Ladies gentlemen irken soldiers and anything in between,, its here
Ohh god let's get this show on the road,,
Iz fluff / tickle headcanons!! Yay..,,
Starting off with the siblings,, yyeah
DIB MEMBRANE
- Ticklish
- Yeah dude this kid is TICKLISH like all caps
- He handles it HORRIBLY he becomes a MESS everytime he's tickled
- Cannot ever detect it when someone's about to get him. The kid's smart with ghosts and alien invaders and all that funny stuff, but when it comes to being playfully messed with,, oh boy,, OBLIVIOUS
- He's literally just not used to it unfortunately, wouldn't really surprise me considering how absent Membrane is
- Literally will not understand you're trying to get him at first.,,. You ask him if he's ticklish and it'll take him a good 5 seconds to register what you just said
- Once he realizes though, ooh my god he becomes a rambling MESS!,!! His laughter is exactly as you hear it in the show,, he laughs like a DORK !! Like the kid that he IS!! His laugh is DORKY and GOOFY literally a 12 year old trying to do an evil laughđ„č
- You'll quickly learn that basically his entire torso is a killer. Sides and tummy tickles KILL this boy.
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Hey twin,, could we perhaps get some goofy tickle headcanons between Dib and Zim,, I miss them
RJ!!!!!!!! HI RJ HI RJ JUNPS UO ANd DOWN YAY YAY YAY HI EEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH
ok i like zadb.,., zim and dib brothers okay guys ?Not zadrđzadr stupid zadb for the win Anyway
have this scene from mopiness of doom!!! look theyre being so goofy and OH!!!! when they act like this... when TICKLES??!!!! ooohoohohoog..
when one is tickling the other they are like both laughing . together. so cutes..,,
and zim... ZIM IS SO FUNNY,,, he likes to jab at dibs side like "taaaake THIS!! AAAND THIS!!! aaaand THAT!!!" and then finally with a "aand THIISS!!!" AND THEN TICKLETICKLETICKLES HIS RIBS!!!!!!! eaaah they are very special to me,,,, ^âĄ^ little dib boy sent to giggles by alien brother,,they are playing together they are just playing fun game !!! and zim he likes to go like KITCHYKITCHYKITCHYKOO at a fast pace!!! that killssss dib ohmy goodness!! how does he DO THAT(like that video Help me rj its stuck in my head help. help me)
and and and sometimes they like to push each other and playfully hit each other.. but sometimes.. it turns into a TICKLE FIGHT!!!! (tickle fight its a tickle fight dont bring no knife to a tickle fight đ¶đ”đ¶đ¶đ¶jsut bring your fingers and bring your feathers đȘ¶đȘ¶đȘ¶đȘ¶đȘ¶đȘ¶and everyone can sing 2gether đ”đ”đ¶đ¶đ¶đ¶đ¶đ¶) dib and zim oihhh the brothers... they like to go "no!" "yes!!" "NO!!" sometimes dib likes pretending he's the authorities taking zim to a science lab to dissect him!!! dib likes killing zim with these stupid ass teases thay qre commonly used in tickling... like "goochie goochie gooo!!" SHUT THE HELL UP!!! ARGH! silly boy! do they just have to always kill eafh other? YES! YES THEY DO! YEs.. ues.. auug
ahhahahag thank you rj again HI!! ITS 2AM FOR ME!!! I AHVE AN ADRENALINE RUSH!!!!!!! I AMNOT SLEEPING! EVERYONE ELSE ENJOY THIS NEOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOUGGHHH!!!!cough
((oh boy here I go bringing my bullshit into a new decade again~ this is dedicated to @ticklishjevil bc she is 100% to blame for my descent into ZADR hell and generally inspiring/encouraging the creation of this...thing!! I hope youâre proud of yourself darling đ
ALSO Iâm very sorry if the spacing/formatting is borked tumblr mobile is terrible but I am doing my best to fix as we speak ;w; ))
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âGive it up, Zim! Youâll never get away with this!â
Dib had lost count of how many times heâd said that by now. Eight years, countless crazy schemes, a couple near total obliterations of the galaxy as they knew it and an almost equal tally of humiliating defeats and triumphant (if temporary) victories for both sides - somehow, it always seemed to come back to the two of them. Dib, Zim, the doomsday device of the day and this seemingly endless chase that remained as frustrating yet exhilarating as it was the day the green kid first rocked up to class. Would it ever end? That almost didnât seem to matter at this point - this was the life Dib had chosen. As long as Zim was around, he had a purpose, a reason to get up in the morning, a duty to the rest of humankind to keep protecting his planet from impending extraterrestrial invasion...even if most of them remained too dumb to appreciate his efforts.
âYouâre too late, Dib-stink!â cried the bug-eyed bane of his existence, waving around some kind of remote with a red button. âJust one press of this button, and every single whiffy signal -â
â...do you mean wi-fi?â
âZim knows what Zim means!â he barked, an antenna twitching with irritation. âAs I was saying, every signal will be scrambled, and without their mind-numbing entertainment, your fellow earthworms will inevitably turn on each other! Leaving the planet defenceless for when I, Zim...figure out how to do whatever it is I need to do to destroy you all!â
âNoooo! ThatâsâŠâ Dib paused mid-dramatic wail. âActually a pretty solid plan? I mean, I can see your logic. Itâs definitely an improvement on some of your others, like that one with the rubber chickens -â
âSilence!â Zim pointed an accusing claw at him, though Dib couldâve sworn he preened a little at the almost-compliment, puffing up his chest and planting his free hand on his hip. âOf course it is foolproof! And if you imagine for a second that the amazing Zim could ever become so distracted by his own ingeniousness that he could be lured into monologuing until a hypothetical opportunity might arise for someone to take - hey gimme that back!â
Fortunately, some things had changed in all those years; puberty had been at least kind enough to Dib so he could now dangle his superior height - literally and metaphorically - over Zimâs head. âSorry, whatâd you say?â he taunted, holding his prize high out of his enemyâs reach after snatching it from his claws. âI couldnât hear because of how much taller I am!â
His moment of glory was cut short, however, as Zim launched himself at him with a hiss like a feral cat, sending them both crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs and antennae. They were still surprisingly evenly matched; Zim was a lot stronger than his size would suggest, but Dib now had the advantage of longer arms and legs to attempt to hold him off as they wrestled for the device. He might even have been winning - right up until Zim grabbed his side, claws digging into the sensitive spot just below his ribs.
Dib yelped, reflexively slamming his arm down to protect himself; before either could do anything, the remote flew out of his hand and across the room until it disappeared under one of Zimâs experiment tanks. Instead of running after it, Zim took advantage of the distraction to seize Dibâs wrist, pinning him to the floor.
âHa!â Zim loomed over him, now straddling Dibâs waist so his maniacal grin filled his whole vision. âYou flesh-bags really are pitiful, cowering in pain from the slightest touch!â
âThatâs not what that - wasâŠâ Dib froze, heat rising to his cheeks as his nemesis bore down on him, now painfully aware of his compromising position. Zim couldnât - did he even know what tickling was? Because this would be a really bad time for him to find out.
â...Eh?â Zim narrowed his eyes, curiosity flickering across his face alongside the usual suspicion and irritation. âWhat are you smiling about? Why is your grotesquely ginormous head so red?!â
âMy headâs not bihihig!â Dib bit down on his lip, but he couldnât stop a few embarrassing giggles from slipping out when Zim jabbed at his ribs again. He struggled to bat his hand away, but with only one arm free and Zim basically sitting on top of him, he wasnât having much success. âQuihihit ihit!â
A shiver ran down his spine as he could practically see his doom unfold along with Zimâs smile, sadistic delight sparkling in his eyes, and oh god no Dib thought he was prepared for anything but please not this, anything but this, heâll never live it downâŠ
âWell, well - you really thought you could conceal such a glaring weakness from me?â he demanded, mercilessly prodding and pinching his way up Dibâs side. âIâd...sort of imagined more writhing in excruciating agony, but this is rather amusing too, watching you squirm like the wretched worm you are!â
âThihis isnât fahahahair!â Dib spluttered between peals of laughter; he hadnât been tickled since he was a little kid, but this was so much worse because it was Zim and he hated giving him the satisfaction but was equally powerless to stop his body from reacting as those probing claws dug right into his horribly exposed armpit. âZihihihim!â
âYes, yes, I am Zim!â his foe cackled, releasing Dibâs wrist to attack with both hands, one even scuttling under his shirt - which was so far beyond fair - and scratching at the tender skin almost hard enough to hurt, but his gloves dulled the sensation so it just tickled even more. âIf I had known you were this easily incapacitated, I couldâve built a device to take care of you long ago! Now, laugh, pathetic Dib-thing - admit your annihilation, or perish in helpless hysteria at the merciless claws of Zim!â
âNehehehever - !â Dib had not foiled so many of Zimâs plans to let him win this one by tickling him, of all the cruel and unusual methods. There was only one way to fight back, and he had no idea if itâd even work on an alien, but what else did he have to lose, more of his dignity? Arms flailing as he tried desperately to suck in his stomach before those treacherous claws could get to his bellybutton, he eventually managed to grab a handful of Zimâs side and squeeze it repeatedly.
Zim let out a squawk like a bird having its feathers pulled out, letting go of Dib as he scrabbled to slap his hands away. âD-do not touch Zim with your fihilthy meat-sticks!â
Huh - that sounded like a game-changer, and now it was Dibâs turn to grin like a mad scientist as he kneaded Zimâs sides like his life depended on it - which it might - until he had an armful of squirming Irken trapped in an almost-hug, one arm around Zimâs waist with his PAK pressing against Dibâs chest.
âWhatâs the matter, does it tickle?â he asked, smirking from ear to ear as he savoured the sweetness of revenge - and possibly the most important discovery of his career as a paranormal investigator. âIs the mighty Invader Zim ticklish?â
It wasnât like heâd never heard Zim laugh before - only like every day since they were at skool - but this was different; less controlled and mocking, more free and almost joyful, even if it was a joy forced upon him as he writhed, kicked and cackled under Dibâs skittering fingers, exploring the surprisingly soft and smooth skin under his shirt. It wasnât exactly an autopsy, but the thought that he might be the first to hear - the first to make Zim almost squeal when he wiggled his fingers under his arms - that was more deeply, weirdly, sadistically satisfying than anything heâd imagined. âWow, I think youâre worse than I am! So are all Irkens this ticklish, or is it just you?â
âZihim is telling you nohothihihihing!â Zimâs laughter seemed to jump an octave when Dib felt around his back; the skin around his PAK was slightly raised where it was embedded, which was interesting, mainly for the way he bucked and squirmed frantically as Dib traced it with his fingers. âGIR! Where are you?! Do something to make this stohohop!â
âYes, master!â
Dib looked up just in time to see Zimâs robot assistant propelling towards him at alarming speed, his eyes blazing red. Before he could move to shield himself, however, GIR came to an abrupt stop, eyes flickering back to cyan and his metallic mouth stretching into its familiar hyperactive smile. âOoooh! Tickle fight! I wanna plaaaay!â
âNow, GIR! Fire the - wait, no, what are you doing?! Put that back!â Both Zimâs and Dibâs eyes widened - in horror and intrigue respectively - as GIR plonked himself down on one of Zimâs legs, picked up the other and pulled his boot off. Dib had never actually seen his feet before, he realised; he had three toes, clawed like his fingers but a little shorter. Judging by how he scrunched them up when GIR prodded them, they were also pretty sensitive.
âThis liâl piggy went to Foodcourtia,â GIR chirped, wiggling a toe; Zim made a strangled noise of protest and attempted to pull away, but Dib was still holding onto him. âThis liâl piggy went home - aw, we outta piggies! And thiiis liâl piggyâŠâ
âGIR - nooo!â Zim begged, and Dib could actually feel him tremble in his arms as his toes curled in anticipation of what was to come. âDonât do this! Youâre supposed to attack the intruder, not -â
â...went weeweeweeweeeeeeeeeâŠ!â GIR hugged Zimâs foot and scribbled furiously all over it, his tiny metal hands a blur as his master shrieked with laughter, helpless to escape his ticklish doom.
âHowâs it feel, Zim, betrayed by your own minion?â Dib snickered along with him as it occurred to him he should probably be recording or taking photos of possibly the greatest moment of his life to date, but holding Zim captive and laughing helplessly was way too satisfying, tickling under his arms while GIR happily went to town on his foot. âMaybe Iâll just keep you like this - youâre not much of a threat to the Earth when youâre just a cute little giggly alien puddleâŠâ
âWh-whahahahahaaaaa?!â
The sheer incredulous outrage in Zimâs voice tore through the air, and Dib couldnât help but wince, recoiling as the ear-splitting screech assaulted his eardrums. As his grip loosened, Zim wriggled free and kicked GIR off of him, scrambling back to his feet, and the chaos was replaced by an unusual and equally uncomfortable silence. (Apart from GIR eating popcorn out of his head as he watched them, and that was the most normal thing about this situation.)
âI - uh...â
âHe thinks you cuuuute!â GIR giggled, grabbing Zimâs cheeks and squishing them together comically.
âNo I donât!â Dib felt his face flush under the spotlight of both GIRâs carefree smile and Zimâs laser-beam glare, the protest coming out just a little too quickly. âI was teasing you - itâs just a thing people say when theyâŠâ
He trailed off, because man, things had gotten weird, even by their standards. But this was still Zim, and he was still a jerk and evil and the total opposite of cute, even a little breathless with his clothes all rumpled and one foot still bare, antennae lowered and quivering and what looked suspiciously like an olive-coloured blush staining his cheeks. That warm feeling was just Dib enjoying the sight of his enemy humiliated in defeat, like anyone would. Right? That made sense.
âGive me my boot, GIR.â
âGo long!â
Zim caught the offending item without looking, but instead of putting it back on he hurled it at Dib, who dodged just before it smacked him in the face, bouncing off his shoulder instead.
âOw - hey, thatâs sharp!â
âGood! Suffer! Thatâs what you get for trying to taint the mighty name of Zim with your disgusting lies likeâŠâ He screwed up his face as if he could barely bring himself to spit out the word, making dramatic finger-quotes, âcute!â
âOkay, geez! Itâs not like I meant itâŠâ Dib rubbed his shoulder, shifting awkwardly - he wished theyâd stop repeating the word like that. But even this momentary weirdness couldnât change the fact that heâd just uncovered a significant weakness in his nemesis, even if he inconveniently shared it. Heâd be an idiot not to exploit this for all it was worth, a smug grin tugging at his lips again as he picked up Zimâs boot. âBut thanks for this. I bet I can get all kinds of useful evidence from a genuine article of alien clothingâŠâ
âYouâŠ!â Zimâs eyes almost bugged out of his head as he let out an indignant splutter - only to break into a dangerously familiar smile before activating his PAK legs, towering over Dib with a renewed gleam of vengeance in his eye. âEnjoy your last few seconds of freedom, Dib-worm - we shall soon settle who is cute!â
âIâd like to see you - wait, what?!â
Dib didnât have time to figure out what Zim meant by that as he darted for an escape route, still clutching Zimâs boot - but when he was quickly seized and hoisted into the air by a pair of metal spider legs, he was pretty sure things were only about to get a whole lot weirder.
But this was the life heâd chosen - and would he really want it any other way?