Dib in Luminescence: *tries to insult Selpa by calling him the worst*
Also Dib: *has been using, "you're the worst," as a replacement for, "I love you," with Zim*
okay but fr I had thoughts about writing a selpapi fic of my own I hate how enamored I am with a crack pairing
Dib is nothing if not predictable. ✊😔
Also, it still blows my mind that people seem to like this crack pairing so much, but I am 100% down for it. Feel free to write fic or make art or anything! I absolutely die (in a good way) whenever someone does anything based on this fic or these characters.
Also...I may...or may not...have a sequel to Luminescence in the works. Just something I've been working on every now and then in between getting chapters of my other (real?? official??) fics done. Here is a preview!
“You were experiencing a disruption in your sleep patterns,” he said, matter-of-fact. Dib just continued staring up at him, wet-eyed and panting with adrenaline, clutching the blankets to his shirtless chest.
“I dreamed that-” he gasped, disoriented, babbling, “I just – it was so real, and...fuck…”
“You’re awake now,” Selpa said, as if he thought Dib would have trouble realizing it for himself.
“Yeah, with you standing over my bed like some kind of demon,” Dib grumbled, running a hand through his shaggy hair, “you know what else had glowing yellow eyes, don’t you?”
“Zombie antelope,” Selpa droned.
“Zombie antelope!” Dib announced at the same time.
“Yes. We know. What happened?”
“I had a nightmare,” Dib grumbled, pulling his knees up and resting his forearms on them, back curving. In the thin light, Selpa could see the ridges of his bones, his muscles, the thin white lines of a few scars he had collected over the years. “It’s like a um…”
“We know what nightmares are. You, for instance.”
“You’re fucking hilarious, you know that?” Dib brought his wrist to his face, turning away to wipe the tears. Selpa felt his embarrassment. The sadness, the fear that still gripped him even now.
“You may...speak about it, if you think that will help,” Selpa said, apprehensive, “you do like to speak.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dib muttered.
“A first,” he remarked, surprised.