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You know, Zim is actually pretty smart (relatively speaking, anyway) when it comes to holding back around his classmates and playing the helpless victim in public, even when it means taking shit from them until he can serve karmic justice indirectly. And that's a very fun character trait/surprising point of patience and competency on his part, but I do think it'd be REALLY fun if some random kid actually pissed him off enough for him to just like, snap their fucking arm in broad daylight. He wasn't even trying to severely hurt them, he just wanted to get them off of him. It's not his fault that humans are too fragile to take the most basic disarm maneuver taught to Irken smeets—and by the way, Dib did not cry NEARLY as much when Zim did the same thing to him, so it seems like this is mostly just a 'you' problem.
Naturally this line of argument does not persuade the faculty out of suspending him, but it was worth it. Dib is trying really hard not to find the situation funny lest he come off as endorsing Zim's evil, but like. The alien who physically and psychologically tortures him on a weekendly basis just hospitalized one of the assholes who'd been so convinced of his obvious harmlessness and that is, in fact, very funny. Maybe there's an upside to having a totally amoral genocide-happy Z-list supervillain at your school if Dib can watch these people suffer AND maintain his perfectly faultless moral purity.
#invader zim#zim#dib#iz posting#natterings#and thus dib crossed the line from 'manipulating their classmates into harassing zim for the sake of watching the alien suffer'#to 'manipulating their classmates into harrassing zim for the sake of the alien making THEM suffer'#its a win-win situation for him really#also#while this was not the point of this post it does occur to me that zim would HATE being suspended#moreso than other more common punishments he's likely already experienced#not because he's attached to his classes or particularly invested in keeping the faculty's favor#though the latter IS inconvenient and the former annoying because. that's where dib is#but because a cycle of exclusionary discipline is kind of what's been following Zim his entire life#he doesn't mind being hated but he cannot STAND being ignored or sent away or pushed aside#and given his historical reactions to such treatment uuuhhhhh#gl to the skool I guess!!
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I mean, the thing is that fiction about aliens is almost always going to be about some sort of Other on some level. Whatever it’s about demonizing or fear-mongering about some sort of Outsider Group or trying to get the audience to sympathize with the Other via the metaphor of a lovable alien.
And Invader Zim is kind of an interesting spot there because, like, it’s not just ‘Bad Outsider Out to Destroy Our Beloved In-Group’ or ‘Poor Sympathetic Outsider Being Put-Down by the In-Group’. First thing first because Zim is kinda both. He is both the Outsider secretly hiding inside the in-group plotting their destruction - but the narrative and framing also sympathizes with him and supports his view of the in-group (that humans are stupid and gross).
So he can’t really be A Scary Demonized Outsider when he gets so much narrative sympathy and support, but also… he is a murderous little world-conquering bastard and most of his suffering is generally just him gets exactly what he deserves so he can’t be your classic sort of Sympathetic Outsider either.
And the other thing is that the in-group is not even really involved in Zim’s conflict. Zim’s biggest challenge in conquering the earth is Dib, another Outsider. Often, despite being a human and thus part of the literal in-group, Dib is an even bigger Outsider to humanity than Zim is.
Zim and Dib are both Outsiders, and Zim isn’t just an Outsider as an Alien on Earth - among his own people he is in the same situation as Dib is, an Outsider in his own in-group. (Not that he can ever admit to himself that is the case). So these two Weirdos are fighting to protect/further the goals of two in-groups that will never actually accept them.
And so often their main weapon against each other and the primary danger and the source of their suffering for themselves is the same thing; the in-group conformity and enforcement of social norms.
Dib’s main evidence that Zim is an Alien is, most of the time, just the fact that he looks and acts weird. But also he himself is constantly bullied for looking and acting weird.
And Zim’s most constant source of anxiety while undercover on Earth is the fact that he’s going to get caught being Too Weird and then not just fail his mission, but get brutally dissected and experimented on. But his best defense against being exposed is… basically just to point out just how much Dib also Diverges From the Norm.
It’s the story of two Weirdos trying to get the other punished for being weird in some way, while the Normies just kinda look on and laugh at them both. And the actual thing they want, recognition and acceptance from their in-group is the one thing they are doomed to never actually get.
And honestly, I think that's actually what makes a lot of real-life Outsiders cling to IZ, especially while we’re teens. I think, in a way, the fact that it’s kind of a messy Outsider narrative makes it more relatable to the messy middle-school/high-school experience than something more neatly crafted to be uplifting to the Weird Kids.
I mean, I certainly see the obvious value in fiction that’s actually trying to create a positive narrative for queer teens or autistic kids or maybe just scene kids or any combination of the following. This sort of media is very good, and can be just as important to some folks.
But... also the truth is that when you’re an edgy teen wrecked with self-loathing for Weirdness you don’t even fully understand “There’s nothing wrong with me and all the people making me feel like they are Bad!” can be a hard message to really believe in. Sometimes it’s easier to start from “Maybe I am all the terrible things people say that I am but.. still deserve love and sympathy, I can still be the hero of the story”.
And because, sadly, the problem of Weirdos attacking each other for being Weirdos using the same rhetoric that’s used to hurt them, just for the sake of approval and recognition from in-groups that are never going to treat either of them as nothing but a joke - is not a phenomenon exclusive to the Silly Alien Invader Nicktoon.
And Dib and Zim’s rivalry is a great basic framework to explore it both in analysis of the canon and in fanworks.
#iz#invader zim#iz analysis#zim#zim iz#iz zim#invader zim zim#zim invader zim#zim irken#dib membrane#iz dib#invader zim dib#dib iz#dib invader zim#iz dib membrane
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As REQUESTED! Here's part 3 of "Yoongi who never had a crush... Until you" from my notes app!
This is a little longer than the others due to my commute to work taking a little longer today, so yall can thank the Sao Paulo train system for that!
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Anywho! Enjoy!
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Yoongi had an on going theory - now proven over many many times - that any and all problems he encountered could somehow be traced back to Jimin.
Beer missing from the fridge? Jiminie. His files mysteriously disappearing from his computer, replaced by a bootleg version of The Sims 3? Jimin. The Plague? Park Jimin, that fucking rat.
And once more, in a house party he had no interested being at, poor Yoongi found himself victim of the consequences of his ill-fated association with that god-forsaken gremlin, now smiling smugly from across the circle where his friends and a few acquaintances sat.
"Everyone knows the rules, right?" Jimin said, innocently like he wasn't the cause of Yoongi's on going demise "You spin the bottle and whoever it points to, you have to kiss!"
Yoongi snorted from his place in a chair outside the circle. At 30 years old, he was clearly above such childish games and would never submit himself to such humiliating and depraved behavior...
"I'm here! I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" he heard and he swore time stopped as you, of all people, sat within the circle next to a Jungkook, smoothing down your tennis skirt as you smiled "What are we playing?"
"Spin the bottle!" Jimin smiled grew, a mischievous gleam appearing as he peared at his frozen friend.
Your eyes looked around the circle, falling on Yoongi's a couple feet behind and he swore even the singular hair in his left toe stood up in alert "Yoongi's not playing?" You asked.
Jimin shrugged in despondency "Well, no-"
"Of course I am!" Yoongi threw himself onto the ground, sending a poor unsuspecting Taehyung flying out of the way with a whelp "I love this game!"
Yoongi did not in fact love this game. He loathed it.
They had played several rounds and his bottle was nowhere close to pointing at you. Instead, he kissed Namjoon twice and slapped Taehyung once for putting his slimy tongue out as their faces got closer.
Was he cursed, he wondered, the face of dispirited desperation, watching as Hoseok and Jin made out in a way that could only be described as disproportionately violent. What could he have done in his past lives that would lead to this punishment, the sheer torture of sitting across from you and not getting to kiss you? Had he not earned your affections? Did he not claim your love through the cosmical power of dibs?
Whatever. WhaTEVER! So it would be, he would die alone. A monk amongst 6 manwhores, a fortitude of loneliness, cursed to roam the earth in his loveless state...
Oh, it was his turn. He spinned the bottle thoughtlessly, mind still wondering about the implications of his slowly returning virginity due to solitude.
Oh.
Oh.
You looked up at him as the bottle pointed straight at your form all the way across the circle and Yoongi swore someone had to call 911 at the way his heart stopped. His condition - simptitis - was worsening by the second.
Someone wheel him into the emergency room - you were crawling across the circle, prowling really, your blouse dipping in a way that left nothing to the imagination, and trust him, he had imagined!
You stopped, kneeling in front of him "Hi, Mr. Min."
Here are some symptoms to look for if you believe you could suffer from simptitis:
-accelerated heart beat
-exaggerated hand sweating
-inability to form coherent thoughts, not to be confused with just being stupid, which Yoongi was starting to think it was his case
-ill timed boners
And, the most common one:
-praise kink
Yoongi seemed to be displaying all of the above at the same time and when you softly asked "Are you okay with this?" All he could do was brace himself and nod.
If Hoseok and Jin's kiss was violent, this one was peaceful, slow, soft and way too passionate for a spin the bottle session. You tasted like sicilian lemon and gin and Yoongi was only but an alcoholic man at your feet, cradling your face to keep you close, refusing to let go of the addictive feeling of your lips on his.
Someone coughed awkwardly and you stepped back, face flushed and chest heaving. You looked deliciously disheveled and Yoongi thought of other circumstances where he could make you look like that again.
Okay, so maybe Jimin wasn't that bad. Maybe he wasn't the physical manifestation of Yoongi's karma. Maybe that phat assed hobbit was up to something with his seventh grade games...
Oh, it was your turn. Maybe Yoongi would get to kiss you again!
Nope. It landed on Jimin, who wasted absolutely no time in bringing your face down to his.
The betrayal? The bro-trayal?
Back stabbing little tinker bell bitch.
Bugger.
Bugger it all to hell.
#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts#min yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi fanfic#min yoongi x y/n#yoongi x reader#yoongi fluff
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A venn diagram of the queer/neurodiverse content depicted in Invader Zim. I've already talked about the inherent queerness of Zim and mentioned a few times that there’s a big overlap with autism/neurodiversity but I thought this would make a handy reference. Note that “neurodiversity” isn’t just autism/ADD/ADHD but also includes mental illness, personality disorders, mood disorders, learning disabilities, and anything else that isn’t “neurotypical”.
On the queer side there is actual canon queer rep in the show and comics:
Irkens are canonically aroace and intersex.
Groyna from the comics was confirmed by Eric Trueheart to be a lesbian.
Commander Poki from the comics may be trans, as she has eyelashes normally only seen on female Irkens, but lacks the curled antenna every other female Irken is shown to possess.
Recap Kid's gender is deliberately ambiguous.
There are also many instances of queer-coding that can be seen throughout the show such as:
The homoerotic rivalry between Zim and Dib.
Red and Purple basically being Zim's two gay dads.
Zim and several other characters having campy and dramatic mannerisms.
Zim using Keef and Tak as beards.
Zim and GIR wearing make-up/cross-dressing and generally not concerning themselves with or even being aware of gender conformity.
That time Dib's personality was copied into the body of a female ship which became very distressed at being told it wasn't really a boy and changed its physical appearance to match its brain.
Other queer elements featured in the show include:
Female characters who aren't love interests/show no interest in romance.
Most characters showing a general lack of visible interest in the opposite sex or romance.
The Membranes being a non-traditional family (single dad with no mom, later acquiring two more dads in the form of Foodio and Clembrane). Irken society not being structured around family units at all.
Satirical depictions of nuclear family units (Zim’s roboparents).
Transhumanism.
Kink/Fetish content including tentacles, bondage, domination, tongues, sadism, mind-control, body morphing, gore, food/eating, bodily fluids/fluids in general, Giger-esque designs, etc…
On the Neurodiverse side we have:
Zim’s food sensitivity.
Zim’s germophobia.
Zim’s dislike of being touched or hugged.
Zim seeming to suffer from sensory issues in general.
Zim getting overstimulated on the bus in Walk of Doom.
Zim and Dib infodumping.
Zim’s idiosyncratic speech mannerisms.
Characters having high intellect paired with poor social skills/low emotional intelligence.
Hyperfixations and special interests.
Zim’s struggles with multi-tasking and keeping his priorities straight.
GIR being easily distracted and unable to focus on anything that doesn’t immediately interest him.
Characters having poor volume control.
Characters having mood swings or trouble regulating their emotions.
Zim’s issues with memory.
Dib hyperfocusing to the point of neglecting hygiene.
Zim’s “problem with listening”.
And in the middle where they overlap there’s:
Zim and Dib being outcasts, misunderstood by everyone around them, and only able to connect with other misfits like Gaz, GIR, Keef, each other, and random hobos.
Zim masking his otherness and putting on performative displays of “normalcy” and having a well-founded fear of the consequences of being discovered.
Dib being open about his otherness and looking for respect and acceptance in the face of overwhelming ridicule and contempt.
Dib being pressured by his father to conform in order to please him.
Dib finding that the social benefits of conformity aren’t enough to outweigh the pain of not being his authentic self in Mopiness of Doom.
Dib’s experiences and perspectives being trivialized, dismissed and medicalized as indicators of mental illness.
Dib actually being mentally ill, but only as a result of not being accepted or supported for being different.
The eugenicist dystopia of the Irken Empire, where Zim is labeled “defective” and sentenced to death rather than treated for the mental health issues caused by the society that created him.
Daddy issues/familial rejection/non-acceptance.
Zim and Dib’s struggles with depression.
Zim and Dib’s need to prove themselves to gain validation and acceptance.
Zim and Dib being victims of bullying and in turn bullying others to feel a sense of power.
Dib’s self-loathing.
Zim’s default state being paranoia and anxiety.
Zim and Dib’s self-image issues.
And of course the one thing that binds us all: alternative fashion.
#invader zim#zadr#zadf#zim#dib#dib membrane#gaz#gaz membrane#tak#invader tak#professor membrane#keef#almighty tallest
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I’ve written about this a lot before but it bears reiterating now.
I’ve seen some takes that essentially say Taylor was callous because she broke up with Joe because he “couldn’t get over his depression” and how cruel that is when she said she loves him.
And I think that a lot of the people who think that are identifying with Joe, and empathizing with him and suffering from a version of somewhat understandable main character syndrome. I see this a lot in advice on how to be there for someone struggling with their mental health. It says things like “keep reaching out even if they ignore you. They appreciate it.” “Keep inviting them to do things even if they say no” “Continue letting them know you are there for them to talk to even if they repeatedly shut you out.” And I’m not saying this is bad advice, but it makes it sound like there is one person who struggles with their mental health surrounded by supporting characters who are 100% healthy and able to give an endless supply of emotional energy and that they never have mental health struggles that are impacted by this. (My mental health for instance tanks when I reach out over and over and get rejected because I feel like no one likes me)
From what I can tell from her music (which by the way is the only indication we have that Joe struggles with his mental health, so if we are accepting that premise we need to accept everything else she says about it) Taylor followed a lot of this advice for a long time.
Years of labor locks and ceilings
Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away
Always rising from the ashes
There was nowhere for me to stay but I stayed anyways
And she tried and tried until it was having a hugely detrimental impact on her mental health which she relates
She discusses how she had to revert into a dream world because of the impact of it:
I dreamed about it in the dark the night I felt like I might die
She talks about how holding on to the relationship made her feel:
I know my pain was such an imposition
My white-knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment
My spine split from carrying us up the hill
Wet through my clothes weary bones caught the chill
She had a huge amount of anxiety about the relationship so much that her friends noticed how it was impacting her
My friends say it isn’t right to be scared every day of a love affair
My friends tried but I wouldn’t hear it/watched me daily disappearing
She got to the point where she wasn’t sure he even wanted her
Every breath feels like rarest air/When you’re not sure if he wants to be there
Is it really your anxiety that keeps you from giving me everything or do you just not want to
I wouldn’t marry me either
Her mental health was deteriorating, so if Joe deserved a partner that would support him when his mental health was struggling, doesn’t Taylor? There’s no evidence that he was able to give that to her and she felt very misunderstood by him
My face was gray but you wouldn’t admit that we were sick
How can you say you love someone you can’t tell is dying
You never read into my melancholia
Nobody noticed my new aesthetic
You say you don’t understand and I say I know you don’t
He don’t understand me
A pathological people pleaser/who only wanted you to see her
Why is his mental health considered more important than hers? One person doesn’t get to call dibs on being the one with mental health problems while the other person is assigned to be the supporting character forever.
It’s also clear she had hopes and dreams for a future that involved marriage and kids that he couldn’t or wouldn’t give her. So should she should give those up so as not to leave her partner who is depressed and be labeled a bad person?
It isn’t his fault that he’s depressed but Taylor clearly has mental health struggles too and one is not more important to the other. They were unable to be good partners to each other due to this, so ending it was the right thing. Were there better ways to do it, yes! But she was clearly struggling so incredibly much that I for one, will give her grace and understanding
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Temptation
Ettore (High Life) x Reader - Part 1
Summary: Tired of the monotony of everyday life aboard the spaceship, you decide to start a little game to taunt Ettore. But your plan backfires and now you must deal with the consequences of temptation.
This fic was heavily inspired by these two songs. I recommend giving them a listen before continuing: "Fill the Void" by Lily-Rose Depp & The Weeknd and "Little Girl Gone" by CHINCHILLA
Words: 6.3K
Warnings: PLEASE READ! NSFW, Smut, Mature Themes 18+, Sexual Content 18+, Noncon, Dubcon, Rough Sex, Physical Violence, Mention of Suicide, Mention of Physical Abuse, Language, Degradation
A/N: Consider Part 1 to be "just getting warmed up". I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @arcielee for beta reading and @myfandomprompts for providing most of the pics and gifs!
Dividers by @firefly-graphic
Every day was the same.
Trapped on this doomed spaceship that was destined for hell, every day felt like a relentless loop of monotony and misery. Same work, same people, same experiments, same old bullshit every fucking day.
The utilitarian living quarters of the spacecraft make you feel like you are in a mental hospital, cold and uninviting. Every facet of the interior is minimalistic; a mix of sterile clinical spaces and dimly lit, shadowy corridors. Blue light shines at night that’s supposed to help the inhabitants sleep. The bland functionality and oppressive “sameness” just makes you want to scream.
Some days it all becomes too much to bear and you feel a small part of you snap. You despise feeling helpless and not in control of your life anymore; with each beat of your heart, white hot fire courses through your veins. At times, you yearn to unleash your fury on someone, anyone, to let out the pent-up frustration that has been building within you for far too long. But then the storm inside of you passes and you settle back into your repetitive routine once more.
Your fellow shipmates are a bunch of criminals and weirdos. You try to make due with what you have, except for Dr. Dibs, whom you hate with your whole heart. Her cold demeanor and cruel experiments are a constant source of dread. She seems to derive pleasure from the suffering she inflicts upon you and the other girls aboard the ship.
Although you aren’t really sure you could call them friends, there are a few people you were “ok” with, mainly the other girls that also had to suffer through Dr. Dib’s sick experiments. A few of the guys are alright too; Monte is a loner that mainly keeps to himself and you’ve never heard him say an unkind word. Tcherny’s favorite place on the ship is the makeshift garden and you couldn’t blame him since it reminds everyone of Earth, of home.
Ettore is…unusual. He has a certain aura that just feels…off. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck whenever you catch him staring or whenever he passes too close in the corridor, as if an electric current surrounds him, radiating off of his body. He’s a man of few words; you’ve rarely ever heard him speak.
Amongst the girls, it’s well known that he doesn’t give a fuck if he is caught staring or leering, which he often is. Boyse especially dislikes him because he gives her the creeps. She normally has trouble sleeping at night because she says she can feel her skin crawl when he looks at her. You try your best to just ignore him most of the time.
Until one day, during lunch in the cafeteria, you are sitting with the girls, mingling and talking quietly, when you feel a tingle go down your spine. You glance up and immediately make eye contact with him.
His eyes lock onto yours, and you find yourself momentarily captivated by the intensity behind his gaze.
You were already having a bad day and you can feel the beginnings of another storm brewing inside. You’re sick of Ettore’s shit so you stare right back, issuing him a challenge in a silent duel to look away first. The air seems to sizzle with tension as you watch his glare harden when you don’t look away, like most of the girls normally do; he looks positively predatory with his sharp angular face and dark blue eyes.
You refuse to let him intimidate you. Your eyes are watering but you’re too involved in this stupid little battle of wills to concede to him now by blinking. Thankfully, a welcome interruption arrives in the form of Monte. Having not noticed the little contest between you and Ettore, he walks right in front, breaking the spell between you two. You blink rapidly and take a deep breath, watching as Ettore leans around Monte to look back at you, an unspoken promise in his stare that seems to say, I’m not done with you yet. You roll your eyes and look away.
“What are you looking at, Y/N?” Boyse asks from beside you, snapping you to attention.
“Uh...nothing,” you mumble back, not really wanting to engage with her.
“That fucking creep. He sits across from us to stare at us on purpose, have you noticed?” Boyse says, noticing the trail of your gaze.
“Yeah, I know but don’t let it bother you, Boyse, just ignore him,” you try to diffuse the situation. You don’t want to be involved in yet another incident where Ettore made a girl feel uncomfortable. Boyse goes back to picking at her food silently and you do the same.
You ignore him now; he isn’t worth your time or attention. Even though you get a bad vibe from him, you can’t help but notice a certain attractiveness about Ettore. He is tall and lean, with corded muscles on his arms, toned chest, and abs. He has a very angular face, strong jaw and chin with a sharp nose and luscious lips. You have to admit that you had never seen a man with as beautiful lips as his.
Lost for a moment thinking about his body, you bring yourself back to the present. You scold yourself; perhaps the monotony of this ship really was driving you insane, lusting after someone who gave off such ominous vibes. You swore to hate men for all eternity after what you had endured. That’s how you ended up in this hell hole to begin with….
After years of torment and physical violence of both you and your mother, you finally snapped and murdered your abusive stepfather in his sleep after he was passed out from another drunken rage.
But, despite arguing in court that your actions should be considered self defense after years of abuse, the jury found you guilty and sentenced you to life in prison...or join this sick experiment in space. You aren’t remorseful that you had killed your step-father. He got what he deserved and no other woman would have to deal with his violence ever again. However, when your mother learned that you had chosen to accept this mission in space, she couldn’t bear the pain of losing her only daughter. She took a bunch of pills and never woke up.
Now, you are an unloved, unwanted murderer and no one cared if you lived or died. This mission is perfect for people like you.
You’re standing in line for the shower that evening, towel in hand, when Ettore walks by; his hair is still wet from his shower and he’s wearing a fresh set of scrubs, towel slung over his shoulder. You see him coming and avert your eyes so as not to attract his attention. He saunters over anyway and you know he’s trying to annoy you on purpose.
He stops right beside your left shoulder and you reluctantly bring your eyes up to meet his gaze. His presence is imposing and you can't help but notice how much taller he is compared to you, making you feel small and vulnerable in his shadow. He leers, invading your personal space and it takes everything in you to not step back from him as he looks down his nose at you. Your eyes lock in a tense standoff, each daring the other to back down.
Despite your inner resolve, you feel a knot of tension in your stomach, and your hand instinctively tightens around the towel you're holding. It takes all your strength to hold your ground, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch.
“I know what you’re doing,” he sneers in a low voice.
You realize that he is trying to intimidate you with some stupid alpha-male shit, but you are not afraid of him. Fire burns hot in your blood and you are ready for a fight.
“I’m not doin’ shit, Ettore, now fuck off,” you say back aggressively, letting him know you won’t be an easy meal with your tone.
“The fuck you aren’t,” he growls lowly, deep in his chest. He steps closer to you, suddenly trailing a finger from your eyebrow down the side of your face. The gesture is so unexpected that you flinch and freeze, staring up at him with wide eyes mixed with confusion and defiance.
“C’mon, love, I know you’re just playing hard to get,” he whispers as his eyes look you up and down suggestively. Finally, he turns and walks away.
As he exits the bathroom, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and think, What the fuck was that? You curse internally; you knew you shouldn’t have started anything back in the cafeteria. Now he thinks you’re interested or some shit. But…maybe you were, in a way? You feel conflicted, knowing that he thinks of you as an easy target.
Finally, it’s your turn for the shower. You undress quickly and start to relax as the hot water streams over your shoulders. As you’re washing your hair, an idea comes to you and butterflies flutter in your chest at your wicked thoughts, the most excitement you’ve felt in a long time. Because of your abusive past, you refuse to let anyone ever make you feel small and insignificant ever again and decide on the spot that Ettore is going to become your next target of torture. You knew his weakness; you’d exploit his obvious sexual deviousness, which was probably fueled by the rules on the ship that the inmates couldn’t engage in any sexual behavior with each other.
A dark chuckle escapes your lips. You’d show him who’s boss. Given the lack of privacy on the spacecraft, you’d never fear his retribution; you could tease him mercilessly and always be able to evade any potential advances if he thought he would take things further…or so you hoped.
A tiny alarm bell rings in the back of your mind. You knew that what you were planning was the equivalent to waking a sleeping dragon but you didn’t care. You are so beyond sick of the monotony of everyday life that you convince yourself that you needed this little extra bit of spice as an escape from the mundane reality of your circumstances.
So, you allow this little game to proceed between you and Ettore, a cocktail of emotions swirling within you: boredom, lust, anger, hatred, desire—all of them fuel this strange dance.
As the days pass by, you continue to provoke him with stolen glances and lingering eye contact that says more than words ever could. He responds eagerly to your meager attention, just as you knew he would. His advances quickly became more pronounced as simple stares turn into physical contact: brushing your shoulder on purpose as he walks by, daring you to react. Anytime you are in the same vicinity as him, you feel a magnetic energy pulling the two of you together. You have created this friction on purpose to drive him mad, but you can’t help but feel like you are getting caught up in it too…
Something had awoken in you that night when he touched your face in the bathroom. A wild, feral animal rattles at the bars of this proverbial cage that you had locked away deep inside a long time ago. Women aren’t supposed to be sexual creatures in the same way men are. It was a part of yourself that you have spent years hiding because you are afraid you’d just be labeled a whore or a slut. But what did it matter anymore on this dreaded spaceship? You can’t deny that you, too, feel a deep void, an ache in your chest, a need for something more.
Upon arriving back at your bunk one evening, you hear a deep breath from behind you. You whirl and see Ettore across the hallway, standing in another doorway, watching you. It’s the most provocative he’s looked thus far since he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. You hesitate, then decide to make a show of looking him up and down, biting your bottom lip, secretly admiring his toned chest and abs. When your eyes flick back up to his face, his gaze locks onto yours as he reaches into his pants and starts pleasuring himself right in front of you, not caring if anyone saw.
Your eyeballs pop in shock at this brazen display of desire. Your heartbeat picks up and a million thoughts start to race through your mind. Should you tease him in return? What if he decides to come into your bunk? Red flags wave a warning in the back of your mind and you knew you were walking on a razor’s edge. You think he’s about to take a step towards you when, thankfully, a door slams nearby and Ettore vanishes into the shadows. You let out a deep breath, doubting your stupid plan to taunt him that was working way too easily. A ripple of unease flows through you. You could feel that he was like a volcano waiting to explode. What would you do when he did?
You decide to ignore him from now on to try to diffuse the tension you had built between you both. He needs to get a grip and, honestly, so did you. So, as much as you despise it, you release your frustration within “The Box” when it all becomes too much to bear.
A few nights later, you are walking back to your bunk after visiting The Box. Still unsatisfied, you turn the corner and see Ettore scrubbing the floor in front of you, his back to you. He is shirtless again, dressed only in orange cargo pants. He doesn’t look around and you don’t think he’s heard your approach. You pause behind him, admiring the way his shoulder and back muscles ripple as he scrubs the floor. He has three tattoos, all black triangles; one on his right forearm, another on his left bicep, and finally, one on the right side of his neck. You assume they are symbolism for some type of gang. You’re staring, openly, almost hypnotized by the movement of his muscles.
“I know you’re there,” he says suddenly and you jump out of your revere, heart leaping into your throat. He continues to mop the floor, not even bothering to turn around.
You feign nonchalance and start to walk by him, glancing down just as he is looking up at you.
“I can do you better than that box, you know,” he purrs at you with a cocky smirk.
He doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at his words. Your heart pounds and you know you can’t give him any encouragement, so you give a noncommittal grunt before hurrying back to your bunk. When you lay in bed that night, you know, deep down, that if you stood there and watched him any longer, half naked on the floor, you might just be tempted to find out for yourself.
The next day starts like any other. You’ve been assigned to organize the storage room; a redundant and mundane task, located in the bottom level of the ship. You’ve been at it for a couple of hours, in the middle of inventorying the stockpile of supplies, when you feel a presence from behind. You don’t know what tipped you off exactly because he hasn’t made a sound, but you turn to see him silently shutting the door behind him and locking it, staring at you with a predatory gaze.
“The fuck do you want?” you ask aggressively, firing up at once. Anger is your first line of defense as your heartbeat picks up, but the smallest thrill of fear laces up your spine. An alarm bell goes off in the back of your mind, a small voice is screaming a warning to get out of that room. You are quite alone down here in this part of the ship and you doubt anyone would hear you if you try to scream. This was it…you had pushed him too far and now the consequence was right in front of you, looking at you mercilessly.
“I think you know what I want,” he almost growls, voice deep. “You have a choice, we can do this the easy way….or we can do this the hard way,” his gaze hardens as he stares at you.
“Fuck off,” you say defiantly back. Inside, you are cursing fluently. You knew this day would come, knew he wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. He chuckles as he steps closer until he’s right in front of you, looking down.
“You wanna know what I think?” he says, and you really don’t care what he thinks but you know he’s about to tell you anyway so you don’t even bother responding. “I don’t know what you did to land here on this cursed spaceship, but I think, deep down, you’re just a good little girl, pretending to be bad, aren’t you?” He says this as if hoping to corrupt your innocence; you smirk to yourself, thinking he has no idea who he’s messing with.
You raise your chin, looking him straight in the eyes and you just can’t help the words that escape from your mouth. “Well…this good little girl is only a bad girl for the right man,” you say with fire in your gaze, taunting him on purpose even though you know it’s a stupid thing to do. “And that sure as hell isn’t you.”
You could feel the heat radiate off of him from the proximity of his body so close to yours. He smirks and his eyes darken dangerously as he takes the bait.
“Is that so?” he says easily. “You’ve been provoking me for weeks. You think I didn’t know exactly what you were doing all along? I saw you staring at me too. I think you want me as much as I want you.” His eyes seem to burn into you with desire, lust blowing out his pupil.
“It was just a stupid little game, Ettore. It didn’t mean anything, it’s not that serious,” you know you’re babbling as you try to remain calm by playing it off like you don’t know what he’s talking about. His nostrils flare as he sniffs out your lie and you suddenly feel like a mouse that has just wandered into the lion's den. “Besides, you know we can’t,” you say sternly, referring to the rules, trying to get him to see reason.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. And I don’t give a fuck about Dibs’ rules,” he says menacingly.
Rage starts to come to your rescue as you realize he’s not going to listen to a word you say.
You level him with a hard glare. “I don’t fucking want you, Ettore,” you growl back at him.
Panic seizes you for a moment when he reaches for you suddenly and cups your face with his hand. His thumb runs over your cheek in an unexpected gentle caress before moving over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down. His eyes flick up to yours as lust surges through your core at his touch.
“Such a smart little mouth you have,” he says quietly as he takes a deep breath. “I won’t have a problem fucking the brat outta you.”
He moves so fast you don’t even have time to blink as he lunges for you, spinning you around and smashing you against some cardboard boxes stacked against the wall nearby. His fingers have a tight grip on your hair as he pushes your face into the box, using his knees to kick your legs apart, unbalancing you, one hand grabs your left arm and twists it behind your back. He moves at such a lightning pace that it momentarily takes your breath away.
He pulls your head back from the box by your hair and bends your neck to the side so he can run his nose from your ear to your shoulder, groaning like an animal in heat as he savors your smell. Your heart hammers in your chest. Shockwaves roll over you at the speed of his assault and you can’t even form words yet, only whimper slightly from the pain of having your hair pulled. At the same time, wetness pools at your center.
“I gave you an opportunity, didn’t I?” he whispers darkly in your ear. “It didn’t have to be like this, you stupid little cunt,” he grunts as you try to struggle with all your might to get away from him, but he’s just too big, too heavy, too strong to break free of his grasp.
Rage boils in your blood as you realize just how well and truly trapped you are. Deep down, you knew this would happen. You realize he saw an opportunity to get you alone and he took it. You know what’s about to happen and you know you can’t stop it, but you aren’t going down without a fight.
Your breathing is fast as he starts kissing your neck, biting down on your pulsepoint, feeling your heart race.
“Fuck you, Ettore,” you say through gritted teeth.
Provocatively, he grinds his hard cock against your ass through your clothes. “Oh, you will,” he growls as he lets go of your hair to effectively pin your arms behind your back with one hand. With the other free hand, he starts exploring your body, running his hand over your breasts and squeezing until he trails down lower, dipping his fingers under the band of your pants.
You truly lose it at this moment as you feel him reach for your core. You struggle and fight for all your worth and he's forced to stop his path to your center and hold onto you tighter to keep you from getting away. His fingers latch around your throat and he squeezes hard, immobilizing you easily as you struggle to take a breath. His body pushes you further into the boxes, leaning his weight on you.
“Stop fighting me,” he loudly growls into your ear aggressively. “You stupid little bitch, I know I do things to you too, just the same as you do me,” he breathes harshly. “Look how your body responds to me,” your nipples are pebbled against your shirt and he could clearly feel them when he assaulted your front a moment ago.
“And I bet, if I touched you right now, you’d be wet, wouldn’t you, love?” he licks the outer rim of your ear and releases his grip on your throat. As you gasp and suck in air, as his fingers reach below your panties and his fingers find your slippery core. You whimper and draw shallow breaths as he groans into your ear when he feels how wet your cunt is.
He dips down to your opening and gathers some slick, bringing it up to circle your bud and you feel the fight slowly leave your body. It has been so long since a man touched you, you feel like a switch has been flipped, lust now running rampant through your veins, like a shot of ecstasy to your system. He feels you relax under his hand and loosens his hold on your wrists that are still pinned behind your back. You moan softly and lean into him.
“That’s what I thought, you little slut,” he whispers in your ear. You allow yourself to enjoy this moment, but you’ve already formulated a secondary plan and intend to make him pay for this too. You’re simply lulling him into a false sense of security right now. By loosening his hold, he’s actually done exactly what you wanted. You let him circle your bud for a few more times, before you tense, spinning around and shoving him away from you as hard as you can. You aren’t the only one who’s going to feel pain today as renewed rage pounds in your chest.
You leap at him and the fight for dominance ensues as you grapple with each other, falling onto the floor. Physically, you know you are no match for him, but taking your anger and frustration out on him just feels so good. You kick and punch and scratch and scream. He’s doing everything he can to block and contain your flurry of blows but he’s not hit back yet either. Even if he does, that’s nothing new to you; you still have plenty of scars from your step-father.
You’re on top at first, but you’re under no illusion that you’re “winning”, just simply letting the frustration out as you claw at his chest. He quickly decides he’s tired of being your punching bag and he flips you over and lays his full weight on top of you, pinning you to the floor.
You wrap him in a bear hug on the floor, thinking that if he can’t lean away from you to punch you, you’re safe from any strong direct hits from him. You’re both breathing heavily, Ettore trapped between your legs and you try to kick him from your position but he grabs your hip and pinches harshly, causing you to yelp in pain.
He wiggles free of your arms, pinning your hands above your head with one of his as he looks down at you, fury in his gaze.
“Are you fuckin’ done yet?” he taunts you, knowing you’re pinned now.
You literally growl back at him like a rabid, wild animal and show him your teeth; maybe he’ll think you’re insane and he won’t want to continue this anymore. It doesn’t work...
He smirks instead. “There she is…you weren’t lying earlier about the bad girl thing were you? I got myself a right little she-devil, haven’t I?” He chuckles darkly, a menacing sound causing fear to tingle at the base of your spine. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you tamed by the end.”
You don’t respond, distracted by his other hand that has traveled up your shirt, roving over your breasts. You try to buck him off but he’s just too heavy and you barely get him to budge. In alarm, you realize you’ve missed your chance to escape. He watches your face as he touches you and you glare back up into his eyes, hating feeling helpless like this. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he squeezes your breasts and then runs his warm hand down your ribs.
Hatred and fury pound in your chest, but you’re caught off guard that he isn’t beating you to a pulp. It’s what you had come to expect from men, especially after the physical altercation you just had with him. Involuntarily, you feel yourself relax a little at his touch and your breathing becomes a little more steady. After a few more moments, he notices the tension leave you and suddenly his lips find yours in a violent kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He starts grinding his pelvis into your aching cunt and you moan into his kiss, hating yourself for liking this but you succumb to his attentions, unable to resist more. Animalistic lust and desire blooms from deep within, your head swirls from his kiss, your body aches for his touch.
You surrender the fight. “Take your shirt off,” you say when you both come up for air from your kiss; he knows he has to let go of your hands in order to remove his clothes.
“Are you going to stop fighting me?” he asks and you nod. He smirks, “so you gonna be a good girl now?”
“Shut up, Ettore, it's your dick I want, not you,” you growl back at him and his grin widens.
He lets go of your hands and quickly pulls his shirt over his head. You notice the red marks on his chest from where you clawed him earlier. You watch his abs contract with each panting breath, noticing his defined chest and lean muscles of his arms. You feel more wetness pool in your core as your eyes appreciate his body.
You reach for the bottom of your shirt and surprise him by removing it yourself, your breasts pebbling in the cool air; you barely bothered wearing a bra anymore. He looks down hungrily at them, running his hands softly over your nipples. You arch your back and he immediately takes one in his mouth, the other rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your hands are in his hair as you grind your hips into his hard length. He bites down on the skin of your left breast, sucking a bruise onto the skin while massaging the other one firmly with his other hand. He moves upwards, kissing along your collarbone until he reaches your neck, biting, licking and sucking at all of your exposed skin. You rake your fingernails down his back, becoming impatient for more.
He pulls away from your neck and sits up, reaching for your pants. You lift your hips so he can remove them completely. He admires your naked body, laying bare on the floor beneath him, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, your wet cunt open for him. From his position kneeling between your legs, he takes your knees and spreads them apart, opening your pussy more for his view, groaning deep in his chest as his eyes feast upon your body. Deciding to tease him a little, you reach down and start playing with your bud and he stares shamelessly.
“Fuck,” he murmurs and watches you for a few moments. “Such a needy little slut aren’t you?”
You moan and grind into your own hand, fingers dipping down to your entrance to gather some slick onto your fingers. You bring them up to your mouth to taste yourself, knowing that you’re about to drive him absolutely wild. Since he’s seen your “feral animal” wild-side, now you want to see his too.
His mouth hangs open, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breathing as he watches your lips close around your fingers as you taste yourself and moan. His restraint snaps in an instant.
He pulls down his pants, freeing his large, veiny cock and gives it a couple pumps, watching your face. Your eyes widened at the sight; his cock is bigger than you expected, long and thick, a pearl of his spend visible on the tip. Your eyes meet and you’re sure he can see the slight trepidation in yours as he smirks.
“You can fuckin’ take it,” Ettore says confidently, as if this is supposed to reassure you. He doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up with your entrance.
You were wet and willing and ready for him but you cry aloud as he sheathes himself fully in one thrust, not caring to take things slow with you. You pant and arch your back as his large cock fills you so completely full, eyes popping a little at the intensity of the intrusion. The stretch burns more than you anticipated and you focus on breathing through the pain.
He gives you a few shallow thrusts before mumbling, “Fuckin’ hell, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight - sorry if that hurt a little after all,” he says in a voice that doesn’t sound sorry at all.
He pauses for a moment as he watches your face wince at the pain. He doesn’t give you long though, knowing that he’s hurting you but can’t seem to control himself as his hips start to snap into yours at a steady pace.
After a few thrusts, you’ve adjusted to his size and pleasure starts to course through your core. You begin to meet his thrusts with your hips. He seems to take that as a sign to speed up as he suddenly pounds into you, much harder, causing you to cry aloud not from pain, but from pleasure.
His hips snap into yours as he fucks you hard, brutally, wickedly, deliciously, and you groan as lightning races from your cunt into your chest. Pleasure starts to build deep inside as his thick cock continually rubs your g-spot. He grabs one leg and puts it over his shoulder and leans over you, changing the angle, driving you wild and your walls start to clench around him.
“Gonna cum for me already?” he pants, an amused smirk on his luscious lips.
“Fuck, Ettore,” you mewl as the pleasure starts to overwhelm your senses. It had been so long since you felt this good. “Harder,” you challenge him, as if he isn’t already fucking you hard enough.
He glances up at your face before withdrawing completely and you feel momentary emptiness at the void left behind as he pulls out from your aching pussy. Flipping you over on your stomach, bringing your ass back in the air as he kneels behind you. You prop yourself up on your elbows as your knees dig into the cold, hard floor; you know you’ll have bruises on your knees from this position. He thrusts back into your aching core with a guttural groan and you feel a stinging slap to your rear end. You cry aloud and mewl pathetically, then feel him yank on your hair from behind. He pulls you up so that your palms are now resting on the floor, your neck pulled back, held by his grip in your hair; he fucks you ruthlessly as he rides you from behind. His other hand grips your hip so hard you know you’ll have more bruises tomorrow.
You both are panting heavily as he lands another blow to your ass, harder this time, you’re positive a red handprint remains and you may even form yet another bruise with the strength of his slap. He doesn’t even bother to run his hand along the tender skin to soothe it, he just keeps thrusting with single-minded intensity. The slaps sting but in a pleasurable way as you feel your core become impossibly wetter each time he hits you.
You reach a hand down to play with your pearl, your walls clenching around his thick cock as pleasure coils low in your belly.
The bites, the bruises, the ache around your throat from being choked, the pull of your hair on your scalp, the sore spot on your ass cheek from his repeated slaps, the drag of his thick cock inside your wet, tight pussy causes your mind to go blissfully blank, all of the sensations overwhelming you. Your eyes roll in your head and you idly wonder how much pain and how much pleasure your body could handle until it snaps.
Ettore can feel your orgasm approach as your walls start to spasm around him.
“Little slut, gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?” he growls, increasing his tempo.
You have the wherewithal to get out one request before it’s too late. You try to speak in between his brutal thrusts. “Please…Ettore,” you pant. “When you cum, pull out.” All of the women who had gotten pregnant through Dibs’ sick experiment ended up dying. You didn’t want that fate just yet.
He doesn’t respond, continuing his pace and your breathing becomes harsh as you approach the precipice of your orgasm. The coil snaps and your release rips through you, obliterating everything else, your vision goes white. You cry out his name as he continues to fuck you through your high.
“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunts as he feels your cunt clench down on him. Your orgasm is still rolling through you but he can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and paints your ass with his spend.
He finally lets your hair go and you collapse onto the floor and he falls next to you. You both pant and breath harshly for a few minutes, not saying anything. As you come down from your high from your intense orgasm, reality sets in: part of you feels satisfied for the first time in a long while, the other part of you feels like you can’t believe you just let that happen to you. You wanted it but you didn’t want it; you didn’t know how to feel. You feel relief that he at least listened and pulled out.
Finally, he sits up and starts looking for his clothes. You take one last deep breath and are about to do the same when you unexpectedly feel him clean his spend off of you with his shirt, making you jump a little. He’s a little rough with the wiping but the gesture is almost nice for Ettore. He throws your shirt and pants over to you and you both get dressed in silence.
He helps you up off the floor and lifts your chin with his finger.
“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he warns, looking deep into your eyes. You nod in acquiescence, there is no way you’d ever tell anyone, but you give him the reassurance that he needs.
A smug smile plays on his lips. “So compliant now, I see. I told you I would fuck the brat outta you.” You scowl and try to pull away from him but he’s trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He leans in closer and you think he’s about to kiss you, but he doesn’t.
“You’re mine now, mine to use whenever I want, my own little slut, you fuckin’ belong to me. Don’t forget it,” he squeezes your chin and gives you one last dark glare before opening the door and exiting the storage room, leaving you stunned.
You watch him go and feel a little paralyzed. You feel as though you just opened Pandora’s box.
What monster have you just unleashed?
>>> Part 2
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It made me giggle, the bit about him reflexively lying that coffee is food; do you have bits from any other stories, with that kind of automatic lies? (I'm blanking on characters, but hopefully that'll serve as enough of a prompt.)
closest to that vibe I can think of off the top of my head:
Kon is pretty sure he's the worst choice for pack mom. Like, the very worst. He was sure of that even back before he differentiated and was still assuming he'd be an alpha, because Superman and Westfield were both alphas so, like, obviously?
Lex Luthor, on the other hand . . .
"You know, I specifically called dibs on not being the mom," Kon huffs, sinking down low on the couch. "Like literally before the girls even joined up I did that!"
"I think that was kind of poor foresight on your part," Bart says, not looking up from his handheld and clearly entirely unconcerned with Kon's suffering.
"Whatever," Kon grumbles. "I'm going to have to explain this to people, you know. I'm going to have to explain this to Superman."
"If Superman is surprised by this turn of events, then he's completely oblivious," Cassie says. "You were always pack mom. Like, sure, Tim and I had to work out pack dad between us, but pack mom was obvious from the get-go."
"I really do not feel like it was," Kon says. "Like at all."
"Bart has been cuddled up to you for two hours," Cassie says. "For the third time this week."
"Because he gets cold," Kon says reflexively. Cassie gives him a pitying look. "Wh–don't look at me like that, he does!"
"You're petting his hair, Kon," Cassie says.
"That doesn't make me the mom!" Kon protests.
"Also, you spent the whole morning nesting," Cassie says.
"The couch didn't have enough throw pillows!" Kon says defensively.
#kon el#superboy#cassie sandsmark#wonder girl#bart allen#dc impulse#young justice#a/b/o#rinfic#pomrania#wip: I am NOT the mom!!
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short boatem summer fic
based on this post -> (link) by @applestruda
Picture this:
It is the hottest day of the year. The sun beats down relentlessly upon any poor sap that gets caught out in it. The heat can only be described as ‘being hit in the face with a sack full of bricks that have somehow been set on fire.'
We see the Boatem crew going about various activities as the very same sun spills into an overly warm room onto well-worn floorboards. The room is small and neat. There is a crooked green carpet on the floor and pictures on the wall of five laughing people. It is a room that has seen lots of love.
A fan whirs steadily in the background. Impulse turns the page of his book, letting out a long sigh. Mumbo waters his plants, mumbling to himself and occasionally making a noise that is either pleased or disgruntled as he inspects his plants. So far, he has said “Ah!” in a pleased way fourteen times and “oh!” in a displeased way twelve times. Scar began counting an indeterminate amount of time ago out of sheer boredom. He’s been sitting in front of the fan for what feels like forever. It’s only been five minutes. Jellie meows. Impulse turns another page. Time drips by like honey. Every heat-filled second seems to take an hour to pass.
Footsteps. Enter Grian, bright wings flashing at the edge of Scar’s vision. He would look over, call out a greeting but that would mean exposing his face to the heat. Grian is not worth braving the heat, he decides.
“I am never going to move again,” Grian complains. “I am just going to lay here and melt.”
“That seems like a good plan,” Impulse agrees with a small chuckle from the only shady corner in the room. A foot prods Scar’s side.
Poke. “Scar, move over.” Another, more insistent poke.
He turns his head, just a little. The right side of his face is now uncomfortably warm, exposed to the Void-forsaken heat. Grian really does look terrible, hair plastered to his forehead, face red and sunburnt and ear-feathers limp.
“I was here first!” Scar says, a bit indignant. First dibs, right? “Go get your own fan. There’s one somewhere around here.” He ducks a little, but not enough to avoid the wing that whacks him in the head.
“Ow!” he says halfheartedly, turning his head to face Impulse. Ah, sweet, sweet relief for the right side of his face, not so much for his left. “Impulse, Grian hit me!”
“Grian did nothing of the sort,” Grian interjects, tone bright and innocent-sounding. Another wing whacks Scar again. “Scar’s the one hogging the fan.”
With a long suffering sigh, Impulse looks up from his book. The glare that Scar receives is just short of withering. Got it. Don’t interrupt Impulse. Scar yelps as he is rudely pushed over onto the floor and into the sun. The floor burns to the touch. His poor, poor, super muscle-y arms. Betrayal! Blood! Trauma! Death! He will never forgive Grian for this. He will pay.
A thump. Grian’s sigh of sheer relief is almost pathetic. Sure enough, Grian’s face is now inches from the fan, eyes closed in pure joy. Scar groans dramatically.
“Grian, how could you? My very own brother-in-arms!”
Grian scoffs. “Like you wouldn’t do the same.”
“Me?” Scar gasps. “I would never.”
“Oh you absolutely would,” Mumbo says with a snort.
“Fine, fine! I see how it is around here. No love for good ol’ Scar! C’mon Jellie, we can go join the Big Eyes Crew. I bet they have a fan. I bet their fan is bigger than ours. After all, Bdubs’ smile is the biggest there is. He’s probably got the biggest fan too.” Impulse snorts and turns the page. Grian’s wings rustle. Mumbo makes his fifteenth “Ah!” His plants must be doing well.
Scar sighs, pulling himself into an upright position and drapes himself over Grian’s shoulders. “See, this way we can share the fan!”
“Scar,” Grian whines, dragging his name out exasperatedly. “You’re too warm! Go away.”
“Come on Grian, you can say it,” he teases, smiling. “I’m too hot. I’m too hot for you.”
Scar grunts as Grian elbows him in the side, throwing him off his shoulders. Huffing, he leans against Grian’s back instead. If he can’t get the fan, a nice backrest will do. Even if that backrest has really, really pokey bony wings that dig into his back. Maybe he’ll take a nap and when he wakes up, it’ll all be over. He closes his eyes.
After what barely seems like ten minutes, he hears Pearl say “What’s all this? You guys look absolutely pathetic.” Cracking his eyes open a little and turning his head to face her, he sees her in all her moth-y glory, standing over them. She has a shopping bag in one hand. Slowly, she reaches in and pulls out-
A freezer pop.
Scar might cry. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. He might pick Pearl up and twirl her around in joy if it weren’t so dang-blasted hot.
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#hermitcraft#boatem#grian#pearlescentmoon#impulsesv#goodtimeswithscar#hermitcraft fic#mumbo jumbo#hope its ok#never written boatem before#anyways i saw the art and just had to write a little silly thing about it#hopefully its not too stiff or weird or ooc idk#just realised impulse does not. say anything#whoops#hope i tagged everything right#i. did not tag everything right#my writing
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Maze Runner Masterlist (1)
Thomas
Breathe
When your fear of losing Minho forever causes a panic attack Thomas helps you calm down.
The Best Greenie
When a new Greenie comes up you realize this one might be worth keeping around.
Good Night
You and Thomas have never seen eye to eye, but one shared night in the pit may change that.
Beautiful Moments
After you fall asleep on Thomas's shoulder he's thankful that life is still full of beautiful moments.
Jealous Boy
After becoming close with Aris, Thomas's jealousy finally shows up.
Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
After getting to see when you were separated in WCKD Thomas realizes how he actually feels.
Newt
Letter From Heaven
Mute
As someone who struggles with selective mutism, you are surprised when Newt still more than wants to know you.
Sorry I Almost Shot You
When Newt and the group end up in the Safe Haven, they get quite a surprise and a weird start to a friendship.
Attention
When you and Newt end up in the pit together, you do everything you can to get him to notice you.
It's Not Goodbye
After finding out you're not immune, you are ready to get rid of yourself only to be caught by Newt.
Daisy's
You'll never forget the boy you love, even after he dies.
My Glue
When your brother is killed in the maze Newt is still by your side to support you.
Helpful
After spending all day with Newt you say something that proves you may return his feelings.
Bless You
After crawling through the vents you end up meeting a cute British boy.
Stars
After a long day, you take Newt stargazing.
In My Heart
When survivors guilt hits you extra hard one night Newt comforts you.
Next Time Then
After standing up up for Newt, he visits you in the slammer.
Denial
After you don't come out of the Maze Newt keeps telling himself that you're coming back.
Minho
The Perfect Loss
After years of being in competition with Minho, one loss changes everything about it.
Faith
After everyone keeps doubting your abilities, Minho is right there to defend you.
Better
When Minho realizes you're struggling with an eating disorder he encourages you to get help.
Different Sides
After Thomas comes to the Glade and everyone picks sides you and Minho discover how different you actually are.
Just a Pretty Face (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)
After years of trying to be better than the other, one dare from Minho himself shows the reason behind it all.
Irresistible
When Minho goes to check on you while you're sleeping, you say something that lets him know the feelings are mutual.
Consequences
After you get stung, Minho feels responsible for not saving you.
Helping Hands
After realizing you won't tell Minho your feelings Newt lends a helping hand.
Gally
Good Liar
When someone thinks you're Gally's girlfriend, you cover up the truth with jokes.
Dibs
When Gally asks why you never greet the Greenie's you talk about what it's like being the only girl.
The First Tears (Part 1, Part 2)
After an argument with Gally leads to a breakup, you both have to decide between vulnerability and each other, or walls and false strength.
Captain Gally (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)
As Gally and your rivalry continues he does something that changes it.
Hidden Burns
As you think you're hiding your problems fine Gally quickly proves otherwise
Alone
When you storm out after an argument, Gally figures out just how truthful your words are.
Care For You
After Gally doubts how much you really care about him, you say something in your sleep that shows the truth.
Aris
Nightmares
When you suffer with more nightmares you go to Aris for comfort.
Interesting Things To Say
After all your friends know your feelings for Aris, they help set you two up.
Camp Buddy
When you meet Aris at summer camp, you end up as more than friends.
Worth a Shot
After all your friends know your feelings for Aris, they help set you two up.
Come Back To Me
After realizing you could lose Aris, you tell him how to feel.
A Stone and Bruises
When Aris walks in on you hurting yourself he cleans you up and comforts you.
An Introverts Dreamboy
After Aris helps you come up with a plan to avoid people, you realize how you feel.
Scars
Even though you do everything to hide what WCKD used to do to you, Aris finds out and comforts you.
Bird Boy
After someone tries to use your special nickname for Aris you shut them down.
Two Hearts
Despite being with you it's clear Aris has someone else on his mind.
It's Always Been You
When a new group arrives at WCKD Aris's behavior is definitely off when one of them starts flirting with you.
A Letter Never Sent
Aris writes a letter to tell you how he feels before something could happen to you.
What You Deserve (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
After the betrayal with Teresa Aris spills darker secrets than you could have imagined.
Unspoken Rules
Out in the Scorch, the new guy learns the unspoken rules of friendship
Well Played
After the betrayal you turn the tables around to show what that word really means.
Not So Invisible
After thinking his constant hate for Valentine's Day would never show up you do one small thing that changes his entire perspective.
Pretty Things (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)
A drunken kiss with Aris will either lead to a ruined friendship or something more.
A Few More Seconds (Part 1, Part 2)
When Aris sees you with another guy's jacket you end up having to search for him to find out what he's avoiding you.
The Bare Minimum
As other girls keep giving Aris a rough time you do everything you can to comfort him.
Fluff Alphabet
Teresa
Not My Choice
The more she thinks about what she has to do, the more Teresa wishes she was allowed another choice.
Never a Burden
After you feel ashamed for needing help sleeping, Teresa promises you could never be a burden.
The Girl In a Coma
After spending years in the Glade as the only girl another one finally comes up.
The L Word
When Frypan points out how you're acting towards Thomas and Teresa, you accidentally mention a certain word.
One Sided Love
After Minho insists you and Teresa are in love, you see how one-sided the feeling is.
Let Her Go (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)
When she sees you after years of being separated old feelings arise for both of you.
Brenda
Good For Her
You and Brenda are getting serious but don't know how to tell Jorge.
Excuses
After realizing you're in love with your best friend you try to avoid Brenda at all costs.
Don't Touch Her
After almost losing Brenda to the Flare you realize how deep your feelings run.
Things We Won't Admit
When a new group keeps teasing Brenda and you about being together, you both deny the feelings she knows may be there.
Sonya
My Sunshine
After Sonya gets captured by WCKD you stop at nothing to get your sunshine back.
Home
While Sonya is finding herself missing her old home you're right there to support her, no matter what that means.
Real
After Sonya comforts you about your doubts you fall asleep on her lap.
Love Makes Us Impulsive
When you start a fight because someone insulted Sonya she makes you think about why.
Harriet
Forgotten
Just as everything is finally going right with Harriet you stumble upon a secret that destroys everything.
"Friends"
While sitting with Aris and Sonya by the bonfire, they point that you and Harriet do not seem like just friends.
Sleep Tight
After you can't sleep, Harriet finds out a little more than she bargained for when she helps out.
Special
Harriet admits that she's stressed being a leader, along with one other thing.
Ivy Trio (All Platonic)
Puppy
After finding a puppy in the Scorch Thomas, Minho, and Newt try to convince you to keep it.
Story Time
After you can't go to sleep in Scorch the Ivy Trio and you share stories.
Preferences
What They'd Be Like Drunk
Drunk Texts
How They Go Christmas Shopping
What They'd Get You For Christmas
Their Favorite Place To Kiss You
Their Favorite Color On You
2nd List
Masterlist 2
Ship Masterlist
#thomas x reader#newt x reader#minho x y/n#gally x reader#aris x reader#teresa x reader#brenda x reader#sonya x reader#harriet x reader#tmr preferences#the maze runner#tmr#one shot#masterlist#tmr headcanons#thomas tmr#newt tmr#minho tmr#gally tmr#aris tmr#teresa tmr#brenda tmr#sonya tmr#harriet tmr
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Whats your HONEST opinion on professor membrane? Is he a good dad, bad dad, abusive, yada yada - give us your insight o wise one
My honest opinion on Membrane?
Membrane suffers from a lack of empathy and inability to see anything outside of his own point of view. Does this make him a bad father? I believe so.
He doesn't have a clue in the world what he's doing in any regard as a father. He probably is going based on things he has seen on TV or a very brief overview of a parenting guide from the 1950's, if anything. I believe he truly views Gaz and Dib as extensions of himself, to the degree he will talk to them as if he was talking to himself. And if they react in any other way than how he himself would react, he can't comprehend it and writes it off as incorrect behavior on THEIR part. Membrane is also rather immature. When he sees something that he views as 'wrong', he will make fun of it. In the episode Battle of the Planets, he does just that to Dib.
He does the basic family things because he knows, logically, he is a father. He goes to Parent Teacher Night because he knows he's required to. He has family night out because he knows he's required to. He provides 'food' to his 'kids' because he knows he's required to. He says "I love you" to his kids because he knows he's required to. Its all very robotic. He was going to cancel family night because Dib wasn't there. Family night MUST have all parties involved or logically its not family night.
He probably believes he's doing his best as a father since he is doing 'father-like' things. But to the outside he is neglectful and work driven.
Does he care about his kids? Yes, in a way he does. Not in an unconditional father-like way, but in a way he may care about an experiment. Science is first, care is second to him. He was not devastated his daughter had an incurable disease, he cared that he couldn't find the cure for the disease. Yet, he really wanted to show off Dib and Gaz in Future Dib. He was even excited to. He makes sure Gaz doesn't go out alone to get her new Game Slave 2 because he doesn't want her to get hurt.
He is devastated that Dib isn't following in his footsteps. He feels he's done something wrong that Dib turned out enjoying the paranormal. This is shown in his agony in Mopiness of Doom. He questions his own abilties.
In fact, Membrane is quite mentally unstable, as is seen with his freakout in the Christmas special. He runs out screaming his head off, unable to handle the PTSD he was going through. And how does Dib react? "Geez dad…"
Its rather normal in that household for Membrane to have complete breakdowns it seems. Not to mention in the comics Membrane's complete catatonic depression from people not listening to him. He relies on his 11 year old daughter to take care of him because he is so lost in his own head.
In conclusion, Membrane is emotionally stunted and immature. He does not have solid child rearing abilities so Gaz and Dib are left to fill those needs for themselves, with very basic human needs met by Membrane. Things like food and shelter. In addition, Membrane is sometimes required to be taken care of by Gaz and Dib due to his emotional instability.
I am happy to provide my wisdom to the fandom.
#invader zim#dib membrane#gaz membrane#professor membrane#this is my view on the whole membrane father thing#have i become the invader zim canon guru?#i will gladly take that title
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What I Love About ZaDr mostly a rant about one ep cuz i do not have friends to talk to about this so you all most suffer.
They are perfect assholes for each other.
Like they are both miss understood outcast, even the ones who they are to look up to are ashamed of them because the way they think and act on things.
They are also both very toxic assholes who need each other. Like moppieness of doom! Zim gets depression and all his care for his mission just went away! Because Dib did not chase him or look at him. He even went to listen or watch the new with Dib being show and sigh and said so sad hearing his name! He even had papers with dib all over it. Zim even declared he would not become lazy or smoopy because the dib didn't try to chase him or get in his way and he should be able to rule cuz he is zim! yet moments later he goes to lay down on the couch because with no enemies what is the point?
Dib getting the attention of his father was a plus for this Ep but also Dib was not that happy about it. He kept being gloomy and not fitting in there as well. Even know he and his father started doing so many amazing things like cure for the common cold! that was a cool detail to learn. But after all of that Dib was still not happy. But was doing it because it made his dad happy
They both are in pain not physical but emotionally ! Like We do not see zim get upset much in the show but in this one. He legits cries and ask "Why does thing want to hurt zim" I know you can counter it with the fact he's crying over snacks but Shut Up I'm trying make a point here.
Even in the labs dib wounder where Zim is notching he has not been to school lately then tries to play it off like it doesnt matter. "Does not matter anymore. everything has changed expect talking to myself"
i really love that part when dib even admits that he talk to himself which is beautiful btw.
Anyways I also Know Gir only wanted Dib to hunt zim again to get the couch back. But even the dumb little guy knew that they are destined for each other! "Listen to me, He needs you Mary you two such good friends" like gir even points out how good they are for each other even if it's haunting and casing each other.
{SIDE NOTE: FUCKING LOVE THE WAY MEMBRANE HAS ROCKET BOOTS AND JUST COMES DOWN TO DIB TO SEE HOW THINGS ARE GOING IS HOT TO ME OKAY}
but also even if dib made a small mistake on the formula and stuff he was working on. membrane noticed it as a cry for help which sucks but, i do enjoy that he realizes his son is not happy and something is troubling him.
Membrane telling him to do what ever it takes to fix the problem and dib gets the wide eyes we all fucking love and agrees with his dad, that he needs to fix the problem! "I fell empty inside! This real science bores me to death! Maybe I am not doing what I meant to do! Because what I'm meant to do is catch me that alien!"
Dib realizes at this point after talking to his father, he's only truly happy when he is a full outcast cashing an alien invader.
{LOVE THE FACE PLANT MEMBRANE DOES ONCE DIB RUN OUT THE LAB}
The fact they both trash talk each other once dib came into the base and it was more of a playful banter then anything and they laugh as they do so. They seem happy to be by each other sides even if they are enemies.
anyways thank you for letting me rant.
i love these guys so much.
#zadr#invader zim#zim#dib#dib membrane#iz#invader zim au#iz dib#gir iz#invaderzim#gir invader zim#invader zim rant#invader zim zadr#membrane labs#professor membrane#prof membrane#membrane
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Short Moderate Length List of Small(ish) Things I Appreciate About The Wettening
Dib being conspicuously absent from the opening pan of the classroom, only to cartoon-teleport into existence at Zim’s desk the second Zim starts expressing mild apprehension at the sight of unfamiliar weather. This kid spends his time just hanging around staring at Zim, waiting for him to show the slightest sign of discomfort, confusion, or unease in order to immediately taunt him about it—and the surrounding chaos, if anything, is just an opportunity to come watch even more closely. We all already knew this, but it still kills me to see it in action.
Also, he’s animated popping up from below, and like… were we meant to interpret this as him just chilling underneath Zim’s desk? No, absolutely not—but is it funny (and, to add to the hilarity, miraculously somehow not completely unbelievable within the context of the show) to imagine that he was? Yes. Yes it is.
Zim confidently walking out into a downpour he has already confirmed to be acidic just because Dib implicitly dared him to—no one’s looking, Dib hasn’t even said anything or made a claim against his humanity, Zim just can’t stand to give Dib the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable or afraid of something (which backfires pretty spectacularly, since I’m pretty sure ‘writhing on the ground shrieking in indescribable agony’ is a significantly worse look in terms of appearing vulnerable, but all’s well that ends in Victory For Zim, I guess).
Also Zim's little baffled gesture right beforehand like he's silently asking Dib to confirm he's not hallucinating the rain dance (he does not receive an answer)
Gaz presumably seeing Zim sneaking up behind her brother, saying nothing and making no reaction that’ll tip Dib off… only to immediately be made to regret her choices when she gets caught in another splash. Shows her for trusting Zim to be at least a little bit cool about tormenting Dib (honestly, we see her exact fitting justice on Dib at the end of the episode, but I cannot imagine she wasn't still planning to do something equally petty to Zim).
The faucet drip scene and the underlying awareness that this is just what Zim and Dib do to each other during class. Every day. It is, in fact, probably one of the least disruptive forms their constant warfare takes on a routine basis. Suddenly I understand a little bit of why their entire class hates them.
Also Dib’s happy face while he's terrorizing Zim into a shell-shocked stupor is absurdly cute and heartwarming. If I cropped that picture no one would ever guess what he's smiling about. This kid? A sadist? Impossible.
“I don’t even feel good about winning this one,” and it's said with his hands clasped together, practically vibrating with glee, his expression vaguely reminiscent of a teenager in the throes of hormonal infatuation (the hypothetical object in this case not so much being Zim himself as a personified abstraction of Zim’s suffering). If someone hit him with the Return of Keef happy goo in this exact moment, I am completely certain it would kill him. His statement is only true insofar that a more accurate term for his current state of being would probably be euphoric. I take back everything I’ve ever said about Zim being unreasonable in this episode—he was merciful.
Also this face the moment Zim gets up and starts threatening him. Zim still isn't even all that intimidating at the moment, but Dib knows he just fucked up. Maybe he's getting flashbacks to Dark Harvest.
Dib’s ridiculous water balloon device. Seriously. I feel like it gets (reasonably) overshadowed by the sheer absurdity of Zim’s entire operation, but it really is so amazingly stupid and pointless in a way that is… not dissimilar to the ultimate Irken water balloon. Not only is it really not necessary for the task it's meant to accomplish, it's actively detrimental in that it slows Dib down, blatantly telegraphs his attacks, and reduces accuracy by a significant degree. The only actual benefits I can think of would be the exponential increase in force and range and the instant accessibility of a water supply—the former of which is totally unnecessary in this scenario and the latter being possible to accomplish with a much simpler device (or even just… a water tank). To summarize, it is an incredibly impressive feat of both skill and creativity in design that is also completely and utterly useless! Which is just the perfect demonstration of what I mean when I say Dib really does share nearly all of Zim’s flaws, just to a less obviously ridiculous degree—he comes off just calm and clever enough to pass as moderately reasonable at a glance, and in some ways, that makes him more of a potential flight risk than Zim. At least that's a lunatic you see coming.
Irkens are collapsible, apparently
#invader zim#zim#dib#gaz#meta#just a little#my meta#iz posting#zadp#natterings#for the record i am not unaware of the irony in saying zims the lunatic you see coming#when the empire was ultimately surprised by the worst of his crimes enough times over that he was able to commit them all#and even now after impending doom 1 and the trial he is STILL consistently underestimated in the damage he can continue to do#whereas dib has spent his entire life being called crazy by literally everyone he knows (and many he doesnt)#all for ENTIRELY the wrong reasons#but hey#thats exactly the kind of counterintuitive comedy that the iz universe runs on#anyway i may or may not do this for more episodes as i rewatch with my sibling#or honestly just in general#because there is nothing i enjoy more than pointing out tiny details that are entertaining to no one besides me#i've always been especially fond of the wettening though#like literally always dating back to when i was 7#probably earlier but my memories only go back so far#its very fun seeing how wildly the specifics of how i love this show have drifted over the years#favorite episodes. favorite characters (i mean always gaz on some level but the ones that plague me the most)#but it is sometimes even better to observe the very specific points that have remained constant#if still evolving in complexity
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It’s kinda funny to me how the Fandom Concept of ‘Pilot Dib’ is mainly characterized as more sadistic and cruel than Canon Dib. I mean, I guess it makes sense but also I think Dib in the show was a character who can kinda fluctuate on his morality and sympathy. Sometimes coming off as more genuinely heroic, and sometimes coming off as more petty and cruel. So like… ‘Pilot Dib’ is less of a distinctive change from the final product and more like you tried to interpolate Dib’s whole personality and moral system from one of his crueler episodes without looking at the wider picture.
Like, I think in an alternative universe where the Pilot swapped places with… maybe ‘The Wettening’... but everything about the plot and Dib’s behavior remained as it was- people would still characterize Pilot Dib in pretty much the same way??
But mostly... the thing is that, from my POV, Dib’s glee at Zim’s suffering or his creepy smiles are not the most notable Difference between the Pilot and the Actualy Show. It’s actually… how friendly Zim and Dib can be with each other.
This exchange is really the One Thing in the pilot I cannot see any other canon versions of Zim and Dib do. You know, Zim unironically genuinely complimenting Dib’s technological skills without making it into some sort of a backhanded insult or a way to praise himself? And Dib actually taking it as a compliment instead of assuming that it must be some sort of trick? This is honestly very hard for me to imagine.
It’s not that they’re incapable of acting in a comically-friendly way towards each other, it’s not an uncommon IZ joke - it’s just that the way that it usually works in canon is that only one of them is acting friendly, while the other remains hostile and Dramatic as normal
For both of them to reciprocate at the same time is pretty bizarre in the context of their usual dynamic. I wonder if that was something that was consciously changed in the shift from Pilot to full series - they just decided it’s funnier the pettier and more personally hateful the Zim-Dib dynamic is. Or if it just happened to come off as more actively and consistently hostile by accident while writing the full show and eventually they realized they couldn't pull off the Friendly Enemy Exchanges they originally planned to do?
#invader zim#iz#pilot dib#iz pilot dib#invader zim pilot#zim#zim iz#iz zim#zim invader zim#invader zim zim#dib membrane#iz dib#dib iz#dib invader zim#iz dib membrane#invader zim fanart#invader zim dib#iz zade#zadf#iz zadf#invader zim zadf#dib
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Shigaraki Courtship/Dating Headcanons (Early LOV Days) (Villain Reader)
He is a JEALOUS little thing, on top of the fact that he doesn’t really understand A. why he’s jealous and B. What this itchy, irritating, and tight feeling in the center of his chest is. This comes across as him being more than a little pissy when he’s first dealing with those little flickers of attraction. He doesn’t LIKE you but he also doesn’t want you to hang around too much with anyone else, don’t get it twisted.
Demands your attention and does the thing where he calls your name and just kind of stares in your face for a few seconds, makes a face, and leaves without another word. It’s him trying to sus out his own feelings, more or less, wondering just what is it about you that is causing these kinds of feelings, but it’s absolutely confusing for you and everyone around you.
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Dabi intuits this immediately and is incredibly amused. He’s more than happy to let Shigaraki stew in his own feelings and not let him know what he’s feeling is a crush. Finds Shigaraki’s childish jealousy funny so whenever things are a little too slow around the base, he’ll get in your face just for Shigaraki to bark at him to go do something productive.
He’s basically called dibs on you. It kind of feels like he’s five seconds from writing you a letter that says GET OUT OF MY LEAGUE but he’d be irritated if you WEREN’T there all the time anyways, so might as well stay close.
If you ask him if he hates you, he just goes “No.” If you ask him if he likes you, he will also say “No.” He’s complicated. If you tell him that YOU like him, he’ll go “gross" or "whatever” but you can see that his ears turned just a little red. Mumbles something like you can’t take it back.
Suffers from a maddening desire to touch you (hold your hand, poke your cheek, etc) but also he’s got a subconscious fear of accidentally disintegrating you, so it usually ends up with him hovering around you instead. Once you start getting closer, it’s a lot easier to voice out where and what's comfortable for the both of you– Instead of a full hand holding, he just hooks a few of his fingers with yours, lets you ruffle his hair, or using you as a pillow for when things are too annoying or tough to deal with.
First kiss is all teeth, I’m afraid. He kind of swings blindly and goes for it and you both knock together with a slightly bruised lip. He’s so embarrassed by it he avoids you for a few days, but it’s a very sweet memory for the two of you. His lips are VERY chapped but at least he learns how to slow down and be gentle. The warmth and dryness of his lips ends up being a comfort– but you could also do with introducing him to some moisturizing.
Despite being a jealous and clingy guy while trying to get you to fall in love with him on vibes alone, he’s as respectful as he can be at this time if you aren’t interested. He’s going to avoid you for a while though as he tries to get his feelings in order. It’s a first for him, so try to be understanding if he’s not taking it with as much grace as he could be. He’s still not going to like you giving a lot of attention to others, but he’ll be less pushy with it.
It’s going to take him ages to confess, so get comfortable in the “More than Friends, Not Quite Lovers” category. You’re special to him: you know it, he knows it, and it’s enough. The League is still going to be his main priority. It’s not until after the Shiei Hassaikai Arc that he gets comfortable enough to say “That’s why I like you.”
He thinks the terms “boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” are cringe normie words so he’ll never declare your relationship like that. He’s just yours, and you’re just his.
#shigaraki x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#gender neutral reader#as you can see shigaraki won LMAO i might do one for the current arc him too
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Comment on this 4 second video of Dib being incensed that leadership roles in Irken society are decided by something as stupid as height;
"Honestly my main beef with the movie is that it still paints Zim as the antagonist when in reality he's a legitimate victim of an expansionist military regime. Even worse, one that doesn't want him and does its best to belittle him. People also like to conveniently forget if it wasn't for him the Earth would have been destroyed MULTIPLE times. From the moment he was born the Irken armada decided his life. It's one of the themes I really hoped they were going to run with. Zim coming to realize he has agency in his own life and doesn't need the approval of the Tallest. But instead Dib chooses to try and expose him at the keynote not even for the protection of the Earth. Just to prove he's right. Dib has a spaceship in his garage because of his involvement with Zim and it still isn't enough to be right. He needs everyone to acknowledge he's right. On the whole its a very good depiction of pride and how A LOT of characters in the series suffer from it. Zim is prideful, Tak is prideful, Dib is prideful, The Tallest/Professor Membrane, and even Gaz to an extent. "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall."
I feel like Dib being consistently portrayed as able to see through BS and point out obvious social problems that no one else notices or cares about makes him the perfect person to help Zim realize he's as much of a victim of the Irken Empire's agenda as a perpetrator of it if they were willing to go there.
In the comics, he is aware that Zim has had the ability to feel love or friendship (mostly) bred out of him, but he hasn't yet moved beyond the idea of "he can't feel love, that makes him a monster" to realizing "they took away his ability to feel love, that's really fucked up".
I like the idea that maybe once Dib reaches that conclusion he'd try to help Zim, but Zim would reject him because he doesn't want to admit to being a victim. Dib would get upset and whine to his dad about how he tries so hard to save people and doesn't know what he's doing wrong or what he can do if they refuse to listen. Membrane tells him that no one can ever really save anyone. The best you can do is give them the tools they need to save themselves. Membrane gives the world solutions to hunger, climate change, and pollution, but the world has to choose to implement them, and often times they don't, which is why the world is still a dystopia despite his best efforts. So Dib figures out that the way to help Zim isn't like, trying to assassinate the Tallest and start a revolution on Irk to liberate him and his people like in an escapist power fantasy. The way to save Zim is to give him what he needs to save himself.
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Gving slashers hot chocolates (Headcannons)
cause they need something nice
Includes:
Michael Myers, Corey Cunningham, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Vincent and Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire
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Michael Myers
- Marshmallows and a heap of whipped cream
- Gotta make it sweet, cause I think everyone has agreed Michael likes his suger
- Whilst he waits for it to cool he'll just enjoy holding it and feeling the warmth from the cup
- Depending on how close y'all are he may take his whole mask off otherwise he would only lift it halfway
- But if he's grumpy he'll just turn around whenever he takes a sip
- Drinks the whole thing then eats the marshmallows
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Corey Cunningham
- Dosnt need anything extra, he just appreciates the thought
- He would burn his tongue
- You would hand it to him, he's so happy he dosnt heed your warnings about how you just made it and it's hot
- But he'll still finish it (burning tongue or not)
- He LOVES hot chocolate (and just chocolate milk in general)
- But something about the fact you made it for him makes it taste extra special
- He's the person to get all soft and cuddly when drinking hot chocolate (u know the type)
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Thomas Hewitt
- Cold texas day, Thomas has been out doing chores non-stop
- You and Luda May decide make hot chocolates for everyone
- They don't have any marshmallows or stuff to give it that exta sweet taste :(
- Thomas would just hold it for ages putting it close to his face trying to warm himself
- Can't imagine he got alot of sweet stuff growing up so hot chocolate is liquid gold for him
- He also goes kinda soft when drinking the stuff
- But he tries to resist it more
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Jason Voorhees
- Cold night out at camp Jason has spent all day figuring out how to turn on the heating
- Make his hot chocolate in one of those oversized cups
- Extra whipped cream and 2 marshmallows on the side (he prefers them separate)
- His first instinct in to drink it as fast as possible to show he enjoys it
- Misses the whole point that you take your time to warm yourself up
- Sit him down get him a blanket, really set the scene
- He'll slow down and end up enjoying it 1000% more
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Vincent and Bo Sinclair
- It dosnt get that cold in the wax room but he comes upstairs for a break and immediately gets hit by how cold it is outside
- He has a sweaer but he wasn't ready for l the cold so he is suffering
- You and Bo agree to make some hot chocolate for everyone
- Bo will slip in extra everything for himself and still have the audacity to call dibs on the last marshmallow
- He will drink it burn his mouth stop for a second before acting like nothing happened
- He is in pain but he also wants to finish his drink
- I don't think vincent would like marshmallows so he'll go for the extra whipped cream
- He actually takes his time and let's the drink cool a little
- He is in absolute heaven
- He's gonna start coming upstairs more during the cold just so you will make him hot chocolates
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Brahms Heelshire
- Hea eats whipped cream straight out of the can so buy a second one
- He will constantly be refilling the drink with cream and marshmallows
- If it's chocolate powder he dose the thing where u put a heap at the bottom and don't stir it in so it becomes a lump of chocolate powder after ur done (i hope that makes sense?)
- Will pester you all day for more
- Constantly complaining that he's cold and feels sick and there's only 1 cure (the cure being hot chocolate)
- You show him how to make it so he can do it himself
- He burns himself by accident so now he's painfully hot whilst also having a cold
- What a marvel of a man
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