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postingjustwhatever · 3 years

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What Slenderman, Jeff, and some of the other creepypasta characters have been up too these last few years

I’m not even in the creepypasta fandom I don’t know why I ended up putting so much effort into this. All of these pictures are traced, I just wanted to do a few of those kinds of pictures where people draw characters over memes, but I ended up doing a ton of them. I also wanted them to look nice so it ended up involving a lot of editing, getting rid of the parts of people that still showed up under the traced image, and editing out stuff in the background. I did all of it in Paint Tool Sai

I was just feeling kind of nostalgic for when Slenderman used to be a meme. I kind of miss Slenderman, I haven’t seen any Slenderman stuff in years. So I decided I was going to make a short video, I was going to edit Slenderman into a few pictures and make it look like he’s been on vacation all this time, and then set it to Oppa Gangnam Style because I remember that being a meme around the same time Slenderman was. But this ended up spiraling into a huge project.

I just kept adding more and more to it. At first, I was like, I’ll add Jeff to a few of the pictures, but then it turned into Slenderman and Jeff going on vacation together. Then I started editing Sirenhead into the background of a few of the pictures, and that resulting in Jeff Attack on Titan style fighting him and losing. And then I decided I needed a few cursed images of them, so I made those. Then I started thinking what are some things that have been trends since Slenderman was a meme until now? So I drew them t-posing and planking. And then I wanted to add the area 51 raid, because that was such a huge meme. And that ended up spiraling into a mini story of them rescuing three aliens and letting them return home. But later on I decided that one of the aliens stays with them, So I had to draw the aliens saying goodbye to each other. And the alien that stayed with them goes to a convention with them dressed as invader zim. Then they all t-pose and fortnite dance in the backrooms/liminal spaces.

Then I wanted to draw Jeff in a dumpster with some raccoons, but that ended up as, Slenderman finds Jeff (who has fallen on hard times and resorted to eating fruit roll ups in dumpsters with raccoons) and basically adopts him and they go on vacation and then everything else that happens in the videos.

I also wanted to draw them buying toilet paper during the virus, and then I remembered the description of a fanfic I saw once, which was something about Jeff getting a college degree during lockdown. So I drew Jeff and Slenderman playing video games and other stuff around the house and after that Jeff starts taking college courses online and graduates college. So I had to draw him graduating too.

Then I decided I wanted to draw Jeff interacting with someone else, so I added Eyeless Jack. But then I decided I was just going to give some of the other characters cameos in the back, but that ended up as a series of cursed images of them. In one of them there is a dude with a target bag on his head holding a knife to someone's neck, I edited in Jeff as the guy with the knife to his neck and ended up making the target mask guy into a character that hanging out with them. I also wanted to draw what the alien had been up to so I decided he lives out in a small shack in the woods. He does a podcast about conspiracies. Jeff comes to visit him and then they all get into his rundown truck and go play in the mud.

The ones with Jeff holding cats and racoons are some of the last ones I drew, because I wanted to have some pictures of Jeff with animals and I also wanted to draw him with different outfits.

I ended it with Jeff GOING TO SLEEP

I have absolutely no video editing skills, I wish I could have done more with this but whatever, it is what it is

I am going to upload all of the pictures in the video separately

DANG IT, I JUST REALIZED ONE OF THE HALLOWEEN PICTURES IS MISSING, I SOMEHOW FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE VIDEO, I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT INTO THAT ONE, AGGGGGHHH, OH WELL IT’S TOO LATE NOW

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hollynovaextra · 2 years

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Why does Zim dress like a girl

first off: he’s not ”dressed like a girl”. He’s dressed in more fem clothes. Guys can do that. Clothing is not a gendered item, it’s a fucking piece of cloth. Plus he looks great. second: it’s mostly because I like drawing Zim in this outfit but there is an in-universe explanation for it:

you might have noticed in the lore posts that he’s wearing a black sweater instead of this outfit in most of it. He sewed it himself. He REALLY wanted to ditch the invader uniform but he didn’t really know how to make anything else so he kinda just made a sweater. When he started observing humans more closely (ya know, to blend in and shit so he could kill them) he kinda started to really like that style of clothes! Now he does murder and looks great while he does it

[CHARACTER AND AU ASKS ARE OPEN]

[AU INFO] https://hollynovaextra.tumblr.com/post/673932306469224448/baking-au-info-zim-part-1

https://hollynovaextra.tumblr.com/post/674289963934924800/baking-au-zim-info-dump-part-2-electric

#invader zim #invader zim au #invader zim baking au #iz #zim iz #My art #invader Zim fanart #I love his little outfit #he looks so pogchamp #Very iconic fit my good sir

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ask-darling-xoxo · 3 years

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So a special darling wanted me to share their AU idea and here it is! It’s very long!

But basically, the idea is Steven universe gems/Your boyfriend fusion au.And basically it goes like this.

Y/N Is a gem, which gets stranded on an earth very much like the YB universe.

Haven't decided what kind of gem specifically. But they have a dark grey heart shaped gem, with a white horizontal stripe across the middle.

So probably a low ranking member of white diamonds court, maybe working some kind of a data entry job or the like.

Basically they're kinda short. They're not a fighter, and not a mechanic like peridot.

So they get stranded on earth after an accident, which left them without enough materials in the wreckage to build a distress beacon. So after a series of amusing events, Y/N comes to this conclusion.In order to get the materials they need, they need money. n order to get money, they need to pose as a human and get a human job. In order to not be fired from their human job, they need to maintain a certain set of human qualifications, such as a mailing address and uniform.In order to reach those qualifications, they need human assistance.And thus, they end up moving in with a roommate, and find themselves in a position very similar to the beginning of the Your Boyfriend game. Having done a good job thinking on their feet and rolling with the punches for a gem. In fact doing a much better job of blending in than most other gems would in their position.Except for almost the whole time…. Peter has been watching them. Peter is a human.So at first his interest is piqued when he's able to clock Y/N as a non-human when they first appeared in town, stumbling around in a strange space-suit looking outfit asking strange questions.

At first he starts following them in a very "Holy shit that's a freaking alien!!! What are they doing here???" Kind of conspiracy theorist hunting Bigfoot Dib from invader zim way. Trying to gather as much data as he can about what they are and what they might be capable of. And possibly, who they should tell about this because who knows if they're dangerous or not.But that quickly transitions to obsessively stalking a crush as he falls in love. Watching with adoration at all the cute and silly events that happen as Y/N adapts to human culture.And after a few months of this, he makes his move to try and worm his way into their life. Taking advantage of their lack of context for human relationships and Y/N's willingness to adapt to "human customs" if it gets them closer to their goals.Actually coming to enjoy their time with Peter a fair bit. Going on dates and such and actually taking some time to enjoy earth rather than just fruitlessly grinding for money to buy equipment in the hopes of rescue.But all the red flags that had been piling up hit a breaking point when they accidentally fuse for the first time.Because from that point on, Peter's goals shift from

"Trying to convince Y/N to stay on earth with him by showing how happy they could be together"

"Single mindedly trying to do everything possible to get them to fuse again."

Including kidnapping, manipulation, and poofing them multiple times when they try to escape.Culminating in a really dark scene, where after having poofed them during an escape attempt.

Peter, having timed how long it takes for Y/N to reform after being poofed, cuts open a wound in the middle of his chest, and sockets Y/N's heart-shaped gem into himself.

Binds it there with a bandage. And lays in bed panting and love-struck and covered in blood as Y/N tries and fails to reform a few times.

Peter enjoying the "feeling of having them twist inside him" or something.

Until they take their fusion form, which has four arms, the top set Peter's, and bottom set Y/N, with Y/N's hands scrabbling in terror trying to pull the gem from out of Peter's chest, which is kind of futile in their fusion form.

though nonetheless, Peter's hands just catch them in his own, bigger hands.

intertwine their fingers, and bring them up to plant kisses along smaller hands wrists. The hearts in the more Peter-like eyes overpowering the more Y/N like features as its clear Peter and his overwhelming emotions are the more dominant one in this fusion.

While in the internal mind-scape of their fusion, it's clear their minds are still very much separate in a somewhat lapis and jasper kind of situation.

Though Peter is trying to change that, wanting to mix minds as much as bodies and truly become a single entity as Y/N resists his lust-fuled attempts to consume them.

But yeah, I could see Peter being so horny for something like fusion, and it being such a toxic relationship dynamic regardless of what variant that someone's goes with. Like if Peter was a gem, or were doing some non-steven u variation of the fusion concept.

Honestly I might have to try drawing a Peter/Y/N fusion. I expect it would be unsettling as heck.

THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I WROTE!!! It belongs to someone else who just wanted me to share their AU idea! It belongs to @min-haven-pokemon-sanctuary !

#fanfiction #your boyfriend visual novel #yb peter #your boyfriend fanart #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend oc #your boyfriend peter #your boyfriend visual game #y/n your boyfriend #yourboyfriendpeter

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cc-sketchbook · 4 years

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While I was drawing this one I stumbled across a convo that @aperfecttimeforscreaming, @alien--fuckers--anonymous and @rainbownuclearraptor were having about whether there’s a “Space UN” and if so, does the Irken Empire even attend? And I couldn’t help but start thinking that Zim looked a bit like a diplomat in this outfit. Of course Zim is an invader not a negotiator, so that’s probably why he’s nervously checking to make sure his jewelry is on correctly and his antenna is well groomed. If his tallest sent him here it must be because its important and not a joke! ...Right? Another request for this clothing meme! If you wanna request one too, hmu! More to come!

#invader zim #invader zim fan art #iz #Zim #Illustration #clothing meme #lol everyone has a cool AU and at this point mine is just What if they wore more than one outfit? 8D

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stimmyzim · 3 years

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Here To Stay

Chapter 1

ZADF

TW: self-harm, bullying

Zim sighed as his translucent pink blood dripped down into the sink from his wrist. Ever since the Tallest told him that they weren’t coming to Earth, he had been using self-harm as a way to punish himself. He was still determined to take over the Earth just to prove himself to the Tallest, but deep down he wondered if he could ever do it. Each time his plans failed, he would shut himself in the bathroom to punish himself, which was quite often. However, today was the day that he decided to finally go back to school instead of staying at home moping. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 7:45. Class began at 8 usually.

“Damn, my first day back and I’m already going to be late!” he yelled, quickly trying to clean up his blood and fix up his outfit.

He ran out the door, trying not to wake GIR, who was sleeping on the couch. He ran to school faster than he had ran in a long time. He finally made it to the school about two minutes before 8, and he took his seat. Mrs. Bitters was running late that day, so Zim started doodling to avoid social contact.

“Zim, it’s been almost a month! Why were you gone so long?” Dib yelled obnoxiously.

“Silence, filthy worm! Zim was sick at home. Haven’t you been sick before, Dib? Or are you an alien who doesn’t get sick?” Zim replied.

“Oh shut it. You were probably at home trying to think of a plan to blow the school up or something!”

“And you were probably trying desperately to look for another kid to call an alien while I was gone so you can get the attention you foolishly desire!”

Dib went silent at that remark and just looked at Zim for a moment in shock. Their classmates whispered, and the sound of everyone whispering made both of the boys a bit anxious. Everybody was probably just calling them weird or crazy again. Zim timidly looked down at his desk, feeling a bit more nervous than usual. He thought for a minute that maybe what he said was too cruel, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he usually did with “weak” thoughts. Finally, Mrs. Bitters walked into the classroom about four minutes later, and she instructed the children to open their textbooks.

Dib zoned out during Mrs. Bitters’ lecture. He couldn’t help but think, “What if Zim is right? Am I really just looking for attention?” When he thought deeper into it, as much as he wanted to protect his home, sometimes he considered letting it get destroyed because of how everybody ridiculed him. He was trying to hard to save the Earth, and for what? Deep down he hoped that he would be praised and regarded as a hero, but he knew that day would never come. Even if he stopped Zim in front of everyone, they’d still find a way to twist it and make him sound crazy.

Meanwhile, Zim had a terrible feeling of nervousness that he couldn’t shake, and he didn’t know why. Zim often repressed his thoughts so much that when he felt overloaded, he didn’t know what was causing it. He kicked his legs back and forth and tapped on the corner of his desk as a nervous habit, and occasionally guiltily eyed Dib, quickly looking away every time Dib noticed him.

Whenever the bell rang for them to go to lunch, Dib was the last one to leave the classroom. He was still somewhat spaced out, and only snapped out of it when Mrs. Bitters whacked him with a ruler. He rolled his eyes and walked to the cafeteria. As usual, Zim sat alone and Dib sat next to his sister, Gaz. Zim tried to look as normal as possible. He really wasn’t in the mood for Dib’s humiliating taunting and accusations today. Dib, on the other hand, eyed Zim for a few seconds. He considered starting on him, but then he realized he didn’t feel up for it.

About fifteen minutes of the lunch period passed without Dib saying a single word to or about Zim, or to anyone for that matter, and it made Gaz worry a bit.

“Hey, Dib, why haven’t you pestered Zim yet or pestered me about him? What’s wrong with you?” she asked in a harsher tone than intended.

“I don’t really feel like it today, Gaz. I’m just kinda tired today.”

“If you say so. But I think you said that it gives you energy or something insane like that at some point.”

“Oh, did I? I don’t remember. Oh well.”

“I’m gonna get back to my game, but seriously, if something is wrong with you I don’t see why you don’t just tell me.”

Dib nodded and went quiet again. Even his own sister calls him insane.

“Then again, siblings do have the tendency to insult each other,” he thought, trying to reassure himself.

Zim was trying his best not to give in to his insecurity and sadness over what the Tallest said a few days ago, but he tried to tell himself that it could be even more of a motivation to successfully conquer Earth and prove his worth as an invader to them. He was hurt, but he was mostly determined to make them proud. He didn’t think much of the fact that Dib hadn’t bothered him yet, he was mostly trying to think of the perfect plan. Finally, the unusually quiet lunch period came to an end and the bell rang for the children to go back to their class. Both Zim and Dib kept staring at the clock, praying to gods they don’t even believe in that the day would just end already. Dib wanted to sleep away his sadness, and Zim wanted to spend the rest of the day thinking of his big plan.

“Only an hour until recess, then 30 minutes of recess and 30 more minutes of class,” Dib thought, “and then I can finally go home.”

During that hour of class, Zim was doodling ideas for his big plan, and Dib was trying to stop himself from falling asleep. Mrs. Bitters was so deep in her lecture about cannibals that she didn’t even notice that most of the children weren’t listening to her.

Slowly but surely, the hour passed by and the bell for recess rang. Zim sat under a tree, still doodling, and Dib slowly approached him. Zim looked up at him with an irritated expression.

“What do you want, Dib? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Listen, Zim, I just wanted to let you know that you’re free to do whatever you want. Experiment on people, destroy the Earth, whatever. I don’t care. I’m done trying to stop you.”

“Huh? Am I hearing this right?”

“Well, yeah. Did I stutter?” Dib rolled his eyes.

Zim stared at Dib for a moment, taking in what he just said. Last time Dib said that he was done trying to stop him, it wasn’t long before he got back to it because both of them were becoming depressed, but this time he seemed more serious. Zim felt a sense of happiness that he didn’t feel last time. This time, after what his leaders said, he was determined to prove his worth to them. He was so tempted to jump up and down and yell about his victory, but this time he tried to keep his composure.

“Okay, Dib. I will do ‘whatever I want.’ And I will continue to do whatever I want’ until this is just another planet conquered by the Irken empire. I’m surprised you managed to put up a fight for this long, anyways,” Zim smirked.

Dib was so tempted to say something back to Zim, but then they’d just keep fighting. He had to draw his line somewhere.

“Have fun with that, Zim. I’m gonna go back inside now. Recess is almost over.”

Zim watched Dib walk back towards the door, feeling this odd sense of hope come over him like he had never felt before. Without Dib in his way, maybe he still had a chance after all. For the rest of the school day, Dib was quiet and spaced out, and Zim was excited and hopeful. They were both ready to be home, but for very different reasons. When the bell for the children to go home finally rang, Zim ran out of the building excitedly, ready to share the plan he had been thinking of all day with GIR. He had a feeling this was going to be the best day of his life.

#invader zim #invader zim zadf #zadf #invader zim zadr #zadr #zadf angst #zadr angst #dib iz #zim iz

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iodotsys · 3 years

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So I can immediately tell your style because of your ink work. Reminds me HEAVILY of Jhonen's style. Also, your Dib and Zim designs are really unique. Zim's outfit is big fave. Dib's adorable nose!! And your color work.... Like fuck. OH. AND YOUR BACKGROUNDS ARE GOD TIER 👌👌👌👌👌👌

AHAHAHAHA THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASKS FOR LIKE WEEKS OOPS

Damn, thanks so much! I honestly started drawing because of Zim and JtHM, so my style is heavily influenced from Jhonen.

I really like drawing Zim. He a wasp. A scary wasp. Dib's nose is scary too.

And I freaking LOVE drawing backgrounds. Again, heavily influenced from Zim and a lot of sci-fi works. I feel I have more fun with the background of drawings sometimes more than anything.

Thanks again!

#ask the poop

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th3atr3phant0m · 4 years

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I Want to be Okay

For the majority of his life, Zim had considered himself to be above most other humans. His self-confidence was through the roof and he had an ego the size of his kismesis’ head. That paired with his mild God-complex was a fun little cocktail for absolute disaster and it was only a matter of time before Zim was taken down a few notches by his fellow classmates and everything changing around him.

As middle school and high school progressed, everyone around Zim changed. Their voices, their bodies, their personalities. Zim, on the other hand, felt as though he had remained mostly stagnant throughout the time. It wasn’t until how the others treated him and how Dib acted began to change that this was brought to his attention.

Suddenly, Zim felt the crushing pressure that everyone talked about but that Zim had never been able to imagine would ever impact him even slightly. He had never felt such hatred towards himself as he did those dark years of high school. It was as if every good thing he had seen in himself had been washed away as a cold bucket of water was upended above him, dousing him in the reality that he hadn’t seen before.

And that reality hurt more than most other things seemed to.

For the first time ever, Zim found him doubting himself almost completely. He felt happy about very few aspects of his appearance and personality and it weighed upon him heavily as the days dragged by with people becoming increasingly hostile and dismissive of him.

What hurt the most, though, was the realization that Dib had completely lost interest in him.

For several years, their relationship had been based on mutual hatred mingled with respect for the other. They were pinned against one another constantly and did everything they could to keep a constant battle going on between them, whether it was with their fists or with their intellects. They did everything in their power to do better than the other and excel in ways that the other could only hope to achieve. Zim and Dib were constantly at the top of their classes due to their battles to best the other and both pushed themselves both mentally and physically to get further than the other.

Now, though, Dib had completely given up on him. The other man has abandoned their strange relationship in spite of the fact that it had lasted for several years. Just like that, he dropped their entire dynamic without sparing a glance back at what he had spent so much of his time and energy on. Dib left without a word in favour of someone else- some pretty girl that he has a far more peaceful and cheery relationship with. He abandoned Zim as if he meant nothing.

Just like his mother, Miyuki, had all those years ago when she died.

Zim was sick and tired of being left behind and forgotten as though he was nothing . Zim was brilliant and powerful in so many ways that those around him just couldn’t comprehend. It wasn’t that he was less than them, they were just too blind and foolish to see that he was perfect. Zim wasn’t the problem!

...but what if he was?

It hadn’t just been Dib who had left him. His birth mother had left him as well and several of his foster homes had given him up before he finally landed in the care of his current fathers. That was more than enough to form a pattern that was clear as day and that pattern told him that people just had a tendency to leave him. People got bored with Zim and discarded him and, for the first time ever, he had to wonder if it was actually his fault.

Zim had to change things and he had to so quickly. He refused to continue to be left behind by those that he grew attached to any more. No longer would he be overlooked and unloved. He was going to change things.

It started off simple.

Zim became incredibly conscious of his caloric intake. He carefully considered how many calories were in every single food item he ate, cautious to not go over the limit that he had set for himself, no matter how hungry he was. Zim may not have been particularly large beforehand, but he knew what it was that people wanted and who was he to deny them?

The changes in his physique were minuscule, taking far too much time to leave any impact on Zim’s body aside from the lingering hunger when he didn’t eat well enough. He wasn’t happy with the small changes, so he began to eat even less, pushing himself to eat as little as possible when he did eat and to drink as much water as he could instead, warding off hunger and weight with the liquid. It may not have been satisfying as actually eating food was, but it was something.

Both of Zim’s fathers seemed to constantly eat junk foods. Despite this, their metabolism was so powerful that they stayed in good shape no matter what. It was a shame that Zim couldn’t get that trait from them. Oh, how much easier it would be if he could look pretty and perfect without having to starve himself as he did.

But Zim wasn’t so lucky. He had to work hard for the changes in his body and he wondered if his fathers were noticing. While they had likely noticed the fact that Zim had been eating less and less- coming up with excuses to not eat anytime they had family meals together- he wasn’t sure whether or not they would care that he wasn’t eating. As much as he wanted them to and as much as it made sense to him, he couldn’t be sure. Clearly, Zim had been overestimating himself and how much others liked him. Why would his dads be any different?

Weeks passed with him eating as little as he possibly could while still consuming enough to function and Zim couldn’t help but feel proud of himself in some twisted way. Despite the way hunger clawed at his stomach, seeing the numbers on the scale slowly slide back more and more over the days made him smile. The flatness of his stomach and the more prominent curve of his ribs and dip of his hips made up for the dizzying hunger that overtook his body as the weeks passed.

Despite the massive change, nothing in the way his peers treated him seemed was altered. They still overlooked and ignored him unless he was screaming or demanding their attention in one way or another. Even Dib- the one he had hoped to gain the attention of the most- continued to refuse him anything more than a passing glance.

That hurt even more than the hunger did.

Clearly, what he was doing already wasn’t enough. That was okay, though. He could change things. That wasn’t all that he had to offer the world.

Being gender fluid gave Zim an array of ways to express himself and a variety of outfit options to play around with when he was looking to impress those around him. Typically, when he chose clothing, he looked for things that made him feel comfortable with however he wanted to present that day rather than thinking about how he would be perceived and whether or not others would find it appealing. Recently, though, it seemed like a far better idea to begin focusing more on the latter option.

In another attempt to gain the respect and attention of his peers- specifically Dib- he ended up revamping his entire wardrobe, taking on a style that wasn’t entirely his own nor entirely in his comfort zone.

Zim began pushing his outfit choices to the extreme no matter what day it was, wearing form-fitting or revealing clothes most days. On Zim's feminine or androgynous days, she wore cropped shirts to expose their flat, somewhat muscled stomach. On other days, tight button-down worked wonders at showing off the physique he had worked so hard for.

As it turned out, he had been right about one thing- dressing differently did draw attention to himself. In his new outfits, even if he didn’t like all of them, he turned heads and oh he loved the attention. Their stares as he walked by, their heads swivelling to follow his movements made him feel amazing. He felt seen by them. He felt appreciated. He was proving to them that he wasn’t someone to just be discarded as they had done once before.

Zim was almighty.

But Dib still wouldn’t even look his fucking way. No matter what it was he did, it seemed he could never gain the boy’s attention. Despite all of his attempts, Zim wasn’t able to restore their previous relationship. The changes that he underwent did absolutely nothing to ignite the same spark he had within the other boy when he first met him. He just couldn’t seem to get Dib’s attention at all and the attention that he got from his peers, while immediately gratifying, was clearly not akin to respect.

Even with his best efforts, Dib was still staring at that stupid girl and not paying any attention to him. Nothing that Zim had done to make himself more impressive had drawn any of his nemesis’ attention back to him. Despite making himself even more of a formidable foe than he had been before, Dib refused to give him the time of day- as is he didn’t even notice Zim’s existence.

Zim hated the fact that Dib had been able to move on to something else so easily while Zim was stuck in the past, missing their relationship regardless of how fucked up it had been.

The more he longingly stared at them from afar, the more he found himself wishing that he were her - or at least, like her. While Zim didn’t particularly like the girl, it was clear that Dib did and even if Zim didn’t want the same kind of attention that Dib was giving her for himself, he wanted something . He wanted their old chaotic, intense rivalry back. He wanted a reason to push himself like Dib had given him throughout all those years. He wanted someone in his life who was important to him like Dib had been for such a long time. He wanted what they used to have back.

Zim gritted his teeth angrily as he ran his fingers through his hair harshly, dragging the dye through the strands as he did so. Zim kept telling himself that it wasn’t strange that he was doing this so he could look more like her - more appealing. He kept telling himself that what he was doing was normal. Those shitty videos about self-esteem that their teachers had shown them all in middle school were enough to prove to Zim that, at the very least, he wasn’t completely alone in these strange concerns about himself and his body.

He continued to lather the coloured dye into his hair, working it in as best as he could without getting help from a third party. If he couldn’t even get and keep Dib’s attention then how was he ever going to get anyone to care about him? If Dib had been able to give up on him so easily after everything that they had gone through together, then Zim had no confidence that he would be able to get anyone else to care about him for any longer than a couple of years. The attention that he was getting at school wasn’t enough and it was his own fault. He wasn’t working hard enough to make himself perfect, to make himself desired enough by others for them to actually care about him.

Zim tugged harshly on his hair, yanking at the fibres despite the pain that prickled in his scalp as he did so.

How was anyone going to love him if he couldn’t even keep his nemesis’ attention?

By the time Zim rinsed the paste from his hair and dried it, his hair was bleach blonde. Just like her’s.

While he didn’t think it suited him and never would have died his hair like that under any other circumstances, seeing his reflection made him smile. He may not have been perfect yet, but he was getting there. He truly looked beautiful, even if it was strange on him.

He hoped that it was enough to make the others care about him.

~~~

As he waltzed through the hallways, he drew people’s eyes his way. People stopped in their tracks to watch him and a few people even attempted to speak to him, a couple going as far as to ask him out on dates.

All of those requests made Zim frown. While it was definitely a nice amount of attention, it wasn’t the right kind of attention. It was clear that none of them actually cared about or loved him. They felt nothing more for him than infatuation. They wanted nothing more from him than his body.

It made him sick.

Why wasn’t anyone giving him what he wanted? Everything that he had done to change his appearance had been for them, so why wasn’t he able to form any meaningful relationships? Why did all of it feel so fake and plastic?

The pain was overwhelming.

His stomach ached with the desire for any substantial food. His hips and upper thighs stung with the echoes of his own nails from those nights when the stress and aggravation grew so strong that he began to take it out upon himself, raking his sharp nails over the sensitive flesh. His head pounded with the headache that grew the longer he went without eating and the more he allowed his thoughts to overtake him.

Most of all though, the feeling of being overlooked and unloved was overwhelming. It hurt far more than any of the physical pain that ailed him. The scratches across his skin and the growling of his stomach didn’t hold a candle to the pain he felt inside himself.

Abruptly, Zim was drawn from his thoughts as he felt a new presence enter his space.

He had been sitting on the floor of the hallway, hidden away from the majority of the chaos that was going on, and sticking to the relatively empty halls of their school. He couldn’t stand being in the cafeteria during lunch- partially because the place was packed with people and absolutely disgusting, but primarily because the sight and scent of all of that food made him feel nauseous.

As he looked up, Zim felt his heart stop. Next to him was the very target of all of his recent concerns: Dib Membrane.

“You’ve been acting weird, lately. You’re not eating like normal, you’re not wearing your weird, eccentric outfits, you bleached your hair, and you’re always brooding.” As Dib sat down beside Zim, his eyebrows drew together in concern, “So what’s up?”

Despite the fact that Zim wanted nothing more than to tell someone, anyone , all fo the problems and concerns that had been plaguing him recently, he just couldn’t bring himself to. Instead, he felt defensiveness bubble up within him, “Nothing.”

Dib looked unamused, “I think these past few months you’ve changed more than you have throughout the entire time I’ve known you. You don’t seem happy about it, though.” For a moment, his eyes scanned over Zim’s gaunt body, “Have you been eating at all, Zim?”

“Of course I have. I’m not an idiot.”

Dib ignored him, opting to dig into the pocket of his trenchcoat instead. What he withdrew was something smelling strongly of cinnamon and sugar wrapped carefully in a paper towel. He held out his hand, offering it up to Zim. “We made monkey bread in home economics. I was just going to save it and eat it when I got home, but you clearly need it more.”

Zim scowled at the offending item that was offered to him. He couldn’t resist, though, the desire to eat and the scent of the delicious food more important than his body for a moment.

Without a word, Zim reached out and grabbed the baked good from Dib’s hands, quickly unwrapping it and digging into the delicious food.

As Zim ate, Dib stayed silent, just watching him with a distant sort of concern in his eyes. By the time Zim finished eating it, he began worrying at his lower lip with his teeth. He shouldn’t have taken that from Dib. He shouldn’t have eaten anything today. He-

“Hey,” Dib drew Zim’s attention to him by snapping his fingers before the man’s eyes.

“I’m fine,” Zim reassured before Dib could even say anything. It didn’t sound convincing to either of them, though.

“Clearly you’re not…” Dib frowned, leaning back against the wall, “Listen, I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I have problems with my body, too.”

"I do not have problems with-"

"Then why aren't you eating?" Dib's voice was mildly accusatory as he spoke, "If you don't have problems with your body, why did you change everything if it clearly isn't making you happy?"

"Oh, fuck off !" Zim snapped, "You've been ignoring me for months and now you care? After years of us being pinned against each other in every way, you just… left me! You've been avoiding and ignoring me for months and now and all of a sudden you care what's happening to me? After actively ignoring me for months, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence and ask me uncomfortable, prying questions about things you know nothing about."

"Then explain ."

Zim glared, "Why should I?"

"Because something is obviously bothering you and I'm tired of watching you destroy yourself," Dib sighed, "I'm not going to leave until you tell me so you should just start talking."

Zim sighed as well, letting his head fall back to lean against the lockers behind them, "I'm just… sick of everyone overlooking me."

Dib began to frown, "I don't-"

"Yes, you do," Zim countered, "You've completely abandoned our rivalry. You don't even try to do better than me in our classes anymore. You don't even speak to me anymore. You've left me. You wouldn't even tell me why."

Dib fell silent as if he didn't know what to say. Instead, he leaned to the side slightly so that their shoulders brushed up against one another's faintly, "So… why change your appearance, then?"

"I had hoped people would take interest in me if I looked more appealing to them," Zim sighed, "They say beauty makes people happy. Clearly , that wasn't enough, though."

"You looked great before."

"I don't think anyone else in this shithole would agree."

"I mind of have a similar problem," Dib gestured to his body vaguely, "I, uh, worry about not looking masculine enough and getting misgendered or having people claim that I'm 'faking it'."

Zim hummed. At least he wasn't along.

"The point is, even if people here are dicks about it, you shouldn't let them control your decisions. The people here seriously aren't worth the trouble, Zim."

"I know that. That doesn't change anything, though."

"Why not?"

"Because if the people here can't love me, how can I expect anyone else to?"

"It may not be the kind of love you want, but I definitely do care about you," Dib tilted his head to the side, "I'm sorry that things got… weird between us. When we got into that argument, I really thought that you didn't want me in your life anymore."

"Well, you were wrong," Zim glanced to the side to look at Dib, "You're not the only problem, though. Everyone else leaves me, too. I'm pretty sure it's my fault, at this point.

"It's not your fault," Dib sighed, "People leave you because the world is shit, not because you've done anything wrong. Even if you did, changing your appearance wouldn't do anything."

"I can see that," Zim glared disdainfully in the direction of the cafeteria where nearly all of their peers were. Zim drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself.

Why was it that even now that Dib was finally talking to him, it didn't feel any better? Why did he still feel so empty inside? Nothing was better. Despite all of his effort, he just couldn't seem to fix himself. Even after everything he'd done, he felt like a disappointment. The only reason Dib was even talking to him was because he pitied the smaller human. He didn't want Dib's pity- he didn't want to be seen as nothing more than a pathetic kitten that couldn't even get through a day without breaking down.

More than that, though, Zim wanted fo stop feeling like that pathetic kitten struggling through the day. He didn't want every day to be so difficult. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be loved. He just wanted...

"I just want to be okay…"

The stunning cover art for this piece was done by the fantastic @sai-doodles! Go give them some love and support!

I originally posted this work here on Archive. It’s the first part of my Human Zim series. Check it out if you’re interested!

This fic was inspired by the song Prom Queen by Beach Bunny and the story was suggested by the stellar @sams-art-shit.

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agentmothman18 · 5 years

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Idk?

During high school, many kids go though many changes. From facial features to their overall outlook. The ugly girls that got picked on, well they blossomed and became the center of attention. And even some jocks, bullies once, had changed into more of gentle giants. So when Dib Membrane went from gothic alien loving freak to gothic bad boy, it wasn't much of a surprise. The geek that everyone hated was now either feared because of his looks or thought to be the coolest guy ever.

And then there was Zim. Who, after finding out about the truth, started to express his defective emotions. He practically became the school's flower child, one with a bad temper of course. As a way to cope with being banished and defective, Zim had thrown everything out that wasn't from earth, except Gir. He redecorated with anything vibrant in color and took a great liking to earth plants. Hint as to why he was called 'flower child.'

The two were completely different from when they first met. But they still talked, sometimes argued, and sometimes just ignored each other all together. With how their looks and personalities had changed, many students thought their little rivalry would get worse. It didn't, in fact, the change was probably the healthiest thing to have happened to them.

"Dib!" Oh, and then there's Keef. The once chaoticly hyper child was now mellowed out. Taking on more of 'I dont care' type of persona. Though the boy was still quite hyper and easily excited about certain things.

Dib glanced up from his sketch book and watched as Keef pranced over. He knew this could only mean the boy was excited about something and was going to tell him everything. Sometimes, Dib had to wonder how Keef and him became friends.

"My 18th birthday party is the same night as prom!" Keef sat on the bench next to Dib, glancing at the drawing only momentarily before closing the book for Dib. "You now have to come to prom." Keef stated, shaking Dib's shoulder. Some kids where watching them, the ones that believed Dib was like how he dressed. Dangerous and ready to snap someone in half. So they had curious and shocked expressions as they watched a preppy guy shake a scary guy like it was normal.

"Keef, buddy." Dib started, scooting away as to hint he didn't want to be shook anymore. "As much as I want to go to prom, I'm not." He was sarcastic, looking at Keef with a blank expression. Dib would like to spend time with his friend for their birthday, but going to prom to do so was a no go. If one thing has stayed the same, it would be Dib's hatred for crowds. Sure he has done many things involving crowds and all attention to be on him, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

"Prom is boring anyway. Why not throw a house party instead?" Zim questioned, jumping into the conversation as he plopped himself between them. He had plans for Friday night, and that was to yet again, throw the control brains guards off his back. Zim may have thrown everything Irken away, but he still did stupid and illegal things. Like steal secret information about the tallests.

Keef then went on to whine about how everyone would be at prom. Or how they needed to go and support him to become prom king. Neither boys cracked under the pressure, until certain things were brought up into the pleading. Keef was using blackmail, even though he didn't want to, he really wanted them to go. This was the only way, at least that's what he thought. It worked, both finally agreeing to go to prom.

"That was low." Zim hissed, crossing his arms and legs. Dib only nodded and open his sketch book.

Prom was loud and annoying. To many people were there, talking and dancing and eating. Dib had hid in the corner of the gym, by the food and punch and was glaring at everyone. He hated the tux he had to wear, and loudness of the music and chatter, and it was pretty hot with. Dib had only seen Keef once, telling him happy birthday before the boy disappeared in the crowd. And Zim has yet to arrive.

"You're being antisocial." Dib quickly looked down at Zim, completely thrown by his outfit. Instead of a tux, the short alien was wearing a loose blue dress and 2 inch heels. And surprisingly, Zim looked really good in it.

"You're wearing a dress." Dib stated back, still confused. Well he shouldn't be all that confused, for nearly 3 years he got to see Zim in that irken dress thing.

Zim looked down at himself, lightly dusting off his dress even though it wasnt dirty. The only reason he was wearing a dress was because he found the female clothing cute and fun. And much better then men clothing. "Yes. Zim likes this dress." He looked back to at Dib, then looked him over. Like most teen boys he was wearing a tux but with a dark blue button up and a white tie.

"Aw!" Both jumped at hearing Keef. "You two didn't tell me you were coming together, and with matching colors!" Keef wrapped his arms around their neck, giving them this awkward hug. Both Zim and Dib looked at themselves then at each other, only now realizing just how ironic their color choices were.

"Coincidence." Dib said, slipping from Keefs hold. He brushed himself off and glanced around. Most were standing around and talking instead of dancing to the music. He then noticed someone he hadn't seen at school before. They were dressed appropriately but something felt off about them to Dib.

"Let's all dance!" Keef cheered, quickly pulling the two out into the crowd. It didn't take much for Keef to convince Zim to dance, but Dib refused. He could dance but doing it in front of people was a no for him.

Though he did tap his foot and sway just a bit to the music. Nothing compared to the other teens who danced as if at a rave. But soon the song slowed down, and Keef took this as his sign to go find a dance partner. Leaving the two boys alone in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

Though, Dib finally decided he wanted to dance. "Wanna dance?" He questioned Zim, holding out his hand for the alien. Zim was only shocked of a seconded before taking the boys hand letting him lead. Unlike others that danced to the slow song, the two talked about random things and kept a little distance between them.

As the song came to the end, the two hesitated before separating. Smiling nervously at each other before turning their attention to the principal on stage. It was time to announce the king and queen of prom, and if it wasnt for Keef Dib would have left at this time.

"Think he's going to win?" Zim asked, folding his arms over his chest. He knew this was going to take forever because the principal will give a long speach about safety.

"Yeah." Dib nodded, glancing around. He was searching for that person again, curious to know who they were. His gut was telling him to yo search for them but he wouldn't.

The principal talked on and on about safe driving after prom and even safe sex. Which no one would probably listen to. Soon enough it was time for him to announce the king and queen. Starting with the queen, it was some popular girl Dib didn't care about. Keef had been announced king, no surprise, but everyone still cheered and wished him happy birthday.

Everything was going pretty normal until the roof of the gym was ripped off. A bunch of screaming filled the air and everyone trying to get through the doors. When Dib saw the irken symbol on the ships above, he immediately glared at Zim.

"What the hell did you do?!" He exclaimed, irritation bubbling up.

"I didn't do anything!" Zim hissed back at him, watching irken soldiers dropping down. "Okay maybe Zim stole important data, not the point!" Zim quickly grabbed Dibs arm, pulling him through the crowd of people.

More screams erupted from the crowd, teens being kidnapped by the irken soldiers. The two continued pushing through the crowd, picking up Keef along the way.

"What's going on??" Keef questioned, scared like any normal teen as he followed his two friends.

"Zim fucked up, that's what." Dib grumbled, earning a slap from the alien. He would have slapped him back if it wasnt for the lazer like bullet shooting between them.

Zim picked up his pace, ripping the long part of the dress off to make running easier. He may be shorter than the two humans but he was still fast enough to keep up.

They weren't fast enough though, an alien ship landing in front of them and easily cornering them. The three surrendered, knowing it would be death if they didn't.

Dib had long since stripped from the tuxjacket and tie. Pacing around the small cell as he thought of many different plans to escape. All seemed good enough but he couldn't think to far ahead because he didn't know the layout of this ship. Plus he would also have to save all the other teens that were kidnapped. He didn't mind, but this all brought him back to a few years ago. Leaving him with the strong urge to say 'I told you all.'

"Could you stop that?" Keef questioned, his nervous already on edge. Watching Dib pace around only made it worse. The taller boy sighed but stopped, sitting down on the metal floor. Across from their cell was an empty one that would probably be used later. Their cell at least had a bed. "Thank you." Keef sighed, glancing around.

Ever since they were taken, neither of the boys had seen Zim. This raised more questions in Dibs mind. Last he checked, the Tallest hated Zim and told him off. Now they probably had him locked up away from the humans or worse, erased.

As Keef was going to voice his concerns, their attention turned to the door opening. A big alien stepped in front of the door, obviously not an irken, and pointed at Dib. "Come." The alien ordered, stepping out of the way of the door. Dib glanced at Keef before getting up and leaving the cell. He felt a bit bad leaving Keef behind but there was no telling what was going to happen from here.

#alien #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #zadr #zim #lgbtq #short story #iz #adventure?

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greensconnor · 5 years

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tell me about your ilitw mc for the mc ask game

miles griffinshoodie you literally deserve the WORLD for this tae is my favourite and i would die for you

ilitw mc: tae myoung

how tall are they?

tae is the shortest of my male mcs at 5′6″ please press f for him

how do they tend to dress?

wears a lot of dark colours, as a sort of post-emo aesthetic, like he’s trying to reach toward aesthetically goth but he hasn’t quite made it because you can pry his old my chemical romance shirts from his cold, dead hands and if janefield couldn’t kill him what CAN? he loves hoodies and big jackets and funky t-shirts, plus he likes to accessorize with weird things to make the outfit look more interesting (has used a bike lock as a belt once). he also LOVES painting his nails and usually does them to match whatever colour he’s dyed his hair (orange in it lives beneath) + he has like. a bunch of ear piercings and a nose ring.

do they like how they look?

yeah! he used to be a bit self-conscious of it in high school but when cody and jocelyn started bullying him he sort of leaned into it out of spite

are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

he’s an only child! his parents are really hard working and didn’t really have enough time for another child, but he has a good relationship with them even if they’re a little bit distant at times.

are they a morning person or night owl?

night owl, but only because he’s had trouble sleeping after jane’s accident. he was never really a morning person anyway, but now his sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked up and he tends to sleep in late because he goes to bed at such odd times.

are they a cat person or a dog person?

both and you can and will not make him choose, but since he actually owns a cat right now he leans more toward cat person (that doesn’t mean when hilda comes barreling toward him full force he’s disgruntled. he welcomes his death by fluffy slobber takedown with open arms and a grin upon his face)

got any favourite foods?

got drunk once and texted connor about how he could literally live on dumplings forever ahskshs. honestly he loves anything in that vein, no matter where it comes from; if it’s dough stuffed with assorted meats and veges he’s going feral for it. he also LOVES bread. his favourite type is ciabatta but to help with his depression he started making his own bread and he loves baking loaves for his friends!

how about favourite drinks?

pussy energy drink™

what are their favourite movies/tv shows?

tae’s a big fan of animated cartoons! he still loves invader zim for the nostalgia factor, and he’s big on things like star wars: the clone wars and the avatar series. he has selective taste in anime by which i mean he’s only watched the classics like naruto and sailor moon. he also loves the original sabrina the teenage witch series, loves buffy, and his favourite movie is everything is illuminated!

do they have any hidden talents?

apparently monster fighting is one but aside from that tae is a pretty decent artist, although he just draws as a hobby!

do they believe in love at first sight?

not really! tae thinks you have to get to know someone before you can really love them as a person, but he thinks there’s definitely a word for an immediate interest or connection with someone, just not love.

who is their love interest?

connor green, for whomst the blog is named ahsksdhs. tae went through the Gay Experience of having crushes on his friends and on his friends siblings, but connor was the one that sort of stuck the longest because of the time he broke cody’s nose. connor is a lot more stable and less traumatized than the others, and he’s kind of the rock that tae needs, plus they’re just snarky little shits to each other constantly but at least their music tastes don’t clash!

what are they afraid of?

tae struggles with being in darkness after the janefield incident, and he tends to get spooked pretty easily by loud noises, but a lot of his fears stem from his ptsd, especially his fear of spiders since he was never afraid of them before the incident.

what are their guilty pleasures?

he really likes 80′s cartoons that are kind of. bad. like transformers, the original voltron & she-ra series, etc etc. he also LOVES knight rider even if it’s a little cringy now.

what was their dream job as a kid? is it still their dream?

when he was a kid, tae wanted to be an olympic gymnast! unfortunately he had an accident that messed up his wrist too much for him to be able to compete when he was a bit younger, but his secondary gene was always to be an archaeologist which is what he’s at uni working toward at the end of ilitw!

have they ever broken a bone?

yes! i mentioned he broke his wrist, and he’s also had a bad ankle sprain, a collarbone fracture and a leg break, mostly from him being kind of stupid and reckless as a kid.

have they ever been in trouble with the law?

not really? he’s had like. one speeding ticket in his life but he does dumb things he’s just too smart to get caught

+ three other random facts about them!

he’s a scorpio so he was 17 for most of the events of ilitw, he named his pet crow odin and his cat is named salem, and his favourite item of clothing is connor’s leather jacket which he steals, CONSTANTLY.

ask me about my choices mcs!

#sol.txt #answered #it lives in the woods #ilitw #mc: tae myoung #thank u so much for the ask miles!#javisfreckles

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sysig · 5 years

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The Evolution of Cory

So the digital version was pretty limited - Cory started as a digital doodle but did not end as one! So I’m going to go through how this lad

became this cutie

Beware of disgustingly long post below the cut!

So yes! Cory did start out as this very simple, unfocused design

He started out as this kind of meek, tired, RBF inside and out lad, without a story in mind

And despite how common they are nowadays, when I was making characters in 2015 and they didn’t have a story? They generally went up for sale

But he stuck pretty quickly! Despite still not having a story, he’s a mainstay who I love very much

In no small part due to how unabashedly he speaks hehe

He’s not completely shameless though haha

Being one of my very few 4th Wall OCs, Cory has a lot of opinions on contemporary media; he assigned himself to Slytherin house, and has his own taste in characters as well

He also likes LoTR even though I’m not the biggest fan haha

A lot of early doodles were trying to figure out how his design worked within itself haha

But it was also a matter of trying to find his niche as a character, something I hadn’t done before

And a good portion of that ended up being ‘’Character rating’’

He had a hidden well of love for other character designs that was, up until this point, completely untapped

But that also meant telling him no

A lot

And he was a brat about it. But he could be made to see reason, sometimes

And here’s where I named him ❤️ I was watching Hunger Games at the time, I remember because of who I named him after hehe

Once he was named, I gave him a pet. A little ferret that he named

Baroness Ameya Marina Sparkleboots (Ameya for short)

And Marina because I was listening to a lot of Marina and the Diamonds at the time and he happily adopted that part of me heh

He became highly opinionated at this point, very much like a teenager haha

"Do you have ears" still makes me laugh

I’m pretty sure my only notes for these are “Heartbreaker is in his Top 25, and the first time he saw the music video he fell over”

I did start thinking about Cory’s bigger picture around this time, and introduced him to some (adopted) friends and a basic backstory!

Cory was suddenly going to college and making friends. Still not dating, which suits him well honestly, but unabashedly loving and supporting his friends

And having impromptu makeover sessions (offscreen) that his friends just......really appreciated (Also not seen is Ra’ chasing Cory across campus for revenge lol)

After a several month hiatus of drawing Gravity Falls and a second wind of Invader ZiM, he was a little cross with me lol

But to be fair he looked better than ever! With all that Bill Cypher practice....owo;

Thus ended 2015 for Cory! First year of existence down! Into 2016

Being neck-deep into Undertale and embracing stylism to the nth degree, Cory was but a victim of artistic interpretation lol

I had also acquired my first - very shitty - white pen at the time, so he fell victim to that as well

And I promptly forgot how to draw him haha

Despite that, he hadn’t changed at heart - he was still there to give an outpouring of love to other OCs (in this case Bar, who was going through a rough time)

Luckily I remembered quickly enough what he looked like

So he was able to greet Tiny!Bar with a proper face

He also very pointedly reestablished himself as one of my main OCs at that moment, decided to stick around to see how things panned out

Quippy as ever of course, and this is where the eyebrow really solidified in design as well - it had bounced back and forth between bent and not, but it stuck for good here

And of course he was back to giving a lot of love to my other characters, and me back to telling him no

He was focused on Tiny!Bar for quite a while. To be fair, I was focused on regular Bar for quite a while too

Back to main form and looking better than ever

And bringing old friends along! (And yes, you can see his full name up there lol)

How unfair is it that Ra’ started dating before Cory? Honestly not very

Considering Cory loves her too. Enter Presca!

They’re good friends

College life sneaks up on you fast

Cory received fanart and because he can see the 4th Wall, he was able to look at it. He was very impressed

Ask and ye shall receive

More about the 4th Wall - unlike other Comfort Characters, Cory was tapped directly into my emotions, drawing style, intentions, all the rest, and if I happened to be drawing him while I was having a bad day, he’d reflect that. And it’s not comfortable for him lol, since he feels it, there being no barrier

So he tries his best to help and fix emotional problems with affirmation. What a sweet lad

If you notice, this is the same outfit as what he was modeling during the Marina and the Diamonds high - his only other main outfit, not counting the coat

Still riding that hype train lol

And still checking in to keep things lighter

Unfortunately his methods tended to towards too blunt, so I had to yet again tell him no

So he reprimanded me and I ended taking his advice a few months later hehe

He was gifted a new outfit and loved it from the get-go. I oughta draw him in it again since it’s so cute

He’s the only one allowed to call me out on style problems since he’s the only one aware they’re even happening lol

At least he ended up being happy hehe

A new OC was made around this time and I toyed around with idea of a backstory for Cory again - even until now, he still didn’t really have a concrete story

Buuuuuuuut I decided against it because it was too edgy lol

He was quickly back to appreciating my other characters instead

And back to being a model! He doesn’t like to show off very much leg heh

Knee high stockings seemed to make things better

A very tiny little Cory, not actually mad at his new classmate who’s memeing at him. Mona is another adopted cyclops who looks up to Cory and calls him Sempai because they know it’ll annoy him lol

And that’s the end of 2016! Wow! We’re almost done, I promise

It had surely been a clip since I’d drawn him yet again, so he has to roast me for the first drawing of him in a while! He is rude lol

Still though, he’s happy since I finally designed that minotaur I had offered back in 2015 lol

And that’s all of 2017! 2017 was a very digitally-focused year and I was going through a lot behind the scenes owo;

First thing into 2018 and he’s already giving me mood-stabilizing advice again haha. He was right though /u\

This one barely counts as Cory haha! I knew what he looked like while I was drawing this one, I just ended up liking the eye and wanted to draw my best Cyclops boy hehe

This was very soon after I decided to leave my main fandom where I’d had a lot of characters - some of which he’d grown attached to. Of course that’s what he’d be interested in haha

More roasting lol, I was trying to draw a comparison of a new design I was working on

I’m the text in the “boxes” - I was working on angels at the time. You’ve got to remember, it’s been like three years by this point, it’s an in-joke and not just a highly referenced and overplayed joke lol

And that brings us up to 2019! Only a few doodles so far this year, but they’re all cute hehe

He’s always called me mom, although he did check in with that this time haha

He still even acts like a child hehe

And finally up to his birthday! Happy birthday lad, I’ve loved drawing you all these years 💕

#Doodles #My OCs #Cory #OOF #Wowie that was very long #Oh also #Blood #It's quite a ways down but just be careful mm?#If you read all that four for you lol #I love my lad so I enjoyed writing it all /u\#Hasn't he blossomed beautifully #Ahh #He's always been a self-made lad #I can nudge him in certain directions but he's happiest just being himself #He's really cool hehe #I'm glad I have a comfort character like him #Also can I just say that's it's super hecking weird that he's only like 4 months older than Bar and not years #Because that's so fucking weird lol I was so much better at art by the time Bar came around #I'd gone through two whole fandoms I'm pretty sure at least

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