#I posted the original earlier but here's a Joke Only version clean for the tags lmaoo

[captainofthetidesbreath]

Chetney taking a ninth level in Blood Hunter and gaining Grim Psychometry IMMEDIATELY after visiting one of the most haunted places in Wildemount is pretty much "Molaesmyr is so fucked up that going there cursed me with the ability to detect bad vibes and tragic backstory."

#I made this joke in April in Discord so I'm gonna make it again here lmao. #I posted the original earlier but here's a Joke Only version clean for the tags lmaoo #Chetney Pock O'Pea #Critical Role #CR spoilers #Critical Role things

[angel-inked]

Silenced Fire (lawless)

Chapters: 2 "Flower petals" & 4 "Picking fights"

You remember my WIP from last Wednesday? Well, I've extended upon that original version

Silenced Fire is not published on my wattpad yet since I'm trying to finish another story first, but I was kinda proud of these two chapters

Hence why I'm posting them here. so without further ado, please enjoy my WIP Wednesday

Taglist: @thequeenofthewinter @thursday-september-twelfuhthuh (if you want to be tagged send me an ask)

Chapter 2: Flower petals

The next morning, Forrest awoke in his bed, not sure how he got there. "I'll bet Howard had something to do with this" he thought, rubbing his temples. One thing he knows for certain is he got drunk off his ass last night, mainly because his headache isn't going to let him forget that fact anytime soon. Forrest could always hold his liquor better than his two brothers, this was also not a common occurrence, Forrest was usually the most sober one of the bunch, getting drunk off you're ass was always Howard's job. Forrest stood and started to make his way downstairs.

"Mornin' Forrest" Jack exclaimed, as he wiped down a table. "Guessin' you had something to do with me wakin' up in my room" Forrest explained, gesturing to his big brother. "Yep" Howard nodded. Forrest propped himself on a barstool and rested his arm on the bar counter behind him, noting in his head that it wasn't sticky, must've already been cleaned, that's... unusual. "Forrest" Howard started, taking the stool next to his brother "what's wrong?" He asked. Forrest looked towards the front screen door, staring off into the distance "I don't think you want to know" he explained. Howard and Jack shared a worry filled look, "come on, Forrest. Right now, you're like a flower and someone done gone and plucked all you're pretty petals off" Howard said, slapping Forrest on the shoulder. Jack nodded vigorously "a flower we've both agreed we'd like to see back in bloom" he explained, fidgeting with the brim of his hat. Forrest looked between the two for a moment "who are you and what have you done with my brothers?" Forrest questioned, trying to hide his smirk. "Oh, I heard they were being held hostage at the police station" Jack joked, gesturing with his hands. Forrest lost his composer and joined Howard in a hreaty chuckle "Alright Alright, you broke me" Forrest exclaimed, in between laughs. "Then tell us what's wrong" Howard demanded.

"Fine, only if you answer me first" Forrest explained, there was a catch, of course there had to be a catch. Howard and Jack nodded, they were used to this sort of thing with Forrest. "What's gotten into you two? You're cleaning up the place, you're trying to be all poetic, you're not just sat around drinking. What changed?" Forrest asked. "You did" Howard answered simply. "Excuse me?" Forrest exclaimed. "You heard me. We've been worried about you, ever since yesterday when those two guys showed up, you just ain't actin' like yourself" The eldest Bondurant explained. Forrest stared off out the front door again for a moment before clearing his throat "Alright, bare with me here, cause I'm still tryin' to piece this all together. But those two guys were very familiar to me, I can't put a name to'em but I know I've seen'em before" Forrest explained, Jack and Howard nodded in understanding. Forrest looked away from his brothers for a moment, pulling his hat off and rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index. Howard patted Forrest' shoulder, snaking his arm around his younger brother. Forrest exhaled sharply, his face didn't show much but his eyes told a different story

"This is.. this is hard for me to say" he admitted, "but for some reason, the thought that came to me, was that those guys were there the night I got-" he cut himself off after his voice cracked, knowing if he continued, the tears that welled up in his eyes earlier would become impossible to hold back. He sniffled a little, as Howard pulled him close "I know, look anything wants to touch you it has to get through me first" Howard said, this isn't something he's done for Forrest since they were kids but no matter what, to Howard, Forrest will always be his little brother and Howard was going to keep the promise he made to protect him and Jack all those years ago, when the spanish flu ransacked they're family

Howard could remember it like it was yesterday, how sick Forrest had been, thinking that if the flu didn't kill his brother the starvation would but one day he had got up to check on Forrest, Howard found his bed empty and eventually found Forrest outside doing chores "somebody's gotta do it" a young Forrest had explained, when Howard asked why he was fixing the hog fence. Right now, Howard was thinking back to the night some so-called men traumatized his brother and he held him, not unlike how he was holding him now, Howard swore to Forrest that night that they would kill the bastard and when Howard Bondurant made a promise he kept it

"We still need to find those guys" Jack said, bringing the eldest brother out of his thoughts. Even the baby of the family, who was bearly a month old when Forrest had been changed into the seemingly cold imposing figure he is today, wanted to hunt down this group like a blood hound but right now what Jack and Howard needed to do was take care of their brother, like he did for them for so many years "can you look at me?" Jack asked, setting on the other side of Forrest. As he repositioned himself, Forrest wiped his eyes with his sleeve and turned to Jack nodding. "You're safe. With us here, especially Howard, you're safe" Jack said, trying to comfort his kin. "He is right, ya know? I'm liable to slap somebody so hard that they'll starve to death before they stop sliding" Howard mused. Forrest scoffed, a faint smirk appearing on his face "I know you are" he said, a rare smile had found it's way on to his face. Forrest reached for something behind Howard, before realizing what he had picked up an orange flame appeared near Forrest' face. White cigar smoke fogged the space between the brothers as Forrest parted his lips "oh, that's a nice one" he mumbled, placing his smoke back between his lips. "Now, that's the Forrest I know" Howard coughed, fanning his brother's smoke out of his face with his hand. Forrest shook his head in amusement at Howard's actions and the brothers spent the rest of the time they had before opening, sat in comfortable silence at the bar.

Chapter 4: Picking fights

"Ugh" Forrest grunted, fitting the four brown paper bags in the passenger seat of the brothers shared truck. He was in town, getting groceries, making shine deliveries, a Bondurant's usual errands. "Well well, look what we have here" a man snickered, Forrest turned to where the voice came from, great, the guys that Howard beat up the other day. The bald headed one of the two spoke with a New York style accent "you ain't got you're brothers 'ere to protect you this time do you" He seerned.  "I don't need protectin'" Forrest lied, he would always need Howard, no matter how useless he could be. His brothers are the only family he has left after all, Forrest was brought out of his thoughts when the man with a mustache, now sporting a bowler hat, took a swing at him. Forrest reeled back to avoid the punch, "if that's how you want to handle this" Forrest growled, retrieving his brass knuckles from his sweater pocket. Forrest' fist connected with the New Yorkers head, dropping him instantly. He sparred with the other, before the man flipped him around and started gripping his neck. "You better calm down before I choke you out" the man exclaimed, Forrest didn't listen, he couldn't quit.

Suddenly, bang!

The hatted man's arms went limp, falling off Forrest' back. Forrest glanced down at the damage done to the pair, a bullet wound was now decorating the mustached man's head in place of his bowler hat. Forrest looked up to see a woman, lowering her pistol. The woman was dressed in a red and light pink floral patterned dress with small white heels, her hair red and her eyes sea blue-green in color. "Are you Forrest bondurant?" She asked, placing her gun in her small white handbag. "Um.." Forrest murmured, not sure how to respond, this woman just shot a man and somehow knew his name. Well, actually the name thing wasn't all that surprising as the Bondurant boys had quite the reputation. "Maggie Beaufort" she introduced herself, holding her hand out to Forrest. He took a step forward, shaking her out stretched hand. "My sister Rose and I heard you boys were looking for help running the station, thought I'd put in a good word for her" Maggie explained. "If she's anywhere near as feisty as you, tell she's more than welcome to come by" Forrest replied. The woman nodded, walking away.

Leaving Forrest in an almost shell shocked state, for lack of a better term, Forrest tried to shake off his paranoia but that was easier said than done. As he climbed into the driver's side of the truck, he noted pain and a stiff feeling in his right elbow, "must've twisted somethin'" he thought. His brothers were going to love this one, Forrest grumbled to himself, figuring he was going to be teased relentlessly for this, being saved by a girl, especially a pretty one at that. Oh well, nothing he could do about it now. As he pulled up to the station he could already hear it, the sound of Howard's deep laugh and Jack's breathless cackles.

A bloody Forrest Bondurant silently sauntered through the creaky front door of the gas station. Looking around, he was perplexed. Had his irresponsible brothers actually cleaned up well he was gone? He ran his hand across a table "not sticky.." he pondered, Forrest checked the bar in the same manner "not sticky either" he thought, almost impressed but he wasn't going to tell Howard and Jack that, what kind of brother would he be if he did?

Chatter suddenly arose from one of rooms in the back, Howard was the first to emerge "and that's what you get" he spat playfully, wiping soap suds from his hat. Howard's smile vanished as soon as he laid eyes on his brother's beaten body. "Forrest!" Howard exclaimed, rushing out from behind the bar. "Howard, what are shoutin' for?" Jack called, as he entered the room, drying his hands on a towel, the front of his shirt and jeans were soaked through. Jack stopped dead in his tracks, observing Forrest, eyeing him up and down. This made Forrest uncomfortable, like he was some kind of statue in one of those bougie art galleries he had heard talk of when the brothers made their last trip beyond the hills of their little backwater. Forrest cleared his throat, turning back to Howard. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't force his voice out, so he just closed it again. Damn those men, Forrest now wanted to blow enough holes into them, you could see daylight through the other side

"You don't have to say nothin', just show me where you're injured" Howard explained. Forrest nodded, rubbing his right elbow, wiping blood from a scrap at the corner of his eye on the same side, he turned his head so Howard could see the cut that landed just below his hairline on his left. "Jack, go get some liquid pain killer" Howard ordered, not moving his eyes off of Forrest. Jack nodded and disappeared back where he had come from, Howard started unbuttoning his little brother's cardigan "can't have you're favorite sweater all stained up with the blood of you're enemies now can we?" Howard smirked, pulling the article of clothing off Forrest' shoulders and gently leading Forrest by the wrist to an empty barstool. Howard disappeared through the same doorway Jack had vanished through

Jack was the first to reappear, a mason jar in hand. Howard wasn't too far behind, walking in with a bowl of water, some cloths and first aid to dab and bandage any cuts or scratches his brother had. Jack removed the lid and handed the jar to Forrest, before taking the barstool next to him. Howard sat his supplies down and started cleaning the cut on Forrest' head. "Did you two have a fight in the bath or somethin'" Forrest mumbled, finally finding his voice, all with an amused look on his face. "No, the kitchen sink actually" Jack chuckled, "well, he started it" Howard cut in, pointing at Jack. Forrest smiled and shook his head "I don't much care to know who started what" he explained.

"How'd you boys feel 'bout having another pair of hands around here?" Forrest blurted suddenly. Jack and Howard stared at each other for a long while, before ether of them could answer, the door creaked open. There in the doorway, stood a woman, clad in a deep blue and white spotted dress, her black heels clicked against the wood floor as she approached the brothers. A ruby red hair clip held her dark brown strands out of her sparkling blue eyes. A bluey-gray pit bull followed closely behind her. The dog walked up to Forrest, licking his hands and whining. A small lopsided smile appeared on his face, as Forrest stroked the beautiful creatures head. "I'm looking to speak with Forrest Bondurant" she announced, grasping her wrist with her other hand and rocking back and forth on her feet. "Uh, well, just let me finish up here and then you can speak to him" Howard explained awkwardly over his shoulder, "I hope ya know what you're doin'" he whispered, turning back to Forrest. Forrest assumed this had to be Rose Beaufort, word really travels fast in a small town.

#forrest bondurant #lawless #tom hardy #long post #wip wednesday #wip wip wip #hope you enjoy #fluff

[shadowofthelamp]

Year in Review: Writing

So, I can’t do the ‘year in review’ for art because... yeah, I didn’t really draw that much this year. So I decided to trawl through my writing tag for one favorite piece per month, and a pulled few paragraphs from each! Basically everything here is Zim except for the one tendershipping week thing, lmao, oops.

Some months had slim pickings but I still do like every one of these and it was a nice reflection.

January: Arrival

Her skin was tinted a sickly green, more like decomposing flesh than irken or human. Dib swallowed, but her breathing seemed to be even when he placed a hand to her kind of chubby chest, so that was probably just how their skin colors mixed, right? Besides, the lighting in the lab was always weird. Her mouth was gummy with no teeth yet, but her vocal cords were functioning perfectly. He was going to need hearing aids by his twenties, between her and Zim.

She had four fingers and three toes, which he kind of expected, as well as a nose but no ears. That made sense, if she had antennae, but it was still strange to run his fingers along the sides of her head and just feel smooth skin.

Her eyes… they were Zim’s through and through, deep ruby with the color filling the sclera. Did irkens even have sclera if they only had one color? Under the lab’s lights and mixed with the way everything on her slightly shimmered from the sticky goo she'd been coated in, she was like a section of space stolen into the little room and it took his breath away. The water blurring his vision didn’t help as he wiped it away with his sleeve, shifting her to one arm. She was so small...

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February: WLOD Dib meets Twix, alt version

It’s fascinating, to see what could have gone right. The 1001 here had gangly, underdeveloped limbs, and wispy hair that never quite got clean from the showers. This version wasn’t fat or anything, but definitely had more meat on its bones.

He examined the goggles- peering through them, they altered its vision because they made the lab beyond the ‘glass’ blurry. Curious, very curious. He was about to pop the lens out when it began to stir, tugging at the metal restraints with a clatter.

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March: Zibvoid

He talked to himself.

He talked to himself.

He talked to Zim, who hadn’t said a word since he’d died, but maybe he was just giving him the silent treatment.

Round and round, the generator buzzed like a bee and a hospital and a bug zapper that would draw in prey like flies to a web, except he was the spider now and the Zims were the moths.

Dib. Dib Dib Dib Dib Zim Dibdibdibdibzimdibdibzimdib. The names popped off his tongue as he rolled them both in his mouth, over and over until they didn’t seem like names at all anymore.

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April: Sturdy Branches (I know the date’s different on ao3 but it was first posted April)

Her dad is either singing or talking to himself as he vacuumed inside the house with a sway in his hips. At least you’re pretty sure it’s her dad? You haven’t seen a picture of him or anything, but he’s about the same age as your dad, so he’s too old to be a brother and too young to be a grandpa, and she hasn’t mentioned any uncles. A babysitter, maybe, but that doesn’t really make sense since Tulip isn’t home yet- ah!

She’s talking to someone as she turns the corner, bouncing her backpack. It’s lilac and circular, as well as covered in buttons. The Ranger helmet is in her backpack or still in her locker, but either way, she’s not wearing it anymore. She’s got the boots on, though. You adjust the binoculars a bit, but you aren’t good enough at lip-reading yet to tell what she’s saying. Whatever it is, it’s making the girl she’s talking to laugh. Maybe she’ll tell you tomorrow in class or at lunch if you pull her to sit at your table again. She has more friends at the middle table, but they don’t like sitting next to you after the beetle incident, and she doesn’t seem to mind. She always has a big smile when you start talking, and she’d say something if she didn’t like you, right? Pretty much everybody else does.

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May: Do Something For You (TD spoilers!)

Dib had never really thought ahead to having a family, but she was pretty much everything she’d want in one. She was an assistant and a partner, she was invested in the paranormal, she hated Zim- but on the other hand, she didn’t want him hurt? She seemed weirdly invested in making sure he didn’t get caught, actually. Eh, she’d hit him pretty hard, so it wasn’t like she was opposed to him getting his rightful dues for being an evil space monster.

It was relatively simple- she was just worried if he died then her timeline would be destabilized, which was a decent enough concern. Zim had to be important to his life for years to come, in one way or another. But whatever they were dealing with in the future, it had to be better with Zim out of the way earlier, right?

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June: Unnamed capture au drabble

“Why do you even give me these stupid scripts if you don’t like me doing them?” Dib folded his arms, kneading the ball in his palm. “Just get a robot or something.” He snorted. “I mean, it’d probably break, like half the stuff you touch.”

Zim’s hands curled into fists. “Take that back, you- you- worm!”

Dib quirked an eyebrow. “What, touched a nerve? When I was a kid, half the stuff you made broke, it’s just a fact. You only conquered Earth because this place is a trash heap and your garbage is slightly better than ours.” Over a year in Zim’s presence without too many galling injuries and a lifetime of not being able to keep his mouth shut made him bold. “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re probably broken yoursel-” He was cut off with a Pak leg aimed directly at his throat, prodding in just deep enough to draw a drop of blood down the alien metal.

Zim’s eyes were narrowed, but something was watering on the edges, and Dib swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing just below the leg’s tip.

“Zim. Is. Not. Broken.”

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July: Laughter

Ryou couldn't stand the lights on one minute and then hated having them off the next. The shadows bled from the way the light reflected off the couch, how it seemed to devour the wall behind it, and he swore he could still hear the voice in his mind. (Was that himself? Had he started thinking of himself as a separate voice? It had been ages since he'd really been alone, even though anyone outside him would have wondered about the boy who talked to his reflection like it was an old friend.)

He wished he could talk to Ryou. Ryou who had seemed so pliable as a child but had proved entertaining, a match for the fire, (heh, fire, even though it wasn't that funny, in fact, it wasn't funny at all, but what did he have but jokes? it wasn't like he could cry anymore) who carved out rules for use of the body with gritted teeth and tugged at the rope of the Ring so hard it had chafed his neck. He'd respected him. From a soft child, he'd hardened and grown firm, grown powerful, grown to be worthy. What were the odds fate had given him a chance at the same time someone had handed a young Yugi the box with the Puzzle? A roll of the dice. (The Gods having a last laugh, perhaps..)

Ryou dug his nails into the wood of the desk so hard that it made crescents, tiny moons in the umber that dug splinters into his pale fingers. The little model of the Thief King sat, as he always did, half-hidden on his shelf behind the pieces of Zorc. He'd never bothered to glue the monster back together but felt oddly reluctant to just incinerate the figures and be done with them. Both of them. Either of them. Maybe he just didn't want to pretend it had never happened. (Maybe he was worried he'd forget, thoughts and memories swept away by the sands of time, trickling down the hourglass, minute by minute, day by day, as he aged the way the Spirit had never been allowed to.)

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August: New Mission

It had been a month.

Nebula Twix had survived. She’d had to be popped into the healing pod when she had an allergic reaction to the oatmeal Dib had tried to feed her when it had inflamed her spooch, and Gir had tried to eat her head the one second Zim’s back had been turned, and she made goo from both ends a lot, but otherwise, she was perfectly fine!

And with that, Zim had come to a crossroads. It seemed that he was, indeed, in this for the long heel. (He was pretty sure that was the phrase. Humans liked large feet and large boots, so it made sense.) He could either continue to keep her a secret, or he could pass on his success to the Tallests.

Creating slaves out of the species marked for invasion was pretty common- something like 85% of invaders did it. But creating hybrids? That number was much lower. (Besides, they were usually disposed of as soon as the invasion was complete.) And irkens having those hybrids from their own bodies, and not just mixing them out of genetic slurry and quickly aging them up in time-fields? Almost completely unheard of. Zim was the pioneer in that area.

Also, having smeets from one’s body may have been a tad illegal, considering how hard it had been to find good information and judging from the fact that all irkens found to do it were brought in for experimentation. But no matter! Zim was nothing if not very, very good at things few other irkens dared to do, ready to drive the Empire forward by any means possible. They would have to appreciate that!

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September: Twix finds out she’s pregnant

Secondary life-form detected, the chamber chimed.

“Oh, gross, I’ve got a tapeworm? Well, flush it out.” Twix rolled her eyes, going back to the computer.

Lifeform has elements of Pak user.

Her finger froze on the ‘b’ key. “It… what? Analyze species origin.”

The chamber hummed around Twix as sweat dripped down the skin of her neck. There was a tiny 'ding!’ like a kitchen timer.

Lifeform is too underdeveloped to make more than approximations, but is roughly 25% irken and 75% Dominant Earth Species.

Her scream rattled the walls.

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October: Best-Laid Plans

“Of course, Number One.” Two turned his head slightly, and Dib jolted- he hadn’t directly commanded him to do that. “Your plan is perfect.” He blinked slowly- much slower than most Zims. Most Zims were utterly manic, back and forth and back and forth, loud and brutal and dangerous, but Two- Two had always worshiped him. Maybe even more than the rest. It had been nice, to be admired so heavily. Two had adored the personal attention when he was turned into an errand boy.

Dib might miss him.

He shook that thought out of his head, gripping both sides of Two’s face with his index finger and thumb, nails (not claws, they weren’t claws) digging into the cheeks.

“You belong to me.” Two didn’t respond, and Dib dug in a little further.  Irken skin was thicker than a human’s, with a single drop of pink blood oozing over Dib’s fingernail and leaving a barely-perceptible damp trail. “Respond. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Number One.”

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November: Desperation (warning if you click through for impalement)

Dib’s lips were on Zim’s before he even knew what he was doing. “You’re not dying on me, you little bastard,” he hissed, fumbling to hold up the body as Zim nearly coughed blood directly into Dib’s mouth. It was salty and sweet all in one, but Dib couldn’t linger on the taste. Zim’s fingers grasped at his shirt, and Dib took that as a sign that it was working, pressing their lips together hard enough to bruise the capillaries.  

There was a click. Dib breathed in blood and out carbon dioxide, sputtering and swallowing it down so Zim wouldn’t die like this-

Something red-hot and metallic climbed over his arm before digging into his spine, and he realized that the body had gone entirely limp before there was electricity and then there was nothing.

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December: Freak

Twix grit her teeth. “How am I supposed to trust you if you’ll just- just do that?”

“How am I supposed to drop my whole social life because you can’t help being the weirdest person in school?” Tulip shot back. “I do care about you, but it’s so, so hard sometimes, because you just don’t know how to act, and sometimes I’m sick of waiting for you to play catchup just because your parents are the town freaks!” She slapped her hands over her mouth and took a step back.

Twix’s eye twitched under her goggles. “At least they’re freaks that love me. I’ll see you tomorrow, third period.”

“Twix-”

“I said,” Twix said through gritted teeth, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get out before I reactivate the security.”

Tulip got out, and Twix buried her face in a couch pillow and screamed.

#shadow says stuff

[words-are-like-colors]

Title: Tattooed To Misaki {3} “Pineapples”

Originally Posted On: July 31, 2016

Word count: 3422

Rating: M

Relationship: M/M

Parts: 3/11

Tags: Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki, Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, Mikoto Suoh, Tatara Totsuka, Tenkei Iwafune, Nagare Hisui, Tattoo, Saruhiko is a tattoo artist, AU, Misaki is part of Homra gang, Jungle, Fluff, Cathedral, Slowish Build

Summary for Chapter 3:  Ha ha Misaki is a little angry that his friends keep joking with him about Saru while Saru is still uncomfortable with Mikoto. Eric gets his tattoo finally.

Notes: I've just realized I've been using USDs opposed to yen. Sorry ‘bout that. Edit: I’ve fixed most mistakes [currency, names, and some grammer] but not all versions [archive, this page, and original posting] are updated correctly. Please send me a message or ask telling me what needs to be fixed. Thank you :D

Yata angrily kicked the oven door shut. What’s wrong with everyone?! Do they have to spoil everything for me? Just because I think he’s… hot doesn’t mean they have to tell him everything! He plopped down in a chair and watched the oven, not taking his apron off.

“Misaki?”

“What?” he huffed, not moving his eyes away from the oven. He was still angry, but he could tell that it was Saru talking.

“You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.” The artist grabbed a chair and pulled it over to Yata. He sat down with a soft thump.

Yata shrugged, his mood still sour. “Fine. Like I said earlier, I noticed that you don’t have any tattoos.”

Saruhiko’s wrist invaded his vision. A small black outline was printed on it. “What’s that?” Yata tilted his head a little and realized it was a monkey. A small fit out laughter erupted from him. “A monkey. A saru.” He laughed again, then stopped, remembering how Saruhiko had called his father an asshole for the name.

“Tsk. I was forced to get this.” Saru slipped the arm band back over the tattoo.

“I’m sorry,” Yata said softly, honestly ashamed for laughing at him. The gang member had already forgotten about his bitterness towards his friends… was it because Saru was here with him?

Yata watched as the taller man shrugged and crossed his arms. “So?” Saruhiko prompted him to say something.

The skater glanced around for a topic and saw the muffins baking in the oven. “You like muffins?”

“No.”

“Well…. Try mine!” Yata watched him. “I made plain because I didn’t know what you like.”

Saru nodded. “Maybe I’ll try a bite….” he muttered softly.

“Okay!” Yata smiled. “You like it here?”

“It's….. nice, I guess.” Saruhiko shifted a little in his seat so he could sit cross-legged.

“That’s good.” Bing!

Yata jumped up from his seat and brought out the muffins.

Fushimi sat off to the side as he watched Misaki show off his aura. The artist sighed and nibbled on one of Misaki’s muffins—his 10th one, since Misaki wouldn’t stop making them. “So. Fushimi.” Fushimi looked up to see Kusanagi, the only person in the bar that really seemed responsible.

“Yes?” Fushimi took another little bite out of the muffin, finishing it off.

“How’s your business going? Have you heard of Kuroh Yatogami’s shop?” The bartender leaned against the counter, cleaning off an glass with a cloth.

Fushimi shrugged. “I’ve heard of him in passing.”

“He’s the usual guy we go to. Everyone here but Yata goes to him.”

“Why didn’t Yata go to him?” The younger man was actually curious.

Kusanagi shrugged. “I tried to ask him about it, but he kept his mouth shut for once.”

Fushimi glanced at the kid in question. A red aura surrounded him. Misaki pumped a fist in the air and yelled that it was the first time that the aura hadn’t gone out on its own. Mikoto replied that it was because of the increased amount of emotion for him to feed off of. Fushimi clicked his tongue. “I was wondering…. Has he always been this hyper and excited?”

Kusanagi thought for a moment before answering. “No. He doesn’t usually get this hyped up about something. I mean, yes, he gets excited occasionally, but never about something this particular. He started acting like this…. a week ago, to be exact. Yata-chan kept on saying that he wanted a tattoo from a certain artist. I’m assuming that’s you.” The bartender put a glass on the counter. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you free.”

Fushimi shrugged. “Anything not too strong.” He watched as Kusanagi started to make him a drink. “I’ve never seen him before last night. It surprised me how determined he was to get one.” The artist glanced back at Misaki for a moment, then noted that it was getting darker outside. He had lost the track of time.

Kusanagi nodded and put the drink in front of him as Misaki bounced over. “Saru! Did you see that?”

“Yeah. It was cool.” Fushimi didn’t mean it, but Misaki’s bright smile was enough to make it true.

“Thanks.” He noticed the glass. “Why does he get two without pay?”

The bartender looked at him. “Actually, you paid for the first one, I got the second one.”

“When did I say I would be paying for it?” Misaki sat down in the barstool, a confused look on his face.

“Last night, before we nearly stifled you with a pillow.”

The skater blushed. “I didn’t realize I said that.”

“Well you did, so I get a free drink from you.” Fushimi took a sip out of his teasingly.

Misaki gave him a soft glare. “It’s not like I can pay for it.”

The artist looked at him. “Why not?”

“I have just enough to get by before my next pay,” Misaki said sheepishly, ashamed that he didn’t have the money.

“Not my fault,” the taller man muttered. “You wanted that tattoo when you wanted it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snapped.

“Let’s see…” Fushimi started to list things off. “You didn’t come in with an appointment, you didn’t have an ID, which meant I had to do extra work by messing with your PDAWatch, you demanded that I give you the tattoo, you carelessly plopped down in my chair, you—”

“Alright! I get it.” Misaki crossed his arms with a pout. “Is there any other way I could pay you? Like you give the money back for extra fees and I do something for you?”

Fushimi thought for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. You have to do at least 200 dollars worth of quality tasks. You can’t just give me 200 candy bars.”  

Misaki brought his watch closer to Fushimi, who took his PDA out. They did a quick transfer before putting them away.

“Misaki.” A light voice sounded from behind them. Both of them turned around to see Mikoto standing there, Anna sitting on his shoulder. “Make sure you walk your boyfriend back home,” she teased lightly.

“He isn’t my boy—”

“It’s the polite thing to do,” she said, cutting him off. “Good night, Fushimi-kun.”

“Night…” Fushimi glanced at Mikoto and Anna walking up the stairs for a moment before turning away back to his drink.

Kusanagi sighed. “Well, I guess it’s time for all of us to go to bed. Can’t cause too much racket with them sleeping.”

Misaki frowned. “I wanted to spend more time with Saru though!”

“Then why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Fushimi looked at Misaki, who turned to him, blushing. “Could… I spend more time with you tonight?”

“No.” The artist didn’t hesitate. He needed to sleep and get ready for the shop tomorrow….. But he did feel guilty for saying no. He didn’t know why, but he did.

“I guess Eric and I will be seeing you on Tuesday, then.”

He did look upset, so Fushimi said, “Make me a batch of those muffins or something.” After a moment he added, “To make up for some of the money… and you don’t want me eating just energy bars, right?”

That made Misaki smile again. “Okay! I’ll be back in a bit.” He jumped off of the stool and ran back into the kitchen.

Misaki came back out not too long after carrying a plate full of muffins and a black container. “A batch of muffins and some Yata-rice.” He proudly put them on the counter.

“Yata-rice?” Fushimi looked through the transparent lid. It looked edible, Fushimi concluded.

“Yep! I was trying to make something that Kusanagi told me about with Kamamoto, but I messed up a little, so now we have Yata-rice.” He smiled smugly, prideful of his work. “Oh, and also you have to heat it up if you put in the fridge.”

Fushimi nodded and stood up, picking up the “Yata-rice”. “Misaki, help me bring this to the car.”

“Okay! Good night Kusanagi!” Misaki chimed while picking up his muffins.

“Good night, boys.” The bartender waved as the two walked outside.

Misaki hopped over to the car and put the muffins in when Fushimi opened the door. “Um… Saruhiko?”

Fushimi glanced at him after putting the “Yata-rice” into the car.

“C-can I… Uh…. C-can….” The shorter man was a blushing mess, stuttering over his words. He had pulled off his beanie and was twisting it in his hands.

“What?”

“Nevermind! Forget it. It’s just nonsense.” Misaki blushed more, looking away. “Just good night. Have a good night.”

Fushimi looked at him for a moment, his hand braced on the open car door. “Okay. Night, Misaki.” But before closing the car door, he said, “17,000.”

Fushimi did eat some of the muffins and “Yata-rice”. He wasn’t planning to, but Misaki had made it for him. So for dinner, Fushimi popped open the “Yata-Rice” container. Steam bloomed out of it because of the microwave.

The artist looked at the “Yata-rice” for a moment before taking a bite. It actually tasted good, or maybe it was because the only food he had eaten recently was Yata’s muffins… still, he was grateful for something nice after a day of work. Fushimi glanced up at his laptop and took another bite. With his free hand he clicked on a website.

White and Black

[times. address. etc.]

Kuroh Yatogami has been in service for at least three years, taking over the business from his late “master” Ichigen Miwa. He specializes in tattoos while his assistant, Yashiro Isana, specializes in piercings. This pair has rapidly gone up in the charts as the most reliable and affectionate.

*note: If you have cat allergies, do not come in. We own a cat named Neko. Also, unnecessary hassles will be a fee, we don’t have time for nonsense.

Midway towards the end of the description of Yatogami’s shop, Fushimi bit into something weird. He looked into the dish to see pineapples. The artist gave his food the straightest face anyone had ever seen. I’m going to have to talk to Misaki about this. He poked the vile piece of food with a chopstick, then realized that he had already eaten some. He’s going to pay for that.

Fushimi pushed the dish away from him and turned his focus back to the computer. Pictures of the two men and the cat were posted. Yatogami had a lot of tattoos covering his arms; one poked out of his shirt and onto his neck. His hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. The other man was kind of cute (not as cute as Misaki, but Fushimi wasn’t going to admit that). There were a few black streaks in his white hair and three lip piercings on his right bottom lip. He had his head cocked and his tongue sticking out, flashing a peace sign as well. He looks too lively to be working with Yatogami, Fushimi thought.

A twirling noise came out of the computer and a little green box appeared in the corner. He clicked on it. The box expanded and the box grew bigger until it was 3x2. The was private message for JUNGLE.

Hello Fushimi.

Fushimi glanced at the username, then replied. Yes, Mikoto?

Mikoto wrote back, Congrats on making it to fifth place. Didn’t tell you earlier cuz I doubted anyone else knew.

Misaki knows.

Fushimi clicked on Mikoto’s profile while waiting for an answer.

Mikoto Suoh

Play time: 5 months

Place: 4th

Online?: Yes

Age: 24

Extra information: Mikoto is currently the leader of the Homra gang. He has been in 4th place for 3 months now and he does not want to move. Beware.

Mikoto replied, You to are close. Fushimi frowned at the spelling mistake.

No we are not.

Misaki is close to you.

Why are you speaking to me? Fushimi asked, frustrated as to why everyone seemed to think that Misaki liked and knew him so well.

-Mikoto Suoh logged off-

“Of course,” the artist grumbled before getting up and returning the “Yata-rice” to the fridge for the next day. He shut his laptop and plugged it in. He grabbed his PDA and headed into his bedroom with a yawn. Before getting onto the bed, he took off his pants and threw them into the corner; he did the same with his arm bands.

Fushimi took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, placing them on the nightstand. When he did, he noticed that his art notebook was open. He shoved his glasses back on and read what it said:

Here is my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX. I figured that you wouldn’t ask for it so yeah. Here you go! ~Yata.

There was a small crow next to the number that was poorly drawn (two circles with a triangle beak and stick legs), but strangely cute. Fushimi sat on the bed and put the number into his PDA, not intending to use it unless something important came up. But he hesitated before shutting off his phone. It would be…. nice to talk to him, Fushimi thought, even if it was just to annoy him about the food. Fushimi hadn’t had that kind of friendly human contact in a long time. Quite frankly, he really hadn’t had any friendly contact. Fushimi wanted to feel it again, the feeling of being mentally connected with someone.

He didn’t realize that he had clicked the call button until he saw Misaki across the screen and “outputting” written underneath. Fushimi was about to hang up when Misaki answered.

“Hey, Yata here,” a groggy voice mumbled through the phone.

Fushimi closed his eyes for a moment, stemming his nerves. He didn’t like talking over the phone; he couldn’t read the person’s features to tell how they were feeling. It was either text or face to face, nothing in between. “Hey… Misaki.”

“Saru? Hi!” The grogginess in his voice seemed to disappear. “It’s 2 am. What’s up?”

“Pineapples.” Okay. That was a good enough reason to call, right? Not just to hear someone’s voice.

“Huh? Pineapples.” There was a pause. “Or right! The “Yata-rice.””

Fushimi laid back on the bed so his legs dangled off the side. “18,000.”

“Did you just increase the price because I put pineapples in it? Did you even try it?”

“Yes to both.”

“Did you like it?” Misaki sounded like he was holding his breath.

Fushimi didn’t say anything for a moment. “Yes.”

“The you shouldn’t raise the price! I take it that you don’t like pineapples, but at least take it down to 1750! Pretend that the pineapple isn’t there.”

“I can’t pretend. But fine. 1750 since you answered your phone.”

“Yay!” Fushimi listened to Misaki cheer goofily over the phone. After another moment of silence Misaki said his name.

“Yeah?”

“There must be another reason why you called.”

“There isn’t.” Fushimi went to click the “end call” button, but Misaki interrupted quickly.

“Oh. But stay on please. I’m awake so we might as well—”

“Talk. I know. You like to talk.”

“It depends…”

“Let’s not talk,” Fushimi decided.

“O-okay.” Misaki went silent.

The artist rolled over onto his side, his phone now on speaker so he didn’t have to hold it to his ear. He stared at the phone, the screen casting shadows on the sheets and walls. He closed his eyes after a moment, then realized that he could hear Misaki breathing. It was oddly comforting—hearing someone breathe, yet not lying next to them. An unknowing smile crept across his lips.

Fushimi closed his eyes and darkness rolled in.

Fushimi pressed his palms into his eyes. “God dammit,” he growled. He didn’t get a wink of sleep the night before, except for right after the call. The usual nightmare happened again. He hated it so much that he usually got only an hour or two of sleep a night—or just skipped it altogether. The artist normally would go home or into the backroom to rest if he had gotten no sleep whatsoever, but he was waiting for Misaki and Eric.

His last client had just left with a wave, so he looked at the time. He let out another growl, seeing that it was getting later and later and they still hadn’t come. “Misaki. What’s taking you so long?”

Speak of the devil, the front door opened with a little jingle and Misaki walked in, his hooded friend right behind him. The artist got to his feet and walked over.

“Hi Saru!” The shorter man smiled up at him. “We’re here!”

“I see that.”

Misaki itched at the back of his neck, a blush blooming on his cheeks. “Uh….”

“What?” Fushimi frowned at him, not understanding his sudden embarrassment.

“N-nothing.” He blushed more.

The artist leaned down teasingly. “Why are you blushing, Misaki?”

The red on his face was suddenly ten times darker than it had been a second earlier when Fushimi had leaned down. “I-I just remembered when…. I just…. I was just remembering how much I liked listening to your breathing.” The last sentence came out quickly, as if he had had to force himself to say it.

Heat crept up into Fushimi’s cheeks, remembering that he had thought the same thing.

“[Chihuahua is cute when blushing.]” Fushimi turned and looked at Eric in surprise, who had lowered his hoodie to reveal light blue eyes. He noticed Fushimi looking at him. “[You understand me?]” he said in English.

“[Of course I do,]” responded Fushimi, glad that the awkwardness between the gang member and artist was interrupted.

Both men smirked evilly at the same time. Clearly Misaki didn’t understand, because he was looking at both of them with a confused expression. Now the two of them had something against Misaki.

Fushimi moved away from Misaki and over to Eric. “Where?”

Eric grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt, then hesitated. He frowned and shook his head as if to push away certain thoughts, then he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, his shirt coming off with it. He quickly looked away and tapped his shoulder. “There.”

The artist nodded. “Okay.” He pushed him a little and he obeyed, laying on his stomach. Fushimi quickly scanned his body with his eyes, to see why Eric seemed so uncomfortable with taking his shirt off.

“I was a dog of Hikawa, okay?” the blond grumbled, knowing exactly what Fushimi was looking at. The artist was staring at the scars covering his back, mostly around his arms and neck.

Fushimi didn’t respond, but instead grabbed the photo from Misaki’s tattoo and started to copy the symbol down. Misaki had wandered over, his skateboard now gone. “Go sit,” Fushimi grumbled as he finished the sketch.

The skater did as he was told and sat in a rolling chair. Fushimi took out his phone and took a picture of the sketch for Eric. After a nod of approval from the gang member, Fushimi did the rest.

During the process, Misaki had repeatedly come over to watch—enough times for Fushimi to click his tongue, annoyed, and allow him to stay. His bright amber eyes were sparkling in amazement as he watched Fushimi work.

Eric sat up, now with a pad on his shoulder. “[Thank you, Fushimi-kun.]”

“[Welcome.]” The artist put his stuff away.

“This is so cool! Your whole job is cool!” Misaki spun around in the rolling chair until his orange hair looked like a blur.

“Slow down or you’ll hurt yourself.” Fushimi flashed him a look, but didn’t really mean it. He pushed away the little happy feeling that had erupted in his chest at Misaki’s words.

The blond put his shirt and hoodie back on and fished his PDA from his pocket. “How much?”

“10,000.”

He nodded, and was putting his PDA close to Fushimi’s to transfer the money when the front door swung open violently.

#fanfic: mine #k project #sarumi #mikototsu #Tattooed To Misaki #Tattooed Series

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Can I get a basic run down of each of your au’s? It’s really hard to keep track and I wanna understand what people are talking about

*cracks knuckles* Alright, let’s do this. I’ll probably just link this in my sidebar at this point, because these are getting built up pretty rapidfire and if you aren’t on tumblr as much as I am you’re pretty liable to miss something.

Now with tag links, going chronologically so you can catch up if you want to! Some of them have a lot of posts, though, just as a warning.

-Time AU: The original. Twix is accidentally sent back in time- why is still a bit fuzzy but I think it involves the Voot malfunctioning when a time machine is installed. She runs into Dib when rummaging around in the basement lab in his house for parts, and lets it slip that she’s his daughter from the future. Her skin is just not-green enough to slip past his radar, and a DNA text confirms that she is in fact related to him, but her lips are sealed about who her other parent is. 

She needs to break into Zim’s base to get the necessary tools to finish fixing the Voot to go back home, and Dib assumes she wants to expose Zim like she does, so she has to keep on his good side to get what she needs. It’s weird to say the least, seeing her parents fighting and Dib as a kid- especially since Zim looks basically the same.

After she finally fixes the Voot, it starts jumping through alternate dimensions before she finally makes it home, and she meets several alternate versions of herself. 

The tag needs to be cleaned up on this one- it was the first au and has scattered posts of the others still in it but it’s going to take a while to edit down to the individual ones, fair warning.

-Tallest AU: Zim is “co-Tallest” with Tak, and Dib is a rebel fighter trying to take down the empire- sort of a bounty hunter on the side too. Twix is created during a fight when Zim tries to rip Dib’s throat out with his teeth, as you do. Zim is yanked out of public view while pregnant- can’t let the Empire know one of the Tallests has a defect that allows him to reproduce naturally. When he comes back, Twix is declared an experiment of his to create an heir with alien DNA to help her be taller, stronger, and more resilient. She’s kind of a spoiled brat in this one, and has absolutely no idea who Dib is. 

When she’s about 12, Dib as a bounty hunter was enlisted to kidnap her in an attempt to rile up Zim and get rid of his heir in one fell swoops, having no idea that she’s his daughter. Eventually, that’s discovered, and she slowly learns what life is like for everyone who isn’t her, while Dib learns to be a parent and care for her instead of having to just rely on himself all the time. Things are pretty tense at first, though.

Eventually, after Zim gets her back, she’s injured during a fight and Zim and Dib make a reluctant truce while she heals, eventually becoming sort of ‘rivals with benefits’- Zim won’t kill him if he’s captured, and Dib won’t take headshots. Dib also gets a collar so he can walk around the Massive without somebody sniping his head off, although he’s very grumpy about this.

Eventually, Dib manages to convince Zim that he’s nothing more than a mascot for the empire, there to blow shit up to show their power. (Tak is the real leader, Zim doesn’t really have the power he thinks he does, and Tak was brought in as co-Tallest to do most of the real ruling and give an air of competence, with the Control Brains doing the rest.) This takes ages, and involves Zim being so deep in denial he literally shoots Dib in the leg to get him to shut up, but it needles at him until he accepts it. Needless to say, pisses him off. They run off together, something Tak’s actually pretty happy about because she figures he’ll just die without the protection being a Tallest gives him. Twix comes with them, and start causing problems for the Empire wherever they can.

Dib gets a robot arm at one point, we haven’t 100% decided on how, and they end up having a second kid, a boy named Kit. (Kit Kat. Thank the discord for that one.)

-WLOD AU: Based on the alternate future in Dib’s Wonderful Life of Doom. Dib is the villain in this one- Twix was made when Zim attempted to escape captivity and bit Dib in the process. She’s kind of a nervous, timid wreck, and Zim is incredibly protective of her. She doesn’t see the world outside of the lab until main!Twix stumbles across this world and helps break her and Zim out, bringing them to her reality and asking Membrane to help her ‘cousins’. They end up settled somewhere else. (She ends up good friends with Moth!Twix.)

The running joke with this one is if the other Dibs meet this guy they just beat the crap out of him.

When Twix eventually dies of health complications from being experimented on, Zim pretty much snaps. He goes back to his home dimension and burns down everything even remotely related to Earth and Dib and ends up conquering the Empire, his grief giving him laser focus and allowing him to work past his defects. He goes on pretty much on a multi-decade rampage, twice as ruthless as anyone else and blowing up planets with ease. One day, though, while he’s with the ground troops he sees a scared child who was orphaned by his attacks and sort of snaps back to himself. He ends up adopting them, and several others in an attempt to atone for himself. He trains them up, fully expecting one of them to end up killing him when they find out he was the one that orphaned them, but when they find out about Twix they tend to just leave over killing him.

He ends up dying near her grave of illness/old age.

-Human AU: This one’s gotten revamped. The old one is after the line, to explain the old fanart in that tag. (I… never really liked this one as much as the others because it didn’t feel Zim-like to me and Dib was barely a presence- and he was barely himself too.)

Honestly this one is still a bit of a joke, but Zim’s got a more mad-scientist edge to him, primarily with strange toys, furbies in particular. He makes lots of them and their house is overrun- Twix has no idea it isn’t normal. He enjoys making people squirm with his creations and ends up having a bit of a rivalry with Swap Zim.

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Old version: Zim and Dib were both sort of academic rivals at school, but ended up paired together for a science pair project and became friends. They’re roommates at college and begin dating, and Twix just comes from a regular old broken condom, oops. Zim was kind of a party animal but cuts back for her sake. His water actually breaks during an important exam but he insists on finishing it, despite Dib’s blood pressure going up about 500%. Zim’s a Bio major, I haven’t really settled on Dib yet. Zim ends up working at Membrane Labs, though. 

Zim’s also a big fan of musical theater, and gets roped into subbing in as Billy Flynn on the campus production of Chicago while four months pregnant. Gir is his younger brother and currently in high school.

-Irken AU: This one’s set a bit earlier in the timeline, when Zim was still working at the labs for military research. (See the canceled episode The Trial.) He met Dib there, and at one point they ended up locked in for a whole weekend on accident. At one point they got into a fight, one thing led to another, and Zim ended up pregnant. He only found out when he started getting sick and went to the hospital. The problem? That’s a defect that hasn’t happened in a long time- he’s whisked to the Control Brains, labeled defective in both mind and body, and sent off to Foodcourtia so no one has to deal with him.

When Dib finds out, he steals a ship and goes to rescue him. Zim is completely miserable, exhausted, overworked, and all around pissed this is happening. He lashes out at Dib for doing this to him before completely collapsing since his body hasn’t gotten a chance to rest in too long, and his instincts tell him that Dib is safe because he’s the other parent. Gir is a malfunctioning food service drone that snuck aboard the ship. They have to figure out what’s going on because this kind of thing hasn’t happened in centuries.

Dib was initially only interested in studying Zim because of the rarity of natural-born smeets, but as time goes on they end up getting closer, especially because Zim gets clingy as time goes on. There are two endings to this one- either they keep wandering around space, or they end up on Earth since it’s uncharted and no one will bug them there. Twix comes from an egg and has three siblings (possibly more) in this one!

-Pilot AU: Related to the Time AU- while jumping around, she gets stuck in the pilot universe. She very much doesn’t like it, especially since Dib starts stalking her instead. When he finds out she’s his daughter, he gets even more obsessive about how and why she came back, and she has to escape him to keep going home.

-Adoption AU: This is the angstfest one kicked off by a particular anon- Zim has a miscarriage, but at some point afterwards when Twix is jumping through the multiverse, she runs into them. After realizing what happened, she finds a version of herself that lost both of her parents and brings her to meet the ones that never had her, and they’re all happy.

-Zimvoid AU: Twix lands in the Zimvoid from the few most recent comics. Not a lot of plot to this one, it’s just fun to imagine. The Zims meeting after Twix is born is under PZA Au, and the Dibs meeting is ‘Meet me in the dibpit’ which is the best tag out of all of these lmao

-Species Swap AU: Dib is, similar to in the irken au, there to study local flora and find uses for them. Gaz is the invader, sent here for her catastrophic body count on every other mission she’s had. She finds out Earth has good games and is just ‘eh, whatever’ and basically puts the mission on hold, letting Dib start stalking the one human that truly interests him- Zim. He’s almost irken-like, and clearly incredibly intelligent- and destructive!

I made a whole plot explanation for this one here.

Dib is actually the one to have her in this au. It’s also a running joke and I’m heavily considering making it canon that this Zim is the one that actually succeeds in taking over the world.

-Mothman AU: Dib is an actual mothman, and so is his family. Variation on this one: One has irken Zim, one has human Zim. Other Dibs find this version of Dib hot. Twix is raised in the woods and her only real friends are her parents, Gir, and Tulip. (Keef’s adopted daughter.)

In the irken au, Zim is actually accepted relatively fast by Membrane who thinks he’s just a strange, stunted moth. After having Twix he ends up growing wings and neck fluff because mothmen are actually a very distant cousin of irkens that diverged millions of years ago, and carrying Dib’s kid kickstarted the process. He also dies for like two minutes because giving birth to an egg a third of your size really sucks. (He’s fine, once Dib got him to the recharging chamber he woke back up when his Pak reactivated him, he was just really low on charge after a birth lasting like two days.)

In the human au, he’s not so lucky- Dib has to keep his relationship a secret, and Membrane only finds out when he sees Zim, already pregnant. Dib gets into a big fight with him because humans killed his mom and Membrane is pissed he’d get into a relationship with one. Things do end up working out eventually, once Twix is born Membrane is fascinated by her, but tensions are still pretty high for a while. Earlier in this version, Zim actually found out he was pregnant when he gets accidentally shot by someone who was aiming at Dib and had to go to the hospital and they took a pregnancy test before doing the x-ray. (In all aus where Zim is human, including swap, he’s a trans guy, and this one is set in the 1970′s/80′s. He ran away to live in the woods for a reason.)

-SU AU: Steven Universe AU! This one’s covering most of the plot of Steven Universe up to this point, so it got long. Link here. (For the aesthetic, think more Gravity Falls and late over early SU: Deep woods and dark colors.)

-Capture AU: A sort of flip of the WLOD au. Zim wins and keeps Dib prisoner, although he enjoys riling him up so Dib is much more of a firecracker than WLOD Zim is. Zim gets the itching feeling he’s missing something and uses a blood sample from Dib to get himself pregnant, but he realizes he can’t raise the kid alone without killing her (and plays it off as making Dib help with something he’s made it clear he hates) so he lets Dib out but on a very tight leash. This one is definitely on the darker end.

-Scandal AU: Zim is Tallest, Dib is an irken scientist. They ‘grew up’ together but Zim shot up and forgot about Dib because- well, his memory’s canonically pretty garbage and besides he often misremembers things anyway. Dib is hauled in front of him for causing problems at the labs like letting the specimens free because he hates his coworkers, and they just kept shoving him at successively more important people because he managed to keep slipping away before being fully punished and it ends up getting all the way to the Tallest.

Dib gets pissy at Zim because he’s expecting to get thrown out the airlock or whatever, before realizing just how terrible of an idea that is and that Zim could do something a lot worse. Mostly he’s just mad that Zim left him behind, but Zim, who only has faint inklings of Dib being familiar, decides to keep him around on basically a whim.

Things evolve from there, with Zim doting over his new ‘toy’ who treats him like an equal (which he didn’t realize he wanted, because duh, he’s the Tallest, why would he want to be anything other than shallowly worshipped?) while Dib has to walk the VERY careful tightrope of staying alive by not pissing Zim off while also not rolling over completely and betraying himself. (And that might lose Zim’s interest as well.) Things get even messier when oops, there’s eggs now.

-Treasure Planet AU: What it says on the tin, an au based off the movie Treasure Planet! Plot summary here, AU mostly belongs to @64bit-trash and @yeehawimscared.

-Dibbrane AU: Dib turns out to be a much better clone of his father and doesn’t realize that Zim is an alien. Zim ends up getting attatched to him because he takes him seriously as a fellow scientist and genuinely enjoys his company, and eventually they get married- all without Dib finding out what he really is. Twix ends up more like show-Dib, determined to prove to the world that there’s a world hidden underneath their own, and Zim ends up her ‘alien rival’ in order to train her. She doesn’t realize she’s half-alien… yet. Fuller synopsis here.

-Amnesia AU: Zim was a personal pet project of Tallest Miyuki’s, and treated him as a son, planning to raise him to succeed her, taking down the heightarchy in the process. She ends up assassinated by Red and Purple in an attempt to get enough power to laze around for the rest of their lives, and Zim is blamed for it. A lot of irkens are bitter and jealous for the attention he got, especially for someone so short, so it’s easy enough to do. 

While imprisoned, he tore up his Pak in an attempt to get rid of the grief and trauma of seeing his mother dead and ended up more defective, having mostly forgotten who he was before. The timeline ‘syncs up’ with iz show canon. He crashes OID2 and gets sent to Earth, and over the years enters a relationship with Dib and gets pregnant. When that’s discovered, he gets pulled back and his memory is wiped again, and when the baby is born, she’s taken away to see if they can shape her into a soldier.

Zim is used for more tests and Skoodge tries to help him, and ‘Brid’ is shuffled between career tracts before being sent out with the soldiers while still 11- practically a smeet. She meets Dib, who’s been looking for both Zim and his lost child. She promises to take him to Zim, but is going to try and bring him as a new species of alien to her superiors to get brownie points because she’s treated kind of like shit by the other trainees for being such a freak. (She always wears a helmet to cover her nose and hair.)

Eventually their paths cross as they get arrested and thrown into a cell near Zim’s, but Zim doesn’t realize he’s even got a daughter, much less this one, so there’s a while to figure things out.

All this time, Miyuki uploaded herself before her death into a side control brain that only Skoodge knows, and they stumble across her, and she helps fill in the gaps.

Aaaaaand I’ll go back and add more to this post if we get more, if I forgot one feel free to tell me.

#iz #aip #Anonymous #asks