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A WILD STREAM APPEARED!!

Hana: Heyyyy, I'm gonna be doing a short stream today! It's page three of the prologue.

Join right now! Everyone is welcome ==> [FUN]

#resilience saga #Zayg is Zim #art stream #page three #webcomics

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It was a originally drawing of an inside joke with Pixelw0lf but then it turned into this

Oc’s belong to Hecallsmehischild & Pixelw0lf

#zayg #izel

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A WILD STREAM APPEARED

Hana: Heeeeeeeeeeyo peeps!! Hana here and I feel like I should do a stream for this blog to be more *throws sparkles everywhere* ACTIVE. 

Requests are welcomed

Click ===> [FUN]

#art stream #picarto #Invader Zim #resilience saga #HeCallsMeHisChild #kazehana23

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Zayg sketches!!!

Sketch trade with kazehana23! Characters are from the Resilience Comic universe.   

#zayg #resilience saga

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Hana: Oh man that took me three days--- Well here, have a Zayg wondering the dark forest!! But whose that behind him? A Fairy?

#Zayg is Zim #Zayg #the resilience saga #art #kazehana23 #pixelw0lf

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Resilience Saga Playlist to date

Unstable - Chaotica

Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park

What I've Done - Linkin Park

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

When I Grow Up - Mayday Parade

The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel

Galaxies - Owl City

Alligator Sky - Owl City

The Antidote - Story of the Year

Is It Any Wonder? - Keane

Be My Escape - Reliant K

The Tide Began to Rise - Demon Hunter

Breakdown - Random Hero

Confession (What's Inside My Head) - Red

I Dreamed A Dream - Anne Hathaway

Safe & Sound (Hunger Games) - Taylor Swift

Culling of the Fold - The Decemberists

Fighter - Manafest

Some Nights - Radio Hits

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Demons - Imagine Dragons

Monster - Imagine Dragons

Fire Fire - Flyleaf

Call You Out - Flyleaf

There For You - Flyleaf

Perfect - Flyleaf

Drumming song (MTV unplugged version) - Florence + The Machine

Lonely Lullaby - Owl City

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Scaretale - Nightwish

Move Along - The All-American Rejects

Eat Randy - Julian Smith

Refuge from the Wreckage - It's Alive

Changing Colors - It's Alive

Metamorphosis - Blue Stahli

False Pretense - The Red Jumpsuit

Open Your Eyes - Downstait

One Desire - Collin McLoughlin

Fate - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Run - Snow Patrol

Make Your Own Kind of Music - Mama Cass

Monster (Alternate radio version) - Skillet

Monster - Meg & Dia

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

Hold Me Now - Red

Skyscraper - Demi Lovato

My Way - Frank Sinatra

Superheroes - The Script

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Hana: Aaaaaaand here's page 2!

#resilence saga #Zayg is Zim #HeCallsMeHisChild #kazehana23

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So, reblogging page one tonight. Why? because tomorrow, page 2 goes up. And this is AFTER working with the laptop and the program for quite awhile, I gotta tell you, page 2 looks AMAZING. Hana is fantastic. --Child

Page one of the prologue is here! It’ll rarely be in color so enjoy this for now :3

#resilience saga #comic #new comic #sci fi #sci fi comic

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I think you are an amazing writer, love all your stories!

#chili2

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Zim’s memories of training, please.

SET DIRECTLY AFTER THIS PROMPT (also sorry this took so long!)

            There is no night in space. There is only darkness, interspersed by the light of whatever stars and asteroids happen to be zipping by. But that doesn’t change a planet-born’s need to sleep, and the occupants of Zim’s space vessel bedded down for a short sleep cycle. He had a full 24 hours to be in space before returning, and he would wring every spare second he could out of it.

            But a few hours into the sleep cycle, not everyone was sleeping soundly. Zim had set them on a fairly asteroid free course and locked in a rudimentary autopilot he’d programmed. Zim’s family lay scattered around in warm sleeping sacks on the ground, and Dib was fetched up against a wall, mouth open, a trickle of drool trailing down his chin.

            Zim sat in the pilot’s seat, a blanket wrapped around his form. He had been still as death for the first couple of hours, but now he was stirring. It began with a few whimpers, before escalating to twitches and groans.

            The groans drew the attention of the lightest sleeper in the room, who pulled herself up on one elbow to watch as Zim began to twist about in his chair, sinking his teeth into his blanket and grunting. Mikko stood quietly, but hesitated.

            At one point, Zim had warned her to never try to wake him in the middle of a nightmare alone. “I could kill you, smeet, and I wouldn’t even realize it until it was too late. Promise me you’ll never wake me alone again.”

            She picked her way between her family members and crouched by Dib, shaking him hard. His head wobbled, and his eyes flew open. “Wha…?” She put a finger to his lips, then turned, pointing at Zim.

            Dib blinked, slowly assessing the situation. Grimly, he stood to his feet, walking over to Zim. As he walked, he began talking lowly. “Hey Spaceboy, I’m gonna show the world you’re an alien. I’m gonna take you in to the Eyeball and they’re gonna put you in a little cage.”

            Mikko grabbed his arm, a horrified expression on her face. Dib pulled free. “He needs to hear something familiar right now. Something that will anchor him back. A couple years is nothing to him, the most recent stable familiar thing I’ve got for him is threats, so calm down. Bug-boy, your disguise is slipping! They all see your eyes, is that an antennae? He’s an alien, an alien I tell you!”

            Zim’s groaning softened, calming some as he stilled. His breathing was still erratic, but he seemed to be struggling less. Dib glanced at Mikko. “Keep calm, ok? I’ve dealt with him a lot.” Reaching forward, he put a hand on Zim’s shoulder and yanked him out of his seat, landing a weak blow to his face. “Get up and fight you jerk!”

            Zim’s eyes flew open, and he lunged forward, pinning Dib to the ground, hauling back a fist and slamming it across the boy’s face as hard as he could. “I’ll wreck your planet until there isn’t a single growable grain of dirt on the whole ball of filth you pathetic sack… of…” He blinked, shaking his head. “Dib? What are you…”

            Dib rubbed his jaw gingerly. “Waking you up, jerk. You were having a nightmare.”

            “That’s dangerous, idiot.” Zim pulled back, jerking Dib to his feet.

            “Yeah, I know. I prepped your head a bit, so you were fighting an earth-child and not a vicious beast or some Irken guard.”

            “Well… that was… shockingly intelligent of you.” Zim admitted reluctantly. He glanced aside, catching sight of Mikko.

            “She woke me.” Dib rotated his jaw. “She was worried.”

            Mikko reached forward, taking Zim’s hand carefully, searching his face.

            “I’m fine, smeet.” He mumbled awkwardly. “I’ll just stay up, I can sleep when we get back.”

            She pursed her lips, sitting in the co-pilots seat.

            “Smeet, you don’t have to. Go on back to sleep.”

            She shook her head.

            “You know, Zim,” Dib settled on the ground between the pilot and co-pilot seat. “I know I hacked you before—” He raised his hands defensively against the glare. “And I was wrong… but it’s about the nightmare stuff, yeah? And I guess… we’re on better terms now, right? For the most part. And I wanted to ask you… properly… what happened to you.”

            Zim’s eyes flicked to Mikko. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

            “Hey, idiot.” Zim returned his glare to Dib. “She’s your sister, right? She’s worried about you. It might help her help you to know some of this stuff. Or help her worry less even.”

            Zim looked over to Mikko, who nodded solemnly. Slowly, he sank into the pilot’s seat, pulling his knees up to his chest.

            “I was born too small.” He said shortly. “My only chance was to battle another Irken smeet and prove my right to live. So mere minutes after being hatched from a tube and implanted with a PAK, I had to kill another smeet. But I earned my right to live.”

            “I was immediately enrolled in Invader Training due to my near-instant kill. From there on, we were tested several times a day. I say tested, but…” He took a breath. “Really they just tried to kill us over and over to see who was tough enough to survive, while training us in weaponry and tactics in between. They flooded the barracks with water to see who would get out.”

            “But water burns—”

            “Yes, Dib. That was the point. A third of the class died that day, and the rest of us cleaned up their corpses.” He glanced at Mikko. “Still want to hear more?”

            Mikko reached out, taking his hand again. He sighed. “You make no sense… there was this smeet named Grup. We took care of each other. He alerted me often to danger in advance, and I would cover for him in training. He didn’t have the right temperament for training, he wasn’t willing to do ‘anything’ in order to survive. But I made a mistake, and took him as a friend early on.” He dropped his eyes down. “Understand, I say it was a mistake, because in my world, you do not make friends and survive. I took the fall for his mistakes, and learned every level of punishment there was to be had in training. They beat me. They stuck me in death traps in the middle of deserts. Denied me rations. Deprived me of sleep for two weeks. Had me walk through a room full of acid vapors until I passed out from holding my breath. Hardly any skin left after that one. They’d fix me up in the medbay afterward. The point was the pain.”

            “One day Grup wouldn’t shoot a recruit he’d been ordered to shoot. So they shot him. I lost it, I attacked a trainer. You don’t EVER attack a trainer. They put me in with a morflar.”

            “That’s what Gaz is, right?” Dib was still adjusting to the idea that his sister wasn’t human.

            “Gaz is my species worst nightmare.” He let go of Mikko, clutching his own arms convulsively. “They are natural predators, and they make sport of it. The more we fear them, the better we taste to them. So they drive us mad with terror, and THEN they consume us. Their digestive systems take a very long time, and with our PAKs constantly trying to rebuild our bodies, it takes years to die. It’s the most horrible death we can conceive of.” He lifted his eyes. “And they put me in a room with one of them.”

            Dib looked grim. He’d seem some of this when he’d hacked Zim’s PAK, but at parts he’d had to leave the room to vomit. This sounded like a scene he’d missed. “What… happened? I mean, you’re still here.”

            “It was restrained. If I moved from my place, it could reach me. It toyed with my mind, in the pitch dark, for hours. It told me I was…”

            So delectable, your scent is intoxicating little Irken.

            “I…”

            It’s been hours, little Irken, do you think they will really let you out? I smell the madness rising up in you, ohhhhh delicious little Irken. Come to me, I am starving. You will make me a feast to last decades.

            “I…. I am… I am Zim…”

            “Zim!” He jerked out of his memories, eyes wide. Mikko had him by the shoulders, and was staring into his face.

            He swallowed. “You… said something.”

            Mikko wrapped her arms around him tightly. He buried his face in her shoulder, taking a long, slow breath.

            “How long did all of this go on?” Dib asked, his voice quiet.

            “The first 50 years of my life.” Zim’s voice was also low. “I graduated top of my class, and completely cracked. I managed to land a scientific job while waiting to be deployed, but ran afoul of Red. They put me in Operation Impending Doom 1, but I wiped out quite a bit of my own planet. Then they sent me off to be a food service drone, but I quit when the announced Impending Doom 2, and well, they sent me here. To get rid of me, but I thought it was a mission.” He buried his face harder in Mikko’s shoulder. “I really… really thought…”

            “Their loss.” Dib’s voice was curt, and Zim peeked up over Mikko’s shoulder. “If they’re too stupid to see what they’ve got, it’s Earth’s gain.” Dib leaned back, arms crossed.

            “What… what exactly is it they’re too stupid to see?” Zim’s question shocked Dib in it’s sincerity.

            “You really don’t know, Zim?” He stared at the alien. “Come on, don’t make me compliment you, it’s not in my nature.”

            Mikko threw a glare over her shoulder, and Dib sighed.

            “Zim, you’re…. I’m going to gag on this… you’re brilliant. If you didn’t show up cracked, you’d have taken Earth over in a heartbeat. I’m LUCKY you were cracked, or you probably would have just killed me as soon as you had the chance. As it was, I’m guessing I’m the only one who actually treated you like you were a legit threat, someone to be feared, and you kept me around cause you needed that. Not consciously, of course. Sound about right?”

            Zim’s eyes widened as gears turned in his mind, clicking into place. He nodded slowly.

            “I’m a smart kid Zim, but I’m still a kid. There’s a million times you could have really killed me if you wanted to. But I’m still here. I never really understood why. I kind of do now.”

            Zim nodded again. He glanced at Dib. “For what it’s worth… I’m glad I kept you around. You’re useful sometimes, when you’re not being stupid and smelly.”

            Dib raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as the highest form of praise I’ll be getting from you in my life. You gonna go back to sleep?”

            Zim shook his head. “I will continue the nightmare as I sleep again.” He sighed. “Recent events have been… unkind. It will be most nights for awhile. It will be better to be in my room where I can close the door and silence myself and not wake anyone.”

            Mikko glanced at Dib, who nodded. “Well then, we’ll keep you company Spaceboy. But I want to hear some of your stories about other planets you’ve been on. What’s this about an entire planet that’s a foodcourt?”

#resilience saga #writing prompt #Anonymous

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Hana: A quick Zayg doodle while I finish up page two

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Happy christmas y'all!

Seriously though, same back to you and all followers! =)

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I frequently visit your other site so maybe I'll start talking about random stuff there. Maybe I'll wait until the beautiful disaster currently known as "The Talk" subsides though...

PFFFFFFFFFFFT It looks like it's subsided I haven't gotten more about it since answering what I got earlier today, XD Please do come talk, my gosh that was beautiful. *rolls around laughing* --Child

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Glad to hear that you're taking care of your personal life. From my own experience I know how stressful life can get. I tend to get depressed when people expect a lot from me and I feel overloaded.

I've had to learn to take care of myself the hard way, yeah. Sometimes that means telling people "Later" or "no" or "I'm sorry, I know I said I could, but..." if necessary. I can do this, I'm just slammed at the moment. Holidays especially busy. I've got time to chat, but not to write the prompts, lol. I know you're a different anon, but just fyi I'm open to chatting if you want on my personal Tumblr too. --Child

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If that one anon doesn't reply to which prompt they would rather see be done you should just choose one that you really want to write.

They responded, don't worry, I'm just swamped and the anon is kindly giving me time to handle my other stuff, I may not be able to respond for awhile for the prompt but it will get done. =)

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Hey Anon, I want to apologize so much, but I overcommitted on things I gotta do, and I think I can only do one of those prompts... could you pick one and I'll write it up? I'm so sorry. >_> --Child

Zim's memories of training

Morflar flashback

Zim's thoughts on outliving his family

On Zim and ALREADY being much older than all his family.

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i like that you're going to take this story and make it an original version--i've done that myself (though not publishing it; it's just for me and my girlfriend who write it) and it's tons of fun, so best of luck to you and though i can't donate because no money, i'll be watching. but the invader zim version is also highly enjoyable and so is this blog. is there any chance you can keep this version open and open a different blog for the original version of resilience saga? (1/2)

(2/2) i really enjoy this version of zim and all of his friends and family—probably one of the best zim series i’ve ever read. i sorta want to role play with them-I remember you mentioned you RP once-but in the event that’s impossible, and i’d understand, I just want to see this blog continue. of course i understand if that’s impossible too because your blog, your life, your rules. i apologize for anon; i’m just really shy. if you’re interested in the RP, i’ll come off anon.

Thanks for even watching! We’ll keep everyone updated when it comes out. Unfortunately I will not be keeping the Zim version open. I’m still taking prompts and asks up until the time we launch the original comic on Inkblazers, which we’ll announce here on the blog. I won’t get rid of old Zim content (unless we get in hot water for it) but will start posting only original content.

Also, about RP, very sorry Anon but I’ve had to quit RP about 5 times… and what I mean by that is, I’m an addict regarding RP. It becomes very all-consuming, and extremely unhealthy (in ME, not judging anyone else cause RP is quite fun and a great tool for expanding writing ability). So very sorry, won’t be able to RP. But don’t be shy, please. I have a personal Tumblr, and so does Hana. Come say hi, I promise we don’t bite. I’m not always the most upbeat person in the world, it changes, and I’m also super forgetful, but I love hearing from readers. --Child

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