#GUESS WHOS FINALLY BACL

[sug4r-sp1c3]

Could I request Zim x human!reader where the reader taught themselves how to bake sweets that are safe for him to eat?

Cooking people food is how I show I care ❤️

OMG FIRST INVADER ZIM REQUEST YIPEEE

ok but sweetie as i almost always say u need to specify if Hc or a oneshot, if you don't to i will make HC(and sorry for the wait also..) ..with that. Enjoy!

(i tried to make it Gender-Neutral. no mention of prnns)

Zim with a Human!reader that bakes him sweets!

Zim wasn't someone that enjoyed the human food...that much

principally since he couldn't drink water

He is practically confused when you are comming home or he finds some ingredients in your bag.

he never seems to care that much. He only asks what are you doing. And when you just answer 'Nothing' he just shrugs, but keeps and eye on you

(i even see him capable of sending Gir to spie you..but he always comes bacl with his 2.."eyes"(? full of flour)

When you finally offer him the cookies..He doesn't accepts

he says that "Human fod isn't of his interest!" or something in that style...

But he always sneeks and takes a bit of one of your cookies.

AND HE LOVES THEM

he eats them all until there's no trace of the cookies.

he then comes to you and says "My beloved Human! i've decided that i'll let you bake your strangely delicious cookies! With the condition that I will only eat them..no gir or the minimoose!" "ajehm..please.."

(if he sees you giving Gir some of your cookies or Gir stealing them..he will say that he will eat all Gir's snacks..but he inmediatly regrets and gives them back)

Guess who's back!

Hi! sorry for any spell mistakes or if Zim is OOC..haven't watched the movie or the series in a long time..so yeah sorry :(

#invader zim x reader #zim x reader #Invader zim x reader #x reader #sug4r sp1ce

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Hypnovember day 14: Slime/Goo

Sam Flynn was working late in his office when Dillinger Jr. entered the room.

“What is it, Ed?” He asked, annoyed. He was NOT dealing with the rivalry everyone was expecting them to have on top of all the paperwork needed for his so-called “coup”.

“Here. My dad wants you to have it.”

What? Dillinger refused to talk of his father even with his own allies, who were asking him to do the “magic” (aka stealing other people's works) his dad did in the early 80′s!

He looked with suspicion at the little thing Dillinger put on his desk. looked like an USB drive, or a little box of some kind. It was very... Shiny.

“When did he make that?” “Dunno. Didn’t manage to do anything with it either. Careful, I guess?” The programmer’s tone clearly indicated Sam could get hacked for all he cared, but hey. “Guess You’re more of a daddy’s boy than I thought or Alan hoped.”

As expected, that gets a rise out of the guy. The new CEO of ENCOM grabbed the thing, planning on having the best information security had to offer to study it as soon as possible, but as soon as his fingers touched it, the box turned into a liquid that slowly reached across his hand, covering his fingers.

“What the?” Sam shouted as he grabbed a tissue to move it away as it reached the sleeves of his suit, but the liquid ignored it entirely, and started to move under Sam’s clothes to cover all the skin.

As Sam had to put his hands on his desk, hit by nausea, he saw the horrified Ed looking over at what was happening, paralyzed.

“Oh God, Flynn. I’m sorry. Oh fuck! What did I do? What should I do?”

It was a sign of how serious signs were that Sam didn’t remark on the use of his family name, banned in all-but-formallity after too many comparisons to his father. “Try to find someone!” He shouted instead.

As Dillinger ran out of the room, typing a number on his phone, Sam decided that Quorra would know what to do. but it’s when he tried to reach for his phone that he realized his infected arm wasn’t obeying him at all.

Instead, it started to move and rub itself on his torso, where the liquid- the thing started to go through the layers of clothing to spread by multiple corners.

As Sam was struggling to reach for the correct pockets to reach the phone, the liquid had finished reaching his shoulder, and jumped into his ear.

“Hello, Son of Kevin_Flynn. I don’t think you know me, but I am thrilled to finally meet his son.”

The voice had the reverberating effect of most programs. But all the inhabitants of The Grid where in-

Nobody over there called his father by his full name, except Clu. But he was dead, and that only left. “The-The Master. Computer. Program?” He was left speechless.

“Smarter than his father. truly. You and Junior will do many great things together. Still, he is distracting me, calling his so-called “father”. Time to deal with him too. He is reacting much worse than I expected.”

Somewhere in the corridors, Dillinger screamed.

“My friends wi-will stop y-you!” Why wasn’t he trying to resist anymore? And why was he stuttering, like he was afraid of talking back to the M.C.P? His Father and tron defeated the thing, and a 1980′s AI had nothing on modern technologies.

“How Pitiful. You really think I survived until today without regular updates? And no one will know anything is wrong, so why would they do anything? I’ll admit Alan_Bradley is a bigger threat than you could ever wish to be. But I have a plan for that. And look! Ed was such a puppet, his reprogramming is already more advanced than yours!”

Ed entered the room, but his eyes were glassy, not looking at anything and that bacl liquid was dripping from his nose, eyes and ears. It was spreading, and soon, a full mask would cover him.

“Drones? You’re turning us into drones?” Sam wanted to say, but his mouth wasn’t his anymore. instead, it opened, and a black, thick saliva dripped down to his chin. His neck moved without his command, and he saw that his two hands were covered in something similar to gloves, rubbing his crotch and ass respectively.

He heard himself say: “Need Dillinger seed.”

Ed, now a faceless dark creature wearing a suit, opened his trouser and showed a dark but smooth ball. He somehow knew to grab a part of it and start to jack it. meanwhile, the liquid, probably nanobots, he realized, even if it was becoming so hard to think, must have reached his knees, as he fell to the floor, and still curbed his back so that his mouth could open on the stick that now came out of Ed’s bulge

The feeling of sucking was horrendous to Sam, and the fact he was basically raped and raping Dillinger at the same time was making it worse. As he felt the dark liquid spread through his veins and reaching muscles, covering bones he didn’t know he had, he had one last thought: “Save me, tron.”

“Such a childish wish.” His Master’s voice commented. “But you now know better. Don’t you?”

To better speak, he needed to have a mouth. As a creature of the M.C.P. It was easy to command the nanites to uncover his face. “Of course, my Lord.” he smiled sadistically.

“What is your wish? I promise to use all the resources at my disposal to help you reach your objectives, Master.” He realized he had a robotic edge to his voice, now. He would need to train to erase it, if he was to work undercover.

“Well, listen closely, insect.”

-

Alan was surprised to hear Sam had given a secret project to Dillinger. Entering his adoptive son’s office, he was surprised to see him radiating confidence and typing fast, in leather gloves.

“Alan!” Sam exclaimed with joy, rising from his chair. “Am I glad to see you. Wanted to call you, but I was worried you were doing something important.” And he hugged him. That surprised Alan. And did Sam have a cold? Something felt cold about those hands.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something.” Sam smirked.

“Is this about Dillinger? Sit, sit. Got plenty of things to talk to you about. Believe me, it will be earth-shattering at first, but by the end, I guarantee you that you're gonna love it!!!”

-

@mathhypnostories​. I ended up making this day the mind control Tron fic that was hauntiong me since months! it’s not even any of the FIVE plots I had for the concept. >_<. I also made it bigger than my usual captions, guess I REALLY wanted that one...

#hypnosis #brainwashing #my writing #captions #tron #tron: legacy #hypnovember #mind control

[alexsguitar]

HI BABES

#GUESS WHOS FINALLY BACL #AND THIS TIME FOREVERRRR BUFHDHSHS #I GOT IN THIS SCHOOL I REAAAAAAALLY WANTED TO #I MEAN ITS AN ADVANCED MATH HIGHSCHOOL ITS THE BEST IN THE COUNTRY AND IVE BEEN TO THAT MIDDLE SCHOOL BUT U HAVE TO FO THEVTEST TO GET INTO #IT AGAIN AS A HIGHSCHOOL #LONG STORY SHORT I GOT IN #AND THAT MEANS #NO. MORE. STUDYING. FOR A LOONG TIME #SO HOWS EVERYONE YAYYAYAY

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So I looked at the end credits for The OWCA Files, and I noticed a rather interesting coincidence relating to the Milo Murphy’s Law Season 1 finale, Fungus Among Us. Here is the dialogue:

Phineas: Are these new plates? I mean, they look the same, but it feels as though they were replaced by exact copies. Ferb: Yes, and the tree in our backyard is now a pine.

Phineas’s line is really interesting if you compare it to the plot of Fungus Among Us. “They look the same, but it feels as though they were replaced by exact copies” sounds a lot like how the Pistachions went around kidnapping humans and replacing them with themselves looking exactly like the humans they took away, while acting off. What happened with rebuilding and replacing the Flynn-Fletcher house can be compared to the Pistachions taking over Earth and replacing themselves with humans.

However, I’m gonna make a ridiculous stretch and look at Ferb’s line. They now have a pine tree. From several species of pine tree, you get pine nuts. And who has taken over the world? Sentient pistachios, and pistachios are a nut. Seriously, I think the PnF writers predicted the next time their characters would show up unintentionally. :V

This is also interesting given the Flynn-Fletchers were away when their house accidentally was blown up by Doofenshmirtz. What if this is somehow relevant to the crossover, and the unintentional predictons made by The OWCA Files continue? What if while everyone in the PnF cast was body snatched besides I guess the characters in The OWCA Files (or at least Doof and I assume Perry based on that screenshot Dan posted a while bacl) and replaced, the Flynn-Fletchers are still the real ones? What if them being away comes into play and it saved them, or they were away for some other reason and come back to see what has actually happened? What if they show up fine to help save the day while everyone else is locked in Pistachion prisons?

Of course we can only wait until next year, but this is a really interesting coincidence nonetheless.

#Phineas and Ferb #the owca files #milo murphy's law #theory #meta #pistachions #crossover

[makikoigami]

[FIC] FINAL FANTASY XV - PROMPTIS WEEK DAY 6

Title: Fool K  Day 6: Desperation / Apology Rating: PG Wordcount: 478 Spoilers: None! Warnings: Dorky grown-up husbands. Disclaimer: I own nothing and I never played the game. Still, these guys happen to occupy my mind. Not my fault Summary: The aftermath of a very good re-enactment scene. Notes&Comments: Written for @promptisfanweek, sequel to day 4. This is just short and silly. Of all things I could have gone for... it was this. Plus, I had very little time today, so it’s VERY short.

“I'm sorry," Prompto said in a small voice, kneeling next to the hot tub where Noctis was currently soaking in. He still had white streaks in his hair where the king had been hit by a bag of flour earlier.

"It's not your fault," Noctis sighed, sinking a little deeper into the water.

"It is... I asked you to model for me," Prompto protested for what was probably the hundredth time.

"Mhm, but you couldn't have known that this park was where that reenactment game took place," Noctis said softly, waiting for Prompto to say something in confirmation. When he didn't, he looked up and found that his husband was looking away with an embarrassed expression.

"You... You didn't, right?" Noctis asked, lifting his head to fix his husband with a curious stare.

"...I'm sorry," Prompto said for the two hundredth time, throwing himself to lie flat down the ground.

"Prompto?"

"It's... I did suggest to use flour and water bombs filled with water paint, but... Believe me that I didn't know they'd choose that place to reenact the climax of the Adventures of the King of Light and his Knights!"

"So that was that?" Noctis asked, reclining back in the bath. "I did think that was a pretty good Ardyn cosplayer, I could feel my blood run cold because he looked so real? Really, the only thing I could think about was how I didn't want him to get under my skin again by taking you away from me..."

The water sloshed as he turned his head to the side a little too fast as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

"Noct..." Prompto looked even more guilty than before and he sighed. "I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to scare you like that."

"It's fine, you didn't do it on purpose, I know," Noctis interrupted quickly. "But really, the idea to use those things as magic and all that? Brilliant. Plus those great cosplayers? I really thought that was my younger self there in front of me."

"Yeah... Too bad they thought we were some of the bad guys," Prompto sighed and handed Noctis the bottle of shampoo so that he could start washing his hair. "They got you pretty bad... And I totally sucked as your bodyguard."

"It's just flour and color, nothing that hurt or that I can't wash off," Noctis smiled, nodding to Prompto and the blue blotch that was visible on his bacl. "And I'm not the only one who got hit. Come on, get undressed and join me?"

Prompto worried his lip and looked at his husband with what was a mix of misery and a puppy look.

"King's orders?" Noctis sighed, and tilted his head expectantly.

Prompto sighed before he looked up with just the hint of a grin. "I guess I can't say no to that."

"King's orders," Noctis smirked.

#promptisfanweek #promptisweek #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #old married promptis #I'm sorry this is so short and sucky today #No time to write #very little inspiration #It probably sucks #Makiko Igami's fanfiction