.:Irken Dooms Day:..:Irken Dooms Day:.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
In the midst of an odd suburban street, stood an obviously out of place home. This was the resting place of a less than threatening to most being. Zim was an alien invader of a race called the Irkens, from an extraterrestrial planet named Irk. These Irkens bred their kind in factories for maximum numbers, and every Irken is set to a job. Some are accepted to Invader Operations, in which they attack a planet to harvest it's goods and destroy or enslave the previous life. Only the best of the training academy is accepted to the Invader career. Invader Zim is infact, not actually an invader, but his leaders, the tallest sent him to a "secret" mission to get him away, and hopefully to die on his journey to the unknown planet. This did not happen, so Zim set up his base of operations, siphoning power from nearby human buildings and utilities. The surrounding humans are oblivious to his out of place base, all except a kid named Dib. Dib instantly sees through Zim's disguise the first day
Ti Amo Bella Ch.1 RomanoXReader(age 3)Ti Amo Bella Ch.1 RomanoXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
My dad works for two Old Italian men, who owns this small, delicatessen. It’s called, “A taste of Italy”. After school, my dad picks me up, and drives to the store. Just hearing the sound of the bells jingling above the entrance will capture the attention of Ralph Anzivino, and Roma Vargas. I love coming to the store with dad. The sound of Italian music from the old stereo Mr. Anzivino refuses to get rid of blasts throughout the store. The scent of olives, and spices fills the air, making your mouth water.
“Ah (Father’s name)! Right on time as always. You even brought the little bella bambina too.” Mr. Vargas says, as he lifts me up with his strong arms, and swings me around. I giggle and squeal with delight. Dad chuckles, and puts his apron on, ready to start work. Mr. Anzivino turns up the music, as Frank Sinatra sings
“Ve~ (Name) you’re here!” Feliciano Vargas, the grandson of Roma says happily.