Body

Body

Something else I really appreciate about Dib as a character, something I should have brought up ages ago,

He has more reason than any single person in the show to have a completely cynical and outright hateful reaction to aliens, not just for everything Irkens have put him through, but because he has been paranoid about all of the trope-typical conspiratorial hypotheticals about outer worlders as hostile invaders long before he ever confirmed any.

Amazingly and against what you expect, he seldom lets any of this actually express as a blanket bigotry against unfamiliar aliens on first encounter. The Plookesians appear and he’s still just wholly focused with Zim. The Meekrob show up to his place in Zim’s simulation and he’s understandably confused/concerned, but still leans toward trusting their spiel. I like to wonder whether he only reacted to Zim the way he did because of the latter’s obvious attempts to blend in and borderline threaten humans from the moment he opened his mouth, or if it was actually after learning about the Irken empire that he calmed down a bit, realizing there was an entire nuanced galactic ecosystem out there also facing his same problem.

Either way what I’m talking about demonstrated itself most strongly in these panels from the comics.

Thank you Invader Zim fandom wiki I didn’t know that

That time Jhonen Vasquez himself cameo’d into an episode just to immediately choke to death on a goldfish.

Honorable mentions:

“Mom! Dad! I think I’ve broken my spine! My spine…” [Ungodly screeching followed by complete silence]

Lard Nar and Spleenk’s reaction to their ship being on a crash course with planet Earth. Actually lmfao at that one every single time.

Every scene from the chickenfoot episode featuring those fast food workers, from “I want my slaw!” to the country accent goth girl desperately shouting at her manager to stop horking down fries out of the dish water.

The history-making Mortos sequence beginning with Dib and Zim screaming at each other from across an empty street and ending with Dib being obliterated by a projectile sandwhich.

“So- I say, ‘you want some o’dis?’ and she says-! She SAYS right back at me- she says-“

“Who are you and why are you talking to me?”

Etc.

Funniest IZ Moment, Go.

Oh,

to sink down in the tower and weep

as the fury of Her pain rips through my flesh

and the weight of her despair takes me under

and leaves behind my bones

like her false stones, forgotten on the shore.

Would She hear my prayer, or does She sleep

Far beneath the sand and seaward thresh?

Did her sisters tear her forever

asunder

could she be made less alone

if I followed her to be forgotten, another memory deplored?

Oh,

To dunk my head into that reddened stream

and float in the tunnels beyond the bounds

where the lost ones linger, and mutter, and

wallow in their past

and speaking without hearing,

forever stuck in another time.

Would I wallow too, stuck between the world and a dream;

Only by the next new trespasser to be found?

Would I join them to murmur and muse and idle while I rasp

Drinking it, always fearing

made too a prisoner of my mind?

Oh,

To be the offering laid at your feet, willingly or not

Or perhaps the reluctant acolyte breaking the earth.

Should I have been the keeper lapping from your well?

Or would you rather me as the blood within,

carried from the husk between your roots?

As either I’d learn the song of the trees, of bugs and rot.

I would be faithful to the soil, wrought to fill its dearth.

As either I’d know the sights of graves and bloodbells.

Imagine what beauty that’d flourish from the flavor of my sin,

If I joined the whispers beneath my boots.

Oh,

To follow the path that you carved for me,

the one that rounds the hill and leads to your home.

To bow at your throne of tendons and jaws,

and flayed by my welcoming host’s hands;

I’ll be stripped of skin, unwound, unraveled.

Certainly at once in hers I would truly be

as snug as the grub laid to fester in wasp’s comb,

Twsited and formed anew, witnessing with awe

as my fodder inspires someone else’s plans.

What a family I’ll find, down a road untraveled.

Oh,

To pursue you down to your starving center,

to feel the teeth clamp down and crush,

to be your hapless dweller betrayed

and feel the acid’s unforgiving burn.

Just how would your vengeance taste?

“So, so sorry” I may cry, too late to realize what I’ve done wrong.

What if I could be foolish enough to enter

and vivisect you from foundation to truss

and become your cruel traitor repaid,

given the punishment I must deserve?

A vagrant morsel, a hungry house: both wastes.

“Finally again,” we may sigh,

“evermore to someone I belong”

Grandmother’s Garden level loading/area transition screens hit in that some different kinda way I tell you, especially on replays, for their foreshadowing-

Bloodbells gather on their steel arms

scaled feet tacky with old blood

presaging some violence, calamity

taking their seats to wait for

the show to start

if you put your hands to the ground

and go real still, you can feel them

thumping down beneath the dirt

angry

suffocating forever, being drained

It feels like a coat made of leather leaves

it throbs and whispers

vital but not warm

you can feel fluid moving around inside of it

Somewhere there are places where

grass catches water from the sky

and if you run outside with no shoes or socks the ground is gentle and sweet

and nothing is buried there that can’t be talked about

She likes the song of crickets

And the swirling of the flies

And the way the scarlet locusts

Seem to hunger for her eyes

There’s blood beneath her fingernails

And bile on her boots

And a stirring in her stomach

From the singing of the roots

She shares her bed with insects

She sleeps away the light

Pretty soon her skin will blossom

So her veins can drink the night

Stay inside honey

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