Patience is key for domination

{Teen!Tak roleplay blog, from childhood show Invader Zim. Welcomes all fandoms.} Current M!A: none

[the-invad3r]

Invader Zim Talking Plush set

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[kneltnotbowed]

Dib laughs weakly, trailing off into a cough.  “Heaven forbid, I wouldn’t want to bore you.”

He does what he can with his arms to settle himself in a balanced position to hold onto her.  He tucks the chain on his collar out of her way as best he can.

“Thank you.  As to my weight… well, I doubt feeding me was their top priority.  And I think I might be missing a few organs, but don’t quote me on that.” He makes the effort to sound at least vaguely formal, even though it makes his throat feel rubbed raw as hell.

[abetterirkeninvader]

          “We can do an x-ray when we get back to my base, but for now, we’re escaping, and I don’t care about being so quiet this time.”

    As Tak spoke, she stayed close to the wall, eyeing around for any more security guards. Against her own words for the moment, her movement was still secretive, sneaking around and avoiding confrontation as best she can. Yet, even in her stealth, she was prepared to attack any guard if spotted. It would only be a matter of time.

[iamdiffercnt]

        “ Hey, I said trying to capture me. I’m thinking about them trying. And sucking at it. ”

        “ Well I am hungry, ” the birthday boy nodded, “ and I haven’t had any fried chicken in years. Why don’t we hit up Bucky’s Fried Chicken? ”  Just the thought of a bucket of crispy chicken brought a wide grin to the teen’s soft lips. And naturally buttery, fresh biscuits. He was already reaching into his pocket for his car keys at this point. There’s no stopping him when it comes to savory meats.

[abetterirkeninvader]

          “Tch, men and their love of food. Fine, let’s go, birthday boy.”

    Tak stood next to the other, ready to follow when the other decided to start walking. Her arms were crossed, a sly grin on her face.

          “I heard there are more traditions to this celebration than stuffing your face with food, correct?”

[kneltnotbowed]

“You could have used subterfuge.” Dib coughs up a bit of blood, the cost of managing a tiny bit of sass.  He has to just breathe for another minute before he can talk again, eyes unfocused as she examines him.  He’s glad he at least doesn’t have to worry about someone barging in on them while he tries to marshal his molasses thick thoughts.

“Don’t think so, they did something, can’t feel them.” He tires to move his legs, but nothing happens.  It’s probably going to take some surgery or other methods to get his legs working again.

[abetterirkeninvader]

          “Oh please, that gets boring nowadays...”

    As Tak looked over him and then down to his legs, she sighed, moving to kneel beside him. With her arms under his back and legs, she picked him up and stood. Stepping out of the cell, her PAK legs emerged to be used as her weapons while her hands were full.

          “You’re just lucky I didn’t fall short on my daily exercises... You’re not really that heavy, either. Is there a reason for that?”

[abetterirkeninvader]

First drawing is like:

Second drawing is like:

[abetterirkeninvader]

// took dinner break, bACK TO DRAWING PPL’S MUSES LIKE SHIT

Send "✏" for my muse to draw your muse.

[kneltnotbowed]

"What have they done to you?"

My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.

Dib groans and just barely manages to crack open his eyes to see who’s come into the room.  Bruises cover his skin, as well as neatly sutured cuts. 

“You take them out, or?” The words scrape painfully against his throat, but he needs to know the situation.

[abetterirkeninvader]

          “Of course I did, how else would I have gotten this far?”

    The Irken walks over to him, kneeling in front of him to check out his wounds. She had a few cuts herself from battling to get here, but nothing serious.

          “Tch... Can you walk? Or do I have to carry you out of here?”

[randomroleplaymemes-blog]

Send "✏" for my muse to draw your muse.

[abetterirkeninvader]

You don't like the big boobs? I thought they were a good touch.

          “With the ratio of the chest size to the waist size in that picture, clearly I would’ve broken my spine by now.”

Send "✏" for my muse to draw your muse.

[90spersephone]

REBLOG IF YOU WOULD BE LITERALLY 100% OKAY WITH FAN ART ABOUT YOU EVEN IF IT WAS JUST STICK MEN

[emmapokelily]

Draw me please lol

[angryinkeddrunk]

I used to get fanart all the time ;o

[tinysupervicki]

MOTHER FLIPPING YAS

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✏

Send “✏” for my muse to draw your muse.

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse is trash.

[8bitgaz-deactivated20201106]

♟:Patching up a wound

“Hold still,” Gaz snapped, sifting through the hodgepodge of medical equipment scattered across the floor. Eventually settling on a strange fabric that SEEMED like it might be a bandage of some sort, she crawled over to the trembling Irken and began wrapping up the ugly, still-smoking rash-like wound on her head.

“I cannot BELIEVE you went through with the ice bucket challenge,” she muttered. “You’re almost as stupid as Zim. I hope you know that.”

[8bitgaz-deactivated20201106]

“Not really. You’re both stupid.” She chewed her lip as she focused on avoiding contact with Tak’s antennae. “And even if it wasn’t sloshy, did you really think that you wouldn’t have a reaction to solid water rubbing all over your skin? What kind of idiot alien race invents spaceships with bitchy attitudes but doesn’t check up on the physical properties of substances that could kill them?”

[abetterirkeninvader]

            “I’ve learned to deal more with the pain of water on my skin, as I would need to if I were to stay upon this horrid planet. I had only assumed solid water would not be as bad as it has a definite form instead of rushing around and spilling in the liquid form...”