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“Jake you are not going to be fine.” He knew how badly Jake wanted to chest bump, and honestly he should be trying to do it with someone more his size. And someone who wouldn’t cause him to bounce across the room. “Terry has been hitting the gym.”

Always following Jake’s lead, Charles smiled. “Right yes.” He paused for a moment and though. “I mean I guess we could look up and see if he is one of my blog followers. I have an email blast I send out whenever I post a new review, so we would at least have the killer’s email. Maybe we can use that to track him.” 

“Jake, I would not lie about my food blog. You know how important this is to me.” Charles responded before stepping to the side to allow his best friend a chance to see what he was looking at. “He was reading my most popular review. It’s about a place downtown that has the best fish soup. The trick is to use the entire fish. Their eyeballs are just exquisite.” 

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“What the hell Peralta?” Amy was upset that he was pushing her away from him, away from the case that they were supposed to be together. Did this have anything to do with the fact that they had both broken up with their significant others? And now they were sitting in the awkwardness of trying to figure out what was going to happen next? Or it was just Jake wanting to play out one of his movie fantasies. “When were you going to tell me that you had a suspect?” 

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“You really don’t want me to do that.” Terry sighed as he turned in his chair to face Jake. “Every time you ask for me to give you a chest bump, you get hurt. Why do you keep asking for them?” 

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“I’m being honest. I really think our victim was reading my food blog.” He was excited at the thought of someone reading his blog. He spent so much time on it, and it was his pride and joy. “Look, it’s in his browser history.” 

So anyway, I came back ready to start last... March? Well, late March one of my rats unexpectedly took a turn for the worst and we had to put him down. Then not 4 weeks later, my other older boy passed in my arms. So needless to say I kinda disappeared again.

I'm sorry for the inconsistency - I always come back planning to get back into it. It'll just, I guess, take time. Idk when I'll be able to get back here, but I wanted to let y'all know how things have been going.

Pls like this if u want me to bother you in your IMs to discuss continuing threads or starting new ones ;U; I can’t promise I won’t be slow.............BUT 

I wanna come back soon, idk when tho. This pandemic has been shit and teaching f2f Elementary has been shit and I'm exhausted all the time.

But, if u wanna message me here or even add on discord #spagnoodle#9178 , feel free! I'll also probs be adding @greenmartyrdom here. I haven't posted there in forever 😤

Anyway I love u guys and hope you are all doing well, especially considering the pandemic.

                             A P P E A R A N C E

[ MUN NOTE: I never really liked how a lot of the supernatural creatures in the SPN universe were just humans except for maybe one feature that made them different. I love Djinn, but the ones in the show didn’t impress me, especially since they just had... tattoos. So, I’ve delved into different Djinn lore and picked a few things to FINALLY come up with Mac’s “true form.” ]

Excerpt taken from my and @enchcntd​‘s thread

-----------------------------       In a few seconds, the Djinn changes form in front of their friend. Mac still looks human, but not entirely. They’re MONSTERS—creatures that humans run from.Their skin is gray like dust. There are tattoos now all across their body glowing blue, and ram horns can now be seen on their head. No more red hair shines atop, and it’s a pitch black mess.

      It’s the form they never wanted to take on again, but they need to be transparent with their friend.

“Aw, Farid, are you worried I’m going to get in trouble~?” ELIZABETH giggles and leans in just a tad to maybe get a rise from poor Farid. It doesn’t last long as she’s straightening back and making a uek face of disgusts. The giggling did it, for sure. Shifting back, Amal rolls their eyes, “HONESTLY I don’t give a crap if they say anything. You know, I have it all planned.” They move around, comes to sit right beside Farid, and that very same clouds Farid had been looking at moments before they were interrupted, Amal shrugs, “You ever wonder just how big the world is? We travel, right? but….imagine just how much bigger the world is than what we know.”

They smirk, looking at Farid, “You think about that shit and you gotta check it out, don’t you?”

『 🔆 』       They watch as Amal turns back into their original form, causing Farid to let loose a little more and relax. They huffed and plopped back onto their back as their friend sat with them and gazed at the clouds.

       Amal isn’t someone who is afraid to say what she thinks, but unfortunately that is something that their kind isn’t too fond of. One time Farid and their eldest sibling were caught with a human’s book and the two of them were forced to go out and hunt for the whole family for a week.

       The way she talks right now makes Farid uneasy. They glance over at them, eyes trying to read their face. Leaning up on their forearms, the Djinn then spoke.

Spencer does as he’s offered, taking a seat at the kitchen table with his posture straight and alert, the nervous tension in his body clear as day. Because although he has no clue what on earth this is about, he’s worried; Mac has never seemed like this before. Still, the young man has an excess of patience. He simply waits quietly for his friend to speak, and listens when they do..

Things are still not much clearer, and he’s not sure if he’s ready to hear this. It sounds ominous and slightly scary and someone like himself is probably not best equipped to deal with that. But this is his friend. He cares about Mac and he wants to try and help them – if at all possible – or at least be there to listen. With both hands clasped together atop of the table, Spencer nods after a moment of hesitation. “Yes —- y–yes, of course! Please — wh–whatever it is, if – if you’d like to talk about it then –” A deep breath to try and ease the worried look on his face ‘cause that probably isn’t helping. A weak smile appears instead. “I’m here – for you, Mac. I’d like to h–help, if — if I can… whatever it is, it’s alright – right? We – we can figure it out…”

『 🔆 』       Their heart is in their throat, the panic not dissipating no matter how hard they try to push it away. How does one tell a good friend they’re not human? Does Spencer even believe in the supernatural? He’s the first person that Mac is going to open up to, and they have no idea how the other is going to react.

       Clearing their throat, Mac averts their eyes for a moment as they try to find the courage to speak up. “I’m not... really... who you see. WELL---” They bring their hands in front of them, shaking them slightly. “No, I don’t mean that.” Sighing, they look back up at Spencer, knowing what’s the best way to prove this. Words are not going to be the helpers here.

       “You know about how I ran away from home. That’s still true. But... I’m not from around here.”

       A steady breath comes when they close their eyes and focus on shapeshifting back into their original form. They hate remembering how they actually look, especially since the red hair has really felt like home. In a few seconds, the Djinn changes form in front of their friend. Mac still looks human, but not entirely. They’re MONSTERS---creatures that humans run from.Their skin is gray like dust. There are tattoos now all across their body glowing blue, and ram horns can now be seen on their head. No more red hair shines atop, and it’s a pitch black mess.

       It’s the form they never wanted to take on again, but they need to be transparent with their friend.

       Mac---Farid---opens their eyes, which are now a golden yellow, almost reminiscent of cat eyes.

       Those eyes then look over at Spencer, complete shame overcoming them.

       “I’m a Djinn.  I’m not human.” They soon then burst out, “But I’m still the same! It’s me, Mac! Your friend! I ran away for a reason. I HATE who I used to be.” They look down at their hands in disgust, hiding them under the table. There is only so much that they can stand being like this, so they quickly shift back into the normal, carefree redhead that the other came to know.

       Head hangs low, and they’re unable to look the other in the eyes. They haven’t been paying attention to the other’s reaction for fear of what they would see.