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frenchfrywrites · 1 year ago

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They put eggs in him?!

MINORS DNI

Ehe thank u for the commission @peedpanties <3 i love that i got to write abt some of my fave things in the world such as eggs and crying men and pee and levi :)

Warnings: amab gender neutral dom top reader, sub bottom Levi, levi has a vent + tentacle hemipenis, animalistic/demonic traits, piss!!, eggs!!, ovipositioning, dacryphilia

To your utter delight and surprise, Leviathan is the one to suggest the eggs.

“Stop smiling at me like that,” he scrunches his nose in mock disgust, laying on the bed in front of you, his legs spread with you seated comfortably between them. “It’s weird.”

But you can’t help it, you’re so proud of him for working up the courage to ask you to try a new kink with him. Most times it’s hard enough to remind him that it’s okay for him to indulge in the stuff you know he likes. It’s a big deal that he not only let you know about his interest in ovipositioning, but that he had prepared and researched and wanted to jump right in.

“Okay,” you hum, and don’t stop smiling at him. “Are you ready?” and here’s where the blushing begins. Levi nods, looking away, but spreading his legs wider for you. This is the Levi you’re prepared for when it comes to trying out new kinks: the cute, bashful, and sometimes nearly unbelievably shy Levi.

You know to take it slow and easy with him, watching him carefully for any negative reaction. Luckily, because of his preparation, there won’t be the typical shuffling and maneuvering, and you’re able to simply reach for the lube next to you to generously slick up your fingers. Levi gasps softly when you run your wet fingers along his vent, spreading his lips open, so you can access his hole.

You’re hard just from looking at him (well, the kissing and heavy petting that occurred earlier to soothe Levi’s nerves certainly helped), but your cock will go largely neglected during this. It might hurt and annoy you later, but right now you’re so consumed with Levi that you can almost forget how turned on you are.

Your first finger slips in easily, rubbing against his already gooey insides. His hemipenis are still sealed away within his vent, and your finger brushes against the appendages every so often. Levi lets out a breathy whine when you slip in a second finger.

The five silicone eggs that came with the ovipositor are the most beginner friendly that you could find, while still fulfilling Levi’s desire to feel full. This is your first time trying this, after all, and you wanted to make it as safe and inviting as possible for your predictably anxious lover. You figure if you can get him comfortably stretched out with three fingers, he’ll be prepared enough to take the eggs.

It’s not long at all before you’re able to slip in a third finger, and Levi melts into the bed beneath him, purring loudly. His vent has gotten more wet as you’ve loosened him up, and you can feel his cocks trying to press their way out. Your fingers dance around them, working Levi up even more with each brush against them.

“I think you’ll be ready soon,” you tell him, flexing your fingers open and closed, making sure his vent is open for your eggs. Levi makes a little noise, a sign that he heard you, and he tightens around your fingers.

After a moment more, you slowly slide your fingers out of him, causing Levi to whine softly. The tips of his cocks peak out of his vent, wriggling as they try to free themselves. Levi brings a hand down, pressing the heel of his palm against his hole to keep them in (he grinds against his hand a little, but you pretend not to notice).

Picking up the ovipositor you then lube it up quickly. It’s shaped like a tentacle, which did not surprise you in the slightest.

“Good to go?” you ask, noticing that Levi is still covering his vent.

“Yeah- yes, we just have to wait a second cause I’ll- um- cum too quick,” he practically whispers that last bit. You coo,

“Aw okay, just let me know when you’re ready,” you tell him, leaning down to kiss him. Levi moans against your lips, opening his mouth for your tongue. He makes all sorts of noises as you kiss him deeply, and you swallow them up eagerly.

“Ah,” he huffs after finally pulling away, “‘m ready,” he tells you, looking up with those big amber eyes that make your knees weak.

Slowly, he moves his hand, revealing his vent to you once again. You press the head of the ovipositor against his entrance, and it pops in easily. From there it’s smooth sailing, with you only pausing momentarily for Levi to adjust.

When there’s a little of the shaft left outside of him, you stop. Grabbing one of the eggs placed next to you, Levi’s eyes are wide and wild as he watches you lube it up. You smile to yourself as you watch his third eyelid blink, wetting his eye while still letting him continue to watch your every move.

“Okay,” you say, mostly to yourself, and sounding entirely too excited. Levi lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding when you push the egg into the ovipositor. You move it forward through the tentacle by squeezing a bit of the shaft. From there, Levi flexes and squeezes his vent around the ovipositor, and you’re unable to tell where the egg is until he gasps loudly.

“Oh! It’s in, it’s in,” he tells you excitedly, reaching out to touch you. You grab his hand, and he squeezes it, smiling happily and purring loudly.

“Feels good?” you ask hopefully. Levi nods,

“Yeah, um it is good, mhmm really good,” he blinks slowly, one eye and then the other- a telltale sign that he’s losing control already. Your cock throbs, knowing that even with only one egg inside, Levi is already so affected.

“Good!” you’re relieved that the experience so far is meeting his expectations, and making him feel good. “Another one?” He nods at your question,

“Yeah, please,” and with that, you’re slicking up another egg and repeating the process. Levi moans as it travels through the ovipositor, his voice cracking when it deposits into his vent. Then you push in another. It takes longer to press in this egg, and there’s a couple of times where you wonder if you should stop and give Levi a break, but he seems adamant and determined to keep going.

Levi holds onto your hand through it all, going from completely lax to a vice-like grip within a matter of seconds.

“Ah-are you sure they’re all going to fit?” he asks breathlessly after the third egg slides into his vent, glancing over at the remaining eggs. It’s the first time that he’s shown any hesitence, and you know that means it’s time to heap on your reassurance and support. You coo,

“I think you can take two more baby,” he preens under the praise, “you’ve done so well with the first few, these next ones are going to be easy as cake,” you promise, leaning in to kiss his sweaty forehead.

“Okay,” his voice sounds wobbly, but excited. You give him a moment to adjust to the three eggs inside of him before lubing up another.

Like you’d predicted, Levi’s able to take the remaining eggs into his vent. It takes even longer for these to deposit, and he’s gasping by the time the last one pushes inside of him.

“Oh there we go,” you muse, rubbing his thigh gently, “they’re all in, good boy,” Levi moans weakly. You watch as his vent twitches around the ovipositor, adjusting to the weight and feel of the eggs inside of him.

“How do you feel?” you ask curiously.

“S’full,” he slurs, one of his hands coming to touch his belly. He sighs dreamily, “oh, ‘m gonna keep your eggs safe, I’ll-I’ll take good care of ‘em,” he babbles. You smile, suddenly very aware of your own arousal.

“Aw, so good for me, darling,” you hum, reaching down to gently tug on the ovipositor. Levi whines, but ultimately lets you pull it from his vent. His hole gapes and you can feel your cock twitch.

“Fuck Levi, you look so good,” you groan. Levi hiccups,

“You can’t fuh-fuck me when the eggs are inside,” he reminds you solemnly.

“Are you gonna help me out some other way then?” you ask, grinning. Levi nods happily, mimicking your smile. It takes a moment while you shuffle around, but soon you’re laying next to him, so Levi can jerk you off comfortably.

His hand is shaky and clumsy as he strokes you, but you’re so close already, you don’t mind much.

“Mhmm Levi,” you moan, “love the way you look ah-all stuffed full of my eggs,” his pace stutters at your words. Levi’s eyes are glued to your cock, and he’s practically drooling. He rubs your tip, collecting the pre-cum bubbling there.

Levi moans alongside you, rubbing his thighs together to quell the growing arousal in his gut. You want so badly to touch him, but he’d been very serious about not getting off until it was time to take the eggs out. He’d explained that one of his biggest fears about trying out the experience was accidentally letting an egg slide out of him before he was ready.

Even though he’s not being pleasured by you, Levi seems more than content with watching and helping you get off. He licks his lips, flicking his hand up and down along your cock, faster and faster.

Your hips jerk into his fist as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Looking at the slight bulge in Levi’s stomach gets you off quicker than you’d care to admit.

“Um, please cum,” Levi begs softly, “I wanna see it,” and you’d have to be dead to deny him. With a soft gasp, you clutch onto him, spilling over his newly bulged tummy. Levi moans alongside you, feeling how you pulse and twitch in his hand.

When you’ve regained your breath and go soft, Levi smiles,

“That was so hot,” he whispers, all flushed and cute. Unable to help yourself, you kiss him sweetly. When you pull back Levi looks mildly uncomfortable.

“No offense,” he starts, “but I wanna get cleaned up before it dries,” he tells you, very clearly referring to your cum. You laugh, and ease your way out of your bed, then help Levi to his feet. He’s a bit shaky, so you help him to the bathroom.

“Um, so the plan is,” Levi starts, as you grab some wipes to clean him up, “that I’m gonna keep these- your eggs in all day,” he reminds you.

“Mhmm,” you make an affirmative sound, and Levi continues.

“I want you to be there when they have to come out again,” you look at him with a loving smile,

“Of course! I want to be there too,” you assure him. “I think,” you begin, when Levi goes quiet, “you’re going to have to help me out again after I watch you,” Levi’s jaw drops and his face goes up in flames.

“Omg, you’re such a perv!” he cries. With a laugh you roll your eyes, because he’s so obviously calling the kettle black, but don’t say anything and instead start to tenderly clean him.

The two of you are with one another for a bit longer before parting ways. Levi heads (slowly, shakily,) to his room, and you go out, promising to return in a few hours.

Levi thought it’d be easy to keep the eggs (your eggs, he keeps reminding himself) inside him all day long. He’s not a very active person, and he’d figured that would work in his favor.

The walk to his room was agonizing. Though you’d been there to help, Levi was terrified of someone finding him in this state. You’d sworn that no one would be able to tell, but he felt his limp was obvious. And the way the eggs had moved inside of him was just a preview for how the day would continue.

For the first few hours, Levi’s in heaven. He can’t stop smiling to himself and running his hands over his stomach, so giddy and lovestruck over the fact that you did this to him. It’s remarkably easy to convince himself that the eggs are real, and they’re your clutch, and you chose him to carry them. It’s a fantasy he’s had a hundred times before, and is made so much more intense because he can feel the eggs inside of him.

Soon though, Levi runs into a few issues.

He hadn’t thought about how they’d slide and rub against his hemipenis any time he shifted in his chair or got up. He hadn’t thought about how there would be a constant press and bulge against his belly, reminding him that the eggs were seated deep within him.

He had especially not thought of how to pee with them inside.

When Levi felt the first pang of need from his bladder, a similar pang of anxiety shot through his body. What if they fell out while he tried to pee? The fear of the eggs popping out overcame his need to relieve himself, and Levi very quickly came to the conclusion that he should hold his pee.

Not even two hours later, Levi is squirming and pressing his legs together as he tries his best to distract himself from how badly he has to pee. He can feel the eggs pressing against his bladder, and any time they move he feels like he’ll burst.

His palms are sweating, and he feels like every hair on his body is standing up. Every so often, shivers rock their way from the top of his skull down to the tips of his toes. And, as much as Levi would hesitate to admit it, his vent is wet from the anticipation that comes with holding. The eggs moving around inside of him are painful and arousing all at the same time and it’s making Levi lightheaded. He finds himself grinding himself against his chair, wanting so badly to get off, but knowing that he can’t do that without wetting himself.

He looks at the clock, and there are still a couple of hours until you agreed to meet up in his room again. He doesn’t know if he can last that long.

Forty-five minutes later, Levi leaks a bit, and he can feel the eggs shift inside of him. In this brief moment his worst fears get confirmed, if he pees, your eggs will surely be pushed out of his vent.

Scrambling for his phone, Levi dials your number with shaky hands.

“Hi lovely, how-”

“I need you,” Levi rushes, uncaring of where you are or with whom you’re with.

There’s a second of rustling before he hears your voice again,

“What’d you say?”

“I need you,” he whines, pressing his hand against his vent to stop more pee from leaking out.

“What’s the matter? Are you safe?”

Levi lets out a frustrated groan,

“Yes, look I need you here so I can take your eggs out, they’re- I have to pee so bad and they’re making it worse, it hurts so bad, and I’m so crazy horny at the same time– ew why did I tell you that?” he whines, humiliation making him feel hot, hotter than he already feels. Unable to help himself he continues rambling, “like I’m probably sitting in a puddle with how wet I am– ugh– I just need you here, please, ple-”

“Okay,” you breathe into the phone, and Levi feels a tingle go down his spine at how flustered you sound, “okay, shit, I’ll be there soon baby, can you wait twenty minutes? Can you last that long?” Levi scrunches his eyes shut, knowing every second of that twenty minutes is going to be agony for him.

“Yeah, just hurry? Please?” he hates that he sounds so small, but Levi doesn’t think he’s ever been this desperate before.

“I’ll see you soon,” you promise, and with that you hang up.

Levi feels more and more like a caged animal with each second that passes. It’s right when he considers dropping his pants and pissing on the floor, letting the eggs drop out of him, and humping the puddle that’d form on the ground to get off, when you enter his room.

“Thank fuck,” Levi feels relief pass through him at the sight of your face.

“Sorry I made you wait,” you tease as you make your way to his desk chair and take him into your arms.

“It’s okay,” Levi whispers, and you lay him gently into his bed, “I’m gonna pee, I have to pee, I’m sorry, I held it for so long, I’m so full,” he rambles while you strip him of his clothes.

“It’s okay Leviachan,” you practically tear off your own clothes next, “lay back and relax baby, let me take care of you,” Levi does as he’s told and melts like butter into his bed.

“You can let go now, baby,” you coo, pressing down on the now very obvious protrusion on his stomach. Levi keens, but it takes him a moment before a spurt of piss leaves his vent.

“Oh there we go,” you moan as a heavy stream leaves his body, soaking you entirely. You both moan simultaneously, Levi’s eyes rolling back into his skull at the relief, and your eyes glued to the way his piss splashes against your cock. Your dick is hot and heavy already, bobbing against your abdomen as you watch Levi piss himself. It’s not long before the first egg begins to press itself out of Levi’s vent.

“Good boy,” you moan, pressing gently against the bulge in his stomach to help him along. Levi purrs loudly at the praise, gurgling and bubbling in some nonhuman language.

“Ungh,” he grunts when the first egg slides out of him. You take it, tossing it elsewhere,

“Feel better?” you ask, rubbing his belly soothingly. He nods dumbly, his stream dying down. You inch your hand from his stomach to his bladder, down to his vent. He’s wet from pissing in front of you and being edged for hours, making it easy to slip your fingers inside of him. With your help it’s not long before you’ve got all but one egg removed from his vent.

He's a panting, whining mess by the time he finishes. Levi’s flushed from his face down to his chest, his legs trembling, and his eyes watering. Fueled by your praise, and the pleasurable stretch from the eggs, his vent is sticky and gooey enough that you haven’t had to use lube.

Levi tells you more about it later, but in the moment you don't know about just how intense it is for him to push out the eggs. The way they stretch and rub against his gooey vent walls as they leave has him seeing stars. Not to mention the way he's grown so attached to the eggs, and the fact that they're yours; there's an emotional aspect to it that overwhelms him. He feels an abnormal sense of pride over the fact that he kept them so safe, and that you're going to have so many babies together.

There's a feeling of emptiness that sinks in with each egg that he pushes out. On one hand it's a relief, that his hemipenis have more room to wiggle around, and the pressure on his bladder being relieved is euphoric. On the other hand, Levi got very accustomed to feeling full, and he's already starting to miss it. The language that slips past his tongue tells you all of this and more, but it falls on deaf ears for now.

“Just one more darling, you’ve done so well so far,” Levi hiccups at your praise, his face scrunching as he concentrates on flexing his vent to push out the final egg.

When the last one stretches and slides out of his vent, you cheer, and he lets out an exhausted wail.

“Aw so good baby, so good, you did so good,” you heap on the praise. Levi looks at you with his big, wet amber eyes, his bottom lip wobbling. You worry it was too much, and that he’s overstimulated or hurt in some way.

Before you can get a word in edgewise, Levi sobs “I feel empty,” pathetically, fat tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart,” relief floods through your body at the fact that there’s not something terribly wrong. You brush his sweat soaked hair away from his forehead, “want me to fill you back up again?” you ask, looking at him for confirmation. Levi nods his head,

“Please?”

You pull away from his body to blindly feel for the lube that’s somewhere around his bed, watching intently as Levi’s tentacle cocks squirm out of his vent now that the eggs are gone. They add to the sticky, wet shine that coats Levi’s thighs, vent, and belly as they search for something to grind against.

It’s an incredibly difficult task, but somehow you manage to coat your cock with the lube while letting your other hand rub and stroke his hemipenis.

“Ooh!” Levi’s sobs are interrupted when he feels your hand touching him, his head knocks back against one of his pillows at the intensity of the sensations. You’re reminded that the eggs rubbing and moving against his cocks have been subtly edging him for hours.

“Oh Levi, baby,” you coo, but your sympathy falls on deaf ears as Levi’s crying starts up again– this time from pleasure, not pain.

“Please,” Levi begs, his voice cracking. He’s not asking for anything in particular, but you know what he wants.

Gently, you rub your cock against his puffy, sensitive vent. Levi keens, nearly hyperventilating. You take a hold of one of his sweaty hands, “need you to take a deep breath for me, darling,” you stress as you rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb. Levi sobs, frustrated that he’s so close to getting what he wants, and yet you’re making him wait for it. He then closes his eyes, and takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths.

It’s only once he’s calmed down a bit that you slide your cock inside of him. Levi lets out a long, drawn out moan when he’s once again filled up, his sobs slowly subsiding.

“Thanks,” he hums softly, so quiet you nearly can’t hear him at all. You smile, continuing to press yourself into him until your hips are flush against his clammy ones. Levi looks at you dreamily, utterly sedated from having your cock inside of him.

You let out a groan when you’re balls deep; he’s so hot and sticky inside, clenching around you like he’s trying to suck you in further. You’re not sure that you’re going to last long, but Levi isn’t any better off.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Levi starts pissing as soon as you thrust your hips. He must have not gotten all of it out with his first release you think as you both moan simultaneously. The second stream of pee leaving his bladder makes the two of you more wet and sticky than ever before. You’re unable to hold back the erratic, quick thrusts of your hips as you watch him let go for a second time.

Levi’s cocks are thrashing around excitedly, and you bring a hand down to soothe them. He lets out a choked moan when you touch them, his vent twitching and squeezing around you. He’s going to cum soon, and you know you’ll follow right after.

His stream dies down eventually– with a few quick, short spurts leaving his vent before he’s finally done– and then all it takes is a couple more perfectly timed, perfectly angled thrusts for him to cum all over you. His hemipenis throb as cum shoots from their tips onto his stomach and chest. Levi arches his back, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“Gonna cum,” you sigh, so quietly you think Levi might have missed it entirely. But his eyes snap open, looking at you intently,

“Inside, cum inside, fuh-fill me, please,” he begs, wrapping his shaky, sticky legs around your waist.

His begging pulls you over quickly, and you cut him off with a deep moan of his name on your lips. You make sure to press yourself flush against him, pushing your cock as far inside of him as you can manage as you cum, satiating Levi’s need to be filled up.

Fucking him through your orgasm, you only stop when Levi sobs and hiccups. You pull out and try your best to lay next to him within his small bed, ignoring his nasally whine when you leave him empty again.

“Wow,” Levi breathes after a moment, his voice hoarse and strained from how noisy he got.

“Good, huh?” you tease, pulling his limp body into your arms. Levi purrs softly and snuggles into you, noddling his head.

“Well yeah,” he huffs, “I’m the one who suggested it, so uhh obviously it was gonna be good lol!” he snickers. You laugh along with him, still so pleased with how much more confident and comfortable he’s gotten in your relationship.

“Next time I want to try more eggs,” he tells you, and you’re surprised he’s already thinking about a next time.

“We can talk more about “next time,” in a bit,” you suggest, honestly excited for what other ideas he may have, “right now though, I think we should focus on getting cleaned up.” The pee surrounding the two of you has gone cold, and you would much rather be submerged in the welcoming warmth of a nice bath right now.

Levi snorts and nods his head, “yeah, I’m literally so sticky and gross right now,” he peels his thighs apart, revealing how your cum is currently leaking from his vent and mutters, “yuck.”

It takes a bit to get him there, but soon you have Levi in the bath, leaning against you. There’s a comfortable quiet between the two of you, but it doesn’t last long, as Levi soon begins to ramble about his big plans for the next time that you breed him full of your eggs.

#title is a pun on 'they put bugs in him'#cw oviposition #p/iss #cw dacryphilia #sub levi #spice

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ms-scarletwings · 1 year ago

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New (Cursed AF) Invader Zim Headcanon:

Barring the potential for major acute blood loss, Irkens can actually survive a full decapitation.

And I brought substance to make the case with.

Cockroaches, one of the most infamously durable of real life animals, can live for several days, sometimes even weeks without their head. And for the most part, they still even act like normal roaches- crawling about, reacting to touch, standing around, etc. it seems the only reason this eventually catches up to the critter is because no mouth = no way to keep bringing necessary food and water into the body. If that were bypassed, however, it stands to reason the little zombie could thrive just as much as a headed roach.

Almost disturbingly, the head itself can actually last a surprising amount of time solo as well. Experiments with decapitated roaches show that after body separation, roach heads can still move their antennae for hours before succumbing- much longer even if kept refrigerated and supplied with nutrients.

One of the neat things about roach bodies that makes such a feat possible is how their nervous system is set up- simplified ref against what yours looks like below

Now, anyone who has ever said a roach can survive for a while without its brain is not being entirely accurate. Functionally, they actually have two sort-of brains: the main point of nerve centralization is contained in the head, which for the most part is a primary brain responsible for movement coordination, certain technical functions, interpreting stimuli that comes in from the antennae, and more. The second main point of interest in this system is a series of nerve clusters running down the insect’s abdomen known as ganglia (singular: ganglion). These bundles of neurons are not exactly brains in their own right, but they do function as an extended CNS that handles the control over the digestive tract, reacting to stimuli, leg movement, and other more basic bodily functions. These can operate the body on a primitive level after the loss of the main brain, up until thirst/starvation begins to run the wind out of the sails.

You know what sort of creature actually DOES have two entire complete brains? One up top, and an auxiliary backup a little further down?

If you were nodding along and saying “irkens!” Then you would be correct! One peanut and five more days in the bunker for you 🥜 ~

As is obvious to anyone familiar with the show, the PAK is an essential cybernetic addition to Irken biology, holding their gear as well as an entire digital backup of their personality and memories. While it serves many functions to the user, the first and foremost priority of one is to protect the existence of the meaty entity it needs in to carry itself around.

To that end we’ve seen some autonomous acts from time to time with Zim’s close calls. If you recall “Plague of Babies”, he… kind of died for a moment there, caught up in a wave of GIR’s lethally amplified stupidity. In response, his PAK appears to resuscitate him with a quick jolt. The would-be events of “10 Minutes to Doom” emphasize the necessity of the PAK for any Irken’s survival beyond several minutes, which directly implies PAKs facilitate a major biological process their natural bodies are no longer capable of alone. Personally, I think it might be something either neurological or related to respiration, on a hunch.

Well, whatever it is, they are toast without it in swift manner, and the PAK doesn’t prefer to be without its other piece anymore than the body does. Dib’s revelation about the technology described their relationship with its body like that of driver and car, but I think he’s missing something. The PAK is actually more than capable of carrying itself around without the body… at least for a time.

When I think about those things, a little dilemma pops up in my head concerning how they.. well, how they’re powered. It is never explained or demonstrated that they are given time off of the body in order to charge; however, irkens are probably advanced enough to have some smaller and sci-fi wildly potent and small energy source up their sleeves, but actually, that wouldn’t quite make sense here. Because Irken bodies still produce their energy the same way every other lifeform in the known galaxy does, with food. Lots of food, actually. They can mow through snacks at about the same rate as Augustus Gloop. PAKs don’t need to produce their own independent energy source, they just need to efficiently make use of what this organism is already evolutionarily fine tuned to do naturally. Now that’s smart engineering.

And so, like any respectable auxiliary life support feature, they hold some of that energy in a reserve for those crisis moments like in “Plague of Babies”, and also in a deleted scene made for “Abduction”!

Fun trivia fact, but originally that episode was supposed to feature a sequence where Zim nearly game overs again. He takes a gnarly hit and a literal plunge through open flames that knocks him out in a free fall.

Despite his incapacitated state, the PAK extends its spider legs in order to catch a walkway railing, both saving his life and proceeding to keep carrying his limp body to a safer location, until of of course, he comes to about a moment later and carries on.

And neither of these are the only times it’s sprung into action the moment it detects something has gone horribly wrong. When accidentally detached from its own host, an emergency response will be triggered within the PAK in an attempt to reattach with its body. Failing that, it attaches instead to… well, whatever it can find.

In “10 minutes to Doom”, this was unfortunately Dib, an incompatible match (or maybe it just picked an improper attachment site), and in the comics… things got interesting at a point or two.

So, I already know what happens when you separate an Irken from their spinal brain, but what about the cranial one?

Because, they actually don’t seem on the same level of urgent necessity? Now that I think about it?

The time machine kerfuffle and the brain eating parasite escape were both events this guy evidently survived, albeit not comfortably or ideally until the problem was fixed (I have to assume in part with GIR’s or the Computer’s help). Now that I think about it Zim’s incredibly fortunate that most of these more serious mishaps happened inside of his base. But it’s theory time.

So, we do this, to a hypothetical green bug bastard

For fun let’s say, hypothetically again, like the hardy earth roach, he blood clots quickly.

Well, first and foremost, that higher up nervous system blackout is probably going to cue the PAK in to begin the following protocol:

1. Activate an emergency response to quickly access the situation.

2. Immediately scurry the body the hell away from whatever manner of threat just shaved a little too much off the top, engaging in all possible defensive measures if necessary.

3. Devote the entirety of its remaining backup power (of which it would have much more stored within the headless body than if it were itself detached) into making a beeline for the coordinates of the nearest Irken source of assistance. On the homeworld, or any fully colonized planet, this would be a cut and dry matter of finding the nearest theoretical space clinic or whatever those freaks have (maybe those dbz regeneration tanks? Idk that would be cool wouldn’t it?). For the lone invader… home base is the next best alternative, being a secured location with plenty of resources and advanced technology at the ready. I would bet my own head that situations like this are a huge highlight to the prime value of a personal SIR companion.

Now, best case scenario for what this help looks like depends on whether we can save and bring the head along too. Reattachment and repair at that point should be a pretty simple matter at the tech level we are working with, afterall. But that’s again, the ideal case scenario. Could they just… regrow the head eventually? We don’t really have a clear answer on what the limits and capabilities of what the Irken healing factor is, but I want to at least guess that having a personal lab and assistant on hand is going to help. Bare minimum, a solution can get worked out to supply the body with needed blood sugars again to buy more time.

The PAK itself retains a pretty much perfect digital backup of its body’s memories, experiences, and identity, so it’s not like information has been permanently been lost with primary brain damage. Replacing the primary brain entirely might be as easy as backing up your iPhone and downloading everything into some shiny new hardware. Hell, it may not even need be Irken hardware!

Do you know the real disturbing things from “Dark Harvest” NOBODY brings up are???

Why the fuck was an instantaneous organ-swapping device already just something Zim was carrying around in his toolset?

And

Zim’s morphology was horrifically receptive to those dozens of xenographs.

Those human organs were actually beating, pulsing, absolutely redundant and unnecessary in his body, but completely still functional and healthy in the name of selling his act to the school nurse. He didn’t just clumsily cram a bunch of offal into himself, he competently integrated them into his biology and somehow wasn’t suffering like… the tons of complications you’d expect from trying a stunt like that.

And in the comics, there’s this other fella I just adore for how skrangly he looks, and believe it or not, his actual fucking name is Skrang.

He’s a smart guy, though. Don’t be fooled. And I mean like, a smart guy. And it’s all thanks to a little help from a little upgrade he’s been fitted with :)

So, I hope you take all the implications I’ve been building here and make what you will of them. I genuinely think an Irken has a decent chance of making it out of a beheading alive to seek sadistic vengeance another day. Do I think ZIM could do such a thing? Tbh, I think he’d have to rely on GIR to come in clutch, and we may know that’s a complete roll of the dice in any case.

Wow, this got morbid, but, par for the course really.

#invader zim #iz headcanons #iz analysis #irkens #cool bug facts #cockroaches #iz skrang #scarlet talks about things #long post #anyway now I just want the hypothetical where dib reacts to this scenario #cause that would mess me up for a long time #like just picture a fight with your nemesis gone HORRIBLY wrong from some accident #and then dude just shows up the next day in class like… fine but pretty pissed off about the whole thing #and then he jumps over the desk and strangles you when you make bad puns about the whole ordeal #comedy/horror GOLD #HELP ME THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT POST BTW #NOT ANOTHER GD ESSAY #oh boy here i go hyperfixating again

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