#bybeast

❝ come t' mama. ❞ With delicately cupped hands, she squats to fetch him. Once settled in her palm, an index finger strays away to scritch them atop fluffy head. ❝ aww, y'know, I think it's y'er colour! real dashin' an' what not. 's my favourite, anyway. ❞ She leans in to boop their noses together affectionately, proceeds to fish for something in her pocket. ❝ i bet someone would love a toasted cheese cracker right 'bout now, ehhh ?? ❞ Taaa daaa — She carries these around. For rat emergencies. You never know. ❝ starvin', ain't ch'a? oh, i bet if that cockroach did somethin' t' y'a, he didn't even FEED y'a first! makes me sick, it does. ❞ ⤷ @bybeast

from across the table she assess @bybeast. a persona she is familiar with, yet barely knows. beast boy. member of the doom patrol and the titans. possess the ability to take the form of any animal. but garfield logan? what does she really know of him, other than his kind heart and easy smile. their paths didn't often cross. batgirl was never a titan. there was no reason to know much of him, until knowledge became her superpower. ❝ so, what did you need my help with? ❞

@bybeast, sc

❝ how about we start with what you do understand ? from there, we can work our way backwards. ❞

[ sms: garfield. 🦖 ] Garf, buddy, please don't plague my thoughts like this, I don't get enough sleep as it is.

blunt and to the point, as she’s known to be. the addams tans a step towards @bybeast & holds a paper out, hastily scrawled in what looks like charcoal. a transcribed vision, evidently, “ this is your tower, yes ? show me where. ” quite demanding for a guest, though wednesday has never gone anywhere she didn’t feel she owned.

*Randy Jackson x reader “Honey I told you not the get the Randy-o’s anymore.” I continue pouring my cereal without acknowledging Randy Jackson, he is my boyfriend. “HEY! YOU! I told you to stop buying cereal with my face on it! It weirds me out to eat my tiny little faces, and it should you too.” I shake my head, slamming down the box, watching the smug randy on the cover crumple up and bend, while life size Randy just looked at me, bewildered. “You can’t control me Randy Jackson.” “Oh wait I can because I’m Randy Jackson and I do what I want! It’s finally time. I have to tell him. “Well Randy-I-do-what-I-want-Jackson! I suppose you should see this then. I marched over to the sink and flung the doors under it open. I heard him gasp sharply. “Where-where did you get all this?” Randy was beyond shocked, in front of him stood shelf to shelf over 300 boxes of Randy o’s. “We need to talk about this. I think you have a problem.” And that’s how Randy Jackson managed to dump me and send me to the phsyc ward all in the same days. At least they serve Randy O’s here, so who is the real winner now?