#team zits

[seppypeppy158]

ZITS pokemon legends Z-A au?

So i was planning on starting to write some more pokemon au, and Legends Z-A sounds really fun to do. It helps that team z-a has four members, so i was also planning to make Impulse the one who visits. Teams still need to be made, but i'm open to suggestions.

[yayaza-b33]

Poly zit

HECK YEAH

add skizzy though

POLY ZITS!!!!!!!!!

[yayaza-b33]

Part two of ZITS screenshots!!!

Part one

Great stream indeed!

[yayaza-b33]

Man that was a good ZITS stream... they're so stupid <333

Here's some of my screenshots from it!!! I'll make a part two for the rest probably

Part two!

[seppypeppy158]

Please give me your ZITS headcanons, 'cause i want to write for them.

I think i'd would have more readers if i'd write outside the ships i like most, but i do have an idea of how i finally can write a ZITS fic without making a whole new story simply for them. It can be romantic, but can it please be platonic.

[days-until-burnout]

So this may be a weird request but zits + Jimmy romantic if you are willing to?

📧 Day 1 (b) -

Characters - Zedaph/Impulse/Tango/Skizz/Jimmy Words - 580 Time - 15 mins Content - Superhero AU | Non-descript injuries

As soon as the door opens and a tall, white blond man peeks in, the room erupts with far too loud cheers.

“Hey! It’s Dr. Sexy!”

Jimmy flusters, scurrying inside quickly to close the door behind him, not wanting to disturb the other patients more. He shakes his head, gaze jumping from person to person with resignation.

“We knew you’d come around.” Skizz says, proudly from the hospital bed, chest wrapped with more bandages than shirt.

Jimmy rolls his eyes, then replies with sweet sarcasm, “Just couldn’t stay away.” He shakes his head then sighs, walking over to check the previous notes. “And I’m not a doctor. Just a nurse, stop calling me that.”

“You’re saving lives, same thing,” Skizz waves off.

Impulse scoffs. “The people here will kill you if they heard you say that.”

As Skizz and Impulse go into a small spat, Jimmy walks over to the other bed, checking Zedaph’s vitals and making sure his bandages aren’t too tight or bled through too quickly.

“How are you feeling?”

Zed shrugs with a smile. “Like a truck ran me over.”

“An eighteen wheeler, at that,” Tango adds with a giggle.

“I should ban you all from doing anything remotely dangerous,” Jimmy sighs, but his tone is too soft to have any bite. And the way they look at him, all adoring and like he’s the sun itself, he knows he can’t.

He couldn’t, even if he tried.

“I know you do important work,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he pinches the sheets on Zed’s bed, unable to look at any of them, “but it worries me so, so much. I… I can’t even watch the news! Because it’s always so busy when you’re out there. Ambulances rushing people in from injuries and stuff and just… It’s hard, being here while you are all out there.”

Zed reaches over, knocking Jimmy’s knuckles with his own. “Hey, come on. You do important work over here too.”

“Yeah!” Skizz beams, his voice always loud and carrying that certainty that is often likely to break through Jimmy’s hesitation. “With no civilians to keep safe, then we’d be out of a job!”

Tango rolls his eyes, “I can see why someone stabbed you.”

“Hey! I’m just trying to make Jimmy feel better!”

“Sure, sure,” Tango laughs. He leans on the armrest of his chair, turning his head to look at Jimmy. When he finds Jimmy looking, he winks at him, sending him to look away quickly, the tips of his ears going a bright pink. “But he’s right. You are needed here, and we are needed out there. That’s just how it has to be.”

“I know,” Jimmy drawls, then his shoulders drop as he exhales.

“We come around often, too, so you can’t miss us that much.” Impulse laughs, and that does draw a small laugh from Jimmy. He gestures at Skizz to prove a point. “This guy, especially.”

Skizz sits up abruptly, yanking the sheets to the side as he makes his way to stand up, fists ready to collide with Impulse’s face — Jimmy rushes over as the others laugh.

“Don’t move!” he reprimands, holding him back by the shoulder. “You’re going to make it worse! Stop it. I don’t have the equipment to stitch you back up if you pull at them!”

Begrudgingly, Skizz settles back down, hissing and groaning as the pain comes in bursts.

“He deserved it,” he mumbles, grumpy.

Jimmy only chuckles.

_____

[click for a random day]

[pixxelcatt]

THE FINAL GUY THE SKIZZLEMAN

Finally I have all my ZITS :)

[woofuspigeon]

This has been on my white board of drawings ideas for at least a year

But have ZITS dying their hair cause why not

Also, pretend this is at least somewhat accurate, I’m actually a bit pleased with this one

Also also, wow it’s been a while since I’ve last drawn Zed, I need to draw him more