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Wednesday, November 12th, 2008
3:37 am - Malice Alice

  Hey can I get some opinions on my emo webcomic? It's at http://calamity-outfitters.weebly.com/ 


Sunday, November 9th, 2008
5:06 pm - IZ Merch For DS

I've got some Invader Zim merch up for direct sale if anybody's interested. Don't like the price? Feel free to negotiate! Paypal, concealed cash (AYOR), and money order are all accepted. I ship internationally, too!

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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
2:09 am - Invader Zim DVD Sale

I have all 3 volumes of Invader zim for sale on ebay if anyone is interested plus some comic from Jhonen Vasquez (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac JTHM & Squee)

Browse my ebay items or my mangatude selection (if it is posted on ebay currently then I cant trade the item). I haven't listed everything on ebay or mangatude yet .


Sunday, September 28th, 2008
3:20 pm - If it's allowed:

 Hello! Recently, I made an Anonymous Kink Meme for Invader Zim!!!

You can request for any pairing with any Kink/Situation/Cliche!! Please request and forfill away...

Rules and Instructions are in the link below. 

Thank You



Saturday, August 9th, 2008
11:10 pm - Invader Zim Google Theme


Click Me!

You can customize all the links and make it your homepage. If you get lost (or just don't get it) there's also an FAQ


Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008
7:27 pm - vignettes
verruka Some crappy fanfiction shorts that have been cluttering up my desktop. Leave a review if you're feeling kind. Enjoy.

/06: Visionary

When Membrane tells his son he has his head in the clouds, he forgets to add his heart in the earth and his soul in the stars. Dib just glares up at his father; though lately "up" is a poor description, the difference in their heights closing fast. The professor doesn't know what to make of his boy who drives too fast and stays out to late and tries to summon demons in his spare time. It breaks his heart to see his experiment a failure. This creature he created for the good of man kind is turning against it. Embittered and sullen, the brilliant child refuses his intended purpose.

He can almost hear the mocking voice of the boy's absent mother:

"Well Mem, you wanted a visionary. You got your visionary." He did indeed. Dib certainly has vision.

And he doesn't like what he sees.

Thumbs of Steel:

She scares the poor boy shitless; and he can't get enough of her. Iggins stands behind the sofa where Gaz is effortlessly pulverizing some ten-year-old in "Vampire Piggy Hunter 4: Return of the Hoglust." He sees her all the time now at these conventions, winning every tournament, reducing every opponent to tears-or-worse. He expects no less.

A rich, bored, suburban kid, if you're not getting high, you better find another hobby. He's been playing video games since he was five if memory serves. He's the best gamer around, with an ego to match. Generally notorious for considering himself notorious, Iggins boasts thumbs of steel. Too bad he's got a jaw of glass.

If only he could talk to her. Sidle on up smooth, like guys in movies do. But when he opens his mouth, all that come out are high-scores and tall-tales. Gaz is gorgeous. Loose pigtails coloured like bunches of concord grapes, long, strait nose, sepia-brown eyes, sparkling. Thirteen and not quite curvy yet. Feral, predatory, she comes in for the kill.

"WINNER!" blare the bad-speakers. The ash-blonde kid slinks off, dejected.

Gaz looks dangerously up at Iggins as if to say "You're next." Squirming, timid, the boy takes his place on the couch beside her, a little bit too close.

He'll let her win this round.

Skoodge's Vacation:

Though he can’t abide by much of what Zim does, Skoodge finds his antics, if counter-productive, at least amusing. Living in the basement-lab of the deluded invader is like a vacation from reality. Radio-active weasel brains and half-finished doom machines dominate every available inch of space. Plans for world conquest litter the floor, each more outrageous than the last.

To really know Zim, is to see past your immediate impression, (that he is stupid and ineffective) and to realize his convoluted brilliance. The little Irken is a veritable genius in his own neurotic way. Insane certainly, brash and melodramatic, completely self-absorbed; but a genius none the less. He has something their kind fears and covets, something the mindless, carbon-copied Irken masses can never attain: he has creativity.

Skoodge knows Zim well enough, and he realizes that he’ll never really enslave the humans. Unconsciously, he doesn’t want to. They are dull, benign creatures, a threat to no one but themselves. Even the volatile pseudo-invader could make quick work of their tiny, primitive planet. But something (or rather someone) stays his hand.

In all of Skoodge's travels throughout the galaxies, in all of his time as an invader, or a scientist before that, he has never encountered such a creature. "The Dib" as Zim scathingly refers to him, is small and harmless to all appearances. And yet, that fierce, anxious, little thing holds some latent fascination for Zim.

And so pronouncements get made, and bones get broken, and nothing gets resolved.

This is the vicious cycle to which Skoodge finds himself a witness. An unbiased, third party, he sees the true nature of this relationship: perversely symbiotic, mutually destructive. They feed off each other's antagonism.

What a bizarre and disconcerting place this little blue planet has turned out to be. Skoodge hopes to find his way back to Irk. In the mean time though, Earth is quite the learning experience.


March goes in like a lion and out like a lamb, eventually giving way to April with its delicate perfume like rain or the smell of the first crocuses, fighting their way up through the hard ground and the layer of frost. The spring air seeps in between the floorboards, whispers to the baseboards, and lingers somewhere past the rafters; hanging there, like something essential. Summer is sneaking up on them, hot and sticky, and scantily clad.

Gretchen leans on Dib's shoulder, the ends of his inky hair tickling her face. She thinks, he really does have excellent hair, jet black and long and glossy, even in the dark. In the sun, glinting rainbow highlights, like prisms or shards of glass… or stars.

They sit against the fence outside High Skool and cast long shadows across the cracked pavement and into the grass. High noon, Saturday, no obligations. He laces his fingers with hers and sighs.

"What's wrong?" her brow knits in that perfect way, always so concerned.

"Nothing," he lies. She knows too well the monotone he borrows from his sister when he's trying hard not to give anything away. She gives him a look.

"It's just… I wish I could be better for you." Dib says slowly.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, I wish there was some way I could get you to stick around."

She glares at him. "Don't do this!"

"It's true. You're currently mystified by my eccentricities. But I'm just a phase," he gives her that desperate, intense "Dib" look, like what she says next will make or break him.

"That's ridiculous," she protests, "I love you!"

"You love the concept of me."

They sit in silence for a long minute. A lawn mower is humming somewhere in the distance and the sky is so clear and vast that you forget about gravity sometimes.

"You're difficult," she pulls her jacket around her tight to fend off a little spring chill.

"You're beautiful," he winds a strand of her hair around his long index finger and tucks it behind her ear. "Gretchen, the fact of the matter is, the universe won't let me-"

She leans in, crushing her lips against his, pulling away and surveying him, brow furrowed, like a difficult puzzle.

"-be happy…?"


“Everything will be alright in the end. If it’s not alright, it’s not the end.”

The minute I turned 18 we were out of there like a bat out of hell. It was some kind of Saturday that August 19th when we up and left. We packed that night and we were gone in the morning with a note on the counter in Dib’s immaculate script. The sky was on fire and the dawn was urging us, saying move, move, move; go somewhere. We moved into a postage-stamp sized apartment downtown.

Now I’m out here in the world with my crazy brother, finishing up high school while he comes home every night and drowns his pain in a bottle of vodka and wakes up every morning and smothers his exhaustion in a cracked, white mug of tar-black coffee. It really ticks me off how tragic he thinks he is and we fight a lot.

I think we both feel cooped up, down here, knowing what’s out there. And the dawn breaks everyday saying move, move, move. Where to?

Sometimes I even miss what we’ve sarcastically dubbed “the good ol’ days”. When he was ten and I was eight and Zim was actually a little scary. I think I liked my brother best though when he was sixteen and grew his hair long and used to go to school in a black track jacket with a nine-millimeter in his backpack full of silver bullets. He drove a 1977 Chevrolet Camaro and smoked like a chimney. I might have almost looked up to him back then, and I might have almost been mature enough to admit it.

Now I’m mostly pissed at him for moping around and refusing to get a job, but really mostly pissed at both of us for burning out. We used to be crazy kids, him always questing after something and me always trying really hard not to care but in the last years we were awesome together. Maybe I was in eighth grade when I realized the world existed beyond my Game Slave.

Well look at you there at that little card table in the corner, hunched over your copy of “Harper’s”, reading the news like some kind of functioning member of society. Who are you trying to kid?

So much for the best years of our lives. We are young and free and suffocating. It kills me to think that this is the end. All the times Dib could have died out there doing something stupid and brave and brilliant, when we were on the edge about to go up in glorious flames, and it would have been a fitting way to go. But this is torture, trickling away, slowly dying inside. Going to school and paying the rent. Like every-freaking-body else.

Please God don’t let me be ordinary.

So he’s sitting there pretending to care about the energy crisis while the stars in the window behind him are blazing and you know he doesn’t give a damn about what goes on down here. And I sit down across from him and clear my throat until he looks up and I beg him with my eyes to take me somewhere. Now the sky behind him is brilliant and the dawn is breaking, begging him with me to move, move, move. And the light is all around him like a halo, glinting against the impossible black of his hair and the dawn is breaking in his eyes whispering I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

I guess it was later when Zim came over but I can’t be sure how much later and it could have been hours or seconds because time is lost in the cold, unforgiving void that is our ninth floor apartment. In any case it was still morning and he marched in in that way he does and kicked my sorry brother a few times and proceeded to sink into the seat beside him at the card table and join in pouring over “Harper’s”. They often do this, playing chess, or reading, or engaging in some other pseudo-intellectual activity, a prop of normalcy to mask the truth of the matter, the fact that all they’re really doing is moping. They like to mope together I think because it makes them feel less alone and plus they make each other furious which gives them something to do.

Maybe I’m in a really awful mood, but the room and the ninth floor, and the whole damn planet is feeling especially abysmal today and I finally can’t stand it anymore. These two are too brilliant and fierce to be sitting around and waiting to die over some kind of rejection.

“What is it?” I shout, “What do you want? Well?! Go get it! Or go slit your wrists, I don’t care, but for God’s sake stop feeling sorry for yourselves!”

And the look on both of their faces is one I haven’t seen in a terribly long time. I scares me how much, how desperately I missed that look with the corners of the lips turned down a by few degrees and the one brow raised and their eyes smoldering with something like longing or like hope.

And something stirs in the world right then with absolutely early morning falling all around us and I feel sure of something for the first time in a long time. Faltering… no, I cling to that certainty because I know now for sure that my boys are back.

The dawn heralds a new beginning.

CONGRATULATIONS! If you've made it this far it means you suffered through my horrible ficlets and lived to tell about it. Now can I get a review? Pweeeeese? Fur duh childwen?

current mood: numb


Thursday, March 13th, 2008
6:59 pm - Invader Zim fandom help

At Fan History, we're trying to put together the most comprehensive history of cartoon fandom and the Invader Zim fandom on the Internet.

What we really need is help in fleshing out some sections of that history. Information is needed on fando reactions to the cartoon being canceled, fights that occurred in that fandom, terminology used in the fandom, influential fanworks, size of the fandom, help in developing a timeline of events that took place in the fandom, and more.

If you have been involved in the Invader Zim fandom and have any vague idea about the history of the community, if you're just interested in the topic, if you want to create a page to give a detailed history of your own experience in the fandom, we invite you to come over and edit your experiences and knowledge in. The more people who help write, the better and more accurate the history of the Invader Zim fandom will be. Any help you can provide would be very much appreciated.


Monday, March 3rd, 2008
1:41 pm - Meet the person behind the voice




I was just wondering if anyone has ever wanted to meet the people behind the voices of your favorite shows.  Jumpcon is having some of those people to their conventions.  Check it out www.jumpcon.com


We will also be keeping out LJ updated as well so add us as a friend to know when we add new guests.




Monday, November 26th, 2007
1:33 am

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

Years and years ago, when I was first getting in to Zim (around 2001), 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.

current mood: curious


Saturday, September 10th, 2005
9:48 pm

opps i ment vasquez


9:24 pm

well i found a picture of jhone vasquez and i chaged my my last name (TEPORARALLY(HAHA BRACKET IN A BREACKET I CANT SPELL WORTHA DAMN).)quez anyway heres the pic http://chooseyourbanners.homestead.com/files/jhoneniscute.jpg

current mood: GOD DAMN SISTER

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Tuesday, August 9th, 2005
7:53 pm - sleep famine

So I'm going to try and not sleep for a really long time. I just want to see who long i can last I tryed last night and yesterday but i only lasted for 12:00pm to 10:15am i was so close to lasting a full 24 hour so ya I started over at 12:00pm today when i woke from a one hour forty-five minute nap. so if you have any ideas to keep me awake please tell me. i'm almost finished my sisters Zim dvds so ya. i'll update telling you how its going and to say how many hours i've lasted its going to go smooooooooothly. GOD I'M TRIED. in the last 32 hours i have gotin 1hour 45mins opf sleep (From what i worte earlyer*CANT SPELL WORTH DAMN*) so ya and give me mental support poeple:) Thanx

current mood: tired

(4 people love piggiess | piggies?)

Sunday, August 7th, 2005
7:54 pm - part 5 is coming

part five of my fanfiction is coming soon so just wait it will be on some time tonight though so it is coming

current mood: amused

(2 people love piggiess | piggies?)

7:52 pm - first entry in a whaile with the sun still up

welll my title says it all. i'm talkin to my friend and she thinks i'm going totally valley girl on her but i'm just trying to annoy her so its funy (god i'm mean) any who i gotta go


Wednesday, July 6th, 2005
8:29 pm

For who ever cares the first 2 chapters of my fan fiction is on my personal journal so you can read it any time ytou want i'll update it daily to

current mood: content


Monday, July 4th, 2005
5:56 pm - I just

I just hink Zim is so awsome

current mood: tired


5:31 pm - Fan fiction

Hey i'm wondering if any one would like to read my fanfiction i worte. I'm just checking cause its about Zim and dib you know "LOVING each other" there is NO sex or swearing cause i dont do that cause i'm only 13 so ya

current mood: heehee

(3 people love piggiess | piggies?)

Thursday, June 30th, 2005
10:35 am - Sorry for the spam, but if you love Zim so much, what about Gir?

http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=_gir_kicks_ass_Image hosted by Photobucket.com


(2 people love piggiess | piggies?)

Monday, May 30th, 2005
7:21 pm - From Your Mod

If anyone wants to take over maintainership of this community please let me know. Maybe give a few reasons why and as long as it seems like you'll take care of it I'd be glad to give it over to someone who has more time than I do. Thanks.

(2 people love piggiess | piggies?)

Tuesday, May 17th, 2005
10:12 pm


Something I did in a high school art class earlier this year.

I drew the body parts of Zim and Gir and then cut them out, painted them, and glued them on a painted background. It's pretty big. I love myself. I just thought you guys would appreciate it.

current mood: accomplished

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