“How’s it like floating up there, kyupi?”

He was not going to let the local vigilante do his work in peace, was he?  Of course not! Nights on Earth are described as “young”, and the moon had not appeared up in the sky that long ago either.

❝ So Mysterion! ❞  He refused to get in the other’s way, though –he would never steal work from the locals–, reducing his presence to following him around the streets of downtown South Park... Well, more like floating behind him.  ❝ I know you must watch over this town, which I respect, but I wanted to ask you about some things. ❞  In all honesty, Mysterion was probably the only superhero that could catch him up to speed, so who else to answer to his questions but him?

The alien seemed to be enjoying his visit and their interaction, not taking the other’s stern silence to heart.  (He wished these humans would call for his help more often! Visiting that campsite had been such a breath of minty air...)  ❝ How many of you are there now? Superheroes, I mean. ❞  Besides Professor Chaos, he didn’t recognize any of the other superheroes that had called for his help –he even believed one of them was Iron Maiden, but his appearance didn’t match with the psychic’s–, and that made Mintberry Crunch very curious.

Zim’s  first  impression  of  this  so-called  zoo  was  how  awful  it  smelled;  His  Irken  senses  were  much  stronger  than  those  of  the  humans  and  this  place  was  full  of  animals  he  had  never  seen  before.  The  alien’s  face  scrunched  up  in  discontent  as  he  stepped  up  next  to  Gaz,  fists  clenched  with  a  little  bit  of  a  dramatic  fake.    "ALRIGHT,  dib-sister.  Let  us  transcend  this  -  THIS..."    His  words  were  lost,  and  instead  Zim  just  threw  his  head  from  one  side  to  the  other,  cue  the  boisterous  grunting  he  so  often  made.

𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - ACCEPTING

@avunct​ said ;; [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] // Katie Kaboom @ Minerva because THEYRE BESTIES

[ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose

–––––––––– A girl’s night, that was exactly what Minerva needed. 

She sat on the floor, her legs pulled up to her chest and crossed at the ankle as Katie sat behind her brushing through her long blond hair. Minerva had already returned the favour, though it had taken considerably less time with a lot less real estate to work with. 

“ So, is this the part of the night where we talk about boys or girls or like, whatever teenage girls are into these days? ” Minerva asked, “ Or are you kids only into texting? ”

assorted injuries | still accepting

“Well, ya can’t help me if ya don’t talk to me, Doc!” Yakko giggled, leaping off his place from on top of Scratchnsniff’s chair onto the lounger, where he was supposed to be sitting. 

Help. Help. Help. That’s what Scratchy said he wanted to do, but Yakko wasn’t exactly interested in what the dear old doctor was selling. 

For Larry