#zim stalks their account

[zibstink]

On their bio they have "Zim DNI"

[anonymoosen]

hi! I'm bored and so I was wondering to drop this in your inbox!--

who r your favorite tumblr artists, both activated and deactivated? also good job on reaching 102 followers in like what- 5 months??? congrats!!! (I wish I was like u I've I've trying so hard and I only got like 20+ and its been a whole fucking year ANYWAY-)

AHHHDHEJD YOU RLLY DESERVE MORE FOLLOWERS, YKNOW!!

ANYWAY- I HAVE SOOOO MANY FAVOURITE ARTISTS ARE CUZ THEYRE ALL SO FRIGGIN AMAZINGGG AHHHHH- IM JUST GONNA LIST DOWN LIKE 10 OR SOMETHING- (not ranked by order, I’m just listing them down hehe-)

@circusfreakk @rainybow8231 @laazytoaster @bonniecupcake @theautumnalcat @mushy-madness @merchuu @aceisew @ditzdove @porcelainfreak-zacrucian @strawowoberry @spaceboibrainrot @ghoul-ish-art @vinililacart @ematooney @reynaruina @nohemi650

THERE ARE LITERALLY SO MANY MORE BUT THE LIST WLD GO ON FOR ALMOST FOREVER IF I LIST ALLL OF THEM

AND SOME OF THEM ARENT MY MUTUALS AND IM SCARED OF RANDOMLY TAGGING THEM BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT MORE PPL TO KNOW ABOUT THEIR BLOGS SO IM GONNA LIST SOME NAMES-

@inimoose @moringmark @shandzii @bamsara @cosmicriff @l-ii-zz @emositecc @pichichustudios

THEIR BLOGS ARE THE ONES IVE BEEN STALKING (OTHER THAN MUSHY, REYNARUINA, BONNIE AND STRAWOWOBERRYS BLOGS) WAYYYY BEFORE I EVEN HAD AN ACCOUNT AND I LOVE THEIR ART SO FRIGGIN MUCH EVEN IF ITS NOT ART ABOUT THE FANDOMS IM IN

(THEY DONT KNOW MY EXISTENCE AND IM TOO SHY TO TALK TO THEM SINCE MOST ARE IN DIFF FANDOMS NOW AHHH)

AND LASTLY THIS VERY VERYYYY SPECIAL PERSON WHOS MY BESTEST FRIEND EVER IS DEFINITELY ONE OF THE MOST TALENTED ARTISTS IN THE MULTIVERSE AND I ADORE HER SO FRIGGIN MUCH THAT I MADE HER BDAY GIFT ART FOR ME MY PHONE WALLPAPER:

@peachiedookie-deactivated202402

SHE DEACTIVATED HER ACCOUNT BUT HER ART CAN STILL BE SEEN IF U SEARCH FOR THE TAG #PEACHIEDOOKIE ON MY BLOG

ANYWAYYY- I THINK I MISSED SOME EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NAMES WAAAHHHHHHJDJEJDEJ

(IMPORTANT MENTIONS: @ijustlikeiz @electronicribbonfashion @zims-left-antenna FOR BEING AMAZIM MUTUALSSS!! I ADORE THEM AND THEYRE MY ZIMPAIS TOO)

AGAIN THANK YOU TO THE 102 FOLLOWERS I HAVE (WHO ARENT BOTS LOL) FOR FOLLOWING ME!! AND THANK YOU TO THE ZIMPAIS IVE LISTED DOWN FOR INSPIRING ME SO FRIGGIN MUCH!!

[just-antithings]

If you want to know how vicious antis can be, let me tell you the story of a queer disabled trauma survivor who had their childhood dream of becoming a professional animator in the industry destroyed by antis

Their name is Ang Vondra (handsomehugs). Many of you probably heard the accusations that they’re a pedophile, probably because they were and still are targeted by blatant misinformation both online (mainly twitter, an artists beware post on Facebook and kiwi farms) AND in real life. I’ll try to summarize it as best as I can but it’s a long story

The reason Ang is called out is because they drew taboo art (invader Zim porn) on a different adults only platform under an Alias. They have always tried to keep their account on tumblr/twitter separate from the adult platform one but it was found and the images shared between their then boss Kyle Karozza (mighty magiswords) and their coworkers.

On top of that they made friends with people who have a very negative fixation on them and who are antis. The names are jeraspat, jay goldstein (truebuggy) and holly meadow disch. These people have stalked them and doxxed them for 2+ years because they made Ang a scapegoat of drama they have absolutely nothing to do with.

Because they wanted to move on from a toxic friend group, they made new accounts and started shipping two characters from the previously mentioned cartoon until their old friend group (mainly jera) recognized the art style and began calling them out for “manipulating everyone” both online and offline

At first Ang tried to ignore this but because the people I mentioned actually have some influence in the animation industry, their spread of misinformation was actually successful. They were isolated both online and offline, had multiple kiwi farms stalkers, moved across states just to get away from their stalkers, are in a huge financial debt and even though they cut all ties to the animation industry and people in it, they still hound Ang TO THIS DAY

I’ve watched drama unfold because Ang made a post and it reached a person who hasn’t blocked them. The post WASNT even about them but they still went and made false accusations about Ang harassing them. They are actually GLAD even that Ang was black listed from the industry because scummy people decided to spread misinformation

All over fictional nsfw. Stuff the animation industry is actually known for. But they saw Ang as an easy victim because unlike them Ang had no power and is a queer trauma survivor

So if this reaches anyone, I’d love if this could be spread for awareness. ANTIS DESTROY LIFE CAREERS. AND they get away with it without repercussion!

I Hope tumblr doesn’t eat this but here’s the full google doc that explains their situation

document/d/1XdfUJyVYhmaahTfbxLNU0W0yVz80hmptNrCQv7KSL6o/edit#heading=h.99egf9yzeyma

And here’s a link to their gofundme

/f/help-me-rebuild-my-life-after-careerending-abuse

I can’t get the links to work

[zimssecretspy]

𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Hello hello! I have finally made an account rather than stalking the tumbler pages anonymously.

This account is meant to be for memes, headcannons, one shots, art, and whatever else i think to post.

Firstly- The fandoms i'll write for:

House M.D, Invader Zim, 2012 TMNT, Welcome Home, SCP, FNAF, Nightmare On Elm Street, Halloween, Friday The 13th, Child's Play, SAW, Hellraiser, Jeff The Killer (Only creepypasta i know the backstory of completely, i will read more)

Rules for headcannons/oneshots:

I can write headcannons for individual characters, character ships (however some ships i will not do of course), and y/n x characters (whether its relationship, adoptive family, platonic friends, whatever)

I don't do NSFW at all, for any fandom. Depending on the character, NSFW jokes may be made, but i will not write actual smut. I do write a lot of angst however, and will post trigger warnings. I also know nothing of most AUs, except for the highschool AU for Invader Zim.

Some angst scenarios i may not be able to write as i don't want to get anything inaccurate, but i will absolutely try to read up on anything i need to to better understand things.

Post Frequency: I have zero idea at the moment. This probably will be updated soon though.

Sending requests: You can either DM me, Comment on a post, or send a submission! Any works.

That should be it for now- I will get started on writing soon enough. I hope you have a wondrously gloomy day.

[izukusspirit]

IN RESPONSE OF WAKING UP IM INSTANTLY LIKE----DIBS FATHER ON FUCKING SHOOK CRACK LIKE ???? SON WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN LESS THEN 30 SECONDS TODAY??-

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM DID I ACCIDENTLY MAKE HIM A HUMAN ALIEN TO MESS WITH HIM MENTALY ABOUT EGG TOAST

NOOOOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I GAVE HIM BLACK ADO CHAN MLG GLASSES BECAUSE I WENT TO 2014 BECAUSE OF A FUCKING OLIVE IN A JAR BEING SENT TO BE AS A GRAPE THINKING I GOT RAPED FUCK DEAD SERIIOUS ABOUT O.B.S BEING THE TWINSISTER GHOSTS HERE

AM I BACK IN 8TH GRADE AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK?? WHERES THE SHCOOL THEN IM LIKE AT HOME LIKE AREN’T I SUPPOSED TO CATCH THE BUSS FOR SCHOOL WHERE IS MY FUCKING MOTHER’S JEEP FUCK MY ANTI-VILLAN SUPERVILLAN ASS TRIED TO BOOK A HOTEL TRIVAGO WIGOUT TICKET TO TEHRAN BECAUSE OF MY AMERICAN DOUBLESPERM COUNTERPART HOO MY GOD HE’S TALKING ABOUT OBS BECAUSE HE THOUGHT GHOSTMONUMENT TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF BECAUSE OF HIM CHANGING HIS BACKGROUND TO A MELTING CANDEL BUT JUST IN GENNERAL CHANGING HIS LAPTOP BACKGROUND ON THE FUCKING PHONE.LENOVO.AND HP EVNY :(. LINGO-JAM SMALL TEXT CRYING HHH GHOSTMONUMENT IS A SWEETHEART I PAINTED THEM SO BAD RECENTLY ;;;;;

https://obsproject.com/ https://www.deviantart.com/ghostmonument ngl they have core and honestly i’ve always loved the way they draw!!! i love their cat dragon character with those long evildregon horns but she/he fucking hates me i stalk because i find intrest in telling you i fucking looove you but you HAATE ME SO YOU’RE LIKE KIMIKO RAIUMONDO TO MEEE LIKE THE MONKEY EYE GLAREE FUCKK :(-

LIGHT IN DARKNESS FAIRY ANIMALJAM GROUND PENSIVE EMOJI IN RESPONSE TO ME SENDING THE LETTER H OR A KAT TELLING ME TO BASICALLY FUCK OFF WITH A SHEMJI KAT OF ERIC BUT ZIM IN THE SUMMER SERVER THAT I COULD ACCIDENTALLY SEE BECAUSE I SIMPLY GHOST LOOKED AT THE LINK IN DEATH LIKE HOOO MY GOD I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE A FUCKING SERVER DM LINK NOO THE FUCKING DSI ITSELF COULD SHADOWBOX ME INTO INFORMATION AND I CANT EVEN GO HOOOME ORIGINAL SOURCE OF GHOSTMONUMENT AND KATS UPSET :(

AND THE FINAL DEATH BLOW WAS THAT I KILLED LOKI ON PONY.TOWN IN A TRUTH OR DARE WITH FAYE THAT I COULDN’T GET OUT OF BECAUSE I HAD SO MUCH FUN THAT I FELT BAD AFTER!!! MERRY BAD END HAHAHAHA!

ORI AND THE BLIND FOREST CROSSWORD PUZZLE WOLF NUZZLE BOTTLE FROM TARGET PINKBLUE

THE PEPPERMENT CATTOFRICC WITH LOKIS ENDGAME DEATH WRITTEN ALL OVER IT LIKE FUCK GO BACK GIVE HIM MY LITTLE PONY VIBES IN HIS NEW SHOW SO HIS DANIKA CROWLEY ACTOR DOESN’T FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT THE FACT THAT I GAVE HIM LONG SPIDERMAN HAIR TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE A SEX SYMBOL BUT A WORLD DESTROYER AT THE SAME TIME-AND I’M LIKE CRYING IN MY FUCKING HEAD LIKE I FUCKING HEAR LOKI SAY “FATHER WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME” IN RESPONSE TO THE LONELY OK? KEEP PLAYING FROM ANIMALJAM BECAUSE I NAMED AN ACCOUNT FOR MY MOTHER BISQUITLOBSTER AND HE THOUGHT THAT THE QUIT WAS KILL YOURSELF SO HE DID THE USEEWA AS THE ACTUAL ACTOR IRL AND THATS WHY IDRIS ELBA HAD TO KILL HIM ON-SET BECAUSE HE ALREADY DIED HE SCREAMED HE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO ACTUALLY CHOKE HIM OUT LIKE MY NEW MOVIE JEWLS HOO MY GOODD

LOOK AT HOW MUCH FUN HE’S HAVING WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HIM?? HE TRIED TO TYPE THROUGH ME LIKE “DON’T DO THAT TO ME??” AND I’M LIKE WYDM “DUDE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON THIS IS PHILLIP LESSEN MADE TO LOOK LIKE MYSTERIO STOOPP” AND I’M LIKE DOES LOKI CANNONLY HAVE A FACE OR IS IT THE FUCKING DISNEY CHANNEL DISNEY XP ULTIMATE SPIDERMAN ONE I CONSTANTLY SEE AS LINEART INSTEAD OF ANYTHING ELSE” YES IT FUCKING IS LAMENTS PHILLIP BUT NOT UPSET “AND IM LIKE FUCK I SWITCHED TO THE FUCKING QUOTE INSTEAD NOOOOOOO LOKI PRINCE OF DARKNESS PHILLIPP JACKSPICER PRINCE OF DARKNESS SHAOLIN SHOWDOWN”

[great-irken-invader]

Invader Zim: JPopIdolAU Chap3

Chapter 3: Research 

Dib had missed the bus. He pulled his trenchcoat over his head and ran all the way home. He burst through the door only to be greeted by an indifferent Gaz.“ Did you save the world?”

“Shut it Gaz” he slammed the door closed and stomped towards his room. After changing into dry clothes his stomach growled. He walked downstairs to rummage through the kitchen fridge. “ZIM WILL CONQUER YOU!” Dib jolts his head up and bumps his head on the ceiling of the fridge. “ZIM!” He follows the voice to the living room. 

“GAZ!?” Feeling betrayed as he glares at his sister is lazily watching a show starring Zim in the living room. Zim places an Star-Armada flag down as an explosion takes place in the background. “Ugh. I'm trying to enjoy the show Dib.” After sushes Dib she continues to enjoy the show depicting Zim and his group of alien invaders being given an order to head to earth to conquer it. Dib plops down next to Gaz to watch the show. “ I can't believe he has a tv show that basically tells us how he is an ALIEN! And is going to conquer the Earth!”He frustratingly gestures to the t.v. 

Gaz facepalms “ Dib…Zim is not an alien, it's just a gimmick, a persona to sell tickets and merchandise.” You can hear her patience running thin, if Dib keeps being annoying she's gonna pumble him into the ground.”Di-b” she stretches out his name “The internet exists to answer any stupid question you can come up with” he eye twitches “so…if you want to know about Zim, just freaking Whaggle it.” 

Knowing his sister will probably beat him if he continues just gestures that he is gonna leave and slowly backs away from Gaz, sprinting up to his room once he reaches a safe distance. He quickly opens his laptop and researches Zim. Dib clicked the first article he could find.The gates of a new world opened for him. He became the personification of a crazy ex-girlfriend who stalked your every social media account. He learned things that even the most hard-core Zim fans might not know. Having access to the Swollen Eyeballs extensive information network may have helped in gathering the more obscure facts concerning Zim. 

It wasn't until the rays of light that trickled into Dib’s room burned his eyes, he realized he spent all night researching Zim. “SHIT!” he scrambles to get ready for school, the bus doors were about to close but he managed to squeeze onto it. 

He sways down to the end of the bus, a corner that no one wants because for some reason the seat is always soggy. Thankfully his leather trench coat can keep him dry and make sitting there bearable. He leans his head on the window and sticks his earbud in, listening to Zim’s songs. “He may be an evil alien but his music is pretty good.” His eyes feel heavy as the bus sways him to sleep. 

“OUCH!” Dib was knocked awake by an annoyed looking Gaz. “You look like shit.” 

He rubs his eyes with a single hand “Gez..thanks Gaz” he rubs his shoulder and makes his way off the bus with Gaz, taking the opportunity to share his discoveries. 

“Ok. So I know Zim has to be mind controlling people.” Handing Gaz his phone so she can look at his research notes “The way he mind controls varies but it's always there. He is always hinting at it in his music videos, Clippy Videos, and his mini-web series.  Case and point,  episode 8 of season 2 we know he can permanently mind control a few people using his alien powers but can't really use it on a wide scale for a reason that hasn't been explained“ Dibs hovers over Gaz's shoulder, she shoves Dib back while handing his phone to him. 

“Zim is always using something to mind control people.  But they always fail at the end. But as we know from his interview with Nyna-Nyan, he is close to perfecting his mind control device.” 

“Wow Dib, it only took you a night to become a total Zimmie” she rolls his eyes as they enter the school. “I'm not a Zimmie!” his face turns a deep red “I see you’re just a stalker” making her way to her locker with Dib tailing her. “It's research…to figure out Zim’s evil plans.” Gaz opens her locker and rolls her eyes “Whatever you say Dib.” 

Dib didn't want to argue anymore with his sister. He slumps  You'll see. Everyone will see!” heads to his locker. 

Dib was gathering his books for his class when he overheard some students talking about Keef’s party. Keef is having a birthday party for his hamster? Keef is weird but he usually isn’t this weird. Dib looks at the clocks hanging on the walls.

There’s still time. He slams his locker closed and runs through the hallways looking for Keef. As he ran pass a hallway he caught a glimpse of Keef from the corner of his eye. He quickly double back and slowed his pace. 

 “So you invited the other lesser dirt-monkeys to your party?” Dib ducked behind a locker when he heard Zim’s voice

“Yes.”Keef nods his head enthusiastically. His eyes dilated, like being in the mere presence in Zim is giving him a high. 

“Even the Dib-Stink?”Keef begins to fidgets. “Um..no..I don’t think Dib would like to come.”

“Then give him a reason to come. He needs to be there!” Zim grabbed Keef by the collar. “Zim needs the Dib to be there…”Zim threw Keef away. He started to walk towards Dib’s hiding spot. Dib began to panic. He tried to enter the locker but it was locked, so he scanned the area. 

In a single ray of light there stood his only hope. It was a garbage can big enough to hide a human body. Dib opened the lid and was assaulted by the nausting smell of old milk and tuna sandwiches. He pinched his nose and dived in. He sunk deep into the trash as he heard the clicking of Zim’s boots. 

✨👾✨

“Eww….no wonder Zim calls him Dib-Stink…”Zita pinched her nose as Dib walked by. 

With his back hunched over, Dib furiously made his way towards the cafeteria. Sure he had to deal with his classmates making snide comments about his unpleasant odor but on the bright side he learned this whole birthday party was part of Zim’s nefarious plan to take over the Earth. And now that he knows that he can make preparations and be ready for whatever Zim has planned. 

“Hey Dib…” Keef placed his lunch tray down. Dib just continued to play with his mashed potatoes. “Keef.” 

“So…I’m having a birthday party for Mr. Whiskers. And you're invited!” he shoves an invite into Dibs face. “Thanks..but I’m not sure if I can make it. I’m gonna be hunting bigfoot and stuff.” 

Dib thinking to himself that he gotta play it cool, can't let Keef know I know what he is planning. 

“Aw…come on Dib. You can do that stuff whenever. Pulse there's gonna be cake and…umm my uncles going to be there too.” He slides the invite towards Dib. Watching. 

“Your uncle?” He takes a sip of his milk. 

Yeah the one that was on mystic mysteries…and stuff…um apparently he fought the goo-pire, the goo monster and vampire hybrid.” Dibs spits his milk out. “Your uncle is the Geef Girky Goo-Pire Slayer?!” Keef wipes his face. “Yeah…he slays anything goo related.” Dib grabs the invite “I’ll be there.” Dibs eyes sparkle in excitement. “Kool… I’ll see you there then…I’ve got to go and change…you got milk everywhere.” he looks down at his milk stained shirt. “Ahh…my bad…”Dib gives Keef an apologetic look.  

Dib rushes home as soon as school lets out. He makes sure to prepare for Keef’s party. Packing all the essentials. 

 Alien knock-out handcuffs. Check. X-Ray goggles. Check. Laser pen. Check. And of course one of the most important…Hamster Snacks. Check. This whole birthday party might just be part of an evil plot but it's still rude to go to a birthday party without a present.  Dibs slings his bag full of gear over his back and starts to make his way outside. 

“Where are you going Dib?” Dib looks over smugly at his sister and slips the invite out of his pocket and waves it around like a victory flag. “Keef’s party. I got invited.” Gaz facepalm at her brother's stupidity. “Ugghh..well if you bothered to read the invite. The party isn't until this Saturday Dib.” Dib stares blankly at Gaz, not really knowing how to respond “Oh….”

✨👾✨

In a very nice neighborhood, in a very nice house, j-pop music is being blasted. 5 boys can be seen practicing a dance routine. They maneuver around each swiftly, like fighter jets in an air show. Full of twists and spins that would put the audience on the edge of their seats. Kenny claps as they strike their finishing poses.

“Great work boys!” He roses Zim a cold bottle of juice. “Zim” He opens his arms wide “How do you like school!?” He slings an arm around his shoulder and whispers towards Zim”Is anyone giving any trouble…do I need to step in and…” he drags his thumb across his neck. Zim shoves his hands into Kenny’s face “No need. Zim will use this Dib-thing to test his newest invention”

An energetic and blonde boy jumps at Zim “ZIMMIE!” For a moment Zim is shocked but manages to catch the boy “Shou! Stop these antics!” Shou pouts and whine “but it's…fun…and you always catch” He tilts his head up and gives Zim puppy-eyes “Zim is so…great..and I just love..”he makes a heart with his hands “Zim so….much..” Shou is then pulled off of Zim but a very tall boy with a undercut. 

Shou hisses “You're no fun Kazu..you just want Zim all to yourself!” Like a kitten being held by the scruff of his neck, Shou struggles to free himself before giving up. 

The shy looking boy pushes his square glasses up “You sure you have it handled Zim?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Zim has it all handled.” Zim throws his hands up and leaves the room and heads to his room. He jumps into his chair as it spins towards his computer. “Computer…Any news for Zim?”

“Hmmm…Gir ate a baby today.” Zim causally waves the computer off “Meh..What else..” the computer loads a chat log for an anonymous blogging site 

“An Agent-Mothman contacted your sock account Zim-!s-AN-Alien. They are seeking advice in order to expose you. “ 

Zim scowls “The only person that should be wanting to expose Zim..! is the hoo-man Dib-Stink…..ehh…” he taps his chin in thought “but to be sure…computer…find out the real identity of this Agent-Mothman…” The computer's screen blacks out as bright pink code scrolls on the screen. 

“Hacking…searching…more hacking..and…”

 DING

A unflattering picture of Dib pops on the computer

“Agent Mothman is Dib Membrane”

Zim slams his fist into his desk “ I Knew it…computer! Reply to Agent-Mothman that I am happy to share any information and help expose the great and mighty..Zim!”

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Sure. I hate Zim and want to expose him for the evil and mighty alien he is. 

Agent-Mothman: I can’t believe people can't see him as what he truly is! I thought there would be more of us online but it looks like Zim or someone got to them

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: So..what can I do to help?

Agent-Mothman: Do you know how Zim mind controls people? From my research he is able to take over people's mind but I'm not too sure how he does…I have some theories but…I can't figure it out  ಠ~ಠ

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: I have some theories too but nothing concrete. Let me hear ur theories it might help me out figure out the most credible one

Agent-Mothman: Alright but some of them might be a bit weird

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Anything to do with alien mind control is a bit weird 

Agent-Mothman: True. Alright Theory 1. He is able to mind control people with just mind. Like he looks you in the eyes and ou fall under his spell..but if this was true Im not sure why he hasn't used it on everyone he's meet…there could be a limit to the number of people etc..

“I feel sorry for the Dib stink. He doesn't realize the true might of ZIM! …I'll give the Dib a hint…” Zim egotistically smirks 

The computer attempts to talk to Zim “Are u sure about that he might figure it out”

“SILENCE! Zim finds the Dib entertaining and wants him to entertain me some more…”

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Plausible but not likely. If it were true then his limit has to be very large cause he already has at least a 1000s people under his control that i know of 

Agent-Mothman: Really That many already!? (◯Δ◯∥)

Agent-Mothman: I mean sure he has a lot fans but aren't they just fans…sessh..alright theory 2

Agent-Mothman: He places secret hypnotic messages in his songs

Zim looks over at the computer.  Computer:  ( ￣^￣ )

Zim nervously and tugs on the collar of his shirt and quickly types. 

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: NOt plausible!

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: If it were true then why has the earth not been conquered !

Agent-Mothman: Alright my last theory. It might be a bit weird but it might also be the most likely. 

Dib feels what rush to his face as he types and retypes his message. Trying to word the message so it doesn't sound like something out of a fanfic. 

….

…..

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Zim can implant mind controlling parasites in ur brain by kissing you. 

Zim does a spit take. “I did not ki-ssh the disgusting hoo-man!” Zim angrily types on the keyboard. 

Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Wut make u think that

Agent-Mothman: I saw it happen. In my school Zim had like kissed some guy and he was like under his spell after

 Zim-!s-AN-Alien: And he wasn't like that before ತ_ತ

Agent-Mothman: Not exactly. But him and Zim are always hanging out in secret and why else would kiss the him

 Zim-!s-AN-Alien: U sound jealous 

Dib angrily squints at the screen of his computer. 

Agent-Mothman: I'm not jealous! 

A condescending grin is creeps onto Dib’s face as he typed his message

Agent-Mothman:Keef isn't exactly anyone's type. (￣x￣;)

Zim-!s-AN-Alien:Fine. Ur not jealous. (◔_◔)

Zim scoffs as he finds himself mentally agreeing with Dib. Zim thinks to himself this may be an opportunity to confuse the Dib and have him drop his guard. 

 Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Maybe the reason he did kiss this Keef is cause the parasite will perish if exposed to air. 

Agent-Mothman:Ur a Genius. He probably produces a lot of them but could mix them in the drinks at his concerts. 

Agent-Mothman: But why hasn't he released them into our water system or drinking water?  

 Zim-!s-AN-Alien: Most water systems have a filtration system so may the filters filter the parasites out. 

Agent-Mothman: Thanks! Ur really helped me out. Tomorrow I have to go to a birthday party planned by Keef and Zim. I'll be sure to avoid all their food and drinks

Agent-Mothman: I have to go and prepare. 

Masterlist/Summary

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Hi! I haven't been that active in fandom that much anymore but if you don't mind who tf is this 'pee girl' I've been seeing all over my dash?

I don't mind, anon- though I do warn ya, it gonna get a little concerning:

Pee Girl is a nickname we use for the user, fairlyoddfriendshipspoofandfoop, formerly known as plaggandadrienbondingisthebest, and her nickname um....comes from a kink I will not spell as I don't wanna lure the community here, but it uh, concerns peeing basically....and she earned the nickname after it was found she was drawing fanart and writing fics with this kink and....Plagg, Duusuu and Adrien, one of which is a minor, and she's also been supportive off Invader Zim pee kink, a show that involves minors still, and when called out, defends it with how she's doing it in a safe manner....ignoring that in reality, children cannot consent to her pee kink.

But if you thought that was all, oh boy- say you don't like Adrien and your pretty vocal about it or you write a salt fic, chances are you just earned a spot on her hit list of people she'll stalk on either tumblr or alternate tumblr if you're got her blocked, and she'll screenshot your blogs and post about them on her blog, only reblogging a couple of times the posts directly, one of which was to oddly curse at Harriyanna, a youtuber who does good videos on topics including ML, in badly worded russian....cause Harriyanna called out Adrien's poor writing. And while discussing Harriyanna, Pee Girl basically stalked and harassed her on not only tumblr, but also IG and youtube, making multiple accounts on youtube even to do so when Harriyanna blocked her and even tried to impersonate other people Pee Girl didn't like to do so, just to ruin them a little, and its gotten to the point Harriyanna's had to call the police on her. And Harriyanna is not the only user she's stalked and harassed- she's also stalked others including zoe-oneesama, Rjalker and Lady-LB, with her stalking of Lady-LB extending more then a year by the looks of things, as she still gets mad at Lady-LBs fic, The Liar And The Broken Balance. She's also called Rjalker the R slur, when Rjalker is autistic and so is Pee Girl, but it should be noted that does not give her the right to call others the R slur, and still harassed Rjalker over fanfics....cause Pee Girl apparently can't move the fuck on.

And in terms of fanfics but also uh, Marinette, she's also wished harm on Marinette via...wishing Marinette would be R worded by....bugs, and used as a breeding source.....on someone's fanfic.....yeah....and about Marinette.....she has a hate for her, if that wasn't obvious. But uh, her hate is concerning- say you post positive Marinette stuff or Lady Noire stuff, she'll get pissed at you and reblog with how much she hates Marinette or give backhanded compliments. She has a particular hatred for Lady Noire though, as it means Plagg and Marinette are friends and according to Pee Girl's HCs, that isn't possible, as Pee Girl uses Plagg as her self-insert to hate on Marinette to the point via Plagg, she's threatened to harm Marinette....for apparently being a jerk to Adrien. And wishing harm on Marinette is something she specializes in....to the point she cheered on Gabriel in the 100th episode and has said Marinette's sick in the head to the point she cant get help and basically gets bitchy at ANYTHING Marinette does in canon. Why you may ask??? Cause she's mean to poor Adrien....and basically uses the stalking thing constantly which while fair to call that out, does not excuse the amount of hate Pee Girl speaks about Marinette.

But don't worry, she also hates Alya and Alix....cause they were mean to poor Adrien- you sensing a pattern here? She insists the Alya thing is also cause she's apparently a poor friend to Marinette, which while it is true Alya can be questionable at times with Marinette, does not excuse Pee Girl's levels of hate. And Alix....yeah, no, she just hates Alix cause future Alix was mean to poor wittle Adrien.....not like future Adrien broke her miraculous or anything....but no, Pee Girl is all prissy about anyone wishing Bunnix would return.

And due to Alya hate, she does get racism accusations....but don't worry, anon! ....She likes Kagami....I ain't joking, she used that as a defense once.....and only seems to like Kagami in the context of how nice Kagami is to Adrien....so that probably could end up changing as soon as Kagami is mean to Adrien. She also uh, has an OC with the surname....Dreadlocks.....said OC is white, and does not even have that hairstyle....so uh, yeah, you can imagine what's wrong with that one. She also likes Chloe and Felix and Lila, which while okay, is hypocritical when you realize how much she goes out of her way to hate Marinette, Alya and Alix, insisting that Chloe, Felix and Lila can change....but somehow Marinette, Alya and Alix can't.

And while minor, she's definitely iffy with some of the fandoms LGBT+ ships, mostly the ones concerning Marinette and Alya....for obvious reasons, including reblogging some art of Alya X Kagami with some comment about how she's not sure about this ship....cause apparently we needed to know that. .....Did I forget to mention she's in her 20s and doing all this? Yeah, she's in her 20s and doing all this.

So uh, yeah, I might be missing some stuff which in that case, I do welcome people to add onto this, cause I likely forgot somehow, but this is kinda the run down, anon, who Pee Girl is and why no one likes her and wants her off the internet at this rate.

[shadowofthelamp]

might as well talk about this over here

I don't think I'm going to end up writing irken au as a full fic and I feel kind of bad about it, but I just.... really don't feel like I'd actually make it all the way through without dropping.

I might write a series of ficlets, but it's noooooot going to be anything near the size of aip. I feel like trying to start another long project is just gonna burn me out on iz for a while. I'm never going to stop loving iz, but I kinda need a break. more under cut.

I’m never going to hate iz, it’s been way too important to me and I still love the characters and working with the world so much, it’s just... I was working with WAY LESS than this when I was 15-18 or so and ducking in and out in 6-month phases because the fandom was way more dead then, (it was still kinda kicking when I was like 12-14, at least more than it was a few years later) but having a bunch of people all slowly stop caring just... kinda really sucks? a lot? talking to myself on purpose is different than performing in a thriving auditorium and then having like 75% of the people leave. 

plus, I didn't realize just how burnt out I got until I started writing for something new and actually felt REALLY REALLY EXCITED to write again. I like td but it's... not as fun to write. I like the end product but the actual WRITING process is more frustrating than fun at times.

I don't know if some of this is just having to write 50k words for class in a month and a half and hitting general writing burnout, but I was pumping out the new fandom fic pretty fast so I don't think it's that? having the zim fandom slowing down is... probs part of it. I hate, hate, hate what anti-shippers have done, harassing people out of the fandom who have done nothing wrong. I followed recapkid through a few different accounts on twitter because vindictive assholes are still stalking them to THIS DAY and kept reporting them. every one of you who thinks people shipping funny alien with paranormal man justifies horrible harassment and doxxing, go sit on a poker, you’re a big part of the reason so many people peaced out and I can’t blame them for it. 

okay, don’t want to get too off-topic. anyway, irken au feels... idk. easy to mess up, I guess? like, it's much more of a tight emotional arc, and I like being able to play it loose, so just the idea of writing it feels like it'd be a chore- aip was so fun because it was basically ficlets in order. td, I’m putting off writing partially because it’s much more ‘normal’ in format and I feel stifled by that. even if I took the aip ficlets-in-order format, there’s only so much I can do without directly ripping aip off, and it mostly takes place on dib’s ship, so it’s just dealing with Feelings Stuff. besides... I don't want to pick up another zadr longfic. I like writing the short ones now.

related, I want to do more on discord but I just feel completely wrung dry for ideas and feel like I have nothing of worth left to contribute. I like seeing the stuff others make, but I don't know what to add- I just feel sort of empty and feel more and more guilty that I don’t have anything to say as time goes on. you’re wonderfully creative and I am dust. I think 2020 brain finally made its way to me.

it’s an awful, hollow feeling, because I want to keep going with iz so badly but it feels like the people who are left are already in their own groups, and I don’t want to get burned, especially considering I’m running on fumes as-is. anybody from the discord reading this, it’s absolutely not you guys, you’re the best. it’s me.

there’s still pleeeeeenty of issues in my new fandom, (it’s just as bad as iz, if I’m honest, possibly even worse) but I’m actually having fun there because I’m fine vibing with a much smaller group, and I’m posting a lot more. it’s self-indulgent bullshit to the nth degree but I think that’s what I need right now.

I’m probably going to post the next chapter of td soon, but I might pull back from making content the fandom for a little bit other than the discord just because I refuse to burn out entirely on this thing that’s meant so much to me.

anyway, if you got to the bottom of this and you’re 18 or above and want my helluva boss/hazbin blog, dm me. I’m chilling more over there and making my stolitz fankid hold hands with radioman.

[aperfecttimeforscreaming]

AN EXCHANGE OF MEAT

Late valentines day ZADR drabble, extremely nsfw, takes place in the #izspacetrash universe NSFW 18+ Warning: Petplay, Zussy, Choking, Power play, Power theft, Over-stimulation, flirtatious bullying 

Back on Irk, coupling is illegal. It’s a big deal for humans because they can’t name a rock without forming an emotional attachment, for Irkens however, there’s no reason for the law to even be in place. As a species we have evolved past the need to interact with others. Every individual in the empire has the potential to be a sturdy, self sustaining island unto themselves. We’re built better than every sentient stain in all the known everything!! We have YET to encounter anything that even compares to our size and MIGHT. The last fertile cluster of Irkens died out a thousand decades ago. Every irken is cloned and easily replaced if not functioning at maximum capacity.

So, the desire to do more than indulge yourself is...low. There’s no reason to involve another irken in the matters of ones…..self congratulation.The practice of an EMOTIONAL and spiritual coupling fell out of favor long before we learned to control our natural impulses. 

If this is all true (and it is), how can I feel so much for the vicious neanderthal that calls me his? Dib was working on one of his drones as I sat in the dark pocket of the lower bunk bed, the bed itself built into the wall of a home on wheels. Dibs white rectangular fat assed Arr Vee was parked behind a dunky doughnuts so that we could stay out of the sightline of main roads and siphon power to recharge the vehicles battery. See, the outside of Dibs roaming home looks like any other shitty old caravan. In fact, it is more like Dib’s own mobile base. The battered shell outside the chrome and black and blue innards of the crisp sterile mobile lab are no more than a clever disguise. An infuriatingly smart trick. It’s a trick wrapped around stolen Irken technology and it’s to our collective benefit that everything stays hidden. It’s more comfortable being a prisoner, knowing that Dib has become secretive of his most prized belongings. Legs crossed, back pressed to the wall, chin in hand I was thinking my thoughts. 

My hand drifted down my neck to trace the soft top edge of the lined matte black metal collar locked around my neck. I felt at the difference in texture between the soft barely there fuzz on my skin and the smooth cool metal. It had been locked there for thirty one days, ten hours, six minuets and eleven seconds. It’s some fluke of nature that Dib is as smart as he is. At one point in my career as an invader I theorized that as  humans grew taller, their brain shrunk to make up for the increase in body mass. With Dibs lineage, this is less so. As an adult he is only more cunning, more dangerous, more cloyingly obsessive, more driven. He neglects his sleep to work. He works with the single minded diligence of an Irken researcher. His drive to excel in his field transcends the greasy smelly differences between our kinds. The efficiency he commands my own technology with rivals that of a practiced PAK technician. He’s studied the things I left behind on earth for 14 of his years, and it shows. With a single steady bare claw I traced the shape of the emblem embossed onto my collar tag. Dibs skull shaped symbol, displayed in shiny silver across the front of my neck at all times. An unnecessary humiliation that marks me as one of many stolen treasures. I feel its shape on the bare pad of my finger and silently kiss my teeth, stung by the reality that Dib thought of it first. If the world was just, if things made sense, things would have been flipped, things should have been different. If I really am the more advanced life form, I have no excuse for his subjugation. Thirty one days, ten hours, seven minutes and forty fucking seconds.

From my dark hideaway I could see him, hunched over his desk with the posture of a scoliosis king. A bright white desk light illuminates the front of him and reflects off the cobalt blue shine of his protective eyewear. The blue strips of emergency LED light that mark out the floor area catch the underside of his form, and stripe the wrinkles of his sloppy mechanics smock in toxic blue slivers. Through the gap in the curtains in front of him, I could make out a flickering yellow street light. Dibs sigh broke through the silence. He set down his tool and leaned back in his chair, away from the open shell of the drone he’d been repairing. I watched him drag a long fingered skeletal hand back through his greasy weird hair, and watched the unruly sprig of bone and black people fur spring back up as his hand passed it. “You’re quiet.” The human announced, obviously. Before he could twist the rotating chair around to face me I let my hand fall into my lap and folded both hands neatly together. “My brain is loud.” It needed no explanation, but Dib had demanded the cause. Slouched back in his chair, I watched him copy how I had my fingers folded into each other. His eyebrows arched high on his forehead and crinkled his sweaty brow. “You’re thinking? You’re capable of thought?” He’d lick his loathsome incisors and grin. “Damn, I’ll have to correct my notes. I thought the metal parasite on your back did all that for you.” “IT’S NOT A PARASITE! I TOLD YOU! It’s as ME as the rest of ME!” The corners of Dibs eyes crinkled with delight as he watched me retrace the fact. “MY PAK stores the thoughts of my brain jelly- it’s not responsible for my depthy, nuanced original thoughts. It’s all to my benefit. Your simple animal mind can’t BEGIN to perceive the archives of information, understanding and theorizing, locked away between my two magnificent thought centers.” On my knees at the side of the bed, I pointed to my skull, illustrating the thing Dib wished to understand but could never fully unravel. He reached up to peel the lenses of the goggles from the hollows of his eye sockets. As Dib deftly replaced them with the large circular frames of his glasses, he spat noise at me. “You’ve beaten that dead horse to a pulp, Zim. I don’t think your PAK is any different than a circuit board hardwired to the brain of a roach. You’re just as animal as I am. Only, your issues stem from being part evil cyborg, and mine stem from trauma.” Sunny as a blistering summers day, he grinned at me. Smugness radiates from him like pulsar blips, and my innards are assaulted by tight gripping trembles. I tense my core muscles to keep my tymbal from rattling at the slightest provocation. With my antenna pitched slightly forwards, I can smell the pheromones on his sweat. I crossed my arms over my chest, raised my chin, curled my lip at him to flash fangs. “Tch. Zim is no creature. You’re the animal here. You have the technology to advance yourselves into a race of space faring monstrosities, and yet all you want to occupy yourselves with is the pursuit of earthly pleasure. Your kind construct elaborate rituals just to try and rutt against each other. It could be so much simpler!!!” Dib scratched his chin, nonplussed. “Yeah, I never really got all that either. We do have dating apps and that can simplify things if you don’t account for catfishing, and people who straight up lie about themselves just to get their dick wet.” I grimaced at the mental image of a wet human phallus. I re-contextualized the image in my head and imagined the organ as Dibs. I bit the inside of my cheek. “Sooooo… what? As you get older you stop exchanging meats, and instead swap false personal information?” Dib laughed, quick and dry, brimming with unearned superiority. “Oh, fuck- what you mean like what we did back in grade school?” He sat up, leaned in closer to me. Elbows folded on his knees he hunched closer. I could smell his breath on my antenna. Coffee and sugar and bacteria filled my senses and the stalks flicked quickly backwards at the olfactory intrusion. “Yeah I don’t really know why we did that. I have a theory it’s all metaphorical, some kind of mind manipulation game the government was playing with kids to get them to associate “love” with “flesh”. I mean, you know what “meat” alludes to, right?” My face screwed up as I searched my brain for obvious answers. “MMHhn. HHHMN. Pain? Obviously, pain. Emotional...badness.Maybe hormone tampering. Disease?” Dib was already getting out his phone, snickering to himself as he does when he knows something I do not. I kept going. “Death? Blood? Salt? Disgust? The inevitability of the cycle of consumption? How you’re all doomed to be slaughtered by a greater predatory force?” “No. No- what?” He cocked an eyebrow as he looked back up at me. I wanted to rip the piercing out of it. “No. Shut up and look at these.” Dib held out his portable telephone slab to me and on it I saw a digital gallery of meat related memes. The phrase “beat my meat” was prevalent. There were photos of hammers pounding sickly off grey slabs of deceased pig muscle, and a man dusting a sprinkling of salt or spice over a carved rib of bovine corpse.

My head pulled back, giving me the appearance of multiple chins of disgust. My gut churned as I turned my head away. “Why would you show me those??! THEY’RE REVOLTING!!”  

Dib frowned, irritated, and put his phone away. “The “meat” those memes are talking about? It references human JUNK- y’know, genitalia? The memes aren’t talking about actual dead farm animals. And, that’s what I’m saying.” He put his large warm hand on my shoulder and continued, sure to hold my eye contact as he put the curl of his thick broad thumb against my cloth covered collar bone. I tensed my guts to keep my tymbal from rattling. “The government has skool children trade literal meat, so we get the idea early on that we’re supposed to exchange our "meat" with people we're attracted to. So that way, we learn to breed, and the men in power get more workers and soldiers and grease for the wheels of their self destructing machine.” My eyes flicked to look at his hand- the long pale olive fingers, the beaten fight scarred knuckles. My gaze then returned to Dibs humorless expression. “That’s a… problem?” Dib groaned, he rolled his eyes, he took his hand off my shoulder. 

It slid down to my hip, his free hand mirrored the motion  and I was lifted up from the bed and onto my humans lap. He held me there and growled at me in frustration. “YEAh! Zim! It’s a problem! If people are going to have sex it should be their own choice to do so, it isn’t something we should be culturally brainwashed into accepting! And we don’t NEED to do it! Some people are asexual- some people don’t want children and-” Dib rambled, on and on, laying out the injustices of an archaic capitalist system reliant on the breeding whims of its workers. I couldn’t help but wonder how much of the argument was fueled by Dibs xenophilic leanings and revulsion towards his own kind. I gave less than a quarter of a shit about the very political tangent my human was going off on, but I did like how Dibs lap made for a nice sitting surface, and how the heat of his angry body felt against my skin. As Dib spoke I smoothed out the front of his damp black wife beater absentmindedly, my expression unmoved. As my hand rested in the center of Dibs chest, I patted him, I then mock pouted at him. “Poor Dib, how he’s been rejected by his own kind at every turn. How hard it must’ve been for you! Brainwashed into needing the fuck, harassed by the need for fuck with noooo options for how to obtain it!!”

That got him to glare at me, and my spine tingled for it. I grinned as he countered; “You’re missing the point.” And I kept going. “Addicted to the unknown feeling he can never hope to attain, his vile monster meat might have shriveled up without the wetness- like an unwatered flower! Like a rotting length of carrot! Like a bundle of seaweed on a beach, growing drier and nastier the longer it’s left alone, collecting nothing but mold and botfly eggs and-” Dib grabbed me by the throat. His hand closed around my throat. He gave a warning squeeze as he told me to shut up and I peeped in response. 

Lowly, my tymbal rattled. 

Dibs narrowed angry eyes softened as he caught the surprised chirp of arousal. 

The words on my tongue stalled at the tight curling of his long fingers as they overlapped my neck.

“Even if that was how things worked, I’m not at risk of that anymore, am I?” 

Dib looked at me with a gaze that implored an answer, and I shrugged coyly. As he frowned and squeezed harder I gagged, my stomach fluttered and a chirp rattled out of me far clearer than the first. 

"Mhhn. That's what I thought."

Dib hummed, his human purr was deep and infuriating. He used his free hand to shift my placement on his long thigh, so that I straddled his thigh as he choked me. My eyes began to water as he raised up his knee and gently bounced my vent against his leg. 

There is nothing playmates can do for eachother that a squidgyblit cannot also achieve the end goal of. However, being choked while your nemesis grinds your pleasure center against his leg hits differently. 

I moaned with a grimace. I scowled at him as he drew another choked out squirm from my body. Unpleasant as the sensation of constriction around my throat was, we both knew the short term strangulation wouldn't kill me. It was a comfortable routine and Dib continued his gloating games. 

"You think you can resist all this? You think you can resist the urge to get absolutely wrecked- by someone who's going to lovingly put all your pieces back together when he's done? You need me as bad as I need you, you fucking moron."

He’s wrong. I don’t need him. But, his games are so amusing, they’re so entertaining. It’s such a thrill to be obsessed over. If he ever knew that, it would all go to his head. As bad as he already was, there was ample room for things to get worse. Dib pressed his fingers up underneath my jaw and held my mouth shut. My growl came out as a choking sound, I tried to open my mouth wider and he put his free hand on my shoulder as a threat. “Shhh. You don’t need to talk right now. Why don’t you show me what you want?” I glared, I tried to hack out a rebuttal, but he didn’t want that. Pink heat spread across the skin of my face plate, I chirped and ground my slick vent slowly against the black jean fabric of his thigh.  In doing so, I inspired an unhinged smile to pull across his gaunt snout.

He released my throat and my posture bent, towards him as I gasped. My throat opened back up, and my PAK hummed softly as it began to replenish its oxygen reserves.

Dib patted my warm cheek with his hand. “That’s a good boy.” He mocked softly. I was well within my right to bite him. His hands settled on the bone of my hips, I watched his eyes pass over my head and point towards the bunk behind me. The curious gentle twitching of my antenna caught the heat of his words as they stood on end, and I lifted my chin to glare up at him. “Is that really what your brain was being so “loud” over? You’re still angry about our arrangement?” My lip twitched, it’s downwards arch could not have been more dramatic. “HOW could I not be mad about it? You know better than ANYONE what a powerful beacon of mayhem my existence is- that I can be controlled by someone as misshapen and weasley as you is a blistering amount of shame for Zim- full offense.” As I spoke his fingers laid over the small of my back, he rubbed along my tense lower spine and his gentle ministrations forced my aggressively postured antenna to lower. “Oh, full offense taken. But I know you’re happy about it. Deep down, somewhere in your cold blooded brain, there’s a tiny Zim just glowing over how it feels to be fully appreciated. You’re a hideously evil space terror, I can’t take that away from you by loving you. And I wouldn’t want to.” The heat in my face wouldn’t stop, the fluttering sickly feeling in my guts wouldn’t go away. Like knotted strings being unwound or spider web being gently tugged by a trapped fruit fly, the vibrations of his words unwound my nerves. I had to look away from him to speak, the weight of his useless human affection was too heavy to bare the brunt of head on. It was blasphemy that something a horny ugly alien said to me could mean more than the approval of any tallest. “MMMhhNNG. Stop making words.” I growled politely. Dib chuckled without malice, he curled in over me to press his lips to the crest of my skull. “You love serving me.” “Phheh. Zim loves nothing.” “You love what I’ve done to you, Zim. And I can prove it.” Dib lifted me up to move us onto the bunk bed, and bumped the front of his proportionally massive head against the shelf of the top bunk. “Fuck-ow,” “HAH!”

I reached up to hit the button on the bottom of the shelf, and the top bunk folded up against the wall behind it. As the mechanical components hissed, Dib rubbed his five head. “Yeah? That’s funny? You think your master getting brain damage is just hilarious don’t you?”

“If my “master” (I used my fingers to make mock air quotes) is dumb enough to turn his brain to garbage when we aren’t even under attack, he’s not showing mastery over anything, is he?” Dib dropped me out of his arms and onto the bed, I landed with a yelp of surprise though the impact came painlessly. “HEY!”

With his teeth clenched and his eyes narrowed Dibs hands flew over my body, grabbing and groping, pulling off boots and leggings, striping me of the new uniform I’d been given, replacing dark blue cloth with an expanse of green skin. There was ample evidence to suggest Dibs need was as urgent as my own, from his feverish actions to the telltale tenting at the front of his tight emo boy pants. He needed me. I gave a quick shiver twitch at the feeling of air on my exposed skin, and hissed at him. He pinned my chest down with one hand, and sneered at me as the other cupped over my pelvis. “Your standards are way too fucking high for someone who screws up constantly.” I grinned at him with challenging eyes as my legs folded up and opened. “Where would your challenge be if I lowered them, Dib?” His middle finger split the wet slit of my vent open. He traced the sensitive pink interior and I had no choice but to draw in an afflicted breath. The finger slid deeper, he brushed the base of my wriggling dwarf ovipositor, and the distraction sent my antenna fully back. “You, crave conquest.” I crooned, distracted. Sensations continued. I felt the shivers of pleasure in the back of my teeth, my tymbal rattled with quick twitching clicks each time his middle finger teased the inch length of my pink wiggly hot button. “You don’t know what I crave, Zim.” I cackled, light and airy and I gripped the blankets beside my face. I bit my lip and looked at him. His thumb slid into my slit and he gently pinched his fingers around my “dick”. I gasped sharply. I kicked out a heel as he pressed firmly enough to make me whine. I could not help how my eyes wanted to roll back into my skull at the continued friction, but I swear I caught the reddening of his cheeks before vision became meaningless. I do know. I chirped, I moaned, I rubbed my cheek into the soft blankets stained with floral detergent as the tingling feeling of goodness rolled from my loins up the rest of my body. I felt good, and I made it LOOK good. Dib likes to watch me writhe, and in return he  rubbed over and over, again and again he rubbed, till it seemed I was breaching a new level of tingly bliss with every passing second. “But, I know what you want, don’t I?” I groaned in disagreement, his fingers stalled on my sex, then his thumb rubbed small twitching strokes at it’s base. I trembled all over at the teasing agitation, and breathed out hard. “MHn, you’ve… got AN idea, of it.” Dibs motions were less practiced as he set out to release his tube steak from it’s denim cage, but he didn’t move his hand from the source of my sultry keening sounds. He wouldn’t, I had been so SO fucking good to him. Letting him work uninterrupted without a single complaint of boredom. I hadn’t tried to attack him in DAYS. It was a personal best record at the time. I was overdue for a reward.

“UHM, EXCUSE YOU??” Dib took his hand out of my vent and I sat bolt upright on my elbows, glaring at him in a sex flushed daze as I watched him inch the clothing down his nearly non-existent ass. “I WAS BUSY. Who said you could STOP?”

He pushed me back down, grabbed my leg and sharply fixed himself between my open thighs. “I’m not stopping, you know I’m not stopping you shrill shitty bedbug.” It spiraled into more routine. In the act of copulation I could always count on the sensation of his fingers sliding into my orifice to pull it’s tight walls steadily open. I could feel all the bumps and ridges, the rough calluses, the finger pad curling around my core and pulling delicious sensation from the thing inside me that made my guts twitch and tremble and rattle like a sack of angry crickets. It didn’t take much. I didn’t need long, and he wasn’t willing to hold off from indulging in the ambrosial clutch of a wanting Irken tunnel. I groaned as he withdrew three of his fingers from me, pulling with them a thin strand of pinkish slick that broke and collapsed over my cleft. I trembled, I hissed in disgust with myself as Dib aligned the head of his extraterrestrial shaft with it’s destination. As he looked down on me, he commanded. “Beg.” “What?” My head cocked, one antenna lifted while the other lowered, my hand reached up to wipe the pearling sweat from my brow. “Really???” He ground his length into the gooey mess he’d left my vent in, I grit my teeth as my tymbal rumbled. “Yeah. Really Zim.” “Mhgghh.” Eyes closed I tensed as the friction of dick on dick action swayed my compliance. “ Plleeeeeaaaase.” “Please what?~” I tried to scowl at Dibs goading, but his grinding made me bite my own tongue. “You have to say it, pet. I won’t give it to you unless you ask properly.” The nickname is a scorning stinging wound that burbles and pops like a pollution born wound, it feels like a hot sudden burn, it catches me the way his fingers do when they clamp around my most intimate points. In the most pathetic of tones and volumes, I answer my mate; “Please, please fill me with your cum, master Dib.” I was rewarded by a hand coming to stroke across my skull. He cradled the dome of my head and caught one of my antenna stalks between his fingers. With the same care he gave my cock, he gently strokes the black hairs to reward me. “Good boy. Good bug.” When the rutting commences sense tumbles out the window in a broken screeching fury, like an escaped chimp on meth, like a rat on fire making a break for water. I lose my fucking mind to the reactions of my body. The vehicle rocks under us with the power of Dibs mighty  thrusts.He fills me so deeply with his oversized ovipositor, I can feel his pulsing want bulging against the skin of my stomach at full hilt. When he finally spills in me I am so wound up that I have already hit my climax twice over. I snarl, I lean into him and the lips I have put to his salty skin part so I can taste his sweat on my tongue. My jaws open wider, and as Dib grunts, at the height of his peak, I bite hard enough to puncture his fragile skin on the edge of my teeth. The red taste of metal is smeared over my lips, on my tongue, over the pasty tan palette of his shoulder muscle. Dib hisses air in through his teeth. “You couldn’t- you couldn’t help yourself, could you?” His panting breath stalls his words, a red tinted smile spread across my fuck drunk face. I licked my lips as I replied, and watched a thin trail of human red meet up with the black fabric of his shirt and diffuse into it. 

“No, no I couldn’t.” I hummed back at him. In the state of high endorphine swing I am not fully myself. Everything was brighter, lighter, more exciting. A hazy happy drugged exisence takes hold of me and sways me to Dibs whims. As he pulls out of me, he sighs with a shivering buzz. “Then, you’re not done yet.” In a matter of minutes Dib is redressed while I remain naked, wrists and ankles shackled to the four rectangular points of the bunk via metal shackles that the walls of the Arr Vee spat out. I was only just beginning to come out of my fogy mental state when my human retrieved a black blunt vibration wand from a drawer of tormenting devices. Over the following hour I grew more and more delirious as Dib wrung my body out for increasingly mind crushing orgasms. Things stopped having meaning, Dibs taunting words lost their sense, and I rattled straight through to my bones. That I could not pull my limbs in towards myself and protect my body from the assault of sensation had at one point been disquieting, but then and there, it encouraged me to let go of my resistance. I had let go of my fruitless delusions, I had given myself up to Dib, and Dib did not stop till I was crying with the intensity of multiple peaks.

It made up for everything else that had happened. The blinding beacon of his smothering affections absorbed me in it’s garish embrace as he unshackled me from the walls. He cleaned me, he held me in a folded blanket  till the shaking of my overwhelmed body stopped. My prickly insults bounced off him like harmless pebbles of sand.  The Dib stroked over my antenna, groomed them with the sex scented oils of his fingers, the Arr Vee reaked of the smell of our sins. Accepting Dibs terms of affection is illegal, but I’m defective anyways, aren’t I?

[millennialzadr]

psa on what happened to recapkid

hey guys, feel free to scroll past this if you don't want to read any discourse. i haven't been around much because life has been a bitch lately and I've been exhausted in general, so when i heard about the shitstorm around rek and their departing posts, i seriously leaned towards just ignoring it. but it stayed on my mind, mainly because since i have more than a handful of followers now, I've been getting more hey! let's be friends! messages lately, which is lovely, but I'm feeling inclined to let others know a little bit about what kind of person i am in regards to what i think are important issues, because honestly these days I'm pretty wary of the possibility of becoming friends with people who end up stressing me the hell out. nobody asked for my opinion and idk if anyone cares, i just feel like i want the people who interact with me to know where i stand, and i'm legit just too tired to chime in with a whole heated discussion in my servers. I'm also writing this at 3am so i hope it's coherent.

i didn't like rek's art. it made me uncomfortable. any romantic or sexual art that depicts zim as two feet tall makes me uncomfortable, because in my mind i associate extremely small bodies with children and infants, even in very stylized art. and when i peeked at rek's nsfw account because i was curious, i was really grossed out by the content there.

but i do not think rek deserved to be threatened, stalked, or doxxed. never did they exhibit predatory behavior towards other people, and for as weird as their nsfw got, none of it focused on age, and all of it was private. and while their style alone appeared to infantalize zim, art is and always will be subjective. and just like i said in my last """discourse""" post, i am SO GLAD that more and more people are speaking out against predators and predatory behavior, but at the same time, we have to think carefully about who we target. the second someone attempts to harm someone else is when it's okay to harm them, but people are different, develope different thought processes, and nothing is ever black and white. accusing someone of pedophilia or predation is life ending. being against someone is one thing, criticizing someone is one thing, but death threats and stalking??? i understand MANY antis are minors and very young adults who have yet to understand the impact of the power they have to affect someone's life, but this is serious shit and it is not okay.

my main purpose for saying this is, please don't try to be my friend if you ever wished death on rek, or if you were happy that they were harassed. imo they had some major issues and gross kinks, but they kept their nsfw behind closed doors and were never a threat to anyone.

that's all, thanks for reading, this is as short as i could make it but please don't take my wording as oversimplifying or making overly broad statements, i seriously just don't want to spend more than a short amount of time and energy on this, nor do i want this crap all over my blog.

(and sorry for the lack of fluff lately, i just haven't been feeling very fluffy.)

[normalhumanboy]

hm. i see your newest plot in conquering earth is getting a tumblr account in an attempt to make people sympathize with you. well it's not gonna work, zim. you'll never gain a big enough following going off of one tumblr account to have strong enough support in subjugating the human race like you're looking for! and its not like i've been stalking your account or anything, i just kinda, stumbled upon it really. just making an observation at first glance! bottom line, you're not gonna win!!!!

SPYING, DIB? I'LL SEE YOU AT SCHOOL.

[starryfromcosmiccove]

Fan fiction ideas I had but never wrote (yet)

Plz don’t steal, I may use these still.

• Cyberchase: Delete goes missing, and Buzz and Hacker actually care enough to search for him relentlessly until they find him again.

• Spongebob and Patrick are together, and squidward hates it because he’s homophobic and just it touches up on so many problems faced by those within lgbt+ communities through this Spongebob fan fiction.

• Original Teen Titans: a ship fic where Seemore has a crush on Jinx, but it’s one sided, as she (canonically) ends up with Kid Flash, and betrays her team.

• mlp: Rarity secretly fangirls Celestial and rainbow dash, to the point where she stalks them, and cosplays them when others aren’t around.

• Random stories with impossible, dumb crossovers and little to no context or reason.

• Minecraft: Alexa is a clumsy, but kind girl who works as a housemaid. She is hired to clean up a mansion for a wealthy family, but things end up looking grim when she finds she’s been hired by a family of vindicators.

• Hiveswap: Chatlogs or letters between Dammek and Xefros.

•Hiveswap/Homestuck: An unimaginable amount of song fics.

• YouTubers’ personalities personified into little characters of their accounts’ names are all living in the same building.

• Cartoon Network is all an act by the little people living in your tv. This is what they do when they aren’t performing.

• Just Nintendo all together.

• Super Paper Mario one-shots that will defs include Lmentio.

• Fandom pick-your-paths.

•This really weird Petscop one where Paul has dreams in which he can communicate with the characters in the game.

• A more slice-of-life Petscop fan fic about the pets in Even Care.

• Minecraft: The adventures of Steve Block. I actually did write this- when I was 8 or 9. It was never finished, never shared, and all on paper. It was meh.

• Lots of slice of lifes for villains just to see what it’d be like on the other side.

• Any invader Zim thing from Gir’s perspective would be fun.

• Slice of Life mega man fan fictions.

• AU ideas that are uninteresting, unimportant, or otherwise disliked by myself at this point in time.

• Some one shots or whatever.

Probs gonna write these sometime, so as I said before, please don’t steal. I just wanna see if the ideas are well received before I write them. Please like/repost to give me feedback! I post stories on AO3, Quotev, and Wattpad.