i’ve been thinking abt bringing this boyo back tbh . . . he’ll prolly be in a sideblog over on my main though
sheepfilms
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Kaledo Art
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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i’ve been thinking abt bringing this boyo back tbh . . . he’ll prolly be in a sideblog over on my main though
invaderofdoom:
He watched the interaction with an obvious amount of confusion on his face, an outsider looking in to a world wholly unfamiliar to him. Zim was left standing in the hallway for a rather long period of time as he remained baffled, trying to piece the information together into something concrete. When Sal later appeared outside his home, the invader had a plethora of questions for him.
“Your parents seemed… CONFUSED when addressing you earlier. I have heard of nicknames before-” Once, Zim tried to convince everyone to call him Cool Joe. It didn’t work out very well, but he’d learned a bit in the process. “But surely Sal is a more fitting shortening of your name than Sae is.” He paused, squinting at the boy as he recognized his original clothes. “And why did you change clothes so many times? I assumed these clothes were dirty, but you are wearing them again. I am not letting you inside if those clothes are dirty, Sal.”
“ IT’S MY BIRTH NAME. ” salem starts off. fingers curling around his arm, hugging himself to bring himself a semblance of comfort. something sits on his chest ; a dread, he backs away some from the situation at hand ------- he trusted zim, or wanted to, but would he act like his parents ? there was no guarantee until he would tell him. ” and i’m not dirty, i’m just -------- uhm, i ---- i’m trans, zim, i was born a g ----- girl but i’m a boy. i’m not dirty, i just didn’t want to get into trouble, my parents don’t like people like me ”
HEY GUYS ! after some contemplation, i’ve decided to put salem on a hiatus, since my muse for him has been too low to do anything here. i don’t know how long it’ll take for salems muse to come back, so my main is on @veroxins, so if you wanna keep in contact follow me there !
HEY GUYS ! after some contemplation, i’ve decided to put salem on a hiatus, since my muse for him has been too low to do anything here. i don’t know how long it’ll take for salems muse to come back, so my main is on @veroxins, so if you wanna keep in contact follow me there !
HEY GUYS ! after some contemplation, i’ve decided to put salem on a hiatus, since my muse for him has been too low to do anything here. i don’t know how long it’ll take for salems muse to come back, so my main is on @veroxins, so if you wanna keep in contact follow me there !
HEY GUYS ! after some contemplation, i’ve decided to put salem on a hiatus, since my muse for him has been too low to do anything here. i don’t know how long it’ll take for salems muse to come back, so my main is on @veroxins, so if you wanna keep in contact follow me there !
HEY GUYS ! after some contemplation, i’ve decided to put salem on a hiatus, since my muse for him has been too low to do anything here. i don’t know how long it’ll take for salems muse to come back, so my main is on @veroxins, so if you wanna keep in contact follow me there !
HEY GUYS ! after some contemplation, i’ve decided to put salem on a hiatus, since my muse for him has been too low to do anything here. i don’t know how long it’ll take for salems muse to come back, so my main is on @veroxins, so if you wanna keep in contact follow me there !
Power is turned off. I’ll be on discord until it gets turned back on.
Inbox call !
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This woman was much more… persistent and frantic than most humans. She seemed awfully concerned about Zim’s alleged skin condition even though he had tried to assure the crowd that he was perfectly fine. Why did she care so much? She didn’t know him. Was she worried it was contagious? This was the first time in his life that he had actually found the skool faculty useful as they and a few others tried to settle the possibly rabid woman down.
It wasn’t until Sal began addressing the woman as his mother, did Zim realise they shared any sort of relation, and he blinked wildly in confusion at Sal’s question. They had not talked about this, and this was certainly not a part of the agreement they’d made. Of course, he still wanted answers, AND to get away from this woman as quickly as possible, so if allowing Sal to to come over would accomplish that, he would allow it. Letting the boy inside was another thing all together, but surely Sal couldn’t do much harm with the knowledge of where Zim lived. Even Dib couldn’t do anything with that knowledge, and Sal was far less irksome than he was.
“Uhhhh right. Yes, we need to work on a… BOOK report together… It’s very important.”
“ alright ! ” a hand is affectionately placed atop sals head / eliciting a slight flinch from the boy; permission is given easily, while he’s led away by his parents &&. the counselor afterwards, salem avoids eye contact with anyone &&. everyone, mumbling a ‘ see you ‘ to zim, although unsure that he’d even hear it, as they walked away to speak to the counselor in the privacy of their office;
they call him sae, &&. for now, salem does not correct them. facing the uncomfortable dread that comes with it seemingly alone, at least his mother &&. the counselor was there to keep the peace. salem doesn’t appear on zims doorstep until later, back in his normal clothes &&. if he didn’t seem so nervous perhaps this would be a normal sight.
which cryptid has the best arms to fall asleep in?
i dont think mothman has arms but he can wrap his wings all around u and that sounds nice
petition to make mothman hug me as i fall asleep
irksupreme:
Children have a flair for MISCHIEF.
The boy struggles as Purple looms, shadowed by height. Features impossible to make out beneath a veil of inky pink. Officers seem to seek order from their leader, but anything spoken in irken-tongue is cut abrupt by the hsss of a crude apparatus. The irken that had restrained their intruder recoils at the burst of Earth-water—and the remaining ones use their own forms to shield as much of the Tallest as their stature allows, rendering themselves incapacitated the further it s e e p s into the material of their uniforms.
Purple had flinched, the spray catching a portion of his face. It burns like oil fat, and perhaps he’d be inclined to curl into himself while he recovers if the boy’s frantic getaway hadn’t called for his attention. He could just let him go. It’d be less work; not his problem. Unfortunately, the stinging of his face isn’t enough to suffocate the excitement brimming at the prospect of a chase; it burbles up, overflows in the form of a strangled cackle that accompanies the metallic shnk of his PAK legs activating, carrying him over the sprawled forms of his injured underlings.
“Hey! Where are you heading?! Aw, don’t go! Come back and show me some more of those funny little GADGETS.”
salem tries. runs, slipping past one or two clueless irkens, a sort of panic &&. confusion spreading when the tallest is seen giving chase to the human child. he does not bother to look back until they’re away from the ones he had soaked &&. when he does, the terror that his expression holds is far too great. he does not know where the ships are, or where dib was; if dib was even ever there; ( he hopes that dib wasn’t captured like he was )
he gives a yell as another reaches &&. yanks him back by his arm. this time, he doesn’t use a gadget, allowing himself to stay there; the same kind of gadget as before lies on his belt loop, yet he saves it until the tallest is closer, yanking back the trigger in a way that leaves his fingertips bruised &&. dripping with blood.
invader zim theory salem is canon he’s just hiding from all the bullshit and hanging out w gaz
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This was something that Professor himself had plenty of experience with — so of course he would help. Salem was like a child to him, with how often the kid ended up around his house. & He seemed to be good friends with his son. It was the least Professor could do. While he wasn’t a hundred percent certain, he felt as though things weren’t all too good for the boy in his home situation. & so he had made the decision, on his own, to try & treat Salem as his own any time he was around.
❝ I have experience with this stuff, you know. ❞ He would motion his head to the now empty needle as he removed it from the boy’s arm to let him know what he was referring to. While Professor had invented a new method of hormone injections, he still wasn’t sure what the effects of it being used on someone so young were. But.. it always was an option. Brows would furrow though as he noticed the expression across Salem’s face. & he understood, to some extent, the struggles that came with this kind of stuff. So he would offer out, a helping hand of some sort as he moved to set the needle aside.
❝ If you ever need to talk about something, I’m here for you, Salem. ❞
“ really ? ” salem would look up from following the needle with his gaze, hopeful. enjoying the idea of a dad that at least accepted him as salem instead of hanging onto a deceased idea of someone he’d used to be. moments of silence are spent in contemplation; realizes that he’s taking valuable time away from gaz &&. dib with their dad.
hesitantly he nods; repeating membrane although already having permission to talk to him. his arms rest on his lap where he fidgets with his hands, ” can i talk to you ? it’s about my dad . . . ”
invaderofdoom:
It didn’t take long for people to notice Zim’s amazing distraction. He was very good at getting people’s attention, after all, and if it weren’t for how uncomfortably close a few people got as they heard his claim, he would have been quite proud of the ruckus he managed to cause. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Sal to slip away, so Zim didn’t need to keep up the charade for too long. “Eh, false alarm, go about your normal business, humans, Zim is fine.”
He waved a single hand in dismissal as he turned his attention back to where Sal had disappeared, watching impatiently until he returned in an entirely new outfit. That was a little weird, right? Didn’t humans normally only wear one outfit a day? He opened his mouth to question the child, but was promptly handed a note before he could. Zim squinted slightly at the letters before returning his gaze to Sal, a befuddled expression on his face.
“Eh, yes, I’m fine. There’s no need to worry about me. Just, eh… allergies.”
the boys mother continues to dote over zim for a few more seconds, trying to be completely sure that zim okay, although acting as if he may fall apart; unknowing of what skin condition he may have. she’s blamed it on the anti vaccination community already. salem &&. his father gets her to back off easily, among with the counselors explanation of what they had on the skin disease in hopes that she’d back off.
salems far too quiet, his arms wrapped around himself; he’s thankful, that it isn’t a dress, but the dysphoria hitting him doesn’t care. he’s quiet, he feels smaller, he feels like sae; but swiftly salem agrees to be sylv, the tomboyish person who’d hang around with dib; it’s better then sae, at least. ” mom, i’m gonna go over to zims house later, okay ? ” / he’s smiling, nudging zim as if to tell her that the allergy boy was zim. they agree to leave now; he looks to zim, silently asking for help somehow, knowing he’s likely to get another lecture.
’ RAGE is all that i have known / surviving in a land of ghosts is no easy feat ; rage destroys, it heals, but it can only protect if you wield that sword ’ ————– independent , selective , iconless world of warcraft original character ‘ EROLANE GRIMSHEILD ’ written by rayden.