#tw brains

[art-appreciation-dog]

ParaNorman - Zombie concept art

[fazbearedits]

Surprise.

[wishful-bear]

Undeadspinnic

A neurogender for autistics with a special interest focused on zombies, the undead, and zombie apocalypse stories/games! Your gender could feel live a survivor in the apocalypse, or one of the undead itself.

FLAG IS NOT BY ME, ALL CREDITS FOR FLAG DESIGN GO TO @mizcd

[baileyfox1999]

Astushi's limbs would make great Halloween decorations. Like they could just cut them off and put them wherever or skin them till they only have the bones and use those as decorations and maybe use the skin that came off of it too. And let's say that astushi can regenerate his head if it were to get cut off they could also use that as decoration for Halloween like put it in the middle of a table or something his whole head or just the skull if they want or they could use his brain or eyeballs. If he can regenerate organs then they could also use those like his heart or something.

[carri30n]

TW:Brain/unsettling imagery

Half finished Donnie Animatic to Sodikkens “Misery Meat”. I might finish it, but animating is harddddd. I’ll probably do it when I have the time and motivation

Yeah

[earhartsease]

love how right at the start of Hungry Mulder is like hmm from the marks it looked to you like his brain was accessed by a tool but looked to me more like a proboscis and Scully is like tf? and he's right

[fanfictrashdump]

Max couldn't place the end of the world in their timeline.

One moment, they were walking home from work, indulging themselves with wallowing in the hopelessness of capitalism and the menial job that neither paid them enough to live nor gave them the skills to find one that would, and the next, they woke to a land of dust and darkness.

The local grocer's they had woken inside of still had power. Nothing really seemed amiss in the frozen vegetables aisle, save for the smearing trail of blood that looped from the end of the chilly corridor into the frozen meal aisle on the other side. The sound of crunching had caught them, next. Once the shrieking nothingness of tinnitus had ebbed away, leaving only a headache in their wake, the gentle crackling and slurping of what must be the world's messiest eater told Max they were not alone. Max had not had enough time to process what they had missed before the smell of sulfur filled their nose and they were face to face with seven-foot-tall-worth of demon.

Max had never seen a demon–they were quite sure that all that faff about demons was a tall tale to scare children. And while this creature did not look like the story book illustrations of a demon–no red skin, fangs, hooves, etc–they knew it was a demon, at once.

Funnily enough, the demon looked just as surprised to see Max as Max was to discover the existence of demons while being face to face with one. The demon raised one solitary dark brow and waited, as if Max was meant to be apologizing for the confusion and didn't even bother to wipe away the brain matter clinging to the very edge of their lip. "How the fuck did you survive that?"

"S-survive what?"

"Survive wh–what do you mean? The Apocalypse. How did you survive the fucking Apocalypse?" Max opened their mouth to protest but was abruptly cut off. "No matter. I'll, um, I'll take care of you now and–" A long, shiny black blade materialized within dexterous digits and was promptly swung.

"Wait!" Max raised their arms, pleasantly surprised when the demon paused, his all-too-pretty face twisted in what they could only assume was confusion. "A deal. You guys make deals, right? I mean, I don't fiddle, but…"

"Will humans ever stop making that reference?" The demon paused and smirked. "Well, I guess now they will, but it really is very annoying. You don't have to fiddle, but I do require a soul." The blade disappeared. "If you keep me well-fed, I will let you get cozy in whatever's left on this pebble. If not, you'll do me just fine."

The first two were flukes.

Max, not really knowing what they were going to do to avoid their fellow humans' fate, had piled junk into an old backpack. The demon, whose name they had attempted to pronounce once before being told that if they did it again, they would meet the business end of a knife, rolled his eyes (a startling shade of pumpkin orange) and chalked it up to beginner's luck.

The next day Max returned with another soul.

And the next.

And the next.

And the one after that.

After a month, the demon was at the end of their rope. Sure, they were well-fed and more than a bit entertained, but how? How did this human, this feeble thing that lurked in their chosen castle of the grocer's to steal whyphi–whatever that was–and eat cookies keep finding souls on a dead planet?

The demon turned an old brass pocket watch in his hands, the metal bubbling and curdling at his intensely hot touch. It was a piece of junk for all intents and purposes, but they could feel it, the sweet, heady thrum of a soul lingering within. "Where the fuck do you keep getting these from? Are there more humans still alive? And how do you trap them in these things."

Max smiled to themselves, taking another bite of an Oreo before responding. "No other humans, that I know of. I've checked everywhere."

The demon almost felt guilty for their companion's loneliness.

"I don't have to lock them anywhere. They're already in there." Max leaned forward, tapping at an inscription on the back of the watch that read Carry me with you, always. "The soul is in the intention. In wanting to be close. In the connection. I just need to find them."

Expression crumpled in thought, the demon turned the watch several times over before carefully placing in on a pile of shiny trinkets he had hoarded near his throne that he thought were pretty. The desire to consume that soul was… no longer pressing.

"You want a cookie?" Max offered quietly, sensing the demon's hesitation. "They're really good."

After a long breath, the demon reached out, talons closing around the chocolate and crème sandwich. Fingers appreciated the texture before twisting the sandwich apart, just like his human was showing him and eating the crème inside. He watched Max for a long moment before finally eating the chocolaty biscuit.

That single bite tasted like a bright, sweet soul.

“Where do you keep getting these from!?” The demon asked the last person in the universe, frustrated and confused as he was paid with a soul that had no right to exist.

[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[professionallyunstable]

the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere.

[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!

[sarcasticmothdraws]

the twitter image formatting thing is testing me, my hubris, and my ability to deal with my own bullshit.

[smokeweedeattherich]

I'm pet sitting a dog with a malformed skull who has exposed brains:

Her name is Pancake, she's 3 years old, and isn't adversely affected by it at all, aside from her not liking it to be touched. (Cannot blame her, I just wanted to take a peek)

She's a cool marvel of nature. if I was a dubious psychiatrist of the past I would be thrilled with this specimen.

Anyways her personality is lovely and she wants to be pet 24/7. She's made great friends with my dog too!

[oyabun-draws]

my lesbian werewolf oc >>>>>

[sadagios]

GIGGS Immortal Company AU

"Nothing in the world is more precious than one’s life, and sometimes, we have to deal with forces that threaten to cut it short. Ghosts, monsters, and sometimes, even people. This fear prevents us from enjoying our short time in this world.

"But what if I tell you that you don’t have to worry about your life falling into danger? What if I tell you that there are people willing to let go of their lives so you don’t have to?

"Ghost busting? Monster journalism? Creature Handling? Cryptid hunting? Property retrieval in ominous places and planets? There is no job we can’t handle!

"Throw your worries away and let GIGGS handle your dangerous affairs. Give a grand to GIGGS and your life will be nothing but grand."

aka A GIGGS AU where the five of them are broke immortals trying to capitalize on their inability to die by taking on life-threatening jobs.

more under the cut!

Impulse and Skizz founded the company. Skizz had the idea and persuaded Impulse to pursue it. Impulse has extensive experience in ghost hunting and prioritizes on-site jobs, while Skizz’s expertise is in handling clients and paperwork. They started as a duo and received mostly ghost-busting jobs. Years into their business, the jobs became more demanding and dangerous, and despite their immortality, it was still a bit much for two people to handle.

Their first recruit was Scar. They never talked to the man, but they often saw him in the city; each time they saw him, he always sat near the lake with a journal and pen in his hands, and a cane rested on his chair. They have been working as IMP n’ SKIZZ for a few decades at this point, and Skizz pointed out to Impulse that the man doesn’t seem to age despite seeing him every week or month. When they talked to him, they found out that Scar was an immortal as well. He agreed to join the company, and although he was clumsy most times and he died so often, it helped out the duo’s workload a ton. Especially with clients. It felt like they accidentally hired themselves a top salesman and a PR guy.

Their next recruit was Grian… well, more like their first applicant. He suddenly showed up one day in their company building asking they need one more employee. Impulse thought it was a good idea as they started to receive jobs that required them to go off-country, or even off-planet. Grian served as a great addition to their team with the way he strategizes and how quick he get things done. Though he’s a very unsettling person. They’re not even sure if he’s human. Each time he died, his corpse stayed on the ground, and he suddenly pops up somewhere.

Their last official member is Gem, who was neither a recruit nor an applicant. She was a hitman paid to kill Scar. She sabotaged a lot of their jobs just to get a swing at Scar, who never seemed to die even when she ripped his heart out. When Grian tried to kill her to get rid of her, her wounds instantly healed. After a while, she realized that her attempts at killing the old conman were futile. Skizz and Impulse tried to recruit her, seeing that her abilities can help the company, but she refused. They didn’t see her for a few years, and she showed up one day saying she’s sick of killing people for money and wants to go on (creepy) adventures.

The five of them made a perfect team, and thus IMP n’ SKIZZ was renamed to GIGGS after a few years.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

IMPULSE

When he dies, his body tries to repair itself back together, and if his important organs are still intact, he goes back into consciousness.

The cause of his immortality is unknown.

Before falling into an existential crisis and state of depression and hopelessness thanks to his immortality, he was a ghost hunter.

SKIZZLEMAN “SKIZZ”

His immortality is the same as Impulse’s, but his consciousness never leaves his body.

The cause of his immortality is unknown.

A few hundred years ago, he was a radio host who was known for his ghost stories segment. The station eventually fell into obscurity before it completely stopped its operation.

He joined a ghost hunter services company a year later, and that’s where he met impulse.

MR. GOODTIMES "SCAR"

He gets scars and can bleed, but doesn’t feel pain. He can also get his heart ripped off and still be able to live. No part of his body can die, and even though he can’t regenerate a whole new organ, his organs can live apart from him.

However, once his body parts or organs reattach to him, it connects with gooey gold which harden after a while, making it harder to remove the next time. Though, this also causes problems sometimes and makes it harder for Scar to move. This is why he uses a cane for his leg.

He gained immortality from a golden cat statue after he repaired it. Some of its shards are missing, so he’s unsure whether this immortality was a blessing or a curse.

He used to be a con artist. He once tricked a billionaire into investing in his fake business. After he got some hundred million, he booked it and lived comfortably in hiding.

GRIAN

His corpses stay dead, but he pops back into existence randomly.

Beneath his glasses, his eyes are hollow and hold a deep abyss inside them.

Sometimes, his new body doesn't express emotions well, so the team rely on his voice and actions to tell how he’s feeling.

The cause of his immortality is unknown. It’s also unknown what kind of creature he is.

AGENT GEMINI "GEM"

She can die, but only if every single one of the cells explodes. She can grow old, but her regeneration is so fast that her aging is incredibly slowed down. She calls herself a “Pseudo Immortal”. Her skin is difficult to slice apart with how fast it connects back together.

Her immortality’s cause is a secret.

Her life before being a hitman is also a secret.

[professionallyunstable]

kinda tired fighting for a life i don’t even want

[brandonlees]

FANTASIA (1940)