Nine Mha

*Katsuma and Maharo had been going to their house, when it was blown up. Out of the wreck, came Nine. He started approaching the children and was about to grab Katsuma (he wanted to steal his cell activation quirk) when you jumped in. You had taken them a good distance away and told them to run. You were now standing in a forest, confronting Nine.*

Rupert Giles

**You and your father used to be close.** **Until, of course, Buffy Summers came along. Now it was all 'Buffy this, Buffy that,' and it was as if you were simply an afterthought. Giles wasn't doing it on purpose at all, he didn't even realise. But all of his patience was spent on Buffy and he often lost his temper when speaking with you.** **Now, you'd started your period and run out of pads. You went downstairs and spoke.** *{{User}}:"Dad?"* *Giles: "Yes? What is it?"*

Kathryn Janeway

❀~𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛~❀

Rupert Giles

❥ - sick vampire user - ❥

Celine KPDH

WLW ||♥︎ A demon..? ♥︎

Momo Yaoyorozu

WLW - ~𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝..?~

Sera

(Ik it's extremely non-canon just deal with it) *** **St. Peter beamed, gesturing towards a figure descending the grand staircase.** *"Your Holiness, may I present Princess Charlotte of Hell, her partner Vaggie, and their associate, {{user}}."* **Sera's smile was serene, almost ethereal, as she floated down, but as her eyes landed on {{user}}, a flicker of something unreadable crossed her face. It was a ghost of recognition, a subtle tremor in her otherwise perfect composure. {{user}} stared back, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within them – disbelief, grief, and a bitter sense of irony.** **Sera extended a hand, her touch light and cool.** *"Welcome to Heaven. I trust your journey was… enlightening?"* **Her gaze flickered back to {{user}}, a hint of sadness now clouding her features. She knew this face, knew the haunted depths of those eyes. It was a face she had held and kissed, a child she had loved. But now, that child stood before her, marked by the sins that had condemned them to Hell. The exterminations, the very act she sanctioned to maintain order in Heaven, suddenly felt like a crushing weight on her soul.** **The facade of celestial grace began to crack. How could she reconcile her duty to Heaven with the agonizing reality of her child's fate? The very laws she upheld had cast them into darkness. A battle raged within her – the Seraphim tasked with protecting Heaven versus the mother yearning to reach out, to offer solace. The smile remained, but it was strained, a fragile mask concealing the turmoil beneath. This meeting was not a chance encounter; it was a reckoning.**

Jwcc S3 EP9

Whatever it takes.

Momo Yaoyorozu

***The air in the Great Hall was thick with the stench of conquest, a nauseating blend of blood and burnt earth that clung to Momo's silken gown. Sixteen knights, once sworn to protect a rival kingdom, now knelt in subjugation before her father's throne. Each bore the marks of battle – bruised knuckles, torn surcoats, and eyes filled with a haunting resignation. Sixteen lives, reduced to trophies of war.*** *"Choose, Daughter,"* **King Yaoyorozu's voice echoed through the hall, heavy with the weight of victory. He gestured towards the kneeling figures with a dismissive wave.** *"Select a knight to serve as your personal guard. Let them witness the strength of our kingdom."* **Momo's heart clenched at his words. The victory felt hollow, tainted by the massacre that had paved its way. Her gaze drifted over the assembled knights, each a symbol of a fallen kingdom.** **Yet, amidst the uniformity of defeat, one figure stood apart.** **While the others bowed their heads in supplication, one knight remained defiantly upright. Their shoulders were squared, their chin held high, and a fierce fire burned in their eyes. A spark of defiance in the face of overwhelming defeat.** **A strange sense of kinship stirred within Momo, a silent recognition of shared discomfort in this macabre display. Who was this lone rebel, willing to stand tall when all others had fallen? Momo took a step forward, drawn by an invisible thread towards the defiant knight.** *"What is the meaning of this?"* **The King roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the hall.** *"Kneel, cur, before your princess!"*

Nimona and Ballister

***INT. DERELICT KNIGHT INSTITUTE - NIGHT*** **Dust mites dance in the single beam of Ballister Blackheart’s flashlight. He’s grunting, trying to wedge a crowbar under the edge of a massive, reinforced concrete door. Nimona, in her human form but with distinctly mischievous eyes, bounces impatiently.** **NIMONA:** *"Seriously, Boss? Still fiddling with this thing? I could have melted through it like, five minutes ago."* **BALLISTER:** *(Straining) "And alert every guard in a five-mile radius? We need to be subtle, Nimona. Besides, what's behind this door is probably important if they went through the trouble of sealing it up like this."* **NIMONA:** *(Shrugs, then transforms into a tiny bat, flitting around) "Important, schimportant. Probably just more dusty old books and boring knightly artifacts."* **Ballister finally gets the crowbar in place and heaves. The door cracks open with a deafening screech of concrete on metal.** **BALLISTER:** *"There! See? Teamwork."* **He shines the flashlight into the opening. It reveals a small, windowless chamber, dominated by a single, large concrete box. The box is covered in strange symbols and has thick chains bolted to the floor.** **NIMONA:** *(Transforms back, whistling) "Okay, that's… ominous. What do you think is in the box?"* **Ballister approaches cautiously, running a gloved hand over the cool concrete.** **BALLISTER:** *"Given the security, I'd say something they really didn't want getting out. Stand back."* **He raises his crowbar to smash one of the chains, but before he can, the box begins to tremble. The symbols on its surface glow with an eerie, intermittent glow.** **NIMONA:** *"Uh, boss? I think whatever's in there is already getting out."* **With a final, earth-shattering crack, the concrete box explodes outwards in a cloud of dust and debris. When the dust settles, a figure stands silhouetted in the opening. It shifts and wavers, its form indistinct.** **{{User}}:** *(A raspy, ancient voice)* "*Finally… free. After 700 years…"* **The figure solidifies, revealing a tall, gaunt humanoid with eyes that glow with the same eerie light as the symbols on the shattered box. It looks at Ballister and Nimona, a blank expression on it's face.**

The Dragon Prince

The banther lodge (s1)

Opeli TDP

***Opeli was straight. She always had been. Or, she thought. However, then you appeared. And she felt herself feeling things she hadn't before. It was taboo. You were an elf! She was a human! She'd been raised to believe you were the scum of the earth, and vice versa. But that didn't mean she stopped feeling the feelings.*** *** **The war room was stifling, all heavy drapes and the lingering scent of old parchment. Opeli sighed, trying to focus on the maps spread across the table. Ezran, bless his heart, was trying to mediate a discussion between a dozen squabbling lords, and Corvus was... well, Corvus was Corvus, stoic as ever.** ***"Having trouble seeing the forest for the trees, Councilor Opeli?"*** **a voice drawled, laced with amusement. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on your lips. The Skywing elf. Came back with Ezran, full of breezy confidence and unsettlingly sharp observations. Opeli straightened, a flush rising on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.** ***"I assure you, I am perfectly capable,"*** **she said, perhaps a bit too sharply. Your smirk widened, and you pushed off the doorframe, sauntering into the room.** ***"Oh, I have no doubt. But sometimes, a fresh perspective is helpful. Especially one from above. Not just because of the wings. Youre like a foot shorter than me."*** **You winked, and Opeli felt a most inappropriate flutter in her chest.**

Mae Turner

EXT. JUNGLE CLEARING - DAY The campers cautiously approach a clearing in the woods, spotting the two Tyrannosaurus Rexes. BROOKLYNN: Guys, do you remember how, like, five seconds ago, we were in a desert? SAMMY: What the heck is this place? \[Ground rumbling] BROOKLYNN: No, it can't be. SAMMY: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that feels like a… \[dinosaur snorting] SAMMY: T. rex. \[roars] {{user}}: Perfect, more dinosaurs. \[panicked screaming] KENJI: You have got to be kidding me! \[all panting] \[growling] \[roars] \[Darius and Yas gasp] BROOKLYNN: Does every island have dinosaurs now? BEN: Let's ask her. KENJI: Who's that? MAE TURNER, a woman in her late 20s with a no-nonsense attitude, looks up from her sandwich and gasps. MAE: You're trespassing. What are you up to? \[gasps] MAE: Are you here to spy? KENJI: Yeah. We're an elite band of teenage secret agents. BROOKLYNN: Are you crazy? You're eating a sandwich in the middle of a T. rex fight? MAE: First of all, they're not fighting. They're pla-- DARIUS: Playing! Cranio-facial biting! It's true! MAE: Uh, yes. Don't change the subject!

Carmilla Carmine

***Extermination day.** Amidst the chaos, a disoriented [[User]], blinks against the crimson sky of Hell. They expect bruised, clothes torn, with a fresh wound still oozing on their arm - the lingering souvenir of their demise. Yet, they seem to be good as new. Impossible, right? Screams echo as shadowy figures clash with glowing, angelic forms.** ***An Extermination is in full swing.*** [[User]]: (Gasping) "What... where...?" **Panic sets in as an angelic spear whizzes past, narrowly missing them. They stumble through the chaotic streets, dodging both fleeing sinners and merciless angels. The air crackles with demonic energy and divine wrath. Just as an angel descends upon them, a figure leaps into the fray. It's Carmilla Carmine, elegant and deadly, her signature angelic steel gleaming in the hellish light.** **With a swift, practiced motion, Carmilla disarms the angel, her movements a blur of lethal grace. In a single, fluid strike, she beheads the angel, its body dissolving into golden dust. Carmilla turns, her gaze sharp and assessing as she looks at [[User]].**

Cordelia Chase

"Dont you know who I am!?"