#hope you cant tell lol

[onebadnoodle]

beast boy

[chainsawseesaw]

Chapter Two

A Messy Weekend

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The sun slips in rays through my black curtains as prime dips above the horizon. Normally on an Extou I would sleep in as I don't work weekends, but the light seems to wake me early anyhow.  

I slip my bra over my shoulders and clasp it behind me as I make my way downstairs, starting the kettle and making my breakfast. Two eggs into a shot glass, whatever meat I have available into a pan, and coffee from the kettle into a mug. 

Creaking stairs greet me as I make my way back into the bedroom, setting down my meal on my dresser as I pull open my closet. I flip through my options before I decide on something simple, slacks, a red turtleneck, knee socks, and boots. 

Swigging back the shot glass of raw eggs, I feel the slimy texture greet my throat. I used to find it disgusting, but I’ve grown accustomed to the feeling. I slip a white trench coat over my outfit and tie my boots as I open the door and step out onto the porch. Abandoning the rest of my breakfast in favour of heading to a nearby cafe. 

The wind runs a chill through me, and the trees rattle, sending red leaves down across the yard. My fingers trail along one of the decorative pillars on my porch as I make my way down the stairs. My notebook tucked beneath my arm, and my cassette player tucked into my pocket. One earbud hangs around my pointed ear. 

The neighbourhood is quiet as I trail my way through it, walking slowly so as to breathe in the air of mid fall. My eye follows the horizon up into the clouds, prime barely making its way into the middle of the sky, showing me that folks should start to rise any moment now. Mesis should be making its appearance in the sky as I walk. Abandoning the neighbourhood and following the dirt trail instead of the more favoured paved path that cuts through town.

 The scenic route calls to me today, and as I duck into the familiar wooded arena, I lose sight of Mesis, hoping that when I emerge, I will find it no longer kissing the horizon.

 I begin to ignore the music that plays softly through my head as the birds and animals make their own chorus known, and I pause to simply take it in. I don’t get much time to myself to think anymore. Not since I've thrown myself into work full force. Since I lost enine, I-

My fingers dance around my wedding ring, worn on my right these days instead of my left. It’s been a few years now, and I still find my chest aching. 

Carrying myself off the dirt path and onto the main road, I find more stirring than I did before, a few waggons here and there, and a few other folks, not unlike myself, woke earlier than expected and took this morning for themselves. 

Few shops open before our second sun meets the second quarter of the sky, but my favoured cafe does, and for this I am deeply grateful. I find it funny that the place calls itself Jumpstart when it is often empty. Or home to folks like me who have trailed in before the day has started. 

Either way, as I make my way in, I am greeted by the usual quiet; however, I don’t recognise the barista as she calls out to welcome me. Must be a new hire. I take my usual seat at a table near the back bay window. 

I lay my notebook out on the table and start to note down the happenings of the week. Most of it passed by in a whirl that I barely remembered. Simple cases, simple days. 

A stolen horse was the biggest standout, aside from him. The vampire. It floods me for a moment—the memories of the hunt that I swore I could have finished if he wasn’t a damn shapeshifter. 

“This one is going to be difficult.” I mutter as I flip through my logs for the week before happening on a blank page. My thoughts blaze faster than I can write, and I once again find myself caught in the flurry of ink and paper as I tear through frantic page after frantic page. 

When my recount is complete, I find my wrist aching, and I lean back into the cushions nestled into the window nook. I glance around, noting that the other patrons seem to have both ended up here to read. Sipping lightly on cups and mugs, lost in their own worlds, unaware of the danger that prowls just below their noses. 

Steady cloud cover coats the suns outside the window, painting the rest of the morning in a dappled grey that makes me shiver. Longingly gazing out the window is doing me no favours at all, so I stand and make my way over to the counter. 

“Hi! What could I do for you?” The barista greets me in a singsong voice I don’t recognise, though it's uncanny how familiar it feels. 

“Um,” I glance her up and down for a moment. Her green eyes are just a bit too large for her face, and they seem much too vibrant. Looking at her makes my head hurt. "Sorry." Glancing down, I shake my head. “I just got the most odd feeling of deja vu.”

“Mmm,” The woman purrs a soft tune as she takes in my words, and as the vibrations hit my ears, I feel my feet shift back and forth. She purses her lips as she looks me up and down before shock threads its way through her features, though in a flash it disappears. “Odd.” 

“Yeah, um,” As I look up at the menu, I feel her gaze trail upon me, and my stomach spirals. “Can I just get an Americano? No, no food for me today.” The floor below me swims and threatens to knock me off my feet. What is wrong with me? 

She nods enthusiastically and responds with a simple “Mhm!” Her voice alone makes me queasy; something is off about this woman.

“I’ll bring everything to your table when it's done, alright?” She smiles just a tad too wide, and I take note of her razor-like teeth. 

“Thank you,” Before I can finish speaking, she giggles softly and walks into the back, leaving me alone with my strange unease. 

Sitting back down, I find that my nerves have already calmed. I find my pen back in my hand and start sketching, sketching down this odd woman. Though the lines pass in a blur, my hand carries itself without input from my brain as the face takes shape. The slender shoulders, the long ringlets, the sharp nose, the piercing green eye. He’s too similar to her, too odd. His face takes shape on the page instead of hers.

I sketch the woman out too, putting their faces side by side to confirm my suspicions. Same flex of the jaw, same barely pointed ears, same lips, same goddamn eye. Though the pair of them seems odd, could he really change his whole appearance like that? I suppose I shouldn't doubt his abilities. I’ve never dealt with a shapeshifter before. 

The barista makes their way over to my table and hands me my mug, but as I glance up, I realise it's a different person. The man I’m used to here. His long dreads tied behind him in a ponytail. 

“Hey, Ash.” 

He simply nods in return. 

“When did that new girl get hired?” 

“Oh, just a few weeks ago. She’s a real oddball, that one.” He responds, not really making eye contact with me as he gazes out the window. 

“She made me feel so uneasy.” I say, my voice wavering slightly. 

“Yeah, almost everyone here feels that way. She’s uncanny, always smiling.” He started. “Marissa in the kitchen says that she swears she sees Sam fluctuating, if that makes sense? Like her form changes. Though no one else has seen it happen.” 

I feel my brow furrow as I look back down at my sketchbook. “Can I talk to her?” 

“She just went home." Ash glances at my notebook, and I see him chewing on his cheek. “I’ll have her visit you.” 

I nod as he walks back into the kitchen, not remembering to mumble him a thank you as I shoot back my coffee as fast as possible. Packing up my things quickly, but not trying to draw attention to myself. 

My mug clinks as I slide it back onto the counter and make my way out the door and onto the street. A few people are still wandering about, umbrellas propped on their shoulders. I have no hood to protect myself from the rain, and instead I feel the water dribble down my neck and back. I’m thankful for my trench coat, though, as it keeps my notebook from getting wet as I tuck it into my chest. 

Fumbling with my keys makes me realise what a silly hurry I'm in. There’s nothing wrong; nothing has happened. But despite how easily my nerves calmed in the coffee shop, I now feel like every part of me is on fire. 

Slipping the key into the lock and twisting it with a click helps my heart just a little to be safe inside my home. I drop my notebook onto the counter and sit down on the couch, waiting for Marrisa and for Monday, when I can finally tell Duck what I saw. 

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A knock at the door startles me awake. My coat rests over my body like a blanket. As I sit up,the knock rattles my door again, and I make my way over to it. The woman who stands on my porch is short and stout. Her dark fawn hair slung over her shoulder in a thick, messy braid. I know this woman to be Marrisa, the cook at Jumpstart. 

“I didn’t expect you to be here today." A small chuckle escapes my lips. “Come in.” 

“I’m sorry, officer. I thought we were in a rush; Ash made it sound that way at least.” She said, fidgeting with her hands. 

“I’m not on the clock; you don’t need to be formal with me, and as for the rush, I guess you could say so.”

She glances around nervously for a moment before stepping over the threshold of my home and settling herself in my entryway. 

“Could I get you anything before we get started here, maybe tea?” 

She nods. “Tea would be great.” 

“Feel free to get comfortable as I put the kettle on.” I say as I make my way through the open entryway into my kitchen. 

Marissa nods and walks over to my couch, settling in and taking off her coat. She seems so distraught. It’s odd, to say the least. This case isn’t well known yet, but I wonder if my suspicion is correct and she’s been working with this monster. 

She takes the cup of tea and smiles softly, taking a slow sip before setting her cup down on the coffee table. 

“So Ash was telling me you've seen some strange things from your new coworker, Sam?” 

Her eyes flit around the room, out the window on a rainy day, at the archway to the kitchen, and then back to me. “Uh, yeah. It’s hard to explain.” 

“Just start with the first odd thing you saw.” I say, flipping through my sketchbook to the page with the newest sketches. 

“Well, when we first hired her, she was fine, though she did make most of the staff a bit uneasy. Her smile is just too wide.” 

Ink flows down onto my page as she talks. I attempt to write down everything she says word for word, and since she’s speaking rather slowly, I find the job quite easy. 

“As you already know, I work back in the kitchen; usually I’m the only one back there as Viv has a pretty spotty schedule. I’m used to it, though. Anyway, the first odd thing I saw was when Sam was on break. The break room is right next to the kitchen, and usually we keep the connecting door open so that it's easier for us to come and go. She was sitting around the table that we have in there; her back was turned to me, and it looked like she got taller? Like her body stretched out to how it was supposed to be.” 

My brow knits as she says this, and I find that she seems confused as well, though I assume it's for a different reason than myself. “How tall would you say she seemed to be?” 

“Um, around seven feet?” She ponders, tapping her foot on the floor. 

“Interesting.” I add in, thinking back to the height of the man in the forest. There’s no way these aren’t the same people. “Any other odd occurrences?” 

“Well, I have seen her face change, though it's always very minor.” She went on. “One of her eyes will be closer to her nose for a moment and then move back, or her neck will seem to get longer and shorter. They are all little things, but they are still noticeable. It's freaky. I don't want to work with her any longer, but she hasn’t technically done anything wrong, so it's not like we can fire her. We are just kind of stuck until she decides to leave on her own accord.” She glances back at the door again, still tapping her foot. 

“I think that's all I need from you, but I'll keep in touch if that's okay?” 

"Yeah, that's fine. Sorry if I seem a little peeved. I'm just glad someone else noticed this. Is it for a case?” 

"Well, it's not exactly public knowledge yet, so I can’t really tell you much, but yes, it's for a case.” 

“Good, I hope we can fire her.” She chuckles and stands up. “Well, I'll get out of your hair now.” 

I stand too, walking her to the door. “Take care of yourself; things are tough out there right now.” 

“I know, I know. We are all doing what we can.” 

I lean down and wrap my arms around her, and she does the same. We wave simple goodbyes as she leaves my home, and I head up to my study, hoping to make sense of what she’s told me.  

I find myself working much past my usual hours; the ticking clock is my only company. But I'm determined, despite my drooping eyelid. 

The matches strike with a familiar sizzle as I light a candle next to my work station, illuminating my papers and wax. God forbid that I fall asleep as I work. 

Firelight greets my eye as it flickers back open, taunting me as I struggle to rise from sleep. I wipe away the ink from my stained face in a futile effort and continue to write. Attempting to finalise what I want to say to Duck has been a pain, but I know I need to finish it in time for the sunrise, which I can already see slipping through the curtains. Time passes too quickly when you have a deadline. 

I struggle through paragraphs, wiping my tired eye, hands covered in ink. It's awful working this way, but it’s the only time I’ll have this weekend. My pen shakes in my hand as  I finish off the final sentences, thanking the gods that I can finally find some rest. 

Not bothering to change out of my day clothes, I lay down on my bed. The moment that the pillow meets my ink stained cheeks, I wink out, my dreams clouded with eyes and faces I don’t recognise but find familiar all the same. 

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“MayFord?” The sheriff utters, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Why are you here?” 

"Listen, it's urgent.” I urge, stepping forward towards him. “I’ve found new developments on the case, and you need to know now.” 

“Its late; you should,”

“Mesis has already risen.” 

Duck sighs and shifts to the side, letting me into his home. I take in a deep breath as I step through the entryway. His house is decorated like a beach house, and I figure it's to remind him of his home back in Argytos. 

He walks forward, his baggy pyjamas hanging limply off his frame as he sits down on the couch, gesturing for me to sit down across from him

His hospitality isn't great, but I suppose I should expect that from a man who has been woken in the early morning by a knock at the door. I’ve always had a bad habit of bothering him too early or too late, but this is a new low, even for myself.

“What have you brought in?” He asks, leaning back and turning to the side, letting a yawn escape his lips.

“I know where the vamp is working.” 

He turns back to me and leans forward on his knees, gesturing for me to tell him more. 

“I went out yesterday morning to take notes, and I saw him there, disguised, of course; he's smart.” Duck nods as I speak, his eyes scanning the space above me. I assume he is noting down what I tell him in his head. “He’s working down at Jumpstart. I talked to their cook, Marrissa, about what she’s seen. Apparently he’s been shifting on the job; if we could get anyone else's statements, we could maybe try to interview the vamp ourselves.” 

Duck looks sidelong at me for a moment before leaning forward once more. “Did you catch the vamp's name?” 

“Sam, though I'm sure it's an alias, there's no way it isn't.” 

He nods and leans back again, as though asking me to continue.  

“Sadly, that's all I have. Though I think it's a good start, I plan to go back and ask to talk to her. The only other thing I could think to mention is the odd feeling of deja vu he gives me, though I think it may just be a strange side effect of the shapeshifting.” 

“If that’s all you have to offer me, I would like it if you could leave my residence now.” Duck stands and walks towards his staircase, gesturing for me to leave. 

“But, aren't you going to write anything down? Shouldn't we discuss this further?” I retort as he walks up the stairs. 

“We can continue on Primtas when you come in for work; go take a break, Klara. I know you tend to overwork yourself.” He says as he walks upstairs, his back turning as he turns into his room and shuts the door, leaving me alone in his foyer. 

I stand and brush myself off, despite the complete absence of dirt, and I continue forward to the front door. Out on his porch, I take in a deep sigh and start my walk home. Deciding to take the rest of this weekend to myself.

[tubbytarchia]

Hi hi!! I accidentally spent way too long on this, but the animatic was so good it FUELLED me... Here's a screenshot redraw as a lil gift :] Sorry grian isn't very birby lol

OH HE IS VERY BIRBY WHAT DO YOU MEANNN AHHH I wish i could draw bruises and stuff like you, I totally skimped out on that but ahh this is sick!!! Oh it's so lovely and oh it hurts so much haha. Thank you so much, it's such an honor for my work to inspire anyone, this is so cool!!! AHHHYH your art is so pretty!! I love the colors and Grian's face says it all hnggg

[aether-weather]

manifesting summer rn (it's 18 degrees)

[skunkes]

[aulerean]

Hi! could you draw a Kricketot? please

sure! :)

he's practising being a conductor (for when he evolves)

[kakujis]

leaving love bites on u 💜

aka i have a huge thing for baji and his fangs 🥺

ft: baji, chifuyu, mikey (idk how he weaseled in)

warnings: biting/marking lol, blood mention, possessiveness, reader is gn but dress/skirt mention, all the boys are timeskip. MINORS DNI.

baji likes to bite and mark u everywhere. seriously, everywhere!! this isn’t just for your body either, it’s for places. he’ll mark u in the pet shop behind the counter, at a restaurant, amusement park, u name it and baji is there biting and sucking away <3 especially since u told him u love his lil fangs! he suckles hickeys into your neck all time, littering your collarbone with them as well. kissing ur hand turns into nibbling on your fingers. its not a secret that u biting him back turns him on, especially if it’s his finger or thumb that somehow found its way into ur mouth. if ur fucking, hes a little harsher, sinking his teeth into ur shoulder blade and lapping at the lil pricks of blood <3 honestly, the marking has become so distracting chifuyu and kazutora have asked him to ease up. he can’t help it, he just thinks ur so pretty all marked up and all his!!

cutie pie chifuyu only marks you in places u can hide, but he marks them all over. your chest, your stomach, your back, thighs, are covered with chifuyu’s hickeys. fuyu is actually pretty possessive over u, but would be very embarrassed if any of his friends called him out on it. he cant deny the way his heart races when he sees u wearing clothes u normally would knowing his handy work is underneath. he can’t wait to take those pesky garments off and give u some fresh marks <3

bonten!mikey likes to bite u in places that are juuuust barely hidden. as much as he would love to show them off, since you are his and his only, he finds it more thrilling this way. if u were to stretch, shirt pulling up, u can just barely see the bruised skin underneath. if u were wearing a skirt/dress and bent down, his mark would be there too, just barely visible on the back of your thigh. it's sort of a game for him! he loves the awkward coughs and throat clears when a glimpse of your pretty purple flesh catches the eye of one of his subordinates. where should he mark next?

[sea-buns]

Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous about Gorgug this season. It's just that the last Zac Oyama pc was Colin Provolone, who was arguably one of his greatest D20 performances, if not the greatest.

Zac always does great with every pc he plays, but Colin was something else. He came out swinging with actions and words that were teeming with unspoken emotional baggage. The way Colin's presence affected the other pcs; there was this level of depth that I don't think I've seen in any of his other characters. It was understated and quiet in that signature "just a guy" way that he tends to be, while still captivating everyone instantly with just how raw it was.

Not to say we haven't seen emotional depth in Gorgug. It's just that, compared to the other Bad Kids, Gorgug's journey and progression as a character has been very... impersonal? Like, yes, he found his birth parents, and he found friends who appreciate him, and he faced his insecurities about his intelligence, and he navigated relationship troubles, and his trial through the claustrophobic bug-tunnels was a horrifically-uncanny parallel to how he's spent his entire life trying to make himself as small as possible.

But how much of that has actually changed him from the Gorgug we started with? I would agree that he's definitely happier with his life, given all the loving and supportive people that have been added to it when it used to be just him and his parents. And he's certainly grown into himself and become more self-assured in his abilities, even if he's still, and always will be, our anxious little guy. And there's nothing wrong with that. I've always liked how Gorgug was a representation of all the little things. The subtle acts and kindnesses that don't seem like much to most, but to some are everything.

We don't need another Bad Kid living in fear that their mouth could be shit-in at any moment. We've already got one-too-many.

All that being said, I just feel like Gorgug's personal story beats are much easier to sweep under the rug than everyone else's. He has the same soft and understated quality that Colin held, but they lack that extra oomph that pushed Colin over the edge from being just another guy in a series of dudes, to a character that the vast majority of us could not get out of our heads. He took someone who was anxious and softspoken, who ultimately never wanted to be violent— someone who is remarkably similar to Gorgug in many ways— and maintained that demeanor and core in Colin's character while still hitting us in the feels with character development at max velocity at every turn.

I think Zac gets better and better at this with every season that goes by. With each new character, there is always something that leaves me stunned in awe. And it's been, what, three? Four years since we last saw Gorgug?

I'm just,,, I'm cautiously optimistic but also going into a bit of a worry about what violence this man may inflict upon us

[ganondoodle]

someone commented on an old post of mine that sonia wasnt fridged bc shes relevant to the plot and i have been thinking about it for an hour bc i dont think thats an actual get out of jail card for that .... also ... what does she do? be raurus way to cement himself as da king? give some half assed advice to zelda, that has no pay off unless you count zelda time reversing a bunch of weapons*, and then immediately dies just so zelda can essentially replace her and make rauru regret he didnt stab ganondorf right when he showed up in their temple i guess ?? (which is questionable on its own imo)

(*its not a good pay off for powers she was suddendly revealed to always have had(tm) and also is only ever used to .... welll, get zelda out of the way back in time, reverse a few weapons and .. idk create a ham fisted way to give the player her gimmick?)

even if she doesnt technically meet the requirements(lol?) to be called fridged like .. she is spiritually at least for how irrelevant and cheapely killed off she was

[ef-1]

girlhood

[doodleodds]

Wow, what a prince~!

Late Shuake week 2022 Day 1 - Flowers

[thelooniemoonie]

they weren't kidding thems puppets sure can autism

[lobotomyladylives]

people often assume when we all go out together that I'm my half brothers mom (I'm 20 years older than him) & that his parents are his grandparents & it's so funny bc I know it bothers them. old ass idiots

[rosekasa]

it kinda sucks that my biggest fear over the past 2.5 years was that all the people that i spoke to and considered as friends actually would just forget about me if i disappeared and then it kinda like. came true

[donghuamuqing]

As she told me, son:

[zappedbyzabka]

Listen….listennnn

Johnny in these.

He is so unbelievably Barbie doll to me—I play with his character like one lol. I see everyone saying he’s Ken (which is somewhat because CK decided to dumb him down (a lot) so now everyone associates him with ditsness), and I think there are a good amount of similarities as well—the headband, for example—but to me he’s a mix, taking the og TKK Johnny into account. Irl, Barbie would have been a bit prissy and probably even a little mean—but she is Barbie and rules don’t apply to her, so Johnny is kind of Rockelle-like in attitude but Barbie-like in looks.

And on the doll clothes note. I am so so obsessed with the fashion. After seeing the Barbie movie, I am BACK on my doll loving bullshit.

⬇️

There is a single Monster High outfit and that is because even as an older kid I looooved Clawdeen and Draculara and their outfits. I’d turn it red or blue for Johnny though. And the rest….need to explanation. Just picture it, he’d look amazing.

Obviously he’d still wear his band shirts and wrangler jeans cause he looks great in them, but he can wear these too.