#beaky-beast

[gorbalsvampire]

Superpower

"... so that's the long an' the short of it. All sins forgiven, all debts cancelled, if you just get out there an' make some fuckin' noise this weekend. I want the polis scraped out like your nan's been extra tight wi' the jam this Sunday. Any questions?"

The place falls very quiet. It's long and low and undergound; nestled into an arch of the railway, good old fashioned bricks and mortar, wood and brass, proper pint pots under the bar for the lads who've been coming in here since their grandas were still alive. And tonight, every granda who's still alive is in here, and they've brought their sons, and their sons' sons, because this is unheard of.

He's alive. And he's back. And he's calling us all in.

Either side of the entrance, Frankie and Sorcha are perched on tables. Frankie swings her legs to and fro, buckled boots clacking together arrhythmically; Sorcha watches her da with her head cocked and her eyes wide. Either side of the kitchen door, Finlay and Cali: dark herringbone and Harris tweed, tie and cravat, both flat-capped, armed and dangerous in an expensive kind of way.

Alistair's glare sweeps up and down the bar and the booths. Hawkish. Poised. There's always one. One wanker who -

"Fuck are we doin' cuttin' about after this, what, this fuckin' retired Batman villain? Fuckin' look at 'em!"

There's always one.

It's true; two goth girls, a hipster, a legitimate businessman, and a pensioner in his hornrims and creepers. They aren't exactly your modern road men, are they? No snapbacks and Adidas, no gym bags and vapes.

Alistair sighs, pushes his glasses up his beaky nose, and waves his hand, shoo-shoo, then turns it, beckoning with all four fingers. The ned who'd spoken slides off his stool and swaggers up. Class clown. Thinks six figures in coke makes him a hard case.

What does he know? He is only human. Bolt him down.

"That's verrah funny," he says. "Funny bastard. Would you like to see my superpower?"

"Aye. C'mon. Let's have it." The idiot turns to the room, egging his mates on, trying to whip something up. The younger crowd, they're into it. The older ones, the old men with two generations in with them tonight? They're not laughing. They know what's coming. They remember.

Alistair leans in closer as the younger man turns back to face him, and murmurs. If only he'd been looking - he might have seen Alistair's jaw shift, his eyes darken, the shadows falling as the Beast stirs. It's been a hell of a week; fire, and bullets, and burning bright light, and death in the family, and his baby girl weeping into the holes as she pulls bullets out of him, and he has had enough.

"I know exactly how you're going to die. And when. And where."

"Oh, ah! I bet you do. I bet you're gonna say it's right fuckin' here right fuckin' now, ah?"

Puff, puff, puff. Strutting with his chest up like a baby bird. Alistair grins. Let him see the edge of the Bite. Let him see what happens when he jumps up out of the nest and makes a fucking scene of himself.

Alistair huffs. Chuckles, humourlessly. "Don't be daft. You don't die in here."

This close, Alistair sees the shock blooming across the younger man's face, when he realises what's just happened, when he feels four inches of Gallowglass steel punch into his gut, clean and cold and - and Alistair twists the knife, and the shock on his face turns to something wide and raw.

Alistair can smell it, feel it. Thick, hot, heady, running down the blade and over his cold hand. He can smell fear, and pain, and regret, and life, cowering and apologetic life. Everything you don't get from a roll of tanners and a dozen plastic bags. He's got better things to do than this, most nights, and he makes do, but - this is living. Or not. Really, it's dying. That's the point.

The hawk can see you, baby bird. One look into those eyes, and you will freeze. You'll forget you ever learned to fly, what flying even is. You're looking at death, and you didn't even know it was real until just this minute.

Alistair's hand squeezes his collarbone - not unfriendly, not even really hurting all that much.

"You die in the kitchen," he murmurs, and then it's a bark, hoarse and ripping out of him, because there's blood running down the inside of his sleeve and it's getting very hard to ignore. "Finlay! Cali! Take this dopey cunt in the back. I'm havin' him for my fuckin' breakfast. The rest of you, get out my sight and get tae work!"

Two young men in suits drag a young man in a tracksuit away. An old man, and two beautiful women in black, follow him out. They are the only people moving in their direction. Everyone else is, at last, doing what they're told.

This is progress. Good honest progress. Not a lie in it. And that young twat with the mouth that runs faster than his brains? He dies exactly where, and when, and how Alistair saw it. On his back, thrashing on a steel worktop, with three sets of fangs in him.

Hell of a week.

[gyorogyoro]

Tomodachi Life Mii Dump

A bit different than my usual posting but feel free to take these Miis for yourself. I just evicted half of the residents from my island, who had almost filled up the entire building. It's why I don't make OCs. They can be edited in case you want to change some features. May add more codes to this post some other time.

Concert Hall Song Collection

Might as well turn this into another masterpost. Note that some songs are character-specific.

Metal

Ass on Fire

Somebody come help・My ass is on fire・It’s burning like hell・I drop to my knees・Don’t know how to roll・So I stop and・Let the flames eat my ass・Until all’s left is ash

It’s Not Great To Be King

It’s not great to be king・When your knights are complete dumb asses・Like what the fuck?・Can this get any worse?・This is why I’m going to・Execute them・I am too proud for this・Worthless boy band shit

Queen’s Inferno

You traitorous sons of branches・I busted my abdomen guarding you・Yet you pussy willowed・And spilled out the seeds・Did you know, without me・You’d be cut into kindling・Now your elder is dead・Wildfire be upon ye

Threat Level Egg

Oh my god what just happened?!・The almighty Beast King got martyred!・It's that bald dude・What the hell is he?!!・I'll just dig myself・out of this horror.・I hope he won't find me・and martyr me too.

Pop

Beaky Chibi (Djehuty)

I judge people・That's what I do・I'm pretty good at it・The book says we need to play nice・But bawkak!・Who listens to・the book, am I right?・I make things go BOOM!・Boom boom boom! Pew pew pew!・Nun deez fools know how to have a gud time・Do you want some buk?

Mr. Saddlebags

Di de di da・Di de doe doe・Di ba di de doe・Di de de di de doe day・That's it!・Yeehaw! Ha!・Ha! Here we go!・Di ba di de doe・Di de di da di de doe・Di de de di de de doe day・That's all there is to it!

Salad Bar (Sutekh)

I love eating・tossed salads・with their leafy goodness.・Yeah yeah you know that it's true!・Yummy!・Oh my I love eating greens・especially lettuce・although this dressing tastes weird.・WAIT A MINUTE, THAT'S NOT SALAD DRESSING!・HERU, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

Young Beauty

How do I look?・Yes, I'm rich!・Watch and learn!・Aren't you an adorable thing・Darling・You're not ready・For what you are about to face・I give the orders!・Keep young and beautiful・Forbidden fruit's the most tempting...・Victory looks good on me!

Rock & Roll

Freedom Retriever (Anpu)

You lookin' for・some freedom kid?・Let's light 'em up!・It's so glorious!・Rockets red glare.・Bombs burstin' in air!・The bigger they are・The harder they fall・Freedom never dies・Stars and stripes forever!

Return The Slab

The Man in Gauze・The Man in Gauze・King Ramses・He’s no Santa Claus・Return The Slab・Or I send the curses・First comes the flood・Then plays my song・No stoppin’ these locusts・Until you return my damn slab!

Trash

Taking the trash・Out to the dumps・It stinks like ass・Out in the dumps・Debris starts driftin'・Scraps start scatterin'・Rubbish starts rollin'・Garbage starts gatherin'・Get out the way・Lest the trash thrashes you down

Rap

Heavy Hitter (Anpu)

Everyday's a hustle!・My life's a bustle!・Only one man leaves this ring!・Get knocked out.・I ain't done yet・You started this fool.・This hood ain't safe!・Yo momma so ugly・She turn Medusa to stone・Them streets are dangerous・Gotta keep up these gains・Keep on keepin' on・Nothing two fists can't take!

Sandstorm (Sutekh)

Run them thru, run them thru・My wrath is unleashed・Face the crushing sands・Do you feel that?・The sands stirring・To stand against me・is to stand against the sands・Through chaos and strife・The strong survive・I see the path ahead!・The age of Set's begun!・My power’s unbounded・All hail Lord Set!

Ballad

Love, Sacrificed

If everyone saw you how I did・Maybe they too will shed tears for you・An innocent punished・for sins not of his own・If only l'd been there to halt・Your greatly undeserved demise・You'd still be here with us・Alas...・The witch has hunted you・So I'll seek her・And I'll slay her・To avenge・My love

Opera

Jackal Knight (Anpu)

I aim to serve・the royal king・I playeth well wit sword・None shall pass・I shall giveth thee a warrior’s death・Thou shalt suffer!・To hell with thee!・I shall guard my king・and realm at any cost・Charge, my brethren・Die by mine own sword!

Judgement Day (Djehuty)

I have been charged・With judging their fates・& have found them guilty・Now you die・Your day of judgement is nigh・So many names・In the dead book・Give me the bird’s-eye view・Let us do this by the book・Fight the judge of・the dead and fall

Mad Alice

You fear the truth・You live in shadows・retreat into the sterile・safety of your・own self-delusions・or risk inevitable・annihilation・If you destroy me・you destroy yourself・You'll lose yourself・forever

Techno

Death Sentence (Anpu)

With this I bring death・Come look into my eyes and・Gaze upon death itself・I must hurry・My enemies await judgement・You've been judged・Your heart weighs・heavy with greed・Now join me in the・realm of the dead・let the eternal darkness embrace you

Musical

Beauty of the Beast

Look around you there are creatures・of all sizes and shapes.・Isn't that wonderful・to behold the beauty・in even the strangest of beasts?・The beauty that ends up・becoming too much.・Nooo, take it all back!・Can't feel this way oh no・I'm hot for monsters!

K9 (Anpu)

I need everyone to stay calm・Let's bust some crooks!・All gods are equal in・the eyes of the law!・Anything you say can and will・be used against you.・Don't do the crime・if you can't do the time.・I'm too old for this.・Anyone got a donut?

The Great Circus Roast

Are you ready for the best roast・of the Cirque des Cartes?・As the circus ringleader・I am quite excited・So get ready viewers・The roast will start now・Cerebella's a whore・Feng's a flatbread・Beatrix is a bitch・Taliesin's a fuckboy

Use a Line (Confessions)

Dump the Chad and get yourself a Vlad.

If you sad in life, use MSG. If you happy in life, use MSG.

[nixliz]

more worldbuilding shit sorry

Homo Imperfectus - The Monster Tamers

homo imperfectus are a species of tool-using, sapient and intelligent lifeforms populating the world of reako, believed to have been created during the precursor gene pool experiment as slaves or laborers by certain groups of ancient precursor clans shortly before the event that erased all traces of precursor existence off the planet, the great wipe. it is theorized that, despite similarities in genome, h. imperfectus survived the great wipe since, at the time, they were much less sophisticated, most of their great intelligence suppressed by their inherent codependance on the precursor race - when their creators ceased existence, their subservience turned to a strong sense of curiosity regarding the nature of their existence, and they quickly repurposed the remaining precursor technologies and built modern society as we know it today, living in surprisingly peaceful harmony with the formidable beasts that lurk in reako's wilderness. they are referred to by human terms (ex. "people", "man", "woman", "child", so on) - occasionally they are referred to as "beakies" or "monster tamers".

they are identified by their pointy head-shape and long snout, ontop of their raptorial feet (adept at climbing) and pointed claws. despite being omnivores, they have pointed carnivorous teeth and a forked tongue (albeit the tongue shape appears to be aesthetic as they lack a vomeronasal organ to utilize it). they are monotremes, laying eggs after a short gestation period, and lack navels or mammaries. eggs hatch with the newborn knowing how to walk and stand upright. their skin color is usually a pale shade of grey, although more familiar shades of beige and brown are known. they are usually hairless, but occasionally they are seen with heads of hair, seemingly not tied to sex (women and men are equally as bald)

while their society is familiar to our own (save for the dangerous genetically modified creatures lurking every corner of the wilds), they all have an inherent tie to nature and their own existence, although how they process and express it is wildly up to their own personality and beliefs. some are devoutly religious and rationalize the curiosities of the world and their creators as the work of a group of gods, some choose to pursue science or archaeology to unravel the mysteries of reako, and some see themselves as a piece of a larger puzzle the precursors left behind in order for them to complete by any means necessary. regardless of their worldview, their inherent link with nature allows them a seemingly unnatural ability to tame and coexist with the monsters of reako, even the ones that would thoughtlessly maim or devour any other living being.

[onggi]

I Never Knew A Stranger

The first time I meet Sandy, it’s like this:

I’m in town with some of my boys, except really I’m their boy, on account of how I’m really just one in a hundred cattle ranchers working for Big Nigel. He don’t pay much, but it’s more than I can get anywhere else, and I get to see the whole world in all her beautiful little ways from the back of old, sweet Deborah. The boys like me enough, tolerate me more than enough, and pay me attention less than enough, so it ain’t too hard for me to sneak away when they get so drunk that they start clamouring for the women.

See, I love women. I love their noses, soft buttons or sharp prickling needles, and I love their voices, gritty and warm or high and musical. I love their chests, soft to touch, and I love their thighs, thick with meat or skinny as a rib. But I ain’t never found the pleasure in laying with a woman thus far, and it ain’t right for a guy like me to be letting a lady down like that, a good honourable woman. It’s much easier for me to just wriggle outta there before the boys get rowdy, especially since Deb’s the sensitive sort, don’t really like being tended to by strangers. She gets mighty huffy the next day, all betrayed like.

I’m on my way to Deb, I swear it, but I’m the sort to get distracted real easy, and that’s when I see him.

He’s like a shadow creeping slowly out from behind you, stretched five different ways by the setting sun and none of them really as human as they oughta be. He’s thick, built like a fucking brick wall, and dammit if I don’t catch myself staring at him, the way his silhouette cuts through the sunset like a knife. The brim of his hat shadowing his face, that beaky fucking nose, thin mouth pulled tight like my momma’s always did before she pulled me by the ear and shrieked Thomas! loud enough to scatter the cattle five miles away; all of it makes one helluva picture, dark and red like one of them fancy wax seals stamped on an envelope.

He’s doing something with his hands, all nimble and delicate like, though it mostly just looks suspicious seeing a guy like him hanging around in the shadows, looming like a big old tree. I’m trying to figure out what he’s doing exactly, but then his gaze snaps up to meet mine.

Dark black eyes like the devil. Scruff on his chin, the kind I can never really grow out. He’s everything I ever imagined a cowboy to be back when I was just small town Thomas, never outta my momma’s sight.

“Awfully sorry for staring atcha, partner.” I wave, but it’s too fucking awkward when he don’t respond, so I drop my hand. “It’s only on account of the fact that I ain’t never seen you ‘round before and I’m familiar with these parts, if you’ll be seeing what I mean.”

Silence, dead as the bone white carcass the boys and I passed on our way into the town. Drought, they said. Drought, they always say. As I look at this beast of a man, my throat feels dry as ever.

His hands are still for a moment before he stashes whatever it was he was fiddling with in a pocket. Bites his lip. Then looks away, a visible dismissal.

Only thing is, I ain’t one to leave quietly when I’m dismissed, so I roll down my sleeves and saunter up easy as pie, hoping I’m looking just a smidge more respectable than I usually do. He don’t acknowledge my presence, even when we’re both stood right up against each other, way closer than respectable, and he don’t even glance over when I give him my best Sunday smile.

See, I’ve never been one to back away from a mystery. My Aunt Gemma used to say, if the cat’s outta the bag, it’s because Thomas opened it. And she weren’t wrong, not one bit, because when I was a boy, I used to wonder what happened to the cattle come their first birthdays. Learned not to ask my daddy any questions long time before, but he saw the way I hung around the calves petting and feeding them, so he prob’ly thought it was about time I learned the way of things. He took me by the shoulder and held me so tight I thought I would break as the men cut down little Mikey, my favourite pretty boy from the year before with eyes so round and dark I could swim in ‘em. When the blood wet my shoes, I told myself I’d never fall in love with one of them babies again, not knowing what would happen in the end. But I still named them every year without fail and cried into momma’s skirts when they were led into the slaughterhouse one by one.

“Folks ‘round here call me Dusty. What’s your name?”

He looks at me with his big black eyes, wary like he’s about to bolt. I got half a mind to put my hands up and whoa, whoa like he’s a big horse, but even if he’s a beast of a man, he ain’t no horse. If anything he’d be a wolf, lone hunter. They say wolves travel in packs, though. This guy ain’t got no pack, no siree.

“Carlyle Sanderson.” It’s gruff, punctuated heavily by the stiffening of shoulders, but it’s enough.

“Alright then, Mr Sanderson,” I say, gnawing on my own smile so hard it feels like I’m gonna bleed. “How ‘bout I call you Sandy?”

I weren’t knowing then that the thing he’d been fiddling with was a ring. I weren’t knowing what would happen next, or the day after, or years later, blood dripping down my brow. Into the slaughterhouse, one by one.

I weren’t knowing any of it.

And yet I named him anyway.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 52

Another serious NEED to know what's gonna happen has gripped me all this past week and I've REALLY been trying to avoid spoilers across the board ... seriously, these major shakeups are EXHAUSTING ...

But FINALLY ... answers ...

OMAR!!! OMAR'S IN THE STUDIO!!! HELLO CUTIE!!! I love that corgi guys, I love him so much ... awwwwww ... he's ALREADY causing chaos and I love it ... and Ashley cooing over him is just the cutest thing. :3

Sam: "Sometimes we do GOOD things!" Yeah, and we love you guys for it.

HALF of Bells Hells indeed ... oof ... seriously guys, NOW WHAT?!!!

Wait ... WAIT!!! Where are the others? Where are Marisha and Liam and Taliesin? AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Mercer why are you doing this to us?

Fearne: "What do I smell like?" WAY to give the werewolf ideas, Calloway!

What? WHY does she have to roll a D100 to message Laudna? Oh ... WHAT?!!! FUCK!!! 6 points of psychic damage? Even halved ... oh, that is just CRUEL ...

FCG tries instead ... DID HE roll better? Oh no ... no, it doesn't work either ... oh gods no ... no no no ...

Whoa ... so their magic DOES still work, then ... but does FCG's goddess magic work now? Is the Changebringer still okay? Can he still contact her? Hmmmm ... this is so worrying ...

Oh, so he CAN still use Guidance? Phew ...

The Crystalsands Tundra ... so they ARE in Wildemount! Oh shit!

FCG: "Is it always cold like this?" Chetney: "Oh yeah, it's always pretty ... it's pretty titty!"

Yeah, Ashton has the hole ... why? What do they need?

No Taste of Tal'dorei pot-holder ... yeah ...

She's trying to contact Laudna AGAIN ... shit ... I saw that coming but it was still painful.

Fearne: "What if we're the last ones?" No, really, don't go there, kid ...

FCG tries to cast sending to DORIAN ... oh yeah, that's smart ... BOLLOCKS!!!

More sexy scars for Chet then ... XD

This is all really making me so uncomfortable like back when half the Nein got kidnapped znd then we lost Molly ... PLEASE don't go that way again, I don't know if I can handle it ...

Oh yeah, this place is just UNPLEASANT, isn't it?

Shelter ... need some shelter ... ugh, this is so bad ...

Flying, yes, that's a good idea ... except maybe for the windchill factor ... oof ...

A giant shoebill? Awesome, I love those freaky machine gun beaky dinosaur bird things ... XD

Oh yeah, shoebills are cute in a really NIGHTMARE FUEL kind of way ...

Planerider Chetney rides again ... yeah, that went about the way I expected ... XD

Uh oh ... what's THAT under the snow? Oh shit ... are we all sbout to die?

Detect Thoughts? Really? Hmmm ... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Oh shit! What the fu ... INITIATIVE?!!! ALREADY?!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Travis: "Oh my god! We're gonna die!" Fuck yeah, that is HORRIBLE!!! Laura: "Oh yeah, I would've attacked that right away!" Matt: "Well then roll so you can see if you DO attack it right away!"

It's not a beast? CRAP!!! Fearne can't dominate it! Aaaaahhh!

FCG: "We don't have our people who do the big damage, so WE gotta do the big damage!" 16 doesn't do shit? Oh fuck ... "Shield of Help?" Ye gods ...

A TORRENT OF FREEZING AIR!!! AAAAAAHHH!!! 42 points of cold damage? Holy fuck!

Frozen faces in the ice? Oh my GODS that is fucked up ...

Lightning Bolt! Yes! DO IT IMOGEN!!! BOOSH!!! NINE D6 of damage? Holy fuck ...

Oh yeah, her arm makings ... hmmm ...

Yeah, Turmoil! Always fun! That's sweet! Boom! Bye bye ice arch! Yeah, flames are good right now!

Oh gods, now what?

TWO shapes? Huh? What?

HOLY FUCK, more players ... AABRIA!!! OH MY GODS!!! HELLO!!! THAT IS SO COOL AND SUCH A WONDERFUL SURPRISE!!!

Christian Navarro is an Aeormaton?! Ooooooooh shit! WHAAAAAAAT?!!! With a blunderbus arm! So cool! So this is like a COOL version of FCG, then?

Aabria is a gnome! Cute cute cute ... I love it!

Scorching Ray! Yeah! Do it Fearne! And she MISSES TWICE?!!! Seriously? At least the third hits ... it takes DOUBLE damage from fire? Interesting ...

Oh no no no ... not that ice breath AGAIN ...

Aaaaaah ... FCG's saw ain't doing SHIT! Spiritual Weapon! Okay ... in the form of NICK JONAS?!!! Really? I mean I guess it WILL hurt ...

The best rule of all in D&D IS the Rule of Cool after all ...

MASS HEALING WORD!!! YES!!! DO THAT!!!

Oh yeah, Mass Cure Wounds WOULD work better ... yeah, 30 HP boost to EVERYBODY!!! Sweet!

Fuck! All that healing and FCG just lost essentially ALL OF IT right away! Fuck!

FINALLY that bloody saw hits it! Oof ... at least it's A LITTLE damage ...

Mystery new aeormaton is BADASS!!! Nice! Action Surge? OH!!! So she's a Fighter! Awesome!

A Lightning Bolt THROUGH its head? Oh shit yeah ... please work ... 31 points of damage! Oof! Nice one Imogen!

Sneaky Chetney, sneaky ...

FCG (to Fearne): "Don't hit Nick Jonas!" Fearne: "Magic's a little tricky, no promises!" Oh SWEET!!! HDYWTDT!!! POW!!! Burns the eyes RIGHT OUT of its head! Awesome! So cool!

Yes! They're Friendlies!

Deanna ... oh, wait ... OH SHIT, so she KNOWS Chetney? Wait ... oh yes! WE DO know that name! YES!!! She's his ex! Yes! And she clocks him! Of course she does!

D? D? Oh yes ... yes, D ...

FRIDA. Cool. This is really something.

Chetney: "I was not planning on seeing a romantic person from my backstory!" No shit, Chet! This is like SO awkward ...

Oh yes, how long HAS IT been?

Deanna's a cleric of the Dawnfather? Interesting ... she's LOSING CONTACT with him? That's interesting in a really worrying way ...

Matt's face when they ask if FRIDA has a tongue ... XD

Wait ... how did THAT fit in her pocket? Deanna knits in the same way Chetney does woodwork ... oh, that is so cute ... this is like adorable AND awkward ...

Imogen (in Chetney's head): "You doin' okay?" Chetney: "Help!"

Yeah, camping might be best ...

Race for Guidance ... :3

Wow ... Chetney is just SQUIRMING so badly ... this is so totally my trash right now ... whoa ... Deanna DIED?!!! WHAAAAAAAT?!!!

She was dead for 200 YEARS?!!! That's incredible! Wow ... Deanna's snowflake analogy is so moving ...

FCG (to Deanna): "You have STEW?!!! (to Chetney) Why did you leave this woman?"

Interesting ... FRIDA's story is ... very moving ... and tragic ... oof ... no wonder these two are so attached to each other.

Aabria: "My first whisper!" Awwwwww ...

Removable face plate! Oh! FRIDA's an acronym! Cool!

Oh, the fake legs ... oh boy ... oh gods YES!!! Get FCG some proper legs! Yes!

Ah yes, the big question with Ruidus ... balls, shit roll futzes any great revelations ...

I love how Travis and Aabria are genuinely competing as players as well ... XD

FCG on needing a god to have a purpose ... oof ... this is troubling ...

Ah, the eternal question of how time passes during a campaign ... have they been together weeks, months or YEARS?!!! XD

Matt reminds everyone that exhaustion has hit them all hard, ESPECIALLY Fearne. Fearne: "I'm so tired." LOL

Imogen's so upset snd worried zbout their missing friends. FRIDA plays Imogen's laughter back to her. "Your laughter is beautiful." Awwwwwwww ...

Oh shit ... Imogen's purple magic marks are turning RED?!!! HOLY FUCK!!! Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!" AAAAAAHHH!!!

Till The Last Gasp ... wow ... Matt and Marisha are clearly having a ball chewing the scenery here ...XD

Morning comes ... okay ...

Deanna does a sneaky Death Ward on Chetney while he's still sleeping? Awww ...

Missing Orym's wake-up exercises ... hmmm ... Deanna tries to contact Orym ... hmmm ... oh, so she's just sending feelings of love from his friends to him? Interesting ... and it STILL doesn't work! Fuck! Shit! Fuckshit!

Imogen takes off the Circlet ... OH!!! So there's genuinely static just THERE underneath everything? Now that is REALLY interesting ...

So the new change in Imogen's markings is CLEARLY connected to Ruidus, then ...

A hard day's trek ... yup ... MOSTLY good rolls at least ...

FRIDA picks up on the Death Ward thing ... hmmm ...

FCG's buttcakes are back! XD FOUR additional temporary hit points with a Natural 20? Cool ...

FRIDA CAN DREAM!!! WILD!!!

Fearne: "That's a great idea, two aeormatons just taking on a dream." Hmmm ...

Whoa ... Fearne can cast Pass Without A Trace now! Awesome!

Chetney trying to make nice with Deanna ... hmm ... oh fuck yeah ... that's right ... she doesn't know sbout the werewolf thing, does she? How's she gonna take THAT when she finds out?

Matt, WHY are you making Chetney roll NOW?!!!

Oh shit ... some weird Solstice thing ... fuck ... Chetney's wolfing out! AAAAAAHHH!!!

Oh, there we go. Secret's out ... and Deanna's tripping out over it ... hmmm ...

"Applebee's Solstice"?

Does Imogen have purple tits? Is this REALLY what we're wondering right now?

There's really nothing to actually be afraid of. This is actually pretty par for the course for these guys ..

AAAAAND now it's suddenly gotten very heavy and metaphorical and fundamental on us ... hmmmm ...

Ah yes. The God Eater.

Oh my gods ... has it just accidentally become canon that FCG can SNEEZE?!!!

Imogen rolls super shitty to just LOOK UP INTO THE NIGHT SKY and find Ruidus ... XD

Hmmm ... no sign of Ruidus? What's THAT mean?

Yes. See if you can contact the others through Imogen's dreams. Yes. SMART.

Fearne's coming too ... okay ... here we go ...

Deanna: "Oh, so it's FUNNY that Chetney's called 'puppy'." FRIDA: "If I COULD feel uncomfortable I believe I WOULD."

All right ... dream-based moment of truth ... AND THE LIGHTS ARE GOING RED!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Whoa! The beam is STILL THERE and Ruidus is LOCKED IN PLACE in the sky? Holy fuck ...

People? NOT people? The Reilora? FUCK!!!

Natural 1? Fearne gets BOOTED out of the dream HARD!!!

Earthbind? Crazy ...

Imogen's mental self is just being DRAGGED IN ... this is SO BAD ... can FCG do ANYTHING?!!! Well he tries ...

Fearne just slaps her in the face and screams: "IMOGEN!!! WAKE UP!!!" Holy fuck ... AND IT WORKS?!!! That is SO WILD ...

Greater Restoration? Nice. And that is SUCH a sweet moment between them ...

Wow ... I love how Matt describes what Chetney's left behind is just a "murder trail". Yeah ...

Okay, seriously, FRIDA what the hell are you DOING?!!! Oh ... fuck, actually that's SO SMART ...

Full on internal struggle ... DAMN guys ...

Fuck this is SO tense ... oooh ... the SMELL THING ... again, that's SO CLEVER ... damn, I love what Matt and Travis are doing here right now. Christian too ...

Oh fuck ... did Chris just full on TANK this awesome moment?

ROLL INITIATIVE!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

FRIDA just full on BOLTS, while firing into the air. Okay ... and of course the wolf GIVES CHASE. Oh shit! NO!!! NOT THE JACKET!!!

Damn, that was SUCH a close roll ... and it just goes SO bad ...

FRIDA: "BAD puppy!" XD

Man ... Aabria really is just quietly PANICKING right now ...

Oh yeah, Deanna just starts running RIGHT AWAY, doesn't she? No surprise there ...

Oooh ... Dazing Shot? Nice ... shame it doesn't work ...

Travis: "The shot, plus the taste of this thing is just ... WEIRD ... but it's FUN!" Oof ...

Christian: "I ... amateur, but I need to pee!" XD

Oh wait ... yes .. Chet, fight it ... oh NICE ROLL TRAVIS!!! Is he out of it?

Oh yeah, shame ... I can see that ... this is such a bad mess ...

Yeah, Wild Shape means you're still YOU inside. Which is good.

Channel Divinity? Sweet ...

Oh yeah, Deanna is MAD and I ain't surprised. At least FRIDA can get through to her. KIND OF. Yeah ...

Deanna: "I am being calmed by magic, and I just wanna LOSE MY MIND."

It's true, like I said this is kind of par fir the course with these guys.

Back to camp and back go bed, then.

Matt, you BASTARD!!! "And that's where we're gonna call it s night!" AAAAAAHHH!!!

Oof ... not a BIG cliffhanger, but still ... meanwhile OKAY, but then shattered does that mean for NEXT time?

I enjoyed this, but I still kind if HATE this shole situation ...

[moondrunk-beast]

I need to lean into the muppet look when I draw myself as a beaky beast

[beaktube]

I'm making a new post regarding the nature of this blog vs my main since people still don't fucking get it.

THIS BLOG, BEAKTUBE, IS A STREAM BLOG. I POST TWITCH STREAM RELATED STUFF HERE. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE STREAM RELATED STUFF, DO NOT FOLLOW THIS BLOG.

My main blog beaky-beast, is where I just post art and maybe some blurbs about other stuff!

Go there instead, leave this blog the fuck alone!

[confetti-the-clown]

@beaky-beast

hey i've been watching girl with the dogs lately does anyone know what breed these are

[beastswithoutburdencomic]

Case 4, pg 16!

Helpful lass, that Matinez~

Read the page on Tapas // Read it on Webtoons

Read Beasts Without Burden from the beginning: On Tapas // On Webtoons

Click here for image IDs of all available pages!

Image Ids for this page under the cut:

[Image ID:

A black and white comic page with bits of color.

The top left and top middle panels are separated by a blue lightning bolt, which breaks apart in the middle when a speech bubble appears.

In the top middle panel, we see Martinez from the waist up in profile as she opens the door to the room, saying, “Hello, hey!” She is an average-sized Puerto Rican woman with a somewhat beaky nose, light skin and wild dark hair pushed partially back with a white ribbon to keep it mostly in check. She wears a professional outfit; a dark grey blouse with a ribbon tied around the neck and ribbons tying her sleeves to about her elbows and a white pencil skirt with a staff badge around her neck. She holds several books in her arms and the phone between her shoulder and ear starts to fall.

The top left panel shows Dante, Eva, and the Secretary reacting to Martinez’s entrance. Both Eva and Dante look to her with slightly wide eyes as, in the background, the Secretary jolts with two exclamation points over their head, holding up a tablet. The blue phone chord connecting the tablet to Martinez’s cellphone in the middle panel is dissolving.

The top right panel shows a close up of Martinez’s face as she asks sheepishly, “Did I keep you waiting long?” She catches the phone in her hand.

“Not at all!” Dante says in the middle row panel. The middle panel shows Martinez extending her hand to Dante for a shake, revealing her to have long, seemingly acrylic nails. Dante tilts her head as she continues, “It’s good to meet you, Miss… Martinez?”

“Yes-! And I suppose you’re Mrs. Smith, and here’s Ms. Xing-” Martinez says excitedly. In the background, Xi lowers his monocle and looks indifferently at Martinez’s excitement as she breathlessly continues, “I’ve actually been following your work for a while now! About the types of celestial graves and Hell, and– and,”

In the background, Eva is depicted as a doodle with two dot eyes and no mouth, humorously looking on with an air of bafflement.

Secretary interrupts from off-panel, saying, “Martinez!”

The bottom left panel shows the Secretary from the waist up as they check the tablet, a scribbly grey cloud above their head and slight panic in their compound eyes as they say, “Miss Barrett says she’s… waiting?” 

Xi raises the monocle to his eye again and gives no further reaction.

“Right away, ma’am!” Martinez says in the bottom right panel. We see her from the waist up as she turns around and raises her badge, reopening the door to the office while looking slightly frazzled herself. In the background, Eva watches on with a raised eyebrow while Xi lowers the monocle again, not seeming to have found something.

Martinez says, “Sorry- let me show you in.” End id.]

[nonbinary-beast]

I intended to title this thing nonbinarybeast as a url, then I find out that a fucking bot stole it.

How typical of this hellsite.

This blog...

is for sticking ship/fic ideas for various things I'm interested in.

is 18+ only. Minors will be blocked, followers without an age in their bio/pinned will be blocked.

may contain NSFW topics, usually stuck under a cut.

Is a side blog among many others I have, one head among several of my digital hydra! The center head is beaky-beast.

I have tags that I use to keep my things from popping up under fandom tags.

Current list:

computer hell - ihnmaims/I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

shadowy flight - Knight Rider

Crossovers:

devils advocate - Knight Rider/I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

[confetti-the-clown]

@beaky-beast

A FOUL ABOMINATION EMERGES FROM ITS LAIR

[chapter-master-darius]

Oh yeah, for sure. *They put the turtle down and hefted up a massive 200-pound beast of a turtle. It's ridged and armored body looking even more menacing as it lifted it broad head and opened it huge beaky maw.*

This is an alligator snapping turtle.

"I love it. Are there more? Can I keep them as pets?"

[salavante]

Slice Me Nice - Fancy

This one’s fun! It pushes similar buttons for me as “Sex Dwarf” by Soft Cell. Like a weird, 80’s, horny fever dream. “I'm like a pie made for hungry guys.” Hah, delightful.

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

[confetti-the-clown]

@beaky-beast

I love him so much

[spider-xan]

TW: Discussion of sexual assault, rape, racism, xenophobia, and antisemitism

I'm really relieved that everyone realizes that the scene of Dracula assaulting Mina today is supposed to be horrifying and a metaphorical rape, and that no, it's NOT Dracula liberating Mina from Victorian repression and teaching her to embrace her sexuality like a modern woman while Jonathan oppresses her, or Mina consensually being into rough vampire sex. However, it's also important to remember how while much of the horror of the scene is rooted in the sexual assault overtones, a lot of the horror to white Christian Victorian audiences - and honestly, undoubtedly even today bc bigotry never ended - is sexual assault and rape in the context of racism, antisemitism, and xenophobia.

Once again, we have Dracula - the dark foreigner described as being like a savage beast, demonic, with an 'aquiline nose' (previously 'hooked' and 'beaky'), repulsed by Christianity - breaking into the bedroom of a good, honest white Christian Englishwoman as she lies with her good, honest white Christian husband, assaulting her in her marital bed as she sleeps, and in addition to the rape metaphor, literally drinking her blood, and even worse, forcing her to drink HIS blood.

The image of horror absolutely would have been rooted in British racist, antisemitic, and xenophobic fears of how the British Empire was in danger of being invaded by savage foreigners from the East, especially Jewish people drinking Christian blood who can easily hide in British society (Dracula learning to be English, while funny to us, is that antisemitic trope, and would be scary to contemporaries; this is also something antisemites still believe), and these invaders would not only bring degeneracy (this is why it's important to be aware that Dracula's homoeroticism towards Jonathan is a homophobic gay predator trope linked to antisemitism) to the British Empire, but steal, rape, and corrupt the good Christian Englishwomen of the British Empire, or at least the middle- and upper-class white women who would have been the 'angel of the house' types.

And sadly, this is not even an outdated idea! Think about how this idea persists even today, especially in more conservative circles, and particularly in discussions on policing and immigration, or how in the West, the popular image of a rapist and their victim is a stranger (usually either a Black or Middle-Eastern man, depending on where in the West) sexually assaulting an affluent white woman in the streets or during a home invasion, and this is why you should fear every foreign and non-white man bc they're all rapists waiting to defile the ideal of Western womanhood, when the reality is that most sexual assault and rape is done by someone the survivor knows, and being less privileged in terms of race, financial status, being LGBT+, etc. makes you even more vulnerable to assault, and likely to be forgotten or erased when it happens.

[dailylooneys]

Happy 80th Birthday Tweety!

“I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat!”........”I did! I did! I did saw a Putty Tat!“.

Happy Birthday to one of the most famous Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies character, Tweety (or Tweety Pie), originally created by Bob Clampett and later taken over by the creator of Sylvester, Yosemite Sam and Porky Pig, Friz Freleng.

Originally named Orson and was left unnamed in his first appearance “A Tale of Two Kitties”, until Tweety’s second film, “Birdy and the Beast”. 

Tweety’s voice and characteristics were modeled after a then well-known fictional radio character “Junior, the Mean Widdle Kid” by actor as Red Skelton.

Clampett would go on to direct a couple more Tweety shorts until his depature. He originally planned to direct Tweety’s fourth cartoon, “Tweetie Pie”, but was taken over by Friz Freleng and won the Academy Award.

In a similar approach to Tex Avery, Clampett was more interested in one-shots (once stated, after a few Bugs Bunny cartoons, he became bored with the character), which may be the reason why he didn’t create as many characters as Jones, Freleng or even McKimson, aside from Tweety, there was also Beaky Buzzard.

Clampett’s original Tweety was intentionally sadistic while still maintaining his cutesy demeanor, whereas Freleng’s Tweety was later toned down significantly (very much like Jones did with Bugs and Daffy in the 1950s onward), making the character innocent, naïve and, for most of the part, unaware of the danger around, however, at least a few of Freleng’s Tweety short would include some of Clampett’s original characterstics, until Tweety’s sadistic nature was entirely gone. 

Freleng’s Tweety’s designed him with even less exaggeration. 

Freleng paired up Sylvester with Tweety, much to the disagreement with the cartoon directors’ new producer, Eddie Selzer, who protested that Sylvester and  the unnamed woodpecker from 1945′s “Peck Your Troubles Away”, Freleng refused and, according to him, he angrily placed a paper-and-pencil to his producer’s desk and stormed out. Later, Selzer agreed to have Freleng make a Sylvester and Tweety cartoon short, the first one with them, as stated, won the Academy Award, and the rest is history! 

Like there competitors, Tom & Jerry, Sylvester & Tweety became labeled as “one of the best duos in animation history”, and who can argue with that statement! These duos starred in some of the best shorts ever made!!!