#iz-stardust

[izikyu]

I LOVE ALIENS!!!!!!!!

I need to be sedated

again its @maudiemoods au BFHEJIWHDH the brainrot is REAL

[stardusted-petals]

Anyway now that I'm back in my Invader Zim phase, I've made a new baby!

Some info about her under the cut!

Age: 13

Gender: Female (she/her pronouns)

Faye is a bubbly, creative and observant girl who moved into the area recently, and becomes a new student at the Skool (very original, I know). She's an aspiring author who likes to write paranormal, horror, and romance fiction, developed an interest in urban legends and the paranormal due to the research she's done for her stories, and she becomes Dib's new bestie who helps him try to take down Zim.

She also loves dogs and, despite knowing good and well that he's not really a dog, inadvertently befriends GIR after making a fuss over how cute she finds him. She knows not to let him follow her home or tell him anything about Dib, but otherwise isn't complaining about that development!

Some other little notes:

Her hobbies/skills include writing and reading stories, researching the paranormal, crafts and DIY. She also hangs out in graveyards sometimes, because she finds them relaxing to be in.

She's a lesbian, but doesn't currently have a crush on anyone.

She favourite animal is rabbits - she has several plushies of them, and her backpack (which I'll include when I make a ref for her later) is pink with bunny ears.

She has an older sister named Tia. Although they bicker often, Tia's always looking out for Faye, and is currently worried that Dib is a bad influence on her. I haven't fully figured out her design yet, but I'll draw her someday I'm sure

[waterparksdrama]

What’s smfs 😭😭😭

So Much (for) Stardust is the eighth studio album by American rock band Fall Out Boy. The album was released on March 24, 2023 on Fueled by Ramen, Elektra Records and DCD2. The album reunites the band with producer Neal Avron, who last produced Folie à Deux (2008), and also marks the band's return to their original record label Fueled By Ramen, which last released Take This to Your Grave (2003). The first single from the album, "Love from the Other Side", was released on January 18, 2023, alongside the official announcement of the album.

-iz

[badly-drawn-objects]

Can you draw your object oc

thiz iz Bag of Stardust, or juzt Stardust. they are a baby

[gxtzeizm]

I was tagged by @acrazybayernfan....thank you so much Lise my dear <33

Nickname: Iz, Ayiz, Ziqa

Sign: Aquarius

Height: 155 cm / 5'1" ft

Last thing I googled: ong seongwu fancafe (well yesterday i was trying to search one of his ONG TALK with fans 2 years ago which he recommended a movie called "ford vs ferrari".....yeah to f1 fans you know what i'm trying so say right now)

Song stuck in my head: OMG by NewJeans (okay blame my lastest reblog about hoshi using changbin's omma ommaga trend in weverse)

Numbers of followers: 88 (tell me that you're here a year ago without telling me about it)

Amount of sleep: 3-4 hours (tbh it's really worse personally)

Lucky numbers: 7, 14 (and some of multiples of seven)

Dream job: Something related with computer graphics like UI/UX developer or VR creator

Wearing: a light blue jersey which is i got it once i joined one of the fun run back during high school. also wearing black with white stripe track pants.

Movies/books that summarise me: until now i'm still not having any movies that describes me a lot tbh ))):

Favourite songs: all seventeen, wanna one and infinite songs in general.

Favourite instrument: guitar, piano, drum, violin

Aesthetic: purple, butterfly, -hour, liminal city, sky, deep sea

Favourite author(s): Anjell

Currently reading: sadly none 😢. but i hope i can buy some of my fav books this year

Fav colour: all shades of purple 💜

Fav animal noise: birds chirping, kittens meows

Last song: BIBI Vengeance by BIBI

Last Movie: 21st century girl

Random: okay but it's been a while since i eating samyang spicy ramen and i'm planning to east it tomorrow

I'm tagging @nmazraoui @moonliivee @miasanmuller @myriad-of-colors @collecting--stardust @tsuchansworld @cichocicho @de-ligts (if you want to do so 😉)

[footballandfiasco]

Iz 💜🦋

I'm Not Okay But I know I'm Going To Be by Raleigh Ritchie

Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

honestly, i had such a hard time finding a nice song starting with Z, but you can never go wrong with David Bowie, i guess :)

send me your name (or a word) & I'll make a playlist out of it!!

[sparklune]

Meet Lune, short for Lunaire Grisabella, the enchanting heiress born into a world adorned with stardust on February 16th, 2004. As the one and only child of the opulent Grisabella legacy, she radiates a charm that dances between princess and fairy.

Lunaire, her given name, echoes the celestial, whispering of moonlit dreams. "Lune," a name of playful elegance, encapsulates her whimsical aura.

With long, dark tresses cascading like a midnight waterfall, eyes that sparkle with galaxies of mischief, and lips eternally curved into the cutest smiles, Lune is a living tapestry of charm. Towering with grace, she navigates the halls of university life, a student in pursuit of both knowledge and the runway.

Her heart finds joy in all things pink and beautiful, transforming her world into a canvas of rosy dreams. Flowers bloom in her presence, mirroring the vibrant hues that surround her.

As a muse for a fashion brand or beauty products, Lune transforms catwalks into enchanted realms. Stardust follows her every step, and everyone yearns to capture a bit of her enchantment.

Beyond the glamour, she indulges in simple pleasures—savoring gooey pizza, delighting in strawberries that taste like summer hugs, and finding comfort in a glass of milk. Her adorable presence sparks a desire in everyone to step into her fairy tale.

In the tale of Lune's life, she isn't just a princess; she's the embodiment of dreams. A living fantasy where every day unfolds like a chapter of joy, and everyone wishes they were part of her magical world.

Name: Jang Won-young

Birthday: Aug 31, 2004

Age: 19 years old

Blood type: 0

Height: 173 cm

Weight: 47 kg

Group (2021-present): IVE

Group (2018-2021): IZ*ONE

[spidermanepisodes]

Pointaa somella haluan piuvua tuolta ja lapchen tuoltja sit haljuan et lapchi lehette minjut toihin tuonje

Temokratia on kuallu temokratian oikea nimitys oli: Herrakerho ja rouve bärkele gui saa tanne pyrjit

Herrakerho: voimmaa sun munjaa vaha luukjuttaa jos schaan schen schun luphaaman 500 000 njyt

HKerho: mei osete jakee mui'eja ziks mui'en palkkio on oikeashti 0 ilman qvicceli räbläyf

HKerho: sama diktatuuri paitsi johtohahmo on kasvoton, tiedoton, tunnoton, näkymätön, uutisissa kertomaton

DICK-THE-TAURUS

vai DEMO-DEMO ei pärjää Dik-wa-buurille sche on todhistettu

Main stream concepts that might lead you to truth:

Serpent aliens

Stardust ranch

Dick-tha-buuri

Forget demokratia its invisible qvill operation for many

Edward hack-at-thon

Putin sak-a-dik then forget-it when diijc desent tell any a story

SCHOLL tells a "Bad Company" stody

QUIDE MI DU LITE! ENCHIN IZ ZARTING! MENDEL HOSBITELS R ELIEN EPERATIONCH'S!

Vrillon Billon Dillon

Galactic Generation of Targeted Individual Shit

YOU WILL BE LEFT WID DU WORDS IF U CNTINUE MAIN TARGETED QVILLING: They R: Fak JU

That will be jör whole conscience existence diibadaaba u will ever utter

JU CONTNIJUE PLEI WID HELLE EGENDES ju WILL ERASED MEM SET NAUW!

[dont-look-up]

Bleach Soul Society & Arrancar Arcs: Rangiku Matsumoto & Toshiro Hitsugaya

(Happy Birthday @iz-star!)

[stardusted-petals]

Made a basic character design sheet for my Invader Zim OC (and refined/added to it a bit as I went along).

I'm willing to tweak parts of this if needed, so feedback is welcome!

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Hello! I'm here sending a random ask 💕

So, what is the funniest headcanon you have for Rangiku?

And another one:

What do you like the most about writing? 💕

So, I have a lot of headcanons for Rangiku, some I’ve never written and others I obviously have – but I don’t know how funny any of them really are.

But, off the top of my head, the one that makes me laugh the most is this one.

Like a lot of females, Rangiku fancies herself a bit of a green thumb – except she isn’t. She will buy all sorts of plants, flowers, ferns, succulents, and she will absolutely kill them all. Whenever she brings a new plant (or 3) home, things will go well for about a week. She’ll follow a routine, water them when needed, read up on tips and tricks, make sure they have enough light but then she’ll forget one day, and it will just go down hill from there. Then she’ll ultimately end up with a bunch of dead plants throughout her apartment until she accepts that she can’t bring them back from the dead, and will toss them out, wait a month and then start the process over.

Well, Toshiro recognized this pattern and indulged her stupid hobby, buying her a cactus – which surprise, surprise – she also managed to kill! After this, she was gifted a plastic cactus which she has yet to discover is plastic but is just happy she hasn’t killed it yet.

As for what I love most about writing – well, writing is an outlet that I didn’t know if I was going to be good at, and in the beginning, I wasn’t. When I first started roleplaying, I was terrible. As I continued and wrote with better roleplayers and started writing drabbles, my skill steadily improved. I know I still make mistakes and I don’t follow all grammar rules perfectly, but ironically, I feel like by writing roleplays and drabbles I’ve actually learned more than I did when I was in school.  But, my favorite thing about writing is just that people actually love what I write. Which is still, shocking.

[bamsara]

some doodles for a future thing

tfw your enemy just passed out after a mental break down and you have to stop your insane robot from waking him up

[ybcomplicated]

Invader Zim Stardust AU!!!!

Dib is the son of the villiage doctor/inventor. He one day sees a falling star across The Wall. The Wall seprates the town from the supernatural world of Ayleen. Dib tells his skeptical father that he will go and find the star and bring it back to him to prove that the unnatural and such exsists. He goes across the wall and finds the 'fallen star' who happens to be a being from Space. He was knocked off his corse by a little robot wearing an amulet that belongs to the Irken Empire. The robot will decide who gets the amulet and becomes the new ruler of Irk. Dib captures zim to take him to his father. The robot, Gir, comes along. Unknown to the two, two beings (red and purple) from Irk are racing their way to them to get the robot with the amulet to become the next rulers. While that is happening another being of Ayleen, the Heinous Tak, is wanting to get Zim for his 'pak' (the star on him) that will give her immortality, since hers in defective. Dib and Zim meet friends (Gaz the sky pirate captain, Skooge, and Keef). On their way to The Wall. Much to Zim's, who just wants to go back home (wherever that is), dismay.

The story has some holes and stuff ill fix up. But i loved the idea so i drew Dib and it snowballed from there. In this au Zim is from Irk and part irken but does not KNOW it. Gir is still cute, lovable and stupid. Dib is still creepy and zim is loud. Tak not Irken, but she does see the abilities a pak gives. Still havent figured the schematics of the au yet okay?

[elitespacefreak]

Shape of Stardust - Ch. 15

HAVE A NEW CHAPTER

Also stay sane and please please please, if you’re reading fanfiction to help get you through this stupid pandemic, leave comments.

I know that should always go without saying, but especially now. If you want something to read, you need to help motivate writers, a lot of us are still working full-time jobs and we desperately crave validation.

[transpuppetboy]

MAN, Enter the Florpus was AMAZING. I am so excited

never thought I’d ever get back into Invader Zim tbh but here I am

[recurring-polynya]

@iz-stardust is a lovely person and a wonderful artist and I wanted to write her a little present based on this adorable drawing she did. I hope you like it, friend!

Adventures in Babysitting | ao3 | ff.net |

Summary:  When Byakuya is stuck on emergency babysitting duty, he gets an assist from Squad 10.

Starring: Toushirou, Rangiku, Byakuya, and one cranky Ichika.

Ships: Friendships as far as the eye can see!!!

Rating: General audiences, can you believe it?!? You should probably brush your teeth afterwards, tho.

❄️   🐱   🌸   🐰 

“Sir! Captain Kuchiki and, er, a guest are here to see you!”

Toushirou looked up the mission report he had been reviewing. In general, it was pretty unlikely for another captain to just drop by, and it seemed doubly unlikely for Byakuya, of all people, to do so. “Matsumoto!” he barked. “You didn’t schedule an appointment with Captain Kuchiki and then forget to tell me about it, did you?”

“Oh, Captain!” Matsumoto pouted. “You know Renji makes all of Captain Kuchiki’s appointments for him, and he would never trust me to remember something like that.”

This was very true.

“See him in!” Toushirou waved at his waiting Seventh Seat. “Try to look busy, Matsumoto!”

“I am busy!” Matsumoto gestured at the catalog in front of her. “We got budget approval for new office chairs, and I’m trying to pick out the best ones. Your hiney is going to thank me.”

“I will thank you to never mention my hiney again, Matsu-- greetings, Captain Kuchiki!”

Byakuya looked… haggard. His face was pale, his eyes shadowed by dark circles. His hair was gathered in a rather sloppy ponytail, rather than falling in it’s usual glossy waterfall. He kept shifting from one foot to the other in a semi-rhythmic fashion. There didn’t seem to be any blood on him, but there was a large, lumpy bundle strapped to his chest, and some sort of duffel slung across his back. Had he just returned from a harrowing mission to Hueco Mundo, perhaps?

“Hello, Captain Hitsugaya,” he said, his voice ragged with exhaustion. “I need to ask an important favor.”

“Are you all right?” Toushirou asked, jumping to his feet. “You look like you need to sit down.”

“No, no, I must remain standing.” Kuchiki excused. “As you know, I was supposed to lead the meeting of the Gotei Transparency Improvement Documentation Standards committee this afternoon, but it seems I will not be able to attend. I was hoping that, as co-chair, you would be able to take my place. I am most apologetic, and I swear, on my honor as a Kuchiki, that I will make it up to you.” An angry squall erupted from the cloth wrapped around his chest, and Kuchiki’s hand immediately moved to pat it reassuringly.

“Do you have Ichika?!” Matsumoto squealed, her eyes filling with glittering hearts and stars.

“Er, yes,” Kuchiki mumbled. “It is very unusual, of course, for Renji and Rukia to be called away together, but Kurosaki Ichigo specifically requested their assistance, and obviously, all of Soul Society owes him a great debt, so...” He trailed off in a most un-Byakuya-like fashion.

“Of course I can handle the meeting,” Toushirou reassured briskly, although he had to raise his voice to be heard over the crying, which was steadily increasing in volume. “Do you need… help… with the other matter?”

Kuchiki made a troubled face. “I had thought that my staff at the manor would be able to assist, but Ichika seemed extremely agitated to be left in their care. Strangely enough, being attached to my person is the only thing that seems to placate her. Even so, she becomes angry if I sit down or stop this infernal swaying motion.”

“Well, of course!” Matsumoto scolded. “She doesn’t know those people! You’re her special uncle! But she’s probably bored from being in that thing. Take her out and let her have a little playtime with Auntie Rangiku!”

Byakuya’s face went stiff, and his eyes narrowed judgmentally. For a moment, Toushirou feared that Byakuya was going to take issue with the non-biological nature of Rangiku’s aunthood, although he knew for a fact that Abarai and Kuchiki subscribed to the Rukongai idea of “the more aunties the better.” He, himself, had respectfully turned down a similar honorarium, although he had been secretly touched by the offer. (Momo still insisted on referring to him as ‘Uncle Shirou’ in the baby’s presence. He found that much less touching).

Rangiku, for her part, was regarding Byakuya with a look, just daring him to try it.

People, namely Rukia, kept insisting that Byakuya considered Toushirou to be his friend, but Toushirou had his doubts. Sure, they played shogi regularly, and Toushirou seemed to be the only person outside of Renji and Rukia that Byakuya ever texted, but it’s not like Toushirou really knew the guy. And yet, as he watched Byakuya’s face, he realized, like a bolt of thunder, that he recognized an emotion. He was suddenly certain, down to the marrow of his bones, that Rukia had given her brother a stern talking to on this very topic.

A few moments of obvious internal struggle went by, and then Byakuya blew a small puff of air out of his nose, and began extracting the baby from her wrappings. “I wish you luck,” he declared grimly.

Rangiku hopped up from her desk and danced over to Byakuya’s side. As the cool air hit Ichika’s face, her crying slowed, and she began to look around.

“Hello, baby!” Matsumoto trilled. Toushirou could tell she was dying to snatch the baby from Byakuya’s arms, but was holding herself back until Ichika was ready.

Ichika looked up into Byakuya’s face, her violet eyes wide and uncertain. Then she looked to Rangiku again. Then Byakuya again.

“These are the offices of Squad Ten,” Byakuya explained. “I believe you have been here before. We are guests, so you must be on your best behavior.”

Ichika looked back over at Rangiku, who was hiding the lower half of her face with her scarf. “Peekaboo!” she exclaimed, flinging the scarf away.

Ichika squealed and lunged for Rangiku (or possibly her scarf), nearly knocking Byakuya off his feet.

“Ha ha!” Matsumoto sang, spinning Ichika around. “There’s my happy girl!”

Byakuya’s entire body slumped with relief, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“You should sit down,” Toushirou suggested, pulling his chair around. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Byakuya sank gratefully into the chair and didn’t even ask any pointed questions about the tea, which is how Toushirou knew that he must be completely exhausted.

Rangiku plopped down on one of the office couches, Ichika in her lap. She dropped her scarf over the baby’s head and tickled her nose with it as Ichika laughed and laughed.

Toushirou wasn’t exactly envious of his lieutenant’s way with people, big and small, but he was grateful for it. Rangiku did friendship so easily-- ironing out disputes between squad members, throwing a birthday bash for a friend-of-a-friend-of-friend, charming cranky babies-- and yet, watching her work her magic only made him feel more special to be part of her inner circle, that she’d seen something in that scrawny kid, so hesitant to stand up for himself that long ago day in Junrinan.

“Her attention span doesn’t last very long,” Rangiku said in a sing-songy voice. “We should have a series of fun ideas lined up!”

Byakuya perked up, and unloaded the bag from his shoulder. He seemed to have forgotten it was there. “I have her Seaweed Ambassador!” he offered helpfully, pulling a stuffed…creature from the bag. “Although it did not produce the desired reaction earlier.”

“Oh, I know!” Rangiku suggested. “Have you ever seen Rukia and Renji do the ‘Big Mommy, Little Daddy’ game?”

“The what?” Byakuya and Toushirou replied in unison.

“It’s so cute! Rukia gets on a chair and makes a big deal about how she’s so tall, and Renji stands on his knees and talks about how short he is. Ichika loves it, don’t you, Ichika!”

Ichika stretched her hands above her head and blew an enthusiastic raspberry.

Matsumoto looked meaningfully at Toushirou. Then Byakuya. Then back to Toushirou.

“No,” Toushirou growled, pointing his finger at Rangiku. “It would be very-- I would-- Just, no.”

“Absolutely not,” Byakuya agreed. “Categorically not.”

Rangiku stuck out her lower lip. “You two are no fun.” She turned her attention back to her tiny charge. “Ichika, are these your toes? I didn’t know you had toes! Let me see!”

Toushirou busied himself with the tea. This, unfortunately, was also classic Matsumoto, trying to draw him into her nonsense. As if even a baby could mistake himself and Byakuya for a pair of loud, dramatic dumbasses like Renji and Rukia. No, the best thing he could possibly do is help Kuchiki get his nerves back together. Children didn’t like Toushirou. Even when he was a child himself, other children hadn’t liked him. Ghost children liked him sometimes, but that was different.

Toushirou decided that Kuchiki deserved the good gyokuro, the stuff he himself only indulged in when Matsumoto was being particularly taxing. It seemed appropriate. He let his mind clear a little so that Hyourinmaru could get the water to the perfect temperature. Hyourinmaru loved the ceremony of even a casual workday tea break. You are a kind friend, his zanpakutou rumbled in his head. Senbonzakura will appreciate this gesture. Hyourinmaru had a hard time telling the difference between Byakuya and Senbonzakura sometimes, and Toushirou had given up trying to correct him.

A memory suddenly popped into Toushirou’s head. A little ghost boy who hadn’t passed over to Soul Society because he was waiting to see the first snowfall. Toushirou had been hesitant to use his zanpakutou for such a frivolous reason, but Hyourinmaru hadn’t seemed to mind, in the end. An idea began to crystalize in his mind.

“Oh, no, baby, what’s the matter?” Matsumoto was exclaiming. “What is this sad face? Is it time to get up? Do you want Auntie Rangiku to walk with you?” Ichika had started to make little fussy noises again.

Toushirou pressed a fragrant cup of tea into Byakuya’s hand as he passed on his way over to the couch. He cleared his throat, and Ichika turned her tiny face up to his. “Hey, Ichika,” he said. “Check this out.” He opened his hand to reveal a tiny, sparkling ice sculpture in the shape of a snowman adorned with rabbit ears. Ichika’s eyes widened, and she waved her arms at it. She would have fallen off of Matsumoto’s lap, if it weren’t for his lieutenant’s quick reflexes.

“How cute, Captain!” Matsumoto cried. “Oh, lucky you, Ichika! Captain made that beautifully bunny just for you! He wouldn’t do that for just anyone, you know.”

“You can touch it,” Toushirou said, crouching a little and holding his hand out. Maybe she would be interested in the feel of the ice.

“She will likely ruin it,” Byakuya warned.

“That’s okay. I made it for her.”

Byakuya took a deep inhale of his tea steam. “It is just like you,” he opined, “to put as much care into an amusement for an infant as you would into a great work of art.”

Toushirou’s ears burned, but Matsumoto just laughed. “You are so right, Captain Kuchiki! Classic Captain Hitsugaya, am I right?”

“Yes,” Byakuya agreed. “Classic Captain Hitsugaya.” He took a sip of the tea. “Truly, this tea is returning me from the brink of death. I thank you.”

“Well, I do expect you to take this baby away eventually,” Toushirou tried to grumble. It was hard to get properly grumpy when Ichika was patting his ice bunny with her fat little hands and smiling a big, gummy grin. Suddenly, she stretched her arms out toward him, and made a little whimpery sound. “Sorry, this is the only one I have,” he said.

“I think she wants you to hold her,” Matsumoto suggested.

“She is mistaken,” Toushirou replied.

“Hmmm,” said Byakuya.

“I heard that! Don’t you ‘hmmm’ over there!” Toushirou snapped.

“Abarai has conjectured that Ichika is able to identify Rukia and himself by their reiatsu.”

“Stop.”

“That would be nonsense, obviously, except that she is a Kuchiki, so she is, of course, exceptional in every way.”

Matsumoto’s eyes went wide with delight. “Do you think she thinks Captain is Rukia?”

Toushirou winced.

“Of course not.”

Toushirou blew out a sigh of relief.

“I was only suggesting that he reminds her of Rukia. Because of the cold nature of--”

“Yes, yes, we get it!” Toushirou snapped.

“Oh, Captain,” Matsumoto made a frowny face at him, as Ichika’s face started to screw up in preparation for a full-throated Abarai howl.

“Fine, fine!” Toushirou sighed, handing the ice rabbit over to Rangiku before hefting Ichika up onto his hip. “There. You’re up. You happy now?”

Ichika leaned her head into his side, and patted his chest, making a comforting little cooing noise.

A high-pitched noise came out of Matsumoto, and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “You got a hug!”

“She has just started doing that,” Byakuya informed them grandly. “I, myself, have received several. It is adorable, is it not?”

Toushirou pointedly avoided looking at Matsumoto’s face, which was probably dissolving. Instead, he looked down at the sticky little gremlin who had her cheek pressed into his haori. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s pretty great.”