#slothymellow

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Okay, admittedly, my third eye being awoken stemmed entirely from @rissynicole accidentally indoctrinating me due to her “Parade” fic, (so on that note she should know what’s coming kdhdgd) BUT! After Rissy opened my third eye on the potential—

I think Invader Larb is severely underutlized like... on the whole? Yo LARB CONQUERED VORT a notable planet, former Empire ally, and home of a notable species behind most if not all of Irk’s current technology 😭 Like. I feel like that level of shit writes itself almost and it’s just slept on. Ffs no one talks about him. And Invader Tenn has a cult following!!! 😭

I just think about that little booger a lot more these days.

Though because i have, and thanks to a myriad of other factors, he’s more or less morphed into the Nevel Papperman of IZ in my brain.

you feel the rue?

I ship you with: Vision!

I think Vision would admire how empathetic and caring you are, and how you would do anything for those you care about. He’s seen a lot of evil in the world, and with you he only sees kindness. In return, he finds he would do anything to protect you. He would be very protective over you.

He likes that you prefer to have a quiet life, being a synthezoid would usually draw a crowd in public, and he would love to spend evenings just holding you as you write or read your writing to him- he loves that. You’re average height but he’s a tall boi and loves to rest his chin on your head and shoulders. <3

I do!

I mostly write fanfiction for the Invader Zim fandom, but every now and then, I’ll write poetry, too.

I know you said headcanons but I wrote this at 1 am and it turned into uhhhh

The first time you’d seen the monochrome man, it had been raining.

It had actually been the first night of your residency; bright-eyed and fresh from the lowest-level nursing classes, you trailed after Nurse Joy all evening like you were the shadows sewn to her bright pink heels. You’d been new to Alola after all— and of all things you’d been stationed in Hau’oli City, one of the largest cities in a region that you’d never seen before.

The day had generally been worry-free. A few children had come in asking about sunscreen for their Slowpoke; a traveling trainer had stopped by for lunch and directions; a Tauros had barreled down the street at top speed, and none of the locals had batted an eye. Apparently that was just part of daily life on this island.

“You’ll be fine,” Nurse Joy had said, and her Comfey crooned along in its own soft tones as the rain began, all the tourists scurrying inside out of the weather. “Kahuna Hala lives on this island; he also takes care of the people and their Pokémon. We’re never working alone.” She had briefly rested her hand on your shoulder, and the gentle patter of the rain against the pavement outside made you feel like a child again.

And then the glass doors slid open.

A man had stumbled in, water pooling around his feet as his scuffed sneakers sank into the Pokémon center’s plush carpets. Hunched over and clutching something to his chest, he’d shaken his head back and forth until the hood of his jacket flew off, and then his eyes had met yours— sopping wet, trembling violently, his fluffy hair all sorts of black and white, he looked like a drowned Rattata.

But when he drew himself up to his full height, he towered over you. It was intimidating as he began making his way to the desk; Nurse Joy seemed completely undisturbed as she took her place with a smile, but you realized that she’d strategically placed herself between you and the man.

“Welcome to the Pokémon Center!” It surprised you how cheery Nurse Joy managed to sound— she’d probably done this before, when you thought about it.

“I need—” the man’s voice was rough, like he didn’t use it often, or maybe he’d used it too much. He had paused, his eyes frantically darting around the room as he’d tried to gather his words. When he couldn’t catch them, he’d just shoved the bundle into her arms. “My buddy—”

You’d stretched up on your toes to get a peek over Nurse Joy’s shoulder.

A Wimpod. Smaller than usual for the species, it had curled up tightly, not even trying to run away.

“Abnormal behavior,” your training kicked in. You looked to Nurse Joy for approval. “I’ll place it in a saltwater tank while you get a treatment room ready?”

She’d nodded at you, a proud smile crossing her face as you took the little bug Pokémon. You turned and almost started walking towards the back treatment rooms, only for another bit of your training to kick its way to the forefront of your mind. In a smooth motion you whirled on your heel and bowed to the dazed man. “Your Pokémon is in good hands.”

Over the course of your training, that same man became a regular visitor. You learned his name at some point— “Guzma? Are you serious?”— and he’d gotten comfortable using yours. He was loud and boisterous and occasionally called you Nurse Joy too, even though that was decidedly not your name, but then he’d flash his toothy grin and all your frustrations would melt away.

One night when you’d been left to run the Pokémon center alone, the glass doors slid open yet again, the familiar chime jingling gently through tinny loudspeakers. You had to catch your sigh before someone heard it; today had already been a rough one, and your uniform was sticking to you uncomfortably, you were so damp with sweat. Your fingers ached where you’d pricked them by accident, and your vision blurred with exhaustion as you stumbled to the desk to greet the new visitor.

“Welcome to the Pokémon center,” you said, not even bothering with the customer service voice.

A paper coffee cup landed on the desk in front of you. Your eyes followed the hand holding it, trailing all the way up a muscled arm until you reached Guzma’s face.

“Y’ain’t too hospitable to your boy, are ya?”

You couldn’t stop the grin that crashed over your face. Guzma simply reached up and ran his free hand through his fluffy hair, seemingly struggling to look at your happy face because now his eyes were averted. He lifts the drink again until it catches your attention.

“Saw ya workin’ through the windows,” he muttered, “and y’looked tired, so— Tapu Cocoa.” His voice trailed off at the end there. If he gripped that paper cup any tighter, it would burst.

“You didn’t have to do that!” Still, you reach out and accept the drink from him. When you take a sip, the rich flavors burst through your mouth and flood you with a delicious heat that revitalizes your entire body. No wonder he’s always drinking this stuff. “Thank you—”

It’s tough narrowing down my favorites sdfghgfd [except for Barry, he's always at the top of the list]

Kind of a follow-up to the big rival post

Silver really shapes up as a dad; he’s still grieving his relationship with his own father, and even though he’d never thought he would have children, now that he’s here, he’s determined to do better. He’s well aware of the fact that he’s gruff and difficult to get along with— because of that, he shows his affection in other ways. Very much an acts of service kinda guy when he’s involved with someone; he might struggle talking about Emotions as the kids get older, but he really is always there whenever they need him for anything, no matter how big or small it may be.

Barry is a surprisingly nervous father— once he’s got children of his own, he’s wondering how on EARTH his own parents let him run off with you to save the world as kids. And, predictably, the children inherit his disposition; they’re loud, and happy, and always wandering off when you’re not looking. Thankfully Barry didn’t change much as he got older, because now he’s able to predict when the kids wanna do something Really Stupid, and he can step in to stop them— or join in on the fun. He’s definitely not the responsible parent out of the two of you.

Wally is an absolute sweetheart, and is naturally really good with kids. He’s also still a pretty big crybaby— he can’t help being so empathetic, and the babies are tiny and cute, and when one of them gets upset it upsets him too. It’s not a bad thing, though; he’s deeply in-tune with your children’s emotions as they grow, and that helps a ton when they’re too young to really convey their feelings, and it’s even more beneficial when they hit their rebellious teenage years. He’s a very open father, because his family trusted him enough to let him travel even while he was ill— he intends to show that same trust with his own family, because it will help them grow.

May I please request some headcanons/scenario for Mist/No.96 where mc was his duel partner - and almost romantic partner - but then the end half of zexal happened and 96 perished;

BuT since then mc has been basically bullying the main trio to revive 96 too along with everyone, and then it happens, and they meet again and it’s -!!🥺🥺♡

this is long and kinda rambly so I hope it's okay!!

Thinking back on it, you weren’t quite sure how the odd pairing had ever happened. He was otherworldly, alien, and oh-so-intimidating, with a body that oozed the absence of light and fangs that gleamed like a broken moon. His markings had been your favorite, though— deep shades of red and green, they glowed, luminescent, despite the fact that his body was darkness given form. His voice had pinned you in place, even more so than the pressure that seemed to emanate from his very presence.

And you were just a human. Fragile and flawed and exactly what he was looking for. You’d had no reasons to get involved with the Barians or that other alien that looks just like him, but Dark Mist— when he’d announced his name like introducing a god, you’d nearly keeled over laughing— had dragged you along for the ride, in need of someone with tangible hands who could interact with the world beyond his reach.

It definitely wasn’t where you’d expected to go with your life. All the alien wanted to do was cause problems; he was constantly materializing in front of people and goading them into brawls, only to slip behind you when things got heated and order you around like a pawn on a chessboard. It’s not like you were doing anything else with your days. Your dueling skills may’ve only been average on your own, but Dark Mist had an understanding of duel monsters that you’d never seen in anyone before. When he suggested a play, you did it, and you always won— eventually he graced you even further with his presence, slipping the card with his own name into your deck and demanding you use it even if he wasn’t around. [He was always around, though— you were beginning to suspect he had nowhere else to go.]

Admittedly, his initial attitude was a lot to take. Arrogant and bossy and bordering on— crossing into— criminal. But there were moments that made up for it— the late nights where you’d climb from your balcony onto your roof and find him floating there like a black hole, watching Heartland far beneath him. And he asks you how electric lights work. And you remember he’s not exactly from here.

Some nights, he turns his golden eyes up to the stars, and he begins to brag. There’s worlds beyond Earth, he tells you, and he’s been to them— he can go whenever he’d like, and you’re stuck here on your silly little planet. He never answers when you ask him why he doesn’t just go, why he insists on drifting over your shoulder like a bad song, scaring you awake every morning because he hovers far too close to your face. Instead he just turns away from you and mutters something— you don’t catch it all, but you’re sure he’s said something about bringing you along to other worlds one day. You tell him you’ll hold him to that promise— his markings glow an even brighter red.

You’d never asked for any of this. He’d followed through on his word and dragged you to all sorts of other worlds, but it wasn’t the adventure you’d been hoping for— instead, as his proclaimed dueling pawn, you were there when he lost. When Astral sealed your odd not-quite-friend away permanently. When his body dissolved just out of your reach, and you were left with a sense of isolation you’d never felt before. The only proof he’d ever been in your life was the copy of his card still resting in your deckbox.

Yuma tried to apologize. Even if he couldn’t understand why you’d feel that way about someone practically made of evil, the alien had still been someone important to you, and he understood that much. You’d barely made it to your feet before demanding he take you home and never speak to you again.

With Dark Mist gone, the next few months passed like a foggy morning. You didn’t care enough to stay involved with the end of the world; you were vaguely aware that time had passed when Heartland disappeared, and then everything was okay again. For everyone else, anyways. One unfortunate day, your path crossed with Yuma again, Astral still quietly floating alongside him as they watch the ocean— you can’t decide if you want to shove them into the water, or drop to your knees and beg.

Your body made the choice for you. When you blinked, you were holding Yuma by the collar of his vest, dragging him up until he was balancing on his toes and then you make your demands. Your hands are trembling even as they hold him steady, and eventually his own gloved hands land on top of yours— instead of trying to tear you off him, Yuma wants to comfort you. He knows how it felt to lose Astral over and over— he knows you haven’t healed.

It’s a long debate. Astral doesn’t think it should be done, citing everything that Dark Mist caused; Yuma, though, is adamant that everyone deserves a happy ending. Vector— Ray— had gotten one, after all; 96 will have you to watch out for him, so there’s no real harm. Astral still holds the power to heal a few more hearts.

slothymellow said: Congrats miss jo!!!

crowspebbles said: YO CONGRATS!!!!

thank you!!! I’m honestly so surprised, the store manager came back and sat down with me and was like WELL YOUNG LADY, and I just. omg. he just offered it to me right then and I’m still in SHOCK FGHJKHGFD

it’s finally gonna be full-time! the pay’s a bit higher than I’m making right now, the place is only an extra ten minutes than my current drive is, and the schedule is going to be FIXED instead of random like my current one fghgfd

I’m so excited I just can’t believe this dfgfbhjkhgf