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@madestars asked: “ they hate what they cannot control. ” / brick @ boomer
► ❪ VILLAIN / HERO // accepting ❫
It's not lost on even him– the obvious. Brick may as well just pointed out the color painting the sky. And yet some nebulous piece deep inside – existing in tandem on his brothers' wavelength – stirs. An urge to continue wells up, a scattered mind picks up where the sentence hangs, running along the same train of thought.
❝ No shit, Rick. But who cares what they think ? ❞ Words more akin to a curse than a statement. ❝ Sounds more like a ‘ them ’ problem, not ours. ❞ Normal people lacking the ability control everything meant little when they were busy sitting on their asses doing nothing as the Powerpuffs cleaned all their messes. Incompetent. Small wonder why they hadn't all fallen in a ditch somewhere and gotten themselves killed.
Tenuous line of concentration snaps, blue pops and sparks arcing around glowing fingers before fading, nascent power fizzling out as quick as it came. Breath escapes in a soft exhale, annoyance evident in its wisps, etched into his features. Boomer allows himself another exhale for a moment, before rolling out of his easy reclining position onto his side ( nevermind he's perched mid-air / floating several feet off the ground ) with all the grace of a lazing cat. Head propped on the makeshift pillow of his folded arms, cobalt eyes linger on him. Searching– for what ? He’s not sure.
❝ ...That's how I see it, Mr. ❛ They'll all be groveling at my feet when I one day run this city ❜. Butch... well y’know Butch’d just laugh his ass off. ❞
Hatred. Fear of what they can not fathom. The unknown, a terror steeped in some dark corner of every human's weak willed heart / inborn instinct of self preservation, survival. Too simple to trip over a hidden factor, cutting short lives shorter. The only thing that kept these pathetic sheep alive for as long as they have anyway. Understanding is present, tenable, but no love lost. The same principles failed to be applicable to him or his brothers, not in the same sense at any rate. No one controlled them. No one controlled him – not even Brick.
A light laugh did nothing to bury the unrepentant scorn, to stem the derision seeping out of it. ❝ If they hate us then I say we're just living up to what we were created to do or whatever, right ? ❞
The Rowdyruffs didn’t need them. Let them hate.
➤ ` ASTRAEOS. ( vibraea )
۵ ◜𝄞◞ ۵ ┊ Yet with his response she can all but tell that he, most definitely, minded. She doesn’t even have to look at him to know. A nice little side note of her quirk is that it can sometimes help her detect whether someone is being truthful or not. Similar to a lie detector, but most of the time she merely passes it off as ‘reading someone’s vibe’.
❝ Within reason. Yes. And what happens if we push too far? ❞ A simple enquiry. ❝ I’m not going easy on you, far from it. ❞ The way he’s carrying himself right now… he’s clearly pushed himself a bit far already and it didn’t sit right with her to watch him push himself even further. To watch him wreck himself again.
How in the world is she supposed to put this? How does she manage to get all her thoughts out there, to him, in a concise, friendly, and proper manner? If there’s one thing she’s struggled to do in her time here at UA, it’s connecting with others. It didn’t used to be so difficult and yet… she finds it difficult to talk here.
Her hands press together, as she leans forward, first bringing them to the bridge of her nose as if silently praying for a quick moment before directing said gesture back at Midoriya. ❝ How do I say this? In the nicest and least troublesome way possible… ❞ She speaks, quietly and attempting to keep a calm tone. ❝ Frankly, while I do respect that you want to get stronger. You cannot keep doing this to yourself. Maybe everyone else has been lenient about it so far, but I’m going to have to put the foot down since no one else has the balls to say something. Forgive me if I’m treading where I shouldn’t but… ❞ And she can feel her thoughts already muddling together, clarity fading as the tightness in her chest starts to form. Damn it. Gemiya takes another breath in an attempt to clear up some.
After the exhale, she continues. ❝ You’re never going to get to where you want to be if you keep tearing yourself to shreds. You know how muscles work right? Sure you do. You worked hard for your current form in order to get here. Do you know what happens to muscles when you push them to r e a s o n a b l e limits? They get torn. They tear ever so slightly and moreso, the more you push them. And given time to heal, they grow bigger and stronger. However. ❞ A pause, as she collects her thoughts for the next round of the ‘lecture’. ❝ If you just rip them apart completely, what do they have to heal? Nothing. And you’ve done nothing more than give yourself a permanent injury that there’s no healing from. No getting stronger. Nada. Instead… you just make it harder for yourself to save others. And you’ll have put a limit on yourself because you were trying so hard to push past it. ❞ She let’s out one last, shaky breath before pushing herself up off the floor.
❝ But if you really insist on destroying yourself… physically and .. emotionally… ❞ That last part is more murmured than the rest, (he isn’t exactly subtle) ❝ Then let’s continue. ❞ With shield at the ready, she takes her defensive stance and wears a rather cold expression. Part of her wants to apologize, for talking out of place. She knows they’re not friends, so what right did she have to lecture him? And yet… she doesn’t regret it, but stars above knew that it took quite a bit of courage to say something. Fighting and combat is easy. Talking…. less so.
Almost, he almost wants to object again, but another gentle self reminder that the question came from a place of concern held his tongue. Shoulders slumping somewhat, tension in it slightly eased. Uncertainty colors his wavering voice, ❝ I just... ❞
The calm tone passes on by to snag his initial attention, making it all too easy for the somewhat harsh words they belied to dig in. A flinch surges through his body, arms instinctively raising before the motion is aborted just as abruptly, leaving the boy visibly uncomfortable. Shoulders stiffen further, hunched inwards slightly as if it could soften the blow, almost shrinking back into an unseen shell. Hands tightly clench, a faint hope to the hide the trembles wracking them. Emotions roiling inside, a confused mass mashed violently together without any regard for cohesion, mixed signals abound. He doesn't know if he's sad. If he's angry. If he's upset. Or maybe all that and more. Whatever the feeling wracking his nerves, lips pulled into a wobbly, thin line. Lowered eyes strayed aside. Guess you didn't need a sound quirk to leave someone winded. But then again, he was all too aware of that.
A part of him wants to throw in the towel from that alone. A old feeling, one he so disliked / so avoided, began to well up, so he shoved it down, pushed it back into the dark corner out of sight out of mind where it belonged before it built further or worse, be misdirected.
( drinking it all in without complaint, stomaching it without a sound of protest, no matter what it was. deku had grown very good at that, hadn't he ? )
❝ I have to. ❞ A admission of sorts. To her ? To him ? Who knows. He doubted it could be understood even if he had the words for it, but he had to.
Yet he fails to fall back into a stance. There's not so much as a shift. He can barely look in her direction, much less meet her eyes. A neutral smile plastered on, one not so different from the normal one he wore, full of platitudes meant to pacify, still retaining a bit of that shakiness. ❝ But... But I-I'll stop, for now. ❞ Voice far more quiet, subdued even. Despite criticism, he did know when to pick his battles, a skill honed all too well, and this new confrontation that had suddenly sprung up drew a line in the sand he wasn't prepared to cross during training of all things. She was right in a way ( of course you couldn’t do it. you can’t do anything ). Might as well acquiesce, stop stirring the pot, and call it a day. Izuku doesn't want to speak further anyhow, to make things worse by opening his mouth yet again. He’d gotten a bit too comfortable, overstepped his assigned boundaries.
He's still that same Deku. Nothing's changed at all.
The initial strain of helping Ventus and housing his heart causes Sora to have chronic mild-severe hypertension. His heart overworks itself to compensate, leaving him with a package of heart complications ( angina, arrhythmias, etc ).
Mori retained all his various pre-JTTW methods of gaining immortality, not just from Xuanzang. Although it's very difficult to, he can still be killed.
Merlin has the biggest sweet tooth of the Sins.
With a teacher like Chandler, Meliodas is actually quite skilled with magic. He's got the know how and magical power to be an excellent caster, even if it's still one of the categories he falls short in compared to Zeldris. He just made a conscious decision to not funnel time into spells, instead focusing on precise manipulation of his hellblaze techniques.
Boomer still can't believe his 'smarter' brothers ended up getting played by Bubbles swapping with him, when he thought it should've been really obvious. He figures he’d instantly be able to tell if Blossom or Buttercup were trying to act as his brothers.
Usage of OFA often leaves Izuku with shaking hands and oversensitive nerves afterwards.
The so called 'Charyeok' of Mori was him drawing on his own latent power and briefly manifesting a fraction of it. When he did, it resonated with all Charyeok users in the immediate vicinity, even more so than when Ilpyo's because it’s not being filtered through a contract. Those particularly sensitive to this ( like Jeon Jugok ) start exhibiting similar traits such a temporary Wolge state being triggered.
The first thing Zeldris did after being freed from the seal was try to release Gelda, only to find no trace of her and the rest of the vampires. With no hints to her whereabouts and unable to feel her presence, he had to presume she died.
Kazuya called Kazumi's attention to his grandfather's absence, and came to regret it after being the one to discover his mother’s body. He then took care of her tiger until it passed away.
Meliodas was never perverted towards the original Elizabeth. His antics sprung up over the course of many years, partially in an attempt to compensate for his dwindling emotions.
Spyro and Sparx were born on the same day, but Sparx hatched first. Something he constantly lords over his little brother, much to Spyro's annoyance.
Headcanon lightning round. Might expand on these later.
Xion’s still getting used to actually needing to eat to maintain body function so she likes to frequent the new bistro in Twilight Town and experience all the different food there.
Zeldris has eidetic ( photographic ) memory. He’d rather not have it.
Amy can store more things than her Piko Piko hammer and boxing gloves in her hammerspace but tends not to, because she’ll often forget they’re in there.
The reason Izuku dislikes deep water is because he almost drowned once when he was younger and he didn’t learn how to swim properly until he was 12. He can tolerate it now but he still doesn’t like going too far out into the deeper end of water.
When he was younger Boomer used to say some colors were different than what his brothers were looking at. Brick and Butch tended to write him off as being color blind and leave it at that, but turns out it was just Boomer seeing things in UV light.
Merlin didn’t know Meliodas was alive for years after he died since she didn’t know about the curse. She actually ran into a Elizabeth ( maybe 3rd or 4th ) reincarnation first by pure chance.
Riku frequently visited Kairi while she was asleep, updating her on recent events even if she couldn’t hear him.
After his father died, Gohan did NOT completely stop training. It was toned down a bit, but nowhere near close to the zero amount he put into it like in canon.
Like Heihachi’s affinity for animals, Kazumi also shared this trait. She rescued an injured baby tiger in her early teens still living on the island her clan occupied. She wound up raising him and taking him with her when she traveled to the Mishima Dojo.
Okay so Meliodas would be that pkmn trainer that looks like a youngster and often gets mistaken for one, but then when he’s challenged he sends out a Rayquaza and sweeps his opponent’s team before casually revealing he’s the regional champion.
@yukikorogashi asked; “ you made it! i’m glad you’re safe, bro!" (Itsuki @ Sora!)
► ❪ AGE OF CALAMITY // not accepting ❫
❝ Didn't think I had it handled the whole time, huh ? ❞ A quick response, cheerful grin on full display as arms uncrossed to ruffle mussed hair. ❝ I did tell you I'd be back ! ❞
A prompt intervention on the world skipping passerby's part staved off Heartless closing in on the young girl, an urge for her to flee the scene given as soon as a starlit strike cleared the path forward. Naturally, with darkness banished and light filtering through the area unbidden once more, Sora sought the child out afterwards, compelled to make sure all was well and good.
Worry had prickled at his skin, a dull buzz twitching anxious fingers from the silent fear that perhaps one slipped through while concentration split, encouraging legs to move faster, grip on Kingdom Key curling tighter as it's held at the ready. Only when the chosen wielder rounded the corner, finally spied her safe and sound, did the thick tension coiled in muscles deflate. ( wow, she made pretty good distance in such a short time frame too; it even took him a moment to pick out where the girl had scurried off too ! ) Now that's a load off the shoulders, he’s really quite glad she's alright.
❝ Anyways, no need to worry 'bout me ! It'd take more than that to bring me down. ❞
serving up one prince of darkness and one princess of light :’)
PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG.
The series barely acknowledges a thing about family on the best of days, but even then it's impressive how Amy's parents never get so much as a mention ( in other material like the archie comics, she has a cousin in that continuity but her parents don't get talked about like at all ). There's a myraid of possible reasons as to why that's the case so until further notice I'll assume they aren't in the picture whatsoever.
Amy has no memory of her parents. She has no idea if she's even met them and doesn't see the point on lingering on something like that. As far as she's concerned she's an orphan, thus she finds it unnecessary to ever bring up the subject.
Heritage wise, on the paternal side her father had a knack for psychic things too. I believe all this mysticism stems from a distant ancestor, whom had an untapped connection to chaos energy. On the maternal side, her grandmother was actually an echidna. One of the few that remained on land after the whole Chaos incident and Angel Island being raised into the sky. While mostly exhibiting hedgehog traits, having some echidna genes explains a few things like her coloring, nose shape, and partially where her insane strength comes from.
➤ ` ANYA. ( madestars )
upon the knock, the little girl jolts to attention from her playtime, imaginative scenario with her stuffed animal coming to a halt. she is supposed to be studying, as told as much from her papa, but it’s so boring and hard to focus when by herself… she slides to her desk, going on to pretend that she was always doing her work, until she hears not the leading patriarch but the gentle voice of her new mama. Anya trots to the door and opens it with expectant and wide eyes, looking up at Yor with a smile.
“ is it hot choco? ” with Yor’s hands behind her back, the girl can see that, no, her favorite drink is not waiting for her. but something else… ! Anya opens the door fully and gapes. “ a surprise?! ”
Hastened shuffle of tiny footsteps on floorboards, the rustle of fabric as small limbs kick into motion, a slight groan of the chair as it pulled out from the desk. All too easy for trained ears to pick up on, prompting a small smile to brighten Yor's features.
It would seem Anya neglected assigned homework from the head of the household, preferring her style of fun to tediously penciling in answers. A stark contrast from Yuri of younger years, studiously ecstatic / eager to get his hands on new material / pouring academic devotion into lines of text.
❝ It's not hot chocolate, it's - ❞ Before the words solidify, the girl's already changed tracks, fixed on the weight in hands tucked out of sight. Found out already ? Granted the woman's not very subtle, poised like she has something to hide, poorly disguised mix of nervous excitement coloring outward demeanor. ❝ Yes ! I brought a surprise for you, Anya-san. ❞ Hands shifted, outstretched as she lowered to a crouch closer to Anya's eye level, presenting a modestly sized box neatly wrapped in somewhat plain, speckled paper. ❝ I... do hope you'll like it. ❞
➤ ` CHILD OF LIGHT. ( asterites )
𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘, is a heart destined to be torn. ghostly whispers haunts her ears with the most agonizing crescendo. their desperate plea plagued by the waves of soundless despair. desperately clinging onto the mercy of retribution, the world spins on the carcasses of the fallen and their spilled blood. ( the world is an ugly place ) it is grotesque and undeniably cruel. but it was also beautiful, the most beautiful of all creation fashioned by the enthralls of its chaos. and where does this leave her, beloved by the gods —— yet torn between knowing what was right and what needs to be done. the stars demand recreation, they seek to shine as gloriously as the golden blood that flows in her veins. break forth the darkness, and fashion it once again before every other worlds that exist beyond. ( it hurts to exist … ), yet here you were on the brink of her collapse. ❝ —— you … are not like the others. ❞ chaos and light, she knows them both painfully well. ❝ but your existence … is familiar. ❞
Clouded gaze bore witness to ( godly blessings or were they but a curse ? ) gifted by those divine. Gossamer threads chaotically woven, worn like precious, glowing lace around limbs, an unseen accessory draped across the shoulder's delicate flesh and preparing to ensnare the defenseless neck. The faint brush of something unknown across starry eyes. Their true meaning through placement was revealed — a puppet captured within an endless web, destined to dance on invisible strings spun of nameless entities hidden away beyond the mortal realm.
Pitiable human entrenched in the woes of pitiable gods. Their meaningless efforts were rendered null in the face of the absolute truth. All would be dissolved into nothingness.
❝ This familiarity you speak of... ❞ A consequence of nature. Everything, one way or another, hailed from the emptiness of the Void. ❝ We're as familiar to you as we are to all touched by the spaces between. We come from nothing, we are the beginning and the end. ❞ Incorporeal as it currently existed, it felt something akin to a smile, dark pools of the mist dotted with swirls before settling. ❝ I feel it. The balance of this world has been disrupted. ❞