#the chronicles of the beast

[crowsthorn]

Synopses of the main stories:

The Misfit Anthology - The main series with lots of different characters and plots. Mainly takes place in an alternate version of our own universe where mutants and magic exist. Has multiple different subsections to it.

Unholy - About the life of the first vampire, his torment at the hands of fear itself, and his many mistakes that led to vampirism spreading. Set in the same world as The Misfit Anthology, but spans a much greater length of time and focuses on far fewer characters and concepts.

Prima - My attempt at creating an entire world. The intention is to make a fully open world for D&D where all the plot points are set up and the players choose which ones to follow. Has some connections to The Misfit Anthology but is set in an entirely different world.

The Chronicles of The Beast - About a pirate ship called The Beast and the crews that have sailed on it. Takes place in Prima. Characters are based on D&D 5e races and classes.

The Children of Lucifer - About a group of Lucifer's children teaming up to take him down. Characters take some inspiration from D&D 5e classes and races. Might take place in Prima, but I'm not 100% sure yet. Another version might take place in The Misfit Anthology where Lucifer isn't actually from Hell but just a mutant.

[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing doesn't like to be the translator of the Titans.

Cyborg: All right… Which one of you can speak Italian? Because I can't.

Beast Boy: Never learned it.

Raven (sarcastically): That never really came up when I was being raised by a demon dad.

Nightwing didn’t respond as he stared longingly at the pizzeria across the street, clutching his stomach in hunger.

Nightwing: Man, I’m starving.

Cyborg (annoyed): Nightwing, we can get pizza later! Do you speak Italian?

Nightwing’s eyes shifted nervously, and he averted his gaze. Beast Boy chuckled, already knowing what was bothering his friend.

Nightwing (changing the subject): We should walk around town and try to find the building.

Cyborg: Or we can ask someone. We can’t waste time searching for this place.

Beast Boy (mischievous tone): Well, Kori isn’t here to translate for us… Who do we know that speaks fluent Italian?

Nightwing pretended to be absorbed by a store sign, refusing to answer. He hated being the translator on these trips, especially when Kori wasn’t around. His friends often talked too fast, giving him a headache as he struggled to keep up with their translations. But his friends were oblivious to his concerns; they were on a mission and had a building to find.

Beast Boy groaned, tapping his foot.

Beast Boy (raising his voice): I said, who do we know that’s fluent in Italian?!

Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven all turned to stare at Nightwing, who feigned confusion.

Nightwing: Why would you assume I know it?

Cyborg: Because we’ve met your dad.

Raven: Pretty much.

Beast Boy (urgent): And we're on a time crunch! Afterward, we can get pizza, and I’ll treat, but we’ve got to go!

Raven: Yeah, do it for Beastie. If he's stressed, then it’s serious—just look at that face.

Beast Boy walked over to Nightwing and stared at him with puppy-dog eyes, having turned into a dog. Nightwing sighed, covering his face in defeat.

Nightwing (giving in): Fine… I’ll talk to someone who knows where the building is. But you guys have to speak slowly with your questions.

Cyborg: All right. Honestly, I was just waiting for Beast Boy to guilt-trip you.

Beast Boy transformed back into his human form and nodded with a smile.

Nightwing: You’re lucky I wanted to learn Italian.

Raven: Correction: You had to. Not wanted to.

Nightwing: Shut up. I hate being the translator.

[izzystizzys]

Ever since touching down on Triple Zero, both a military and quality marker for the planet in his mind, Marshall Commander Fox had become intimately acquainted with the biting pain of headaches and migraines.

This, however, feels like it’s going to make his skull cave inside out.

“I can hear voices, Thorn”, Fox hisses, wide-eyed, breathing harshly through his nose. His bucket sadly lolls around on the pavement from where he ripped it off in a panic, unable to breathe all of a sudden. But even exposure to the open air hasn’t helped much - now, Fox just feels like a fish drowning in water, desperately breathing in the air but unable to keep it in his lungs.

“I mean, we all hear voices, ori’vod, that’s really less concerning than if you couldn’t -“, Thorn begins, hands stretched out towards Fox like he’s trying to approach a rabid beast. “Voices, Thorn!”, Fox repeats, whisper-screaming over the strange sensation of all his blood pooling in his head and ears popping. “In my kriffing head!”

Thorn’s mouth opens to gape, then closes again immediately, countenance turning decidedly more alarmed than before. Fox crumbles to the ground, head clutched in his hands, moaning in painpainpainpain-

The only thing like this he’s felt before is after one of his private meetings with the Chancellor, the one he never lets anyone else have and Fox never remembers. It feels like there’s something else in his head, worming around his thoughts and bouncing off the insides of his skull-

“- is kriffing losing it, Thire, I don’t know what to do -“

“- keep position, help is -“

“- kriffing RED ALERT, what the -“

“- do you mean a karking Venator exploded over Coruscant?!”

“- call it the Zillo Beast - it caved in the side of the ship, apparently, and is making for the surface -“

The pressure inside Fox’s head increases, warmth dripping over his cheeks and from his noise, swelling until he thinks his head really will explode, and then - stops-

Fox looks up, gasping, at the shadow that has fallen across his and Thorn’s patrol, into two massive, glowing eyes. The thing tilts its head, and chirps. It sounds like a greeting.

Silence. Then -

“You’re right”, Fox says, in a daze, “we should kill the Chancellor.”

“WHAT”, Thorn screeches.

———————————

Fox wakes an indeterminate amount of time later to a gentle breeze and nebulous feeling in his head. This is strange for several reasons - one, Guard HQ are both insulated and airconditioned like ass, thus the temperature is always wrong and the air constantly stuffy, and two - he hasn’t woken up not in pain since touching down two years ago.

“Stabby gave you the good shit”, his own voice says, and yeah, that would explain that.

“Stabby is a little bitch”, Fox tries to say, which comes out more like a warbled gurgle. “You’re welcome”, a third voice replies, sarcastically. Fox pries open his eyes with great difficulty. Ah, yes, that’s Stabby looming across the room - and Stone, next to his bedside, lounging in a chair next to a passed-out Thorn, whose head is tilted across the back of his chair at an angle that will definitely put a crick in it.

And, behind them, where the medbay wall used to be, two gigantic, glowing green eyes, tilting along with the rest of the eldritch face floating next to Fox’s bed.

“Hgngndndnsndnfnfffhhh”, he vocalizes, and Stone shrugs. “Yeah, been there the whole time. Do you remember anything?” Fox frowns. Stabby snickers somewhere from his far corner, quietly bustling around and probably concocting something nefarious to make Fox sleep or “take a break”.

Stone’s eyebrows rise incrementally. “Really? Not even when you mounted the space monster, took a joyride through half of Coruscant, crashed through the Senate Dome and battled a lightning-launching Chancellor?”

Fox blinks. The Zillo Beast chirps cheerfully. “Huh.” A sense of strange, deep satisfaction spreads through Fox’s chest, raising goosebumps. “Did we bite his head off? I think we bit his head off.”

Stone chokes, and Stabby races over to thump him on his back, Fox watching warily for any sharp objects. You never know on that one - one second he’s checking your pupils for dilation, then you’ve got a needle sticking out of you and boom, ten hours gone. Or suddenly you’re spitting out decaf - ew - at five kriffing in the morning, being lectured about heart health and some other banthashit.

Something that feels strangely like a chuckle titters across Fox’s mind, and when he looks over, the Zillo Beast is blinking innocently at him.

“Yeah, your little friend did actually bite off the Chancellor’s head” Stone confirms, once he can breathe again. Thorn slowly stirs, until he jackknifes to awareness all at once, and then Fox has a lap full of hugging vod’ika.

“ - took twenty years off my kriffing life, goddamn, ori’vod, you’re giving me grey hair -“

“It’ll match your old man bones”, Stabby murmurs, making Thorn screech indignantly into the top of Fox’s head. The Zillo Beast trills mournfully, aiming a sad look at the medic, who shakes his head and brandishes a hypo at the thing. Fox wonders if he’ll have to intervene - he would try to hypo an eldritch space monster, the absolute lunatic. “Absolutely not - we talked about this, no scritchies until we can be sure it won’t bust more of Fox’s ribs!”

Fox’s mouth opens, and Thorn snickers mercilessly. Stone, far too dignified for it, buries a grin in a datapad. “It’s imprinted on you, Fox’ika”, he says instead, the traitor. “Tried to gte to you in the Jedi temple, but it wouldn’t fit - which is when we brought you here. The interior design was so butt-kriffing ugly it wouldn’t matter much to tear it out.”

“Imprinted?”, Fox asks, not even willing to touch on anything else that’s been said yet. An image flashes across the inside of his skull - him, tossing a space-tennis-ball into the air, and the Zillo Beast slithering off after it. In reality, it perks up and mrows hopefully at Fox God, he wishes he was still insensate. Thorn snickers again, and the desire increases tenfold.

“Yeah, like in that one holoshow, whatchacallit - with that one blonde chick, the Mother of Krayts - you know, the one that made Hound cry when they killed the loth wolves so we had to ban it in barracks?” Thorn’s eyes light up. “Wait, does that make you the mother of Zillos?!”

“Oooh, mummy Fox!”, Stabby screeches, the absolute traitor. Stone breaks out into barking laughter, and Thorn sounds like he’s actively asphyxiating. Fox hates them. Fox turns to the Zillo Beast.

“Please, please eat them.”

[queenoftheimps]

Saw this on Twitter and I love that this version of Gaston is basically just Lestat

Thesis paper: Gaston is the heterosexual version of Lestat de Lioncourt, no I will not be taking any questions at this time

[qwib]

Distortion

[geksuroll]

Seems like I can't stop anymore xd It was made to see how his head changes from usual human to what I imagine back here and there, but I listened to one certain song, and kinda transformation reference turned out :,D Fan fact: first I tried to do a human head, and in the end wasted like half-an-hour of my life.. then I quickly/successfully made the monstrous head, after it - middle one, and only after them - the human one xd

I cannot escape I can’t run away The sickness that I created Has sunk its teeth into me ... Take a breath Close your eyes And be consumed -> Song: Swarm - Consumed

[poorly-drawn-bsd]

vampire skk (they can be doing whatever they want, like maybe meeting their younger selves or even their beast variants (who are also probably vampires for the sake of this prompt lol))

[romancemedia]

Anime Dances

[dushpshpsh]

Something incomprehensible and rare, like albino unicorns Fanart on Beast: The Primordial

[nosfagratu]

post those feratu chicken

[indragonsaur]

Transformers: Cybertron chronicles: Dinobot

[gothamite-rambler]

Pie Prank Gone Wrong

Beast Boy (holding a cream pie): This is going to be so funny! Cyborg you want in on this?

Cyborg (sipping coffee from a distance): I'm not getting involved. I may be half-machine, but I'm not stupid.

Beast Boy: You're no fun dude. I bet when he gets hit with this pie he'll laugh.

Cyborg (doubtful): Mm-hm.

The door to Titans Headquarters slid open as two men entered, and Beast Boy immediately splattered the pie right into Jason Todd's face. Roy Harper took a few steps back, a mix of amusement and concern on his expression, while Jason stood there, pie still covering his features, unmoving and silent. Cyborg nodded, having anticipated that this was bound to go wrong.

Cyborg (holding up his coffee): Jason, good to see you!

Beast Boy (covering his mouth): Oh shoot, sorry dude! That was meant for Nightwing. Still funny though, right?

Jason wiped the remnants of the pie from his eyes, Roy Harper took a few more steps back, stifling laughter.

Jason (seething): That's real funny, man.

He forced a fake chuckle, still dripping pie filling.

Jason: Roy, can I see your bow and arrow, please?

Roy (hands over his bow): Sure thing!

Jason (still smirking at Beast Boy): You’ve got ten seconds and then I shoot you with these arrows. As a prank!

Beast Boy: You're kidding?

Jason: 10, 9, 8, 7—

Roy (chuckling): You should turn into a bird; this is not going to end well for you.

Beast Boy: On it!

In an instant, Beast Boy transforms into a hawk and flew out the door just as Jason finished counting down.

Jason: 1! Time to hunt!

Jason bolted after Beast Boy, a determined grin on his face while the animal changing hero flew away. Cyborg took another sip of his coffee while staying seated.

Cyborg: I was just here minding my own business.

Roy: Smart choice.

[dykekingofhell]

louis is so fucking funny, during the 90s he was just repeatedly showing up to lestat’s house for movie nights with his little vhs tapes and dvds being like “hey lestat can we watch one of my two favorite movies that are romantic renditions of gothic fairytales about beautiful and vulnerable young women falling in love with monstrous yet tender and kind creatures again?” whore.

[extremereader]

My list of badasses in the media who are horribly infantilized by their fandoms:

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Credence Barebone/Aurelius Dumbledore (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Hunter (The Owl House)

Alador Blight (The Owl House)

Wolf/Ze'ev Kesley (The Lunar Chronicles)

Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who)

Ballister Boldheart (Nimona)

Add more when you reblog

[geksuroll]

@sui9619 here is your "request" :д I had old ideas and doodles already, but as always I couldn't and didn't want to bring them to mind + I want to wait for the remake of RE: CV and see what they can do there =w=

[ofliterarynature]

TBR TAKEDOWN: Week 18 (September 29)

TLDR: I have too many unread books, and I’m asking tumblr to help me downsize. Pick one or none - it doesn't have to be something you've read, just the one you think sounds the worst! Comments and reblogs welcome, book descriptions below the cut. See my pinned post for more info.

The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury

The Martian Chronicles tells the story of humanity’s repeated attempts to colonize the red planet. The first men were few. Most succumbed to a disease they called the Great Loneliness when they saw their home planet dwindle to the size of a fist. They felt they had never been born. Those few that survived found no welcome on Mars. The shape-changing Martians thought they were native lunatics and duly locked them up.

But more rockets arrived from Earth, and more, piercing the hallucinations projected by the Martians. People brought their old prejudices with them – and their desires and fantasies, tainted dreams. These were soon inhabited by the strange native beings, with their caged flowers and birds of flame.

In The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury, America’s preeminent storyteller, imagines a place of hope, dreams, and metaphor— of crystal pillars and fossil seas—where a fine dust settles on the great empty cities of a vanished, devastated civilization. Earthmen conquer Mars and then are conquered by it, lulled by dangerous lies of comfort and familiarity, and enchanted by the lingering glamour of an ancient, mysterious native race. In this classic work of fiction, Bradbury exposes our ambitions, weaknesses, and ignorance in a strange and breathtaking world where man does not belong.

The Beast Player by Nahoko Uehashi

Elin's family has an important responsibility: caring for the fearsome water serpents that form the core of their kingdom's army. So when some of the beasts mysteriously die, Elin's mother is sentenced to death as punishment. With her last breath she manages to send her daughter to safety.

Alone, far from home, Elin soon discovers that she can talk to both the terrifying water serpents and the majestic flying beasts that guard her queen. This skill gives her great powers, but it also involves her in deadly plots that could cost her life. Can she save herself and prevent her beloved beasts from being used as tools of war? Or is there no way of escaping the terrible battles to come

Dog On It by Spencer Quinn

Meet Chet, the wise and lovable canine narrator of Dog on It, who works alongside Bernie, a down-on-his-luck private investigator. Chet might have flunked out of police school ("I'd been the best leaper in K-9 class, which had led to all the trouble in a way I couldn't remember exactly, although blood was involved"), but he's a detective through and through.

In this, their first adventure, Chet and Bernie investigate the disappearance of Madison, a teenage girl who may or may not have been kidnapped, but who has definitely gotten mixed up with some very unsavory characters. A well-behaved, gifted student, she didn't arrive home after school and her divorced mother is frantic. Bernie is quick to take the case-something about a cash flow problem that Chet's not all that clear about-and he's relieved, if vaguely suspicious, when Madison turns up unharmed with a story that doesn't add up. But when she disappears for a second time in a week, Bernie and Chet aren't taking any chances; they launch a full-blown investigation. Without a ransom demand, they're not convinced it's a kidnapping, but they are sure of one thing: something smells funny.

Their search for clues takes them into the desert to biker bars and other exotic locals, with Chet's highly trained nose leading the way. Both Chet and Bernie bring their own special skills to the hunt, one that puts each of them in peril. But even as the bad guys try to turn the tables, this duo is nothing if not resourceful, and the result is an uncommonly satisfying adventure.

With his doggy ways and his endearingly hardboiled voice, Chet is full of heart and occasionally prone to mischief. He is intensely loyal to Bernie, who, though distracted by issues that Chet has difficulty understanding-like divorce, child custody, and other peculiar human concerns-is enormously likable himself, in his flawed, all-too-human way.Meet Chet, the wise and lovable canine narrator of Dog on It, who works alongside Bernie, a down-on-his-luck private investigator. Chet might have flunked out of police school ("I'd been the best leaper in K-9 class, which had led to all the trouble in a way I couldn't remember exactly, although blood was involved"), but he's a detective through and through.