#Shan's lov au

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Firefighter Dabi realizing he has part of his mom quirk because he's about to die from all the fire around him but it saves him?????

Paramedic Tomara finding out his obsession with healing people and putting them back together comes from the fact AFO messed with him as a kid for fun and took away the repair aspect of his new quirk?????

[phoenixgreen]

did @villainsandvictimsalliance 's post about a lov band au motivate me to finally draw my own band au I had in mind for like two years? Yes. Yes it did

x Tomura is the singer and bandleader, Dabi the lead guitarist, Toga the second guitarist, Twice the drummer and Spinner the bassist

x they got together in high school and made the decision once they finish it they’re gonna try and make it as the “League of Villains”

x no quirks

x I loved Shan’s idea for the lore that formed around them, like people thinking Tomura destroys everything he touches because he wears gloves or Twice playing like four people at once so he must be more than one person and so on

x Giran is their scrappy cool uncle manager

x AFO is Tomuras adopted Dad after his parents died in an accident (there is more to it but he doesn’t talk about it) and Tomura is still on the run from him

x Dabi had an accident with fire years ago so he has his scars (even tho they’re not as bad) and hates his father with a burning passion you could say

x Endeavor is a music producer with his own label; All Might too

x Spinner was bullied in high school because of his wierd looks and Tomura befriended him and showed him how to stand up to his bullies

x I imagined they sound a lot like Nothing but Thieves and/or Bad Omens

I‘m gonna post more headcanons with more art in a later post

[shans-writings]

—–-- AU-GUST PROMPTS 2021 :

↳ Day 1 : Ancient Gods.

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↳ Main Info :

BNHA / MHA short story.

All Might and Endeavor are ancient gods and Shigaraki Tomura is the new Death in town.

Non explicit violence content, no sexual content, no mention of dead.

Safe for minors.

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“Tonight I will kill a god.”

The stranger slammed the glass on the table. His friend, who had laughed at such insolence as if it were a joke, put her hand to his chest, so that he would not stand up.

“You cannot kill a god,” the stranger's expression was fixed on the traveler in front of them, in the hollowed darkness under his hood, the type that didn't let his eyes be seen. “The gods do not die. This is not how the world works.”

Beside him, the stranger's friend pretended to be amused, though over his glass he was watching them warily.

He did not believe that he and the stranger were real friends. They were completely different, one like the heaven's, one like the underworld. Yet the stranger and his friend were about the same height and width, with the same bulging muscles under tight clothing, the same hard cuts on their faces. Their swords, the size of a dragon's fang, were tied behind their back by a golden band across their chests. Neither really needed them to inflict harm, much less to exercise their authority. But the bands had their ranks written on them and they matched the crowns on their heads, the rings on their biceps, the golden markings under their eyes… Those were their honor as warriors, which marked them and distinguished them from all the rest.

The traveler, who had not revealed a name, so the stranger's friend only thought of him as the traveler, made a strange noise that seemed to come out of his throat, leaning both elbows on the table. Was he laughing? The friendliest of warriors hastened to direct the conversation to safety, recounting all the times someone tried to kill a god and failed. He talked a lot, it wasn't easy to put him in a bad mood. Usually he left it to the stranger to make enemies, for he was so brutal that it was easier for him to force himself into situations, but not with words.

After a long time, the stranger and his friend heard the doorbell.

The rest of the tavern customers turned to look at the newcomers, keeping silent. The two bulky men kept staring in front of them, at the traveler, who had once again let out that chilling sound that was his laughter. In a hummingbird flutter, the traveler stretched out his hands and the golden bands of the strangers began to explode, first those of their chests, their heads, their arms, their eyes. Both bulky men rose to their feet, but it was clear that these bands were not decorative, which could not be hidden for much longer. Of those bands that had served to seal their colossal powers and pass them off as humans, only dust remained.

In the middle of the tavern, All Might, god of wind blows, and Endeavor, god of the flames of hell, had their skin and eyes alight with the light of their divine cores, so much so that half the tavern had to stumble out into the street, or close your eyes to avoid being momentarily blind.

Endeavor drew his sword from him, but All Might was still hesitant. He studied the dark robe the stranger wore, his lanky posture. A sense of dark terror washed over his chest, which he knew immediately because no god was used to fear. The longer he watched him, the more he felt there was something ancient there. He was frightened that the creature could reveal itself and be a copy of himself, a wandering mirror, distorted and new, spotless, so bright and flawless that it'd drive people him.

“What are you?” The god of the winds finally asked.

“The only thing that can truly end itself.”

The traveler removed the robe from him in one fluid motion. No, the god thought, the robe simply ceased to exist when touched to transform into something else, a kind of function between divine matter and organic matter of the human world.

Now he was finally beginning to understand what was happening.

A sharp knock told him that the tavern door had been fully opened. Slowly, as in a dream. The torch fire turned from orange to blue, shadows and men multiplying, compressing the air. It smelled of river, of blood, and the atmosphere thickened until both gods could only perceive each other by the brightness of their eyes, as well as their unearthly gazes.

One after another, disembodied hands turned to the lord of him, holding the parchment and feathers for him so that he could read without touching. From behind, the voices of everyone present began to speak in turn.

“Toshinori Yagi, All Might, god of wind blows and of peace among the tribes. Todoroki Enji, Endeavor, god of the flames of hell and the terror of the fallen. Meet our lord of decay, Shigaraki Tomura. "

Death.

Yagi wanted to fight. He knew Enji would do it, even if it was to taste his god blood.

"May I ask how you plan to kill a god, child?"

Oh, how the roles had changed. All Might heard someone hiss, not daring to turn around. Shigaraki perm He was calm, smiling. The more he looked at him, the more Yagi felt his spine bend toward the ground.

“Have you chosen his replacement yet?”

Nothing, none of the gods spoke. Shigaraki scratched his neck, floating hands signed the scroll and closed it, gently placing it in his hands. As a final gesture, his hands extended their bony fingers to the sky again and then, in a second, his form decomposed in mid-flight and Death's entire body enveloped the gods, until he materialized on the other side. .

In the hands of Death, two pearls had remained. One golden like the high summer wind, another red like the blood and sulfur bottoms meters and meters underground.

Toshinori was the first to collapse. His skin stuck to his bones, he was shrinking until he was no more than an old man on his knees. He couldn't stand up, no matter how much he wanted to.

Enji retained his physique, but there was no light in his eyes. Everything that made him a god was gone. He felt it as the greatest pain, he knew that his cores were intact, but with all his immortality it would take years of devotion to fill that void again.

Years they would not have.

They heard Shigaraki Tomura laugh one last time, as he went with his entourage into the great darkness beyond the door.

And the old gods, that night, learned how you can kill a god. They must replaced and sentenced to exile, until no one remembers them.

And finally... Nothing, oblivion.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

GUYS THIS WAS THE ONE I GET AN ASK ABOUT THE OTHER DAY. THE BAKERY AU. I'M SO EXCITED.

Salt, Sugar, Heat

Salt, Sugar, Heat by CarlyChameleon

Shimura Tenko is given an ultimatum by his father: Find work or find another place to live. He applies at a small bakery and winds up finding much more than just a job.

Words: 2465, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko’s Parents, Shimura Hana, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Family, Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Hikiishi Magne, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Mustard, Moonfish, Muscular, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shimura Nao, Shimura Kotarou, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Hikiishi Magne & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Fuyumi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Natsuo, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: League of Villains Are Not Villains, Bakery, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Alternate Universe - Bakery, League of Villains as Family, Protective League of Villains, Supportive League of Villains, Trauma, Healing, Working Out My Feelings Through Fic, Friendship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Aged-Up Character(s), I aged Toga up but not for shipping purposes, Abuse, Past Abuse, Scars, Anxiety, Quirk Discrimination, Slow Burn

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33467086

[izukukuzi]

Wait, Idk if you saw but I’m creating a small AU where the support kids and the hero kids are all swapped [minus BKG so he can be mad when LoV focuses on the support course they accidentally attacked and found more interesting than the hero course], and I just realized..

Shinsou depends on support items to help him into the hero course, which stays the same as canon. Midoriya now works in support.... /I can make it ShinDoriya, Shan/. Late night workshop talks. Coffee dates disguised as them working together. Just... ✨ShinDoriya✨

BLEU PLEASE, I NEED IT RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND IMMEDIATELY PLEASE!!!!

S H I N D O R I Y A A A A A A A A

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Can you imagine the survivor guilt of the LOV in a universe where they're still alive after the final battle, but Tomura isn't????

None of them considered that he would lose, let alone die. Even worse if Deku tells them about all he saw and how he kept fighting for their sake, how much he tried to be their hero.

Especially since most of them had accepted the possibility of dying, believing Tomura would fulfill their dreams. Who would tell them? Deku? Would they be separated? It'd be too cruel, to keep them apart as they realize their boss sacrificed all he could for them.

Do you think they'd remember Tomura trashing on the ground as AFO pats his head? Would you think they'd rage or just cry? Would Dabi hide his pain? Would Spinner blame himself? Would Toga accept the possibility that she now can live more freely, but she can't share her happiness with Twice or Tomura? Would Mr. Compress feel that his sacrifice to keep Tomura alive was in vain now that he's dead anyway?

It's so wrong. For him to be dead and then alive...

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

MY TOP 3 SHIGADABI AUS

UP ON THE CLIFF ( fantasy au )

There's a sickness slowly turning humans into monsters and there's a Count demanding their lives in exchange for safety for the villages.

When Enji gives in and sends his oldest son as a human sacrifice, Touya is determined to get some answers from the Count himself.

Aka Tomura pretends to be the evil Count of the Cliff so human villages send those suffering from the demon sickness to him. They're later offered a deal: they can run away on their own and be free as they please until their sickness kills them— or they can continue the journey to the castle up on the cliff, where they would be safe and could learn how to live as monsters.

Maybe find a cure. Who knows.

I DON'T DANCE ( college au )

Every year, UA college awards the best project of every faculty with the Plus Ultra Cup. Win it and you'd be one step away from making your dreams come true, they say.

This year, captain of the baseball team Touya Todoroki is desperate to find a pitcher that takes his team to win the sports cup. Their reward? A chance to play with the pros on the best League in Japan!!

Meanwhile, horror artist Tomura is in charge of the faculty project of that year. Not only does Tomura have to consider and include all arts available at UA, but he must create something that goes up and beyond the expectations.

How can it even go wrong?

AKA Tomura and Touya mix sports and arts on a genius stupid bet. Tomura is the new pitcher of the UA heroes and Touya is the lead actor for Tomura's play. Mess of the century.

HEAL YOUR BURNING HEART ( 911 au )

A society that acts like only a few can be heroic is rotten to the core. Tenko and Touya learned that the hard way. Heroes can suck— they can be selfish, arrogant, blind hypocrites. The truth is that they're just people with flashy quirks or a reason to risk their lives to save others.

Flash news, assholes: you don't even need a quirk to do that last part.

AKA in the most ironic move someone could ever expect, Touya becomes a firefighter and Tenko a paramedic. Without a hero license, they are stuck fighting with the system so that they can do their job. Break the law, save a life, join your local firefighters!

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Writing practice ( 22 / 04 / 2024 )

#2 Version — Writing in Spanish and translated to English.

Context: pro-hero au.

Tenko succeeds in catching the bad guy who generated the leak on the sewage systems and the heroes' effort confined the explosion to a small zone. Unfortunately, Tenko didn't have the time to get out of the sewage before the explosion. Now he's stuck underneath as the other heroes search for him.

    Move move move move move—

    "MOTH!"

    Part of him would always respond to his sister's call. It was something intrinsic to him, a kind of compulsion that took his body hostage when Hana's voice rose to the heavens.

    Sometimes Tenko found it hard to believe that they had survived the shadow of a villain like AFO. If he closed his eyes now, he could imagine that he was just sleeping and that at any moment he would wake up in another bed, another room, another life just as his as his own. He would walk to a deserted room to shake the fantasy of his dream into dust on the trash can. He would go to the bathroom, wash his face, and not recognize the young man standing there. Only his red eyes would give away his identity.

    All was a dream.

    It was time to stop playing heroes.

    He knew that he had done his job well because his whole body hurt, yet he was alive. Tenko had managed to contain the explosion to the smallest tunnel of the sewage system in the middle of the evacuated area. Hana had surely redirected most of the gas and dissipated it appropriately on the surface. He knew this because the explosion only knocked down a couple of walls and sent him flying into the bars on the west side of the tunnel.

    Deep inside, he just wanted to curl up against Touya's jacket, lay down on the floor and take a nap. He must have had a concussion. He couldn't feel it 'cause everything hurt the same, but Tenko always took his paramedic classes very seriously. Check for contusion. Check to see if he kept the rest of his body. Even without visibility due to the smoke and the giant block of cement covering the exit, Tenko knew that he would see nothing but a firmament of starts blinking on his periphery if he tried to open his eyes. However, Hana was calling him. There was not time to rest.

    "Hana."

    No good. His voice sounded beyond ruined. If he had heard Hana, she must be somewhere around him, he reasoned. Tenko had no idea of the radius of the explosion, so he had to do his best to help his sister locate him.

    "Hana..." Think, Tenko.

    Could the piece of rubble in front of him be safely removed? When the explosion sent him flying, the separating metal fence saved his life by stopping a large piece of debris just over a meter away. He couldn't see anything because of the way the tunnel collapsed. On second thought, he couldn't put it down. Tenko wasn't sure if that would bring him to the surface or let more debris rain down on him. He had not survived the explosion to die buried by his own impatience.

    "MOOOOTH!"

    "Here..." to your left. Damn, he was running out of oxygen in there. Was that normal? How come he could hear his sister perfectly, but he couldn't feel the slightest draft of air against his skin?

    Panic struck him suddenly. He couldn't be hallucinating, could he? The concussion, the lack of oxygen, the feeling of being swimming in air... If he decayed with his quirk that piece of debris and there was something on top of it, he would die. If he did nothing and he was hallucinating, he would die. If he rushed to make a decision and it was the wrong one, he would die.

    Ironically, Tenko could only think about his conversation with Touya a couple of hours ago.

    I promise not to die in your jacket.

    Wait... Touya's mask!!! He had it with him!!

    When he made it out, Tenko promised he'd pay for Touya's new jacket. For lending it to him— and for saving his life by doing so.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Writing Practice ( 21 / 04 / 2024 )

#1 Version — Writing directly in English.

Context: pro-hero au.

During a city-wide coordinate villain attack, Tenko hears that the villains plan to use the sewers to leak a gas and make it explode with a timer. Hana worries, so she calls Touya to help get some sense into her brother's brain.

"I need to go under."

    Tomura tried to catch his breath, looking right and left for the alignment of the sewage system underneath them. What type of leaking were they creating? How fast would it travel down the tunnels? They needed to seal each and every entrance for— what? How many blocks were they talking about? How long until the timer stopped? How—

    Tenko felt first the shove, then the pain as his ass bit the pavement. When he looked up, he had to squeeze his eyes to see anything beyond the sun angled to blind him.

    "Hold it," that snarl he knew. It wasn't the day looming its heat over him. It was a man with thin threads of smoke floating around him as he tried to calm down. "You're not doing shit."

    Tenko spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloves. Ah, he thought as he searched for Hana, to no avail. Touya waited for him to move or say something.

    Standing slowly, Tenko took care not to look at him.

    "That might not be up to you." Where was Hana anyway? It'd be quicker if she could float him to the nearest sewer entrance. "Go now, Touya. You cannot be here."

    If the villains were planning a gas leak on the sewers —and they were, Tenko would bet his life and some on what he heard earlier— they didn't have time for Touya to get stubborn. His fire quirk was a hazard at best. He must know. Hana must have talked to him on the radio while Tenko was trying to recall every late night at the agency he spent studying the prints of the city.

    Even with so many villains on the loose, there was no case on staying there and waiting for the ground to explode. They were a distraction. No one saw it coming. No other fellow student or pro-hero was catching on the actual plot. Like it or not, Tenko was their best bet. He had the training, he had the knowledge—

    There was a hand closing on the front of his suit, putting him impossibly close to big blue angry eyes.

    "You're gonna get yourself killed." Tenko wanted to protest, but Touya was not having it. He shook his head in disbelief like he knew exactly what Tenko was about to say. "Where's your cape, moth?"

    It was getting annoying. His cape was—

    Touya's gaze sharpened as Tenko realized what he was being told. His cape was wrapped around a little girl on paramedics ground. His suit was fireproof, of course, but not as sturdy as his cape. Without it, if he got caught in an explosion on the sewage, he'd—

    You're gonna get yourself killed.

    Fuck, Touya was right.

    Tenko raised his hand and Touya let go of him by instinct. Even gloved, people knew to keep their distance just in case. Tenko landed already twisting on his heels, spotting his sister on the mouth of the alley. The sunlight had moved from its previous position.

    "I have a plan."

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

THIS WONT HAPPEN SO PLEASE DON'T GO THEORIZING ABOUT IT but can you imagine if Deku ended up quirkless and Tomura ended up with OFA (but AFO gets destroyed).

Concept is "what if the hero saved the villain by making him the chosen one, by choosing him, by telling him that maybe no one considered you but I do, I see you, I still believe you can do what you dreamed to do, I think you can still be a hero".

If Deku did with Tomura what All Might did for him and gave up on the power that he worked so hard for, in exchange for saving the one person he needs to save the most.

It's be horrendous. A total tragedy. When has the main character given up everything he's worked for and gifted it to his biggest enemy. How is that a satisfying ending. It's stupid. It's insane. It's the type of ending that would have the people riot, insulting the mangaka for the ages, the manga ranking in "worst mangas ever" for all eternity.

It's perfectly an insane and interesting move.

Giving villain the hero responsibility of keeping the world safe? Chaining them to the wellbeing of all humanity by granting them the wish of being the chosen one? Teaching them to repent for their ways? This far in the story, Deku had taught many of his friends how to deal with OFA. Deku taught them how to stop him, contain him. They have practiced it. OFA is no longer infallible, but just another (couple of) quirk(s). Deku could contain OFA user Tomura if he wanted. His real power is that he understands quirks so well, he can work around anything.

The thing about All Might is that he couldn't even breathe between jobs. He was all day and all night running to help people. The law couldn't keep up with him, the government couldn't keep up with him, no one could. It's borderline slaving your life to your hero job. Not a moment to be idle, not a moment to rest. You can't even enjoy the money, because when? Vacations? You don't have those. You're never in your house, you barely sleep on your own bed, reporters and fans follow you every minute of your life so you have no privacy...

I need a fic like that.

I need a fic of Tomura getting to be the new OFA user and Deku becoming the first quirkless hero and the drama is so unhinged and funny because Tomura and Deku are completely restless, they're not even considered human (they are, but fuck if they're not obsessing over the hero job).

Also no one wants to be saved by Tomura and Tomura can't be rude to people. Deku goes with him to every job. Worst possible sibling duo and your house is on fire? Just a Tuesday, I guess.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I just decided to send paramedic Tomura to Recovery Girl on his internship. I need him to hate how much the UA kids get hurt, I need him to be starstruck over Aizawa and I need him to falsely assume that kisses have special healing powers.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

What if something happened and post-final fights LOV had to take care of little Tenko in the present and Tomura had to take care of the LOV in the past before they even were the LOV, uh?

I'm talking about the "5 years old Tenko and 22 years old Tomura swap places temporarily" type of trope.

Pre LOV members wondering why the hell that strange creep cares and Tomura like "they don't know they will follow me to the end of the world".

Little Tenko scared because it's the version that just killed his entire family and the LOV (+ Deku) doing all they can to comfort the child until he trusts that he's safe with them.

Imagine the drama.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Thinking again of the I Don't Dance au and how screwed was Touya right from the start. After all, Tomura is the type that's completely unaware of how good he looks while he's pitching (Touya is a professional, dammit. He's not getting distracted).

( picrew )

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I think about painter Tomura and baseball player Dabi every day of my life that au is everything to me even if I'm not sure I'll ever write it.

Dabi is a college jock because he wanted to impress his dad, but the minute Tomura wins the bet and Dabi steps on those dancing practices is like time stops and he doesn't have the crushing pressure of the world on his shoulders anymore. All he knows is the weight of his body against all that gravity and the steady commands of steps that he can follow and the perfect synchronicity of those moving next to him, a world of order and reassurance, a world where he belongs.

Tomura loves his art, but he reeeaaaally needed someone to challenge him physically like Dabi does. He needed someone who he could wrestle with in the mud and someone who threatens to punch him in a parking lot for fun and that doesn't fear the violence within Tomura, who is not afraid of all Tomura is without the protective barrier of arts. It's not a painting, it's not a metaphor, he is mentally unwell and unbalanced and he bites.

The afternoons they waste arguing about tactics to win games and mocking their rivals like mean school girls and throwing painting around and all the times they almost asked the other to dance or thought about the texture of their lips meeting.

OOOOOuuuUUAAHHHGGG mY BrAIn 😫😫😫

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

League of Villains band au where:

Btw this is a no quirks au, skdjkdndmdmdnd

It starts with an announcement on Kurogiri's bar. Tomura had been on and off for a whole year on different bands, but nothing worked, so he decides to start his own project.

Giran owns Kurogiri a few favors, so he makes some calls and eventually comes across two young punks who look exactly like Tomura's brand of crazy.

Toga is a drop-out high-schooler who was kicked from home. She was making a name for herself singing in the streets while playing either the drums or her guitar.

Touya's dream was to be a pop king like his dad. After his accident and recovery, Rei and the other Todoroki kids agreed to help Touya change his appearance and move to his own apartment, where Enji wouldn't find him. He can't sing like before due the damage on his vocal cords, but his a total showman on the guitar or bass and an insane lyricist.

Tomura processed the trauma of his family death through music from a young age. In other words, he's able to play a good number of instruments and knows a lot about music theory. He prefers the piano, however. The movement on the fingers help him relax.

The first time they play together because they can't decide which genre they want to play or who sings or who plays what. They decide to find at least one or two more bandmates and try it out.

That's how they met Spinner, a barely known bassist from a small town, and Twice, a kinda older drummer that makes it sound like he has more arms than he has when he plays the drums, holy shit.

They try again. It takes them a few intense days until they make it. Funnily enough, they were chilling all across the bar messing with some cover when Kurogiri walked in and started correcting them individually. That's how they learned that Kurogiri is some musical genius or something.

They start pulling their influence. Found in Magne a make-up artist and in Mr. Compress a visionary man when it comes to the stage arrangements. Mustard is their first fan, Muscular their bodyguard and they have a poor mutilated plushie that they call nomu, the mascot of the band.

They start playing on Kurogiri's bar, getting barely enough money to buy a broken ass van and travel as they can to other places. Their reputation is mostly due how crazy they all look stumbling down the van and getting on stage. They're like a fever dream.

They start creating their own lore. Maybe there's a superior evil pulling their strings. Maybe the world turned them into villains. Maybe Dabi can breath fire and Tomura always wear gloves because he destroys everything he touches and Toga has fangs and drink blood and Spinner ir a lizard man and there is a different Twice every night and...

Before they know it, it's not about the fame anymore. They sign with Meta Liberation records. Magazines are calling them a menace to the music industry. They're competing with the best boy bands and solo artists and records of Japan.

It's a delicate thing to find themselves a second before diving in a spiral of fame and attention. It's chaos and it's hurting them but also there's nowhere else for them to be.

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Kinda thought about writing a futuristic (ish?) bnha au where the hero society had the brilliant idea to turn controlled time traveling? time loops? into the new jails of the hero world.

Basically it makes you commit the same crime over and over again under different circumstances and to different versions of the same victims, 'til it makes you feel bad enough to repent and change your ways. Except it works as horribly as it sounds 'cause if you change the setting of a crime, well the whole crime falls over.

For example, if you kill someone you'd have to kill that same person again and again since they were innocent babies all the way growing up until the moment you killed them. And if that's not enough the time jail makes you start killing them in other universes too. A million deaths in one death and a million crimes in one crime. Each time the person has the choice to don't commit the crime or do it anyway, but your reasons and your logic is judged by the watchers and if they feel you're lacking in terms of morals or whatever, you're in for another round of time traveling.

The two protagonist would be Midoriya Izuku, one of the new members of the recruit program, and Shigaraki Tomura, a criminal secretly presenting an anomaly where he knows he's in a time jail and he's trying to get out of there.

The plot revolves around Deku realizing that the time jail is a horrible horrible concept and Tomura destroying the time jail from the inside, starting a revolution (by accident lol). The more Tomura and Deku interact with other recruits and inmates, the more they find out how corrupted is their system and how complex their situation. But do they have what it takes to be the leaders of such revolution or would it result in another spin of the wheel and the same old cycle repeating itself?

Comedy and chaos and romance mixed with the old ethic queations about freedom and correction. Also AFO is there, don't worry, but he's more like a virus trying to take control of the time jail system so he can rewrite the world to his sick likings. Not so far from what the hero society is doing, isn't it?