underestimated

Monroe Marrowell (Compound) || 23 Matter/Energy Absorption part of fortitudehall

[mcflymemes]

WINTER-THEMED PROMPTS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON *  random assortment of holiday and winter themed lines that i came up with on the spot, adjust as necessary

this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.

can you stop quoting that horrible hallmark movie?

i am never watching a movie with you again.

come kiss me under the mistletoe.

i didn't realize it was going to be this cold. maybe i should go grab my jacket.

how do you plan on celebrating the new year?

have you ever made a snow angel?

well, don't you look festive!

i already bought your present this year.

could you help me hang this? i can't reach.

maybe we should turn the lights down low.

i'm really not a fan of the colder months.

i might need your help this year.

will you stay up with me to watch the ball drop?

that's not how we celebrate where i'm from.

i'll teach you all the family traditions.

we're getting everyone together for a big dinner!

how much time did you take off from work?

you sound congested. are you coming down with something?

that's the worst snowman i have ever seen.

i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?

i think we just lost power.

oh no. you are not getting me sick.

that's the ugliest sweater i have ever seen.

there's nothing to celebrate.

your singing is atrocious.

make that your new year's resolution.

come sit with me? it's nice and warm over here.

how does the song go? the weather outside is frightful...

the holidays were never very happy for me.

can we just plan for a night in? just the two of us?

i don't do well at parties.

are you expecting a white christmas this year?

behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list.

if you put on another hallmark christmas movie, i will scream.

this is the season for giving, you know.

i could use some help scraping all this snow off my car.

the last time we went out for a walk in weather like this, you pushed me into a snowbank.

i still haven't forgiven you for hitting me in the head with a snowball.

it's supposed to get even colder tonight.

want to snuggle up by the fire with me?

this holiday means a lot to me.

i'd love to celebrate with you this year.

don't worry. i'll make all the food.

i'm having company over tonight.

your hands are freezing! let me warm them up.

i prefer sinatra's christmas songs, personally.

do you celebrate anything this time of year?

did your family have any holiday traditions growing up?

do you put up a real tree or a fake one?

we're going to my favorite chinese restaurant. it's basically tradition at this point.

i guess this means we're snowed in.

we should share a bed. you know. for warmth.

if you start getting cold, you could come sit by me.

personally, i understand where scrooge is coming from.

what's your favorite movie to watch this time of year?

we're going to cook one of my favorite meals.

the house smells incredible.

what are you doing new year's eve?

would you celebrate it? with me?

if the polar express showed up at your doorstep, would you hop on?

it's starting to snow.

while i finish this up, would you light the fire?

tell me about your holiday traditions.

is this colder than you're used to?

you didn't have to get me anything.

i thought we weren't exchanging gifts this year.

think i spotted some mistletoe in the hallway back there.

[heroicheirs]

The invitation had come as something of an unexpected communication, but Lance wasn't exactly inclined toward not taking opportunities that presented themselves. Blake had shown an interest in getting to know students better, while Lance was just... Looking to learn. Even if he already had a mentor, learning about different facets of everything just seemed like the right play. Of course, said invitation had come after training for the better part of a few hours, so yeah... Exhaustion wasn't a great look on him.

Didn't stop him offering a half tired smile as the coffee was slid across the table once he finally found Blake in the corner. "Iced works just fine for me." He'd never had much of a preference either way. Dropping in to the seat opposite the other, accidentally bumping a leg beneath the table for getting settled in to place and taking a sip to at least try and shake off some of the exhaustion. A laugh breaking free before he could help it at the accuracy of the assessment. "Yeah I just... Limit testing, mostly."

[fortifellows]

Blake watched the tired smile form, noting how it tugged at the corners of Lance’s mouth like it cost him a little more energy than he meant to show. When their legs brushed under the table he didn’t pull back, just shifted his own posture so the space between them felt intentional instead of accidental. Lance taking the iced coffee without hesitation eased something in his chest. It made the invitation feel worth it. He let his fingers drift toward his own cup, steam warming the space between them, and studied the younger man with that calm, unhurried attention he rarely voiced. “Limit testing will knock you flat if you never come up for air,” he said, tone light but edged with concern that came from watching too many students burn themselves out. “You are allowed to breathe, you know. The world won’t end if you sit still for ten minutes.”

He took a slow sip from the warm cup, letting the bitterness settle on his tongue before adding quietly, “I figured you wouldn’t take a break unless someone dragged you into one. So I thought I’d try a gentler tactic.” His gaze softened, something patient in it that he didn’t offer easily. “You don’t have to impress me (or anyone for that matter) or push yourself past the line. I just wanted to see how you’re holding up. Coffee was an excuse. Thanks for coming out on such short notice, sorry about messaging you like that..” he commented blushing.

[cverride]

Mason remained quiet for a moment, weighing every word that Monroe had to offer. He was relieved to be admitted into Fortitude Hall along with his brother, but some concerns remained from his time in Tantalus... And even more for how similar his power was to the Mind Melder's.

"... I suppose that's fair. Only use my power when told to. Can't go wrong if I just obey what the instructors tell me, right?" he thought aloud, groaning a little when his big brother ruffled his hair.

"Hey! I'm not antisocial, where do you even get that idea from?" Mason complained, punching his brother's arm playfully. "Besides, I really don't want to be the lonely odd guy here too..."

[fortifellows]

Monroe laughed under his breath at the little punch, barely budging from it. Seeing Mason’s mood lighten always did something warm and quiet to him. He dropped onto the edge of the bed, planting a hand on his brother’s shin just to keep him from rolling away.

"Obeying the instructors is probably the safest plan you’ve ever come up with," he teased. "Miracle it didn’t hurt to say it out loud." He gave Mason another quick ruffle just because it annoyed him. "And you’re absolutely antisocial. You just hide it behind that ‘I’m friendly, I swear’ face."

Monroe leaned back on his hands, grinning at him. "But don’t worry. You’re not going to be the lonely odd guy here. Worst case, you’ve got me. And I’m a whole social circle on my own."

[the-bobby-rocha]

Superpower Moodboards | #2 - Hydrokinesis

[appletvdaily]

Edward & Adam Prime Target, S01E04

[fortifellows]

open to all - location: solomon's rest Blake had claimed a corner table beneath the soft glow of string lights, two coffees sitting in front of him like an indecisive confession. One was hot , steam curling lazily into the air - and the other, a tall iced coffee, beads of condensation racing down the plastic cup. It was a habitual contradiction, the kind he never admitted aloud: he could never decide which one he wanted until both were in front of him, and by then he’d lost interest in choosing. The rooftop garden at Solomon’s Rest was quiet this time of evening, the air damp with the scent of mint from the community planters. He traced one finger along the iced cup, coaxing the droplets into a perfect ring around the bottom, absentmindedly rearranging water molecules simply because it soothed him. Below, karaoke laughter drifted faintly through the stairwell, but up here the city’s chaos softened into something manageable.

He noticed the approach before a word was spoken- the slumped posture, the heavy steps, that telltale strain between the shoulder blades of someone who’d burned too much energy for too long. Blake didn’t bother with small talk. He slid the untouched iced coffee across the table, resting his hand on it just long enough to keep the chill steady. “Here,” he said, voice low but not unkind. “I haven’t touched it yet. And if you want it warm, I can take the ice out and heat it up, no trouble.” His eyes finally lifted, steady and perceptive, reading fatigue as if it were a language he spoke fluently. A small shrug; casual, practiced, the sort of gesture that offered without crowding. “But you should take a break,” he added, softer this time, almost an observation. “You look exhausted.” In that moment, with steam from one cup fading and cold from the other clinging to his fingertips, Blake seemed strangely at peace... a man who couldn’t choose the coffee he wanted, but who knew exactly what someone else needed.

[fortitudehall]

://FORTITUDE_HALL/HERO_RECORDS/REQUEST_ACCESS …

HERO INFORMATION:

name :    blake blythe  (blourgannior)

hero alias :    torrent

age :    34 (appearance wise)

gender :    male (sannaran)

sexual orientation :    undetermined

role in fortitude hall :    mentor

affiliation :    from beyond the stars: - the sannara

faceclaim :    dylan o’brien 

positive attribute :    perceptive / composed / nimble

negative attribute :    mordant / dogmatic  / reticent

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POWER LISTING:

powers :    hydrokinesis   /    hydroregeneration (water healing)  /    hydrotransmuatation (temperature/state of matter)

limitations :      though highly skilled with hydrokinesis, his power still depends on available moisture; he can draw water from the environment or from the small internal reserves he carries, but in dry or sealed locations his range and strength noticeably weaken. large-scale manipulations- like lifting massive bodies of water or creating powerful surges, are physically taxing even for him, demanding stamina that limits how often he can perform such feats. his precision work requires steady focus, and while he rarely loses control, emotional strain can cause water to subtly ripple or react around him, revealing what he’s feeling more than impairing him. his hydroregeneration has clear boundaries as well: he can mend injuries, stabilize the dying, and accelerate recovery, but he cannot regrow limbs, instantly reverse fatal wounds, or bypass the body’s need for natural healing. each act of healing comes with a faint echo of the patient’s pain- an empathic resonance that grounds him without overwhelming him; and while he can heal himself, doing so is slower, more draining, and far less efficient than treating others.

appearance :     mainly sleeveless combat armor that keeps his body protected even though he’s nor really a figther, blue/black/white/ - belt, mask, barefoot

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ORIGIN AND NORMAL LIFE:

description on file :

blake comes from the sannara, one of the three known extraterrestrial races to reach earth, born into a culture defined by discipline, hierarchy, and militaristic precision. while the sannara were originally sent as observers and silent enforcers for the intergalactic council, blake never fully fit the mold carved out for him. on his homeworld, he served in the rear ranks as a battlefield medic, tending to injured soldiers rather than charging into conflict. his parents saw him as a runt, a genetic underperformer in a race obsessed with strength and combat output. blake, however, saw it differently: he possessed strengths his people overlooked such as patience, compassion, strategy, and a sharp intellect that made him invaluable on the backlines. after years of trying to meet standards built for someone he would never be (like his siblings), he took the most sannaran action he could think of: he left.

coming to earth was an enormous risk, especially for someone who had spent his life stitching up the warriors who maintained order for the council. yet fortitude hall felt like the first place where he was not the weakest link or the odd one out, just someone with a different skillset. even so, the students and some faculty see him as not as strong as other extraterrestrials, unaware of how deeply such judgments mirror the voices he left behind. blake shrugs it off. he is not here to impress them. he is here because earth is unpredictable, messy, and full of fragile beings who need someone dependable in their corner.

blake’s bedside manner is famously blunt, equal parts sarcasm and truth, but those who get past his dry exterior find a mentor who shows up every single time. he has no patience for arrogance and even less patience for self-pity, but he will sit with a homesick first-year at three in the morning without hesitation. he may not be the strongest sannaran ever born, but he is the one you want stabilizing you on the battlefield, correcting your form in training, or calling you out when you are spiraling. blake came to earth to escape a life of being overlooked, and in doing so, he became exactly what fortitude needs: the mentor built for the one percent brave enough to rely on him.

behind the hero :

blake carries himself with the calm precision of someone who has spent a lifetime observing before acting. he is perceptive in ways that unsettle some of the students at fortitude hall, able to pick up on tension, fear, or hesitation long before anyone speaks. despite his composed exterior, blake moves with nimble confidence, a quiet reminder that strength is not only defined by size or force. his presence can seem mysterious at first. he speaks little, measures his words carefully, and keeps new acquaintances at arm’s length. yet beneath that guarded surface is someone who is simply determined not to let anyone down.

although blake’s humor can lean mordant and his beliefs can be rigid, his intentions remain steady and sincere. he knows better than most that the superhuman students at fortitude require a different kind of guidance, one marked by patience and an understanding of the weight they carry. he approaches mentorship with the same precision he once used as a medic, aware that a careless action or poorly chosen direction could shape a young hero’s entire future. his reticence is not disinterest. it is a quiet promise to be careful with the responsibility placed on him.

when he chooses to train someone, he commits completely. blake sees potential where others see risk, and he refuses to let that potential go unrealized. he is eager to teach students how to move with intention, how to think before striking, and how to become someone who can stand steady in a world full of uncertainty. even if he rarely says it outright, blake believes every hero in training deserves someone who will show up for them without hesitation. he intends to be that person, shaping warriors who will not only survive the battlefield but step onto it with confidence in who they have become.

torrent is played by fox

[tinglingpeter]

LEO WOODALL photographed by Rosaline Shahnavaz for Sharp Magazine (2025)

[filthylittlesailorboy]

[dylanstileso]

[fortifellows]

compcund ---> fortifellows

Slowly add Torrent to the blog, as its becoming a multimuse.

[madmetalmax]

Max opened his door, he hadn't actually expected the other to show up so soon but something told him that was exactly who it was on the other side of the door. "Blondie. You sure were fast." he said as he leaned against the door frame, that shit eating smirk on his face as he looked the other up and down. As pretty as a picture. His eyes shot to the flower and he resisted the urge to make a crack about it, instead plucking it from Monroe's hand and sniffing it. He then moved back into his dorm a sweeping gesture to invite the other in as he found something to put his flower in.

"Welcome to my abode Blondie. You really are gorgeous. And apparently very sweet. The flower is so sweet. All you needed to bring was your handsome self you know." he smiled as he moved to sit on the bed patting the spot next to him. An very clear invitation for the other man. "I feel bad I didn't get you anything now."

[fortifellows]

Monroe stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that made his ribs tighten. The dorm was smaller than he expected. His gaze flicked over it all before landing back on Max, who was now sprawled on the bed like he owned the damn room. Which, technically, he did. Monroe’s fingers flexed at his sides, the ghost of the flower’s stem still cool against his skin. "You’re really attractive and I wanted to be kind-" God, that had sounded stiffer out loud than in his head. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "I mean. Yeah. That’s...that’s why I’m here."

The bed creaked as Max patted the spot beside him, and Monroe’s pulse spiked. Sit. Just sit. But his body hesitated, caught between the pull of that smirk and the old, gnawing instinct to bolt. He forced himself forward, the mattress dipping under his weight as he perched on the edge—close enough to feel the heat radiating off Max, but not close enough to touch. "You don’t owe me anything," he said, voice rougher than he intended. "I just… wanted to." The words hung between them, heavy and honest, and Monroe suddenly wished he could sink into the floorboards.

[fortifellows]

closed - @madmetalmax location: max's dorm The flower, some sad half wilted thing he had plucked from the facility’s nearby grass on a whim, felt absurd in Monroe’s grip, its stem damp against his palm. He should not have grabbed it. Too obvious. Too trying. But the alternative was showing up empty handed, and that somehow felt worse, like admitting he had not thought about this at all, all this texting back and forth and the other one calling him hot. The dorm hallway stretched too long, the fluorescent lights buzzing like a swarm of static in his skull. He exhaled through his nose, fingers twitching toward the door before he could second guess it again. Just knock on it. Just.

The flower’s petals trembled as his pulse kicked up, betraying the careful neutrality he had practiced in the mirror. What if Max laughed? Monroe’s power thrummed under his skin, itching to dissolve the thing into mist, but he clenched his jaw and held on. He was not here to hide. Not this time. His knuckles thudded the door, dull and final, and he straightened, schooling his face into something he hoped did not scream- 'I have not done this in years and I am one wrong word away from turning into an embarassment. Footsteps approached, light and quick, and Monroe’s stomach dropped. Too late to run.

[fortifellows]

Something like that. Come hang out with me and I can show you a more hands on way to accept a compliment.

"just tell me the time and place, and I'll be there, gorgeous."

[fortifellows]

You're so pretty Blondie.

"Thanks? I guess, sorry. Kinda was stolen away from being social with people.. is this how a compliment is accepted? Youre cute yourself."

[bob-belcher]

“You Up?” — Love, Victor (3.04)

[supfag]

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