Human Aganist Alien

There wholesome thoughts I swear-

I thought IF they were to get close, dib would be glingy, and just enjoy zim's presence at anytime and be himself but zim also enjoys his presence after finding out he was sent to earth to be rid of. After all that tallest drama, zim stays on earth not knowing were else he could go + earth is not known anywhere in the galaxy yet. Eventually just closes his relations with the only human he's ever known aka dib but just dosent know how especially with dib being in his daddy issues state of mind with signs of breaking down at any point.

So yeah this is an image of their first hang out :D I kinda think it's cute 👉👈

Zim do be a nervous socially awkward boi + sweater zim lmao AGIAN

Dib do be a softie in my style sometimes 👀

Well, at least someone wanted to sign your cast Dib, even if he was the one who caused you to have a broken arm in the first place.

I hate the quality

should zim lick dibs face for science

C H O M P

Here the ZaDr dose

Happy Holidays!

My secret santa art for @lead-henchmen! I hope you like it! :D

Crystal dolphin.mp3 starts 🤣🤣

(WARNING: dub-con themes and content ahead)

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“Human, wake up.”

No response. Zim sighs softly, plopping down on the floor next to the couch and poking a sleeping Dib on the arm with a finger. He’s been like this for five hours so far and Zim knows he will be late to his human job, but he had come in last night looking especially battered and crashed shortly after arriving, not even giving Zim a chance to smuggle in a sandwich into his hand and…frankly… even Zim can see the man needs his rest.

Even more so Dib seems to agree: he wouldn’t move under the covers, breathing even and body limp. He more resembled a sack of potatoes haphazardly tossed into his couch than a human at this point.

Zim observes for a while. There’s a strange peace in the way humans slept, he has to admit. They let themselves drift into unconsciousness like the world wasn’t out to get them, and expect to get out alive every time. It was a brave thing to do, even if also very stupid. Zim finds it weirdly alluring to watch them do it, too… or at least watching Dib do it is enjoyable.

There’s something else he couldn’t pinpoint, some other strange feeling arising at the sight of his nemesis resting, so vulnerable, in front of him. Like a missing piece of something very dear to him laid right there, occupying the same space as the sleeping figure, yet he couldn’t really recover it. It feels almost like longing, like wanting to go back home, but to a home he’s never had.

Still, he mustn’t dwell. He knows how much getting fired from another job would affect Dib, and he doesn’t want it to happen again so soon if he can help it. Antennae perking up, he pokes the man on the side.

“Dib-thing! It is time for you to awake!!! GET UP!!”

Nothing. Dib remains still, unperturbed. Zim frowns a little, prodding Dib in several places, trying to elicit a response. A sudden, chilling idea makes Zim tense up, his antennae immediately closing up onto Dib’s mouth, focusing on the sound of his deep breaths.

“He’s not dead, just…asleep.” Zim says, wanting to ease his own worry. He ponders for a second. “Is this what deep sleep is?”

His computer comes alive, not wanting to leave him without a response.

“According to my research, some humans are prone to fall into deep slumber after withstanding a lot of stress and having consumed large quantities of alcohol. It can be difficult to wake them up in this state.”

“But…he will wake up, correct? Eventually?” Zim inquires, trying not to let the panic overtake his voice. It’s never good when he lets the impulsive feelings guide him; he learned that a long time ago.

“Eventually, yes. Just not for a good while,” the computer answers. Zim ponders some more.

“Humans don’t… normally have any memory of what happens around them when they sleep.”

“They don’t.” It isn’t a question, but the computer confirms it still.

Zim nods to himself. Something inside him tosses and turns, eager. His eyes blow wide, however, as he remembers.

“Computer, where is GIR?”

“In the pig room. Doing inventory of his rubber pig collection.”

Zim relaxes.

“That’s…”

“Gonna keep him entertained for a good while. He’s just started.”

“And… computer, are you recording right now?”

“Always.”

“Good. Turn recording off. And… leave this area until I call for you again.”

“Understood.”

Hallooooo