#dorque

[artsymoonlight]

I see Dib forgetting his promises if he ever had friends.

[rllymilerlly]

Zim: Do you want to keep screaming at me for shooting your boyfriend or do you want to find your sister

Dib: I CAN MULTITASK

A lil scene from my Resisty AU

[melodyofthevoid]

Hi, sorry if I bother you, but I have a few ideas of your fics living rent free in my head for a while, but I was too shy to shared them before because... well, they are some kind of spin off of the kid au? I mean, takes place before and after the chapter where Zim stops Dib for trying to go back in the mirror. Of course you don’t have to use them or anything, personally I will gladly to write them first to show you, but the truth is that I'm still not confident enough with my english.

A very cute scenario, I just like respectful man torque. He's a good dude. Poor Dib is flustered af and trying to figure out how he feels about this. And yeah Zim really would be a jealous little bean. He's just starting to like the Dib don't take him. That's such a lovely scene man. Good food.

[snackleggg]

The best thing to me about Dorque is that Torque is the quiet calm one while Dib just has an internal burning ball of rage ready to be released at any time and I just have the mental image of little goth boyfriend trying to pick a fight while big soft jock boyfriend drags him away. I love it

[davemustaine]

marty friedman | 1990

from the vault, vol 2

[less-depresso-more-espresso]

12. Dorque

Writing Thingy

12. “He has his heart set on it, trust me." 

Torque didn't know what to expect of the Membrane household. From what he knew, Dib had two family members: his father, a world-famous scientist, and his sister. Torque hadn't personally met Dib's sister, but he'd seen Dib sitting with her during lunch. She usually had some sort of gaming console in hand. He'd never seen her without it, really.

Given this, he was obviously a little nervous while picking up Dib for their date. He knocked on the door, heart in his throat. The door clicked open within a few seconds. There was Dib's sister, playing a Gameslave with one hand and holding open the door with the other. She paused her game and stared up at Torque. Or at least, he thought she was staring. Her eyes were very squinty.

"Oh. You must be the boy-toy."

Torque blushed. "WHAT?!"

"Dib's upstairs," Then she walked away without another word. So Torque gulped and walked inside.

The house was very gothic, lined in dark blues and blacks. And there was a lot, and he meant a lot, of Professor Membrane memorabilia.

He stood awkwardly in their living room, not quite sure what to do with himself.

"So what are you guys doing tonight?" Dib's sister asked.

"I don't know. Dib's picking."

"He's gonna take you cryptid hunting. He has his heart set on it, trust me."

Torque smirked. "How do you know?"

"He's my brother, and cryptids are the only thing he ever talks about. And, y'know, you."

Torque's face was lit on fire. "Uh- Erm- Really?"

The girl scoffed. "Yeah. It's fucking annoying."

"GAZ WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!" Dib yelled, gliding down the stairs. Oh. So her name was Gaz.

She shrugged. "Just that you wanna fuck Mothman."

"NO I DON'T!" Dib shouted. He grabbed Torque's arm and tugged him toward the door. "I'MLEAVINGNOWBYE!"

Dib slammed the door behind them. His face was red as a tomato. He adjusted his glasses and fiddled with his backpack straps. "Sorry. She's... Weird."

"She seems nice," Torque said, as if in consolation.

Dib scoffed. "Yeah, that's one word for it."

Torque smiled. "You look nice."

Dib got even more red, if you could believe that possible. "SHUT UP!!"

[sanseru]

Some random highschool dorque stuff- or is it dadr? Maybe?? Idk man but here ya go.

[grimalkinmessor]

Tfw you have to drag your chaotically feral dumbass boyfriend away from throwing down with an entire nest of vampires