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insolent fool boy! it's a skin condition. (rp blog for invader zim (and gir), written by morty. more muses are located at mereologicalmuses.)

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( WOOOO i got back into this blog i didnt think id be able to YIPPE!!! hello those who remain... hyperfixation wheel has landed on zim again so u can now find me at @doomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoom "morton did you have to use the max character limit for the new blog url thats so obnoxious" and that is exactly why i had to do it. )

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( promo for my sillay iz guys! i hate making promos because i get overwhelmed but im desperate for active cartoon & video game blogs. i offer you: green guys who will probably make you miserable. have fun! rules and links in pinned, ily. my name, age, and pronouns are unknowable. this is a ploy to make you read my pinned because just like zim (ha) i'm an incredible genius )

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( WOOOO i got back into this blog i didnt think id be able to YIPPE!!! hello those who remain... hyperfixation wheel has landed on zim again so u can now find me at @doomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoomdoom "morton did you have to use the max character limit for the new blog url thats so obnoxious" and that is exactly why i had to do it. )

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zimdibandgir‌:

“Yes, sir!” If GIR wasn’t wearing his comfy disguise, Zim would see his eyes glow red as he saluted once the order was given. In an instant, GIR ran off to grab some fresh hot cocoa for his master, as his programming commanded him to, and the little android was back just about as soon as he left. “Here ya gooooo~” He sang cheerfully. “Nice and extra chocolatey!!”

                 “EXCELLENT!” Once Zim was presented with a tray of hot chocolates, he immediately gripped one of the mugs in hand before suddenly screeching at the top of his lungs in pain as he realised just how hot it was, sending the mug falling to crack on the floor.

“Eh, I’ll leave the transportation up to you, GIR. NOW-” He paused in a somewhat dramatic fashion as he retrieved his wig and eye contacts, slipping them on and kicking open the front door with his foot. 

“Lead me to these hideous carolers, GIR.” It wasn’t that Zim couldn’t find them on his own, more that most humans looked and acted exactly the same in his eyes, so tracing down a specific demographic might be a bit tricky without GIR’s help- not that he would admit that.

[gyerangyeran]

This took me like a week or smth but I finally finished it..

I Hate Delivery 

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@mochimuses || continued 4 months later....

               The infuriated noise that left Zim was somewhere between an animalistic growl and a child screaming at the top of their lungs when they didn’t get their way. If someone were to, say, try to quote it in writing, they would have a rather hard time doing so, as no combination of letters in any known language could accurately portray his searing rage. In a way, it was sort of impressive that such a horrible and loud noise could come from something so... little.

“No IRKEN would be squashed so easily.” The comparison to a bug, however, wasn’t too far off. The antennae, the large compound eyes, even the high-tech legs of their PAK could be likened to the multiple legs of certain species of insects and arachnids, but other than appearances and certain anatomy, they were practically nothing alike. “How DARE YOU compare our MIGHTY RACE to something so... so... LITTLE and FEEBLE and SSSTUPID! AND I AM NOT SMALL!!!” As if to prove a point, he crawled up to stand on the table between them, haphazardly shoving all sorts of papers off of it in the process. He even went out of his way to spitefully kick a mug off, hearing it shatter as whatever beverage it contained surely spilled all over the floor.

“You speak as if you know us, yet you know NOTHING of our hierarchy. My talents are being utilized COMPLETELY and FULLY. I may not be the TALLEST, but I do not HAVE TO BE in order to gain RESPECT.”

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phztwo‌:

          “uh…right..yes!  i’m the dad and that mean’s i’m always in charge no matter what!” he felt as though this was going to be a good thing, just for the three of them to be a family–sure they had the robotic parents, but they were more for show than anything. it was also nice to see that gir was happy about this small change in dynamic. 

          “hmm, yes i suppose sprinkles would be a good idea to use while baking cookies. what colors do you have?” they also needed to figure out what kind of cookies they were going to make, that seemed like the most important step in this whole process. 

           “yous can be the daddy AND the leader. IF WE WAS ON A SHIP YOUD BE THE PIRATE CAPTAIN AND WE’D FIND ALLLLLL THE TREASURE!!!” perhaps he was getting a little carried away, assigning another role for zim to fill, but the dad part was definitely more important than the pirate part. gir would choose to be zim’s son over his pirate lackey any day, even though pirates were super cool and super fun. family was just even more fun.

“OH i haves every color! i gots GREEN and PINK and PURPLE and YELLOW and BLUUUE and GREEN and GREEN and RED and ALL OF EM.”

[zimdibandgir]

Partners of Doom

((Closed starter for @invaderofdoom​))

It was a science class just like any other. Dib already knew the material they were discussing in class, so he was only half paying attention, staring out the window as he fantasized about bringing Zim to an autopsy table.

He’d be given awards, interviews, a whole episode on Mysterious Mysteries. Maybe even his own show on paranormal investigation!!

“Alright, class!” Ms. Bitters’ jarring voice snapped him out of his little daydream and back to the classroom.

“Today you’ll be assigned project.” She stated as she handed out the rubric to each student. "They’ll be due Friday. It’s a group project, so no slacking off!!” The whole class cheered at the notion of getting to work in groups, meanwhile, Dib looked down at the rubric. He personally hated group projects, seeing as nobody ever wanted to be with him. He’d be lucky if he could be in a group with Melvin, or Keef, or even Gretchen, and even then, he’d most likely be the one doing all the work! 

Looking over the rubric only made him dread the project. It was definitely a lot for one person to get done by Friday. Dib raised his hand, “Ms. Bitters? It’s Wednesday. Don’t you think this is a little short notice fo–” "Life’s filled with short notices, get used to it, Dib!”

"Aki, do you wanna be my partner?!” Sara asked the classmate that sat in front of her. "Nobody is choosing their partners!!” Ms. Bitters yelled. "Awwwww!” The class collectively whined.  "You will all be assigned your partners.” Well, that was good, Dib thought, at least then he wouldn’t get stuck with somebody who wouldn’t do the work. "Zita, you will be working with The Letter M. Keef, you’ll be working with Melvin. Gretchen, you’ll be working with Willy.” The class could hear Willy’s laughter at the announcement, as well as a fart. “Zim, you will be working with Dib.”

“What?!”

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               It was towards the end of the skoolday- a time of day Zim had grown to loathe. Every minute that passed seemed to go by slower and slower, the clock on the classroom wall visibly mocking him with its painfully leisurely movements. It was as if the simple machine knew what he was waiting for, and refused to give it to him. When Zim ruled this pitiful planet, that clock would be the first to go. It would receive a torture unlike any clock has ever seen, and when it had finally had enough, he would give it to GIR to do whatever it was GIR did with things. Whatever it was, he knew the clock would hate it, whether it was sentient or not. That’s what it got for denying him his freedom.

Ms. Bitters droned on in the background as Zim glared at the time, rhythmically softening and tightening his grip on the pencil in his hand with anticipation. Children cheered, and the Irken refused to avert his attention from his foe, refusing to so much as blink as the second hand slowly made its way around the clock. The previously happy children whined in response to something, and still, he stared at the clock.

Finally, Zim heard his name, and the pencil in his hand snapped with a sharp cracking sound as he was brought back to reality, spinning his head around just in time to hear Dib let out an agonized protest. “Eh? What about Zim?” It took him a bit to process what had happened, eyes darting around the room to see pairs of children clumping together and discussing project ideas until his eyes drifted back to the distressed look on Dib’s face. Upon realising his fate, he let out a panicked screech, climbing to the top of his desk to establish an air of power and authority. 

“You expect ME to work with HIM? ZIM NEEDS NO SUCH ‘PARTNER’!” As if he’d never climbed on top of the desk and started to scream, he sat back down in his chair, politely folding his hands across the desk in front of him. “So, as you can see, there’s no need to assign me a partner. I will be doing my project alone and it will be amazing.” Especially not someone as stupid as Dib. Unfortunately, this incredible argument didn’t seem to hold up to Ms. Bitters.

“Quiet, Zim. You will all be doing your projects with your assigned partners. No exceptions.” The bell rang as soon as she was finished speaking, as if the cursed clock had just been waiting to damn Zim to his terrible fate before allowing Skool to end. “Now go home. You’re all terrible. All of you.” With their teacher’s final words, children began to gather their things and make their way to the door, but all Zim could do was clutch angrily at the corners of his desk, glaring at Dib with an obvious hatred in his eyes.

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madeavow‌:

“It means we are going to launch you across lake lilac with nothing but  a bungee cord and a barrel!” 

“ohhhhhhhhhhhh OKAY!!!!! can we do it now??? I WANNA GO NOW!!!”

[madeavow-archived]

my name is Edward Pikeman, and welcome to jackass 

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“WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! .........................what that mean?”

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infestationofmuses‌:

     Hornet looked at the stranger, and assumed his name was Zim with what he said. It wasn’t the WORST disguise that could be made. But that skin. It was GREEN for crying out loud. Humans didn’t have green skin, no matter what. At least from her own research on humans.

     She narrowed her eyes at him and then gestured at him. “You know, humans have made skin paint and such. You can use it for your green skin and blend in better.” Strange, he stuck out like a sore thumb, yet no one seemed to bother with this invader? Maybe in this universe, humans were dumber than normal.

     “I agree on that. None are worthy opponents and die of blood loss rather easily. There’s only very few smart humans I have come across. But most are just… a maggot is smarter than them.” Mentally she told herself, no offense to the maggot brothers that were with the team.

                    He squinted at her initial suggestion, a look of obvious disgust creeping across his face. “Why would I cover myself in such a nauseating substance when the humans believe my incredibly constructed lie of having a skin condition.” He would cover himself in glue when necessary to protect himself from the toxic chemicals in the Urth’s water, but the thought of drenching himself in paint was both revolting and completely unnecessary. "I already have the humans fooled, so there’s no need to condemn myself to such disgusting goopy torture.”

“Oh, yes. The humans are very weak. All squishy and... fleshy.” He shivered, obviously uncomfortable even thinking about their anatomy. “Some of them may be more intelligent than the rest of their foul herd, but none could ever outsmart an IRKEN ELITE like myself.” They couldn’t even survive detached from their brains. How pathetic.

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zimdibandgir‌:

“Yaaaayy!!” 

GIR seemed exceedingly happy about that, he seemed to be the one that liked the Christmas around the base, and if he had it his way, he’d decorate! Actually, that’d make a great surprise for his master!! 

“Do you think those carolers enjoyed their coco?” Of course, GIR was referring to those carolers that he threw scalding hot chocolate on earlier that day. 

                 “Hmm... HMMMMMMM...” Though the answer to GIR’s question was exceedingly obvious, Zim paused for a moment before replying, thinking deeply about his answer which was, of course, far deeper than he needed to be thinking about it. That fact didn’t occur to Zim, though. To him, GIR had posed a rather good question. Humans liked coco, despite its hot temperature, and they seemed to dislike the cold, as well. There was a chance GIR’s shenanigan had simply warmed them up, relieving them of the cold they dreaded. They were definitely screaming at the end, but he couldn’t quite discern if the screams had been delightful or distressful. Humans screamed for all sorts of reasons, and he could hardly discern their pitchy singing from screeching to begin with.

“GIR! RETRIEVE THE COCO.” This required further testing. “If those ‘carolers’-” he paused, making air quotes around the unfamiliar term. “disliked their hot chocolatey beverage, then we MAY be able to use it AGAINST them.”

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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( HELLO new (and old) followers!!! i would LOVE to interact with you all sometime!!! i have a starter call here (pls specify if you want a starter from gir instead) and a few ask memes here if you would like to interact! i’m also 100% open to receiving unprompted asks and starters from mutuals. and if you wanna interact but are unsure of what you wanna do, feel free to hmu in IMs so we can plot!! )

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( sometimes im like, man, why cant i be as active as i used to be when i was a funky teen, and then i remember that im a disabled college student stuck living with my abusive family cuz the state says i cant work but also hasnt let me file for disability yet and its like haha oh yeah cuz life’s hard, scoob )

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@rcginaxgnis​ || starter

                 Ever since his victorious clash against the dreaded Planet Jackers, Zim had made it one of his utmost priorities to keep an eye on Urth’s disgusting, toxin filled atmosphere and the vast expanse of space that surrounded it, as to not find himself in danger of any similar threats that might befall this pitiful planet. The humans should be thankful. If it weren’t for Zim and his mission, (which was going just SWIMMINGLY, thank you for asking) they and their pitiful planet would have been incinerated in milliseconds. It was awful to think that he’d saved them in some way, all without them ever knowing. He deserved much more praise than he’d received from that triumph. What was even worse, was that it seemed he may have to do so a second time. 

He let out a frustrated groan as the little speck of light indicating another ship in the vicinity blinked on his radar. Whoever or whatever this was would be nothing but a mild inconvenience for him, but it was still awfully annoying to deal with, especially when he could be spending his time on better things, like releasing a hoard of rabid robot bees on unsuspecting skoolchildren or reminding Dib how ugly and stupid his enormous head was.

Nevertheless, it only took him a matter of minutes to locate the massive ship in his voot cruiser, a slight hiss escaping him as he laid his eyes on it. It wasn’t as big as the Massive, of course, but flying such a large ship this close to a planet without any sort of cloaking device was just... stupid. They wouldn’t be surprising anyone if the humans spotted that in the sky. With a few quick taps of his ship’s controls, a rather irate transmission was sent the ship’s way as Zim screeched into his little microphone.

“HEY! HEY! HEY! YOU! HEY! This planet is IRKEN TERRITORY, so WHOEVER YOU ARE, BEGONE WITH YOU AND YOUR HIDEOUS SHIP! You have NO business here.”

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