Invader Zim Dib Fanart
Dib had placed a gash in Zim's forehead with a well-timed swipe of a rock. Dibâs chest heaved with pride because he was the one who made Zimâs rich pink blood flow down his temple, fall, and splash on his own face. Zimâs eyes were wild; he was virtually shivering with excitement, but Dib had no idea why. Maybe he'd murder him and be done with it, maybe he'd kiss him and drag him right here on the lawn, maybe he'd knock him out and tie him to an observation table so he could watch him decay right in front of him. That would be thrilling, wouldn't it? Zimâs grin was filled with too many teeth, too sharp, and too much blood. Dib was frigid, but Zim was hot, scorching and searing, and Dib believed he would kiss him. He debated kneeing him in the chest, headbutting and taking his chances against the PAK leg cage, pulling Zim's wig off and plucking out his antenna.
Zim And Dib Fanart
Pilot Dib Fanart
All of this is wrapped around the poorest lady he has ever seen in his life, and he has seen some very, very poor people in his time. Poor not just in money, but also in âoh you poor thing!â This person has been robbed blind. This is someone who held themselves as if they were expecting the lash, a browbeating, or severe, violent, and quick punishment.
And here is Zik, who, like his parents, Zim and Tak, is irken. His personality is a mash-up of his parents' traits, haughty and self-assured. Zik was born and reared on Earth (together with his younger sister Nyx), therefore he was never exposed to his parents' home world (Irk).
The Samadhi Fire Guardians are here!! I'd had this concept for a long, and I'm pleased I finally got the desire to make it a reality. The Traffic Light Trio each has at least one ring that they keep an eye on and defend. If they can't manage a battle on their own, they'll have to employ the rings' Fire. It's critical that they maintain all of the rings separate at all costs, but what if someone went looking for their power? ...
