I just uploaded a new chapter to https://archiveofourown.org/works/16947819?view_full_work=true and realized the last one was posted THREE YEARS AGO??? I’m sorry everyone. It’s back though if you care

Imagine Zim doesn't give up on his mission before he and Dib are out of skool like he does in a lot of ZADR/ZADF fics. Like, they've transitioned into a new life stage, but he's still trying to take over the earth in an adult setting.

Every week he's getting a new job, not because he needs one since he's still getting a military salary, but because he thinks he's "infiltrating" every job to learn its secrets and access a means of enslaving the human race. He goes to college just because some of the places he wants to infiltrate require a degree and 5-10 years experience and it just doesn't occur to him to forge his credentials. Eventually the Tallest cut him off, his base falls apart and he can't afford to fix it, so he has to move into a shitty apartment and get a steady human job for real. He dreams of one day being able to afford to build a new base. Unfortunately, the cost of those kits has skyrocketed, along with the type of fuel his Voot Cruisr takes and the cost of shipping food that's actually edible for Irkens all the way out to the Space Boonies, and the side-gigs he takes up to earn space currency just aren't paying the bills. Until he discovers he can make bank posting feet pics on Space OnlyFans.

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22 hr. ago

I had the weirdest dream last night?!!

I don’t even remember what happened, all I remember was this voice at the end: “You CAN’T trust him. He probably just wants you to draw his stupid horse.” What?!? I follow people who draw horses! I like horses! Why are they being attacked in this way?

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1 min. ago

It was a premonition.

#sir. #i cannot draw your horse #i can’t draw at all actually #please commission an artist #id in alt text #irl source

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1 hr. ago

gotta love knitting needles. i can make a scarf. i can make a hat. i can stab your eyes out. i can make mittens.

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1 hr. ago

What was that middle part?

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46 min. ago

i can make a hat

#irl source

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1 hr. ago

Any Overlord dead after 1940 can’t make quality entertainment. All they know is WcDonalds, recycled content, planned obsolescence, be bisexual, eat voot loops, and lie.

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49 min. ago

Fight me irl you fake ass motherfucker! I can’t suspend your account but I can kick your ass!

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49 min. ago

I don’t believe you can do either of those things, Vox :)

#real radio demon broadcasts #irl source

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3 hr. ago

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

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50 min. ago

Area Man Who Has "Had Enough" Wakes Up Next Morning at 6:30 AM to Commute to Work Again

#irl source

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52 min. ago

The fucking fake Alastor account stole my joke!!1!

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51 min. ago

Son of a bitch his post has more notes than mine!

#un-fucking-believable #he should be hiding in shame like the real alastor #but he’s out here stealing my fucking posts??? #fuck this fuck this fuck this

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1 hr. ago

What should I get at international hellhouse of pancakes?

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1 hr. ago

alright

#id in alt text #irl source

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⚪️ Anonymous said

isn’t it disrespectful to write fics about someone you killed irl?

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Jul 3

I have no respect for Adam. Hope this helps! <3

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2 hr. ago

can’t believe Niffty managed to Kill Adam a second time

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#niffty lady #adam

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2 hr. ago

any overlord dead before 1940 can't use modern tech… all they know is radio, make shitty dad jokes, smile, be asexual, eat people, and lie.

#shitposting in 4k #vagueposting in 4k #irl source

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5 hr. ago

Look at this shit-ass sine we found in the living world

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4 hr. ago

[Image Description: A sign for Lucama Global Methodist Church; Those who eat the Devil’s corn will choke on his cob! // End Image Description]

And it’s spelled, “sign,” sir.

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4 hr. ago

country boys make do

#thanks for the id Moxx #irl source

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Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

#meta #fake tumblr dash

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Are we going to get any drawling's of what dib and zim did? Like detailed ones? I'm a very curious lady about what's going to happen to them and how it looked when zim bite him.. or how zim in the voot looked or when zim comes into the room again after hearing his name from dib even if he was not speaking the name

*sprays you with water* To horny jail with you!

Lol but in all seriousness, I draw when and what my brain permits. Working on the fic is my top priority, but I'll let you guys know when I've posted spicier artwork to AO3 <3

Yesterday I reread Spacedust & Nightlight

By @bamsara for the fifth time and I wanted to do a collage of the vibes that the fic has

This last two picture are my favorite. ( Zim you deserve love I promise)

It is crazy how everytime that I read it I catch more hidden stuff like the amount of trust that Zim has in Dib when he shows him how to pilot the voot.

Or how Dib see some suspicious blueprints of a certain friendship bracelet ( THE PLAKET GUYSS IS THE PLAKET)

Anyway I may do this for the rest of the fics of the series even if I am 4-5 years late

Is there a fic out there where Dib gets validated via him running away to travel the universe with Zim.

And Prof. Membrane happens to visit the house the night he runs and follows him out of curiosity, because where is his son going. Gaz even told him about this being very common recently.

And he witnesses Zim's house packing up, the voot coming up the ground and Dib climbing in with zim out of his disguise.

He so shocked it doesnt even register that the voot is flying to the atmosphere until it was too late.

I cant find much fics where Dib gets to gloat to humanity that he was right☹

REPAIR SHIP

okay to get this straight this is like a small fic thingy that I just wanted to write. and i haven't written like this in like a long time and i just suddenly! got the urge to! soooo, uh yeah . enjoy this if u can

oh!!! btw!!!! taken place in crash landing in my au!!

also.

☆ - zaan

☆ - diz

it's 4:37 AM. zaan is fixing buzz, her sir unit, as diz continues to bother her..as he's done for about an hour, almost two.

" ...... "

" hey, zaan.. "

" boy, what?! this the 50 millionth time you've said that! "

" know what would be amazing right now? "

" if i'd get this damn piece to go in. "

diz laughed.

" if i was an invader, like you. "

" tuh. invader my butt. only thing you could do is clean. get me the uhh, the e- "

" HEY! "

" SHH! shut up yelling like that! "

" eminem is showing there's an irken signal here! "

"...i'm sorry? "

" irken! signal! here! on earth! said eminem."

eminem? what a ridiculous name. that's a rapper name. diz had learned about earth things more than zaan did.

" okay, FIRST of all, i done told you we not naming the ship "Eminem". "

" shit! "

diz began giggling as he said that.

" and watch that mouth. "

" but YOU curse! why can't iiii curse?! "

" i don't want you cursing anymore. ever since we learned how these uhhh.. "

" humans. "

" how these humans curse, you've been laughing everytime "shit" is said. you said irken signal? "

" uh-huh. "

irken signals? that couldn't be good. at least for zaan. now she's pissed.

" ....watch buzz. don't do nothing stupid. "

zaan handed the broken sir unit over to diz and "got into" her disguise. she rushed out of the unknown garage belonging to some random human that they were in. it's weird how they haven't been caught yet, despite the fact it's been nearly 2 hours.

zaan went in a nearby bush and crouched. she had looked at her wrist.

" computer. where is this irken signal at? "

" IRKEN SIGNAL LOCATED IN: INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. "

" indiana? "

" INDIANA IS A STATE LOCATED IN- "

" alright, thank you. that's all i needed to know. wait. how..far away is indianapolis? from here? "

" DEPENDING ON HOW YOU TRAVEL, INDIANAPOLIS IS- "

" actually, you know what, nevermind. i don't need to know that, "

zaan didn't want to feel more anxious and angry than she already was.

" ..the voot cruiser should be fast enough, thank you. "

was it really though? not anymore. not after it had a terrible accident on T.E, or as others call it, TE-2. see, zaan was worried. what if she was going to die? what if wherever this irken was, they were going to kill her? she'd have to see for herself. zaan shook her head and headed back to the garage.

zaan came back to buzz up and working and diz smiling at her.

" how the hell.. "

" i fixed them! "

and diz was right. he DID fix buzz..

" how..did you fix them?.. "

" here, i'll show you. "

diz demonstrated how he repaired the sir unit step by step, zaan was impressed. she hadn't expected diz to know about mechanics and all that, despite him being "stupid" in zaans eyes.

" see? call them! "

" buzz! "

no response. zaan looked at diz.

" ...uhhh.. maybe..try again? "

" you better not had done something stupid, "

zaan called buzz's name once more. no response.

" you know what? let them be. they probably sleep. "

" are you sure? "

" yes. they will be fine. "

and zaan was right. buzz would eventually wake up in the next 3 hours, and zaan would have to do the finishing touches of fixing the ship, and they would head to indiana until it was fixed.

woohoo fic over!! i will might give u guys an entire fic of my au...........

how long have you been a fan of invader zim? is there any old art you have of him when you were younger? also you said you wrote fanfics... care to tell us more? >:)))

eeeheeeegghh do I have to??? It’s sooooo cringe man.

Well, this is the internet and i haven’t been posting as much. Guess this is my punishment haha…. 🥲

Okay, so first things first when I was 10, I was a MAJOR fan of Invader Zim. I would watch it religiously whenever it came on Nicktoons or watch episodes of it on my moms laptop. Heck, I even watched the entire Christmas episode on the Nick Website at my school without getting caught. But I watched it the most when I was at my nana’s since I didn’t have Nicktoons at home. But I loved the hell out of that show. I used to dress up as Zim, wear the merch, I had a necklace. I was borderline obsessed and I guess you could say I had good reason to.

My childhood wasn’t that great; court took me away from my mom, abusive dad, my great-grandma died, other traumatic stuff… my life wasn’t good. I was completely miserable… until I watched that show. Invader Zim saved my life despite that sounding cheesy as fresh mozzarella sticks. If it hadn’t been for that show… hell, who knows where I’d be… but Zim was my everything. I looked up to him when I was younger, how he handled things. I would draw pictures of him blasting my dad or riding his Voot Cruiser or us taking over the world together. It was great.

SO MUCH SO THAT I WROTE ONE BIG FANFIC ABOUT HIM.

Now, for my sake and for yours (trust me), I won’t explain the entire story, it’s just too bad. But, I will say this and this will be the last and only time i will share this.

These were all the things that were in the fanfic:

Warrior Cats

Sgt. Frog

Pokémon

…And love triangles…

….I was 10.

If someone gives me a 100 bucks I will read the story.

…Make that 200.

AHEM! Anyway, before I die of embarrassment here is the earliest drawing I made of Zim that I could find.

Yes, it’s from the fic okay I’m gonna crawl in a hole now byeeeeeee

- EMatooney

Weekly Update Sept 3

Hello hello, it’s Sunday once again 💚, so you know what that means ~

It’s weekly update tiem :3

(Aug 27th update)

(Aug 20th update)

(Aug 13th update)

(Kink Meme Info Post)

Thank you so much to everyone that’s taken part so far, as well as those who’ve been reading and kudosing the fic fills we have so far! If you wanna check out the complete list of prompts you can do so over on the AO3 collection page right here. 

As always, I’ll go into the most recent prompts and fills beneath the read more. Please bear in mind that this is an 18+ event, so there will be mature content from here on, so be mindful of the tags and also a reminder that all characters are to be portrayed as adults in NSFW content. With that being said, let’s get into it!

We’ve had another amazing week! Not only have we had 3 new prompts, but we’ve also had 2 new fantastic fic fills! 

Only Because I Love You by Wipmoy (Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply) ZADR, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Aliens Made Them Do It, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Tentacle Dick, Zim Has A Penis and Vagina, Oral Sex, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Unsafe Sex, Swearing

“Oh no! Zim and Dib have been abducted by alien pornographers, who really want some footage of them fucking. And they can’t leave, or else they explode.

Well, that’d probably suck way worse, if they weren’t already secretly into each other. Zim’s pride cannot be vanquished so easily.”

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Slightly Less Boring by Wipmoy (Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply) ZADR, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs In A Car, Blow Jobs, In SPACE!, Road Head, Established Relationship, Choking, Coughing, Flirting, Oral Fixation, Tentacle Dick

“Turns out, intergalactic space travel isn't that exciting. Dib thinks he can fix that, though.”

Please go check out both of these amazing fics!

And now, onto the new prompts for this week. These are just abbreviated summaries, so if you’re interested please head on over to the Collection to check them out in full!

Space/Voot Road Head: Dib/Zim, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs In A Car, Blow Jobs, In SPACE! Optional Tags: Road Head

Dib sucks Zim's dick while Zim's busy piloting the Voot. 

Just Be Patient: Dib/Zim (no additional tags provided, see full prompt for additional details)

Through either supernatural or PAK Tampering means, Dib teases Zim until he’s begging. 

Girl moment??: Dib/Zim, genderbending

ZaDr, but genderbent. They are both girls. This can be cute fluffy teen romance, or it can be adult lesbian makeouts.

And that’s all for this week! Thank you so much for reading this far, and I hope you’re having an awesome day :3 💚

First Joyride

A Fic about Spittle dragging Fifi and Nlinx into their first Joyride and the race that occurs after. Enjoy!!

“Come now it'll be fun!” The late tallest Spittle insisted as he led his friends through the halls of the imperial Hangar. Tallest Blinx hummed uneasily as High war Priestess Fifi narrowed her eyes at the various cruisers and ships.

“I do not see why we had to go now. We could always return later.” Fifi stated bluntly. Spittle doubled back to her and plucked a silver thread off her antenna and held it in front of her. Fifi's face squished in discomfort. 

“Because you got too focused on your duties and started to come apart once more my friend. And besides you've never gotten to fly a ship before correct?” Spittle stated. Fifi went to argue, but stopped. 

“Even so, My tall-... Spittle, we shouldn't steal a ship.” Blinx said, correcting himself mid sentence. 

An odd trio for sure. Two former Tallest of the control Brain Era, and a Short Priestess from the last irken World War. Many at the Table never expected the 3 to get along. Fifi had been so dedicated to her work amongst the Mortuary drones many at the Tallest Table thought she was a figment created by the modern Tallest who mentioned seeing her on their death beds. 

It was when Spittle himself passed that the Table met Fifi for real. Not just rumors from members of Hive Cadaver or the Modern Tallest. Her soul was stretched too thin and was unraveling and the seams. 

They had entered with Spittle holding the Priestess under his arm like a bag of tubers. Fifi didn't even seem to fully notice where she was. Chatting with the Tallest idly. Only realizing where she was when Kiz had come over and started lecturing her for overworking. 

The two naturally clicked and an amazing friendship had bloomed. Blinx joined the mix in death, awakening free of Plague and greeted by Spittle and Fifi. 

Blinx joined their little group at Spittle's insistence. While Spittle pushed the two to take joy in hobbies and adventure, Blinx reminded them to relax and take it easy. Fifi also reminded then of their duties as leaders even in death, ensuring they knew the old ways and encouraged them to explore their roots. 

And now, Spittle was encouraging them to step outside their comfort zones once more. He noticed how Fifi observed the ship's going in and out of the Mortuary planets and had a dastardly idea. 

Hence the three picking their way through the Imperial Hangar. Spittle was inspecting the ships, occasionally calling Blinx over to inspect one. As they went along Fifi found herself drawn to a Smaller Spittle Runner. It had flaming Skull decals and swirling patterns on it. 

“Spittle, Blinx, is this ship decent?” Fifi called. Spittle and Blinx turned from the Voot Cruiser they were eyeing to check out the Runner.

“Oh! Someone customized this Spittle runner. Looks like it's base is a first Gen!” Blinx exclaimed. Spittle's eyes grew wide.

“I recognize the hull! It's the one I used in my propaganda shoot!”

“The naked one?” Fifi asked with a wry grin. Blinx blushed deeply and Spittle preened. 

“Yes! Looks like the pilot outfitted it for Crew racing. It requires three pilots to run. One to run the venting and fuel injection system, one to operate the computer systems and one to direct the ship and control speed.” Spittle explained. He smiled widely. “It's perfect! Blinx can run the computer system, it requires quick calculations to ensure the right amount of fuel reaches the engine and the various systems stay in communication! The fuel and vent systems is heavy lifting. I can handle that! Fifi you can drive!”

“W-wait!” Blinx exclaimed, claws wrapping into his antenna, curling and uncurling the appendage nervously. Spittle was already opening the cockpit. “I dont think it's a good idea! You and I might know a little about these ships but Fifi has never flown one!”

“I'll figure it out.” Fifi assured Blinx as she stepped into the cockpit after Spittle. 

“Come along Blinx! It'll be fun!” Spittle assured him. Blinx sighed and followed. Muttering apologies to the current Tallest for the trouble.

Once inside Spittle gave the two a brief overview on how to operate the ship. 

“So, Fifi you start the ship and we take our cues from you and what you want the ship to do. You know the steering and the gas, and brake. To start the ship, get the settings to your liking then engage the engine with the green button under the steering.” Spittle explained as Blinx set up his computer and calculations station. Fifi nodded setting the ship for agility and speed. 

Then, she pressed the engagement button. And they were off.

Meanwhile in the Tallest Lounge, Tallest Miyuki was relaxing as she went through the latest batch of blueprints for the Massive when an alarm sounded through the room.

Growling, Miyuki snapped her fingers and a security drone raced in.

“Report!” She demanded.

“My Tallest, A Spittle Runner from the imperial Hangar has taken off without authorization! It just left the Hangar!”

“Who took it? Vortian rebels?” Miyuki watched the Security guard begin to fidget. “Out with it!”

“N-no one My tallest. Security footage shows the cockpit open and the ship starting on its own!” 

“Show me.”

The drone pulled up the feed. Miyuki watched in confusion and fury as her own custom Spittle Runner opened on its own and took off. Though she swore she saw the outline of a short drone briefly in the pilots seat. Miyuki growled.

“Send a few cruisers to herd it back into the Hangar! I want engineers waiting for it to return and to do a full inspection.” Miyuki ordered. The drone saluted.

“Yes My Tallest!”

“You're a natural Fi!” Spittle practically sang from his place near the fuel injectors. Fifi had a small smile on her face as she spun the ship in loops. Blinx was humming contently from his station.

“Two thirds Vent and half Fuel Spittle!” Blinx called as Fifi prepped the systems for another trick.

“Positioning!” Spittle called back, as he moved the vent and fuel levers into position. 

As they enjoyed the flight the proximity alert began to ring.

“What's on our tail?” Spittle called. Blinx checked the systems. 

“Voot cruisers from the Hangar! I told you this wasn't a good idea!” Blinx exclaimed, his relaxed tone turning anxious. 

“Easy Bli.” Fifi soothed. “Let's play it by Antenna.”

The cruisers began to close in, redirecting the Runner back to the Hangar. 

“Looks like they want us to land.” Fifi stated, an odd tone mixing with her usual deadpan tone. It sounded almost, agitated.

“Well they aren't shooting us. Shall we land then?” Spittle asked. In the silence that followed the question Blinx made a decision.

“Fifi. Get ready. Spittle. Vent at one 6th, and fuel at three fourths.” Blinx said plainly. A tone he only took while trying to brace himself for something he did not enjoy the idea of.

In the silence, Spittle smiled widely and fifi began to giggle.

Miyuki growled as she watched her unmanned Spittle runner suddenly speed past her cruisers at racing speed. It nimbly weaved between the blockade they made. And while she was impressed. Miyuki was more Furious. 

“Get me a Spittle runner! Sporrk grab Cadet Red and get into the air!” Miyuki ordered. The drones and Spork saluted and scrambled. Miyuki growled. If you wanted something done right you do it yourself.

The cockpit of the Spittle runner was filled with laughter as they dodged the cruisers. Speeding between makeshift blockades and dodging asteroids with glee. 

Spittle was rushing between levers, sweat pouring off his brow as he Ensured the engine didn't backfire. He huffed and puffed between laughter, his muscles burning from the workout. Previously masked nerves melting away as he truly felt alive again.

Blinx happily crunched number and kept the radar system running, calling numbers to Spittle and obstacles for Fifi with the occasional Chuckle filling the moments between. It was a mental workout Blinx never knew he wanted. And he was smiling widely as the adrenaline filled his splooch.

Fifi screamed in glee. Taunts flew from her tongue and were punctuated with manic giggling as she dodged the cruisers. She would stop mid taunt to giggle uncontrollably when the cruisers would crash into eachother. Bouncing around like little Gurlic Wurms. 

Suddenly the comms burst to life.

“Who ever has commandeered my Spittle runner, return to the Hangar and I, Tallest Miyuki, shall be merciful.” The order called out. The three ghosts smirked to eachother and Blinx flipped the common to life.

Miyuki pulled her Spittle Runner out of the Hangar as her message was responded to. 

“The Living never dictate the will of the dead!” A feminine voice called over the comm giving Miyuki pause. “If you think you can Race Death, come for us oh Great Tallest!”

There was mad cackling on the line which made Miyuki see red. The rogue Spittle runner took off and Miyuki hissed.

“Cadet, General! Follow my lead! This criminal wants a race. Let's give it to her.”

Spork was the first to get close to The ghostly trio. As he Pulled close He tried to push the runner into a larger asteroid. He hooked onto a piece of the runner. 

“Fifi, do a jiggle!” Spittle called. Fifi responded with a giggle and shook the ship violently, unhooking the two and sending spork careening away, a major fuel line on his ship severed, leaving him without fuel. 

The Cadet Red was next to get close. He decided to try and buzz around the ship. Trying to drive them back to Miyuki, and occasionally ramming the ship. 

Blinx acted fast sending bursts of code and incorrect information into Red's systems causing the Venting system to short circuit and cause major feedback into the computer system. The system stalled and they Left Red in the dust. Blinx chuckling like mad.

Finally it was just Miyuki and the ghosts. Miyuki burst onto the comms. 

“You wish for a race then. Fine. Where is the finish line Madam death?”

“Lady Death I am Not. I am one of Her priests. The end shall be where your First General sits.” Miyuki's computer showed Sporks ship as the finishing line. A route through a nearby asteroid field also appearing in her navigation system. Miyuki sneered. An easy route. 

“Very well. If you win. I will strike this entire instance from the records and you shall go free. If I win I will have your splooch.” Miyuki stated.

“Perhaps not our splooches dear tallest. It is quite hard to claim what is not there. How about instead I give you a secret? One your Mother Brain has kept from you.”

The comms went silent. Blinx and Spittle eyed Fifi in confusion. Blinx quickly muted the comm.

“Fifi, what secret? I know you know the mother Brain. But what could you possibly know that A tallest does not?” Blinx asked. Fifi stared into his eyes, a deep pain obvious in her gaze, but a faint flicker of hope present as well. 

“You must remember I knew your Mother Brain in life. She was my dear friend. It's not a secret that would cause any harm to her.” Fifi stated as the Comm fizzled back to life.

“Deal.” Miyuki called, her ship pulling alongside their own. Fifi smiled widely as Blinx and Spittle nodded. The comm unmuted.

“Then let us begin.”

And in a flash they took off. Laughter returned to the cockpit. The three ghosts shrieking with joy and glee as they dodged asteroids and worked the systems. Miyuki kept pace. Better even. She gracefully dodged and weaved. She had the experience Fifi did not and gleefully applied it. 

Over the comms she heard the laughs and glee from her opponents. A contagious thing as soon she was laughing manically alongside the three mystery voices. 

Soon the two were neck and neck, pushing to the finish. Spittle, Blinx and Fifi were pushing the ship to the limit. But Miyuki was barely pushing hers.  With a final burst of speed, she passed the three ghosts and passed Spork's ship. 

“Hahahahaha!!! I win! Victory for Miyuki!” Miyuki howled to her opponent. To her shock, she recieved a cheer and laughter in returning voices she recognized from history video.

“Spledid! Utterly Spledid!” The voice of Tallest Blinx called.

“Amazing! Oh its been so long since I had such fun!” Stated the voice of Tallest Spittle. The two ships returned to the Hangar. An air of tension rolling off Miyuki as she disembarked her ship and beloved for the rogue Spittle runner.

And as the cockpit opened, security feed fizzled out. A little smeet carrying string giggling from amongst the wires that none could see.

And Miyuki, surrounded by Engineer drones as tow ships went to fetch Spork and Cadet Red, watched as three ghostly figures emerged.

“What manner of Disrespect!” Miyuki began, watching the forms of the late Tallest Spittle and blinx emerge alongside a small three eyed drone. The drone smiled wryly.

“High war Priestess Fifi of Hive Cadaver. I told you, it would be quite hard to have our Splooches considering we are already quite dead.” Fifi stated her voice cracking as she giggled on reflex.

“Oh indeed. No hologram here.” Blinx stated fidgeting with his robes to alleviate the adrenaline. 

“Our Darling Fifi had always been watching the ship's going in and out. I figured a quick ride wouldn't hurt. And you seemed to need the excitement as well!” Spittle stated, he was covered in a layer of glistening, star dust speckled sweat. he was also incredibly relaxed.

Miyuki stepped forward and went to place a hand through Fifi… only to be met with a warm glow in her splooch as her hand passed through. Visions of a long table filled with tallests both ancient and modern filled her mind and the figure of Lady Death hovering behind Fifi appeared. None else seemed to see her. Miyuki watched Lady Death Tuck Strings back into Fifi's form, her soul piecing itself back together a little. 

“You truly are dead souls.” Miyuki gasped. 

“Indeed. Though I apologize for any damage done to your ships.” Tallest Blinx said. 

“Ah it was minimal damage!” Spittle said gleefully. Miyuki could only gape in awe alongside her murmuring drones.

“I promised a secret if I lost did I not?” Fifi stated pulling Miyuki from her stupor. Miyuki frowned at Fifi.

“And what could such a little Drone offer?” Miyuki hissed. 

“Hey! Watch your tone.” Blinx scolded making Miyuki pause. “Fifi is a High priest of Hive Cadaver. Her standing is equal to a Tallest.”

Miyuki scoffed and Fifi sighed. 

“Modern Irk has forgotten so much. But I can tell you this, something your even mother Brain doesnt know.” Fifi said with a smirk, she gestured for Miyuki to lean closer.

Hesitantly Miyuki leaned in. And as Fifi Whispered, her eyes widened.

When the Tow ships returned Miyuki was directing engineers to check the empty Spittle Runner. Her eyes looked distant, and she refused to say what she learned. She even wiped the incident from records, claiming a malfunctioning Spittle Runner was not worthy of the Control brain's time.

Meanwhile Spittle, Blinx and Fifi returned to Blinx's favorite lounge in the afterlife. Potato chip bags littered the trash, as the three munched on snacks.

“While that was quite enjoyable, I must ask Fi. What did you tell that young Tallest?” Spittle asked. Fifi shrugged.

“I simply informed the Young Miyuki that her Mother Brain had a weakness for a specific Pie, and that her Coddle Drone still referred to her as her Pie Slice.” Fifi stated. Blinx cooked an eye ridge.

“That doesn't seem right. Lady Miyuki seemed far too shocked for that.” 

“Ah well. Perhaps she never saw Kii as an Irken, but rather as a Machine?” Fifi said.

“You're lying. If you don't want to tell us just say so Fi.” Blinx said. Fifi shrugged. 

Fifi had infact, told Miyuki something else. Something Not even Kii knew currently. 

Miyuki now knew the dead of Hive Cadaver watched over the Smeeteries. What she did with that knowledge was up to her.

Ahhhh!!! I loved this so much! Thank you for this.

I'm so sorry I didn't post this sooner or illustrate a few more scenes. Both my spouse and I have been violently ill all week. This is the first night I've had the energy to concentrate much less draw ><.

The idea Miyuki allowed herself to be roped into a chase/ race with ghosts is hysterical to me. Drew the trio in vintage communication officer uniforms. Thought Spittle might insist on it for the occasion; nostalgia purposes.

Fifi is such a trickster spirit; applause to her for keeping Miyuki on her toes. I wonder if she reminds Fifi of Kii a little.

Seeker's weird nightmare

(a fun little fic gift idea for @lythecreatorart and the boys over at @the-galactic-hunters. I have no idea why this entered my brain. )

Seeker just stood there as happy as could be. Finally, after all these years he is meeting Mothman. No time in space could prepare him for the reality of it all. He had a million questions to go with the energy.

"Finally, Mothman. Where have you been hiding all this time?"

The cryptid's antenna twitched a bit as it opened its mouth. At first, Seeker expected some kind of animal call but the opposite happened.

It just tilted its head. "I take your daughter."

“Wait, what?!” Seeker almost stood back in shock from that statement.

Zes peaked out from behind Mothman's shoulder with the grin she usually has when they are together. "Yeah, Mothman is my new dad now. See ya."

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Seeker awoke with a jolt almost relieved that it was the same voot. He turned to find Zim just looking at him questioningly with slight concern.

Right..we were talking about it before I fell asleep.

Zim just looked him in the eyes. “Dib, tell Zim what it was this time.”

It wasn't like this was his regular nightmare. There would be more hugging if they were. It just left him with a sight of worry about some things.

“Zes isn’t going to leave to go with Mothman right?!”

Zim just deadpanned before papping Seeker’s face. “You be dumb now Dib.”

He was about to say something more before Zim put his hand over his mouth. Almost to stop whatever spiral his mind was going to make up.

"Text her if you're that concerned."

That might be a great idea. Probably would help if I decide to go back to sleep.

Seeker: Hey Zes. :D Hope I didn't wake you

Zes: Hey dad. Kinda hard to do that when it's the middle of the day. Also that I technically don't need to sleep What's up?

Seeker: So...hypothetically. If Mothman offered to be your new dad...

Zes: I'd get a bug zapper.

Seeker almost laughed at that response. She even sent a gif with a bug zapper to go with her message. With how quickly she responded it was almost a relief.

Seeker: Ok cool, just checking.

Zes: I'd rather leave Mothman to you anyway. I didn't choose him after all

Seeker: Awww :D Thanks, Zes Ok, sorry for the weird questions.

Zes: Not a problem. ….Love you, dad. Seeker: Love you too :D :D

He was almost having another moment with the bust of emotion he got from that text chain when he felt Zim get to his spot on his shoulder.

"See, Zim told you that you were dumb."

Yeah yeah, laugh it up bug.

I think I was tripping when I drew these

WIP Wednesday #2

Using a number generator to scour through my (many) WIPs to pick an excerpt from! This week is a taste from a smaller fic in a much bigger Invader Zim AU I am working on.

He checked the time. It was now 3:15 and there was no sign of the alien still. Dib’s brows furrowed and he had half the mind to take a step backwards toward his house. Perhaps Zim had one-upped him and ditched him on his own invitation, a sort of prank with no glamor but one that certainly would cause a lot of irritation for Dib, so a success all the same. Again, it wasn’t the alien’s style to do such a thing without a touch of his own petty theatrics, so Dib rid himself of the thought and held on to what little bit of dwindling patience he had left. 

“Stupid Zim,” he hissed under his breath, bringing his hoodie’s collar up to his face and burying himself up to his nose in it. “Stupid w-winter. Stupid- stupid day.” He shivered.

“How dare you insult the mighty Zim!” 

The alien’s voice sounded out and Dib’s head frantically swiveled this way and that, horrified that after all these years he managed to let his guard down for even a second to allow Zim to surprise him. Even more frightening was the fact that he couldn’t find Zim, the street empty and bare aside from the mounding clumps of snow slowly dominating it. 

A deep-throated laugh followed this, most likely from watching Dib’s confused head turn so much in vain. Suddenly, the voot appeared in front of him, out of thin air seemingly, Zim looking down at Dib through the purple-tinted front window with a shit-eating grin. 

“Hello Dib,” the Irken greeted sneeringly. “Did Zim give you a proper spook?”

“No,” Dib said stoically. “So what are you Wonder Woman now or something?”

“Zim is not sure who this Woman of the Wonder is but rest assured I am superior to her in every way.” 

Zim pressed a button on the dashboard in front of him with finality and the ship that was barely hovering above the ground landed onto the road below. The door opened and GIR sprung out, running up to Dib desperately and threw his arms around him. 

“Mary!” GIR shouted, making Dib’s face flush a little in panic at such a loud noise being made in the middle of the night while Zim was exposed. He gave the robot minion an awkward pat on the back and looked at Zim nervously.

“GIR, get back on the ship!” Zim yelled, paused, then added, “You too, Dib-stink.”

Dib frowned, gripping his briefcase a little tighter and followed GIR into the voot, holding his metallic, tiny hand.

Dinner date

Hi, here’s a fic based on your suggestions. Please don’t post this one either. Sorry, but I’m still not ready to share this hc more widely. It’s set in the same au, with the same hcs I’ve shared with you before. It was really interesting to write more about what Fizz’s life could be like in this scenario, but this isn’t as happy unfortunately. I hope you enjoy though. Thank you for the inspiration. — A deadly sin didn’t need to eat or drink. Well, maybe Gluttony did, but that was practically in the job description. In all the time that Fizz had been forced to spend with Mammon, he’d never seen him eat a meal, just drink copious amounts of cheap alcohol. And of course the embodiment of greed had no time to bother with things like bodily functions. Time was money and bathroom breaks were a distraction for the disgusting lesser beings that needed them. Ozzie had a pretty different outlook. It didn’t make sense for the king of lust to deny himself any pleasures of the flesh, up to and including the more esoteric ones like watersports. As far as Fizz could tell, he had a fully-functioning digestive system, and he loved to eat and drink. For the first few months of their relationship, Fizz had mostly watched enviously. He’d only let himself be tempted to share small morsels of Ozzie’s food on a few occasions. Fizz’s strict, self-imposed diet had its drawbacks but they were all outweighed by its main advantage (not shitting himself in public). So he’d stayed strong in the face of Ozzie’s seductive offers. But now things were different. Fizz had had both the operations he wanted and they’d gone surprisingly well. None of the grisly complications the doctors had warned him about had happened. The permanent catheter worked as intended straight away and his intestines had gradually adjusted to being re-routed. He’d even only had one hospital-related panic attack! And then the doctors had agreed to prescribe benzos, which improved the recovery process a lot. Fizz was very happy with the results. Especially now, because right now he was eating a bowl of voot loops with zero fear. Ozzie was sat across from him, chatting about his plans for the day. The inconveniences of maintaining a stoma and a suprapubic catheter paled in comparison to the fact that he’d just spent the night in his lover’s bed, sound asleep and not worrying about rushing to the bathroom. He’d been worried about Ozzie finding him less attractive (or more attractive, due to some bizarre fetish), but so far it had been just like Ozzie promised. Addressing Fizz’s health problems was letting them get closer, but it hadn’t changed anything major about their relationship. Fizz didn’t want things to change. He wanted to be Ozzie’s star forever. He wanted to hang on to the feeling of being better and stronger than the had been before the accident. He wanted to swallow down all the shame he’d felt over the past year of his life and put it behind him. Between the prosthetics and the two latest alterations to his body, it was almost like there was nothing wrong with him. That was what his fans wanted. That was what Ozzie wanted. He could be everything they wanted. He didn’t realise he’d lost focused on their conversation until Ozzie waving a large hand in front of his face caught his attention. He blinked and grinned sheepishly. Ozzie’s expression was one of gentle amusement, so there was probably no need to worry. “Big night last night?” Ozzie asked, smiling. “You seem tired.” “Yeah, you would know,” Fizz retorted, and shovelled the last spoon of cereal into his mouth. It had been a good night, even before they’d got to Ozzie’s bedroom. He was into his second full week of emceeing at Ozzie’s biggest joint, and last night’s show had been a particular success. It was Valentine’s Day, and Ozzie compensated for that by ensuring his ring into a bigger hive of debauchery than it already was. Ozzie hated Valentines. It seemed to be a mix of his aversion to sappy, commercialised couples stuff and the thought that somewhere out there tons of undeserving, deadbeat boyfriends were expecting a lust-filled evening. Most demons were selfish lovers, in Ozzie’s opinion. They barely lifted a finger to keep the spark of lust alive in their relationships every other day of the year. One measly holiday for buying chocolates and a ribbed condoms for their partners was a slap in the face to everything he stood for. Fizz wasn’t exactly sure how the extra-sleazy acts at Ozzie’s that night had worked to counteract the influence of Big Valentine, but he could understand the sentiment. None of his exes had even bothered with Valentines in the first place, but they were definitely selfish. It felt surreal to have a fuck-buddy so dedicated to his pleasure now. So he’d done his part to give bring the energy that the big man had wanted for the show. It was becoming clear that even among the hottest acts from all the seven rings, he was some guests’ favourite part of the show. He fed off that adulation and didn’t feel out of place in his jester’s costume onstage anymore. How could he, when he had Ozzie’s loving attention? Even now at the kitchen island, Ozzie was happily watching him drink the last bit of milk out of his bowl. He had this warm, almost dopey look on his face. “Right, I’m gonna love ya and leave ya, big guy,” Fizz quipped, extending his legs so he could slide gracefully off one of Ozzie’s huge chair. There was no show tonight at Ozzie’s, because the place had to be closed for deep-cleaning, but Fizz still had some stuff to do today. Mostly bullshit commercials and event endorsements, but they would pay well enough to put a solid dent in his debt to Mammon. “Wait a second,” Ozzie purred. His voice was like melting butter and Fizz immediately perked up and turned back around. When Ozzie used that tone it was usually a good sign. “I was thinking, I should take you out tonight. You’ve been very good lately Fizz, and I think you deserve a treat, don’t you?” “What kind of treat?” Fizz asked, batting his eyelashes and wagging his tail. Ozzie leaned back in his chair, letting his robe fall open even more than it already was. “Let’s have dinner together. There’s this restaurant I just know you’ll love.” “A restaurant?” Fizz’s eyes lit up and the tail wagging was even more genuine than before. Fizz had been fantasising about being able to share a meal with Asmodeus since before he’d had his operations. What a thoughtful idea, offering it now he was recovered enough to eat what he wanted… Ozzie must have noticed that Fizz was zoning out again, because he got up from his chair and playfully poked Fizz on his snout. “Don’t let me make you late sweetheart. I’ll come pick you up at eight. I’m looking forward to it already.” — What a fucking joke. Fizz curled up tighter on the shower floor, cradling his swollen abdomen in his hands. The hot water wasn’t doing anything to ease the cramping, but he didn’t know what else to try. Crying in the shower. How nostalgic. At some point between walking into the fancy restaurant and being given his menu for the first time, it occurred to Fizz that he didn’t know if it was a good idea to eat here. In theory, he should be allowed to eat as normal. That was why he’d got the bag in the first place. But normal for him at the moment was still mainly drinking the nutritional shakes the doctors had given him (they were very convenient), and snacking on whatever easy-to-digest processed junk he got a craving for. He definitely remembered one of the doctors telling him to work up to foods he wasn’t sure about yet, like meats and vegetables, by only eating small amounts at a time. He’d never even tried most of the dishes on the menu, before or after his surgery. He didn’t even know what some of them were. How was he supposed to know if he could digest any of them properly? Well, apparently he couldn’t. He was finding that out right now. This was so stupid. Why hadn’t he said anything to Ozzie? Why had he let Ozzie assume his trepidation was about the environment and then let him order for the both of them? Why had he eaten everything that had been put in front of him? (Okay, he knew that one, he was actually hungry and the food had been too good to resist). He’d been deluding himself into thinking it was fine for as long as he possibly could. The food was great (and he wasn’t paying for any of it). Ozzie looked happy and was already making dessert-related innuendos. That was when the stomach pains had started, but they’d been bearable at first. He’d stopped leaning over the table and tried to suggest that they go home. Ozzie hadn’t been able to keep his hands off him during the ride back and while Fizz relished the attention, he was distracted. His stomach felt bloated and just that sensation was making him panic and start to catastrophise. When they’d got out of Ozzie’s limo he’d discreetly tried to check the bag under his shirt. There was nothing wrong with it. It was still empty, even. Turned out that was part of the problem. Early in the next morning his lower stomach felt hard as a rock, but nothing was coming out of the stoma. This was why the doctors had warned him about eating lots of high-fibre food. It wasn’t just that they’d created the stoma, they’d had to remove particularly damaged and scarred sections of his colon. There was a possibility of the stoma getting blocked. Fizz had dealt with much worse physical pain, but right now this level of discomfort was unbearable. He put his head in between his knees and raked his fingers over the tiled floor, breathing heavily. Worrying about whether it would clear up on its own in a few days or whether he’d have to go back to the doctor was compounding the stabbing abdominal pains. And what was worse was that Ozzie was still waiting for him in bed. He’d tried to creep off when he was tired of pretending to sleep and the pain was getting impossible to ignore, but Ozzie had woken up and asked where he was going. Ozzie seemed to have realised that something was wrong while they were having sex that night. Fizz had assured him it was fine, keep going, but Ozzie had seemed to wrap things up quicker than he usually did. When they were lying together, Ozzie reminded Fizz that he could always tell him if something was bothering him. Yeah right, Fizz had thought, but nodded against his chest all the same. It wasn’t only Fizz’s insides that felt bruised after last night. He felt stupid for his previous fantasies of a nice restaurant date. Of course Ozzie was still oblivious to most of his problems. Why wouldn’t he be? But how could Fizz bring up this kind of thing? He’d let himself get too far into this. He wanted to be Ozzie’s partner now. He wanted to be the kind of person that Ozzie could take on dates. He’d even thought he could be. What was wrong with him? Slipping into autopilot like he slipped into his costume back at Mammon’s circus, he pushed aside the pain and got up off the floor. He cleaned the stoma and attached a new bag. He finished his skincare routine, then got dressed for the day. Ozzie wasn’t into the bedroom anymore when he walked down the hallway, checking his schedule for the day. He intercepted Fizz outside the kitchen though, smiling nervously. Fizz smiled back, sweating under his makeup. “Fizz…” Ozzie began. He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck. Fizz hated it when he acted like this. It made no sense. “What’s wrong, big guy?” Fizz asked before he could stop himself. “I was thinking… I didn’t check whether you’d be okay with everything on the menu last night.” “You didn’t need to. The food was great!” “Is that why you tossed and turned all last night and spent two hours in the bathroom this morning?” All three of Ozzie’s faces looked skeptical. Fizz felt cornered and his mouth fell open, ready to argue back. But Ozzie cut him off. “Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. If you’re not feeling well that’s my fault. I should have been more considerate. I wanted you to have a good time too.” “I did, Oz, I did.” Fizz wasn’t just saying that to keep up the pretence anymore. Ozzie’s serious and sad expressions were doing something to him. “I’m sorry… I thought I’d be fine with the food.” Ozzie reached out to cup Fizz’s cheek. “I was foolish… I’m the one who should be apologising. Fizz… I want you to feel like you can be honest with me. About anything. When you told me about your incontinence, I was upset, but only at the thought that you’d been suffering in silence. It meant a lot that you trusted me with that information. And I wanted to show you that I could support you.” Fizz had flinched at some of the words Ozzie used. He wasn’t ready to start hearing them yet. “You don’t understand… it’s difficult…” “I know, sweetheart, but please try to tell me if we’re doing something that you’re not comfortable with. I’ll try to be more sensitive and perceptive in the first place, but you need to communicate too. I promise you I can handle it, I’m a big boy.” He smiled, trying to inject some humour into the conversation. “Okay, Ozzie,” said Fizz. He pulled away from the comforting hand. “I need to get ready for work.” Ozzie let him leave without any protest.

headcanons about Irken crime and secret police

Irken headcanons that I kind of want ot incorporate into my fics but I also doubt I can find a natural way to slip them in right now, so I’m just dumbing them to tumblr so I can at least find them if I ever need them:

 - Irken judicial system splits all crimes into two categories: Treason and petty crimes. Crimes labelled as treason require an Intent to work against the interests of the State and are liable to be punishable by death. Petty crimes, which range from murder to shoplifting, are dealt with banishment and/or forced labour.

The punishment for petty crime mostly depends on your height. Tall irkens caught money-laundering/murdering/tax-evading/etc are banished for a certain amount of time on a planet in the edges of the empire and are usually supplied with a nice villa, service staff, and reasonable salary to tide them over their banishment. Short irkens caught shoplifting/irkenslaughtering/not obeying their boss/etc are sentenced for hard labour for a certain mount of time. The more towards “treasonous thoughts” the crime leans towards, the harsher the posting. If your crime is disrespectful enough, you will definkitely get a table strapped to your head.

 - Because the Irken justice system prioritizes crimes against the state so much, it creates a problem where crimes which do not include “treasonous intent” no matter how bad, cannot be punished via execution. This made Zim a huge headache to try to deal with.

-  (Existence evaluations do not fall under the department of state security. Existence evaluations are there to find out whether an irken is defective or not, and you can be defective even if you have never committed crimes, just as you can commit crimes without being a defective.)

-  Zim is a real headache for both the department of News and Entertainment and for the Department of state security. (which work closely together.) There was an internal investigation done after OID1 where the secret police did everything in their power to try and find something that would incriminate Zim for Treasonous Intent.

- They did not find any. Some of the decency police officers tried to plant false evidence onto Zim, and in a true Zim fashion, the range of chaos surrounding him was too strong, and instead, the officers ended up getting caught with the evidence in a very publicly humiliating way. The Department of Vice couldn’t admit that they would plant evidence on a suspect, so the officers got thrown under the voot. Zim has no idea that he has anything to do with the entire depacle. 

- The decency police are the most visible part of the internal state security department (The department of Vice). They wear long black jackets, that blend into shadows seamlessly, and soft leather boots that make no sound when moving about. They are of course a diversion, because the real secret police are not in uniform. 90% of the state security information comes from paid informers and civilian clothed officers, but the black-coats will make all visible arrests, interrogations, and state media appearances. As far as the official policy goes, everyone working for the decency police is a black-coat and the image of black-coats as The Decency Police is an important one. The black-coats are also pretty viciously hated, even amongst the patriotic irken citizens. This is also not an accident. Sometimes the black-coats will make a randomized searches on your workplace and it messes up your whole day, and when they are done asking all of you nonsensical questions and making you do all these over the top tests, they will finally leave and you turn to the guy working next to you like: “Irk, I hate theses random inspections from the black-coats.” and he goes: “Tell me about it! What a bunch of nonsense. And some of the things they can charge you with aren’t that bad anyway…” And then you relaxing, thinking: finally someone who has any sense! And you start talking, and it just slips out that you have illegal literature dashed underneath your mattress. Just one. And it’s not even a bad one. Really! And then the next day the black-coats visit again, and they glide straight towards you.

-  But even the decency police was no match for ZIM, who had to be banished like every other petty criminal, no matter how much the tallest complained.

-  Instead, when Zim showed up at the assigning (something no one has ever tried before) The department of News and Entertainment had a meeting with the department of the State Security.

-  Irk has a popular TV-show called Irk’s funniest home videos. It consists of submitted videos of service-drones fucking up. These days it has a sub-segment named: “Invader” Zim’s most cringe calls to the Massive.

 - You might think that it was the Tallest idea to submit these videos, but it was not. The idea came from the department of news and information: sub-department of propaganda. They are very aware that Zim poses a very unique problem.

Traitors are easy, you catch them, torture them (as it is important that the last memory the empire has of a traitor is a shaking, scared, pathetic mess) and execute them.

defectives are easy, as during the existence evaluation the control brains will showcase to the public all the ways the defectiveness of the defective has inconvenienced the empire.

But Zim…What to do with Zim? Saying that he tried his best, but just wasn’t just good enough, will imply to the citizens of the empire that there is no point in working yourself to the bone in order to please the empire, because sometimes it’s just not enough. Saying that there is fundamentally something wrong with him implies defectiveness, which can only by ruled by the control brains. The decency policy failed to frame him as a traitor. but then…The blessed calls to the massive! The calls where we can see Zim hurting himself with his own stupidity, the calls where he delusionally rambles on about something stupid, the calls where he talks about all the insignificant things that no one cares about. Why, those are perfect! An invader-in-training who loves the empire more than anything, and still causes harm for Irk, is an idea that is both scary and thought-provoking. A food-drone-who-thinks-he’s-an-invader trying and failing to invade a pre-space-flight planet is funny. And when the citizens are laughing, they are not thinking, and therefore it is important for the state security that Irk’s funniest homevideos keeps publishing those stupid “mission reports” and that the Tallest keep answering those calls. Making someone a butt of a joke is an easy way to dehumanize deirkenize them.         

- When tallest Red and Purple were still elites, they were under investigation by the decency police for indecent sexual and romantic conduct. Obviously, these charges went nowhere, and now that they are the tallest, the files have been destroyed, but there is still a lingering distrust towards the department of state security by the current tallest pair.