Mar 12, 2020
Invader Zim doodles I found in my journal! I hope you enjoy them. I tried mimicking the Zim movie style for one of the dibs, the other is in my own style.
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Invader Zim doodles I found in my journal! I hope you enjoy them. I tried mimicking the Zim movie style for one of the dibs, the other is in my own style.
la otra parte del anterior cómic uwu
@zimdibandgir || from here
“Son, I think this year you’re finally old enough to help me put out the anti-Santa lawn ornaments!”
“Don’t worry about unpacking them from storage! The boxes are already out! I just need to set them up with your help!”
There were nutcrackers, reindeer, candycanes, a snowman, you name it. The lawn was going to be positively littered with decorations once Membrane was done! And every single one of them had Santa-seeking weapons hidden inside them! He’d tuned them in to Santa’s frequency so they wouldn’t ever disturb any normal person coming to their door!
“Yes, Dib, this may be the year I finally get Santa back for his grievous error when I was a child!”
@zimdibandgir answered:
“Awww,” Gir’s face softened with childlike sadness, Santa hat over his little doggie suit.
“But why master? There’s so much foood and candyyyy and siiingiiiing and lots and lots of presents!! And everyone’s happy!!!”
“And that’s precisely why I despise it, GIR. We don’t want the humans to be happy, REMEMBER? The singing... The horrible SINGING. I can’t stand it, GIR, they sing and sing and sing- they act like it’s a FAVOUR, demanding sweets and hot chocolate in return for their “CAROLING”-” He said the word with disgust in his voice, as he did air quotes. “It’s no favour, GIR. It’s TORTURE.” He sighed, clearly exasperated, but he took a moment to pause, trying to calm down before speaking again. “But I suppose you can keep the hat. I don’t need the humans thinking we’re strange for not celebrating their enormous, obese milk man.”
Fighting Girl (closed RP with @zimdibandgir )
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Gaz Membrane made her way down the sidewalk, cursing and mumbling under her breath in frustration. She had managed to get herself into a fight once Skool let out for the day, which wasn’t too big of a deal. What was a big deal, however, was that that little punk Sarah actually managed to do some damage on her.
She looked down at her legs as she walked, leering at the tear in her tights and her bloodied knee. So pathetic. How in the world did Sarah manage to do that? Gaz was supposed to be untouchable! She had the reputation of being Dib’s Scary Sister, and she wore it like a badge of honor. But now? Now she felt like a worthless worm.
She’d get her revenge. She’d rather die than let someone get the best of her.
As she approached her home, Gaz let out a frustrated sigh. Well, this wound wasn’t gonna clean itself. Unlocking the door, she stepped in, tossing her school bag to the side.
“I’m home.”
continued // @zimdibandgir
Oh no.. here come the tears.. Zim would like to think he's a rather stern owner, but any time Gir cried,, he somehow managed to melt whatever was close enough to a heart the Invader had.
".... oh." he states with a sigh. "Well... I understand youre upset GIR, but i cant just make it open--... maybe we can.. eh.. make tacos here...?"
@zimdibandgir || 🧬
“Ah-” Membrane took the paper and pulled a pen from his pocket. He glanced over the folded sheet, initially not giving it a second thought. But the paper folded up a little when he moved it to the table to sign it and a sea of red marks was uncovered.
So was the bad grade.
“My own son? With a failing grade?” He asked, staring down at the paper. “HAH! This must be a mistake! You have my brains! There’s no way you could have possibly failed!”
But as he looked over the answers it became clear that he had failed. Dib had scribbled answers in so fast, some of them weren’t even legible. It was like he hadn’t even tried at all.
Membrane turned his gaze to Dib.
“Dib... What is the meaning of this?”
(zimdibandgir) (Dib or GIR if you prefer) “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
@zimdibandgir
"--- What on IRK are you yelling about now?? Im VERY busy GIR,, OH HOW BUSY I AM!! THE BUSY!!!! I have no time for your NONSENSE today."