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scifi-ibices · 1 year

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Moonrise, An Invader Zim minicomic. Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (page 10) -> Part 6 [soon]

Dib, in his late 30′s to 40′s is still thwarting Zim’s apocalyptic plans to take over Earth. After a particularly nasty fight, Zim can no longer hold back his observations...and his questions. For as long as they have known each other, sometimes one’s motivations and one’s fears are cloaked in obscurity. Until something or someone breaks.

Our handwriting is a bit messy, posting the words under the cut:

Zim: You’ve barely won this fight. I’ve analyzed it. Your reflexes are slowing, your strength is fading. The durations of these fights are elongating. I can’t bear to strike you down at your weakest. For once, Zim is begging you, Dib, is that what you need to hear?!

#invader zim #Zim #invader zim dib #dib #dib membrane #invader zim comic #zade #zadf but at the end #IZ Moonrise #tw blood #cw blood #cw injury #tw injury #tw bruises #cw bruises #cw existential #tw existential #our art #our doodles

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mrehkka · 3 months

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AU where everything is the same, but Dib's a vampire (inspired by the whole vampire bee thing). He can SMELL how delicious and sweet (like honey!) Irken blood must be and is SO eager but also cautious bc he's not sure what alien blood might do to his body ....so they still fight just the same, except dib is also trying to get a blood sample to run tests on

#invader zim #iz zim #iz dib #zadf #zadr #not really but I like to reach my peeps =)#vampire dib #big difference in this au is that he can't set foot inside the base without zim's permission #(.......which he ends up getting after the baloney incident but shhhh)#zim doesn't know what a vampire is #but he knows a threat when he sees one #he can sense the bloodlust lmao #my art

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emeraldspiral · 3 months

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AU where Dib dies and becomes a ghost. He desperately tries to take the opportunity to prove to his father he was right, but Membrane isn't able to perceive him, and even when he manipulates objects to write "Hi Dad! It's me, Dib! I'm a ghost now! I told you they were real!" he'll still find a way to brush it off with any explanation other than "My son is actually a ghost".

At least he can still haunt Zim and mess up his plans, and over time Zim does gain the ability to perceive him. And with no limitations to keep him out of Zim's base Dib is able to gain new insight into his private life and get to know the real Zim underneath the mask of confidence and delusion.

#invader zim #zadr #zadf #maybe dib also isn't 100% dead either #and there's a way for him to come back to life at the end

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noxeorn · 1 year

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It supposed to be a shitpost, but ended as a finished piece sldfkhsl. Inspired by this post I saw ~month ago.

Also fun fact but Dib is the 1st human I've ever drawn (before I drew only aliens and other humanoids LMAO)

#invader zim #invader zim fanart #zim #dib #dib membrane #minimoose #GIR #zadr #i guess???#zadf #iz fanart #man I love dookie loop horror issue #iz fanarts make me line art background but tbh it looks cool in the end #noxeorn art

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raccoonzinspace · 1 month

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Another Silly Idea:

Zim and Dib are fighting when they encounter a lone flock of baby ducks, and this flock ends up imprinting on them. Thus the two a--holes are stuck raising a flock of ducklings in a semi-ZaDr/semi-ZaDf scenario. And GIR probably eats one of them because.

#invader zim #silly ideas #zadr #zadf #ducklings #honestly #this would be so cute #just two silly guys #and their children #albeit the children have bills and feathers #and are super smol and cute

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rissynicole · 1 year

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The End of an Era

Hello Invader Zim folks!

For those unacquainted with me, I am a fanfic writer and sometimes-artist who mainly creates for the IZ fandom. I wrote a fanfiction novel titled A Parade of Indignities, which was actively being written and published between the years of 2017 and 2021.

After I completed the writing for it in 2021, I spent the next year doing some revising and editing for it. It was kind of on-and-off whenever I’d find the time and energy to do it. It occurred to me recently, though, that I was revising the fic indefinitely. I was just never happy with it no matter what. I needed to give my project a deadline and then lay it to rest. The enemy of “done” is “perfect.”

So, over the last few weeks, I have wrapped up my little nitpicks, and have discreetly replaced the old chapters with the new over on AO3 and FFN. What is currently posted on both those sites is the FINAL draft of the fic. All edits, revisions, and rewrites have been finished. I leave the fic as is now: a symbol of where my writing ability was at between the ages 19 and 23. I’m still immensely proud of it, and I hope others enjoy it, too!

For those who have read the fic already: none of the fic’s actual storyline or major themes changed. Even rewrites were fairly minor. Probably the most notable thing I changed was Chapter 28, in which I rewrote, added, and removed some scenes while keeping the same ending.

That said, I guess I’m making this post because I realize the fic is old at this point. (Or I guess it’s old in fandom years? It’s so weird going on Tumblr and seeing people tag IZ art and fic as “fandom classics” when they were made in, like, 2019 or something.) Anyhow, I digress.

If you’re an old reader, a new reader, or someone who just stumbled on this post with no other context, I invite you to check out my fic if you feel so inclined! It’s ZADF, it’s hurt/comfort, it includes some minor characters with major roles (if you like Skoodge, Larb, or 777, this one’s for you), and it’s completed.

As I say a fond farewell to this longtime project, I want to welcome 2023 with all the potential it offers me to start on new writing projects. I can’t wait to start a new adventure. 💛

Archive of Our Own Link

Fanfiction.net Link

Masterpost, in case you would like to know more about the fic.

#invader zim #my writing #a parade of indignities #invader zim fanfiction

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spacehell69 · 2 months

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the dookie loop horror is such a perfect ending for the franchise ngl. mad respect to jhonen for never bending to the fanbase wishes "uwu zim gives up her mission and zadf found family" and sticked with his own vision instead. get doomed by the narrative losers

#blah #based overall for avoiding fanservice at all costs #he saw ppl hoping for zim angst on the movie and immediately made a note to have less crying LOL

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the-galactic-hunters · 8 months

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Give us the peets!! Give!! Show peets!!

He’s an asshole

a fucking menace

He mean so fucking much to me

HE’S MY PARTNER

HE’S MINE!!

AND NOT IN THE WAY YALL BOMBARDED US MONTHS AGO

((Man got vampire instinct got to his soul, all his private possessiveness and spite come out in open XD))

((They are still pale mates, but with many vacillating bs. They are not fully romantic but more lean to platonic. They never stay fully in one quadrant bc they keep fucked it up look at Seeker and him radiate pale to both flush and spade. They got their moments, so much fondness, but they both also jackasses. They will never label themselves in romantic relationships because even a concept of “dating” is strange to them and kinda why I’m so on fence of label them as zadr, bc they don’t want to. Especially when zadf end up what they are majority of time.

They are the devotion to one another. They only they belong to each other.

They are the “not romantic, not platonic, but a secret third thing.”

Closest to whatever they are were queer platonic partners bc by god they don’t fit in regular ass relationship.

They’re the huntship. They are the thems.

Why the fuck an ask about peet got him so much and then I remember-

It’s like Seek’s favorite XD

And that man is so proud and at height possessiveness. He will show off and dunk y’all who pestering about their relationship months ago. And yes Seek still fucking annoyed about it, hence this.))

#px #anonymous #response #STARS THAT SO FUCKING GOOD TO AIR OUT #LET ME HAVE THIS #I CAN FINALLY MORE COMFORTABLE WITH THIS #to y’all this might be obvious or those bullcrap #but this is FOR ME #ooc here #too i guess

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emeraldspiral · 8 months

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Invader Zim episode where Zim and Dib acquire the ability to transmit their own pain to each other. This forces them to repeatedly begrudgingly save each other from being gruesomely injured (often by their own death traps they set up for each other) just so they won't have to feel it, but also sometimes one of them will just slam their hand with a car door or something just to make the other person feel it. At one point Dib tells Zim to stop yelling all the time because it's making his throat sore.

At the end of the episode one of them suffers some crushing humiliation which makes them realize they can also feel each other's emotional pain.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

"Oh, you can feel that too?"

"I guess so."

"Wait, why do I suddenly feel like... almost gleeful now?"

"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

#invader zim #zadr #zadf #a lesson in empathy #both of them end up failing

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violintrees · 2 years

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Fanfiction Appreciation Week

Day 7 Freestyle

- Collecting and recommending Fics that I couldn’t fit into the list or I remembered a little too late but still highly recommend (Also I am skipping the tags for time sake, but feel free to ask if needed!)

Inside Out by andystarr - 3 shot about Zim and Dib’s relationship post a resisty mission gone wrong. Two idiots one body/ there was only one body is a fav of mine and this fic does it amazingly. Zadf to Zadr and great character introspection.

And They Were Roommates! by @smeetfeet - Very good series in progress about Zim and Dib getting closer and forming a shaky relationship with the resisty. They also have a lot of other lovely zadf or zadr oneshots.

Fine Line by raritydiamonds - Two shot of Gaz and Dib’s perspective on Zim staying on Earth. Zadf/r. Love the way this author describes things.

RebelZ by @sweetiepie08 - I had this fic in mind for its fantastic Control Brains lore and Tak as a main character. I finally got a chance to finish it and it ends just a great! An early favorite of mine that I had a great time rereading still.

- Now for things that aren’t technically fanfiction but comics are a lot of work and take a lot of writing as well and I can do what I want

Linguistic AU by @xryn-art - STELLAR AMAZING comic series about language and Zim’s history with Irk. The beginnings of some Zadf and some great skoodge content. Incredible series.

Zab the Hurken (Beginning link & End Link) by @draidachiart - WONDERFUL comic series about Earth in the future, a falling Irken empire, great original characters, and great writing. Has Zadr and Tagr elements but is mostly focused on the OCs. This series is complete but the author is also working on a new comic series and is a wonderful artist in everything they do so definitely give them some support.

Thanks for all the likes and reblogs but please also leave these authors a kudos and comment (or reblog the comics)! There is so much good fanwork out there and it is important to actively support it!

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

#fanfic #fanfic rec #fic rec #invader zim #iz #zadr #hope people enjoyed these!#sorry again that this is so late alsdkajdl #and now I need to zoom and finish my iz prompt fics #and also leave comments on all these good fics #AAA #very excited

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refriedrambles · 11 months

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I mentioned this last year, but the Tallest weren't even supposed to be apart of Everyone is Running Away. It was a zadf/zadr thing. Touching on Gaz, Skoodge and Membrane.

But I wasn't sold.

I think it's really coming together now just diving into the ideas and themes(?) I was tempted to cover, but I was uncomfortable actually commiting to last time.

I think my handle on the characters is getting better too. Steadily. Over time.

So You Think You're the Villain? still has a lot of question marks but I think that's to be expected. And if it enough of a pain I can shelve it for a while. The Errand Boys' Guide to Lying to Yourself could definitely work as a book end. Just don't think it'd be as satisfying.

Gaz and Membrane mostly got their later stuff moved into Those Squeaky Shoes. But their roles have dramatically shrank.

Edit: I am gonna at least have to get Those Squeaky Shoes sorted out, before I get into So You Think You're the Villain?

#refriedramblings

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rissynicole · 2 years

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“ tell me who did this to you. “ with Dib asking Zim :D

Okay. So, this ask was sent in a long time ago as part of a whump/injury sentence-starter ask game. When I say a long time, I mean the time stamp was August 27th. And I didn’t forget about it, delete it, or file it away. I just got super carried away with it. These writing prompts were supposed to be relatively short, and I ended up writing damn near 3,000 words for this.

On to the story, itself, I got kind of dark with it. For anyone who wants to read this, that’s just a heads up. It is tagged appropriately, and I implore anyone who is sensitive to darker themes and mental illness to use their best discretion. I did my part by tagging; do your part by abiding by those tags if you know it will upset you.

That said, here’s the story for this prompt.

Prompt: “Tell me who did this to you.”

Characters: Zim, Dib, Computer

Relationships: ZaDf

Words: 2,990

“Tell me who did this to you!”

Zim began to murmur some response, but the already incoherent words tapered off into ragged gurgling in the back of his throat. He weakly clutched his midsection and choked down unsteady breaths, seemingly unaware that Dib’s hands were already pressing down on the same area to apply pressure to the wound.

“Zim!”

The lab, dimly lit even when the electricity was working properly, had been pitch black when Dib had entered it. The entire base had been like this—decrepit and void of its usual hum of energy and life. Dib had called for Zim, growing more and more concerned the further down he made it into the base’s subterranean levels. That was, until he heard a faint moan that had managed to permeate the shroud of darkness and silence.

Zim had been on the floor, square in the middle of a pool of dark, sticky liquid. It took only a glimpse for Dib to connect that it was blood. Zim’s blood. It took a closer look, however, to see where it was coming from. Sodden gloved claws gripped at his abdomen, unable to hold on as Dib pried them away. This only led to the pool of blood expanding quicker on the ground. Dib had abandoned his effort at getting a good look at the wound and had turned instead to trying to stop the bleeding.

“Zim!” he shouted at him again. This only earned a faint flick of his eyes in his direction.

“We need to get you to the med bay now,” Dib muttered frantically and mostly to himself.

Zim didn’t reply. He was fading fast and likely didn’t hear a word of what he was saying. His face was ghostly white and almost glowing in the darkness.

Against his better judgement, Dib removed his hands from the wound and quickly shrugged out of his jacket. He hastily wrapped it around Zim’s torso and scooped him in his arms with alarmingly little protest from the Irken.

“Computer, prepare the med bay.”

A beat of silence passed. The room remained just as dark and deathly silent as it had when he’d entered.

Perhaps Dib would have felt stupid if panic wasn’t overtaking every inch of space in his mind. He clutched his phone as best he could and angled it in front of him to cast its weak flashlight over the walls. At the far end of the laboratory, he spotted what he was looking for—the breaker system. Several handles lined the back corner, all switched off. He raced to the other end and flipped them all back on.

He heard the power return to the base before he saw it. It started as a low hum that gradually increased in volume until the floor they were on lit up and Dib was blinded by the light of Zim’s huge computer monitor. He didn’t really stop to take in anything as he raced across the room towards the elevator and ordered it to the next floor.

As his eyes adjusted, he could see just how much blood he and Zim were covered in. It felt unfathomable that so much blood could have possibly been in Zim’s body in the first place. Even harder to believe was that Zim hadn’t yet stopped breathing. In came in and out in weak, shaky bursts.

As soon as the elevator came to its stop, Dib raced out and into the main room. “Do something!”

Despite the snappy order, he was still spooked when several metal arms dropped down from the ceiling. Two snatched Zim away from him while a third deployed some sort of scanner that trailed from the Irken’s antennae and steadily moved downward. It paused noticeably on his torso, then traveled down to his feet before shutting off and disappearing back into the rafters.

Somehow, Zim managed to open his eyes again. Dib’s breath hitched in his throat. When he had found him on the floor in the base’s laboratory, his eyes had been somewhat alert. Now, they were taking on an oddly glassy quality. Before Dib could react further, the platform Zim was on opened into a trapdoor and promptly carried him away.

Dib blinked. Everything had gone from complete mayhem to stillness in an instant. “What’s going on?” he asked the empty room. His pulse was still pounding in his ears.

“Emergency repair protocols for biological shell,” came the computer’s response from above. “Scan shows severe blood loss from a gunshot wound in the abdomen and through the lower squeedlyspooch.”

“Gunshot wound?” Dib pushed his glasses up on his nose, disturbed by the scent and sight of Zim’s blood on his hand as he did so. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Prognosis: 50% chance of survival.”

Dib’s heart dropped to his stomach. How could this have happened?

His mind traveled back to what had transpired just moments before. He had walked into Zim’s base. Noticed it was dark and eerily quiet. Began searching for Zim.

Dib thought about one of the first things he’d blurted once he’d found him.

“Tell me who did this to you!”

After the precursory “What happened?!” and “Oh my God!”, the very next thing he’d thought to say was “tell me who did this do you!” It was obvious someone had done this to him. Zim hadn’t been anywhere near any tools or equipment that could have led to his injury. Not to mention, the location of it on his body seemed too exact to have been a lab accident. Dib had learned enough over the years to know that the only surefire way to kill an Irken was to target both their body and their life support. Impalement through the abdomen and PAK would destroy the biological and mechanical shell in the same shot and prevent any chance of the PAK operating without a live host.

“Computer…” Dib started, voice weak. “Is there anyone else in the base?”

“Unknown.”

This simple word turned his blood to ice water. Unknown. How could the computer not know? Did being taken offline mess it up somehow? Did an intruder disable its security system? Did it simply not have the capacity to give Dib an answer while focusing its energy on Zim?

Dib opened his mouth to ask another question, then pursed his lips. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting any meaningful responses from the computer while it was working to “repair” Zim. It was just as well. There had been a time not so very long ago when the computer wouldn’t have let anything resembling Dib’s bio signature near the base, never mind answer questions spoken from his own mouth.

Deep from a lower level of the base, the sound of clinking echoed up. It could have been nothing more than the computer retrieving something in Zim’s surgical theater, but Dib whipped around nonetheless, eyes wide.

There could be someone in the base right now. The very same person who had just tried to murder Zim in cold blood.

He swallowed thickly and glanced every which way. The med bay was quiet. He crept to the elevator. “Take me to the main level.”

The computer still didn’t respond, but the elevator began its leisurely trek upwards. Dib didn’t even know what he would do if he saw an intruder. Would the intruder still have the gun on them? Would it be some sort of Irken plasma gun or a typical Earth handgun with typical Earth bullets? Would he, too, end up left for dead in a pool of his own blood if they crossed paths?

The elevator slid to a stop, and Dib stepped out of it meekly. The front room was utterly silent, television powered down and lights flicked off.

He peered into the kitchen. Nothing. A glance at front door revealed that it was just as he’d left it when he’d walked in, closed with only the bottom lock in place. He turned his head towards the couch. The cushions were perfectly aligned with both pillows arranged neatly at either end.

“Hello?” he asked the room, shivering at the sound of his voice as it pierced the air. There wasn’t a single stir in response, though. Still keeping his head on a swivel, Dib stepped back into the elevator.

It occurred to him that the next logical place to check would be Zim’s Voot hangar. It would be a likely place for an intruder to hide… then again, Dib couldn’t recall if the hangar was even unlocked. Zim hadn’t used his ship in years. He couldn’t use it even if he’d wanted to…

“Take me to the next level down.”

The computer did as it was told, and Dib stepped out into the cold, dimly lit room. This level was wholly unremarkable—some storage area where Zim kept his old, junked projects. Many of them were caked in dust, and some had been scavenged from to add to others. The more impressive inventions were near the back of the room. These had been created back when Zim and Dib were actively at each others’ throats. They had also been created back when the Irken Empire was still funding Zim’s mission.

It had been several years now since Zim’s leaders had cut him off. They’d cut him off in every way possible. Any and all funding for his mission was gone, leaving him financially desolate. No transmissions would go through. He had no money, nor did he have the means to order more supplies, be it ammunition, parts, fuel for his ship, or even food.

Right around then had been the turning point in Dib’s relationship with Zim. They had gone from being sworn enemies to… well, not friends. Certainly not. They were more like two people who checked in on each other.

Once it became clear that Earth would no longer be in any real harm… well, Dib couldn’t necessarily explain his actions. He had taken some initial (and outwardly expressed) joy in the idea that no armada was coming, no shipments of superweapons would appear in Zim’s yard, and Zim had no real means or motivation to accomplish his goal of world conquest. If he had been cut off from Irk, then he wasn’t much of a threat anymore, was he?

These feelings faded over time, though.

It began with one pity-visit to Zim’s house, then became a several. Sequentially came trips to the convenience store to try to find things he could eat. Once it became apparent Zim had no real idea how to live on Earth independently, Dib had taken to checking in on him every now and then.

Hence today...

Dib stepped out of the elevator, trying to stay alert, but wondering all the while who could have targeted Zim. Why would anyone target Zim? He hadn’t really done much in the last few years to warrant it. Dib would know that better than anyone.

To his own chagrin, he was back in the laboratory. With the lights on and his mind not clouded with panic, he was able to properly observe the scene of the incident. Irken blood streaked the floors and coated the walls outside the elevator. It smelled strongly of… something. It wasn’t quite like human blood, but it had an oddly powerful scent to it.

Dib took a few shy steps out of the elevator and looked around. There was something on the floor near the blood puddle, but he couldn’t tell what it was until he got closer. Then, with an overwhelming jolt of confusion and fear, he realized it was the gun.

The one the intruder had used to harm Zim. They had… just left it there…

While it was undeniably Irken, it was small and rather simple-looking.

How had this happened?

It was possible that it was left over from Zim’s own arsenal and had been pilfered when the intruder broke in. Maybe from a squatter who had assumed the base was abandoned? Zim did live rather quietly these days.

It occurred to Dib, too, that the intruder could have been Irken and had abandoned their gun after doing the deed. That wouldn’t be totally out of the question.

Dib didn’t dare touch it. Instead, he walked around the lab, sharply glancing around for any movement. He turned a corner, towards the area Zim kept old machinery and parts.

“Ahhhh!” he nearly jumped out of his skin, shouting in the emptiness. He slapped his hands over his mouth and stumbled backwards. His immediate thought was that he’d been caught by Zim’s attacker, lying in wait. When his eyes adjusted, though, he saw what it actually was—GIR.

The robots eyes were a dull gray, and his head was slumped forward next to a toolbox. Nestled beside him was a round purple lump. Minimoose.

Dib examined them closer, going to far as to tilt GIR’s chin upward. They were both free from any visible disrepair. It just looked like they’d been powered down. He didn’t know Zim’s robots could be powered down.

Absolutely perturbed, he took a few steps backwards.

From his periphery, he could see Zim’s massive computer flickering. It had nearly blinded him with its brightness when the lights had come back on, but Dib had been too preoccupied to give it a single glance.

Now, he could see it was a video, playing and replaying on a loop. Some sort of news broadcast, he surmised. Confused, he sat down in Zim’s chair and watched what was happening on screen.

Footage of dead and dying Irkens. The ruins of buildings that resembled the architecture of Zim’s base uncannily. A masterful camera pan of shrapnel floating aimlessly in space. Shrapnel that, when Dib closely examined it, began to take the form of what had once been The Massive. More footage of the first planet, this time overrun with oddly familiar aliens. Dib had seen them before… he knew he had. They resembled manta rays and radiated with a strange, gossamer light in the dark streets of… of Irk.

Suddenly, several realizations hit Dib at once. Those aliens. They were the Meekrob. And that planet was Irk. Zim’s home. They had destroyed the mothership of Irk’s rulers. Quite likely had killed the Tallest in the doing so. Taken over the planet.

Dib thumped back into the chair, dumbfounded. Zim hadn’t had access to anything beyond Earth in years. He’d tried, of course, to make some sort of connection with nearby spaceships, radio stations, news broadcasts, and of course, with his beloved Tallest. Nothing had been successful.

Until now, Dib thought.

Zim must have been down here, trying to establish some sort of connection for the umpteenth time and had finally done so… only to discover that Irk had been overtaken by the Meekrob sometime during his lost years of computer static and connection errors.

Dib squinted at the taglines at the bottom of the broadcast and realized it wasn’t written in Irken—no, it was written in another, vaguely similar script. This was a Meekrobian news cast. One of celebration.

Dib sat frozen in the chair, taking it all in. The news segment ended, then repeated from the beginning.

Zim must have been devastated…

Another realization hit Dib, this time with a sinking of fear that settled like lead in his stomach. The strange, meticulous nature of everything he’d stumbled upon. The lack of power in the base that prevented the computer from activating security protocols or otherwise intervening. The robots, deactivated and placed carefully in the corner. The gunshot wound that could not have been an accident…

Dib lifted a shaky hand and pulled his glasses off. The other hand cradled his forehead, elbow propped against the consul. “How is Zim’s condition?” he asked at last.

“Survival rate now at 96%. Major organs were not harmed, and only slight cosmetic PAK damage was sustained. Blood loss is severe.”

His shoulders untensed slightly, but the sick feeling in his stomach remained. “Do you—” his voice cracked, and he swallowed thickly. “—Do you mind if I stay for a while… until he wakes up?”

“Sure.”

A couple more hours passed, and Dib remained in the laboratory curled in Zim’s too-small chair in front of the monitor. He’d long since asked the computer to turn off the gruesome footage and was simply waiting in silence.

Late into the night, he was finally allowed back into the med bay where Zim was propped in a recovery bed and awake. His abdomen was notably swollen and wrapped extensively with bandages. He looked both woozy and alarmingly pale, but he was still worlds more alert than he had been when Dib had originally found him.

Dib drifted to his bedside and stared down at him. “Zim…” He had to gather himself before he could repeat the same words he’d asked before. “Tell me who did this to you.”

The words hung in the air between them. Dib’s tone had taken on a quality that, coming from the mouth of any another person, would demand respect. Gone were the petulant, whiny inflections of his youth, and in their place was a certain poise that was easily reminiscent of his own father’s confident speech pattern. Unfortunately, what he had to say often overpowered how he said it. his attempts at persuasion scarcely had any effect on anyone in his life. They certainly never had any effect on Zim. This time, though, he hoped against hope that they would.

The Irken blinked his sunken eyes a few times. Even under the fog of anesthesia, they looked unusually morose.

Dib waited.

Zim opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it. His antennae pressed back flush against his skull. He took a breath and opened his mouth again. “I did.”

#invader zim #suicide attempt cw #my writing #zim #dib #0palite

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invcrt · 6 months

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hmmmm pretty often theres zadf/zadr aus where they only lose hostilities after zim grows depressed from being outcasted & loses his mission towards conquest, which lets dib to "win" .... the reverse might be interesting to explore - where dib loses motivation to protect humanity & zim can't help but feel bad for him, or something?

no matter what i read, they all have a very similar ending. humans/the earth survive, the irken empire is punished in some way. zadr prevails lol. or, for more angsty AUs, they serve a sole, shallow purpose of putting characters through tortures & then have little merit outside of this hurt/comfort. it might be interesting to try to explore a morally greyness that zim & dib must meet at, without particularly favoring humankind/irkenkind and without being unbearably angsty??

this may seem particularly centrist. and let it be known that only canon professor membrane (my worst enemy) is a centrist. but i just really want to, like, make an au. maybe like where irkens are surprisingly liberal (superficially) & explicitly disagree with autocracies, but bureaucratic power structures from cultural tradition (castes via height or occupations) and disorganized govt (both past tallests were assassinated, hence a possible frantic scramble for power, also resisty adds a factor of possible political turmoil) still allow overly-powerful arbitrary authorities to remain

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