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@bearsuitzim

zim in a bear costume ? its more likely than you think. 6•27•17

@bearsuitzim

It’s likely because Zim is truly amazing! (Like this art, MAD CUTE)

“But you are adorabl–WHAT?!” His antenna would suddenly shoot upwards as his face turned a deep blue. “ARE YOU CALLING ZIM FAT?! Because Zim is NOT! Zim is in perfect shape in fact!” He shouted, huffing as he folded his arms.

“Don’t call me that either! I’m NOT cute!”

Zim cocked an eye over at the other’s direction. “HA! Even as a Zim you should know that was a LIE!!” He defended before a smug grin grew. “Only a Zim in perfect shape could do… erm… this!” He suddenly challenged before jumping up on the couch, standing on two feet.

“Can you do that, cute and fat Zim?! Huh? huh?” He gleed in victory.

Zim blushed deeply. “W-what?! It is not!” He yelled, growling as the other grinned. “Hmpf! I could do that!” He scoffed, jumping onto the couch….though he only managed to make it up half way, climbing up the rest of the couch. He panted heavily as he stood on two feet. “…S..see??”

Zim’s antennas started to droop as he watched the other attempt to make it on the couch. Shaking his head as he rested his head on his chin, he sighed.

“Aah yes, of course, I see.” He said sarcastically before getting defensive “Just because you made it up proves nothing!”

He pouted. “Silence! Zim made up nothing! Zim is in perfect…perfect…” He paused, panting slightly as he suddenly collapsing onto the couch.

“Zim…hates you…” He grumbled out. “But I’m still not fat…or cute…”

Zim patted the Zim’s belly before getting off the couch. “D’aww you don’t mean that.” He said pulling out the living room chalkboard and started to write down some crazy equations. Determination pumped through his veins to find out the meaning of this Zim’s qualities. It took a solid three days of staring mindlessly at the board before he gasped aloud.

“If he is a Zim, then he can’t be flawed!” He exclaimed coming to the conclusion. “You are perfect Zim.”

Zim groaned out, trying to scratch at his other self. Soon enough, Zim passed out, snoring loudly in his deep sleep. He woke up three days later, right as his counterpart gasped, managing to fall off the couch.

“EH? See? I told you! Zim is just fine! So if you call Zim cute or fat again and I will destroy you.” He said, standing up and walking over to his other self.

Zim felt the floor vibrate before he turned around to face the other with a sharp glare.

“Oh yeah! Well- uhh- well if you damage Zim’s floor I will destroy you!”

Zim glared back at his counterpart, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Why would Zim damage your stupid floor? How would Zim even do that?”

Zim looked at him like it was obvious. “Because you’re fff-- AAH nevermind!” He exclaimed in rage before pushing the chalkboard over. “Curse you science Curse you!!!”

“But you are adorabl–WHAT?!” His antenna would suddenly shoot upwards as his face turned a deep blue. “ARE YOU CALLING ZIM FAT?! Because Zim is NOT! Zim is in perfect shape in fact!” He shouted, huffing as he folded his arms.

“Don’t call me that either! I’m NOT cute!”

Zim cocked an eye over at the other’s direction. “HA! Even as a Zim you should know that was a LIE!!” He defended before a smug grin grew. “Only a Zim in perfect shape could do… erm… this!” He suddenly challenged before jumping up on the couch, standing on two feet.

“Can you do that, cute and fat Zim?! Huh? huh?” He gleed in victory.

Zim blushed deeply. “W-what?! It is not!” He yelled, growling as the other grinned. “Hmpf! I could do that!” He scoffed, jumping onto the couch….though he only managed to make it up half way, climbing up the rest of the couch. He panted heavily as he stood on two feet. “…S..see??”

Zim’s antennas started to droop as he watched the other attempt to make it on the couch. Shaking his head as he rested his head on his chin, he sighed.

“Aah yes, of course, I see.” He said sarcastically before getting defensive “Just because you made it up proves nothing!”

He pouted. “Silence! Zim made up nothing! Zim is in perfect…perfect…” He paused, panting slightly as he suddenly collapsing onto the couch.

“Zim…hates you…” He grumbled out. “But I’m still not fat…or cute…”

Zim patted the Zim’s belly before getting off the couch. “D’aww you don’t mean that.” He said pulling out the living room chalkboard and started to write down some crazy equations. Determination pumped through his veins to find out the meaning of this Zim’s qualities. It took a solid three days of staring mindlessly at the board before he gasped aloud.

“If he is a Zim, then he can’t be flawed!” He exclaimed coming to the conclusion. “You are perfect Zim.”

Zim groaned out, trying to scratch at his other self. Soon enough, Zim passed out, snoring loudly in his deep sleep. He woke up three days later, right as his counterpart gasped, managing to fall off the couch.

“EH? See? I told you! Zim is just fine! So if you call Zim cute or fat again and I will destroy you.” He said, standing up and walking over to his other self.

Zim felt the floor vibrate before he turned around to face the other with a sharp glare.

"Oh yeah! Well- uhh- well if you damage Zim's floor I will destroy you!"

Susan sighed as she rubbed her head. “Eh, I just came for some cuddles. I feel very eh… sad? lately.” She gave Zim a sad smile

A blush was evident on the small irken’s face from all the affection, but Zim wouldn’t let that be known as he burrowed his head into Susan.

“Mmphmm..”

Was all that was mumbled.

Susan let out a small giggle, letting out a small cooe. “You’re a great friend Zim.”

Zim smiled as he peered up, antennas twitching a bit in curiosity. "Does that mean Susan feels better now?"

“But you are adorabl–WHAT?!” His antenna would suddenly shoot upwards as his face turned a deep blue. “ARE YOU CALLING ZIM FAT?! Because Zim is NOT! Zim is in perfect shape in fact!” He shouted, huffing as he folded his arms.

“Don’t call me that either! I’m NOT cute!”

Zim cocked an eye over at the other’s direction. “HA! Even as a Zim you should know that was a LIE!!” He defended before a smug grin grew. “Only a Zim in perfect shape could do… erm… this!” He suddenly challenged before jumping up on the couch, standing on two feet.

“Can you do that, cute and fat Zim?! Huh? huh?” He gleed in victory.

Zim blushed deeply. “W-what?! It is not!” He yelled, growling as the other grinned. “Hmpf! I could do that!” He scoffed, jumping onto the couch….though he only managed to make it up half way, climbing up the rest of the couch. He panted heavily as he stood on two feet. “…S..see??”

Zim’s antennas started to droop as he watched the other attempt to make it on the couch. Shaking his head as he rested his head on his chin, he sighed.

“Aah yes, of course, I see.” He said sarcastically before getting defensive “Just because you made it up proves nothing!”

He pouted. “Silence! Zim made up nothing! Zim is in perfect…perfect…” He paused, panting slightly as he suddenly collapsing onto the couch.

“Zim…hates you…” He grumbled out. “But I’m still not fat…or cute…”

Zim patted the Zim's belly before getting off the couch. “D’aww you don’t mean that.” He said pulling out the living room chalkboard and started to write down some crazy equations. Determination pumped through his veins to find out the meaning of this Zim’s qualities. It took a solid three days of staring mindlessly at the board before he gasped aloud.

“If he is a Zim, then he can’t be flawed!” He exclaimed coming to the conclusion. “You are perfect Zim.”

Boondocks

Remember when it was 90 degrees and Uncle Ruckus called 911 on 8-year-old Riley for spraying water on him🙃

Rich mother fuckers, straight the rat hole

“But you are adorabl–WHAT?!” His antenna would suddenly shoot upwards as his face turned a deep blue. “ARE YOU CALLING ZIM FAT?! Because Zim is NOT! Zim is in perfect shape in fact!” He shouted, huffing as he folded his arms.

“Don’t call me that either! I’m NOT cute!”

Zim cocked an eye over at the other’s direction. “HA! Even as a Zim you should know that was a LIE!!” He defended before a smug grin grew. “Only a Zim in perfect shape could do… erm… this!” He suddenly challenged before jumping up on the couch, standing on two feet.

“Can you do that, cute and fat Zim?! Huh? huh?” He gleed in victory.

Zim blushed deeply. “W-what?! It is not!” He yelled, growling as the other grinned. “Hmpf! I could do that!” He scoffed, jumping onto the couch….though he only managed to make it up half way, climbing up the rest of the couch. He panted heavily as he stood on two feet. “…S..see??”

Zim's antennas started to droop as he watched the other attempt to make it on the couch. Shaking his head as he rested his head on his chin, he sighed.

"Aah yes, of course, I see." He said sarcastically before getting defensive "Just because you made it up proves nothing!"

(In honor of the Boondocks newspaper comic strip, happy Sunday!)

-  Aaron McGruder

The walk home was somewhat long, based on the instructions to his home that Zim gave, it was a little further ways from the suburbs of town. Regardless, the crossroads there would still get Tori home, a little longer than needed but, still a path regardless.

“So, how do you like this place so far? I mean, do you enjoy it here than your old place so far?” he turned to the strange green classmate.

Zim was in a state of panic. He couldn’t be late! The children will suspect something and find out his identity... NO. Making a ‘bee-line’ to the Skool he faced the many obstacles of lawn ornaments, pools, and bushes - etc.

Eventually, he made it to the skool yard, it probably took more time than his regular route. He made his way over to the human that he recognized. “We meet again Tori.” Zim said pulling a twig out of his wig and shaking a flamingo ornament off his boot.

(Dwaaaw thank you sorry I’ve been MIA ❤)

“Hum.. I guess you wouldn’t know what that is.. OH! I could teach you!… maybe..”

((You’re fine!

Zim narrowed his eyes as if he was being challenged.

Keep reading

“Yes very normal.. anyway you ready Zim??”

Zim was hesitant a bit, but with his ego he would agree to anything.

“Yeah yeah Zim is ready!”

He grinned wide in anticipation, scooping Zim up to place him on a couch. [Magically appearing couches are the best kind of couches] “I knew you wouldn’t refuse”

Zim’s body trembled a bit as he was not used to being touch. “Uh… Zim refuses nothing!” He stated proudly before his ego started subsiding. “But maybe Zim needs a.. a refresher… yes! On this fuck thing.”

(My favorite kind of couch 😂)

“Mm.. you’re so innocent aren’t you?~” he purred. Caressing Zim’s cheek. “Why don’t I just show you hmm??”

Zim’s antennas were pulsing against his skull in anticipation. He was not sure why his body was acting like this from the contact, but he didn’t hate it.

“Z-zim innocent?! I blew up other invaders! Aah… but erm in terms of this, I guess you can show Zim”

He scooped Zim up. Dancing his around before placing him on the couch. Crawling over the smaller.

Zim’s already large eyes widened even more as his breath hitched, What was he feeling? Excitement? Anxiousness? He didn’t even know.

“Eeh..so is that all?”

“But you are adorabl–WHAT?!” His antenna would suddenly shoot upwards as his face turned a deep blue. “ARE YOU CALLING ZIM FAT?! Because Zim is NOT! Zim is in perfect shape in fact!” He shouted, huffing as he folded his arms.

“Don’t call me that either! I’m NOT cute!”

Zim cocked an eye over at the other’s direction. “HA! Even as a Zim you should know that was a LIE!!” He defended before a smug grin grew. “Only a Zim in perfect shape could do... erm... this!” He suddenly challenged before jumping up on the couch, standing on two feet.

“Can you do that, cute and fat Zim?! Huh? huh?” He gleed in victory.

“Mall security ain’t shit– ever run away from the police or murder a human?” Nathan came over, and decided to gently lay the bike against the house. “You aren’t allergic to anything right?”

“Heh. heh... of course Zim has! Ah yes, human authoritive vehicles are no match to irkens!” Zim horribly lied to appear as tough as he should be. His expression quickly changed as he began to fidget with his gloved hands. “Uhh not that I know of... why?”

Susan sighed as she rubbed her head. “Eh, I just came for some cuddles. I feel very eh… sad? lately.” She gave Zim a sad smile

A blush was evident on the small irken’s face from all the affection, but Zim wouldn’t let that be known as he burrowed his head into Susan.

“Mmphmm..”

Was all that was mumbled.