Get-Into-Character

God Exists and He’s American - Homelander TF TG MC Story rated Mature for featuring topics of Misogyny and Self-Doubt, and brief scenes of Gore and Violence. — In one world, Vought is an absolute phenomenon. They own everything, and by everything, they own anything your mind can imagine: Cinema, Television, Healthcare, News, Food, Religion, everything. That’s power. In this world…Vought is merely a small indie lab that is operated by a group of people, who try to pursue making the world a better place. To try to create a perfect species. You see, in one world, Supes are a real thing. They are less like “Heroes” and more like “real celebrities”. They own anything they have their grubby hands on. But here…Supes are merely fictional characters, where people admire them for their altruism and their impressive quick wits. So, in this world, Vought wants to defictionalize the idea of Superhumans and to create their own version of Superman. But, this Vought…this Vought isn’t so

Major Miles stood outside the gates of Fort Briggs, waiting for someone to arrive. "I wonder how long it will be until the inspector arrives from the capital." he asked himself, "Even though I'm used to it, the cold in the mountains is still unbearable in the outside." Luckily for him, his wait was ended by the arrival of a blonde woman in military fatigues. The Major smiled. "First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, it's a pleasure to see you again. I'm surprised they sent you for the inspection." Hawkey shrugged, "Central City high-ups wanted a trustworthy person to handle the matter, so they sent me." she then looked around; "Where is the Armstrong? Knowing her meticulousness, I expected her to be here to welcome the inspectors." "Major General Armstrong is in her office to take care of some important documents. If you want to follow me, I will take you to her right away." After a short walk the two arrived at the Major's office, where she was sitting at her desk reading. The piles of

"Attention soldiers, make room to Major General Armstrong!" As Olivier Mira Armstrong passed, all soldiers made the military salute to her. It was inspection day in the cold Fort Briggs, and by the fact that she was their leader she was determined that all her soldiers would move perfectly, like a well-oiled gear. "The inspection is finding no problems," said Major Miles, following stoically behind her. "Everything seems to be in perfect working order." Olivier, as cold as the mountains that surround them turned towards her right-hand man: "The forces of Briggs remain the best of Amestris. AM I RIGHT SOLDIERS?" "OF COURSE GENERAL!" shouted in sync all the soldiers around her. "Still, the people from the capital expect the best from us." continued Miles. Armstrong smiled proudly: "Then we are gonna give them more than the best. Fort Briggs never give half resul-" “CUT, EXCELLENT WORK EVERYONE!” As confetti started being shot into the air, General Armstrong was astonished as she

Killua Zoldyck to Captain Haddock TF AP MC *** Silence... For a while, all Killua could hear was silence... Okay, nevermind, now he is starting to hear...a lap of water? Creak of timber? And the smell? Oh yeah, He could smell wood and salt...Yeah. He didn't get it all. Killua woke up. He stepped up on his shoes and flexed his arms in the air. And where was he? "Was I unconscious?" He asked. Apparently, yes. The last thing he remembered was that he and Gon were inside some sort of warehouse. But then, the floor of it split, separating both Killua and Gon. And it seems like they ended up in two different rooms. Gon's room is...well, unknown, since Killua wasn't there, but the white-haired boy's room...yeah, he was in the basement of some old warehouse. The floor had wooden planks, large crates, and yeah, the same debris from the above, now the far, far away ceiling. The boy looked at himself. No bruises…No injuries…It’s honestly kind of a miracle this kid has not been injured, to