IT'S NOT STUPID.

report. o1 : ) two, four, one, ten. two, four, one, ten. am i still willing, to foot all this billing? contact. riding on shiny metal horses, singing a rider's song. one of us will be forgotten, the other'll be wrong. two, four, one, ten. two, four, one, ten. am I transmitting? is anyone listening? contact. ` independent . selective . canon divergent . tallest purple from jhonen vasquez's series INVADER ZIM. est. 2019. penned by vadr

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hello, he’s just going to squint into the void of space because he feels his bond with his sibling is severing and he is pissed.

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    ‘the first thing you have to realize, zim, is that you never got it. that’s why the word escapes your insignificant brain. be a good boy and play with your kitchen set back at FOODCOURTIA.’

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trying to choose between regular eyes or the cartoony one lol

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aliiienation‌.

He’s too shocked to really respond to the treatment, a muted yelp leaving the partially disassembled android. He gets himself into all sorts of tussles back on Earth that usually have him winding up with a limb popped off, but having something forcibly removed from him is another thing entirely.

It’s disorienting and it takes a moment for the little unit to even comprehend what’s going on as he suddenly finds his unfocused and wide oculars staring up at the deranged scientist in horror. “Y-you can’t…”

He’d just…wanted to know, wasn’t that normal? Having an ingrained knowledge you were trash left anyone wondering why…they made you in the first place. He’d just wanted to make a friend, and maybe help the estranged group become friends themselves. “I won’ts…”

“You don’t have to, GIR!”

The chipper, obnoxiously familiar tone betrays the very real, severe threat to the voice as crimson and beyond hateful eyes gleam from the snake like tubes he’s attached to that wind from the ceiling.

A focused blast of plasma and Zim sends an entire control panel up in crackling hot flames, the nearby tables to Purple detonating and spilling sizzling, corrosive chemicals to the floor.

He lands, phasers still extracted and the long, narrow tips that make up his welding lasers illuminated with a low hum. The lasers all point their tips towards Purple, a stream of light aiming towards the Irken’s head, all connected to a single blue dot. A target, ready to fire and melt everything within the tyrant’s head. One single push…

“Greetings! I hear you were calling for Zim,

My Tallest?”

    instinct tells him to move, placing one boot back and leaping from the tile floors. he extends his spider legs mid air, their tips landing on the surface below as he comes to a skidding halt. rubble and marks formed along the ground. never mind the acidic pit between them or the target between his eyes when he looks up. the question lies in how the exiled invader found one of the irken off - world laboratories or why the tiny cretin was present in the first place.

    ‘zim, how very nice of you to drop in. but i would think about what you’re about to do. no, no, on second thought go ahead. death isn’t of any concern to me.’ gloved digits come together to clasp themselves and the monarch tilts his head. behind him, floating within a violet glow once more is the small ‘bot that is then brought out and set dangling over the acidic pit between them. ‘but i’m sure it is for your SIR unit.’

    ‘now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. if you choose to do this the hard way i’ll take pleasure in demolishing you. i’ll even press your face against the acid to prove my point! or you answer your Tallest his questions and you leave this room unscathed. well, maybe a few battle scars. but you’ll have your SIR unit. how about it, huh?’

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1:28 - 2:11 is totally not purple during off world expeditions

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when your muse goes from cinnamon roll (here) to tyrant (here) 😭

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purple rolls the dice for damage. it’s successful. he kills zim. zim is dead.

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me vc: ok so purple is mad as in he’s fucking crazy y’all: hot

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y’all need to learn self preservation

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"Why iz I garbage?" GIR

    ‘aw you’re not garbage. you’re spare parts.’ a luminescent glow forms around the SIR unit’s form. the action so swift that the only sound that manages to echo through the caverns is the crinkling of a metallic neck. like tinfoil the robot is nearly decapitated. the ruler isn’t so foolish, however, as he spares the vital functions.

    taking off the rest of his robes he steps forth in his less constricting lab coat. reaching out to take the incapacitated unit in his arms. ‘now, tell me where ZIM is and i’ll promise to throw you into the compact chute instead of plucking your wires and chips out piece by piece!’

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@aliiienation here be sending me asks sending their muse(s) to their deaths jesus

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"Let me guess... you hate me too?"

    ‘i will gladly. would you like me to? because once i do i’ll do my absolute best as your Tallest to make your life horrible! if you accept where would you like to start? janitorial duty?’

    ‘oh! and don’t you get those hideous freckles of yours caught in a frown. i’ll make sure to pass your current job as engineer to someone more deserving than your ugly little head. does that sound fair? when do i start hating you? five minutes from now, an hour, a day... how about tomorrow? you go ahead and tell me when you’re ready.’

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Tell me Tall Guy, if you had to chose between a space laser cutting your body in half or a demonhog spitting acid on you.. which would be the best way to die?

tw: suicide + head injury mention !

    while the possibility of being captured is always at a high percentage due to the nature of his work he asks himself why on irk would he ever let the choices offered ever become a reality? he decides to humour the strange visitor.

    ‘it entirely depends on how fast that laser is cutting, just what kind of model it is in case of any malfunctions and how the user decides to execute the procedure. as for this ‘demon hog’ spitting acid it would depend on how much of the substance there will be, how painful it is and what’s the side effects towards a slow death. honestly i’d rather put a bullet in my head.’

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/ hey! i hope it's okay to ask your age? i read through your rules, and if i missed it, i apologize.

that’s alright! i’m in my twenties ;)

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independent . selective . extremely canon divergent . almighty tallest purple from INVADER ZIM. please be sure to read rules and about pages before interacting! thank you. ( law . profile )

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bug rights....

    ‘are primitive creatures even capable of thinking of having such privileges? i don’t think so. but that’s cute.’

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"You never gave me a chance. You hated me before I did a damn THING to you"

    ‘some of us are more perceptive than others, Zim. why should i give a low class act such as yourself any time of the day when all you’ve done for the empire is take. you’re what our people call a REAPER. you’re a traitor. you’re a defect, and you’re a disgrace to the IRKEN EMPIRE.’

    ‘i knew from the moment you had TALLEST SPORK meet his demise that we had made the greatest weapon and biggest failure in our history as a species.’