#Professor Membrane x Zim's Computer

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

It's been a while since I read your Tech Support fic and Post Florpus comics, but I just reread them and they still hit so good 🤌 but quick question bc I've been losing my mind over this but I swear to god I thought your fic had a phone call between Computer and Membrane where Membrane overhears GIR call Computer "House" and assumes his name is "Haus", was that scene from your fic??

Sorry it took me so long to answer this, I was busy and I like to hoard comments like this in my askbox for when I'm having a mental rainy day and be reminded folks still like my stuff.

Thank you! I'm glad people still like my Invader Zim art and stuff still. I hope to get back into it eventually. Because I feel it was 3 arcs away from ending the story entirely.

And yes, here's the master list of the instances that Membrane calls the Computer Haus.

This was the comic where Membrane and the Computer's friendship blossomed

This is the proper post explaining the significance of the name

This is the joke post with us coming up with the idea

But if you're talking about the content where it happens in the story.

That happened in "Jerking around the house" Which Ceph wrote and I ghostwrote and edited.

Here's the link to the Safe for work version.

(there is a nsfw version but if you want that and are of age, I trust you can find it on your own if you want it)

[gingerbreadart1]

Secret Santa for @crispysadisticcuddlemuffin !!

[l4byr1nthz1]

No context except that this was made bc of the Moo-Ping 10 server @cephalonghost

[saintheartwing]

Invader Zim: The Pigshit Troll,  Part Two

"Well, son, I can tell something's truly bothering you." Professor Membrane remarked as he sat down next to Dib in his room, black-gloved hands folded in his lap, his eyes gazing down through his big, large white goggles…not that you could see them, that glass was thick! "I'd like us to be closer. Please, talk."

"Wow, that's new." Dib thought. His dad outright approaching him pretty much out of nowhere just to talk? "Uh…Dad, when you were young, did people call you names? Bully you? Like…a lot? I'm getting accused of being this horrible online bully that's just TRASHING people's stories on the school website."

"You? Oh, Dib, that sounds so silly! You're slightly whiny, my boy, not a troll."

"…thanks, I guess?" Dib muttered as his Dad ruffled his hair.

"Complaining isn't always a bad thing, Dib. When people were getting sick from the food they bought at their local groceries, it took going to Congress and complaining to the government that the food wasn't right to change things. If we don't point out when something doesn't work, then it won't ever get made better. And sometimes it works! Look at that delightful Sonic movie. I remember when I was young, seeing that trailer drop. My heart sank. My hopes were crushed. But then…then they listened to the outcry, made Sonic look far better, and it was as if I was a child again playing Genesis, hidden away in my closet!" He proclaimed. "Sometimes people listen, sometimes they make changes, and it makes things better. THAT'S the eternal hope of people who complain. That if they say just the right words to the right person at the right time…they'll convince them to be better than they are."

"I'd LIKE to think that." Dib sighed. "But sometimes…I think people just wanna get stuff off their chest."

"Well, that's a human response." His dad told him. "That's normal."

"And sometimes I think people just wanna scream at someone and be heard!"

"That's normal too." Professor Membrane added. "At any rate, I'm not going to tell you to simply get a thicker skin and "buck up". The studies show that doesn't work at all!" He remarked, shaking his head back and forth. "And I'm certainly not going to tell you to retreat into yourself either, or just never go online. No, you need to talk to people about it. Talking always helps, that's what the data shows." He told Dib with a firm, wise, nod. "You can always come to me about this sort of thing, son. I promise you."

"That does make me feel a little better." Dib admitted, his father ruffling his hair before he left the room, a soft warmth spreading through Dib's frame. That HAD been nice, being able to just chat with his Dad. Still…he needed a long term solution. Talking to his father about this sort of thing was pretty much just a band aid.

He needed a more permanent fix. Luckily he knew just who to turn to.

"I need your help."

Gaz couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stared at Dib, mouth agape, eyes wide.

"…YOU…need MY help." She remarked as she stopped playing the latest edition of "Super Smash Bros X Street Fighter", putting the controller down. "…I should call Ripley's Believe it or Not. Rarer than Bigfoot! Rarer than the Loch Ness Monster! Rarer than an actual alien! DIB MEMBRANE ASKING FOR MY HELP." She gave a big, fat, grin. "By the way, that reminds me, guess who was using the belt sander?"

"Wait, Bigfoot's back?!" Dib asked, gaping in surprise. "Is he still there?!" He wanted to know as Gaz led him to the garage door.

"It was never Bigfoot, Dib." She told him.

"Then who was it?"

"CHEWBACCA!" She proclaimed with a grin as, sure enough, a tall, crossbow-blaster-wearing furry alien stood there, black nose a bit ruffled as he finished putting the last touches on his new knife using the belt sander, and cheerily grinned at Gaz, waving at her.

"CHEWIE?!" Dib asked.

"What a Wookie." Gaz sighed. "He's been smuggling me parts for my room security ever since I found him. I can't believe you ever spooked him enough to chase him off, though. What on Earth did you use?"

"Well, evidently wookies are positively terrified of air horns." Dib confessed. "Sorry about that. Must have super sensitive ears, huh?"

"HUUUUHRRRRRUUNNHHH!" Chewie agreed, exiting the garage as Dib sighed and turned to Gaz.

"So can you help me track down that troll?" He wanted to know.

"I dunno…" Gaz rubbed her chin. "I mean, I don't like getting bad reviews left on my stories either, but it is KINDA funny to see you squirming and under so much scrutiny." She confessed. "And you can't just move away or anything. Even if you did, if more reviews popped up trashing people's work, they would just all assume it's still you. Other countries got internet, after all. Unless you were literally tied to a pole and couldn't TYPE, people would just assume you're still at it."

"You're all heart!" Dib grumbled.

"Hey, you wanted help, I'm giving you the truth. That's just how people feel, you can be a really condescending asshole." Gaz said. "You ain't no perfect little angel."

"As opposed to being a REGULAR asshole like you or Zim?" Dib said, his temper flaring up, Gaz looking astounded that Dib was actually talking back to her. "And I've never CLAIMED to be an angel, Gaz, I…I KNOW I can be kind of…pushy. Obsessive compulsive. And I know I can be…insensitive to what other people think and…okay yeah! Yeah, I can be a jerk!" He threw his hands in the air and sighed. "But I'm doing something literally no other kid has to do!" He paced around, shaking his head back and forth. "No OTHER kid has to put up with trying to stop an alien lunatic that's not just a megalomaniac and psychotic alien but somebody outright sadistic and evil and petty and manipulative and a total jerk! On a pretty much daily basis! And half the time he almost succeeds at what he does, and if I don't stop him, people DIE! That's…that is WAY too much to put on someone not old enough to shave!" Dib told Gaz.

"…yeah, I'll give you that one." Gaz sighed.

"But I'm the only one who gets shit on. Nobody at school criticizes you because you'll beat the crap out of them. You got those freaky powers and everything! Even the teachers are scared of you! Zim? Zim gets off because people see me trying to expose him and they think I'm bullying him unfairly! Even though every day he's always up to something horrible! Literally! Every day! I shouldn't have to deal with him, OR the stuff I get from you and my classmates and now all of this with people thinking I'm not just nutty for liking stuff they think is strange, but that I'm some rotten troll!"

"Maybe Zim is the troll." Gaz suggested.

Dib stopped in mid-spiel, and he gaped at her. "…that's…not baaaaad!" He murmured. "That IS the kinda thing he'd do! Framing me for something HE'S done! And when he wants to, he can be really fiendishly clever…" He paced back and forth. "But we need to check. Is there any way to check?" He murmured. "Could we trace his IP address?"

"We could if we hack into the school's computer system, and from there, we can access where the reviews got posted. But while you do that, I'm going to go call a…friend." She remarked, nonchalantly making her way off to her room as Dib raced for his, to begin his hard work. Gaz slid on into her chair in her room, typing into a little keyboard built into the armrest, and PING! A vid screen manifested before her, and a short, tubby Irken was on the other end.

Skoodge, Zim's…friend. Though given how he treated him, you'd think Skoodge was more of a servant. When they went to go get snacks and drinks, it was Skoodge who had to carry everything. When Zim wanted something moved, he got Skoodge to do it and never thanked him. And when it came to the food…

"You see, I can't stand eating anything day-old. So its only fair I make up for it in other ways!" Zim was insisting even now to Skoodge from the other end of the basement, leaving Skoodge with the day old donuts while Zim stuffed his face. Skoodge quietly sighed, shaking his head, and then turned to the screen on his computer station, seeing he had an incoming message, and turning it on.

"Ah, Gaz. How're you?" He asked. Gaz smiled back at him. Skoodge was very eager to please, easy to manipulate but, still…compared to most Irkens, he was a civil, nice sort. Conquering planets or the like was just a job to him, it wasn't personal, and he didn't seem to take any real delight in being a jerk the way Zim did, or Tak did. Besides, he also happened to find Gaz attractive. It was the purple hair. For some reason, Irkens looooved the color purple.

"Hey, Skoodge, I need a favor. Has Zim been bragging about being the troll at school leaving all those awful, sick reviews?" Gaz wanted to know.

"Oh, no. But he's loving seeing Dib go to pieces." Skoodge remarked. "It's really mean. He can't stop laughing uncontrollably whenever the topic gets brought up. He said he wishes he'd thought of it, it's so simple and evil a plan that it should have been his plan."

Gaz had to admit that she'd been pleasantly surprised to find Skoodge so agreeable. She'd gone gaming with him, playing online, and she'd grown to learn a lot about him, and also, in return, about Irkens, and it astounded her how much they really had in common with humans. After all, her leaders were also lazy, egotistic, smug jerks who liked hurting people for not being good enough, who forced you into bad jobs that paid barely anything, and thought they were a lot smarter and better than they really were!

And they also placed an emphasis on being tall too. Nobody really respected a short President Man!

Truly, two species joined at the hip without knowing it.

"Thanks, Skoodge. I appreciate it. You're really sure it isn't him, huh? Maybe…it's a long shot but…is GIR doing it? I mean, sometimes GIR gets up to weird things with Minimoose and the Computer."

"GIR has pretended to be a girl online, but he'd never be sadistic enough to leave those kind of messages." Skoodge remarked with a shake of his head.

This was true. The new MMO that came out, "Portal Defenders", a massive crossover game indeed, had come out about five months back and Skoodge had gotten super into it, and he'd been, along with Gaz, very surprised to find a very willing girl character who played as the one and only XJ9 from "My Life As A Teenage Robot" eager to help them. They'd gone on many a raid together and much to their delight, she'd proven invaluable…and also proven to be GIR.

Still, hey. It was a valid life choice. Fine by him.

"Hmm. So much for that. It's not you, is it?"

"No way!" Skoodge insisted. "I get my stories crapped on because I exclusively write fetish material. I'm VERY into macrophilia."

"Yeah, I always wanted to ask, how come you're so into big, huge stories with the rampages or the giants or the big aliens stomping around or eating people? It's kinda odd." Gaz admitted. "I mean, I'm into super metal stuff, I like weird things too, but I always wanted to ask…"

This was true. Skoodge also attended the school in disguise, the same grade as Gaz, and he actually had a lot of talent too. But he reaaaaally enjoyed writing stories with big monsters and aliens. Time after time, they'd be leveling cities or whole towns or some rando would end up becoming a big beast that gobbled up his coworkers or the like. Occasionally he even dived deeper and entire planets would be broken apart or devoured! It was well written, without a doubt, engaging, but it could get…kinda scary.

"Well…I'm short and fat and not the least bit threatening." Skoodge sighed. "Look at me. I'm a tubby loser." He murmured as he picked up his fat gut and shook it about. "But in these stories, I can be anything. I can be big, and powerful, wonderful and terrible all at once. Everyone loves me and fears me all at once. I kinda felt like that right after I conquered Blorch, and the Slaughtering Rat People…until the Tallest shot me outta the closet and another Invader took the credit for my work."

"Wish fulfillment, huh?" Gaz sighed. "Hey, y'know, I get it. I mean, it's why I keep watching "The Craft" or "Carrie" all the time, I'd love to do the kinda things those girls do in those films. Just let loose, y'know?"

"Yeah, sometimes you just gotta feed that wolf that's howling outside your door. Besides, the guidance counselor said it's a good way for me to deal with my more unpleasant urges by expressing them in a creative way." Skoodge added with a smile. "And it's worked! Putting all this on paper made me work through my thoughts and feelings and I began to realize how rotten my species are. We're just the literal worst. Did you know we executed the last artist we had on Irk because he refused to stop drawing propaganda?"

"That sounds dickish."

"It WAS! He said art should be about more than convincing people to blow stuff up. Then they blew him up. A bunch of pieces of him evidently got on Tallest Miyuki when she was in her Invader training, and that's why she decided to tone down the imperialistic tendencies of the Empire…for all the good it did us once Red and Purple came around." Skoodge sighed. "It's too bad, I missed working alongside the Vortians in the labs, those were good years." He confessed.

"Thanks for the help, Skoodge. Keep an eye on Zim for me, wouldja? Good to chat with you again. See you around!" Gaz told him, giving Skoodge a deliberate wink, then shutting the screen off as he sighed softly.

"Anything for you…" He murmured.

Dib meanwhile, had broken into the school system and was looking at various reviews left under people's stories. Hmm, this one was from Gaz-oh. OH! He hadn't seen this before. She was taking umbrage at how the character…an obvious stand-in for her, was portrayed. After all, she had a rough upbringing too, with Professor Membrane never around and yes, when Dib had been younger, he'd done a couple experiments on her. It had actually been what turned her hair purple, and he deeply regretted it, though she'd said she actually ended up LIKING her hair turning that way.

Dib cringed as he read the review. He got that she wanted to see herself as the hero, but…c'mon, Gaz. "I'M the one literally putting my life on the line just about every day, you're playing Game Slave and stuffing your face with pizza, I think I deserve a bit more understanding than you do." He muttered. She came off as so…entitled here!

Oh, and now a new review. "You should be nicer to Zim. He's got mental health issues."

"So do I, but I don't go around trying to destroy planets and enslave people." Dib muttered. "Zim isn't just insane. He's evil. Jesus. Why are there so many Stans for Zim? They all keep thinking he's being picked on when I'm the one who almost always gets it the worst…"

He cringed, stopping himself. "Stop it, Dib. No more pity parties. No more self-flagellating. You gotta focus." He murmured, examining the reviews, scrolling, scrolling. A lot of the troll reviews had been taken down by the teachers because they'd gotten sick of it too, but-wait. A new one. "ReVIEW MY STORiES! YOUR SToRiES ARE PIGSHIT!"

Ah ha. He had the IP address. His fingers swiftly moved across the keyboard, typing rapidly, his eyes widening as he saw where it came from.

It couldn't be. But…

The address was Membrane Labs.

His father's workplace.

What…the…fuuuuuuuck?

[krizaland]

Zim x Reader/ Dib x Reader Chapter 7

First Chapter Previous

I’ve suddenly got a ton of motivation so I whipped up another chapter! I hope you enjoy!

“Y/N?! Y/N?! Hello?! HELLO?!”

The sound of Zim’s screeching brought you back to the present.

“Ugh...” you groaned as you rubbed your throbbing head.

“Are you ok?” Zim asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry about that. Just had a flashback.” You laughed half heartedly.

“A FLASHBACK?! REALLY?! DO YOU REMEMBER ME NOW?!” Zim squealed as hope danced in his ruby eyes.

“Well not really...I-”

“COMPUTER! PLAY ANOTHER RECORDING!” Zim interjected as he pointed to the monitor.

“INITIATING PLAYBACK OF RECORDING FIVE!”

The next day you walked to skool looking and feeling terrible. Your eyes were a bit swollen from crying and you could still taste Zim in your mouth.

“Hey, Y/N- Woah. Are you ok? You look like you just died and we’re brought back to life by an amateur necromancer.” Dib observed as he gave you a sympathetic look.

“Zim decided to stick his gross alien tongue in my mouth last night...” You groaned as you stopped walking.

Dib’s eyes nearly burst through his glasses.

“HE DID WHAT?!” Dib squawked in disbelief.

“He kissed me! I know! I know! It was super gross and weird but that wasn’t even the weirdest thing-”

“THAT ALIEN FREAK KISSED YOU?! Ok! Stay calm, Y/N! We need to get you to my dad’s lab right away! He probably laid eggs in your mouth or something!” Dib panicked as he grabbed your hand.

“Wait! What?! Can he really do that?” You looked like you were about to vomit.

“I..I don’t know. But! I saw something like that happen in a horror movie! So it’s better to be safe than sorry!” Dib insisted as he dragged you behind him.

“Ok! Ok! Just stop tugging! You’ll pull my arm off!” You grumbled as you followed Dib back to his house.

The moment you arrived, Dib burst through the door and rushed you to the lab.

“Dad! We need to give Y/N a check up! That alien kissed them! We need to check for eggs or poison or-” Dib blubbered as he gestured to you.

“Son! Calm down! I don’t know how many times I need to say this but: There are no aliens! Your friend simply went on a bad date. It’s nothing to be jealous about.” Professor Membrane reassured as he put a hand on Dib’s shoulder.

“Jealous? I’m not jealous. I’m just worried about my only friend! That’s all!” Dib blushed.

“Of course you are, son. Of course.” Professor Membrane chuckled as he shook his head.

“Dad! Please! Can’t you just take a look?” Dib pleaded as he gave him the saddest puppy dog face.

“Oh. Alright. I’ll take a look.” Professor Membrane sighed.

Professor Membrane hummed as he pulled out a few futuristic gadgets and ran some tests on you. After a few minutes of tests, Professor Membrane scribbled down some notes.

“Well son, your friend is perfectly healthy! However, there does seem to be a foreign substance embedded in their skin.” Professor Membrane noted as he looked through his notes.

“A foreign substance?! Do you know what it is?” Dib squeaked as he looked at his dad expectantly.

“Well no but I’m certain it’s probably just some sort of perfume. After all your friend’s body is in perfect health.” Professor Membrane explained with a shrug.

“That weird bottle that talking dog spilled on me!” You gasped as your eyes widened.

“Wait! What weird bottle? And was that dog green by chance?” Dib inquired.

“Yeah! The dog was green alright and totally crazy. Anyway, he spilled a bottle of weird stuff all over me last night. I must’ve forgotten to wash it off.” You explained with a nervous laugh.

“See son? It’s just perfume! Now I need to head to my main lab to check in a few experiments. You two have fun! I’ll be home at eight.” Professor Membrane mused as he walked out of the lab.

“That doesn’t sound like perfume to me. Y/N, that green dog works for Zim! He probably covered you in some kind of alien toxin. That’s probably why Dad couldn’t find anything wrong.” Dib rambled as he circled you.

“Aw man! What are we gonna do?! I don’t want to be some alien science experiment!” You groaned as you buried your face on your hands.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! We’ll get to the bottom of this! I think I know someone who can help. Follow me!” Dib urged as he grabbed your hand.

Dib rushed you to the garage and stood before a large tarp.

“Behold, Y/N! A real alien spaceship!” Dib announced as he threw off the tarp.

Under the tarp was none other than Tak’s ship.

“Pestering human! Why are you bothering me now!” The ship grumbled.

“Woah! Dib, this is so cool! How did you find it?” You squealed as you stared at the ship in awe.

“This terrible human STOLE ME FROM MY RIGHTFUL OWNER, TAK!” The ship roared as a picture of Tak’s face appeared on its screen.

“Yeah...Um it’s a long story really but I’ll tell you another time. Ship, we need your help again!” Dib urged as he turned to face the ship.

“I’ve already told you! I don’t help anyone but Tak!” The ship pouted.

“We need you help to foil one of Zim’s evil plans! It would make him really miserable!” Dib explained.

“Flawless logic! I will help you!” The ship chirped as a picture of a check mark appeared on its screen.

“My friend here had some kind of weird alien substance spilled on them! Do you think you can analyze it?” Dib asked as he gestured to you.

“Oh? Is that all? That’ll be simple.” The ship whirred as a few tentacles whipped out from it.

The tentacles wrapped around you tightly as the ship’s screen loaded.

“Analyzing… Done! It appears your friend is covered in...Early Irken Courtship Pheromones.” The ship’s voice fell as its tentacles retracted.

“COURTSHIP PHEROMONES?!” Dib exclaimed in shock.

“That’s what I said. Back before Irkens discovered cloning, Irken bodies used to give off powerful courtship pheromones that mixed with their natural body chemistry. The scent of these pheromones would send an Irken into a wild frenzy of sorts. However, the pheromones’ scents were unique to each individual. Therefore, the pheromones could only affect an Irken’s life mate.” The ship explained nonchalantly.

You and Dib exchanged horrified glances as the ship spoke.

“Oh god! Maybe that’s why he kissed me!” You shuddered.

“Wait! Did you just say Zim kissed you?!” The ship exclaimed in horror.

“Yeah! And it makes me sick just remembering it.” You whimpered as you looked down at your feet.

The ship remained silent for a moment before finally being able to speak.

“I never thought I’d say this but human, you have my apologies.” The ship sounded genuinely sympathetic.

“It’s alright. It was just a gross kiss. I’ll live.” You sighed as you looked back up at the ship.

“It’s actually much worse than ‘just a gross kiss’! That idiot has claimed you as his life mate!” The ship yelped.

“HE WHAT?!” You and Dib screeched in horror.

“Once an early Irken found a suitable partner, they would kiss them...passionately.  Once the kiss was completed, their partner would forever be branded as their life mate.” The ship’s voice shuddered a bit.

“NOOO! Y/N CAN’T BE THAT ALIEN MONSTER’S MATE FOR LIFE!” Dib wailed as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?! I DONT WANT TO BE HIS MATE EITHER! I BARELY KNOW HIM AND I ALREADY HATE HIM!” You gagged. You felt like you were going to lose your breakfast!

“SHIP! SURELY THERE HAS TO BE SOMEWAY TO FIX THIS!” Dib screeched as he pressed his hands up against the ship’s screen.

“DON’T TOUCH ME! While there is no way to change Irken biology, there is a way to break his heart. Which is way more satisfying in my opinion!” The ship chirped.

“Break his heart? Ship, you’re a genius! Tell us how!” Dib insisted.

“Don’t tell me what to do! Anyway, Y/N! If you want to be free of Zim’s DISGUSTING affections then I suggest you listen carefully! I’m afraid you’re going to need to...accept his...Excuse me for just a moment ” The ship gagged for a few minutes before continuing, “You need to accept his affections for now. Play the role for a few days then deliver the final blow. Tell him your true feelings and watch him break.”  

“Geez, that sounds kind of harsh. Wait! I have an idea! Y/N, what if you tricked Zim into exposing himself! That way we’ll be rid of Zim and be able to show the whole world a real alien!” Dib cheered as he threw an arm around you.

“Well I liked my idea better but as long as Zim suffers, I guess that’s all that really matters. Just he sure to film everything for me! I want to see all the chaos!” The ship cackled.

You went silent for a moment and looked down at your feet. On one hand, you wouldn’t have to be Zim’s life mate and make Dib’s dream come true. However on the other hand, part of you didn’t want to hurt Zim at all. You couldn’t help but feel like there was so much more to Zim than just ‘evil alien’. You’ve always  wanted to know more about aliens in general. Getting to know Zim might be a great place to start.

Finally, both parts of you managed to come to an agreement.

“Alright, count me in!”

Next

[l4byr1nthz1]

A compilation of all my dumb Brane/Brain edits

@cephalonghost​

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Hey, don't bother reading this if you're really stressed about the recent discourse. I just wanted to thank you for all the info. I haven't been in the fandom long and MDZADR was spewing all sorts of misinformation this whole time, so now I feel like an idiot for believing anything she said. I was worried this fandom was filled with a bunch of toxic people, but it turns out she was the toxic one. I hope this gets cleared up soon, sorry you've had to deal with it :(

Thank you. 

To be honest, I’m going to be terrified of looking at my inbox for the next few days.

I’m one of the older members of the fandom, so I feel I have to act a certain way to certain situations...

But because I was personally involved with the Covid situation, and know a lot of people in that server personally, I can’t help but take the situation personally and get angry.

(especially when I know for a fact I am the person who had Covid, because I was the only person in the MooPing server who had it in December, and shared that with them because I trusted the server to take it seriously and listen to my woes... because I felt so lonely and miserable at the time because I was forced to stay in a different state for 10 days without working or even seeing my family.. It was hard.)

And believe me, a majority of the IZ-fandom is in the Moo-Ping10 discord. At least a large number of the content creators are. I can guarantee that if someone is making a comic on tumblr there is an 80% chance they are in the moo-ping10 discord... Including the ZADR shippers. 

I feel a lot of conversations that MDZADR was referring to in the server were in the IZ-rant channel.

Which this is how it goes:

“I hate when the fandom Blank.”

“Ha... yeah me too.”

“It’s not my favorite but I can respect that thing.”

“ah I actually like that thing”

“Ah cool, just not my taste personally” 

“yeah I can see that.”

“okay cool bro”

(everyone high fives)

........

That is literally a paraphrasing of how all of the conversations go in the Iz-rant channel. 

I even mentioned on the server how I’m not the biggest fan of TAGR... Like I just don’t get it, but I can respect it and it ain’t for me. 

I have a feeling MDZADR interpreted these “respectful conversations about unpopular opinions and agreeing to disagree”

as “blind anti hate”

Because that is not was the Iz-Rant channel on the server is made for... 

There is NO ONE in the server who fights about ships or opinions...

NO ONE.

We have plenty of people in the server who don’t care about ZADR or any of the ships, and just an equal amount of people who ship it like crazy. 

Professor Membrane x Zim’s Computer was BORN in that server and I know some people in the server don’t vibe with it.

How do I know?

Because they don’t talk when it’s brought up and mind their own business. 

AND THAT IS OKAY!

Everyone in Moo-Ping10 is the nicest bunch of people you’ll ever meet, and I just hate to see it being talked about this way...

because... this might sound corny...to you...

But I consider Moo-Ping 10 my family.

Different from my family in RL... but still my family... a different kind of family. 

Everyone is just so respectful and nice and lovely...  I’m crying from people in Moo-Ping at least once a week because we compliment each other and love each other's stuff so much. 

Everyone is extremely supportive of each other...

Moo-Ping 10 is my own personal found family... and I love them all and I won’t let people talk bad about my Ohana. 

So just... thank you for believing in me...