#tilted’s zim art

[zimish0scar]

I Don’t Know What To Label This

I thought since I’ve (kind of) figured out how to draw some of The Venture Bros characters in their original style recently that I’d try and use that to figure out a better way to draw Dib,, and it worked so here’s a collection of doodles I did in school today of me abusing that power. Quite a few of the doodles are a bit messy and wonky though, sorry about that.

[calamityjimao3]

Writing Advice 4- Let's Talk About It

So this is going to be a mix of technical and narrative. This is all based on stuff I have seen.  TECHNICAL SIDE. There are a few rules of dialogue that NEED to be followed. The first and foremost is each character gets their own paragraph. If you change speakers you change paragraphs. There is nothing more confusing than trying to figure out why there are two people speaking in the same paragraph and who said what. It’s a grammar rule and it is there for a very important reason. If you go ‘“But I went,” Tim said while Jason replied with, “no way in hell!”’, Change it! It is confusing and you lose impact. Second, quotation marks. You can’t indicate speaking simply by tossing in bold or italics. They have their own uses. That may work in other languages (I am not a polyglot, I don’t know other people’s grammar) but in English you need to frame it with something and unless you are trying to denote a way of speaking that is atypical to the story you use “ ”. You can get creative with other ways of speaking in the story, like using [for telepathy] or some such thing, but the primary language of your story needs to be quotations. Being fancy is distracting and the last thing you want to do is jar your audience away by messing with something that is very basic and deeply embedded. NARRATIVE SIDE

Dialogue is a huge opportunity for characterization and world building but it needs to be seized. It isn’t uncommon for people to be uncomfortable with dialogue and focus on what is being said but sometimes that results in: “I saw a dog today,” said Sarah. “I love dogs!” replied Dave. “I know, which is why I took a picture.” “That is the cutest dog ever!” “Right?” “We had one like that when I was a kid.” “What happened to it?” So, I know for me I would be confused as hell as to who was speaking by the end of that. I also haven’t learned much about either character beyond their names, they like dogs, and someone had one as a kid. Not a lot of info. Let’s add more.

Sarah held her phone in both hands, the glitter case matching her nails as she scrolled vigorously. “I saw a dog today,” said Sarah, sounding exceptionally pleased with herself, as though she’d finally found that Invader Zim poster she’d been searching for since forever.  Dave whipped around so fast her lopsided pigtails slapped her in the eyes, but it did little to deter her. “I love dogs!” replied Dave solemnly, as though Sarah was speaking about having a religious experience. She stared heavily, almost creepily. It was moments like these that explained why she didn’t have many friends. On top of the eccentric way she dressed, with upcycled jeans paired with a khaki poncho no matter the weather, she hadn’t quite mastered the art of social skills. 

Sarah liked that about her. “I know, which is why I took a picture,” she said with a sly smile, tilting her phone over so Dave could see it.

Dave squealed, one foot lifting up to stomp as she tried to contain her excitement. “That is the cutest dog ever!” she gasped, trying to pull Sarah’s phone out of her hand for a better look. 

“Right?” Sarah said, allowing her phone to be taken. 

Dave held the phone right up to her nose, dabbing it with foundation. “We had one like that when I was a kid,” she said wistfully, pulling the phone back so she could brush her finger over the screen as though it would allow her to pull her hands through the dog’s fur.

Sarah tilted her head. “What happened to it?”she asked softly. Dave’s demeanour didn’t really lend itself for Sarah pointing out that they were still basically kids. 

So, Now we know that they are both girls, Dave’s eccentric, colorful, and energetic. Dave is also bad at people and at least physical boundaries. Sarah likes sparkles and is into retro shit because she wouldn’t have had a good enough phone for it to be set when Zim was popular. Sarah is also fairly socially aware and is attuned to Dave’s social cues and is fairly permissive in their friendship. She let Dave get makeup over her phone without caring. Even this far along something bad has probably happened to Dave’s dog, setting a tone for either a moment of grief or acceptance.

We took a few lines and turned them into a huge opportunity to really further the story, plus we added clarity as to who was speaking and a better flow. Very rarely should you skimp on details for speakers and even then make sure you are doing it with *intent*, not because you don’t know what to put. Reasons why you might skip adding a lot of detail to dialogue is to make readers fill in information themselves or change pacing. If you are worried on how to do what we did here, fill in the details after but just remember to do it. Really get into what people need to know about who the speakers are. 

The other thing is dialogue signifiers. Some people say don’t use said. They can shut up. Said is a very nice neutral way to indicate speaking. Where they do have a point is you don’t want to rely upon it to hold up ALL your dialogue. People don’t just say everything. Sometimes they yell it or scream it. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes how people say things isn’t involved at all and the audience can use their imagination with context clues. But this runs into another issue. Make sure the way they speak is a way of speaking that is physically possible. 

Like, “they shouldn’t be here,” Dave gasped.  

You can’t gasp and speak at the same time. I dare you to try it. If you do find a way to speak while inhaling you will sound EXTREMELY WEIRD (i can actually do that and it makes me sound like a kazoo). 

So it is more accurate to go “they should be here.” Dave gasped.  Notice we got ourselves a little period. So we get the speech and the action. And as you can see here we aren’t qualifying it at all. We know Dave said the thing and narratively in this instance it makes sense to just cut said out.

This is one of those things you need to learn to inuit by practice and through feedback. If someone says you are saying said too much, it’s fine to change it to something more tonal or cut the phrase out entirely. If it is being said too little and you can’t really tell what's going on, go and sprinkle some in. 

TL:DR, dialogue is hard but I believe in you. 

[screechingobservationnacho]

Invader Zim yandere for bubbles AU

The fluorescent lights of Pokey Oaks Elementary cafeteria hummed, a stark contrast to the saccharine pink and red decorations plastered haphazardly for Valentine's Day. Zim, disguised as a painfully average human boy, " just Zim," nervously picked at his mystery meat. He was here solely to observe human mating rituals, an assignment both repulsive and strangely compelling. His mission, of course, was to understand the weakness of humans, not to engage in their silly emotional displays.

That is, until he heard the abrasive voice of Eric Cartman.

"Hey, look at 'Zimmy'!" Cartman bellowed, pointing a greasy finger. "He's probably gonna spend Valentine's Day all alone with his green dog of his, ha! Nobody likes that weirdo."

Zim’s antennae twitched beneath his poorly-fitting wig. He shrunk inward, the words like tiny, venomous darts. He couldn’t afford to be singled out. Exposure meant the end of his Earth mission, and the wrath of The Tallest. He had to divert attention, and fast. His eyes darted around the room, landing on her.

Bubbles. The blue-clad Powerpuff Girl, giggling with her sisters at a table nearby. She was...different. She wasn't like the other chaotic, messy humans. She was...bright.

A strange, unfamiliar feeling bubbled up in Zim’s chest cavity. Something that wasn't disgust. Something that felt almost...pleasant? He awkwardly stumbled over to their table, forcing a nervous smile.

“Uh, hello,” he croaked, his voice betraying his usual confidence. "Um...Happy Valentine's Day?"

Bubbles, ever the kind soul, turned her large, innocent blue eyes on him. "Oh, hi! Happy Valentine's Day to you too!" Her smile was like sunshine, and Zim found himself momentarily frozen by it.

He spent the rest of the lunch period talking to Bubbles, discovering she was interested in animals, art, and helping others - all things that, oddly, Zim found...intriguing. He even managed to crack a genuine laugh when she showed him a drawing of a particularly goofy squirrel. This…this was not the behavior of an Irken conqueror. This was…troubling.

The bell rang, and as they parted ways, Zim felt a pang of something he couldn’t quite name. He told himself it was tactical. Building an alliance, extracting information. Yes, that’s what it was. But as the days passed, “tactical” turned into something deeper, something more consuming.

Zim began to focus solely on Bubbles. He watched her from the shadows, memorizing her schedule, the way she tilted her head when confused, the sound of her laughter. He started leaving her small gifts – a perfectly collected rock, a drawing of a very intimidating squirrel with laser eyes, a jar of particularly shiny beetles. He justified it as research, analyzing her reactions, but secretly, he was captivated. He found himself wanting to be the sole recipient of her smiles, her attention, her kind words. The thought of anyone else having her made his internal organs churn with something akin to rage.

One afternoon, he saw another human boy, a lanky, freckled kid named Tommy, approach Bubbles and offer her a valentine, a cheesy pink heart with glitter on it. Zim's internal censors went haywire. He felt a burning possessiveness flood him, a terrifying new emotion that made even his usual aggressive tendencies seem tame. He saw red. Tommy’s next move, a gentle ruffle of Bubbles’ hair, was the last straw.

That night, Tommy mysteriously disappeared. A "tragic accident" they called it. Zim paid it no mind. He had more important things to focus on.

His obsession grew with each passing day. He needed Bubbles. All to himself. The idea of sharing her, of anyone else's attention on her, was excruciating. He had to bring her to his base, where he could keep her safe, where he could have her all to himself.

One evening, as Bubbles was innocently flying home, Zim, using a modified PAK and a powerful net, ambushed her. He didn’t hurt her, of course, just gently, carefully scooped her up. Bubbles, surprised and a little scared, was too stunned to react.

He brought her to the deepest part of his base, a room he had meticulously cleaned and decorated with the gifts he'd given her, now displayed as if they were sacred relics. He gently placed her on a soft, plush chair, and looked at her with a strange intensity.

"Bubbles," he said, his voice slightly trembling, "You're safe here. You're finally safe. You're mine now. And forever. I will protect you from everything."

Bubbles, finally recovering from the shock, looked around the strange, dimly lit room, at the odd collection, and then at Zim’s face, a mixture of confusion and dawning terror in her eyes. She had no idea the dark obsession that had just taken root in the heart of a space invader, an obsession that would drastically alter her life.

Meanwhile, back in Townsville, Blossom and Buttercup, unaware of their sister's predicament, were busy solving a minor crime involving a stolen ice cream cone. They were blissfully ignorant of the terrifying new reality that Bubbles had unknowingly stumbled into, and the yandere Irken who held her captive.

[coffins-flowers]

Sum art tips coming thru (note that I’m myself self-taught and I myself lack some many skills, but this is helpful)

I don’t know how much you’ve already heard, I think your art is cute, definetly a lot of potential and talent shining through, so

I like the way you draw cartoon characters (Invader Zim dog looks amazing, also little Max in the last one aawwww) and faces seem to be your strenght, like in Stolas fanart. I see you have knowledge about basics unless you’re just pretty good with drawing from refference, which is not bad at all; I’ll even talk about it later, but you need to tell why a certain line is there.

Try more dynamic poses. It’s best to start with contraposto (one leg resting, pelvis and shoulder girdle tilted) and some less complicated stuff. Not so long ago I realized runway fashion models (especially men) have basic yet captivating poses, made me realize I’m not drawing too big head, I just draw too short spine heh.

Use different kind and sharpness of pencils (cries in lost pencil set. I’m mourning you my HB, B2, F pencils). It’ll make sketch more clear and easier for you to erase and add lines.

Line weight for the love of God. Coined to the one above; lineart (and sketch in general) is more readable if you apply different weight e.g. far away stuff are thin smudges, single lines, areas with more shadow on them are thicker, details draw with sharper pencil than outlines.

You know this fancy lines you draw when doing a head (if you use circle to create head. My personal favourite, box method doesn’t suit me)? Yeah, let me show you something real quick

Treat you’re base lines as a skeleton, they’re a 3D objects put on paper, you can rotate them in your mind, you can dislocate joints and open a stomach.

When you wrinkle clothes think what and where they are resting on. Pants will be more likely to wrinkle in a joint areas while jackets on elbows and abdomen. So you know where it goes ~refference and observation~. The saints of art, even cartoon one.

That’s it for now, hope I helped. This answer took me long, I genuinely wanted to give some tips considering whenever I ask about criticism I truly want someone to answer and pinpoint what I need to work on, so posts like this are very important for me

i needed somewhere to dump my max drawings so i decided on here!!! B]

(constructive criticism is welcome + wanted!!)

[reynaruina]

tfw you came into this world just to Suffer

[hazbincalifornia]

The results of your mpreg poll was disappointing and sadly not unexpected. I had a feeling the results would reflect how the fandom usually is about Stolas. All attention on him, obviously he's the only one who gets to be preg... it just sucks for Blitzo. Where's the love for Blitzpreg? Hell, where's the love for trans Blitzo? I guess there are more Blitzpreg fics because there's more of a story to tell? But it's strange that there's no art to be found, almost seems to be due to peer pressure?

Also tfw I draw my Stolitz fanchild OC and people immediately assume they came from an egg like the others, because obviously only Stolas could have given birth to them? No?? My fanchild is the result of Blitzpreg, thank you very much. I feel odd about my OC being rounded up with the other fankids under the banner "Stolas's many eggs" because mine didn't come from an egg. I guess I'm taken aback by the automatic assumption. Do I really need to make it clear that I like Blitzpreg?

(These came in one right after the other so I'm pretty sure they're connected, putting my response under the cut bc of some salting 🧂)

I haven't been included in any of those roundups, but I'm not being followed by most of those people, so it's not like it's a slight against me or anything. I can definitely see how that would be frustrating, though, (if anybody did it with Stella I'd be pretty damn annoyed considering her being Blitzo's is kind of the whole point of my fic) and having everyone automatically group it into just eggs from just Stolas, I assume mostly because of Dani is... frustrating, yeah. (I'm not particularly a fan of Dani and have had her muted for something like a year now. This last week has been a very mixed bag of 'I'm glad people are having fun, but ughhhh.') There are other options- even if it wasn't Stolas, both Blitzo and magic are options if it's their bio kid. Magic took a pretty decent second place, after all.

I've puzzled over 'why are there a bunch of fics but I never see it outside of said fics/ao3' a lot- from what I dug up from the older years of the IZ fandom (and this wasn't extensive, by any means- I'm sure plenty of it was lost on old sites) there was a similar divide with Zim/Dib preg content, with Zim getting more fics and Dib getting more art. I think in both HB and IZ, 'there's more of a story to the one that gets the fics' is probably at least part of it, but it was a lot more... idk, even with Zim. Like, I still saw Zim art, and one of the biggest fics had Dib instead, (thanks Zadr Orange, for being incredibly OOC but also helping make me Like This) it was just the balance was slightly tilted towards one of them each way. Here, the fics are roughly 2:1 for Blitzo (although that may change in the coming weeks) but the actual fankids/art tilt way more heavily to Stolas.

I genuinely like the headcanon of trans Blitzo, (and wonder a bit why intersex Fizz is a thing but not any of the other main characters?) and y'all know I like to think of imp sex as a lot looser than it is for humans (and for humans, it's already a whole spectrum!). Plus, having to stick with cloaca 'because he's a bird' when he's a humanoid demon, anything would make sense, and a cloaca isn't actually a pussy, my dude... it's not something that should have really been argued as hard as it was. Sure, transphobic shitheads can choke and I have zero problems with it as a general headcanon/idea, but I've seen people who were told they needed to change their art because they drew Stolas with a dick because they weren't on twitter during the two days the Discourse was raging, like that's not inappropriate in itself.

Anyway. That was kinda off topic. If you want to shoot me a dm or something I'm generally free to chat, I just usually don't want to ruin anybody's fun so I just try and boost up mine and Emmie's Blitzo stuff more, and getting to salt a little was kind of cathartic.

[clairethecutepup]

Weekly Update: 5/1/23 - 5/6/23

Entertainment/Art Progress:

Man, I really do believe my work speed doubled, at least, when it came to my new tablet. I dunno if it's the bigger touch screen or the ability to use my computer's mouse, but something seems to be making my work on it more progressive and easier.

Speaking of, I'm nearing the outlining (and possible end) of the "Chapter 1" image for Getting Your Goat. I mean, it'd feel too disorganized to not have that matter of "divider" between comic sections/chapters, ja? Plus, it makes it feel more like a real comic, when it's finally all together. However, I'm feeling the urge to sketch traditionally, rather than outline on the tablet and digitally. I dunno what it is, but I feel easily peeved off with sketching on the tablet... Yet, coloring and outlining? I feel right and happy as rain.

I'm also doing another "writing practice" to help further ease any tedium of drawing and fully original writing, so keep your eyes peeled for more "fanfiction," per se. Hey, just a little something to tide me over, while I excitedly await Peach Creek to finally make its official debut. I've kinda fallen out of using NovelAi for assistance, during "dry spells" and all that with writing... Eh, why pay for the privilege when you can come up with an idea of what to do next, for free, if you're willing to be patient? Also, be prepared for a majority of Ed Edd n' Eddy themed ones, in that regard; but allow me to warn you right now, the canon characters they'd focus mostly on are Sarah and Jimmy, and follow a 2nd person narration of you being an alternate version of Claire that joins them in either simple antics or learning self-improvement. Sure, it involves everyone else, too; but if not something you'd read for fun, I'd say read it to critique and tell me how to do better, so my original works can benefit from that improved sense of quality.

Personal Life:

Well, I've gotten back into Animal Crossing: New Horizons, and it's certainly a nice experience to relive. I recall abandoning it for a couple years, but I've decided on resuming that matter of escapism. I mean, it doesn't take up too much time, you can play at your own leisure... It's a nice little matter of relaxation, when you just want a small break from things and also don't want to get sucked into playing for longer than intended, having to "complete missions" and all that.

I've also gotten my mother into Invader Zim, and it's nice when your parent can share fondness for a beloved cartoon series. She really seemed to enjoy the Gir shirt I got her for Mother's Day: it uses Gir to convey different emotions, with them listed under each picture.

I'm hoping that dedicating each weekday to a certain muscle group, instead of working them all on both days of the weekend, will not only help me better build them up and tone them, but also allow for more time on weekends to further speed up creative work progress.

Misc.:

Since my tablet functions as a replacement monitor (I can only use my traditional monitor or tablet to display things), I've also taken to using it as a new "game device" with my Steam list. I feel like I do better in the likes of Pizza Tower and all that, with the closer screen and tilted angle. So, yeah, that's a pleasant, yet admittedly "unorthodox," use for a tablet screen!

[vampirepiggyhunterdefensesquad]

important

inspired by Brit’s LOVELY comic, I decided to write a little oneshot :)))) hope y’all enjoy!! @rllyaangrlly your art has been so delightful to see and you’re dragging me back into this ship, reminding me how much i love it. you’re the best!

It was downright embarrassing.

Gaz leaned against the doorframe, looking up at her 'kind-of’ boyfriend as he hung suspended in the air about fifteen feet above her head. The one day her brain decided she wanted some attention was the day Zim was, for some reason, loathe to give it to her freely.

And it's not like she could just ask.

"Do you have to be doing that right now?"

Zim didn't even bother to turn his head, too focused on the task at hand. He continued welding.

"For your information, Little Gaz, I HAVE to take care of this right away. The wear and tear done by your DISGUSTING environment means I have to maintain upkeep on even the inner pipes. I can't have your filthy earth water leaking into my base when it rains."

"Yeah, yeah. It's not supposed to rain for like, two weeks." Gaz folded her arms and tapped her foot on the ground. "Can't it wait."

"Ha!" Zim barked. Thankfully (thankfully??) his voice was loud enough to carry. "I wouldn't expect a HUMAN to understand the necessity of work before self-indulgence."

Gaz snorted. He probably didn't hear her.

"I'd rather spend my afternoon doing something important than just sit around, potentially dooming my OWN future self to be dripped upon!!!" Zim shuddered, as if to drive home his point.

Gaz snorted again, louder. He still didn't reply.

"What if there is something important you have to do?" she suggested bluntly.

Zim heaved a huge sigh of the long-suffering and lowered himself with his Pak legs, spinning around so he could face her.

"I seriously doubt anything you want to do is more IMPORTANT than fixing my leaky pipes, worm-child."

Gaz glared in response to the insulting nickname. He really was pushing his luck today.

"Come closer and maybe I'll tell you," she shot back.

Zim leaned forwards, pulling the goggles up onto his forehead as he did so. "Well?" he demanded. "I'm closer now. Relay your information, so I can return to my WORK."

Gaz blinked. He'd come in plenty closer than she'd originally intended, but that wasn't too much of a problem. He was now well within punching distance, after all.

"How often do I come down here?" she asked, quirking her eyebrow meaningfully.

"Not often."

"How often do I tell you there's something important you should do?"

"Even less often." Zim began to look a bit sheepish.

That expression was easier to work with. Gaz reached over and took hold of his jaw, firmly tugging it towards her. At this, Zim's face went slack, and his eyes were immediately trained on hers.

Before she could overthink what she was about to do, Gaz tilted her head and quickly pressed her lips against his. She barely gave him a moment to realize what happened before she released him and stepped backwards.

"Come upstairs already." she barked, her stony expression cracking almost immediately upon seeing the state of Zim's face. He had flushed considerably, and his irritated look had been replaced by one of utter bliss.

Now blushing a bit herself, Gaz stepped back again, fingers going up to her arms to rub her skin self-consciously. A split second later, Zim's Pak legs gave way and he fell to the ground in a heap at her feet.

Gaz couldn't help but crack up at that, all nervousness gone. She turned on her heel, satisfied, and began heading to the elevator again.

A moment later, a second pair of footsteps trailed after her.

"What is it that Little-Gaz requires the assistance of ZIM!!!! for??"

"I thought you were busy with the pipes," Gaz said, forcing her face back into a neutral expression.

Falling into step next to her, Zim waves one arm dismissively while peeling away the goggles and tossing them to the floor behind him. "PIPES??? RIDICULOUS! As if MY valuable time could be taken up doing SLAVE labor. I AM an invader, you know. Eh, I'll just make GIR do it."

"And what will you do instead?" she asked, as the elevator began heading towards the surface level.

Zim smirked.

"Something more important, of course."

[electrozeistyking]

MOON ETERNAL

Dib tried his best not to laugh at the look on his alternate's face, but it was so hard not to when the awestruck expression was painfully obvious. "What, you've never seen the night sky before?" Dib joked, his amusement spilling into his voice. "No, it's just..." Zib's voice was uncharacteristically quiet, as though he was afraid he would disrupt something if he spoke too loudly. "It's been so long... I... I guess I forgot what nighttime was like." He tilted his head up to the moon, deeply sighing. "I didn't realize how much I missed this." On Dib's end, he didn't exactly get what there was to miss. It was a cloudless night, sure, and the full moon casted a pale light that made the grass look almost silvery in a way. The night life was active all around them, which he knew Zib would occasionally stop to listen to. Even if he didn't know or understand what Zib missed about nighttime, Dib found himself taking mental notes about how his other was responding to it all. Out of nowhere, it was almost like Zib was an entirely different person; he was weirdly calm and relaxed, softspoken. It was only weird because he hadn't realize Zib could reach that point — he'd always seemed like a feral and almost always busy kind of person who had never heard of "toning it down". But if Dib hadn't known any better, he'd say Zib had always been like this. Zib looked surprisingly at peace. Content. "...mean, when you destroy a reality, you can't exactly expect a day-night cycle," Zib was saying. "No sun for that, y'know? All you get is just... purple sky. All the time. It really screwed with my sleep cycle for the first couple of months. But then again, it was an already terrible sleep cycle, so I guess all it did was make it worse." He suddenly laughed. "Oh! I just remembered... it, heh, it won't make any sense without context, but you remember that Zim suit I had? 'Course you do, it's not exactly that hard to forget. Being cooped up in that thing almost all the time meant no one would notice if you fell asleep! I do mean that. I can't even begin to count how many times I passed out in there! "Long story short, you should have seen!" He broke into a fit of laughter. "The look! On Number 2's face! When he realized I was...! I was asleep!" He wrapped his arms around his stomach, laughing so hard that he even may have cried a little. When he eventually recovered, he sighed, his eyelids drooping. "Ohhh... man. 'Course, then you and your Zim came along and ruined everything, but! You can't always get what you want, life isn't fair, other inspirational quotes." Dib couldn't tell if Zib was (still) mad about that or not. If he was, he was doing a surprisingly good job of hiding it. They stayed out there on the hills for a while, Dib deciding it was his turn to run his mouth off. Dib proposed his idea of partnering up to solve paranomral mysteries and such together. At first, Zib made little "Mhmm!" noises of agreement, which steadily became more far and few between, becoming more and more subdued. Eventually, they stopped all together. When Dib finally finished speaking, Zib didn't offer a response. Turning his head, he realized exactly why his alternate hadn't replied. In Dib's time of rambling, Zib had laid down on his stomach in the grass, resting his chin on his arms with his eyes closed. Dib would have thought he was just relaxing, if it weren't for the soft snoring emitting from him. "You didn't seriously just fall asleep," Dib said, stunned. He reached over to poke the other Dib in the side. "Zib. Ziiiib, this is not a good place to sleep. Ziiiib, wake up." Zib furrowed his brows and grumbled, rolling onto his side so his back was facing Dib. "You have to get up at some point, y'know," Dib told him. Amidst the incoherent mumbling, all Dib got was "no". "I'm not carrying you," Dib told him. "Carry me, peasant," Zib mumbled, but Dib couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "I just told you, I'm not—" Dib started, then cut himself off, standing up and brushing himself off. "You know what? Fine. You want to sleep here? Go ahead. I'm going home without you." Zib looked over his shoulder, a half-awake expression and a frown on his face. "You're a terrible person, you know that, right?" Dib tried his best not to laugh at the look on his alternate's face, but it was so hard not to when the awestruck expression was painfully obvious. "What, you've never seen the night sky before?" Dib joked, his amusement spilling into his voice. "No, it's just..." Zib's voice was uncharacteristically quiet, as though he was afraid he would disrupt something if he spoke too loudly. "It's been so long... I... I guess I forgot what nighttime was like." He tilted his head up to the moon, deeply sighing. "I didn't realize how much I missed this." On Dib's end, he didn't exactly get what there was to miss. It was a cloudless night, sure, and the full moon casted a pale light that made the grass look almost silvery in a way. The night life was active all around them, which he knew Zib would occasionally stop to listen to. Even if he didn't know or understand what Zib missed about nighttime, Dib found himself taking mental notes about how his other was responding to it all. Out of nowhere, it was almost like Zib was an entirely different person; he was weirdly calm and relaxed, softspoken. It was only weird because he hadn't realize Zib could reach that point — he'd always seemed like a feral and almost always busy kind of person who had never heard of "toning it down". But if Dib hadn't known any better, he'd say Zib had always been like this. Zib looked surprisingly at peace. Content. "...mean, when you destroy a reality, you can't exactly expect a day-night cycle," Zib was saying. "No sun for that, y'know? All you get is just... purple sky. All the time. It really screwed with my sleep cycle for the first couple of months. But then again, it was an already terrible sleep cycle, so I guess all it did was make it worse." He suddenly laughed. "Oh! I just remembered... it, heh, it won't make any sense without context, but you remember that Zim suit I had? 'Course you do, it's not exactly that hard to forget. Being cooped up in that thing almost all the time meant no one would notice if you fell asleep! I do mean that. I can't even begin to count how many times I passed out in there! "Long story short, you should have seen!" He broke into a fit of laughter. "The look! On Number 2's face! When he realized I was...! I was asleep!" He wrapped his arms around his stomach, laughing so hard that he even may have cried a little. When he eventually recovered, he sighed, his eyelids drooping. "Ohhh... man. 'Course, then you and your Zim came along and ruined everything, but! You can't always get what you want, life isn't fair, other inspirational quotes." Dib couldn't tell if Zib was (still) mad about that or not. If he was, he was doing a surprisingly good job of hiding it. They stayed out there on the hills for a while, Dib deciding it was his turn to run his mouth off. Dib proposed his idea of partnering up to solve paranomral mysteries and such together. At first, Zib made little "Mhmm!" noises of agreement, which steadily became more far and few between, becoming more and more subdued. Eventually, they stopped all together. When Dib finally finished speaking, Zib didn't offer a response. Turning his head, he realized exactly why his alternate hadn't replied. In Dib's time of rambling, Zib had laid down on his stomach in the grass, resting his chin on his arms with his eyes closed. Dib would have thought he was just relaxing, if it weren't for the soft snoring emitting from him. "You didn't seriously just fall asleep," Dib said, stunned. He reached over to poke the other Dib in the side. "Zib. Ziiiib, this is not a good place to sleep. Ziiiib, wake up." Zib furrowed his brows and grumbled, rolling onto his side so his back was facing Dib. "You have to get up at some point, y'know," Dib told him. Amidst the incoherent mumbling, all Dib got was "no". "I'm not carrying you," Dib told him. "Carry me, peasant," Zib mumbled, but Dib couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "I just told you, I'm not—" Dib started, then cut himself off, standing up and brushing himself off. "You know what? Fine. You want to sleep here? Go ahead. I'm going home without you." Zib looked over his shoulder, a half-awake expression and a frown on his face. "You're a terrible person, you know that, right?" Dib bowed with a flourish. "I try to be," he said with a wide, smug grin on his face, batting his eyelids. "You dingus," Zib cursed at him. "Help me up." After a minute where Dib didn't move to help him, he said, "No seriously, I can't find it in me to want to get up." -  -  -  -  - Dude, I often have to draw something traditionally then digitize it if I want to draw anything with even one character in it, but this time I didn't do that. So this is a feat on my end that I, for one, am super proud of. And it's LINELESS art, which I am normally TERRIBLE with. It's just... I fuckin' love this. So, uh, yeah! I was hit by a sudden bout of inspiration, and so this drawing (along with this story) exists now. While I'll never know why my best writing and art comes when the sun goes down, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved creating this!

[krizaland]

Zim having SO that a sculptor and they make him a small figurine of himself? Idk if this counts as request but eh

It absolutely does count as a request and its a super cute one at that! 

As someone who also loves making arts and crafts, I love imagining how my favorite characters would react to the things I make! Especially any plushies I made of them.

Now I’m not a sculptor yet so most of the stuff I know about sculpting I learned from watching one of my favorite craft Youtubers make Pokemon and dragons out of clay. 

So I hope you can forgive me if a few things are inaccurate.

Piles of colorful clay surrounded your work desk as you led Zim into your work room

Zim had always been curious about your sculptures so you decided to let him watch you make one!

“So where is your sculpture making device?” Zim asked as he looked around your work room.

“You’re looking at it!” You chuckled as you gestured to your hands.

“Eh?” Zim scratched his head for a moment before letting out a gasp, “Wait! You make sculptures by hand?!”

“Yup! Well my hands, some tools and an oven. C’mon! I’ll show you how it’s done!” 

And with that, you pulled up a chair for Zim to sit in and sat down in your work chair.

You pulled out a block of bright green clay and started working it between your hands.

“Fascinating....So you can just....make the clay do whatever you want...just with your hands?” Zim’s eyes widened as he watched your fingers massage the clay.

“Well sometimes the clay can be a bit stubborn but yeah that’s pretty much...how it works!” You heaved as you finally managed to warm up the thick block of clay.

“So, whatcha making this time?” Zim asked as you continued to work.

“It’s a surprise!” You winked as you kept working.

“Surprise? Ohh-kay then.” Zim hummed, his eyes still glued to the clay.

You pulled, pinched and stretched until the green clay had morphed into a very familiar head shape.

“Is that the surprise?” Zim chirped as he tilted his head to get a better look at it.

“Nope! I still have a long way to go!” You replied as you begun to warm up a dark magenta block of clay.

For once, Zim didn’t seem to mind waiting.

Zim found watching your hands dance across the tough clay quite relaxing.

Every squash, pinch and stretch was very satisfying to watch.

Minutes turned to hours as the green head now had a magenta body and light pink arms.

Zim let out an amused hum as he watched you pinch of two globs of white clay and rolling them into eyes.

Within a few minutes, the sculpture now had two purple eyes.

“Oh! I’ll be right back! I gotta use the bathroom.” 

And with that, you got up and made your way to the restroom.

Zim narrowed his eyes as he stared at the sculpture.

He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the sculpture was starting to look more and more familiar as you continued to bring it to life.

The longer he looked, he started to notice the sculpture look a little lopsided.

“I’m pretty sure Y/N wouldn’t mind if I helped them a little bit.” Zim hummed as he scooted closer to your desk.

However, the moment he tried to pick up the sculpture-

SLPORT!

The head popped off and smushed onto the table.

Zim let out a gasp as he frantically tried to put the head back on-

SQUISH!

SQUISH!

No luck. The sculpture only got more mangled.

“No!! Curse you infernal clay! Y/N will kill me for sure!” Zim wailed as he frantically tried to salvage what was left of the sculpture.

“Zim? Are you ok?”

Zim let out a loud scream at the sound of your voice.

“What’s going on-MY SCULPTURE!” You yelped as you noticed a few globs of clay leaking out of Zim’s fingers.

“Y-Y/N Zim can explain! It looked like it was falling over so I wanted to fix it and-”

“Ok, next time just let me take care of it ok? The sculpture was falling over because I didn’t finish it’s feet yet! Now I’ve gotta start all over!” You growled as you put your hands on your hips.

“Y/N I’m-”

“I know, you’re sorry. I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to wreck my project. Can you scoot over so I can start over please?” You sighed as you gestured for Zim to scoot over.

Zim nodded as he released the remains of the sculpture and scooted over.

Upon inspecting the damage, you discovered the only casualty was the sculpture’s head.

“Well the good news is there actually isn’t a whole lot of damage. I think I can fix this.” Your smile returned as you managed to dig out the smashed eyes.

Zim let out a sigh of relief but still felt a twinge of guilt in his squeedilyspooch.

Noticing how focused you were on cleaning up his mess, Zim felt like he had to do something to make it up to you.

In that moment, Zim had an idea.

He reached into his PAK and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen.

While you worked away on your sculpture, Zim begun to draw.

After what felt like hours, no one would even guessed that Zim had damaged your sculpture.

“Ah! Finally finished!” You announced as you dusted off your hands.

“Eh? You’re finished?! May I see?” Zim asked as he peeked out from behind his paper.

“Well not quite. Now I have to bake it.” You explained as you carefully moved your creation to a baking pan.

“Wait! Why are you putting it in the oven?!” Zim yelped.

“It dries out the clay so it doesn’t you know...get damaged.” You smirked as you put your creation into the oven and turned it on.

“Oh....That makes sense I guess...” Zim’s voice shrank.

“Hey, it’s ok. I would’ve baked the sculpture even if you didn’t touch it.” You reassured gently.

“Oh! Right I figured that!” Zim denied as he cleared his throat.

“What’s that you got there?” You asked as you gestured to the paper in his hands.

“Oh! Behold! An apology for damaging your project!” Zim announced as he handed you the paper.

“Zim you didn’t have to- Oh my god! This is so cute!” You gasped as you looked at the paper.

On the paper was a little drawing of a sad Zim holding up a sign that read:” Zim is so so so sorry!”

“I had a feeling you’d like it! Can you forgive me?” Zim asked as his confidence faltered a bit.

“Yes I forgive you, you goof.” You chuckled as you patted his head.

DING!

“Oh the sculpture is done!” 

Wasting no time, you slipped on some oven mitts and pulled out the sculpture.

“Ah! It’s perfect! It’s like nothing ever happened!” You announced as you set you sculpture aside to cool.

“Excellent! Now Can I see?” Zim’s voice quivered with glee as he sprung out of his chair.

“Not yet! It needs to cool for a few minutes. Then you can see it.” You explained as you went to wash the clay off of your hands.

Zim pouted for a second as he folded his arms.

A few minutes later, the sculpture was finally cooled.

“Alrighty! Zim, meet....Clay Zim!” You announced as you held up the sculpture.

“Eh?! That looks just like me!” Zim’s eyes lit up as he inspected the sculpture.

“Yup! What do you think?” You asked sweetly.

“Impressive! Most impressive! You’ve really captured Zim’s amazingness!” Zim gushed.

“I’m glad you like it because guess what? It’s all yours!” You sang as you gently handed Zim the sculpture.

Zim carefully took the sculpture in his hands and looked into it’s clay eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N....”Zim sniffled as he tired to hold back tears.

“You’re welcome! Maybe next time I can teach you to make your own sculpture!” You giggled.

“Zim would like that very very much...”

[zimish0scar]

IZ HOUSE OF HORRORS ANIMATION !!

This took 8 days guh ‼️

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>> IT FEEDS ON NOODLES !! <<

GUH I finally finished this

IbisPaint says this took 9 hours and 9 minutes

EXTRA STUFF UNDER THE CUT !!

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This guy again, I also have a teeny tiny Lard-Nar piece I made after it but I might just post that tomorrow IF I feel like it

Adding the time taken later

Here’s the unrendered or whatever version, non-shaded, blahblahblah

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MORE ZiM ART !! :DD

Info n stuff below!! xP

Time taken: Two hours and thirty two minutes [2:32] and however long the school doodle may have took

Day the digital version was made: September 18th.. The doodle was done the 17th.

Things used: not counting the school doodle, an apple pen, an IPad and ibisPaint X

The fork looks like dookie, I’m sorry😔🙏

I DUNNO WHAT ELSE TO PUT HERE RAAAAHH HAVE A NICE DAY

don’t let a fish monster drop a glitter covered nuke at your doorstep set to explode as soon as the door opens and taps it, not like that would happen anyhow but like.. always be ready, man.. I lost my other arm warmer cuz of that blasted fish monster. That damn thing ran off with my pencils and pens too

[zimish0scar]

I forgot to post these pages here a few days ago when I first finished coloring them, I decided I’d post them right now cuz I literally can’t get myself to fall asleep rn 💔 I think I was planning to color more or something butt funfortunately forgot to do so.

Off topic but, the first few lyrics to Mad Professor won’t stop playing in my head right now IT’S 1 AM I NEED TO GO TO BED

I just noticed that I spelt chicken wrong holy shit bro

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ANIMAL JAM PLAY WILD MASTERPIECE !! [SCREENSHOT REDRAW]

No idea how long this took but it took longer than an hour, that’s for sure. Progress below!!

Unfortunately the piece will not be able to be made into a physical animal jam drawing, AJHQ didn’t approve of the piece. I am unsure as to why :[

Here’s the original screenshot!!