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Invader Sin: Chapter 7Invader S¡n: Chapter 7 - Unwell
Sin sat still, his eyes like daggers, stabbing into Zim as he stared groggily back. Sin had tied him to a pipe in his lab, not caring a bit about his comfort. Sin then sighed loudly, "How would you feel, if you weren't anything to anybody? How would you feel if your existence was void?"
Zim swallowed thickly, "Zim wouldn't k-know, Zim is loved by all Irkens."
"Except me, but it must be nice." Sin told him with a small growl, "Why doesn't he love me for me?!"
Zim jumped at his sudden outburst, and shrugged, "How am I supposed to know? Zim knows nothing about the human heart, other than that it beats and it has three chambers."
"Sin just wishes I was you." The clone sighed, slamming his fist down, "I want him to accept me! I want him to forget about you!"
Zim cringed, "Zim doesn't want to be forgotten, how about you be yourself, and leave me out of it?"
The pale unreasonable eyes of the clone looked into Zim's with such a fierce coldness, that it coul
Invader Sin: Chapter 6Chapter 6: Loathing
Zim had Gaz pack up their games and go home, since something had been telling him that he was going to be in danger, and he didn't want to drag her into it, whatever it was. So he waited, sitting on his magenta coloured couch, hugging GIR closely, "It's just your nerves Zim... Nothing is here to get you..."
Nevertheless, no matter how much he chanted this phase, his anxieties grew, and he ended up not feeling any better, let alone believing it himself.
GIR didn't mind being held by his master, actually it gave him the opportunity to recharge his batteries, and basically nap in his Master's lap, unaware of the situation that was about to commence, and ignoring it with his insane brain.
Zim played with his fingers absentmindedly, and hummed an unnamable tune, one that was almost haunting to anyone sitting alone like he was. He knew something was to come, but he didn't know exactly what, so he waited for it.
Suddenly there was a loud booming knock on the door, fetching
Invader Sin: chapter 5Chapter 5: the Birth of S¡n
Dib noticed something was wrong with his creation after he poured water on him, but tried hard to forget it, and tried hard not to make him freak out. Instead he spent the time trying to get him to talk to him, but he refused too many words. Slowly his creation began to sneak out, and stopped all communications for days on end. The boy began to come home wearing more girlish clothing, and got pink highlights in his wig, and wore pink cat-like contacts. All of these things made Dib mad, and he even yelled at his creation to stop acting out, but it was too late to change what had been done. He was no longer the perfect creation, now he was a moody teenager, a rebellious person filled with hate.
On this day the clone came home ranting about something, as he sat in the kitchen putting his feet up, "I just hate everything!" He growled, throwing the salt shaker at the wall, causing a hole to be put there.
Dib groaned at it, then looked at him, "Zim calm down
Invader Sin: Chapter 4Chapter 4: Accidents Happen
Dib had no idea of the invader who had been visiting his sister multiple times in the past month. He had no idea how trouble Zim was, and he had no idea if he would even care if he did know. All Dib did know is that his clone developed so well, and it was because of Dib, and that was all that mattered to Dib.
One day the teen looked at his clone and smiled, "Zim I want to congratulate you on your progress."
"There is no need, I am pleased just to make you appeased with my performance." Said the jade skinned clone.
Dib sighed smiling, "I still feel like getting you something, I know, I'll take you shopping later, to get chocolate."
"Chocolate? I can't possibly turn that down." Zim the second smiled.
Dib knew he was going to say this, so instantly he went to the fridge in hopes that the candy bar he bought him was still inside. Gladly it was, so he grabbed it and turned to him smiling wider, "Its not much but its still chocolate."
He nodded, "I don't mind my t
Invader Sin: chapter 3Chapter 3: A New Zim
Dib had taken care of his creation, and for the next month he spent his time carefully learning about him. First off he gave him a disguise that was identical to Zim's in every way, but with just magenta on the shirt since it matched the new Zim a lot better. The wig was also fitted on him very well, and he appeared passable enough to walk with Dib outside. Then Dib started phase two, teaching the clone how to fight, and how to survive in combat, knowing Zim would likely kill him if he posed any sort of challenge.
Combat training went very well and it became obvious that Zim two was better than the first when it came to tactical thinking and maneuvering, who knew a clone of such a spaz of an alien would turn out to be a military genius?
Dib soon found he was unable to really teaching anything more in combat, after around a month.
The clone now sat inside of Dib's house reading a book with his blue contacts quickly scanning the words as he read. He didn't notice Dib
Invader Sin: chapter 2Chapter 2: My Tallest
Weeks had passed as the cloned body grew. Dib knew after the first week that it wasn't stable without a pak, like Zim had, so Dib did what he could to get one together. Dib ended up stealing blueprints off of Zim's computer, the exact blueprints for Zim's pak. He did not know what would happen when he was finally able to put on the pak, but he hoped his creation would live.
It started as nothing but a small piece of skin that he stole off of Zim, through a method not worth mentioning, and it grew into a embryo type deal, it looked like a green egg. Dib smiled as it grew more and more, seeing it turn pretty much as expected, a complete clone of Zim.
It grew to be the same size as Zim and the same height, and it appeared to just be him, but without some of his battle scars, that was the only difference Dib could see.
Dib did not allow anyone near his creation, and would often skip Skool just to be alone with it, marveling at his idea, repeatedly.
He thought of these
Invader Sin: chapter 1Chapter 1: Cloning for Dummies
It was a cold autumn night when the idea was displayed in the planet sized cranium that was Dib's head. It was a strange idea, one he himself couldn't wrap his mind around, yet he couldn't help but wonder if it was even possible.
He sat in the chair to his dark blue desk, and stared at the drawing on it for the longest time. What if he made an alien to fight Zim? It was a strange yet very fetching idea, one he couldn't just drop.
With these thoughts in mind, Dib stood and exited his bedroom, after of course having to almost do a ballerina dance around the clutter on his floor to even get to his door. After his escape from his room he went down to his father's laboratory, to see if he was present. Gladly he was, he was again working on some sort of science to build a giant soup bowel filled with chicken noodle soup to feed everyone with a giant cold. He called it the only way to cure the common cold, yet Dib was unsure of that.
Membrane was hunched over a
Mad Scientist Rp IdeaWell I've seen plenty of these out there so I decided to add onto the bunch of other ones. Now in this rp you are a male scientist (or a female if you so dissire) and you decide to do some unethical research in playing god.
Well you end up making a human looking female (or male if you're the female) and it seems to be human enough to even live in human society. But here's the catch, the creature you've created is already in the body of an older 17-19 yearold, and has no experience or ability to do anything. Also what it is creeps into it's mind as it doesn't age or eat regular food, but instead eats flesh and blood to stay strong.
(I would also prefer this to be a romance between creation and creator, and if you'd like we can have most fedishes but I'll go deeper into what I really don't want in the note for this rp. I do want sex scenes please, so no under 13 crap. Also rape is allowed but only to the creation. I'll listen to your rules if you listen to mine.)
If you have any question
Numbers Rp requestAlright so this rp begins with this alright?
"There is a place long off where people are born with numbers printed on then, whatever number they are born with will be their stance in society, a number 10 is the highest anyone had ever been born with, sadly I was born a 0 which meant I was the lowest in society."
The plot I'd like to do is you as a male character who is a level 8-10 likes my character and secretly they being seeing one another. I wish to have smut and pregnancy to help with the plot. Please no texting, just script. My character is 19 years old with black hair and grey eyes, her skin is pale and she is hourglass in shape. She's very kind but used to heart break, please consider this rp!
Star Fallen - Prologue - Thieves "I can't help but close my eyes for life
And dream a different ending
That when I wake, I won't be so exhausted
And I will stop with my pretending
That I'm fine, I'm fine if I can fool myself tonight
And my lie will drown out all of yours."
The silver lights of the Aether began to retreat far into the distance as the two people rode away, their horses running fast across the plains towards the forest that would provide better cover. Dark storm clouds began to circles around the silver half-moon in the sky as the news of the recent intruders' theft hit the Lord of the Aether's ears.
"So close," A woman shouted over the cold wind that was beginning to stir up "if we can make it into the forest, Notch can't find us and then we would be safe as we head back to the golden gates?"
The man beside her dropped his cloak hood to reveal ear-length and choppy brown hair with stern blue eyes. He glanced back at the wo
Coffee and rolls...? part 2
Walking down the crowded streets to your apartment, you felt beat tired. Trudging up the steps you ran into your neighbor, Arthur, a British ‘gentleman’ as he puts it. “Hey Arthur, is Al any better?” he shook his head no “He’s still in the cast, and he says it hurts like hell…” he waved goodbye and continued on his way.
Your apartment complex was one of those tight nit ones, were all the residents knew each other and acted like friends, it was a really nice place. When you finally reached your door you started to rummage through your bag looking for your key.
Finally finding the darn thing you unlocked your door and stepped inside. Setting your things down you flung yourself onto your couch, phone and note in hand. Quickly dialling the number you put the phone up to your ear and waited. One ring. Two ring. Three ring. Was he not going to pick up? then there was a click. “H’llo?” your heart melted. “H-hey, is this B
TurnaboutInked Puppetry: Turnabout.
A week after the victory on Moebius, the Freedom Fighters had met up for breakfast at Chuck's diner, sitting around a table large enough for all but two of them. Nicole, not needing to eat, was working, and Emerl was with her, mostly out of his usual need to be by her side, but also, he felt, out of necessity- Nicole was currently highly unpopular with people, especially the specific group that made up Mina's fandom, and Emerl felt the need to be with her at all times.
Fiona's seat had been newly squeezed in, between Tails and Bunnie, and she was currently leaning on the shoulder of the former, while chatting with the latter between mouthfuls.
“How're you two this mornin', then?” Bunnie asked. She had less food than the others- the conversion of material fit for Mobian consumption into energy that her bionics could use was a slow process, meaning that, during downtime, she could survive on much smaller meals.
“We're good.” Fiona smiled
Fall Sparks8Back to Normal.
Text from Asami to Korra:
So, a little birdie told me that you had your own personal chauffeur over Fall Break.
The little blonde that I lift told me that she saw Mako driving you around town over Fall Break. What’s going on? I thought you two didn’t like each other?
Oh that. Well, at the beginning I had some car troubles and sort of begged Mako to drive me to my dance class. And then after I dropped it off at the shop, the mechanic said that it was worse than what we thought after doing a full check and I was carless for the rest of the break and Mako had a fully gassed up car and nothing to do.
Why did you take your car to the shop? I could’ve fixed it for you.
YOU WERE IN PANAMA!! >X(
Right… Sorry. I got you a new razorback. Don’t hate me. ^3^
What color is it?
Pink… But it’s neon pink and it says ‘Panama City’ on it in black graffiti.
Yay! Now that that’s over… I ge
OCT Round 1 - P3Tobias spun to see Phasma’s fist remaining where Silver Wolf’s head had once be. Certainly not anywhere near being Alex now, but in the full hero-zone, Silver Wolf rubbed her chin and tried not to wince. Why had she not even seen that coming?!
“Phasma, what are you-?” Tobias was cut off by Luna issuing a rumbling growl deep from the recesses of her throat and making a leap at Phasma’s arm, teeth opening to meet his wrist. Wanting to prevent any conflict, Tobias wrapped his arms in a vice-like grip around the wolf’s legs and dug his heels into the sand. Heaving the wolf back was not easy. Luckily for the boy, Luna had not suspected her usual comrade’s interference and hesitated, giving him the chance to gain purchase,
“Luna, come on, we can’t-“
Both of them looked up sharply when a crack cut through the air from behind them, paused in their awkward half-wrestle to crane their necks behind them, Luna’s ears darting upright
Intro to a new lifeIt was a sunny, beautiful, Monday morning, the worst kind of day. I was walking to school with my best friend, my only friend really, Hope. She was being very gleeful as always, ranting about her parents and siblings or whatever, "So the night before, I had... are you even listening to me, Sammy?" she asked, "huh? oh, yeah, I-I'm listening", I said that I was, but I really wasn't, I was thinking about how, tonight, I was going to run away into the woods, ditching this hell hole called civilization. I was thinking about how my grandfather would act, probably with no emotion, how he acted with everything I did, heartless bastard. I was thinking about about how sad Hope might be. Hope is the only thing that has kept me from going into the woods for years now. Now enough about my sob story, lets talk more about Samuel McCalister Sparks the third, or you can just call me Sammy if you want, though it's not like you would be talking to anytime soon, I'm a damn character in a story.
When the Morning Breaks Us- Chapter 3
The two figures ran across and through the vast landscape, a mixture of hands and shoes and misted breath. Ciaran was too fast for Sadie; he was almost a minute ahead of her. She flailed her arms as she tried to pick up speed, but he seemed to be powered by an electric motor. Sadie often lost sight of him; he dodged behind trees or just went further ahead. She sprinted at full pelt, her breath short.
Ciaran began to scale up a ridge, on all fours again, giving Sadie an opportunity to catch up.
His nails dug into the earth, sending dirt and tiny rocks into Sadie's face below.
"Hey!" She spluttered, sending the debris tumbling to the ground.
Her hand reached upward, grabbing Ciaran's heel. The silver ring on her finger dug into the leather of his boots. She beamed at him, thinking she had victory.
He glanced sideways at her- a look filled with cunning- and shook his leg, managing to wriggle free of her grasp. He made a triumphant whooping c
OCT Round 1 - P2“You know, if we were awake right now, I’d have to arrest you.”
Phasma looked at the boy with some incredulity. After spotting Tobias he had removed one of his fabric arm-bands before unravelling it to make some kind of half-assed mask, biting and tearing crude eye holes in the soft cotton. Horrible, shabby, but still gave him the right to use “Phasma” when his name was asked for.
“Though,” the boy went on, “despite being unconscious, maybe we’re not dreaming. Maybe. It’s all pretty vivid if you ask me. I’ve dreamt a lot, I know these things.”
Phasma gave a long, slow look at the kid who swaggered a few steps ahead of him to the right, raising his brows,
“This,” the thief stated blatantly, “is all insane.” He emphasised just how insane it was by waving his hands in the air exasperatedly.
Tobias pressed his lips together, pausing as he thought he spotted movement ahead, squinting,
THU: OCT Round 1 - P1The feeling that he was floating was both a comforting sensation and a worrying one.
The source of the comfort was easy to pinpoint. Tobias could feel the warm water lapping at the edges of his body, pleasant and soft like velvet, his back filled with a heat that seemed to radiate to his very extremities and out through his fingertips like sunbeams. The air above the water, the side that greeted his gently smiling face, was heady but not clawing or humid. Rather, it held that perfect level of ambiance. The boy’s limbs felt like jelly and he was positive that he could happily lie there for the rest of eternity.
The worry was a lot harder to place. He wanted to stay, but he couldn't. He couldn't because that worried feeling continued to insistently poke around at the back of his mind until his head almost throbbed. He trailed his fingers in the water, registering the reddish hue of the inside of his eyelids. Why should he be worried? He was going to stay here forever where it was w
Invader Zim ZADR: Chains And Bite Marks (Ch. 4)I opened my eyes, awakened by nature. . . I sat up to find myself in my room, in my bed. Was it all a dream?
I sat up in my bed, then I stood from my bed, and grabbed my glasses from the end table, then looked down at myself, to find my shirt on, like always. . . To find it was the one Zim had taken supposedly.
Was it a dream? I pressed this question, over and over, trying to get my thoughts in order.
I quickly became certain that it was, that the horror of that forgetful day, was all false. I frowned, remembering this ‘dream’.
“It felt so real. . .” I sighed as I walked over to my dresser, fiddling with the clothes in the drawers.
Just then I heard Gaz bang on my door yelling, “You better be getting ready, or I’m fucking leaving you!”
“Almost ready!” I yelled back, I hated that she was my ride.
I quickly got ready, grabbed my bag, and ran outside into the cold of the new fall morning. I sat in Gaz’s car, and nodded at her, to
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