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#ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ ( Zim )#ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴛɪɴᴋ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ( Zim )

|| Considering I base my Zim off of bugs, primarily praying mantises, Zim is indeed ectothermic. My version of Irkens do not create their own body heat, and Irk is a naturally very warm climate planet. Although since Irkens are notoriously hard to kill (since their PAK has the ability to ‘reactivate’ them (plague of babies) and he can simply regrow his flesh rapidly (walk of doom) and one time his eye even popped out and it caused no issues for him to pop back in (planet jackers)), the cold can’t kill Zim. It just makes him extremely uncomfortable & can slow him down.

#ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ( Zim )

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It’s not like he was going to tell anyone this fact but— when Noodle showed up just out of the blue one day miraculously and was able to take up the reigns of guitarist, Murdoc took to reading up on a little bit of Japanese. The language barrier wasn’t often a problem, music is the universal language, after all.

But in times like this he feels it ended up being important. He’s glad he did it.

He didn’t catch everything, but the bassist swears he heard the word for ‘alone’ in there. Murdoc places a hand on the young girl’s shoulder, and sighs. “ That stinks to high heaven, love. It’s a good thing monsters aren’t real, ey? Only ghosts. Ask Russ. ” He winks.

It’s not much, but it’s an attempt to cheer her up, at least.

The frown on the little girl's face quivered a moment before perking up into a crooked smile, the teeth she hadn't quite grown into yet peeking out between her lips. "I like Del," he admitted with a little laugh; Del was her buddy, even if he was only around when Russ was sleeping. With a pat and a reassurance that there was nothing lurking about the slightly dilapidated halls of Kond Studios, she was feeling a bit better. Althought darkened ends of the hallways never failed to make her feel the slightest bit nervous.

Eyes changed pace, she looked over at the computer he was sitting at, and from the looks of things, he was doing business. Booking shows and the whatnot, nothing she was ever part of at this stage; She just played the guitar. "ゲームはありますか ?" Noodle pointed towards the moniter, perking up even further at the inquiry. "Games?" She repeated again. "遊びたい！"

#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ( Noodle )#ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ 1 ( Noodle )#avunct

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She’s mostly ignoring him. Zim has this tendency to do everything with exaggerated flare, and it’s especially annoying. He’s doing it right now, of course. With all the paranoid glancing this way and that.

But she figures she may as well answer the question before he starts hounding her. Without missing a beat, her fingers tapping away at her Game Slave 2 she shrugs. “Nothing. They just live here.” At least it was an easy question. Of course, there are those people out there who hate zoos, but Gaz could care less.

She keeps walking with Zim just out of obligation. No reason to really run away, he’d probably follow. Like an irritating shadow.

"Live here?" Zim repeated. He made a humming sound, one of three fingers coming up to rest against his lips as they trekked through the front of the zoo that held most of the shops, some miserable looking man taking photos, and a lady handed out pamphlets; Zim decided to take one of the plamphets and look it over. Familiarizing himself with the abundance of Earth creatures could actually prove itself useful in the long run. "I see. Very interesting." He could familiarize himself with the most dangerous of animals that the Earth has to offer and, perhaps, turn them against The Humans.

The pamphlet was crunched up in his hand and thrown aside, and instead, he took Gaz by the arm and lead the way to the first exhibit; The Reptile House. One step inside and the first thing Zim took notice of was the strange smells, as his Irken senses were much stronger than those of The Humans. He scrunched his face up, but went on, as this was very valuable information for his mission. "Gaz," Zim turned on his heel towards the younger of the Membrane children, fists against either of his hips. "I must swear you to secrecy. There's no doubt in my mind that The Dib-Thing is going to try and pry information out of you after this so-called field trip. Do this for me and you get one favor in return."

#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ( Zim )#ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ( Zim )#avunct

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#ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ ( Zim )#ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɢɪʀ ( Zim )

beattzy

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I might not be the right one It might not be the right time But there’s something about us I’ve got to do Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life I want you more than anything in my life I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life I love you more than anyone in my life

#2ᴅᴏᴄ ( 2D )#|| thinking...

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Zim’s first impression of this so-called zoo was how awful it smelled; His Irken senses were much stronger than those of the humans and this place was full of animals he had never seen before. The alien’s face scrunched up in discontent as he stepped up next to Gaz, fists clenched with a little bit of a dramatic fake. "ALRIGHT, dib-sister. Let us transcend this - THIS..." His words were lost, and instead Zim just threw his head from one side to the other, cue the boisterous grunting he so often made.

Miss Bitters made one more warning that any student late for deparcher would simply be left behind; It caused him to raise his brow muscles at her, but didn't think too much of it after that. They started forward, and Zim peered around at all the screaming children, running around with their exhausted parents trailing far behind. He cringed again. "So... Gaz. What crimes have these creatures committed to be locked up in such a hideous place?"

#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ( Zim )#ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ( Zim )#avunct

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✧ — ⋆ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

send one of the below symbols for your character ( the sender ) to perform on mine ( the receiver ) add !! to reverse the roles

💆‍♀️ for your character to tuck a strand of my muse’s hair behind their ear

🤝 for your character to brush their hand against my muse’s hand

🤚 for your character to guide mine by touching their back

🛋 for your character to curl up with mine

☕️ for your character to bring mine a beverage

🍫 for your character to bring mine some food

📺 for your character to watch a film / tv show with my muse

🎶 for your character to play music or sing to mine

🎧 for your music to listen to music with mine

💃 for your muse to offer to dance with my muse

📚 for your muse to read with mine

🎨 for your muse to paint with mine

🪴 for your muse to take mine on a walk

💫 for your muse to take mine stargazing

🧺 for your muse to take mine on a picnic

✍️ for your muse to draw mine

👔 for your muse to help mine get dressed

💇‍♀️ for your muse to play with my muse’s hair

🌸 for your muse to give mine flowers

🎁 for your muse to give mine a gift ( please specify ! )

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🤗 for your muse to give my muse a hug

💋 to kiss my muse ( specify where ! )

🍰 to bake something with my muse

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🧶 for your muse to do something else ( please specify ! )

#( prompts )

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#ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ( Joseph )

isgcd·:

HE’D NEVER ACTUALLY ADMIT IT HIMSELF, but perhaps he’d been a tad too effusively pushy after the incident back on the plastic beach and the lighthouse. the overwhelming sensation of having to mediate his own GRATITUDE towards his longtime vocalist was indeed extremely foreign to him. yet, he couldn’t seem to stop. ‘ we ought to get y’ er scattered little brain back on track, mate. ‘ bassist tuts, ‘ this is beyond depressing, truly—— h e y, jus’ imagine it; it’ll be like the good ol’ days … you an’ me, out an’ about. downing brews an’ shagging some lllovely birds, eh ? let’s paint the town. we jus’ gotta find a way to perk you up. ‘ despite his attempts, persuasion seems to fall flat. ‘ i’ve ALMOST SPOKEN to the bloke before. y’ er in safe hands. ‘

THE GOOD OL' DAYS. 2-D sat up further in bed, his comforter slipping down his bare torso to his hips, and the sudden change in position made him physically cringe. A large hand clapped to the side of his head as if cradling his skull might ease his migraine. Colors drains in front of his eyes and it was as if the pain did too; Things had never been quite the same with him after Plastic Beach, and 2-D wasn't sure if he could ever get back to who he was prior to the years. The trauma laid heavily on him. But Murdoc was trying, and 2-D recognized that, and the last thing he wanted to do was discourage his efforts - As misguided as they might be. (Noodle would surely argue that getting him unprescribed pain medication was not in good faith.)

"Alright," 2-D agreed after sitting there a moment, contemplating "Yeah, alright. I trust you, Murdoc, I just don't want you to get into trouble. That's all." He peeled himself out of bed and dug through a pile of laundry on his bedroom floor for a shirt that smelled clean enough. "Were you lookin' to go to the pub or the night club, or som'thin'?" What time was it, anyway? 2-D glanced at his bedside clock: 5:00pm. The nightlife should be opening up soon. 2-D slipped his shoes on and then sat back down, bringing one heel back on the edge of his mattress. "Can you help me?"

#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ( 2D )#ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ 6 ( 2D )#isgcd #|| THA BOYZ

(I think a lot about how Murdoc apologized to 2-D for years of abuse and trauma by giving him a shiny rock and a demonic yak)

#ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ʏᴏɢᴀ ( ooc )

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@quelled· said: “ i had a nightmare. ” // For Murdoc, from Noodle! 3am sentence starters // accepting

“Yea, and? What do you want m-” He was going to finish the sentence and blow her off, but turning in his chair, he comes to look at his guitarist’s expression. Murdoc clamps his mouth shut. She seems pretty distraught. Okay… what to do. Dealing with a young girl’s emotions… no one’s taught him anything about this.

“Er… you want ta… tell me what it was about…?” He tries. Maybe blabbering about her woes can help. It makes him feel better sometimes.

Murdoc certainly wasn't Noodle's first choice when it came to looking for comfort; He was never cruel to her, but he was certainly rough around the edges. But he was the only one awake in the late, late hours. She opened his bedroom door further as he offered to lend an ear and stepped inside, the foot of a stuffed rabbit still clenched in her fist. She was tougher than most, a portion of her childhood being trained to become a military super soldier, and then transitioning to a guitar prodigy. But she was still just a little girl.

"モンスター," Noodle said simply. She approached Murdoc's chair, "It ate everyone. 私は一人ぼっちにされました。." She rested her hands against his forearm, and then her chin, letting out a sigh through her nose; She knew it sounded ridiculous, but also, Kong Studios had some odd things about it. They worried her.

#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ( Noodle )#ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ 1 ( Noodle )#avunct

heresmyfckngart

Murdadmurdadmurdadmurdadmutfdjsjs

She probably just looked at El Diablo for longer then two seconds and he was like “I’lL sHoW it tO yOU iF YoU wAnT”

#ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ ( Noodle )

quelled:

(Starter call!! Please specify muse!!)

(Im gonna do these tomorrow! Still open for likes.)

#ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ʏᴏɢᴀ ( ooc )

|| tags.

#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ( Noodle )#ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ ( Noodle )#ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ( Noodle )#ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ( Noodle )

rpersunited

no one:

no one at all:

my muse:

#ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ( Zim )#ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ( Michael )

xryn-art

(He’s not. But he’ll try anyway.)

I had a silly little comic idea about Gir not understanding Irken because no one noticed he’d never been encoded with it and… well. It kinda mutated into something else.

In which Gir says some alarming stuff, Zim remembers some alarming stuff (spoiler, it’s trauma) and they both try their best to make sense of a society that literally tossed them into the farthest reaches of space.

TLDR version;

Gir: *is upset*

Zim: …

Zim: did you know Irkens will literally fight to the death because we physically have no choice? How fucked up cool is that?

Gir: :/

(Listen. Zim is a disaster. He’s trying. What do you mean Irken propaganda isn’t comforting. What do you mean following orders even if it nearly kills you is bad. What do you mean-)

#ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ ( Zim )

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