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Thinking about how multiple people are completely obsessed with Zim.

Like, there’s Dib and Keef, and arguably Tak because he ruined her life and left her consumed with vengeance, and Skoodge, who follows him around like a puppy and does whatever he says.

But then there’s also that Fitzoo-Menga/Virooz guy who was apparently cyberstalking him for years, even before he started his mission on earth, and became so opinionated and possessive over a very specific ideal version of him he decided he wanted to literally become him.

And of course there’s also Zib, who actually did effectively become him by merging their minds and masquerading as him in front of a cult made up entirely of alternate versions of him devoted to his worship.

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Well since this is entirely about rarepairs here's a throwback thursday

Back in 2011 I experimented with writing ZaZR. No not that one, the other ZaZR! Zim/Zita, of course!

Idk what my logic was exactly. I think I just wanted to take something random and see if I could make it work. Zita always seemed like one of the nicer kids at the school so like. Why not, ya know? I don't remember much of the story because I never did much with it, but I think it took place in high school- sorry, Hi-Skool and I used the old cliche of them getting put together to work on a project. And while they're spending more time together, they genuinely become friends and start to like each other? Idk. I tried finding my old files but I didn't save them, which is weird because I usually save everything even if it never goes anywhere. Hm. Ah well. Lost to the ages..

But yeah I think Zim started genuinely opening up once he had someone who was interested in him but also took no shit, which he admired, and I imagined it being surprisingly fluffy and eventually she learns he's an alien and is cool with it and etc etc happily ever after idk

anyway here's the singular fanart I did for this truly incredible and groundbreaking ship

and that's my throwback thursday story, thanks for reading

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OUR CURSED ART FROM THE CHAOS STREAM!!!!

thank you for joining @bananazim @mybrainisbigpoop @aperfecttimeforscreaming and I! twas super fun

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⚠️Triggering content such as toxic relationships, addiction, strong language, and self harm. You have been warned. This is all fictional.⚠️

Day 25: Taste for blood

I can taste your blood in my mouth. The sensation of flesh as your guts rip out. It getting my high. I feel so alive. My mind a buzz like bees in a hive. You’re my dream. My cyanide. I get dunk off your lies. You feed me a feast my eyes gone wide. As my heart goes out you stitch my mouth shut. Keeping your secrets even in death. Your love tastes sweat like candy but it is my suicide. I’d die a million time and shed a thousand tears if I could have a love this pure. You’re getting me drunk off of your lies but perhaps I was blind. You make me sick. You speak to my soul. Why won’t you let me go. It’s toxic to feel this way. Let me rot and melt away. My fingers scrape in this coffin as I feel my sanity decay. You whisper it will be okay but I know not today. You’re the devil, a demon, a skank yet a whore can’t love me this way. You’re my jagged broken glass paradise. You are just like me and together we make we. It’s toxic, it’s not, a paradox. A parasitic parade of magic together we make a symphony. A meltdown melodramatic musical. We are what they teach in school. Don’t do drugs, don’t have sex, don’t get together with your ex. We love, we laugh, we live, we kill, we die. Choking on crystal cigarettes we coat in powdered suicide. A substance so sweet that I was never the same and so we meet. At the end of the street we hold hands and gaze at the hellfire sun set of the remains of our lives. We set the blaze all on our own. We build a new home. You’re bad, you’re good, you’re toxic, you’re my antidote. I love you. I hate you. You rewired my brain. Weaved together flesh, I’ll never be the same. To them we’re strange but this is normal in a fucked up kind of way. We feed each glass and laugh but we take each other to the hospital when sick. This isn’t glamorous. This isn’t bliss. Yet somehow this is something I’ll miss. A kiss of life, a kiss of death. I love you like I hate you and this is the best. Yet together we bash in our skulls and bulldoze the rest. My roaches to my rats there’s no one like you and I. I hope we will never die. Together it is just you and I. Nothing will ever taste this sweet for your love is nothing I can quit. You’re my hateful addiction. I’ll overdose. Yet if I lose you I’ll miss you the most.