the beast within

'the better i get to know men, the more i find myself loving dogs...' -a very wise man. // garfield logan aka beast boy - shapeshifter extraordinaire, charming at best and a pest at worst, and a member of the teen titans.

[beastorboy]

svperboi‌:

why oh why did he decide to take on this mission with garfield? if it could even be called that — a food mission. the clone had forgotten just how clumsy the other could be at times. despite the fact they were supposed to be keeping a low profile, staying out of any trouble and pretending to be powerless, boring. the two had wound up getting chased by sentinels. if only someone else were there to stop this mess from even happening in the first place. 

whizzing around the corner, kon spotted the green figure and raced over to him, “talk about keeping a low profile, the hell are you doing?!” his eyes widened, exclaiming his words as he kept a lookout for the sentinels. with a sigh, he turned back to the building. “screw it.” their identities had already been exposed, so kon glided down through the doorway gar had just smashed through, and with a groan, he began searching the space for his green friend. “GAR,” he returned with obvious frustration, “yeah — i’m here, wish i wasn’t.” he mumbled the last part to himself, before continuing. “where you hiding? we gotta get outta here, asap. unless you wanna fight those giant robocops… then be my guest.”

“back here,” gar hissed out, head peeking out from around the countertop to nod kon over in his direction. shuffling over to make space for the other, he kept an ear out, frowning as he waited for any sound. “yeah, because that sounds like a great idea,” he grumbled sarcastically, eyes shooting around the room. “i mean... the others might kill us for drawing more attention, but...” his eyes rise towards the ceiling, offering a shrug. “those things definitely can’t fly... right?” 

[vicstcne]

ever since the rest of the titans had left for the past, and the new laws were put into place victor took it upon himself to guard the one place they all considered home; the tower. when he wasn’t trying to rekindle with his dad, he spent his days locked deep within the tower. it was the only place he could be without being considered some sort of threat. he can’t remember the last time he’d gone out and done something fun. so, just like any other day, victors sat at the security system he managed to keep with his own system. he has music on in the background, humming to it softly as he takes another drink of soda. it’s when the alarm starts blaring and his projector on his arm flashes to show someone entering into one of the entrances of the tower. within seconds he’s abandoned the soda can and turned the music off. it doesn’t take him long to get to the intruder, facing their back as they walk further into the building. it didn’t have power in certain parts which explained why the two were surrounded in darkness, his red eye being the only thing illuminating the space besides the outside. “didn’t anyone ever tell you snoopin’ in a strangers home is rude?” the male remarks, eyebrow furrowed. “i’m gonna need some identification or you to get the hell out.” 

[beastorboy]

it’s... surprising, that the tower wasn’t the first place he’d gone to. it was home, after all. but he wasn’t sure he could bear to see it - seeing how people were treating mutants and metas, and considering what type of people made up their group... he had a fairly good idea that the tower wouldn’t be in its greatest state. but one night, he forced himself to leave his little camp, making his way up to the darkened tower, sighing as he stared it down. at least it hadn’t been razed to the ground, right? the doors were all locked, but gar had his own entrances - not exactly secret, but places that others wouldn’t think of. but apparently someone had thought to leave the alarms going, his head shooting up to the sound, his hands going over his ears as he grimaced. however, the voice that echoed out from behind him quickly turned that expression around, his hands slowly dropping to his sides. “dude - come on. you really gonna call me a stranger?” he spun around, pushing his hood off his face as he looked victor up and down. “am i at least allowed to ask you for a hug before you throw me out?”

[beastorboy]

✪ - kon !

@svperboi

“this... should be fun.” looking towards the ceiling, gar chuckles to himself because... of course of all the people he could find himself stuck in an elevator with, kon would be the one. “not scared of small spaces, i hope?” he teases - he’s certain even if the superboy was, he’d put on the biggest show not to make it obvious. “then again, you could probably just punch through the elevator wall if you wanted. ... dude, wanna test that theory?”

[beastorboy]

➤ - roy !

@ryhrpr

it’s become basic instinct at this point - hit first, think later. and especially when he’s sleeping, you never know which dark nightmares are going to come find you in the middle of the night these days. so when he feels that hand around his shoulder, even through a couple heavy layers of sleep, he punches up - and groggily scrambles back along his mattress, hands curled into fists and ready to give the asshole’s jaw another crack. ... until he realizes who that jaw belongs to, arrows slung across his back and curse words forming on his lips. “jesus, roy... ever heard of knocking?” he asks with a groan, already slouching back down into his original position. “or better yet - let sleeping dogs lie. especially this one!!”

[beastorboy]

bcdlcuk‌:

“ CREATIVE , ” she comments , as she inspects him . leaning forward , her elbows dug into his lower back as her hands clasp together under her chin . “ this is my place , so wanna tell me why you’re stuck in my window ? ” she allows slight teasing to enter her tone as her left hand trails down his side , wondering if his wallet was close enough for her to take , but deciding against it / for now .“ so , kitten , what is the excuse this time ? ”

the descent downwards from the windowsill is slow and awkward as garfield eventually drops to his feet, spinning to face the girl. the surprise that registers on his face is evident, but he manages to pull out another smile, shrugging slightly. “shit - your place, huh? i was trying to surprise a friend - guess i got the wrong apartment, definitely gotta keep better track than that.”

[beastorboy]

tigressisms‌:

artemis walks closer to the other her gaze flickering to the view of the window she was standing next to “tell me about it,” she commented placing her hands on her hips as a long sigh left her lips, there was many people she should be worried about most of them came with her so she at least knew they weren’t victims of this new timeline they had created. the archer looked down at the boy who was seating with a small bite on her lips she nodded her head “a few of them —” she paused as she averted her eyes “others i’m not too sure where they’ve been, just hoping they are around and fine.” she took in a breath and looked at garfield once again with a gentle smile on her features “how are you, though, considering everything?”

garfield nods slightly, sighing before he stands, his shoulders rising in a shrug. “i mean - good! definitely good. we’ve got this. we fixed things once. we can fix them again, for sure. right? right.” he’s no longer sure if he’s just responding to her, or attempting to convince himself. but he was quick to right himself, raising his head and smiling over at artemis. “we get this sorted and everything’s gonna be all good.” 

[beastorboy]

@tiimdrckes

“i hate this.” garfield can’t stop grumbling from where he and tim are perched up on the rooftop, glaring down at the streets below. “we try and help people - put ourselves in danger so we can’t help anyone else. let people fend for themselves - well, then they get hurt, and we all get to live with the guilty conscience. it’s the worst fucking catch-22 ever.” even with the fact there isn’t much they can do, they still keep a watch - keeps garfield a little more sane, at least. and it allows them some freedom of movement under the cover of darkness. he can kinda get batman’s whole stealth mode thing now. “... how long do you think this is gonna hold up for?” his voice goes a little softer, genuine worry seeping into his words. 

[beastorboy]

@soulselves

coming back to 2019 was supposed to be a good thing. coming back to the present meant they’d fixed everything - that they were going to stop a future where people like them couldn’t live normal lives, couldn’t exist freely. and yet coming back here... god, it was nothing like they’d planned. it was worse. 

the jump was messy. people flashing in and out at different points, not just one mass exodus - which, to be fair, was probably a good thing. the other problem? flashing in at different physical points too. as far as he could tell, everybody was still in westchester, just... no two people seemed to arrive in the same place. so getting a lock on people? really fucking tricky. ever since he’d reappeared, he’d been keeping an eye out, searching as he could - managed to find some of the titans, allies he recognized from the mansion, others he didn’t. but all the while... one dark-haired girl seemed to be just out of grasp. he asked for raven wherever he went. talked to anybody who was in the know, who had ever encountered her... but she seemed determined not to be found. which was probably safer for everybody, really, clumping together the way garfield seemed to be trying might be a recipe for disaster. but a little voice in the back of garfield’s head made him begin to wonder... maybe their inability to find each other wasn’t random happenstance. maybe it was intentional. 

it’s a late night - he’s moving quietly through the streets, keeping an eye out for anything... strange. anything that he could lend his aid to, anything that could keep the others safe. it’s a habit he’s taken to - he’s never been the type to need to feel useful, but in these times? keeping busy is the best option he’s got. he walks quietly on the street, hood pulled up high over his head, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. he turns a corner, notices a figure moving towards him, a young woman. he automatically slouches, trying to make himself smaller, unassuming. as they cross by each other, his eyes rise to her face - she’s pretty. blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, he’s not quite sure if she even notices him walking by. but as she passes - maybe it’s the curve of her nose, maybe it’s the way she walks... it makes him pause, eyes widening. the smell that emanates off her... masked with perfume, but... but it smells like home. he swings around with hesitation, calling out to her despite how stupid of an idea it is: “... rae??” 

[beastorboy]

@bcdlcuk

“... hi?” Garfield has pulled himself halfway through the window, determined to get inside here - he’s heard rumours, others metas and superpowered people hiding together - when the sound of footsteps behind him has him pausing, his ass and legs still hanging out. swinging his head around he flashes the figure a smile, trying to think on his feet. “if... i told you i locked myself out. you’d buy that, right?” 

[vhsmeme]

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[spidercloned]

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[legilimcns]

memesandthings‌:

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[beastorboy]

@kcryanders

“it’s really good to see you, kor - seriously, i mean it.” not that he thought she doubted the sincerity of his words - but in times like these, it seemed appropriate to let your friends know just how much you cared. leading her up the stairs of the abandoned office building, he continued to explain, “i mean - hiding out’s fun and all, but it’s still good to see a familiar face, ya know? i’m also hoping that you’re gonna tell me you’ve got some better digs than i do. cause i mean - abandoned desks make for a good defense system, but like... not sleeping on a floor would be great.”

[beastorboy]

@spidercloned

“wait - hey - ‘scuse me?” he’s just trying to get anybody’s attention, hoping that maybe he can convince someone to grab him some food - these days, anybody that looks even remotely ‘weird’ in any shape or form seems to be enough to have people screaming for help. and the hair, the skin? yeah, that falls into the weird category. “hey - dude!” he jumps in front of a guy that’s about to step up into the corner store, hood almost covering his eyes as he grins at him. “look, i uh... weird favour to ask, but would you mind picking up a couple sandwiches? i got the cash, they’re... well, let’s just say they’re not too fond of me in there.” 

[beastorboy]

@ncghtwing

“i mean - you know me. i’m not usually one for the whole ‘plan’ thing.” making light of the scenario was the only way garfield could keep his head about all of this. it was a half-decent coping mechanism, if he said so himself. “but like... you do have a plan, right? you’re gonna do that whole thing where you go ‘alright team, we’re gonna do this’ and then we just... do it? and maybe i’ll fuck a few things up here and there, and then other people’ll do some badass stuff, and just... you know, we’ll fix it?” he’s not even quite sure he’s convincing himself as he rambles on, but all he can do is hope expectantly that his friend will at least pretend for his sake that things are going to be okay. 

[beastorboy]

@illuminxtinglove

“cass - psst - cassie!” garfield groans, watching the girl from a distance. he’d been soaring over the city, deciding to ignore just how noticeable a bright green raven could appear for the sole piece of knowledge that maybe he could seek out others, who else managed to zap back to the future. and he was lucky this time - it was a hunch, just a guess that he was running off of, but the payoff was huge. except for the fact that his friend seemed to be equally in ‘defense’ mode and didn’t seem to be paying much attention to his hushed whisper yells. 

“cassandra fucking sandsmark for the love of god!” a quick look down the street before he’s chasing after her, hood flying up over his head with ease as he gets a hand on her shoulder. “just keep walking,” he mutters, eyes wandering around. “long time no see, huh?”

[beastorboy]

@svperboi

“see and this?? this is why we don’t leave you in charge of the plans!!” he barely has a chance to even catch a second glance at kon, practically certain the other’s charging his way through a wall - seriously, they had to work on his impulse control. and this was coming from garfield of all people.

food. all they’d wanted was to sneak out and get some food. serves them right for leaving in a pair. he’d genuinely thought that their disguises were perfect - not that kon really needed one. and all gar had really done was pull a beanie on over the bright green hair. but still!! good disguises. right now though, running away from sentinels that were on their asses? no longer seemed so impressive. “in here!!” he yells out to - well, the thin air this point. slamming his shoulder into the locked door, he lets out a growl, eyes glowing green for a moment, just on the edge of a shift as he lets that animal strength flow through him - and even if the lock doesn’t break, at least the door goes flying down. he sprints through, seems like a retail space for rent, but right now, it doesn’t matter, it’s a place to hide. he skids down behind the countertop, breathing heavily, his eyes still glowing a bright green, ideas running through his head. “kon?!” he hisses into the air, hoping maybe the superkid can hear him. “still with me??”

[beastorboy]

@tigressisms

“well this is... bad.” garfield looks out through the window, seating himself on the ledge, his features pulled downwards into a frown. it’s not in his natural skillset to worry. he doesn’t like having to worry. worrying is not his thing. but now that everyone’s found their way back to the present - god, he has so many people out there to think of, friends who he can only pray aren’t in the wrong place at the wrong time. looking over to the other, he sighs quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. “... have you heard from any of the others?”