#oc vermin

[benrey-bone-god]

Vermin doodles plus strawberry cream

Vermin belongs to my husband @agender-umby

[cryptidwritings]

Comfortember #7 : comfort item

Masterlist

content: implied past experimentation and torture, mutation, inhuman whumpee, scientist caretaker, death mention, needle mention.

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"The thing in pod eleven won't calm down. Whenever any of us walk past, it starts attacking the glass."

Caretaker looked at the guard, "eleven?"

"Yes."

He turned back to his computer and did a quick search through the outdated database. His teammate assured him that the encryption would be cracked in a few hours, but until then the information he could glean without a secure login was sparse.

All he could see was a brief description. height: 4ft 3in. Weight: a meager 50 pounds. Temperament: Hostile.

"Take me to it," he insisted.

The guard escorted him down two floors where the elevator descended from the open air to surrounded by solid rock on either side. When the elevator opened, he felt like he had stepped onto a new planet.

A series of blue and green lights flickered throughout the space, pointing at pod-like structures with glass that bubbled outward. Only a few were still lit, though when they had arrived, every pod was packed with... things.

Caretaker had helped lead the takeover of this facility. It was supposed to have been decommissioned over two decades ago, but was kept running by dirty money and a sick man's thirst for cruelty beyond anything Caretaker had ever seen. It was this cruelty that led Medic to make the tough decision to put most of the specimens out of their misery.

The report stated that only three were viable. Of the few, two had functional systems but with little to no response besides the occasional garbled sound.

As Caretaker approached pod eleven, he could see the naked frame huddled in the center of the floor, combing its fingers through its thick mop of tangled hair that fell well past its shoulders. It looked up as it heard his footstep along the concrete.

Caretaker was met with hatred as it barred its teeth and hissed, then lunged forward, smacking into the glass with a horrible thump.

The guard reared back in surprise, but Caretaker stood firm then crouched down to look the thing in the eye. If it weren't for its slightly elongated pupil and light purple cornea, the thing could have easily been mistaken as human. Maybe at one point it was.

It continued to bang on the glass, going so far as to slam its own head against it hard enough to draw blood. Then it began to pace, staring at Caretaker with the eye of malice and murderous intent with blood dripping down its forehead.

Suddenly Caretaker's walkie sounded off. The hack was successful, and he was needed.

He stood, and nodded to the specimen.

"I'll be back tomorrow," he said, noticing how that statement made the thing growl again, "we can sit and chat. Or just sit."

He turned to walk away, and heard the thump of its body hitting the glass again. That was alright. It was good, because this specimen had Fight, and if it had Fight, that meant it wanted to live.

"Get it some new clothes."

"Yes, sir."

He went back and the new clothes were in tatters, and it was pacing. Caretaker took a seat on the ground, and the specimen stopped pacing, then sat as well, looking into the scientists eye; mocking him.

He sat across from it, and it sat across from him. He studied it, and it glared at him, and after an hour the scientist would get up and tell the thing it would be back again the next day.

So on it continued for another week, then two. The pods were dismantled around it; it's less violent pod-mates moved to another wing for rehabilitation.

This change had little emotional effect on it. Though as more days passed, he would find it sitting on the ground versus hunched over itself.

Then one day, Caretaker walked in to the almost barren room to find the specimen waiting for him, wearing the new clothes, and it looked up at Caretaker with its first semblance of an awkward, but genuine, expectant smile.

On that day, Caretaker wanted to give it something. Something it could use, but not break or use to hurt itself.

He sat on the ground and smiled a bit before reaching into his jacket. The thing saw and watched with careful apprehension, even leaning back and away, as if waiting for something to come through the glass and attack it.

Caretaker went slow, keeping one hand up as he finished revealing what was in his pocket - a whistle. He lifted it to his lips, watching the specimen carefully.

He blew, and the sound of an owl's hoot came out of the end, and the specimens eyebrows stitched together, looking at the object with fascination.

Caretaker did it again, and then offered it through the food hatch.

It stayed there for a moment, and the specimen came closer and timidly reached for the object. It touched the plastic and reared back, hiding behind its own arm for a moment before peeking back out and eyeing the scientist.

It then reached out and grabbed the object, twisting it in its hands as it studied it carefully. Eventually it brought it to its lips, and gave a small blow. The noise hooted in its ears, and something came alive within it.

"It's a bird caller," Caretaker explained, "outside, it can attract real owls if you're patient enough. Maybe one day you can try it."

Specimen looked up at that. It's eyes darkened with skepticism.

Outside. Outside was for humans. Outside was for white coats and needles and fire and excrutiating pain. Inside its pod, it was safer. Not safe - it was never safe - but white coats don't go inside the pod.

It shook its head, but held on to the object, not knowing why, but knowing it didn't want to let it go.

[malumvermis]

MONGRELTOWN MISCHIEF: NEW REDESIGNS & SOME STORY INFO

as much as i love my initial designs of the rat & rabbit duo, i had to scrap them because they ended up not really matching the vibe of the setting i came up with.

so here are the new ones! plus there's a cat fella now, but as you can see, it's Julius, not Pete! don't worry, soon you'll see him too.

now, i've been working on the actual story of MM, and here's what i have so far. warning for very brief mentions of death, drowning, and criminal stuff, i guess.

Willie and Julius make up the crew of a steamboat named "Iron Will". Julius is the captain, he's in charge of navigation, keeping track of the resources, paperwork and other important stuff. He might come off as rude and harsh, even overbearing at times, but it's only because he takes his job very seriously and just generally has a lot of things to be worried about. Julius is very responsible, and he's got a kind heart and a great sense of humor.

Willie is a deckhand, pretty much doing the dirty work. They're a cheerful, rambunctious scamp, who's clearly hiding some inner turmoil behind their silly jokes and crazy antics. Often described by others as childish and reckless, it has a hard time keeping up with society's demands and expectations. (hey, Willie's canonically autistic, if you're wondering. he just like me fr.)

Willie and Julius rarely, if ever, get along. But despite their constant banter and bickering, they try their best to look out for each other. They both detest their job and the man they work for. Who is none other than the ruthless and fearsome crime lord Pete Bullet, boss of the local mafia. Aside from various cargo transportation, he often tasks them with disposing of evidence or carrying out executions. So the actual plot of the story basically starts with the Iron Will's crew having to kill a guy. You know, tie him to some concrete blocks and let him go for a swim. The issue is, they CAN'T do that. Because that guy turns out to be Willie's long lost brother Lucky! Thus, start the glorious misadventures of our critters, as they decide to claim the boat for themselves and try to escape the wrath of the mob.

[electrozeistyking]

So I don't know if SideVermin93 has a tumblr, but if someone could either tag them or send this their way, that'd be greatly appreciated. And seriously, don't knock Rebel Path simply because it features an OC; it does frequently follow Uzi's perspective, anyway.

C is a fun (if tragic) addition to the cast, and I love his use of colourful language. I may have quoted him a few times, I'm not gonna lie. Overall, I genuinely laughed out loud and smiled a bunch while reading this, which hasn't happened in quite some time.

Basically, as a thank you for making me laugh, here's the Ye Olde disassembly drone who is tired of this shit.

[verminedev]

I made some outfits for Pamela because I love drawing outfits and Pamela.

[secteel]

No way are we the baddies here?? Old blood bad yo?? 👀👀👀

Second pic credits to @yajko

[meltymoth]

i think i've formulated a nice efficient process for at least starting off pieces :3 i was a bit dissatisfied about... tiny lil details, limitations in the methods/digital tools i was using but this feels like it's just super solid. the short of it is, multiply is cool and good actually

[puzzleddonkey]

Edgar n Jackass doodle I will not finish + Edgar in his uniform doodle + aggie doodles + server banger

[macattackz]

Vermin’s Smile Ventures

god save me

[filthyguts]

vermin posting

[bichadraws]

Malison for @jocular-claymore - Commissions Info -

[rodentbloodart]

some quick doodles of Vermin in her Hallownest form as I continue to struggle to break out of this awful art block

[tamarieatsbatteries175]

AWH FUCK YEAH THE REFRENCES FOR THE REGIONS AND SLUGCATS ARE DONE!!!!!!!!

All the stuffs under cut cuz i dont want to flood peoples dashes lol

REGIONS:

Rusted Platform

Overgrown Facility

Dead Desert

SLUGCATS:

Comin out with a huge infodump on flashfloods lore and shit so i can tell more about all this on there

Serpent and Vermin got name changes!!

[raphaelsredtwin]

Here it is! The amazing @drill-teeth-art Oc, Unspirol! And the my own OC's Pest (left) and Vermin (right)!! I had latta fun drawing this :)

Tumblr plz don't crunch the quality-

With the twins, and the stand alone below the cut

Sorry she's a bit off :3 I didn't have much to go off of :3 but enjoy!!!

[verminedev]

Them

Michael & Angelo | OCs

theres lore

[secteel]

Smh the DPI of my IPad-