#carnis my oc

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Lab Experiment Cow Hybrid + Farmer Reader [Commission]

Request: I’m thinking a farmer reader stumbles upon Carnis hiding in the barn absolutely terrified and [they] have to coax them inside with sweets and get them into a warm bath and untangle and braid their hair and take care of them

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None, Fluff

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It's about that time of the week again. Reserves plenty full as is. 

Jury's hung over whether the dentists in town despise you, or would sooner pat you on the back for your hand at delaying business. To think it all began with you being a pushover. The delight in those little eyes when you relented to the inquisitive nudges driven at your sides, panning off the last few bites of a candy bar you'd been nursing on that entire morning to the pesky bovine in exchange for a piece of mind. 

From that day on, you began noticing an increasing amount of wrappers discarded around your property correlating with frequent visits from the local children. To negate the overfeeding of your animals, or the greater offense of giving them something they shouldn't consume, you organized a section of your front porch for the kids to leave their offerings for you to inspect at hours your hands were free. Extra treats for your livestock, and for yourself when nobody was looking. 

Set up wasn't anything fancy- A tightly sealed bucket propped by the leg of an old rocking chair thrown in by the sellers of the land free of charge. Leaving the treats out in the open left them vulnerable to the grubby hands and teeth of a certain brand of trespasser on your property. With school back in session, you haven't bothered to sort through the cache as often as you during the winter or summer season, but that didn't mean there was any shortage of supply. The last time you checked, you barely managed to lift the container off the ground. Between this and the manual labor, your back is bound to be….

That's strange- 

Ground your weight into your legs in preparation for the heavy load, you lift the bucket from its spot on your porch with surprising ease - the shift in heft immediately clicking in your mind. Upon second examination, you discover one of the latches disjointed from its hinge; fingerprints evident in the sticky residue left behind. Too human to be a raccoon. Too large to be the doing of one of the younger kids. An older kid, or perhaps more shameful the work of an adult- As if you were any better.

“Now who's gone and stolen these kids' candy?” If that's anyone's job, it's yours. Couldn't have been too long ago. The container was stuffed to the brim the last time you dug through it not even two nights ago. With the freshness of the stains, there was a small chance they were still on your farm. If they were willing to take candy, there's no letting what else those sticky fingers might latch onto. 

Fortune being on your side, it didn't take long to spot the first clue. Descending the short flight of steps, foil crinkles beneath the bottom of your work boots. Peeling it from your heel, the fond memory of that sweet girl just down the road offering up her favorite chocolate to her favorite cow comes to mind. You make a mental note to remember the brand the next time you head to the store as you pocket the wrapper. 

Following in its wake, strips of torn packaging battle the evening wind - wedged snuggly betwixt the branches of a brush right outside your home. The next you locate beneath the wheel of your truck. More and more pop up in places you'd be last to check. Beneath the leg of a chair left out for guests. Inside a wheelbarrow with a hind wheel you've yet to fix- Parked centimeters away from the slightly ajar door of the barn. Your barn. 

In all your years as a rancher, you never left that door open. Too high a risk of the livestock wandering in and starting a fuss when you allowed them to roam free. Between their feed and the delicate machinery inside, it wasn't the safest place to leave them- Or anyone for that matter.

“Hello?!”

Prying the door open, your voice echoes in conjunction with the cry of its rusted joints. Silence is a common acquaintance within the four walls of that old barn. You'd trade that familiar friend for any inkling sound as you tentatively cross the threshold inside.

“Is anyone in here?! If you're the one who stole all that candy, I'm not mad! It's not safe for you to be in here!”

Though you were a little peeved, they didn't need to know that. It wasn't the end of the world either way I'd the rest of your belongings were untouched. 

The affirmation of your placidity towards the theft stirs something hidden under the blanket of shadows shrouding the interior of the barn. A whimper - coupled with the shuffling of feet from what you can decipher. 

“You… D-do you promise you're not mad?” 

That voice.. You can't recall a single one in town quite like it. How can a voice that hoarse and scratchy sound so…meek? Timid even. Edging on the tips of your toes, you peer around the wall of hay bales separating you - scrunching your brows as your eyes adjust to the darkness. 

“It's just candy. Easy to replace. Can't say the same for all the equipment around you, so why don't you come out?”

A hand slinks shyly into your feeding vision - shriveling back with the slightest movement on your part. What looks to be the tip of a bull's horn darts away out the corner of your eye - strangled moans and sniffles sounding from the abyss. 

“S-safe… I don't k-know… Don't know if it's safe to come out. Too s-soon… Afraid they'll find m-me.. Afraid you'll…” 

The voice hiccups - breathes spiking in intake as it curls in on itself. 

“Hey, Hey! Don't cry!” Your shout only startles the voice more, shaking as it babbles out-

“S-sorry… I was just so h-hungry… ‘m sorry… I know I'm b-bad for stealing, but please- Please don't m-make me go away… I'm sorry…”

Digging through your pocket, you fish out the crumpled wrapper, waving it in the air. 

“This is your doing from what I understand….”

The voice croaks, “y…yes…”

“If you come out, you can have another. It's not stealing if I give it to you. I just want to talk to you.”

No response. You start to question if they've dissipated into thin air until-

“You don't t-think?... You don't think I'm bad?”

“I don't know enough about you to have any opinion on you, but if someone's stealing because they're starving - they aren't the worst person in the world.”

Your eyes follow the upwards trajectory of the subtle outline of a figure as they stand - your head leant back in consideration of their full height. A leg sprouts from behind the hair - At first glance, it's tricky to render the layers of dirt caked onto their skin from the inch thick, dotted line sprawled up the length of their calf; disappearing beyond the skirt of their tattered medical gown. As their second foot enters your sight, a dangling cord catches your guard - swishing freely against the soil floor. Fuzzy, a large tuft of fur bristled at its end. 

It's a tail.

The person, if you can even call them that, avoids your curious gaze as your eyes shoot up to the horns atop their head. Through that thick head of hair, you can faintly see tears clinging for dear life to their lashes. You don't need to tell them what they've probably already heard. Not now anyway. You've extended your olive branch, best to leave questions for later. 

“Guess you weren't stealing at all to begin with. That bucket of candy was for the cows anyway.” 

Even in the gloom of the desolate barn, you can see the shine in their eyes. 

-

“So… Carnis? Is that your name?”

Suckling the same piece of caramel they picked out from your treasure trove of sweets, the cow bows their head in a nod.

“name… It's the one I p-picked out…my name… So, it's mine, right?” 

“Pretty sure that's how that works. Carnis, my name is Y/n.” 

“Y/n.” The hybrid’s ears hang rested at either side of his head. “That's a n-nice name. Pretty… O-or whatever works best for you. Nice to m-meet you… Y/n.”

“It's nice to meet you too, Carnis. Now that we're well acquainted and on the fast track at becoming friends, don't you think it's about time for you to get in the tub?”

“n…no?”

The blanket you gave him is better off as a wash rag for your car at this rate. It'll take a lot of elbow grease to get that filth out. Fortunately, it should come out far easier on human- cow skin, but you won't be able to find out with their reluctance on stepping foot in your bathroom. 

“I don't… like bathing. It h-hurts… My.. my.. caretakers scrubbed too hard. The water was too c-cool too….”

Their skin crawls at the recollection. It'd be cruel of you to laugh at what seems to be a trigger of some kind for them, but the disbelief at it all as you befuddled. 

“Too cold? Is that what you're scared of? Radiator needs to be fixed more often than I'd like, but I assure you the water is just fine at the moment. Here, take my hand. I'll show you.”

You've been kind so far. Given him food, a soft blanket. It isn't too soon to trust you, is it? Too risky…

“O-okay…”

Trailing behind you, you guide Carnis into the bathroom and over to the tub. The walls are white. That same porcelain shell they're all too familiar with, but - that's something more. A hairbrush. An assortment of dental products; crisp scent of toothpaste still evident in the sink. Shower currents fitted to your personal tastes. It wasn't just another bath. 

It was a home.

“H-hot!”

The cow rips their hand away as if they've just touched a hot stove. 

“Oh, I'm sorry- Too hot for you? We can let it cool while I get you something proper to ea-”

“It's okay!” Not realizing the volume of their voice, the hybrid slaps a hand over their mouth, whispering in a softer tone. “Just.. w-wasn't expecting that. It feels.. good. Can you… turn around?”

“Of course. I only intended on helping you with your hair. You've got so much, it'd be a shame to lose it if you aren't ready to part with it.”

His hair? The thought trickles from Carnis’ mind as the steam from the bath calls out to him, beckoning them in. They nearly forgot to remove their undergarments in the process, peeling them off at the last seconds before diving in. 

The wave of relief hits them like a bulldozer. They doubt they'd feel the pain of an event of that caliber in this state. The heat of the water envelopes them, blankets them in a perfect state of being. If the world ended right then and there, they would almost be okay with it.

“Carnis?”

A voice as welcoming as the water bubbling around them prevents them from accepting that fate.

“Carnis?”

Their eyes feel heavy. They haven't gotten a fair night of sleep since they escaped. When have they ever?

“Carnis.”

Just a few more seconds. Just let them dream…

“Carnis!”

“Wah!”

Water rains down on you as they flail about. It wasn't just a dream. They're in a bathtub. Inside a house. A nice house, owned by a nice human.

“S-sorry! Didn't mean too-”

“It's alright, these are my work clothes anyway. I'll take a quick shower once I'm done with you.”

Something ticks in their chest. Why waste more precious hot water separately when you could bathe with them?”

“Your hair is really matted, Carnis. I'm gonna try to wash it out and see what we can salvage. Is that okay with you?”

You haven't given them any reason not to trust you yet- “Mm…mmh..” 

“Now, just relax. I'm going to take care of you. This might sting a little because it's going directly on your scalp.”

Carnis has experienced worse than a little warm water- They barely flinch as you collect water in a small cup, bridging your palm at their forehead to prevent any from spilling into their eyes. A satisfied hum gurgles from the depths as Carnis sinks against the back of the tub. It didn't hurt much. Didn't hurt at all. It was the best thing they'd felt in a long time.

“You like that do you? Let's see how you like this-” Opening the bottle of shampoo, you pray you'll have enough as you lather your hands in the solution - working your fingers through their tangled mop of hair down to the roots. Purrs vibrate the water as you carefully scratch at their scalp - twitching ears flicking suds straight in the direction of your eyes.

“Carnis!” Shutting your eyes before the damage could be done, you can't fight the laughter this time around. “I can't wash your hair for you if I'm blind!” 

A garbled, “Sssorrrry”, is their best rendition of an apology. 

It wasn't easy. The workout your poor fingers received combing through that rat's nest surpassed the typical exertion working a day out on the field. Two even. You managed to locate the remainder of candy wrappers bits missing from the scraps you found outside. Not wanting to be total deaf weight, Carnis washes the rest of their body as you focus on their hair - falling beneath the spell of your magical fingers more often than not. 

At the end of several grueling hours, you throw your exhausted hands through the final ring of labor as you weave their mid-back length hair into a braid for ease, sitting on the toilet lid to relieve your aching knees and back of the strain from your awkward position at the side of the tub.

“What do you think?”

Carnis staring longing at himself in the mirror, tracing their fingers over your finished work. “Pretty… I'm… w..wait… Can b-boys be.. pretty?” 

“Don't see why they can't be.” A firm hand to their back straightens him like a pole. You stifle another giggle. “You're welcome to stay as long as you want. You don't have to start today, or tomorrow, but I would appreciate some help around the farm as long as you stick around. I'll go whip us up some real food to eat. Hope you're not too full on sweets.”

Your departure is immediate, yet Carnis finds himself gazing fondly at the carpet where you stood. They can stay… That means, your home is now his. And you… Where was a person like you sooner in their life? They were a complete stranger just a few hours ago, and you welcomed them into your home, your life with open arms.

Carnis doesn't know what he did to deserve a person like you, but they'll do anything to protect you. 

You, and their new home. 

[heartfullofleeches]

Baby! The blush on their cheeks makes them look so squishy- Adorable, amazing work, chief. Thank you so much for drawing them!! ❤️🐄

@heartfullofleeches wanted to draw Carnis as they are so cute

[gojinka]

[yumkandie]

carnie wants MEAT !!

cringetober day 16 - oc x canon

[2022]

[linedwithmorecedar]

half coloured sketch page + new Hypnos design because he wasn't tired and traumatised-looking enough

The super sonic looking mf (/aff) belongs to @a-paper-fan15

[clownybun]

made a new moodboard of moi 💕✨🎠

[maplesickle]

I updated my Vita Carnis OC, Mimi to Elder Mimic status.

She still retains a majority of her hunting methods except for the luring humans into isolated areas with a humanoid appearance but she is experimenting more beyond mimicking the sounds of a crying woman. Sometimes it'll be a baby crying or she'll knock on people's doors in the dead of night asking for help in a scared voice, she'll even mimic a police officer but other than that she mostly sticks to what worked before. She will only move territories if hunting stops being fruitful.

She doesn't actually have breast anymore by the way, its just how her body looks once it hardened due to how she grew and adapted prior to being an elder mimic.

[bunlyn001]

art dump !! wips and doodles thats all <3

[caffeinatedcarny]

tentatively posting this to see what the reception is like to my more risque artwork ^^" if it goes well, i may put my nsfw side blog to actual use (Viibe is my nonbinary ponysona, and uses They/Them) Please do not use or repost without my explicit consent<3

[goatpaste]

🖍️ That little Leminade feller, or however you spell their name. Dunno anything about them other than what they look like, but they're cute as shit, and I'm all about that, honestly. Just a lil Thang, a small Creechur-Beest.

Lemin!!!! my sweetie pie Lemin ^w^

she wanna go to the carnival, she wanna go play ring toss!!

[starcloud-nova]

here’s another sachi by carny 🙏 @gatored i love you carny

[heartfullofleeches]

How long would car is last if darling kept calling them " pretty baby " or " cutie pie "?

Mmm about five or ten minutes give or take. The only "compliments" given to Carnis in the lab were regards to their test scores and rate of regeneration. They don't know how to feel when someone is admiring them as a person. He smiles and blushes until his face is sore- Self confidence is a foreign subject to Carnis, but if you're giving it to them they want you to have plenty of it too-

"Cutie? I'm not cute... not...not as cute as you are, a-anyway. You're really cute... I.... We're c-cute together. I like the s-sound of that. Do you?"

[birdcanart]

NOOOO dont turn me into a tranparent png!!!

[gojinka]

WHAT IF KINGYOTO WAS AN INKLING? 🥹 WHAT WOULD HE LOOK LIKE? (/not forced)

Yeah sure why not him too.

[sotogalmo]

5 — 6:13

Guys. I'm so crazy for this- but have this drawing I did in school

Tagging @zerostyrant & @dannybobany in this cuz this now my first VC post. Oh wowa (and besides,, papa (zen) had like. Info dumped me about this part of the series-!! While my brother Dan was the first one to bring it to my attention!! So!! ,, yeah. Felt like I needed to tag them in this)

Anyways. Yeah!! This is like. My prince.... Design. To which I will explain!!! I know what I'm doing-!!! I swear (tho this could just be an oc at the end)

The main inspo was honestly.. the idea of "White Death", which is just the Cold but I've connected that with sleepiness -> sloth = sleeping princess ~ Margarita Blankenheim — white is taken in the 'flavour' way I would think. Like Vanilla! And it's also taken as in the sea, but most importantly as sea foam (I'll explain that later).

This design was honestly started by the fact that I could never stop thinking of the prince with the song of The Gift From The Princess Who Brought Sleep... So. This came to life

But I also tried to add a small small bit of a "scientist" look to him because who knows what the creatures in the story book pages actually reference too (that being the Carnis, or people)

I have like other notes, but they don't appear in the design which. :((, but it's fine. I like this no matter what!! ; notes being about the "saviour" part because of the monoliths moving to an island where they form a circle. Another note was about a slight inspo from The Green Ribbon Neck Girl!

But anyways, back to the foam part to which will explain why his eyes look like that-!

Yes, I wanted him to at least be- weird? If that makes sense and came across??? ... The foam part, has four words under it, that deals with the cult— *dull. *Blind. *White. *""Pure"" /I think that's also where some of the frilly cuffs came from... To deceive you. Also to deal with the water, and how he washed up to an island. Sea foam!

But!! There is also something his gloved hand is hiding-! Which is another part where I kinda took part of Margarita's design from. A flower on his chest;

^ "God's Vortex", is what I named it. A layered flower, with dots at the end parts of the petals, a dark center and "“vein”" like hidden parts in said petals. Just to be uncanny, and weird— since he is connected to what has happened.

-the flower is the only one of its kind. And that's the point- in a weird way, the flower can also somewhat mimic the symbol of the cult.

But it also mimics the Singularity with its color!

It's tied to the cause (prince), to the ongoing terror (cult) and to the offspring (carnis).

Ywah. Uhm. Yeah this is just it. Take this guy and my autism dump about the symbolism and such- <- I'm crazy

[cariciapadre]

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