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Fanart for Vigilante Justice by AppleScentedLazers on Ao3. I've been reading this fic since before I had ao3 and was on fanfiction.net so frankly this fanart is way overdue. These three sketch page/art page references took me a hot sec but they were well worth the effort hope you all like!
#cybergeist#art#fanart#ao3#fanfiction#dick grayson#dcu#Commissioner Griffin#Nightwing#vigilante justice#AppleScentedLazers
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Just was like reading the comments and an idea came to me. A mimic cradle, but the mimic gets attached and when someone tries to kidnap the baby (origin story for like half the dnd characters created I swear), the mimic protects the baby. So uh. Tidbit I f that story idea below ⬇️
Mirmouth wasn’t sure how he got here. Well alright he did know, but it didn’t make this situation make any more sense. It was all because of that stupid bet with Mo Lars.
**********Two months previous***********
“ I bet you can’t convince a human family to give you their baby.”
Mirmouth gasped in offense glaring at Mo Lars with his beady yellow eyes.
“You take that back, or next time I eat an adventurer I’m not regurgitating the head and liver for you to eat!”
Mo Lars smirked, his pine wood hide shaking with the force of his laughter.
“I stand by what I said.”
Mirmouth growled in reply thinking hard.
“Fine what are we betting.”
Mo Lars smirked his toothy grin full of rotting flesh from his last meal, the uncouth beast didn’t even bother to brush his teeth, Mirmouth thought in disgust.
“Mmmm I bet you the next four adventures I catch legs, stomachs, and bowels that you can’t do it.”
“And if I lose”
Mo Lars laughed again his dark grin widening.
“Well I’ll just catch the baby to show you how it’s done. I do love how they taste, so much better than adventurers. Soft tender things, you roll them about in your mouth and they scream something awful, then you bite them and the tender flesh practically melts in your mouth. Juicy little things they are”
As tasty as that sounded something in Mirmouths stomach (bottomless as it was) twinged at the thought. Adventurers were delicious yes, and so were civilians, but he’d never liked eating children (well that wasn’t entirely true, he’d admit that little girl he’d eaten was perhaps the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted), from a moral stand point most monsters, mimics included, wouldn’t eat each others young, goblins and the occasional dragon was the exception to that rule, but it was considered dishonorable.
Human children were considered fair game by most of monster kind, but Mirmouth could only imagine his little brother and sisters when eating children. He’d only ever eaten three kids, all over the age of three. The little girl who was four, and two twin boys about five years old had been his last time eating children. Their crying as he ripped the two apart had reminded him far too starkly of little Cain Ine. He hadn’t touched a child under the age of 13 years since then.
So to hear Mo Lars talk about an infant that way, made him rather sick. Still he had a bet to win, his honor as a mimic was at stake, he’d get that baby and then he’d swallow it whole, his acid would kill it near instantly and he wouldn’t have to hear the screams. But how to go about it.
“I accept your terms.”
Mo Lars snorted
“You’ve got an hour”
Mirmouth immediately protested but in the end he was only able to haggle for one day. Vile creature Mo Lars was, and entirely unfair.
**********one hour later***********
Mirmouth lurked outside a human dwelling of a small family of four, the youngest a 10 month old infant, the target of his bet. He was debating how to best go about this. He could transform into the childs father or mother and ask to hold the infant after the real parent left the room. Or he could eat the little boy playing in the garden and go in and ask to hold the little thing before they realized something was wrong. He was still debating his options, when the baby began to cry and the mother sighed picking up the baby from its cradle and huffing to her self as she rocked the baby. She quickly left the kitchen leaving behind her baking and the-
-the cradle.
Mirmouth smiled, this was almost to easy, slipping inside the building disguised as a bird he landed on the crib railing. He studied it for a moment taking in each nick and scratch before nodding to himself and swallowing the crib whole. He had just begun to transform into the crib when a creak caught his attention. He whirled around half made of crib, half made of bird, half some sort of man shaped thing.
It was the little boy from the garden his face smudged with dirt, the boy stared at him wide eyed before giggling slightly, sucking on his fingers he rocked on his heels and pointed at Mirmouth.
“You look silly.”
There was no fear, only young vivid curiosity and interest as the little one stared into his mismatched eyes. Mirmouth opened his mouth to respond when he heard footsteps from deeper in the house. The mother.
Rapidly he finished his transformation into the cradle, finishing just as the woman came back in through the door the small baby held in her arms fast asleep once more.
Tenderly with such an intense look of love on her face that left Mirmouth feeling breathless she laid the baby against Mirmouths stomach which was currently serving as the baby’s soft downy cot.
Then the woman called her family inside shouting that it was time for dinner. Mirmouth was forced to stay still as the family ate their dinner. The baby warm and soft against his stomach as it slept. Finally after much hassling (the boy kept pointing at the crib and asking his mother if he could have a moving bed too which the mother seemed to think he meant the rocking legs on the cradle thankfully) the family at last went to sleep and Mirmouth transformed into a half man half monster that cradled the small child in his jaws, the baby was soft against his tongue, it’s flesh sweet and tender, almost irresistibly so.
He longed to pierce its delicate soft hide with his glimmering teeth, to wriggle his tongue inside its soft belly and taste the warm milk it was fed, but something was stopping him. Maybe it was the little boys curious gaze, maybe it was the mother’s living eyes or maybe perhaps it was the giggling coming from inside his mouth.
He unrolled his egregiously long tongue with the baby atop it, and stared at the young thing, which had its arms wrapped around the end of his tongue, it’s pudgy hands gripping almost painfully as it laughed seemingly delighted by the strange feeling or Mirmouths bumpy tongue.
Mirmouth….couldnt do this. With a shaky breath he slowly lowered the child into his clawed hands and began to rock back and forth, back and forth before turning to place the baby in the crib….that he ate. Dangit. He….he’d need to make the baby a new one. With a put upon sigh he put the baby in its blanket, tucked it into the bread basket and went to find some wood. He couldn’t believeeee he was doing this. Several hours of irritating work, made easier by his ability to turns his arm into an axe, and his superior strength later, Mirmouth returned to the house and stared at the crib. Then at the window.
Cuspids, incisors, and Lateral incisors! It wasn’t going to fit!!! Grumbling to himself he turned back into a bird slid in the window, opened the door and quietly as he possibly could slid the newly made crib into the house, he was just placing the baby back into the crib, when-
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see every day.”
A light flickered on as the mother lit a candle and Mirmouth froze two steps from the crib, caught red handed. The woman sighed at his shocked expression and merely held out her arms. Guiltily he passed over her baby looking anywhere but at her face.
“When I first saw you rocking my baby I thought for certain you were a fae come to steal my darling Rowan. Then you left and brought back this crib and clearly you feel guilty about something, and your clearly no Fae, so what are you and what have you done.”
Mirmouth rubbed his shoulder awkwardly and shifted his features to be more human, adding clothes and definition to his barely there body, shorting himself to his actual age to appear non threatening (though 16 was a respectable age for a mimics they reached adult hood at age three after all, and most didn’t live past ten, adventurers didn’t like them much, and warlocks, and other magic users liked to sell them for parts), regardless humans thought it was young and unthreatening and he didn’t exactly want to scare this family.
“I uh, I’m a mimic and a friend of mine bet me I couldn’t get a human family to give me their baby. So uh. I was going to eat your baby after you gave her to me. ‘I was the crib by the way’, but uh, I couldn’t do it. It felt wrong and I don’t really go after kids anyway. So uh sorry to bother you and sorry about your old crib…I kinda…ate it.”
The woman stared at him for a long moment before sighing and looking to the heavens her baby propped on one hip as she muttered something under her breath. Then she looked back at him something hard in her gaze.
“Am I to assume that’s the end of it then.”
Mirmouth opened his mouth to confirm that yes that was the end of it before stopping. The bet. Mo Lars said he’d it the babe himself if Mirmouth failed.”
“Uh no. My friend likes to eat babies and said he’d eat it if I failed, so uh, I’m probably going to hang around your house for a few days to stop him from eating your baby”
The mother let out a long put upon sigh and shook her head.
“Fine then. But your coming to dinner tomorrow, my son has been asking non stop questions about ‘the moving bed’ and my husband will want to Hear about this. Do you understand.”
Mirmouth gulped.
“Yes mam.”
Then without another word she shooed him out of the house and into the night. As Mirmouth sat on the family door step all he could of was
How had he gotten into this situation?!?
-The End For Now.
I actually have more thoughts relating to the first snippet several months from the original bet. But that’s another story for another time. So if you guys like Mirmouth please let me know if you want more.
The Monster Manual but it's blatantly written by the monsters
#rpg#d&d#fantasy#cybergeist#short story#mimic#cradle mimic#crack treated seriously#the mimic cares#Mirmouth the Mimic
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Progress and final of my DSMP Fanfic Fanart lol. This is for Obsession by Cyllixt on ao3. I did art for Passion a few days ago and I finally finished this one. So uh ye. It was really fun to do the shattered glass effect and I might come back and do this whole thing in an entirely different color pallet but we shall see.
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This is for a fanfic called Passion by Cyllixt on ao3
First one is Dream by himself second is with Tommy and Tubbo, couldn’t fit Ranboo or the others unfortunately but ehhh. Also I'm not totally happy with this but eh, digital art has never been my strong suit. Regardless hope you all like my version of a Passion front cover in sort of comic style.
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Little character sheet of Tim and Damien, from the fic "These Aren't Wings, They’re Futures" by aryelee on ao3. @luxaofhesperides on tumblr. I love these two your honor! So cute, so traumatized, such terror gremlins.
#art#fanart#cybergeist#fanfiction#ao3#tim drake#damian wayne#dcu#Thesearentwingstheyrefutures#Arielle
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Did some fanart for @sunnylighter on Ao3 and tumblr. This is for her Grass is Always Greener series her Morro design. Just a quick little sketch or two, maybe a little coloring. Just a little this and that. Hope you like!
#cybergeist#art#fanart#ao3#fanfiction#worldbuilding#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago morro#morro wu#morrocycle#motorcycle#drawing motorcycles with a reference is hard#doing this piece without a referene of a motorcycle was ten times harder#why do i do this to myself#Youtube
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Quick little art challenge of my friend @theelvenartist art style. She and I have done a few of these over the years and I just loveeee her art style. Unfortunately for me it’s legit near impossible for me to replicate XD.
Her style is soft, with clear lines, and intent. My art style is sharp, intentionally vague/implied lines, and with more vibes than anything. Basically hers is the exact opposite of my own lol. Still I love a challenge and doing her art style every once in a while is soooo fun!
#cybergeist#art#worldbuilding#queen#queenofheartsconcept#elven artist#style swap#concept art#story concept
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Was just thinking about the fic ‘Locked Out’ by aro_space on ao3 @pathetichoney , and like the vibe the characters gave off and made a little sketch spread based on four image prompts from Pinterest. The four on top are my art the four on bottom are not my art.
#cybergeist#fanart#art#ao3#fanfiction#danny phantom#boko no hero academia#kirika#funny memes#depressed Danny
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@duckytree found your pretty dick Grayson……I know next to nothing about your big brother au but like….punk child….pretty boy. Now all of these sketches were done in like ten or so minutes all together and it’s kinda a mess, but the need to sketch him very much hit violently, because the way you draw him is just really cool to me….so here. I guess. Have some art! Throws this at you and runs.
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For @wesslan for the amazing fic Cards on the Table. The initial sketch had better proportions cause digital is hard for me, but I l9ve how the colors and cards turned out. I have a few other sketches but we will see if I post those cause ehhhhhhh this was the easy sketch to digitize, and it took a few hours don't wanna do the harder sketch to be honest. Regardless hope you enjoy!
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Now a few of them turned out a little scawampus but like I have one entirely perfect one, none of them leaked, none of them collapsed and I think they are perfect on the inside. I think for our first time making mooncakes me and my mum did a very very good job. These things are not easy to make ok!!!! Happy Belated Lunar New Year y’all!!!!
#cybergeist#food#mooncake#lunar new year#chinese new year#pain#food is hard#I have a perfect one!!!#baking with mom
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Aight did I spend an unhealthy amount of time reading and re reading the fic scouring for details on what both their vigilante outfits looked like….maybe. I also asked the author…..I’m lost ok!!!! I know they both have hoods, armor, and full face masks, and Artemis has his hair somewhat free out of the hood (I think again half of this is guess work y’all) regardless I have like soooo many concept sketches but these two are my favorite right now, cause they have the dynamic poses down and the armor pattern mostly right. So Techno and Ranboo y’all. Techno and Ranboo. @scorpionoesit
Edit: I’m aware Techno has a skull mask and a cape……leave me alone. I was tired when I posted this and I have like twelve designs for Techno alone I just really like his pose in this one ok
#cybergeist#fanart#art#ao3#fanfiction#worldbuilding#scorpionoesit#Orien#Artemis#technoblade#ranboo#action#dynamic art#vigilante au#vagabonds
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Micheal from Vagabonds by @scorpionoesit I’ve been re reading and doing some sketch art for this fic. I really love Tommy and Micheal so I did three quick sketches of Michael on his own then one with him and Tommy. Children are a pain to draw and I feel like the one with him carrying the box might not be quite the right age like the other three but like….i tried ok!!! Also hinting at vitalago when just doing quick ink sketches is soooo hard y’all you have no idea
#cybergeist#fanart#art#ao3#fanfiction#vagabonds#scorpionoesit#michael dsmp#Smol child#hugs#quick sketch#ink drawing
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Did a few sketchs with Morros long hair from Land of the Living (was re reading it recently). I cut my hair recently to about the length I imagine he has in the fic and let me tell you I feel his painnnn!!! I have a few layers as well and I swear unless I crown braid it, my usual half up style just doesn’t cut it when I’m at work (I’m a Nursery School/kindergarten teacher) so like small children lots of running, jumping and generally keeping up with kids. By the end of the day I always have pieces and strands escaping my half up ponytail. If I crown braid it then it stays out of the way, but if I put it all the way up it itches or builds up a tension headache. Basically…Morro is a mood in this fic alright so I drew him with some of my hairstyles that I wear. So have some more art @captainbrookeworm
#cybergeist#fanart#fanfiction#ninjago#ao3#art#lego ninjago#ninjago morro#long hair#hairstyle#land of the living#worldbuilding#morro wu#Morro#this child is a mood#shoulder length hair#why people why
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Joey Tempest abstract realism five minute quick sketch
#Europe#joey tempest#art#fanart#cybergeist#abstract realism#monochrome#five minute sketch#quick sketch
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Did a little art thing it was supposed to be random but I think I accidentally made the first spinjitsu master lol
#cybergeist#fanart#art#ninjago#lego ninjago#the first master#Asian style art#possibly Morro if he never went bad to b honest#love my green child
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I’ve been tagged…hello you have summoned me, sup mates!!!! Alright then hmmmmmm I have a lot that I like….
1. My family, life doesn’t mean much without them
2. Tim Drake my current fanfic character obsession
3. Hugs, and not basic hugs, an all encompassing wrapped up in someone bigger than you but someone who specifically makes you feel safe. Especially when they are twice your size and could crush you like an ant but instead they are being gentle and firm as they hug you. Makes the scary things seem less scary.
4. Rain, unpopular opinion I know but gale force winds, rain coming down in torrents, lighting, and thunder. I love those kinds of storms and I’ve actually spent of few of those nearly falling asleep up in trees that I’ve climbed in the storm. When the winds that strong the tree rocks you. Storms like that bring me such a sense of peace.
5. At the risk of being laughed at, my faith. The Lord is in all aspects of my life, and when I lose people I care about or when accidents and horrible things happen in my life, prayer gives me peace. Idk, call me crazy but my faith brings me joy.
Edit: forgot to put the tags in. So here they are, @theelvenartist @spicy-apple-pie @radiance1 @buggachat @samgirl98 @noir-renard @wolfjackle-subscriptions @letoasai @ew-selfish-art @darkeneddawningmain have at it yall tell us what your five things are I guess lol I’m excited to hear it
5 things that make me happy!!
Tumblr tag game: List 5 things that make you happy and tag 10 people to do the same.
Tagged by the wonderful @introvertia hope your holiday season is happy and peaceful ❤️🥰
1❤️ My cats, Edmund and Sir Charles
2🧡 My sister
3💚 Working on a new sewing project (currently a grey wool coat)
4💙 Watching a new piece of media I can get obsessed with (still waiting on s2 of IWTV)
5💜 My partner, who stands by me through everything
Tagging a bunch more ppl below to list 5 things that make them happy! 🥰🥰🥰 No pressure though!!
@sirsparklepants @ub-sessed @trashcangimmick @missroserose @pointeful @ramenyul @usstrashbarge @swarmofbeesssss @ezra-starkiller @mischiefmetalandmagic
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