smeetery-au

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art trade with @squees ! she asked for zim and gir being family, I liked the prompt so much I made an extra piece : )

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🎶When I was smaller, and people were taller

I realized that I was different

I had a power that set me apart

I learned to take it, to use it to make it

It's not so bad to be different

To do your own thing, and do it heart

Different is hard

Different is lonely

Different is trouble for you only

Different is heartache

Different is pain

But I'd rather be different than be the same🎶

(Lyrics by Momma Cass Eliot.)

Smeetery drone Zim giving his smeets some personal advice. AU property of @megxolotl and @tearinglight

Something cute in the hopes of yanking out of me some form of creativity.

[smeetery-au]

🎶When I was smaller, and people were taller

I realized that I was different

I had a power that set me apart

I learned to take it, to use it to make it

It's not so bad to be different

To do your own thing, and do it heart

Different is hard

Different is lonely

Different is trouble for you only

Different is heartache

Different is pain

But I'd rather be different than be the same🎶

(Lyrics by Momma Cass Eliot.)

Smeetery drone Zim giving his smeets some personal advice. AU property of @megxolotl and @tearinglight

Something cute in the hopes of yanking out of me some form of creativity.

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(I have absolutely no idea if I posted this doodle yet or not. I probably did, but forgot to tag it or something because now I can't find it. *shrugs* I'm organizing my drawing room/ the mountain of doodles that has accumulated since the last time I organized it.)

Zim attempts to take a break and enjoy his dipping sticks in peace, but winds up sharing all his snacks with his assigned smeets. He's is probably the best caretaker in the nursery. ^^

Credit for the smeetery worker au goes to @megxolotl and @tearinglight

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@messinwitheddie​ Thank you!

I considered requesting to be encoded as a smeetery drone after I retire from the military.

I can see myself scrambling after smeets in between their holo visor sessions. I'll drone on about past conquests. They won't care about my tall tales about how I courageously expanded the empire; they just like hearing about galaxies and planets they've never seen and fantasising about how they will one day expand the empire.

Their generation will be better than mine, I'm sure... they will stay strong together. They won't tolerate injustices between height brackets. They will guide my descendants to their victories when I die and join the collective.

That's your idea of a happy ending, Zim?

...Yes... I think so.

(Still thinking about this AU

Credit @megxolotl and @tearinglight for the smeetery worker Zim AU.

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Zim in Irk Branch: Pakless smeets?! Zim need to fix thi- WHY ARE THEY SCREA-there. Now to wait for their reboots... ...Why are they not waking up for the mighty ZIM?! AWAKEN!!

*still Zim, after being suddenly bitten by a scared Dib-toddler* : on second thoughts, they seem to be doing fine

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Zim looking rather exhausted after a long day

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Assistant

Skoodge had always been good at tinkering. 

Every Irken received the basis upon PAK installment, but being around Zim so much as smeet truly helped hone them to a fine degree. Kinda necessary if he didn’t want to get skewered, blown up, or otherwise mutilated by his friend’s inventions as they dreamed and trained to become elites and commanders.

That was the reason he was here, holding a deactivated SIR he had spent countless hours salvaging and putting back together from scraps of metal and coding to make a good assistant servant for his friend, like some sort of consolatory gift masked as congratulations.

The door opened on the third try, showing a small barrier, no doubt to avoid any unexpected escapades from the smeets. Past the barrier stood the smeetery proper, rows and rows of tubes ready to hatch the Empire’s next generation. The two pronged claws that would bring them to life were resting against the ceiling. And hunched over, checking the controls for what probably was the hundredth time, was-

 “ZIM!”

“SKOODGE??”

Before Zim could get another word edgewise, he was tackled to the ground by his pudgy friend. Dammit, was he heavy. And chatty, too. Before he knew it, he was submerged by questions, fired away so quickly he barely had the time to answer.

“Skoodge...Skoodge...SKOODGE, ZIM COMMANDS YOU TO SHUT UP!” The newly assigned smeetery worker shoved the bigger Irken away, scrambling up to try to cleanse himself of the dirt and filth on the ground by furiously rubbing off his uniform. “Stupid...smelly...NOW, what do you want?”

“Oh, right!” Caught in the excitement of seeing his friend again, Skoodge had completely forgot about the primary motive of the visit. Well, no harm no foul, right? With a flourish, he presented the SIR to Zim.

"What is the meaning of this?" Zim was now glaring at the robot with his trademark scowl, trying to intimidate the lifeless android into submission. 

"Well, you always said you wanted to have your own robotic servant, so I got you one!" 

Zim responded to that with a grunt, picking up the robot from Skoodge's hands and flipping the power on.

“GIR, reporting for duty!”

The robot glowed red for a few moments, before its lights abruptly switched to blue, posture slacking and tongue peeking out from its mouth. It latched on Zim's legs the second after, shrieking "I LIKE YOU!" 

The last thing Skoodge heard before the smeetery’s doors closed was Zim’s furious “GET OFF MY HEAD!”

He had a good feeling about this.

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Never Again

“No…”

Zim watched the red, blaring lights as they flashed inside of the tube, the indicator on it a flashing frowny face. He slammed his claws down onto the control panel, the buttons doing nothing to ease his growing fears. The warnings flashed things like ‘WARNING’, ‘DEFECTIVE SMEET’ and most importantly, to Zim, the terrible words flashing at him a countdown of a terrible phrase that he had never truly comprehended until now.

‘Termination Imminent’.

He gave up on the control panel, the shiny red buttons meaning nothing to him as he raced to open the tube manually. He could see the tiny, tiny little smeet inside struggling to live as the wires detracted slowly from it’s being. The panel that should have allowed him access to the tube in case of emergency was tightly shut, his claws scrambling to get purchase as he fought to force in open. 

“No! STOP! Zim commands you to stop! They did nothing wrong!” Zim cried, tears streaming down his face as he fought the tube to save the life it was trying to destroy. “PLEASE! LET THEM LIVE!”

The desperate smeetery worker spotted his hammer from the day before on the ground near him. He dove toward it hefting it up over his shoulder before SLAMMING it into the tube, cracks forming as the outer shell started to crack. He was so close...if only…

“Please.”

‘5’ “Please don’t die.”

‘4’

“DON’T!” Zim didn’t know who he was begging any more, the computer or the smeet but the more he smacked the hammer into the tube the weaker it became. So he kept at it.

‘3’

“You HAVE to live-”

‘2’

“-YOU HAVE TO!’

SMASH!

The tube finally bust open, the goo inside coating the floor in a slippery mess that made a wet ‘splat’ when Zim dropped the hammer into it. He grabbed the smeet, a tiny little thing, cold to the touch instead of warm like it was supposed to be. He brought it to his chest, trying to get it warmed up as he struggled to his feet, slipping on the birth juice.

“TERMINATION COMPLETE.”

“No,” Zim protested weakly, gripping the new little Irken in his claws protectively. “That’s not true. They’re right here. No!”

And true to Zim’s word, the smeet gave a squeaky ‘cough’.

Zim jolted as if he’d just come alive, too, staring down at this impossible creature that should definitely have not been breathing right now. He held onto them tightly, his eyes wet from the tiny little coughs that persisted long after they were supposed to have died in that tube.

“...You’re alive. Alive…,” Zim whimpered, typing the commands to give him a PAK, which lowered from the ceiling to his waiting arms. “Keep doing that, keep living…”

He knew, technically, that the coughs were just an involuntary reaction from the smeet and they weren’t really conscious yet but when he plugged the PAK in, giving the baby it’s first electrical pulse? It felt like he had really been heard all that time that ‘Zim Jr.’ had been in that tube, GIR’s little smilely sticker sliding by him in the shattered glass/goo mix confirming that yes, this had been the same smeet he kept doting over for so long. Purple eyes stared up at him, a soft trilling noise coming from their throat before the eventual first salu-

“...Kissus!” The smeet giggled, latching onto Zim’s face with her tiny little claws much like a certain someone remembered hugging a certain robot arm.

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I love the smeetry worker au, keep up the good work

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*bursts into happiness confetti *

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SUBMISSIONS AND ASKS ARE NOW OPEN!

Please send in fanart or fanfics or ocs or anything you beautiful hearts desire!

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I love this au😍

Thank you!

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Zim after discovering the smeets got out again

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Re-encoding

"IRKEN INVADER ZIM, FOR SINGLE HANDEDLY RUINING OPERATION IMPENDING DOOM... “

The Control Brain was imposing, especially when their eyes shone, illuminating Zim’s face. It was actually a bit frightening. And anger, for Zim, had always been the more productive sister of fear.

“Ruined? I blew up more than any other invader!” 

“You BLEW UP all the other invaders!” Red yelled, crushing his soda and hurling it at Zim.

Zim dodged easily. Honestly, if all those Invaders didn’t want to be blown up, they shouldn’t have been in his path. All in all, he was doing the Empire a favor by destroying all those weaklings.

“...YOU WILL BE RE-ENCODED.”

Before Zim could protest, two cables buried themselves into his PAK, lifting him in the air and starting the information exchange.

“NO LONGER AN INVADER, YOU WILL BE FOREVER BANISHED...”

Banished?? No way, he liked it here, thank you very much!

The small surge of indignation traveled up the cable and into the Control Brain, altering the data just enough. It shouldn’t have been possible, but it happened anyway.

“UNDER THE SURFACE OF IRK, TO WORK AS SMEETERY DRONE.”

A three parted “WHAT?!” echoed in the re-encoding chamber.

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Tagging system

‘Sup!

As you probably guessed from the title, this post is a small guide about the tagging system.

Without further ado

The tagging will be worded by 

Timeline Tag:

 Roots: All the events between Zim’s re-encoding and the Great Assigning In Example: GIR’s acquisition and Tak’s revenge attempt

After the Great assigning the timeline splits in two:

Irk Branch: the timeline is put back of 8 years, Zim is happy to oversee his smeets. Pity that life (in the form of Membrane’s employees) has other plans.    How do you raise smeets of another species?

Urth Branch: “Due to unforeseen events you and your smeets gotta pack your bags and move to one of the furthest planets known”  “Like a secret mission?” “I guess” 6 months later, Dib “welcomes” Zim to class. He has 0 idea what he’s signing up to.

Creator tag:

Megmod and Lightmod are the curators, everyone else will be tagged by username 

Media tag: 

Writing, Pic, Audio....

And if needed Ship tag

Everyone is welcome except meanies, aka people who say “If you ship [ship] I’m gonna *insert here method of harm*”. Oh, and please, if you’re one of those “[Ship] don’t interact”, this is not the blog for you.

  We want everyone to have a good time and obviously will tag so you can blacklist your NOTP, and don’t hesitate to tell us if we forgot something!

Service communication like this will be tagged as “Mod speaks” I think I covered anything here!

Tune in soon for the first installment!

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A girl stepped on my foot and I apologized, so feel free to use the ask

Anons: I want to talk to you but I’m really nervous! I’d message you but I don’t want to bother you! You seem intimidating!

Me:

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More fanart to the smeetery-worker Zim au

Zim's home from his first day of skool recon. He's paranoid about Dib ruining his very important mission on Earth and how exactly to deal with it...

Meanwhile the smeets that stowed away with him/ Gir are driving him insane.

Dib/ Gaz (it took bribing to get her to help) are spying on Zim, trying to figure out if this is adorable or sinister.

I imagine Zim has the occasional mom mental break down every so often. (Because he cares)

(thank you, @megxolotl and @tearinglight for this amazing AU)