ZaDFish - Band ClassThe band room was noisy, as students took out their instruments, cleaned them, tuned them, and blew obnoxious notes on them when the teacher wasn't looking.
Ignoring everyone as he always did, Zim walked past them to grab his case. He really didn't like this class, but he had to choose some kind of elective and figured this wouldn't be too hard. It wasn't for him, being a fast learner, but some of the other students were just terrible.
He went to sit in his section, taking out his piccolo and putting the pieces together, making sure they were aligned correctly. After ensuring that the surface was not smudged in any way, he laid it across his lap and watched the clock in boredom. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he kinda wanted Dib to get here arguing with him was always an entertaining way to start the morning.
Soon enough, he sensed the boy enter the room and turned to watch him. Dib picked his way through the crowd of students and instruments easily. He's always been ligh
ZADF - Laughter And Sadness Cornering the irken, Dib noticed Zim didn't seem to be afraid to go near the water. He narrowed his eyes a little. "Aren't you scared, Zim?"More Like This
Zim glanced back at the water with a shrug. "No, why would I be? It is just pathetic, lowly water!"
Dib, however ,wasn't falling for it. He smirked. "I see.....there is something you aren't telling me, space boy!"
"Yep!" GIR piped in from behind his sand castle. "When he rolls around in gluey stuff he can go in da WATER! Wheeee! I'm a monkey!!"
Zim's hands immediately flew up to pull at his eye sockets. "GIR! How could you?!"
"Ah-ha!!" Dib jumped up and down triumphantly, pointing a finger at his former enemy. "I knew it! I knew it! THAT'S why you were always bringing paste to school, and stealing it from the classroom! I wish I had known this before our truce, I would have used it to my advantage," he sniggered.
The irken scoffed at that. "Well, what would you have done? Prevented me f
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“I’m not crazy!!” Dib screamed, desperately trying to plead his case. “Let me go!!” The boy struggled to get free but to no avail.
The two nurses held firmly to the distressed and thrashing child. Another man wrapped the corpse of the dog in a blanket. "We'll have him buried in the pet cemetery." He stated to the boy, hoping it would ease his mind a bit.
The mention of the pet cemetery hardly calmed Dib, making him flail and scream more loudly. “NO! Don’t bury him there! Just give him back!” He looked to the doctor now in pure distress and agony. “I didn’t kill him I swear… Just let me go!”
"Okay, okay! Take it easy!" The man frowned with a guarded demeanor, not wanting to upset him further. "I'm sorry Dib, we'll just keep you overnight and study you. We aren’t saying that you killed the dog, we just want to make sure everything is working right in your brain." Dr.Gaul explained to him as sl
Purple guy x phone guy - anime"Have fun you two~"More Like This
The door was shut. Phone Guy was up in a flash, banging his hand on the door.
"Jeremy! JEREMY! I TRUSTED YOU! HOW COULD YOU LOCK ME IN HERE WITH THAT?! JEREMY!!!"
Vincent pouted, supporting his weight on his upper arms. He started to get up.
"How could you babe? I thought you loved me~"
Phone turned around and was suddenly face-to-face with Vincent who wrapped his arms around his waist. Phone shivered, trying to get out of the killer's grip, but there was a door behind him and the arms held him in place as Vincent began to place kisses over the side of his neck. Vincent pulled away then leaned in to kiss the polished red surface of the mask, but was interrupted by music. Both occupants of the small room turned to look at a small TV screen which had Rosario Vampire playing. They stood there awkwardly as they watched the first episode. Then, slowly, they unravelled themselves and moved to sit in front of the screen.
"What. The *censored*. Is this."
They watched for a
Is FNAF dead?You know that death minigame when purple guy dies inside the springtrap suit, the audio recording on the phone calls mention something like that, telling you that you can wear the suits. But purple guy is struggling to survive inside the suit. He's trying to escape, be free, even trying to tear off his mask to do so. Even without the suit, he's still unrecognizable, and forever in pain. But he still has full control over the suit, still planning his murdurous way, until the fire of course. But their are still many questions, who is the main character you play as, what are the phantoms, who is the phone guy, who is the purple guy, and one of the biggest questions, Is Five Nights At Freddy's dead?More Like This
Heck no! The fandom is still alive! Springtrap survived the fire and could make a return! Their is even an image catching a lot of attention. www.deviantart.com
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A row of angry clicks and chirps could be heard down the hall from the Officer's quarters, making the few mechs walking down there roll their optics and share a look. Skywarp had a laugh and elbowed TC when the angry fit seemed to get even worst.
"Looks like Star's not going to get much recharge tonight, huh, bro!" He grinned mischievioulsy, making his sibling roll his optics in annoyance.
"Shut it up, Warp! I'm sure Starscream's capable of handling the triplets! Stop teasing him about it, will you?" The stern and serious tune made Skywarp huff and pout some. Then he narrowed his optics and added in a slight hiss. "You didn't give them sweets AGAIN, did you?..."
The dark seeker looked sheepish and grinned some, the culprit was now crystal clear! TC sighed and rolled his optics then slapped his moronic brother on the head, making him yelp in pain and glare.
"You're no fun TC! What was that for?! That's not like I did something wrong! Sweets wont do them wing
Dinobots mate Hunting PrologueDisclaimer : I don't own Transformers animated, they're own by Hasbro!More Like This
A/N: Another requested fic! Will have heavy slash and MPreg in future chapters. Sticky and smutty and everything else, you know me! The Dinobots are hunting for a mate, and have already spotted the perfect mates for each of them! You'll have to read to see who will be paired with each of them!
Note 2: Now being Beta-readed! Chapters will be reposted!
Warning: Slashy, smutty, sticky, and slight non-con at the beginning. MPreg in later chapters.
Dinobot's Mate Hunting!
Prologue: feeling the urge
The Dinobots were becoming more and more restless over the weeks. At first, they didn't know what was affecting them. Grimlock was moodier then usual and was trashing everything that crossed his path, Swoop was flying over the island over and over again in circles like an oversized bird of prey, and Snarl was smashing things to vent a rising tension, similar to a frustration.
"Me, Grimlock, do not understand! Why us Din
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Quietly, Dib hummed out a light moan. He felt warm. The soft surface he was on complimented well with the blanket holding him in the bed. He was tucked in nicely. With another hum, the tall male slowly opened his eyes, focusing on a green being he knew as 'Zim' leaning in over him.
"Wha..?" He asked, clearly not knowing what was going on.
Zim's expression went from worried to relieved then to angry.
"You ASS!" He yelled, slapping Dib hard in the face.
Dib's cheek hit the side of his pillow at the force. He brought his eyes back on Zim before turning his face normal again. "What was that for?!" He asked quickly, bringing a hand up to grab his cheek. That's when it all came back to him. He wore a most pitiful look on his face, followed by a drawn out, "Oh."
"I can't BELEIVE YOU!" Zim roared. "Cant you ever think about ANYTHING!?"
Dib frowned and looked away. A hand, still under the blanket he was so neatly tucked under, ran up his bare skin and felt bandages, slightly moist wi
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Dib retreated on the couch before standing to his feet, fingers nimbly scaling over his own chest, staining themselves in blood. His eyes stared wide at Zim. "Wh-" He held his breath and his question. "I- Im sorry.." Fear was visible on the human's face- the type of fear he had never before shown Zim.
"Yeah, now you are." Zim said, giving a sharp glare.
Dib backed up more. What was he thinking? Maybe Zim was right, maybe he really didnt trust Dib at all. No, that couldnt be right- perhaps he did trust Dib, but that Dib just screwed up so horribly wrong. "I'm - I'm- Whatever." He turned and quickly left Zim alone in the living room to go up back to his room.
Zim pulled his knees up to his chest to glare at the TV angrily. Why did he feel so bad for hurting Dib all of the sudden? He DID deserve it after all. Zim was completely justified in what he did. At least that how he felt yet a small pang of guilt still made itself known despite all of that. Should he apologize?
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Zim reclined on the couch lazily.
Three months, it had been three months since he and Dib had gotten married.
And still no girlfriend.
"You're really picky," He informed Dib.
"That's because the world is shallow." Dib told Zim, taking a seat next to Zim.
"You know we're out of... everything... right?" Zim asked boredly. "We need fooooood, Dib."
Dib groaned. "Fine. I'll go shopping." He got up and slipped on his shoes. "Want anything in particular?"
"Yeah, sodas." Zim said. "The cherry kind."
"'Kay." Dib turned to the door. "I'll see you in a little bit." And with that, he left to the store.
"Bread, bread, bread, bread," Dib searched the isles, finding the bread isle and walking in. He reached up to grab the loaf.
"Oh my GAWD! DIB!" Someone said excitedly, rushing over to him.
Dib blinked and looked over, taking the bread into his arms. He saw a tall girl who must have been all legs, with long purple hair that tumbled passed her shoulders, soft looking pale skin and a perfect smile come
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Rating : PG-13
Warnings: Character Death
Summary : One-shot, drama/suspense, no pairings. The Irken Empire has fallen, the Armada is no more, the Tallest are hiding in the remains of the Massive waiting for their doom.
Disclaimer : Its all Jhonens.
Author Note : This is angsty. I intended no pairings, but maybe if you squint
The Massive was deadly silent. Gone were the drones, the soldiers, the robots. Gone were the snacking days. The most powerful ship of the once fearsome Irken Armada had been abandoned by its crew just before crash-landing on a now deserted planet.
In a corner of the main bridge now covered in darkness were two huddled green figures. Their uniforms stained with blood, their armors broken and defective, their paks now useless, their expression tainted with fear, both Tallest curled around one another to share warmth and reassurance in the middle of the cold night.
They knew it wouldnt be long before He came to t
Tempus Fugit: Time is FudgeMore Like This
Tempus Fugit (Time is Fudge)
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Author note: Nah, not ZADR, not today folks. Well, you can always read into it what you want, but Id rather keep this ficlet neutral
Important note: I KNOW THAT DIBS LAST NAME ISNT MEMBRANE! No need to tell me. Im just using this common mistake in this story, youll see why. Also, usually I write Zim taller than he is in the show, but here he's still tiny. And the first scene happens while Dib is still a kid, like the show.
Disclaimer: Invader Zim and all the characters in it are © Jhonen Vasquez. Im just playing with them.
You you cant just leave! protested the big-headed kid, his eyes shining with disbelief.
You have no say in this, human spat the Invader, while disconnecting the last of his surveillance gnomes. My people need me.
But whos going to try to take over Earth if you arent there anymore?
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Dib, with his glasses slumped to the edge of his nose, dreamily turned his gaze to his alien lover. He had his eyes placed, though he wasn't paying attention, to his large purple television. He had his right arm resting comfortably in his lap with his legs lazily crossed and his other black rubber-gloved hand was lounging openly across the magenta couch.
"Hey Zim?", Dib asked suddenly.
"Present.", Zim replied, flicking his maroon eyes to him.
"What do you think a FAMILY-", saying the word uncomfortably," would be like? For us?"
In truth, neither Zim nor Dib had ever experienced a family. Zim was born from a tube and 3 seconds later was sent for military training. Dib's father was a workaholic and barely ever saw his son in person and his sister wouldn't and doesn't care if he's gone or dead or whatever. They both found the thought a little odd of topic, but Dib thought he might as well get Zim's opinion on it.
"Family? You mean Smeets and mates and stuff?", he raised a slic
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The tall Spaniard was just realizing this when he lowered himself slowly to his knees. The stone in front of him was roughly cut, yet the words carved into it looked painstakingly neat. He remembered when he had etched those words into the stone it had taken him forever just to get a single letter.
He lifted his shaky hand and ran a finger over the name.
He hadn’t put a last name or a birth date. He hadn’t wanted anyone else to know so much about his partner. If anyone really cared they wouldn’t need to learn it from his grave. There were just three simple words engraved in the stone.
My partner Miguel.
The years had taken its toll on Tulio, but time hadn’t been the only thing that had caused him to age so much faster. Tulio’s hair had grayed and his face had wrinkled. His gnarled hands could no longer hold a lock pick, and his brittle bones weren’t strong enough to run from guards.
He couldn’t believe it had alrea
Migulio- You Belong With MeYou're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upsetMore Like This
She's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do..
Tulio argued with her in the door way. It was all just a joke. Her nose scrunched up, her arms folded beneath her breasts in a no nonsense type of way. Another accusation and Tulio growled out his frustrations and used his hands for emphasis. She stomped her own bare foot to the ground and turned up her nose as she turned toward the Spanish sky just outside the shack they had taken up as home. She walked off with a flick of her hair.
Tulio sighed, defeated and let his gaze drop to his feet. Warm arms embraced him from behind and a gentle nuzzle to his shoulder calmed him down as he looked down to see red-clad arms around his middle. A smile graced him then.
Miguel laughed softly, his voice reassuring.
"I though it was rather funny, amigo."
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music s
Migulio- Have A Nice Trip?A bible rested before Miguel and he refused to open it. What was inside was his damnation. He knew it because of how he felt. The priest walked by him and was preaching the ways of the Savior. He felt dirty and vile. He listened as his father spoke with loud and precise words of promise. Promises of heaven. That promise wasn't his.More Like This
He peered around his shoulder to see a black-haired boy around his age, leaning against the wall of the filled church just by the door. He was kept from bolting out by an older man gripping his thin arm. Both of them were dirty and looked like normal, broke commoners who came to try and ask God for more.
This wasn't the first time he had seen this kid before. He made sure of that. He would even follow him as he and -what he could only assume was- his father walked back to their house after every Sunday. He frowned as his own father came back up the aisle, voice rising as if to reach the heavens themselves. He waited until he was far enough ahead of the aisle