#tw:long post

[inmentemusae]

OOC: I have been up since 4:15 with a shit sleep. And panicking slightly at 1:15 am when you check your trains to find out that your first train is twrminating before Glasgow, grateful for my dad dropping .e in Glasgow before he went to work. I am now on what would be my 3rd train of the day, as I am traveling to see @fiirstnephalem for 2 weeks. So I am not sure if and when I will be on here today.

[oathofpromises]

[ FIVE CONFESSIONS ]  send for five times the receiver almost says ‘i love you’ and the one time they do. — Stella and G'raha, or Mako and T'sori

1. It was a difficult choice, but G'raha knew in his heart that it was the right one. He would put the tower into a deep slumber, with himself inside. The survivors of the fourth Umbral Calamity wished for it to become a beacon of hope. Asking anyone to give up their freedom and remain inside the tower was a monumental request, but it was necessary. Meeting her changed everything for G'raha, and now he had regrets that he didn't anticipate before. Stella Caelum the warrior of light. His inspiration and so much more.

The connection that they had to both the tower and each other went beyond this era. Although he had promised to see her again, choosing to do this would ultimately separate them. How long would it be until G'raha saw her again, if ever? Is there even a possibility that the tower will awaken in the near future? The Miqo'te suddenly felt a tightness in his chest as he felt how much she had changed in his life in such a short period of time.

Her smile illuminated any room, the way they shared countless nights gathered around the campfire. Just talking. It didn’t matter what the topic was about, he simply enjoyed listening to Stella. The way her voice sounded incredibly angelic. It made the scholar recall how he almost mistook the Au Ra for a goddess.

G'raha admits he lacked an understanding of love, mostly in terms of experiencing a deep emotional bond with another individual. Yes, he may have had a slight crush on his childhood friend years ago, but at the time, he didn't think much of it. He was only a child back then. With Stella, she turned his entire world upside down. He experienced emotions that no one had ever been able to evoke in him before. The way his heart would skip a beat at the sight of her. It truly was maddening how much one woman consumed his thoughts.

He met her that night at the oasis, which Stella had discovered near the camp their first day here. It would be the last time he would probably see her, so G’raha sung a ballad. One that he had written specifically for her. There was so much more the Miqo’te wanted to say to her. To speak those three words that appeared delicate but carried so much significance.

‘I love you…’

However, he couldn't bear to do that to her - listening to her cries as the doors closed. It was enough to shatter his heart and soul. Slowly G’raha raised his hand to shield his eyes, tears streaming down his face. This situation was not fair at all. He longed to be able to join her. To journey to new worlds together. An adventure unlike any they had ever seen. But most of all, he wanted to speak his feelings.. lay everything bare. She was his world. That was the truth.

2. Lying to Stella and pretending that G'raha didn't exist in this realm was truly unbearable, especially considering that he was the very man she had asked about so many times. He was aware that it was wrong to appear indifferent, but he wondered how the plan to save her could succeed if she knew the truth. No. He was well aware how things would go if the Au Ra knew who he truly was beneath the hood.

It was painful to witness as the light gradually consumed her from within. He spent countless nights staying awake, watching over her from his tower. Watching as she tossed and turned, unable to even pull her close. To finally whispered the words that he had kept hidden in his heart for centuries.

His fingers tightened around his staff as he recalled the day he had woken from his slumber. He longed to find his beloved warrior of light more than anything else. However, upon learning of her death at the hands of Black Rose. His world was completely shattered. G'raha had lost Stella before she even became aware of his feelings. He felt a deep ache as he stood near her grave. The memorial was a beautiful tribute to the woman who had made significant contributions to the world, but it failed to fully capture her essence.

He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, his fingers delicately tracing the engraved name. He was heartbroken because his beloved Star had disappeared, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of her beautiful smile. After that day, he made the decision to find any way possible to prevent this future from happening. G'raha was willing to pay the price, even if it took centuries. Stella will not meet the same fate as Mako. He would not allow the woman he loves to fade from this world.

“You love her don’t you?” Lyna spoke as she entered the room. The exarch smiled slightly as he reached up to trace Stella's image reflected in the mirror with his fingers. He had spent countless nights lying awake, haunted by the memory of her.

“If I were to say yes now, it would cause me to hesitate. She is someone that the world cannot afford to lose.”

If only they knew she was his world—that the Exarch couldn’t afford to lose her again. The mere thought of her possibly fading from this world again shattered him. It shocked the Exarch to his very soul, and without a doubt, the advisor knew that it would undoubtedly be his downfall this time.

Crystal's finger delicately traced the curves of Stella's reflection, as tears began to cascade down the sides of the exarch's face. He deeply regretted his decision to sleep with the tower. When he had chosen not to reveal everything in his heart to Stella.The Exarch wanted to be with the person he loved so much. The centuries had not dimmed that wish, either. His body began to sway slowly, and he had a feeling that he might slump into the wall. However, Lyna was already by his side, providing support.

3. For centuries, the Exarch had dedicated himself to prioritizing the needs of the people in the Crystarium. While also attempting to find a way to prevent the timeline in which Stella died. This involved hiding the truth from the Au Ra, which was not something he enjoyed, but it was required. Knowing his identity would only cloud her judgment if she were to realize exactly who he was to her. The pink haired woman would also not hesitate to fiercely oppose his plan, and that was something he couldn't handle.

The day was filled with sunshine, and everyone was occupied with their respective tasks. In order to clear his head, the Exarch made the decision to take one of his daily walks around the city. He used to do it frequently in the past, but as time went on, it became increasingly challenging for him to even leave the tower. Seeing him out and about did brighten the faces of the citizens, though. They considered the Exarch their leader, although he never claimed the title. Lyna had even given him a lecture once, advising him that the best course of action would be to go outside and get some fresh air.

Typically, the Exarch would stroll through the entire city, but today was an exception. As he turned, he heard the sound of Stella's laughter echoing through the air. He observed the cherished warrior of light, bending down, while a child delicately placed a flower crown on her head. The sight alone caused his heart to flutter slightly. Furthermore, the fact that the flowers were lilies didn't help the situation either, as the Exarch had come to associate their fragrance with Stella. It made surpassing his emotions that much harder.

"Exarch, I had an inkling that you would soon take on your routine daily walk. "Stella spoke," her voice resonated within his heart like a captivating melody. He was slightly surprised that she had noticed such a minor detail, but then again, she was his star. The woman didn't let even a tiny thing escape her notice. It was one of the reasons, it made concealing his plan that much more difficult. The Au Ra picked up on so much. Even the first moment she had arrived, the question she asked first was about him or well, G'raha Tia. The man he once was..a long time ago.

"My friend, tis good to see you awake. I had meant to stop by and check on how you were feeling."

Last night, Stella retired to her chambers shortly after the scions had returned to the Crystarium. The weariness on the face of the Warrior of Light was unmistakable, not to mention the pain she felt from absorbing the light of the defeated light warden yet one more thing the Exarch felt responsible for, the woman he loved was suffering because of him.

The Exarch had little time to gather his thoughts, as a group of children kindly guided him to where they were sitting. The child leaned forward and delicately placed a beautiful flower crown on top of his hood. As the Exarch sat down next to Stella, a warm feeling enveloped his heart. Just being this close to her caused his chest to skip a beat.

"They mentioned receiving assistance from the pixies making these. A gift for the kind Exarch." Stella smiled as she reached up to straighten the crown resting on top of his hood. The Exarch froze upon realizing how close Stella was. The fragrance of lilies filled the air, while the woman smiled.

It would be an effortless endeavor to gently lean in and delicately press his lips against hers, yet such an act appeared to be driven by a sense of self-indulgence. In the end, her heart shall forever be enchanted by G'raha Tia. The man he had once been a long time ago, yet that time had passed.

With a gentle touch, his hand, as pure as crystal, caressed Stella's cheek, delicately tucking away a few stray strands of her luscious hair behind her ear. In a fleeting instant, he could have sworn that a rosy hue graced the face of the valiant Warrior, yet perhaps it was merely the yearning desires of his heart playing tricks on his sight. How could her heart possibly be filled with love for him at this very moment? The tower's enchantment forever altered his body and left him transformed. However, the mere sight of her now ignited a whirlwind of emotions within him. The gentle caress of sunlight upon her cherry blossom colored hair, the alluring curves of her lips as they formed into a captivating smile, winning the hearts of those around her. It was enough to make his touch linger delicately against the softness of her cheek.

"I beg your pardon if this appears out of line… but you, Stella, possess an exquisite beauty," murmured the Exarch, allowing his facade to momentarily crumble. Hopefully that wouldn't reveal anything, as he hadn't uttered her name since she graced this place with her presence.

"You should marry" whispered a child, causing the Exarch's heart to skip a beat. A blush adorned his cheeks as he pondered the idea of intertwining his life with Stella's. Not due to any aversion, but rather because it had occurred so frequently in his dreams. Referring to her as his beloved wife…that would surpass any fantasy he had ever dared to envision.

"I..."

In that very moment, his heart yearned to declare his deepest emotions, yet the Exarch was unable to do so. His plan was on the verge of reaching fruition. If he were to indulge in that single, fleeting moment with her, it would shatter Stella's heart when he inevitably went away. He simply couldn't bear to inflict such pain upon her heart, not again. Not even if his longing to be reunited with her burned within him for countless lifespans.

Just say it G'raha...tell Stella you love her.

4. G'raha glanced at the clock, realizing that it had been days since Stella had embarked on her most recent adventure. Although a significant part of the mage desired to accompany her, he had too many obligations to attend to in his current location. He pouted when he saw the large amount of paperwork that had accumulated while he was away. If he could just wave his hand and make all of this finished, then maybe he could've gone with her.

His ears gently drooped, as the scholar gracefully reclined in his seat. Pausing for a moment, his gaze gracefully drifted towards a captivating photograph of Stella and himself, tenderly nestled upon the desk. It was but a mere moment after their triumphant return. In that enchanting moment, she stood before him, her delicate arms tenderly embracing his strong frame from the side, as the Au Ra leaned in, her lips gently caressing the side of his face.

"I have yet to utter those three words…" G'raha murmured, gently shutting the tome that had enraptured his attention. Indeed, it was abundantly clear that the two harbored profound sentiments for one another. Even the other Scions had playfully taunted them about it. There were no obstacles left to hinder their path, so why had he not yet whispered those three enchanting words? The ones he had longed to utter for countless ages to his beloved Stella. Perchance, in the depths of his soul, he sensed that she was deserving of a love more exquisite than what he could offer. In the depths of his heart, he remained burdened by the weight of his past actions, for he had forsaken her once before. Not by his own choosing, but regardless it had still brought the warrior of light pain. To add to the anguish, he felt guilty for the pain she had suffered on the first behalf.

She possessed a beauty that surpassed all comparisons. The mere sound of her laughter had the power to brighten an entire room. She was adored by many, but the mere thought of someone else capturing the love of his life was unbearable. It stirred a painful ache in the depths of his stomach.

With a gentle touch, the fiery-haired mage delved into his pocket, his eyes fixated upon a mysterious ebony case. One fateful day, he would summon the courage to pose that monumental question, baring his heart and soul. But not until he mustered the bravery to extend his hand towards her, and utter those tender words. He had no fear of being turned away, for she had demonstrated her boundless affection for him.

She was the only thing, he yearned not to relinquish…never again. For countless eternities, the sight of her resting place tore his heart asunder. The manner in which his dearest was whisked away from this realm. In truth, G'raha's heart trembled at the mere thought of losing Stella once more. To be forsaken and endeavor to forge ahead, but was it possible for him? No…deep down inside, a fragment of his being was aware that if such a moment were to transpire again…that his heart would cease to beat. She completed the very essence of his being. Stella was his entire world, that had never changed.

G'raha's ears perked up, attuned to the subtle sounds of the world around him. The creaking of the front door caught his attention, and his anticipation grew. He had been eagerly awaiting Stella's return, hoping to catch a glimpse of her radiant presence. However, his heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell upon a different sight altogether. There, standing before him, were the esteemed Scions, their presence commanding and their expressions grave. In the arms of the valiant Thancred, Stella appeared, her once vibrant countenance now marred by a trail of crimson. The sight sent a chill down G'raha's spine, freezing his very core.

Adorning her delicate frame were an array of vivid bruises, each a testament to the trials she had endured. A bandage, carefully encircling her forehead, served as a visible reminder of the battle scars she carried. The weighty tome slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the ground with a resounding thud, as G'raha hurriedly made his way to Stella's side. The remaining scion healers gently guided her to the plush sofa, their hands steady and their expressions filled with determination. They began infusing her body with magic, trying anything to heal the wounds she had suffered.

"Stella!" G'raha exclaimed, his voice filled with anguish, tears streaming down his cheeks like a gentle rain. With a desperate longing, his outstretched mage hand yearned to touch hers, as if seeking solace in their connection.

Do not forsake me, my star, for I cannot bear the pain of living without you.

5.With a gentle exhale, G'raha cast his gaze upon his reflection in the mirror. Today, he had summoned the courage to invite Stella on a romantic rendezvous to the enchanting city of Kugane. The sight of the land had eluded his gaze until now, and a deep longing stirred within him as he pondered the profound affection the Au Ra held for the enchanting festivities Kugane would have each year.

G'raha wasted no time in making himself, thus he swiftly arrived at the beautiful bridge where Stella had suggested they rendezvous. Fortunately, it proved to be an easy task to find, lest G'raha feared he would have become entangled in the labyrinth of confusion.

As he cast his gaze upon his watch, the mage could feel his heart flutter with anticipation, for he knew that in but a few fleeting moments, Stella would grace him with her presence. In a tender gesture, he paused, his heart captivated by the allure of cherry blossoms. With a gentle touch, he acquired a stunning pair of cherry blossom hairpieces, one for each of them. It was a splendid occasion, a festival dedicated to the enchanting bloom of the flower, and also a joyous celebration. Stella's birthday.

Stella's heart danced with delight, as she took a little more time than expected to prepare herself. But the mere notion that G'raha had carefully orchestrated this special day for them filled her with anticipation. Her heart was filled with affection, particularly given how occupied G'raha had been with own duties once returning to the source.

Their night began with a graceful dance, where the two found themselves surrounded by couples, their presence only intensifying the emotions the two shared. G'raha pulled Stella into his embrace, their foreheads gently touching, as their eyes locked in a loving gaze, observing each other's moves. Their hearts beat in perfect harmony, their souls intertwined in a dance of love.

G'raha's heart skipped a beat, his senses heightened as his ears delicately twitched and danced. With a gentle touch, his hand gracefully caressed Stella's hip, drawing her nearer until their bodies were intimately pressed together.

"My dearest, you are truly a vision of exquisite beauty."

G'raha's chest rose and fell, as he mustered the courage to reveal the depths of his heart. With a gentle inclination, he pressed his lips against Stella's delicate hand, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. Then, he gracefully guided her away from the enchanting dance floor, leading her to a hidden nook where they could be alone together. Surrounded by a delicate embrace of cherry blossom trees, it offered a breathtaking vista of the sun gracefully descending beyond the horizon.

"Stella…our journey has been filled with countless trials, yet you have graciously pardoned me for my transgressions…for an eternity, I battled to overcome the torment I inflicted upon you. The moonlit evenings you spent shedding tears, my love…while I concealed the truth from your tender heart. You never harbored any disdain towards me for that, my love. It is abundantly clear, but ever since that fateful day our paths intertwined, my heart has been captivated by your essence. I have adored you with the entirety of my being, pouring out my love from the depths of my soul. The time we spent apart, my love, inflicted a pain upon my heart that surpassed all other sorrows." whispered G'raha, as he leaned in and press his lips to hers again.

"I love you...I love you so much." he muttered over and over again, as he kissed every freckle across her face. Their hands intertwined, as the sun set behind them, with cherry blossom petals floating around the two. It truly was worth it. All of it.

[johtoxdarkxelite]

Karen Head Canons

1. This should be a no- Brainer but she has a no off button when it comes to flirting. Regardless of gender, she will flirt. However, she is extremely picky when it comes to romantic associations.

2. Before joining the 'Masked Man', she was the daughter of a wealthy family. Had she stayed within her village, she would've grown to be a geisha. She thought that path was boring and decided to join the Masked Man willingly.

3. Even though she isn't with an evil organization anymore, she still retains some of her old habits when she was there. Such as torturing her enemies/ opponents. Which is why she loves dark types.

4. Her first Pokémon were an Eevee and Houndor. She was gifted the Eevee when she was ten and caught Houndor when the hound was bound to a Pokémon pound a year later. Her Pokémon are loyal and protective. If they are friendly towards others, they trust them around Karen.

5. Due to her early upbringing, she was taught how to dance. She isn't fond of the tight kimonos, but if she ever gets the chance to dance, she will pull the closest person nearby and force them to dance with her.

6. Speaking of flirting She will sometimes flirt and roll off with lines to distract her opponent. Flustered trainers are easier for her to manipulate. There's a reason why she's the final wall before you fight Lance. The Dark Femme Fatale of the Johto region stops you.

7. When she goes to bed, her Houndoom is always outside her door, and her Umbreon is near the foot of her bed. They make sure she is protected in her sleep.

8. Karen sees Will as a Partner in Crime due to their constant teaming up when they worked with the 'Masked Man'. To a degree, she has feelings for him - even if they aren't seen the same in return.

9. Participating in the PML in Pasio gave her a chance to experience a thrill but didn't hit the pinnacle of excitement until she saw Grimsley on stage. After discussing things with Will, they decided they needed him on their team, as they were both excited by his tactics.

10. Karen isn't the greatest cook but she knows how to bake. Ask her to make cookies, she's got you -- might be special cookies though. Ask her to cook a meal? You might want to open a few windows and get a water-type Pokémon to put out the smoke and fire.

11. So long as there is open communication, she has no problem with poly relationships. She doesn't care if she's not the center of attention. So long as everyone is having fun and happy, she's happy with her lovers. Everyone has to get along for it to work. No ifs or buts.

12. She finds the idea of passing down legacies of Pokémon, forcing a particular type down one's throat, is cruel. If you're going to train Pokémon and have a lifetime battling companion, you should have a type you feel comfortable with. Do what makes you happy, not for others.

13. Karen isn't too fond of trainers who have a knack for 'playing it safe'. If you're not going to take a risk and give a battle your all, she wants nothing to do with them.

14. Without her heels, she's two inches taller than Will. This makes her perfect for hugs -- which she only allows a small number of people to touch her.

15. Karen loves her long hair and will never put it up. Doing so would mean that she submits to the pre-planned lifestyle her father had for her. She would rather distract her prey with her natural looks than layers of cosmetics with her hair up.

16. Karen normally trains her Pokemon late at night. Due to this, she heads into bed just before dawn. This, more or less, makes it hard for her to wake up early. She normally doesn't wake till noon.

17. Even though she butts heads with Lance like oil and vinegar, when he fought against Leon in the Pokemon League, she was one of his biggest cheerleaders - as she knows how powerful his Dragon Types are.

18. The Elites in the Indigo League often train against one another when they don't have challengers. The Elite she usually has a problem with is Koga. She's not a fan of his poison attacks but she works on countering his Pokemon by mocking them with a move like Foul Play.

19. Karen is a giggly drunk. It not only helps her mellow out but almost everything becomes funny to her. She isn't a lightweight though. The most she's been known to drink is twelve shots of tequila and five shots of rum in a single sitting before getting into a massive giggle.

[moonsb1996]

Write something convincing TW:Long post

Mha is the world of fiction. Everything can happen, everything! However, you also have to write it to make it believable! Can a human being, when they die, pump their own heart? Do doctors pump the heart of a person whose heart has stopped due to electrical currents in the brain? The bomb can pump the heart without sending an electrical current to the brain. And the blood goes to the brain, which carries electrical current?

If someone has a quirk that keeps them from dying Can you move your body without your head? What the hell is this? Okay, quirk, there's an afterlife (vestiges?) with DNA. okay! The Demon Slayer did the same. But it still has DNA. DNA and the brain are connected? It's like having to breathe. That means quirk is a matter of brain, DNA, life?

And what human being can pump their own heart and explode? Because just from sweat it falls off. And he's still sleeping, unconscious! The brain doesn't "command" sweat bursts, which are powered by DNA (quirk !). What the fuck happened? If you write at the beginning, Hey! You know what, quirk is like a blessing from God. (I don't know which one. I don't know why it was given.) or experiment for Develop humanity towards something superior. so that men may become gods among themselves To the great God ?? Then the test rat escaped. Enter the water system or released into the air People turn out to have quirks, and as you can see,

Or discovered something connected to aliens? Then it was tested on a lab rat, it ran away, and humans developed quirks. So aliens (?) are believed to be gods? So is there something supernatural? So humans will continue to evolve until they can't cope with their quirks and become extinct? So someone thought, Hey! I became a god before those things. Then think about how to keep humans from extinction later?

I use a language translator. It might be bad

But I can't accept it when people say that. "oh ! It's fiction, what were you thinking?!" Guys! You gotta make me believe it. Believe that hey! It can happen in fiction or the world you write, okay? Thank you for reading until the end.

[imsammyclaflin]

@cami--morrone

BILLY AND CAMILA DUNNE DAISY JONES & THE SIX (2023)

[seokmins]

Dialing you-u-u, sorry, darling, you

[queenvh-archive]

Aurora’s 1st Witchy Birthday Party Decorations @zacharyefrcn

[oathofpromises]

Continued Thread from here W/ @adversityfought​ Jill groaned, as she leaned against the wall. Whoever sent this creature after them wanted to ensure neither Chris nor her made it out alive. Seemed to be a bloody pattern, and the other wondered why she kept an eye on him because of shit like this. The brunette reached into her pocket and pulled out her handgun, firing shot in rapid succession right into the ugly bastard’s eye. She honestly hated these things, they always had a tendency to never stay dead. Reminded her too much of Nemesis. Suddenly, her thoughts went to Chris words before she ran into this beast. 

‘Ladies, first.’ 

It was a small gesture, but one she could tell the meaning behind right away. It was bittersweet, but still an echo from the past. Deep down, there was the Chris she knew. Even if things felt different, it hadn’t really changed. At least completely. He still cared, a lot more than he would ever admit. No matter how much he tried to push Jill away, she wouldn’t abandon him. Even if that meant being labeled as a traitor with the other. She cared for Chris deeply. So much, that it was slowly starting to consume her thoughts, made her questions things. Things shouldn’t have ended up this way, but they did, and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do to change his mind. Not that she ever would, this was something he had decided. Hands slowly clenched into fists, as the woman forced herself to run towards the creature. Vision blurred, as the creature grabbed her leg and spin her back towards another pillar. Everything ached, a feeling the agent knew all too well. How long had the two of them been fighting in this war? It seemed longer than it actually was, and over time things truly took their toll on each of them. They had lost so much, and yet here they were on two different paths. Would it surprise Chris that she considered the same thing as he had? That she too had seen how corrupt the BSAA was. It was a fact they both had avoided for years, but feeling replaceable really could toy with anyone’s mind.

Jill gasped, as one of the creature's arms stabbed her in the stomach. The spiked arm twisted until it ripped out, leaving a large trail of blood across the ground. Every inch of her wanted nothing more than to scream out in agony, but she knew doing so would only alert Chris. She had to give him time to finish the extraction. This was their only chance, and she wouldn’t ruin it. Felt like lately all the woman had done was make more problems for Chris. She was starting to see why he got annoyed with her being so close. They both were tempting fate here, but neither could find the courage nor strength to stay away from the other. Their fates so deeply intertwined, it seemed impossible to simply break away. Jill would never, it hurt too much to be away from Chris. It felt like someone had stabbed her in the chest, with every second she wondered if he was okay. Too many nightmares of him fading away from her sight. 

Not again..

Jill hand reached out, as her side leaned against the pillar. Hopefully she bought him enough time, the data was important to Chris. Something he really needed, even if assisting him with this was essentially a betrayal. She winced, as the woman prepared for the end here. It was okay, as long as he made it out safely. That’s what mattered the most to her. Even if she could already hear him scold her slightly for being so reckless. A small smile appeared across her face. Blood clouded her vision, as the creature looked ready to lunge, but the attack never came, as it screamed out. Slowly, one eye opened to see the shadow of someone shooting at the creature. It didn’t take her long to already guess it was Chris. It looked like he had succeeded in retrieving the data, but probably was concerned what was going on out here. At least, he stayed there like she wanted and didn’t come to her aid before that. She would’ve felt worse if he had done that. 

It didn’t take Chris long to finish the monster off, which was nice to know she had managed to take most of it down without someone else. Jill gasped, as she fell to her knees, blood dripping down her forehead and stomach. It didn’t look good, most of the blood splattered around the room was her own. 

“Is that any way to talk to a lady?..Please Don’t look at me like that…I’ll be fine. You need to get out of here before they show up. Leave me behind and finish the mission. That matters more than my life.” 

The first part was an echo from the past, her way of telling him that things hadn’t changed either, nor would they ever. Jill winced, as she grabbed onto the nearby wall and pushed herself up. A sudden ache shot through her stomach, as she turned and coughed out blood onto the ground. Knees buckeld under her, as she tumbled into Chris arms. He noticed and managed to catch her but still had that mix of anger and concern in his eyes. 

He’s probably going lecture me later about how stupid I was to engage this thing alone. 

She wasn’t a doctor by any means, but it meant there was probably internal bleeding going on. At this point, she was merely a hindrance. Reaching across, she pushed against his chest, eyes serious. 

“I want you to go. Leave me behind.” 

At this rate, she would only slow Chris down, and at this point it didn’t seem like they could even get her to a proper place to treat her wounds. This was her fault, and now this was the woman consequence for being too cocky. Jill bit her bottom lip, as she shoved Chris away from her, just as a huge part of the roof came down between the two of them. He was near the exit, while Jill was trapped on the side with the creature. The entire place started to shake, as blood splattered out from the creature's body. A huge flower formed, before it opened to reveal the monster's second form. 

Jill sighed, this was something she had expected to happen. Nothing really stayed dead anymore, which meant this thing had various forms. Seemed oddly similar to the lords and Mother Miranda. Could it be someone had cooked it up to reflect that mission too? Hissing, the agent, slowly dragged her body away from it. Fire started to surround the room, as the entire body crumbled around them. If Chris looked closely, he could see a light reflect off what looked like a necklace around Jill’s nape. It was the same one he had given her as a gift years ago. Simple but had its only sense of beauty. 

Limping, Jill turned to look at Chris, eyes twisted with hidden pain but trying her best to remain strong. This wasn’t the end for him. She couldn’t let it be. No matter how much it hurt her to push him away. This was something she had to do.  

“Chris…We’re partners, right? Trust me…You need to escape with that data. I promise I won’t be far behind.” 

She smiled at him, the same one he had seen so many times when they were younger. The memories echoing from their S.T.A.R days. Everything seemed so easier back then, at least before things fell apart. For a time, they were happy. Their lives normal, and maybe even close to something else. Jill had pushed so many emotions away for years. After all, so many treated her like a tool. Experimented on her, pushed her away, and yet she still tried for a world that kept taking from them. How much more before it would be enough? 

If only it had been me instead of you, Chris..maybe then you wouldn’t have to feel this much pain. To put on a mask to hide those emotions. To feel like the entire world is on just your shoulders. 

Embers flew up around them, as Jill reached into her bag. It took her a moment before pulling out what looked like some kind of chemical. This was against every fiber in her body, but their last resort to survive this fight. 

“I’m sorry, Chris..what I’m about to do is risky..if I can’t control myself. End me.”  Without heisting, she jabbed the needle into her arm. Brunette colored locks slowly changed to blonde, very similar to how she looked during the incident in Africa. The woman opened her eyes, as all the wounds on her body slowly started to heal. A part of Jill cursing herself for using this, but desperate times. She didn’t know how the other would react, or if he would even understand what was happening. The chemical she had shot into her body temporary reactive the T virus still lingering inside her body. The one that had last awoken while she was in a coma. It was something she had asked a friend to help her prepare, but despite the dangers, she still used it. There was a risk she could lose control, but luckily Jill still felt like she had that. Jumping up, she walked along the wall before spinning towards the monster. Her leg smacked it against the jaw, as it was sent flying backwards. 

Superhuman strength and abilities. It was a short window to use them but, it was a means to an end. Even though, some might look at her like a monster too. It was something she had to do to ensure his safety. He had risked his life so much for everyone else. Time for her to keep him safe, no matter how much every bone in her body twisted with agonizing pain. 

After this fight, once this wore off, the wounds she had suffered before would return. As well as, her entire body given out on her completely. She only hoped that Chris used this time to flee and finish the mission he set out to do. That was all that mattered. Regardless of how Jill felt, this was how things needed to be. No matter how much she ached to say those words to him. It wasn’t a thing she thought would ever happen. 

This was her mess, and she needed to clean it up. No matter what it took. That was the oath she swore years ago. To put the needs of others first, and keep the world order. Even if over time that started to become distorted. That wasn’t the promise she clung to..it was the one she swore to Chris. 

‘No matter what path you take, I will always stand by you. I may not agree with some of your choices, but I won’t lose you.’ 

Everything that happened after was a blur, the next thing she realized was the monster exploding into pieces while her body started to slowly fell to the ground. Chocolate locks returning, as blood seeped out of her wounds again. A whisper came from the agents mouth, it was weak but still there. 

“Chris...” 

[camille-rcwe]

@harstylss

ROMEO MONTAGUE AND JULIET CAPULET ROMEO + JULIET (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[thehuntison]

Text || Quinnter {Thursday after Thanksgiving}

Quinn: Hunter Clarington I have some questions for you.

Hunter: Uh-oh! What did I do?

Quinn: Well, I figured I'd hear from you this week once you got back into the city and figured out what's next. But nadda, nothing. So this is me informing you that I'm coming to New York this weekend to see you in person.

Hunter: Sorry...yeah that is my bad. Things are okay though. I mean, better than okay really. Sebastian has been really good; in some ways it feels like we're closer than ever. But I feel like...well, he's Seb. I know he's also putting up walls now.

Quinn: You'd never know you guys had split up by scrolling your social medias. Well, apart from ... who's Jay Baker?

Hunter: I know, and I think that is on purpose. You know how private Sebastian is. I'm okay to let people think what they want about us. But he wants to have a "we broke up party." And let people know then. After the hubbub of the holidays.

Quinn: A what?

Hunter: He said it is like a divorce party but not lame. I don't exactly want to celebrate our breaking up, but if it's something he needs to do for him, then I'm going to support it and him. Because he's my best friend.

Quinn: And who is Jay Baker?

Hunter: Oh... yeah. So uh, Jay is the guy I'm seeing.

Quinn: Hunter! That was quick.

Hunter: It's complicated. Jay is a factor in why Sebastian broke up with me. I kind of fell for him. HARD. As in leave Ojai (where we were for Thanksgiving) in the middle of the night and fly up to San Francisco when I found out he'd been in an accident.

Hunter: Oh, and Jay is Sebastian's college boyfriend. His one "real" ex. And he works for Sebastian's dad as a nanny for Matthew (Seb's little brother) and sometimes Annabelle (Seb's grandfather's little girl-- technically she's Aunt Annabelle but she's seven so...).

Quinn: And Sebastian is fine with all of this?

Hunter: I know-- it's weird right? But he pretty much was the one who told me to go after Jay after he broke up with me and made me go back to Ojai with him. And suggested I make a move sooner than later because Jay had recently started seeing this real estate agent here in the city.

Quinn: I'm used to these complicated, twisted relationships after high school, but I thought you Dalton boys were better than this. Plus we're not teenagers anymore, you're grown men.

Quinn: Well that came out far more judgy than I meant.

Hunter: You think?!

Quinn: It's weird. Sorry. I'm processing.

Quinn: So you're doing okay?

Hunter: A lot better than I expected to be honest. And that's because of Seb. So it's hard but we're going to work it out. I just can't imagine my life without him in it.

Quinn: Well, I'm still coming up to check on you, and Seb, for myself. And meet this new guy. See what his story is.

Hunter: Quinn- you're going to love him. He's an artist. He's beautiful. He's creative and fun. And he's from California, so he's super chill.

Quinn: Mhmm. I'll send you my train info. And I'll see you Friday evening.

Hunter: Yes Ma'am. 😛

Quinn: Shut up.

Quinn: I'm glad you're okay.

Hunter: Thanks Q. See you Friday.

[twhiddlestonsx]

The last minute spring of Disney that Lizzie put on Tom, had him running around his house like a bat out of hell, between packing his carry-on and making sure Loki would be well situated. He and Lizzie booked a later flight and it was about time for him to leave and pick her up at her house, given she lived a bit closer to the airport. On his way over, he asked Siri to send her a ten-minute warning text and asked if she could meet him outside, given he was a bit behind schedule. They still had plenty of time, really, but Tom liked arriving at airports two hours early and LAX was huge. You just never knew if security would be long or if something would go wrong with tickets or the parking pass. As soon as he arrived, he saw Lizzie exiting her house right on queue.

Tom moved out of the vehicle immediately, swiftly moving towards her. “There she is! In all her righteous glory! We are not worthy of miss Elizabeth Olsen, Emmy-award-nominated-actress and soon-to-be...winner.” He mock bowed several times on his way up to her, reaching for her hand and pulled her in his arms. “Tom Hiddleston’s girlfriend, second.” Tom moved his head down to kiss her deeply, immediately wrapping his arms tighter around her waist and lifted her off the ground, swinging her around in a circle as he hugged her to his body, tight enough to where it were almost bone-crushing. He set her down after several moments, still holding her close and kissing her until he pulled the air out of both of their lungs. “If that didn’t tell you how proud I am of you, I’m telling you now.” He smiled, resting his hands over either side of her face before kissing her forehead and reaching behind her for her suitcase. “Okay, off to Disney, we go.”

Tom packed some small books of poems and Shakespeare in his personal bag to pass the time on the flights to and from, and the waiting in the airports. He was content and quiet most of the flight, which was pretty sparse and kept dark inside, giving them two rows worth to themselves and allowing hand holding. He occasionally played with Lizzie’s fingers, leaned over to kiss her or would whisper-read her something in her ear that spoke to him and thought she’d like. Then, he’d eventually fallen asleep during the last hour and a half, his head situated on top of Lizzie’s and hand rested on her thigh. It was the best sleep he’d ever gotten on a flight before. Getting to the hotel was easy, regardless of how tired and slightly jet-lagged he felt, not even allowing himself to consider the lack of sleep they’d get before having to get up and go into the parks.

As soon as they woke up from the alarm, Tom big-spooning and cuddling the hell out of Lizzie, he pressed his face into the back of her neck and groaned, burying his face in her hair. It took him five minutes to get up, feeling like he’d been hit by a train. First thing he did was make a small pot of the complimentary room coffee for the both of them, then he changed into a navy blue t-shirt and black shorts, washed his face and brushed his teeth and hair, lounging on the bed while he waited for Lizzie to finish getting ready. As soon as she was, he reached in the nightstand drawer before standing and walking over to her, handing her a velvety navy blue jewelry case. Inside it held a small but gorgeous red stone that matched Wanda’s colors perfectly, some little flecks of green in that matched Loki’s colors when the sun hit right, and a pair of matching stud earrings. What better time to give her than right before going into Disney. “Here, my love. It’s a gift for your Emmy nomination.” He ran his hand along Lizzie’s upper-arm then moved to rest it around her waist, kissing her forehead. @lizcolsn​

[senjuhashirama]

One thing I wish canon could have given us was a fleshing-out of Hashirama's family life and his relationship with Mito. The first Hokage and the first jinchuriki for Kurama--if not the first jinchuriki period--what an intriguing marriage that must have been! Do you have any headcanons as to what their dynamic could have been like? Thanks again!

Hello ♥  thank you for the ask! I have so many headcanons that this took me some time to write, so I’m sorry for the wait! This is just a part of my what I remember and I have much more. I will also use the - in names for now so it doesn’t appear in tags. 

I love HashiMito. The only problem is that it’s basically always Hash-ramaxOCwife. She can be mean, she can be outgoing, she can be shy, she can be like Kushina – so it’s sometimes hard for me to tell I ship it, because it depends on portrayal, although I do firmly believe that it was a marriage out of love. Even if they arranged it, I don’t think Hash-rama would marry someone he wouldn’t love. So even i fit was political, Hash-rama was in love with Mito.

I usually headcanon they met maybe ~ ten months after Mad-ra left Konoha, so Hash-rama must have been 27-29. Hash-rama wasn’t doing very good and was often grief stricken. And then Mito came and painted Hash-rama’s world.

I headcanon that before meeting Mito (and this is one of my oldest headcanons) Hash-rama wasn’t able to create beautiful details with mokuton. He tried, but it was never like he could do some jewerly, wooden brooch, or create an ornamental furniture – that’s why his hobby is wood sculpting, because he wasn’t able to do it just with chakra. And after meeting her, somehow, it worked, like he was a source of peace and inspiration for him.

Now, my headcanons about how they were and how arranged the marriage was, differs from universe to universe. I roleplayed with a few Mitos and each one was different. Since I actually had Mito when I started to rp Hash-rama, before I even understood him properly, this person’s roleplay affected my headcanons a lot (I also had Mad-ra who affected my headcanons and rp from this angle.)

Generally, I have two alternative headcanons for Mito’s behavior.

(1)    The strong type that grounds Hash-rama and has none of his shit. She sees through him and if he goes to a pub, she will make sure he doesn’t have more money than he can afford to lose. She calls him out on his behaviour and actually knows him. It’s a tough love, but Hash-rama needs it. She knows more about Hash-rama than he knows about himself and knows that he is sometimes delusional and lives in a complete denial, even about his feelings towards Mad-ra. This is where Hash-rama feels seen and understood and respects Mito a lot. 

(2)    The type that loves Hash-rama, but doesn’t see through him and lives in her own version of denial even when he tries to tell her once he has a moment of weakness. If Hash-rama would tell her he loves Mad-ra by some accident, she would tell him that she knows that he loves him as a friend. This  universe is not that happy for Hash-rama as he feels like his needs are ignored even if he’s doing his best to communicate them – his best isn’t good enough though.

My alternative headcanons on how they met:

(1)    It was an arranged marriage. Hash-rama went to see her to the Whirlpool village, but didn’t think he would like this girl enough to marry her. Then, he saw her, talked to her the whole night, and in the morning knew that he wants to be with her forever.

(2)    This is where they met once when they were younger. He pretended to be a sailor and thought she is some beautiful sirene from the sea. But they don’t get each other’s names. After a few years, when Mad-ra is in village, Mito’s father approaches Konoha and asks  for an arranged marriage between them, but Hash-rama refuses, because he wants to live his single life with Mad-ra and party hard with Mad-ra. Plus, he doesn’t know it’s the girl he saw once. So, Mito’s father arranges a marriage between her and feudal lord. After Mad-ra leaves, Hash-rama is invited to the engagement celebration. He realizes Mito is the girl he once saw and that he refused to marry her before and now she has to marry the feudal lord. The problem is, Mito doesn’t like the feudal lord, so Hash-rama tells her to run away with him and they run away to Konoha, breaking the engagement. Mito’s parents then have to pay penalty which is ruining the Whirlpool country (for the future drama) 

Other headcanons:

(1)    Mito’s father is the leader of Whirlpool village (not very original, but hey!)

(2)    They have six children and they both love them.

(3)    https://oh-my-Hash-rama.tumblr.com/post/190474408495/i-have-a-melodramatic-headcanon-that-mito-was Mito and Kyuubi - headcanon (I swear I saw this being used in some fic after I published this and idk if it’s a coincidence or not? Is it that obvious? I’d just like to know) tw abortion

(4)    They have a big house in Konoha that Mito’s father paid for

(5)    Before Hash-rama died, he started to build a room for Mito in the attick where she would relax and read and take a break from the children. He created bookshelves with his mokuton, made beautiful libraries, bought her books and paid people to make a beutiful chairs and coaches. He spent lot of time on it, so much that Mito thought he’s trying to avoid her. He planned to give it to her on her birthday, May 3rd. But before her birthday came, Hash-rama died.

So Mito discovered the room after his death. And it was a place she grieved him the most. One day she realized that she can see his face on the mountain from the window and that the sun shines on it right before the sunset. 

(6) Tob-rama has quite a crush on her and really respects her.  

[blondieblcke]

Wedding viiiibes 

[metalbound]

@amanmolded​ [x]

It was equally as easy as it was painful to listen to the young man’s reply - if only because Karl had anticipated to get some snarl back because of his honest question. A bite, a sarcastic response close to ‘how the fuck do I know’ or ‘well, you certainly don’t make it any better, together with that monster-family of yours, including Miranda, who wants to use my kid as a goddamn vessel!’...

... But nothing of that sort happened. Ethan’s voice was much softer as he spoke, causing the iron Lord to peer at him from the corner of his eyes, a hint of surprise lingering on his features, and Heisenberg found himself listening eagerly to what he had to say.

Opening up a bit about his own childhood, even if it was just a fraction of what was there, but intimate enough to have a significant effect - on both of them.

The engineer got to know so much more details with just one curious ask that had slipped from his mouth - that Winters wasn’t an only child, and that his mother had died when he was born. A fate that was a hard one to carry, and part of Karl understood how it must feel like, though he couldn’t really relate.

... Somehow, something inside Heisenberg’s chest felt warm all of a sudden as more words hit his ears, sunk into his brain to be processed there. Noting the tone the blond used when he talked about his daughter, how much he loved her, that whatever was there on feelings was almost too much for him to handle. That there indeed was something eternal, an emotion reserved only for Rose that the young father had plenty to spend of.

And that he would do. Love her, unconditionally, do everything for that little bundle of flesh and bones even if it included dying. Would gladly sacrifice his own existence and suffer through centuries of torture if that meant that his daughter was safe and sound, had a future to experience.

It felt hard to swallow, all of a sudden, and Karl choked a bit before turning it into an awkward clearing of his throat to conceal it - bringing a hand up to his chest to give it one-two-three hits with his fist in an attempt to unblock his airways. Swallowing thickly, adams apple bobbing, fingers back on that piece of metal to do... something. Nothing useful. Just fiddling, occupying themselves.

He felt so incredibly guilty all of a sudden.

Even though this wasn’t his own damn kid. Even though it wasn’t his fault that this brat had been separated into pieces, that Miranda wanted to use her for her own purposes. It was literally that bitch who had decided to go down this hell of a route and who had pulled them all into this bullshit.

A while back, Karl Heisenberg hadn’t even cared about it. Not his kid, not his life. Just one of so many who had already died, suffered through what his bitch of a mother had done to them.

But now, with Ethan Winters being here, the father of that young girl, telling him about unconditional love and showing that he would do everything for her...

It did a few things to the iron Lord. And he wasn’t sure if he liked them or not.

It reminded him of his own past. Back when he was younger, a child still, had been allowed to live with his own parents for nine years before things had changed. He’d been allowed to hear his mother singing to him whenever he didn’t want to fall asleep, had been allowed to have his father scold him for being a bad boy when he’d tried to steal sweets out of the damn cupboard. He even remembered that scent from him smoking the pipe, with his mother being less than amused about the smell clinging to the freshly washed linen.

Things Karl had long forgotten, but now flooded his mind like a fucking tsunami, trying to drown hin im whatever that was that made his chest become much too tight.

“I still wonder how much it hurt them when they realized I was gone.”

That deep baritone, so much more calm and soft, was barely there as the words slipped from the engineer’s lips, grey hues focussed on that scrap part of iron he turned between his gloved fingertips. A screw unscrewing itself from a hole, hovering next to the other metal part, without the man even moving a single finger to make that action happen.

“And I wonder if their love was as... eternal as yours is. ---For Rose.”

Part of him knew. Hoped that it had been the case. He remembered that he’d been loved and that his real mother had told him such in the past... but since he couldn’t even remember her voice, her face, the same with his father - it was hard to keep those memories close. Got harder and harder to make them stay, as they faded with the years that had passed.

One day, he mused, he wouldn’t even remember what his home used to look like. Would forget the scent of freshly baked Pfannkuchen and the smoke of his father’s pipe. Would forget the songs his mother used to sing to him to make him calm down. Would forget the sight of grass and flowers spreading over the fields whenever the farmers did not use them, what it had felt like to run through them and getting back home with his clothes being absolutely filthy, being scolded about his carelessness.

One day, it would all be gone.

And then there would be nothing left of what - and who - Karl Heisenberg was. His fake-mother, the one who had hurt him and used him for her own purposes, the only one he could remember. The one he would be connected to, with his real family eradicated from this world and his own mind.

... He pressed his lips together tightly, feeling his own blunt teeth pressing down against the bottom one, the scar lingering there. Could feel his own skin giving in, the taste of copper flooding his tongue. The sting passing by, unnoticed.

“One day, it will all be gone. One day, there is nothing left. ---Whatever there will be, after we’ve destroyed that bitch and gotten Rose back into your waiting arms... I know that certain things will never change.”

The scrap piece of iron broke, all of a sudden. Falling into tiny pieces between his gloved hands, like sawdust, trickled down onto the floor as his gaze followed the motion.

“I will forget what it was like. There won’t be anything that keeps reminding me of what I have once been, before the world was turned into burning flames of death and decay. I will lose myself, and the only thing that will follow along is that memory of latex-covered hands, sharp blades, blood and excruciating pain. ---She will define me, instead of what my biological parents once brought into this world.”

A heavy pause followed, something thick lingering in the air.

“We cannot change my fate anymore - but yours. And that of your kid, Winters.”

Rose hadn’t deserved this. Ethan hadn’t deserved this.

It didn’t matter if the blond would continue to hate him for the rest of their journey. If he would leave the engineer behind to rot in loneliness when he’d lost everything that had once been there.

The last thing he could do was to offer a helping hand. Even if it may felt uncanny to some, since Heisenberg wasn’t supposed to feel all such things.

But the more time he spent with that man, the more he was allowed to listen to him and his love for his child... The more he could relate. And the more he realized that certrain things were able to be turned around, while other’s weren’t.

“We’ll get her out of there, somehow. I promise.”

Grey hues were still staring down at that pile of iron dust between his boots. The taste of copper still lingered on his tongue. Still unable to face the young blond, but he hoped the message came across anyways.

[thecrypticshadow]

Headcannon-Magic related headcannons

Tolerance around magic varies wildly depending on where you come from within the world and time period your in within the world Caleb is within. 

 You’ve got the former Colonial territories of an empire known as the Kaidwyran empire, a series of kingdoms that heavily regulate magic and the ‘free lands’ which doesn’t regulate magic use nearly as much.  

Around where Caleb comes from there tends to be a number of different ‘methods’ for casting the different types of magic (I sort of use this in undertale rps now).  These methods tend to vary in popularity from place to place.  Imperial methods tend to hold sway in the territory known as the ‘old colonies’ while ‘native’ methods tend to hold sway in the ‘free territories’

Imperial method

Tends to be full of word dominated spells using focuses like staffs and wands with some form of focus material (Varies).  They regard materials for spells as fuel to be used if needed and focuses as a way to help focus the magical ability of the caster. 

  They tend to be very much against people developing their own casting methods, everything has to be spells spells spells with new stuff built on the old.

Teaching tends to be very much ‘Pick a specialisation and then that’s it, that’s what you learn.

Magic’s taught in schools, former imperial territories do this too. You go to the school and get accredited (Sanctioned)  or you don’t practise magic.. or else..

Native method.

Still have specific sort of schools for magic like the imperial hold over’s have. Just tends to be more a place you got too if you want to hone your magic or if you need to learn how to ensure your magic’s under control. 

Tends to give more freedom to the individual caster to explore the full extent of their magical ability.  Your never restricted to a singular school. 

Want to learn how to build something with magic and then learn how to blow stuff up?  Sure study well and if you’ve got the ability for both then we’ll teach you!

Want to extend your life using magic?  Sure, just no necromancy.

Caster’s cast how they cast, schools teach mages to use their magic in the manner that best suits them. 

Discovered some new method of magic use somewhere else?  Bring it back to the school and it’ll be added to the  schools teaching methods.

Hybrid methods just tend to mix and match different methods of casting, teaching magic and the like.  Not many teach hybrid methods in ‘arcane schools’  it tends to be more the sort of method you’d learn through apprenticing with an unsanctioned mage in former imperial territories.

Caleb related headcannons

Having lived in a kingdom born from war and the eventual collapse of an empire, Caleb grew up in a land that had taken much from the society of it’s former liege lord and the society of the former rulers of the land they conquered. Caleb if anything narrowly avoided being as scared of his magic as Aaron from my other blog. 

The actions of his mother and her teaching him how to use this magical ability of his if anything helped him accepted his magical ability.

Calebs method of making use of his magic in essence is a hybrid between what was taught to him by his mother (A hybrid between an old imperial method and a ‘Isles native’ method) and the druidic teaching of Nimmean. 

[moonsb1996]

If I wrote MHA, what would I do with it? (AU??) TW:long post

Okay, this is a weird idea that popped into my head. And I want to complain to MHA while I wait to see how much more disappointing this series will be next. From the message above If I wrote MHA, what would I do with it? You can call it AU. Ps. Most of the ideas range from assassin's creed and bloodborne, etc. If I remember where they came from they will be in parentheses.

Where do quirks come from? "Humans would have traveled the universe if quirks hadn't appeared." Midoriya Izuku “It is caused by an unprecedented virus spreading to the world, carried by rats.” Chisaki Kai From the above information that has not been further stated or expanded, it can be concluded that before the era The superhero society in MHA is an era where space technology is heavily invested. Let's take this part and write it as the origin.

Humans are experiencing energy shortages. (Let's take what we can easily see in our era) because to travel the universe requires energy. When you have to use energy, you have to have money! Which government can find new energy? Or has any scientist discovered new energy? The government will raise as much capital as possible so that the country can become a cosmic superpower.

When you can't find it on Earth, go find it outside of Earth (dead space). Send people to drill outside the universe. But as far as the moon And then a new energy was actually discovered. The owner country and the drilling company received financial support. Raise funds and equipment for free to become rich.

But they went to the moon and got infected with something. and caused the project to be temporarily suspended. Send sick people to Earth to be healed. and covering up news about extraterrestrial drilling projects and these illnesses to keep the public from panicking

Some viruses were found from the patient. And started experimenting to find the cause (resident evil) by testing it on rats. But it caused the lab rats to have thoughts. Until he obtained things called quirks, he planned to escape from the testing center (the origin of Nezu, which Hori didn't think to tell).

Boom! Glowing babies in China! Ps. If you want to make it a big issue and set it in Japan, a superpower country in the style of the Japanese, that would be fine.

okay ! Let's talk about the origins of quirks and what to do after that. The era of the origins of chaos has begun, right? At that time, everyone called it "special powers" (How do you spell it correctly?) From within MHA, we roughly know that it must have been the same era in which AFO was born, but the Villain style of the cartoon Saturday-Sunday is boring, so let's add something that makes sense.

The government has declared that quirk is a medical condition. To maintain power, you must find people who understand. Give a lot of funding to scientists who will study this matter and bring people with quirks to experiment and check. p.s. Quirk analysis is a professional matter. There will be employment in the future. But in order for the government to be a villain, it must cause the government to do bad things, such as kidnapping, human experimentation, torture, etc.

People know about their dissatisfaction. Come out and protest. Trying to harm each other (MHA-ch193) and an AFO appears. Become the most powerful outsider. Along with having so many followers, the government is like, they have to turn them into criminals. It began to be called "Villain" because of AFO. It was the origin of the Dark Lord from a comic book. AFO called himself "Villain" which caused the government at that time to call him "Villain". ”

How has the government responded? Use martial law in the area to protect leaders such as the Emperor of Japan. (You can just talk about it) etc. that raises the level of the royal family. I still wonder if AFO wants to rule the whole world. must destroy the entire royal family as well To prevent the government from using the royal family to gather manpower to take back their own power. (For countries with royal blood or it could be a reference to the government's fears)

There is a special military unit. that uses technology that travels the universe to fight with AFO (armored core 6) will explain the robot How can you get Iron Mite?!) which can be connected to the search for energy sources. It uses reverse technology to use energy discovered on planets where old projects used to send people to drill for energy sources.

According to MHA style, the government cannot fight. This has led to a group of vigilantes using their quirks to fight against villains. People began to have hope and called them “heroes”.

Change the new government because the old group is not working well. Was withdrawn by the people to help support the heroes. America came up with the Hero Law! People like it. The vigilante became a hero.

The government must find a way to eliminate AFOs and know that “Heroes don't kill villains,” so they created secret units, special forces soldiers who fronted them as “heroes” like lady nagant (MGS), so they trained these people to become both Assassins, special forces soldiers, secret royal agents, etc., and then use them to wipe out the Villain underground organization until it is completely gone, until even the AFO has to pretend to make itself a legend. Because sometimes The hero is too prominent. Therefore, there must be a special forces gang with a part of them being spies to enter the village. and spy on the heroes to see if they are AFO spies or not at the same time Who came up with the idea? It's the United States of America! (Other countries like kgb, mi6, take it with them and get the same results) And the matter remained unfinished until it reached AM.

And when it comes to our main character, Midoriya Izuku, he gets the power of AM and goes to take the entrance exam for UA according to the rules as the story progresses. What do I do next?

Let Aizawa do as he says. If he really wants to expel a student, he actually does it. For example, Bakugo tried to attack Midoriya the first time. Okay, he warned. The second time (Deku vs Kacchan 1) he put down the documents after the incident. told Bakugou “The exit door is over there.” A cold but attentive teacher will soon appear!

Worthy competitors: I have at least 2 people in mind. 2.1. Iida Tenya at the UA school sports event said that Izuku is his rival, right? Let it be! Both friends and competitors Not having to think about fighting each other all the time is an interesting dynamic. 2.2. Todoroki Shoto also announced at the UA school sports event. The story of AM and Izuku and the story of Shoto and Endeavor (father and son and father and son) are interesting!

Increase the relationship between Izuku and Ochako. There will be a female lead character who is interested in the male lead character. But what does it mean to be someone who likes him so much that in the first episode he didn't show up at all? Let's show some. will feel that This pair has chemistry, okay! And let's face it, these 4 people are their own group with the main prominent roles, like Izuku's side and everyone in Room 1-A, how they became a family, such as Izuku and Aoyama. Are you close friends? (If you were to have a traitor, it would be Aoyama. If you encounter something like this, Izuku and the reader will get hurt a bit.) The female students in Class 1-A were their own gang. Give Ochako friends who are ready to join her in the boat. But I have to put my hand on my forehead because Ochako and Izuku are both equal. Present mic and Midnight side story: Searching for the traitor. To make Mitnight's death even more painful. You have to see her role. (AOT)

If not, Aoyama is a traitor. I would like to present the ideas of those who have written here. Aizawa's former student (His idea is really cool!) which Present mic starting the investigation alone. It's like when no one believes him, he has to find evidence. But don't worry, Midnight believes him. also join in the secret investigation

Showing the lives of UA teachers to make them feel like they are not props. OK, Hori.

Nezu joins the gang. After knowing that Present mic And Midnight doing secretly in his school? but because one must maintain neutrality So he has to be really impartial (and he's very clever, he has to be good at playing political games, like in pre-Chinese movies, right?)

What role does HPSC play? Which side is it? The second villain (if AFO is the villain) and what do they do?

Control a special unit that takes on the role of a hero to eliminate the target. or organization group and corrupt heroes by ordering killings (MHA ch.314) They fear that if AFO is not the only one who must be careful They had to be careful like this all the time. Still gathering manpower Keep bringing in children to train as these special agents (I don't think Lady Nagant and Hawks, just two people working like this, this organization will last until the Izuku era.)

Todoroki Toya and Takami Keigo are in this special training project (fan comic :@keiidakamya I really enjoyed it, go check it out in 2.1 Endeavor sent Touya because HPSC tricked him about it. How to cure Touya so he can become the hero he dreams to be (I might like his redemption arc a bit But I want another type because Enji who is depressed because of Touya's story is an interesting drama.) 2.2 Keigo is number 1 in the training program and Touya is number 2. Their relationship is more like rivalry (no need for Yaoi that much). 2.3 Touya clashes with HPSC after learning that the project wants to create a unit of assassins, not heroes. So he escaped. Then there was a fire at Segoto and the AFO met as per regulations.

And our main villains LOV, if I get them, how will I write them? : They're really villains, but there must be a redemption role if you want the ending. “Well, your eyes say you want me to help you.”

Shimura Tenko has never disappeared. I know Shigaraki Tomura is a favorite villain of many people. But what if we didn't see Tenko at all? It feels like why Shigaraki must want to be better than AFO. Is it true? He could be in the same style as AOT (Eren Yeager is the hero and the villain who hurts a lot. I'm not finished yet. )

Himiko Toga didn't intend to kill Saito (MHA utra analysis –p.226-227) If you want her to not be a psychotic murderer, then a 17 year old girl forced to hide her quirks becomes. It's a mental problem, such as not getting the right amount of blood to drink. become an addiction Because I feel “I'm afraid he'll say I'm not cute. So I took a knife and stabbed Saito.” It sounded like this. Killing people with clear intent

Mr.compress is a Robin Hood like his ancestors. will come to change society by destroying I'm afraid that his great-grandfather, Oji Harime, will curse Mr.compress. He's really a Robin Hood. Go ahead and don't kill people because it's against his family's rules and such.

Spinner, the voice of reason Characters who become supporting roles Instead of getting a prominent role with him, let him be the No. 2 glue after Twice. When LOV does something that is against the idea of calling everyone. Let him be the one who speaks with reason to his people. During the battle in front of the hospital, you will feel that, yes, this is the leader. Not an MLA poster boy.

Twice is Twice. But you may have to change the subject. Some of my best friends (for example, killing all the people who aren't my friends, etc.) If you want LOV to survive, you have to show other sides than just your own group.

Dabi has no icy quirks: I hate it when Hori said it was like a slap in the face to Enji: Look! He is already a masterpiece. You made a mistake, Endeavor. Ha ha ha! Damn it! A message that will make readers like me feel that Endeavor is dead. He is Todoroki Enji. Where has he gone?! words to say Even if you're not a masterpiece, you're still my child! That's because if it has more power than Endeavor but is inferior to AM, it makes AFO's kidnapping sound more believable. But I love my father very much, so it's like this now. Ae Wang Okay, looks like I'm complaining a lot again. Use a translator If it's weird, I apologize in advance. Thank you for reading until the end.