#irk

[helloree1]

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[goldenasters]

[rnainframe]

grace stuff

fan entities + guys based on an au where there's guys being haunted by specific entities (yes the ire guy intentionally resembles my mark)

[baannan]

Small iz comic:)

For getting the sense you must to translate Zim’s text (just the regular fun interactive part)

[pawfulofwaffles]

Thinking about how Irkens come from planet Irk cuz they're annoying is only funny until you realize we literally have a country named Ireland.

[badboybingus]

Clip from housewives of Atlanta

This scene reminded me of tallest purple idk why

[zimsrightantenna]

Heyy this might be weird but i figured id ask you since youve been in thebiz fandom for a while, i took a break from the Fandom and completely forgot the names of all my favorite stories i was following and i was wondering if you could help me find this one where zim basically has censorship built into his pack tgat doesn't allow him to fully understand emotional nuances in language like a 1984 knockoff. I love the trope where the pak is basically a mind control device thats responsible bor zims emotionally stunted state . I want the little green man to SUFFER

I do remember a plot like this but I haven't bookmarked it and I'm going to need a little more details to be able to find it, for example if you read it on ao3 or ffnet or wattpad or any other site, and what other characters and plot elements was in it, if it took place on earth, irk, on the armada, the resisty, or in space otherwise. Just any info that is searchable. It feels like the one I'm thinking of is either zadr or razr, if it was gen fic then we're thinking of different stories I'm afraid

Also @aperfecttimeforscreaming and @irkenheretic feel like they might know something about this and since they're both authors they might even have written about it or know who wrote it, I think irkenheretic was experimenting with html and Zim's broken internal dialogue in one fic?

If anyone else in the fandom knows which fic this is please reblog with the link or send it in my ask box if you prefer to be anonymous!

[hazbinshusk]

Here's your reminder to talk about Husk burying his face between a pair of soft, squishy thigha

ahh, irk, I should have known I could count on you :)

husk and thighs... oh, he's such a happy kitty if he can squeeze your thighs. I posted recently about loving how big his hands are, and picturing them wrapped around thighs, his claws pressing into the soft, squeezable flesh...

imagine sitting on one of the couches in the lobby of the hotel and he comes and stretches out beside you, dropping his head into your lap. either he's looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a soft smile, or his chin in resting on your thigh and he's purring into your lap as you run your fingers through his fur and scratch around the base of his ears. its so comforting and safe for him, to be wrapped in the warmth of you while he lets himself sink into the gentle, calming embrace.

imagine laying on your stomach on the bed and having husk crawl in next to you, rest his head on the small of your back, and wrap an arm around your thighs and fall asleep like that, smoothing his hand up and down your leg, rhythmically squeezing the flesh, pressing kisses to the dip of your lower back and mumbling just how much he loves you. imagine that hand making biscuits, massaging deeply into the flesh, claws pricking your skin with each push... he can't help it, he doesn't even fully realize he's doing it. he's just so comfortable, your thighs are so soft... who could blame him?

imagine husk laying on his stomach between your knees, peppering soft kisses up over your inner thighs as he grips them in his claws. massaging them gently, slowly, as he brings his mouth higher, nipping at the soft skin and muscle, the rough texture of his tongue making you shiver as he spends far too long just savoring the taste and the feel of your thighs. husk will watch goosebumps follow his touch, watch the muscles twitch under his touch, his tail twitching away behind him, a cat playing a game.

imagine him groaning, deep in the back of his throat, with your knees over his shoulders as he eats you out. the feel of them squeezing around his head making his eyes rolls back; he'll hold them there, dig his claws deep enough into your thighs to draw blood.

imagine him grasping at them as you ride his lap, clutching at them desperately, running his hands over them while you roll your hips over his. and he'll tell you just how good every part of you feels when he touches you.

imagine him in his more feral moments, digging his claws and teeth into your thighs, marking them with rough kisses and bloody bite marks that will linger for days after he's done with you. perfectly tucked away under your clothing of course. but... wear a skirt, something you can lift so he can see them again... or something short enough that bending over will give him a glance of the bruises he's left behind... claiming marks... oh, it'll take everything he has not to take you again right there at the bar.

just... husk and thighs.