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[irkborne]

ooc. Y’all ok 😂?

[aliienation]

I was trying to figure out what to draw, but then I knew I needed to choose these two purely for the symbolism ;p

Salem you and I have been through hell and back together. We’ve crossed from fandom to fandom, endured a lot of drama that’s tested us as people, and tested our bond but somehow we’ve always made it out alright. And in fact, stronger than ever.

I love when we write together, and the relationship that our characters cultivate, be it siblings or friends or enemies or lovers. You’re a brilliant writer and one of my favorite to write with. There’s something so magical about your writing, so eloquent and you breathe such life into your muses. The backstories, the headcanons. You make them so unique, so yours.

You’ve gotten me through so much hardship, and I’ve loved watching you evolve as a person. Like Red has tried getting rid of Zim without success, you ain’t never getting rid of me. I love you and here’s to many more Birthdays!!

(Also I just realized Zim isn’t wearing his pak. Oh well I guess he’ll be dead soon)

@irkborne

[rejectededen-deactivated2021052]

For @elkfeast / @irkborne / @buwitched

Salem, I wish you the best birthday. You’re an amazing person who has so much love to give. You’ve shaken me to my core with your words and made me cry happy tears. You made me feel wanted and cherished when I felt my entire world crash and burn. Thank you so much for existing in my life and for letting me know you. Thank you so much for being real with me and for snapping me out of my manic episodes in which I couldn’t think for myself anymore. Thank you so much for the smiles you’ve given me and the kindness you’ve shown me. Also, all of your muses are freaking red, so YOUR 2D CAKE IS RED TOO.

Take care. I love you.

Your friend, AC/Diana.

[boowitched]

INDIE . SELECTIVE . BUTT WITCH FROM TWELVE FOREVER . ♕ *

RULES . ABOUT . SUMMONED BY . * SALEM `

[irkborne]

yikes i made an oopsie

[irkborne]

jordan: red redemption arc bitch omg yasss 😭😭😭 me, knowing that red might start trying to plan out how to save his people from the control brains somehow and will have to confront purple who is strong af w/ his telekinesis abilities and is completely brainwashed: hahaha yeah :’) good times lol

[irkborne]

tw: violence + head injury mention !

･ﾟ✧ ❛ zim `

No one knew the Invader like Red did, never having seen the side that Irk would scorn and laugh upon. Well that was assuming they didn’t already. Juxtaposition as he had always striven to maintain a confident facade with His Tallest, Red was also the only one he allowed himself to be vulnerable with save for anyone residing in his base. Although a few tears had slipped over the years, none had seen the type of obnoxious break downs he had as a smeet to the only one he let himself be…weak around.

Defective…

He inhaled another shuddering breath. There it was, the ugly word that had been chasing him his entire youth. He always managed to outrun it in his own subconscious but proverbial armor had chipped away over the years and now crumbled as one of the ones he loved most—one of the only ones he loved most reminded him of something he knew he always was.

He always relied on deflecting, laughing off his mistakes or simply somehow twisting them into accomplishments but not now. Faced with his greatest blunder yet over this month he had no choice but to finally confront the truth, as tears dripped down.

“I never tried to hurt them or you. It was a mistake.” A mistake. It was always a mistake he was just a mistake just a- “My Tallest, you’re the last being in the entire universe Zim would ever try to hurt! Everything Zim has ever done has been for you, and I…” Ruby eyes watered more, unable to escape the ugly reality and the cruel words. “It just happens. I don’t…I don’t know why it just happens!” he cried pitifully.

“Stand straight and take this bullet like the great invader you keep claiming to be. “

Cold fear coursed through his veins as he felt himself go rigid and his eyes to snap open wide in terror. An order. A direct order from His Tallest. When an Irken received any order from Their Tallest, they did it, without question and that’s what they were programed to do, no matter how outlandish it was. They lived to serve them. …He had lived to bring them heartache.

Numbly, mechanically, the spider legs retract as his feet place themselves firmly on the ground, but he didn’t feel the ground under his feet. He didn’t feel anything, and the ambiance of the city even sounded muffled as his senses dulled. Swallowing thickly he turned his head towards where he had parked the voot runner, but he didn’t even see his vessel. Of course GIR hadn’t stayed put.

Submissively, antennae quietly lower as his eyes shut. “I know….I’ve been branded  defective….since hatching.” His fists trembled in grief. “I just wanted to make you believe I wasn’t.”

    One shot and the pain will be gone. The anger and resentment. The betrayal and heartache he’s had to endure for decades ---- how long has he been alive? Sometimes the numbered days of his continued existence escapes him, debris left over from the remains of what had always been a dying civilization. A slave to the very creators that he calls Gods; the Control Brains. Hesitation floods his very fingertips. The internal struggle having him second guess his superiors and his own morals. 

    There’s something wrong.

    There’s something wrong with the system. No. There’s always been something wrong. He was a martyr to the truth. He knew this being crowned and he turned a blind eye to what had been there all along. Why did he forget? Why did he accept a lie? Why did he lie to himself? The Control Brains broke him! Oh Irk... they broke Purple.

    Red pulls the trigger.

    His PAK had already put on the safety long before his body could act. He had already decided. He gasped and shook, pulling the trigger again and again and again. And there was nothing. No brains strewn across the pavement or the hint of Irken blood. 

    ❛ Shit! ❜ stumbling back he lowers the rifle’s scope from his eyes and the weapon feels heavy in his arms. He’s shaking his head, a flood of emotions running wild in his thoughts all melding into one like a code desperate to seize control. And all he could think about as his dread filled chest filled with another kind of anger is that his creators purposefully broke the smile on his brother’s face. And they weren’t going to break him. What’s one more defektive to add to the list anyway? He’ll make the rules. Their reign over him is over.

    Red brings his attention back to the other alien. The resentment is still there and he’s quite sure that the hatred he feels will always be there. Perhaps their past is what keeps him from doing the permanent. He doesn’t think of himself as a coward though, no. ❛ I can’t do it. Shit I can’t do it, Zim. ❜

    Red drops his rifle to the ground and he falls back onto a sitting position, elbows propped over his knees as he buries his face in his hands. He feels different. He feels as if a weight has been lifted off him, as if he’s free... from the system. The Control Brains won’t be happy about that. ❛ Shit, shit, shit... fuck. ❜

[irkborne]

ooc. discussing twelve forever angst w/ @aliiienation and giving ourselves chest pains

[irkborne]

ooc. why is buttwitch so pretty???

[irkborne]

friend: here is the interstellar parody vid me:

[irkborne]

heya folks! the good news is that my mom is letting me use her laptop and she allowed me to download photoshop onto it so yayy~. i unfortunately don’t have my icons because my passport/portable hard drive is for a mac and all my psd files are on there but! i’m not going to let that tiny set back stop me. i won’t have them fancy icons for a while but i hope that’s alright ^^

i wanted to thank everyone who responded and messaged me about donating for a new laptop even when i declined. i’m greatly moved and i love all of you.

[irkborne]

v EX SPEAKS TRUTH

[irkborne]

almighty tallest ‘i didn’t befriend rick sanchez to tell what coochie means to zim’ redoch

[irkborne]

    ❛ you know the saying check thrice before coming to me? yeah, get a dictionary Zim. you have something called the internet on Earth right? URBAN DICTIONARY might help your poor lost soul, soldier. ❜

[irkborne]

he’s blocking zim’s transmissions for the time being and forwarding all the ‘coochie’ questions to purple

[irkborne]

iv-z1m‌:

greetings  ,  pathetic life forms  !!

aha  ,  just kidding  ,  just kidding  .  hello there  !!  my name is alyssa  ,  and this is a brand new zim rp account  !  i’m kinda new to the whole rp thing  ,  so i apologize if i do anything wrong  .  but  ,  if you would like to interact with zim  ,  please like or reblog this post  ,  and i’ll check out your account  !!  i always make sure to read the important links before following anyone  .  personals  ,  please don’t reblog  ,  thank you  !!