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shadowofthelamp · 3 years

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Partners

Swap Zim and Dib decide to work together. Technically a direct sequel to this thing that was posted a year and a half ago. Like, comments, and reblogs all super appreciated!

Wordcount: 1800

Warnings: Mentions of Dib experimenting on people, I guess?

Zim woke up strapped to a lab table that smelled so strongly of blood that he almost threw up. (Which was quite an accomplishment, considering it wasn’t like Zim was a stranger to animal test subjects, or even getting himself injured.) It took him a few seconds to remember why he was strapped to a bloody lab table, but hearing the familiar voice frantically muttering next to him helped.

“Come on, I need to kill him, but it’s Zim, I like Zim, I don’t want to kill him, but he’s a threat to the mission, I can’t upset my Tallest or the Professor, but maybe I could just wipe his memory...”

That voice was Dib. Dib, the stalker who had turned out to be a real live alien. Dib, the kid (was he a kid?) who must have strapped him to a table.

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It had started out pretty easy- he’d already known where Dib lived from the one time Dib had dragged him there when they’d both gotten caught in an explosion and he’d wanted to help patch Zim up. All Zim had to do was use a taser to short out the electric fence and some hacking to get in the front door once he found the security frequency they were using.

It was child’s play, although it wasn’t like it would be easy for anybody else. Zim was special. He was always special, always better than everyone else. Dib had seen that. As annoying as he got at times, Zim was glad that at least he was annoying because he liked Zim.

However, things had started to go south as soon as he got inside the front door. There was a chubby little pig perched right next to it, and it sniffed at him before its eyes lit up bright red.

“STATE YOUR BUSINESS.”

“You talk?” It looked like a regular pig to him, usually talking animals were a lot clunkier and more robotic-looking.

“IRRELEVANT. STATE YOUR BUSINESS, HUMAN.”

“Seeing Dib.”

“NONE MAY PASS.” The pig jolted up on two legs, and Zim noticed a small zipper on its belly only moments before the pig grasped at it, yanking it down and ripping off its- costume? It didn’t look like any fabric Zim had ever seen- to reveal a silvery robot with burning red eyes. A dozen weapons, mostly guns and knives, popped out from its head, and Zim couldn’t bite back a yelp as he fumbled in his backpack for his own laser gun.

“I know how to use this thing, you know!”

“ANY THREAT TO THE MISSION AND TO MASTER GAZ MUST BE ELIMINATED.”

Zim squeezed the trigger, but the robot- okay, it moved way too fast for a robot that size, Zim’s tended to blow up if they tried any fancy acrobatics, but this one flipped out of the way, his laser blasting a hole in the wallpaper instead.

He took half a second to breathe before squeezing the trigger again and swinging it around, burning a line through the wall and couch before hitting the robot and getting a metallic shriek out of it as it lunged for him, pinning him down by the shoulders and making him drop his laser.

“ELIMINATED. ELIMINATED. ELMINATED.”

“Release Zim!” Zim kicked up and heard a metallic crack before he rolled to the side, thankful for those self-defense classes he’d taken as the robot plunged about fifteen knives into the spot where his head had been half a second ago. The red eyes narrowed at him before activating rockets in its feet, and Zim ducked as it swung with a giant mallet from its head. He dropped to the floor, fumbling for the laser and swinging it around to take another shot at the thing.

The gun managed to blast one of the arms off, but that sure as hell made it mad considering he didn’t have time to dodge the second swing of the mallet. He saw stars for half a second before there was nothing at all.

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“Dib,” Zim croaked, head feeling rather like it was full of rats that had thrown a dance party inside his skull and left a mess all over the cerebral cortex.

“But this is a perfect opportunity for some experiments, you wanted that, didn’t you Dib- huh?” Dib looked up from muttering to himself.

Or rather, the alien did. It was still wearing Dib’s trademark goggles that looked heavy enough to weigh his head down with lenses too dark to see anything underneath, but its skin was an even darker shade of green, and it had a pair of twitchy antennae. No nose, no ears, and it had donned a full-on labcoat that was soaked in a whole lot of red and black stains. He’d always kind of figured aliens were real somewhere out there, but seeing it... it was like reality had tilted a little to the left. There were more pressing matters than a crisis about aliens existing anyhow, and Zim was pretty good at repressing things he didn’t like.

It sounded like Dib, though, and the way it fussed with its hands was the same with two fingers and one thumb on each, same as Dib. ‘Machine accident’, his ass.

“You’re awake?”

“Y-yes, I’m awake. Could you let me go?” His voice came out sickly-sweet and polite, like he was talking to the counselor again to convince her that he was fine.

Dib-alien shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I really would like to, but you know too much. Protocol is pretty clear- dispose of or brainwash all witnesses when the planet is marked for conquest. But brainwashing knocks out a lot of the intelligence, and that would be such a waste, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it would,” Zim agreed. “So let me off with a warning?”

Dib folded his arms. “Nope. But the fact that you actually held your own against a SIR unit for a full minute as a smeet- and one that I modified to be extra aggressive- just tells me that you’re still useful as a specimen.”

“Hey, I’m not a- a- smeeb!”

“Smeet, child, baby, whatever term it is you humans use.” Dib waved a dismissive hand, stalking closer and looming over Zim. His eyes were a deep, electric blue like an unsucked sour candy, and Zim squirmed under the restraints. “That table is where most of my previous experiments died, and I don’t want you to just be number thirty-six, you know?”

“Thirty-six? Thirty-six what?”

“Oh, this and that. Humans are good for experiments, they’re very determined to survive so you don’t have to use as many.”

“Well, so is Zim.” Zim tried to twist away, but something metallic erupted from Dib’s backpack like a dozen sharp insectoid legs, propelling him up onto the lab table before he dropped directly on Zim’s chest, driving the wind out of him.

“I’m well aware. You’re already a survivor, aren’t you?” He ticked off on his fingers, alien butt shifting on top of Zim a bit to get comfortable. “Barely any parental supervision, yet you create machines and work on biological experiments that are beyond the capability of most humans three times your age. You almost get blown up often and yet walk away from it. You’re an anomaly.” Dib leaned closer, and Zim could taste the sugar on his breath. “I like anomalies.”

Zim attempted to buck Dib off to no avail as he continued. “Find the exception and you’ll have found the thing of most interest, the thing that makes or breaks a species. The outlier the proves the rule, and you’re a human that behaves like an irken, showing just how far ahead of the rest of your species you are. According to my research, they’re going to burn when Gaz decides what to do with this place if they don’t destroy each other before she gets around to it, but I just might keep you as a pet.”

“Zim is no pet!” Even with little oxygen left in his lungs, Zim shouted, snarling up at Dib with his lip curled. “Earth may be terrible, but it’s mine, so back off!”

“Oh? So you agree that Earth is terrible?” Dib tilted his head to the side, one of those long antennae twitching, and Zim narrowed his eyes.

“You’re not very good at research, are you? Of course it is! But it’s mine, and I don’t want any buggy alien getting his sticky hands all over it!”

“It’s not exactly up to me,” Dib replied, hearing the wheeze in Zim’s voice and sliding off his chest to the table itself, and Zim sucked in a deep breath, feeling the air reinflate his squashed lungs. “Gaz is the one who’s actually invading, I’m just here to study the planet in case there’s anything useful. You’re a pre-contact planet, or at least that’s what’s logged, so this place is a treasure trove of undiscovered species. I’m trying to convince Gaz to at least set up a preserve so I can study some of them once she’s done with the invasion.”

“Are you even listening to me? I told you to bug off! Leave me and Earth alone!”

“I’m listening, but I told you, it’s not my call. Even if it was... you said it yourself, Earth is terrible. It would be far more useful to the Empire as a sugar-harvesting operation, or a zoo, or something else. Humans don’t really deserve to be in charge, they’re just going to blow themselves up eventually.” Dib shrugged.

“If I was in charge, you wouldn’t say that,” Zim muttered, and Dib’s antenna twitched again.

“What did you say?”

“I said, if I was in charge, you wouldn’t say that. I bet if everybody listened to me, you’d take that back. I’m a human and I know I could fix everything.”

Dib stared at him for a solid ten seconds, and Zim wasn’t sure he hadn’t spontaneously kicked the bucket. Did aliens do that? “You’re a genius. You’re a genius!”

“Of course I am, but why?”

Dib smacked his hands on Zim’s cheeks, squishing his mouth in like a goldfish. “Of course, how didn’t I see it before? Your potential is stifled by the fact that you only have access to tools that you create, but if we worked together, you could help us because you have intimate knowledge of humanity, and I could help you by giving you limited access to my technology! We could be lab partners- I wouldn’t have to kill you, and you can help reshape your species for a better future!”

Zim blinked. “Does this mean you aren’t going to do horrible experiments on me?”

“I can’t promise that, but I’m not going to kill you right now.”

“Good enough for me!” Zim tried to shake Dib’s hand, before realizing that he was still restrained to the table. Dib leaned over, hitting a button just next to Zim’s head, and the restraints popped off. Zim rubbed his wrists for a moment as he sat up, mind still whirling.

This was a chance to fix everything, to make things the way that they should be.

“So, you won’t kill all humans, and you’ll give me access to cool tech.”

“I’ll consider your input on that, and I’ll give you access to cool tech.” Dib nodded, taking Zim’s hand, and a slow grin spread across Zim’s face.

“Then lead the way, Dib-thing.”

#aip swap au #invader zim #screw it main tag for once #iz blogging #iz #aip #shadow writes stuff

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artificialalienn · 3 years

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6, 15, for zadr and 8, 9, 14 for dibper halloween asks?

6. Do they love trick or treating? If they’re adults, what excuse do they use to go trick or treating? If they don’t go trick or treating, do they love when kids come to their house asking for candy?: They didnt really do much trick or treating as kids but I imagine as they grow older Dib loves seeing all the neat costumes of kids that come to the door, he has a problem of giving his favourites extra candy. Zim still hates the holiday and refuses to answer the door lol 15. Which one has a lazy Halloween costume and which one has the most elaborate Halloween costume you have ever seen?: Dib is super into making elaborate costumes but the problem is he spends too much time on the ideas for the costumes rather than making them. Zim just buys whatever is labeled [monster] costume, he doesnt make too much of an effort. 8.Do they make any halloween candies or baked goods for the holiday?: Neither of them can bake for shit but they absolutely watch 'top 10 coolest halloween snacks for your party' and fail miserably to recreate it. 9. What do they do Halloween eve?: OH THERES NO DOUBT THEY GHOST HUNT. spirits are most active on Halloween so these dorks take the opportunity to summon, talk to and capture whatever they can find with no concern for their own safety. 14. Which one is the cool Halloween adult and which one is the lame Halloween adult in the eyes of kids (theirs or other kids)?: They are both lame. Dib tries to scare kids who come to the door and fails. Dipper always matches his sister for halloween and while adorable, does duct cool points. Dib probably puts curses on kids who t-pee the house

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zims-left-shoe · 4 years

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Ackkk I love all your works so much I can’t even they're all so goooooood. Uh, I don’t know if this would be dumb but could you do a Zim x an anorexic reader? Like, the reader has it, and zim just kinda thinks it’s normal at first cause he’s adorably clueless sometimes? Sorry for bothering you haha

You’re not bothering me at all! Thank you for the kind words, it really means a lot. I also apologize for any inaccuracies, I did some baseline research, but we all know that pales in comparison to experience. I hope you enjoy this regardless. :)

Zim. He was an interesting one, to be sure. You could barely recall the circumstances under which you two had met, as life with him tended to move at a thousand miles per minute. You wouldn't complain, at times less opportunity to think made things a little bit easier. What you could remember is being new in town, not hoping for much. Your new home defied all of your expectations in the first five minutes as you had the pleasure of witnessing some guy duke it out with a green kid in the school parking lot before school. That night you had discovered them to live in your neighborhood, by happy accident, of course, as the two were fighting, coincidentally, outside your window. You couldn't help but take a peek. In that moment, you had figured out Zim's greatest secret, that he wasn't human. In hindsight, you thought it was obvious from the start, that you shouldn't have needed to see him without his poorly made disguise to realize. Oh well. From that moment forward, you had set out to become his friend. How cool would that be? Friends with a being from beyond the stars. Eventually, he had become tired of trying to shoo you away, and at some point or another, he even asked to be your boyfriend. Something about studying human courtship. You had agreed, because although it was rather embarrassing to admit, you had developed somewhat of a crush on the Irken.

And here you were. You weren't exactly sure when, but the feelings had become less one sided as the relationship shifted to less of an experiment, and more of a commitment. Zim was actually quite expressive if you knew how to read him, and you had caught on to his attachment. How long had it been, a month? Two? Three? Again, your concept of time had ebbed away while you lived life in the fast lane, always jumping from one scheme to the next, going on a date one minute and setting a trap for Dib another. You didn't mind. It was a nice distraction from yourself.

"Welcome home, son!" The Roboparents' cheery and, well, robotic voices broke you from your thoughts as they greeted you and your space boyfriend. The parental decoys stepped aside and retreated to their hangars, allowing you to follow Zim inside his home and alien base. You sprawled out across the couch, kicking your feet up on the armrests. You had been to his place so many times that you sometimes thought of it as your home away from home. Pulling out his contact lenses and discarding his wig, Zim joined you on the couch, pushing you out of the way so he could have a place to sit.

"Hey, I was comfortable." You whined, elbowing him in the side. He doubled over, his strange yet fascinating alien tongue slipping out of his mouth as pain flashed on his face.

"Humans are so bony." He hissed out, clutching his side. You didn't think you had hit him that hard, and figured he was probably just being dramatic. He was the ultimate drama king, after all.

"Maybe Irken organs are just too soft." A snicker escaped you, and you watched as his antennae flattened against his head, his eyes narrowing.

"Are you insulting my SUPERIOR Irken organs?!" His voice may have been raised, but it wasn't in anger. He was just trying to mess with you, in fact the pain hadn't been severe and had vanished as quickly as it presented itself.��

"Tell me, what would you do if I was?" This type of banter would occur quite often. You were convinced it was how Zim showed affection. After all, it happened between him and Dib frequently as well, and over time, and those two had morphed into frenemies rather than true rivals.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He muttered, crossing his arms and pushing out his bottom lip in a pout. This pulled a chuckle from you, he was such a baby all of the time.

"Yes, I would. That's why I asked." You pressed him, knowing full well it would result in nothing. Your small talk tended to be teases that went round and round, never resolved, the threats always empty.

"Well, too bad! Instead I will tell you what ingenious plan I have in store for the Dib-stink!" Just like you thought. He wouldn't even consider some sort of consequence for you, he didn't want to.

"Oh, do tell." You had heard these plans a billion times, but you never got tired of listening to the endless list of plans to thwart Dib and conquer the human race. You knew they would all go unfulfilled, all of them did. There was a time when his 'mission' was still a priority for him, when he was serious about destroying Dib. But the longer you were in the picture, the less he cared about that. He couldn't feel himself gravitating away from the whole conquering the Earth business, but you sure could.

"As you know, I've been working on this substance in my lab that will-"

"GUESS WHO MADE WAFFLESSSS!!!" The door to the kitchen slammed open, revealing Zim's faithful robot companion, gripping a mixing bowl and stirring it furiously, batter splashing up the sides of the bowl. It was indecipherable if Zim was more irritated about being interrupted or waffle batter spilling all over the carpet. Before he could reprimand GIR for either, the robot began to scream again. "Come eat!" He stood there in his neon green doggy costume, the hood down to expose his robot head. He looked happy enough, his tongue (why he had one you would never know) peeking out from the corner of his mouth.

"No!" Zim waved him off, hoping he would go eat them himself. Unfortunately, that was not what happened. GIR burst into tears, screaming bloody murder at the top of his lungs. Clutching your ears, you felt your face instinctively scrunch up. Who knew one robot could be so loud? It was a miracle blood wasn't dripping from your ears. Luckily, Zim put an end to your misery. "FINE!! We will eat your waffles! Just, please be quiet!" He spoke through gritted teeth, his own hands grasping desperately at his antennae.

"Yaaaayy!" As if nothing happened, GIR skipped away, humming to himself as he resumed mixing whatever contents remained in the bowl. A sigh slipped out as you rose from the couch to follow Zim into the kitchen. He was grumbling under his breath the whole time, of course. Taking a seat across from him at the small table, you wondered how often he was forced into doing this. His chin rested in his hand as he stared out through half-lidded eyes. The only way to describe him would be extremely bored. GIR set two plates down, one in front of each of you. He then brought over a tray of waffles, forking a generous stack onto Zim's plate and then moving over to you.

"Oh, uh, no thank you-" You tried to shove his hand away, the smell of the waffles making you sick. Not because they were poorly cooked. In fact, they smelled delicious. GIR paid no mind to your attempts to prevent him from laying several waffles onto your plate, returning to his position at the stove. No words passed between anyone as Zim forked bites of the sweet sustenance into his mouth in an almost monotonous manner. Clenching your lip between your teeth, your eyes became fixed on your own plate as you poked the stack with your fork. Syrup oozed from every place possible, creating an intoxicating and sickly sweet aroma that made your nose twitch. The longer you stared, the tighter your chest became, your toes curling in your shoes. It wasn't that you weren't hungry. Oh, you so were. Despite your body screaming that you were starving, you couldn't bring yourself to eat. Over time, you had managed to tune out your stomach's endless protests, eating as little as possible.

"They aren't that bad, you know." Zim spoke through bites of waffle, eyeing you. He had been observing your staring contest with the food in front of you for a few moments, under the impression he understood your worries.

"I'm...sure they aren't." You mumbled, grip on your lip tightening as you felt your stomach growl. Shaking your head, you pushed your plate forward and towards the middle of the table. "I'm just not hungry." He nodded, not sensing anything off. He had no reason not to believe you. After all, he had seen you do this many times before. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he had ever seen you eat in front of him.

"Y/n, try some waffles!!" GIR scrambled over to where you sat, taking your fork and some waffle from the plate and moving it towards your face as a parent would do to a baby. You stood up abruptly, pushing GIR back in the process. You had absolutely no desire to be force fed waffles by an alien robot.

"I forgot! I have some family stuff! I will see you tomorrow." You rushed out of the room, hurriedly grabbing your backpack from the living room and heading out the door, leaving an untouched plate of waffles in the middle of the table. Zim shrugged. Humans were weird.

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Lunch. The worst part of the school day. Apparently humans enjoyed it. The only person who made it enjoyable for me just happened to be stuck in class for lunch, putting some finishing touches on a project or something.

"Tch." My mouth was fixed in a frown as I approached Dib's table. Ever since spending my lunches with Y/n, it didn't feel right to sit alone. Everything was too quiet. I absolutely do not appreciate how admittedly lonely it feels. I dropped my tray, the sound of it clattering causing Dib to jump.

"What do you want?" He stared through me, trying to be intimidating. I took a seat, and despite his attitude, he didn't stop me.

"To sit here."

"But why?" I stayed silent, bringing out my real lunch: the Irken lick stick things, which are apparently very similar to a certain human candy. I only took school lunches to look normal. "Oh, I see. Your lover not here?" He cooed, his tone teasing.

"Shut it." I felt a growl rise in my throat. There was a time when I would refute that phrase; lover. I didn't have the energy for that anymore. "Where's the girl?" I asked, putting one of the sticks in my mouth.

"You mean my sister? Home sick. She's not actually sick, she just didn't want to come to school."

"Hm, fascinating." My words were dismissive, bored of this small talk already. Humans didn't like it either, so why did they partake in it? A silence settled between us as Dib picked up his spoon. I watched as he took a spoonful of the black liquid that passed as lunch and put it in his mouth, swallowing it. I couldn't lie, it intrigued me. Dib and Y/n's habits differed greatly. My current hypothesis was that humans were similar to Irkens, in the fact that they had no real need to eat, they only did it because they wanted to, just like my Tallest. Not eating being normal made the most sense to me, but the more I looked around the cafeteria, a minute amount of doubt settled in. Everyone was eating. Looking back to Dib as he continued to eat, he raised an eyebrow as he caught me staring.

"What?" There was a hint of self-consciousness. Clearly he was not liking how intently I was observing him.

"Why do you eat?" I asked, legitimately curious. He looked to be incredulously, as if he couldn't comprehend my words.

"Because we're not aliens, stupid. We need to in order to survive." He spoke between bites of toxic sludge.

"You do?" The words left my mouth almost immediately, feeling the curiosity only continue to bubble to the surface. Dib only stared at me as if I was utterly clueless.

After a moment, he had decided that I was completely serious, and not just messing with him like I usually would. "How did you not know this, you've been on earth for how long now?" Folding my hands in front of my face, my eyes narrowed in thought. Things were not adding up. There were so many things about human culture that I clearly did not have a grasp on. To Dib, my lapse in understanding was worse than he thought.

"I just thought you were like Irkens, that you don't need to eat but you choose to."

"Why would you think that?" His words were broken by disbelieving laughter. There still seemed to be a part of him that couldn't believe this. I could tell he thought I was incompetent and horrible at my job. "It is unbelievable that you are an Irken elite." He shook his head, his stupid glasses slipping down his nose. He pushed them up with his fingers, a grin spreading across his face.

"Silence, Dib-thing!" If there weren't more pressing things on my mind, I would have made him suffer for that comment. Instead, I settled for a threatening hiss. "It's just, I've never seen Y/n eat before. They don't eat lunch, and anytime GIR offers them food they refuse."

"Yeah, well, I don't blame them for not wanting to eat this shit. I'm surprised my organs haven't melted yet." A chuckle fell from his stupid mouth. He shoveled in another spoonful, regardless of his words. "And I wouldn't trust GIR's cooking either." Even if all that is true, there was something that was still nagging at me. I couldn't let it go, there was something that just wasn't right with the situation.

"But even on dates...they won't eat. Are you sure this isn't normal?" I was surprised at how concern had crept into my voice. I was no longer confident in my theory, rather asking for confirmation that something was off. I thought it was normal. I know of several thousand races that don't require food, that get it from other things. Us Irkens are supplied them by our PAKs, we only eat for the taste. And there are some, very few, but still some, that don't like the taste of snacks, so they won't eat. They survive just fine, lasting as long as any Irken, hundreds and hundreds of years passing by no problem. Dib's cheeky attitude completely dissipated. The air felt heavy, my skin felt prickly, like bugs were crawling all over my arms and legs.

"No, Zim. It's not." His voice was soft and quiet, a stark contrast to how he usually spoke to me. Fine. I'll admit it, I can be just a bit clueless when it comes to humans and their customs. But I am not stupid. I understand basic biological principals, I was a military scientist for years. If a living organism doesn't get sufficient nutrients, the only thing to come will be harmful consequences.

"Oh." After a moment of sitting in silence, my entire body froze. I couldn't believe what I was even feeling. The stupid, filthy human that was only supposed to be a tool, a research-plaything, had turned out to be so much more.

Irkens aren't supposed to care about anyone... I thought, clenching my fist so hard the joints audibly popped. We were always told in the academy that caring made us weak. That wasn't even the worst part. The scariest thing was that I found myself not wanting to stop caring.

You laid on your room floor, hand on your stomach. You couldn't help it. Your eyes drifted to the scale you kept under your bed. You tried to tear your eyes away from it, but you just couldn't. You didn't want to be this way, you knew it was bad, dangerous even. But at the same time, you couldn't grasp that you had a problem. You couldn't stop. You saw the statistics. You didn't want to become just another number, but you couldn't reach out. How could you? Just to have someone call you an attention whore? No thank you. You would rather suffer in silence, lying to everyone including yourself. Did you eat today? Of course! A smile on your face for others always, that grin fading every time you glanced in the mirror. Your eyes were like a funhouse mirror, constantly seeing yourself different than the reality.

The only thing that seemed to brighten your day was Zim. He was a healthy distraction, and he never made you feel bad about yourself, surprisingly. He never chided you for looking too skinny, for not eating. You needed a push in the right direction, but you needed to be encouraged to get better, not harrassed into it. You needed to feel as if you had support, rather than pressure.

The doorbell yanked you out of your mental spiral, but it did nothing for your anxiety. You were home alone, so you continued to lay there, hoping whoever it was would go away. However, that was not the case. After a few moments of silence, the doorbell was rung repeatedly, a constant stream of annoyance that flooded your ears. Muttering curses, you marched your way to the front door, opening it to reveal Zim standing there, uncharacteristically quiet. Immediately your mind went blank. Did you have plans that day? You didn't think so. If that was the case, then why was he on your front porch?

"Hello, human. May I come in?" You would have laughed if you were in the headspace for it. The scene before you was ridiculous, after all. Zim being polite? Couldn't be possible. And yet, he stood there on the step, clawed hands folded neatly in front of him, waiting patiently for your response, a cute and dopey expression lingering on his face. Now you were very concerned. You were even a bit worried that he had done something to his brain in his lab, that some sort of experiment may have gone horribly wrong. It wasn't that you hated nice and calm Zim, it was just...not right.

"Sure, I guess..." You stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him and leading him to your room. He had been there once or twice, but mostly, you both spent time at his place or around town, usually harassing Dib. You sunk down to the floor, Zim following suit. You weren't really in the mood to see him, or anyone at the moment, but you had suspected that, despite the well-mannered act, he would have let himself in regardless. Zim glanced around your room, and you couldn't help but dig your nails into the scratchy carpet. You just felt vulnerable. Deciding to ditch the discomfort, you made an effort at small talk. "So, anything interesting happen at lunch today?" You had already guessed that he would have gone to sit with Dib, you've seen how he despises being alone. Even though he claims to be this independent invader, you've found him to be actually quite needy when it comes to attention.

"Why don't you eat?" Zim cut right to the chase, completely brushing off your own question. His voice was sugary sweet and innocent, and you knew his intentions were pure. His usual grating and over-excitable tone was missing. Still, you couldn't help but be taken aback by his query. He sat across from you, staring expectantly, waiting for an answer. He didn't seem to understand why that question was so difficult for you to answer. You didn't think you could answer. And so you both sat in silence, uncomfortably staring. Your eyes were fixed on the carpet, his on you.

As he stared, he began to notice something for the first time. You were much thinner than your classmates. He had never noticed before, because he was the same way, it was something that was normal to him, but that was due to him being an Irken. Most Irkens were naturally built that way.

"Zim…" You had finally spoken, mouth feeling drier than the desert. Your gaze was still locked on your floor, studying every minute speck of dust and dirt. You absolutely refused to look at him as you toyed with your fingers, nervously debating on how to respond, if you should respond. You thought he would never catch on, because nothing about your behavior seemed to have bothered him. It was all habits he was used to back on Irk. He didn't know any better, he had always been inept at grasping human normalcy. You were embarrassed that he had to see you like this, struggling so hard, unable to call for help.

For once in his life, Zim seemed to understand the nuances of a human. He'd seen that look before, it was all over his home planet. Irkens who felt as if they were completely disgusting when compared to others. It finally clicked for him. He understood that you hated your body. It was a concept he could grasp. Irkens had something similar. For them, the insecurities lie in height. For humans, it seemed, it was their weight. He may not know much about humans, but what he did know is that it didn't sit right with him to watch you go through what you were without anyone by your side. Irkens never considered the concept of comfort. Emotions were always a confusing subject to any Irken, especially Zim, who often wasn't concerned with how his actions affected others. In spite of all that, he found himself itching to give it ago. Watching you sit there and torture yourself made him feel as if he was losing his mind.

"Human. Listen to Zim. This probably won't mean much, but..." Zim reached out to you, pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapped around you protectively, as if trying to defend you from whatever threat you were faced with. You were once again shocked. Zim never liked to be too touchy feely. And in the rare occasions he wished for it, he would never initiate it. Zim, however, knew from his observations that sometimes physical affection made humans feel safe and loved. Thus, he figured he would give it a shot. "It doesn't matter what the outside looks like. It's all flesh and bone, completely uninteresting. The real intrigue is what's in here." He lightly pressed a claw into your chest and then to your forehead, hoping you got what he was trying to say. You couldn't help but melt at his uncharacteristic softness. You felt a single tear roll down your cheek, knowing that there would more likely than not be more to follow.

"I..." Your voice was too shaky, so you trailed off, leaning into Zim's continued embrace.

"Zim wants to assist in anyway he can." Both of you guessed that would be tough, but you were happy nonetheless that he seemed to genuinely care for your wellbeing. You figured that if he had known this wasn't normal human behavior, he would have instigated this talk a long time ago.

After a few more moments of staying silent, you thought you were collected enough to speak. Since Zim was being the most open you had ever witnessed in your time with him, you opted to be as well. "I love you, Zim." Immediately you felt his entire body tense around you, your face buried in his shoulder, just in case you would cry again. Zim was thankful for this, or you would have seen the way warmth flooded his face.

At first, he didn't know what to say. Love was never a thing on Irk. How could it be, when everyone was encoded with programming? There had been rumors of this fatal attraction, sure. But it had been widely decided on that anyone who felt this useless emotion was a defective. Besides, love would never benefit a militarian empire. Because of the stigma, love was never a word that was tossed around lightly on Irk, if at all. Just another thing to add onto the ever growing list of everything that made Zim a 'defective'.

"I...love you too, human."

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #zim x reader #invader zim fanfiction #invader zim fic #invader zim one shot #invader zim oneshot #request #one shot #oneshot #fanfiction #fanfic

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idontknowijuststartedsomething · 3 years

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Gravity, Ghosts, and Gems

Part 5

With that, both decided to finally go to sleep, secure in the knowledge that nothing weird happens in Gravity Falls.

They would be proven wrong soon. Danny was the first to find out. Sure, he had seen all the stuff in Dipper’s room. And he had heard him and his new friend (what kind of name is Dib anyway?) rambling about each of their “long and extensive history” with the supernatural. Half of Danny felt like what they were saying held some modicum of truth, but the other half saw them as just two kids with quite active imaginations.

Then Thursday hit. Danny had spent another demeaning day as a question mark trying to convince tourist to visit the shack. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset because he was in a stupid costume, or because people actually seemed to take what he said seriously. Either way, Danny always felt kinda down as he walked back through the woods. And he felt that way today too, until he felt cold, and a familiar blue whisp entered his vision. This was the first time since leaving home that his ghost sense went off, and the notion that Gravity Falls was a completely normal, non-supernatural town was quickly shattered.

Danny gleefully threw off the question mark costume, shifted into his ghost form, and started floating around the nearby trees. At first he hoped, maybe, that one of his ghost friends enemies had followed him here to keep messing with him, even if he was supposed to be on “vacation”.

Danny flew to about halfway up the trees and started weaving through them, looking for whatever set off his ghost sense. He noticed that floating through these woods was actually kinda peaceful. He felt safe and free up here, and the sounds of nature around him were like music to his ears. There was also a sort of weird cozy feeling. Danny could feel it but couldn’t describe it. It was like he was somewhere he finally belonged. Like he was supposed to be here.

Before long, he saw it. He had just felt so relaxed, but seeing this thing he was looking for sent shivers up Danny’s spine. Peaking through the trees was a being that eminated light of every color. From the way it looked the thing could even be made of light. The only maybe-solid part about it was a small, darker shape in the center, but Danny could make out what it actually was. It just kinda looked like a blob obscured by its own soft light.

“Ummmmm” That was seemingly the only sound Danny’s brain could eek out of his mouth. However, that seemed to be all it took for the light to start moving away.

“Hey! Wait!”

The entity quickly gained speed as it raced through the tress. It seemed to be intangible as it passed through massive redwoods without a second though. He couldn’t tell how fast it was really going, but no matter how hard Danny tried he couldn’t catch up to it. It was dancing through the forest in a way that Danny had never seen. Then it looked as if it was heading toward an area of greater light, somewhere the trees gave way to sunshine. When Danny realized that they were headed directly for the Mystery Shack, it was far to late to change directions. He covered his eyes prepared himself as he phased through the very top of the building, letting out a scream as he went through. When he was clear of the building, he opened his eyes, and stopped. Whatever he was chasing was nowhere to be found. He couldn’t see any colors coming from the surrounding woods, and his ghost sense (or lack thereof) told him the thing was gone. Danny was both frustrated and incredibly intrigued. He had never seen anything like that at home or in the Ghost Zone. And in fact he didn’t really know if it was a ghost.

“I’ll tell Steven about it later. I know he said something about how gems are made out of light or something.” Feeling somewhat defeated, Danny flew back along the path to where he dropped his stupid costume.

......

Mabel was out with Candy and Grenda, so that meant Dipper and Dib could hang out in the attic room. Dib had already aggressively combed through the three journals, seemingly feeling overjoyed that someone else actually believed in paranormal stuff (and that they had proof). Dipper was also making his way through all of Dib’s computer files on Zim, the Irkens, and the other spooky stuff. The two boys were discussing the absurd stupidity of Zim’s crappy disguise when they heard a strange noise coming from outside. The boys listed carefully, as it sounded like it was getting closer, when suddenly a bright flash of light appeared by the ceiling, accompanied by an otherworldly scream. It must have only lasted for a couple seconds, as it seemed the light flew through the walls into their room and back out again.

“What was that!?”

#gravity ghosts and gems #dipper pines #dib membrane #invader zim #danny phandom #steven universe #fanfic #danny phantom

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irkenheretic · 3 years

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9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

ok so im actually going to give a few answers because i have 3 characters i reallysuper dont like

so lets go:

my most disliked character from a purely canon stance is.... sizz-lorr. i feel like this is a pretty safe choice for Least Liked. like man he was an asshole to zim et cetera, sure zim escaped but idk i just dont like him at All. hes the kind of character i love to hate yaknow, frycook is one of my favorite episodes and i live to just yell at the tv whenever hes on

but ngl the whole “sizz-lorr did nothing wrong” side of the fandom rubs me the wrong way. like you look me in the eyes and tell me that authoritarian-ass irken empire would be just.... fine with sizz-lorr enacting vigilante justice like that wrt finding zim and borderline torturing him? “its just like any retail job” man i remember when my mcdonalds manager made me climb into the ronald mcdonald costume that was filled with grease. standard part of the job!

(and yea they might be fine w the vigilante justice thing bc zim but i feel like theyd still give sizz-lorr SOME sort of punishment because that sort of thing is... generally frowned upon)

so yeah that side of the fandom really pisses me off bc theyre the type that tends to force their headcanons onto others and be The Correct Ones. like let people do whatever goddamn. im not reading ur dissertation on why sizz-lorr is a good guy..... im happy for you. or sorry that happened.

anyway im putting the other 2 under the cut bc then i can nuke the post if controversy happens

other most disliked: ZIB. in the comics he’s.... okay. he’s a cool villain! i liked the reveal! BUT THE FANDOM....... guys, y’know he was planning to commit multidimensional genocide, right? he’s not an uwu softboi? right? you know this right??? i REALLY like him as the worst traits of zim and dib combined and showing that dib can (literally and figuratively) BECOME zim in the worst possible timeline and im sure a sort of rehabilitation of him could be treated well but idk nobody rly does much w him other than making him a slightly more prickly dib to project on

i feel like its part of the fact that a lot of the fandom is newer fans from florpus where dib is more the good guy and WAY more mellowed out, so they tend to project on him, so when a Meaner Dib shows up they can project on him too while kinda sanding off the edges to make sure theyre not being TOO problematic

(this phenomenon is why theres not much serious tallest stuff i dont think. many tallest fans r antis so they gotta be Nice N Pure so they cant actually do any deep dives bc theyre assholes and Bad Space Dictators so no nuance here! only funny jokes)

anyway my number one disliked character.... that i cant even watch the episode she appears in...

is TAK.

i just.... i just find her so overrated!! i thought id like her better nowadays since i disliked her AND gaz when i was younger but.... i dont??? I REALLY DONT GUYS..... I DONT GET IT!! (fwiw i fucking love gaz now)

her WHOLE schtick is just, Zim, But Better. it gets old REALLY quickly and i always thought her disguise kinda sucked? like, think about it. sure zim’s disguise looks shitty but its at least TANGIBLE. you can just... UR HAND IS GONNA GO THRU A HOLO THINGY!!! WHAT HAPPENS IF SHE HAS TO GO ANYWHERE AT NIGHT? OR IN THE DARK??? WONT IT GLOW?? SINCE ITS A HOLOGRAM???? every time i see her im like MA’AM WHAT IF DIB TOUCHES YOUR HAIR?? HIS HAND IS GONNA GO RIGHT THROUGH!!

also if she was such a brilliant invader she shoulda figured out how to get out of a room.... bet zim wouldve figured it out. sure he wouldve figured it out by blowing the whole building to smithereens but hey.... he figured it out!

and idk i just find her SO OVERRATED by the fandom like shes EEVERYWHERE and it just makes me hate her even more like idk i just donnnnnnnt get it shes NOT THAT COOL she just brooded for 20 years or however long it was until she could get to zim and kick his ass and take his already fake mission?? if she didnt have that hypno thingy she wouldve been toast.

#now calling the tallest

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krizaland · 4 years

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I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I just love your work!! But can you imagine that instead of y/n and dib getting stuck in the Zimvoid, zim and dib would be stuck in a y/n-void? Again, sorry if I’m bothering you, I love your work, keep it up!!

I LOVE IT!! LET’S DO IT!!!

Be warned: There are obsessive and creepy behaviors ahead. While there won’t be anything sexual in my story, things still may get disturbing.

Here’s the original song I used but be warned it’s nsfw. Because of this some of the lyrics have been changed.

The day you went missing was the day Zim and Dib finally put their differences aside to track you down.

However, where they ended up made their jaws drop and their hearts flutter.

They had somehow ended up on a planet full of copies of you!

There were versions of you of all shapes, sizes and even species!

Luckily Zim had a sample of your DNA so at least he could the you from his timeline.

“Ok, we need a plan to save our Y/N! We-”

Dib was cut off by a very excited GIR.

“OOH! OOH! I HAVE AN IDEA!”

And with that, GIR went running off into a group of yous before Zim could even try to stop him.

“HEY! Are you my Unicorn?!” GIR asked a you with fairy wings.

“No. I’m not a unicorn and I don’t even know who you are.” The you huffed as they folded their arms.

“Okie dokie!” GIR giggled as he walked off to another you wearing a pirate costume.

“Are you my Unicorn?”

“No. I am no Unicorn, landlubber! I be Captain Y/N! The fiercest space pirate that ever roamed the galaxies!” The you announced dramatically.

“Ooh! Ok! Bye!”

And with that, GIR trotted off to a random pipe.

“Hey! Are you my Unicorn?”

The pipe said nothing as it sat on the ground.

“That’s ok take your time.” GIR reassured as he patted the pipe.

“GRAHH! GIR! Looks like I’ll have deal with him later. Right now I need to focus on my sweet Y/N!” Zim growled as he dragged a hand down his face.

“Well like I said, we need a plan! Do you have any ideas?” Dib groaned as he folded his arms.

“Of course I do! Zim always has a plan! ALWAYS!” Zim declared as he pointed to the sky.

“Ok, so what’s the plan, spaceboy?”

“The plan is…Uh…Um…”

“Seriously?! You don’t have any ideas at all?!” Dib interjected.

“OF COURSE I HAVE IDEAS! My plans are so amazing that your inferior human mind can’t comprehend them!” Zim lied as he snapped a finger in Dib’s face.

“Hey, if you boys are done fighting, I think I might be able to help.”

Dib and Zim whipped around and their jaws dropped.

What stood before them was an Irken you!

“Surprise! It’s another Y/N! The others call me Zoom though.” Zoom giggled as they gave a wink.

“Why do they call you, Zoom?” Dib asked as he rubbed the back of his he raised a brow.

“Because it sounds like a combination of Zim and doom so they other Y/Ns thought it was cute.” Zoom explained casually.

Zim’s PAK sparked a bit as he fought back the urge to stare into your F/C eyes.

Remembering how beautiful his you looked, Zim shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Yes, yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zoom-Y/N but the Dib-monkey and I are searching for our Y/N. So just…run along now or whatever”

“Well, you’re gonna need someone to help you navigate this hellhole if you want to find them! So are you gonna except my help or not?” Zoom huffed as they put their hands on their hips.

“Ugh! Fine! Do you have any ideas?” Zim pouted as he folded his arms.

“I sure do! Follow me! I’ll take you back to the rebel camp where we can explain everything to you two!”

And with that, Zoom led Zim and Dib to the rebel camp.

There were tons of Y/Ns at the camp but none seemed to be human.

“Welcome to the rebel Y/N camp! Here you’ll find all the Y/Ns who don’t want to take orders from the cruel demon that trapped us here!” Zoom explained as they gestured to the camp.

“Wait, are all these Y/Ns not…human?” Dib asked as he looked around.

“Yup! Apparently his ‘royal majesty’ only likes human Y/Ns! Anyone who isn’t human is thrown here, to the dumps!” Zoom grumbled as they gestured for Zim and Dib to keep going.

Eventually, Zoom stopped before an Elderly Y/N who looked like a moth creature.

“You won’t believe what I found, Elder! A Zim and a Dib!” Zoom chirped as they gestured to Zim and Dib.

“We’ll I’ll be! I can’t believe you two actually made it here!” The Elder crooned as they leaned in closer.

“Can you please explain to us what’s going on now?” Dib asked as he raised his hand.

“Right! Of course! You poor boys must be so confused! Gather around and I’ll tell you the tale of how our horrible society came to be.”

And with that Zim and Dib plopped down before The Elder as they spun their tale.

A you with glowing eyes was led into Zib’s castle where he stood in the doorway waiting to greet them.

“It’s another night, with Y/Ns coming to see me. Such a pretty sight, waiting there for me.” Zib sang as he slowly emerged from the shadows.

The glowing eyed you gasped and tried to leave-

SLAM!

The door shut behind them as Zib carefully took their hand in his and pulled them close.

“Smiling away, what you do like any other day. Take me by the hand, let’s dance the night astray.” Zib sang as he pulled the glowing eyed you into a tight hug.

“He stole what was mine, so I took his life from him. All the power he had, lives on within me.” Zib chuckled as he remembered how he defeated Zim and stole his PAK.

“Look into my eyes, This will make you listen really easy.” Zib sang as he attached a blue collar around the glowing eyed you’s neck.

ZAP!

“Look into my eyes”

A bright blue haze clouded the you’s glowing eyes as they gazed into Zib’s yellowed ones

“Taken my surprise, you’ve fallen enchanted.” Zib smirked as he kissed the top of their head.

“A stolen PAK that’s fused to him, gave him the power to control us.” Sang the glowing eyed you as they stood next to Zib’s throne wearing blue robes.

“He wants to lure every Y/N to his castle, just to feel loved.” Sang a you with F/C skin and matching robes.

“Bringing us one by one he chose the fairest Y/N and we gave him all our trust.” Sang the glowing eyed you.

“He’s building up his harem!” Sang the F/C skinned you.

“Brainwashed by my special collars, they finally love me! Devotion in every word they say, I know they’ll stay.” Zib sang as he stroked the glowing eyed you’s head.

“Their fates are set, From their blood to their sweat they all belong to me! Just as long as their eyes shine a blue hue!” Zib wrapped his hands around the F/C skinned you’s tightly.

“Once my plans progress to get these Y/Ns in my grasp. Never nonetheless, these’s no use to escape from my madness!” Zib cackled as he threw his arms into the air.

“OH! AUGH! EW!! You’re telling me some DISGUSTING Dib-Monster has my sweet Y/N?!”

“Not just your Y/N, he has countless Y/Ns and if this keeps up, every Y/N in the multiverse will be trapped here!” The Elder warned.

Zim and Dib gasped in unison as the Elder continued the story.

“Fragments of my past, I would like to burn them all away! Throw away my shame! And let it decay!” Zib sang as he burned pictures of his former self.

You stood beside him and watched the flames devour the photos.

“I want to forget, the person that I used to be. People used to laugh, and make fun of me!”

You gently put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.

Zib’s eyes lit up the moment your hand touched his shoulder.

“Took them by the hands, as I told them, my sweet and simple plan.” Zib sang as he pulled you close to him.

Zib dipped you down and pulled you into a passionate kiss!

“Giving them a kiss was my only wish!” Zib sang as he parted for air.

“You look just like the one, my friend since we were both so young. All you did was laugh and make fool of me!” Zib sniffled as he gripped your wrists tighter.

“Day by day, plenty of Y/Ns came to him from all over the multiverse.” You sang as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“One by one, all of us got lost as his evil plans got worse.” Sang an extremely tall you.

“Y/Ns got in entranced by him and soon lost their memories too!” You sang as you held one of Zib’s hands.

“Soon we didn’t even know what do to!” Sang the extremely tall you.

“My longing growing in darkness makes me desire more! Infinitely, obsession spreading, without an ending!” Zib sang as he pulled you into his lap.

“Real or Trick? I’ll make you stick no matter how hard you try to leave! Deep and strong we’re making Zims cry and bleed! “ Zib sang as he pulled the extremely tall you back in place.

“Hating Zims and stealing the love of their angels. I’m the king of the night, it’s the madness that always felt right!” Zib sang as he kissed the top of your head.

“MADNESS! WE NEED TO PUT A STOP TO THIS AT ONCE!!” Zim screeched as he grasped the sides of his head.

“I never thought I’d say this but Zim’s right! We can’t let that weird Zim..Dib hybrid get away with this!” Dib agreed as he pointed to the sky.

“That’s why I brought you two here so we can discuss a-”

“WAIT! I HAVE A PLAN! Yes…An ingenious plan…” Zim interjected as he rubbed his hands together.

“Ok, I do not like that look on your face.” Dib muttered as he backed away from Zim.

“Zoom-Y/N! Do you still have access to some of your tech?” Zim asked as he turned his attention to Zoom.

“I think so. Why? What do you plan on doing with it?” Zoom asked as they checked their PAK.

“You’ll see…You’ll see…”

Within a few moments, Zim and Dib were dressed exactly like you.

“Really Zim?! This is your plan?! This never gonna work!” Dib whined as he gestured to his poorly constructed costume.

“Nonsense! Of course it will work! Zim is a master of disguise! Now hurry! Let’s retrieve Y/N before that REVOLTING DIB-WORM gets his Dib filth all over them!” Zim urged as he curled his fingers in front of his face.

“Are you kidding me?! Zim these disguises are total dookie! There’s no way anyone’s gonna be convinced by these!” Dib whined as he tugged on his disguise.

“OOH! Are you my unicorn?” GIR asked as he skipped over to Dib.

“No. I’m Dib.” Dib replied as he raised a brow.

“Ok! Are you my unicorn?” GIR asked as he turned his attention to Zim.

“No. It’s me GIR. See?” Zim chuckled as he lifted off a part of his disguise.

“Oh! Hi master!” GIR chirped with a wave.

“See? Flawless disguises! No let’s get going already!”

Dib wanted to protest but he didn’t want to keep you waiting either.

“Wait! I’m coming with you guys!” Zoom insisted as they ran after Zim and Dib.

“If those guys can’t help us I don’t know who can.” The Elder sighed as they shook their head.

After a long and grueling journey, Zim, Dib, and Zoom finally made it to Zib’s castle.

“Looks like you boys are on your own from here! Are you sure your ready?” Zoom asked softly.

“Well actually-”

“OF COURSE WE ARE!” Zim interjected.

“Alright. Good luck! I’m going to see if I can find a way to send everyone back to their home timelines.”

And with that, Zoom rushed off to search for a way to send the Y/Ns home.

Zim took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

CREAK!

The door slowly opened as a familiar voice echoed from within:

“Come in my sweets~”

Zim and Dib carefully made their way into Zb’s castle.

SLAM!

The door slammed behind them as Zib emerged from the shadows.

“Well, Well what have we here?”

“Um, just two lost Y/Ns…” Dib giggled as he tried to imitate your voice.

Yes, I can see that. Come closer will you? I don’t bite.” Zib chuckled as he motioned for Dib to come closer.

Dib swallowed hard as he carefully approached Zib.

Zib chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Dib’s waist.

“Typical, Y/N. Always so tense…You know you really don’t have to-ACK!”

CLANG!

Zib was cut off by Zim smacking him upside the head with one of his weapons.

“Let’s go find our Y/N!” Zim growled as he dragged Dib along.

It didn’t take long for Zim and Dib to find you.

“Y/N!” Zim and Dib exclaimed in unison.

“We are all Y/N here….” Your voice was cold and robotic as you stared up at them with hazy blue eyes.

“Y-Y/N! What happened to you?!” Dib yelped.

“WHAT HAS THAT AWFUL DIB DONE TO YOU?!” Zim demanded as he shook your shoulders.

“He is not awful. He has opened my eyes and now I am free….” You responded as your eyelids lowered.

“NO! Y/N! SNAP OUT OF IT! JUST- Eh?” Zim suddenly noticed the bright blue collar wrapped around your neck.

“What’s- AH HA! THIS MUST BE WHY YOU’RE ACTING ALL WEIRD AND STUFF!”

Before you could protest, Zim pulled out a small laser from his PAK

ZAP!

CRACK!

CLANG!

With one swift cut, you were freed from your collar as it clattered to the ground.

The blue haze faded from your eyes as they returned to their normal color.

“Urgh…What happened?” You groaned.

“Y/N! YOU’RE BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF!” Zim cheered as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I never thought I’d say this but…You did it Zim..” Dib admitted as he rubbed his arm.

“Yes! Yes I did! I AM ZIM! Now let’s free all the other Y/Ns before that VILE Dib-thing wakes up”

And with that, You, Zim and Dib went around the castle and freed every single version of you.

“I think that was the last of em.” Zim panted as another collar clattered to the ground.

“Great job guys! Now we can get out of here!” You chuckled as you pulled Zim and Dib into a hug.

Zim and Dib giggled as they melted into your embrace.

Once you released them they composed themselves and prepared to leave. You, Zim, and Dib were just inches away from the door when-

“Not so fast!”

All three of you whipped around to find Zib glaring daggers at Zim and Dib.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you leave here with all of my beloved Y/Ns did you?” Zib growled as he drew closer.

“It’s over you..Zib creature you! All of the Y/Ns have been freed!” Dib stuttered as he put his hands on his hips.

“Don’t call me by that name. And I’ll have you know that all of the Y/Ns are HUH?!”

Zib’s eyes nearly burst out of his cracked glasses!

All of the Y/Ns were running out of the castle!

“Guards! Guards! Stop them!” Zib pleaded but he was too late, for every last Y/N had left the castle.

“N-No…No! No!!!!!!” Zib wailed as he clutched the sides of his head.

“Well, looks like it’s time for us to leave now!” Dib stuttered as he tried to guide you out of the castle.

FWIP!

You, Zim, and Dib were captured in a massive mechanical tentacle.

“None of you are going anywhere! You may have chased off my harem but I still have the most beautiful Y/N of them all and I refuse to ever let them leave my side!” Zib seethed as he stormed closer.

BOOM!

Zim had squeezed out a blaster from his PAK and blasted you and Dib free.

“Hurry! We don’t have much time!”

And with that, Zim grabbed your hand and rushed you out the door.

“Wait for me!!!” Dib cried as he ran after you and Zim.

“WAIT! NO!! YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM FROM ME-ACK!”

THUD!

The remains of the tentacle fell on top of Zib.

“N-No!! Y/N! Wait! I didn’t even get to tell you I loved you….”

“Geez. What a creep. Are you alright, Y/N?” Zim asked as he took off his disguise.

“Yeah, I think so. My head hurts though.” You sighed as you rubbed your head.

“Well hopefully we can fix that when we get you home.” Zim kissed your cheek as he let you back to the Voot Cruiser.

“Wait! What about the other mes?” You asked as you climbed in.

“Don’t worry about them! I’ve already taken care of it!” Zoom reassured as they zipped over to you.

“Really? What did you do, Irken-me?” You asked as you peeked over at Zoom.

“I found this Dimensional Zapper thingy and reprogramed it.” Zoom explained nonchalantly.

“Oh that makes sense.”

“Well. It was nice working with you, Zoom-Y/N. Now it’s time for us to part ways!” Zim announced as he started up the Voot.

“Wait! Are you my unicorn?!” GIR asked as he hopped into your lap.

“Yes. Yes. I am.” You chuckled as you patted GIR’s head.

“Yay!!” And with that, Zim closed the Voot and flew off.

Dib hopped into Tak’s ship and followed suit.

You were the last Y/N to go, leaving Zib all alone.

“No! Please don’t go…”

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #yandere #zimvoid #nanuberry0 #Invader Zim comics #Invader Zim dib #Invader Zim spoilers #spoilers #invader zim into the zimvoid

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zimanddibdiary · 4 years

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That other Irken seems a lot bigger then you Zim

Zim: Taller you mean. He’s precisely 6’1, moderately impressive for an Irken. He should be ranked at a much higher status-grade actually...Personal Bodyguard comes to mind, hmmm unless he’s a special status Space Cadet for some reason...

Dib: Zim? What is all this? Is that some sort of analysis?

Zim: Naturally, my computer recored his medical conditions in the full body scan. See that, that’s his S.I meter, it’s dangerously low, explains the slow recovery rate.

Dib: S.I meter??

Zim: Sugar Intake. Take a good look human, this will mostly be the only time you see an Irken on an examination table.

Dib: Oh shut up. It’s not like it was the outside I cared about, it was the insides, dummy. But...I couldn’t help but notice your species is completely uh smooth from head to toe...

Zim: Yes, we are all cloned. I thought you knew this?

Dib: No I do! It’s just...uhh...you don’t reproduce, but un you don’t have anything to reproduce with if you were to?

Zim: Are you asking if we have genitalia Dib-human?

Dib:....uhh...yeah, I am.

Zim: Fascinating. You truly wish to know?

Dib: Colour me curious, I do come from a place that puts a lot of emphasis on that sort of thing.

Zim: I’m quite aware. Never pegged you to make much notice of it.

Dib: I don’t! Not really anyways...you know what, forget it. Different question, what do we do about those two?

Zim: Hmm, right. Once the Irken is up and dressed, we shall return for more answers, truthful answers!For now, we wait, well, you wait and I’ll watch. I can open up a ‘guest room’ while you do so, I don’t know how long this’ll take and I don’t want you roaming around.

Dib: Really? You’d do that, that’s oddly generous of you.

Zim: Think nothin of it Dib-thing. I’m simply keeping you near for my own peace of mind.

Dib: We have a truce Zim. But whatever, I could use a nap before things get worse as I’m sure they will...

Zim: Very well then, Amy will generate you some outfits, these costumes obviously must go.

Dib: Cool, thanks. Wanna locate Gir and request some burritos too? I’m starving...

Zim: Do I look like a food service drone!? Go out and get it yourself!

Dib: I bought you cakes, you owe me!

Zim: you really think that’ll work on me human?

Dib: Fine! I’ll get the intruders something too, they must to 10x more hungry than I am.

Zim: You will do no such thing! This nice tactic of yours is absolutely infuriating! I will take you to your room and get Gir to go after!

Dib: Sounds good to me~ Thanks Zim!

#zim reply #((for new ppl amy is Zims giant mother machine that makes clothes))

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doodle-doodie-doo · 4 years

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Ranting about how Gaz, taster of pork is my fave iz ep bc >:(((

iI wanted to make this rant for a while now so why the hell not, I’ve also been wanting to rant about this ep and why its my all time favorite...because why the hell not... __________ This episode is way above the others for me, nothing can beat this. Ever sense I started watching Invader Zim I wanted an ep like this, and when I first watched it I knew it was going to be my fave and god I was so so exited, where do I start? I hear some people don’t like this episode because how much Dib abuse is in it, for someone who kins Dib and whenever I see Dib get hurt in the show (which is like every single fucking ep) I feel horrible for him, but in this ep I did not, and I actually found it pretty funny, I laughed. From the start I knew Gaz and Dib where going to be my favorites and the more the show went on the more and more I loved these two and wanted to just see these two on screen, honestly I was starting to get tired of a lot of ep’s just being Dib vs Zim, I really wanted something else, not ONLY in this ep just about Dib and Gaz, how its done is done so so PERFECTLY. _____________ I don’t want to point out every single part why I like it so much (probably will, anyways) starting off, Dib is fucking adorable in the start, thats perfect for me, LOVE THAT SHIT. That fucking....squeal he did?? yes. Ill take that shit. thank u..... And Gaz just walking in bitching about how Dib ate her food and hes just fucking too focused on his hard drives or whatever, its fucking perfect. Dib just being a fanboy in the start and Gaz bitching about whatever to him is perfect for me, I think this was the first time we saw Gaz’s room and I love how it’s filled with stuffed animals, that is so perfect for her character you have NO IDEA. And I love what I’m assuming is dragon pajamas, what I love most of all is Gaz calling in her stuff animals to throw Dib out her room, the idea of Gaz having these creepy dolls that come to life is one of the best concepts for her character and I wish people would do more with that. I like how Dib just isn’t down right scared of Gaz all the time, like he is still willing to be selfish about himself, giving her the shadow hog curse and lying ABOUT IT LMAO WHAT AN ASSHOLE. Dib then starts to act fucking dumb af, like “OH NO I DIDNT DO CRAP GAZ 0W0W0W0W0W0W0W0W0W0W00″ But Gaz b like: nah hoe Dib’s still being an ass, then the ep JUST GETS FUCKING BETTER. One of my alltime favorite things about this ep is that you can slowly see Dib get more and more scared, and Gaz more and more upset, you can tell something really bad is going to happen to Dib at the end, but you don’t know what, and it’s even more scary because its Gaz...THAT IS JUST, SUCH ASMAZING WRITING, I REALLY ADORE SHIT LIKE THAT, GOD. I love how Gaz dosen’t start getting angry too early, I like how you see her eat every single food and creepy music is just being played, she’s also not eating all the food too fast, you can just FELL SHIT BOUTTA HAPPEN SOON 4 REAL one of my favorite fucking animation clips from this ep is just when Gaz is eating and just spitting it all in Dib’s face while he’s reading his book trying to fix this curse, you can start to feel Dib, and how much he is starting to panic, its amazing,. _______ AND THEN THE FUCKING, MASHED PATATO PART HHABSJDGEK THAT PART HAD ME DYING, AND WHEN GAZ OPENED HER EYES WHILE DOING IT IT WAS SO FUCKING CURSED, AND THEN GAZ JUST GIVES UP AND THROWS THE FOOD AT SOME RANDOM ASS AND DIB IS LIKE “NOOO NOT ZITA” ITS SO FUCKING DUMB AND PERFECT I LOVE IT. I forgot to add this but I love Gaz’s voice through out this and how she is acting, she’s not too too scary (at the start at least) like how shes acting and her voice tone and everything, which makes it even more scary for some reason, like its not overdone, u fucking SCARED LIKE U CAN TELL SOME SHIT BOUTTA GO DOWN. side note I love how Gaz’s teacher is nothing like mrs. Bitters, its so funny. ALSO??? ALSO???? I LOVE THE LITTLE MOMENT WHERE GAZ AND DIB IS HOLDING HANDS WHILE WALKING HOME, LOVE THAT, LOVE THAT SOOO MUCH, SO CUTE WTF. also I LOVE THE PIG GIRL THING. Just seeing art for that in that ep is so cool, AND WHEN GAZ IS IN THAT LITTLE PIGGY OUTFIT SO SO CUTE, I’m telling you, Gaz’s animal is Pigs, like Dib’s animal is moths. It fits too well. It’s so so cool to see something crazy and insane happening to Gaz for a change and not Dib and Zim. And its still just as funny, if not, even MORE FUNNY. and i adore the PART WHERE DIB IS JUST TALKING TO A RANDOM HOBO LIKE ITS SO FUCKING RANDOM AND POINTLESS IM WATCHING THE EP RN AND I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT JUST EXISTS LMAOO aND it is super super cute when Dib was talking to Zim, just, that part was so perfect, you can tell that Dib really does care. AND HERE COMES THE BEST PART AND THE IDEA FOR MY DEMON GAZ AU WHERE LIKE, GAZ SEEMS LIKE SHE HAS THESE EVIL POWERS, JHONEN CAN SAY “NO SHE DONT HOE” BUT IM LIKE “YEET TEET S I R” THAT, YES YES HELL YES THAT WAS SO SO PERFECT WHAT THE FUCK?? and___ _______ oh my god. oh. my. fucking. god. Like the most funny part of tHE EP IS THE PART WE WHERE WAITING FOR, DO YALL KNOW HOW FUCKING FUNNY IT WAS??? OK, OK. A LISTEN. WHEN GAZ FINALLY COMES OUT HER CAGE THINNG, U KNOW DIB BOUTTA GET BLASTED, AND GAZ JUST BEATS THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT HIM, but get this, HE SOUNDS LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY. YES, YES, YES, ALL MY YES, 100/10, 100/10. 100/10. thtt SHITR....HAD ME DEAD, FUCKING DEAD. AND THE PART WHERE THEY WHERE IN BEAVER COSTUMES WHERE SO SO ADORBALE, THEY ARE SO CUTE, I LOVE THEM, Dib and Gaz where so so on point in this ep. ________ the shadow hog place,,,,,OH MY FUCKING GOD, HOW, HOW CAN YOU GET MORE PERFECT??? THE PIGS AND EVERYTHING JUST, EVERYTHING LOOKS AND FEELS SO SPOTLESS, WHOEVER DESIGNED THAT MMMEFNJEFHIE This is when Dib starts to get very protective and this is JUST. WHAT. I WANT. from Dib and Gaz. PLUS i love the shadow Hog, hes nice. ONE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS EVER, LIKE, MAYBE IN THE ENTIRE GOD DAMN SHOW, IS JUST DIB FIGHTING THEM SHADOW HOG GUARDS, JUST, ITS NOT normal Dib abuse like in every ep, THEM HOGS ARE LEGIT BEATING THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT HIM, LIKE DAMN BRUH THEY FUCKING, DAMN, BUT THATS NOT GOING TO STOP DIB, EVERYTIME HE GETS HURT HE JUST GETS RIGHT BACK UP, HE DOSENT WANT GAZ TO GET HURT OR DIE, HE CARES THAT MUCH, HE JUST KEEPS FUCKING, GOING AND GOING AND GOING AND DAMN WTJHWVWUTD, BRUUUHHH DID YALL SEE THE PART WHEN DIB GOT THROWN BACK AND THE BACKGROUND WAS RED?? BRUH I FELT THAT BRUH, DIB REALLY DID SAY:N BEKFHEJHFJOEFJKFJKLWEHLIFJGEIURGFURWEHGRK LIKE MY MAN GOT THROWN LIKE THAT LIKE BRUIH KISSES TO THE ANIMATIORS THAT FUCKING, THAT MOVEMEANT WAS SO SO IMPRESSIVE AND SMOOTH HOW TF THEY DID THAT EVERYTIME I WATCH HIM GET THROWN BACK LIKE THAT WHEN THE SCREEN IS RED IM JUST ALWAYS LIKE ‘whoa” aND gAZ and the shadow hog lord oh my god they are perfect, I love how they just, start dancing in tu tu’s and playing video games and Gaz is just ranting to him about how dumb her life is its all. so perfct. Keep in mind this is both going on at the same time which makes it 100 times better, this is what makes a cartoon so GOD DAMN PERFECT. pOOR Dib when he comes in he just feels so so horrible, so sorry for Gaz, and the pig lord actua,lly dosent know what to do and gaz is like “yeah punish him lmfao” AND THEN THE TOILET PART OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT WAS JUST ALMOST AS FUNNY AS WHEN GAZ BEATS DIB AAND HES JUST A SQUEAKY TOY LMAO, it makes it 10000000000 times better because you dont see whats in the toilet and Dibs just freaking out, that is so perfect, that what makes good writing and a joke work, that was perfect. AND THE ENDING, OH MY FUCKING GOD JUST dIB YELLING IN PAIN, perfect. Theres jsut so much good shit in this ep that just makes it better than the others. I wanted more of shit like this from the show and etc, I also want more fanart of pig Gaz. Good shit man

#Invader zim #rant #iz #Dib membrane #Gaz membrane #Zim #Gaz taster of pork #spoilers for ppl who plan on watching iz soon for the first time

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linterteatime · 2 months

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All (or most) of Zim's costumes/outfits/alternative universe versions/whatever (2/3)

(group 1 here, group 3 here)

#invader zim #iz zim #fanart #my art #nickelodeon #artists on tumblr #all zim costumes and whatever #This group has most of the zim's from the zimvoid/battlevoid (? thing #I made most of them just heads because their outfits are mostly the same and also I would have died if I made full body's for all of them

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darksmistress · 5 years

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IZ BNHA AU (part 1)

Yup, you read that right.

Disclaimer: Since there's often a wide divide between ZADR and ZADF fans, let's just make it clear that this is open to interpretation of whatever you feel comfy with, k? This is definitely at least enemies-to-friends.

So. Let's jump right in.

Zim’s Backstory:

In a world of quirks where you can have the head of a bird or be a 2 ft tall pile of grape-flavoured shit, Zim's entire appearance is quirk-based.

Quirk: ‘insectoid’

(he was often called 'bugboy' growing up)

Wears his disguise to 'fit in' / camouflage better into society; takes it off when 'in costume'

So like, reverse secret identity

Let's just do the cliche sad backstory that he was given up for adoption due to his appearance and never knew his birth family.

Zim's a wannabe villain

Zim has come up with the Brilliant Idea to infiltrate the hero class, with plans to *ahem* invade its ranks, if you will, gaining their trust before CONQUERING THEM ALL!!!

He’s got a whole selection of shirts and sweatshirts with things like “hooman,” “HERO,” “TOTALLY A GOOD GUY” on em

including a couple that he repurposed like, “Villain HERO Club” or “I’m ^NOT^ the Bad Guy”

While compiling an entire database on all the up and coming heroes' strengths, weaknesses, quirks, limits, etc., he also causes difficulties and slight sabotage when he can (headcanon that he usually ends up helping by accident)

His quirk isn't actually all that useful for fighting/defending himself, but luckily he's pretty innovative and made his PAK and his own support items (GIR was an early experiment that he grew too fond of to recycle, so now he has a very excitable 'dog' that he can keep in the dorms)

His PAK legs prove especially useful in hero training like rescue work where a delicate step and flexible mobility is a must

Shut up hes not sensitive about his height

Thinks he's working for the Irkens (sorta like the League of Villains, I guess) but they can't stand him and had suggested the whole infiltration as a joke

Now they're just hoping he'll die in training or a villain attack or something

[Dib’s Backstory]

[Plot/Story details]

#invader zim #invader zim dib #irken #dib membrane #zadf #zadr #bnha au #zim & dib #enemies to best friends #zim

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tegandumpleton · 5 years

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Hey guys! Here's the next two weeks for the YOS! February is NEXT!!

Jan 20- The Blood Moon eclipse. Or, it's full name, Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse. I am not making that up. Basically, a LOT of lunar events lined up all at once, causing that long name, and a gorgeous red moon and a spiritually powerful lunar event. This piece wasn't done until afterwards though, as I was too busy watching the moon to look down at my sketchbook.

Jan 21. And ending this fantastic weekend was the Steven Universe season finale. So MUCH happened in the course for 5 minutes, let alone the whole episode, that I thought it was the finale of the whole show. So after reacting like this... I was pretty shocked to here that there would still be one more season (plus the movie)

Jan. 22-23

More ignorant people would think that sick days are GREEEEEAT for artists. You can just stay inside all day and paint!

That's not have colds work.

Colds are frustrating, painful, literally mind-numbing and absolutely BORING. And I'm not talking about some hard coughs and a bad headache. I'm talking the kinda colds where you are coming in and out of literal fever dreams, or running every five minutes to the bathroom to throw up.

Makes it a liiiiitle hard to hold a pencil.

Jan 24- So if you haven't noticed yet, I like Overwatch. And Jan 24 was the start of their Chinese new year event! I was pretty sad that the "Year of the Pig" didn't even give us a new Roadhog themed spray, let alone a new skin. It's the YEAR OF THE PIG for crying out loud!

So, instead of drawing whatever sweet knew skin I wish he got, I drew 3 of my favorite piggies! The rubber pig from Invader Zim, Ryoga from Ranma 1/2 and of course, Roadhog!

Jan 25- Hm. Who is this scowling dude, I wonder?

Jan 26- Just some costume designs--- move along, nothing foreshadowing to see here

Jan 27- I was bored so I drew Nightshade, one of my betta fish.

Jan 28- I don't even fill out applications, they just find me.

Jan 29-30- I have a pension to being accident prone.

Jan 31- One balloon popping isn't too bad. Three, one after another, is not so good. Especially if you are having ear aches from a cold your still getting rid of.

Feb 1- Ear still hurt from yesterday, and wouldn't pop, so it's water pressure to the rescue.

Edit: Fixed Feb 2nd's entry! This is what happens when you are staring at a picture

Feb 2- Since I drew Nightshade, I figure I'd draw my other girls, Rouge and Indiana. Two bettas that cannot and will never get along, so I had to buy dividers to separate them in my 10 gal tank. Plural. Because SOMEONE *looks at Rouge* keeps escaping. Luckily, they have other things to distract them from each other. So the most they do is stare each other down for a minute, get bored, swim to something else, and 20 minutes later, notice each other, and the cycle continues!

Until next time guys!

-Tegan Dumpleton, aka The Sluglady

#year of sketches #Bloodmoon #Sluglady #betta fish #nightshade the betta #Rouge the betta #Indiana the betta #overwatch #year of the pig #original characters #fanart #p-chan #ranma 1/2 #ryoga #invader zim #roadhog #sketch

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duckapus · 6 years

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So a longish time ago I posted a series of drawings on Deviantart depicting the main Fairly Oddparents kids as superheros post-series. These are those drawings, along with some explanations for each.

Guardian(note: needs a better name): Every three generations, a child of the Tang family line is chosen as a mystical guardian of light. Each guardian is approached by a spirit animal on the fourth day of the fourth month after their twelfth birthday, who will grant them their spirit vessel (a magical body designed specifically for fighting evil spirits) and act as a guide and partner through their many battles. Beatrix “Trixie” Tang was destined to be the latest iteration of the guardian. This is Veronica Star, who is very much regretting putting on her wig today. At least her new mentor Derek has the decency to look sheepish about the mix-up.

For those wondering, I only noticed how similar Veronica’s magical girl form is to Galacta Knight after drawing her.

Deep Toot: After Cleft became Dimmsdale’s first full-time superhero, Tootie was inspired to redesign and re-purpose her Deep Toot persona, taking inspiration from The Question in particular. As Deep Toot she is incredibly subdued and grounded in reality, acting as a foil to Cleft’s quick wit and comic book-style methods.

Ringo: Since Veronica ended up with the powers Trixie was supposed to have, I decided to have the April Fool take her under his wing. Her powers are a kid friendly version of the ones from The Mask, and she’s rarely seen without her smiley-face mallet.

Professor Fist: Basically, a bunch of robots were rampaging across the city and AJ strapped on part of a Mech Suit he was building so he could deal with them. No-one in Dimmsdale realized it was him because it’s Dimmsdale, the media gave him a stupid name that stuck, and he decided to keep going with the whole hero thing. He doesn’t really care about his secret identity, since he doesn’t have one outside of Dimmsdale.

Matter Muncher Lad: “KND Research File Project Codename: B.R.A.C.E.R. (Biological Restructuring Advances Combat Effectiveness Radically) Project Purpose: Replicate effect of "Supersoldier Syrum" compound on Captain Steven Rogers during World War 2 for use on Kids Next Door Operatives. Project Status: Success, exceeds expectations, currently unrepeatable due to time travel. Notes: Project Bracer originated in an alternate timeline where a person known only as Marianne took over the world during World War 1 via a combination of Fairy Magic and information provided by a magic-based clone of herself from the modern day. The Nazi splinter group Hydra still managed to form under these conditions, and began Project Bracer in an attempt to dethrone Marianne and take her place. This was noticed by both Marianne's followers and the Resistance Next Door, our counterparts in that timeline. Both sides tore Hydra apart and seized what resources they could. This is when Project Bracer as we know it truly began. Closer to modern day, two boys with knowledge of the original timeline appeared; Chester McBadbat and Albert "AJ" Johnson Jr.(Codename Professor Fist) The duo quickly encountered and joined the RND, regaining their memories of aiding their friend Timmy Turner on his adventures in the process. Now armed with the knowledge of how Marianne's rule came to be, Chester and AJ were sent along with a strike team to take Marianne's primary fortress and utilize the same Time Machine her clone used. The strike team consisted of Sector V itself, Phineas Flynn (Codename The Beak) and Bubbles Utonium (Codename Agent Bullet, and the last surviving Utonium in that timeline). Chester's lack of combat experience and unique equipment compared to the rest of the strike team was remedied by becoming the first successful subject of Project Bracer. In addition to the overall enhancement intended, Chester gained a near-bottomless stomach, teeth and jaws that could chew through any material at incredible speeds, and an unusual effect on his braces, permanently fusing them to his teeth and turning them into biomechanical excavation equipment, augmenting his already unprecedented chewing ability. He took the Codename Matter Muncher Lad after discovering these new abilities as a reference to one of his previous adventures. The plan was to free Cosmo and Wanda, Marianne's Fairy Godparents -Particularly Cosmo, as he was the Fortress's power source- and have them lead the way to the Time Machine. The plan worked, albeit with a few complications, and the team even got two new members in the form of invader Zim and GIR, who had been captured soon after landing on Earth two years earlier and researched by Marianne's scientists. The group managed to get to World War 1, where things get fuzzy. What is known is that Bullet died at some point (despite being a Powerpuff Girl in a time where most weapons shouldn't have been able to bruise her), Chester managed to become a war hero in the eyes of that time period's Kids Next Door, Marianne gained the same powers as Chester as a result of a wish, and both Chester and Marianne were lost at sea, only to be frozen until, in Chester's case, his team found him again in the modern day. Chester has agreed to let us study his abilities and DNA in hopes of restoring Project Bracer, though he insists on his work as Matter Muncher Lad be strictly as an independent vigilante. Still, he has been, and likely will continue to be, a great ally in the fight against adult tyranny. This is Number 17, signing off. Kids Next Door Rules.”

Cleft and Catgirl: This one’s pretty simple. Timmy decided to become a full-time superhero after realizing his battles with the enemies he’s made over the years, Chloe wanted to help, they redesigned the costumes they had on hand and started fighting the good fight.

The Masked Magician: So, Elmer is one of my favorite characters. Because of this, I've made him the most potentially powerful of the superheroes. His powers are a book-themed actalike of Doctor Strange, his hero identity is my second favorite of Timmy's transformations, and he has direct access to Maginary World/ the mindscape/ the dream realm/ whatever you happen to call the collective subconscious of every being in a particular universe. And his partner is NiGHTS, one of the best underused video game characters of all time. I'm not sure how this happened, but I'm going to assume it involves some greater destiny-type stuff. He doesn’t have his Boil because Bob gained a body of his own, which I’ll explain some other time.

Polterpunk: Due to an incident where he got caught in the middle of a big fight, Sanjay ended up becoming roughly twelve percent ghost. As a result, he can turn intangible, almost invisible, create energy weapons out of ectoplasm, and has glowing purple eyes. unfortunately, he can't fly, there's no strength boost, and he has no transformation. He also can't get his eyes back to normal and shows up on ghost tracking equipment. Currently he's being trained by Dani Phantom and Cleft, since his condition was partially their fault.

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frederator-studios · 6 years

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Julian de Perio: The Frederator Interview

It isn’t everyday you meet an artist passionate about backgrounds - which makes chatting with unquenchably honest Houston-native Julian de Perio all the more refreshing. He got his first professional gig as a background designer on Costume Quest (Amazon, 2018) drawing some very spooky-cool settings, and has since brought his talents to Bee and Puppycat as well. Julian draws trees on the daily, and one might say that his own career sprouted in Frederator Forest; we’re glad to have had him. I caught up with Julian just a few weeks before his bittersweet wrap-up on Costume Quest.

Where did you go to school?

I majored in comics - the fancy name is Sequential Art - at Savannah College of Art and Design. I started out wanting to do storyboarding, but realized that I had a lot of fun doing backgrounds. And it was something that a lot of my classmates didn’t like doing. I started doing backgrounds for a bunch of my classmate’s student films, and people liked my work. So I stuck with it!

When did you go from wanting to storyboard to wanting to do BG art?

Junior year, I think. Because sophomore year was when my professor told me that I wasn’t putting enough attention into the backgrounds in my comics. So I started putting in more.

Hol’ up - you were actually less confident with backgrounds at first?

Yeah, it always seemed so hard! I was afraid that I wouldn’t be good at it. And when you’re a young artist, you avoid the things that you think you’re not going to be good at. That’s a generalization. But that is something in life, avoiding your weaknesses. Wanting to be good at things from the get-go.

Huh... and then it turned out your weakness was a strength?

With practice! I mean, no one’s great at something when they’re just starting out. It’s just that I enjoyed doing it. I can get totally lost in a background.

In high school, did you know that you wanted to work in animation?

I had NO idea what I was doing in high school. No idea. I went to community college because I didn’t have a plan. I figured out there that I wanted to do something creative, and with drawing. I drew a lot as a kid and then stopped in middle and high school, because video games. But I took art classes after high school, and that’s how I decided I wanted to do storyboards.

Applying to SCAD, how’d you choose Sequential Art over Animation?

I was torn between them for a while. I based it on curriculums - I picked the one with more classes that I wanted to take. For Sequential Art, the classes listed online were things like Perspective for Environmentalists; Anatomy for Character Design; straight up, Storyboarding and Character Design for Animation. And then with the Animation major, there were a lot of classes listed where... basically, I didn’t understand what they meant. So I opted for the major with ‘storyboarding’ in the class titles. I did minor in Storyboarding, though, which allowed me to take animation courses.

What’d ya do after graduating?

I went home and did freelance work until I’d saved up enough to move out to LA. I got a little bit more freelance work out here before getting my first test - which was for Costume Quest.

What did the test consist of? Multiple choice? Short response?

They gave me 2 storyboard panels. One was the kids standing in front of a store, and the other was an establishing shot of the inside of a mine. And I basically drew a complete (but colorless) background into those shots. It was a good fit for me, because the show took a lot of visual cues from Zac Gorman’s Costume Quest comic. And I majored in comics! So it felt like I was using a lot of the knowledge I got from my major. Especially with regards to inking, because the comic has so many spot blacks. And shadows, shading. I sketched it all in pencil, then when I was sure everything was lined up, and nothing was in a character’s way, I went over it in ink. I had 2 weeks to do it, then didn’t hear back for a month. I had figured that I didn’t get the job - then they called me!

What’s a typical day like for you?

Get in, sit down. I try to finish 1 to 2 backgrounds a day. Although the really intricate, detailed ones can go up to 2 days. Every now and then I’ll get notes back, a bunch all at once, in which case I’ll spend the day doctoring those backgrounds. Usually it’s things with continuity, covering bases - oh gosh, clocks. I’m always having to change the time that I put in.

Who are your favorite characters in the show?

I love the villain. Christopher McDonald gives such an amazing performance as Bob Dickerson. He’s so funny in his delivery. Bob might be my favorite character - him, or Everett. I’m totally a Reynold though. Reynold, I identify with painfully. I am definitely Reynold and Wren is DEFINITELY my sister. Oh, but don’t put that in! She’ll get mad!

How has it been working on Costume Quest?

It’s been pretty great. It’s been one of the most fulfilling half years of my life. Wait, no - that’s too corny! I just, didn’t know what to expect when I first came here. I still don’t really know what to expect from being part of a TV show crew, because I’ve only been part of the one. But Costume Quest is a really tight knit group. We go out to lunch together almost every day. My coworker gave me a haircut yesterday.

D’aww! What are your favorite cartoons?

Is this where I’m s’posed to name Frederator cartoons?

No lmao you don’t have to!

(A long thoughtful pause) This is... so personal. Let’s see. Growing up, I didn’t have cable. So I could only watch like The Simpsons, the shows everyone had access to. I watched Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon at my friend’s houses until we got cable, and even then I basically watched whatever my sister or my best friend wanted to watch. That was a lot of Ed, Edd n Eddy, Fairly Oddparents - OH, Frederator, there you go. My sister had a VHS where she recorded every episode she could find of The Wild Thornberrys and Invader Zim, so I ended up seeing those shows a lot. Those are good ones. I watched a lot of anime - as you do, growing up in the 90s.

Do you think your next job will be in background design too?

I hope so. I like it a lot. I actually had two professors be like, “Why?” (laughing) I think it seems so unglamorous to people who don’t care about it! But I enjoy it. So, you know, I want to keep doing it.

Do you have a dream show to work on?

Well this actually ties into what I like about Costume Quest - I’m so thankful that my first show is action-adventure. Cause those are my favorite shows, despite all that stuff I just said about Ed, Edd n Eddy and Fairly Oddparents. I really like that with adventure shows, you get to go to really interesting places and draw interesting locations. So any story with fantastic environments would be great. But, yeah. I’m sure no matter where I go or what I work on, I’ll find something to love about it.

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Thanks for the interview Julian! I hope you survive the inevitable sister-whooping, because I'm excited to hear about your next gig :D

- Cooper

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