#mothdib

DIB. RUT. NOW.

Haven’t posted this yet  and I know people have done the idea already but aa here ya go another MothDib au pfpfff

Basically Dib needs the glasses not bcause he can’t see, but ‘cause they’re designed to hide the shine when his eyes do the Mothman Glare Thing™

More of my Mothdib. I love drawing him ahhh

I kinda imagine Gaz trying to help him

(Going with the human Zim one for this one)

Dib’s breath smelled mostly of raw meat, warm and wet against Zim’s face as he tilted his head a little.

“I need them to eat,” the collar intoned as Zim’s fingers curled around the right fang. His fingertips barely touched, it was so large, and that fact sent a shiver up his spine. Such a powerful creature, obediently letting Zim check him over when he asked.

He’d given an excuse, but mostly he just liked looking at Dib’s teeth. They weren’t pearly-white or anything. In fact, they leaned a little closer to yellow, but they were razor-sharp- Zim knew if he was pressing any harder than he was now, they’d be carving a line of blood through his hand.

“They do help you do that, don’t they?” Zim said, pulling his hand back, damp from the saliva in Dib’s mouth. “I’m going to go check the traps, see if we caught anything for dinner.”

“Man, rabbits are dumb. You’d think they’d learn this place is a death trap, between your experiments and your appetite.”

“And yours.” Zim nudged Dib with his elbow. “You eat like a third of my perfectly good specimens. It’s like you want me to starve.”

“I do not. They’re good snacks!” Dib defended, before yawning, tongue rolling out of his mouth before he smacked his lips. He looked down at Zim who was staring with a dopey grin on his face and smirked back, ‘lightly’ hitting the human and driving him a few stumbling steps back in the process. “You’re so predictable.”

“I am not! Zim is an enigma for all times, I just happen to think your mouth is neat!” Zim declared, two seconds before his brain caught up to his mouth. He spun on his heels and started marching towards the house to avoid having to say anything else embarrassing. Dib snickered as he followed behind him, waiting until Zim almost made it up to the front door before grabbing him and pinning him to the ground, giving his face a few sloppy licks as the collar beeped.

“Gotchya.”

Yuki Yuki

Zim

Moth dib

Some of these are vent stuff

lol i feel like everyone has designed their own mothdib at some point well here’s mine

im ..very very tired lol enjoy i’ll probably draw more of him