ZIM has HAD IT!
ZIM has HAD IT!
My entry for @bananazim DTIYS. Congrats on the 500 followers!!! You deserve any one of them!!
Human zim :D
Showing off this years Halloween costume... and posing for Zim
Pt 1. Explanation below
TW/CW: nightmares, mentions of death, death, death threats, mild body horror, melting, feelings of insecurity,
Invader Zim nightmare sequence; upon realizing the true nature of his 'mission' Zim spirals into a nightmare of self awareness, of facing his own insecurity. Everything that he has been pushing down explodes into him at once.
I do plan to continue this, and it's not gonna have a happy ending so be forewarned.
I forgot to post this. Anyways, they're SUPER fucking gay
Invader Zim with the real life lessons
Zim, Gaz, Tak, Pepito, and Tenna find themselves in a bizarre situation.
Zimvoid originates in the Invader Zim comic books.
*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*
Lost in the Multiverse Part 5
Zim, Tak, Gaz, Pepito, and Tenna stare out at their surroundings in shock and awe. Similarly staring back at them on all sides is an army of dozens of Zims.
“They-they’re all Zim!” Pepito exclaims, “what kind of nightmare hell scape is this?”
“I’d rather have Hell than this,” Gaz grunts in disgust.
“Are you blind?” Zim barks in offense. “These aren’t Zim! Look at them! They’re all wrong!”
That’s not exactly untrue. They are definitely surrounded by Irken, with varying differences. Some have scars or robotic augmentations; one has bunny ears instead of antennae; another has tentacles for arms. One thing they all have in common is that they are wearing strange collars, each with a different number going well into the 2000s.
“Of course we are Zim!” one exclaims as he exits the group. He appears to be Zim as a baby- quite small with big eyes behind a pair of goggles and one tooth. The number on his collar is 2000. He’s closely followed by a Zim with gills and fins on his head, wearing a water-filled helmet. His number is 2002.
“I’m Zim, he’s Zim,” 2K declares, “we’re all Zim, right, Palindrome!”
“Yeah! This is the Zimvoid!” 2002- Palindrome- agrees. “But what are all of you?”
All of the surrounding Zims point dramatically at Tak, Gaz, Pepito, and Tenna.
“The purple one kinda looks like the Dib-things sister,” one of the Zims points out.
“Ah, the Dib-thing,” another Zim sighs wistfully. “I miss defeating the Dib-thing.”
The others all sigh with agreement.
“Why are you all here?” Tak asks, “what is this place?”
“Weren’t you listening?” Palindrome asks, “it’s…the Zimvoid!” He spreads his arms theatrically as the group parts behind him, and Zim and the others are able to get a better look at the environment.
They’re on some kind of small, ruined planet. Off in the distance is a giant tower made of glowing coils that reaches high into the sky. The sky itself is dark and filled with swirling, cloudy vortexes.
“Those portals all lead to a different dimension,” 2K explains, “all of us Zims were lured here by following an Irken distress signal. Our ships lost power and we crashed. Now we’re trapped here.”
“Ha, sounds pretty dumb,” Zim scoffs.
“How did you get here?” Palindrome asks, “you didn’t crash in a ship. You fell right from the sky.”
“We were battling a great and powerful enemy,” Zim brags, “she used her considerable power to create a portal that sucked us in and sent us here. Now we have to get back so I can defeat her with my greater power. So, go ahead, Pepito. Make us a portal home.”
“Huh?” Pepito questions incredulously, “what makes you think I can do that?” “Olivia did it,” he points out, “so you should be able to do it too.”
“Olivia was using that dimensional scope, remember?” Pepito retorts, poking Zim’s forehead. He hisses with annoyance and smacks Pepito’s hand away.
“So you were brought here…accidently?” 2K questions.
“That’s pretty dumb,” Palindrome comments.
“Silence!” Zim barks.
“Incoming!” one of the other Zims cries, catching everyone’s attention. “Inferior Zims from the city!”
“Inferior Zims?” Pepito questions as the army of Zims scurry to one side.
“All Zims are inferior to me, the superior Zim,” Zim states.
A second group marches in, this one heavily armored and carrying sharp, metal staves. They’re also wearing numbered collars.
“You there!” one of them with the number 401 shouts, pointing at Zim and the Battalion. Even though he’s wearing a helmet, his voice is clearly Zim. “Come with us now for processing.”
“Processing?” Tak questions.
“We found them first!” 2K snaps.
“Yeah, go back to Number 1, you traitors!” Palindrome adds.
“Shut it, you useless rejects!” 401 barks.
The two groups angrily shout at each other, throwing insults and telling the others to shut up. Caught in between them, the Battalion can only listen in confusion and annoyance.
“This is unbearable,” Tak groans, gripping the sides of her head.
“Silence!” Zim shouts, looking back and forth between the two groups. “Zim is the Zim who decides where Zim goes! Not you wrong Zims!”
With all the incomprehensible shouting, no one notices the clouds part and six figures fall from the sky. Not until they’ve crashed down a few feet away, interrupting the argument and catching everyone’s attention.
“Another Zim?” 401 questions.
The dust clears, revealing the invaders to be Olivia’s demons. They stand, their wings spread, claws outstretched, and grins full of fangs.
“You guys aren’t Zim!” 2K exclaims.
“We are soldiers of Princess Livvy,” one of the demons announces.
“Livvy?” Pepito scoffs.
“And we will destroy you all in her name!”
Another demon flies into the first group of Zims. He grabs one by the head and picks him up, his claws digging into his skin.
“Ah! Release Zim!” he cries.
The demon raises his other hand and prepares to strike when someone shouts, “hey!”
Zim steps forward and points at them. “Drop that Zim, and face this Zim.”
The demon smirks and tosses the other Zim aside. He spreads his wings and rushes Zim, claws outstretched. Zim stands stoically but before the demon can reach him, his spider legs lunge out and stab into his chest. He gags and coughs up blood as the appendages lift him before ripping him in half.
Zim smirks at the remaining demons. They snarl and rush forward.
Gaz, Tak, and Pepito race around Zim to meet them. Gaz swings her war hammer and smashes a demon in the face. Pepito twirls his spear and slices two more in half. Tak’s robot arm shifts into a laser cannon and she blasts the last two.
“Woo, you guys are awesome!” Tenna cheers.
“Excellent work, Battalion,” Zim nods approvingly, “as expected of my team.”
“These guys are weak sauce,” Pepito comments, nudging one of the demon corpses with his foot. “Hell has way better soldiers. Why is Olivia sending these weaklings after us?”
“Maybe she’s underestimating us,” Tak suggests, “in any case, leaving her alone in our world is a bad idea. We need to find a way back home immediately.”
“But what about the others?” Tenna asks, “Johnny, Devi, Squee, and Dib aren’t here.”
“They’ll be fine,” Tak replies, “right now our priority should be stopping Oliva. We should find a way home.”
“Hey, I’m the leader!” Zim barks. “I make the decisions.”
Everyone looks at him with annoyed expectancy.
“We should find a way home,” he declares.
“Aren’t you forgetting something!” 401 snaps.
“Oh, yeah, I did kinda forget about you guys,” Gaz grunts.
“You can’t go home!” 401 says, “this is the Zimvoid! No one escapes here.”
“Well, that’s a bummer,” Tenna remarks.
“Now, surrender and come with us for processing!” he demands.
“What is processing?” Pepito asks.
“The Zim shall be numbered and given a job to fit into our hierarchy,” he explains, “and you non-Zims shall be…I don’t know…melted down I guess.” “Why melted?” Tenna questions fearfully.
“Ugh, I don’t really wanna fight a bunch of Zims,” Pepito groans uncomfortably.
“I will,” Tak grins and readies her arm cannon.
“Wait!” 2K exclaims, “don’t go with them! Join our resistance! We can stop Number 1!”
“No one can stop Number 1!” 401 argues, “he’s the Ultimate Zim!”
“The Ultimate Zim?” Zim questions, “but I’m the Ultimate Zim!”
A voice cries out, shutting everyone up as something crashes down in between the two Zim armies, next to the Battalion. They look up in shock at a giant, muscular Zim with the number 100 on his collar. And standing on his shoulders is a slightly taller Zim in a hooded cloak, wearing a large number 2 badge.
“You there!” Number 2 booms, pointing at the Battalion. “New Zim! You and your team have been summoned by Number 1!”
Everyone gasps with surprise.
‘urth’ is gonna go DOWN
pilot boy again
This ride is so f-ing fake
Gaz:why is he so scared-?
Dib:this isnt abt him
Kinda long post
“Come now, daughter”
GIR gets hoes
SIR YOUR PANTS-
The moment I recognized his voice actor…
SHES SO TINY
WIP of an animation meme.
veryyy lazy early morning announcer animation, he’s lacking a bit of his detail
“that’s some bullshit”
Day 23: plague
Zim didn’t do anything wdym?
my entry for @less-depresso-more-espresso ‘s halloween dtiys (with & without the bats)! there’s still time to enter if you wanna! it’s my second time entering a dtiys for him and their art is always really really good!! i highly recommend giving them a follow and checking out their art and oc stuff! 👀👀