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The middle of nowhere was always the best place to train, and occasionally Cress did train. It was nothing more than striking the hardest objects he could find until they, or he, broke. Some not-so-small part of himself hoped someone strong would see, or hear, the destruction and come to investigate, so he could instigate a fight, but all the people he’d seen on this planet looked really weak.

The worst part about training, however, was unlike during a fight, his mind was completely disengaged, and it left him completely free to frustrate and infuriate himself with his endless, pointless thinking. Rather than address any of his thoughts, he just threw himself ever more forcefully into his training.

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Starter Call

hey, go ahead and like/reblog this if you want a starter. I’m trying to get back on this blog, but I’m too awkward ;~;

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If you could, would you choose to be born normal? Or would you keep your mutation?

“That’s a really good question. I don’t know. Part of me credits it for having any sense of morality at all, and another blames it for everything I’ve been through.”

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On Mutations

The saiyan gene-pool is pretty heavily monitored, but that doesn’t stop benign-looking mutations from going through, and Cress’ mutation seems very benign, but in actuality, there’s a lot to go over. Since it’s so long, it’s going under a read-more

at birth, his power-level appeared to be roughly four, only barely higher than the infant Goku

however, his power-level was a much more respectable number, and had his mutation not occurred, he wouldn’t have been dismissed out of hand

his mutation’s primary effect is it alters his built in power-limiter, the thing that allows people to hide their true power-level

his power limiter, rather than being semi-permeable and controlled consciously is more like a glass jar, the ki is either in it, or it isn’t, and the lid is stuck shut

the secondary effect of his mutation concerns the growth of his ki

(I don’t remember if this is canon or headcanon, but here it is anyway) when a normal person trains, particularly saiyans, it’s this sort of stairs effect, if you looked at it a graph, their strength increases in leaps and bounds as they reach, and break through, these sort of ‘barriers’

when Cress trains, nothing happens, but when he fights, that’s where most of his growth occurs. as he fights, his ki depletes, as it directly fuels his strikes and his guard, but as his ki reserve depletes, his maximum ki increases, as the heightened stress of actual combat forces him to get stronger, thus mimicking the stair effect of other people

however, in his ‘natural’ state(ie. no super-saiyan) there is a limit, remember the glass jar analogy? it only has so much space in it, and once it’s full, Cress becomes incapable of growing stronger, barring one, singular event

for Cress to grow stronger, he needs to literally break his limiter, which as you might expect, is exceptionally painful

but, let’s say he does break his limiter(easiest way would be pushing him to go super saiyan, but there are other ways), at that point, he is briefly able to use ki normally, but after it is broken, it begins reforming, though this time it is slightly porous, allowing ki through it sometimes, like during super saiyan, which is how he forms the sword

at the same time as his limiters reformation, the second factor that allows him to form the sword occurs, his ki condenses and compacts, making more room for more growth to occur, think of it like, bread dough, when you knead it you stretch it out and compact it together to remove air pockets, it’s a lot like that

there is another way to ‘uncap’ his growth, rather than allowing the limiter to reform, it is theoretically possible to just leave it broken, this allows Cress to get stronger much faster than a normal saiyan as his growth type remains the same, but he no longer has the barrier that he should, but this prevents him from using anything less than 100% of his power at any given time, he can’t handicap himself the way Goku likes to, he gets stuck in his strongest form(ssj, ssj2, etc.) and cannot go any lower

leaving his limiter shattered does not allow him to form the sword but avoids the negative side-effects of keeping the limiter

negative side-effects of his mutation didn’t present themselves until he reached a certain power-level, and one only appears if he reaches ssj2(or equivalent)

the first negative effect is a constant, buzzing in his head due to his ki being stuck inside his body constantly, and when he gets angry or otherwise upset, his ki gets agitated and makes it worse, the only solution Cress has discovered is to experience physical pain to match the sort of ‘mental pain’ the buzzing causes

the second effect is actually life-threatening, at a certain point, his ki is in such large, dense amounts that it starts shutting down his body and poisoning it as it tries to sort of ‘make room’ for more ki, for him to survive, he requires a method of constantly siphoning ki from his body when he’s not in ssj or some other transformed state

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About the Kid

As a child, Cress was a much better person, before all the trauma and side-effects of his mutation kicked in. He was your stereotypical hero wannabe, he’d go around, talking about justice like it was some real, tangible thing that he could distribute fairly, if only he were strong enough to reach it. So, here are some things about him as a kid that he lost with his homeworld. Most of them are cute, some are kinda sad

reading: he was learning to read when he was young, but he gave up after he escaped what I have dubbed ‘space baby-jail’ he is presently illiterate

confidence: he used to be so sure of himself and comfortable with who he was

fluffy hair: technically he still has this one, he just pours a metric ton of gel in his hair to re-style it

a sense of humor: jokes used to be his thing, dudes, he’s kinda given up on them though

a sense of adventure: he used to want to go everywhere, see everything, meet and greet people from all walks of life

imagination: he had an amazing story-telling ability and made up some pretty great stuff

curiosity: he wanted to learn everything about everything, he was that one annoying kid who asked ‘why?’ about everything, always

vulnerability: he used to be able to cry freely, and did, a lot, he was a huge crybaby

baby fat: he had the cutest little chubby cheeks as a kid, it was adorable, especially considering #3 on this list

a dope-ass cape: he made a cape once for his ‘hero costume’ that he never finished, it was just a ratty blanket with scraps of slightly less-ratty fabric on it

sense of heroics: he wanted to be a hero, the kind that would stand up to anybody who hurt people intentionally and without remorse, he wanted to be the guy to save everybody and solve all the world’s problems, but we all know how that turned out by now

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In honor of casting some sick necromancy on this blog and returning it from the dead, I’ve got two, yes two, exposition-type posts drafted. y’all wanna hear about Cress’ mutation(the thing that fucked up his ki), or his childhood first?

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Blegh, life has been giving me the run-around lately, and that’s caused some major inactivity here. Unfortunately, that’s probably gonna be the case for the foreseeable future. I’ll try to have some activity on here, but it’s pretty unlikely.

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like/reblog this for a starter from an angry monkey, this one’s 100% gonna be in his moral crisis era, so get ready for extra anger.

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aandooruus:

He looked primitive, now. Monotonous and vacuous, primordial maybe, but his face was soft and simplistic in expression. “Games, games, show me games.” Andorus was inquisitive and he inquired. Thus, interest was implied.

He would play any type of game to just play. His mind needed that stuff, and he recognized the definition of a game.

“Ok! How about we play hide-and-seek? I’ll hide first while you count, no peeking!” He assumed Andorus knew how to play, whether or not he actually did.

There were only two of them, so it probably wouldn’t take very long for Cress to be found, but he wanted to play nonetheless.

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aandooruus:

The total definition of nubility smiled in one corner of his mouth and thrust his hand out, swiping his fingers across Cress’ as he gave him a firm shake. His arm moved up and down, and his face turned a light pink. He was probably hoping that he did this right.

“I-I, I…Andorus.” He said his own name. There… not much, but it was something, even if he wasn’t a speaking master.

Cress calmed down slightly, but his smile never faltered. “Do you wanna play a game?”

He loved games, mostly hide-and-seek, because nobody ever seemed to look in places you couldn’t fly to. He always seemed to win those games, though he always lost at tag.

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angelfccdie:

“Hm?” Good-humored, Whis looked from the stranger down to his own body, craning his neck to inspect his back and sharp shoulders, one hand even pulling his robe away from his legs as if he were searching for something within the folds of material. 

“Your concern is appreciated, but I’m afraid it’s quite unnecessary.”

Then, he directed his attention to the bounty of sweets in the other’s arms, lips quirking into a cool, amused smile. “You certainly have goodies to spare, I see.”

“If you say so.” He still wasn’t really convinced, but wouldn’t press the matter much, as he didn’t know this person very well.

After a long moment of consideration, Cress reluctantly shifted himself so he could hand over one of the many sweets from his massive pile. Ultimately he came to the conclusion that he had plenty, and could afford to spare just a small portion of his hoard.

What’s Ki Sense?

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I’m finally up, and ready to get to work on my drafts, and I’ve got no other plans today, so I should be here all day.

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Mun’s going to sleep, see y’all in the morning(or after noon, who knows)

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“Oh good, the children are getting along.”

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Cali can't be outdone by her adopted sibling. She gives Cress a bigger mug that reads "Best Dad EVER". She knows it isnt a competition she's just mad she didnt think of it first,,

“Cali, you literally made this a competition, have fun. For the record though, I do NOT endorse infighting between my children, except for training or other not serious shenanigans.” and once again, he dies, he could only resist the heart attack for so long.

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frxgilebexuty:

“So you like it?”

“I literally died and went to hell because I had a heart attack from how much I like it.”

*slides him a best dad mug*

he literally dies. that’s it you’ve done it. the one thing nobody could figure out how to fUCKING DO. you killed him.