#vortship

Skoodge sits, leaned forward, cheek pressed into his fist propped up by the elbow on his knee, looking absolutely bored out of his mind. His PAK? Both. He's bored out of both.

Sat to Hal's left, fitted in a, frankly, terrible disguise. Worse than Zim's, even, with shades in place of contacts and a brimmed hat in place of a wig. In all honesty, the irken couldn't care less about how unconvincing he looks.

Though... if he'd known how long this excursion was going to be dragged out for, he might have dressed for the occasion, and actually put some effort in to make himself look more like a human.

A harsher bump hits the moving metro, causing Skoodge's fist to slip out from under his head. He almost falls forward, but manages to stop in time. After righting himself, he decides to just sit straight up, both his hands limp at his side. Empty, mind you. Spare of any success. Not a single plastic grocery bag in sight.

Gosh, this blows.

And by Zog, the nuns. "Eurgh..." He can't wait for them to drop off at one of the next stops. If it doesn't happen some time soon, he's going to make his own stop and crash through the window behind him.

"You said it. I wanna hide in the cushions so long I turn into one." With the various goos and gunk, wedged, buried along all crevices of the fiery orange couch in Zim's base, melding into the furniture isn't too far-fetched of a thought.

One nun gives him a startled look, at that. Her mouth opens, likely to begin a tirade about pillows and the unholiness of them, or something, Skoodge never bothered to learn about any of the Earth religions, but he stops her by holding a finger out to shush her.

Hex for @vortship, requested on discord :)

I couldnt decide what shes mad about so i just left it transparent so you can throw whatever you like in there :D

again i looked at some reaction pictures to get inspiration for a pose lol

❝ How many people have you fooled ? ❞ Eddie asked in an accusatory tone, his eyes narrowing down toward her. ❝ Many. I'm sure. Perhaps even countless. There's an abundance of oblivious fools in this world. Out of it, too, I'm sure. But what you didn't account for is that I'm the smartest man in the world. Maybe the universe, too. ❞ He said, tapping an index finger against his temple in referral to his vast intelligence.

@vortship ♡'d for a one-liner from dipper !!

[ it seems harmless enough to ask the kid herself. that's the mature -- or incredibly nosy -- thing to do. ]

" Hey, er ... You've been hanging out with The Monarch, right? What's that like? "

"I- I dunno. I figured like, if you can adopt me you can always unadopt me if I prove myself to be uh... not good." she tapped her chin with a thoughtful nod, as though that was the perfect word to describe her dilemma, "-at my job, I mean. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm great at what I do but it's like- when's work just work? Does it affect my daughter score?"

She hoped what she was saying made sense, because it seemed much more complicated in her head than explaining could do it justice. Sometimes she wondered if it was two sides of the same coin. If it would always be less about her, and more what she could do.  

It made heartbreaking sense, actually. So much so that Sheila, her eyes swimming with sympathy, leans over to curl an arm around the girl, tugging her into her side.

“Work is work, and you are you,” as if that’s simple. She should elaborate a tad more, shouldn’t she? Her smile gentling, she adds--

“It doesn’t affect your score at all. There is no score. Just like sometimes I’m a scientist, I’m a girlfriend too, y’know. Those points don’t really overlap.”

Hmm, maybe she should try to move away from this points thing, but Hal looks as though it’s how she’s clung onto this to understand, so. 

“And we would never, ever unadopt you!” She squishes the girl’s cheeks between her warm palms. “You’d have to fight it for that to happen, and even then, you know how we are.”

Finished expression sheet commission for @vortship (thank you so much again!!)

There's a pause that washes the atmosphere in silence, save for the frequent beeps and sounds of monitors that slices through the static. But his eyebrows continue to linger considerably low with a wrinkle in-between, and artificial blue glow from computer screens harshly touches bourbon eyes that wields a narrow edge akin to the sharpness of a razor's blade, dark pupils deep with their own emptiness as they fixate on their target. A bounty head which presented itself to be none other than a mere child once the Cowboy ( finally) managed to treed them at this warehouse utilized as their own personal hideout.

His nose wrinkles. A small response. A tiny gesture that displays a delicate portion of contempt and suspicion at words the criminal spew out in a dire moment of desperation. This entire scenario smelled familiar. That Spike found himself back on this broken planet once again, trailing after the scent of a criminal hacker across the solar system like a bloodhound, like a wolf with its tongue lolled out the side of its maw as it eagerly stalks its prey. And with the skillful aid of Edward, of course, Spike was ready to clamp his fangs into fresh meat and drag their remains to the nearest station.

❝ You offer an interesting bargain. . . kid. . . I'll have to admit. -guess it's true they say you know how to negotiate a deal. ❞ He takes a single step forward, and lips curve into a lopsided smirk, slithers crookedly like a snake across his mouth. Jericho raised in view, barrel of gun pointed with resolve as his finger lightly caresses the trigger, and he makes sure she can see its glint bounce off the steel metal. It's meant to threaten and inspire fear, but Spike's not taking any chances should they have any tricks up their sleeve, or even pull a rabbit out of their hat. They were just a kid, sure, but Spike knew better, as experience would tell he's encountered odd, psycho children in this line of work that nearly killed him without a sense of remorse, or rather, a grown man trapped in the limitations of a child's body.