Gays-From-Space

A Sense of Pride A RaPr Story Purple looked down at his fingers as he practically wrestled the two against each other. This is something he did whenever he was in deep thought. Red was doing the same thing across the room, except he was tapping his fingers rather than pitting them against each other. The room remained in silence for the two of them until, eventually, Purple's antennae perked up and he turned to Red. "What if I… pretend to stumble and fall on you and… we link hands and lips in front of everyone on the Massive? At first it looks like an accident, but then we somehow magically transform it into something that we d

Red simply lied in bed, staring up at the ceiling as many different thoughts went through his head. It had been about 24 hours since his fight with Purple and they were still not speaking to each other. Red just wanted things to be better between the two of them, but Purple was far to stubborn to simply talk things through. "I think I should leave," Zim said in a hushed tone. Red slowly raised himself up. He looked at the shorter irken who was sitting at the edge of Red's bed. He spent the night in the adjacent bed, though neither of them did much sleeping. "You leaving won't make anything better. You know that." "Yes, but... Zim wants to

The Grand Reveal Red laid in bed, simply staring at the ceiling. Red wasn’t one for sleeping. He knew that it would give him the boost of energy he needed to actually get through a day of his Tallest duties, but he never found himself indulging in the luxury. The time he should’ve been sleeping was often devoted to getting lost in his own thoughts. Otherwise he felt he would go crazy after a long day of dealing with a bunch of stupid irkens. This wasn’t the only thing that kept Red awake, though. It was Zim. It was always Zim. Most times, Zim was the one blowing things up and causing trouble for everyone. Now… Now Zim

Lard Nar had a sense of confidence that most leaders tended to lack. Though, that was often countered by his extensive levels of stress and his need to yell in order to let it all out. With that combination, Lard Nar was often considered to be a bit unpredictable. A competent leader at one moment, a screaming coward the next. Though, he did have a good reason to back-up his confidence. With his rebellion against the irken empire, Nar knew that gathering as much information as possible was the key to success. The best way was to befriend someone on the inside that would be willing to supply any information that they’re given. Luckily for

Jak slept soundly under the warm covers as the cold air flowed in through the window. Things had been going relatively well for him. Just a few months ago, Jak had been promoted to a detective position in his police department on Foodcourtia. With such high traffic and a variety of species, having a police department that could handle all of the chaos was vital. It was very common for them to have cases, especially mysterious deaths. That’s where Jak came in. Though, Jak wasn’t always one to be out on the streets looking for clues to the mysterious deaths of all of the people out there. He used to be a simple Forensics officer whe

Romance is a Battlefield Chapter 5 For most of the flight, Red and Zim remained in silence as they let the ship go in auto-pilot. Occasionally, Zim would let out a cough, which would catch Red's attention, but nothing much happened in the several minutes. "What's on your mind?" Red finally asked. He was okay with silence more than anyone else, but he didn't want Zim to be brooding on something. He knew that that would amount to a lot of drama if Zim was withholding some kind of emotion. Especially since Red was so used to Zim talking so much. "Zim wonders what it will be like to return to the Massive," he finally said. "I have not accompl

Taking my Rest Chapter 1 Red and Purple simply sat on the deck of the Massive and watched as everything unfolded. Stars flew by them as they went at high speeds through space, a few crewmembers were chatting and telling jokes in the corner next to the navigations console, and someone from the mess hall just came in to serve doughnuts and coffee to the Elites and Tallest. They'd like to think that they had a sense of novelty in the life as Tallest of one of the greatest galactic empires, but it all came down to a similar non-ending routine that often amounted to blowing something up, tossing someone out of the ship, or something else along t

"Lard Nar? Lard Nar." Lard Nar kept hearing his name. He was wondering if it would ever get old, but he'd rather hear it than 'Captain' a hundred times. Because at least hearing his name was more personal. Lard Nar slowly inched his eyes open to see some standing next to him. As his eyes gave in more details, he noticed that it was Liyana, the nurse that was taking care of Spleenk. "Liyana? What's going on?" "You dozed off again, Lard Nar," she said. Lard Nar looked around and noticed that he was still on the bridge. It was empty, probably because everyone was still asleep. Though another thought popped into his mind and his eyes shot towa