#Zim was rejected by literally everyone

[emeraldspiral]

Thinking about how much the Zimvoid arc and Loki season 1 had in common.

Like, both of them star a villain protagonist who ends up trapped in an apocalyptic wasteland populated almost entirely by alternate versions of themselves, most of whom all suffer from the same vice of needing to scramble for power to prove their superiority while a handful of more enlightened versions of themselves reject competition in favor of cooperation. They even both have a kid version of themselves as the leader of the cooperative faction along with an older, wiser version, an aquatic version, and a huge beefcake version.

Of course because Loki is a drama and Invader Zim is a tragedy, the stories take different directions with their character arcs. In in a drama, the story is driven by characters having a flaw that they overcome or a false belief that is corrected, or possessing virtues that allow them to triumph, which all goes toward supporting whatever the story's thesis is. In a tragedy, the story is driven by characters who fail to overcome their flaws, who either never learn their lessons and change or just keep getting worse and worse, or who either abandon their virtues or let their vices win out over them, or whose virtues aren't enough for them to succeed without the support of the world around them backing them up.

Because Loki is a drama, Loki's story is about having his ego broken down so he can be built back up into a better man. He's humbled upon finding himself powerless in the TVA, forced to confront the ugly truth about himself and understand the neediness and insecurity at the root of his obsession with power and superiority. He meets other versions of himself who reflect his worst qualities back at him but also show him that he has the capacity to be better. He learns to be empathetic and care for other people besides himself and causes greater than his own ambitions, but also learns to love himself from falling for another version of him and recognizing that that all the qualities he admires her for are qualities that they share.

By contrast, Zim goes through his experience with the Zimvoid unchanged. Meeting other versions of himself and seeing them all compete for power doesn't make him self reflect on his own pettiness and meeting better versions of himself doesn't inspire him to do better. He doesn't learn to empathize with other versions of himself and doesn't learn to value himself for his own intrinsic qualities. If anything, the experience makes him worse because defeating all the Zims only reaffirms his false belief that his worth comes from his superiority over others.

Loki and the Zimvoid are essentially telling the same story, but the genre makes all the difference to the outcome.

One thing the Zimvoid does though that I really wish Loki had done is support its themes by making the villain another version of the protagonist.

Like, I remember when Loki season 1 first aired everyone was expecting Kang to be behind everything just because it would tie-in with the greater Marvel universe and I was saying I really hoped it would be Loki himself instead. Because Kang wasn't a character in the show until the very end. He had no personal relationship with Loki, he was just some guy we'd never met before. And literally everything else in the show was about Loki being in conflict with himself. It would've made so much more thematic sense if his line early on in the series about his plans to take over the TVA and become the most powerful being in existence was foreshadowing a reveal that one version of him had already done it and the reason he was pruning all other Loki variants who strayed from the path that would lead them to death was because he didn't want any other Lokis to overthrow him or mess up his timeline and throw him off the path that got him to where he was. Kang did end up still tempting Loki with the opportunity to have everything he ever wanted as a final test of his character growth, but it just didn't feel as impactful coming from a stranger as it would've from another Loki.

With the Zimvoid though, we got Zib as the absolute perfect villain for the story. A dark reflection of both our protagonists who are themselves mirrors of one another, reflecting all their worst qualities back at them and showing them the folly of basing their self-worth around proving their superiority over others.

[eun-gealach]

They are a family your honour

[chickenparm]

Sold to silco sold to silco sold to silco (wattpad, yes, but also serious if you dare)

don't you dare say i don't love you guys. the things i do for you are astounding. harry styles is going to be so broken up about not answering that craigslist ad about some chick selling her daughter.

Sold-to-Silco Wattpad Fic 1,147 Words ---

It’s not the sound of your alarm that wakes you up - you can’t remember the last time it’d had the chance to do that instead of your mother’s ungodly screeching of your name. Ugh, what a bitch. 

With a long-suffering groan, you roll out of bed until your feet hit the hardwood floor, and you look at your bedroom for a second. It is very cool. Your walls are painted black, but you can hardly see them because of all your cool posters and art. Some of them are your favorite bands like Good Charlotte and a heavy metal band that you enjoy that’s called All American Rejects. That one was signed and you kiss it before you go to sleep every night.

Your bedroom is very sparse otherwise - there’s a California king sized bed that you found in a dumpster and brought home, a desk that you’re supposed to do your homework on but doing well in school is for preps, and your closet which is filled with all your band t-shirts and skinny jeans and converse and Tripp pants (from Hot Topic, of course) and your studded belts. 

Your mom is coming down the stairs, stomping on every step and you know she’s going to be upset that you’re in your Invader Zim pajamas still instead of getting dressed in your school uniform that you put studs and belts on so you can stand out because you’re a non-conformist and every day you have to sit in detention for it but that’s fine because school doesn’t matter anyway. 

Once you graduate your band is going to get signed by a big record label and you’re going to be famous and who cares? Oh yeah, you’re in a band and you play lead guitar and also you sing. Everyone says you sound like a mix between Amy Lee from Evanescence and also that one chick from Flyleaf. 

Before your mom can open the door, you hurry to get ready by tying your long, straight, black, curly hair into a messy bun that’s also purposefully messy to make it look like you don’t care because you don’t but it has to look that way also so people know you don’t. You also put on some swipes of mascara and line your eyes with perfectly winged eyeliner and also the shade Gash by Urban Decay because that’s what Gerard Way uses and he’s literally so hot. 

Just as you perfectly arrange your belts - not through the loops though, that’s for preps - your mom kicks the entire door in and she has a bunch of crumpled papers in her hands, “Get up! You’re going to your new home, you ungrateful stinky little brat!”

“I’m NOT stinky, I’m wearing the Nightmare Before Christmas Bone Daddy perfume.”

“Well you have a new dad now. I had some debts from purchasing too many Robux and now I sold you to this guy and you’re his problem now!”

Your mom pulls out an entire cigarette, lights it, and then smokes it all in one entire huff until it’s all gone before she throws it on the floor, “Pack your shit, you butt-sniffing fart huffer, he will be here to come and get you in two minutes.”

“UGH, this is so not cool,” You pout for a moment, stomping your converse-wearing foot on the floor just as she leaves the room. Now you have to pack your stuff and miss school and you were supposed to hang out under the bleachers today and brood with the other emos. That sucks. 

You turn on your stereo very loud and make sure Green Day’s Jesus of Suburbia is playing. It’s your favorite song, Saint Jimmy is like… your idol. You pack your favorite clothes and make sure that your makeup is also there and that you also look very good in the mirror. Outside there is a honk that lasts a long time, like they’re holding the horn down. 

Also your room is in the basement because it’s dark and scary and makes you feel like you’re a vampire, so you take the stairs two at a time and almost miss a few because you’re so clumsy and quirky. Your mom is waiting by the door and she is very impatiently tapping her foot with her hands on her hips. She doesn’t say bye, but she laughs in your face and says, “Good luck!”

The door hits you on the way out and it hurts but you don’t make a face because you don’t want her to know that it hurts even though she probably does know. Parked right in the middle of the street without even using its hazard-lights is a shiny black limousine with all of its windows tinted. The driver jumps out and runs to open one of the doors for you when you walk closer, and when you sit down inside there is a man. 

He is very weird. His face is kind of fucked-up but like in a good way that makes him look dashing and mysterious but also vulnerable and the good kind of ugly like a pug (adopt don’t shop). Except his nose is super big which is not like a pug and you tell him that, “Your nose is very big.”

“Thank you, I grew it myself. I am your new dad now. You can call me dad.”

“You’re not even my real dad,” You say and cross your arms. The man frowns very deep and it makes his whole face look weird. 

“I have the paperwork and I am your dad.”

“But not my REAL dad. I don’t even know him so he can’t be you.”

The man laughs at you for a few minutes and then he says, “Actually I did a DNA test when I signed the paperwork and I am your real dad. Let’s go home now to my mansion.”

And then the limo starts to drive and the man says his name is Silco. He gives you a glass of champagne to celebrate even though you’re not even old enough to drink but he says, “Who cares?”

Those are your favorite two words so you drink the champagne and Silco tells you that he lives in a mansion with maids and butlers and also there’s game rooms. When you tell him that you are in a band, Silco says he will sign you to his record label because he is a music producer and will make you famous and your band is going on tour next week. 

On the drive there you have seven more glasses of champagne and you’re so drunk that you lay across the seat and fall asleep. Silco gives you a jacket and pats you on the head and says good night. You dream about kissing Pete Wentz with tongue and also going to a Black Veil Brides concert.

[progressivestupidity]

IZ week 2020

so i wasn’t gonna do this because I didn’t think the prompts were very good for writing to, but I remembered the last day’s prompt was “role swap” so I decided to do something small and quick for it. this is all 7 days in one post. the first and last ones are drabbles and one of them is an au idea

@invader-zim-week​ here u go!!!

Day 1. Angst or Fluff 

Zim’s denial skills are god tier, but even they have their limits.

Drabble. I think this is the turning point for my eventual found family au

“When are you going to get it through your thick head that the Tallests aren’t coming?” Dib flings his arms out wide in his exasperation

“They’re just…!” Zim fumbles a bit, clenching and unclenching his fists. “The Armada is a million light years away! It takes time to travel that far, obviously. It took me six of your months to get here from Conventia and the Massive is further away from here now than that. They’ll come! You’ll see! And then you’ll be sorry!” Zim’s face is drawn tight. He’s tense all over, shoulders drawn up to his jaw, antennae pressed flat to his head, and normally Dib prides himself on reading Zim like an open book, but he’s too far gone in his own annoyance to see the warning signs.

It’s because he doesn’t see these red flags that Dib proceeds to stick his own foot in his mouth with his next words. “Maybe if you weren’t such an idiot and opened your eyes, you’d see the truth—that they dumped you here to get rid of you.”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?” Zim explodes, planting his tiny hands in Dib’s chest and shoving. The boy lands painfully on his ass. “I’m not stupid, Dib.” His name is spat like an insult. “I know they don’t care about me! Why do you think I try so hard?”

Dib gapes at Zim, looking up at him for once, stunned into silence. “I.” He swallows. “You know?”

“Of course, I know.” Zim’s voice is a low hiss and his eyes are narrowed to slits. “You don’t get banished and then just get over it. You don’t get put on trial to defend your life, forced to relive your worse mistakes, and get sentenced to death, only to be saved by freak miracle, and never acknowledge it happened.” Zim takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest. Dib supposes he means for it to look intimidating, but it looks more like he’s holding himself together. “I’ve always known.”

“Why do you try so hard then? If you’ve always known there was no point?” Dib has to ask, has to know, has to hear the words from Zim’s own mouth.

Zim purses his lips and turns away. “There was always a point.” He falls silent for a moment, one antenna twitching up a bit in thought. “I just… I thought if I was just a little better, if I accomplished something important for once, that… I don’t know, that maybe I’d.” He pauses and grits his teeth. “Maybe if I actually managed to take over this filthy planet I’d be worth something for once.”

Day 2. Be Gay Do Crime (LGBTQA+ headcannons)

Dib is bi/pan/demi-ro, Gaz is lesbian, Zim is ace/demi-ro

Headcanons.

Dib seems like the kind of guy that would both take whatever kind of relationship he could get, but also appreciate it. Dib isn’t afraid to work for what he wants and isn’t afraid of things that are “not normal” so I see him being the type to not care about the gender of whoever he eventually decides to date. However, because Dib’s been burned in the past, he would need a deep and sincere emotional relationship to see someone as a potential romantic partner.

Gaz is just a big lesbian. Girls, man.

Zim is ace all the way baby!!! He’s just not interested, and sure, part of that is me projecting, but it just feels right for Zim to just… not care. He has no interest and doesn’t care for sexual attraction regardless of whether or not Irkens do/can/will have sex or not. On the other hand, Zim has expressed a softer side before and I can see him being able to maybe eventually develop romantic feelings for someone if he actually manages to get close enough to them for those kinds of feelings to even emerge. It would take a lot of time and a deep, meaningful friendship, but Zim has shown he’s capable of love. He just has to let himself feel it.

  Day 3. Fandom Appreciation

Found family fuck yeah

Headcanons.

I’m still in the process of thinking about how I wanna go about my found family au so here’s just some initial ideas

After ETF, Zim self isolates for a bit. The florpus hole was his Last Ditch Effort plan and had it succeeded, he knew he would have been destroyed too. He was okay with it. He had made peace with it. However, it failed, and now he’s forced to reflect on said failure

The Massive doesn’t escape the florpus. They’re gone, completely. If they the ship does manage to get out, it’s not in one piece

I initially couldn’t decide if The Trial should come Before ETF or After but I think im gonna say before so the Massive doesn’t have to come back lmao

Before too long, Zim jumps back into the planning/scheming swing of things, but his ideas are never more than petty crimes and being a huge annoyance

Dib gets really annoyed with him and they have a big argument

Zim finally admits to knowing of his own Defectiveness

Dib reluctantly feels bad for him and backs off a bit to let Zim have his space

Zim, however, sees this as a betrayal and redoubles his efforts to get his attention

Somewhere along the way, Skoodge comes back and Zim backs off of Dib a bit, having someone else to focus attention on

Dib eventually begins to offer Zim his hand in friendship (phrased as a truce at first) and they finally make steps towards getting along

They realize they actually really like being friends

Zim eventually realizes that he’s made a life for himself, outside of the Empire

Eventually Zim, Skoodge, GIR, Minimoose, Dib, and Gaz form their own little family and explore space and hunt cryptids

(I love cryptid hunter and space exploration aus holy shit)

Day 4. If IZ had a different setting/time period

Cyberpunk??? Sure

Potential idea maybe.

Cyberpunk dystopian future

Aliens and humans intermingle, both on and off Earth

The Irken Empire has gotten bigger

Technology is advanced and cybernetics are widely known/produced

Idk man I don’t know a lot about cyberpunk, maybe this should be more for the aesthetic

Day 5. Aesthetic

Big shrug man idk

Headcanons, thoughts.

I’m a big fan of fashion Zim, and whenever I get the chance I give him clothes that are both cute and comfortable

Galaxy print leggings are a personal favorite of mine to give him

One time I wrote a little ficlet/oneshot where he wore a skirt. I should publish that some day

Uhhhhhh okay so. Dib has veeeeeery big early 2000s emo/punk vibes tbh

Scene kid GIR always makes me laugh

Gaz could pull off pastel goth like no one’s business

I’ve been here long enough to witness emo/scene hair wig Zim and his eventual fall lmfao

Pretty much everyone that redesigned them back in the day gave Zim emo kid hair that fall perfectly over one eye it was WILD

 Day 6. What if IZ was a different Genre?

Uhhhh does “fantasy instead of scifi” count?

Potential idea maybe. (oops it ended up being a fantasy/modern magic au haha ooooops)

Instead of being an alien, I had the idea of, maybeeeeee Irkens are like. Elves maybe, or perhaps some kind of fae. (I don’t know much about fae, oops)

Okay bear with me here, this is all coming together in real time.

The Irkens (which is what I’m gonna call their clan or faction or subrace or whatever) still want to be the rulers or something over the humans/other mystical beings. This world of magic is hidden from humans and they live blissfully unaware. There are invaders all over the place, using magic and glamors to trick humans into thinking they’re also humans. Zim is one such invader and just to happens to end up in Dib’s town, whereupon he enrolls in Dib’s school, pretending to be a transfer student.

I have no idea why or how the Irkens invade or what methods they use, but since my biggest experience with elves is through DND, I’m going to say they’re functionally similar to certain DND elf races.

So anyway, Zim ends up in Dib’s class and Zim’s glamor just Doesn’t Work on Dib for whatever reason (maybe Dib passed his Wisdom saving throw while literally everyone else failed, idk) and so Dib can immediately see Zim for what he is.

Dib is still into paranormal type stuff, though in his world, he’s less about cryptids and aliens and more about the magical species/world(s) that he KNOWS exists. His big goal in his au is similar to canon in that he wants to expose it all for recognition and love from his father.

Zim, meanwhile, he just wants to prove himself, just like canon. I can’t decide how I want the Irken hierarchy to go in this au—that’s something to think about later, when I have more time—but whatever it is, Zim is either a) not very good at it, b) not suited for it, c) ridiculed for not fitting in to it, or d) a combination of any or all of these things. (or secret option e) he rejects it but has no where else to go. On the other hand, it maybe be none of these things.)

GIR is here too though he’s probably not a robot. Maybe he’s another kind of magical being, or, hell, maybe he’s just Zim’s little brother. I’d be okay with that.

Gaz can also see through glamors but she just doesn’t care. Tak shows up at some point to get revenge, and Skoodge also shows up at some point to stay with Zim and be his friend.

Zim is bad at blending in at first, but he eventually Does get better, since he’s not totally isolated from other Irkens here and he also doesn’t Look like an alien.

(I’m thinkin’ elves in this au look Mostly human but with a few differences. Since I’m biased and this is MY fantasy world, damnit, elves are just. Really Pretty. Ethereal and elegant and graceful (for the most part—there are always exceptions) and they’re also great at magic. Maybe Zim isn’t all that great at magic, I dunno. I’ll figure something out.)

This ended up being less of a genre change and more of a whole ass au, lol oops

Day 7. Role swap

Chanting: human zim au human zim au human zim au human zi

Drabble. This is for an ongoing species swap au that i’ve had in development for the last few years. i haven’t posted anything for it yet, but I’ve thought about it a lot

Dib freezes as Zim points the plastic water gun at his head. Zim’s eyes are narrowed, lips pursed, and he adjusts his grip almost nervously. Behind him, Gir is holding a bucket full of water balloons and a pair of neon green star shaped sunglasses. It’d be cute if Dib wasn’t aware of how painful Earth water is to his Irken skin.

Zim finally lowers his gun slightly. “I want some answers, alien.” He looks Dib over with critical eyes. “Who are you really, and why are you here?” He reaches back and Gir hands him a water balloon with a big smile. “And you better tell the truth or I’ll bust this over your big head.”

Dib grimaces and watches the balloon. “My name Dib, and I’m a scientist. I’m an Irken, from Irk, and I’m here to learn more about life on this planet.” He holds his hands up, hoping to placate the human gesture for surrender. “I’m not here to harm you or anyone else, promise.”

Zim huffs. “Yeah right. I bet you just came here to laugh at the locals.” He puts on a mocking voice and waves the gun and balloon as he speaks. “‘Stupid, stinking humans. They can’t even travel beyond their own moon, yet. What morons. I bet they descended from pigs with how horrible and stupid they are.’” He jams the gun against Dib’s chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Dib bites his lower lip and looks away. He can’t deny he hasn’t thought something similar since arriving on Earth, but Zim didn’t have to be so crude and blunt about it.

The two are at a standoff for almost a minute before Zim blows out a long sigh and steps back. He turns to put the balloon back in the bucket, gives Gir a pat on the head, and shoots Dib one last glare. “Stay away from me, Dib. I have enough problems to deal with without having to worry about whether or not it’s safe for my brother to go to school or if I need to watch my back while walking my dog.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” Dib says, a little put out.

Zim scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. I know better than to believe it.” He turns and tries to smile at Gir but it comes out a little twisted and sad. “C’mon Gir. Let’s go home and get Minimoose and take him to that dog park you like so much.”

Gir gasps and lets out a cheer. “Can we go get ice cream afterwards?”

Zim gives a little laugh, smile turning a bit more genuine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

As they walk away Dib can’t help but wonder why he ever thought Zim was an Irken himself.

[krizaland]

Zim having a tall S/O, Would he treat them like royalty due to them being tall? Or would his loyalty lie with the tallest? Sorry if requests aren't open if so just ignore this

Ooooh! What an interesting question!  

Before we start, I’d just like to say that Zim could fall in love with literally anyone no matter how tall or short they are because affection is an extremely rare feeling for him. If he were to feel affection for you, that would mean you are truly something special! Zim would be in love with you not your height. 

With that being said, I headcanon Zim at about 3 foot 5 so pretty much everyone is taller than him and he hates it!  Zim does not like feeling inferior to FILTHY humans! 

However, if he were to fall in love with someone around an average height, he would still be shorter than them. He would be a bit annoyed at first and try to act like he’s taller than you. Of course, once he starts to get to know you better, he’ll drop the act and treat you like a rare and precious treasure. 

If he were to fall in love with someone taller than the average human, he would be worried that you would reject him for being too short. So he would probably try to build some batshit crazy contraption to try to be taller than you. However, once you reassure him that you don’t mind his height, Zim would certainly be relieved.  After that, he would treat you the same way he would treat you if you were an average height. 

While, you being taller than him might have a little something to do with it, Zim would mostly treat you like a rare and precious treasure because you’re his and therefore, that makes you the best no matter how tall or short you are!

[transssexualheart]

there is a massive difference between the characters in the show and movie/comics, most notably dib, where he used to be portrayed as a morally ambiguous outcast who is self destructive, friendless, violent, afraid, and desperate to prove himself no matter what it takes, and ultimately his goal is not to protect humanity but to make humanity believe him and he’s willing to make a lot of sacrifices to get there. we hardly see the full range of dib’s loneliness in the movie and how much of a reject he really is to his peers, mostly because none of the movie takes place in school, but dib is actively bullied constantly by his peers, the very first time that we meet him his classmates repeatedly call him crazy and ask what’s wrong with him, he’s been hospitalized at least once and detained otherwise multiple other times for being supposedly insane, the closest things he has to friends are his rival and his sister, both of which are actively shitty to him and their relationship with him is best described as tough love, his own father neglects him and refuses to accept who he is and his interests and believes very firmly that dib is insane and needs to be fixed, and he’s not innocent either. he has an unnatural obsession with the idea of disecting zim alive and has made it very clear that he wants all the credit for that, he’s considered letting himself die because it meant his classmates who have tormented him for his whole life will die with him, he has a complete disregard for the short term well being of any stranger around him, repeatedly puts his own family in danger without thinking about what he’s doing, and while he does mean well, he’s incredibly bitter due to the life and society he grew up in for fairly valid reasons, but he’s not the perfect stable hero that the movie makes him out to be. he has a lot of issues, he’s paranoid, he does things that are wrong to achieve his own goals in order to gain validation, he’s virtually isolated from the world and copes with this by focusing intensely on paranormal activity, he has the pressure of living up to his dad on his shoulders, and is quite literally seen by his father and everyone else as professor membrane’s fuck up who was supposed to carry on his work and instead went crazy when membrane literally made him, his father LITERALLY sees him as a failed experiment within the show, and this is hardly addressed in the movie whatsoever. he’s traumatized and has been since his early childhood and has a revenge complex that resulted from this, and probably has a whole lot of other trauma that came after that, which he will have to learn to work through as he grows up.

[howlingwolf23]

I propose Mandy from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy is the ultimate goth. In this essay.......

I will explain, in my opinion, on what is a goth and use examples of other characters we've all known and seen. 1st, let's start with the most famous Goth characters of all, Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. These are the least Goth characters in all of Goth-dom. He has a song dedicated to him and he is known as the Pumpkin King. He is the ultimate goth in the land of Goths. As for Sally, she is a quiet Mousie goth that most of the town doesn't even know of. This is every teen prom high school movie we've all seen. Jack is just the jock who wins prom King, and Sally is the nerdy girl that gets to end up with him. Again, this is every Teen Movie we've ever seen But made goth. To be truly goth in this type of world you must be the most un-goth-y person. So in the scenario of Halloweentown, the only true Goth in the entire town that we ever see is actually Santa Claus.

Let's start now with what defines a goth. I believe most of us can agree that to define a goth is somebody that is a non-conformist. That it God that somebody who sees the world and rejects it in one way or another. There is other obvious signs such as their clothing or style of hair or makeup. There is also the personality or the aura that a goth person carries with them. These are the three criteria that I'm using to judge on what is goth and what is not. How they conform or not to society, how they appear to according to society and how their personality interacts with their society. another way to look at it, is their environment, their style and their personality.

And now a few honorable mentions to show some characters who I believe is also got but not the top goth. Let's start with Zuko and Mai from Aang: the last Airbender. they are the number two best goth couple. Zuko and eventually May rebelled against the society that they grew up in and then they both have the personality. We all remember the quotes that started their love, "I don't hate you" "i don't hate you too." The only goth couple in my opinion that beats them or Gomez and Morticia Addams. They are the best goth couple as they do not conform to society in any form or way, they have the style of goth, the only thing I feel they lacked is the personality. Possibly in another life they would still be equally as happy but maybe more normal according to society. One couple that I've seen also floating around is the Joker and Harley Quinn from The Batman series. I do not know why I have seen them a lot in the goth circles as an ultimate couple but this needs to stop. Namely, they are not golf in any way except for maybe that they do not conform to society. But mainly my issue with them is that they are not a cute lovely couple, it is simply abuse. Let's stop romanticizing it and making it nice and everywhere. It's abuse. Other honorable goth that I feel should be mentioned is gaz and dib from Invader Zim. both don't seem to conform to their surrounding Society and both seem to have the style but again neither of them had the full personality. Gaz is definitely high on what I would consider is a goth but I would not put her in the top three. A great real life example of a goth is got Uncle long legs, the meme, of that guy wearing the tight pants taking pictures by a cemetery. That is probably the most goth person in reality.

now the top three Goths in my opinion. Number three, Raven from the DC Universe. I would consider her forced into being a goth. She has the style of a goth and the personality of a goth, but she does not have the non conforming of a goth. To explain that better, yes, she does not conform to her Society norms, but it's not because she's rebelling against them but rather she has to. To those who may not know her story, a brief summary is she must not feel and keep her feelings in check at all times or her hell father will rise and destroy the world. So it's not so much she wants to be goth but goth-ness is shoved upon her.

number 2 goth would be Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family. Now she has a style and nonconforming down easy. But with her personality and her family I feel she's just born into being a goth. she is a goth in the same way her family is goth where its more that they just like the aesthetic or seem clueless that it's different.

now finally to the number one goth in my opinion. Mandy from The Grim Adventures a Billy and Mandy. Her style is not goth, not even a little bit, but everyone acknowledges she is a goth. She has the non conforming attitude of a goth as she hates the world with her entire being. also, she has the personality of a goth. She has such a huge Aura of being a goth that I have seen episodes where is she has scared people off with a simple gaze. she has such a powerful goth aura that she doesn't even need to dress goth for people to realize she is goth. she wears a pink dress with a yellow flower on it with black shoes and a black hair band. With that simple description, it can sound like any other normal girl playing on the playground. But her goth power is so great she has literally made the Grim Reaper, Death, her bitch. I don't know what is more goth than that.

thank you for reading this random thought I had and I felt that I must share.

[strawberryspeachy]

:/

So I wanted to play dragonball since it came out. Cause I love dbz games.

All of my friends growing up had video games parties to the point that when someone in high school pointed out they were at a party where people just played games - it was the first time I realized that’s not what normal teens did at parties

I did love playing video games as a kid

I did stop because I was lonely

Would I have streamed if josh wasn’t doing it? I have NO CLUE.

I seriously don’t know

All I know is that the ppl on my stream annoy the fuck out of me and make me feel obligated to play and do a bunch of things

I don’t want to play because it stresses me out dealing with them

But mostly because before it felt like it was something I was doing WITH josh. And it was nice.... and now it’s just a reminder that he’s gone and instead I’m stuck with this fucking kids who get on my nerves

But idek if they get on my nerves because I already am miserable about josh or because they legit just annoy me. I mean I had fun on the days that I was in a good mood.... and they annoyed me when I’m in a bad mood

Do I ignore stream and see if I feel better about it later and lose all my followers because I don’t do it

Do I force myself and be bitter and boring because I don’t like it and lose them because that’s not gonna be fun for them if they can sense I’m forcing myself

I already explained what’s going on. And I didn’t expect much cause like lol. They’re a bunch of kids and weirdos online - they’re not gonna give a fuck when ppl irl don’t. And they didn’t lol.

I just don’t know. I feel bad postponing. I don’t enjoy playing. I just pulled up Josh’s stream for the first time in a couple weeks - to watch while he’s live and cried.

And I do know that sitting inside playing video games all day isn’t my thing. I wanna watch tv I wanna paint I wanna go outside and do anything in weather 70 degrees and above. I like playing games with certain friends. And I just don’t feel that way about 98% of the ppl I play with online.

When I play with my friends in real life I’m never the one who gets bored of playing first. I’m always the last one. It’s not like I don’t like to play once I start. It’s not like I’ve ever turned down a controller when I’m with people. But I more so like the hanging out with my friends part more than playing the game.

I’ve been playing so much Pokémon go lately. I didn’t care when my iPod couldn’t handle it when it came out cause I’m just not a gamer. I don’t play for me. I tried to download it cause everyone I knew was playing. And I didn’t care that I couldn’t play. I like playing it now because both my best friends play it. And honestly I probably would pay attention to it if they didn’t.

So... idk. I’m sitting here waiting this when I told my followeds I’d get on tonight instead of fucking getting on cause I just really don’t want to.

I don’t want to not like it and lose followers and feel rejected

I don’t want to ignore them and feel like an asshole

I don’t want to make a schedual or make time to stream because no one I’m friends with does it and I have what I deem better things to do with my life

I always thought doing YouTube would be fun and cool... skits... stories... vlogs... cartoons... not pretending to give a fuck about the amount of stamina a character does or doesn’t have. When I’m in a good mood I can pretend to think what people say is interesting. But I’m not and I don’t care and I just don’t have the patience to sit and read paragraphs about some dumb modification on a character when I don’t know what the the fuck they’re talking about nor care to know. I don’t even like this dragonball game. I don’t like dragonball super. I’d probably give a lot more fucks if I wasn’t basically stuff with a spin-off of the show I like and everyone’s preoccupied with said spin off and don’t care about the part I care about

And god fucking damnit. Stop telling me to watch naruto or listen to some shit music I don’t like. Like it literally why I stopped hanging out with anime people.... even amougst the weirdos they don’t like the same brand of weird I do and that was probably the biggest let down in high school

Of course no one wants to talk about old anime. It makes sense. It just sucks for me... and honesty I never find anyone who likes all the same shit at me

I like I like my little pony dbz boy meets world and spongebob. I like arianna grandes music and skillet. I like pretty dresses and emo makeup. But I don’t like internet memes. I don’t care what the celebs are up to. I don’t wanna gossip about some relationship I’m not part of. I don’t wanna make fun of someone doing something cringy. I don’t care who made that dress I like or about sports teams.

I like the grim adeventures of billy and Mandy but I don’t like invader zim. Why? I don’t fucking know. One makes me laugh till I cry and the other makes me squish my face together in disgust. Idk why. I like so many things and at the same time I hate everything. I wanna go to a city and chill and to a loud club and dance. But I don’t wanna go to the carnival and be surrounded by people and and I don’t wanna go to that shitty little dive bar with kareoke. Logically it doesn’t make sense but one makes me excited and the other makes me wanna jump in traffic to escape.

So it’s just really hard for me to actually get along with anyone. Cause I only ever get along with 25% of who they are as a person. And I have just gotten used to it. I’ve accepted that I don’t like anyone fully. If I like a person I’m only gonna like at most half of who they are. But most ppl aren’t like that. Most ppl like all the their people they’re with or else they’re not friends. And so when I know why ppl leave me it’s cause they get tired of hearing me say that I don’t like the thing they like or that I don’t wanna talk about the thing they wanna talk about. They only wanna talk about the mysteries of space for so long before they wanna talk about Taylor Swift and I am never gonna wanna talk about or hear about her.

And idk. It sucks. I wish I were either a full fledged weirdo shut in or preppy ditzy extroverted slut. Not half of both.

All that from not wanting to steam... but it is the issue. Cause they’re all the weirdos... and.... I’m not that much of a weirdo. And then the ones who like the popular stuff hear me say something about like game of thrones or some shit and they start talking about something normal and I’m like ehh.. nah too far for me

So it’s the same thing over and over.

Also I just really miss josh :(

[rocksinmuffin]

Congrats, you've unlocked a new level of Terrible Fandom. Can you do some headcanons or a drabble or something about Zim taking you to prom because that's whats Expected of Normal Human Couples?

Sooo…  I’m human garbage and actually wrote something based around pretty much this exact thing?  The reader is a middle school girl and it’s a Sadie Hawkins Dance.  Unfinished and most likely will never be but I had good bits and pieces written here and there so…  Here ya go.

~*~

When you wake up in the morning with the curious taste of egg salad in your mouth, you know that it is going to be a terrible day.  Chicken-salad-mouth means that it’s going to rain, tuna-salad-mouth means you’ll find change in your pockets, and you still aren’t entirely sure what macaroni-salad-mouth means, but egg-salad-mouth is always a prelude to terrible days.

So, when the morning school announcements declare there will be a Sadie Hawkins Dance the following week, you really shouldn’t be all that surprised.

And that is how you find yourself in quite the predicament.

Middle school is hard enough without society putting pressure on you to find interest in the opposite sex before you’ve even fully hit puberty.  You have an Algebra test coming up in a couple of days.  You have to dissect a squid in biology.  You have no time for awkward butt-touching and sloppy make-outs while some idiot DJ wearing sunglasses in a dark room and much too old to be hanging around a bunch of children plays inappropriate songs with half the words bleeped out so that everyone in the room is essentially gyrating to the sounds of a heart monitor.

Just last year you thought boys had cooties—you still do, honestly—and now you are supposed to want to let them stick their tongues down your throat?  Gross!  Yet, if such things hold no interest for you, you’re made out to be some kind of freak of nature.  To be given such a label so early on in your young life will guarantee name-calling and swirlies for the rest of your miserable public school career.

You have no choice. You have to ask someone out to the dance.  Society demands it of you.

You look around the cafeteria, surveying the whole room for the perfect person.  After all, you can’t ask just anyone.  While you are bending to the wills of society to ask someone out, you still don’t plan on going to some stupid school dance; not when you can spend the evening eating pizza rolls and watching reality television.  You just need to ask someone who would under absolutely no circumstances ever agree to go out with you.  Someone who would not only say no, but would scream out his rejection at the top of his lungs so that all the school would know of your pitiful attempt and then leave you alone to stew in your misery.  Someone who is so socially awkward it’s literally painful.  Someone who hates being around people even more than you do.

Someone like…

“I AM ZIM!  Bow before me, human worm-babies, for I am the future ruler of your pathetic, putrid race!  BOW! Bow before my clavicles!  The clavicles demand you.”

Ah, Zim.  The weird green kid.

That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.

Granted, you don’t know much about him other than the fact that he’s the weirdest, creepiest kid in the school—perhaps second only to the crazy big-headed boy, Dib—but you don’t need to know much else.  He might be a creep, but you’re confident that he’s the type of creep that will reject a date to a dance without a thought, and that’s exactly the kind of creep that you need in your life right now.

With a decisive nod of your head, you push your lunch tray back and stand up from your seat, making your way to the back of the cafeteria where the green kid sits at a table all by himself.  You stomp your feet loudly, making a big show as you clomp across the cafeteria, gaining the irritated glances of your fellow public school slaves.

Zim is in the middle of dissecting a pea with his fork when you stop in front of his table.

You force a smile.  “Hey, Zim—”

“I’M NORMAL!” he shrieks, flinging his fork across the room. It manages to lodge itself into some unfortunate girl’s headgear.

You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, of course you are.”  You clear your throat.  “Zim, I’m not one to beat around the bush, so I’m just going to get straight to the point.”

Zim stares at you as if your mere presence is offensive to him.  You take this as a good sign and continue.

“Zim,” you begin, then close your eyes and take a deep, calming breath.  “I find you to be somewhat less nauseating than the majority of the male student body.  Will you be my date for the Sadie Hawkins Dance next Saturday?”  

He looks at you for a moment, scratching at his chin as he makes a series of guttural grunting sounds. He lowers his hand and chuckles; quietly at first, but within seconds the sound has evolved into a full deep-throated laughter.  A few seconds more and the laughter transforms into an ugly wide-mouthed shrieking guffaw that makes your ears ring with the shrillness of its pitch.

“Zim?  Dance?  With you?  HA!  Stupid pig-smelly!  As if the great and powerful Zim would ever waste his time shaking his groove thang with you… and your wretched belly full of processed meat!”

You look down at your stomach for a moment before r up at him.

“Zim is very flattered that you acknowledge his superiority and attractiveness over the rest of the wretched human stink beasts that litter this awful planet.  But more than that, Zim is nauseated by the sight and smell of you. YOU STINK WITH THE HORRIBLE STENCH OF EGG PRODUCTS!”

You scratch at your cheek. “…Okay.  A simple no would have sufficed, but at least this way there’s no room for misunderstandings.”

“Why are you still here? Zim has had enough of your greasy pubescent monkey face.”  He waves a single gloved hand at you dismissively.  “Be gone, smelly earth-child.  Return to the wretched dirt-hole from which you crawled!”

“Alright, Zim, I get it. You don’t have to tell me twice.” You turn around, covering your face to make a good show of looking much more miserable than you actually feel.  As you walk away, you can hear the tell-tale whispers of the rumor mill and you smile.

You’re so smart, you wish you could have sloppy make-outs with yourself.

Zim, satisfied that the gawky earth-child will never bother him again for the remainder of the lunch period, returns to awkwardly not eating his lunch.

The Dib, however, as he is prone to do, pops up out from nowhere to stick his enormous head where it neither belongs nor fits.  “You really blew it this time, Zim.”

“Eh?”

“That girl who just asked you out?  She might not be popular by any means but she’s still way out of your league.”  The Dib takes an unnecessarily long and dramatic sip from his diet poop.  “No red-blooded human male as ugly as you would’ve rejected an invitation to the dance from someone as moderately attractive as her.  Or any girl, really.”

Zim rolls his eyes.  “What’s your point, Dib-stink?  Spit it out!  Zim has no time for you and your giant head full of nonsense.”

“My point is—”

“Spit it out!”

“My poi—”

“SPIT IT OUT!”

“My—”

“SPIT IT!”

“…”

Dib shakes his diet poop can and aims it so the remaining contents explode in Zim’s face.  Only after the green boy has finished his pained shrieks and falls on the cafeteria floor to silently twitch and sizzle in mind-numbing pain does Dib finally continue.

“Soon everyone will know you’re not human!  And then they won’t think I’m crazy anymore!”

“Yes we will,” says a lone voice which Dib chooses to ignore.

Despite the third degree burns still blistering over his precious face-skin, Zim leaps up off the floor and on top of his cafeteria table.  Gloved fingers point accusingly at the Dib and his wild web of big-headed deception. “LIES!  YOU’RE LYING!  That is ridiculous.  I am a normal and disgusting human worm baby, like you and the rest of this horrible race of filth.  Just look at my torso!  LOOK AT IT!”

Despite the magnificence of Zim’s perfectly disguised humanoid torso, Dib does not look impressed.  “Oh really?  Then if you’re so normal, why’s everyone whispering about you?”

“Whispers?”

Zim turns all around the cafeteria and sees that the Dib-stink is right.  The humans are looking at him, staring with their shifty and inferior beady little earth eyes, whispering their idiot human earth words of conspiracy and paranoia and filling their empty brain meats with their allegations. Their allegations against Zim! ZIM!

How dare they?  How dare.

“I’ll show you, Dib-smelly. I’ll show you all!  Zim will dance with that horrible, wretched girl beast! Zim will dance her pants off!” he declares as he jumps down from the table, kicking his lunch tray carelessly aside. It hits a kid in the face and knocks her against the wall in a vicious assault that spills blood and peas across the linoleum.

Zim runs across the cafeteria and out the doors, exiting the room with a parting scream of “I’M NOOOOOORRRRRMAAAAAAAAL!”

Dib turns to face the child closest to him.  “He’s an alien, you know.”

“Please don’t talk to me.”

~*~

It’s hard not to walk around with a skip in your step, but you somehow manage.  You’re just so ridiculously relieved.  Everywhere you go, eyes and hushed voices follow.  Your failed attempt to ask out Zim is the talk of the entire school.  By the end of the month, everyone will have forgotten about it, but until then, all you have to endure is a little gossip and the occasional looks of barely-concealed pity from your peers in order to ensure a pleasant night full of pizza rolls and a Netflix marathon of the first three seasons of Toddlers and Tiaras.

In this moment, everything is absolutely perfect.

Then you surprise yourself with a sudden burp and are overwhelmed by the powerful taste of egg salad.

Oh no.

You turn to your left just in time to see Zim stomping your way, students’ bodies slamming violently into lockers as he pushes them aside.  His eyes widen when they make contact with yours.  His mouth widens even more so than his eyes had as he fills the hall with the shrill shriek of “EGG-STINK!”

Oh no.

You turn back around, walking as fast as you can through the crowded hallway.  If you move quickly enough you can pretend you didn’t see him.

But apparently that isn’t enough to deter Zim.  You can hear his boots clinking against the hallway linoleum close behind and you pick up the pace.  No longer feigning a fast walk, you run through the hall at full speed.  You dodge through waves of students like a frog through traffic.  A hall monitor tries to stop you and you elbow them in the teeth.

Sunlight gleams through the windows of the double-doors and the sight is so beautiful you swear that you can see angel’s smiling.  Just a few yards and you’ll reach the exit.  You’re so close to the door that you can almost smell the sweet air of freedom.  All you have to do is reach out, push the doors open, and you’ll be safe from any and all freaky green kids who may or may not want to foil your plans of being a lazy piece of garbage.  You make the lunge towards the exit but something holds you back.

Zim’s gloved hand on your shoulder is like the firm grip of Death.

Your body swings limply like a ragdoll as you are yanked backwards.  You stare longingly at the door the way a hobo stares down a half-eaten hotdog in the dumpster before girding your loins and turning back to face the horrible visage of Zim’s ugly mug.

“Smelly egg-child! Zim has reconsidered your pathetic invitation of human courtship and has decided to accept.  This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.  You should be honored, filth.”  He shakes his fist at you.  “BE HONORED!”

You tug your arm back, your hand on your shoulder as you try to gather your thoughts.  “Look, Zim, don’t worry about it.  You made it very clear that you don’t like me.  The last thing I need or want from you is a pity date.”

“What?  PITY?! Ha!  Don’t be silly!  I was just being shy earlier.  Zim is doing this now because he wants to, just as any pathetic earth boy would.  BECAUSE I’M HUMAN!  I happen to find your crooked teeth and greasy scalp to be extremely attractive.”  He clenches his hand into a fist.  “The grease, it compels me so.”

You move your hand to your head.  “My scalp’s not that greasy…”

“Don’t be so modest! It is, by far, the greasiest scalp I have had the great misfortune to gaze upon with my normal human boy eyes. Its powerful sheen puts all other disgusting human-produced bodily fluids’ shines to shame.”

“Thank you?”

“Yes, yes, Zim is as charming as he is genius,” he answers, brushing you off.   His eyes suddenly narrow as his voice takes on a slightly darker tone.  “Take the rest of this week to prepare yourself, worm-baby. You will need it in order to be prepared to have your pants danced off.”

You gulp.  “I don’t think I’m prepared for my pants to be taken off in any which way.”

“TOO BAD!  For this Saturday shall forever be known as the day you don’t wear pants!”

“Well, yeah, since it’s a dance I’ll probably be wearing a dress that day, so…”

“No pants!”

You blink.  “But I was agreeing—”

“NO PANTS! 

“Okay!

“NO PANTS!” he shouts again.

“OKAY, I GET IT!”

“GOOD!

“WHY ARE WE YELLING?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”  Zim brushes imaginary dust off the front of his long shirt tunic-thing.  Seriously, what the heck is he wearing?  Is it a dress or just a really long shirt?  “Then it’s settled.  Zim will pick you up from your dwelling this Saturday at 7:00 PM sharp.”

With the memory of Zim’s rubbery death grips still at the forefront of your mind, you know that there is no escape for you.  You release a sigh of defeat.  “Alright, fine.  Let me give you my address.”

“Don’t worry your greasy, smelly head, child.  Zim already knows where you live.”

“How do you…?  How can I not be worried when you tell me something like that?”

Instead of answering your question, the strange, short child turns heel and marches victoriously down the school hallway, leaving you alone with the budding realization that you are going to a school dance with someone who is quite possibly a professional stalker.

You gulp.  “What have I just gotten myself into?”

[cosmignon]

The obvious ask is what would you change about Invader Zim.

I’m actually not really sure bc it’s one of those shows where I’ve accepted the flaws a long time ago, and i think that changing anything about it too much would be to destroy what makes it so unique. but I’ll give you my best shot

1) I’ve never really known what to do about the themes of insanity/institutionalization in the show. on one hand shit that happens in the show like “dib literally gets sent to an insane asylum” is tinged in that like, ableist trope of “oh doesnt it Suck that the guy who is Right about Something is considered CRAZY and gets locked up with the crazy people?” it’s definitely uncomfortable imo 

but there’s also something about how the worldbuilding in invader zim makes some meta allowance for crap like that? I’d even say that’s like, an integral part of the show’s style

both zim and dib, as the main protag and antag respectively, are considered crazy and weird by their societies. we as an audience are supposed to both kind of agree with their societies, but also sympathize with zim and dib too. bc some of the reasons they’re rejected by society resonate with the core audience of invader zim (depressed tweens and teens): nobody listening to you when you have something to say, trying your very hardest at something and not getting any proper recognition for it, getting laughed at behind your back, being constantly told to conform to the lot in life you’re supposed to occupy 

so in my mind that aspect of invader zim, the idea that craziness/insanity can be used for humor (esp absurd/satirical humor), is so intrinsically tied to invader zim’s Style of black comedy, and used so often to paint the light in which we’re supposed to view the characters, that I’d say just watch invader zim critically and try to recognize when ableist concepts pop up

or just watch a different show instead, since this show (despite being my fav ever) is definitely Not for everyone  

(like, watch steven universe, which definitely takes a lot of inspiration from invader zim but its a LOT lighter and softer in tone (aside from serious story stuff which even then is different from zim’s serious story stuff in that invader zim Never takes itself too seriously) 

2) An aspect that I think could actually be changed in the show w/out much fuss is the amount of fatphobic jokes that show up in it, like “obese baby clothes” iirc, and the terrible creature known as bloaty the pizza hog + the guy who dresses up as him. you dont even need to change the disgusting aesthetic of the fast food restaurants in the show or how slobbery/drooly/farty humans are you can just, get rid of the terrible caricatures of fat people and you dont loose anything 

3) a minor change I think would be cool would be to make it more clear that irkens dont conform to a human concept of gender or sexual identity. it’s basically been confirmed that irkens are, as a species at least, asexual bc they’re all created in test tubes, and so the concept that they don’t really have human genders isn’t too far of a stretch. 

 4) a bit more focus on the side characters sometimes would be cool! This has actually been happening in the invader zim comics which I really enjoy so this change is already happening to a certain extent 

5) the episodes Mortos Der Soulstealer and Vindicated are CANCELED