Ehhh, Close Enough. The Lizard Actually Just Asked Him To Repeat It In English ( «στα αγγλικά;»,

Baby’s First Year… 1 month:

[She-hulk, the great jade giantess herself, stands outside in the middle of a sunny New York winter afternoon, across the street from an imposing yet nondescript office building complex]

She-Hulk: * shifts the the cooler bag on her shoulder in order to check the building address that was texted to her burner phone: she is in the right location but she is still in denial* “this can’t be the right place, can it?”

She-Hulk: *now inside this ginormous bio-medical building, currently walking through a dark and clearly deserted lobby area towards an elevator, still skeptical* “usually he’s hunkered down in the sewer system or some abandoned subway station… but this, is um, quite the step up…”

She-Hulk: *on an upper floor now, phone flashlight on and her guard up, going carefully down the hallway past empty, dark, medical office after empty, dark, medical office* “it’s still really creepy in here, though… not to mention, did he really have to be so cryptic over text?”

She-Hulk: *finally coming to a stop in front of a bank of ominously darkened lab rooms with floor to ceiling observation windows that bounce her phone’s light back at her* “I mean, what on earth does he need baby formula, five bags of blood, and ‘Legal advice’ for? The blood makes sense, I guess, but there rest? Also, Isn’t he usually asleep at 11 o’clock in the morning?”

She-Hulk: *taking a deep breath before using her light to look through each lab window, she’s not exactly sure what she’ll find … but she knows it’ll be obvious once she’s looking at it * “*sigh* Honestly, what am I getting myself into?”

????: *weakly, a tired, almost anemic sounding voice can be heard from one lab down from where She-Hulk is currently looking* “Ms. Walters? You actually came…”

She-Hulk: *startled, turns her phone light towards the sound, she catches two red eyes in its gleam… * “Michael?!”

She-Hulk: *She bursts into the room, frantically feeling for the light switch on the wall, next to the door; she pauses as the lights reveal the room to her* “Michael!! What the heck is going on…”

Morbius: *Eyes squinted from the sudden brightness, dark five o’clock shadow against pale sweaty flesh, strapped down to a gurney with a nylon belt four fingers wide, blue-black thermal suit haphazardly rolled down to his waist, chest hair matted slick in places from multiple small still oozing wounds* “Jennifer Walters, Truly you are μια υπέροχη πράσινη θεά…”

She-Hulk: *Surprise quickly turns into concern which slowly begins fading into her family’s favorite emotion as she scrolls through her mental list of medical wackos who might do something like this* “Michael Morbius! You have five seconds to explain what’s going on and why you look like the Monty Python rabbit attacked you!

Morbius: *further lowering the volume of his exhausted voice in hopes that She-hulk might mirror him while furtively glancing at something on the floor on the other side of his gurney* “Ok! Ok… if you would just give me one of those blood bags, I can tell you in three, but please… be quieter… we just got the baby down to sleep”

She-Hulk: *moving into the room so she can follow his gaze, also lowering her voice* “Baby ?”

[Her phone light freezes on a questionable sight: on the floor is The Lizard, in just his tattered clothes, breathing softly with eyes seemingly wide open (save for the subtle discoloration of nictitating membranes) curled protectively around a small, pale, sleeping infant swaddled in a grubby lab coat. The baby has sweet little wisps of blond hair , a crusty ring of red encircling his tiny precious lips, and little pudgy fists which are tightly clasped around the tip of The Lizard’s tail.]

She-hulk: *mostly to herself under her breath as she observes the kid* “huh, well that explains the baby formula… hold on, is that-“

Morbius: *interrupting her train of thought, bloodlust starting to cloud his hushed tone, even starting to struggle against his bindings* “yes, tis exactly what you think it is, now how about that blood bag?”

She-Hulk: *remembering the rest of the stuff in her cooler bag, fishing a packet out for him, thinking to add an i.v. tube as a straw before handing it to him; quietly taking note to wait for him to finish before she undoes the straps on him* “oh! Right! Here…”

[one blood bag later, in one room over]

She-Hulk: *looking expectantly at Morbius* “So… is it yours…or?”

Morbius: *no longer restrained and now sitting back in a chair, his wounds already closed up but trying to clean the remaining blood off his chest with anti-septic wipes before he pulls his thermal suit back up, not really looking at She-Hulk while speaking; he’s embarrassed he almost went off on her* “No, not mine biologically…”

She-Hulk: *Jokingly feinting shock * “What? you’re telling me that you and The Lizard didn’t whip that little cutie up in the lab? He looks soooo much like you and Martine…”

Morbius: *bristles at the comment but continues trying break up the matted blood and spittle in his chest hair* “We share some similarities… but no, he is a foundling, whatever ‘Parents’ he had decided to drop him on our doorstep 3 weeks ago.”

She-Hulk: *A bit more serious now* “Oh. I see…How old was he on arrival?”

Morbius: *pausing for a moment, trying to recall but sleep deprivation makes it so much harder * “Hngmm, between Strange and I during our visit last week, we were able to place him at having arrived around a week or so old, give or take a day…”

She-Hulk: *pretty sure the baby looks well over a few weeks old currently…* “I take it he’s not a ‘traditional vampire’ then?”

Morbius: *finally looks up her direction, there is a thousand yard length to his stare; clearly more than just one bag was needed to shake off the rest of his anemia* “Correct, as I stated before, we have ‘similarities’… which Dr.Strange was able to confirm for me during our visit last week. Also, before you ask: if I had to guess, his mother was probably one of Theocritus’ test subjects during the blood hunt, she was probably cured along with the rest of them during her pregnancy but the antidote must not have passed to the child…”

Morbius: *heavily, as if delivering a most grave diagnosis; after which he returns to attending to his chest* “which means, as far as we can tell, he was born like this.”

She-Hulk: *taking that conclusion with the full weight of what she knows about Morbius’ history, plus the grain of salt that is sleep deprivation; She decides to put on her ‘public defender hat’ and start gently steering this conversation to the part she’s been most curious/worried about* “huh, ok… that’s a pretty good explanation of everything, very… succinct. Yep, totally explains two thirds of your text; which I really didn’t understand why you sent to me at first. but… I think I’m starting to get an idea of why, so I’m just going to ask some clarifying questions about that last third: so, what exactly do you need legal advice on?”

Morbius: *finally giving up his cleaning efforts in grouchy exasperation* “Is it not obvious? I wish to know where I stand on Guardianship for το μικρό μύρο, what legal steps must I next take?”

She-hulk: *relieved but still kind of perplexed/startled; also beginning to notice a new problem* “Oh! Thank god, yeah no that makes sense! That’s actually very pragmatic thinking there, Michael. But, I think there’s just a… few little problems with my ability to answer that question…”

Morbius: *slow on the up take and not a fan of where this is going; She-hulk’s legal advice hasn’t steered him wrong, yet… * “Problems?”

She-hulk: *puts up a finger as she lists each problem* “well for one, I only passed the bar in California, which won’t really help in New York… two, I’m a Criminal Defense lawyer not a Family or Immigration Lawyer… three, the baby is technically a US citizen while your legal citizenship is, at best, dubious… , and Four-“

Morbius: *Exhausted, fangs gritted like a dam to hold back the bitter tears welling up behind bloodshot red eyes. his despair demands that he stop her; upon finishing he dramatically hangs his head in his hands in as an expression of tired defeat* “Ok! Ok! I get the point! But you can not tell Morbius that it would not be different if anyone else had found him!! Morbius, and only Morbius, knows what that child will go through! And! And, only… I will be the one to save him from it…”

She-hulk: *Talking in the third person is a bad sign with him, it definitely means she struck a nerve… she-hulk pauses a moment to choose her next words carefully: firm but gently she says* “hey… hey… I wasn’t trying to ‘make a point’ about anything. I am sorry I got carried away, but what I want you to know is that getting the answers to all these questions first is actually going to be your next step. Unfortunately, I am just not equipped to give you these answers right now; but I am willing to take some time… and ask some friends… and and eventually get back to you on this, ok?”

[no response from Morbius]

She-hulk: *concerned, decides maybe he’s being sulky* “do you hear me Michael? I promise I’m going to help you, ok?”

[ when she still receives no response from him, she gets up from her chair and carefully goes over to check on him]

She-Hulk: *tries to get his attention verbally first, but when he still doesn’t respond she tries snapping her fingers near one of his sensitive pointy ears* “Michael?” *snap* *snap*

She-Hulk: *surprisingly still no response, so she checks his vitals: pulse is steady and so is his breathing… which can only mean one thing: he’s just sleeping; albeit while still seated stiff as a board in his position of despair* “wait a minute… what?! Do you really go into rigor-mortis when you fall asleep?? Goddamnit Michael…”

She-Hulk: *incredulous but not surprised, she decides to let him rest* “You know what? I’ll just text him later tonight to make sure he understands that I’m gonna help… until then, though, I’ll see myself out…”

[part 1 of 6]

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Michael Morbius haircut

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

I need a story to go with this art, what a fun crossover!

Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

You know what, I want to eventually introduce y’all to my dnd characters, because they are my personal blorbos and the only people who know about them, well, already know about them. Which makes it kind of hard to just share things about them…

Of course I’m not gonna dump all my babies on y’all in one post. Where would be the fun in that?

Today I just want to introduce you to my son, Anthony. I mean son quite literally, because he is the child of my player character before him in this campaign. Her name was Cheryl, and she was a housewife from the 70s who got isekaied to a magical fantasy land and conscripted to represent the god of druids in a prophecy. She was wildfire Druid w/ a bat familiar the size of a shih tzu, enough said.

Alas, if I’m talking about her son, then you can guess that poor Cheryl did not make it.

From his perspective, at 2 years old, his mother died in house fire one morning while cooking breakfast for him and his big sister, Sheri. He and his sister survived, of course, and he was later sent to live with his mother’s family in Montana when the Arizona State courts ruled his father unfit to care for both children.

He didn’t figure out what actually happened to his mother until he was in his 30s and the same thing happened to him!

Anthony worked as a stuntman and creature actor in Hollywood for most of his adult life. They were all small parts until he got offered a role in a weird vampire/superhero sequel in the late 90s/early 2000s. Sometime in the late spring/early summer of 2001, during filming in Europe, he got isekaied on set when a stage light fell on him.

When he was summoned he was in full costume and wearing SFX makeup. So the magic, which made things like another PC’s foam Larp armor into genuine metal plate, interpreted his makeup as his default race…

Thus making him a Living Dhampire!

This had fun consequences for Anthony, such as: the party trying to kill him the first they met him, Fantastic racism from the locals, and re-learning how to close his mouth.

Just like his mother, Anthony became a Druid and took up the party’s quest. He was a Primordial Druid, though, and where his mother specialized in fire magic, he specialized in wind/weather spells.

He also had a bat companion, but she was about golden retriever sized and had a knack for biting things instead of setting them on fire. Her name is Cama, and she recently grew big enough to ride.

There is a lot I could go on to tell y’all about Anthony, but that would take too long, so here’s a lightning round of fast facts:

He has his mother’s freckles, even in Dhampir form

He’s terrified of chickens and large fires

He ate a devil fruit, it was a Lizu-lizu no mi: chameleon model

Some visual inspirations for him include: Pedro pascal, Miguel O’Hara, reaper vampires from blade 2 and 90s cartoon Morbius

His favorite superhero is the human torch

He calls the spell ‘flame shield’ ‘mother’s love’ in dedication to his mother

He still carries his first piece of fan mail on him, it was from his sister

And He briefly contracted lycanthropy.

I have other player characters that I can talk about , if people want to know, So feel free to ask about them.

And if you have questions about/or for Anthony, or about the campaign he and his mother are from, please ask them too!

I love him🥰

He’s so angular ✨

And that expression says he’s seen it all and remains unimpressed by it 😂

Reverted back to the Marvel fandom for a while during my family trip

Did some experimental art with Morbius for fun

I don’t know who to send this to 🤷