#twisted vanguard

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Are you still updating your twst au?

Anon, which TWST AU are you asking?

I want not expecting to get this ask but no worries~

Overall, many are in hiatus mostly because I want to revamp it, some are just funky headcanons.

So, these are some that I could recall:

Mafia AU, Hybrid AU & Royalty AU

I'm lumping these three because I have similar problems: handling others' OC in an OC centric AU. While I don't mind writing about other people's OCs, I am cautious. It is different from canon character with an understandable progression throughout the story (example: Canon Azul compare to OPT Azul), when writing other OCs, I do aim to make them static, unless there's a potential of a character development. Especially after a bad experience in the past, I become afraid in touching with other people OCs even after getting permission from the owner. Unless it is someone I trust, aka very close mutuals.

For Royalty AU, it is just really for funzies. There aren't really a future plan other than one-shot collections. I think I had a plan to make it based on 'I Hear a Symphony' by Cody Fry, but other than that, nothing really.

For Mafia AU, I really want to revamp it, but the hardest part is really tracking all the OCs and finding who left the fandom and who hasn't. I do want to come back to this one day and instead of a collection of one shot, it'll be a Bungou Stray Dog AU or something. I don't have further plan just yet.

Hybrid AU is probably the most heartbreaking because I was so excited back then but then never make it because communication error. If I ever continue this, I really want to make it into a game instead. I always knew hubris will be my downfall.

Project Sekai AU, Daemon AU, Vanguard AU & MDZS AU

Lumping these four together because, technically, they're finished.

For Project Sekai AU, I don't really have plans in making a full fic for it, mostly just headcanons. I do want to make a soft reboot and rearrange some of the group, especially after Episode 7. If I do ended up making something more out of this, it would be just  one shots.

I don't have further plan for Daemon AU. It is really just assigning animal companions for the kiddos. I don't really want to make a His Dark Material/Golden Compass AU just yet.

Same as Cardfight Vanguard AU. While there was a brief plan to write a fanfic for it, I was held back because o the mere thought of making the card fights. I do need to update both this and Daemon AU.

For MDZS AU, I did have plans to write something about it, but haven't get around it. Maybe after rewatching the donghua and the live action I can make something.

Evillious Chronicles AU & Kingdom Hearts AU

These two are the AUs that I actively still engage in behind the scene.

Evillious Chronicles AU is probably the one I have most trouble with and actively think about a lot. Very time I did something, mothy will come in and ruin it. I'm just mostly assigning the characters and seeing how many reincarnation are there. Once I have at least the base without any conflicting cast, I can update it.

Kingdom Hearts AU started as a gift fic for the close mutual of mine and they help me many times in the making behind the scene. I am in a process of rewriting the early chapters and the difference are very telling. Once the rewrite are done, I'll be writing a new chapter.

I'm pretty sure I have more AUs but can't remember. If you want to know more specific AU let me know, anon~

[heartscrypt]

errr ahhh um. cfv twst au upon ye (content made for me and only me)

if u couldn't tell kai here is twisted from the beast from beauty and the beast b/c i wanted to make him go through the horrors. i am normal about him

[khainovo]

@lacunasbalustrade i wonder who it reminds you of 🤔

[sugarsnappeases]

do it anxious but ‘it’ is literally just organising my timetable for the term

[applesauce-drawz]

My precious baby is growing up 😔 his first Fairy gala Event outfit

[purple1234aaababa]

So a twst cardfight vanguard au so the braincell duo and yuu find a vanguard deck and sam doesent know what game is it because it isit in twisted wonderland but yuu know of the game and they play it then magical stuff the units come to life to battle and stuff you can figure out the rest

[jasminelyoko57]

[TWST OC] Tsutomu Hanekawa inspirations

I know you're aware that my "Yuu" OC - Tsutomu, is inspired/taken from various characters. I'm glad to explain it :)

Mannerisms

I would like to say that I took Tsutomu's mannerisms from Yuuken Enma (male MC in the Episode of Heartslabyul). I mean, he's magicless but he can put on a real duel by besting RIDDLE in a kendo-style battle (HE'S SO COOL ISTG), also he's unfazed to every situation.

Enma wields a bokken (wooden sword used for Kendo training), while Tsutomu wields a real nodachi (he won't raise it at anyone except somebody tries to harm him or his friends).

However, I also mix game! Yuu's mannerisms such as their snarky demeanor and Batman Gambit ('I-outsmarted-your-outsmarting') skills (my all time favorite trait). Well, they didn't called "Beast Tamer" for nothin'.

Gadgeteer skills

Few younger characters have the skills to built their own gadget. His cool gadget-making skills is inspired from Professor Agasa Hiroshi from Detective Conan.

Just like him, his inventions may be malfunction at times, but he knows how to fix it. However, in Tsutomu's case, he prefers to keep this a secret because "it isn't worth mentioning" (save for the first-year gang and the Octavinelle trio).

He knows well that he couldn't always rely on his nodachi, so he began to search some materials around NRC (especially in Sam's shop). His notable inventions are Magic Stun Gun Pen, Anything-Identify Magnifying Glass, and the Suspend-and-Restrain Yo-yo.

Fighting style and power(s)

As for his fighting style, he mostly cool and composed like Yuuken does. However, when the tables turned, his fighting style will turn like a brutal and deadly dancer bathed in flames (but he keep it refined) like Shana from Shakugan no Shana and Shimazu Toyohisa from Drifters.

He got his flame powers because he accidentally ate a fire candy which arrived at his dorm's doorstep. The two red marks under his eyes were inspired from Cardfight Vanguard: Link Joker arc.

I had a blast writing this :)

[dykeyleth]

AH. oh shit..... oh my god????

[six-improbable-things]

Nothing like hitting the discord message character limit by sending your DM ideas for nightmares to give your character. :)

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Twisted-Vanguard: If TWST Boys plays CFV - Ignihyde Edition

We return to this series now that JP Episode 6 had ended. So, this will contain a spoiler of Ignihyde Arc. But I think my early matchup for these two characters is quite fitting.

To premise this: It had been a long time since I’ve played Vanguard and my knowledge is very limited, so there will be some mistakes. I’m focusing on using the original and G-series installation, not the V-series or OverDress because I’m a boomer. For this matching, I’ll be using the TWST boys’ unique magic to make my job easier, but for those who hadn’t got their UM, there will be a bonus section.

So, let’s stand up, Vanguard! Ignihyde Edition!

1. Idia Shroud

Clan Chosen: Granblue

Granblue's playstyle focuses on reviving units from the drop zone, whether from mixing cards to increase the number of revivals or soul blasting for stronger allies, even gaining special advantages if a certain card is in the drop zone. 

To this day, I would say that Idia's unique magic may cause a bit of confusion (like putting aside the apparent hereditary nature). But, let's use what we know on the surface. As we know "Gate to Underworld" can open a gate at S.T.Y.X. Headquarters. Like, just from the name and how Ignihyde Arc unfolds, there's a play around life and death. So, it's only natural to give Idia a clan that also has a tie to the 'underworld' or in Vanguard we called it the 'drop zone' to revive cards back to the field.

+1 Ortho Shroud

Clan Chosen: Dimensional Police

Dimensional Police's playstyle focuses on giving mot attacks power to the vanguard and unlocking their skills, which trigger upon having a certain amount of power at the attack. 

Ortho is probably the only character that I would understand if he doesn't have a unique magic (he's a robot and the real Ortho died). So, taking what we know about his robotic nature, how can I not give him a clan that's basically Gundam? Really. That might be the only reason. And considering that Ortho's first answer to a couple of problems is blowing stuff up, I'll give him a clan where powering up the vanguard becomes the focus.

[heartscrypt]

yea ok ill post this

[twi-liight]

Hi! I suffer from Baldur's Gate brainrot. I just stumbled upon your blog and love your writing! Could you do some Astarion, Gale and Karlach headcanons for taking care of Tav after they're badly injured in battle?

Reckless Attack ❣

Grieve, weep, and agonize over a corpse - but know that death is never final in Faerun. The burden of injuries will instead always be present: pain is eternal, no matter how numb. ❥ Astarion/Tav, Gale/Tav, Karlach/Tav. ❥ TW: Descriptive mentions of injuries and gore. ❥ Act 2 spoilers. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the reader/oc insert. Their real name is up to you!

An Absolutist cult has gathered deep in the bowels of the forests of Rivington. Nothing out of the ordinary... Other than the sheer numbers they possess, creating a dense population of Absolute extremists gathered in stone ruins.

Adventuring parties that dare to end their machinations perished slowly and painfully. Their corpses - what is left of them - are displayed pierced from the gnarled branches of the trees, where they bleed out on the forest ground.

Tav, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had a plan: throw a barrel full of smoke bombs into the middle of the ruins, firebolt, and profit. Except things didn’t go according to plan (they never do). That barrel was supposed to be at their rendezvous point, but the cultists found it before they did and thought it a gift from their Goddess.

Trapped in hiding, Tav decided to do what they do best: attack.

A potent necromancy curse was successfully cast on Tav, negating any healing spells thrown their way.

Well.

Fuck.

ASTARION

"As always, you refuse to listen to me. And now look at you: a mess. What did I say about running afool to the vanguard?" Astarion does not wait for their response. “Don't do it. It is smarter to be in the shadows in this instance. And what did you do? Ran alone into a quarry of cultists with no sense of self-preservation!”

Anger, pure anger, is present in his voice, sharpening his typical melodic lilt into daggers. If he cared about the present company - Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale crowded into a tent, surrounding Tav upon their cot - it is nonexistent in his wine-red eyes. They could get lost in those bloody depths for hours. But not now. Not when seething rage roils off of his body like a cloud of darkness.

They look away.

"Nothing to say for yourself, darling?” he mocks. Astarion’s visage twists into a sneer, sharply turning his face away from them. He finds an unused rag, wets it, wrings it of excess water, and then moves past Shadowheart. “Allow me,” he murmurs to her, gentler.

Shadowheart’s inquisitive green eyes understand the depth of the situation immediately. She sighs, clearly annoyed he has taken over her job, but is dissuaded by Astarion’s next string of words: “I’ll clean them up. Magic and healing and all that wonderful nonsense are not necessarily my area of expertise. A firebolt here and there, surely, but I wouldn’t know where to begin with a curse that... Negates healing magic.”

“Sure,” Shadowheart replies, eyes flicking to Tav. Worry is evident over her features. Worry hangs heavy around everyone. Emerging out of battles victorious and grievously injured is commonplace; nothing a mass healing word couldn't fix along with a good night’s rest. Open wounds would be closed scars, ailments would be cured, and broken bones would be unbroken. Rinse and repeat.

This time, it is different.

They, and they alone, were cursed with a necromancy spell that makes all healing magic useless to their wounds.

Their wounds are appalling: Broken ribs evident with the pain swelling in their chest and labored breathing, purple and black blotchy bruises from the hammer blows they took to the shoulder, an open laceration across their chest, their ankle snapped in two, burns on their left leg crawling up their thigh. Blood all over their face from their own and from the enemies they felled.

“Hey, it’s fine,” they wheeze out. "Nothing I can't handle. The cultists are down and dead and buried - everything else can come after."

Hesitantly, Gale opens his mouth to reply, but is abruptly cut off by Astarion snapping out: "No."

"No," they echo. Their brows furrow.

"What a saint you are," Astarion snarls. His lips are down-turned, fangs bared as he speaks, but his ministrations upon their face are soothing. Gently, he rubs off the blood with a cool washcloth, eyes focusing on the task at hand as he cannot bear to look at them.

"Throwing yourself into the heat of battle like that, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy watching rational fly past you when you make your impulsive decisions?"

They flush with humiliation and hurt. Broken and battered, they dig their elbow into the cot to prop themselves up and face Astarion head-on, but Halsin presses a hand into their shoulder and pushes them down.

Fuck. Their head spins in circles.

"You're one to talk. Impulsivity is your middle name; you said yourself that planning is not your forte." Even raising their voice hurts but they do it anyway. Their eyes, threatening to slip into oblivion, flood with frustrated tears. "What the fuck is your problem, Astarion?"

"Must I really spell it out for you, sweetheart? You go around, telling everyone exactly what they need to hear. You tell them they aren't alone. That you will help them, that you will ensure they see the future that they want." The words are venom: petty and spiteful and yearning to be understood. "You," Astarion hisses out, "are so blind."

Tempers rising to fever pitch, Halsin tenses from his spot at the foot of the cot. From the corner of Tav's eye, they see Gale murmur something to him, something like, Let this play out. Astarion would never hurt them.

"I am the only one who will take the first step!" Tav cries. The words explode out of their broken chest faster than they realize, flying like an arrow straight toward Astarion's unbeating heart. "I risk my life - every day - for all of YOU! For all the people that need me! For all that I am because-"

"Because what?" He taunts. "Because it is the right thing to do? Look at yourself, Tav! You are on death's door if not for everyone in this room!"

"Because no one else will do it! Not anyone in this damn camp cares enough to- to help the people we could-" They cough violently, but they slam their elbows into the cot to prop themselves up. No one stops them this time as they meet Astarion's burning eyes. "No one cares but ME-"

"WE care about you!" Louder. Vicious. Astarion's voice splits in the air in two in one fell swoop, striking them down like lightning into silence.

He's breathing heavily, panting, as if exhausted. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is begging him to swoop Tav up and run away with them. Away from all of this bullshit and into hiding within the shadows. Maybe the Underdark. Maybe the Shadowcursed Lands. They can descend into madness together.

At least there, they will be safe.

"I care about you," Astarion chokes out before he can stop himself. "More than anything. Do you know that? I hope you know that."

Their mouth forms the words to reply, Of course I do, but it doesn't leave their throat. Instead, it stays stuck there like a fluttering butterfly, forced into silence. It hurts to speak. It hurts to talk. It hurts to see him like this.

He calls out their name so quietly it could have been a trick of the wind.

"Astarion," they plead.

He shakes his head, stubborn and unconvinced. "You don't owe these people anything. You certainly do not owe them your life for their burdens. I," he breathes out, voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind. He screws his eyes shut and clenches his fist around the rag, where their blood stains his palm.

"I almost lost the sun of my life today."

When Astarion opens his eyes, they are steeled with resilience and fury as they gaze into theirs. It is hypnotic. It is lonely. They yearn to comfort him.

"It will not happen again."

GALE

"Easy," Gale murmurs, a strong arm laying them down in his tent. Soft blankets and pillows meet their back, and the cushy grass beneath makes for a cool and comforting sleep. Their breath stutters, but Gale gazes at them so fondly as he pushes their hair from their face that the pain eases.

He does not miss their labored breathing. "Shhh shh shh. I've got you. Just focus on me."

His thumb lingers on the swell of their cheek. His eyes flutter close. A gentle glow of purple surrounds him, and eventually, that gentleness extends to Tav. The agonizing, piercing sensation in their chest numbs into a cool, muted nothingness. They gasp - then exhale in relief, slower than their panicky, short breaths from before.

"That's it," he encourages. "Well done, my love. How are you feeling?"

"So-so," they reply. Their voice aches and croaks, but for some reason, it makes Gale smile.

Oh no. He knows that look.

They study his handsome, tired face, looking for any signs of alarm. Is he hungry? Does he need to feed on another artefact? Was there an envoy telling them they missed another Absolutist hideout? Did they miss something? Did they do something wrong?

No. Nope. "Enough of that." He takes their hand, kisses their knuckles, then sighs. "You're the last person who should be worrying about someone. Such a pest, hm? Always buzzing around me like I'm seconds away from disappearing in front of your eyes..."

"You are," they say. Their brows furrow, and they pant out, "The-- your burden to carry, the--"

"The orb, I know. I know." His heart twists. It aches. He failed Mystra before and that was painful. But this is another subject entirely; it couldn't come close. Watching sheer heartbreak in their expression because of him? Oh, Goddess forgive him, he has failed them.

Gale can scarcely celebrate his victory, too. He undid the damned curse that affected Tav's ability to receive magic. The necromancy spell was so potent that Tav rejected any healing spells thrown at them. Late into the hours of experimentation, he, Halsin, and Shadowheart considered allowing the effects to wither and die rather than exterminating it outright. It was Jaheira who told them it would be inefficient, because how long would they have to wait in camp while Tav rode out the effects of the curse? Ideally? Hours. But days? Weeks? Months?

He spent the long night following and feeling out the curse with the Weave. It was a complicated hex - a tangled knot of magic that had to be unwoven carefully, thread by thread. Every connotation, every intent was traced back to the heart of the curse, and he followed it with abandon.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble, then," they whisper.

"You should be," he jests. "Nearly made my heart collapse, seeing you like that."

The image is still burned into his mind. He can't stop thinking about it. His mortality has always been a dreadful afterthought pushed into the further recesses of his tadpole-addled brain, but was he so taken with Tav that he never realized how mortal they were, too?

No. No. Gale tightens his grip on their hand, giving them a comforting squeeze as they breathe in and out, in and out. It's not that he never realized how susceptible they are to death and danger. He just never wanted to confront it.

"You are changing the very premise of my life," he says softly. An exasperated chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head, adding, "as always. I don't know what I would have done if I actually lost you, back there." What wouldn't I do? "No scrolls of revivifies, no Withers to bring you back. I wouldn't be able to accept it."

He understands Ketheric Thorm all too well, now.

"Come here," they whisper. Gale lets their hands press into the back of his head. He thinks, absently, that he would let them do much of anything. In their care, he is no grand wizard with a plethora of achievements under his belt. No. He is as humble as the Weave itself, and their hands compose music and art for him to simply bear witness to.

They rest his head upon their chest, where his ear can listen to the comforting sound of their beating heart.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud thud.

"Good night, my love," Gale says, when their breathing evens and they have finally fallen into peaceful slumber. He does not sleep at all.

KARLACH

"Oh gods. Oh gods!" Karlach clasps Tav's left hand between hers, holding tightly and vowing to never let go. Their blood stains her hand and chest and clothes. It's everywhere. Sickly sweet and sticky, drawing all of her attention from the room to the sensation of it dripping down her skin.

They've lost so much blood. It's nauseating, like an unsettling reality has just settled in her stomach.

"Tav!" She exclaims, helpless and pathetic. "Why did you do that, you big idiot? You seriously could have gotten killed out there, why-- why aren't you..."

Responding? Where are their quips, their sass, their brightness she fell so fast and hard for? Tav lays there upon the cot, broken and battered. Karlach has seen the remains of her enemies after she has slaughtered them and has barely flinched. She can barely stomach the sight of them bloodied, bones twisted in the wrong way, bruises so purple they're as black as a chasm.

All they can do is breathe. Their eyes focus distantly above them to the roof of the tent, but nothing else.

Panic seizes her faster than she can control it. "Are they breathing?! Are they going to survive this?! Fuck," she growls, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair, matted with blood. "I should have made those sons of bitches suffer."

"Karlach," Shadowheart says, firm but gentle, her hands bloody too as she applied pressure down on Tav's wounds, "it was important that you returned them to camp as fast as you did. Sometimes, we do not have the luxuries to let our enemies die in pain."

Right. Right. Karlach watched an Absolutist barbarian slam his warhammer into Tav's back. Once to knock them down. Twice to keep them plastered on the ground. Once more to keep them unconscious. She saw red, then: the rage she slipped into boiled her veins so hot, the howl she let out sent her surroundings enemies into a frightened frenzy. She hacked her great axe into the barbarian over and over and over until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp of a man, more gore than flesh.

She scooped Tav up from the ground. Karlach never let anyone else touch them. She snarled and snapped at the others who tried to come too close and dead sprinted as fast as she could back to camp.

She heard their choked sobs of pain in her arms. They choked out her name, and Karlach couldn't offer them much of anything other than an, "We're going home, bubs, just hang on. 'Kay? You just focus on me."

"Can I stay here?" She begs Shadowheart. "I won't get in the way. Just let me hold their hand, please."

Shadowheart exchanges a conflicted glance at Halsin. He nods, and she sighs. "Fine," she says. "But - I need you to stand to the side for now. You can hold their hand after we're done figuring out how to undo this curse."

"A fine specimen of a curse, really," Gale adds, his hand curled under his chin. "I'm almost impressed."

"I would be too," huffs Shadowheart, "if our reckless leader wasn't caught up in this mess. Really, what were you thinking?"

"Right?" Karlach shoves off into the corner of the tent, doing her best to keep herself as small and as out-of-the-way as possible. Tears flood her eyes, and she chokes out, "Of all the things to do, why did it have to be that? I thought you said you trusted me! To have your back! I have your back, don't I? Don't I?"

"Of course you do," Halsin croons. He hooks his finger into a bottle of salve, and spreads it on Tav's burns. Tav visibly winces and tenses, whimpering in pain.

"Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Karlach wails. "You're hurting them! I'll kill you, Halsin, I swear it!"

Gale exchanges a look with Shadowheart. He ponders deeply for a moment as Karlach sobs devastatingly behind them. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly.

"Just say it," Shadowheart urges impatiently.

"We should play a game," he suggests. "The quiet game."

"No way," Karlach hiccups. "I'm dogshit at that game. Anyway, focus on Tav or I'll gut you, seriously."

❥ Additional links: kofi | ao3

[genshin-impact-updates]

Stalwart Strider

"He sees and hears everything, as if he had the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox, like some kind of mythical beast. Fighting tooth and nail, he drove away bandits and ruffians like devils with all the auspicious momentum of the suanni."

— A plaque of gratitude received by the Sword and Strongbox Secure Transport Agency from a merchant whose caravan was safely escorted by Gaming

��� Name: Gaming

◆ Title: Leonine Vanguard

◆ "Sword and Strongbox" Transport Guard

◆ Vision: Pyro

◆ Constellation: Leo Expergiscens

If you happen to hear the sound of drums and gongs as you're walking through the streets of Liyue Harbor, let your ears lead the way. With a bit of luck, you might just be fortunate enough to witness a performance of Gaming's remarkable Wushou Dance.

When he puts on his mask, he shakes his head and blinks like a waking beast. The vast array of emotions he conjures up, the unpredictable twists and turns... Following his every move with rapture, the audience can't help but cheer and applaud.

"Thank you for your support, everyone! And remember, if someone you know's thinking of booking a Wushou Dance, don't forget to recommend the 'Mighty Mythical Beasts'!"

It's just a shame that, more often than not, he receives nothing but applause in return. But Gaming doesn't let this get to him — he laughs it off, saying that the audience's attention is all the recognition he needs.

Once the crowd has dispersed and his mask is off, Gaming swiftly returns to being a "guard" and thinking of work matters once more: How many cargo shipments still need delivering? Which clients does he need to escort? And so on...

Usually, when there's nothing urgent on, he heads to Xinyue Kiosk to while away the time with some dim sum — a pot of tea, a selection of bite-sized nibbles, and leisurely chatter in the company of good friends.

As a guard, the task of escorting goods from Yilong Wharf to Liyue Harbor couldn't be easier for Gaming. But as the head of the "Mighty Mythical Beasts," his dream of making the Wushou Dance a regular occurrence in Liyue Harbor still has a long, long road ahead of it...

So in the meantime, why not sit and enjoy another cup of tea?

[applesauce-drawz]

A great way to introduce my two Yuu’s, you know I’m blasting through that event to get that shroud card 😔🤚

Here’s one of them, We live laugh love charter

And this is our loveable Game nerd Heike <3

[purple1234aaababa]

So everyone knows about vanguard if right so how about a twisted wonderland au of it to explain vanguard if in the simples way the timeline got messed up and they have to fix it so the au follows the bisic primise of it where the timeline got messed up i dont know how it got messed up so ace and duce found a book and they messed it up so conseps

So the conseps

We have a leona who is poor and rugge is the rich one? I dont know so you can chose

Also can someone write this please it can be really cool

[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Academia AU: Ambush Simulation

Aight, storytime:

So awhile back, I was thinking about Episodes 4 & 5 of the anime Soul Eater where the gang is tasked with capturing two villains, the zombie Sid and the guy who resurrected him, Professor Stein.  (There’s also the added stakes that if they fail in this task, they’ll be expelled from school.)  After a somewhat harrowing fight, defeating Sid and losing to Stein, the plot twist is this was never a real fight, Stein and Sid were not villains, and this whole thing was just a test that was orchestrated and sanctioned by the school and definitely skewed more toward hazing than actual education.

And I thought, what if that’s all the Vanguard Action Squad was during the Summer Camp Arc?  Just a test orchestrated by UA that skewed more toward hazing than actual education. (Note:  These are the traditional LoV members, so Muscular, Mustard, and Moonfish are not part of this line-up.) At the very least, that would probably be the meanest ruse Aizawa has pulled. And you can't tell me Principal Nezu wouldn't have been all in for this plan.

"It happened once at the USJ. Despite our precautions, it could happen again. Let's teach them how to prepare...by scaring the absolute shit out of them."

"Ambush Simulation" is playing off my earlier AU comic with Shigaraki being the adopted nephew of All Might and leading a pretty normal life.  The rest of the squad is more or less in the same boat. For context, Touya’s canon divergence is he returned home after the three-year comatose and actually stayed there, but since nothing about that household environment really changed, he’s still an unhinged mess, but that is a whole other kettle of fish best saved for another comic. (Clearly getting a kick out of the prospect of scaring a bunch of kids, including his brother, half to death, though.)  Toga’s home life is rocky at best after ‘the incident,’ but she’s no longer a runaway teen.  Everybody else just kinda fell in with each other.

Their role as a vigilante team was inspired by the series Durarara!, specifically Kadota and his crew for anyone who's familiar. I genuinely forgot the Vigilantes spinoff existed...sigh, it's been awhile and I only recently got back in this fandom. The Vanguard is pretty much living by a 'you're only in trouble if you get caught,' philosophy. (And the nepotism has probably saved all their asses a few times because it doesn't look good for the No. 2 Hero if his eldest son is busted for vigilantism.)

Anyway, there's a few other details that I can't fit in this post, so head over here if you want to read more behind the scenes of making this thing.