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s1lly-gh02tz · 10 months

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IM LUCIFER!!!

I go by he/they/it pronouns

I am a minor

I’m an artist and sometimes an animator and writer!!

I don’t have many other socials but I do have a TikTok!! (Same user as my tumblr)

I love making fanart of characters from fandoms I’ve been in such as fnaf, dsaf, Dhmis, Batim, cuphead, spooky month, welcome home, undertale, animal crossing, deltrarune, the owl house, invader Zim, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, I Feel Sick, Squee!, and sometimes my own characters!

I’ve made other posts about my ocs if you’re interested under some form of an oc tag lol I also have other tags like #rambles and #Lucifer loosing his marbles (first one is just me talking and the other is me talking but I’m going wacky)

Please only send in asks if they’re drawing requests. Unless you’re an irl friend or a mutual. I do not feel comfortable when people send in asks. Even if it’s asking for money. I am a minor and there is no way for me to send you money. ⚠️

If you’d like to hear more about my AUs or characters please don’t hesitate to ask! I love talking about them

I also SOMETIMES posts vents but I’ll usually delete them within a little bit so just ignore those lol

Drawing requests are open!!! However I won’t be able to get to them for a little while because I’ve got other stuff to do

I’m currently really into: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Invader Zim!! (Sad to see deltarune go☹️)

If you ask me to do something (for example continue an old au or draw something) I might not always respond/or do it. I probably have something going on that results in me not responding! So be patient and if you send me an ask i might not respond, but I really love when people send asks!

Alr that’s about it’

Drawing request info⬇️⬇️

So yes as I said I do take drawing requests! I don’t charge or anything, it’s just something fun I like to do!

I will be able to answer/respond to requests however if I have something going on or will be busy for a period of time I will not be able to work on anything. I will update when I am able to take requests as often as possible!

I will draw:

Cartoony/non realistic things

Ships

Animals/anthropomorphic

Gore (I’m not super good at drawing it but I will^^)

Preferably 1-2 characters depending on complexity but I can draw more if requested

I won’t draw:

NSFW

Realism

Compships/ships I’m not comfortable drawing

Thats basically all I can think of for now. However if the request is something I personally don’t feel comfortable drawing, I’m not afraid to kindly decline the request. I apologize for any inconvenience this brings💔

NOTE: I CAN AND WILL REFUSE TO DRAW ANY REQUEST I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH‼️‼️

Hope this helps if anyone was wondering <3

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messinwitheddie · 5 months

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Somehow this anonymous ask was deleted as I posted it?? So, hopefully whoever sent this asks sees it. Luckily I had the questions written down (helps me visualize sometimes)

1: Was tallest Red sick? If so, how long did he have it and did Purple see the signs? When did he die?

2: Hitz is the one out of the three whose upgraded vessel didn’t get destroyed during the last battle. Where is he now at the time?

3: I like to learn about tallest Spittle. He is one nicely built Irken. Confident enough to pose naked and loving how it intimidate his rivals.😆 what has he done for the empire during his reign? How did he pass away? Who was his closest staff workers?

4: How Was Hoola’s encounter with humans so far? What does he think of them and has he done any study of their world or at least learn form one?

5:How fond of Hitz and Soxx was of Dava? Enough to want to ally with her? Want her to be their life mate and have their sworms?(or was that towards Kii?)

6:Did Purple survive the battle against the control brains? Did he take back his throne or did he sit this own out? If the 6th era started, how is irk fairing after all this trauma over the years being led by each crazed, power tripping leaders and super computers?

7:If they can go back to the natural way of breeding, would they? If the irkens can find a way to limit the rick factors and death tolls. And only using the smeetiry method if it’s in dire need for population control. Surely there must have been a small amount of irkens who wish to have smeets of their own?

8: Out of all tallest, who’s reign was the least damaging to the empire and is more towards fixing itself from the inside while trying to gain Allie’s and trading partners on the outside? Any in favor?

9: When the time comes for them to die, will Zim and Dib see each other in the afterlife or will their paths be separated? Will they still watch over others?

10:What’s Cini’s favorite color? What would it be like if Lich was to be his personal guard? How would the interaction be between the two for the most part?

(Sorry this is all text. I will absolutely illustrate to these answers at some point... Catching up on other drawings this week. I like the numbering system; helps me stay focused. I is shit at focusing lol)

1. Red wasn't sick exactly. He and Purple suffered chronic joint and back pain, especially after their official measuring process which limited their physical activity. Red slowly developed a drinking problem after ID I, so his robes were a little tighter on him than Purple, even if on livestream that seemed unnoticeable. Red's reoccurring headaches started shortly after the Massive escaped the florpis hole.

The Massive's medical staff was OVERLOADED with emergencies at the time. Maybe something ailing late Red was misdiagnosed or overlooked in the chaos, but he was young and relatively healthy for his abnormal height. Nothing concerning showed on any of the maintenance tests Medic Hoola or the imperial PAK technician ran on his PAK. Late Red's death via aneurysm was unexpected. It shocked the empire. It nearly destroyed Tallest Purple. Purple didn't take Red's complaints seriously for a while. He will always blame himself for this. At the same time, a repressed part of him wonders if Red's death wasn't a freak coincidence. Tallests are telepathically/ wirelessly synced directly to the control brains. They often express displeasure with Red/ Purple's work performance... Maybe this was their way of punishing them? Their way of keeping Purple humble and in line...? He tries not to wonder. Outside his personal chambers, they can hear...

The exact date Red passed away, I honestly don't remember when I said originally or if I ever specified. I would have to look it up... In my AU Zim left earth a little under 2 years after the events of ETF. Red passed away some time between then and when Zim returned to earth (18 years after the events of ETF).

2. Self indulgent ending for Hitz (or his updated flesh vessel at least). The exact details have not been fleshed out. To sumarize, the one single surviving back-up flesh vessel, Purple winds up adopting the newborn updated Hitz and raises him as his own on Mem's mystery planet. New Hitz is a very big, very challenging smeet, but the evil, greed and hatred that infested his original vessel never infests new self. New Hitz is showered with love and friendship growing up. He has the same compulsive need to be orderly and follow rules and a logical routine, but he has no desire to enforce rules through violence and fear.

3. (Trying to gloss over this part, but… yeah) Spittle was the 21st tallest of the 4th era. He wasn't the brightest drone; he could barely manage the label on a nutrition shake. BUT, he had the good sense to surround himself with bright drones and listened to their counsel. He trusted the judgment of his staff, frylords and military nobles.

Spittle had a competitive streak and inferiority complex. He also had body image issues, if that wasn’t obvious. So in his efforts to build a strong, thriving empire and a flawless physique to match he invested large sums of monies and resources into medical research; improving the irken population's overall health.

Improving quality control and labor-drone's burnout on Producia, Foodcourtia and the other major snacking systems was advised by the frylords of his day, so he enlisted more service drones and made it mandatory for encoded full-time soldiers to work shifts for service drones due for a reprieve (vacation). For a soldier to refuse to show for service-drone duty or fail to perform the job correctly was considered a punishable offense. His advisor and battle pilot comrad, Blinx, cautioned him about declaring war until the armada was upgraded. So Blinx invested heavily in military research. Within the first century of Spittle's reign, he commissioned and mass produced three new battle crafts, the Spittle Runner (named after him), the shuvver and the ripper. Navigational tech upgrades were installed in all the Armada's ships. Maintenance on all crafts were performed more often and the regulations themselves were updated and reinforcedmore strictly.

Spittle had enlisted for battle pilot training when he was a cadet, so he especially enjoyed discussing battle crafts, space battles, racing stats ect.

Funding for Irken military and battle pilot academies was increased as was the number of training hours needed to graduate. Training improved exponentially and the stats of cadets across the board improved. The youth of his day confidentiality believed Spittle was leading them into a platinum age of Irken history...

He seemed untouchable, but Spittle had two character flaws; he had a habit of showboating and taunting his enemies and he never learned his limits. After declaring the only war during his short reign, Spittle started a strict body building regimen. He injured himself at the gym. In an attempt to rush his recovery and gain results, Spittle went against the advice of his medic. He took a cocktail of performance enhancers. His heart gave out.

His advisor, Blinx was measured the next tallest and the war Spittle declared lead to the pandemic that decimated the Irken population when Cini was a smeet.

4. The only two humans Hoola has interacted with so far is with Reg (Dib's oldest child) and Lyr (Gaz's only child). He is pleasantly shocked by how kind they are to him, considering how much these humans know about the Irken race and their endless warpath. He likes these young humans. They're funny creatures; very expressive and curious. Reg especially asks a lot of questions. Hoola knows giving away too much information may be a punishable offense, but he is sick of the injustices plaguing the empire and his life clock has been detonated, starting his 10 year retirement countdown to death.

He enjoys participating in Reg's interview. Lyr is especially fond of Hoola. He considers him their Irken grandpa. Lyr is deeply troubled when Hoola explains to him how retiring works in the Irken empire.

5. Dava was long dead when Hitz, Soxx and Kii ruled as tallests if their respective hives. Soxx and Hitz would have HATED Dava. Dava allowed her drones too many perks and freedoms. She encouraged disobedience. She spat on tradition. Kii ruled the same subterranean territories Dava and her allies ruled. She admired Dava or how her legacy described Dava, as a smeet but failed to honor her memory in the long run.

6. Purple survives several battles against the control brains. He dies long before the final battle. He lived a comfortable-ish life in Mem's hive. He did what he could to help the resistance.

7. I think it would take a few generations to get used to the idea of a natural/ smeetery option birthing system. The smeetery has been the only method of birth permitted in the empire for thousands of years. Most Irkens would choose to let the smeetery replenish the population, but if the alternative method is decriminalized eventually more drones might find the natural method appealing. It would be a huge win for drone rights if natural pregnancies weren’t a punishable offense.

8. Hmmm… Late Cini probably fits that description as far as my ocs go. Spittle is a close 2nd. But I haven't written lore fot 17 or 18 other late reigns of tallests.

9. I'm sure Zim and Dib will run into each other. Where and when I'm not certain. Zim is relieved Dib has kept tabs on his family / descendants. Otherwise, it would take Zim forever to recap.

10. Cini's favorite color is neon pink. He is also fond of iridescent silver or iridescent pink, and sequins of any color.

#invader zim #asks #irken #oc #au #lore #long post is long

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melodyofthevoid · 7 months

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hello it's me, annonymous person coming at ya once again.

no "annonymous" is not a typo, i was actually born with two n's protruding from my knee; which is why they called me double n's nnonymous sometimes back in my town, "totally anonymous city." it has a massive sign that says that so people will know at first glance it is anonymous.

anyways i see you are looking forward for the knowledge and wisdom of the anonymous people once again, and request a humble homage, of which i shall of course humbly deliver once more, my people always aim to please.

okay well, aside from a handful group of us we call "jeremie's", we don't talk about them and we always apologize for their existance.

so!

uhhh..... hmmm.. uhhh i don't actually know you, totally, so... hold on...... i uh.... fuck, why is tumblr so confusing to use?... well as jk simmons from portal 2 said: "an evening at the improv."

aha! okay according to your.. ehhh "masterpost" your name is melody, pretty cute name that's a charm, i guess; and you have... a few links that might help you, or well, me or whomever, to navigate around here.

awww well, that's really swell and considering of you to consider that considerable and helpful guide, i like you already!

and uhhh.. you have an ao3? the fuck's that? morse code? ah well whatever, uhhhhh... you have a kofi? as in, coffee? oh well i imagine you must make pretty good coffee, warm and dear hearts are often infectious like that. and you have, a royalty au arc, wait no.. two actually, there's two of them now. and uhhh lemme just get in there for a sec and.... oh! invader zim! i loved this show as a kid! and... why are they wearing dresses? and trapping themselves in mirrors? and... wtf why are they tall for some reason, why does dib have trauma? dib doesn't have trauma right? what the fuck why are they kissing? enemies don't do that? do they? wait.. really? who in the absolute fuck is this veiny green bitch.. zib? wait...... this guy's real? WHAT THERE'S COMICS OF INVADER ZIM? WHAT HOW HAVE I NEVER KNOWN THIS WHATHEACTUALFU-

anyways, i completely thank you for notifying me of the existance of more content of my childhood show! and also being a source of unofficial content of my childhood show aswell! it's as much of a fever dream as the real deal, it's one of the reasons i enjoyed the show so much as a kid, completely out of left lane; freedom of expression and such.

okay so, uhhhh... ocean idiots! lets see this one, i'm already excited considering the quality of your previous work!

hmmm...... woah! this is great! a pirate adventure where they... oh my word there's a massive eel thing! and... oh... everyone's dead... she's alone... and... oh! she's talking to the moon goddess! maybe there's hope and- oh... nevermind... pirate girl's conditions are getting worse... water powers tho? that's really sick as hell actually that's- oh... her arm fell off..... oh wait actually she can regrow her arm! she's part water goddess now! and- oh.... people are hunting her down now... oh! omg shark pirate girlfriend! that's- oh.... she gave her a scar and her girlfriend left..... her condition is reaching it's climax and..... i..

....it was already over when it started......

...

this is phenominal! holy hell! and here i was last month or so, thinking i was talking out of my ass when i said you were a well and just person with a undeniable prowess with the arts! nah i was dead set bullseye the moment those words left my mouth!

fucking wicked great job me.

this has been an interesting experience! it's been really nice *actually totally* seeing from you! because once again, i need to clarify. i am indeed, an annonymous person, and i have never been an ocean idiots fan until now! totally! completely and utterly! we'll meet again.... uh... melody? was it? idk, but this has been more than a pleasure!

ciao!

I’m going to be completely honest I have no idea how to react to this.

#thank you? I think?#melody rambles

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amyisherenowitsokay · 1 year

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Alrighty. If you’re still doing those writing prompts, all I know about your ship preferences is that you like ZaGr and Stolitz, sooo… Idk, I think 18 sounds cute? Or. 22 or 33 also interest me lmfao. Whatever you want and whoever you want since you’d be the one writing it. I suck at these, but I do like your writing so I figured I’d send one in... 😔

Paige I have chosen all of them at once because you are my friend and I am also incapable of making even the most inconsequential decisions

This can pretty easily be read on its own, but I imagine this set in the unpublished AU I’m still writing in the background of all my other many projects. No matter what universe it's set in, it’s right in the middle of a will they/won’t phase of their relationship.

Fandom: Invader Zim

Pairing: Zim x Gaz

Words: 2200+

Prompts:

18. “I’ve never been there. Wanna go?” 22. “You’re not going to settle for that. Not if I have anything to say about it.” 33. “I was lying earlier.”

A/N: I imagine this set in the unpublished AU fic I have ongoing, but I think you could argue this fits in just about anywhere where Zim and Gaz are bordering on the will they/won’t they line.

The air smells like gasoline, copper, and something distinctly metal that puts her teeth on edge.

The silence is disquieting. In particular, because it was only moments ago punctuated by a screaming so loud it’d drowned out any hope of thought. Gaz was smart, and intelligent, and had an eerie amount of composure for someone her age. Even still, her body physically aches from keeping so still and so tense for so long. She feels sick. It feels like she was holding a golf ball in her throat that she couldn’t swallow. It makes it hard to breathe, and the churning in her stomach threatened to send the imaginary golf ball back up the other way.

The only sound she’s able to register is her own heartbeat. She has her teeth clamped hard against one another to prevent making any noise.

Zim still isn’t making any noise. Gaz wants to say something—anything—but keeps her mouth shut. It would be incredibly stupid to potentially trigger additional security just so she could verbalize a question that should’ve spoken for itself. Zim would let her know if it was safe, and in the meantime, she was going to stay parked in this little corner of what had once been his otherwise immaculate lab. A lab that he’s now destroyed. Thoroughly. Gaz can’t help but sneak glances in the places that the precariously dangling lights hang on (and fuck, this lab really is made of stronger stuff; most of the lights in the circle of destruction are seemingly hanging on by literal threads, but through all the violence, had only swayed, without showing any significant signs of detachment. The only disturbance was the occasional flickering.) It’s bad. Really bad. The word ‘vulnerable’ comes to mind, but somehow, looking at Zim poised in the center of it all, remarkably unscathed, the word dies, discarded in the back of her mind.

The sudden absence of growling makes her realize that he was growling in the first place. It’d just sort of filtered out, unregistered by her ears. Now that she was paying particular attention to that portion of her senses, some of the general hustle of city noise could be heard in the distance as well.

She makes another valiant attempt to swallow the metaphorical golf ball to no avail. Her mouth is too dry.

Only when he takes a deep, steadying breath does she suddenly remember how to breathe. He stands up straight, fingers carding over his antennae, and turns.

Whatever he sees in her is enough to make him wince.

Gaz’s brow rises, somehow finding the energy to be a little offended. What did he want from her? She was only human. Exceptional, but still. Sometimes a body compelled decisions, overriding the brain. In her case, and in this instance, that is exactly what had happened, and was exactly why she was curled out of the way, as far from the epicenter of violence (aka Zim) as she could manage in the confined area. Sometimes, a body screamed ‘duck and cover’ without ever consulting the brain. In this case, it felt warranted, even if it left her probably looking like some cowering idiot in front of her . . . friend. Whatever they were.

He looks like wants to say something. She could be wrong—it’s not like she’s used to interpreting the shifts in skin and muscle on an alien face just yet—but he seems to be holding an apology behind his clenched teeth.

Whatever he wants to say, if anything, he seems to reconsider. Instead, he makes his way over the scrap towards her. Some of it he kicks away spitefully. Most of it he just steps over until he’s crouched in front of her. One hand finds her bicep. It’s gentle, but firm.

“Up,” he coaxes.

She manages to get to her feet, but only barely, and mostly with his help. It’s embarrassing how much she needs his help. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug, and it was doing a number on the steadiness of her legs.

“We shouldn’t have come here,” he announces quietly.

The snort that comes out of Gaz is compulsive, and earns her a sharp, curious look that she pretends to not feel burning a hole into her cheek. She pretends to be enraptured by the surrounding mess of what was once a lab, stationed in the middle of nowhere.

“It’s not your fault,” she says, generously. “It’s my bad.”

And it had been. Zim had mentioned it off-handedly, in a moment of unusually careless honesty. An old hideout, in a city more dangerous and intriguing than where the two of them had been stashed away. The newness of the idea had been immensely appealing, enough where she’d pressed for details, until eventually, the words had seemed to come on their own.

18.

“I’ve never been there,” she’d said.

Zim had turned to her with a calculated interest. His eyes had narrowed, lips pursing briefly, before seeming to decide in favor of his initial impulse.

“Would you like to?” He’d asked.

And now look what’d happened.

Zim sighs. The noise quickly morphs into a groan. “This will take me ages to repair.”

Gaz somehow finds herself reaching for the nearest robot. She feels Zim stiffen, but he doesn’t stop her. Not even when she picks it up—or the biggest piece of it up, anyways—and rolls it in her hand.

“I’ve never seen robotics like this,” she comments. It’s true. The robot is immensely advanced. That nerdy, secreted part of her wants to sit down with a screwdriver and better lighting and start peeling it apart. Her father would be proud.

Zim scoffs. His toe snaps in the direction of a chunk of leftover, once-hostile robot, sending it bouncing off into the dark. “Tch. This is hardly impressive,” he grumbles. “This lab is more the Empire’s than mine—including its laughably outdated security. I could show you much better inventions. Things of my own design that would put this to shame. Oh, what things,” he finishes with a deeply satisfied hiss.

Gaz’s brow rises. “Oh yeah?”

“Of course,” he boasts. The lingering oddness between them seems to be dissolving in favor of Zim’s usual arrogance. One of his hands reaches for her expectantly, clearly encouraging her to get off the floor and leave the ‘inferior’ robot pieces alone.

But because she’s Gaz, she ignores him. Even the metal encasing the device is unfamiliar to her.

Said device is suddenly plucked from her hands by a metal claw, and tossed away. Before she can offer her protests, or start an argument, its in front of her face, all four little finger-appendages clicking together. It’s hard to say, but it feels nearly disapproving.

Non-metal claws grip the back of her neck. Not hard, and not threatening, but he’s angry. She wants to categorize that under ‘what else is new,’ but goosebumps break out along her neck and shoulders. It’s a physical reaction to his proximity, one she’s been noticing more and more of lately. She wishes she didn’t notice. It’d be easier if she was still oblivious.

He brings himself level with her, looming over one of her shoulders from behind. The way he hisses in her ear sends an uninvited thrill up her spine that she firmly ignores.

22.

“I will not tolerate you being so fascinated by something so pathetic,” he insists. It sounds nearly like a threat, but not necessarily one meant for her. “Not as long as Zim is here to properly educate you on what a real death machine looks like.”

“These were real death machines,” she points out. She’s trying to figure out how to shrug him off without making it painfully obvious how uncomfortable she is.

“Bad ones,” he dismisses. The hand on the back of her neck flexes. She always forgets how creepily long his fingers are. His thumb and index finger are closer together than they would be on a similarly proportioned hand. Not quite touching, but close.

Oh, wait. He’s done that talon thing again, where he flexes them, like some sort of demented green cat. He must be fighting with his own residual adrenaline. Still tense, and waiting for another attack.

“I was told this would be a fun field trip,” she points out. Another robot bit is juuust out of reach. She tries to stretch for it without Zim noticing.

The hand on her neck flexes sharply, keeping her in place without actually hurting her. A growl that sounds more like a warning than just impatient irritation rumbles against her back. The shiver that follows is entirely involuntary. She tries to play it off by following it with squirming, as though she was simply trying to wiggle out of his hold.

His other hand grips her shoulder, pressing her center of gravity into the floor. Keeping her kneeling in place. A part of her thinks it might be precautionary, but she’s mostly convinced he’s just fucking with her. She’s got a feeling an imminent comment about subservience is incoming. Normally she’d already have her snarky reply ready to go, but her mind is drawing a blank past trying to figure out how to grab another robot bit without being too obvious about it. It’s probably impossible like this. Zim’s face isn’t visible from his position behind her, but she knows he’s watching her every move like a hawk. A creepy, weird, murderous, arrogant little hawk.

She reaches behind her, going for a swat at his face. He jerks backwards, which counts as a success, but he never relinquishes his grasp.

“Fuck off,” she snaps.

The hand on her shoulder now comes to grip her defiant hand. The action only serves to bring them closer as she tries, semi-successfully, to pull that away too.

“Shut up,” he snaps. “I’m doing a sweep for more of them.”

“No you’re not,” she argues. She’s slippery and wily, and while her neck remains trapped in his fingers, her hand manages to break free. She clutches it between her other one protectively. “You’re just standing there.”

“I am infiltrating the security as we speak, idiot girl,” he insists. “If anything is left online, you run the risk of incineration upon standing. My PAK is emitting minimal shielding for us. Be patient for once in your miserable little life.”

Now that she’s paying attention to it, she can hear a little bit of a hum in his PAK that she’s come to recognize as it’s ‘I’m doing something’ noise. So he probably wasn’t lying. But that doesn’t make this position any more comfortable.

Their brief struggle however has managed to scoot them a little closer to one of the robots. She thinks if she’s quick, she can snag it, so she goes for it.

She grabs it successfully. Unfortunately, Gaz hadn’t anticipated just how sharp it would be. She jerks backwards, and three of her fingertips have blood beading on them.

She’s extremely glad he can’t see the wince, but her swallow must be obvious with the way he’s still got a grip on her throat.

“Done,” he suddenly announces.

His grip on her disappears, and she pretends not to notice the cold left in its absence. Less friendly is the way he not-so-gently drags her to her feet. She only barely gets her barings before he’s pushing her forward.

“You are safe now,” he purrs, mocking her with the sweetness of his tone.

Gaz has a really hard time believing that. She turns to meet his eyes as hers narrow suspiciously.

They’re not really friends. They’re not even formal allies. She doesn’t trust him. She shouldn’t trust him. Especially not with how he’s smiling at her like that.

‘I don’t feel safe,’ she nearly says. Nearly. Gaz only just manages to suck her lip in at the last second to keep from voicing it. She’s not afraid of him, but she’s not stupid. There had to be at least a few dozen robots, each determined to eviscerate the ‘intruder,’ aka her, scattered across the floor in shreds. She’d seen him tear a few of them with his teeth, and plenty of them fell to the talons that are only just now retracting back into ‘normal’ appendage lengths.

Her three fingers start stinging viciously, reminding her that she’s in need of minimal medical aid. It seems like a bad idea to suck them into her mouth, given her unfamiliarity with what the evil robots are made of. Who knows what they could be coated with. Whatever it is, it’s probably not a good idea to ingest them.

She wipes them on her jacket instead. Zim grimaces at the sight of it.

33.

“I was lying,” he said suddenly, meeting her eyes flatly.

Gaz’s brow rises in a prompting fashion.

“Earlier,” he explains. “You are never safe, reckless creature.”

She beams, immensely smug about having irritated him so thoroughly. “Is that a threat?”“You’re a threat to peace,” he retorts. However, the sentiment seems to amuse him. He smirks at her. “Which makes you an appropriate associate of Zim. Now hurry up, before something else stupid happens.”

#iz #invader zim #zim #gaz #zagr #fic #mini fic #writing prompt #amyisherenowwriting #sorry for the wait bestie hope you like it

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scribble-bugz · 1 year

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Dreamcore au lore post when?

TLDR; an au where irkens are these little friendly guys, that don’t feel the pull of gravity; so they float, that help you sleep. They’re soft, and feel like stuffed animals— They’re non violent creatures that live in giant hidden and communal villages, where they grow their own food. Their diet consists of mainly sugar; and they ALL wear pjs + have black tails. Red helps with insomnia and Purple soothes nightmares— Zim actually causes nightmares and insomnia, so that’s how he’s defective in this au. Red smells like roses, Purple smells like lavender and Zim smells like baby powder (scents that you can get put into real stuff animals).

H O W E V E R. If they consume caffeine they become like their canon counterparts. Miyuki and Spork are the “tallest” in this au, and they’re scary. They both smell like rotting corpses and sadness. They’re soft and squishy too, but like, they feel like skinned leather and they bleed black sand instead of the usual stuffing, and their button eyes remained buttons because they weren’t brought to life with love. The Control brains created all the irkens; It’s a company in this au. Miyuki and Spork were the forgotten prototypes, the failures. Zim was their third attempt, and became their official model/prototype for creating irkens! Irkens in this au don’t really have genders, but they do have genitalia.

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TALLEST PURPLE (SHE/HE/THEY)

Purple wears a pair of dark maroon overalls with a star pattern, and a lilac shirt with pastel stripes. His black tail is long, and fluffy at the end. He’s a little anxious, always positive and usually an oblivious cuddle-bug that doesn’t like to be alone. He’s very sweet and huggable, yet also a bit of a crybaby that loves to socialize. Purple often finds himself seeking out the company of Red. The irkens of this timeline do not do well in harsh lighting, and prefer to stroll around in dusk-light. Because of this, Purple is always bumping into this during the day and accidentally hurting himself— this leads to him wearing a lot of bandaids and crying frequently.

When Purple consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), he becomes sassy and sharp tongued; often making crude or just plain cruel remarks about others that are entirely unnecessary. He quickly becomes sick of physical affection, and gets easily overstimulated, putting distance between himself + the ones he loves.

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TALLEST RED (HE/IT)

Red wears a long pastel sleeved shirt, with a heart in the middle as well as a pair of crimson and plaid pants. His black tail resembles that of a wolf’s. He’s a bit of a cocky, grumpy and introverted little trickster that loves to hide items (that aren’t vital to a person’s survival). He can be rather cheeky and he tends to dislike new people at first but he’s an absolute sweetheart once he opens up. Red often finds himself seeking out the company of Purple. Red has also taken it upon himself to comfort Purple when he cries, and tries his best to keep him cheered up, though he can’t *always* keep Purple from crying.

When Red consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), he becomes mean-spirited and hotheaded. Preferring to play humiliating and vulgar ‘pranks’ on unsuspecting humans or fellow irkens. His temper quickly shortens, and he no longer holds patience as a virtue.

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INVADER ZIM (HE/HIM)

Zim wears a pastel pink, footed onesie with galaxy patterns on it. His black tail is long, and thin, it has little to no fur at the end. Similarly to his canon counterpart, he’s a smug, ambitious and bratty jackass that’s very full of himself and expects others to acknowledge just how important + incredible he is. He’s very loud and obnoxious. Zim finds himself wanting to cause chaos rather than help humans— Zim carries around a stuffed green dog plushie that he’s dubbed “Gir.”

When Zim consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), he becomes sweeter, and easier to love. No longer wanting to cause chaos; he settles down pretty quickly, and often seeks out the affection + ressaurance of others.

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DIB MEMBRANE (HE/THEY)

Dib is a 12 year old human with brown hair and glasses. Similarly to his canon counterpart he’s a manipulative bastard that prefers not to get his hands dirty, and would rather have others do his dirty work. He is very cruel and considers himself a lone outcast. Dib suffers from consistent bullying in his home and school life, but he is an asshole nonetheless and never goes out of his way to show basic kindness or decency to others; he often bullies his classmates back.

Dib has a habit of catching and experimenting on live animals (he claims this is practice should he ever capture an Irken, alien, or cryptid), usually adding the carcuses to his “collection” when finished. He finds joy in hurting others, preferring to torture small animals because they are the least defenceless.

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INVADER TAK (SHE/IT)

Tak wears a thick pair of dark violet sweatpants with black cat patterns, and a lighter shirt with one big black cat in the center. Her black tail resembles that of a three week old kitten’s. She is often shy and soft spoken; she rarely draws attention to herself. She is terrified of the big wide world and prefers to keep herself hidden; she follows Tenn around like glue. Tak carries around a stuffed blue navy cat plushie that she’s dubbed “Mimi.”

When Tak consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), she becomes spiteful and easily jealous. She looks for any reason to dislike or talk down to someone, and disregards her morals fast. She’s bold, and has no filter— she will tell someone EXACTLY how she feels about them, sparing no details.

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GAZ MEMBRANE (SHE/THEY)

Gaz is a timid 9 year old human with dark red hair. Unlike her brother, she isn’t obsessed with dissecting the irkens, and is rather indifferent about their origin. She finds her brother’s crude obsession with wanting to tear them apart to be annoying.

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