#compapa

[camkablam]

afterschool wind down with the robots

[esthyradler]

here’s the dad squad

@dana-chan325; @katowashere; @paketdimensioncomic , come and collect your dads

2020 is the year where we all give zim a dad, that’s it, that’s all that matters

[katowashere]

Suddenly remembered I haven't posted this yet. 

Got no time to draw IZ so please accept my old sketches and shitposts.

  As always: poor quality content is under the cut:

[violintrees]

@valentinesdayofdoom Unconventional Affection

Collab between @katowashere and I 

I did the sketch and some line art, Kato did the coloring and rendering for this lovely Brainbrane piece!

[irkenseamonkes]

Part 1; Page 2

Read from the beggining 

Now Abaco here wouldn't be a Computer if he didn't have to deal with Zim's bs at every turn wouldn't he?

Hopefully I can make him recognizable by ´personality alone, since both his design and his name had to be completely changed to fit the setting of the au oof-

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

My brain is all wired wrong

But that's how it's been all along

Sometimes I think that I am the only one Who's been built poor in the way that he runs But how can that be? Am I really that flawed? I am not the only one And it'll never be true Will never be true Never ever ever be true It can't be true It can't be true It must not be true

..........

Maybe someday we'll be In a place where we can see That we're not wired wrong

Our brains are all wired wrong But that's how they've been all along

We. Are. Wired. Wrong. 

WIRED WRONG- STEAM PUNK GIRRAFE

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One of the songs that Computer sings to Zim. 

For the first few days that Zim’s Computer has a body, it takes Zim a bit to adjust, he acts out, gets angry and can’t remember ever approving of this “project” Professor Membrane had in mind for his Computer. (even though he said it was fine multiple times during the design process) 

Zim is thoroughly convinced that the stranger with his Computer’s voice and not his own Computer that he’s used to. (Since a lot of the adjustment period of having a New body prevented Computer from doing his tasks around Zim’s base and the Membrane household. Since a lot of new information from the android body took up his time..he’s essentially learning how to walk and talk with vocal chords again.)

Once the Computer had proper control of his speech and movements to a level he was confident with, he gently yet firmly picked up Zim (to Zim’s disgust, which resulted in him screaming and thrashing) and began to sing to his Master, and stroked his antenna, exactly the way he liked it as he had done so many times before to calm him down. 

It was then Zim understood who “Haus” was. 

Part of the Brainbrane AU not related to the main PostFlorp AU. I just wanted to draw something self indulgent and some Compapa and his adoptive son Zim bonding

[camish-and-the-oc-gang]

This is totally not me being obsessed with @dana-chan-the-control-brain’s post florpus au. Nope. My investment in it is on a completely normal level.

But seriously the compapa tag is far too small and that cannot stand

[readglare]

dilf

Dilf dilf dilf

[crispysadisticcuddlemuffin]

COMPAPA SINGS!!!!

Thank you @paketdimensioncomic for working your voicey-changey magic to make this happen!

[nikkilancaco]

(Edit: so Tumblr seems to have eaten this cuz it won't show up in my tags soo I'm just kinda playing with the tags, may reblog a bunch just to see if it comes up, prob gonna get a bit spammy 😓)

Zimtober day 18: Robot

I had to draw him

@dana-chan325 and @paketdimensioncomic

(I'm not sure if y'all saw this outside of discord, Tumblr is being a butt)

It’s a little rough but I really like how he turned out

I had this idea where they started testing out Haus’ body and senses by playing hide and go seek

Tests stealth, motor control, his audio receptors, sight, reaction time, whatever other functions are included in his bod

There’s a rule that he can only use that one instance of his consciousness 

It  is also mildly terrifying once he starts to get the hang of it

[spanglespants]

New IZ musing: (Ooo this one I really like) Most Irken AI Brains know how their mechanical functions work upon activation. But I feel this might not be the case in reality. Even if they are artifically created the AI would have nothing to establish how strong or gentle it'd have to hold objects/ beings. Here is what I am thinking: they are trained on how to use their limbs in the smeeteries. This makes sense to me because 1. I don't see the control brains doing menial tasks like smeet care themselves. 2. Smeets are notably squishy enough to be unharmed from rough handling but alive enough to show discomfort/ distress when harmed.

Following this logic it's reasonable that the unfeeling robotic arm Zim expressed love to very well could be his computer, as random as that sounds. Just neither would know/ realize it because whats the possibility of that happening? Nearly impossible. Still... It's not impossible. Just a thought.

[katowashere]

Could I use your Compapa design for my invader zim Friday night funkin mod? I love him so much. I'll credit and link you of course!

...I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong person. I do actually have a compapa design tho something's telling me that you're talking about Haus.

Here, l made a little guide to compapa multiverse:

Design on the left is mine 🌻

Design in the middle is from @/readglare aka Mia's swap AU.

Design on the right belongs to @/paketdimensioncomic, @/dana-chan-the-control-brain and @/lululablette.

[violintrees]

I may be very attached to @readglare Human Compapa already.. He’s a weird cool computer man so of course I put him in vapor wave.

[rainbow-beanie]

@dana-chan-the-control-brain professor membrane and computer

x I plead the fifth

[rainbow-beanie]

Fanart for @dana-chan-the-control-brain ‘s fanfic tech support: chapter 4 weasel words

 The Computer was broken from his thoughts at the sound of high pitched shrieking. His cameras and processors devoted his attention to the distressed little irken in the experiment room. Who was being attacked by the very same weasels he was experimenting with. Apparently, Weasels did not take kindly to having sleep hypnosis parasites planted in their brains.

Zim ran and shrieked and flailed his arms as the little furry creatures crawled all over him, slathering him with bites, claw marks and laser eyes. A quick scan confirmed that these weasels did not have rabies, they were just angry. VERY angry. And aside from Zim’s panicking and mild bleeding from the bites he appeared unharmed. He was just freaking himself out, making the weasels angrier. He was going to seriously hurt himself if this kept up. Even if it was, admittedly, hilarious to watch.

The Computer wordlessly opened up the weasel containment unit without a verbal command.

“Master, contain the weasels in here.”

Zim then slammed the glass door to the containment unit shut. Panting heavily.

Zim peeled one of the weasels off his face, and threw it in the containment unit. He did the same for the one biting underneath his leggings and two others that were chomping down on his antenna and leg respectively.

“Wheeeeeeeeew… ha… that was a close onnnnAUGHHHH!!!”

Zim reached a new octave as he realized he didn’t notice the weasel clinging to his PAK, that had begun clawing the shell, causing a port to open up and began nibbling on wires to it’s heart’s content.

“AHH! NO NONONONONONONONONO!!! GET OUT OF THEREEEE!”

Zim tried to reach behind his back but instead he squeaked and convulsed as his eyes rolled back and his antenna twitched. He spun around in a circle and fell to the floor, before leaning back upright with his bodyweight only. Jerking and moving in an unnatural way. As if he didn’t have control of his own limbs. His arms and legs behaved like noodles as if the weasel was hosting the world’s worst grotesque puppet show. Zim’s tongue rolled out his mouth as his PAK began flashing red as a warning.

Now this was something the Computer WOULD intervene with. A robotic arm descended from the ceiling and snatched the weasel off Zim’s back, and threw it in the containment unit unceremoniously, crashing it into all it’s other bite-happy brethren before sealing them up again.

Zim fell to the ground, moaning and twitching.

Was he alright?

The Computer ran a scan of Zim’s current state. Specifically his PAK. He cross-compared reference to the scan he took on the first day Zim arrived to Earth. He didn’t have time to go over Zim’s PAK data in depth yet. Between GIR’s food experiments and Zim’s animal experiments, he had a feeling he'd be in pretty high demand over the weekends.

“Master,” The Computer began, speaking in an authoritative neutral voice. “Some nerve ending wiring for your arm control nerve is frayed along with your limb systems and several other nerve wirings. I'll plug in and begin an automatic PAK repair as soo-”

“NO!” Zim shrieked, far more panicked then the Computer ever heard him, and that was saying a lot judging by how jumpy he was.

“N-No.” Zim stammered, shakily getting to his feet, swaying where he stood. “There’s no need for an automatic PAK repair… I can do it myself.”

“......I… what? Are you sure? You can barely stand right now.. And your arms are very limp and...shaking....” The Computer couldn’t help but say aloud.

“Ah, Don’t worry, it’s just a little scratch and some loose wires, it’s fine!” Zim extended his PAK legs to walk to the PAK repair work station, as opposed to walking on his little organic legs that were trembling like jelly. Thankfully, that part of his PAK was undamaged as he was able to extend and use his PAKlegs no problem.

“...With all due respect, Master…” the Computer began as Zim leaned his body against the console, trying to figure out how to word what he would say next. “I don’t believe in your current condition that you would be able to repair your PAK manually.”

For a moment, Zim said nothing. He didn’t snap at him immediately like he normally did. Which worried him. He just leaned his head against the console, closing his eyes for a few moments.

“....Master?”

“EH!?” Zim’s antenna shot upwards and he looked confused. As if he wasn’t talking to him a few seconds ago.

That was very worrisome.

“Let me repair your PAK.” The Computer said in the most soft and stern voice he could muster.

Zim’s antenna twitched, as he realized what the Computer was asking.

“Eh.. Ah, no, don’t worry about it! I’m FINE!”

Before the Computer could argue his reasoning some more, Zim turned around so he could face the workbench and detached his PAK onto the work station. The PAK extended a few extra port wires and crawled onto the bench obediently, apparently used to this type of repair from its host. The lifeclock in the Computer’s systems activated, displaying the ten minute time limit in the center screen of every single camera in the home. A normal precaution so Invader Computers were currently aware when the PAK was attached to their Master and if they were at any risk of dying.

Zim arched his back and gave a long stretch that cracked his spine. He took a deep breath as he flexed his arms and claws, and began blinking each eye separately at a time and flexing his antenna individually from each other. The Computer observed him for a few moments. He consulted his database to see if such behavior was common for irkens who performed manual PAK repair. Oddly, there weren’t many instances of manual PAK repair operated by the irken host itself. PAK maintenance drones would repair other irkens typically, but not themselves. Invaders were trained in basic first aid, due to the nature of their job. They had to spend long quantities of time alone, and basic wear and tear maintenance was expected in their line of work.

A few chewed off wires however, that’s a different story.

“...Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” The Computer began hesitantly, suspecting that Zim had no clue what he was tampering with. He can never know with him.

Zim flexed his claws a few more times before he seemed satisfied, and he grabbed the wielding tool from overhead.

“Huh-hmm.” Zim said plainly. “This kinda thing happens all the time.”

“...You…. your wires get chewed out by weasels all the time?” The Computer asked.

“Yes! Well, no. Well.. I just mean… ya know… trainee combat and all that.”

Invader training combat?.... Zim had his wires yanked out of him before? The Computer suspected that was highly unlikely. Due to the nature of an irken’s PAK, and how they held most of an irken’s consciousness and served as a secondary brain to work alongside their primary one, PAKs were strictly off limits from attacking. Especially during training and simulations. In fair duels one of the main rules is to not mess with a fellow irken’s PAK. Everything else is fair game. Punch them in the eye, yank their antenna or grind the heel of their boot into the spooch. Attacking or tampering with an Irken’s PAK is strictly forbidden and would cause low marks and demerits, and in extreme cases, re-encoding.

“...How does that happen?” The Computer couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Ah, oh ya know how training is..” Zim said distractedly as he began welding and repairing the loose wires. “Stomping or yanking of the PAK to see how long I can last, throwing it back and forth amongst the Elites, hitting it a bit with the brunt of the electro spears a bit too hard…that’s just how it goes. All normal endurance training for only the most elite of the elite.”

…….He was kidding? Right?

"Like this one time during training, my PAK was yanked off and my fellow soilders wanted to see how long I could last, and that skilled Invaders are able to survive past the ten minute mark. Well, my record is about three minutes till. So we waited. They kept it away from me a little bit past my record, one minute was cutting it a little close, but we all had a good laugh about it."

He wasn’t kidding.

“They are just testing to make sure I have the right endurance! They obviously were testing my durability and enguitity! I had to learn a few things about PAK repair if I wanted to complete my Invader training! A few dents and dings like this is nothing.”

.....

The Computer immediately pulled up any information he had based on Zim’s training days as an Elite. He couldn’t find any documented evidence that his fellow elites had bullied him like this, but he did notice the peers he was typically stationed with at the time.

ELITE RED:

SKILLED TACTICIAN AND IMPRESSIVE COMBAT SKILLS

HIGHLY FAVORED BY FORMER ALL MIGHTY TALLEST MIYUKI

CURRENT STATUS: ALL MIGHTY TALLEST RED

ELITE PURPLE

RUTHLESS NO MERCY APPROACH TO COMBAT.

TOP SCORES IN STEALTH

CURRENT STATUS: ALL MIGHTY TALLEST PURPLE

That….

That can’t be right.

That would be impossible.

Logical evidence would suggest that these two were the ones that would purposely mess with Zim’s PAK to give him clear and unfair advantages. However, the Tallest are all powerful and all knowing in their judgements. They wouldn’t have become the Tallest if they were breaking the rules as elites. Even then, while Zim was the runt of his squad, he didn’t deserve such treatment. Either Zim did not know of the protocols or he thought that it was a standard part of training.

But… Zim had to be lying? Right? I mean he’s defective, who knows what crazy thinks?

That’s what the Computer wanted to think. But watching Zim calmly and accurately repair his PAK as if it was normal routine for him suggested otherwise. He’s been at it for about a minute now.

“...Master.” The Computer said lowly and softly, lowering the probability of startling him.

“Hmmm?” Zim responded, laser-focused on his task.

“How are your hands so steady…. You were flailing around with limp arms not to long ago… and your PAK is still damaged.”

Zim blinked up from his work, pausing for a moment before he gave a soft chuckle. It was unlike when Zim laughed loudly to assert his dominance. It was squeaky and soft.

“Silly Computer!” Zim chuckled and he got back to work.

“...Uhhhhh..”

Zim snickered to himself. “You’re a machine, so I don’t expect you to get it.”

What? What was so funny?

“My PAK has been damaged.” Zim then pointed towards his temple. “Not my ORGANIC brain.”

“....I …..”

“Once the PAK is detached, my biological shell draws resources from the organic brain. The nerve endings in those are FINE. It’s the PAK that’s the problem.”

The Computer considered this. While what Zim was saying was true, most irkens didn’t tend to view themselves as a disconnect to their PAK. It was a level of heightened awareness not many had achieved. If an iken’s PAK was damaged, it was common they would still experience pain once it was detached. There were many reports of a PAK being damaged, the PAK thinking that it’s host has broken a leg, and once the PAK was removed, the irken biological shell would still feel as if their leg is broken. Only PAK technicians had this level of understanding on how the PAK brain and organic brain co-exist together.

“You know, for an Irken super Computer, you’re not that smart if you forgot how PAKs work.” Zim snickered.

Oh that little…

“I have not!” The Computer huffed. “Just seeing this level of competence from you is shocking.”

“I know, I know. I am truly amazing!” Zim beamed. Apparently not absorbing the Computer’s insult. Probably for the best.

“Now silence! I need to concentrate.”

The Computer remained silent as he watched Zim work. Zim's hands worked efficiently at a pace that showed he was comfortable making these types of repairs.

Even so, an automatic repair would be faster and more efficient. The Computer took into consideration the stress patterns in his voice and heart rate when he thought he needed an automatic repair. In addition to his reluctance to being scanned or his PAK being scanned.

…...So, he knew he was defective then?

That had to be the logical conclusion. Only Defectives tended to get nervous about PAK fiddling or PAK repair. Although, observing his Master's hands, Zim had no qualms with repairing himself. Due to his intense focus and efficiency, it could almost be described as therapeutic for him.

Then was it the Computer himself he was afraid of?

There was still too much insufficient data for him to make a logical conclusion at the moment. But he will take Zim's comfort in mind when he eventually needs to consult him about PAK and biological repair in the future. Because let's face it, Zim will hurt himself again.

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this part made me very emotional, and also made me hate the tallest even more

[lillyloon]

Day 4: Computer / Membrane

@artfromtheinmates​ They’re infodumping about science

I can’t believe @dana-chan325 and @paketdimensioncomic​ tricked me into actually liking a crackship

‘Puter’s design was made by Ceph with help from @lululablette​

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