#vita carnis x reader

[hellraiser0]

" ORIGINAL FICTION " ❥ all set in universes I have personally crafted involving original characters with brief introductories, myths, prompts, so on.

✦ SHRINEFIELD HIGH ✦ CURIOUS CRYPTIDS → ✦ GREEK MYTHOLOGY →

" MEDIA FICTION " ❥ stories from various pieces of online media may it be analog horror, indie productions, etcetera.

✦ SCP FOUNDATION → ✦ THE BACKROOMS → ✦ VITA CARNIS → ✦ CREEPYPASTA →

" FANDOM FICTION " ❥ heavily inspired fanfiction derived from literature, films, television series, or otherwise.

✦ INVINCIBLE → ✦ ARCANE → ✦ HARRY POTTER ✦ PERCY JACKSON → ✦ AVATAR → ✦ ALL OF US ARE DEAD →

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay idk if u wanna do this but May I request a crossover of vita Carnis and Mandela Catalouge headcanons?..

For Adam,Jonah and Mark. Basically they arrive at theyre s/o’s House..and find out they have a pet trimming named Meatloaf or something.s/o treat them like they’re baby like any pet owner would,what are they’re reactions?

Awwwwe yeah my two current analog horror fixations let's goooo

.......

Adam

He shows up at your door right as you were getting food for your pet.

It was especially important that you fed it at this particular time so it would settle down for the night...

But Adam's persistent knocking forces you to stop and answer the door, momentarily leaving it with an empty bowl.

"Adam? What are you doing here so late?"

"Did you get my message? Our client wants us to go to his place now. I got the salt and everything."

"...he's gonna have to wait a minute. I just gotta feed my pet and-"

"C'mon, babe. We can't lose this offer. I'm sure your pet's not gonna starve to dea-"

All of the sudden, both of you hear metal scraping and a loud whining noise that sounded like a dying animal, startling Adam while you just stare blankly at him. "You were saying?"

"..what the hell was that?????"

You decide it's better to just show him, so you go back inside and introduce him to your pet: a small six-legged fat lump of raw red meat with a collar around its neck.

"What the fuck is that?? An alien??"

"No, it's a Trimming. And their name is Meatloaf."

"....that literally explains nothing."

After feeding your Trimming and calming it down, you told Adam a little bit about its role in the Vita Carnis family.

Where you're from, they're common house pets, being even more popular than dogs or cats as they were docile and willing to eat anything.

When you're done explaining, he just stares at Meatloaf for a while, who's now swaddled in a blanket and curled up in your lap.

It looks kinda gross, but he is intrigued.

Apparently, it's trained to sniff out Mimics and scream when it detects one....which has saved your life on multiple occasions, and it did the same when it sensed an Alternate in your house not long after you moved here.

That's cool.

He thinks you should bring it on BPS assignments.

Jonah

On the other hand....

When you mentioned owning an exotic pet, Jonah didn't expect anything like this when he showed up uninvited, letting himself in with a spare key.

"Hey I brought some pizza for--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, S/O?!!

Babe, please don't scream-"

"Am I tripping or is tHAT A FUCKING FETUS??!!!!" He points wildly to the Trimming sitting in your kitchen sink, covered in soap and looking saddened bc your bf interrupted bath time.

Meanwhile, you're pissed off by his yelling and covered its sensitive ears, glaring at him. "Will you calm down? This is a Trimming..you haven't heard of them?"

"No???? It looks like the goddamn chestburster from Alien! What is it?!!"

He was ready to run out of the house, but you convinced him to stay and you explained what a Trimming is, rinsing off the soap while doing so.

Poor guy's still trying to comprehend why (and how) a thing like this even exists, eyes wide as he watches you dry it off and care for it like you would a puppy or kitten.

It doesn't help that you call it "Meatloaf" and have a cute little bow on its collar/head.

Nothing you say will stop him from getting nauseous, suddenly losing his appetite for the pizza (especially since he got pepperoni and sausage on it).

You reassure him it's not gonna go to waste, instead feeding it to Meatloaf in bite-sized pieces.

Jonah's just in shock as it happily devours them with no hesitation, before it waddles back into your arms for cuddles.

You made it your mission to get him to hold it, trying to show him it's not scary at all.

It's....still a work in progress.

Mark

You knew exactly what he was gonna think of your Trimming.

So you explained what it was exactly, even showing him a photo so he's better prepared to meet it when he comes over.

The last thing you wanted was for him to scream "demon" and throw a bible at your sweet little nondemonic meat pet.

But still...he clams up when you greet him at the door, holding Meatloaf in one arm.

"O-Oh, it's..uh....cute...?" Mark tries his best to be polite, yet his face is as pale as a ghost's.

You're just relieved he didn't panic and cause a huge scene.

However, for a normally social creature...Meatloaf became unusually shy around him, flinching away when he attempted to pet it and whining if you put it down for too long.

It constantly followed you, refusing to be in the same room as him.

This keeps happening whenever he visits, and he's unsure what to do.

So one day he asks if it'll ever warm up to him.

"Oh! How could I forget? Trimmings usually like it when they're sorta "involved" in conversations..if that makes sense." You tell him. "Meatloaf probably thinks you're unfriendly because you talk to only me when you come over."

"....so..how do I fix that? By talking to it myself?"

"Yep!"

"Will it...understand me?"

"Not sure, but it just likes hearing chatter." You then speak to Meatloaf, scratching under its chin to stir it from sleep. "Hey, Loafy. My boyfriend wants to tell you something."

With the Trimming now looking at Mark, he feels...awkward, but he finally stutters something.

"H-Hey, uh...so I'm Mark. But you probably know that. S/o talks about me a lot and...uh....anyways we've been together for a few months. Sorry if I didn't seem that "friendly" to you, but I hope um...you...approve of us..?"

He trails off as it shifts out of your hold and climbs into his lap, curling up and cooing happily.

His eyes are HUGE and he's filled with fear(tm), but eventually makes the brave decision to pat its fleshy head, hearing it...purring?

Then you see his smile.

You're extremely happy about this bonding moment and had to snap a picture of the two.

'Yeah, this one's definitely for the books'

[sallyface4everimmarriedto]

Masterlist

The Walking Dead

The Lost Boys(1987)

None

Dead By Daylight

None

Marvel

None

AHS

None

Twilight

None

Resident Evil

None

JJBA

None

Mononoke

None

Kimetsu No Yaiba

None

Vita Carnis

None

Mandela Catalogue

None

Baby Blue

None

Welcome Home

None

Hazbin Hotel

None

Helluva Boss

None

Jujitsu Kaisen

Slashers

None

Five Nights At Freddy's

None

Creepypasta

None

SCP

None

Stranger Things

None

Chainsaw Man

Dead boy detectives

None

[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.

[ardenchambres]

Back in my slut era…

why am I like this.

[issues-oclock]

scps x reader with who has pet trimmings

(for context these are what trimmings look like. They're from the series Vita Carnis on youtube. Trimmings are friendly but shy and a bit fragile. This post is scps reacting to a reader who has a good few trimmings as pets. For this trimmings are anomolies the foundation contains and the reader is the head researcher of the project to care for them and is also obsessed with their little meat babies. Also this post will ignore the other monsters in Vita Carnis simply because this is about trimmings)

scp 105:

When you first met her and mentioned the trimmings she didn't expect this.

"aw....its kinda cute"

she's ok with them at first... she kinda feels bad for them.

i mean it's not scary to her, she's seen far worse. But the little thing is so strange looking compared to the average pet.

She just didn't think you'd be so obsessed with them.

But she grows to love the creatures just as much as you do.

She takes pictures of them for you, there are many high quality pictures of them you have of them on your desk.

A good babysitter and would rather take care of them for you then work.

She listens in on all your little rants about your flesh babies.

Speaking of rants she will rant to your trimmings (since trimmings canonically like to be talked to).

She likes talking to them because then she doesn't have to worry about being judged.

The trimmings quickly like her enough that they are happy to play with her

scp 035

They do not see the appeal.

"Just look at it! It looks like an overgrown fetus!"

They hate how this tiny pathetic little thing has consumed your life

They want you to pay attention to them! (they're a huge brat about it)

They get jealous

But over time may learn to not dislike your trimmings so much

Still not a trustworthy babysitter though, the ooze he leaks will probably damage them.

But at least they has someone to rant to about some sob story about their life (there's a 40% chance it was made up) or just want to complain about the foundation

That's like the only thing they will do with your trimming (other then think about throwing it away)

They won't actually throw it out just yet because they saw what you did to the last employee who tried that.

your trimmings just kinda avoid them

______

I'ma make a part 2 later

[maruchan25]

headcanons list!!!! And info

hii I'm Sue this is my blog im +20 I love writing for different characters and I love making headcanons for you guys cuz I know how it's like to like a character but there's not headcanons of them😭😭 so I'll be making headcanons to you guys is write fluff and nswf too this is list of Fandoms I'll be writing of but if you guys like another Fandom send me the request anyway I'll just investigate hiiiiii guys I'll be writing of this Fandoms you can make requestes of what you want and yes I write for more than 1 character at the same time!! I write for pregnancy and kids related headcanons too my pronouns are she/her

Abut me:

Im a Latina my mother tongue is Spanish but I handle English pretty good currently studying French,i love TV girl and Melanie martinez

Rules:I don't write pedophile or rape,incest,necrofilia or exes gore

-Midsommar

-scps

-The human centipede

-Jurassic park

-the sawyer family

-that's not my neighbor

-South park

-some slashers

-fnaf

-orel morel

-Inglorious bastards

-Hetalia

-inside job

-big mouth

-the quite wester

-the boy with the striped pajamas

-the amazing world of gumball

-games

-WW2

-Hannibal lecter

-Germany officers

-Fiona and cake

-super jail

-little misfortune

-plants VS zombies

-creepypastas

-physiological horror too!

-vita cranis

-creatures of Trevor Henderson

-the man in the suit

-virus tangi

-and more!

Things I don't write for

-pedophilia -animal abuse-incest

[emma045]

When u watched spoopy stuff (again)

+ ur about to sleep

And

You're too afraid to turn off the light and go to bed bc something might attack u in the dark

Or

Turn on the small lamp bc something might be behind it and jumpscare u

[exepilled]

YOOOOO!!!!! hello!! my name is cherry and i like x readers….

and I want to let you know that these are the fandoms i write for!!

Exe / Sonic + Mario Creepypasta Community ! (main interest!!!!)

Sonic the Hedgehog ! (main interest!!!!)

If any of the creators of these fandoms are problematic, do note that I do not support them and only enjoy the media and not the person/people that is problematic.

Boundaries, guidelines and notes before requesting.

I will not write ANY smut or nsfw content. I am a minor and that makes me uncomfortable.

Please be mindful to give tw before requesting about the content, some people may not be comfortable. I will not write reader / characters actively self harming.

Please no pregnancy, scat, piss, watersports, agere or yandere requests. I genuinely can’t write them. Yandere makes me uncomfortable to write. Nothings wrong with agere, it’s just not my cup of tea in writing. Also I don’t write toxic relationships between s/o and reader. Reader can be mentioned to be in one or was in one but never a toxic relationship with s/o

All teen/child!reader requests will obviously be platonic.

Do note that when I write my readers they will usually be the less dominant in the relationship, as their s/o will be the one doing the moves of romance!! :) Does not mean they are weak at all— just less the one making the moves in the relationship! :3

I only write female and enby readers!

If I do crossovers, this is a list of fandoms I will accept for crossover ( Like ex. Jonah!Reader, Alt!Reader or Wally!Reader, basically minor mentions of said fandoms while writing Character!Reader )

The Mandela Catalogue

Vita Carnis ( this one is more rather caretaker!reader with mimics or trimmings and things like that.)

FNAF / DSAF

Welcome Home

DHMIS

[circusmania]

ᓚᘏᗢ MASTERLIST

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ My yeses, maybes and nos: YES: - Platonic/Romantic - F/F & M/M - However, many of my fics will just be gender-neutral reader - Trans reader - Yandere - Angst - Fluff MAYBE: - Smut - Not that I'm uncomfortable with it, I just don't feel like I can write it well enough - F/M - Ehh... there are plenty of straight fanfics, and I'm better at writing F/F & M/M. However, it's not a complete no, so I will write it occasionally. - Sadist - I can write it, just not too intense… Like to the point it's r@p3. NO: - Child x Adult - R@p3 - SA - Weird kinks... (ex: piss kink, scat kink) - Abusive behaviour

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE ABOUT: SCP FOUNDATION: - Scp Foundation in general - Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting - Dr Wondertainment - Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. (MC&D) - Sarkic Cults - Church of the Broken God - The Serpent's Hand ANALOG HORROR: - Mandela Catalogue - Vita Carnis - The Tangi Virus - The SMILE tapes - GEMINI HOME AND ENTERTAINMENT - The Walten Files - Monument Mythos (S: 1, 2 & NIXONVERSE) SLASHERS: - Ghostface (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) - Norman Bates - Michael Myers - Jason Voorhees - Pennywise (2017) - Billy Lenz - Brahms Heelshire GREEK MYTHOLOGY: - Percy Jackson Fandom - Or Greek Myths in general GENERAL SCENARIOS (Ex: Mafia x Reader or Android x Reader)

Looking forward to writing your requests ♡ !!!

[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

Heyyyyy there!

Last updated:07/04/2023

My name is Samantha and I'm a multi-fandom writer!

Quick facts about me

My pronouns are she/they

If this matters to you: I'm a Capricorn and my MBTI is INTJ

My highest kins are Higuruma Hiromi (JJK), Kunikida Doppo (BSD) and Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

I have 6 dogs

I started writing for fun about 7 years ago, and it's still one of my favourite pass times.

I used to write Wesker x Reader oneshots on Wattpad. It got pretty popular too at some point

My current special interest is analog horror! (Favourites right now are The Mandela Catalogue, Vita Carnis and GREYLOCK)

Here's some fandoms I'm in: The Arcana, Obey me, Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on titan, Resident Evil, Demon Slayer, Bungo Stray Dogs, Chainsaw Man, Spy x Family, Marvel, Mortal Kombat, SAYER, Malevolent, Red Valley, The Silt Verses, Faith: The Unholy Trinity

My rules

I'm not very comfortable with writing smut (I'm also very immature so I'll just be giggling like a child, then proceed to get embarrassed and never finish writing it), but sometimes I make exceptions for very vague descriptions.

I write for gender neutral readers, with some exceptions depending on the contents of requests and such. I prefer it if everyone is able to enjoy my content!

I won't write any graphic depictions of abuse.

I won't write anything for characters that are canonically minors, except platonically. Not even if they're aged up.

If your request violates any rules I won't do it

I'll be adding more as I see fit!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Headcanons for Mark, Jonah, and Adam and an S/O who has a bunch of vita carnis Mimics as "helpers."

What would the three of them think of someone who can somehow "tame" these things and just keeps them around as house pets? They just hang out in their home and on their little plot of land (that I'd imagine is isolated because people moved tf away when the rumors started spreading) and keep any threats away. Reader doesn't actively do anything to sate their diet though. Although they aren't opposed to the Mimics stomping out any would-be troublemakers or those who piss them off... They still get their food themselves but use reader's home as a place of refuge.

Maybe the way the three of them meet their S/O was finding out that Alternates were being warded off from there. Idk, I haven't had a chance to get fully invested in MC but the idea just sounds really interesting. Also, I have the mental image of a Mimic putting away the dishes and someone's immediate reaction is screaming "What the FUCK is that?!?!" And just getting this whole explanation of what it is and that this one and all the others are friendly despite it needing to be reminded that the human in front of them is not food.

I LOVE that mental image you described. Mimics just doing chores and human things, only to see an actual human look at them absolutely HORRIFIED

........

Mark

He was relieved to get away from the Alternate-populated Mandela County for a while.

But when you answer the door while preparing dinner, you called out for James (one of the male Mimics you named) to stay in the kitchen...

Without realizing how extremely suspicious that sounded until you saw the look on Mark's face. "Who's James?"

"Oh! He's uh...can you wait here while I-?"

"Is he your new roommate or something?" He jumps to conclusions immediately, thinking you're cheating on him as you never told him you lived with another person.

In anger he storms past you to confront this "James" you were apparently being so secretive about....

Before you could stop him, he sees the Mimic and freaks out, causing it to drop the plate it was holding and screams right back at him.

You're quick to disperse the situation before it becomes a bloodbath, but by then it's too late. Mark was thoroughly traumatized.

When you mentioned living with creatures who kept the local Alternate population out of your town..he didn't think they'd be be skinless humans.

He locked himself in your bathroom, trying to stave off a panic attack as he recites his prayers, convinced there was "evil" hanging over your house.

Eventually he lets you in and you help him calm down, reassuring him that wasn't the case at all before explaining the Mimics and their role in your household, answering whatever questions he had (which were a LOT).

"Even if they're not demons....why would God make something like that?"

"Maybe..it's the same reason he made the platypus."

"......that's not the same, s/o."

"I know, I'm just trying to help."

Jonah

He's made jokes about the Mimics before.

But he didn't think they were real living and breathing creatures you were coexisting with.

He swears he was smoking something when he saw one wearing your clothes and sweeping the floor with a broom like any ordinary person would.

At first he tries to be chill about it as to not freak you out..

Until he goes into your pantry for a snack and finds shelves with jars filled to the brim with Crawl sticks.

As well as a Mimic curled up on the highest shelf, asleep.

Next thing you know, Jonah's dry heaving over the nearest trash can.

"Babe for the love of GOD please tell me that I'm on some weird ass trip because I can't handle this rn"

"...well maybe if you didn't brush off my research, you wouldn't be as scared." You pat his back before glaring at the Mimic who was just seconds away from lunging at your boyfriend at his most vulnerable moment.

"Jonah, sweetie..rule number one is to never turn your back on a Mimic unless you're running away from it." You make him turn around to face it, and they stare at each other before it eventually calms down and leaves.

Even after you explained how you "tamed" the Mimics, he's too scared to leave your side or be alone in the same room with one.

Their permanent smiles and wide eyes just...give him the chills. Even if they're just staring with curiosity, he always insists it's a look of hunger.

They are aware he's dating you and will playfully threaten to eat him, but never actually go through with it bc you'd probably kick them out and leave them without food.

Adam

(gonna make this post-Catalyst)

He's having a tough time keeping the relationship alive and coping with being an Alternate--a secret he only recently shared with you.

Despite him being the first one you've ever encountered, you're not all that afraid. Just surprised.

You confess to having your own secret to share, taking him to your home where you could talk about it more.

He keeps asking how you could trust him with anything when he looked like a hideous monster. But you reassured him he'll understand soon enough.

After you arrive, he sees the Crawl trees behind your house, but thinks nothing of it until you bring him inside.

You whistle and a Baby Mimic comes skittering towards you on all fours, climbing onto you like a koala bear before you turn back to your boyfriend, smiling.

It takes him a second to connect the dots. "....wait, that's a....Vita Carnis...i-it's a real thing??"

"They've always have been."

"Wow, this is...one hell of a secret. D-Does..that Mimic know what I am?"

"The adults can usually tell, but this little bugger thinks you're tasty food." You scratch the baby Mimic's chin, hearing it coo sweetly as it nibbled on your jacket strings. "But you see why I'm not scared of you? Because I've made peace with these "hideous monsters", just like I've made peace with what you told me."

He tears up at your sweet and kind words, though he listens as you introduce him to the "helpers" of your household aka the adult Mimics who wore your clothing and were doing different tasks.

They all kinda stared at Adam as he awkwardly greeted them, but didn't do anything more.

It's strangely comforting that they perceive him as a human.

At the same time, he feels lucky to not look appetizing to them.

[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.

[nineinch-nailgun]

sometimes I read my own fics after awhile and wonder why I don't try being a stand up comedian...

Weird pet pt.2

You decided to check on him the next morning, just wanting to see if he'd touched the ham or not. You open the door to the basement, flashlight in hand. No ham in sight, but you can see a fleshy foot in the corner of the room, and soft long breaths. You figure that means your mimic.. 'friend' is asleep. You quietly shut the door, backing away and deciding not to disturb him. You've got better things to do, like work. And now that you have an extra mouth to feed, working is going to have to be front and center.

You decide to stop at the grocery store again today, deciding to stock up on ham and pork, since that's all you think your 'pet' will eat. You grab some snacks for yourself as well as a bowl for water, having no idea if the mimic knew how to drink from a water bottle or not.

Once you get out of your car and into the house with your groceries, you can hear him whining loudly downstairs, part of you finds it sad, you have to scold yourself every now and again as a reminder that he's a dangerous beast and not some innocent puppy. You unpack the groceries, saving the bags as always. Taking out different packs of ham and filling a bowl with water.

You carry the food and water to the door, and the whining only gets louder, slowly and quietly you open the door, and you can see him at the base of the stairs. He stares up at you with his large beady eyes. It's paralyzing, but you continue. Cautiously, you take a step forward and set the food down several feet away from him. He sits there, watching you carefully- analyzing your every move. As you back away he moves towards the food you set out. Once his eyes land on the water, and he suddenly snatches the bowl up- downing all of it in one go like it was a shot. His head spins in your direction, a feral look on his face. He holds the bowl with two large, clawed hands- a finger sporadically scrapes the bowl- indicating that he might still be thirsty and he thinks clawing at the bowl will magically make more water appear. So you sigh and back away, closing the door and locking it again. You go ahead and grab a large cup, filling it in the sink to take it down to him.

You open the door again, and he's still staring at you. He watches as you cautiously step towards him and pour more water into his bowl. Hi eyes avert from you to the water, and they get bigger. When you finish he drinks again, but slower this time. He holds the bowl to his mouth like a child would. sipping away. Finally he puts the bowl back on the floor, turning to look back at you. Naturally you make him hungry, you're human, he's a mimic. You know what his diet is. 

Suddenly you realize this is the closest you've been to him. You're only about 4 feet away, and he hasn't tried to take a bite out of you yet, in fact, he looks to the meal you'd brought him, and he shuffles closer to it. He starts to take a handful of the pork and shoves it into his mouth, you can't help but grimace- you know he has no idea what manners are but Jesus christ does he eat like a rhino wolfing down oat meal or what? It was gross to watch, that's why you didn't stick around too long to watch him finish. You leave the basement, locking him in one more time, electing to bring him water more often.

It's still an eerie feeling, having something like that in your home, but he seemed a little more tame this time around, he hadn't gone after you and he had eaten the food you'd brought him. Maybe you could tame him? The thought was ridiculous but it seemed innocent enough. How hard can this be?

[purefandomonium]

I mean, the platypus is a pretty fucked up creature... Honestly Mimics make more biological sense to me than those things lol. But these are great.

Headcanons for Mark, Jonah, and Adam and an S/O who has a bunch of vita carnis Mimics as "helpers."

What would the three of them think of someone who can somehow "tame" these things and just keeps them around as house pets? They just hang out in their home and on their little plot of land (that I'd imagine is isolated because people moved tf away when the rumors started spreading) and keep any threats away. Reader doesn't actively do anything to sate their diet though. Although they aren't opposed to the Mimics stomping out any would-be troublemakers or those who piss them off... They still get their food themselves but use reader's home as a place of refuge.

Maybe the way the three of them meet their S/O was finding out that Alternates were being warded off from there. Idk, I haven't had a chance to get fully invested in MC but the idea just sounds really interesting. Also, I have the mental image of a Mimic putting away the dishes and someone's immediate reaction is screaming "What the FUCK is that?!?!" And just getting this whole explanation of what it is and that this one and all the others are friendly despite it needing to be reminded that the human in front of them is not food.

I LOVE that mental image you described. Mimics just doing chores and human things, only to see an actual human look at them absolutely HORRIFIED

........

Mark

He was relieved to get away from the Alternate-populated Mandela County for a while.

But when you answer the door while preparing dinner, you called out for James (one of the male Mimics you named) to stay in the kitchen...

Without realizing how extremely suspicious that sounded until you saw the look on Mark's face. "Who's James?"

"Oh! He's uh...can you wait here while I-?"

"Is he your new roommate or something?" He jumps to conclusions immediately, thinking you're cheating on him as you never told him you lived with another person.

In anger he storms past you to confront this "James" you were apparently being so secretive about....

Before you could stop him, he sees the Mimic and freaks out, causing it to drop the plate it was holding and screams right back at him.

You're quick to disperse the situation before it becomes a bloodbath, but by then it's too late. Mark was thoroughly traumatized.

When you mentioned living with creatures who kept the local Alternate population out of your town..he didn't think they'd be be skinless humans.

He locked himself in your bathroom, trying to stave off a panic attack as he recites his prayers, convinced there was "evil" hanging over your house.

Eventually he lets you in and you help him calm down, reassuring him that wasn't the case at all before explaining the Mimics and their role in your household, answering whatever questions he had (which were a LOT).

"Even if they're not demons....why would God make something like that?"

"Maybe..it's the same reason he made the platypus."

"......that's not the same, s/o."

"I know, I'm just trying to help."

Jonah

He's made jokes about the Mimics before.

But he didn't think they were real living and breathing creatures you were coexisting with.

He swears he was smoking something when he saw one wearing your clothes and sweeping the floor with a broom like any ordinary person would.

At first he tries to be chill about it as to not freak you out..

Until he goes into your pantry for a snack and finds shelves with jars filled to the brim with Crawl sticks.

As well as a Mimic curled up on the highest shelf, asleep.

Next thing you know, Jonah's dry heaving over the nearest trash can.

"Babe for the love of GOD please tell me that I'm on some weird ass trip because I can't handle this rn"

"...well maybe if you didn't brush off my research, you wouldn't be as scared." You pat his back before glaring at the Mimic who was just seconds away from lunging at your boyfriend at his most vulnerable moment.

"Jonah, sweetie..rule number one is to never turn your back on a Mimic unless you're running away from it." You make him turn around to face it, and they stare at each other before it eventually calms down and leaves.

Even after you explained how you "tamed" the Mimics, he's too scared to leave your side or be alone in the same room with one.

Their permanent smiles and wide eyes just...give him the chills. Even if they're just staring with curiosity, he always insists it's a look of hunger.

They are aware he's dating you and will playfully threaten to eat him, but never actually go through with it bc you'd probably kick them out and leave them without food.

Adam

(gonna make this post-Catalyst)

He's having a tough time keeping the relationship alive and coping with being an Alternate--a secret he only recently shared with you.

Despite him being the first one you've ever encountered, you're not all that afraid. Just surprised.

You confess to having your own secret to share, taking him to your home where you could talk about it more.

He keeps asking how you could trust him with anything when he looked like a hideous monster. But you reassured him he'll understand soon enough.

After you arrive, he sees the Crawl trees behind your house, but thinks nothing of it until you bring him inside.

You whistle and a Baby Mimic comes skittering towards you on all fours, climbing onto you like a koala bear before you turn back to your boyfriend, smiling.

It takes him a second to connect the dots. "....wait, that's a....Vita Carnis...i-it's a real thing??"

"They've always have been."

"Wow, this is...one hell of a secret. D-Does..that Mimic know what I am?"

"The adults can usually tell, but this little bugger thinks you're tasty food." You scratch the baby Mimic's chin, hearing it coo sweetly as it nibbled on your jacket strings. "But you see why I'm not scared of you? Because I've made peace with these "hideous monsters", just like I've made peace with what you told me."

He tears up at your sweet and kind words, though he listens as you introduce him to the "helpers" of your household aka the adult Mimics who wore your clothing and were doing different tasks.

They all kinda stared at Adam as he awkwardly greeted them, but didn't do anything more.

It's strangely comforting that they perceive him as a human.

At the same time, he feels lucky to not look appetizing to them.