TEMPERAMENTAL

been doing a lot of thinking and i think it's finally time i throw in the towel and retire ol broly here as a muse.

this ain't me quitting rp for good or deleting this blog 'cause i've been quietly spending it elsewhere recovering from the years of constant burnout i've been suffering here and tbh it's done wonders. but it also helped me realize that unfortunately whenever i log on here specifically the bad memories outweigh the good ones for me and this fandom in general has been falling apart for years and it's really sad to watch anymore.

i'm really grateful for the few friends i've made here though. thank you for writing with me and i'm sorry i suck at staying in contact. can't use my anxiety as an excuse anymore bc it's something i've been constantly working on these past few months and i like to think i'm improving hence the reason i'm doing this in the first place.

to any enemies i've made? if any bc i'm just a nobody anymore or if you're still around (idk you know who you are) no hard feelings i guess and sorry we had our differences.

anyway enough yapping from me. it's been fun while it lasted.

"Thank youuuu~! It's really weird being back, but I'm happy to be here anyway."

"There you are, annoying yellow worm!"

Breathing to life. "Hah? Wait... Why am I here?"

"That's what I'd like to know, insect."

"OH CRAP!! WHY ARE YOU HERE??!!"

"GET OUT!!!!"

Were the destructive changes in landscape that obvious? What was but another shattered mountain in favor of more landscape? From a destroyed river into a new lake? The Natade villagers ought to be thankful that their mountain god hadn't reduced their land to a barren wasteland by now and crushed their very lives into ash and cinder.

Had he been the ruthless killer he was before, he would have.

Should have.

How he continued to despise that a quiet and peaceful village like this even managed to pique his interest after all these years. Their revering him as a God was of no help and only fueled his ego. Maybe he liked the attention.

With a dismissive snarl, Broly spat off the edge of the cliff that would oversee his worshippers going about their lives down below. He appeared to be ignoring his companions comment while he mused to himself.

How long had it been since he had seen Kale again, anyway?

Three years?

Guess it had been a while.

"Ridiculous."

Arm does not hesitate to extend itself, aimed straight for the village. Collecting within was a familiar mass of neon that build at his palm. Perhaps today would be their judgement day.

"I could always make more arrangements."

A jest, maybe. It's been a while since he had seen any form of excitement on his mountain.

Would she care to find out?

objective: show your followers you see them by tagging 10 (or more) people your muse(s) personally want to get to know better. this can be taken as an invitation to approach a mun for plot development.

favorite color(s): Red. Red is nice. Looks good on him. It's also the color of most blood, which looks good on his opponents. Also green probably.

what're they wearing right now?: His usual everyday clothes. Shirt free and all.

where are they at currently?: In his cave in natade falls brooding probably.

song stuck in their head: None.

last song they listened to: Some tune from the villagers in celebration of spring.

3 favorite foods: Meat, Vegetables, Apples (He likes the crunch).

dream trip: Somewhere quiet where he can have peace of mind. He's tired at this point and just wants to vibe.

anything your muse want right now: To let loose power wise. Feeling his blood racing as he transforms for the first time in ages and break a thing or two.

favorite personal headcanons: His "obsessive hate" for Goku is not that deep. No. I won't elaborate.

quote of the hour: "Trash."