Melvin takes on the superhero name of Manifest as she gets older. As she better controls her powers, she can adjust Bobby’s size at will, usually keeping him as a little teddy to carry around. While she once had her doubts, she knows Bobby is not a crutch. She managed to create a sentient being who also reflects her own ability to love and protect herself.

Story Snippets (Young Beast Boy)

The door to their newest home-away-from-home had barely opened when the five year old burst through, feet pitter-pattering as he sprinted from room to room, window to window. “There’s trees here! … There’s trees here! … This one has trees!” his voice could be heard trailing off in assorted directions as he darted around. “There’s trees in this one too!” the blond beamed as he stuck his face against the glass. Deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he took in the scenery just outside. There were luscious shades of greens and blues from the abundance of trees and water and assorted plant life that surrounded their dwelling in every direction. The boy’s parents couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement. Not every child would appreciate the beautiful locale of Lumumba, Africa. Many would likely complain about being dragged outdoors and away from their toys. Garfield Logan was not one of those children. --- While Garfield had been cowering in fear moments before, fingernails digging into the bark of the tree branch he was crouched upon, knuckles turning white from the tightness of his grip, with a pounding heart and quick shallow breaths, something in him had ignited. It was something primal, something that emanated from his very core and poured into his veins, surging through every fiber of his being. His mother was in danger. Deep green eyes snapped open, pupils shrinking as he felt his legs launching him from his perch and towards the ground. Upon landing, he was no longer a human child, but a mongoose. It had happened in an instant, but he still felt every motion his body went through; bones reshaping and organs slipping into new positions as fur and whiskers sprouted from beneath his skin. There was no pain, merely a surge of heat throughout his whole form. This heat burned hotter within him as his four paws carried him out of his clothes to rapidly circle the black mamba threatening his mother.

Story Snippet (Mad Mod and Terra)

(Part of a sequel story to something I haven’t even finished. For context: Mad Mod, through a strange series of events, technically adopted Tara, hoping to only do so temporarily until her new identity and life are sorted.) --- Mad Mod glowered down at the teen, arms tightly crossed across his chest. He took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled it in a long rumbling growl, lip curled into a deep sneer. Tara looked up at her guardian, brow quirked as she acted oblivious. "What did you call me in for?" "I'd tell you not to play dumb, but it seems you may genuinely be an idiot." The blonde's eyes widened a moment, before narrowing into a glare. "Excuse you?!" she retorted. "Excuse me?!" Mod recoiled before bending down to glare at her at her own eye level. "You stole from me!" There was a brief moment of panicked realization in her eyes before they narrowed again. "Whatever you think I stole, I didn't! You must have lost it!" She was lying through her teeth. "My late wife's golden emerald necklace? The first expensive gift I ever gave 'er? Oh, I take that out and move it around all the time! It's not like it's important to me and I keep it stored away for a reason! No!" If the concept wasn't ridiculous enough, he had video evidence of what she did. Tara shrunk down a great deal at his words, anger fizzling more into anxiety. Shit. She didn’t know it held sentimental value. The man was so rich, he could afford to replace anything with monetary value. Still, she wasn’t going to accept guilt. She could still get out of this and everything would be fine. “You… had a wife?” she asked quietly, genuinely curious and hoping to change the subject. If she could calm him down long enough to get out of the house, she could get his necklace back, hide it somewhere he could have plausibly lost or dropped it, and be off the hook! “Don’t change the subject,” he sneered. “N-no! I really want to know! You told me you had a life before your villainy, but you never really told me what. I was just… curious.” she spoke quietly, looking away. Mod’s eyes narrowed, looking down his nose at her. “Have you considered I never told you because I wasn’t comfortable enough with you yet?” ‘Yet,’ Tara noticed this word. Would he one day be comfortable enough to tell her? “You’re not learning anything now,” he huffed. “You’ve done a great deal on obliterating any trust I ‘ad in you.” It would seem not. Ouch. That really stung. The blonde was apparently close to having a proper bond with this man and she had just ruined it? This felt all too familiar... “So… I ruined another friendship?” she asked Mod, a weak smile on her lips as the tears formed in her eyes. There was a fleeting moment of worry when the Brit noticed her tears, but he was quickly back to his senses. “You are not the victim here,” he stated firmly. “You are facing the consequences of your own actions. You’ve already destroyed a city without punishment, but I will not allow you to escape any future repercussions.” So… he wasn’t going to let up... Well, since their relationship was already down the drain, she had no reason to appeal to him. If she was going to be miserable, she’d drag him right down with her. “And you aren’t doing the same thing?!” she barked, angry tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re a villain! By choice! You’re choosing to stay a villain! You joined the Brotherhood of Evil!” “I didn’t have a choice!” Mod roared back in her face. Tara stood her ground and argued, “There’s always a choice!” “Oh! You’re right!” he laughed, but with no humor. “I’d almost forgotten! I really shouldn’t ‘ave made such a bad decision! I should ‘ave just told the Brotherhood ‘no’; allow them to go through with their threats of revealing your identity and ‘istory to all, to make sure your past would forever haunt you!” This couldn’t be happening! He had to be lying! He was a criminal! He could never have meant well! It was a lie! A lie! She didn’t ruin anything! “No!” Tara yelled, hands clamped over her head. “You’re a liar! You wouldn’t do something like that and not tell me! You’re telling me now because you made it up! You just want me to feel bad!” “Oh, that’s a riot,” Mod shook his head with a false smile. “I’m the liar? Coming from someone ‘o can’t even tell the truth about who she is? By the way, that wasn’t even a lie. Not letting you know was for your own good. I was trying to protect you. I can’t imagine why I’d ever want to do that.” “You’re the one who told me to leave my past behind…” she reminded, the fire in her words gone. “I made a mistake,” he stated bluntly. “I thought you would use your second chance to be a better person. You didn’t.” “...Are you going to take my second chance away?” Tara’s voice cracked. Mod let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to admit what you did, apologize, return what you stole, and face the consequences?” “...Yes,” she relented. “Go on,” he looked down at her, arms crossed once more.

Work In Progress

Almost forgot to post these. Just some doodles I did while splitting my attention between the drawings and the new Animaniacs. No special story added this time around. Enjoy~

I know this is really rough, but I’m pleased I came up with this idea, so I’m sharing!

Old/Unfinished BBRae Art

I try to limit this sort of thing, but Valentine’s Day was yesterday, so I may as well share some of these.

(Work In Progress)