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You are what you eat: Mimic Edition!

(Close ups below the cut)

Those are draft and the close ups! This piece took so much time ;-; and I’m so proud of how it came out :DD getting this out before finale is so tiring holy smokes

Couldn’t fit all the cookies in since the poster was a spontaneous thing, but I like how the cookies turned out!! Looking very edible >:)

Jimmy’s head is lopsided purposely bc Grian likes to mess with him that way.

Here’s Skizz (and Cleo!) blocked by Grian’s arm btw:

I’ve got some Easter eggs in there, tell me if you can spot any of them!!!!

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WIZARD GEM

(except its her student days)

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Osmosis (part 2 of this comic )

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Lifers but they just killed for the first time

haha its not like i've been keeping this for 6 months and decided to finally post it here noo

Anw enjoy this little art i made! Or not! :D

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Winner Pov (it literally means I had faith)

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Click on it twice. These are your two super powers.

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MAKE IT WILD

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ACKKKK

sleepy toothless

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He was indeed fast and furious.

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Anyways, im very sure I failed this semester.

Dont you just love it when youre just so sure of something its freeing

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Dont you just love it when youre just so sure of something its freeing

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One last meeting before the end 🎲

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Dude we gotta do @prest0allay 's idea

JUST LOOK AT IT

We got cool celestial symbolism with the comet, and it ain't that hard to draw for the fanartists and animators

AND we also got the rhyme going again with Stars, Mars and now...CARS

In other words...

Comet for fanartists, lore folk and to match

But upon closer look..

It was the car the whole time.

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Okay I hear everyone's "Just do celestial bodies for all previous victors and let Joel be a car."

but consider: Instead we change the victors' symbolism to all be vehicles to match Joel.

I'll make the first suggestion: Cleo is a unicycle

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Some c! (character!) headcanons I brought to life for my semester finals.

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they do the bamboozle

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Grian had done all the right things, pulled all the right strings.

One goal in mind.

Bring them back.

The watchers, the Gods already disliked him.

This would mean nothing, it's his server, his rules!

It took a bit of fiddling.

Cleo had the power, and Cleo did not like him, but Gem did! And she let him talk to Mumbo and Skizz.

They looked rotten. It hurt.

But it's ok. They were back. It was them.

« I loved you guys so much I concocted this whole scheme just to have you back! »

He said that with the biggest smile he could manage.

They were back. They were his again.

He couldn't let them go.

He had them for five minutes.

Five minutes he could look at their faces again.

Five minutes they smiled at him again.

Five minutes they were his, for no one to take away.

It hurt when the time was up. When they died- when he killed them (again. Because it had been all his fault. It had always been his fault. They'd said so themselves. The tower he built for them had only brought them despair.)

It hurt when they had to go back to their master.

Minions, they'd become.

It was the best he could do for them.

« Cleo said I could be your zombie again! »

When Mumbo said that, Grian was ecstatic.

He didn't believe it- not really. He knew better than to think Cleo would let him have Mumbo back.

But Mumbo wouldn't lie to him, would he?

He got to hold his face again.

Mangled. Dirty.

But his mustache was still there. His blue eyes were there, glassy and pale but Mumbo's.

They were the last thing he saw, as he sank into the river, a wound caused by Mumbo's axe in his back.

He heard a faint « I lied, I'm sorry! »

But it didn't matter.

« That traitor…! »

Grian had done all the right things, pulled all the right strings.

With only one goal in mind.

And they'd betrayed him. Turned their backs on him.

But they'd forgotten something.

He was the one who held the strings.

He was the one who brought them back, the one who could send them away again.

Messages flooded the chat.

Many, many messages- achievements, deaths…

One repeated over and over

[Mumbo was slain by Grian]

[Mumbo was slain by Grian]

[Mumbo was slain by Grian]

Sometimes with little differences.

[Mumbo was shot by Grian]

He didn't know what was happening to his mind.

« I WILL SLAUGHTER EVERY ONE OF YOU! »

The ringmaster had snapped.

The ringmaster was gone.

« End of the session for you. »

Purple hues floated around his arrow as it sank into the other's chest.

The feathers, his feathers were the last thing Mumbo saw.

Once a bright red, now taken over by a deep purple.