Masky, Hoodie, and Toby staring you down in the mansion bar, wondering how such a sweet little thing like you wandered into a world where everything is bitter.

Masky, who taps Hoodie's shoulder, pointing at you sipping a half-assed milkshake that tastes like powder, with his voice heavy with intention. “See that pretty thing over there?”

Hoodie, who slowly turns his head around, cheap beer in his hand, mask dragged halfway up his face, lips slowly curling into a grin. “Rogers,” he elbows Toby. “Look.”

Toby, who swivels his head mid-smoke, shoulder jerking before his eyes focused on you.

You, wearing that little white dress with the little peonies on them. You, kicking your feet back and forth, the tip of your heels occasionally bumping the table. You, with your lip gloss covered lips sucking so eagerly on the straw of your drink.

Toby, who hisses “S-shit,” and almost drops his cig on the floor.

Minutes passed. They were still staring at you, the three of them.

You don't notice. Or maybe— you don't mind.

Your eyes stuck on the rim of your drink, watching as the bubbles pop and disappear as the white milk slowly sunk at the bottom of the glass, finally finished.

And when the last of the liquid pooled down into a thin puddle, you pushed the glass away.

Such tiny fingers.

Then, Masky, as sly as he can be, brings a closed fist up to his face, and clears his throat.

The sound could almost make you flinch, the silence you thought you bode in disturbed.

Your head shot up, eyes big and wide— so pretty. They land on the table in the far back corner, their table. Fingers fiddling with each other, your face scrunches up to what they could make out of what it seems like both worry and curiosity.

Hoodie grins wider, raising a hand while waving his fingers at you, head tilting.

Masky curls his pointer at you, beckoning for you to come over like a dog.

Toby merely just blinks at you– but the shuffling of his hips and his hands over his crotch— tells you things you didn't volunteer to know.

Growing up I did a lot of reading, as many kids in the 90s did, and thusly, much like many 90s kids, I was exposed to the wonderful world of Animorphs.

So OBVIOUSLY that meant I had to read the recent graphic novel adaptation. Which I honestly quite enjoyed for the most part.

It had some minor issues here and there, but it excelled in depicting the mid-morph process, (great job!) conversely it really struggled with it's basic character design, and because of this, nearly all the human characters had a terrible case of same face.

Everyone having the same chubby heads and big round noses, regardless of age, gender or race, and all of them constantly making that stupid DreamWorks eyebrow meme face that I found really unfitting for some characters. I was frustrated by it, because it really detracted from what I felt was otherwise a really solid adaptation.

So when I saw this piece of official art included in one of the later issues, I thought 'Wow, that's super cute, I just wish the characters looked a bit more like themselves.'

(Included here is the original image.)

So I decided to redraw it, using a mix of their book descriptions and their cover models. I really wanted to blend the aspects of both, as the covers are just so instantly recognizable to anyone even vaguely familiar with the series, I just felt I would be remiss not to.

Also I wanted to add Ax! Now the group is truly complete!

@heropartnerweek day 2 - music

care for a tune?