His favorite foods are sandwiches and Irken fundip
His favorite color is purple
He vents to strangers like he’s known them for years
He has the power to hypnotize people with his acne
The first thing he did after being born was hug a robot arm
His first three words were, “I love you”
He promised the moon to Gir
He finds technology and quirky gadgets “neat”
He likes moose (meese… moosen?)
Prisoner 777 made him a small, purple, moose, death machine knowing he’d like it.
He can easily become emotionally attached to objects, especially if they show some form of sentience (Ex: Robot arm, Gir, Minimoose, Squidgyblit).
There are times when he just wants someone to talk to. While he treats Gir like a companion, he can’t exactly have any real conversations with him.
He does NOT like to be ignored. Do not ignore the ZIM!
He looks great in hats
He’s actually a really good speaker and is great at motivating (manipulating) people to do what he wants (now Voting of the Doomed makes sense… he is a good politician!)
While small, he still has a demanding enough presence to immediately assert himself as leader among a group if he has to work with others. In a way, he does have what it takes to be a leader, but his obvious flaws impede him from being successful at most things.
His tenacity is derived from his need to constantly prove how great he really is, both to everyone (especially the Tallest), and himself.
His speech pattern is rather sophisticated most of the time, and the dramatic use of his lexicon is fairly impressive *sips tea*. He acts formal in front of the Tallests, but he’s more relaxed when hanging out with Gir.
He’s really patient with Gir and would do what it takes to keep him from getting upset, even if it means eating soapy waffles. This, however, is dependent on his level of frustration.
He’s a really nervous, loud, impulsive, proud, clever, small, tenacious space bug that yearns for positive feedback and attention from a world that could care less about him unless he poses a threat
Speaking of which, it is also evident that he craves affection, preferably from the Tallest (which is why he thinks they actually care about him). He wants all of Irk to love and praise him, and he seeks this attention by being the best at destroying stuff.
Even after all this time, he can still make you smile.
Rodimus fucked up with Overlord, then he continued to fuck up by letting Drift take the blame. He couldn’t do it, Roddy just couldn’t face the anger and hatred Drift might have felt toward him, so he assumed the worse and never went looking, even after he finally took responsibility.
Drift had every right to tell Rodimus to take a hike in that scene, but he didn’t. Drift knows what it’s like to be so buried in your fears that all objectivity goes out the window. No, Drift was just happy that his friend wanted him back, he was thrilled that Rodimus was trying to be completely honest with him, without his usual posturing BS.
Platonically, romantically, in whatever way - Drift loves that red and yellow ostentatious lightning-bolted screw up of a co-captain with all his reformed decepticony heart. A couple of years of self imposed exile did nothing to change that.
The two long lost friends had a perfect moment of understand/forgiveness and it was beautiful.
[image: Panel from mtmte #12. In the background, Chromedome is hugging Whirl, who is leaning away from the hug and incidentally holding two enormous glowing jumper cables. Whirl: “Okay, enough with the hugging.” In the foreground, Tailgate is pouring out an Energon offering, which glows green.]
I did not so much miss this one as naively assumed that there might be Energon types, a la bloodtypes/sparktypes and they’d be different colors.