#ocxdabi

I finally finished all of these!!!! General/plot info, Dance styles, fusion dance styles, fusion DANCES, and weapon preference is all under the cut 😊

First pass concepts for the fusions!! I love all three of them actually (but they feel too simple for me...)

TouBi = Black Bluefire Opal AbiTou = Laguna Agate Dabiteth = Purple Opal

All three double gem fusions identify as male and go by he/him! Obvs the TouBi one is because both Touya/Dabi identify as male, but Abiteth takes a back seat in her fusion with the boys and uplifts both of them (this is especially true with Laguna Agate, she wanted Touya to know that he was important in a fusion too <3)

And yes, TouBi is the tallest hehe <3 (he goes by Dabi though! I have no idea what the Abiteth fusions call themselves atm, no I don't want to go the Stevonnie route xD!!! I'll figure it out). Abi def calls Dabi "Tobi" to make him chase her tho <3

Don't worry, in the final fusion, the boys uplift Abiteth because she does her damnedest for them <3333

First pass at the final fusion for these three!!! She IS meant to be the Abiteth dominant one but I feel like Abiteth is a bit TOO dominant in this form, so I will probably revisit her! She has a secondary mouth like Alexandrite does, but I think I could definitely do a lot better with her design~ (honestly it feels like I was too focused on making sure you could see where each individual gem was, like Dabi is obviously the bottom section etcetc she's not a very good marriage of their 3 individual designs atm!! I can def fix that!!)

DAbiTou = Dragon's Vein Agate.

Obviously she identifies as female and goes by she/her, though I know the three VERY rarely use this fusion! Abiteth likes to be her own gem more than she likes to be fused, and Dabi/Touya prefer to be fused as a duo rather than fuse with Abiteth! (They do love each other very very very much and very very very deeply).

Part 9 / Epilogue of Help!

I spent so much time making this one look pretty, please enjoy :’ )

Nexus: Chapter 1:

You couldn't help but feel exhilarated, despite the fact that you had just gone out for morning coffee with Maya Keller, who was quickly becoming a beloved coworker. You were a scientist in a small town, and your lifelong fascination with the possibility of the multiverse was largely due to your love of Marvel comics.

Seated across from Maya, you continued to excitedly discuss your latest findings while Maya playfully rolled her eyes, as she had grown accustomed to your frequent musings.

However, your attention was suddenly drawn the moment she mentioned an ancient book.

"You know," Maya began, her voice filled with intrigue, "I recently overheard the elderly lady who runs the antique shop mention something interesting. She apparently possesses a book that, if deciphered properly, has the potential to lead to an open gateway to an alternate universe."

Your guffaw filled the air as you declared, "Now I know you're having a laugh at my expense! Me, stumbling upon a realm-crossing book? That's like finding a needle in a haystack!"

Maya, sipping her coffee, nonchalantly shrugged, her response laced with sincerity. "No, seriously, I overheard old Mrs. Peterson spoke with her shop assistant about it just the other day."

Curiosity gleamed in your eyes, and you leaned in closer, intrigued by the possibility of what Maya was implying.

"You're serious about this book?" you wondered. "Are you certain it's not just some fairytale or an elaborate hoax that Mrs. Peterson concocted to lure naive customers to her shop?"

Maya met your skeptical gaze with a determined and confident look.

"I promise you, it's not some far-fetched tale or a devious marketing trick." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The old lady seemed absolutely convinced this book has mystical powers. Apparently, it's been in her possession for some time, tucked away among her antique books and trinkets."

You stood in the modest shop, engaging in conversation with Mrs. Peterson. The antique bookstore had always been a hidden gem in town, filled with rare finds and hidden treasures. As you approached the counter, your eyes lit up at the sight of a particularly old and worn leather-bound book tucked away in the corner. The title read, "A Gateway to Another," just as Maya said.

"Excuse me," you asked, your voice tinged with excitement. "Is that book for sale?"

But to your disappointment, Mrs. Peterson shook her head, her face expressing genuine regret. "I'm sorry, dear. It's not for sale."

Your eager smile faded, replaced by a frown and a heavy feeling of defeat in your heart. "But why not?" you asked, unable to hide your disappointment.

"It took me a long time to find that book," Mrs. Peterson explained, her voice tinged with regret. "It's not something I can just part with."

As she spoke those words, you felt a stubborn determination rise within you. You had your eyes set on that book, and nothing was going to stop you from taking it home.

You stood there, taking in her words. But rather than being discouraged, the stubbornness in your heart only grew more intense. Your vision narrowed, fixating on that book with an almost possessiveness. You didn't just want it now - you needed it.

"Not for sale, huh?" You muttered under your breath, a plan already taking shape in your mind.

The corners of your lips curled up into a wicked grin as an idea took root in your mind. "Not for sale," you repeated quietly to yourself, a determined glint in your eye.

Mrs. Peterson regarded you curiously, perhaps sensing your stubbornness but unable to understand the nature of your thought process. She seemed oblivious to the fact that you were now plotting a heist of her most treasured possession.

As you pretended to mull over her words, your mind was racing to devise a plan. You couldn't just take the book and run; that would be too obvious. You needed to be subtle to find a moment when Mrs. Peterson's back was turned so you could slip the book into your bag.

You casually browsed around the shop, pretending to look at other books, all the while keeping an eye on Mrs. Peterson to find the perfect opening.

Each second felt like an eternity as you waited for the right moment. Mrs. Peterson was engaged in rearranging some books on a nearby shelf, and her back turned to you. This was it. You couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Your heart pounded in your chest as adrenaline coursed through your veins, but you forced yourself to move with controlled calm. With swift, quiet steps, you closed the distance between you and the book. It was now or never.

One hand reached out and took the book from the shelf, while the other gripped your bag tightly, ready to conceal your stolen treasure.

As you stood holding the book, a rush of accomplishment surged through you. But you knew you weren't out of the woods yet. The book was safely hidden in your bag, but you still needed to make your escape.

You took one more casual glance around the shop, making sure Mrs. Peterson was still occupied. She was still sorting books, completely oblivious to your grand heist.

Your heart was racing now, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you prepared for your grand escape. You turned and began to slowly start making your way towards the exit, casually walking past Mrs. Peterson, as if nothing had happened.

She didn't even look up, her attention focused on organizing the books on the shelf. You were in the clear.

You hurriedly raced home, eager to decipher the secrets the mysterious book held. Once inside, you laid the book down on your desk, your palms sweaty with excitement and nervousness. Your heart thrummed in anticipation as your fingers flipped through the pages, searching for any clues to the secret of unlocking another world.

As you meticulously poured over the text, a phrase buried deep inside leaped out at you. "The gateway to another realm can be found in the dark depths of a cave."

The words vibrated in your mind like a beacon of hope. A cave, hidden deep within the shadows, held the key to unlocking the realm of endless possibilities. It all seemed like an exciting fantasy, yet the certainty in the book's words felt strangely real.

You spent hours, day in and day out, deciphering and analyzing the ancient text. It was a laborious task, but the knowledge that you were on the precipice of something remarkable kept you fueled with enthusiasm.

Eventually, you felt confident that you had extracted every ounce of knowledge from the book. It seemed to guide you towards a specific cave, a place where the veil between worlds was thin. The cave was far removed from the hustle and bustle of society, hidden in the depths of nature's embrace, offering a sense of seclusion and mystery. Even more intriguing, the moon's radiant presence was crucial. Only when the moon was at its peak in the sky would the portal be accessible.

As the days turned into weeks, you gathered your supplies and prepared for your journey. It was unlike any ordinary trip you had ever taken. You were on a mission to reach a realm beyond imagination. Everything had to be perfect, from the right tools, equipment, and safety measures to the right timing and weather conditions.

As the designated day finally arrived, you woke up before the sun even rose. Excitement and nerves mingled inside you as you reviewed the contents of your backpack one last time. Every essential was packed, and preparations were in order.

The moon was bright in the night sky, its glow casting an almost magical aura across the world. It was now or never.

Hours turned into an eternity, as you pushed on, fueled by adrenaline and the knowledge that the cave was so close, yet so far away. The night grew darker, and the moon grew brighter, almost as if it was guiding you through the treacherous terrain.

After what felt like an endless walk, you finally reached the cave's entrance. Your breathing was labored, and your clothes were soaked with perspiration. However, the sight of the cave's entrance caused a surge of excitement and anxiety to course through your veins.

You stood before the entrance. The darkness inside the cave seemed to devour the moonlight, casting shadows that danced on the ground. You could almost feel the cold, dank air seeping from the cave, a sign of the unknown that lurked within.

Deeper and deeper, you delved into the cave, the darkness enveloping you entirely. Your footsteps echoed off the cavernous walls as you made your way through the rocky passages. Your mind was filled with a mix of apprehension and exhilaration, every nerve tingling in the presence of the unknown.

You moved cautiously through the dark, twisting passages, your flashlight casting fleeting glimpses of the unfamiliar surroundings. Your heart beat like a drum, echoing against the cave's walls as it seemed to amplify your anxiousness. The air felt heavy, as if the cave itself was holding a breath, ready to release something incredible.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, you took a left into a narrow passageway. As you moved further, you spotted a faint blue-green glow. The glow grew brighter as you drew near, until finally, you were standing right in front of it. A ripple, a swirling vortex of multicolored hues that seemed to whisper promises of an otherworldly realm.

You stopped dead in your tracks, your brow furrowing in disbelief and recognition at the familiar voice drifting from the other side of the portal. It took you a moment to place it, the memory fluttering at the edge of your consciousness. As the voice danced through the air, you felt a pull towards the portal, a strange combination of excitement and nostalgia filling you with an inexplicable urge to step through.

"Even if the origin is a power meant to destroy, after you all risked your lives and added to it, it's come to have another meaning."

Your brain seemed to be in overdrive as you tried to place the voice that echoed from the portal. The familiarity of it was undeniable, yet the specific source evaded your grasp. The words rang in your ears, their meaning lost in the haze of recognition. You felt as if the answer was just out of your reach, the memory just a breath away, yet forever elusive.

You stood there, trying to place the familiar voice when suddenly a strange force yanked you from behind, pulling you off your feet and sending you hurtling towards the portal. You couldn't tell if it was gravity, the pull from the vortex, or something else entirely, but before you could process what was happening, you found yourself engulfed in a whirlpool of color and swirling mist.

The world around you blurred into a dizzying vortex of swirling light and color. Your senses seemed to malfunction, leaving you disoriented and confused. Were you flying? Falling? Suspended in some liminal space between reality and fantasy? Whatever it was, the sensation was both surreal and strangely comforting.

As suddenly as it began, the dizziness subsided, leaving you disoriented on the forest floor. Groaning, you struggled to gather your bearings. You lifted your head, gazing around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The forest was dense and shadowy, but the air felt crisp and fresh.

The portal had thrown you into a whole different world.

You stumbled to your feet, brushing the dirt and leaving off your clothes. As your eyes adjusted to the forest's shadowy surroundings, you spotted a trail cutting through the trees leading toward a city in the distance.

Curiosity mixed with relief as the sight of civilization offered a beacon of hope.

With the city as your destination, you began to follow the trail that seemed to lead toward civilization. Your footsteps were slow at first, hesitant after the chaotic experience of falling through the portal, but slowly, your pace picked up, fueled by a mix of excitement and curiosity.

As you walked deeper through the forest, the sounds of wildlife grew quieter, and the hum of human activity grew louder, signaling your nearing arrival to the city.

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the foreign language that adorned the signs before you. But as your brain processed the characters, you recognized them as Japanese, a language you had studied in college.

You stared in disbelief, your mind struggling to make sense of this new twist. How could the portal lead you to Japan and not the realm of fantasy you had been seeking?

As you continued walking, perplexed and lost in thought, you glanced at your surroundings. You noticed that people seemed to wear casual clothes, but there were an abundance of teenagers wearing their school uniforms, some even wearing peculiar looking accessories. Curious, you observed them more intensely when suddenly, you spotted something in the distance that made your breath catch in your throat. It was a group of students walking toward a building that you could only guess was a school, a school with the word "U.A" emblazoned on its front.

Your heart rate quickened as you realized where you stood: right in the heart of the U.A. campus, the renowned hero academy. Students walked past you, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, oblivious to the fact that you were a stranger to this world.

Your mind raced with the implications. This couldn't be real, could it? How could a portal lead you to a place you've only read about in manga and watched in anime?

Your feet felt heavy as you stood there, frozen and struggling to process the overwhelming reality that enveloped you. The noise of students chatting and laughing faded into the background as your mind grappled with the fantastical twist of fate that led you to a place you had only read about in manga and watched in anime.

Could this be a dream? A hallucination? Or had you truly stumbled into the world of My Hero Academia, a world you had only admired through the pages of manga and the screen of your anime?

The reality had begun to seep in, slowly but surely. This was not a dream, and it was not some hallucination brought on by your love for the series. You were here, in the world of My Hero Academia, standing in the shadow of U.A High School, surrounded by the young students who possessed incredible superpowers known as "Quirks."

I may also begin to post chapters here as well!