#hp ruby

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Oh YUEAH lost power cause of the hurricane for a little while but anyway last day for the lead up to hollowpoint day posting an animatic (at 5 am in the morning classic me move) i made a while back. Baker our main villain i love her felt very her coded as the title says dont know if ill clean it up every time i try to it just doesnt give off the same energy anyways its Kiss Me Son of God by The Might Be Giants enjooooooy

[cursedwithwords]

Still thinking about the godparents and idk if this is canon, a headcanon I read somewhere, or something I completely made up, but what I imagine is

James Sirius: Hermione and Ron

Albus Severus: McGonagall and Neville

Lily Luna: Luna and Hagrid

And if that's true Albus absolutely won the godparent contest because Minerva McGonagall as his godmother? Neville Longbottom as his godfather? Shut the fuck up he's so lucky.

[serxi]

[anastasia974realqueen]

So instead of doing my homeworks, I was thinking about a Super 4 AU were they were all in Hogwarts.

Alexandre :

Alexandre and his sister Léonore live in France whith their dad, and both of them are half-blood. But between the two, it's only Alex who had magic.

Their mother came from England and she had studied at Hogwarts. She came from a long pure-blood lineage. She left her family who call her a blood-traitor for having a muggle boyfriend, since then, they have been no contact. She never tell them that she had gotten married nor that she had children. They also didn't know that she has past away.

Kendric had, over the years, made friends with wizards who is :

Gareth, a half-blood wizard who had just finish his last year at Beauxbâtons. He is also the official baby-sitter of Alex, who he had to watch if he want the boy to stay out of trouble (and trouble he get to much)

Ulf, a wizard who retired. He was a former teacher at BeauxBâtons (he also was a former teacher of Gareth). He use to teach Muggle Studies. He had a big interest in muggles and became very good friend with Kendric whom had a big interest in wizards.

Archibald is a squib. He live in the muggle-world and with the help of Kendric, is getting use of the muggle life.

They make Alex learnt some easy magical spell and with Léonore they spent time playing with her and use their magic to change the colour of her dress or making flowers appear in her hair.

Léonore love her brother, but she is a little jealous of him : he can do magic while she can't

Alex had to normally go to Beauxbâtons, but seeing that he also have the authorization to go to Hogwarts, which is known as the best witchcraft school in the entitre world (and the school his mom had studied to) he decided to go there instead

He is a Gryffindor (no surprise there)

He hate his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Fourchesac

He is Captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team, his position is being a beater

Twinkle :

She came from the wizarding world

She live in a only girl orphanage

At some point when she was younger, she accidentaly transform the head matron into a frog. Fortunately, the other workers were able to get her back to her human form but there were aftereffects such as : her having a green skin, the incapacity to stand straight and upright for a more than ten minutes, the inability to walk or run with a straight back, her jumping like a frog, her croacking like one.

Girls at the orphanage now tend to avoid her, being scare of the girl who had cast a spell so powerful that not even the adults were able to perfectly defuse it. It make Twinkle feeling lonely at times.

Since them, that woman despise Twinkle. She tell future parents who come to the orphanage to not adopt her or they will serve the same fate as her.

After that, she got herself being bullied by some girls in the orphanage. They made fun of the fact that she will never get herself adopted. The bullying stop when the girls (Lorella, Rosalba and Donella) got themselves adopted by their respective family.

Even thought her big bullies had gone, girls at the orphanage still mistreat her (but not as much) by : talking behind her back or making fun of her

Fortunately, some caregivers who work there are nice to her and treat her well

She meets Ruby, Alex and Gene on the train to Hogwarts and soon begin to be their friends

She learnt Alex and Ruby are both in their second years, while Gene is in third year

When she enter Hogwarts, the Hat put her into Hufflepuff (again no surprise there)

She was horrify to discovered that her big bullies are in Hogwarts too (Lorella is in Gryffondor, Rosalba in Slytherin and Donella in Ravenclaw). Thankfully her friends promise to keep a eye on them, to protect her and to fight them if must.

Gene :

(I actually didn't have many backstory idea for him)

He lives with his uncle Dr X in the city

His uncle is an inventor and a man of science, he got numerous degrees and he teach students at university.

Gene also love science and want to be an inventor like his uncle when he will be an adult

He use to go to a private primary school and the uniform he use to wear was very refined

I like the idea of Gene being muggleborn

Like, our boy who doesn't believe in magic suddenly have magical power

I'm sure when he did accidental magic as a child he retorts this with a logical solution such as :

"My book suddenly come to me ! It couldn't possibly be me, it was probably due to a gust of wind."

He doesn't believe in it, he think that there a rational explanation to it but he hadn't know what it is yet (and that make him angry)

He go to Hogwarts not because he got the letter but he want to have a logical explanation to ALL OF IT (he hadn't found it yet)

He got sort into Ravenclaw (again NO SURPRISE)

He hadn't got any friends during his first year stay at Hogwarts, it wasn't until the next year when Alex and Ruby arrived that he got himself friends (Twinkle later joined their group)

He was desappointed to learnt that his owl robot Lenny doesn't work at the school, he soon learnt that most muggle electronics doesn't work at Hogwarts. So instead he take his toy car with him at Hogwarts (he is very protective of it).

He has undiagnosed Asperger syndrom (my headcanon of Gene to be honest)

Ruby :

One day, while walking by the sea, Rubens had found a basket on the water, upon inspection he found a baby in it. He adopt her and name her Ruby.

Ruby always thought she is muggleborn but actually she is half-blood but she doesn't know that. She was never interest of who must be her biological parents

At Hogwarts, the Hat sent her to Slytherin (who is SURPRISE ? Again not me)

She befriend some boys in her house, they get along well and they give each other nicknames.

After only a few weeks at her being at Hogwarts, she befriend Alex and they soon become friends.

One time, Ruby was talking to Alex about her friends, the boys in her house and the nicknames they gave each other. Alex immediately make her learnt that the nickname they gave her, which is "mudblood" is actually a insult. Ruby is mad and she confront them, but above all the boy who she thought was her friend, the one that call her "mudblood" the most, the one she nickname Sharkbear. He laugh at her saying that it had take times for her to realise that and inform her that she is stupid.

Fight insued.

A few weeks later, Alex present her to Gene, who she became slowly friends to. Mostly because of what previously happen and the now little trust issues she had with friendship and because of Gene stoic and cold attitute.

The next year, while being on the train, they meet Twinkle and soon they became friend with her.

Ruby want to entered the Slytherin quidditch team but Sharkbear, who is the captain and the other boys refused to let her in, simply because she is a girl mudblood.

Fight insued.

Alien :

Idk, we can say his species, the mysterios are unique to the wizarding world ????? Like elves and goblins ???

Or they are a species that are use like service animals and known when someone blood sugar is low, or can calm someone for having a panic attack and that's why a mysterios are with them ?? Idk ??

Or they sort of guardians and protect Hogwarts and it's surroundings, they can be seen in the school, most of them at going to the kitchen were they eat the food giving by the elves

[kafus]

after i beat norman and got surf, i backtracked and fought every trainer i could before route 119, picked up items, etc, and both cereal and muffin ended up at a clean level 40 from that endeavor so here’s an update!

cereal’s hidden power type is bug, which, while physical, hits dark types that he otherwise wouldn’t be able to hit. so that’s fun. these movesets might be tweaked in the future, but honestly they’re working out really well for me right now

[oosey0]

dont look at my handwriting in this one its so genuinely embarrassing but heres some ocs for my chinese harry potters

[shattereddarknessau]

To: darkness! Ruby

*Kayla The Skeleton walks up to you*

Kayla The Skeleton: uh... Hi, I'm Kayla The Skeleton, and uh... Can you please kill mauve?

@the-mainverse

Don’t worry none of the kills are canon outside this AU, only inside.

[sk1fanfiction]

Chapter Nine: Red Rum, Red Hands

Oh, he’s spotted it,” said Blaise from behind her, his voice giddy with anticipation.

“Who?” asked Parvati.

There was no answer, because Harry and Cedric both seemed to dive in unison, robes snapping in the wind after what must be the Snitch near the ground, far too small to see.

“Now, the technique Potter’s using’s called a Spiral Dive—” Blaise began.

“Shhh,” said Parvati, almost dangling over the railing. “They’re so close!”

The two Seekers were neck and neck, hands outstretched, pressing themselves flatter against their brooms—

Then they both pulled up. Hard. The Snitch must have slipped away.

“Well, wasn’t that hair-raising?” called Lee, and the stadium cheered in approval. “It’s still anyone’s game, sixty to eighty, Gryffindor to Hufflepuff — but Johnson’s currently doing her best to make that score even.”

The tension in Harry’s shoulders as he rose was clear even from far away. The Gryffindor stands yelled encouragement, but he seemed indifferent, unhearing as he watched the swarming chaos of red and yellow below. Cedric looked similarly contemplative.

And then, it happened.

Cedric dove.

“Diggory spotted the Snitch!” called Lee. “With Potter in pursuit — no, where’s Potter, why’s he just sitting there? Earth to Potter!”

“Why isn’t he following?” asked Parvati, the wind from Cedric plummeting blowing her hair back from her face.

She was right; Harry was just sitting there, casual as you please.

What if something’s wrong?

“Wronski Feint,” Blaise supplied. “At least, that’s what Diggory’s attempting. But Harry knows there’s nothing down there.”

Indeed, Harry’s face was tilted towards the sky, scanning the clouds with a tense, quiet determination.

Is that really what he’s doing?

Gryffindor plays Hufflepuff, but, believe it or not, Harry and Cedric's last match-up is far from the most exciting event this Saturday. Read from the beginning at FFN|AO3!

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Running gag/call sign for everyone being ready for session done and ready for us to start back up this saturday! Excited to unveil it friday night.

[starr-angelofnarnia]

The Hogwarts Houses as Precious Metals and Gems

The four Hogwarts houses are all represented by two colors. What if those colors represent jewels? One color is a precious metal, and the second color is a gemstone.

Gryffindor- Gold and Ruby

This was one of the easiest to find. There are plenty of Ruby and gold combinations, but this particular pendant is flashy, suitable for Gryffindors who appreciate boldness.

Hufflepuff- Tungsten and Fire Opal

I don't know if I even want to admit how long it took me to figure this one out. The easiest metal choice would have been black gold, but I wanted each house to have their own metal or alloy. As for stones, I looked at citrine, amber, and diamond but couldn't find them with the right metal type. I finally found this beauty. It's very unique, but also simple, which fits Hufflepuff. (By the way, this ring is thicker at the bottom because of the reflection.)

Ravenclaw- Bronze and Sapphire

Happy coincidence the band is navy blue as well. But this watch is a bronze bezel encrusted with sapphires. Something about a watch just seems academic to me, so definitely appropriate for Ravenclaw.

Slytherin- Platinum and Emerald

Originally, the obvious choice here was silver. But I don't think Slytherin would be content with a metal that's less valuable than that of Gryffindor. So, platinum. Emerald is the most obvious gemstone. And, I found an intricate, antique style ring to fit the classic and deep traditions style of the house.

I enjoyed doing this, even though I probably spent waaay too much time on it. Also, the internet thinks I'm either getting engaged or looking to buy jewelry now because I'm being bombarded with jewelry advertisements. Oh well, worth it.

What do you think about my choices and this theory (ish thing)?

Links to the jewels I referenced are below the cut.

Resources:

https://www.jamesavery.com/pendants/spanish-lace-birthstone-pendant/CM-5538-948990.html?srsltid=AfmBOoqhbDMTa69Ncdlxfia40_XrnXXMjj23gbH0vwhk_2l1fBBvKcOA_r4&gQT=1

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1745472729/his-or-hers-wedding-band-pineapple-gold

https://www.bellross.com/eu/en-gb/BR-03-92-DIVER-BLUE-BRONZE-SAPPHIRE-BEZEL

https://www.etsy.com/listing/466191997/platinum-emerald-ring-pt900-art-deco

[rwbyangst12]

We're talking about

Yang "Top Signal Academy student" Xiao Long, who immediately becomes suspicious and starts analysing her own uncle and headmaster out of instinct when she's told something is up.

Ravenclaw traits: Intelligence, thirst for knowledge, wisdom, wit, quick thinking, originality, creativity.

If an intelligent person was truly intelligent they would know how to explain things more simply to those not as smart as them, Yang is easy going and she was calm in explaining her traumatic life story to someone who at the time to her was no more than stranger turned teammate turned mutual friend. I think she can explain how to do Charms to a first and second year.

Blake "Broke into highly secured facilities since like 12" Belladonna, who while likes reading, is way too impulsive and thinks with anger in fights and jumps in too quickly without a plan when she's set off and tried talking to an unconscious body while fighting and will tackle racists on sight.

Gryffindor traits: Bravery, Chivalry, Courage, Passionate, Determination, Confidence.

Blake has been fighting for her rights since she was a child and while having a hard time being confident and trusting people about who she was and when she bagan trusting her team and she finally told them about why she was in the White Fang and what it meant to her growing up. Why she leaves everything and everyone in her desire to protect others from her enemies and herself.

Weiss "The Ultimate Ride or Die" Schnee. She knew these girls for like a three months (all of them with some form of criminal record) and immediately goes I will commit several crimes for us to be reunited cause I miss you.

Hufflepuff traits: well-rounded, loyalty, honesty, fairness, hardworking, loving, responsible.

Weiss has worked hard her entire life to be a Huntresses and ever since she became heiress to the SDC she worked to maintain her position. Weiss at first was icy and rude to everyone but when she started trusting her teammates they were given glimpses of what her life was like before Beacon. She didn't want to be known as just Jacques' heiress or second daughter, she wanted to make a name for herself and she did. Not only is she a famous singer but she also an incredibly talented Huntresses. She gives herself and her teammates a chance against tough opponents using her Dust knowledge and her Glyphs which creates an even playing field.

Ruby "Lying to the government" Rose, the girl who left her family with a letter and lead her friends across continents for nearly a year, the girl who was nominated the leader of peers two years older than her because of her ability to think on the fly and utilise everyone's abilities to take down a tough opponent. The girl who impressed the SPIRIT OF KNOWLEDGE for her resourcefulness.

Slytherin: Loyalty, Self-preservation, cunning, leadership, resourcefulness.

Ruby is the leader of Team RWBY and their main strategist. She makes plans that utilise everyone's strengths and abilities. In the Vytal festival when she wasn't backed by anyone she wasn't worried or scared because Weiss immediately showed up. Either she was stationed close by or she knew that one of her teammates was going to make it to her quickly. She has a lot of faith in her team.

When CRWBY were in Argus and fighting the giant mech she jumped into a gun barrel/canon to deactivate it from the inside and when she tried shooting Cordovin dead in the forehead. Cordovin probably would've died if the glass wasn't reinforced/protected.

When Ruby goes to beat the Leviathan with her Silver Eyes and realises she's not got enough time she calls to Jinn, who would freeze time once she was summoned, to get more time and while Jinn didn't like being called for no reason she approved of the methods Ruby was using. In Atlas Ruby was willing to lie to Ironwood and the government several times (even before that back at Beacon)

My girl Ruby is a Slytherin.

And as much as I give the girl flak for the bad decisions they've made I can't blame them because those decisions are ultimately the writers fault for making their characters static or not characters at all.

RWBY: HOGWARTS AU

*Where the first impression of the girls doesn’t go all the way with the stereotype of their house.

Yang - “the blonde bimbo”, “party girl”, “the brute”, that is a Ravenclaw, who yes, may be laid back, but is the kind of smart that don’t need to study for exams, that is really good as a tutor because she put at ease the students and put complicated process or information in a simpler way, the one who actually listen to teachers talk the theory of whatever they are doing, and also being one of the best dualist in school because her spells are so powerful.

Blake- “the quiet one”, “bookworm”, “Antisocial”, is a Gryffindor, the first one to protest any kind of injustice against muggleborns and magical creatures, who skips classes to gather information for whatever crusade she is in, (she totally will be one of the founder of something like “Dumbuldore Army),  and who (just really close friends known) that she can get away with revenge/pranks because she already knows nonverbal spells.

Weiss- “the icequeen”, “what´s that supposed to mean”, “the heiress”, as a Huffelpuff, like the best in potions of her generation and a rigid prefect, as the most hardworking in whichever she put her mind on,  babytalks like it were cute puppys to almost all magical creatures, (she would totally had a soft spot for the Thestral even if she can’t see them),  loyal to the bone for the ones she loves.

Ruby- “little red”, “dolt”, “such a naive girl”, is the Slytherin……and a little shit, the one who skip a year for being a prodigy with magic, Capitan of the quidditch team (great strategyst) who driven goal is to be the fastest seeker, the one who later on would use any information (provided before) that can give her and her friends advantage in dangerous situations a quick thinker and a very dedicated and inspiring leader.  

-Note: (It may sound like in my descriptions that Ruby is very cold, but I imagine that she would be the biggest twist of a Slytherin, same personality and pure heart as the show, but highlighting the traits that can make her work in that house).

Random Headcanon: if they have like a Quidditch team for hogwarts and games against another magic schools (kind of like triwizard tournament but with more team contenders)

*Seeker/Capitan: Ruby

*Keeper: Jaune -(Phyrra would be the one in the keeper position until Cinder happen)

*Beaters: Nora-Yang

*Chasers: Weiss-Blake-Ren  

*Oscar some kind of manager (like in the sports anime) if that exists.

*And Qrow is the coach and dysfunctional but I try my best mom

[salisc00l123]

guh,,, i’ve never requested a fanfic B4….

can U make a 1x4 x gn!reader smut Please,,, u don’t know me.

😢I GESS i oill.....here 1x reader (1X4 will use all pronouns) -

"1X4 X G/N!READER"

"PEACE OFFERING."

You were at a mere 20 HP,one hand grasped over the gashing wound on your shoulder.The rest of your team and the healers were wiped out,blood splattered on the walls and grass of PLANET VOSS.You were hiding in one of the white buildings,leaning against the wall with blood trickling down your twitching arm onto the floor. You were about to peek out,before 1X4 peeked in,a grin on his zipper-esque mouth.You breathlessly whimpered,shaking your head. "Wait!Wait,wait,wait,wait!Please don't kill me yet!I..-I've got a peace offering!" You pleaded desperately,turning around and presenting yourself to them.It was a damn stupid idea,but anything that would work,right?You only had a minute left,if you could distract her from killing you for a minute,you could POTENTIALLY win. At first,they didn't say anything,staring at your injured,weak form.You were expecting a blade to be jabbed into the back of your head,but instead,you felt a hand roughly grab the side of your waist,pushing you against the wall more.His hate-filled eyes glaring at the back of your head,a low,amused chuckle coming from them.

"So desperate.."

It cooed slyly,squeezing your flesh.They roughly rutted their hips against your ass,huffing.One hand reached up to grab the back of your hair,tugging on it.

"So eager to live.."

Her slimy,neon green tentacle-esque genitalia swiped the crevice of your rear,leaving a slick liquid in its path.

"It's almost cute..."

They yanked your head back,a soft grunt coming from you.You offered yourself,and it was too late to back down now.

It growled,the genitalia pulsating warmly,yearning for you and your warmth.Your wounded arm was throbbing with pain,blood coating your whole limb from below the shoulder. You let out a strained moan as she thrusted deep inside of you without a warning,a raspy groan coming from their mouth.

Its hotness and slick length filled you up,it squirming once your tightness surrounded them.He panted,other hand tightening its grip in your hair.

You stared at the ground,face flushed a bright ruby-red. "H.holy shit.." You hissed through your teeth.

They didn't waste any time and started pounding into you with the tightest vice-like grip on your body ever.The only things that your ears could pick up on were the loud pants and growls coming from her.

Her other hand on your waist snaked up to your throat,holding you tightly there,but not enough to asphyxiate you..yet.

"You feel..so good."

They hissed,hips pistoning in and out of you as their own liquid from their arousal dripped out of your needy back entrance.You could hardly breathe from how rough and fast she was going.Your legs could barely stand still without a few trembles and quivers.

Suddenly,his face leaned forward,biting onto the side of your neck with hot drool dripping down your shoulder.Their thrusts got more frenzied,holding you closer to its hips.Before long,hot loads shot from the slit in their genitalia into you,a high-pitched growl came from her.The liquid drooled from your ass once he pulled out only slightly. You were about to say somethin else,but the round was over and you won,but at the cost of your dignity.

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 26 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

Content Warnings: This chapter is Red, Igris, & < Devourer > butterflies-centric—sorry, little to no JinwooxReader in this one; this chapter also contains some elements of gore—this is a work of fiction and I do not condone or glorify violence in real life; my attempts at magical anatomy—'cause college is still kicking my ass when it's the holidays, so I must apologize if this chapter might be boring; & experimental writings—a.k.a. me trying out a different style of being more descriptive and new p.o.v.s shifts.

See more in the < End Note > in case the descriptions in this chapter do not deliver as well as I had hoped + extra funsies.

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

——oOo——

{ < Children of ‘Trial Player’ >

File 001# - Quick Status Window

< Red >

Lv. MAX

"The Ducchess"

Would you like to initiate < Title Change >?

<<Yes>>   <No>

Initiating < Title Change > . . .

< Red >

Lv. MAX

“The Devourer”

< Title Change > successful!

Specialty Passive Skill: < Crimson Carnage > is activated!

*In the duration of < The Feast >, user will gain 3× the energy and experience points from consuming lifeforce. Both can still be distributed to fellow < Children of ‘Trial Player’ >.

Stats: < HP >, < Stamina >, and < Mania > are now boosted.

Special Note: “Sustain the flesh, blind the soul.”_ }

——oOo——

At the center of the morbid tableau, Igris saw her.

A study in grace—a slender silhouette clad in velvety white and traces of black, the intricate patterns of her wings shimmered like molten rubies on flowing sleeves and coat tails. Every little movement was deliberate yet seamlessly flowed amidst havoc, out of place yet undeniably captivating.

Amid the blood-soaked carnage, she seemed untouched by the grime and chaos. Unhurried steps so light, the heels of her boots left no imprint on the sodden earth. She weaved through devoured carcasses left and right with the same grace as she would have when flying in her butterfly form.

A rapier on one hand, her crimson eyes, languid yet sharp, fixed on the dungeon boss his Liege had felled—once a towering centaur-like beast, its body now laid on the ground with its neck slashed open. Red approached its head, its purple blood pooled under, yet there was not a single splash when she stepped on it, only calm ripples.

The thin silver blade emitted wisps akin to flames as she got close enough. At the same level of its eye, it was clear that the beast’s vacant optic that stared into the void was larger than her head.

Shing!

Igris caught the quick circular slash of metal, and at first, there seemed to be nothing amiss. At least until—

Gush!

Viscous liquid burst out like a jet stream, becoming a heavy downpour as it fell. In a split second, Red’s figure was swallowed by the waterfall, the blood pooling underneath widening in size.

It was not until a few seconds later that the curtain of purple lifted enough for everyone to finally get a glimpse, the outline of the figure in it. As the stream progressively lessened in its intensity and amount, Red didn’t move a single step from her position, and it was revealed later that she remained as pristine as ever, not even her pants were soiled by the icky violet. She stood there under an umbrella where her rapier had been, the white material unstained as the droplets of blood dripped down from the lace decorated with red gems.

When the outburst of blood around the beast’s eye finally ran out, the remaining little amount of liquid cascading down the orb, the unseeing eye shifted. Red took a step to the side as the beast’s eyeball rolled out of its socket onto the purple ground, following it were the blood vessels, nerve optic, and tendons with their detached ends cut short.

When the eyeball stopped rolling, there was a swarm of butterflies at the ready, and soon, the globe was surrounded and began to be gnawed on by the voracious insects.

Red remained unbothered. She went to close her umbrella, and then pulled at its handle, revealing that it was a scabbard as the thin blade came to view once again. The umbrella disappeared in red wisps as Red jumped onto the beast's massive head and began to chop away. First at his antlers, the bony branches fell to each side with its cut-edges blackened, and began to glitch away until the whole antlers vanished into air, presumably stored into your inventory.

Igris also caught her next slash: a horizontal one, and then a vertical that was instantly followed by a backflip—Red landing on the beast’s upper body behind the detached head.

Something similar to before happened, it took a few seconds after the initial swing of her blade for the blood to burst, first from the horizontal cut that detached the snout and the next was from the rest of the head splitting into two halves right in the middle. Igris recognized this delayed reaction, it was the body that didn’t realize it was cut the moment it was when the cut was done far too quickly for it to respond in time.

Igris knew this because he was also capable of doing such. However…

The rapier was not a blade meant to slash like other swords typically. It was meant for prioritizing speed and precision, capitalizing on its user’s dexterity and finesse. And Red had proven she had all of these qualities when she had done exactly thrusting attacks when they fought together moments prior.

A rapier was a sword meant to pierce.

So how in his Liege’s name did she was able to cut through flesh and bones so easily with that same slender and pointed blade?

The only possible explanation Igris could think of was the use of magic, the red wisps as the proof. It was not unlikely for swordsmen and swordswomen capable of magic to use them to enhance their attacks, be it the body or the weapon itself. Perhaps she used magic to give the blade sharper edges and fortified it to not break under heavier pressure? Then she also needed more strength to accomplish that clean cut.

But was that all there was to it when her stances were just as odd?

As though caught in an endless waltz, even in combat, Red’s steps were odd. It wasn’t practical; it was theatrical, the combination of sheer extravagance and fluidity of it all.

It wasn’t the typical disciplined efficiency of a warrior’s training. No, her movements carried the flair of high society, the sway of aristocrats at frivolous galas.

{”I am aware that you do not fancy such occasions,”}

It reminded Igris of the rare instances when he had been forced to attend those annoying noble gatherings in life—when he could’ve been fighting on the battlefield instead—standing stiff and indifferent at the edge of opulent ballrooms, enduring the swish of gowns and the hum of violins for the sake of duty.

{An upturned of plump lips glistened, as though painted by blood, something he was more familiar with—}

Or perhaps it was more akin to the high-end performances he had glimpsed while on patrol, the kind that packed theaters and sparked envy among the masses unable to afford. The kind where tickets were scarce and disputes over seating made so much ruckus and his duties more complicated—stagnating his training, the progress to his goal—in the past.

{”However…” An extended hand delicately hidden under satin glove.}

Those fleeting moments were far from meaningful to him, but they had left enough of an impression for him to recognize the same artistry now.

Her moves weren’t a metaphorical dance of the blade, the way swordsmen sometimes fought with an almost artistic rhythm.

No, Red was dancing—truly dancing.

{—she was more familiar to him than anything else in this godforsaken room.}

Every pivot was a pirouette, every sweep steeped in poise, every sway she put her heart into it. A face so serenely doing her calling, not caring who was watching or what the world might think of the unconventionality. She moved as though the battlefield was her stage and she its prima ballerina.

And, to Igris’s astonishment, it worked—brilliantly, might he add.

{”Can you humor this lady just once,”}

A match, a complimentary to his own.

He had never seen anything like it before.

{”Sir Knight?”}

“How fascinating.”

Even before Red had taken her current form, Igris had always been intrigued by the red butterfly that had inexplicably taken a liking to him—or so you had claimed.

To him, she had always carried an air of refinement that set her apart. Every flutter of her iridescent wings was not without purpose, Red had always been peculiarly polite and oddly dignified for a summon. When the shadows discovered they could communicate with the butterflies—a feat made possible, apparently, through a telepathic mechanism Igris only vaguely understood as a mix of their mimicry of shadows and some illusions—Red’s demeanor stood out for her articulate and courteous responses.

Now, that same poise radiated from her in full force.

As Red continued to cut away the dungeon boss’s body into smaller pieces so the other butterflies would have an easier time to eat, an acrid smell wafted. Igris caught the sight of blackened spots and edges on some chopped fleshes. Only when a bone fell with its cut-side directly visible to him did Igris have his answer.

Fire.

The surface of the cut on the bone was completely blackened—no, charred.

Not every chopped part was; the fleshes mostly remained fresh which Red might have enough strength to cut through. But when it came to a harder material like the bone, the cut was always completely burned. And the fleshes that did have that discoloration must’ve been the skeletal muscles, the closest one to the bones—that meant Red had control over when and how much heat was needed.

Red landed back on a puddle in the ground with grace—again, no splash, just ripples—her rapier disintegrating into the same red wisps as her magic, the motion was like a ballerina’s reverence. As the dungeon’s boss body fell in neat cubicle pieces behind her, the red butterflies closing in to eat like a curtain-call.

A step accompanied by a ripple.

Another followed.

Red walked towards a minion’s corpse, significantly smaller than the boss’, but was still noticeably larger than her own. While the body below the neck was already getting chewed on, the head was left untouched. With deliberate care, Red knelt beside it, her tailcoat pooling around her like spreading wings.

Right hand took off the left’s glove, the remaining other pulled by teeth until the delicate and pale fingers underneath was revealed. As both pieces of dark leather vanished into thin air, black nails trailed along the beast’s jawline in an almost gentle gesture, as though caressing a long-lost lover.

She began to hum, a calming melody that sent chills through Igris. It wasn’t a tune he recognized, but there was something uncomfortably intimate about it, as if she were singing a lullaby for a child.

A small ornate dagger materialized, fingers curling around its handle in firm. The ornate blade gleaming in the muted light as she raised it high—

Stab!

Igris flinched—a reaction he hadn’t experienced in years—as the silver tip plunged into the beast’s unseeing eye.

Similar to the new… feeding routine of the butterflies, he had no problem with the act of stabbing itself—it was the way the scene unfolded, like an oil painting came to life. The illustrated content long debated between the brutality it actually depicted behind strokes of beautiful paints, pure white among vivid reds and deep shadows.

Red pulled the dagger free with practiced ease, and with it came the beast’s eyeball.

The strings of optic nerve and blood vessels stretched from the force; the other end clung stubbornly to the socket. With a flick of her wrist, they broke in the middle, the orb held aloft like a precious gem while the bundle of fibers dangled from it, swaying like a clock’s pendulum.

The dagger, now acting as a makeshift fork, brought the eyeball to her lips. Her sharp canines peeked through as she bit into the orb. A brief sight—a single rivulet of viscous fluid trickling down the corner of her lips to her chin—was almost immediately hidden behind a palm, as if the act of showing the sight itself was most impolite. An accidental stroke in the otherwise masterful portrait.

Despite the slight hiccup, Red maintained her composure. The dagger in her right replaced by a materialized handkerchief that she dabbed over her lips daintily, catching any stray pieces as she quietly chewed. Her carmine gaze closed to savor, as though she were merely fine dining at a dinner gala, the orchestra of carnage its backdrop.

“Hm...” She swallowed delicately, her voice a dulcet whisper that carried through the stage. “A bit too earthy for my taste.”

The corner of her mouth lifted in a serene smile, and the usual sight of her upturned lips would’ve been captivating—it was still—but now, Igris didn’t think just one word would do the scene in front of him their due.

“Well?” Red turned her head slightly, vermillion orbs opening with a glint.

“What do you think, children?”

——oOo——

The red kaleidoscope seemed to simultaneously pause mid-feast, a brief change in their pattern, a different flutter. Distant bells in the wind, like twinkling stars given voice.

Chime. Chime. Chime. Gurgle. Chime—

‘Gurgle’?

A tremor ran through the swarm. Their luminous bodies wavered, light bending strangely around some, as if space itself recoiled. The chimes grew discordant, warping into something wet and bubbling, like air escaping through viscera.

Squish…

A single butterfly convulsed midair. Tiny form curling in on itself, shrinking—no, collapsing. Wings folded inward with a schlk, dissolving into a raw essence of erratically pulsing mass of light. And from that quivering cocoon, something grew.

SQUELCH!

A spine unraveled; a spider’s threads pulled taut from unseen tether. Bones spiraled into existence, each piece of vertebrae locking into place with a sharp click. From there, the thin golden tendrils further expanded the structure like a time-lapsed birth—simultaneous yet seamless.

Upward, forming the trachea, jawbone snapping into place with a muted crck. The smooth curve of a skull, hollow sockets yawning open, vacant.

Downward, the pelvis solidified, grinding against before anchoring the extending femurs and other bones that would shape the legs, feet, and toes. Similarly for the upper extremities, from the shoulder bones, lengthening arms, hands, and down to the phalanges that made up each finger.

Inward, ribs sprouted from the spine’s embrace with a slow, deliberate snap-snap-snap, spreading like curved thorns, forming a cage locked by the sternum. And nestled within that hollow prison, a small thing took shape, suspended in the air just like the rest, a crystalline jewel held between unseen fingers.

Motionless—silent.

{How far can an imitation of life go?}

Like roots seeking soil, nerves branched out, mapping, in search of something to anchor to. Alongside them, veins crawled along the ivory framework, seeking to create the intricate web to feed, growing from that very same confined still-mass at the center.

Like ink spreading through water, a deep crimson bloomed then—

Ba-dump.

A pulse rippled through the arteries as blood surged outward, painting the spectral shifting-mass with life as raw organs came into being. Lungs, pinkish and fragile, swelled as if on the verge of their first breath, filling the rest of the ribcage. A brain placed snug within the skull where the eyeballs popped in their sockets. The liver slid into place with a damp plorp, intestines coiled like serpents, slick in the dim settings.

The stomach, kidneys, and so forth, each instrument settled into their place perfectly between the smooth walls of bone while sinew knitted around them like a loom at work over shifting joints. Nerves and veins threaded through all as muscles stretched over them in a weave where limbs twitched to life. True skin followed suit from behind, covering the exposed curves of the body and face with the same abnormal growth, each feature smoothed into an eerie, flawless symmetry.

For a time, what were under were still just as see-through even with the steady appearance of the outermost layer. At least, until the translucent skin neared its completion of sealing over the body. What should be the healthy complexion creeping in as the flesh and dermis closed over the last exposed area—a last glimpse over the beating heart.

{If you lie long enough—}

As naked as a newborn, a maiden’s bare feet kissed the slick, viscous blood pooling beneath. The deep purple clung, stark against the rain-watered surface, too pristine, like a being sculpted rather than born. Her wings, now immense as they adjusted to the owner’s new form, stretched one final time before shuddering. As if exhaling their last breath, the glittering membrane melted into the smooth planes of her back, disappearing as if they had never been there.

As if the one left standing was undoubtedly just a mere human.

And more followed.

A notable number of butterflies went through the same collapse. Delicate bodies unraveling, twisting, blooming like life in fast motion. Their arrival was heralded by the symphony of growth—cartilage cracking, skin sealing with quiet, wet whispers, the sickeningly organic sounds of something becoming, of creating features to each of their own.

Save for the rain, the silence of a field of mannequin settled after.

Until one threw her head back, auburn locks following her every movement, a new set of green eyes catching light under the drizzle.

The undeniably rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, making motions with her rosy lips—the sound light and airy, almost melodic.

{—won’t it become the truth?}

Following the lead, a second one, black of hair, brown of skin, and hazel for eyes, also started tittering. Joined by a third, white-haired and red-eyed, clapping gleefully. A fourth followed, and then a fifth, sixth, and the rest—small delighted laughs that grew louder and louder—a crescendo.

The first to move wobbled slightly on her feet, crouching beside the nearest carcass, fingertips tracing its ruined hide with something akin to fascination. Then, with a motion of deceptive ease, the beast’s skin peeled away with a wet rip.

She stumbled back, losing her balance and landing onto her haunches with a childlike-“Oof!”, even as the spray of warm, sticky blood came into contact with her side. She clutched the torn chunk in her bloodied cradle—like a prize, fresh crescent marks forming under digging nails—uncaring of the fleshy part still dripping onto her lap.

She lifted it to her mouth, a peek of growing canines between parted lips before teeth sunk into meat and tore them away under. Icky purple painted her chin, ran down the pale column of her throat as she chewed, staining the pristine surface that magic had so carefully perfected.

The very first taste on her tongue, of iron thick and rich.

When she eagerly swallowed, the others followed.

The butterflies—those still in their original form—perched alongside their newly reborn kin. Together, the feast began anew, of chimes and tearing flesh, of lips smacking against dripping muscles, of mirthful hums between gulps. Until each was bathed in the mix of blood and rain, violet dripping from fluttering wings and tresses from head to toe.

And at the center of it all, Red’s smile lingered, sealing her sight once more—content.

End Note:

Unedited Draft of [25/02/2025]

I'm back y'all! 🥳

For a short while at least. 🥹

I might've gone overboard writing the descriptions for this one. 😅 I'm not so sure on how well I am at describing action sequences, I still want to add them, so I'm learning as I go! 🫡 And so sorry if the magical anatomical sequence felt like a lesson, it's definitely NOT a real-life lesson okay? Please note the ✨️fantasy✨️-elements!

I'm already out of ideas on what more to edit to make this chapter better, so let me know your thoughts on this! 🥰

And just for clarification, what I want to depict for Red's fighting style is not true swordmanship. Igris stated that her moves are more theatrical, not efficient. The butterflies are not meant to surpass the shadows in direct combat, with few exceptions. They can hold their ground long enough if push comes to shove. 🦋💀

As for Red's dance-based fighting style, I would like to add that it will not be copy-paste Cha Hae-in's. I would like to think Hae-in's is like "she fights like she dances", while what I want for Red's is more like "she uses dances to fight". This will correlate to Red's other title by the system that will be revealed in the future, but what I can say now is that Red won't have or in any way take Hae-in's title. Our lovely Hae-in will still be the only one nicknamed "The Dancer" as she deserves, and I will NOT take that away from her 😤❤️

I also took my chance on writing Igris' backstory from what we know of him right now, mainly from the brief info I got from reading the Solo Leveling: Arise wiki, so plus some creative liberties to match the story. I DO NOT play the game—interested, but don't exactly have the time to try it out—so feel free to send corrections if I got any info wrong. 🙏

Anyone interested in theorizing what's up with Red and Igris? 🤭

Also, I mentioned 3 new humanoid butterflies here with more physical decriptions than the rest, but still less than the leaders of kaleidoscopes (the main 8 butterflies, i.e. Red, 'Bel', Trick, Neonie, Blanche, Sol, Gale, & Aria).

The 3 mentioned here—

Auburn-haired, green eyes, with olive skin;

Ravenette, hazel eyes, with brown skin;

White hair, red eyes, albino

—are meant to be background characters kinda easter egg. So, for funsies, can any of you figure out which 3 shadows soldiers these butterflies are supposed to be counterparts of?

Hint: They are only mentioned in the Solo Leveling anime's media, as far as I know. 🤔

And last but not least, in celebration of this chapter being Red-centric, a dear friend of mine and fellow beloved Reader of Trial Player AU, @eternadreeblissa, who somehow predicted this chapter being Red-centric (just kidding, but it's still very good timing since I don't remember ever spoiling her on this chapter until AFTER she sent her gift), sent me this absolutely fucking gorgeous panel of Red from Chapter 20 😍

I'm dying from happiness ASDFGHJKL

Boo, I love you so much. ❤️❤️❤️

Please check it out y'all! And better yet, check out her blog, her arts are so 🩷❤️🖤

Feedbacks are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. 🙏💕

[sk1fanfiction]

old draft of chapter 1 of instruments of darkness

"Ehwaz and eihwaz are different runes," Hermione instructed, peering over Ruby's shoulder.

Ancient Runes, since she'd taken it second year, had become her de facto elective. She'd also picked Muggle Studies (an easy Outstanding) and Divination (given she'd had some practice with it). Even so, Ruby had to cram like crazy the last few weeks if she hoped to pass her finals.

The only reason she even had Ancient Runes, Ruby reflected, was because she'd begged Dumbledore (in order to help her summon Tom Riddle into a physical existence from the diary). She supposed he wouldn't be granting any requests any time soon; in fact, she was lucky to have avoided his office so far. Ruby dreaded it, but she knew the day would come.

At least he had his hands full with Riddle right now. All of the professors did, in fact.

"It's not like her life depends on it," griped Ron from across the table, desperately re-reading his Charms textbook. "You've been at it for hours, anyway."

"It might," said Hermione in a dark tone. "Eihwaz?"

It took a while to drudge up the snippet of rune poem; a sort of combination of alphabet and mnemonic.

"The yew is a tree with rough bark,

hard and fast in the earth, supported by its roots,

a guardian of flame and a joy on native land," Ruby quoted.

"Ehwaz?"

She shrugged. "Something about a horse?" Although the eihwaz verse seemed stuck in her head, the others were not so easy to remember.

Anthony, who had appeared to be asleep before, perked up and said:

"The horse is a joy to princes in the presence of warriors.

A steed in the pride of its hoofs,

when rich men on horseback bandy words about it;

and it is ever a source of comfort to the restless."

"What's that got to do with the use of ehwaz?" Ruby complained. "I can use eihwaz to set fires. What would I ever need a horse for!"

Anthony had opened his mouth to explain, but she shook her head, opening her Charm textbook and suggesting that she and Ron practiced Cheering Charms on each other. It wouldn't matter if she scraped the lowest of passes in Ancient Runes as long as she passed her core classes.

"Where's Harry?" asked Anthony, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Ruby gestured with a nod towards the windowsill where he sat, watching the rain.

He'd been like that the past few weeks; mopey and sullen, with massive eye bags — by all counts, trying to catch Riddle about the castle at night, to no avail.

But she wouldn't think about Riddle; it made her sick.

Harry wandered back from the window, drawing up a seat at the table; Anthony lifted his head slightly. He tapped one of the runes in Hermione's obsessively neat notes.

"What's this one?"

Ruby peeked over the top of her Charms textbook at a jagged s-rune, like a lightning bolt. Lightning's auspicious, she remembered suddenly.

"Sowilo."

"Sun is the shield of the clouds

and shining ray

and destroyer of ice," Anthony elaborated, but his face was twisted in an expression of utter distaste.

[wisteria-lodge]

Better Names for the HP Epilogue Kids:

thank you @arkadijxpancakes, @fire-vvhiskey, @missbrunettebarbie, @the-phoenix-heart and the ask box anons for the excellent suggestions! I liked them so much that I just wanted to group them all in one place.

HARRY / GINNY

Fredrick (if he's the first Weasley clan grandson, and George is okay with it, Ginny might insist on this one)

Sirius (I do think it makes sense to go with Sirius, but to use it as a first name. Sirius Black's name was never officially cleared, and I think Harry would be on top of that post-war. Naming his son Sirius would be a very clear, political, statement of intent.)

Alfred (Honors Fred without being on the nose, and the Al- honors Albus without out being too on the nose. Also very Weasley-coded.)

Ariana (Honors Albus... but Harry isn't conflicted about Ariana, and it doesn't cast as huge a shadow over the kid (one step away from naming him Merlin, honestly.) Also, I think Albus would honestly be pretty uncomfortable with a child named after him, and would prefer one named after his sister)

Evan (Very classy way to name a kid after Lily Evans)

Fleamont “Monty” (Important Potter family name with a Weasley-coded nickname)

Godric (Honors Lily, James and Albus who all lived at Godric's Hollow. And of course Godric Gryffindor, because Harry and Ginny are two of the loudest Gryffindors to ever Gryffindor.

Wulfric (One of Albus' middle names, so a more subtle way to honor him. Also that "Wolf" part brings in Remus)

Ruby (Fits in well with the other Weasley names, very Gryffindory, would be an adorable way to name someone after Hagrid.)

Holly (Cute, Weasley-coded, and a botanical name like Lily while bringing in the protective elements of Harry's holly wand.)

Minerva (Harry and Ginny both have nothing but good associations, it's a good name, and "Minnie" is a cute Weasley-ish nickname. Also makes more sense than 'Luna,' which they went for in-canon.)

The Weasleys seem to possibly favor names with an Arthurian vibe (Arthur, Percy) and they are very wizardy in a way Harry might enjoy. So some options in that category:

Vivienne (magical character)

Elaine (also happens to be the "Lily Maid," so another way to get Lily in there)

Gawain (very Gryffindor kind of guy)

Guinevere (Gwennie or Jenny for short. Ginny and Jenny would be very cute)

RON / HERMIONE

Jean (Hermione's middle name, and very possibly her mom's name. It would make a lot of sense to name kids after Hermione's (muggle) parents)

Harriet (cute way of naming a kid after Harry, who is basically family to both Hermione and Ron)

Everyone seems to like the idea of Hermione and Ron going to Shakespeare for their names. 'Hermione' is a Shakespeare name, and it makes sense that she would favor a muggle writer who loves to write about magic. Some good options:

Hero (Ron would think this is cute and funny)

Rosalind

Prospero / Prosper (naming a son after the wizard character would be fun for both of them)

Miranda (the wizard's daughter)

Owen (after wizard Owen Glendower)

Viola

Lysander

Imogene

Robin (Robin Goodfellow, so fairy/magic connection)

Benedick

Perdita (Hermione's daughter in A Winter's Tale. Hermione would get a kick out of this)

Toby

Edgar

Eleanor

Sebastian

Tamora

DRACO / ASTORIA

Corvus (This is the constellation that would have been in the sky during the Battle of Hogwarts/Voldemort's death, which makes it a classy choice... but it also does show up in the Fantastic Beasts films as a super Lestrange name, and Draco would know that.)

Regulus (makes a LOT of sense to honor another Death Eater who changed sides, as well as the Black family. Underlines the importance of family tradition while also allowing Draco to telegraph exactly where his new loyalties lie.)

Berenice (also referencing a constellation above the death of Voldemort. Means 'victory bringer,' which - appropriate.)

Aquila (another astronomy name. Latin for "Eagle," which might make a nice pair with Astoria, which means "Hawk.")

Amalthea (very, very pretty and soft astronomy name.)

Sylvius/Sylvia (Latin "forest." Nice, standard pureblood name, but the meaning does have a nice overlap with Astoria's maiden name, Greengrass. Also, the 'y' and 'l' sounds makes it sound really nice with 'Malfoy.')

Draco might also want to use a botanical name, to honor Narcissa. The narcissus (daffodil) is also an early spring flower, and I think that symbolism would appeal to Draco and Astoria: publicly communicate that this is a new start for the family. In that category, I like:

Iris

Hyacinth (Draco would use this name for either a boy or girl. Also sounds similar to 'Hyperion,' Scorpius' canon middle name, so presumably Draco and/or Astoria would think it sounds nice)

Forsythia (Just a very striking flower name. Also "Sythie" as a nickname is kinda cool.)

[rubys-domain]

i'm so glad there's a weekly boss i can use him to fight, as underbuilt as he is rn