. I’m not-”

“What on earth gives you the impression I’m the big dude with muscles and a charming voice?” YN teased, his upper body twisting so he could catch the sweet stature of his smiling girlfriend, the slightest hint of a smile twitching his lips before he turned back to face forward. Hands clasped together and resting on his legs, thumbs tapping and rubbing at his skin in circles, feeling the presence of his girlfriend behind him, “mind telling me what that was all about?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He slipped to the other side of the bench so there was enough room for YN to sit down beside him, her hand reaching over to lace her fingers through his, squeezing his hand tightly as their conjoined palms rested upon his thigh, “I’m hurt and I’m angry, YN. I’m so angry. You saw how much I cried, how much I struggled, how much everyone had to adjust to life without Emily when she ‘died’. Yet they knew, they knew she was alive and they knew she was healthy and okay. They didn’t tell us and that’s- it’s sick,” he grappled, his voice full of passion; there was no way he was angry with them anymore and there was no way he would continue the trait up until someone said something to bring him back down to earth. He was glad she was home - he told her so many times in the last few days about just how great it was to have her home - but he never failed to drift back to the subject of how they dealt with the situation.

“They did it for her protection, Spence. They saved her and, essentially, saved us for truly having to say goodbye to her,” YN admitted, bringing their hands to her mouth so she could press a tacky kiss to the back of his hand, leaving a pink lipstick stain behind in her wake, “she’s safe now because of what they did. Doyle, he’s dead. Anyone who was after, they’re dead. She’s safer now than she was ever.”

“But they watched us grieve at a funeral. We buried something in that ground and were made to believe it was her,” Spencer sighed shakily, “they cried for her, too. They grieved. They said nothing was the same anymore. When they knew the truth all along. I cried with JJ, she helped me when you were working, she was denying it all but, in her head, she knew everything was a lie.”

“Emily left for a reason. To save everyone. She’s back now and you’ve got to remember how everything was before she left us,” YN’s hand gave his a gentle squeeze before she let go, bringing her hands to her lap and waiting for him to look up from the ground so she could see his eyes and so she could see his bright smile, “Spence, she’s not going anywhere.”

He nodded slowly and hesitantly lifted his head, his eyes a little raw around the rims and his lip a little chewed at, but the light in his face was still there. His body scooting closer to YN, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side for a little bit of romance before they were caught and checked on by another agent.

“You won’t leave me like that, will you?” He wondered, “don’t, okay? Don’t leave me.”

“If I’m going anywhere, you’re coming with me, mister,” YN grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to his pink lips, “we do it together or we don’t do it at all.”

[unironicduncanstan]

Randi’s Kustom Kandi! (Comes with free stickers!)

🌈💖 Hello, I’m a queer autistic low-income artist selling completely customized Kandi bracelets for $1 a piece ! 💖🌈

😘 Details and how to start your order below 😘

💲 COST: Pony bead bracelets, with colors, b&w words, or plain star beads, are $1 each, no taxes, just $1.00 flat. The use of colored letters and iridescent stars are $1.25. As of right now to keep stock up, bracelets consisting of Only star beads aren’t available to order. Charm options are not yet available, but will eventually be added, and prices may range. This is all just based on how much it costs to buy the beads to make these bracelets! 💲

📦 SHIPPING: Each order will end up with a different estimate for shipping costs, based on where you live, and how many bracelets you order. I ship through USPS and I should be able to ship almost anywhere, but the further away you are, the higher shipping will be. I’m shipping out of Kansas. Domestic shipping will probably start at around $3 - $8, international shipping will just have to depend. If you want an estimate before starting an order, just give me your address and an idea of how many bracelets you might want, and I’ll get back to you asap. 📦

🤷‍♀️ AVAILABILITY: I have a full rainbow array of pony beads including b&w, some neons and pastels too, I have a nice color range of star beads including b&w and transparent, and some iridescent star beads as well, and then for letters I have black on white, white on black, color on black and color on white. A lot of these can be seen in the example image above!  🤷‍♀️

IMPORTANT TO NOTE;;; My pony beads are all around 6x4mm, and the letter beads are 6x6mm. This is considered somewhat Small for kandi bracelets. This isn’t a choice I made to skimp out, this size is actually more expensive and harder to find than the usual 6x9mm, I just very much prefer this size to work with and wear. It’s only a tad bit more subtle, but it fits most people a lot better and I would Definitely recommend it for people with smaller wrists or who are just starting out with Kandi.

🤔 HOW TO ORDER: So basically, how you choose to tell me the pattern you want is up to you, you can draw it out if you want or just try to explain it with words, or whatever else works. Once you explain what you want, I’ll show you what beads I have that match your request, and you can decide what you want out of those options. 

An example could be; “I would like a bracelet with a repeating pattern of red and blue pony beads, with the word PLUR in black on white letters, and two pink stars on each side, just like this!” 

To which I might say; “Ok, here I have 2 shades of red and 4 shades of blue, and I have plain pink stars or iridescent pink, which ones would you like me to use?” and then I’d show you a picture of all of these colors for you to decide! Once we have all your bracelets planned out, I’ll ask for a few more details to give you your total price. Then once the payment goes through, I’ll start working! Whenever your bracelets are all complete, I’ll send you pictures of the finished products to make sure you like them (if not I’ll redo at no extra charge). After you give the OK, I’ll ship them out! (You can also ask for some ‘random/surprise me’ bracelets if you aren’t sure of any patterns, of course.)

What I have in stock might vary, I will try to update this post as that goes, so please make sure to visit this posts SOURCE instead of a reblog before you start an order to check for availability. Please send your order requests to THIS blog, through PM if you can. If you want an alternate way of communication, contact me however you can and we’ll go from there. I have discord, facebook messenger, email, etc. 🤔

🤷🏻 WHAT ELSE I NEED: When confirming your order, I’ll need your shipping address. I’ll then be able to calculate shipping cost and give you a full price. (Again, zero hard feelings if you can’t afford the price I give, like, bad vibes in the NEGATIVES, been there done that, and I’ll be available if you ever do have the funds, but please understand I can’t change shipping costs, I really would make it free if I could.) After that I’ll ask for your paypal and send a payment request, once that payment goes through is when I start your order! I’ll have to ask a few more questions, like your wrist measurements (or an estimate, since the bracelet is made of elastic it’ll have a decent amount of stretch, but this may warp how spaced your beads are if it’s too inaccurate.), and i’ll need your first and last name (it doesnt have to be a legal name, just something to put on your package). 🤷🏻

📫 SHIPPING TIME: Once again, this will depend on how far you are, and because of c0v1d it may be more delayed than expected. I’ll try to send you a tracking number as soon as your item ships. 📫

📿 CHARMS: If you’d like more options, the best solution I’ve been able to think of for now is that if you’d like, you could surf Ebay, Etsy, Etc. till you find some charms you’d want me to use, and then if you’re okay with covering the cost to get them (typically $5 to $15 for a decent lot) and then waiting a bit extra for me to receive them, I would have no problem using those for you! :) Someday I’d really like to stock up on popular charms to have more choices available, but I don’t quite have the funds quite yet. Thank you for your understanding. 📿

😷 ALLERGY/SENSITIVE SKIN NOTICE: I seal small parts of my bracelets to reduce the chance of breakage. I use a very tiny drop of Loctite Super Glue Gel on the knot. This glue does not keep the beads from moving freely or lock them into place, it’s used sparingly as a sealant. If you ever receive a bracelet that is locked or sticky, I would fully refund you and offer to send another. You can also absolutely opt out of this, Just add “No glue” somewhere to your order. Just be warned that your bracelet will be less protected from breakage. 😷

❗ DISCLAIMER: Either way, I cannot take responsibility for a bracelet eventually breaking down. Kandi and elastic bracelets in general are a bit prone to snapping, but mostly over time and especially if used in rave settings. I use high quality jewelry elastic from amazon, very high rated and recommended by other Kandi makers, and I knot them 3 times, so mine should last as long as they possibly can. Please make sure your wrist measurements are as accurate as they can be, and please be gentle when taking them on or off, just being careful will help prolong it’s usage by a lot. Now if a bracelet arrives broken, I will of course replace it, no extra charge. ❗

🦄 STICKERS: Order 5 bracelets and get one free sticker! Order 10 and get two, so on and so forth in a pattern of 5. The stickers are hand cut by me from large books and sheets, so the edges might look odd but the sticker itself should be unharmed. These are completely random, and based loosely around a scenecore aesthetic. Most are pretty ‘medium’ sized, but they do range quite a bit. 🦄

✍ CONTENT: Kandi, scene and rave culture, is in a general sense, a very upbeat and supportive based environment. I do not want to make bracelets with negative messages on them. I will obviously NEVER make any with hate speech or rude remarks, but beyond that, please keep your phrases positive. If you want something thats meant to fight hate, like “kill all n*zis” or something, I'm not opposed to that as it’s for justice, it’s just that most Kandi is focused on ‘happy party vibe’ messages. As far as media or interests, like if you want a bracelet that says “Gir” or “100 gecs”, or uses ship names, etc. I will not deny you any interest you choose. BUT, I am personally uncomfortable with d.dl/g and won’t make bracelets based on that, nor will I ever make bracelets supporting ped0ph1lic or 1ncestu0us content, including if they’re based on medias or fictional ships. As far as pride bracelets, I would LOVE to make those for you, and I will Never deny working with your identity, pronouns, etc. once again, unless it’s a p/ed0 flag or something. I will never deny working with any mental or physical disability/illness or other kind of divergency pride. Race and/or religion pride is also great except for “White pr1de” because of the violent connotations behind that concept. NSFW Kandi is fine, cussing is fine, I hope this goes without saying but please only ask for Kandi with a slur on it if you can reclaim that slur, and overall, just be mindful with what you ask for if you plan to wear it in public settings like raves. If you have any controversial ideas you felt this didn’t cover, please feel free to ask, I will not get angry at you for your request, even if I have to deny it. ✍

Thank you for reading! I look forward to doing business with you 😊

[millennialzadr]

MILLENNIALZADR’S IZ COMMISSIONS [OPEN]

HEY Y’ALL! I’M TAKIN A CRACK AT IZ COMMISSIONS!!

I figure it would be a good idea since I don’t get to draw IZ very much at all cause I’m always busy with regular commissions!! AND YA GIRL ALWAYS HAS BILLS TO PAY LOL

Now since this is my first second time doing fandom commissions I’m keeping them within my comfort zone, which is aged up canon characters in my own style! Plus OCs! I’ll put together a proper example sheet once I actually have enough examples fhsdgjf but search #my art on my blog if you aren’t familiar with my stuff!

Please read my rules and then DM me with your order and your paypal address so I can send you an invoice, then I’ll add you to the slot list! All my info is under the Read More! And of course any sharing/reblogs would be super appreciated!! Thanks for reading!! ❤️❤️❤️

Prices: (Note, these are half my regular rates, bc ilu<3)

(includes clean lines, color, simple shading and blank or simple bg):

Half Bodies: $30 per character

Full Bodies: $40 per character ($20 for Gir)

Small Comics: $20 starting per panel (depends on complexity)

Meme Redraws: $20 starting (depends on complexity)

Extra Details Fees may be applied for complex orders

I’m also offering Pen Sketches for half these prices!

Rules:

- You must be 18+ to commission me

- Paypal only, no trades, no holds

- All characters will be drawn in my own style, and all will be portrayed as adults

- If you’re seeing a reblog of this post, please check the original post before sending your order, in case any changes have been made or these commissions have been closed

- NSFW RULES: I will NOT be posting any NSFW IZ commissions, PLEASE DO NOT POST MY NSFW ART PUBLICLY!! Aged up characters are controversial and my career, being online, could suffer if someone wanted to use that against me. Sharing with friends in private is fine, but please do not post it. On a similar note, I may share your commission privately or include it in collections, but you as the commissioner will remain anonymous, I will not give your name out.

- TIME FRAMES: My schedule can sometimes get real hectic real suddenly, but if you don’t hear from me it doesn’t mean I forgot about your commission or I won’t finish it! My goal time frame for finishing commissions will be 1 to 2 weeks, and I’ll be capping wait time at one month, after which I’ll message you. Refunds can be issued any time before I start the commission. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have, but please also refrain from spamming me! Messaging me every other day asking for updates will result in cancellation of your commission.

- DON’T BE A JERK: Please be respectful!! I am a full time artist and I do not have time for rude or fussy customers, you will be blocked without warning if you behave inappropriately, try to change or bypass my rules, or complain about my process or prices! Respect me and I will respect you!

Things I Will Draw:

- Most Canon Characters (in my style, as adults)

- Invader Zim OCs

- Portraits/Interactive Scenes

- Most Ships/All Friendships

- Weird Shit, Surrealism, NSFW, Mild Gore and Mild Kinks

- Positive Themes (friendship, family, affection, romance, self indulgence, fun)

- Negative Themes (angst, mental illness, violence, vent)(may be selective)

Things I Will Not Draw:

- Characters in the Show’s Style/Canon Ages (for now)

- Anything I Can’t Draw (complex bgs, complex shading, complex props/objects, certain background characters etc.)

I maintain the right to decline any order for any reason. If you are unsure if what you want fits in with my rules, PLEASE ask me! I’ll be happy to tell you!

Things I Like Drawing!! (your commission may get done faster or get extra details since I tend to get carried away when I’m enjoying myself!)

- Zim, Dib, Gir, Gaz, and Tak

- ZADF/ZADR

- Millennial Culture

- Memes/Humor

- Fashion

- Domestic/Daily Life

- Fluff/Friendship/Anything SOFT

- Any character being feral

[prof-zimbrane]

Ok, so imagine Professor Membrane was an irken, next in line to be the Tallest. But he doesn't want to be Tallest. He's a scientist and that's all he wants to be. So he finds a planet a little off the star maps, (the sticky notes the tallest pointed at in episode 1 ) he fakes his death in a lab explosion and hides on earth, establishing himself as the smartest man on the planet. Mizuki becomes tallest instead.

Ahhhh!! Yeah, he’d pursue his passion for science so he can actually make a difference, instead of just being stuck in a leadership position, trying to conquer other planets to convert them into parking lots (unless the plan for Irken conquest came about later). In this case he’d be stuck on Earth for a long time. Cuz I think Zim’s killed Tallest Miyuki a really long time ago, like before becoming an invader???

More ramblings under the cut. (Endgame Zimbrane! What would this post be without that pairing? ON this blog? ahahha)

SO, he’d be on Earth for decades, away from his own species (unless he got visitors). Still that would make for a really lonely existence, especially cuz Earth is a dirtball full of the universe’s version of reclusive hicks and he’s got to wear a disguise to fit in. But then he’d grow to love Earth and what it holds cuz there’s a lot to be done there and he loves seeing how a short-lived species grows and adapts.

But then he’d wished for some sort of companion/apprentice and so that’s why his kids came about. So, he wanted to use regular Irken cloning technology to create identical clones, but then he’d realize that it would mean having his smeets grow at a slower age than everyone else, giving them Irken weaknesses in a planet that seems out to get them, and making them have to hide themselves from any potential predators out to expose them. Which, is something Prof Membrane doesn’t wish for, so maybe he just gave up on the idea of having actual Irken smeets and just genetically engineers human babies with some of his traits and some cosmic science/”magic”(maybe that’s why Dib has so many allergies and why Gaz has scary powers).

And when Zim finds out that there was another Irken living on Earth who doesn’t want to destroy it, who actively pursues science for the benefit of humankind, AND who is the father of his worst enemy, then I’d guess he’d be super intrigued, especially if he’s well-known as the Irken who disappeared before becoming Tallest, which is the highest honour ever (rumours would abound). Maybe Zim would think that he was kidnapped or brainwashed and as a loyal citizen of the Irken Empire, would seek to rescue/liberate him to reinstate him as the true/hidden Tallest (if Prof Membrane is still the tallest Irken alive) a la Simba from Lion King (”Remember who you are”).

This could lead to funny scenarios where Zim just plops into Prof Membrane’s lab to take him away from his work but then his means of transportation just ends up being destroyed and they land in a romantic location, so ZIm just bullshits his way into saying it was all according to the plan and they just start these intense discussions and talks about how Irk’s been, what it’s been like living on Earth, any surprising scientific discoveries they found, etc. Zim does this often enough that Prof Membrane’s lab assistants/colleagues/employees just start assuming that they’re an item.

Prof Membrane started off being wary of Zim just kidnapping him esp cuz Dib keeps warning Prof Membrane about Zim but he has several plans of attack and defense for every possible scenario, so he’ll never be scared by whatever Zim throws at him. But he doesn’t enjoy any more harm to be done against him or to the surrounding environments, so he started distracting Zim with basic small talk, which eventually became full blown conversations lasting hours. And with all these kidnappings, vehicle crashes, and talks, he’s actually starting to genuinely enjoy Zim. Especially cuz he’s been alone, with no one to confide to on planet Earth.

Somehow, with each kidnapping, Zim manages to crash into more and more extravagantly romantic places, where he’d be forced to stay put to repair his Cruiser or until Gir/Minimoose fetch him an illegally stolen lorry to hide his Voot. Zim would grumble over his crashed ship and delayed plans but with Prof Membrane’s distractions, he’d feel content to talk about things he missed being in space, surrounded by Irk’s culture. He’d feel like he had a friend, someone who he could eventually trust (and what does it matter that he initially thought of humouring Prof Membrane’s small talk to convince Prof Membrane to leave Earth to become the Tallest? He’s honest with what he says).

Since Zim believes that Prof Membrane is the right Tallest, he doesn’t feel the need to appease the current Tallests. So he thinks it safe to open up to Prof Membrane. About his doubts on the mission, his fears of being a bad Irken, a defective, and about all the disasters he caused. This could be the turning point of their relationship. Where they accept that they actually have feelings for the other, i.e. Prof Membrane realizes he loves Zim when he wants to do whatever it takes to take away Zim’s sorrow and end up comforting him, and Zim realizes that he loves Prof Membrane when he feels accepted after Prof Membrane cheers him up.

And how does this all end? Dib and Gaz find out about their heritage, of course they would! Zim finally learns to appreciate Earth and is willing to stay there forever with his partner and adopted kids, although Prof Membrane finding out what the Irken Empire has accomplished on the other half of the Universe, he’d be like “The universe needs my help! I can’t, in good conscience, leave some pathetic, ineffectual little rebellion be the only force going against two idiots too occupied with snacking and destroying to rule the Universe!” He gets one of those “with great height comes great responsibility” epiphanies.

He and Zim end up liberating the conquered planets by taking over the previous Tallests positions cuz height really is everything and the Control Brains are the ones who do the Pak programming, so Red and Purple are tossed to the side fairly easily (they still live a comfortable life filled with doughnuts though).

Many Irkens actually prefer Prof Membrane because 1) he’s really tall, 2) he gives his citizens more rights, and 3) he’s just really badass with his tech and knowledge + he really supports the science sector of the empire and can be found mostly conducting research. Zim rules in his stead when Prof Membrane is busy (Zim is surprisingly good as a ruler, as long as Prof Membrane gives him affection and an outlet for his destructive tendencies (he gets to punish criminals with stuff he designs himself)).

(I know it’s a Disney ending, but I’m just making it up as I go).

[ravenoftheskyes]

Dear Evan Hansen, We’ve been way too out of touch. (Yes, this is a persona fanfic)

(AN: @yusuke-of-valla’s blog, PQ2 but they’re doing DEH.)

“Cmon, Mona! Swallow your pride for me, just nod yes! Act like a mascot for once! For Ann?” Ren says, laughing.

“And prepare, cause something’s in the air!~” quite a few voices speak up.

“I’ve found my people!” Ren screams out, seeking out the voices.

The rest of the sidequest involved Ren, Makoto, Haru, Yusuke, Ann, Goro, Futaba, Yosuke, Rise, Minato, and Minako singing a bunch of musical songs.

Everyone threw Minato and Minako a heathers preformance because Heathers wasn’t out yet in their time.

And then...

“A preformance!” Ren says, flourishing a script.

“A what?” Minako said to him.

“We’re going to preform Dear Evan Hansen!” Futaba says, with an excited look on her face.

“What’s that?” Rise asks, confusedly.

“A musical! It’s kinda dark, but it’s got some killer songs and some hilarious moments!” Ann says, quickly.

“Okay, so who do you want us to be?” Minato asks, immediately bringing everyone on board.

“Okay, I was thinking that Yosuke could be Jared, Haru could be Alana, Yusuke could be Connor, Makoto could be Heidi, and Minato could be Zoe. But there’s are three roles that I have no idea who could be them.” Ren explains.

“Well, what are the characters?”

“Evan, our protag is depressed, oblivious, and ridiculously in love with Zoe. Larry and Cynthia are Connor and Zoe’s parents. They need to be able to argue at a moment’s notice.”

Minato and Minako share a look.

“We might know some people who could fill those roles.” Minako says, a smirk playing at her lips.

And they leave the room.

Twenty minutes later, they drag in Akihiko, Mitsuru, and Yu.

“If I’m Zoe, then my husband should be Evan, shouldn’t he?”

“And you haven’t seen these two really get into an argument.”

Ren smiles.

“Looks like we have our cast!”

And rehearsals begin immediately, with scripts and listens of the songs.

Finally, Makoto and Mitsuru start off “Anybody have a map?”

“Connor finished the-” Minato starts, swinging the milk carton behind him and accidentally hitting Akihiko, who was standing behind him.

“Shit, you alright?” Minato says, basically carrying Akihiko at this point.

“Yeah, fine.” He says, clearly with a broken nose.

Mitsuru sighs and pulls out her evoker.

“Diarahan” she says, with a tight-lipped frown.

And that was only the start.

“Life without you has been rough” Yu starts

“Kin-HAHAHAHAHA” Yosuke tries to say.

He ended up laughing for a full minute.

Ren, Minako, and Hikari hold back snickers.

Requiem comes along.

“Why should I play the grieving gir-”

Minato tries to sing, and ends up yawning.

“Wow, you can’t even stop yawning during a preformance?” Yu quips.

And Minato, deadpan as always, says this.

“I want a divorce.”

Minako and Ren try so, so hard to not die of laughter.

And when they finally get to the end of act 1...

“Even when the dark comes crashing through, you will be found. When you need someone to carry you, you will be found! You will be found!”

Minato and Yu lean in for the kiss.

“Haha!” Futaba yells out, just as their lips are about to meet.

“Futaba! You killed the moment!” Ren yells back to her.

“S-Sorry! It’s just that Hikari told me something hilarious!”

Minako whispers something under her breath.

“Take two!” Hikari says.

“Say darling, hey maybe, fancy a movie night with us?” The wildcards say in sync.

“You guys really need to stop that.”

“No!”

There was somewhat smooth sailing until Good for You.

“And you say what you need to say, and you play who you need to play, and If somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind!”

Yu breaks down in tears.

“Cut the music!” Someone screams out.

“Yu, it’s all an act. Please calm down.” Makoto says, with her head in her hands

“Yeah, partner.” Yosuke says, touching Yu’s arm.

“I’m sorry! I’m not a theater kid! I don’t know how to do this!” Yu cry-yells

“Yu, seriously? This is why you join the drama club.” Minato chimes in.

“Oh, and I suppose you’re a part of yours?!”

“...We don’t have a drama club.”

“Technically, we do.” Mitsuru chimes in.

“We have one?!” Minako yells out.

“Well, on paper at least, SEES is the drama club.”

“We’re the WHAT NOW?!”

“...It’s not important, anyhow. The true purpose is to fight shadows, is it not?”

“Is that why Ms. Toriumi sometimes asks me to do dramatic readings in class?” Minato asked, with a degree of uncertainty.

“Most likely, yes.”

“Revelations aside, let’s try again. We need to get this perfectly!” Hikari says, cutting off the conversation.

So they stumble through the rest of the songs, and start with the dialogue.

“You went lurching from one miracle cure to the next.” Akihiko yells.

“Miracle cure? Is that really what you call it?!” Mitsuru says, with all the emotion of a grieving mother.

And then sparks and ice start surrounding them.

“Oh, no-” Minato says out, just as Mitsuru accidentally freezes Akihiko.

“Akihiko!” Mitsuru says as she snaps out of her stupor and catches her frozen best friend.

Shinjiro runs in. “WHAT’S GOING ON MY IDIOT-FRIEND-SENSES ARE TINGLING!”

After they thaw out Akihiko and try again, a similar thing happens. Akihiko shocks her.

Shinjiro has to start sitting in because otherwise his friends are going to kill each other.

Finally, dress rehearsals. Akihiko borrows Yu’s glasses, Yosuke wears his, and everyone dresses a bit more casually. Yusuke’s hair gets poofed up by Ren and Ann.

“Why am I lowkey weak for Inari?! I shouldn’t be lowkey weak for Inari!” Futaba yells out.

Everyone else, is of course, also lowkey weak.

Songs start again.

“Oh, damn!” Minato says as he watches the milk carton fly into the ceiling. “I’ll get it!”

“I’m gonna say the M word!” Futaba yells out, suddenly.

“NO!” Half the team screams.

“Macbeth!” She yells out.

“AAAAAAAA” Minato yells, as he falls off the ladder.

“...Countercurse time?”

“YEAH!”

“What happened??” Minato questions.

“Futaba said the M word!” Minako tells him.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THE M WORD IN A THEATER?!”

“If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, that you have but slumbered here, whilst these visions did appear.” Futaba recites.

“Thank you!” Ren told her.

“What’s this superstition? Why shouldn’t you say M-” Yu questions.

“NO!” Once again, half the cast yells.

“Call it ‘The Scottish Play’ or ‘The Bard’s Play’ in a theater” Minako starts.

“Basically, there are multiple stories. Some say it’s because the first ‘Lady’ died and Shakespeare had to go on in her place. There was also the one where the prop daggers were switched for real ones and Duncan was murdered live on stage. There’s also the one that says the spells in the play are actual spells and Witches cursed it because of that.” Ren informed Yu.

“...Oh”

“Yeah. So never say the M-word in a theater.”

“Okay.”

Finally, the preformance.

...You think everything ended here? Oh no, mistakes always happen.

“Dear Evan Hansen, thanks for every note you send!”

“Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend!”

“Our friendship goes beyond...”

Yu dips Yusuke.

“Your average kind of bond!”

They lean in.

“But not because we’re gay!”

Yu drops Yusuke.

“No, not because we’re gay!”

Yusuke says, as he jumps up. Everyone laughs.

“Did you plan that?! Did you?!” Ann whisper-screams to Ren.

“No! Not at all!” He whispers back.

And then the “You Will Be Found” situation.

The company starts singing. And then we get to Zoe’s part.

Yu trips Minato. Minato is literally pinning Yu to the floor. Minato keeps singing, and then leans in for the kiss when it’s time.

All the other theater kids beg for Yu not to mess up with Akihiko and Mitsuru.

The rest of the show goes without incident.

The finale comes in, and the curtain goes down.

Raucous applause follows it.

...It was hard, but they did it.

[rancoeur-the-unfortunate]

Pills (Chapter 10)

(1065 words)

Dib sat at his computer, finding it very hard to sleep with all the new information now tucked closely in his brain.

Out of curiosity he went to his blog.

Then immediately regretted it.

The blog was now full of photos and videos of Zim!

His Zim.

Dib almost screamed as people posted thing about the alien. All still drug related but it seems like some were getting bolder.

One kid got Zim walking home alone on film. Must have been before Keef came into the picture.

Still, now the internet knew where Zim lived.

One kid apparently used this to his advantage and took several pics of the house before and after he vandalized it.

After checking the date, Dib confirmed it was the time Zim disappeared for a week.

A lot seemed to come up with the conclusion that Keef was Zim's suppler and when Keef found out that the green kid was caught he stayed close to protect his buyer.

It seemed plausible enough for the internet to believe.

It was also infuriating to Dib that it made his blood boil.

Dib being the admin, was able to look through the private chats.

They spoke about Zim in strange ways.

One he found went like this.

"So y do u think he takes the pills?"

"My best guess is cuz of that Dib kid"

"Why Dib?"

"Well think about it this way, Dib does nothing but torment the guy. I mean I'd want to escape reality that if I had to live with Dib bothering me everyday."

"Eh I guess so."

Dib shook his head. That wouldn't be true even IF Zim was human.

Dib wasn't THAT bad... was he?

Dib read another.

"Got some new pics."

"Oh show! Show!"

"Picsofzim.png

Zimalone.png

Zimwithsupplier.png"

"Good ones that's a great camera."

"Lol"

"Thanks lol"

A chill went through Dib's spine as he looked at the pictures.

These people were actually STALKING Zim. This wasn't right, only HE could stalk that alien. It was HIS job to save the world from Zim's certain doom.

Then Dib found an active one.

"Hey I think I found something for the Swollen Eyeball to look at."

"Really? Show me."

"Secretpicture.png"

"Yes this looks like good evidence indeed the Swollen Eyeball will deffinately look into this."

"Thank you Agent GubGrub."

"No problem Agent Callus."

Dib sat there staring at the chat. He couldn't believe it. The Swollen Eyeball had been notified and it wasn't even by HIM. Then he looked to the picture file. He moved his mouse over to it and clicked open.

It was a picture of Zim. In his base. Without his disguise! SLEEPING?!

So many horrible thoughts ran threw Dib's head. He couldn't believe it! That... that PICTURE shouldn't be POSSIBLE.

First of all no one had ever gone inside that base unbeknownst to Zim execpt HIM.

Second no one ever believed him when he showed them pictures of Zim without his disguise.

Last WHEN THE HELL DID ZIM EVER START SLEEPING?!

Zim in said picture was asleep in his chair in front of his big computer screen.

Dib was starting realize how much of a bad idea it was to start posting about this online.

Dib thought that spreading awareness to Zim's 'addiction' would lead to people believing him when he told them that Zim was an alien. But he never thought people would ACTUALLY take matters into their own hands.

Now the Swollen Eyeball might be after Zim.

Wait.

Why was he worried for Zim?

This was what he wanted right? For people to stop calling him crazy or insane?

But Zim wasn't really bad was he?

He used to be just like Dib. Fighting to save his world and with a little waiting Dib could bring that Zim back.

Zim would leave.

The Earth would be safe.

But then no one would ever believe him if his only proof just up and left.

What was more important?

The world or Dib.

Dib looked to the pills sitting in a case on his desk.

The human wasn't thinking when he left home. Wasn't thinking when he ran down the street towards Zim's house. DEFFINATELY wasn't thinking when he knocked on the door.

Zim's robot opened the door and squealed in delight.

"Hiya Mary!"

"My names not-whatever. Can you tell me where Zim is?"

"Uh huh. He down in ta lab makin Zs!"

"Can you take me to him?"

The robot nodded and grabbed Dib's hand and took him to the desk elevator.

"Heya compooter!"

"What is it?"

"Can ya take us to uh masta?"

"Fine."

Wow Zim's AI seems a little dumb for advanced alien tech.

The elevator took the both of them down until they got to one of the labs.

Dib stepped out while GIR went back up.

Dib made his way around carefully trying to avoid any set traps. Dib walked through the hallways until he found an open room. It was huge compared to the other rooms. Though it looked simliar.

Magenta, purple, and red covered the room along with pipes across the ceiling.

The floor was also covered in broken glass and glowing fluids. Dib walked past a counter and found vials and research papers about Irken Anatomy. Other sheets scribbled all over in Irken covered the floor.

There was only one chair in the room and it was facing away from Dib.

Slowly and carefully trying to avoid glass Dib made his way to the chair and slowly spun in around.

In it, curled up in a little ball was Zim. Minimoose (who was either awake or sleeping, Dib didn't know) was held to Zim's chest in a death grip, as he slept. If this wasn't Dib's mortal enemy he'd have to say this was the cutest thing ever.

Zim's hardened features were softened and relaxed. His alert antennae now pressed to his head as he leaned to his chair. He looked so small and helpless.

What Zim was doing here Dib didn't know but it was obvious how tired he was. Dib took a step back to leave him be when he stepped on a peice of glass by accident.

Dib looked down to his shoes then up where he found Zim now clearly wide awake and mad.

Dib was now face to face with Zim's blaster.

"Explain yourself human."

Yeah not helpess at all.

[nefarious-cas]

Tagged by @veritasnvirtue - a hella cool mutual lol

Nicknames/pet names: My name is Erin so I don’t have a lot but I get “er” a lot and my SO calls me Gir

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5’ 4.5”

Last movie I watched: BirdBox

Last thing I googled: “alaskan Bull worm IRL”

Favorite musicians: lesbian Jesus, Orla gartland, dodie, illenium, Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy

Song stuck in my head- Gives you Hell, all american rejects

Other blogs: @lgbtvetkid (for the nerdy veterinarian in me)

Do you get asks?: sometimes, i adore when I get them but as of late I’ve been getting spam (for about a year) of someone asking if I’m a gold star lesbian, so other than that, not really (would love to get more tho ;) )

Following: literally a bit of everything. Veterinarian blogs, cute animals, pretty lgbt people, gay shit everywhere, shitpost blogs

Dream Trip: ICELAND ICELAND ICELAND

Amount of sleep: 5-8 hours usually, I have a really busy schedule so I need my sleep

Lucky Number: 7 or 84

What I’m Wearing: TomBoyX rainbow lounge sports bra and red and black plaid pj pants from Walmart

Dream Job: Veterinarian

Instruments I play: a little piano

Languages: English and some Spanish

Favorite songs rn: Numb Without You- the Maine, Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea- Fall Out Boy, Dead and Gone- State Champs, Don’t Feel Like Crying- Sigrid, Sue Me- Sabrina Carpenter

Tagging - @nonbinaryspacequeen @1juice3 @car-punk @illegalaustralien @waxwingedboy @justashotofdepresso

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