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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angels, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angels, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

Zim and Mala's theme!! (However, it really suited this moment in a role play.)

You may be asking yourself, "why on EARTH is GIR an angel? Did he die?!".......Yes, yes, he did die. Hoo boy, get ready for a long explanation.

In my fic, GIR contracts a bad computer virus - that's all I'm saying about that part. With many of my GIR-and-Zim-angst lovin' friends, I've done this particular RP where GIR gets deathly ill with a foreign and terminal computer virus that is basically the earth equivelant to cancer. In every RP, he pulled through in the end. Either, Zim would find the cure, fix it before it reached the fatal third stage, or simply put GIR's memories into a new SIR's body. However, both my friend and me were in a sad RP mood. We made it, that GIR did not survive the computer virus.
With continuous gentle words of comfort, Dib manages to convince Zim that "if he really loves GIR, he shouldn't let him suffer through any more days of pain." Rather than futilely try to find a cure, Zim heeds to Dib's advice and brokenly shuts the ill robot down; GIR's last words being "I....love.......you.....D.........danem", before passing away.
A broken hearted Zim is in his bed later that night, trying to find a way to fall asleep, when sudenly, two figures appear at the end of his bed: his late mother, Mala, and GIR.
After hugging the life out of GIR, Zim curls up into his Mameen's arms, like he never thought he'd do again.

(The RP is not done yet.)

(So yeah, that sums it up. Let me just say, I did NOT have fun doing this picture. I did at first, but soon it became so damn complicated. X__X I made a huge mistake in one of the layers that left me to manually color EVERYTHING, rather than use the fill tool. Not to mention that the sparkles and mist were done manually - without using special brush packages! The whole thing took 6 hours)

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Zim, GIR (c) JV

Mala (c) Me

Description
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angels, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angels, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

Zim and Mala's theme!! (However, it really suited this moment in a role play.)

You may be asking yourself, "why on EARTH is GIR an angel? Did he die?!".......Yes, yes, he did die. Hoo boy, get ready for a long explanation.

In my fic, GIR contracts a bad computer virus - that's all I'm saying about that part. With many of my GIR-and-Zim-angst lovin' friends, I've done this particular RP where GIR gets deathly ill with a foreign and terminal computer virus that is basically the earth equivelant to cancer. In every RP, he pulled through in the end. Either, Zim would find the cure, fix it before it reached the fatal third stage, or simply put GIR's memories into a new SIR's body. However, both my friend and me were in a sad RP mood. We made it, that GIR did not survive the computer virus.
With continuous gentle words of comfort, Dib manages to convince Zim that "if he really loves GIR, he shouldn't let him suffer through any more days of pain." Rather than futilely try to find a cure, Zim heeds to Dib's advice and brokenly shuts the ill robot down; GIR's last words being "I....love.......you.....D.........danem", before passing away.
A broken hearted Zim is in his bed later that night, trying to find a way to fall asleep, when sudenly, two figures appear at the end of his bed: his late mother, Mala, and GIR.
After hugging the life out of GIR, Zim curls up into his Mameen's arms, like he never thought he'd do again.

(The RP is not done yet.)

(So yeah, that sums it up. Let me just say, I did NOT have fun doing this picture. I did at first, but soon it became so damn complicated. X__X I made a huge mistake in one of the layers that left me to manually color EVERYTHING, rather than use the fill tool. Not to mention that the sparkles and mist were done manually - without using special brush packages! The whole thing took 6 hours)

Stock [link]

Zim, GIR (c) JV

Mala (c) Me