◜𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯◞

kid, get off the ground. spit your blood and bare your teeth, go down a savage, go down fighting !! MOLECULAR MANIPULATION

[rcvenfighter]

*ﾟ◜ jasperduke‌◞

        “might not’ve done shit but you sure as fuck tried.” he couldn’t say he had tons of experience with this sort of thing - he only knew a few people with superpowers, and most didn’t tend to direct them at him - but he did know what it felt like when it hit him. he raised an eyebrow at her question, shaking his head and offering a slight shrug. “nah not a power, just some sorta defect. and i didn’t steal anything - that’d imply i took it and you didn’t have it anymore. so if that-” he gestured to the dumpster that had exploded- “is what you’re power does, should i assume you were tryin’ to blow me up?” 

 ･° /     eyes narrowed a little as the man spoke, the idea of someone just casually being born with the ability to replicate powers sounding   . . .   well, sounding like a piss-poor excuse   ——   it didn't take a genius to figure out that something was clearly off with his explanation. still, said eyes did manage a roll when he implied she'd tried to blow him up, a hand lifting towards a street lamp a little ways down the alley   ——   it burst, glass flying for a split second before all shard froze in mid air, the little flame that had started to spark freezing as well.   “  i tried to freeze you and walk past, you'd unfreeze in a few minutes   ——   you ate up the wrong power, amigo.  “   nose wrinkled as she unfroze the mess she'd made, the sound of glass falling reaching her ears as she turned to look up at the stranger.   “  y'know, 'm not a genius or anything, but i wouldn't call whatever you did a defect. sounds like you're in denial or something   ——   not that i blame you. this shit's not exactly fun.  “  

[rcvenfighter]

*ﾟ◜ ctllcs‌◞

he takes her in slowly and somewhere inside a small part of him sighs almost wistfully. atlas raises a brow before rolling his eyes, turning his gaze back to the pancakes. “ rude - maybe you don’t deserve pancakes. “ but even as he says it he pulls one of her hands from around him to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles before tilting his head towards the coffee pot. “ i figured you try and steal that too so i brewed some. “ he tells her softly, turning to nudge her towards it. “ - but you can pour your own fucking cup. “

  ･° /     her only response was a little whine that shifted into a yawn, unable to stifle the soft smile that crept up onto her face when she felt atlas' lips on her hand   ——   they were just friends, very good friends but gentle moments like these always got to her. sloane couldn't help a snort when he spoke, pulling away and making her way over to grab a mug, letting out a low moan at the smell of coffee.   “  it's not stealing if you offer, dumbass   ——   and if you deny me pancakes, i'll start a rebellion.  “   she poured herself a cup as she spoke, sipping at her coffee before making her way back over to where he stood, leaning back carefully on the counter as she watched him.   “  and, we've been over this. if i fall asleep, you can always wake me up, i do have an apartment and my own bed.  “  

[rcvenfighter]

*ﾟ◜ jasperduke‌◞

        he should’ve cleaned up after the fight, or at the very least been paying attention to where he was going instead of counting the money in his hands. he knew what he looked like, knew that walking down a dark alley looking like he’d just killed someone was likely to cause a bit of terror, but he was still reveling in the afterglow of his win - right up until that nice warm feeling was doused out and replaced by something else entirely.         he hated it. the feeling of someone’s power washing over him, pouring into him. it never really hurt, but it almost always felt wrong and could be a bit of a disaster - like this time. he wasn’t sure what she’d tried to do, but the burst of her power shooting through him was destructive in the seconds before he’d sealed it away in a neat little compartment.         “pretty sure that’s my line. at least give a guy some warning before you do….whatever the hell you tired to do.”

  ･° /     sloane didn't consider herself the smartest person in the world, or the most perceptive, but it would have taken a lot for her to be able to miss the way the garbage bin lid exploded off its hinges   ——   that was  her power   and she could have recognized it anywhere. her eyes were wide when she jumped and turned to look at the man, brows furrowing when he spoke.   “  oh no, you don't   ——   i didn't do shit, and you just blew that up. that's my shtick.  “   in theory, she figured she should have been worried, considering her powers didn't work on the dude and he did, in fact, have them. not to mention the fact that he was a lot more than a foot taller than her and could definitely kill her with one hand, but that wasn't her biggest concern right now.   “  you stole my powers. how the fuc— oh. is that your power? stealing everyone else's?  “   it was, all things considered, the only explanation she could find for this bullshit.

[rcvenfighter]

*ﾟ◜@jasperduke◞

    ･° /     it wasn’t the smartest plan, or the safest by any means   ——   but it was times like these, as sloane made her way back home after a late shift at the diner, that she was thankful for her powers ; they allowed her to take shortcuts down alleyways without worrying about being mugged. she couldn’t say her uniform was particularly warm or comfortable, but it did have its perks   ——   the woman fished a dented pack of cigarettes from her pocket, swung her purse back as she lit one and sighed. almost home, even if she was sure she’d end up spending more time at the academy now. it was, after all, really fucking cool   ——   she didn’t see many perks in the whole superhero, saving the world bullshit but the tower? that was badass. she was lost in her thoughts when she heard a backdoor creak open, eyes widening just a little at the person that walked out   ——   sloane wasn’t easily scared, but she couldn’t help a little shudder, her hand moving subtly to freeze the man. just to be safe. 

the swear wasn’t smart or safe either, but it was all she could really manage when for the first time in her life, her powers didn’t work. she, however, froze on the spot.   “  what the fuck?  “ 

[justanotherrpmeme]

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[rcvenfighter]

*ﾟ◜dthlyscrms‌◞

he hated feeling scared. judas had buried that feeling down long ago and told himself he would be nothing but strong and brave. he had stayed mostly inside their apartment since leaving the hospital. he was due for a check up next week but judas honestly didn’t feel like going. the lack of sound in his right ear had shifted his world. sure he could compensate with it, and he was thankful for his powers, but it also put extra tension and stress on him. he had constant headaches from trying to strain his good ear, and he was sure that some of the others had figured out there was something wrong with him.

the front door opened just as judas rubbed his face, fingers pressing into his eyes until he saw colours. he felt like crying but told himself that that was being too dramatic. at first he didn’t hear sloane until he felt the hand on his shoulder causing him to jump. he looked up at her, eyes slightly wide and panicked. “sorry did you say something? i wasn’t listening”

    ･° /     when it came to judas, nothing got past sloane, at least for long ; it had been like that their whole lives, they had each other’s back through thick and thin, through their fuck-ups and life’s bitchslaps. sometimes, she wasn’t sure how she’d gotten as lucky as she had   ——   wondered how things would have turned out if she didn’t have him to turn to, to bitch to, to run to when the world got shitty ; more often than not, she reached the conclusion that she’d most likely be dead. it was because of that, their connection, that when sloane finally made it back to their apartment and threw her keys and her purse on the couch, shoes kicked off halfway between the front door and the living room, she felt her heart shrink for a second. something was wrong.

                she knew it was from the way he didn’t respond to her greeting, from the way he jumped when she gently placed a hand on his shoulder   ——   when she saw the look in his eyes. shit.     “  jude. ”     it was all she could say as her face twisted into a look of concern and care, as her free hand moved to grab at his arm and pull him close   ——   she hugged him to her, as she had a million times before, rubbed his back. she wasn’t sure what was wrong, but she did what she always did when it was   ——   she held him. and waited for him to tell her why she had to do so.     “  i’m here. ”

[liveasheroes]

[rcvenfighter]

*ﾟ◜ctllcs‌◞

he slides the pancake onto it’s plate, another one on the rapidly growing pile. usually breakfast was a quiet affair, he’d have a smoothie after his work out, shower and then go to work- but he’d had enough of a work out last night with h e r. atlas smiles slightly at the soft footsteps coming his way and pours more batter into the pan. “ first you steal my food. then you steal my bed. what’s next pizza thief? aiming for my credit card? “  @rcvenfighter

      ･° /     to say that sloane wasn’t a morning person by any means would still be an understatement   ——   for someone that woke up with the littlest noise, it usually took a lot to get her to roll out of bed ; yet the smell of pancakes reached her nose and the bed felt cold and empty, and so she’d grumbled, stretched, and crawled out. the brunette did manage to pull one of his shirts out of a drawer, nearly banging her foot against the doorframe as she threw it on   ——   big hazel eyes barely open as she followed the smell of food.   “  first the apartment and your clothes, only go for the credit card in the end.  “     sloane managed a smile that once again shifted into a yawn as her arms wrapped around atlas, cheek pressed against his back and words mumbled, eyes drooping closed again.   “  coffee?  “

[rcvenfighter]

                   #ૅ *ﾟ𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔢 & 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔬𝔫  ◜𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱◞

[rcvenfighter]

    ･° /     in new york i found sloane crowe, a child with the ability of molecular manipulation. at first, she came off as distrustful but she also seemed caring. i was unable to procure the child, as an adult, she should resemble ana de armas.

has been gifted with molecular manipulation, which means she can slow molecules down to a point of stasis, making things / people seem like they're frozen in time. they're not, just kind of frozen in space.

has developed molecular combustion over the past few years, which means she can speed up molecules to a point where they literally cause explosions. has been known to blow shit up when she's scared so don't sneak up on her.

loves freezing things, hates blowing them up.

her poor foster parents got stuck with two superpowered kids, her and judas, and they used to cry if you separated them. they still do tbh.

grew up in foster care and is pretty sure she doesn't have any issues because of that. she's wrong.

will kill all of you, and then herself if anything bad happens to her brother.

try to argue that family is only blood and she will roundhouse kick you into the 55th century.

is pretty sure her only discernible talent is witty comebacks and looking pretty, because she's literally naturally gifted at nothing.

has worked at diners and bars her whole adult life and isn't sure if she enjoys it or if it's just all she can do properly but doesn't stop to think about it much.

drinks way too much whiskey.

chainsmokes when she's stressed, it's borderline scary.

has a ridiculous amount of flower ( mainly roses ) tattoos because she did her first and it looked pretty, and since she has very little self-restraint just went ayo.

lowkey hates herself.

[kendalsroy]

[lindsayslohan]

[rcvenfighter]

                    #ૅ *ﾟ𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔢 & 𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔰  ◜𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱◞

[bopeep]

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

[daisyjazzridley]

[tvandfilm]