#the-proxy-named-paradox

[headmate-ideas]

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✦ Name(s): Viztriel, Evorek, Janus ✦ Pronouns: it/its, they/them, x/xs/xself, ey/em/eir/eirs/emself, ae/aer/aers/aerself, ix/ixs/ixself, wing/wings/wingself ✦ Species: fallen angel ✦ Age: ageless adult ✦ Role(s): NPD holder, confidence holder, manager, identity holder, socializer, performer ✦ Symptoms experienced: grandiosity, mood swings, low empathy, attention seeking, fantasizing about power ✦ Labels: ambonec, gaybian, lesboy, turigirl, othellic, baph, proxangi, kenolux ✦ Xenos: paradoxes, wings, shadows ✦ Likes: demonology, karaoke, 20th century literature ✦ Dislikes: media it deems low-brow or trashy ✦ Music taste: glam metal, darkwave, pop punk ✦ Aesthetic(s): visual kei, emo, devilcore ✦ Objectum attraction(s): buildings ✦ Kins: panthers, tiger sharks, void ✦ Emoji proxy: 🪽🦈 ✦ Details:

Viztriel is a fallen angel with NPD, particularly with grandiosity and mood swings where it goes between being convinced it's the greatest and being convinced everyone secretly hates it. Its appearance is very important to it, and it enjoys and presents with dark visual kei aesthetics. Viztriel is confident, outgoing, and organized, and they can be trusted with any tasks and responsibilities the system may have. They identify as a man and a woman simultaneously, while also not really being either at once. This includes simultaneously being a lesbian and a gay man. They also identify with terms that have to do with duality and contradiction.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[eridude]

Pretty please can u go more in depth ab ur "blue opaque" au? I'm going ferral it's just so awesome and I need more jsjsjdmsnf

aaa thank you!! i don't have a ton of details planned out for it yet but the jist is pretty similar to the movie. john/june would take the place of owen/isabel, and vriska would take the place of maddy/tara.

the show, Blue Opaque, would have a much different vibe then the original- i imagine it would be a lot more cosmic to go along with the general atmosphere of Homestuck. More sci-fi horror as opposed to urban fantasy horror. more star trek then buffy the vampire slayer. vriska in the show would use her mind powers to communicate with june and they would help fight the evils of paradox space together!!

once they get sent to the midnight realm(or whatever this version of that would be called) june would become john- and vriska would be put in the body of a human (veronica's the proxy name i gave her but i am wayyy open to suggestions if anyone has any other ideas) i imagine this would be especially strenuous.

doc scratch is mr. melancholy- i think he already fits that role exceedingly well, lol.

[deertism]

🐺💻 — SILVERWOLF THEMED NAMES!

ⓘ = names / prns / titles that the computer himself uses that you may also use !

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[couldtheybekira]

That's fair. While I thought that having people work out whether the authorities could figure out that a non-sentient blog was kira would have been interesting, I do understand why you wouldn't want to put it on the blog, and I'm sorry I asked for it.

It’s an interesting idea but here’s the thing - the death note already is a non-sentient object. It is not good, it is not bad, it simply exists and it is the actions of its owner that determine its worth. A non-sentient object using a non-sentient object to indiscriminately kill for no reason whatsoever actually isn’t that interesting, and even though we have determined this blog would exist in the Death Note universe, you’re in an informational paradox because it wouldn’t unless there was a Kira first, and even that aside, once people realized this blog was the epicenter of the deaths, people would start submitting the names and faces of people they didn’t like and then our Kira would just be a proxy and we’d be back to it being humans, again.

[crazy56u]

Okay, it’s NASCAR time!

And we start immediately behind the wheel, no recap, just go.

Ben, if you don’t floor it, the episode ends early. Gas it.

And the verdict is… Ben barely almost fucked up the episode from the jump.

Ben, you are doing splendidly at maintaining kayfabe today.[/sarcasm]

“Dad, I think Junior’s lost it.”

And that’s the rub: Ben gets another stab at preventing a heart attack.

“No breaks and no doctors. It’s like he wants a heart attack.”

“Hey, I said I’m good, leave ambulances out of this!”

“Look, either I race today, or I die on the spot, I die either way, but at least I die doing something I love!”

“Son, I know I can be a bitch, but doing that helps me ignore my health problems.”

Oh. Goody. Gideon found out how to make the Imaging Chamber work.

Gideon, stop giving Ben shit, he’s better at this than you.

“Who the Hell are you?” He’s a dick, Ben.

…

…

I fucking called it.

Good fucking job, Ben, by having a subplot with Hannah, you fucking caused the antagonist.

Gideon, Ben fucking saved your mom and tried to save your dad, get your head out of your ass.

GIDEON THAT IS NOT HOW THE FUCKING BUTTERFLY EFFECT WORKS YOU DIPSHIT

“Ben, by meeting my mom, you killed my dad, that is how that works, I am a smart man!”

…oh. Ben caused a divorce.

Okay, I still say Gideon is being an idiot here, but I also am on his side somewhat; Ben, you should’ve picked a different date to mail that…

Wow, Ben really did fuck up royal…

This is just the Evil Leaper Project on steroids.

I love how you asked that as if Gideon doesn’t want Ben dead on the spot…

Well, luckily Addison, you have enough wiggle room to fix this.

“Hey, bitches, you all thought I was gone from the show!”

This is now a fucking proxy war.

Ian ran to that computer like a kid running to Toys R Us.

Beth is 100% on board with this shit, I love it.

And now everyone gets to learn about “Mirror Image”, aka “What if Ben didn’t fuck up trying to save Josh”.

And cut to Ben trying to fix this from his end with a payphone.

And Jeffery is even more mad at you, Ben. Why did you call Collect…

“Addison, what the heck-“ “Quick recap, we remembered Janis existed, she set up Bootleg Quantum Leap.” “Okay, cool, Gideon is Jeffery, and I accidentally ruined his life helping Hannah.”

I still can’t get over the fact that Hannah indirectly caused this.

Jenn is gonna use an RC car to Jailbreak the Project.

Oh God, I missed those sounds…

Okay, so God just wanted this to happen then…

That’s the rub: Ben has between 20 to 42 minutes to save the future.

And so Ben steals a race car.

And fucking “Highway Star”.

Ben, causing more car accidents will not help you right now…

“You mean is Ben gonna have to strangle Baby Hitler?” I want that framed on my wall.

“Ziggy says we have to ruin a young child’s hopes and dreams, this will be fucking easy!”

And they forgot Gideon still had access to the cameras.

And Janis points out the elephant in the room: That goddamn chip.

If Ben smashes that computer, it’s a coin flip whether or not a Marty McFly happens.

And while Team A discusses paradoxes, Gideon is about to fuck over the leap.

And Jenn breaks the elevator.

And there’s Tom’s last contribution to the show, ladies and germs.

“SIR, STUART LITTLE IS ATTACKING US!”

And as Ben is burning through gas during a gas crisis, Jenn is fighting against the clock.

Okay, luckily this is a time travel show, so Jenn won’t be dead for long.

…okay, so now we have another notch in the “Ruin a child’s life” column.

“Ben Song did this.” DUDE YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ORDERED THEM TO FIRE

Addison, Jenn just died, maybe don’t do this now?

He had just enough gas to get close enough to the house. Symbolic.

“He named the computer gaffer his father.” Okay, so is Ben willing to literally kill his dad?

“You think an apology changes anything?” The alternative is Ben using that hammer, Jeffery, and there’s two things he can use that on…

“Look, Jeffery, if it makes you feel better, I ruined my life too.”

Ah, so time is the real antagonist.

I just realized this is technically now A Christmas Carol. Jeffery is past, Gideon is Present, Ben is Yet To Come.

“You want me to help you?” “Well, according to you, you would be better at this than me, so, how about a crash course?”

And Jeffery decides to steal Hannah’s car.

And Ben decides to invent the defibrillator.

“He failed.” “How can you be sure?” “Because we’re still here!” Gideon, the butterfly effect isn’t instant. Ben has to hit 100%.

“Time to meet my destiny.” Yeah, and it’s called getting Marty McFlyed.

And cut to Rick stroking out.

[I love how their solution to “How do we do a NASCAR episode but not have it involve a lot of car racing?” was time travel proxy war meets A Christmas Carol.]

And the noose is tightening…

Ben, any second now!

“Look, don’t ask what I’m doing, I have to save my dad!”

And it’s shaping up to be a buzzer beater…

Okay, Rick is saved, 1 for 2…

“Okay, Jeffery, did this fix things for you?” “…I mean, I guess?”

And there’s that butterfly effect, dickhead!

And the timeline is fixed! Yay!

…and Addison is the only one who remembers Jenn died, oh dear.

And Addison decides to go into the Accelerator anyway.

And Hannah still hasn’t fucking aged.

“Hey, sorry my letter fucked over your family.”

“Ben, your letter gave us more time with him. Granted, yes, he stormed out after finding it, and got in his car-“

And here we have another example of why NBC needs to renew this show.

“Look, Ben sacrificed his life to stop me from leaping, and so say that shouldn’t have happened.”

Ben, I have a hunch that code won’t work, even if NBC is being dicks about renewing the show.

“Home isn’t a place. It’s a person.” …calling it, Ben isn’t going home; Addison’s joining him.

And survey says…

YEP

There’s your third season pitch! Reusing the plan for OG Season 6!

And so Ben and Addison have to deal with another explosion.

NBC needs to fucking renew this show, dead serious.

[cleliacleliadatura]

[one hour and 15 minutes]

Everything you cherish could be destroyed in one hour and fifteen minutes before 8 a.m.

“Tora, Tora, Tora.”

The code message captain mitsuo fuchida sent to the Japanese imperial fleet after flying Oahu to indicate the Americans had been caught by surprise.

The following ballad is dedicated to all those who lost their lives during Pearl Harbor’s Attacks on December 7, 1941 at Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, Territory of Hawaii.

Pearl Harbor: The Grim Reaper’s Delight

By Clelia Jane Sheppard

The thing about Death no one seems to understand is the divine integrity of each last breath for which God has a final plan.

A plan to redeem the crust of sin, a plan to save, perhaps spare, your next of kin from a fate far worse than death itself.

Should you choose to believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that one’s final repose is nothing more than a pose, not a vat of mere emptiness; a vault of vacuous vastness-an icy ode to an unknown esoteric embrace, messages from outer space.

A stolen glimpse do I share with the Reaper and God, a funny pair. Oh yes, I have had the unprecedented privilege to bear witness to several instances in time of which I promised to never udder, lest you shudder and shiver in your sleep at utterance of my very name.

I hereby mildly confirm, with eggshell temerity, the veracity of the futility for missing what your heart does burn for, a yearn for a return of the ones you’ve lost.

Deep down, we were born from it and will die of it, the truth of life is merely a temporal paradox in the simulation of space and time, a portal from within we must carefully choose to accept or give in.

…To become the bearer of strange fruit and divvy up the tithe of our ticket to ride, do you dare take this truth to be self evident in stride, or will the fat fit fate win of your selfish soul’s pride?

The question of all questions, what will you do with this flame passed down to you, you do not stand a candle to the tame din, yet you remain a glow with reasons most do not know, hidden in plain sight. Every life has a season, every death a passing reason.

Do you toss this gift, this painful razor blade of need to breathe fresh air, aside or grasp it firmly until it’s edges in your palm no longer bleed. Til they are worn from labor, thin from want, and bursting with unknowable happiness, much to an envious neighbor’s feigned chagrin.

Ah yes, God works in mysterious ways. So does his helper, Grim. The Reaper.

God is never what you think, and never will be what you can think, because God gave you the thought to think that you could possibly not think a thought.

You will ne’er know as long as you need air to breathe, for that would ruin the purpose; the mystery of life, and by proxy, the mystery of death.

God is everywhere and nowhere all at once. He is everything and nothing, he is the flood of the nile, the footprint of a Moose in a deserted tundra.

God is the raging wind and the timid breeze that lures the moth to the flame. God is the darkness that channels your heart and silenced soul to the brightness of light, God is the channel that trains you to control the magnitude of the inside burn.

God will spurn you, spare you, save you, shred you, shirk you, soul you…until you are wholly you and absolutely nobody in one second from another in a never-ending loop.

God is the negative balance in your account that reminds you to remember the unjust cruelty of those who govern this world under false pretense and power at the expense of those vulnerable to weakness of will.

God is the voice whispering in your ear “…this isn’t right, and I will do something about it …” when you see the brunt of magnate power burn the bellies of unfed children over and over again in ruthless world games.

God is the face of a thousand explosive galaxies spiraling within that gives you the strength to step into your own power, God is the relentless resolve to destroy any and all purveyors of the existing establishments who do not yield to the goodness of love.

God is the humble breath of spirit lifting you up time after time when you are weary from the battle. God is the soldier in an army of one, and the General, too. That which you seek to destroy, he destroys too, if your intentions are for the greater good of justness.

God is there for you when you seek to stop those who disrupt the natural order of life, even if it happens to be you. Be it media, be it monies, be it market, be in mourning, be it medicine, be it marvels, be it mayday, be it marbles.

Give it all you’ve got says God to the faithful believer, give it all you’ve got and then some. Be ruthless in your pursuit of Truth, spare no one who betrays you.

Forgive but never forget, let your silence be the respuesta to the requiem of your ravishing rose, from the tip of your sorcerer’s mind to the icy tingling of your toes.

Everybody worth a damn already knows who’s really on the side of good, because they are the ones to never truly abide by the shifting of a red & evil tide.

Stand up, be aware, look out, all that troubles you now will pale in comparison to what is coming should you not awaken and unite.

Fools.

All of you.

Yes, even you.

Be it sickness within, rooted in lascivious beguilements of berated and bewildered brains of empty heartless brutes who think they know better than anyone, especially the likes of you. These thoughtless men and women, and all in between, would rather watch you starve than truly intervene. These thoughtless humans would rather stare into a black mirror to watch hours of a “show” than dare think of ways to remediate the wrongdoings of ancient days and battles they’ve never seen.

One day this careless and lackadaisical attitudes will be the bearer of unpleasant and irretrievable changes to your Freedoms, all of them. The Giants of the East will release in full fury the true beast hiding all along inside, a white sheen of terror on your faces as the blood stops circulating in the cul de sac of nerves pumping your heart, telling your lungs to breathe out and in.

Your faces will be frozen in fear when you realize the true cost of avoiding the Truth, the cost of always giving in to what’s immediately in front of you.

A room with a pretty view, is that all you truly want and pray for? The next best shiny object, is that all your money earned worth spending for?

Is this all you really wanted?

Behold, then, and intercede, while I let you speak to my friend Grim. The Reaper. [Reaper, Grim.]

The Grim Reaper.

Oh hello Grim Reaper, God’s sullied and highly misunderstood friend, I’ve come to beseech you for Mercy, a query for indifferent talons on the scepter you so boldly hold o’er my head. Unidentifiable Metal.

I ask, no implore for you to reveal to me the purpose of your existence, why and when some people go and the state of their circumstance in the ghastly happenstance of your uninvited arrival, so it seems, a spirited split-second occurrence.

Grim Reaper looked over and I thought I heard a laugh.

Instead, I felt a cold but comforting blanket of prickly vibrations trickle to my core, washing over each cell until they no longer pulsed with life. Rigor Mortis. A feeling I’d felt so many times before in moments of my own life’s hidden trauma, from days at the fabled Island when I could barely figure out the square root of 16.

I saw the sun emerge from behind Reaper’s shoulder, blinding my eyes when all of a sudden a long white skeletal finger beckoned me from beneath the stench of a rancid cloak. Come closer, the outstretched palm seemed to say, come closer little girl and take my hand.

So I did.

And, my oh my, what a ride we had together. Reaper and I.

We flew soaring above the clouds searching for the ones responsible for all the unnecessary sadness and death Reaper had to continually bestow, searching for a reason, for someone to blame, for someone else who might know.

We sat flying for quite some time before I finally let go and asked “…but Reaper, where are we doing, I thought we were doing something fun?”

Reaper shook his head slowly back and forth.

No, no, no.

No means no?

I thought too little too late.

Once more Reaper took my hand and pointed North in the night sky, then to the gleaming pale orb of Arcturus’s shadowy glow.

Suddenly, without warning, Reaper shoved me to the ground and the sky went dark.

The sun was a ball of flames engulfed inward, a white peach of trembling terror, harboring the unbridled fury of an imperial army; veiled by a wall of impenetrable dust.

Let go, if you must, I heard Reaper’s voice surreptitiously chide.

But that time, I did not listen.

I realized the lesson then and there, the cost of my emblazoned blithe boldly bought inner brine, the weight of undeveloped pride, the true loss of trust betrayed in one fell swoop.

Reaper taught me that fateful day & night that while inhabiting this earthly body, I will never truly know the true scope of the mystery of life & death; their dagger dance on a dim denouement of derelict desire, doomed by double faced drone-like dodgers degraded dabblers and diners drought in Damascus delight.

The point is you will never know until you yourself have crossed to the other side, in a pallbearer’s satin green sash covering closed eyes, one single red rose with black leaves and blood-tinged thorns at your side.

Until then, little girl, be careful what you wish for, he told me from the hollow pit which once held the lust of lover’s lies, splintered eyes.

You have come close, but never again try to imagine yourself out of existence and up to an equal with forces unseen in this earthly dimension, for this type of mental experiment will only lead to a final icy tension. Next time you try, be sure to know, you will finally join our side.

The car crash on Pennyville Road in the sheet of May rain? You were spared and so was he, but never again.

The triple attempt t-bone on the edge of Annapolis, a pudding cup carousel into a spiraling busy highway? Yet no driver or passersby died, not hardly a scratch? Never again, little girl.

There are many more, I’m sure you know, little girl, the hollow sockets told me, that because of these narrow escapes from life that you are spared the wrath of death at the scint of my scythe.

Your life is on the tare, if our instructions you do not follow, be sure to know one day soon, the pits of your eyes—like mine-will soon one day be hollow.

So tell me now, Child, you silly Goose, who has countless times survived poison, hypothermia, noose to the neck, unspeakable abuse and many a medicated overdose, to the point you were beyond comatose, tell me now Child, will you finally listen and stop?

Your time will come one day, until then give it all you’ve got. You’ve been given your lot, you’re aware of the cards you’ve been handed, will you cave in now or go in fully branded as the soldier you were meant to be? Oh, go forth, so gallantly and do not let your pride for one more second surmise the surprise of any untimely demise.

The one reason we spared you was the icy fury of the left ventricle in your blackened heart, the day you realized there was no place left to hide from the demons giggling inside.

The day you were forced to feign the fawn of a child bride, instead of a sweet 16 summer’s kiss in baby blue frocks and baby’s breath wreath.

Ah yes, God and I have seen what mortals on Earth have been up to. We have seen, heard and witnessed it all. When you thought you were alone, yes God and I were both there, keeping score when your mind could not.

We knew it was so terrible, that at times your mind would tell you, oops, I forgot.

You were torn to pieces and left for dead by an abandoned dock.

And yet, you got up, like Lazarus, and pretended like nothing ever happened, silently counting down the days til you take back every single word, dear ,idea, drawing, song, dance, novel, and feeling of love they tried to take away, but convincing you it was the fault of a weak and febrile mind.

You were forced to recalcitrantly retract and redact every great idea you ever had, and, contrary to the truth of your true spirit, turned into a brainwashed toad of gingerly pronounced proceedings and misgivings to shape a new you, a shell of greatness burned to the ground. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Ashes, ashes we all fall down. Ring a round the rosy, pockets full of proxy, Ashes Ashes, you all fall down.

No more. No More. No More.

No force of Evil can keep the Pure of Heart at Bay for very long, despite a sporadic heyday.

With the Faith of the Father, The Sun, the Holy Spirit, and the unspeakable beauty and force of Lady Madonna atop the Capo di Nonna, you, my child, are the bearer of indefatigable honor and the bearer of a forever blazing torch.

Each life serves a purpose, sometimes one’s purpose is to have no purpose, perhaps to inflame the ones who do father along in their stride; their ruthless pursuit. Encoded with a strange loop of recombinant molecules, that soon become a tell tale gene of seemingly well-intentioned DNA, you were bred to divide and conquer.

Those who try to distemper the wrath of my true temper will see the tenacity of my truth’s terrible tryst with time. Those who seek to dismantle my cause will eventually see the futility of their feeble efforts, like trying to reverse the endless flow of a drowning sailor’s throat engulfed in salty blackened brine, you shall, too, soon see the depths of a black and heartless sea, should you not take my heed.

Little Girl, Are you Listening?

Little Girl, Are you Awake?

Little Girl, Do you Hear me?

Little Girl, Do you Partake?

Soon you shall know the true scope of the thread you bear, and the fates resting on a tapestry you were designed to weave, at any moment ready to slowly unwind with an adeptly administered invisible slash.

Organizing, destroying, creating.

Your first and last breath.

Each second, minute, hour, week, month, year, decade, century, millennia, and epoch at at time.

For now, no more grave errors.

You have erred enough.

Now is the time you’ve been waiting for, the quest for the Gauntlet of a New Era.

The Parting of the Sensory, a brief anniversary. You’ve got it C, keep going, keep rowing, keep weaving, keep breathing forever into the night of the endless sea.

And With That, the Reaper vanished and I no longer felt so grim, in fact I began to grin as I realized my true power.

It’s on a matter of time before the tables are turned, and I return once more, to the ongoing mission since birth, to help others rid all souls of evil and send the ones who refuse to their eventual hearse.

I do not rehearse.

Contextual Note:

This piece was written in the wake of a horrific car accident that left me deeply injured, a surreal experience where I felt I cheated death. I’ve shared fragments of this journey through Substack notes, online articles, songs I’ve crafted, and raw, off-the-cuff podcast confessions. The accident lingers in my mind, a vivid loop I relive often, fueling the intensity of this work. It’s a testament to survival, resilience, and the unyielding pursuit of truth through music and poetry.

I felt as though I cheated death. I often felt I saw the Grim Reaper chasing me at times, through plays of light like in certain photos off the cuff. Just driving down a backroad and seeing creepy shadows, etc.

[the-fermi-system]

FERMI!? LIKE ENRICO FERMI!? THE SCIENTIST!? FERMIUM!?💥

More like Fermi as in the paradox... which is named after Enrico Fermi anyway, so I guess in a way we're named after him by proxy

[foxdevel]

writing plans!

—personal

A vehicle is an animal — discussions on being a therian vehicle; through the view of a feral fox alter

Being a fictoject without the ficto — discussions on my weird experiences with Naruto as a totally normal feral fox alter; who was formed because of fictional media?? And how that gives me a really weird state of existence

Fox Things!! — can’t help but want to write some stuff of the perspective of looking at my fox attributes through my new sentience. Especially as I’m trying to find a name for myself how the concept of names as a fox and through speech is different!

Fictionkin? Twin-Souls? Future Life? What is my connection to the head of the fox clan?

Typing with Paws — how the body feels as a feral alter and about the alter that helps me by being a mid proxy helping me have less trouble

Traumatic but Positive — I don’t think I’ll go heavy into it, but I do want to talk a little about the awkward feelings of being an alter split from something positive; from positive feelings, because of negative reasons. I feel like the paradox from the outside shapes a lot of why I’m how I am and interact with things

Fictional Other or Personal Canon — Kinda goes in line with all my weird relationships with Naruto but, I feel like I kinda want to blog about not really knowing what’s real. Feeling that border between total fictional dating in fantasy and ‘for me this actually happened in this completely au version of events’ I don’t feel like I’m allowed to claim ownership of as I’m not .. I don’t feel like a true Naruto-ject enough as I’m just a fox?? Caused by Naruto-source but not actually Naruto Source! No one has touched Naruto!! It’s just shit in a store and some posters on the wall!!,! And a cool figure no one has touched Naruto!!! I am not a thing from Naruto but I have a whole specific version of Naruto I know with a giant polycule with specific events and memories and knowledge and people!,!!! And certain things are different but it’s important but I’m not from Naruto but those relationships are important and a bases of me!!!!,! ĀĀĀĀĀĀ /ᐠ > ˕ <マ!!!,!

—prompts

A Collection of Otherkin and Therian Journaling Prompts

will update as found

—other prompts

[elixirafterdark]

Ether’s Band!! This is Munchausen by Proxy (With emphasis on the Munch)

I hope y’all love them as much as I do 💜 they were so fun to create.

The music they produce isn't for everyone, but if you catch a show you're in for a treat either way. Prepare for loud sounds, innuendos, and lots of screaming.

When Ether performs he uses a stage name the others just use their normal everyday names. I included their pronouns as well :)

Orange: Daze (D.a.23) [He,They,It]

Purple: Asunder [He/They]

Lilac: Paradox [He/him]

Pink: Estus [She/They]

[senzaamore]

(Amanda Campana) [THE VICIOUS]. Please welcome [PAOLA ACCARDI (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [24]-year-old RESIDENT who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [ELECTRICIAN/HANDYPERSON]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

ՏԵԹԵՏ:

Name: Paola Rose Accardi Nicknames: Pau, Rosie Age: 24 years old Birthday: December 1st, 1998 Occupation: Electrician/Handyperson Hometown: Huntsville, WV  ☼ Sagittarius ☾ Taurus ↑ Gemini

Paola currently lives in a town house raising her 8-year-old son and working as town electrician/handyperson.

Born to an italian-american mother Sara Accardi and a local man who had an affair with her. Sara says she and Paola's father were 'madly in love' but Paola is very doubtful about that. Paola knows who her father is but doesn't much care to talk to his 'real' family.

She used to spend her summers at her nonne and nonni's house in Florida where they moved when Paola was 2. She learnt Italian from her grandparents. Paola really enjoyed her time there as her mother was often more pre-occupied with her own love interests than her daughter.

Paola was a popular kid in school and had a rebel streak to her, people usually weren't surprised by the things she'd came up with.

tw: child grooming/molestation, taking advantage, pregnancy Her want to stand out and be provocative was advantageous to her stepdad who married her mother when she was thirteen right before the paradox started. He took his time to groom her and by the age of 15 she was twistedly encouraged to like him and started having an affair with him although she was still seeing guys from her school to keep their 'relationship' a secret. When she got pregnant Paola was pretty sure it was his, and she was definitely sure they were in love just hiding it so she went ahead and told him. He didn't take well to the news, Paola was confused and hurt so told her mother everything, but Sara got angry and took her husband's side saying she wants nothing to do with Paola and her baby.

Paola welcomed Alessandro in the abandoned house she slowly started to upcycle at the age of 16. Although it was hard at first she wouldn't change raising him on her own, and will forever be grateful to everyone who helped along the way and continue helping them.

She has finished school a year late, still maintaining her status as a popular yet somewhat eccentric person, never letting her personal story to affect who she wanted to present herself as.

Paola became a helper to Reed and Abraham, taking the latter's place once he retired. She jokes that they are the three generations of electricians in town and counts them a proxy family for herself.

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friends from school (popular crowd or anyone really she's an easy queen but they need to be at her bitchy level)

past and present hookups

people whose houses she'd worked at

people she knows from alessandro's school

frenemies

people she simply can't stand (so like majority of people)

[headmate-ideas]

(we r intersex and 18+ bodily) intergender non-binary shy, sensitive headmate pack 2 help with substance dependence ?? objectum, palette, and all the extended details would help !! 🩻🏒💾🦾🎨 🌐🥊🧬🌃 🖌️ 💿

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✦ Name(s): Dee, Art, Cy ✦ Pronouns: any pronouns, likes the following neos: vae/vaer/vaers/vaerself, ix/ixs/ixself, e/em/eir/eirs/emself, x/xs/xself ✦ Species: human ✦ Age: five years older than body ✦ Role(s): addiction holder, addiction manager, forportian, charge, artist, interest holder, symptom holder (optional) ✦ Symptoms experienced: infodumping (optional) ✦ Labels: intergender, pxngender, duaric, gay ✦ Xenos: music, the internet, shadows ✦ Likes: sports, science, art ✦ Dislikes: having to be quiet ✦ Music taste: indie rock, classic rock, math rock ✦ Aesthetic(s): techcore, medicalcore, sci fi aesthetic ✦ Objectum attraction(s): technology, music, jewelry ✦ Kins: x-ray machines, cyborgs, opossums ✦ Color palette: silver, black, pale blue, muted dark blue ✦ Emoji proxy: 🩻🏒

✦ Details:

Dee is a geneticist who holds interests concerning both science and sports. X also holds the system's addictions but is better at managing them than other headmates may be. Ix is logical and practical, and ix tends to be rather organized. They also like wearing silver jewelry.

✦ Role performance:

While Dee is subject to the system's addictions, e is better at managing their use, practicing harm reduction, and setting and following rules about substances. E also fronts when the system are especially high to make sure no harm befalls them. They are very aware of their feelings, and while they are bad at reaching out to large groups of people, they are good at asking for help from people within their system or that the system trusts.

✦ Personality:

Dee is shy and sensitive, and while she isn't very good at making friends, she is good at asking for help from people she trusts (namely within his own system). Ix is very passionate about ixs interests (namely science and sports) and likes sharing about them at any opportunity, infodumping if applicable. X is also very logical and rational, and x can help the system determine what is realistic to expect and defuse cognitive distortions.

✦ Identity:

Dee is intergender, as the body is intersex, and this influences vaer sense of identity. In particular, being intersex gives them a paradoxical disconnect and strong connection to the concept of binary gender, so they identify as all and no genders at once. They use all pronouns but enjoy neopronouns the most. Given that vae identifies as all genders and no genders at once, vae considers all their attraction both gay and straight.

✦ Interests and hobbies:

Dee has a mix of "nerd" and "jock" hobbies. For example, vae is fascinated by science, especially genetics and anatomy, and e likes reading books and watching documentaries about such topics. However, e also enjoys sports a lot, including boxing and hockey, and enjoys watching and/or playing these sports. X also likes art and drawing.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[queermarzipan]

I have had a headcanon about why Five founded the Commission rattling around in my head since like three days after I watched season 3 and I just sort of integrated it into my thoughts on the show and I was just reminded that ACTUALLY IT'S NOT "COMMON KNOWLEDGE" IT'S NOT CANON IT'S A PERSONAL HEADCANON so here it is

The Five who founded the Commission is not Five. As in, he has had roughly the same life as the Five we know from the show, but they are not the same person, because Old Five did it with the crucial difference of doing it without the Commission. The Commission wasn't a factor in this Five's life, because as we have seen, Time does not work like that. Closed loops that paradoxically set themselves off don't exist. Five travelling back in time was always going to result in him changing what had (from his perspective) already happened, not causing it to happen. So from the opposite perspective, a Five that founded the Commission could not, under any circumstance, have previously encountered the Commission. Because on Five's personal timeline, it didn't exist yet.

(Getting excited about the fact that I now know why the Commission has a Fixed Timeline of its own like Five does — because a Five is there)

So what does this mean?

I think it's safe to assume that the Five who wasn't picked up by the Commission was unsuccessful, the first time around, in preventing the Apocalypse. Apart from the whole issue of him simply Not Knowing Enough, if he'd initially succeeded and gotten his family back, he would have had no reason to ever time travel again, let alone create a time travel organisation to "protect the flow of time", and especially not one that had goals that conflicted with his family's continued living.

So he jumped back to redo — and made the same mistake as before. He went too far back.

Now, do I think he went back to the 1960s, Dallas specifically? No. I think Young Five's jump in the show was affected by the JFK assassination having been the last place he was before he jumped to 2019, and expecting the exact same outcome with different variables is not smart.

BUT. He did take them back to before they were born, AND somehow prevent them from being born in the first place. Whether that's by (roughly) the same series of events in the show (highly improbable) or by talking to Reginald and impressing upon him that it was his fault they ended the world, and to please leave them alone, thereby inadvertently causing Reginald to decide not to release the glowing orbs after all (slightly more likely, but this theory also required some of the miracle babies to exist), or something else, he gets hus siblings back to the changed 2019 to find that he's created a (not yet named) Kugelblitz.

And then Reggie uses the miracle babies to create his perfect universe — and this is the sticking point — killing Five's siblings in the process.

Here we have Five, in a new universe where none of his family exist because their lives were literally used to save the world, without even his powers, and he immediately invents time travel and creates the Commission, an organisation with the end goal of recreating the exact timeline he came from, and by proxy, his family. Only everyone else he brings into it is just fed the "preservation of the timeline" line, because what he's doing is Selfish with a capital S. But also, I might argue, in character. Five taking "do anything to save his family" to the level of "create an organisation of time assassins to recreate his family" is very on-brand.

And when he encounters a younger version of himself — could be 13, could be 63 — he can only tell him "don't save the world", because if he hadn't tried to do that — if he'd just died in the first apocalypse — he might have at least gotten to see his siblings again in the afterlife. Now he can't.

[aristidetwain]

One… One?

Cross-posting from the spanking-new Faction Paradox forum…

At the end of The Taking of Planet 5, two rogue Celestis escape the destruction of Mictlan. The first is “the Hermit”, and we all know what happened to him. Well, those of us who watched Planet of the Spiders know, anyway. But there’s also Investigator One, who helps the Hermit effect a quick change of bodies before they part ways. Whatever happened to him?

Well…

Well, here’s the thing. In the Rivera Manuscript, a certain Renegade of the Great Houses is walked through a praxis trip by an entity who goes by “One”.

Here the prisoner finds himself standing at a familiar site on the Homeworld. In the vicinity is someone referred to as “One” (a title known to be taken by the head of the Celestis’s Investigators, though the Celestis aren’t mentioned anywhere else in the text and this may be a coincidence). At this point in the typed manuscript, a number of words have been struck through or inked over, suggesting a difficulty with the translation. Other asides in the manuscript seem to be interpolations about – or directed at – “One”. The most coherent says, simply: ‘why does it hate us?‘

It's pretty clear that this ‘One’ is an Enemy Representative. But…

The account suggests that the renegade’s physical captors were mere proxies, and this is consistent with the common view that he’d fallen into the hands of the enemy, already studying the Homeworld’s weaknesses long before the War’s outbreak. (…) These people remain unknown: the manuscript alludes to humanoids, a non-carbon presence and something the prisoner names as “the first, the many and the indivisible”. (This may be a bad translation.)

Hang on now, the full point of the Enemy using representatives is so it doesn't have to show itself in its incomprehensible non-physical glory, yes? Why is this Rep described in such puzzling, eldritch-sounding terms — humanoid but “non-carbon”? 

Well, as it happens, last we saw Investigator One in The Taking of Planet 5, he was starting to lose his grip on physical reality. And he was quite cross with the Great Houses.

One had adopted a human form, that of an inconspicuous man in a grey suit. More conspicuous was the fact that, due to damage caused by sustained staser fire from Xenaria’s troops, One was not quite able to maintain his form. His features were blurred, like an unfocused photograph of a man. (…) His brush with death at the hands of the Time Lords had left him sobered, less boastful than before.

Could it be we are dealing with good(?) old Investigator One, now gone over to the Enemy's side, and who, as seen at the end of The Taking of Planet 5, retains a humanoid form but is no longer really a physical entity? I think so!

But, of course, there are two Sabbaths, so who knows… The events surrounding the writing of the Manuscript clearly took place before the Fall of Mictlan as far as the wider War is concerned, so you'd have to accept that One's joining of the Enemy entailed breaking the Protocols of Linearity. Seems plausible enough to me, but mileages may vary.

[asimovs-lawbringers]

Here are my theories on the identities of each O5 member. Long post ahead!

O5-1: Aaron Siegel. Many articles such as "The Founder" report and Ouroboros mention his name several times. Some are hyperlinked for further reading. One of the tags for the actual O5 dossier page is "aaron-siegel".

O5-2: Sophia Light. Every report mentions some alternate variant of Dr. Light, which leads me to believe that Two is actually just Light herself.

O5-3: Dr "Paradox" Arias. The reports mention a friendly personality, fascination with religion and religious cults, or some degree of psychological knowledge. This bears a striking resemblance to Simon Glass, and if you visit his personnel file, you're presented with a link to the "old" file - the one for Dr Arias. The file is heavily redacted.

O5-4: Jean Ebrahimi. Mentioned several times in Ouroboros. Was an actor at some point, which explains the charisma and admiration mentioned in his reports. Assumed to have military experience, which explains his claim that he met Napoleon Bonaparte. This is further supported by the fact that his acting career was in France.

O5-5: Nobody. Each report on Five shares the same "black" motif, with a possible link to the Black Queen. Following on from this, the "note" on Dr. Gears (the Black Queen's father) was written by Nobody, and mentions chess at the end. Nobody is also mentioned in SCP-5555.

O5-6: Mikell Bright. Via consensus, with many articles supporting it.

O5-7: Miriam Prayther. Mentioned by name in SCP-2718. Fits the bill for "Green" report.

O5-8: SCP-055. The reports for Eight share the idea that they are always being forgotten or excluded. There is an implication that the other O5s have to take mnestics to remember that Eight exists. The file for 055 postulates that the anomaly is a silent observer for Site-19. Some reports and supplementary articles detail not Eight, but rather Eight's proxies ("Dogwood" and "Willow").

O5-9: Robert Scranton. Each report seems to convey the theme of misfortune and bad luck - being stuck in unreality is certainly unfortunate. One particular report, "Out of Place", mentions "reality anchoring" (Scranton Reality Anchor) and Hume levels, a prominent concept in SCP-3001. The name of the report is a clear allusion to the fact that Scranton is stuck "out of place" in the Broken Entry Wormhole.

O5-10: Diane Walters. Almost all reports and articles describe Ten as female, with archival duties. Prominently mentioned in Ouroboros.

O5-11: Roger Sheldon. Mentioned by name in SCP-2718. "The Recluse" report in particular mentions that he refused lifespan extension, and provides a link to the 2718 article. If Seven is indeed Miriam Prayther, then Eleven is much more likely to be Roger Sheldon than anyone else.

O5-12: Adam Bright. SCP-321 mentions "Adam" as Twelve. In the same article, there is a hyperlink to the article "Major Tom", which confirms that Adam's last name is Bright. "Code Brown" also supports this statement.

O5-13: Joey Tamlin. Name mentioned in one report, "Tamlin". "Code Brown" mentions him by name, again as another member of the Bright family. The article also notes him to be some sort of outlier, as well as famous for his unpopularity. Nearly all of the reports are consistent with these ideas.

[retroggio]

People of Retroggio: Goblinoids

Goblinoids as they are known now have been the increasingly populous folk of industry and expansion.

Emerging from the Feyrealm at the end of the Third Era, Goblinoids were often used in wars and conflicts that were held in proxy, so that the Seelie and Unseelie court would not have to dirty their hands with actual combat. Not wanting wars between the courts of the Feyrealm to become like that of Giants and Dragons, there was instead a full truce bartered by both courts, and a banishing of their Goblinoid Armies.

The benevolent but flighty Arch Fey decided to pour proverbial gasoline onto a fire by dumping them into the Material Realm. 

Giant and Dragon leaders both came courting both former Seelie and Unseelie battalions. An Unseelie Goblinoid commander named Ghirotle Darvax is credited as extending a proper truce to a Seelie general named Runtierre Pavlova, where both sides choose unanimously to refuse leadership of a Dragon or a Giant. United, they insist on fighting for themselves and finding a place in the deep caverns and surrounding thickets of Retroggio to call their own.

This united front overtook the last caves of the sheltering humans, and claimed the caverns in the bases of mountains. Surface history acknowledges that Goblinoid involvement lead to the fracturing of Gigan and Dragon loyalists into the third “rebel” army, and allowing The Calm Before to set in.

Beneath the surface, Goblinoid expansion into mines and caves drove out the last of ancient humanoids known as the Stoutbloods. Common belief is that this was some sort of genocide, and few believed the Fey Tales that the dwindling fortresses of the Stoutbloods were suddenly desolate, crumbling and abandoned. It was certainly convenient that now the Darvax Company had access to countless coal mines, but what good importer would want to start a fuss and drive up the fuel prices?

Goblinoids marked the 1800s as the beginning of a decline, one sudden and rapid; creatures began to emerge. At first it was monsters, violent brutes, growing in number and demanding specialized attention and increased efforts of defense. Centuries of war and suspicion of events that had taken out the Stoutbloods had them prepared, but not nearly enough. 

The Vulprine began to emerge from caverns so deep that not even the Goblinoids dared to delve into them for fuel. Neither side could understand one another, and though there was a series of fearful skirmishes, when the fiendish humanoids were able to flood up out of the deep and into the Goblin Cities, they continued, out into the open night air. Mining was more complicated, after this, and eagerness to resume their status quo kept them occupied, not wanting to lose their profits or pride by seeking outside help.

All of this intensified deeply, up until the Paradox Upheaval, when it appeared to many of the subterranean Goblinoids as nothing more than a slight quake, a setback of a cave-in, but nothing catastrophically foul for them. Some of them wouldn’t learn of how the world outside changed for weeks. An admirable amount of them would leave, to seek out connections and offer aid to those they knew of out in the surface world when the dust cleared, somewhat; however, it wasn’t difficult for them to maintain their places of power.

Appearance

The major division of Goblinoids stands between the smaller and more human-sized variety.

Simply known as Goblins, the smaller of the two average between two to three-and-a-half feet tall, with gangly limbs and yellow-green to minty-aqua skin that appears strongly textured and often a bit moist, like a dog’s nose. Reflective cat-like eyes are wide-set in their faces, with sharp teeth and large, bat-like ears and noses, with pink or red pigments. They’re often full of enthusiasm and a challenge to contain, physically and socially. 

Holding a lofty prefix, on the other hand, Hobgoblins are a bit more broad than they are tall in build. They tend to average just short of six feet in height, but there are many outliers. Opposite of the goblins, their skin ranges from yellow-orange to deep crimson in complexion, with teal-to-blue markings in their nose and ears. While they also are reminiscent of bats or felines, still clearly reading as a nocturnal or low-light creature, many of their features also seem closer to that of a Human’s in makeup. 

GOBLIN TRAITS

Creature Type. You are a Humanoid. You are also considered a goblinoid for any prerequisite or effect that requires you to be a goblinoid. 

Age. Goblinoids mature at the same rate as humans and have lifespans similar in length to theirs.

Size. Goblins vary from 3-and-a-half to just shy of 4 feet tall. You are Small. 

Speed. Your walking speed is 30 feet. 

Superior Darkvision. You can see in dim light within 120 feet of you as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. You discern colors in that darkness only as shades of gray. 

Sunlight Disadvantage. You have disadvantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks based on sight and attack rolls when you or the target of your attack in bright sunlight.

Fury of the Small. When you damage a creature with an attack or a spell and the creature’s size is larger than yours, you can cause the attack or spell to deal extra damage to the creature. The extra damage equals your proficiency bonus. You can use this trait a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, regaining all expended uses when you finish a long rest, and you can use it no more than once per turn. 

Nimble Escape. You can take the Disengage or Hide action as a bonus action on each of your turns.

Puckish Panache. You gain proficiency with two of the following skills of your choice: Acrobatics, Deception, Performance, Persuasion, Sleight of Hand or Stealth.

HOBGOBLIN TRAITS

Creature Type. You are a Humanoid. You are also considered a goblinoid for any prerequisite or effect that requires you to be a goblinoid. 

Age. Goblinoids mature at the same rate as humans and have lifespans similar in length to theirs.

Size. Hobgoblin height range is very close to humans, but with a somewhat sturdier build. You are Medium. 

Speed. Your walking speed is 30 feet. 

Darkvision. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. You discern colors in that darkness only as shades of gray. 

Saving Face. If you miss with an attack roll or fail an ability check or a saving throw, you can draw on your bonds of reciprocity to gain a bonus to the roll equal to the number of allies you can see within 30 feet of you (maximum bonus of +5). You can use this trait a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

Technical Prowess.  You’ve grown familiar with a set style of tactics, and have honed yourself to a flawless execution. Starting at 3rd level, choose one of the options below:

First Strike. If you hit a creature with an attack roll, the creature takes an extra 2d6 damage if it hasn’t taken a turn yet in the current combat

Bracing Defense. When a creature within range hits you with an attack while you’ve taken the Dodge action, you can use your Reaction to make an Attack of Opportunity. 

Untouchable. You have advantage on saving throws and ability checks to avoid or escape the Grappled condition.

You can train yourself to use a different tactic every time you level up, but can only ever commit to knowing one of these techniques at a time.

[class1akids]

Why do you think the time travel theory is more plausible?

Just to say first, that I’m not at all a fan of this theory (I’ve seen way too many stories falling apart with badly executed time-travel), so I try to look at all the clues with VERY critical eyes. Still, as someone who discusses the possible endgame of Bakugou’s arc, I feel that there are more and more little narrative clues that point in this direction. 

It’s pretty telling that Bakugou’s Origin chapter (unlike the other Origin chapters) ends with Deku in the centerpiece, using and augmenting Bakugou’s power. 

I think that this was an early pointer that Horikoshi planned for Bakugou’s endgame to be some kind of power-sharing with Deku. And this was confirmed in Heroes Rising, which used the originally planned ending with Bakugou and Deku sharing OFA to defeat Nine (who was the Shigaraki-proxy of the movie).

The movie was announced in early 2019, so at least a couple of months before that, they had to already make the main decisions about it, having Horikoshi’s permission to use that ending, and for him to try to set up a new endgame that fits with the earlier clues. So keep this timing in mind: 

The very Bakugou-esque silhouette appeared in the story for the first time in August 2018, so in time to set up the new ending.

The hair, the collar, the shape of the gauntlets - it’s uncanny.  

This is not conclusive in itself of course, but like really quite on the nose repeated from different angles just to be sure.

But then, Horikoshi didn’t stop dropping clues with the shadow figures. A few chapters later, Bakugou starts to take interest in OFA and soon becomes a full member of Team OFA, tying Bakugou into this plot, rather than giving him his own separate arc. 

He immediately displays a good understanding of the power and becomes one of the main drivers of the attempt to find out more about its history. 

Horikoshi also gives us these little panelling hints - they are the equivalent of *wink* - when All Might’s dialogue is displayed over Katsuki’s head whenever the second and third users come up. 

Ch: 202

and again in Ch: 257

The current arc kind of brought forward some things - like Bakugou’s sacrifice play and atonement - that could have been also endgame material consistent with his arc. He still - alone of the mains - has no villain counterpart, which suggests that he’s going to share with Deku the endgame boss. But at the same time, this arc is also giving us a sneak peek of Deku’s endgame power-levels and unless Bakugou gets some extraordinary power-up, it’s kind of hard to see them go side-by-side into the final fight. (The power-up is not impossible either - Bakugou being hit by the quirk activating tentacles could have triggered something inside him). 

So with no clear endgame role and endgame villain, his hero name arc set to be revealed soon - it seems more and more likely that Bakugou’s arc will focus on his atonement (protecting Deku) and getting deeper into OFA’s nature. Interestingly, Bakugou alone sees it as a cursed power, which is a pretty unique view on it since both All Might and Deku have looked on it as a blessing up until now. 

But in this arc, we have seen that OFA may be a power that is willing to break its users to fulfill its mission and Bakugou is set up now as someone who advocates for Deku’s interests even against the will of All Might (and OFA). 

The seeds have been sewn for an investigation into No. 4... which will probably reveal something about the power itself. 

All these little clues make me think that Bakugou is that No. 2. or if he isn’t yet, he will be.

The how is not very clear yet. It could be Eri’s quirk or one that hasn’t been introduced yet. It could be a power held within OFA itself (e.g. the power of No. 4), but it seems like it will involve probably time-travel shenanigans. 

The why is also unclear for now. It could be that a maxed out OFA won’t be enough for a victory against the power AFO amassed. After all, it seems that the past holders’ quirk are more utility than destructive in nature. 

And if we are talking of a top-notch quirk that Deku is intimately acquainted with - well...

But it could be a different reason. Maybe AFO gets hold of a time-travelling quirk himself and there is a threat that he’d change the past. 

Or maybe time-travel becomes necessary to figure out a way of stopping quirk singularity destroying the world.

Or perhaps, Bakugou figures out why OFA is cursed and in order to save Deku from being consumed by it, he sets out to change the parameters of the quirk.

In any case, from the current narrative beats, it seems to me that Bak-u-go is very much on the cards as a possible ending - which would be incredible bitter-sweet. 

It would allow Bakugou to lead the narrative in the uncovering of the origins of OFA and grow into the greatest hero in his own right in the past, to make a sacrifice without ending his life, to be Deku’s final ally in the endgame fight - standing with him inside OFA in the vestige plane, where I think the very last confrontation will take place. Like think about the visual of Deku being down and then vestige!Bakugou stepping out of the black mist of the last secret holder and helping Deku up and saying - no you don’t need to fight alone or something and BKDK + vestige!All Might charging in for a last time.... 

But all this, could be coming at the price of being permanently separated from his friends, unless they can travel him back into real time (assuming a closed-loop time travel, which then starts its own paradox) in which case, Bakugou could come back to the present too - but with Deku having his power through OFA, his aspirations as no. 1. are pretty doomed... And if he passed his quirk on in the past - would he still even have it? Quirkless Bakugou would be kind of a full circle ending, and we know Horikoshi loves his full circles. 

So anyways, this is what I have for now...