Semi selective independent RP blog of Invader Tenn from the show Invader Zim. Please note that this blog can be NSFW and that I portray my muse as an asshole so please don't take her words to heart.
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“Love you have to get cleaned up.” She tried to persuade her, however when she noticed her struggling she stopped. “Did that hurt you?” She put the cloth down. “Oh dear. I’ll stop. ” She looked at the creature before, trying to kiss it on the head. “I’ll make it better. Do you want something to eat love? How about a wee treat?”
Tenn was not so forgiving. She trusted the witch and was rewarded with pain. Kisses would not do! Her tiny hands tried to push Mother away while she hissed. However, her efforts were no more fierce than a kitten’s.
The smeet rubbed her head against the woman’s dress to wipe the goo off her antennae. They picked up sound and vibration better when cleaned but she still wasn’t able to understand what was being said. The way the witch brighten and repeated the word ‘mother’, she assumed she had correctly guessed her name. The irken smeet waited for the rambling to end before sharing her own. “Tenn,” she spoke as clearly as possible, then said it again softly.
“Tenn?” She smiled. “Your name is Tenn then darlin? It’s quite a pleasure to meet you Tenn. Are you hungry love?” She asked softly. She nodded. “Perhaps we best get you cleaned up…And get you something to eat.” She hugged the small smeet to her. “I’m going to take good care of you darlin.” She slowly walked towards the bathroom first. Slowly she reached for a wash cloth and dampened it. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The new area was full of odd smells and Tenn’s antennae twitched to detect each one. The toothpaste and soap were the strongest. It kept her distracted until she felt a searing pain from were the cloth had touched her. Water in contact with irken flesh caused the skin to burn and chap. Tenn struggled and clawed to get away from the thing.
The smeet rubbed her head against the woman’s dress to wipe the goo off her antennae. They picked up sound and vibration better when cleaned but she still wasn’t able to understand what was being said. The way the witch brighten and repeated the word ‘mother’, she assumed she had correctly guessed her name. The irken smeet waited for the rambling to end before sharing her own. “Tenn,” she spoke as clearly as possible, then said it again softly.
Anonymous sent: Whoops, perhaps I've come on too strong. Anyway, it's quite alright. Bother not your beautiful mind with wonder of who I am, for I am just a nobody. I will leave you be, as I do not wish to discomfort you.
Anonymous sent: But you're so lovely, I'd never wish death upon you. I sincerely apologize if I've offended you, Tenn. I just merely admire your upfront tone and dominating stature.
“I… what?. Who are you?”
“I would offer you a drink but you sound like a creeper.”
The irken smeet was jolted into consciousness and it’s body trembled with new life. Gradually she became self aware of the discomforts that came from being trapped in a cramped spherical vesicle. Tiny fingers reached out to dig at the gelatinous walls, which easily gave in to pressure. Dark greasy sludge poured out from the split that she clawed herself out from, dirtying the floor.
The air made the slimy substance cold and heavy on her skin and rendered her antennae useless to sense anything around her. In an act of desperation, the smeet focused her efforts of opening her eyes for the first time in her short existence. They glowed pink in the darkness and were capable of seeing every detail. Though hesitant at first, she chirped at the shadows, as if calling for help.
Had the spell worked? Slowly, Rowena looked up from the Book. Where was she? The Book had claimed, that she would be summoning a small creature, giving it life…But clearly it seemed that such had not happened, and that was a first. Sighing, she closed the book and began to clean up. She continued doing so, until she heard that small chirp. What was that?
Quickly, she walked over towards where her bedroom was. After opening the door, she looked down, and smiled. Her spell had worked after all. Smiling, she quickly approached the small Smeet. “It’s alright love. Mother is here.” She crouched down, and held her arms out to the creature. “Come here love.”
Mother..The word was unfamiliar to her. Without knowing how or why, the smeet already understood a number of things, such a speech. The problem was that she only know how to speak the irken language. Just like how she know what an irken was and how they functioned. She even knew her own name, though didn’t know where it came from. But whoever, whatever, this person was, she did not recognizer her or what she was saying. “Mm-oth-er..” the smeet tested.
There was something about the witch that made the young smeet want to accept the invitation. She stood and paddled forward on legs already strong enough to carry her weight. She landed right into the woman’s arms.
Anonymous sent: Beautiful Irken invader! Too good for this universe <3 Stop being so wonderful, Tenn. Back to the planet in which you came.
“Flattery won’t work on me so you can knock that off. And if I go back, they’ll have me deleted. Is that what you’re trying to do? To fool me into my own execution?”
The irken smeet was jolted into consciousness and it’s body trembled with new life. Gradually she became self aware of the discomforts that came from being trapped in a cramped spherical vesicle. Tiny fingers reached out to dig at the gelatinous walls, which easily gave in to pressure. Dark greasy sludge poured out from the split that she clawed herself out from, dirtying the floor.
The air made the slimy substance cold and heavy on her skin and rendered her antennae useless to sense anything around her. In an act of desperation, the smeet focused her efforts of opening her eyes for the first time in her short existence. They glowed pink in the darkness and were capable of seeing every detail. Though hesitant at first, she chirped at the shadows, as if calling for help.
