To be honest, it just looks too clean, and colors look a little too pastel. I kind of liked the rough and sharp style that the tv show had, the new style just isn’t my cup of tea and I’m willing to talk about it to anyone who agrees with me
basically I wanted to do the obsession scene but with Nny and Devi where Nikki has a breakdown in the restaurant but instead of Nikki it would be Nny , just a random thought lol
Dib goes to Skool, on Zim's ass as usual. He watch Zim from a distance, silently spectating his human-blending behavior. Zim is seen panicking for some particular reason, sweat droplets run down his head as he quivers with fear. Interrupting Dib's staring, Gaz tugs on his sleeve,
"C'mon, Dib; you're gonna be late." Distracted by Gaz, Dib heads to class. Ms. Bitters is giving out a lesson, as usual. Dib's eyes follow Zim yet again, noticing his erratic, anxious flailing.
"What's wrong ZIM?? Are your ALIEN SENSES overwhelming ya????" Dib mocked. "SILENCE!! It is none of your business, stinky earth-monkey."
"I'll expose you, I will. Today's the day, Zim."
Zim's vision begins to blur; his gloves are soaked in the sweat of his palms... his anxiety overrides his mind. Zim watches the clock closely, waiting for class to be over. Dib finds this all very suspicious, he darkens his eyes as he stares Zim down, which greatly heightens the Alien's anxiety. The bell rings and lunch begin. Zim snatches Dib by his arm and brings him to a more secluded place in the Skool.
"Stink-Dib, do me a favor."
Dib sighs with agitation, "I'm not helping you, but I'll listen; what do you want?"
"They're starting to notice, Dib."
Dib yells with excitement, "THAT'S A GREAT THING!! I CAN FINALLY EXPOSE-" Zim clasps Dib's mouth with his gloved hand.
"I need your skin."
Confused, Dib shakes his head, "Wait— what? I'm not letting you do that."
"We could've done this the easy way, Dib."
Zim swiftly pulls out a device and pierces Dib's neck with it. Dib's vision begins to blur, passing out, he unconsciously lies on Zim's arm. Zim sneaks his way out of Skool, and no one questioned his absence. Dib wakes up in his base, trapped in some sort of containment, grunting as he struggles to escape with no avail.
Zim grins with malicious intent, "I figured that it'd be better to keep you alive in the process so that I can take in the satisfying sound of your bloodcurdling screams, Dib.”
“You won’t get away with this-!” cried Dib, droplets run down from his tear ducts as he seethes in rage. Dib’s laments end abruptly as Zim activates his PAK, the sharp, metallic limbs of the tech lunging for him. The points of the PAK’s limbs tore Dib’s shirt open to prepare for the organ harvesting. Slowly, and agonizingly, Dib’s torso is slit, tearing his muscles and internal organs from inside of him. Dib lets out an agonizing screech, his brain pumping his body with adrenaline. Zim takes out the boy’s organs one by one while laughing maniacally,
“WHAT’S THE MATTER DIB!? ENJOYING YOUR SWEET, BLESSED END!?”
Dib gasps, unable to form a sentence, blood leaks from his open torso, his heart beats rapidly as the PAK proceeded to mutilate his body. His intestines and various other organs fall out on their own. Due to the shock, Dib’s life is taken away, and he rests forever with his body in containment, all that remains is his head, and both the muscles and bones of his body.
Zim scrunches his face in disappointment, “Oh, he died early. WELP! Time to harvest the rest of his tissue.”
He continues to strip Dib of his internal body parts, until all that’s left is his skin, eyes, and hair.
“You were a great pawn Dib, but sadly now I have to take your foolish place.”
Zim used Dib’s skin as his suit, then fixed his clothes and layered them on top of him. “Now I am the perfect human being.” Thought Zim Dib.
My mom was showing me a post from my grandparent's facebook and they put their photos through ai to make themselves "studio ghibli" style. this pissed me off in so many levels because they could've just asked me to draw them? it's also insanely disrespectful, knowing you have a LITERAL ARTIST in your family, yet you still chose that crap. I was damn upset that day while my parents were confused onto why i was mad.