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[gazlena]

im not really that into invader zim sexuality headcanons personally, but gaz is a lesbian and no i will not take criticisms

[gazlena]

honestly inimoose reblogging my video was the highlight of my week, like i dont think i can ever top this

[gazlena]

I saw you were looking for prompt ideas and had to leave an ask 😄 How about one where Zim's been captured by membrane and Dib tries to help him escape. Cliche, yes, but I never get tired of reading those 😂

okay so im sorry this is so late but it took me forever to write (i hate college lol) and im not very good at these two yet. so im sorry in advance but:

Dib said long ago he wanted Zim to be captured, but he didn't mean like this.

Staring at a glass chamber in his father's lab, Dib felt his stomach churn as he watched Zim, drowning in green liquid as he kicked and screamed at the walls he knew damn well weren't going to budge.

It was exactly what his 12-year-old self said he wanted—and the more that he thought about it, he probably did mean that at the time, when it was only a hypothetical that Zim's guts would be splayed all over an operating table (because getting people to believe a green kid with no ears was an alien was apparently impossible), but that was then. Before their pseudo-rivalry had dissolved into friendship, before Zim's plot to destroy the Earth (and subsequently, Dib's quest to save it) had more or less died off, before Dib had noticed that Zim was the only person in his life who had ever genuinely believed in him.

And of course, before the first time Dib's heart beat a little too fast around his so-called mortal enemy.

"Filthy humans and their—their stupid INFERIOR technology," Zim spat, ironically trapped by said inferior technology, "should have killed them all when I had the chance."

Considering where Zim was right now, Dib wasn't going to point out that he never really had a shot at annihilating all humans anyway. "You probably should have."

"You know what they keep doing to me? To ZIM?" And after all these years, his tiny hand still shook. "These human MEAT worms keep poking me, like I'm some kind of freak—"

"I mean, you are an alien. That’s kind of freaky."

"But Zim is not some stupid... lab hamster for them to experiment on!" Zim said. He gave up on kicking and resigned himself to crossing his arms and floating backwards. "They will be punished."

I'll make them pay, Dib thought.

"I already foil their plans as it is, you know. They keep trying to get me to talk, or even just to scream," Zim smirked, "but I never will."

"You know my dad knows you can talk, right? I mean, how many times did you come over even before we started—"

"Yes, but he can't make me. Not the all-powerful ZIM, member of the mighty Irken race!"

Dib had a feeling that Zim's recent talk of his great "power" was just to keep him from going insane. At least his dad wasn't getting what he wanted though, but at what cost to Zim? He looked more tired lately, and in-between rants against the entire human race and the superiority of literally anything Irken were moments that Zim just looked like he had... given up.

That, though, was about to change.

Dib pressed his hand to the glass. Zim pressed back.

"So, are you gonna get me out of here or what?" he asked softly. 

"I am," Dib said, with a grin, "that's why I came here today, actually."

He reached underneath his coat (Zim was wondering what that bulge was, actually, but they hadn’t gotten that far in their relationship yet) and fished out a small—but very familiar—grey robot.

"GIR!" Zim cried. Dib was happier when he saw the relief wash over his face. "But how the hell did you get him to be quiet?"

"I turned him off."

Dib set GIR down on the ground, watching as the lovably annoying robot slowly came to life while it yelled unintelligable bullshit.

"SHHH!" Zim hissed from inside his alien prison. "They'll hear you—"

“Gaz said she’s covering for us,” Dib said, which was surprisingly true: Gaz was covering for them, by blasting the speakers on some console game upstairs, but she said it was only because she had been waiting years for him to get launched into space. That him being on the run with his alien boyfriend was possibly the best thing that could ever happen to her. Regardless of how true that actually was, Dad probably wouldn’t be hearing for the next three weeks, so. They were good. 

“Your scary sister? Helping you? That’s almost as weird as when I do it.”

Rolling his eyes, Dib waved a drive-thru taco bag in the air.

“You’re going to lose an arm, you know,” Zim said, as GIR started climbing Dib’s trench coat like a deranged spider monkey trying to grab it from him.

“You’re supposed to free him first,” Dib said to GIR, pouting, “what’s the point of having a robot dog-thingy sidekick if it’s fucking insane, anyway?”

“Yeah, that’s sort of how I figured out the Tallest were lying to me.”

GIR bit into the side of Zim’s prison, the green inside of it spilling out onto the floor—apparently bulletproof glass was no match for alien robots. The way it was chomping away at the thing, Dib almost wondered whether it was actually worth the 2.99 for the tacos. 

By the time all the glass had disappeared, Zim was (with no success) trying to get all the alien-preservation-stuff off of him. Disgusted, he flung off some of the jello-like remnants from his arms. “Filthy, filthy earth goo...” he muttered, as GIR climbed onto Dib’s back and snatched the tacos from him.

Dib couldn’t care less about whatever was on him. After their 48-hour nightmare, he felt like doing nothing but taking Zim in his arms and kissing him. But even if Gaz was playing Vampire Piggy Hunter on max volume (he could hear it all the way down here, so probably), he figured it wouldn’t be long before Dad noticed the giant spaceship crashed in the middle of the yard.

So instead, he took Zim’s hand and squeezed. Zim squeezed back.

“You have a ship ready?” Zim asked.

“Yeah, just outside. I wasn’t really sure how to drive it though so it may-or-may-not be sort of stuck in the grass right now.”

If Zim had eyebrows, one of them would have been raised. “It still works, though!” Dib explained.

GIR’s taco buzz had already (thankfully) helped with the next part of the plan: a decent chunk of the wall was gone now. Dirt fell into the lab while the night sky peeked in. Climbing out of the basement and into the light, Dib could see the sky, streaked with black and red and purple and covered with glowing specks of stars. Under the moonlight, Zim glowed too, his eyes the most brilliant magenta and his green skin practically shimmering like...like—

“What?” Zim said, climbing into his ship from the open window. “Are you just going to stand there all night?”

Dib didn’t think he had ever seen anything more beautiful in his life.

He followed Zim into the passenger seat, while GIR scurried into the back for snacks and the big TV.

“I don’t know why you have to waste precious time staring at the sky,” Zim huffed. “Night sky, big deal! You’ll be in it in five minutes anyway.” 

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okay hnnn thats where i think im gonna end it. thank u for sending something in! it was really good to get some practice and i hope u liked it

[gazlena]

srry ive been kind of inactive lol... i have college :/// it suxxxxxxx

[gazlena]

zim is imho the equivalent of a 13-year-old. we been knew irkens are mean and societally only care abt conquering so child soldiers seem pretty likely for them. zim is not an adult to me and i dont have to see him as such

[gazlena]

okay I KNOW this is mostly a zadr blog but lets be real.... zasr is like. SUPER cute

[gazlena]

im on invader zim vk now so i guess... yay for me?

[gazlena]

id love to write zadr fic but college is Awful so like. if u wanna send in asks or whatever for very short prompts i could probably do those tonight inbetween russian assignments

[gazlena]

i realized i had posted two (2) whole prep songs in a row (which like, i had apparently forgotten i commented on twice) so i had to remedy that by posting mcr. ur welcome

[gazlena]

one of these days im gonna make a zadr fic rec list but its so daunting to read for entire archives (not that i havent done it though)

[gazlena]

BTW im still working on the prompt so ill try to get that tonight i just??? im so bad at writing them rn ;;

[gazlena]

its 5 am and im like. working on a prompt for a lovely follower that sent one in and im so Norvous bc i havent had enough time writing invader zim fic that ive gotten into the voices (it takes me forever to post fic for archive, thats why ive only consistently written for two or three). but im hoping i can get past that and finish it anyway

[gazlena]

i havent been able to edit IZ in a while bc i have two parts i need to finish before august ends AND a final paper for my class. but if i get some free time in sept/oct. its zadr time

[gazlena]

this new fucking edit is taking FOREVER but i think yall will like it the best

[gazlena]

yet another take on gazlena dot tumblr dot com but i hate it when ppl give zim a “redemption arc” in the form of learning that humans are “good”. spoiler alert........ humans aren’t good. and this isn’t meant to be edgy or whatever but that’s kind of, like, very obvious that. humans treat zim like. not well. what do u call “a room with a moose”??? 

the people around both zim and dib consistently treat them like shit and that isnt because there’s something wrong with them. the only “redemption arc” either of them should get is learning to love each other. 

[gazlena]

not to be controversial but zim and dib being mortal enemies is SUCH a lie.... they really think they are but u can really only do the teaming-up-with-my-enemy-to-fight-a-bigger-enemy schtick once and after that ur basically friends in the eyes of the law