#mimic vita carnis

[sushidoodles]

Hey guys, there’s something in my house. 

[mothmanussy]

Me looking at the fish in the aquarium

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

Hey pookie I'm outside your bedroom window and I can see you're playing dead by daylight without me :((((

guuuys I've been so busy recently with this portfolio course and I'm so sorry art has been so sparse especially when I started this in early September I've been trying to get into the flow of coursework - personal work but I actually managed to get this finished ,🥲 I hope yous forgive me for being MIA but I've been having a great time at college and made some good friends already :3

Anyways here's an alt version without the whole pressing against the window thing

[cofa-art]

Baby mimic

looks a little too big for what I was going for

Oops

Also, unrelated, do young mimics have a tail?

[nineinch-nailgun]

I'm so sorry mimic enjoyers I got caught up in my ultrakill brainrot and forgot about yall.

for the sake of keeping everything together I'm going to re-upload the stuff I've already written on quotev first so this is just the first chapter lol.

Weird Pet pt. 1

You'd never really been one to worry too much about mimics or any of the vita carnis. You lived in a remote area, it's not like you get a ton of human flesh eating monsters at your door everyday. 

Well. That was until you saw the absolutely massive fleshy prick standing dead center of your bedroom, in the middle of trying to fold his arm up so he could get under your bed and wait to kill you in your sleep.

Naturally, this scares the shit out of you, and him as well. He wasn't expecting to be caught red-handed, or for you to stare at him that way. He didn't really seem to know what to do, until you took off running, that is. You sprinted off down your hall, adrenaline forcing your body forward as fast as your legs could carry you. You had to think fast, he was barreling after you, his gangly legs having little to no coordination, resulting in him slamming againsta wall or two. As you ran into the living room you thought quickly, grabbing the nearest object- a lamp- and smashing against the mimic's head. 

He was dazed momentarily, stumbling back and making a strange sound similar to a whine and a growl. He regained himself, stumbling after you and lunging around to try and get to you. You didn't even know how you were still on your feet, you'd managed to jerk away from him to this point, you needed a plan. Slowly, an idea formulated in your head. You moved quickly, stumbling out of the living room to the stairs, he chased you down into your basement, lunging as far as he could to reach you- only missing you by a little and slamming right into the bottom step. He scorpioned over the last step, his legs flying over his head. Part of you felt bad, he seemed kinda shitty at this whole 'chase and kill' thing. Although your empathy made it difficult, you decided to use this to your advantage.

You rush past him as he tried to scramble back up, he looked at you with a weird slackjawed look, he raced up the stairs after you, only to get a face full of door. You slammed the door and locked it shut, hearing a loud thud against it, accompanied by a sliding sound. You backed away, hearing the sound of ragged breathing, and then a frustrated grunt from the now imprisoned mimic.

A day had gone by since you'd captured the mimic, and you hadn't let it out, or called anyone.. your initial plan was to let it starve in your basement, but that just seemed cruel at this point. So you did some research on what tastes like human flesh (which made you absolutely certain you'd wind up on a government watch list) and found that ham was pretty close to human meat. "OK, so I'll just get him some ham... yeah... feed the mimic." you muttered out loud, debating with yourself over whether or not you actually should go and get food for the freaky fucker in your basement. Eventually you gave in, closing your front door behind you to go to the local convenience store. 

When you got home a pit had grown in your stomach, if you decided to take care of the mimic, you might get attached. So when it decides to eat you it won't just hurt physically but also emotionally. Whatever, feed it anyways. You take the ham, wrapped in plastic towards your basement door, unwrapping it so he wouldn't choke, and then staring at the door for roughly 2 minutes, still arguing with yourself over whether or not even opening the door was a good idea. Slowly, you twisted the door know, you couldn't see where he was- but you could hear him breathing. You threw the ham in and quickly slammed the door shut. You stayed there for a moment, wondering if he'd come and investigate or not. You heard some shuffling, but that was it.

[i3atbabyz]

This is a drawing of my dog, Rocky <3

[leftloverdragon]

Hi I remember that one drawing I did of the mimic from Vita carnis and how I actually hated the way it turned out so I decided I wanted to try redrawing the mimic again. Hope you like it.

[ardenchambres]

Back in my slut era…

why am I like this.

[tobacoda]

Had too much fun making this :D

[inkykz]

Vita carnis fanart!!!

Link to his YouTube Channel:

[chaselocalyanderefan]

Drawing Internet Horror Characters for a Year

Day 133-134

Zardy and Mimic (Vita Carnis)

[sushidoodles]

Elder mimic says trans rights.

I really like the idea that creatures that hate humanity, have a bit of extra hatred for those who put down there own kind. Like, “I hate you, but that guys an asshole so I’m going to kill him first :)”

[eagledrawsandvibes]

Me when I’m in my enclosure after being silly (I ate four children and a mother)

[giulliadella]

So yeah, I'm drawing Vita Carnis shitposts now. Holy hell, why do I do this to myself.

[nineinch-nailgun]

I fucked this up so I ahd to reedit it AUGH

Weird pet pt 3

So, it's been a month now and you still have that thing in your basement. Lord knows why you haven't set it free or called the cops but it's too late now. The mimic you have locked in your basement had proven to be... kind of stupid. Maybe it was young and an inexperienced hunter but everytime you went down to feed and water it, he would just stare. No attempt to attack or chase, just stare. His eyes were piercing like a Phineas Gaige flagpole. He was patient too, if you considered foaming at the corners of the mouth while watching someone come down the stares with raw ham patient, that is.

Tonight is special, well not really. You got a raise recently at your dead-end job and thought you'd use your first extra hundred to get something extra for the massive beast that lived in your house rent free. As you sauntered down the steps you could practically hear the drops of slobber that plopped on the ground. He stood at his full obnoxious height- roughly around 7ft. He stared intensely as you got to the last step and place the food down on the 'meal towel', as you called it. You always made sure to take off the shitty plastic wrap- and you poured the water into the large bowl you'd gotten him. He honestly lived like an animal- but he didn't seem to mind too much. Compared to other mimics this could be considered the life of luxury, he gets to sleep and eat all day. No hunting, no running from human groups that want to kill him, no need to find shelter, and best of all it comes at no cost to him. He's practically spoiled, and wouldn't last a day out in the wild. You backed away from him and watched as he threw himself at the ham, devouring it like he'd not eaten ever in his entire life. He got to have more than just one tonight, and it was a little more expensive- and given how he ripped at it he seemed to think it tasted better too.

You suddenly remembered some of the things you'd left in your car from him, and decided to go and get them. You quickly drove yourself up the stairs, closing the basement door behind you. You got outside and opened the back of your car. Comforters and pillows. Your poor... beast mimic pet thing had to sleep on the cold hard floor while you learned to be more comfy with him. Now you'd went out and got him some nice cushions so he could maybe feel more at home- how domestic! You carried the rest of your spoils back into the house, cutting wrapping off of different things so he wouldn't try and eat it and choke and die. You weren't sure how smart that thing was but he seemed intelligent enough. You made your way back down the stairs and found he'd already finished his food. He stood there contentedly, eyes shut and he swayed a tiny bit. Oh yeah mimics have a whole... "digestion mode" thing. He heard you though, and lazily opened his eyes. His perpetual smile was still eerie despite his comatose like state. Although he perked up at the sight of the blankets and pillows you had tucked under your arms. He watched as you made your way to his usual sleeping spot, a towel here and there. You sat down the pillows and blankets- attempting to make a nest for him. You wanted to maybe try and appeal to his animalistic nature, give him something comfy to sleep on but also something that he was familiar with. He peered at you from his spot rooted on the floor. He wasn't moving anytime soon, but he did seem to enjoy watching you set up something so thoughtful for him. He didn't turn his head, just gave you some side eye. Once you felt satisfied you got up and pulled away, admiring your handiwork. You started to walk away, getting ready to retreat back upstairs when you heard him whine a little. It was pathetic. All his sounds seemed to be pathetic though. You looked at him and his half lidded eyes were a little wider now. He made a lazy attempt to reach for you, but didn't try too hard. His arm dropped back by his side. It was unclear what he wanted but you decided to stick around, if only for a moment.

Ok so it had been more than just a moment. More like several moments turned into minutes turned into what felt like hours. Although it had only been like a minute and a half. He had shut his eyes by now, and something about his tired demeanor made you feel a bit safer. He wouldn't bite the hand that feeds him would he? So for whatever God forsaken reason, you sneak forward, and hand extended towards him. His eyes open ever so slightly, but he doesn't move. Soon enough you're within "grabbing and killing" distance- but he makes no move once again. You don't know what the fuck you're getting yourself into at this rate, but your extended hand touches his arm.

Naturally you flinch away, he didn't seem to mind though. He watched curiously as you reached for him again, brushing your fingertips with his forearm. Slowly your hand wraps around it and brings his arm forward, sliding down to his hand. You inspect his claws, and watch his face cautiously, looking for any possible threat. But no threat shows itself. He's just letting you inspect him, in fact he seems just as curious as you are. He stares down intently as your hands hold his. Eventually you feel embarrassed and pull away, his fleshy arm falls to his side and he watches with a little strain as you back away towards the stairs.

He seems almost disappointed, but you don't notice. You crawl back up the stairs towards the living room of your house. Maybe he was a mimic with the brain of a trimming. Im not complaining though, he hadn't eaten you yet- so that was certainly a plus.

[unita-n]

Some "catch the idea" fan art sketches for future