#almxghtyred

[almxghtypurple-blog]

Starter for @almxghtyred​

❝ Hey hey - shh it's okay, Red ❞ The young Irken tripped over his feet as he rushed towards his friend, kneeling down at his side. He lifted a hand up to Red's face, wiping a tear from his flushed green cheeks. ❝ You did good, it's okay.❞ he reassured, using the back of his gloves to clean off a trail of turquoise blood from under the soldier's nose.   

Pressing his tattooed forehead to Red's, Purple let out a soft laugh. ❝ It was kind of funny when the Schlorpeous Schlob ate your spear and you had to run for your life ❞ He smiled into the touch, still stifling a laugh at the image of Red's face screaming in terror.  ❝ You'll get him next time. Plus, you're still taller than Zim and Skoodge so don't worry about it ❞

They were at the top of their class. No, not in the sense that they had the highest grades - they were literally at the top; antennae almost hitting the low ceilings of their indoor learning pods. As the tallest Irkens training on Devastis, Red and Purple were pretty popular. They attracted a lot of attention from their peers; good and bad. Despite their popularity, they mostly stuck together. They'd been inseparable since they started training in the Irken undergrounds - constantly relying on each other for virtually everything. 

Purple had to admit he had a soft spot for his best friend. They played rough and laughed at each other's misery but at the end of the day they were always there for each other. They were never seen apart; mocking their inferior classmates, and taking care of each other just as well. The universe just wouldn't be the same without Red, and he dreaded any future where they were separated.  

Purple lifted himself up with a zipper toothed grin; offering a hand to his friend. ❝Come on, asshole. Lets go get lunch and dump the scraps on Zim! ❞  

[aliienation]

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Irk’s young prodigy eagerly waved his tiny little hands that held up a chart of some sorts, it seemed. Since promoted to his new position, the small Elite was in charge primarily of enhancing the mitilia. Something he...normally had to have an overseer for (namely one of the Tallest).

Although he did his job well and was begrudgingly viewed as Irk’s salvation since saving the entire race from extinction, he was just about as destructive on The Massive as he had been on Irk before, and on Urth. Like an out of control toddler that constantly had to be watched.

And had...piloted them into an asteroid belt more than once now.

“It’s a chart Zim has created! A map charting nearby planets I think could be resourceful!”

He hopped one of the chairs and landed on the other’s...lap to try and be more at level with him. Hey, this place had not been adjusted to his height yet.

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[beastamongmen-a]

@almxghtyred || Plotted starter!

Oh, god. Where the hell was she? The last thing she could remember was being confronted by something... not human.. but tried to look like a human. The being had green skin and no ears or nose, but it wore a wig. It’s disguise couldn’t fool her nose. She could smell that it wasn’t human.

The next thing she knew, it shouted something about ‘pleasing the Almighty Tallest’ whoever that was and then knocked her out. In the brief moments of consciousness, she saw it dragging her towards what looked like a portal. She could feel herself being shoved in and the feeling surrounding her made her stomach churn in queasiness.

A few moments passed before she landed on something hard and solid, presumably some sort of metal. The smell that creature gave off was now all around her and it set her instincts off as she started to regain consciousness. When she opened her eye, there were a multitude of unfamiliar weapons being pointed at her.

It took her a few seconds to fully realize what was going on but when she did, she quickly got into a crouch and bared sharp teeth with a low growl rumbling in her chest. If she didn’t figure out what was going on soon and those weapons were still pointed at her, she was going to lose her composure and transform.

[vortship]

@almxghtyred gets a starter and their own minecraft server but not the second thing.

Somewhere on an unmarked asteroid, in the depths of Weird Space outside the watchful eye of satellites; a slender silhouette stood on a makeshift podium of rock and dirt. Unfitting for an engagement, perhaps, but the attendees knew what they were getting themselves into. So he assumed.

Fitting for Finn Nima.   

“My friends! The universe was not meant to follow order!” he gestured to his audience of outcasts, the dregs of galactic society gathered before him in a mass crowd. “Authoritarianism is unjust. What we are calling justice itself is unjust. Don’t you see what our galaxy has turned into? What it’s turning into? Even on my home-planet, Vort, with the most advanced technology in all of Weird Space. What are we using it for? Any clue?”

The crowd looked at each other. One guy raised his hand, though Finn sighed and ignored him. 

“We’re giving it to the collectivists, the scourge of our galaxy! Don’t you see? The only way to fight the Irkens is with chaos. They’re just parasitic backpacks, and yet they influence entire societies?” he chuckled, haughty at his conclusion, and the masses followed. “But we know the truth. We will not become-”

His audience parted as he was interrupted by the echoing ‘plop’ of two green figures, pushed to the ground in front of him by his larger enforcers. Pointed feet clacked against solid rock as he stepped forward to the edge of his elevated ‘stage’.

“What have we here?”

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The lone Vortian had not expected to find any form of warm welcome aboard the Massive. Despite her sudden abduction she really did try to prepare herself for anything at any given time and that was probably the story of her life so far. Just as she fell into something resembling a routine on Earth, she was pulled away. 

Standing before Red she realized just how strange it was to see him without his Dweezil twin counterpart, like an animal on it’s hindlegs. He looked as out of place as she felt. 

“Sorry I’m late. I was just hanging out with my friends.” a sheepish smile hid her insecurity as she gestured to a group of gossiping technicians who looked up at her with disgusted glares, “You rang, my dudeliest?”  

[madamemalot]

Closed starter for @almxghtyred

A slender strip of black shadow was barely caught by her emerald orbs as it rendered the washed out wall of the backstreet alley - crooked bricks must have been misshaping it, as it looked much too tall to belong to a human. Vix leaned sideways to follow it to the source, and could not help but recoil in genuine surprise. If she had not been decided to use an ATM to deposit her ridiculous amount of pocket money, she would not have witnessed the absolute giant to stroll out of the back-way. If that wasn't enough, he looked sickly pale, and his eyes appeared heavily sleep deprived. 

Despite her stare practically penetrating him, he continued to walk past, as if she were not even there. Being so lanky it was probably safe to say he had his head in the clouds. He most likely did not even catch sight of her. 

A bothered pout formed on the Malot's mouth as he crossed her - she found it rather rude. Clearly she had something to say to him. The cape draped over his back; the red bags hanging under his eyes; the fact he was staying exclusively under the shade. 

Something was...off. And she a good idea of what.

"Pardon me, Monsieur!" Her feminine voice piped up, seeming to catch his attention. She had pronounced the last word sceptically enough at least get a reaction out of the stranger.  

"I'm down 'ere." She murmured shortly after, squinting up at him with a forged smile, "Is it just moi, or do you look like you just sprung out of a coffin?" 

[acrimoniious]

❝ Hows it feel being a STUPID space mop tak? ❞ Red would make fun of her before promptly throwing whatever he had in his hands at her. ( from @almxghtyred since its a sideblog

     In a subconscious gesture of disgust – her jaw tightened. What did he call her ? Her antenna’s appeared to almost convulse at the insult. The unexpected scorn forcing her to draw back – hesitation bringing her militaristic salute to an abrupt standstill. His malign belittlement had been quick – as she had only entered the room a few minutes prior. It was clear he had been expecting her – as an actual mop was thrown in her immediate direction. Lucky for Tak – she reacted quickly. Narrowly missing it as it clattered to the floor beside her..

   ❝ Sir, I’m not here to mop for you ❞ She began, kicking the cleaning utensil somewhat angrily across the floor. The fact that he had thrown the thing at her was an offense in itself. How dare he take someone like her for something so inferior. She wasn’t some janitorial drone – or so she liked to believe. ❝ I came here asking that we take preemptive measures against the Earth and Zim. ❞

[multisarmada]

@almxghtyred | continued from x

“. . I see ! Are you aware of any ways that my vibes can be- Ouch. “

“ My Tallest , my vibe has been checked ! Why did you throw a cup at me ?? “

[multisarmada]

"Why are you like this" (From @almxghtyred for Navigator Oof :) )

Whatever did the Red Tallest mean by that statement ?? “Sir , I am simply starting the facts that perhaps we should go with traveling around the florpus. It will prove an 100% guarantee that The Massive will survive to rule another planet. “ Oof was aware that traveling in a straight line was a strict thing that The Almighty Tallests were sure always was in motion , but with the dangerous , live-threatening space anomaly in their path he hoped with all his being that the rulers of the Irken Empire would make an exception this once ? The navigator knew it was a fat chance , but it never hurt to ask. . again.

Though , what would happen if they declined ? Surely they could withstand whatever the florpus had in store , correct ? The navigator only could await that answer if Tallest Red declined his idea.

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