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@2ksuperiority
[[ *chuckles menacingly from the sewers*
I’m baaaAAACK ]]
Hiatus probably
Lol well I guess I lied huh
I still have like.... zero muse or motivation to be here or on any of my other blogs for that matter
I guess I’m taking an indefinite hiatus ??? I don’t know when or even if I’ll come back... I just... idk fam I’m dealing with stuff rn and I just don’t want any part of this website atm
Uh.... idk,,, if u want to talk to me still though, message me and I’ll give u my discord. I do rp over there too so like 🤷♀️ ya know
Other than that,,, sorry I guess,,, and I’ll see y’all later maybe some day ??
[[ i’ll finish making those starters i owe later tonight
rn tho im working on redoing an old fanfic of mine cause im weak lmao ]]
@mcrtimersmith
“Well hiya pal!” When the tiny alien catches the newcomer’s attention down to him, he waves a tiny gloved hand, before bouncing a bit on his heels and adjusting his goggles on his face with a big buck-toothed grin.
“You’re not from around here! I can tell! I’m 2K, and considering you haven’t been discovered by the higher-ups yet and thrown into a prison cell, I’m guessing nobody’s properly caught you up about this place yet huh? No worries! Welcome to the ZimVoid! You’re lucky you found me, not to brag but-- I am pretty amazing and probably the best Zim you’ll meet here.” After saying this, he holds a baby hand up to shake.
“Who’re you stranger?”
Update // Starter Call
[[ sorry ive been gone so long folks, i was having what the kids call ‘a severe depressive episode’ for a while, but i’m feeling better now after having some time off and after visiting my doctors
unfortunately im not really feeling any of my drafts anymore after the unintended break, so i guess u guys can take this post as a starter call ??
so uh ye, give this a like and i’ll make u a starter with babey ]]
YOU ARE MY DAD! YOU’RE MY DAD!:
He hated having to be subjected to the fall chill and the annoying accessories that needed to accompany it, but not much else could be done when he needed to take to the street and fetch some groceries.
Toting a sleepy GIR in one arm and the other hand gripping the harness he had the smeet in, Zim gave a glare. And a single firm answer.
“No.”
When the sharp answer was given, the tiny smeet turns and looks at Zim now, eyes big and antenna wilted. Then, came the hurt pouty face.
“B-.. But.. Why noooot?”
The toddler continues to pout for another moment or two, before eventually hopping over to him with a frown.
“I’ve been really good today! How come Gir gets to eat and drink whatever he wants but I can’t?”
[[ aaAAAAAAAAA
PLOT FAMILY / SIBLING / BFF THINGS WITH ME
I WANT 2K TO BE SWALLOWED IN LOVE THANK U ]]
Open Starter
The smeet gives out a GREAT gasp at the sign currently up on one of the window stores in town. And coming to a halt, he stops and stares up at the large advertisement in awe.
“Woooooow.. What’s an espresso??? It looks not horrible!! Can we go in and get one?? Please?? 2K HAS A MIGHTY NEED!!!”
It’s not munday yet but,,,,,,
*hugs you* Brains
Yea...
Why does my brain wanna convince me I’m literal garbage and worthless as a whole?? I’m taking meds, I’m out and about, I’m making money, I’m drinking SO MUCH water, I’m eating good, like?? Where are my happy thoughts you whore?? I’m trying so hard but it gets to a point of “why bother” when nothing works for you anymore and you always feel like killing yourself
Like I just wanna to be happy but yet here I am!
Inbox Call
[[ imma be mobile-bound for the rest of this week cause of work reasons, so give this post a like and i’ll throw 2k in ur inbox 👀 ]]
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‼ - real name?
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❤ - single/taken?
ツ - any pets?
☂ - favorite season?
✐ - fave types of movies?
❣ - how would it be your ideal date?
☣ - phobias?
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✘ - hates?
° - ever were close to death?
♧ -….. on drugs?
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❥ - sexual orientation
♚ - favorite eye color?
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♪ - music you like?
✌ - favorite bands/ singers?
♒ - fave animes?
❦-.fave characters?
✿ - fave kind of clothing?
ღ - mottos?
✬ - photo of me?
roleplaying habits questions.
what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?
are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?
how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?
how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?
do you listen to music while your write?
do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?
are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?
how does tiredness affect your writing?
have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?
how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?
when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?
is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?
does writing roleplay things in public spaces make you uncomfortable?
what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?
how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?
do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?
what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?
what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?
how many drafts is a paralysing amount?
if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?
does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?
longest reply you’ve ever writen on mobile?
does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?
what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?
how does your follower count affect your mood?
DIB:
While the notion of thousands upon thousands of alternate Zims was still something out of his worst nightmare, it did give Dib quite the advantage as well. The more aliens that were amok, the more chances he had to incarcerate.
“Who do you think I’m talking to, you gremlin? I’m talking to–hey!” He glared at the baby Irken.”How did you do that?!”
The smeet gave a smile at the other’s surprise, then he went to point over to where he left the handcuffs.
“My hands are small!” He said rather proudly.
“I slipped right out of them! Funny huh?” He adjusts his goggles as he says this, then bounces a bit on his heels.
“Your room is really spooooky. I like it! I don’t think I’ve ever been in my Dib’s room before. Though I have my suspicions that it would just be full of protein bars and work-out equipment! With the occasional big feets poster on the wall of course. Yours is really neat though! Oh! What’re those??”
As he speaks, he waddles over to where Dib’s drives are, picking one up and looking at Dib.
“These look funny! Like... Like the baby computers smeets are given for play things... What do they do??”
TYRONE:
you just intended a quiet day. / rare for you, rare for this town / but you’ve always liked the fall / you have a new appreciation / since the summer was spoiled / by memories you’d rather forget. / no, / autumn is much more your style.
wendy’s actually agreed / to come out with you / rare company / but she’s been kind to you / despite it all / and she loves halloween too. / still, you’ve split up / in search of a perfect carving pumpkin / and that’s when you spot / him.
gravity falls has lots of strange creatures / but rarely do you see one / partaking in human activities / (besides yourself, of course) / so you can only stare / until you’re jolted from your thoughts / by the other speaking / blissfully unaware of your presence.
“maybe try one of these” / you lift up a round, greenish / pumpkin, still attached to its vine. / “it’s not ready yet / but it’ll ripen in the sun / and it won’t get mushy or gross / for a while.” / you’ve never cared / that most of your companions are / non-human / you don’t consider yourself human / either, and so nothing about this is / strange. you just happen to have / lots of pumpkin-picking experience.
The tiny alien hops happily from pumpkin to pumpkin, talking to himself and weeding through the gourds that he wasn’t very fond of. However, after a few moments, someone offers a greenish pumpkin to him. And after hearing what the other said, the tiny alien’s eyes give a sparkle in awe as tiny hands stretch out to take a hold of the pumpkin.
“Ooooh, neat! Thank-- Wait.”
It was only now that the smeet seemed to realize just who he was talking to. And after looking up at the other, suddenly tiny antennae wilt back in fear and a squeak escapes him.
This was a human--
Oh no, this wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all!
“I-I...”
The smeet fumbles with his words, obviously at a loss for them at first... However, after a few moments go by, his fear, mixes into confusion, as he eyes the other.
“Wait a minute--- You’re human but-- You’re not scared of me! Why aren’t you freaking out and calling the human coast guards or something??”