#da beast

[knoggart]

i was bound to draw this critter at some point (@catmask's beast!)

[dilf-in-peril]

OVW highlights

[aspens-dragons]

its so joever (the beast is scared of my jellicent screensaver. i fucking guess.)

[thegreatlock]

Dance , Dance , Dance , Da ... Ow ?

[garlandedspirits]

Conrad Veidt and Lil Dagover in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)

[panbotter]

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ENDING WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE

ALSO YOUNG APOCALYPSE???

THE QUEER UNDERTONES BETWEEN CHARLES AND ERIK IN THE BAR????

SCOTT'S WORDS FOR NATHAN??????? LITERALLY TEARED UP

THE QUEER SUBTEXT WITH BASTIONS SELF HATRED????? INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA TRIGGERED BY HIS MOTHER'S HATRED???

THE PHOENIX?!??!?!? LOOKED FUCKING AMAZING??!???! AFTER NATHAN FINALLY CALLED JEAN HIS MOM?!?!?

ALL THE CAMEOS?!?!?!?

SINISTER GETTING OWNED?!?!?

BASTION BEATING NATHAN WITH HIS OWN ARM!?!?! WTF

ERIK PROCESSING HIS TRAUMA?!?!?!??

ROGUE GOING FUCKING NUTS?!?!? SAYING TO REMEMBER GAMBITS NAME????

THE MAGNETO PROTOCOL????

THE FOUND FAMILY THEME THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE EPISODE???

PETER PARKER AND MARY JANE CAMEO THAT U COULDNT EVEN TELL?!??!?!

MORPH BEING IN LOVE WITH LOGAN?!?!?

FORGE GETTING A NEW TEAM TOGETHER?????

ALSO BISHOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

THE X MEN SCATTERED AROUND DIFFERENT TIMES?!?!?!?

where the fuck are Logan, Morph, and Storm

[4chance]

flow of our lives — I. a mr. crawling series built around the sweet mundane. — part 1 of ?

word count — 0.6k summary — you take care of crawling to make up for past bitterness. notes — SFW. gn reader (no pronouns). END04 implied. bold = otherworld language. we call him "crawling" here, because we're close enough with him now to drop the honorific.

You must use force to twist the knob of the faucet (more now than before your foray into that world) and let the water roll, until you stop it at the lip of the bucket. You dip your fingers in. It is warm, and the heat is not far from your own, not too harsh. Crawling will not shy away.

He loves you—so much. He has a zest for your life, like a sweet, loyal dog; he loves you like a dog loves the chocolate in your hand. You did not always love him the way he deserved: to this day, he wears you proudly on his face (in the blood you had shed when you plunged your crowbar down his face). You soak a microfiber cloth in the water, tip Crawling’s chin with the bed of your thumb, and press the cloth to his cheek.

“Hot?” he says.

Your face drops to a look of concern. “Many hot? You hurt?”

“Not hurt. Little hot feel good.” He tilts his head, burrows his cheek into the cloth. “Why you have this?”

The water of the Otherworld is cold and hard and stagnant. Crawling knows the hot of a scared, throbbing heart; of the fire meant to ward off his kind. When you take up your cloth and wipe the grime from his chin, you show him warm: a nice heat, that is not here to hurt him.

“Your face… have blood. Blood… go out of your face—me happy.”

“Happy?”

His hands dart to the cloth. He tries to wrest it from your grip and drag it toward the center of his face.

“Calm down—not… move.” Since the Otherworld has no word that you know for please—“friendly.”

You know Crawling can handle himself. He braved the Otherworld as long as he did, and you trust him now to keep your apartment during the day: he mops floors and folds clothing, prompted and not. Still—it is you that must make sure he knows: you are not here to hurt him.

He never let the other ghosts touch him (not like this—not at all). Perhaps he forgave you already—loves you just that much.

You bring one hand to cradle the back of his head; the other gives his face gentle strokes. His body melts beneath your touch; he swipes his face against the cloth to help you out. The cloth blackens quickly: one half of his face requires four dips in the bucket. You see now just how pale he is, not that ash-gray you thought it was at all—in fact, so white his veins show dark as tadpoles on his skin.

You glide the cloth below his curtained bangs. Your fingertips cave in on the crest of his cheekbone. “You okay?”

“My eyes… not able to clean. Sorry.”

“You should not sorry,” you say, in an attempt at your clearest Otherworld pronunciation. Crawling hides his eyes and downplays his height, and you are sure it is for you, so as not to repulse you—yet he cannot make you hate him if he tried. “You good.” You stroke the crown of his head, the way he likes; a giggle escapes his broadened mouth.

You do what you can—you kiss the bridge of his nose, then rise to change the water. The skin that lines his sockets has the gravity of jowls, lined in essence with the slick of fresh blood. You either cause him no pain, or he hides it for you. Really—what have you done to deserve him, who loves you so much?

(This—

You look at him as if he is a jewel in your hands. He has never been treasured. Not like this, not at all.

The breathy rumbling of his giggles, from his chest to his cheeks, brings a flutter to your heart, and a warmth to your gaze. All you have done is be fond of him, made the smallest things you do his world.

The Otherworld is simple, in that only the strong survive—and so when you show him warm, he knows you’re true, and that is all.)

[thenightling]

Don Bluth was going to do an animated Dracula!? And Beauty and the Beast? F--k. Can someone please still do this? The man's eighty seven, bring him on as producer and story consultant and get this going. I'd watch the Hell out of an animated musical Dracula in the style of Hunchback. Hell, adapt the Frank Wildhorn Dracula musical. There, you have the script, just animate it.

[a-roguish-gambit]

I put all the minis in/on a fancy, shiny Steinway grand piano!

They having fun…. Mini beast does not appreciate the disrespect of the piano however

[spielberkee]

GUESS WHOS BACK

[celticcatgirl2]

“Oh come on I turn my backs on you chucklefucks for 5 MINUTES….”

[surelysilly]

stealing company secrets that turn out to be a kid(?) in honor of ur besties' memories is just the thing to do (raising said kid is just... consequences of your actions maybe)

[aspens-dragons]

can you tell us more about your job? or maybe the sanctuary in general?

oh for sure!! i dunno if ur asking for like job advice so im gonna try to be as objective for the first part of this!

i typically work 20 hours a week, 4 PM to 8 PM on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays, and from 1 PM to 9 PM on sundays, and i get paid 2895₽ an hour. i was referred to hideaway by mu dad (not the lawyer one) and my official job title is "veterinary assistant", and important things to note are that ive been with hideaway for over a year now, and i have a cpr certification, nursing assistant certificate, and i am currently enrolled in a pokemon emergency course at nar-uva. on this blog i mostly talk about a lotta the more lighthearted/silly parts of my job like c4 the torracat and all the clients but thats also like. definitely not the full picture.

as a vet assistant, i actually spend a lot of time inside; a lot of my stuff involves cleaning the exam rooms, taking samples of bodily fluids, sometimes i help with surgery prep, and i give medications and immunizations, as well as administering emergency first aid when necessary. outside of that, i also do other caretaking activities like helping with excerise and enrichment but that is typically a secondary task for me! up until recently though, i was in less of a tradition vet assist role b/c i was assigned to take care of one pokemon in particular and i was doing more general pokemon care but only for that pokemon. it was really fun honestly, a nice breath of fresh air; i was kinda nervous at first, i opted in for personal reasons i don't want to get into in this post and the pokemon in question was considered semi-slightly-dangerous, but honestly everything was pretty swell. i dont like that word im not saying it again.

as for more info on hideaway!

the sanctuary i work at is actually only one branch of an organization that has branches in every continent; this is the european one. there are a few asian ones (one in vijagha, one in johto, and one in hoenn), and i know unova has one too.

hideaway isn't really well known in terms of like the average joe knowing about us, but it's the kind of thing of if you're involved in conservation circles, you've almost definitely heard of us. we specialize in rehabilitation; a lot of the pokemon hideaway takes care of are victims of poachers, natural disasters, etc. hideaway also works semi-closely with a lotof governments, and our paldean branch specifically has even had paradox mons here (although i was too inexperienced at the time to handle them and even now tbh i refuse to get too close to a paradox mon.) the alola branch has taken care of ultra beasts which is. yeah no. im not transferring :(

anyway. we're also pretty involved in the community too and we also will take volunteers!! please volunteer we would love to have you!!!!!!

[thegreatlock]

He so has nicknames for the other Beasts if he has them for the cookies he torments

[house-of-lebeau]

Baby Nate AU - aka Nathan grows up with the X-men and Nothing Bad Happens

[weirdlookindog]

Karel Thole (1914–2000) - Mutantes y ciencia (Mutants and science)

original interior art for 'Fantaciencia. Enciclopedia de la Fantasía' #40, 1982

Edit: Actually this is original cover art for the German translation of John E. Muller's 'Mark of the Beast' (German title: Das Monster)

published in Vampir Horror-Roman #58, March 1974