@invxderzim / invxderzim.tumblr.com
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! IF YOU CAN’T DONATE PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST AND REBLOG! THIS IS FOR MY MOM!!
Please help my darling friend, anything helps, please give you can, reblog, single boost if you can’t. I just lost my mom I don’t want my friend to go through the same thing if it can be helped.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! IF YOU CAN’T DONATE PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST AND REBLOG! THIS IS FOR MY MOM!!
Please help my darling friend, anything helps, please give you can, reblog, single boost if you can’t. I just lost my mom I don’t want my friend to go through the same thing if it can be helped.
New RP blog, follow me here.
New RP blog, follow me here.
New RP blog, follow me here.
Ok guys, having money issues. So I could really use the signal boost if you cant afford the $2.50 for a sticker. Also feel free to look at the other items for sale too. But this is the cheapest..
invxderzim:
/ Ooooh hey, that is pretty neat. Hmm, too bad Zim didn’t think of that. Before I became all..squishy,I mean. Squishy like a pig. /
Zim. Zim. You just thought about it.
(( #so a plushie and a statue are having a conversation
THIS TAG I CAN’T ))
/ BEFORE I BECAME AN INANIMATE SQUISHPIG, DIB! /
No, will you listen to me, you moron? If we’re TALKING RIGHT NOW, then something’s either got him distracted, or he’s lost control, or we both exist in the same quantum state of uncertainty at the same time.
/ehhhh wha? Are you suggesting that within this... quantum state of uncertainty ....we can possibly combine forces and merge consciousness into one giant , mega-entity OF DOOM and overwhelm the isometric monster? /
Enough is enough. I’ve had it with these motherfxcking Zims on the motherfxcking massive.
@zim-tinyjerk, @zimisnotdefective, @invxderzim, @d-generxte, @superiorzim, @zimismighty, @theirkeninvxderzim, @theinvaderzimrpblog.
HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE!?
invxderzim:
/ Ooooh hey, that is pretty neat. Hmm, too bad Zim didn’t think of that. Before I became all..squishy,I mean. Squishy like a pig. /
Zim. Zim. You just thought about it.
(( #so a plushie and a statue are having a conversation
THIS TAG I CAN’T ))
/ BEFORE I BECAME AN INANIMATE SQUISHPIG, DIB! /
[ MENTAL SCREAMING AND LONG STRING OF CURSES ]
You think that’s bad, try being frozen in an indeterminate state between consciousness and nonconsciousness and shoved inside a STATUE, Zim. ;p
/ SILENCE YOUR GIANT HEADSMELL! I HAVE NO BONES DIB! NO BONES! /
I CAN STILL BEAT YOU, I HAVE NO VERIFIABLE EXISTENCE AND MY ENTIRE BEING HAS BEEN COMPRESSED INTO A QUANTUM STATE OF UNCERTAINTY! I’M A FUCKING SCHRODINGER’S DIB, ZIM!
/ Ooooh hey, that is pretty neat. Hmm, too bad Zim didn’t think of that. Before I became all..squishy,I mean. Squishy like a pig. /
[ MENTAL SCREAMING AND LONG STRING OF CURSES ]
You think that’s bad, try being frozen in an indeterminate state between consciousness and nonconsciousness and shoved inside a STATUE, Zim. ;p
/ SILENCE YOUR GIANT HEADSMELL! I HAVE NO BONES DIB! NO BONES! /
[ MENTAL SCREAMING AND LONG STRING OF CURSES ]
I made another IZ Valentine for this year. Yep. That I did.
Didn’t reply, as to why Dirt was his gift. But it was. Though when the sign of the triangle was made, the irkens face contorted to a frown. “ Zim is not the one in the elevated BED now am I?” he crossed his arms over his chest. “ But if you must know, unlike you. I am PERFECTLY fine. Why.. I COULDN’T be better!”
And if Zim thought Dib didn’t know him better than that BY NOW, especially the tones he used when he was in raging denial about something and trying to wallpaper over it with bluster, WELL.
Dib just flared an eye at Zim, stared hard at him, and said nothing, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Staring.
“.....”
Stares at, back. A good give minutes of this goes on before he answered, as innocently, as he could.
“ WHAT WHAT are you looking at!? Zim is here to provide the moral support, or some nonsense. “
The irken scoffed. “ Is it not customary to bring the effected sick pathetic earth child a GIFT as motivation to heal ? “ He walked around to the head of the bed, looming over. “ How’s that hippo sized head of yours, ehh?”
“Since when is DIRT a present?” And Dib leaned back as Zim pushed into his face and side-eyed Zim pretty hard. “More to the point… how is yours.” He pressed his thumb and forefinger together, making a triangle, peered through his fingers at Zim so as not to say the name directly.
Didn’t reply, as to why Dirt was his gift. But it was. Though when the sign of the triangle was made, the irkens face contorted to a frown. “ Zim is not the one in the elevated BED now am I?” he crossed his arms over his chest. “ But if you must know, unlike you. I am PERFECTLY fine. Why.. I COULDN’T be better!”
Pushes open the door of hospital room 237, without bothering to ask or knock.. “ Guess who! That’s right it’s me! ZIM!” He put on the biggest false-est smile he could muster. Dropping a bowl with a piece of sod in it, on Dibs bed.
Dib looks up sleepily, still kind of shrunken. He lost weight he really couldn’t afford to, and in this foul hospital lighting has a ghoulish grey undertone to his skin. He eyebrows HARD at Zim when he bursts in with… a bowl of… dirt??
“Uh. Zim? Yeah, thanks for coming and all but… why the heck did you just bring me a big ball of dirt?” He pokes at it warily, with a thin finger. “I think your wires got crossed again.”
The irken scoffed. “ Is it not customary to bring the effected sick pathetic earth child a GIFT as motivation to heal ? “ He walked around to the head of the bed, looming over. “ How’s that hippo sized head of yours, ehh?”
