IZ Fan Fiction

KINK MEME

lilrand0m_chik — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 12:54:50 GMT

Hello!

Just letting you all know [and to also keep this active] I have made a Kink Meme of Invader Zim.

This means that you are allowed to post requests of any pairing/desirably kink that you want and perhaps have that request forfilled. Now this is an anonymous meme. So please post anonymously through both the requester and forfiller. Thank You.

All Instructions on what to do is on the post.

Here is the link

Hello! =D

luthienaogondor — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:36:53 GMT

First off, hi, new to the comm! *waves*
I don't have any fic to offer at the moment, but hopefully I eventually will. You never know.

Anyway, I'm fairly new to the Invader Zim fandom -obsessed for just over a month now- and I've finally settled on a pairing I like- ZaGR. However, I'm having a fairly hard time finding any (decent) ZaGR fics. Sooo, I was wondering if anyone could recommend any to me? I don't care if it's fluffy, graphic, or silly, just any good ZaGR will do. =D
Thanks!

Drabble Story: Abdicated

bozeia — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 08:09:26 GMT

Title: Abdicated
Author: bozeia
Rating: K+
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Slight Romance
Warning: There is a slight leaning towards a ZATR pairing...or is it a ZATR pairing? *cackles irritably*
Summary: An IZ drabble that I've been working on the past few days. I wanted to add a couple more pages to it, but I couldn't force anything else out. Related drabbles definitely to come.

(And she drowns her sorrows in sweet maple syrup.)

secretreadings — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 05:57:55 GMT

Hey, all! I was wondering if you could help me with something.

Years and years ago, when I was first getting in to Zim, I read fics by this author. Back then and for a while after, she (I assume they were a she) wrote under the pen name Key no Lullaby, but later changed it to dream tears (as you can see).

If you went to the link, it should be obvious that there aren’t any fics, and that’s what I was wondering if you could help me with.

In case you don’t know the author, I’ll describe the stories I’m looking for. The long, main one was called “Twisted Runaway,” and it dealt with the issues that Gaz had when she got older, with her unrequited love for Tak as sort of a backdrop for the whole thing. I think the second was called “Key no Lullaby,” and it was a songfic with this song, and had to do with… I think Gaz walking outside and looking at the sky.

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone had them on file of knew if they were still posted anywhere. I’ve googled them several times, so I’m guessing they’re not still online. But they were my favorite fics and I’d like to at least read Twisted Runaway again.

Thanks in advance, I know the outlook for finding these isn’t great. ^^;

Crossposted anywhere that has people who might know.

Member's Stories

senri — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 20:01:14 GMT

Triangle
Author: Senri
Rating: PG-15.
Genre: Humor
Warning: A fic with a threesome in it! ZADATR, to be exact, or Zim/Dib/Tak because it's just too much fun.
Summary: Just a character piece really, not much to summarize. Written for the fanfic100's prompt Triangle.

Triangle.

Heart
Author: Senri
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen/Angst.
Warning: DATR, of a sort.
Summary: Tak contemplates human superstition, cheesy metaphors, and Dib. Written for fanfic100's prompt Heart.

Heart

He
Author: Senri
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Angst.
Warning: Dib/Gretchen.
Summary: Why Gretchen loves Dib, sometimes. Written for fanfic100's prompt He.

He

Star
Author: Senri
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Drama.
Warning: DATR, and a little bit of sexy tiems. :D
Summary: How Tak holds on to him, and why. Written for fanfic100's prompt Star.

Star.

All links lead to fanfiction.net.
Psst: bedlam_mix

Chapter 3 is up!

bozeia — Thu, 05 Jul 2007 08:23:45 GMT

Chapter 3 of Guilt By Association is up and ready to go! Whee!

I struggled for the longest time with this chapter. It actually had a different turnout until an hour ago. Good grief. I hope it's alright...I'm still not entirely sure of the quality of this chapter, really. In addition to that, I also went back and touched up the last two chapters, so now they're both slightly more...edited, I guess. ^^;

Anyway, here you go: Chapter 3.

Hello...

bozeia — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 02:12:13 GMT

Hello. Yesh, I'm new. Anyway, wanted to post some fan fiction. ^_^

Guilt By Association
Author: Bozeia
Rating: T 13 (Pg 13)
Genre: Angst/General
Warning: None

Summary: Dib had never meant to intercept that particular transmission. He hears what he never should've heard, more than he had ever dared to consider. As the months and years start to roll by again, the aftermath would settle as it will; what Dib couldn’t figure out was how exactly he would fit into all that.

Chapters: Two so far.
Link: http://www.fhaven.org/viewstory.php?sid=2605&chapter=1

Hope this is alright... ^^;

x-posted to invader_zim

Untitled: DATR: Member's Story

senri — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 06:42:54 GMT

Untitled
Author: Senri
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst / Gen
Warning: Hints of DATR, implied character death
Summary: "It was the weakest thing she had ever seen Dib do, and also the most human." A crappy, cliched little DATR short.

en-joi~~~

I also have a fic livejournal now: bedlam_mix. Stuff may show up there before it shows up anywhere else at this point, especially one-shots and the like, so.

Random Jhonen Post

masochist89 — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 15:52:47 GMT

It does bear some importance to the comm though. This is where illpronebelly came from. It was created then it died...

http://www.revolutionsf.com/article.html?id=552&page=3

ShaneIvey: Do you like getting creative input from fans? Show ideas, story ideas, that kind of thing? Does it ever happen?

JhnenV: Hmm..fanfic stuff?

JhnenV: They have some pretty twisted ideas, some that I've seen.

JhnenV: I don't know if it'd be wise to go with a lot of what they come up with.

JhnenV: They have ZIM and Dib falling in love ideas.

JhnenV: That makes me ill.

ShaneIvey: So I've heard...

JhnenV: ill to my belly.

JhnenV: My ill-prone belly.

siriuslystrange — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 23:19:09 GMT

QUESTION!

I saw maer in the interests, and I want to know what pairing does that entail?

Because the only thing I can think of is Membrane/Elliot, and I don't think that's right.

Or is it?

Hmmm

tapangowa — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 17:35:36 GMT

Well, it's been a while since I've been here...things seem a bit dead. But, either way, I give chapters to mah fanfic, just because!

Name: Cruel Affection
Author: Me an' mah Zimmeh!
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst and a bit of romance
Warning: ZADR, Rape, gore and other bad things not for children
Summary: 50 years into the furture and the irkens have become pets to the human race.

Chapters:
1-http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37027971/
2-http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38630147/
3-http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39448631/
4-http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39928656/
5-http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41100264/

siriuslystrange — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 03:39:36 GMT

Hey, I'm new here. You guys seem to be the most active Zim comm out there, so I'm happy to find you guys.

I have a pimp of my own and a question.

First, pimp:

> Name: Of Love and Telemarketers
Author: Save the Mooses (that's me, on ff.net)
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/Romance and slight angst
Warning: It's AU, but not OoC
Summary: Zim has gotten it together well enough to take over Earth. A strange turn of events changes Zita for the better as she learns not all is as it seems, and that telemarketing really is a rather boring job. Dib/Zita.

So, that's my pimp. I've been working on this for awhile, but only recently started updating again.

And question:

Is Dib left-handed? I know it would show that on Dark Harvest, unfortunately I do not have that episode at my disposal.

So, anyway, VERY excited for this comm. And I use my Zim icon in honor!

ETA: Yes, I cannot spell.

Contest Entry

death_fairy01 — Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:20:56 GMT

Well, I have no idea whether or not this is too late, but I do have a contest entry. Hope some enjoy it.^_^

Name: Damage
Author:Death_Fairy01
Rating:PG13
Genre:Drama/General
Warning:Crossdressing, implications of insanity, light slash
Summary:He coughed to hide his embarrassment, idly hoping Dib hadn’t noticed how long he’d been staring. That idea was shredded at the sight of amused amber, the teen’s eyes shimmering mockingly. He blushed again, firmly casting pale blue away from the boy. It was only his first day of active counseling and he could already tell that his work was going to be difficult.

The raucous beeping of the alarm blared through the room; the figure huddled under the covers grunting in aggravated laziness. A pale limb extracted itself from the warmth of the blankets and slammed onto the snooze button, the obnoxious noise finally, if temporarily, silenced. Grumbling irritably, the bed-ridden body stirred, a thin teen emerging from the cocoon of sheets. Lithe fingers scrambled across the nearby table, clumsily stumbling along the surface to find a set of glasses. As soon the tips reached the black frames, they curled around them, gently pulling them to the half-awake human.

He sighed as everything returned to focus, blinking amber eyes in slight, familiar relief. He pushed himself up, resting back on his forearms. He groaned as he rolled his shoulders, stiff muscles protesting their relocation. He ignored the minor ache and stretched his arms above his head, something cracking as it was moved. Sighing again, he brought them back down, finally forcing himself to leave the comfort of his bed.

He stumbled his way to the bathroom, his body’s coordination slowed with sleep-induced awkwardness. He eventually made it there, nearly only falling once. He quickly set about stripping his nightclothes, pausing to set a towel out as he started to adjust the water in the shower. As soon as he gauged the temperature as being adequate, he got in, speedily reaching out for the soap. Minutes later, he washed off the lather, his hands next questing for the bottle of shampoo.

Barely twenty-five minutes had passed before he was done, quietly walking back to his room. He immediately slipped his glasses back on, dull eyes peering uninterestedly at his surroundings. He unconsciously sneered to himself, disgusted with something beyond what he was seeing. He stalked angrily to his closet, roughly tugging the door open. He stared heatedly at the collection of shirts and pants, mostly consisting of dark, dreary colors. He smirked wrathfully, grabbing a random top and pair of bottoms before stomping back over to his bed, where he recklessly threw the clothes into an unruly heap.

He chanced a glance at the mirror, stilling his enraged movements for a second. He slowly walked over to the mirror, hollow amber focused intensely on his reflection. He halted inches from the glassy surface, casting a critical, self-loathing glare over himself. His eyes were apathetic, lacking any visible emotion. At his sides, his hands tightened into fists, blunt nails digging into pale flesh. His entire body tensed, his mind spiraling darkly as he recognized the close resemblance he held to his father. He grimaced, turning around to put the image behind him.

He viciously tore the towel away from his waist, naked as he marched his way to his bureau, seething as he wrenched a drawer open. He bared his teeth as he rifled through the contents, the ugly expression never wavering even when he removed what he’d been looking for. As he pulled the boxers up his legs, he took a few moments to at last calm himself down. Staying clouded like this wouldn’t be a very good idea.

As the elastic band settled around his hips, his mind wandered back to what he had felt earlier, despite his efforts to remain stoic. His face twisted into a harsh grin, amber glinting as an idea came to him. If he didn’t want to be reminded of the likeness he shared with his father, he had the perfect way to distract himself. His smile turned crazed as he slid the boxers back down his legs, kicking them off as he advanced back toward his bureau. Slim hands dug back into the previous drawer, this time carefully seeking out what he was searching for. His eyes glittered as fingers found the silky fabric, quickly removing the object from the drawer.

After he’d put on the new pair of underwear, he rifled through more of the drawers, meticulously choosing what to wear. He slowly tugged the fabric up to his hips, shifting so that it settled more comfortably. Once he was sure it wasn’t going to move, he pulled the mesh undershirt onto his chest. After that, a navy blue t-shirt was put over the mesh, the insignia of the Irken Armada stenciled onto the thin cloth.

He walked over to his closet, rifling through what laid on the floor, giving a chuckle as he dragged black and white striped stockings back over to his bed. He sat down on the scattered blankets and pulled them on. He finished up with what he needed done and set off for school, only a distant part of him uneasy. He had done this before, after all.
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Pale blue eyes were tired as Dwicky placed the last of his possessions into his new desk, still getting settled back in as the High Skool’s counselor. Giving a gratified sigh, he leaned back into his padded chair, his aching shoulders welcoming the softness. He took a deep breath as his eyes wearily closed, the stress of the pass few days overcoming him. He was lightly dozing when the door to his office was pushed open, the old hinges protesting the movement. The loud squeak had him rocketing out of his dreams, blearily staring at the figure in the doorway. Still influenced by drowsiness, he took in the barest of details before speaking. “Miss, why don’t you take a seat?” There was a snicker from the supposed girl as she walked to the seat, setting her bag onto the floor.

At the sound of schoolbooks hitting the floor, his awareness began to return, prompting him to realize his mistake. His face flushed as he stared at Dib, gaze inevitably drawn to what the teen was wearing. The red in his cheeks flamed as he noticed the grey and black plaid pleated skirt, the striped stockings doing nothing to distract from the slender thighs and legs they covered. His hastily moved his eyes upward, light blue trailing over the Irken symbol shirt, pale flesh seen through the mesh underneath. His gaze skittered away as his thoughts wandered away, traveling dangerously close to an impure place. Deciding to look somewhere that was semi-face, he roved his stare over the boys’ face. Dark eye shadow brought out his amber eyes, already standing out due to the fact that he wasn’t wearing glasses, having instead opted for contacts.

He coughed to hide his embarrassment, idly hoping Dib hadn’t noticed how long he’d been staring. That idea was shredded at the sight of amused amber, the teen’s eyes shimmering mockingly. He blushed again, firmly casting pale blue away from the boy. It was only his first day of active counseling and he could already tell that his work was going to be difficult. It didn’t help that Dib would have to visit daily. He shuddered as he pushed the thought away, for the moment trying to find the best way to begin to analyze the teen before him. He could only do his best to help.

PADR

death_fairy01 — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:45:58 GMT

Wow, its been a while since I last posted. Anyway, I just finished another claim for 1sentence; this time for Purple x Dib. All of the sentences are hint type of things for what is to come later in Magnetic Atrocity. Enjoy!

Title: PADR
Author: death_fairy01
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Blood, slash, insanity
Summary: Fifty glimpses into the developing relationship between Purple and Dib.
1. Ring: His mother had a ring that he had always seen her with; it once had been a polished silver but gradually became tarnished; he often thought back to that ring and knew he had learned something from it- nothing shines for long; that is how he knows that Purple’s fascination with him will eventually fade.

2. Hero: Dib had aspired to being a hero and Zim’s arrival seemed to be the perfect chance; if only he had known how he would end up- broken, twisted to incurable madness- he could have better prepared; still, he was too far gone to care and discarded his old views, embracing the game he had started with the alien leader.

3. Memory: The mere thought of her is enough to make him shudder; the not quite dreams he has of her are chilling in their sense of déjà vu; her whispers, when waking or not, will never leave him: “I know what’s wrong with you. I know what you’re doing. That thing has you. It’ll never let go and you won’t want it to.”

4. Box: It’s fascinating, the creature thinks, to see what the things are doing; it taunts the ruby one in its cell, the terror the prisoner exudes delicious; it merely watches the violet and amber, primitively sensing that they’re hurting each other fine on their own; it notices that both the ruby and amber are powerful, in different ways, even if they are stuck in metal boxes.

5. Run: After he had stolen the kiss from the Tallest, he sat delightedly on his bed; he was content, for his earlier boredom was gone and it was amusing that Purple had to run away from his very presence; it was obvious from the look in his violet eyes that, no matter how far he fled, Purple would be back again.

6. Hurricane: The harsh gusts whipped viciously into his face, drops of water blowing along within the wind; as he watched strong vegetation bowing in the gale, he turned to his companion, violet eyes shielded by protective goggles, and was silenced by the enthrallment glittering in amber.

6. Wings: The Taranian Queen towered above them, the evidence of her royal inheritance spread at her back, violet blood staining the black ground; amber gazed at the grotesque, leathery wings with disgusted admiration, while violet eyes stared with trepidation at his companion; both flinched when fierce gold blazed at them, alight with mocking knowledge.

7. Cold: Irkens, in general, were logical and held only a belief in methodology; humans were the opposite, ruled by their impulses and emotions; it is only natural for humans to see the clinical Irkens as cold, while the Irkens see humanity as a collection of foolishness; it is ironic that the one human was icy in his isolation, while the Tallest was burned by his unknown passions.

8. Red: He has seen detailed reports on human anatomy, his obsession fueling his research; despite this knowledge, he’s still surprised when the wounded captive bleeds red, the blood disturbing in its brilliance and quantity.
9. Drink: The scarlet fluid flowed through the glass, reflecting darkly in violet eyes; he stared blankly at it, the blood-red surface acting as a tainted mirror, the images cast back eerily distorted: he could see, and feel, the elation, and later pain, as he was placed in power; he could see the destruction done by Zim in the first campaign; and last, broken amber flashing with depraved intensity.

10. Midnight: Back on Earth, Dib had enjoyed laying on his home’s roof, staring at the nighttime sky; while he was living one of his dreams- being amongst the stars- he was too damaged to find any thrill in it; he had no choice but to replace his midnight pleasure with a new one- tormenting Purple.

12. Temptation: The human smiled malevolently, amber glimmering with bright mirth; though he knew the expression to be entirely false, he couldn’t help wishing it was real; the cheer in Dib’s eyes, no matter how fake, was startlingly addictive.

13. View: The Massive had an enormous amount of windows, the darkness of space glowing through the panes; even contained in a once lab, Dib had a small viewing point to gaze at the stars, and he still, despite his madness, held his childhood fascination with the black vastness; he would turn his back to that one source of wonder whenever the violet-eyed Tallest came for a visit.

14. Music: He could hear the tune in his head, the melody a constant repetition of something he’d listened to long ago; occasionally, he would hum it aloud, prompting violet eyes to gaze at him with sharp intensity.

15. Silk: His voice was soft, manipulative, as it stole through his mind and flowed over his skin; the words were vaguely meaningless, their importance something he could not grasp; “I’ve seen far too much of Death to appreciate it.”

16. Cover: As he joined Red back in the main control room, he self-consciously rubbed a hand over his mouth; it was almost as if he were trying to hide something from his co-ruler, even though the human’s presence was far from them.

17. Promise: Violet eyes were wide with horrified shock as they watched the lights shooting across the horizon; Purple turned in their shared space, his gaze locking with amber; the human shrugged at the other’s desperate confusion, “At least things will be interesting from now on.”

18. Dream: As a smeet, Purple had shared something in common with most of his fellow Irkens- a desire to be powerful; that aspiration was reached at his coronation, the masses cheering their reverence; now his infrequent sleep is filled with images of fire, shrieks, and the strange sound of a nearly innocent mind breaking, the shards tainting amber.

19. Candle: The dim light of the console flickered across his face, glaring over his glasses; in the half-light, he stared at the resting Tallest, idly thinking that the flickers cast would be the same by candle light.
20. Talent: Zim had a knack for annoying all those he came in contact with, while Dib was renowned for how nerve wracking his insane rants were; now the two are drastically different- Zim silent in his cell, Dib smirking in restless madness; Purple also has something uniquely his own- the ability to distract an idle mind from its self-destructive musings.

21. Silence: There are times when the human will refuse to speak, doing nothing but staring mockingly at him; he no longer finds that unsettling; now he’s disturbed with how he is beginning to understand, become comfortable with the long moments of silence.

22. Journey: She smiled in concerned bemusement, watching the two mismatched companions as they advanced on their quest; she can see that they are, despite appearances, going to have one hell of a ride.

23. Fire: At first, the images were blurred, opaque; suddenly, with a breathtaking swiftness, they came into focus, forming into a crystal clear picture; he could feel the heat from the flames, hear the crackles, and see the human, staring with horrified disbelief at the blazing holocaust, hellish lights reflected in glass.

24. Strength: Red was the one that usually handled all the truly difficult decisions, leaving Purple to make all the ridiculous demands he wanted; now, he has found an inner resolve, one that whispers dark promises in his mind, telling him to take what he wants; there are times when the quiet voice makes it nearly impossible to even think of the captive.

25. Mask: After the encounter with the Queen, he came to a realization about his companion; the madness, possibly, was merely a mask for the human’s pain, a way to protect him from having to confront just what it was that he had lost; of course, he could be wrong.

26. Ice: The depths of space are freezing, the automatic temperature control the only thing keeping them from the outside cold; that is nothing compared to the chill he gets when the human smiles at him, his blood turning icy in his veins.

27. Fall: There are Irken laws for about everything- rank, interaction, strategy, and interspecies relations; however, there was nothing about falling for an alien individual; it was probably because something like that should have been blatantly obvious; doesn’t help him deal with his growing feelings for the human.

28. Forgotten: Once in a while, Dib will silently reminisce, sorting his memories into ordered, less chaotic groups; often, he is aware of things he has nearly forgotten- Gaz’s tenacity, his father’s neglect, his mother- and that prompts him into a stoic, angry withdrawal; at those times, violet regards him with dim concern, curiosity also swirling within.

29. Dance: Purple stared at the alien leader with bewildered fear, violet eyes wide; Dib laughed with gleeful mocking, tugging the Irken Tallest into an easy dance, amber bright with pleasure at the other’s discomfort.

30. Body: To his shocked disbelief, he often finds himself watching the human as he dresses, inquisitive violet roving over the pale flesh; he tries to quell his embarrassment by dismissing his observations as mere clinical consideration.

31. Sacred: Dib holds few things sacred- his own thoughts, motives, and remembrances- and is quick to lose his temper if he sense any violations of those things; Purple doesn’t know this, but speedily recognizes the triggers of Dib’s anger, learning when to press and when not to.

32. Farewells: Dib never got a chance to say goodbye to any of the people he had known; instead, he gives farewells in his own mind, picturing how they would have responded to the words; while the process is sometimes amusing, it also makes him a little crazier, prompting him to play more viciously with Purple.

33. World: “Your world lives, thrives, while mine is dead, obliterated”- harsh, stale breath fans across jade skin-“somebody is going to pay for that”- an equally fierce kiss, rage fuelling the passion.

34. Formal: He watches as the Irkens fall over themselves to please their leaders, those taller than themselves; he snickers to himself at the behavior, reflecting that his own interaction with one of the Tallest is anything but proper, as he always treats the visitor with disrespect, manipulating all situations to his advantage.

35. Fever: Amber glints at him, delirium burning within them; when the human smiles softly at him, he has to remind himself that the sickness is to blame.

36. Laugh: Dib is laughing at something again, amber darkened with sadistic cheer; unbidden, he shivers, idly wondering if he’ll ever hear the other giving good-natured laughter.

37. Lies: “I’ve done a hell of a lot of things, Purple, but I’ve never hidden behind lies; I omit stuff, yes, but I don’t lie.”

38. Forever: His breathing begins to falter and as blackness presses into the corners of his vision, his thoughts wander to Purple, his mind foggily recalling something he had once said to the Irken ruler; “Nothing lasts forever, not even your beloved Empire.”

39. Overwhelmed: Everything is happening too fast- the humans continue to rebel, Lai’s research is out of control, and the Dib is terrifying-; is it any wonder that he finds comfort in the captive’s constant insanity, or that he responds to the chaos around him by giving in to something he knows he shouldn’t?; it’s not his fault, he’s just overwhelmed.

40. Whisper: Dib’s mouth is right next to his antennae, his oddly warm breath brushing against the stalks as he breathes; as he speaks, they shudder in response, the low tone of the words strangely pleasant; “What do you want?”; he doesn’t voice a retort, his mind blanked at the feel of the whisper.

41. Wait: Purple usually takes what he wants, when he wants it, whether its food or a weapons design; however, he needs more patience when dealing with the prisoner, even when a distant part of him just wants to pounce and demand the attentions it desires.

42. Talk: Once, for no reason he can comprehend, he asks the human a question he later knows is dangerous; “What’s it like to have no planet to return to?”; at the time, he is surprised at the veiled, burning retaliation; “What would you do if you could never go back to Irk? If you couldn’t physically visit your home? Until you know what that feels like, you leave me the hell alone.”

43.Search: “Just what is that you want?” They both stare at the Taranian, both wondering whom she’s speaking to, while the answers play in both their minds.

44. Hope: Cadaverous golden eyes burned at the human, the oddly proud slave grinning with contentious scorn; “I have something to strive for. You have nothing. What keeps you going?”- Dib surprised both her and Purple with his response, his shoulders lifting in a callous shrug; “If you must know, its vengeance. Someone will pay for what’s been done to me”- violet shuddered at the bland declaration, a strange concern washing over the Tallest.

45. Eclipse: Amber stared at the eclipsing satellites with wonder, glinting with excitement; violet narrowed with slight boredom, though a glimpse at the human prompted a newfound interest in the phenomenon.

46. Gravity: The human grinned with mad abandon, amber eyes bright with eagerness; violet eyes widened as the human sped the ship to dangerous speeds, the vessel cutting through space; as Dib laughed, it was apparent that the gravity of the situation was unnoticed in his insanity.

47. Highway: He unconsciously held his breath as they passed through the busy space highway, a multitude of vessels speeding through space; as soon as they bypassed the scouts, he sighed in relief, flashing his companion a weary smile without giving it much thought.

48. Unknown: He gazed at Dib as he slept, watching as the thin chest rose and fell with each even breath; he didn’t understand the human at all, and suspected that he never would.

49. Lock: Amber gazed at him with an emotion he couldn’t decipher, the odd look shifting something uneasily in his stomach; he gasped as he was pushed back into the room, the metal door slamming shut and locking milliseconds later, the human now lost to him.

50. Breathe: At the sight of the massive pools of crimson, he shook, antennae flattening in denial; as he neared the mangled, still form, he forgot how to breathe, his heart freezing in his chest.

drive by update

virescens — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 21:39:46 GMT

Name: Divide
Author: Veira
Rating: T
Warnings: Blood, language
Summary: Even within a species, there is a division between normal and alien. A search to find acceptance in this fact. Future fic. ZADR.

Chapter 3: Break

Links to previous chapters within the post.

Ficc reccs~

senri — Mon, 07 Aug 2006 02:37:27 GMT

Hay guyz~ I thought I'd take a few moments to tip people in the direction of one of my favorite obscure Zimfics. This baby is way old, weird, and full of hefty imagery; but if you have an hour to sit down and the patience to be wowed by it and really think about what the girl's saying, it's an amazing story. A standard that I look at when ficcing. *dorky laugh* So.

Title: Constancy
Author: Waffles
Rating: R
Genre: Angst / Supernatural
Warning: Been a while since I sat down and read through it, but I seem to remember some gore and generally squicky imagery, language, and Dib has some serious issues in here. Also, figuring out the point of the fic may make your head explode. <3 But it's worth it!
Summary: "There is no ZIM. There never has been." -- to quote the author herself... If I was to elaborate, I'd say that this is a
story that encompasses Dib's struggle to understand himself, and to figure out who he really is in a world that is utterly hostile to him and where his supposed rivalry with Zim became both an escape and a way for Dib to express his own disgust with himself and animosity to the world around him.

Sample:

“Fools! I am ZIM! ZIM of the Irken Elite! Mighty Invader of-”

“Just shut up ZIM,” Dib muttered, “No one cares. They know who you are. They know who I am, and we’re here just for that reason.” He sat at one corner of a dark, domed room, laced densely with the sinew of thick purple conduits. It was one of the more neglected cells, exposing so much of its mechanism, but the would-be Invader and the alien who pursued him did not fall high on the agenda of Irken concerns. The wiring strung high into the shadows like tethers sinking into water. Something amidst the web hummed concisely as it skittered into a
position amidst the metal ducts where it could watch them more closely. Dib’s head lay on his knees, staring blankly ahead of him.

There was a trembling gloss in the alien’s red eyes, antennae shivering against his head. He leapt across the confinement, seizing the human by the throat. “You’re no friend of mine, Dib!” the alien snarled, “No friend of mine!” His mouthed contorted with repulsion, his finger points digging into the taut flesh of the human neck.

The boy’s teeth grated with disgust, pressing a bladed stare through the smooth red orbs of the creature gripped panickedly at his throat. He drew a harsh, bating breath an hissed to him quietly, “You’re no friend of mine either ZIM. But, it seems like we’re just stuck together.” He planted a foot in ZIM’s organs, wrenching the fingers from his neck. “This was your stupid idea, ZIM. ‘I moved the Earth!’ Yeah, you moved it straight into your own planet’s orbit! No wonder they love you here, ZIM! Here you are dragging the wildlife home with you!”

The alien’s eyes thinned to bright stained shards. His arms trembled with rage, twisting his shoulders into a motion like laughter. “You waste of human surplus!” he rasped, lips hooked down into a sneer, “You tainted, backward animal of your meek and pathetic planet, think you can understand the workings of a mighty and profound society like that of Irk? You don’t even comprehend-”

“Daddy.”

“Eh?” ZIM’s tirade unraveled, winding into dumb shock. “Who-? I- What’s this?”

“Daddeee,” the tiny Irken trilled, calling through the invisible barrier sheeted over the narrow white haze of the exit. She peered inside with the pronounced glare of an immature concentration, the young alien’s wide pink eyes lit with purpose and frustration. She chewed her lip and hopped twice, flapping her arms and pouting into the cage imperatively.

Dib stuttered, flailing for words. The concentration of his incredulity was torn between his fellow in confinement and the little alien girl. He choked out, “ZIM? This is your kid?”

“Er-” The alien stalked around the cage with the fervor of helpless confusion. “No. No!” He held out his palms as though to push the concept away, squinting in distress. “This Irken infant is no child of ZIM!” Suddenly struck by a thought, the alien frowned. “Hey... it
doesn’t even work like that! I know not of what you speak-”

“Daaaddeee!” The child had come to the end of the short span that was her patience. Small hands curled in fists, she swept simply through the barrier without the touch of resistance. She took a moment to stare disapprovingly at both, the Irken Invader and the human boy
crouched against the floor in equal states of alarm, then snatched Dib’s wrist in both hands.

“Daddy, c’mon!”

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...Okay - you might be scared, reading that last bit, thinking this fic is going to do something really awful to the canon that you know and perhaps love. ;p But all is not what it seems here. Really, go give it a try; everyone's wonderfully in character. This is a deliciously twisted, gritty fic.

Member's Story Update~

senri — Fri, 04 Aug 2006 06:02:08 GMT

Name: Souvenirs
Author: Senri
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General/Drama
Summary: Zim took a few things with him when he left earth...

HAY PUPPIES!!1!!! :D

I just updated - after months and MONTHS of radio silence - my story Souvenirs. With the lovely beta-ing help of laeladair. *pops open champagne*

If you'd like to read it, the new chapter is here: Game On.

If you'd like to start at chapter one: read Souvenirs, right here, right now.

EN-JOI~~~ :DDDDDD

(Comments disabled to encourage you to review there... wink wink, nudge nudge. Please?)

Story!

tapangowa — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 21:01:02 GMT

Yep, it's been a while, le sigh. But, I have a new fic! MWAH :D (Thank you death_fairy01 for betain'!)

Name: Cruel Affection-Ch 1
Author: tapangowa (Dib) and Paranormal-Phenomena(Zim)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst and a bit of romance
Warning: ZADR, Rape, gore and other bad things not for children.
Summary: 50 years into the furture and the irkens have become pets to the human race.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37027971/

Devil's Fool Member's Story

death_fairy01 — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 07:46:19 GMT

Since it my birthday, I've decided to share the first part of this fic with everyone. Its not done and it probably is very bad. Oh well. Hope some of you enjoy it, at least.

Name: Devil's Fool
Autor: death_fairy01
Rating: T
Genre: Horror/Angst
Warning: Blood, Character death, vague symbolism
Summary: "You all were foolish. You actually thought that you could destroy dozens of worlds and escape unscathed?" Onyx blazed at him, mocking fire blazing in their depths. "It's a shame. If you'd left Earth alone, you might just have done it."
Devil’s Fool

Devastation was laid out before him, ash grey skies staring down apathetically. He was smirking with satisfaction, serrated teeth bared in pleasure. Ruby eyes glowed with grim pride, the Invader reveling in his destruction. Thin antennae twitched at the distant crackle of the burning fires, the flames casting grotesque shadows on the dust covered earth. As he began to march forward, one of the shades lengthened, shallow blackness stretching into a vaguely recognizable pattern. It stretched further, squat features moving into a more natural configuration. Thick, disproportioned limbs became disgustingly thin. A lithe torso emerged, the following neck and hands just as unnatural. Its transformation completed, the morphed shadow trailed after Zim, now in the appearance of something that greatly resembled a human.

He hummed lightly as he marched, eager eyes roving over the ruins surrounding him. His own base was all that remained intact, at least in the immediate area. He stared at it with a smug comfort, taking its presence as another testament to Irken superiority: it had withstood because it was Irken, and for no other reason. Rubies filled with cheer, he turned and continued on his makeshift quest. His victory wouldn’t be complete until he reached his destination.

Cyan orbs watched the Invader leave with empty laughter. The defective SIR unit smiled in glee and raced about the undamaged living room, leaping loudly onto the couch. GIR squealed and dived for the remote, becoming encased in the cushions as it searched for the machine. With another deafening screech it emerged, remote triumphantly in hand. Smiling again, it quickly pushed a button, waiting impatiently for the images to appear on screen. It frowned in disappointment when nothing materialized. “Aw, I wanted to watch the Monkey.” It pouted for another millisecond before returning to its normal hyper lightness. It tugged on its unnecessary disguise, the puppy hood falling over its metal face. It raced about the base’s lower floors, yipping almost like an excited dog. It stopped when something appeared in its path, gazing at the apparition with reckless abandon. Chilled amber stared down at the robot, lifeless and dulled. The figure bent down, its own face coldly close to the others.
“We’re coming” it whispered deadly, the tone flat and monotone. With a stiff smile, it vanished, blue-grey smoke left in its wake. GIR simply waved farewell, cyan scrunched in happiness.
“Bye, bye, big-headed boy.”
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Zim stood stock still, gazing contently around him. The street was littered with wreckage, frames of cars melted down to unrecognizable structures. Homes were torn asunder, roofs pulled free from the rest of the house, deposited yards away. Burnt holes covered the walls, only less in number to the myriad of broken windows, shattered for unknowable reasons. The glass was hidden in the grass, most likely responsible for a number of bloody footprints. Morbidly curious, he walked over to one of the bloody trails, peering down at the small marks. He glanced up and noted that the steps went on for another couple of feet, disappearing behind a nearby house. He followed them, the abundance of the crimson fluid growing with each movement. As he turned around to the back of the red home, he was greeted with the sight of a desolate garden, most of the plants now uprooted. A gnarled tree was still standing, its twisted branches reaching toward the derelict sky. A few shrubs were upright as well, though they were mostly reduced to smoking masses. He sneered at their bleak image and moved further on, the blood getting thicker.

At the trail’s end was a young girl, her body lying still on its side. A pool of blood had settled at the base of her skull, staining the bright blonde strands of her hair. Her purple shirt was torn, one of the sleeves disconnected at the shoulder. Her jeans were coated in crimson, especially near the bottom, her bare feet the most probable source. From his position, he was unable to see her face. He scowled as he circled around her, coming to a stop when her _expression was revealed to him. Her once lively eyes were dimmed, staring fearfully, uncomprehendingly, at the bleak sky. There was a single wound to her temple, the small hole only possible from a precise laser. ‘So, one of the others must have gotten her’. He frowned down at the corpse, slightly unsettled by the eyes that seemed to be focused upon him. He aggressively shook the thought away, dismissing it as a temporary lapse. As he walked back to the street, hollow hazel eyes watched, accusation glimmering in their depths.

He was glaring as he resumed his original intent, angry with himself for the previous distraction. If things hadn’t gone to plan, any amount of misplaced time could come back to haunt him. All through his walking, the neighborhood remained silent, not a sign of life present. That gave him a boost of confidence; that had been a part of the plan: no survivors. He smirked lightly, jade lips curling back in tainted mirth. There was no way this had failed, everything, finally, had gone on without a single glitch. He was chuckling when at last he reached his destination. The laser grid out front, enabled to prevent vandalism, to protect from the paparazzi, and rapid fans, was disabled. The windows were not lit, the house eerily still. One window was completely shattered, its sill and shutters crumpled in the dirt. He cackled at the positive evidence, quickly dashing to the front door.

As he made his way into the room beyond the door, it became clear how much violence there had been. An Irken soldier lay dead in the doorway to the kitchen, blank magenta eyes narrowed in desperate aggression. His limp fingers were wrapped around the trigger of his weapon, demonstrating how close he had come to a worthwhile defense. The burns around his eyes and down his arms were enough to give the cause of death. Zim growled lowly to himself, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. How dare the human kill a soldier!? Hopefully, his demise was worthy of his transgression.

On the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, he found a second corpse. This time, it was human, the hands and arms coated in emerald blood. One of the nails on her hands was torn off, leaving a gaping wound in its absence. Her clothes were almost shredded, the once black shirt barely managing to cover her chest. Her leather pants, as black as the shirt, were cut at one knee, a pale leg seen through the tear. Scarlet blood ran down her arms as well, both combining to stain the worn carpet. Amethyst hair hung in disarray, somehow without blood added. Her eyes, mercifully, were closed. Though he wouldn’t admit it, seeing those amber eyes glaring at him, even in death, wasn’t a comforting idea. He bypassed her, moving to go all the way up. He disregarded Gaz and left her there, not concerned, particularly, with what her fate had been.

As he moved down the upstairs hallway, he was aware of heaviness in the atmosphere. He shook it off and attributed it to stagnation of the air. He continued on, observing that portions off the walls were ripped, the bare wood of the wall beneath it visible. Pieces of the carpet were gone also, the edges of the gaps ragged and frayed. He ignored it and passed further down, halting at a familiar room. As he reached to turn the knob, his stilled, his breath coming in pants in his excitement. His antennae twitched, trying to account for the shift he had just sensed. They shuddered as the sound came again: giggling. Ruby eyes narrowed to slits as he wheeled around, peering about for the source. He became uneasy when he noticed nothing. Casting off his trepidation, he tugged the door open, stepping into the bedroom.

He slowly retracted his hand from the knob as he walked in, his boots leaving an echo in their wake. There was nothing but chaos before him. A smashed computer was trashed in the middle of the floor, a network of wires protruding from the busted casing. Curtains were ripped and tattered lumps of fabric, thrown onto the bed and across the entire room. The bed itself was in disarray, the sheets and blankets a tangled mess. The window was heavily cracked, the damage spreading over the entire surface. Photographs, many of him and GIR, were scattered about. There were also a few more Irken corpses. He snarled to himself; how could four Irkens fall to the inferior pig-beasts? He was hissing as he moved in farther, wincing when something crunched under his foot. He scowled and bent down, roughly picking the object from the floor. He stared, surprised, at what he held: black framed glasses, the lenses crushed beyond any point of use. He surveyed the room more closely; this meant Dib was near.

He glanced about him, giving every corner a finely tuned look. Rubies became sharp as he sighted the closed closet; would the human be cowardly enough to hide there? He smirked angrily, stalking over to the closet and brutally pulling it open. A pile of unused clothes fell to the ground, a bloodied rag among them. He blinked at that, his smirk tightening in fury. Dib-worm better not be alive. He cautiously picked it up, glowering venomously down at the material. The stain was old, definitely from long before today. He sighed in minute relief, viciously throwing the cloth away. He proceeded to leave the room, stealthily returning to the empty hallway.

His next choice was the door over to the right, the entrance already partly open. He shoved it the rest of the way and speedily made entry. This room was drastically different from the last one. It was covered in dust, giving off an unlived in feeling. There were footsteps obvious in the grey coat, drops of scarlet glittering in the dull light emitting from the doorway. He grimaced in distaste, moving further in with a drawn-out pace. As he walked, he glimpsed a series of pictures lined up in a neat row on a table. Consumed with a curiosity strangely similar to the one that led to the child’s corpse, he made his way over to them. The first was in a silver-plated frame, propped solidly at the table’s front. It showed a young woman, most likely in her early twenties, holding a baby boy. She was smiling, though her green eyes were deceptively bright, a hidden sadness burning in them. In the second, it was the same woman, her amethyst hair cut shorter. She held a baby girl in her lithe arms, tired eyes ringed by dark circles. In the third, this one encased within synthetic bronze, was a photo of three teenage girls, each wearing versions of a school uniform. In the middle of the group was a rose haired girl, pale azure eyes glimmering with joy. She had one of her arms around two girls, both with shades of purple hair. The one to her left was the woman from before, just displayed at an even younger age. Amethyst fell to her shoulders in twin braids, green eyes innocent and cheerful. To the pink girl’s right was another girl, her lavender hair coiled into tight curls, wrapping around her head like a crown. Her clover eyes were closed, her smile mindless and without emotion. As he saw the last of the photographs, he was oddly chilled, a shiver running unbidden down his spine. He seethed at his nerves and marched forward.

He found what he was searching for at the far wall, the body resting limply against it. Scarlet had run in thick rivers across the skin, staining it thickly and permanently. There were two pools of it on the floor, corrupting the cerulean carpet. The dark hair was dripping with blood, a few locks of it missing. The untamable scythe was drooping into the white face, blocking one amber eye. Zim took his time in walking over to Dib’s corpse, relishing in the proof of his final, successful bid for domination.

As soon as he was right at his former enemy’s side, he knelt down, smiling broadly in elation. He crooked a gloved claw beneath the pale chin and forced the head upward. Half-lidded, lifeless amber met with jubilant ruby. The Irken was smirking sinfully, leaning forward, as though he were going to share a private sentiment. “I win, Dib-fool. And you lose.” As he went to release his hold, the eyes snapped fully open, amber ablaze with haunting rage, all consuming vengeance. Both Dib’s dead hands dashed forward, blunt nails digging into jade skin through the Irken uniform. Forest green blood welled up from the indentations, the Invader gaping in horror at the Dib’s abrupt movements. He struggled wildly, desperate for freedom. He brought the grip, falling backwards from the force. The deceased teen rose to his feet, wobbling before regaining a proper balance, scythe lock still hanging in his face. The creature smiled insanely, sadistically as he moved to the alien, its feet squishing as they met the carpet.

He scrambled away, too stunned to be able to stand. He winced as he hit the wall, crawling into himself against the barrier. The thing kept moving towards him, his gait uneven and pained. He started to claw at the solidness at his back when the Dib was before him, crouching dreadfully close. His eyes widened as blue lips pulled back into a demented grin, bloodied teeth displayed to him. He shuddered in disgust, slithering further away. The human simply reached forward, his scarlet hands questing for him. He clenched his eyes closed as the hands reached for him…and stared as he found himself again kneeling before the human, his hands fisted at his sides. He blinked in confusion, peering disbelievingly at the unmoved corpse. His blood froze at the sight of the _expression; Dib, where he had before been grimacing, was now smirking. Looking at the change, he was suddenly afraid.
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They watched the bewildered Irken from the shadows, gold and vermilion shining cruelly. They turned to each other, vermilion nodding crisply to gold. The golden one stared evenly at vermilion before returning the gesture, silently allowing itself to begin the game.
“Screaming, scheming, they rave in the dark”
“Screaming, scheming, ranting something sinfully stark,” vermilion joined in. They smiled at one another when Zim jumped, gazing fearfully around himself.
“Bloodied souls screeching in twisted pain”
“Living, dying, hating, and loving again with strain.” The Invader glared at nothing, forcing himself to ignore the fear. Their smiles grew.
“Martyrs glowing with tainted purity”
“Are shadowed with devilish mockery.” He gritted his teeth, a low rumbling emitting from within his chest. They were absolutely gleeful.
“The Violated storm in contempt”
“It is they who will lead the attempt.” He had had enough. “Show yourselves. ZIM demands it!” They giggled in response.
“Murdered, delirious and crazed, weep and shout”
“Desiring freedom, a way out.” He hissed deeply, antennae flattening. “You dare to deny my greatness!?”
“The Betrayed, the very worst, join the Lost”
“Together, they reveal the cost.” He lost it, rubies eyes wild as he pulled viciously at the black stalks. “Show yourselves!” With a burst of power, they obliged.
“Screaming, scheming, they hunt their prey”
“Screaming, scheming, on the endless day.”
“Pity the souls cast astray, the unwilling sacrifice”
“The One alone will pay the price.”
“With a haunting yell they emerge and seek”
“Their victim, the source of the leak.”
“Screaming, scheming, we Sisters sing”
“As the Violator, the Murderer, is left a dead king.”
“Unredeemed, the King falls”
“Unredeemed, the King loses all.” They finished with a flourish, looking expectantly at the Invader.

Zim stared at them, antennae lowered defensively. He wasn’t remotely sure what to make of this. Two girls stood before him, clothed in something he had never seen, the style of their robes lost centuries ago. One had silver hair, her golden eyes mirror like, deceptively childish. Her Sister was the opposite; her hair was midnight black, her eyes an ancient vermilion. They both had mistrusting smiles, pensively waiting for him to speak once more. They were rewarded for their efforts. “Who are you? And why were you singing?” The question made their grins grow, eyes shimmering evilly.

Children of Death, of Demise
Telling nothing but Truths and bitter Lies.
Timeless, ageless, We Sisters are here
We are the One True Fear.
Before the Sky and the Sun
There was Us, having nothing but fun.
We whispered in the Garden, tainting foolish Eve
Oh no, poor thing is left alone to grieve.
Pride, Lust, and Greed, are all part of our tasks
Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, and Envy mere masks.
We are the Sisters of the Serpent Song, to which all begin
We are the Sisters of the Serpent Song, Heirs of Sin.

They laughed as they finished, staring the Invader dead in the eye. Rubies widened as a flurry of emotions ran through him, memories joining in the jumbled broadcast. He whimpered, falling to his knees, hands clenched at his temples. As the information settled, he shook, his body full of tremors. “What was that?” They smiled again, the vermilion one placing a finger to her lips.

We are the Sisters of the Serpent Song, revealing all that is Wrong
Oh, what do you know, We were here all along.

There was a sudden shift and they vanished, nothing giving evidence they had ever been there.
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Once the singing had first started, Zim frantically had searched for the source. His earlier scare had made him edgy and the weird encounter with the girls wasn’t helping him cope. He shakily started to walk down the stairs, blatantly moving around Gaz as he descended. He spared the dead soldier a momentary glance, bowing his head in a gesture of respect. The Irken had most likely died at Gaz’s hand, if the emerald blood had anything to say. He quickly left through the front door, stumbling down the front steps. He righted himself and continued on his path, strolling quickly through the deathly streets.

Unbeknownst to him, eyes watched from the darkness, black energy gathering in shadowed places. The growing swarm was mute, sunken orbs piercing through the gloom. They were only shades at this point, patiently biding their time. One, less wraith like mass, separated from the others and skittered oddly out into the dull light. It joined with another, which hadn’t ceased in its insistent trailing of the Invader. Together, they dogged the alien’s progress.

His boots disturbed the rubble, kicking wisps of dust and decay into the thickening air. He ignored most of it, pausing once to wipe a speck of dirt from his cheek. Rubies were clouded with thought, bright with intensity. ‘What did I see back at the Dib’s body? It couldn’t possibly have been real. It must have been some earthen anomaly. No member of the Irken elite would ever hallucinate.’ “Yes. It was some kind of…earthy disruption thingy. Nothing to worry about.” His mouth formed into a confident smile, assured with his declaration. He suppressed the whisper that hinted that this wasn’t the right conclusion.

He was nearing the end of the lane when the thing crashed into him, knocking him back. He growled angrily, glaring at the bowed figure, panting and hunched at the waist. Long tendrils of deep brown hair fell in front of its face, heavily tangled and knotted. He could hear its gasping breaths, rasping in and out of the lungs. He hissed at the human before him, reaching towards his pak to retrieve a weapon. A slot opened in the middle of the pak, ejecting a slim laser. He smirked as he withdrew the hand, gently placing a finger on the trigger. He roughly reached forward, aiming to twine fingers through hair. He was thwarted as the human skidded backwards, his fingers only skimming the length of hair. He glowered malevolently, growling as he aimed the laser impatiently, zealous in destroying all the humans once and for all.

She was swaying where she stood, body moving with a misguided sense of balance. She righted herself drunkenly, raising a hand to a cheek. She ran thin fingers along the flesh, grinning inanely to herself. She had felt the fleeting touch to her hair and peered up through the curtain it gave, tilting her head curiously when she realized what the Invader was doing. Seeing where the weapon was pointed, she laughed, hysterically and madly. She started to shake with humor, idly wrapping an arm around her stomach to attempt to regulate her breathing. She was gasping as her mood decided abruptly to change, her smile turning to a contemplating frown. Her sick eyes observed the Irken carefully, her vision being filtered through her broken mind. She froze as recognition set in, grey-green eyes widening in terror. “I know you,” she whispered, icy horror echoing in her words. “I know you!”

He had been prepared to fire, to kill her, when she started to laugh, the hysteria clear within it. But he had heard the underlying tones of dementia and halted, narrowing rubies as he warily waited for her to calm. Her emaciated shoulders shook with hilarity, her entire form trembling. He stiffened cautiously when she suddenly stopped, her own body becoming rigid. Darkly innocent grey-green locked with ruby, the former gleaming with terrified contempt. At her words, his antennae twitched, lowering slightly at her tone. He glared heatedly, fingers gripping the nearly forgotten laser, the weapon rising in aggression. “What are you talking about?” He gave the pretense of awaiting a response, boldly plotting to turn the situation in his favor.

She roughly shook her head, deep brown locks whipping almost fiercely into her face. She rocked back onto the balls of her feet, impishly smiling in horrid naïveté. She shakily pushed a rogue hair from her eyes, peering analytically at the Irken. Her thin body shuddered in increasing volumes, her lean chest stretching the once sky-blue of her shirt with heavy, strained breaths. She shivered again, her eyes clenching closed in some unknown fear. She whimpered to herself, long fingers twining through earthy brown. As quickly as the terror fit had come, it ended. She growled lowly, violently, wildly, bringing her nails down her cheekbones, angry red scratches left in their wake. She brutally continued the personal assault, stilling only when crimson trails dripped hauntingly down her face. She grinned with satisfaction when the crimson left her chin, dribbling to the tainted earth.

Zim stared uncomprehendingly at the sight laid out before him, the macabre self-mutilation oddly spell-binding. He was drawn to the glistening trails of crimson marring her flesh, the soon to be scars grotesque and fascinating. As she maintained the quirky smile, he stopped, rubies widening in bewildered alarm. Slowly, right before his eyes, the wounds closed, the deep gouges healing in minutes. He was chilled, a tremor racing down his spine, as it only had at the alteration of the Dib’s corpse. The girl’s grin flashed menacingly, a corruption bubbling beneath its surface. She placed clasped hands at her waist, bowing in mocking admiration. “You are the single most idiotic being to ever step foot on this planet.” There was a horrid beauty in her smile then.

He gritted in his teeth at the insult, his jaws locking under the affronted pressure. He kept his eyes focused on hers; somehow knowing that turning away would mean a defeat. Dull, cadaverous grey-green gazed steadily back, the madness within daring him to challenge it. He cast her another contentious look before he spoke. “You mock the might that is ZIM!?” She gave no reaction, except the slight increase to the curve of her smile. “Prepare to witness the power that is I, ZIM!” He speedily drew the laser upward, aiming then firing in the time of barely half a second. The focused energy hit her, throwing her ruthlessly to the ground.

He casually replaced the weapon back into his pak, confident that its job had been done. He marched over to the lightly smoking remains and gave the girl’s prone form a cursory glance. Satisfied with what he saw, he made to move on, halted unexpected by a grab on one of his ankles. He was pulled strongly backwards, the human using him as leverage to remove herself from the dirt. He hissed, attempting riskily to regain his own footing. She grunted in response, tugging even harder. They ended up with the Invader slumped, the girl kneeling on her hands and knees. She had, inexplicably, released her hold on his foot. Regaining his calm, he seethed at her, proudly moving to right himself. This time, she had latched herself onto his shirt.

Digging filth covered nails into the uniform, she grudgingly managed to get into a half standing squat, her knees residing on the ground as her weight was held precariously by her hold. The alien tried to push her away, the shift in position only threatening to unbalance him as well. Taking advantage of his sudden disorientation, she forced her way into his face, cool breath fanning out onto his cheeks. “You let her out,” she alleged, regretful grief flowing through her at the mention of the appalling act. As rubies burned with confused rage, she smirked insanely, grey-green glittering with corruption. “You damned bastard. You set her free!” Her condemnation ringing around them, blasphemous blame settling coldly on Zim.
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Member's story - contest entry

senri — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 06:27:08 GMT

Name: Antipan Complex
Author: Senri
Rating: G
Genre: ...Gen, I suppose.
Warning: If you are looking for it I suppose you might see TAGR. =/
Summary: Gaz hasn't grown up yet.

The thing about Gaz is she thinks she is so tough, because she can spit and snarl at the little world she paddles through and escape unscathed. She thinks that at sixteen she has grown up. Tak knows only a little about humans but she stills knows better than this and so she itches to break the delusion.

Gaz wears heavy boots with heels that could break heads. She walks around and imagines crushing cities. She was meant to be born in another time, as another gender; rampaging with the Huns, with the Romans, making conquests. Tak sniffs around the edges of Gaz's life, saying hello to Dib, eating lunch at their table. Dib is suspicious but friendly; he likes her, and he is very lonely, but earth is always on his mind. Gaz's shoulders slouch mountainous. She ignores the world in favor of her Gameslave. When Dib wanders away, Tak leans over. Waits for the human girl's attention. "Play a game with me," she mocks.

...

The three of them walk home together. Gaz headed to the Membrane house accompanied by Dib who is going to split off towards Zim's house in a few minutes, both of them followed by Tak who is simply bored and has nothing that comes to mind as better to do.

Tak likes Dib, in a way - she takes pride in him. His private war with Zim has honed and improved him. He balances very well in a highly dangerous playing field: between two Irkens who are enemies themselves. A precarious spot indeed.

Gaz is just interesting: a child who thinks she is an adult. A girl playing at being grown. Tak looks forward to the day when Gaz fetches up headlong against life and finds that it is tougher than she thought.

...

Ahaha. It's so short. Buuut I kinda like it nonetheless. It relates to "in women's clothing" (at least in my mind) because Gaz is a girl in women's clothing here - she hasn't really grown up and she isn't as tough as she thinks. Kthxgoodbai. :D

Another picture

mayurasan — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 19:45:30 GMT

IZ picture ^_^ For some reason on some computers the black doesn't show up properly with the background sooooo... if you can't see the black parts, there is a version without the background in the scraps section.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36412190/

This is the story of a girl... who is, um, a member.

senri — Fri, 14 Jul 2006 18:04:56 GMT

Name: Microcosm
Author: Senri
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst I guess, though I've tried to keep it from being gratituous. =/
Summary: “My whole life,” he said, “I was waiting for you.”

this place is a prison.

I don't know. =/ I don't think this really captured Dib but today's theme - "I can't stop hungering for otherness" - just SHOUTED of him to me. Sooo. I gave it a try, at least.

Member's story

senri — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 18:22:02 GMT

Name: Colorblend
Author: senri
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Warning: DATR
Summary: "Tak walked up close behind him. Pursed up her falsely human lips and kissed the fishbelly pale patch of skin on back of his neck."

a cut faker than Tak's affection

hope you enjoy. ;)

Fanart

mayurasan — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 17:53:15 GMT

I've done some more IZ sketches. You can check them out here if you'd like to:

http://mayurasan.deviantart.com/

Fanfic!

tapangowa — Fri, 07 Jul 2006 19:24:39 GMT

Hello! Here I, your loving enemy, give you random spewing of words that I just forgot to put here, cuz I'm a dumb loser face! :D Okay, here we go now!

Name: If you were Gay
Author: tapangowa
Rating: G
Genre: Parody, sonfic thing
Warning: accusing Red of being gay, and I think that's it (RAPR?)
Summary:A story of complete nonsense involving the Tallest and a singalong.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2981363/1/