#brain & beast

[onefey]

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

[iztea]

farmer aku can be something so personal,

[cantarelaria]

head disciple shen yuan and his two little shidis who for some reason keep sneaking into the beast tamer peak ⛰️🐉

[frenchonionsoop]

bsd sketches after 1 millions years.......

[icarusredwings]

Wade, with electrods on his head: *intensely trying to get the ball in the cup*

Logan: ...What did you do to him?

Beast, looking at a screen and making notations: I bet he couldn't get the ball in the hole 100 times.

Logan: .. uh huh.... and how did you.. *vaugley gestures to wires*

Beast: Ah yes. So.. point blank.. he should be dead.

Logan: What!?

Beast: I miscalculated how much sedative to give him and well... he's got so much tranquilizer in him that it would put down an entire herd of elephants.

Logan: *Glances at him* He... seems okay, though..?

Beast: Yes. That is what concerns me.

Wade, who just now noticed Logan is here: Wovie!

Logan: Hi, bub. Whatcha doin?

Wade: *giggles* I 'on know!

Logan: Are you... okay?

Wade: Mhmm

Beast: Do you know where you are?

Wade: Mmhh nuhuh

Logan: uh.. huh... *concern*

Beast: I originally was trying to see how strong of an opioid he would need but.. I dont think they make pills in this high of a gram..

Logan: *staring* yeaahh..... probably for the best..

[possession1981-moving]

THE FIRST OMEN dir. Arkasha Stevenson, 2024

[canisalbus]

This Italian greyhound(I'm pretty sure) I found on Pinterest is so machete coded. This creature is just 95% anxiety. How can one possibly possess such wet scared eyes. It looks like kid Machete was gifted a sweater by a grandma oh lord

.

[somerandomcockroach]

[wormwoof]

them blue fuzzy guys

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Why didn't Odysseus think of it omg--

[aidosaur]

[tears of the kingdom] Rumors of Princess Zelda riding a mountainous beast with brutal tusks...

[marc--chilton]

i think hoffstrahm is like. THE funniest saw ship. one is fucking insane and the other is a serial killer

[sarahwatchesthings]

"No violence until such time as I deem it fit and proper" is for once actually an accurate description of the Doctor's violence policy.

[filthystarboy]

At this point I might as well draw the calendar in its entirety.... More discord doodles based on said fic!!!!!

[buddie-buddie]

It rains on the way home.

Something about it feels fitting, Buck thinks. He leans his head against the car window, staring as a large droplet snakes its way down the glass in a slow, winding trail. Outside the car, the streetlights flick on, soft halos of light reflected in the shine of the wet pavement.

The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the windshield and the steady beat of the wipers is steady and soothing, almost enough to drown out the ache in his chest.

Almost, but not quite.

The soft glow of passing headlights casts fleeting shadows inside the car as they make their way back downtown to the loft.

The night feels heavy, pressing down on him in a way he can’t shake. His mind is 800 miles away, somewhere in the suburbs of El Paso.

Tommy glances over at him from the driver’s seat, the air between them thick with things unsaid.

“You’ve been quiet,” Tommy’s voice cuts through the silence, soft and gentle in a way that makes Buck’s heart squeeze. “You want to talk about it?”

Buck swallows hard, sighs. “I don’t know,” he mutters, his voice strained. “It’s just... tonight sucked. Seeing Chris like that... not reacting, not even looking at us—” He cuts himself off, draws in a deep, shaky breath. “I know he’s hurting. I know it’s between him and Eddie. But it feels like... like…” he trails off, unable to find the words to properly articulate the ache that’s settled deep inside his chest.

“Like he’s pulling away from you, too,” Tommy finishes for him, his voice gentle but certain.

Buck glances at Tommy, a flicker of something passing through his tired eyes—relief, maybe, at being understood. Tommy’s hand moves from the steering wheel to rest gently on Buck’s thigh, a welcome, reassuring warmth. His thumb rubs a slow, soothing circle against the fabric of Buck’s jeans, grounding him with the simple touch.

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “And Eddie... God, I hate seeing him like that. He was trying so hard, and Chris...”

Tommy’s eyes flick between the road and Buck’s face, reading him effortlessly. “I know,” he says. “This is… it’s hard right now. But it’s not forever.”

Buck lets out another shaky breath, his chest tight. It’s not just about Christopher practically ignoring them tonight. It’s deeper than that— seeing Eddie struggle, watching helplessly as his own bond with Chris starts to fade, feeling the sting of that loss himself. It hurts in a way he can’t quite describe.

He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes as he swallows down the lump in his throat.

Tommy parks outside of Buck’s building, but he doesn’t make a move to get out. Instead, he turns to face Buck properly. There’s a warmth in his eyes, something so soft and so fond, it has Buck’s heart swelling in his chest.

“Hey,” Tommy says gently, squeezing Buck’s thigh reassuringly. “He’ll come around. He’s a kid. He’s hurting, and he’s still angry, but he’s not gone forever. He needs time, and so does Eddie. But you and Chris? That bond? It’s ironclad. A rough call and a few months apart won’t even crack the foundation, let alone undo it.”

Buck closes his eyes for a moment, letting Tommy’s words ease the knot in his chest. Tommy shifts, leaning in closer, his hand moving up to the back of Buck’s neck. Buck’s shoulders slump, his breath shaky as he leans into Tommy’s touch, finally letting himself feel the weight of everything. “I just want him to be okay,” he murmurs. He’s not sure who he’s talking about— Christopher or Eddie.

Maybe both of them.

Tommy’s thumb brushes over the nape of his neck, a quiet comfort that settles something deep within Buck’s chest. “He will be,” Tommy says, pressing a soft kiss to Buck’s temple. “And you will be, too.”

For the first time all night, Buck feels a small, tentative flash of hope breaking through the heaviness still weighing on him.

His heart still breaks for Eddie, still misses Chris so much it physically hurts. But here, with Tommy, the weight of it all feels a little less crushing.

also on ao3

[dailycupofcreativitea]

I had a dream Beast Gohan was briefly in Daima (a quick switch to him while Krillin was narrating) and Twitter was ALL over it, sharing the same screenshot 😩🙏