#like sorry zam but i feel like you are in the wrong here

[mars-is-me7]

i have!! so many thoughts! about the eclipse federation!!! I just-

Things could have gone so much better- If only they had continued to talk it out! Zam saw it as going in a circle and that nothing was going to be changed, but Vi was literally willing to listen! They’re a team, obviously it’s important to get each others feedback!

But Zam doesn’t see it that way!!! As much as he says he wants to trust Vitalasy, the truth is that he just doesn’t. Zam only points out the flaws in Vi, saying that he wouldn’t change or listen. but like, Zam is at fault for that too! He had made up his mind about leaving them before even talking to them to get their thoughts and input on things!! like, of course he was going to leave them when the people he’d been talking to for the past few days had all been saying to do that- Also, the fact of the matter is that Vi / was / willing to listen and change!! He says it multiple times!! but Zam is just so blinded by the thing he’s already chosen that he doesn’t really listen! like, after Zam’s input Vi literally did change a lot of the prison design as a compromise

i just- gahhhhhhh!!! Things could have been good, but Zam only knows a life of extremes. either he stayed silent and felt miserable in going along with their plans or he cut them off completely! at least, that’s his point of view of the situation that had found themselves in. but like, from a viewer perspective, right, if they had just continued to talk i think things could have worked out. yeah, it would have taken effort to compromise, but that’s what having a conversation is all about. but Zam didn’t see it that way, he’s convinced that what he did was the only good option he had.

idk what point im trying to make here, i just have so many thoughts and feelings about today’s stream-

[etulf]

I am sooo… Conflicted. I’m not there for ONE Zam stream and THIS HAPPENS!! WTF!! Time to go on a rant based on what I have heard from friends cause I’m trying to figure out wtf is going on in my head and it is NOT working.

From what I understand the highlight of yesterdays stream was Branzy convincing Zam to betray Eclipse. So now he is back to doubting and will likely leave Eclipse and try to bring Subz with him??

Now, I don’t know about you guys but personally believe Subz isn’t gonna leave Vitalasy.. They are basically glued to the hip and sure Subz doesn’t agree with what Vitalasy is doing but he said he would stick with Vi no matter what.. Surely I’m not crazy.

Subz and Vitalasy have been through so much together, being a duo for so goddamn long.. And I think that Subz wouldn’t just drop that. Yes he loves both Zam and Vitalasy but he has stuck with Vi for so long to the point where if he wanted to leave he could’ve.. He has had every opportunity to leave and he is still here.

Vi is the first person he invited to Eclipse, they were going to do this together.. As a duo once again. They have been wronged so many times and they no longer wanted to be the gum under anyones shoe. Constantly being stepped on like doormats. They related to eachother in that sense and wanted vengeance.

But Subz’ desire for vengeance dwindled while Vitalasy’s stayed the same.

Completely different from what I was talking about before but, Zam was alone once upon a time and he knows what it felt like to be afraid, feeling like he had nobody to turn to..

He is basically shoving Vitalasy into that position. By taking Subz from him he is kind of forcing Vi to live through the same thing he had escaped from. Except he has nobody to turn to, Vitalasy wouldn’t be accepted by anyone. Zam had 3ht and the shades even though he rarely acknowledged it. But Vitalasy has absolutely nobody.

After removing the end I don’t think anybody likes him enough to allow him into their team, and it sucks. This situation is quite the pickle!! But in the end it all is Subz’ decision on where he wants to go and my biggest fear is he will leave Vitalasy.

Sure Vitalasy has made mistakes, but none that were irreversible, and I don’t think any that deserve him to be abandoned by his team.. I’m sorry I’m a Vitalasy apologist and I don’t like the thought that he very well has the possibility to be alone. Sulks and sobs.

[donut-cloud]

Lifesteal incorrect quotes

Redoons : The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

Vitalasy: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

Leowook: New challenge! Don't say stupid shit for 24 hours!

Redoons, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out? Ashswag: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.

Rekrap: *raises eyebrows* Branzy: Put those back down!

*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation* Ashswag: How do you eat pickles? Leowook: What do you mean? Ashswag: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. Leowook: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. Ashswag: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. Leowook: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. Ashswag: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. Leowook: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing. Ashswag: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. Leowook: *Nods in agreement* Rekrap: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! Ashswag: Jeez, okay. Leowook: Quit yelling at us already.

Parrot: That sounds super! Doesn't that sound super, Rekrap? Rekrap: No. Parrot: I think I speak for Rekrap when I say it sounds really super.

Mappic: What is this!? Subz: That's the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend. Mappic: Ow! Make it stop! Subz: Surrender to your kindness, Mappic. It's nice to be nice. Mappic: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness!

Branzy, to Subz: If Leowook doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check. Leowook, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Spoke: Something's off. Zam: Maybe you've finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Spoke: No, but that's funny.

Ashswag, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

*Ashswag and Rekrap playing minecraft* Ashswag: Oh no, oh no, oh no- Rekrap: What's wrong? Ashswag: I did a thing. Rekrap: You regret the thing you dID- Ashswag: *screams* Rekrap: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- Ashswag: *screams again*

Spoke: It's alright, we have salt packets. Spoke: Not the ones that snap in half, but sure.

Subz: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Rekrap: Microwave for 40 minutes. McClutch : Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Rekrap: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Ashswag: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Rekrap: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Clown: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Branzy : *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Midmysticx: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world. Mappic: Unless you're home alone.

Zam: I'm bored, any suggestions? Leowook: Sleeping is nice. Zam: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I'm deciding to ignore it.

*Zam drunkenly wanders around the house and Leowook is drunkenly giggling* Vortex , completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Vitalasy. Vitalasy, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

Branzy: Why do you hang out with me? Rekrap : You're the best thing that's ever happened to me! Branzy: ... Branzy: I feel a bit sorry for you.

Spoke: *holding a salt packet* It's just a little sodium chloride. Mappic: Actually Spoke, it's salt. Spoke: That's what I said, sodium chloride. Mappic: Uh Spoke, that would be salt. Mappic: *takes salt packer from Spoke* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

Zam: I'd like to live through a week that's not a whole new verse of "We Didn't Start the Fire."

Mappic: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Rekrap: Put spaghetti in it. Mappic: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Clown: Put spaghetti in it. Mappic: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Branzy: Put spaghetti in it. Mappic: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Rekrap : Just be yourself. Clown : 'Be myself'? Rek , I have one day to win Branzy over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Mid: Couple weeks. Leo: Six months. Zam : Jury's still out. Clown : See, Rek ? Clown : 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Branzy : Clown ... How do I begin to explain Clown ? Mid: Clown is flawless. Rekrap: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Leo: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Zam : One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Branzy : Dumbest scar stories, go! Zam : I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Mid: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Rekrap: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Leo: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Clown : Clown : I have emotional scars.

Leo: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Cube : Theft. Spep: Disturbing the peace. Zam: Aggravated assault. Mid: Arson. Clown: All of the above.In that order, probably.

Mid: Between Leo, Zam, Clown, and Spep -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Cube : No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Mid: Clown? Cube : Yeah, but I don't know why.

Clown : Are you sure this is the right direction? Ivory : Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest! Rasplin: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Clown : In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? Ivory : *turning to Rasplin* How tall are you? Clown : Hey Ivory ,

Ivory : Yes? Clown : Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on? Ivory : Ivory : Where's Rasplin?

Clown , to Ivory : My life is in the hands of an idiot! Ivory , motioning to themself and Rasplin: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Clown : If Ivory and I were drowning, who would you save? Rasplin: You two can't swim? Ivory : It's a hypothetical question, Rasplin! who would you save? Rasplin: my time and effort.

Clown : Why are you on the floor? Ivory : I'm depressed. Ivory : Also I was stabbed, can you get Rasplin, please.

Clown , negotiating with Ivory : We have Rasplin. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed Rasplin: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I'm only worth ten thousand dollars? Clown : Rasplin: MAKE IT ONE MILLION– Clown : RASPLIN STOP

Clown : I know you snuck out last night, Ivory . Rasplin: Play dumb! Ivory : Who's Ivory ? Rasplin: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Clown : So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything that Ivory does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Rasplin: If Ivory were to jump off a cliff, they would've done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Ivory jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Clown : You jump off a cliff! Rasplin: Gladly. Provided Ivory did first.

Clown : Um, Ivory , why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Ivory : We need money! Clown : You're scamming him? Ivory : I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him? Clown : What?! No way! Ivory : Why not? We already stole Rasplin! Rasplin: Hey guys Clown : No, we didn't. Rasplin can think and talk for themself, they can do whatever they want! Rasplin: I wanna steal

Rek: God, give me patience. Branzy: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Rek: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Branzy, standing with their back turned: I've been expecting you, Rek. Rek: How did you do that without turning around? Branzy: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Branzy, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day! Rek: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar, Rek: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?! Branzy, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS Rek: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?! Rek: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND Branzy, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

Branzy: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Rek: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Branzy: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Rek: Twelve, actually. Branzy: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Rek: Yours! Branzy: That's right: no one's.

Branzy: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Rek: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Branzy: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I've killed anybody. I'm not an arsonist. I've never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Rek: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Branzy: You fuckers don't know about my knife stick. It's a knife taped to a stick and it's the ultimate weapon. Rek, not looking up from their book: Spear. Branzy: BLOCKED.

Branzy: This is bothering me. Rek: Well, you are digging up a corpse. Branzy: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Branzy: Okay, help me please! Rek: Got two words for you. Branzy: I bet they won't be helpful. Rek: Your problem. Branzy: I was right

Branzy: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Chief : You're a hazard to society Rek: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Branzy, texting Chief : Chief ! Help I'm being kidnapped Rek: Where are you? Branzy: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help. Chief : I'll call Rek. Rek, answering their cell: Y'ello? Chief : Where's Branzy? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Rek: Branzy? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Rek: Rek: I'll call you back. *hangs up* Rek: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Branzy: WHO ARE YOU?!

Branzy: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Chief : The cow??? Branzy: What? Rek: Chief , W H Y?

Branzy: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Chief : We got spring water Branzy: NO. Rek: with EXTRA minerals Chief : it's like licking a stalagmite Branzy: DON'T COME HOME. Rek: Mmmmm cave water

Branzy: What time is it? Chief : I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out Chief : *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Rek: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Chief : It's 2 am

Branzy: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Chief : Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Branzy: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Rek: edible

Branzy: Chief , keep an eye on Rek today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Chief : Sure, I'd love to see Rek get punched. Branzy: Try again. Chief , sighing: I will stop Rek from getting punched.

Branzy: Don't worry, I got a plan. Chief : Alright. Branzy: TraitorSayWhat? Rek: Excuse me? Branzy: What? Chief : Branzy: Branzy: No wait-

Branzy, joking: Chief 's just sitting at the end, juggling- fushigi-ing 2 glass balls, in super tight pants, just waiting for their kid delivery once they best their minions. Chief : Well they would be Pokeballs. And also it's not a kid delivery. There's no fucking guarantee that a kid that comes into the beginning of my crucible makes it to the end of it undefeated. Chief : In fact, I'm gonna stack this gym! With fuckin pros! Chief : It's- It's gonna be brutal. It's gonna be a torture gym. Rek: Well- Well what's the theme? Are you like- is it a bug theme, or like- Chief : YEAH, REK. UH- UH- UH- UH YEAH REK. IM GONNA OPEN UP A BUG TYPE POKEMON GYM. YOU IDIOT. Chief : YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WANT, BECAUSE I WANNA GIVE- I WANNA SHIT OUT BADGES FOR EVERY HAM AND EGGER THAT COMES TO MY FRONT DOOR. Branzy: *Cracking up* Chief : YEAH, REK. 'Uhh, go Caterpie! >~>' That's me, you FUCKING imbecile. 'Yeah go- uhhh- d-do your best, Kakuna!' Chief : WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOU- Yeah a ~bug type~ gym. Rek: Branzy: Okaaay- Rek: Alright, um, I'm gonna go. I've embarrassed myself... Branzy: Maybe fire? Fire type? Rek: Yeah fire-based? Like- have fires?

Chief : Yeah, yeah I'll probably just- That's a good idea Branzy I'll probably just do a fire type one... SO THAT ONE KID WITH ONE BLASTOISE CAN FUCK UP MY WHOLE SHOP. Chief : KILLED ALL OF US WITH ONE BLASTOISE, HUH? WOW. SHIT I SHOULD'VE- Rek: Just do rock, then! Just do rock type! Chief , voice dripping with contempt: The same Blastoise...

Branzy: They stole from me first! Chief : Mhm. Branzy: Stole my heart... Rek: It is still illegal to commit murder.

Branzy: Rek and I are having a baby. Chief : That's gre- Branzy, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

My name is not betsy liu 

[krizaland]

Imagine- Yandere!Dib (or just stalker!dib) x reader x Zim Where the reader recognizes dibs real creepy behavior and ends up going to Zim zam their friendo/crush for comfort and/or protection. And then that freinddhip becomes something more? Sorry for the long thing

Don’t be sorry! I love your idea! I kinda got carried away so there’s gonna be more than one chapter!

Be warned: Yanderes are creepy fucks. This fic will contain stalking, and obsessive behaviors.

Ever since you were little, you always were a little too nice. Anytime you saw someone in trouble, you always had the urge to help them no matter what.

Usually, most people would except your help and you would walk away feeling like you’ve done the right thing.

You never once regretted helping someone in need.

That is until Dib came along.

It all started in Elementary Skool. Dib was being picked on by a gaggle of bullies.

They dangled his favorite camera in front of his face while they pelted him with insult after insult.

Just hearing the sounds of Dib’s pained cries made your heart ache.

You remember pushing the bullies away and saving the camera.

The moment you handed the camera back to Dib, you noticed an unnerving look behind his glasses.

At first you brushed it off and tried to continue on with your day.

However, Dib insisted that you stay and talk with him.  You didn’t think much of it so you decided to humor him.

That was your biggest mistake.

The next thing you were bombarded with a flurry of conspiracy theories and accusations of random students being bigfeets and vampires in disguise.

Needless to say, you were pretty creeped out and decided to avoid him from that day fourth.

However, your attempts were all in vain.

No matter where you went, Dib would always be there, ready to drown you in another wave of paranormal nonsense.

Things only got worse as you got older.

Dib’s desire for your friendship had mutated into something far far worse.

To say he had a crush on you was a major understatement!

He would always follow you around and try to get your attention.

Whenever you needed something, Dib would miraculously have it for you the next day.

However, you knew that if you accepted the ‘gift’ you’d be subjected to yet another paranormal rant.

So you decided to politely decline his gifts, no matter how bad you needed the item in question.

Dib seemed to give up on you after he figured out you weren’t interested in his ‘gifts’.

Or so you thought.

You soon found your locker flooded countless love notes and slabs of heart shaped meat.

Each note was creepier than the last and you couldn’t get the stench of rotting meat out of your locker no matter how much you cleaned it.

You then started to notice cameras following you wherever you went.

At first you assumed it was just part of the Skool’s security system. After all, you’ve heard rumors that the Skool tends to watch students like hawks to make sure they don’t cheat on exams.

However, it didn’t take long for you to start noticing the same cameras peeking outside of your window.

Needless to say, you decided it was best to keep your blinds shut from that point on.

Of course, closing your blinds wasn’t enough to stop the creepy coincidences happening wherever you went.

Not by a long shot.

You soon found some of your underwear and dirty socks had mysteriously vanished.

The trashcans outside your house always rustled throughout the night. Only to be found tipped over by morning.

Things only got creepier at Skool.

You would always feel someone breathing heavily down your back whenever you talked to another student.

You would turn around but no one would be there.

To make matters worse, the next day, the student you had talked to would go missing.

Whenever the class needed to work in pairs, Dib would somehow always end up being your partner.

You always dreaded being paired with Dib for when he was’t spewing his usual brand of paranormal nonsense, he would often spend his time showering you with the creepiest compliments imaginable.

Things got even worse when the Skool Dance rolled around.

Dib wasted no time and sauntered up to you.

“Hey, Y/N! Glad I caught you! I was wondering if you had a date to the dance yet?”

You could see the madness oozing from his amber eyes with every word he spoke.

“Oh! Well I’m actually not going to the dance.” You admitted as you rubbed the back of your head.

“Oh? Why not?” Dib asked as he drew closer.

“Because I have a lot of homework to do.” You knew that wasn’t too far from the truth. You did have a lot of homework but that wasn’t the main reason.

“That’s why? You know, I could help out with that, if you want.” Dib offered, his eyes continued to stare into your soul.

“No. No that’s ok! I’d prefer to do it all myself. A-Anyway, I gotta get going! I gotta get to class and stuff so bye!”

And with that, you ran as fast as your legs could take you.

A creepy smile spread across Dib’s face as he watched you escape.

“Just you wait, Y/N, you’ll be mine someday…Then we’ll be together forever.”  

A small giggle escaped his throat. The giggle quickly grew and grew until Dib erupted into full on maniacal laughter.

The next day, your savior had arrived.

Standing next to Ms.Bitters was the cutest boy you had ever seen!

He may have had lime green skin but you couldn’t care less. After all you’ve seen way weirder kids walk through the door before.

“Class, I would like to introduce the newest, hopeless appendage to the student body. His name is Zim” Ms. Bitters grumbled “Zim, if you’ve got something to say, say it now because after this moment, I don’t want to hear another sound from you!”

Zim was taken aback by Ms. Bitters’s outburst but he quickly regained his composure.

“Hello, friends. I am a perfectly normal human-worm baby. You have nothing, absolutely nothing to fear from me. Just pay no attention to me and we’ll get along just fine.”

You struggled to stifle a giggle as Zim spoke. He sure did have a way with words.

Dib’s mouth was agape as he pointed at Zim. His body shook with anticipation as his crazed mind searched for words to shout.

“Take your seat now Zim!” Ms. Bitters snapped as she slithered back to her desk.

Zim cheerfully plopped down into the seat next to yours, only adding to Dib’s madness.

“Today’s lecture is about outer space and about how it will EVENTUALLY IMPLODE IN ON ITSELF!” Ms Bitters sneered.

Zim immediately hopped up onto his desk and waved his arms around.

“Yes, Zim?”

“In the event of say, a full scale alien invasion, how prepared do you think this planet’s defenses would be? Tell me.” Zim’s voice quivered as he sat back down.

“As I was saying, the universe is just doomed…doomed..dooooomed.” Ms Bitters crooned as bugs crawled around her face.

“Ok, am I the only one here who sees the alien sitting in class?” Dib asked as he managed to regain his composure.

The other students looked all around the room while your buried your face in your textbook.

You felt your stomach churn as you knew that Dib would harass you about Zim at lunchtime.

“There!” Dib snapped as he snapped a finger in Zim’s direction. “Right there!”

A horrified expression spread across Zim’s face as pink sweat dripped down his face.

“That is no kid! He’s an alien An alien! One of the monsters I’ve been talking about! He’s here to conquer Earth-”

“Oh not this again. You’re crazy.” Zita huffed as she folded her arms.

“What about his horrible green head?!-”

“INSOLENT FOOL-BOY! It’s a skin condition.” Zim interjected.

“And he’s got no ears! Is that part of your skin condition?! Huh?! No ears?!” Dib whined as he gestured to his own ears.

“Yes.” Zim replied as he somberly looked down at his desk.

“Man, Dib! You think that just because someone looks different you can call them an alien?” one student asked.

“I guess Old Kid is an alien too, huh?” Another added.

“How’s it going?” Old Kid chirped with a wave.

Dib sighed and got up out of his seat.  He scribbled away on the chalkboard before pulling out a metal pointer.

“Ok, this is us,” Dib pointed to a drawing of a naked human man. “And over here, this is Zim!” Dib pointed to a crude drawing of an alien.

“See the difference? Anyone? Anyone? Questions?”

One student raised his hand and grumbled.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with you? All you talk about is seeing aliens and ghosts and seeing bigfoot in your garage.”

“He was using the belt sander. Y/N! Back me up here! I know you can tell the difference!” Dib pleaded as he turned to face you.

Sure enough, everyone’s eyes were on you as you sunk into your seat.

You opened your mouth to speak but Zim spoke first.

“Oh Puh-lease! He’s always saying stuff! I remember that one time Mhm-Hmm.”

“Hey! You just got here!” Dib snapped as he zipped up to Dib’s desk, “Don’t let him trick you! I know what I’m talking about! And there it is. Sitting. Right. There.”

“Well he does look pretty weird.” Said one student.

“Yeah! And he is sitting.” Added another.

“You see? Actual proof that all of the things I’ve been saying are actually right!” A crazed grin spread across Dib’s face as he spoke.

You looked over and saw poor Zim sweating bullets. You knew all too well what it felt like to be humiliated by Dib.

You decided you had to do something. And fast.

“Finally a way to prove that I’m…That I’m..”

“That I’m crazy.” You mumbled from behind your textbook.

“Ok, now that makes sense.” Zita admitted as she sat back down.

“Man, we almost believed him.” Another student added.

Dib let out a growl as he shot Zim a fiery glare. Zim returned the glare in kind and prepared for a fight.

“Doomed…Doomed…Doomed…Ok go to lunch now!” Ms. Bitters commanded.

And with that, everyone flied out of the classroom and headed for the lunchroom.

Next

[crystal-siren]

Other Worlds (Obi-Wan x Reader) Pt.2

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Part 1

“I know you’re not supposed to look to other people to save you, but whenever I’m around you, the world becomes simple. My moods lift and the skies shift from the smoke and smog to the softest blue. I know I’m meant to save myself, but the fact is, with you, I don’t have to.” ~ Beau Taplin // The Softest Blue

The Coruscant night-life was never something that had ever particularly appealed to Obi-Wan. The constant pulsing lights almost drove him to distraction. Instead, he chose to focus on catching up to Anakin after he had impulsively jumped from their speeder while a good 30 storeys above ground level.

With his Padawan’s errant lightsaber in one hand, Obi-Wan soon spotted his apprentice.

“She went into the club, Master,” Anakin spoke upon noticing Obi-Wan. He pointed to the club entrance in illustration. They had been chasing Padme’s would-be assassin for what felt like the entire night. Anakin’s decision to jump from their speeder onto her’s, had led them here.

“Patience. Use the Force. Think,” Obi-Wan had lost count of the times he had reminded Anakin of this.

“Sorry, Master,” Anakin replied, trying to keep the adrenaline rushing through his system under control. He was impatient to find out just who was behind the assassination attempts.

“She went in there to hide,” Obi-Wan could clearly see his Padawan’s eagerness and impatience. “Not to run.”

“Yes, Master,” he was struggling to keep still.

All of a sudden, his view was obstructed by Obi-Wan holding his lightsaber, the very same one that had flown from his grasp just a short while ago. “Next time try not to lose it.”

Trying not to appear too relieved at having it back, Anakin nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“This weapon is your life,” Obi-Wan emphasized, hoping the message would get through to his headstrong apprentice.

Taking his weapon back, Anakin followed his Master into the club. “I try, Master.”

~ ~ ~

She had to inform the Council. That was the only thing Y/N knew for certain. Her disbelieving eyes followed row after row of white, armour-clad soldier.

Reaching for her utility belt, she found it to be empty and that her lightsaber was missing. Trying hard to stay calm, Y/N took a series of deep shuddering breaths. This couldn’t be happening.

“Lost something?” A refined voice shook her from her panicked state.

Looking in the direction of the speaker, Y/N came face-to-face with an elderly man who seemed vaguely familiar. Although, she could not quite place where she had seen him before.

“You know,” the man stepped forward and began to circle her. “A Jedi, such as yourself ought to be more vigilant.”

Then it slammed into her. She knew this voice, she had heard it not an hour ago. Now she had a face, but not name. “Who are you? Why am I here?” She saw no point in wasting any time.

The man stopped his circling and came to a stop in front of her. His smile was unpleasant and put Y/N on edge. “Come now young one. There is no need for that.”

Y/N ground her teeth at the title. She hated it when people called her that. Lifting her chin, she looked him straight in the eye. “What do you want from me?”

The man smiled again and Y/N really wished he wouldn’t. “You have a gift young Y/N. The gift of knowing what the future holds.”

“Gift?” She stared at him incredulously. “I would hardly call it that and,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “how do you even know my name? Or about this supposed ‘gift’ of mine.”

“The Council doesn’t believe you do they?”

He was beginning to really get on her nerves. What was he playing at? Why wasn’t he answering her questions? Just who was he anyway?

Her e/c eyes remained as slits as she shook her head. “No.”

“Good.” His answer startled her.

“Pardon?”

That irksome and unnerving smile faded a little and became a smirk. “I’m counting on that.”

Y/N opened her mouth to ask for clarification when she felt two strong pairs of hands take hold of her arms. Before she could turn to see just who it was, a sharp prick in her neck distracted her. Turning her attention back to the man, she asked, “what was that?” Her imagination began to run wild with possibilities.

She received no answer, or at least, none that she could hear. Her vision soon swam before her world went black.

~ ~ ~

Something was wrong. Obi-Wan felt it as soon as Zam Wesell died in front of them. It wasn’t her death, nor the strange shaped dart he found lodged in her neck.

“Master?” Anakin’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Is everything alright?”

“Perfectly, thank you Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied, looking down at the dart he held. This could be the key to finding the true assassin’s identity. But there was something else that didn’t feel quite right, something Obi-Wan could not quite put his finger on. “You have to get back to the Senator.” His eyes met his Padawan’s surprised ones.

“Don’t you mean, we have to get back to the Senator?”

“No,” Obi-Wan shook his head, “I have to get back to the Temple and see just where this,” he held up the dart for Anakin to see, “came from.” And find out what else was going on. There had been a shift in the Force, and not a good one. Before his apprentice could launch any further protests, he disappeared into the crowd.

Anakin stared after his Master. This behaviour was new and unusual and Anakin wasn’t sure if he liked it. Sighing heavily, he stood up and brushed himself off before heading off to find a speeder that would take him back to Padme.

~ ~ ~

Upon arriving at the Temple, Obi-Wan headed straight to the Analysis Archives. He hoped to find some much-needed answers there. These hopes were soon shattered when the Analysis droids could give him no definitive answer.

More than slightly annoyed, he left the Archives but soon came to a halt as another possibility entered his mind.

It did not take him long to locate the diner in which his besalisk friend worked as it’s chef. His arrival was announced by the droid waitress who rolled into view. “Someone to see you honey,” her high voice was loud enough for the whole planet to hear her. “Jedi by the looks of him.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile when he saw his friend’s scaly head poke out of the kitchen. “Hello Dex.”

“Take a seat. I’ll be right with you,” the besalisk said by way of greeting.

Having accepted the waitress’s offer of Jawa juice, Obi-Wan did just that, before getting up shortly after to officially greet his friend.

Sitting down in a nearby booth, Obi-Wan showed the mysterious dart to his companion, who eyed it curiously. “Would you happen to know where that came from?” He dared not raise his hopes.

Dex, however, knew exactly where it came from. “This baby belongs to them cloners. What you have here is a Kamino Sabredart.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes lit up at this information. But he soon turned thoughtful, “I wonder why it didn’t show up in the Analysis Archives.”

Dex chuckled at his friend’s confusion. “It's these funny little cuts on the side that give it away.” He pointed them out to Ob-Wan who nodded, still thinking. “Those analysis droids only focus on symbols. Huh! I should think that you Jedi would have more respect for the difference between knowledge and... heh heh heh... wisdom.”

At this remark, Obi-Wan grinned and took the dart back. “Well if droids could think, there'd be none of us here, would there?” He preferred the living and breathing over the cold mechanic nature of droids. Upon further inspection of the dart, another thought entered his mind. “Kamino. I’m not familiar with it. Is it in the Republic?”

Dex shook his head. “No. It’s beyond the Outer Rim. I’d say about 12 parsecs outside the Rishi Maze. Should be easy to find.” He shot his friend a sly look, “even for those droids in your Archives.” Leaning in close, he spoke in a slightly quieter tone. “These Kaminoans, keep to themselves. They’re cloners, dead good ones too.”

All this new information made Obi-Wan think he was finally getting somewhere. “Cloners,” he said thoughtfully, “are they friendly?”

Dex grinned, showing two rows of sharp teeth. “That depends.”

“Depends on what Dex?” His companion asked, smiling.

“On how good your manners are,” the large alien chuckled, “and how big your, uh, pocketbook is.”

Shaking his head, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh. But this was good, this wealth of information meant he was finally making some headway. There was just one last piece of business, getting there.

~ ~ ~

Staring at the screen, Obi-Wan began to wander if he was imagining things. He had entered the coordinates digit for digit, but the Kamino system did not show up. Even when he had requested the help of the Jedi Archivist Jocasta Nu, nothing had come up.

There were only two people who could help him with this and one of them he had not recently seen around the Temple. Had the Council given Y/N a mission? But surely she would have told him if they had. Her mysterious absence only served to confuse and worry him further.

Having no other choice, Obi-Wan made his way over to one of the Temples smaller training salles. The ones used for the youngllings. Before he entered, he could clearly hear Master Yoda gently instructing a group of children.

Upon noticing his presence, Yoda paused in his teaching and introduced Obi-Wan to the group. Their chorus of, “hello Master Kenobi,” made him smile before turning to Yoda and proceeded to explain his reason for coming.

“Mmm. Lost a planet, Master Obi-Wan has, How embarrassing. How embarrassing,” the Jedi Grand Master chuckled before becoming serious. “Find it, we will try.”

Obi-Wan nodded in thanks before placing a holographic planet-reader on small stand in the centre of the now darkened room. In an instant a miniature holographic model of the galaxy appeared. Pointing to Kamino’s coordinates, he explained his problem. “This is where it ought to be, but it isn't. Gravity is pulling all the stars in this area inward to this spot. There should be a star here, but there isn't.”

Yoda nodded thoughtfully before speaking. “Gravity’s silhouette remains, but the star and all its planets have disappeared. How can this be?” Silence answered him as everyone tried to think of how this could possibly have happened.

The silence was broken by a young boy, “because someone erased it from the archive memory.” Obi-Wan glanced at the child and smiled slightly.

Yoda was equally as impressed and delighted in his pupil. “Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is. Uncluttered. To the center of the pull of gravity go, and find your wayward planet you will.”

Nodding his thanks, Obi-Wan paused at the entrance of the salle. “But Master Yoda, who could have erased information from the archives? That's impossible, isn't it?”

His colleague seemed to agree. “Only a Jedi could have erased those files.” He frowned in thought. “Much harder to answer, that question is.”

Obi-Wan, satisfied turned to leave when Yoda’s voice stopped him. “Something else on your mind have you?”

Knowing that concealing the truth would do him no good, the younger Jedi nodded. “Yes Master. I felt something. I felt something shift within the Force.”

Yoda eyed him curiously before speaking. “Right you are to worry Master Kenobi. Felt that shift too, I did.”

Obi-Wan didn’t know whether to feel relieved or troubled. “What do you believe it is Master?”

“Unclear it’s nature is,” Yoda murmured. “But meditate on it, I will.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Obi-Wan considered leaving it at that. But worry for his friend got the better of him. “Master? Have you by any chance,” he paused and took a deep breath, hoping to appear calm. “Seen or come across Y/N today?”

Yoda’s green eyes met his sea-shaded ones. Silence hung between them for a short while before Yoda shook his head. “Absent she has been. Longer than usual. Strange that is, for her.”

“Strange?” Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side in thought. His friend had not exactly been the same since her injury but he wouldn’t go so far as to call her strange.

“Indeed,” Yoda agreed, interrupting Obi-Wan’s train of thought.

“How so?”

“Take her ship, she did not. In the Temple, seen her, no one has, for two days.”

This news was not the kind Obi-Wan had been expecting. “Is it possible that she borrowed someone else’s craft?”

Yoda shook his head. Obi-Wan knew better than anyone Y/N’s attachment to her ship.

“Taken she was. In grave danger she is.”

Obi-Wan looked down at the Grand Master, praying that he had misheard. But the look in Yoda’s eyes confirmed what he had heard him say. “Taken? By whom?” He tried not to sound too desperate and to keep a tight rein on his emotions.

“Cloaked, her attacker was.” Yoda leaned heavily on his stick and he suddenly looked his age. “Difficult to find, they will be. Focus on Kamino, you must Obi-Wan.”

The younger Jedi nodded wordlessly. Bowing respectfully, he turned and retreated down the vast hallway. Could it be possible that Padme’s would-be assassin had targeted Y/N as well? This thought fueled his determination and steered him towards the Temple’s hanger bay, where sure enough, her ship waited patiently.

To be continued...

Part 3

[blaireducroix]

Nightmares of Death

yBlaire wandered through the woods, the kind that normally appeared in nightmares. The kind with old, black, dead trees. Leafless branches scratching against each other as cold wind passed by them. In the distance branches could be heard breaking, whether from being stepped on by unknown creatures, or falling as window-makers from the force of the winds. Blaire though, she didn’t feel scared, this atmosphere reminded her of the North woods of her homelands, the woods where aspiring Nightriders would have to go and overcome their fears. Spend months in these woods alone surviving, fighting, overcoming their weaknesses to become the protectors and most elite warriors in the Du’Croix arsenal. She continued to walk, every now and then looking to her side seeing both red and yellow eyes stalking her just out of her normal vision. She knew the beasts were there. She could hear them as their feet padded on the ground, breaking small sticks and twigs beneath them. Hell, she could even smell them, mange and wet beast had a peculiar smell, especially when it was coming down wind at her. Still she walked though, she wasn’t afraid.

In fact, it brought back memories of her childhood, being dropped in those same woods in the North. She wasn’t training to become a Nightrider; no, her parents had tried many ways to have her killed off by nature. Their fear of angering the deity that seemed to have favored Blaire from her birth had kept them from outright killing her themselves. Instead they would send her on excursions like this hoping Nature would do their work for them, then they couldn’t be punished, it could be blamed on a training death. Needless to say, the memories weren’t ones she cared to always remember, but they made her who she was. Every time though she always managed to walk back through the streets of the city, back to the Manor. through the halls past all the staff, and her family who thought and hoped she might have been dead, back to her room and slept. This night, like nights before in her past, she seemed to have made a silent understanding with the beasts that stalked her. She wouldn’t mess with them, and they would watch her from the shadows.

She walked for hours under the half-moon night. The wind bit at her skin as it brought in that familiar northern cold. The bit of light the moon gave off helped her see, and the more she walked the more she realized…this was the woods from her lands. For some reason parts of it seemed familiar. She was confused as to why she would be here of all places, but her thoughts were quickly cut short. In the distance, just within the range of her hearing she heard the pounding of horse’s hooves. She kept walking, but she could hear them get ever closer. Then in the night a loud neigh cut through the standard wood sounds. She turned around to see at least a dozen torches approaching her.

“Finally, the Nightriders show up…”

She stood there and waited to watch the lights get closer and closer. She could start seeing the shapes of horses and men stop them, and they weren’t slowing down. She had to react quickly as she dived off the path into the woods as the men rode over where she was standing. Half stopped before her previous spot the other half quickly turned around and trotted back blocking the path. She stepped back onto the path a little peeved.

“The fuck is wrong with you assholes. You couldn’t bother to slow down and not try to run me over. I was clearly visible!”

The twelve men just sat there atop their steeds, black hoods over their head concealing their faces in shadows, a common look for the Nightriders.

“Answer me, I am your Lady, and I demand to know what the hell is going on in those heads of yours.”

In the night though another set of hooves cut the silence. A figure atop a more fearsome stead broke the ranks.

“You are no Lady…Blaire Du’Croix. You have no family. No purpose. You are an insult to these lands, this world, since the day you were born. A breathing body wasting the precious oxygen this world offers its people. You shall find no love. No want. You should realize that the very people you think care about you cast you to the side time after time. These are signs that you…you do not belong.”

Blaire heard the figure speak, trying to block the words out of her head. She knew they were not true, people cared.

“The fact you live day after day, is an insult to those around you. No more. The gods have passed judgement. Not even the deity who has protected you all these years can prevent what is to transpire tonight. Your sentence has come, and your eternal torment awaits in the hells below…And I have finally been given the pleasure, after watching and waiting for so many years, to deliver you there myself.”

It was then Blaire noticed that it had gotten considerably colder, her breath visible. She looked around to all the riders. The flames of their torches no longer burned orange, but a bright blue. Their horses, death steeds now. The riders still had their hoods up, cold breaths penetrating the dark, but their cloaks and clothing were torn from age and use. The weapons at their side were rusted and covered in a lair of frost. She looked to the head rider, his horse, much like the rest, was in a state of frozen decay. Except, on the sides of the saddle were skulls roped together. His own cloak had turned into a large shawl, that if he were standing would cover his legs. The saddled allow for his plated legs to be visible though. He stuck his hand out to the side and in the air materialized a scythe. Blaire shook her head, what had been Nightriders, had become death and his trackers.

“I know who you are…and I am not afraid. Surely a mistake has been made. If not…I will not go down easily Horseman…I have faced death many times in these very woods…and I still live.”

With that she took off into the woods in a mad dash. She heard the terrifying cackle from the riders.

“Dear Blaire, you must have faced imposters then...because true Death, never fails!”

Chase ensued and within moments Blaire could feel the riders on her heels, the dense woods not slowing them down a bit. Suddenly she felt herself airborne, off her feet for moments until she crashed hard onto the dense ground. She heard plated greaves dismount and rolled over to see Death looming over her with his scythe.

“True Death…never fails the hunt. I admire your will to live, but your fate has been sealed. Time to go Blaire…”

He raised his scythe and brought it down.

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Blaire quickly woke in a cold sweat and heavy breathing. While sitting up in her bed she frantically scrambled looking around for a bottle of alcohol only to find empty after empty littering the floor. It took her moments to calm herself enough to climb out of bed and put on a simple pair of clothing and her boots. She walked the streets of Stormwind with one place in mind, the nearest Tavern. She looked disheveled as she walked through the entrance. The barkeep looked at her shaking his head.

“Again?” Blaire only nodded placing a pouch of coin on the counter. The barkeep set down he glass he was cleaning and walked into the back. He was gone for a bit before coming back with a crate of whiskey and rum.

“Listen Kid, I really appreciate the business you be bringin’ me, but fuck, you are but a child, not much older than me own. And here yeh be coming in every few nights drinkin more than a common man would even be darin’. Yeh need help. See yeh a priest, or counselor, because as much as I hate teh be turning down good coin…I ain’t gonna be serving yeh liquor no more.”

Blaire looked at the man with a tired scowl as she picked up the crate.

“I don’t need help…I am fine…and you can go fuck yourself.”

She walked out of the establishment carrying her purchased haul. As she walked away she heard the tavern keeps return

“Yeh be lyin’ to yourself if you be thinkin’ you are okay kid!”

Blaire just kept walking. She got closer to her apartment when she saw a shadow move from the corner of her eye, she knew it was a member of the local gang in the area.

“Come out of the shadows…and make me drop my alcohol…and I will cut you so bad…the guards won’t be able to identify your sorry ass…”

The figure retreated giving her wide berth.

She got to the door of her apartment and saw a note not their when she had left. She read it carefully.

 Dear Blaire,

 It pains me to hear what has been going on with you lately. From the guards, scouts, and even Zamantha. I don’t know what has gotten into you, but your actions, they are bringing shame to you and our name. You need to figure out what is wrong in your life because the way you are spending the coffers, whether they be yours or not, is affecting your people as a whole. If this keeps up, whether you are the head of house or not…I will find a way to cut you off financially. To feed your habit you will have to find work elsewhere. I will even have Zamantha tell Penny, or Moni, or whoever handles the Golden Odysseys finances to cut your pay in half it means you can’t afford to drink.

I care about you a lot Blaire, or else I wouldn’t have helped you kill your parents and grandparents. I know you are capable of better things whether you find yourself being a subservient maiden to a noble, or manage to find your stripes and make something of yourself. The potential is there, you just need to find it within yourself to reach out and take a hold of it.

Your friends, your family, hell even your people need you Blaire. If anything above all…you need yourself. This isn’t you. This isn’t the Blaire Du’Croix that has faced death more times than a twenty-two-year-old should because of the rage and hate of her family.

Fix yourself, or find someone who can. I don’t want to have to force my hand, but I will if I must.

From your Family,

Dav and Zam

 P.S. – The guards and scouts have been pulled back. I don’t see a need to be watching over you anymore.

 Blaire set the crate down and tore the note off her door, looking around to see if the person who put it there was still around. She saw nothing in the night though. She picked up the crate and went to her apartment setting it down on the counter in her small kitchen.

She pulled out a bottle of rum and uncorked the top moving to her chair in front of her fire place. She did not light the fire, instead, just sat in the dark, bottle of rum in one hand, and watching shadowy smoke dance on the other. 

A gentle breeze came from the port during the night and eventually she fell back asleep in her chair to the sound of the wind and waves crashing against the docks.

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