#spooch art

[squeedly-spooch]

It's been ages since I posted a doodle here but anyway— Announcer Irken

#invader zim #announcer irken #spooch art #ignore the fact that this has got my rp blog signature on this lmao #im too lazy to change it to this blogs signature

[hermajestytak]

Things that aren't canon but I can't unimagine anyway: Zim would excel in the art of drag and can TEAR IT UP on the dance floor if he really wanted to

Mostly because he's a big dramatic ham who could EXCEL at performance if he put his whole spooch into it, partially because he doesn't identify with or comprehend human genders anyway

#invader zim #zim #invader zim headcanon #iz headcanon #im telling you if i was in control of a revival or reboot I'd find ANY excuse to yassify zim #i even have a whole au where he dominates the world by being a drag model it goes hard af

[williammorgan45]

You know what time it? It's Realizin' time!

Here it is! The result of the brain rot of @realizinau art and Alan Wake (I took inspiration by drawing this.The games are so cool) so here we are. It's a bit wonky but I think it's decent. Please ignore the little blue spooch on the suit. I made a boo─boo while painting :/

I'm still thinking about on how to name this guy but I have a little of his backstory on how his role would be in the Realizin' AU.

First he's a wolf if you're wondering.

Alright, now into his story: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Before being put into the Bigger Bodies Initiative, he was just a child like any other with a mother and father who loved him and loved them back. But after a tragedy to both parents in a car accident, leaving him as the sole survivor of the crash, he was alone in this narrow dark place.

He was put in normal orphange just with many others parentless but he was different to other kids. Just as the kids where loud, energetic full innocence and some didn't apply to the rules he was the opposite. He was quiet, didn't move alot from his bed, his innocence gone for the result of the crash and allways following orders from the caretakers of the orphange.

Since he didn't talk to the other kids besides to the caretakers to see of he was okay and only respond with a nod, a shake or a short phrase, they began calling him names like 'the silent kid', 'downer', 'the staff's pet' and other names behind his back.

He already got used to this new 'life style' on the orphanage. Wake up, breakfast, gaze outside the window of his room, nap, lunch, more gazing outside again, dinner, sleep, repeat.

He told himself that's going to be his life until he was adopted to a new familly.

...That was the plan before him and others kids where called on the hall as their caretaker was explaning that they were getting 'relocated' to a better orphanage. He didn't understand why tho but if they where getthing relocaded to a better orphanage was probably for the best.

...Right?

Him along with other orphans entered the bus that was meant to transport them to the new orphange. The name on the side of the bus caught his attention before entering. Playtime Co. He knew that name. Tha was the name of the company who sell those toys that appered on TV. His guess was that maybe they are expanding or something.

After that, everything where blur and pieces. How he arrived to Home Sweet Home, meeting the staff, Huggy Wuggy, Kissy Missy, Mommy and Daddy Longlegs along with other toys,doing some sort of test of memory and running, being told that he got adopted, on how he was guided to a room with a bed as they put him on the bed before putting anesthesia and how he became...like he is now.

He felt...weird to say the least but he quickly got used being taller and getting used to his new body. A few bumps here and there but he got used to it. Faster than the others. The Doctor thinks to himself.

And before he know it, he got a brand new suit (he allways wanted to wear one when he was older.It made him feel...important.) and got a new... 'job' as the new guard of Playcare and Home Sweet Home. At day he would help some of the staff carry important papers so he was given a mesanger bag to carry those paper more easier and organize smaller toys for the kids and making sure the wasn't something a miss or any complications among the staff and the children. And by the night, he would roam Playcare and Home Sweet home hall's with his trusty flashlight to make sure there wasn't any stray kid or someone suspicious was around.

He took extra careful in the night because he read in a book once that the dark can by tricky and dangerous. But what caught his attention more was one sentance in particular.

"Trust no one in the dark."

After that, he took his night patrols very seriously, with careful steps and eyes all open for anything. Something tells him there something off but rapidly dissmiss the thought.

Sometimes when doing the day shift, some of the kids would run to him and would either drag him to play with them, show him drawings of him or hug him out of nowhere. He would stay still with no idea what to do or react. Thankfully, some of the staff or caretakers would save him from that embarassment and he would fix tie and continue with his duties for today.

Just like before he is still silent with a neutral looks almost all the time. Responding with a nod, shake or short answer to long questions. He would been doing this for 5 years. Making him 15 years old if his math is correct.

None of the staff, the caretakers or even the children have see him smile. Not even once. Always on focus on the task. Some even says he's more of a robot than someone alive.

It would take a miracle to even make him smile.

...Maybe that miracle could be in the form of 8 new Critters know as The Smilling Critters.

Only time will tell...

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And that's that! (Jesus, that was long.) Anyway, if you read till the end, thanks! 'preaciated! Hoped i could have entertaied you a little. Again, thank to @realizinau for inpriring me to make this little thing and maybe i will do more. But for the mean time...What's the time? Playtime...

#realizin' au #smiling critters oc #oc #oc art #poppy playtime fanart #realizinau

[dunybuh]

This is one of my OCs, Lia. She manages the tallests time like appointments and meetings and things like that, kind of like a secretary. sometimes, she also does things like get snacks for them. She is timid and generally calm and very quiet. But if you insult the tallests or her job, then be prepared for an ear full and possibly even a kick in the sqeedly spooch.

(P.S. I've never posted any art online before. But I'm hoping to start posting some art on another account on here sometime in the next year. I'll make sure to tell you when I do!)💜🛸 Your art is absolutely stellar! You are one of my biggest inspirations!💗

OMG, WHAT AN HONOR TO BE INSPIRATION!!! AND YES!! Don't hesitate to upload your art! :D

#invader zim #iz irken #irken oc #irkensona

[spaceboibrainrot]

Hello! Just going here to say that i really love your blog and art!! Really glad to see more people that have a more safe way and have the same ideia on how we see zadr, really happy to know you and your art!! (ALSO YOUR ART IS SO CUTE OMG???)

Also, little questions, do you have some designs of your zim and dib with headcanons? Not just your swap AU (if you have only your swap au it's ok!!) I really wanted to do some fanart for you! ^^ hope you are having a good day!! Or night!!

Thank you

I actually don't have a character sheet for most of the characters which is why they look very inconsistent but for head cannons I have a lot

For Zim

- Membrane calls him zimothy

-he has a tail but wraps it around his torso under his clothes so its not noticeable

Like this

- he has ADHD, autism, audio processing issues, and dyslexia

- he is incredibly protective of smeets

- he is a light weight

- he is premature

- he has a small stomach (or I guess the digestive part of his squeedly spooch) and doesn't eat a lot

- he likes sleeping in small, warm, soft areas

- he is agender turned demiboy

- gay/ Demisexual

- is 4'5 at age 14 (was taller than Dib age 11-13)

- so much more

And Dib

- his name is C2H4Br2 the chemical compound for 1,2-Dibromoethane and is shortened to Dib

- he is a vampire bee, but still very vampire-like, drinking blood bags.

- he has little bee wings

- he is trans

- bisexual/ Demisexual

-cloned from membrane

- lemon demon fan

- his hair scythe is genetic and similar to a cowlick

- his closet has a stack of photos of Zim and stuff he stole or was given

- has scars from cryptid hunting

- is 5'3 at age 14

- Zim sent Mark him and he has not found out.

Sadly the only character sheets I have are these for species swap. I will get around to making them character sheets one day I swear

#invader zim #iz #iz zim #invader zim zim #zim iz #zim #zim invader zim #zadr #dib invader zim #invader zim dib #iz dib #dib membrane #dib iz #vampire bee dib #dib #spaceboi's stupid head cannons

[amyisherenowitsokay]

I was wondering if you've seen MatPats Film Theory on Invader Zim? And if you have, what your thoughts were on the conclusion?

Okay so since I'm sick I finally got around to watching this video to fulfill this ask.

TLDR for the people who don't want to watch the video below the cut.

TLDR: the theory is that Professor Membrane is an Irken, based off of his lack of ears, goggles that hide is eyes, complete lack of mention of who Dib and Gaz's mother is, his random advanced technology, etc. It would also be an interesting self-folly for Dib, who's made it his life mission to seek out the paranormal, never realizing he is in himself a paranormal entity. There's also some hints that while Dib is oblivious, Gaz might know ("I have a squeedily-spooch" quote), and her acceptance/knowledge is why she's Membrane's favorite kid.

Onto my answer:

I can definitely appreciate the thought that went into this video. I'm a big fan of fan interpretations and secret messages. The Invader Zim lore is so open-ended in a lot of areas, leaving hints about character personalities and motivations all over, it's real fun. That being said, I have to firmly disagree with MatPat's conclusion (with the disclaimer of: to each your own fanfictions).

I think the reason we just can't see Membrane's ears are because they're just under his goggles.

I think this is a pretty good angle to emphasize that the goggles don't go OVER his ears, but under. I actually have a facemask that does that, as it's more comfortable than something going over your ears for hours. The heavier duty safety goggles also have thick ass bands. I think Jhonen and the art team just took insp from that and upgraded it to look futuristic, to where they cover his ears.

Another reason I disagree:

Membrane had a childhood. (The comics also show him with his parents, but I'll stick to strictly show material, since a lot of the comics are not canon). Yes, it could be argued that this was just a younger Professor Membrane, when he was still short. However, I think the childhood wonder of still believing in Santa Clause, even as a super-genius, is more pro-human than pro-secret-Irken. Zim studied Christmas, whereas Professor Membrane experienced Christmas, if that makes sense.

To explain his kids, I do think Dib and Gaz were clones. I subscribe fully to the theory that the Membrane also told them already, way younger than was probably appropriate lol. I think if they didn't know for sure where they came from, they'd both have way more questions on the regular about their theoretical mom.

As funny and interesting as it'd be to have Dib be chasing proof of, well, the existence of himself, I think the reason Membrane tries to keep him away from the paranormal is as stated: Membrane believes, and has always believed, that science is the only career worth chasing. He doesn't believe in the paranormal, because the spookies are just things that science doesn't yet understand. I think if we're lending to the clone theory, it'd also trouble him that his clone-son doesn't like science, and therefore is not the perfect clone. Dib's disinterest is a sign of something going wrong in his experiment, which is simply unacceptable. Furthermore, I think we don't give Membrane enough credit for just being a sentimental guy sometimes. Like any other dad, he just wants his son to think what he does is cool, and join in on his favorite thing.

I think Gaz's comment about a squeedily-spooch was just her being a glib little sister. Also, Dib literally had his organs stolen in that episode. Zim stole his organs to replace organs that he don't exist in Irken physiology. Sure, Dib could be part-human-part-Irken DNA, but if that was the case, Zim still would've noticed by now. He literally steals Dib's DNA signature on multiple occasions. Zim turns him into bologna one episode, and the both of them take extensive cultures of their DNA to try and cure themselves from being turned to meat. If not one, the other certainly would've noticed some Irken in there and pointed it out.

I can't find the episode immediately, but there's also episodes where Zim gets electrocuted and we get the humorous x-ray shots. There's also an episode where Membrane gets an x-ray shot. In both, their bone structure is different.

As neat as the idea is, especially in terms of a 'wow Dib's his own worst enemy' idea, I can't say the video swayed me, or that I could be convinced towards adding it into my own personal fanon. Very neat video though. Thanks for the rec homie

#invader zim #zim #gaz #dib #professor membrane #amyisherenowansweringyou #iz #gaz membrane #dib membrane

[verm1c1de]

Any Irken anatomy headcanons? (Specifically about their organs? What do you think Dib would find after opening him up? 👀)

oh my god i just realized this one wasnt an art request

this is furom like june,,,, my god

ANYWAYS we already kinda know what parts of the spooch looks like,,,

yep. one hella long tube and also whatefur the hell theyve got going on in the second screenshot. like a dumb little caterpillar,,,.,,,

so i dont have much to say on it! ofur than commenting on its very tube-y-ness

#ask #vermi.txt #irken anatomy #screenies #gore #tw gore #idk. i guess

[myrskytuuli]

(Okay, so this is an incredibly self-indulgent crossover post, but as someone who has had the sandman brainrot for a really long time, I cannot help but think "how would the Endless manifest" for every other fandom I end up in. So I made art about "how would the Endless manifest" for irkens. For IZ fans who have no idea what I'm talking about: The Endless are akin to Gods, but not. They are personifications of universal concepts that appear differently to every species. For Sandman fans: The irkens are aliens, don't worry about it.)

Dream of irkens: Dream Takes the form of a Tallest, as he is the sovereign ruler of his own realm. He has no pak, which is the least off-putting and strange thing about him. Dressed always in all black, the shadows are part of him and his eyes hold entire galaxies. In truth, he could appear less nightmarish to irkens, but he is still offended that once irkens augamented their species with paks, they started to see sleep, and therefore also dreams, as something to be culled away from their biological needs. The rare times that irkens do enter the dreaming, it tends to be for nightmares. Afterall, there is only so much one can supress from one's unconsciousness, even with the help of a supercomputer wired into your brain.

Destiny: Irkens may not believe in destiny, but that does not matter to Destiny. His book still tells the story of every irken, as it does for every other being in the universe. If an irken were to stumble into Destiny's garden, they would find him monumentally tall, robed figure, whose antennae twitch to listen at noises you cannot hear. It is impossible to say if he has pak or not, under those robes.

Death of irkens: Death takes after the appearance of your average service-drone. This is because, as Death herself would say, she is here to serve the irkens. Short, kind, and approachable, she is not what irkens might expect, but maybe what they all secretly wish for. She has no pak, and by the time she takes your hand to lead you to the next place, you won't have either.

Desire of irkens: Desire appears always taller than you. It is hard to remember much of their appearance, besides the golden eyes and that they are everything you have ever wanted. They smell of sugar, gunpowder and victory in battle. They are young, virile, dangerous; everything you ever wanted to be, or once were, or hope to be. It is said that Desire has pak legs so sharp that once they stab you with one, you won't even feel the pain. Not until later, when you realise that there is a hole in your spooch that yearns and yearns and yearns, and will never be fulfilled.

Despair of irkens: Despair appears always despairingly short. She is always significantly shorter than you and her dull eyes will dampen any ambitions you might have ever had, if you are unfortunate enough to catch them in your own reflection. Her pak is broken, with loose wires hanging freely from it.

Delirium of irkens: Delirium's mismatched eyes are complimented by her mismatched antennae, which end in delirious spirals. One should never look at her antennae too long, or one might end up going mad staring into the spiral. Delirium has a pak that is cracked in half, the crack forming the symbol of a defective on her pak. Delirium is the endless the irkens hate the most. (Maybe because they understand her too well, she who was once Delight, but is no more, as irkens themselves lost delight from their life generations ago.)

And Destruction: Schmillion of years ago, irkens worshiped and built shrines for Destruction, but Destruction abandoned them, as he abandoned all, his family included. Some whisper that Destruction of irkens dissapeared when irkens stopped respecting his other aspect, the aspect of creation. Irkens still worship destruction, but they have not created anything in centuries, and Destrcution seems no more willing to show himself to his irken worshippers than he is willing to make contact with the rest of his Endless family.

#invader zim #the sandman #the endless #irken empire #crossover #rare chance to see my art #I don't show that often

[cc-sketchbook]

Idk I just got this idea that Zim’s undersuit had impact armor on it. Might have thought a bit too much about the design, I included a smaller secondary set of pectoral armor because of that one issue of the comic where we learned that Irkens can grow a second set of arms if they want to. Also drew his wrist communicator too, though I think its probably, normally, stored inside his arm when not in use. Also, Gir doing stretches and exercises with his master is adorable imo <3

#invader zim #invader zim fan art #Zim #Gir #concept art #costume design #Digital Illustration #artists on tumblr #gotta protect the squeedily spooch #and he does get punched a lot...

[causticbicaudate]

Tartar Sauce in a Twinkie

A tastebud betrayal of epic proportions

The most diabolical plan ever executed by an Invader

And Zim just yuks it up while Dib has a fit

Git rekt

#Invader Zim #IZ #Dib #Zim #Gaz #Comic #Cau's Art #Cau #Tartar Sauce in a Twinkie #Zim's probably gonna keep laughing until he wheezes up his squeedily spooch #And Dib will never eat twinkies ever again #The damage has been done #Hope you guys enjoy my garbage comic #<333

[cdarkheartzero]

Today’s theme (doodle)- “Mimic”

Zara just adores watching Zim copy his movements and actions. It’s so charming and just melts his ‘Spooch.

I know I haven’t posted much lately ;-; having a massive art block. And for the few of you that left messages and asks, I swear I will get to them. Thank you!

#invader zim #iz #zim #zero’s art #sketch #iz fanart #invader zim fanart #zero’s oc zara #iz oc #irken oc

[squeedly-spooch]

haven’t posted much art here since school is keeping me busy, but here’s a random assortment of sketches

#iz #invader zim #dib #zim #gaz #ocs #irken ocs #my art #spooch art

[valdarian]

Invader Zim- Infinite Pink: Prologue (1)

WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This fic is intended for a mature audience and will be covering some traumatic topics that could be triggering. Please be advised! 

Read with caution! 

-Major Character death is temporary and only used in prologue.

-This fic is likely to make some uncomfortable or potentially be triggering. -It is intended for mature audiences, as it will be exploring dark and mature themes and situations. Such as violence, implied/attempted sexual assault and abuse. Non-con/dub-con warnings apply. I will try not to go into too much graphical details, however be warned it will be implied or referenced. -The events in this story are entirely fictional and merely done for dramatic effect. However, they are not intended to poke fun or downplay the real-life seriousness of these issues in anyway.

-I always try to include additional warnings in my author notes before each chapter.

WARNINGS OVER.

Stay safe!

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SUMMARY: Zim’s trial was a victory for Irken society, their biggest thorn finally defeated for good. Zim’s soul reflects on his life and actions from the great beyond. 

When a second chance presents itself; Will he achieve his happy ending or wind up like he did before? Fighting against impossible odds, unraveling mysteries and discovering what lies beneath. Secrets will be revealed. What truth awaits?

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NOTES: 

-Prazr is supposed to be slow burn endgame pairing.

-No Dib/mission to invade Earth (I don’t plan on exploring it) in this fic, besides small past references. 

-Instead it will be focused more on Irk and her history/society. Like Zim’s Academy/elite days.

-It’s been years since I’ve wrote a proper story, so please don’t mind the writing if it’s a bit weird in some places. I’ve had this plot stuck in my head for about a year. Inspired by my obsessed with Isekai/reincarnation/do-over manga and fics.

-If others want to use this as a base for their own story or art, that’s fine. Just tag me, I’d love to see what you do!

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(The Abyss: Undetermined time after The Trial)

Zim floated endlessly in darkness, surrounded only by a feeling of a bygone age.

His body, the only thing visible as far as the eye could see. Was as bare as the day he was born, not even a PAK attached. 

Any Irken caught like this would be ridiculed for such degeneracy. Yet, he could not muster much shame. Only hugging his knees tighter to his chest.

He had nothing to show the passage of time. Only a half remembered feeling of what it was to be alive. Left alone in the Abyss with only his own thoughts and distant memories as company.

How long had he been here? Minutes, cycles...Eons?

Was this what death truly felt like? All alone and tormented by his life on replay.

Forever wondering what had went wrong.

He had been angry at first. Enraged at the thoughts of his trial and execution.

How dare they do this to him, to ZIM! He hadn't done anything to deserve this!

The pain of PAK removal was one of the few things still fresh in his mind.

He had cursed the hoomans and their filthy planet, the dib-beast for always interfering in his plans. As well as a long list of others for his fate. Just about anyone and everyone he could remember. No matter how insignificant they had played a role in his life.

His rage had burned without an end in sight. Who had he angered to endure such disgrace! Who did they think they were to put him through such humiliation? 

The names had slipped past his lips before he could stop them.

The Almighty Tallest.

His tirade had halted immediately. Appalled at his renegade of a mouth.

What traitorous thoughts! 

The propaganda and teachings of the Empire still deeply ingrained within his mind.

Yet, the more he had thought about them, the more his rage started to burn again. Turning into a blaze of discontent and resentment.

The Tallest had used him!

They were no more innocent then he!

Just as the Empire had designed them to. Zim had only been doing what any Irken soldier would've done...right? They were taught to love destruction and mayhem. How could he ever be the one in the wrong? Was not that, the purpose the Control Brains gave them?

He was only doing his duty.

What right did they have to punish him then!

Was not it the Tallest who had forced him to pilot during Operation Impending Doom? 

They hadn’t even asked what had caused the disaster. Why he had done what he did. Not that he could’ve answered them. Even now, that time is nothing but a distant haze at best. 

Still, they had never tried to find out what had went wrong. Only sending him to suffer on Foodcourtia under the sadistic Sizz-Lorr.

Did they like seeing him in pain? Did they enjoy seeing him unable to fight against them, even when they continued to ridicule him. Pushing him ever closer to his breaking point?

Like when they had sent him to that treacherous death-world known as Urth.

No! His body had shook in anger.

No, no. 

The truth was that they had sent him into the deep recess of space, hoping he would die.

He had turned a blind eye to all their misdeeds against him. 

For so long...too long, he realizes now. 

Letting his feelings blind him.  Everything had just felt so...so right with them. He had clung to a smeethood friendship. To long buried feelings that he swore they shared, but could not speak of. 

Had he really been that delusional?

They had been friends once, close ones. It had been an instant connection. One he thought would last the test of time. Since their days in the Academy, they had spent practically every waking moment by each other’s sides. Years spent studying, training and completing assignments together. Even graduated as elites with one another.  

He had cared about them, more than he could ever put into words. He had thought they had cared about him too.

Maybe they had one point...Until their love of status won out.

Zim had always known about their dreams of grandeur. But, had ignored it. Convincing himself, that no matter what, they would never abandon him. That they still cared for him...even if only a little.

Yet, time and time again he was proven wrong. 

Unwilling to accept the truth. His own delusions gladly filling in the blanks. They were ultimately the same as him, obviously. Only doing what the Empire wanted. What the Control Brains wanted. 

This was all an...act...There was no way they actually hated him. It was...a test! A test of his faith, of his will...of his love. No matter what, he couldn’t fail. He needed to prove himself to them. Maybe then...

What a pitiful creature he had been.

So much so, he had even done something as primitive as pray to the ancient Gods. Hoping that one day...

He really was delusional. The crazed mess everyone believed him to be.

After all, what Irken in their right mind, would ever want to be seen with such a tiny smaller? 

Yet, in the end he had still loved them. Even now his cardiac-spooch aches for them.

They had hurt him, but he had hurt them too.  He hates them, he loves them, he hates them, he loves them...

He doesn’t know what to think about them anymore.

After some time, his anger had eventually moved on. 

To the only ones left.

The Control Brains.

The machines who claimed to control everything. If they were truly such omnipotent beings, then surely they had to have known his PAK was defective! They dictated everything about Irken lives after all, from what they wore, to their careers and everything in-between. 

Then why was only he to blame!

Were not they the ones that programed him this way!

If he had been such a threat to the empire, if his PAK had so many errors, then why didn't they fix it!

Why had he been the only one to be punished!

If he was so broken, then why couldn't they have just fixed him!

…and just like that, the flames had been snuffed out. He had been quiet for a few minutes...hours...or maybe even days. Dwelling only on that single thought alone.

A sob had left him as the realization came crashing down.

Only then had he finally blame himself. A deep well of shame had quickly bubbling within him.

Over two hundred cycles, years devoted to serving the Armada. Bowing to the strict rules of the Empire and whims of his Tallest. Placing his loyalty to Irk above all else. Rejecting his natural inclinations. Forever trying to hid his perceived weaknesses.

It all amounted to what exactly?

He was defective. A mistake. A problem to be remedied and swept under a rug to be forgotten.

He was only capable of needlessly destroying everything in his path, even himself.

Forever trying to be something he wasn't.

While Silently pleading, hoping beyond hope someone would give him the attention...the love that he so desired. His peers would recognize him and appreciate him.

Irk was sure to celebrate his death for cycles to come.

It's not that he hadn't tried to control his urges. He had tried, he really did. To be the perfect soldier, to be the prime Irken example.

But, at his core, that not who he was. Despite how much he had tried to make himself to be so.

Luck was as much his friend as it was his enemy.

In a society were one was not to step out of line, not to break any mold, to do only what they were told. Someone like him, could only double down. Hoping that maybe this time something would go right. If only he kept trying it wouldn't be considered failure. Something would have to work eventually, right? He hadn't been kicked out of the collective yet. So that meant there was still hope.

What a fool he had been. 

Chaos incarnate many called him. The name Zim was synonymous with destruction and failure. He had no glory, no honor. He was nothing but a devil to his own people, an omen of their death.

By the Gods, if he could just go back! 

His hands clench at the thought.

Would things be different? Could he make different choices. 

Even if his loyalty came into question? If he walked a different road then that of the perfect little Irken. 

Would he even be capable of such a thing?

He doesn’t know.

If only he had tried a little hard to control himself. If he could just be given another chance to prove himself. If to no one else, but to him. If he could just have a chance to live life how he truly wanted.

If only he could start over. If only...

A humorless laugh leaves him. Who would even give him the time of day? To him of all Irken?

As if.

His Empire had denounced him. His people had forsaken him. He had nothing left.

Magenta eyes stare blankly into the expansive darkness. They close as he  buries his face into his knees, lamenting his fate.

Truly this couldn't have been a more fitting punishment for someone as despicable as him.

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Cover Art: https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/643477875611271168/cover-art-for-my-invader-zim-fanfic-infinite

OC ART:https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/643603226310148096/just-a-few-of-my-oc-that-appear-in-infinite-pink

MAP of IRK: https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/644055524128735232/guess-who-found-a-world-map-maker-its

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https://valdarian.tumblr.com/post/640238150925598720/invader-zim-infinite-pink-ch1

#PRaZr #zim razr #pazr #almighty tallest #tallest purple #Tallest Red #invader zim #Infinite pink AU #Zim

[shadowofthelamp]

Year in Review: Writing

So, I can’t do the ‘year in review’ for art because... yeah, I didn’t really draw that much this year. So I decided to trawl through my writing tag for one favorite piece per month, and a pulled few paragraphs from each! Basically everything here is Zim except for the one tendershipping week thing, lmao, oops.

Some months had slim pickings but I still do like every one of these and it was a nice reflection.

January: Arrival

Her skin was tinted a sickly green, more like decomposing flesh than irken or human. Dib swallowed, but her breathing seemed to be even when he placed a hand to her kind of chubby chest, so that was probably just how their skin colors mixed, right? Besides, the lighting in the lab was always weird. Her mouth was gummy with no teeth yet, but her vocal cords were functioning perfectly. He was going to need hearing aids by his twenties, between her and Zim.

She had four fingers and three toes, which he kind of expected, as well as a nose but no ears. That made sense, if she had antennae, but it was still strange to run his fingers along the sides of her head and just feel smooth skin.

Her eyes… they were Zim’s through and through, deep ruby with the color filling the sclera. Did irkens even have sclera if they only had one color? Under the lab’s lights and mixed with the way everything on her slightly shimmered from the sticky goo she'd been coated in, she was like a section of space stolen into the little room and it took his breath away. The water blurring his vision didn’t help as he wiped it away with his sleeve, shifting her to one arm. She was so small...

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February: WLOD Dib meets Twix, alt version

It’s fascinating, to see what could have gone right. The 1001 here had gangly, underdeveloped limbs, and wispy hair that never quite got clean from the showers. This version wasn’t fat or anything, but definitely had more meat on its bones.

He examined the goggles- peering through them, they altered its vision because they made the lab beyond the ‘glass’ blurry. Curious, very curious. He was about to pop the lens out when it began to stir, tugging at the metal restraints with a clatter.

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March: Zibvoid

He talked to himself.

He talked to himself.

He talked to Zim, who hadn’t said a word since he’d died, but maybe he was just giving him the silent treatment.

Round and round, the generator buzzed like a bee and a hospital and a bug zapper that would draw in prey like flies to a web, except he was the spider now and the Zims were the moths.

Dib. Dib Dib Dib Dib Zim Dibdibdibdibzimdibdibzimdib. The names popped off his tongue as he rolled them both in his mouth, over and over until they didn’t seem like names at all anymore.

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April: Sturdy Branches (I know the date’s different on ao3 but it was first posted April)

Her dad is either singing or talking to himself as he vacuumed inside the house with a sway in his hips. At least you’re pretty sure it’s her dad? You haven’t seen a picture of him or anything, but he’s about the same age as your dad, so he’s too old to be a brother and too young to be a grandpa, and she hasn’t mentioned any uncles. A babysitter, maybe, but that doesn’t really make sense since Tulip isn’t home yet- ah!

She’s talking to someone as she turns the corner, bouncing her backpack. It’s lilac and circular, as well as covered in buttons. The Ranger helmet is in her backpack or still in her locker, but either way, she’s not wearing it anymore. She’s got the boots on, though. You adjust the binoculars a bit, but you aren’t good enough at lip-reading yet to tell what she’s saying. Whatever it is, it’s making the girl she’s talking to laugh. Maybe she’ll tell you tomorrow in class or at lunch if you pull her to sit at your table again. She has more friends at the middle table, but they don’t like sitting next to you after the beetle incident, and she doesn’t seem to mind. She always has a big smile when you start talking, and she’d say something if she didn’t like you, right? Pretty much everybody else does.

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May: Do Something For You (TD spoilers!)

Dib had never really thought ahead to having a family, but she was pretty much everything she’d want in one. She was an assistant and a partner, she was invested in the paranormal, she hated Zim- but on the other hand, she didn’t want him hurt? She seemed weirdly invested in making sure he didn’t get caught, actually. Eh, she’d hit him pretty hard, so it wasn’t like she was opposed to him getting his rightful dues for being an evil space monster.

It was relatively simple- she was just worried if he died then her timeline would be destabilized, which was a decent enough concern. Zim had to be important to his life for years to come, in one way or another. But whatever they were dealing with in the future, it had to be better with Zim out of the way earlier, right?

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June: Unnamed capture au drabble

“Why do you even give me these stupid scripts if you don’t like me doing them?” Dib folded his arms, kneading the ball in his palm. “Just get a robot or something.” He snorted. “I mean, it’d probably break, like half the stuff you touch.”

Zim’s hands curled into fists. “Take that back, you- you- worm!”

Dib quirked an eyebrow. “What, touched a nerve? When I was a kid, half the stuff you made broke, it’s just a fact. You only conquered Earth because this place is a trash heap and your garbage is slightly better than ours.” Over a year in Zim’s presence without too many galling injuries and a lifetime of not being able to keep his mouth shut made him bold. “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re probably broken yoursel-” He was cut off with a Pak leg aimed directly at his throat, prodding in just deep enough to draw a drop of blood down the alien metal.

Zim’s eyes were narrowed, but something was watering on the edges, and Dib swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing just below the leg’s tip.

“Zim. Is. Not. Broken.”

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July: Laughter

Ryou couldn't stand the lights on one minute and then hated having them off the next. The shadows bled from the way the light reflected off the couch, how it seemed to devour the wall behind it, and he swore he could still hear the voice in his mind. (Was that himself? Had he started thinking of himself as a separate voice? It had been ages since he'd really been alone, even though anyone outside him would have wondered about the boy who talked to his reflection like it was an old friend.)

He wished he could talk to Ryou. Ryou who had seemed so pliable as a child but had proved entertaining, a match for the fire, (heh, fire, even though it wasn't that funny, in fact, it wasn't funny at all, but what did he have but jokes? it wasn't like he could cry anymore) who carved out rules for use of the body with gritted teeth and tugged at the rope of the Ring so hard it had chafed his neck. He'd respected him. From a soft child, he'd hardened and grown firm, grown powerful, grown to be worthy. What were the odds fate had given him a chance at the same time someone had handed a young Yugi the box with the Puzzle? A roll of the dice. (The Gods having a last laugh, perhaps..)

Ryou dug his nails into the wood of the desk so hard that it made crescents, tiny moons in the umber that dug splinters into his pale fingers. The little model of the Thief King sat, as he always did, half-hidden on his shelf behind the pieces of Zorc. He'd never bothered to glue the monster back together but felt oddly reluctant to just incinerate the figures and be done with them. Both of them. Either of them. Maybe he just didn't want to pretend it had never happened. (Maybe he was worried he'd forget, thoughts and memories swept away by the sands of time, trickling down the hourglass, minute by minute, day by day, as he aged the way the Spirit had never been allowed to.)

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August: New Mission

It had been a month.

Nebula Twix had survived. She’d had to be popped into the healing pod when she had an allergic reaction to the oatmeal Dib had tried to feed her when it had inflamed her spooch, and Gir had tried to eat her head the one second Zim’s back had been turned, and she made goo from both ends a lot, but otherwise, she was perfectly fine!

And with that, Zim had come to a crossroads. It seemed that he was, indeed, in this for the long heel. (He was pretty sure that was the phrase. Humans liked large feet and large boots, so it made sense.) He could either continue to keep her a secret, or he could pass on his success to the Tallests.

Creating slaves out of the species marked for invasion was pretty common- something like 85% of invaders did it. But creating hybrids? That number was much lower. (Besides, they were usually disposed of as soon as the invasion was complete.) And irkens having those hybrids from their own bodies, and not just mixing them out of genetic slurry and quickly aging them up in time-fields? Almost completely unheard of. Zim was the pioneer in that area.

Also, having smeets from one’s body may have been a tad illegal, considering how hard it had been to find good information and judging from the fact that all irkens found to do it were brought in for experimentation. But no matter! Zim was nothing if not very, very good at things few other irkens dared to do, ready to drive the Empire forward by any means possible. They would have to appreciate that!

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September: Twix finds out she’s pregnant

Secondary life-form detected, the chamber chimed.

“Oh, gross, I’ve got a tapeworm? Well, flush it out.” Twix rolled her eyes, going back to the computer.

Lifeform has elements of Pak user.

Her finger froze on the ‘b’ key. “It… what? Analyze species origin.”

The chamber hummed around Twix as sweat dripped down the skin of her neck. There was a tiny 'ding!’ like a kitchen timer.

Lifeform is too underdeveloped to make more than approximations, but is roughly 25% irken and 75% Dominant Earth Species.

Her scream rattled the walls.

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October: Best-Laid Plans

“Of course, Number One.” Two turned his head slightly, and Dib jolted- he hadn’t directly commanded him to do that. “Your plan is perfect.” He blinked slowly- much slower than most Zims. Most Zims were utterly manic, back and forth and back and forth, loud and brutal and dangerous, but Two- Two had always worshiped him. Maybe even more than the rest. It had been nice, to be admired so heavily. Two had adored the personal attention when he was turned into an errand boy.

Dib might miss him.

He shook that thought out of his head, gripping both sides of Two’s face with his index finger and thumb, nails (not claws, they weren’t claws) digging into the cheeks.

“You belong to me.” Two didn’t respond, and Dib dug in a little further.  Irken skin was thicker than a human’s, with a single drop of pink blood oozing over Dib’s fingernail and leaving a barely-perceptible damp trail. “Respond. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Number One.”

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November: Desperation (warning if you click through for impalement)

Dib’s lips were on Zim’s before he even knew what he was doing. “You’re not dying on me, you little bastard,” he hissed, fumbling to hold up the body as Zim nearly coughed blood directly into Dib’s mouth. It was salty and sweet all in one, but Dib couldn’t linger on the taste. Zim’s fingers grasped at his shirt, and Dib took that as a sign that it was working, pressing their lips together hard enough to bruise the capillaries.  

There was a click. Dib breathed in blood and out carbon dioxide, sputtering and swallowing it down so Zim wouldn’t die like this-

Something red-hot and metallic climbed over his arm before digging into his spine, and he realized that the body had gone entirely limp before there was electricity and then there was nothing.

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December: Freak

Twix grit her teeth. “How am I supposed to trust you if you’ll just- just do that?”

“How am I supposed to drop my whole social life because you can’t help being the weirdest person in school?” Tulip shot back. “I do care about you, but it’s so, so hard sometimes, because you just don’t know how to act, and sometimes I’m sick of waiting for you to play catchup just because your parents are the town freaks!” She slapped her hands over her mouth and took a step back.

Twix’s eye twitched under her goggles. “At least they’re freaks that love me. I’ll see you tomorrow, third period.”

“Twix-”

“I said,” Twix said through gritted teeth, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get out before I reactivate the security.”

Tulip got out, and Twix buried her face in a couch pillow and screamed.

#shadow says stuff

[pichupurin]

Your newest ZASR art had me hollering. Especially the bit where Zim’s chasing his kids around with a mop. DECONTAMINATION SHOWERS FOR ALL OF YOU. ZIM WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH FILTH IN HIS OWN HOUSE.

I’m glad you enjoyed it!!

lmao he about to make them rue the day they decided to come out of his squeedily spooch

#oh well at least their doom will be lemony fresh #smeet au

[severituslover21]

My Invader Zim fanfiction (Beautiful sparkle)

Ch 1

Dib-thing has become increasingly annoying as of late, like .. I mean ,eh…..even more annoying than usual. Following the incredible Zim around like he was his shadow, making pitiful, repeated insinuations about Zim ending up on an operating table with gruesome details that make even Zim's spooch uneasy. And the worst, tugging on Zim's sensitive leeku, that smeet-menace has gone too far!

Ah, the Dib, Zim's pathetic, most resilient enemy. How Zim hates that such a fragile, insignificant body manages to twart him at every point (That fishbone of a boy managing to stand up to a full trained irken invader, to the irken elite no less…), how Zim hates him with a burning passion of a thousants suns, how Zim longs to hear his cries of surrender and mercy.

And yet, the Dib… behind the ordinary exterior hides a mind the likes that can compete even with legendary irken scientists; the Dib ,whose insatiable thirst for knowledge is only second best to his determination; the Dib , who is the only one who can appreciate the genious of Zim.

If only there were a way to convert his little pest of an enemy to his side, to tear the smeet apart only to rise from the ashes like a fledgling phoenix, to rise for Zim. If only…

Incomming transmission from the Massive:

Hello Zim! Tallest Purple said, his expression like he swallowed a sour lemon rather than a full pack of donuts. How are you holding up?

Let's cut to the chase, Pur ; said Tallest Red exasperated.

Zim we need you to help us fight a new enemy on planet ZYTKA. Our defenses have not been quite holding up , despite the new alienpower, against this foreign inferior, with a penchant for extreme ruthlessness even against his own kin…

Yeah, he's even more crazy than your defective robot! Interjected Purple.

Quiet! Said Red. You are to return to your homeplanet immeadiately soldier and…

Blow them up! Said Purple, like only you can.

But, my Tallest said Zim travel from Earth to Irk even at superspeed would take months to…

Do not worry Zim, our fresh alienpower can stall them enough for you to arrive precisely on time, said Red.

If Zim may ask, my Tallest, what does this fresh alienpower consists of?

Why the opressed slave-meets previously kept in isolation Zim, said Purple with a cruel smirk. A few kind pats on their head here, a few morsels of nourishment there, suddenly they are more loyal than our most loyal.

Zim startes to cackle darkly: Most brilliant my Tallest.

After a few tense seconds Red said: Make us proud Zim. The, or else, was left unspoken.

Transmission ended, the computer said in his bored voice.

Of course, said Zim, his voice echoing eerily in the darkness. Why had i not tough of this before, what better way to break a smeet than to separate him, than to employ his own needs for companionship against him, what better way than what the dirt humans are calling:Stockholm Syndrome. Ah, Dib we are done playing games little smeet.

Later, the next day, at the membrane household:

And this is the day i finally catch that alien-menace Gaz! Then that alien won't be able to threaten a single human and the world shall se me for who i am, Dib Membrane, paranormal investigator!

Whatever! said Gaz in a lacklusterly manner.

You support me don't you Gaz, you don't think i am getting in over my head, do you?

Your voice is stupid, and hurry up we need to go to skool.

At least she did not say my head is so big, mused Dib with a small smile on his face.

At skool:

Hello Dib! coeed Zim from behind Dib freaking him out because of the dulcet, venom-less tone of his voice.

Zim! What are you planning Space-boy? Don't think i won't stop you! Whatever it is i will...

Wouldn't you like to know, little filth-boy, said Zim secretevely.

How weird. Zim seems more friendly than usual, for Zim that is, though Dib. His mask won't fool me...

S-see you in class, space-boy, said Dib after hurrying to class all to eager to get away from the alien.

After four uneventful hours of listening to Miss Bitters droll on and on about our impending doom, the class finally ended for the day. All this time Zim sat near Dib, ignoring him.

Something in his gut told Dib to run so he did, all the way to the park, tonly o clear his mind he said to himself.

Just when Dib relaxed a little, thinking that bug-eyed monster was only bluffing about actually having a plan a sinister voice was heard from his left: your choice little human, the easy way or the hard way, said zim smiling as Dib shouted the hard way.

As Dib rushes towards Zim with his bare fist and a martial arts manuever he learned on the internet he is suddenly picked up by Zim's robotic legs and tossed away. Dib lands quite painfully on his bottom., his head hitting a nearby tree. Just when he is struggling to get up Zim is on his tugging painfully at his scythe-like hair. Dib lets out a shout of pain: aaaaah!. Zim laughs than twists one of Dib's arms behind his back. Dib feels red-hot agony shot through him as Zim dislocated his arm but that in no way deters him. He nows he has a recipient of water hidden in his trench coat as he never leaves home without it. As Zim busies himself monologuing about Dib's pitiful human body and about his incredulity that suck a weak, defensless child turns out to be so much trouble for him, Dib takes advantage of the situation and in a flash he pulls the small jar from his pocket get rid of the stopper with his teeth than he dumps the water into Zim's eyes.

Ahhhhhhhh!Zim shrieks in pain.

That's what you get from underestimating me Zim., said Dib but suddenly Zim stops screaming and starts laughing than softly sais:foolish earth-child, i was only pretending.

What?! screamed Dib

Zim leapt to his feet more nimble than a panther than said: Do you really think, earth-stink that i would come to this fight unprepared, when this fight is the culmination of Zim's well deserved victory over the Dib? Zim snorts. No, little Dib i covered myself in protective paste-goo before coming to skool. Too bad nothing shall protect you from the wrath of Zim!

Dib doesn't like to admit this to himself but he starts to worry a little. Maybe if i used the smoke pellet i made while Zim isn't looking i coud recuperate and than...

Come towards Zim , Zim coeed. The dirt-boy will not be hurt anymore.

Dib shakes his head than sais:Never.

But Zim rushes towards him, slaps him on the cheek. Dib yelps than feels somethong soft and white on his nose. No! Chloroform! Zim started laughing maniacally and slowly Dib lost conciousness.

#dib and zim