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Kind of a Challenge- Kink Meme [28 Sep 2008|04:06pm]

 hey! I just made an Invader Zim Anonymous Kink Meme. And I wanted to pimp this out since it hasn't gotten much reply. And so I've been looking around at other communities and found this. 

Now I know this is just a Challenge Fanfic Community, but I kind of think that a Kink Meme is kind of a challenge to those who would like to forfill some requests of some fans, anonymously. So please, see it that way. 

Rules and Instructions are in the link below. 

Please go HERE for the Meme. 

Thank You. 

I'm even making this community active again. <33
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HEY LADIES. [16 Oct 2005|12:54pm]

And gentlemen, if there are any of those here...

September's Challenge: Write a story about Homecoming.

October's Challenge: Write something scary/creepy/monster-related.
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AHH I DIDNT DO A JULY ONE [07 Aug 2005|06:22pm]


Okay, this month is...write one about someone besides the four main characters (Dib, Zim, Gaz, GIR) in school.

Now, this can be interpreted however you want, so enjoy!
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June Challenge? [16 Jun 2005|08:11am]

[ mood | disappointed ]

You know what? I'm still going to post these. I don't care.

Write a story about Father's Day.

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May Challenge [07 May 2005|10:26am]

[ mood | bored ]

Hey, I don't want this to go the wayside...

Write about Dib and Gaz's mom, in honor of Mother's Day.

(interpret this any way you like, such as the mother=genetic manipulation by a machine)

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APRIL CHALLENGE. [16 Apr 2005|12:38am]

[ mood | hyper ]

I will make one for any one still alive out there, because I feel bad; I don't want this community to die. I like it.

CHALLENGE: Write a story that involves a celebrity, a sports game, and a lamp.

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Inhaler: My Challenge Answer [29 Jan 2005|12:34am]

[ mood | sleepy ]

Title – Inhaler
Author -Dibmagician
Challenge - Challenge #3, Unusual Pairing
Rating - PG?
Warnings - obviously, non-canon romance, this kind homosexual
Pairings - ZAMR
Disclaimer – Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Viacom.
Summary –What do you do for a man's birthday if he has every thing?

The first challenge fic from me this time around, and it’s quite a long one. Yay. This one is a ZAMR fic that, I bet you’re wondering where the title came from. Well, most of the stories I write are inspired by songs; for example, “Rose Tint My World” is inspired by the RHPS song of the same name. Finding Happiness has one, but…I’m waiting to discuss that at the end of the story. Anyway, this story was inspired by “Inhaler” by Hooverphonic from my CSI soundtrack CD. It’s a very pretty song, actually.
Another thing: as the show never says when any of the characters’ birthdays are, I decided to make up one for Membrane, or, to be more precise, I used my own. Disclaimer: Zim, Membrane, and the rest of the IZ gang belong to poor Jhonen, whose works we love to degrade with sweet, sweet slashing, and Viacom, who probably doesn’t know.

Click It. NOW.Collapse )

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The challenges...they're multiplying uncontrollably! [11 Jan 2005|05:58pm]

Eh, why not. Third one, and I suppose the last. Mmm-yep.

Since people have been doing a bit of this anyway, and I'd like to see more of it *grins*, here we go. I'd like to issue an "Unusual Pairing" challenge. Now, this can mean one of two things: unusual for the entire fandom, or unsual for YOU.

If it's unusual for the fandom, it should be something that's VERY VERY RARELY, if EVER, been used. So if you believe in the True Love between GIR and Zita, or Torque Smacky and Poop Dawg, here's your chance to write about it.

(EDIT: So as not to incur the wrath of the ZAMR fans XD [what the...where did you guys come from?], I'll say that it IS OK to write a couple that's unusual, but not UNHEARD of. Eh, why not. Just don't use any of the following [if you're writing THIS option]: ZADR, RAPR, ZAGR, DATR, or DAGR. Now go nuts, ya crazy kids!)

If it's unusual for just you, it doesn't matter how common the pairing is, but it needs to be something you either actively dislike, or have never really cared for/understood. In other words, something you normally wouldn't write. So if Dib/Gaz "squicks" you, here's your chance to (try to) write it.

Obviously, it can be BOTH of these...

And really, my apologies if this seems like two challenges...basically, it's just two different ways to do the same thing. Let me know if I should edit/delete it, please.
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Meh, I'll post a challenge too. [10 Jan 2005|08:09pm]

[ mood | distressed ]

Even though mine never get used.

This one is called "Love for the Unloved".

Ever notice how all the fancharacters in fics swarm to Zim, Dib, and the Tallest? (well, they get more ass than the others, anyway) Well, no more! This challenge is to write about a rabid, fangirlish/boyish story about those who don't get love, getting love! Examples are Skoodge, Ms. Bitters, Gaz, and Professor Membrane. (gee, I wonder if one of this will be posted? *hint hint*)

EDIT: It can be a normal original character or an obvious Mary Sue. Either one.

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A Challenge! I Send Thee A Chellenge! [09 Jan 2005|03:05am]

I don't know if this is right, but...the first is over and there wasn't a new post for new challenges for the month or anything...so I'm just going to stick this one up here as one, and if I'm out of line and need to move/delete it, I will do so.

Challenge: Innuendo

I challenge you to write fic containing as much innuendo as you can do without going overboard and being obviously distateful and/or stupid. Extra props for Zim being the one to use it. XD
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Late "Regicide" Challenge. [31 Dec 2004|08:20am]

Title – Reunion
Author - mimsy_borogove
Challenge - Late November Challenge #2, "Regicide"
Rating - PG
Warnings: Don't stick silverware in your toaster.
Pairings: None.
Disclaimer – Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez, Nickelodeon and Viacom (that goes for the drabble below, too; sorry).
Summary – One last meeting. One last chance for revenge.

Yes. After a campaign of nearly a year, FINALLY, inevitably, they were all dead. There was no one left to challenge his power. His reign would be UNDISPUTED...Collapse )
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Dib/Tak Response. Rated G! [30 Dec 2004|01:30pm]

Hi all, hope you're having a happy holiday season! This is a bit of an experiment. I've been strapped for time this month, but I really wanted to...answer my own challenge XD *waits to be smacked* so I decided to write an official, technical "drabble," something I've never done before.

What's a drabble, Mr. Wizard? Well gee, little Timmy, I'm glad you asked. A "drabble" is a story that is EXACTLY one hundred words. It's also a whole lot more difficult to write than I thought. :P

So here's the first "official" Zim drabble I've happened to see. And there was much rejoicing.

'Glamour'Collapse )
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(Tak/Dib, PG) Crash [23 Dec 2004|11:57am]

Sorry, kinda rushed right now so not entirely properly formatted... but here's my answer to the Tak/Dib challenge.

CrashCollapse )
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November Challenge Response (Sorry! T_T) [23 Dec 2004|01:56pm]

Title – Hic Sunt Dracones
Author - Ivy-chan
Challenge - Challenge #1, Monsters
Rating - PG-13
Warnings: I really can't think of any.
Pairings: None.
Disclaimer – Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez, Nickelodeon and Viacom.
Summary – The worst kind of monsters aren't the ones in your head.

She could tell which part of the school she was by the decorations on the hallways. Sixth grade hallway was festooned with colorful banners proclaiming slogans of inspiration. Photos of animals with sayings like: ‘hang in there!’, and old drawings of students working. The art classes hung their drawings out in the hall, placed clumpy papier mache masks and sculptures out in their display cases, and generally made a colorful mess of the hall. Nearer to the cafeteria, there were one or two posters about milk, and two water fountains, tall and short. No one could comfortably drink from the short one, so they used it as a holder for used bubble gum. She’d once been made to chew a wad of it after she’d dared take a turn for water. It tasted watery and metallic, like licking a pipe. She’d spit it out in the wastebasket once they’d all left her, and had felt sure she would fall sick and die. But she knew none of them would be sorry.

This was the hall near the gymnasium, heavy with the stench of sweat and the faint smells of cigarette smoke and perfume. The floor was lined with slick linoleum tile, and her shoes made sharp clicking sounds as she walked past the lockers, thinking idly about schoolwork she needed to do.

Navigating, circumnavigation…ships on the high seas. I think I need to remember more about that for my report next week. Daddy can help me, he’s been sailing before.

Hesitant steps led her past the music hall, with its empty music stands left out for cleaning, and the posters of old musicals and orchestras. A mural of instruments done in black paint loomed on one wall, the jagged edges of piano and guitar looking like waving shadows on the wall of her room at night. Loud, off-key music rang from the closed wooden doors of both band rooms, and she put her hands over her ears and hurried on. Music reminded her too much of when she’d been made to practice her guitar in front of the class. Her hands shook, bringing jangling, sharp squeals from the guitar, the sweat on her palms making her fingers slip. The room would go small and echo-y, and oh so very quiet. She could hear snickers from the class, and the patient click-clacking of the music teacher’s fingernails as she’d tell her in a voice of calm, mechanical sympathy that she had all the time she needed, but she’d stay there until she could get it right.

Caution…something. And monsters.

She’d never gotten it right.

What was the term for danger in the old maps?

Past the music hall, turning towards the library, huge wooden hall pass clutched tightly enough to give her splinters. The library hall was decorated with faded cardboard mobiles of books and pencils. They turned slowly in the gentle wind of the air conditioner, twisting around each other and then slowly turning back. This was always safe haven for her. The library was where you went to study and be quiet, and no one wanted any of that. She didn’t like books, but she went in anyway, for the quiet. For the safety and the solitude. The books were a puzzle for her, like enormous jigsaws with tiny pieces. Tiny, tiny words that fit together in confusing patterns. Every time she went in, shed pick up a book and pretend to read it, to pacify the librarian with the slanty dark eyes that would glare at you if you went in just for nothing. Some of the time, this would be where she spent recess. The bathrooms were the other option, but even those might not be safe.

They’d write it somewhere around the unknown places…with swirly monster things and stuff. Back when they didn’t know where countries and things were. What was the word for unknown territory?

The thought of the bathroom was enough to conjure up the image of the toilet bowl rushing towards her face, the feel of her upper arms and neck being gripped with bruising force as they’d shoved her head in and flushed. Screams would become loud gargling sounds, and she thought that she’d be drowned. She’d read somewhere that you could drown in two inches of water. This must have been more. Dying in a toilet sounded so stupid, too. Water rushed around her face and sucked down, then refilled. They let go and dropped her on the hard tile floor, and she’d dimly worried about her wet hair and the water dripping onto her shirt and into her lap. Water had been burning in her eyes, and she’d blinked to make it go away.

It was Latin, or something. Sounded like a hiccup. Caution..?

A sharp pang in her hand brought her out of her trance, and when she glanced down she saw how white her knuckles in her hand were. Like skeleton bones, like the skeleton in the science closet. Her grip loosened, and she saw she was nearing her destination. This hallway was bare except for the rows of lockers on one side. Nothing hung on the walls but pieces of tape left from pictures that had once been displayed. She swallowed nervously and wrapped her hand around the doorknob. The teacher’s lecture drifted to her ears, mixing with her own thoughts.

Doom, doom, doom…caution, here be?


She pushed the door open slowly, wincing at the loud creak. The teacher turned her head and glared at her beadily, gesturing for her to sit down. Caution. The hall pass made a heavy clunk as she dropped it on the desk; her shoes seemed to echo through the room as she walked down the narrow path between the desks. Her eyes stayed on the floor, looking for feet stretched out to trip her up. A spit wad landed on her arm, bouncing to the floor as she sat heavily down in her desk chair. Safe.

Her heart fell into her stomach as she saw the slip of paper in her desk. She didn’t need to look at it to see what it said.

See you at recess.

The words, what were they?

They were watching her smugly. Like sharks circling in for the kill. Like monsters. The phrase she’d been looking for slipped silently into her head, and she whispered it under her breath. She didn’t need to write it down for remembrance. She lived it.

Hic sunt dracones.

Here there be dragons.


Brownie points to those who can guess who it is. X3
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Response #1 [23 Dec 2004|08:57am]

[ mood | mischievous ]

Title – I Hate Snow
Author -Dibmagician
Challenge - Challenge #1, Snow
Rating - PG?
Warnings - non-canon romance (not the same as last time)
Pairings - one-sided surprise
Disclaimer – Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Viacom.
Summary –What if two things you loved crushed each other?

Story time!Collapse )

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Well, at least I tried. [14 Nov 2004|08:16am]

[ mood | mischievous ]

I suppose we're supposed to make new threads for our challenge replies, so...that's what I'm doing.

Title – Rose Tint My World (odd title, huh?)
Author -Dibmagician
Challenge - Challenge #2, Regicide
Rating - R
Warnings - underlying tones of non-canon romance, (not going to say which kind, as I want it to be a surprise.) excessive gore, and character death
Pairings - (see above)
Disclaimer – Invader Zim is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Viacom.
Summary –When someone gets pushed over the edge, how far will it take them to get gratification? (Yes, that probably didn’t make sense, I know.)
Hope you like it!

"I wonder...Do you even know how much of a horrible person I think you are?" the captor called to their male prisoner, who was currently hanging upside down from a large, metal cable tied around his feet and connected to the ceiling, blood spattering from the numerous but non-lethal wounds on him made merely for the sake of torture.
“You think that you can get away with every thing, don’t you?” they growled at its captive. “You just think that no one will scorn you for what you do, because nobody cares!”
The captor paused for a moment, pushing the captive’s right shoulder so that he lazily spun around in a counter-clockwise circle.
“Stop…” muttered the prisoner as he continued to whirl around.
The torturer cocked an eyebrow. “Stop? STOP? Listen, you pompous bastard, I make the rules around here and I’ll stop when I feel like it,” the captor pushed him again so that he was now twirling quite fast. That was, until the torturer reached out a hand and abruptly stopped the insane spiraling of the man and the rope connected to his feet. It then began pacing in front of its hostage.
“Do you know that after I while, I stopped hating him?” they inquired. “At that point…it skipped friendship; I loved him. And he loved me. Those were the happiest days of my life! But then…you came into the picture. And YOU stole him away from me. He started to spend less and less time with me and more and more time with you. And then…he was gone,”
The pacing stopped, and the captor walked straight up to the man, who was currently eye level with him. “Because of you! Because of you, he left. Because of you, my one happy thing in my life was gone. You ruined my and his life! You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, take! You drain others of their love and emotions. Well, I've had enough.* I’m going to make you pay even more than you already have…” they then pulled out a very large hook.
“Now you’re being unreasonable…the authorities will eventually find out about this!” the prisoner spat out, panicked.
“So? I doubt they’ll be able to find out it was me, and even if they do, it wouldn’t matter. My life is gone; nothing they do to me will make me regret this,” the captor replied, twirling the large hook in its hands.
“No! Don’t do this!” he (the prisoner) shrieked, flailing his arms.
“Oh? And why’s that, hmm?” the torturer demanded, grabbing the front of the man’s coat and shaking him.
“Because it’s wrong…would he want you to do this? To me?” he queried, trying to save his own life.
The captor laughed. “It’s because he wouldn’t want me to do this that I have to…he’ll come back to Earth for your funeral, and that’s when I’ll strike. Maybe not me, but it’ll happen,”
“No!” was the only thing that the man said. “Don’t!”
The captor stared into a pair of amber eyes, matching their own. “Goodbye, Daddy,” he muttered, then reached the hook up and ripped the man’s chest and stomach wide open before stepping back.
There was a slight squeaking noise, like he had started to try and scream, from the Professor before he died, and his eyes flickered with fear. But then, of course, they dimmed with death as his organs fell out of his body and hit the ground, hanging out like streamers at a birthday party, only far more grotesque.
The captor smiled, dropping the hook to the ground before looking upward and muttering, “That was for you, Zim,” The captor then took off the black gloves he had been wearing, shoved them into the left pocket of his black trench coat, and walked out, humming “Rose Tint My World” as he left the bloody body of his father to rot in his sanctuary, his home lab, until someone found it.

Well, that’s it. A bit creepy and short, yes, but ah well. A cookie to any one who can tell me what the asterisked quote and the title/song are from.

Criticism is fine!

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Questions... [23 Oct 2004|11:35am]

When are challenges going to be posted? And, are WE allowed to post challenges?
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New to this community. Whoo. [15 Oct 2004|11:36pm]

[ mood | cheerful ]

Hi, I'm new here, and I write fanfiction in my spare time. My page is on http://www.fanfiction.net/u/307445/ and I have five stories on there, three of which were posted recently and I like MUCH better than the other two, particulary my most recent one. My stories themselves have no rhyme or reason to them patternwise, minus the fact that I like to add Membrane in them a lot more than the normal fanfic writer. Then again, most normal fanfic writers aren't Membrane fans...

Anyway, my favorite characters are Dib and Membrane, with Dib in first (of course) and Membrane a close second,though one of the few reasons for that is Dib's closer to my age, being only two years younger than me. I personally can and will write about anything, including any pairing I find interesting. In fact, I was considering writing a surprise slash pairing as a side project, but I'm not quite sure if it'll ever be written. I love a challenge, and any challenge that has involves at least one person from my father-son bishie (yes, I call the two my bishies, so sue me.) duo will be something I'd definitely be willing to do.

One big question, though: can we post a challenge on here after a while? Yes, I know what this is made for, but I just wanted to know.

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[12 Oct 2004|11:08pm]

[ mood | hyper ]

Uhm... Hi! ^^ I'm jumping onto this too, because challenge communities are fun and of course a challenge community for Zim rules all. Mizander introduced the comm to me. Like all the rest of you I have (shock) a fanfiction.net account: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/424924/. I follow a variety of fandoms besides Zim (Sonic the Hedgehog, Blade of the Immortal, Bleach, Animorphs, and other stuff) but none of them have inspired me to write fanfiction like he has. At least not yet.

Zim and Dib are my favorite characters, but I'm also fond of lesser-used ones like Gretchen and Skoodge. Uhm... that's all I guess. Looking forward to the challenges! :D

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Incoming Transmission... [08 Oct 2004|12:13am]

I be new. As is pretty obvious due to the fact that this is my first post and the community is brand spanking new itself. But, might as well clear the air with the stereotypical ice-breaker :)

Like most of the current members (and the rest of the breathing half of humanity), I have an account on ffn --> http://www.fanfiction.net/u/237847/

I am well aware and openly admit that I'm not that great a writer. I'm hoping this community will help me improve a bit ;)
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