#anotheruniverse

Character introduction:

Subject 8.0, Mike Morton

Phase 1:

The first thought that comes to mind for Mike in this situation is the circus and his family. He cannot bear the thought of losing what he finds most comfort in. He makes sure to ensure everyone’s safety in the group, even rivals.

Actually got really proud of it yahoowa

Here reference thing :

NaruSasu [♀] Another Universe!!

~~I wanted to design something for them. I can say that I am not very good at this but still wanted to try it. They are seniors.🍥🍅

What if in a au the water tribe was evil and the fire nation good ?

͑͢ ̨͊̉͜ ̢͖̣͔͕͋̋͘͝͠ ̡̻̿̉ ̩̼̳̍̃͞ ̱̜̩̏̈́̚ ͙̘͈̏̒̚ ͙̽ ͓͐̈͢ ̨̽ ͖̥̺͓̑̚̚͝ ̢̩̘̔̈́̌̾͢ ̮͋ ̞͍̎͆ ̣̆ ͈̩͖̊̔̈́̾͜ ̜͖̪̣̾̊̊͠ ̛̮͉̤̠̾̍̅d̡͔̋̆ȯ̻ṉ͊’̳͚͍̫̤̓͊͊̚͞t͚͑̃͜ ̥̾c̯̱̠̄̀͌r̪̱̍͘y̗̫͂͗

̪̻̟͚̏̃͗̚ ̛͔̦̲͉͑̃͡ ̛͉ ͇͈̒̽̕͢ ̫̓ ͉͉̏̔͢͡ ̬̐ ͎̚ ̟͌ ̛̲̫̮͑͂̆͢g̢̻̥̭͐̂̊̚o̧̠̽͒n̖͞n̬͇̞̊͑̈́à͇ ̢̏s͙̐̎ͅc̤̟͇͍͓̿̉̍͂̕r̨͖͔̥͑̇͑̀e̗̘̬̾͛͘a̢̚ḿ̠ ̯̓yǒ̢͓̞́͗u̼̒ ̬̦͆̓t̻͈́͝ò̩̘͑ ̜͂s̞̟̈̇l͎͐e̞͈̠̔̀͘͠ͅe͕̹̒̑p͇̮̬̒̊̇ ̯͈̠͛̊̓

͍͊ĩ̩ţ͔̗̟̐̔͒̃’͎̉͒ͅŝ̬ ̞̓a ̲͔̺̝͈̀̌̓͋͒l̬͍̐͞ü̡ḻ͒l̤̗̯͉̟̄̾̃͋͠a̮̾b͓̭̥͕́̑̈́̐y̬̻͆͒ ̥̣̽͐

̨̹̫̜̀͊̃̈́ ̧͎͛͒ ̂ͅ ̞̭̫̥̀̓̈͘ ̘̠̌͘ ̳̱͙̳̓̊͊͝ ̞͓̐̋̽͢ ͓̘̠̎̃̕͟͠ ̧͕͉̿̃͘ ͇̰̙͑̈́̂ ̪̳͞͝ļ̝͓͂͆̔i͍̯͋̀m̜̥̐̍b̡͇̞̾͐̀s ͖̂ŕ̨͖̃̌͢i̙͆p̨̲̼̝̘̒͒̾͘͠p̘̎̔ͅe̘͋d̥̜͋̾ ̡̗̟̜͆̀͌́͛ͅ

̡̡͉͊̾͐š͉͉̘̊̏h̨̛̜̩̽͝ē̳’̼͖̟̖̌̀̅̅͟͠s̻̓͢͡ ̦̘̭̫͛̒̾̕b̘̑ľ̮̫̍é̜̮̯́̔ė̝d͖͔̑͋i̠̜͛͡n̡͠g͕͉̊̅͡ͅ ͙̈́

͎͓͈̩̅̌̽̑͘͟ ̞̿ ̢̩̞̝̞͆̚͘̚͘ ̩̟̻̏͒̌ ͍͡ ̯̌ ̤̜͎̉̌̑͜͝ ̱͚̖̱͇̐͋̆̓͝ ̭̹͚̀͠͠ ̳͓̽̒ ̯͌ ͍̫̼͚͌̒̊̎̀͢ ̤̀͢͠ ̧̱̠̰́̅̚͘ ̢̺̀͞ ͙̥̞̬̫̄̅̌͘͝ ͖̤̠̘͇̎͂̍͛͝ ͚̥̐̕ ̻̣̐̕ ̻̤̓͊ ̦̎

̼̏ ͓̫̓͠ ̤̓ ̩̭̝̤̃̏́̔ ̡̍ ̙͙̙͍̄̒̎̄͠ͅ ̘̭́͗ ̛̘̥͡ ̤̖̖͐̈́̑̚͢ ͕̭̗̒̒͐ ̛̗͖̄ ̣̝̥̰̂̑̎̐ ̨̭̇̋ ͕̻̦͔̀̈́̆̀͗͟ ̨̛̜͙͓̈́͗͘ ͓͚̼̌͂̉ ̨̹́͆̍ͅ ̟̆͞ͅ ͎͈̻̈́̓̑ ̳̗̖́͌̊ ̨̏ ͎̮̐́̆͟ ͖͈̔̇͟͡ ͇̭̃̇ ̬̈ ̢̤̔̇ ̠̥̓̕ ̝͛G̝͞OO̢̝̼͗́̑D͔̔ ͚̑B͕̪̹̞̆͆̑͌̕͜Y̘͝Ḙ̈

He was fairly keyed up. Attempted to calm down with taking his camera to the beach. But the stupid tremor in his hands ruined every shot. Nathan settled onto the sand instead; lighting up. If he just took the edge off enough to manage would be a win in his eyes. Nobody around so he could even just zone out or at least up till that voice approached. 

I used to believe that there were so many Universes for you and I.

There was the one where we held it together. The one where we stuck around, worked it out, ironed out our heartbreaks and forgave one another for it all.

There was the one where there was nothing to forgive – where we grew up as slowly as we needed to, never had to turn against each other, didn’t have greater ambitions or wandering eyes or weary, mismatched hopes clasped too tightly to our chests. One where everything happened the way it was supposed to.

There was the one where it was simpler, easier, pure. The one where we wanted the same things, laughed at the same jokes, loved each other’s families as if they were our own. Where my ambitions didn’t push you out of the picture and where your insipid lack of confidence didn’t tear us apart at the seams. In that Universe, we have cats. I seem like more of a cat person in that Universe.

I have driven myself mad over the years, mapping out all of these Universes for you and I. If-only this. What-if-I’d that. Tracing and trailing through our history, there are so many moments where our galaxies split in half. Where our stars realigned and our planets shifted swiftly and we found ourselves on wildly different courses than the ones we should have taken.

But we don’t live in any of those Universes.

We live in this one, the one where we lost each other.

And this has been the hardest Universe to swallow.

Out of all of all possible Universes, we landed in the one that broke us. The one where two halves did not make a whole and every molehill turned into a mountain. This is the Universe where in ten hundred thousand tiny ways, we were wrong for each other. It’s the one where we’re always going to be.

I think that so many lovers get those alternate Universes, where they are happier and freer and more fulfilled by each other’s side. But I like to think we don’t get one. I like to think that no matter which roads we’d taken, which decisions we’d made, which errors of judgment we’d reversed, there isn’t a Universe out there that could possibly have saved us.

I want us to be that single glitch in the matrix. I want it to all be far out of our control.

Because the thing about loving you is that I’d have waded through an infinite number of Universes trying to find the one that’s right for us. The one that would have suited us, strengthened us, let us be the partners we needed to be for each other.

But there are too many galaxies out there. There are too many fractures, too many splinters, too many moments where the roads diverged and the manifestations of our choices split into ten thousand alternate lives. There are enough what-ifs out there for me to get lost in forever, and I don’t want to spend my time chasing our cosmos anymore.

I’m ready to come back to this Universe.

I’m ready to accept that there may not be another Universe out there for us. And maybe that’s okay.

There’s still Universe enough here for me.