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anthurak · 2 years

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I posted 5,914 times in 2022

That's 304 more posts than 2021!

502 posts created (8%)

5,412 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,698 of my posts in 2022

#rwby - 1,749 posts

#ruby rose - 709 posts

#weiss schnee - 502 posts

#rwby ice queendom - 412 posts

#white rose - 336 posts

#otp - 296 posts

#lol - 236 posts

#gundam - 205 posts

#rwby ice queendom spoilers - 200 posts

#yang xiao long - 198 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#don't act like she's not going to absolutely have both blonde open-shirt guy and planetary pigtail girl in her harem in a couple episodes xd

My Top Posts in 2022:

So, uh... here’s an interesting trend I’ve noticed over Volumes 6, 7 and 8:

Volume 6: Ruby uses a big heroic speech to bait Cordovin into taking a shot at here, thus revealing her cannon’s weak-spot for Ruby to take out.

Volume 7: Ruby needles Harriet’s competitive streak in order to bait her into chasing her around for the entire RWBY vs. Ace-Ops fight, thereby keeping Harriet distracted and unable to help her teammates.

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1,189 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

One of my favorite things about Control is just how completely and utterly nuts/bonkers/GONE the FBC is as one of these ‘secret government blackops’ groups.

Like this is a trope we’re all fairly familiar with at this point; some secret government organization formed to monitor, contain and research all kinds of weird shit and keep it secret from the public. Also they may or may not have kinda gone totally rogue somewhere along the way and might now answer only to themselves at this point in a ‘who watches the watchers?’ commentary on the need for oversight.

But the more you find out about the Federal Bureau of Control, the more it becomes clear they just so utterly past ANY of that by the time the game begins. And have been for basically the last fifty some odd years.

Like here is a basic overview of the FBC that you learn within the first thirty or so minutes of the game: They are a secret government organization dedicated to the containment, cataloguing and research of supernatural artifacts and events. They are headquartered in what they call ‘The Oldest House’, a tall, imposing yet utterly nondescript building in the middle of New York City that is literally impossible for anyone to enter or even notice unless they already know about it. And the interior of the building is actually a twisting extradimensional labyrinth that also opens up to other dimensions/realities and might actually be the World Tree Yggdrasil. It also kind of hates any technology made in the last twenty years. And apparently Number 2 Pencils.

Oh, and the FBC doesn’t really report to the US Government. They report to a floating, inverted black pyramid that exists in a space outside of known reality that might also be the collective human subconscious. The pyramid is colloquially referred to as ‘The Board’ and they are an extradimensional entity/group of entities that appoints the Director of the FBC via the use of a physics-defying geometric gun called ‘The Service Weapon’ that is probably Excalibur/Mjolnir/every other legendary weapon in human myth. They also speak in word-salads and probably know they are in a video game.

See, back in 1964 when the FBC first discovered The Oldest House, they basically decided ‘WOW, this place is cool! Let’s make it our new headquarters!’ and promptly moved in. This was also when the current Director at the time found the Service Weapon within The Oldest House, made contact with/was chosen by The Board and from the point on the FBC really hasn’t answered to the US Government anymore.

Also, the Government basically doesn’t even know the Bureau even EXISTS anymore. Remember how The Oldest House has this kind of ‘Perception Filter’ that prevents almost anyone from entering it or even noticing it, which is how basically nobody can find it despite the fact that it is right in the middle of New York City? Well, after they moved in and became effective ‘residents’ of the house, this filter started applying to the FBC itself. They basically CAN’T be noticed or remembered at this point by anyone who isn’t part of the organization. The reason this secret organization can operate entirely off the grid and can’t be tracked is because they literally have freaky extradimensional reality-warping covering their tracks.

This is what I meant when I said that the FBC is just so far GONE. At this point, the FBC is itself a crazy, supernatural thing in and of itself.

Other fun details about the FBC include:

The Bureau facilities in The Oldest House are not powered by coal, oil or nuclear power. No, instead the lights are kept on by a former director who went a tad power-mad and lost control of his pyrokinesis, so the Bureau locked him up in a giant ‘Sarcophagus Containment’ unit and now use him as a power-generator. He also sometimes talks through the waste-disposal furnace to try and get people to bring him human sacrifices.

The maintenance sector of the FBC includes an area called the ‘Black Rock Quarry’. The so called ‘black rock’ is an extra-dimensional mineral that, among other things, blocks and dampens supernatural effects and abilities. Needless to say, the Bureau mines the stuff extensively. Now, despite being within The Oldest House, the Black Rock Quarry is an open-top quarry. To space.

One of the ways Bureau personnel get around is via pull-strings that show up all over The Oldest House. Pull a string three times and you are transported to the Oceanview Motel, a quaint little motel that probably exists outside of known reality because no one has ever been able to actually go or see outside the motel. Once you’re there, you just ring the bell on the front desk three times, do some random task and procure a room key. The key opens a door, but only one with an inverted black pyramid. From there, you pull another string and are transported back to somewhere else in The Oldest House. So basically a rather convoluted teleportation system. There are also doors with other symbols that probably go to other realities, but the Bureau hasn’t figured out how to open them. Though one does seem to lead to a void of malevolent darkness that feeds off human creativity and is currently holding one Alan Wake.

Also, the bureau’s janitor is probably a Finnish Sea God.

1,206 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

One particularly interesting detail I haven’t seen many people talking about is the fact that Ironwood has a prosthetic left arm at the start of Volume 8.

I mean, think about the implications here. Ironwood’s arm was badly injured in his fight with Watts, but it’s not like he actually LOST the arm.

It seriously looks like that in the scant few hours between the end of Volume 7 and the start of Volume 8, Ironwood decided that he wasn’t going to wait for his arm to heal and simply amputated it and had it replaced with another prosthetic.

Ironwood didn’t lose his left arm due to battle or self-sacrifice. He lost it due to his own impatience.

Now in the moment of Volume 8, this is a pretty stark indicator of Ironwood’s villainous turn and how much he’s started dehumanizing those around him. He’s flat out dehumanizing himself.

But in the broader context of Ironwood’s character, I really have to wonder: Is this even the FIRST time Ironwood has done this? Replace part of his body with machinery not out of necessity but out of convenience?

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1,240 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

So like, Belos/Phillip calls himself a ‘Witch Hunter’, but we all know what that really means, right? Considering just where and when he came from?

I mean, it seems only fitting in a show about Witches, the main villain turns out to be an actual seventeenth-century, New England, puritan witch hunter.

6,040 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay, random little detail I noticed on rewatch;

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7,132 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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dudemanauthor · 2 years

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Peach's Implausible Burgers

Author's Note: This story leads on from The Hunger and A Flowering Appetite, so reading those might help understand a few things, but I think it works fine as a standalone thing (but if you did read those and maybe fave or comment on them, I'd hella appreciate it)

“Okay, gotta get this right, or I’m definitely going to be fired,” Professor Peach mumbled to herself, a hint of concern in her reddish-pink eyes. In front of her, she was moulding together a large number of plant-based burger patties. They looked mostly like regular meat patties, nothing making it look particularly like it wasn’t made of meat. “Alright, alright, those look nice. Thank goodness some of the students are back from their holidays, or maybe they didn’t leave, I don’t know. Maybe this wasn’t the best thing to be testing on myself,” Peach rambled as she wiped her hands off on a paper towel, before patting her belly.

Since Professor Peach wasn’t teaching at the moment, she had ditched her lab coat and gloves and just had her black dress and long boots on. However, she was carrying a couple dozen extra kilos on her, so she was sporting a decently sized doughy belly, her rear was a fair bit plumper than usual and her thighs were being squished as they came out the top of her boots. With her dress being so short already, Peach found herself tugging it down almost constantly in order to keep herself decent. She was just lucky that her dress was so stretchy, otherwise a size-up would be more urgently needed. Still, she had bigger concerns at the moment. Specifically, she was working on the first plant-based burger patty in Remnant that was meant to be indistinguishable from a meat patty in every perceivable way.

“Right, now let’s get some people in,” she muttered as she tapped up an invite on her Scroll to try her burgers, before sending it to 5 random students. She then put her Scroll aside and got to cooking her burgers.

A little while later, the invited girls all arrived in Professor Peach’s classroom and took a seat around a table with a cloth covering a pile of something. It being the only table not covered in plants made it special enough, but the cloth raised a few eyebrows.

“Ooh, I wonder what’s under there. I bet it’s food,” Nora commented.

“I hope it’s food,” Blake added.

“That makes sense, you have been eating more lately,” Weiss commented. Blake suddenly felt a little bit self-conscious about the tiny hint of a muffin top she was sporting nowadays and sucked in her gut.

“Yeah, but I bet you can’t eat as much as me!” Nora bragged, eyeing up Blake.

“Let’s not turn this into a competition, Nora. Remember last time Blake ate a lot?” Pyrrha whispered to Nora. That was when Professor Peach came back in with a tray of burgers, her appearing causing a few wide eyes of shock pointed at her.

“Oh, great, you’re all here, a little bit early too, very good. Now, I’ve got burgers for all of you, have as many as you want.” She lifted the cloth to show the mountain of burgers she had made earlier, adding the fresh ones she had just made to the stack.

As the girls began to eat the burgers, Peach had decided to take a few of them stacked in a little pyramid shape on a cart and carefully rolled the cart back to the kitchen, leaving the five girls to feast as she recalled a small conversation she had had with her good friend and colleague, Professor Goodwitch, not that long ago too.

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[Two weeks earlier]

"Thumbelina, why are your plants all over the kitchen?!" A strict yet calm feminine voice spoke out as the woman poked her clearly doughty belly making the sleepy professor jolt awake as she looked around and stumbled upon her words.

"Gak! I wasn't day-dreaming…'' Professor Peach then looked at the cross-looking blonde, Glynda Goodwitch, who was keeping a safe distance from the array of blue and black flowers that Peach had set up in the staff kitchen. "Oh hello there Glynda, I was, um, testing out a theory," the professor said as she slowly got up. "Remember when team RWBY accidentally discovered that plant which made their bellies expand."

“All too well. I could hear the commotion in the cafeteria from my office,” Goodwitch complained.

“Well, I have been testing its properties and I wanted to see how it worked and, more importantly whether its properties can be transferred to food to make it more appetising. I thought it would help us sell more burgers and make more money for the Academy during the Vytal festival,” Peach quickly explained, her quick voice being her normal voice rather than her panicked, barely awake one. There was a comment that Goodwitch could have made regarding Peach’s current appearance, but that seemed, perhaps, too rude.

“Well… just make sure you’re experimenting carefully. You don’t want it to be too appealing,” Goodwitch warned. Even though Goodwitch was trying to avoid directly addressing the issue, Peach did pick up on Glynda’s messages, both the spoken and unspoken ones.

“R-right, right. I’ll be careful. Wouldn’t want you to have to roll me out of here,” Peach sheepishly agreed.

“Oh, and please, save me some burgers to try out. I’ve never been much for fast food, but I’m sure you can pull it off.”

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With Professor Goodwitch’s warnings ringing in her ears, Peach quietly hoped that she had gotten it right this time, and that no one was going to have to be rolled out.

Unfortunately, what was happening back in the classroom was proving that wrong. Burgers were almost literally flying off the carts and into the girls’ mouths. They were tearing through the stack of burgers at a lightning quick pace. To make matters worse, this massive amount of calories was hitting the girls all at once. They were all ballooning up before their very eyes, but they were all so hungry and enjoying the burgers so much that they didn’t even notice what was happening to them.

Blake’s recent gluttony encouraged her to eat the most of all the girls, and it certainly showed as she became the biggest of the girls. Her belly took on the lion’s share of the fat at first, billowing forwards and pushing every button out of the way on its way to freedom as it spilled out onto her lap. Her shorts and top grew incredibly tight as her breasts bloomed and her rear plumped up, catching up with her belly and giving her a larger all-over size. But, unbeknownst to everyone else, Blake had swapped to a stretchier top and shorts, with only her vest being the same as usual. This meant that her increasingly regular binges did not carry a risk of her bursting out of her clothes, even now, as she tripled her starting weight.

Weiss was not far behind in terms of size, as her previous exposure to both The Hunger and the flowers had given her a larger appetite, only she had more self-control around food than Blake, keeping Weiss at her original size without any weight gained. Of course, all that self-control had gone out the window the moment the first burger passed her lips. Before long, plenty of burgers joined that first one, and all of it piled up, making rolls and rolls of fat, straining her top to its limit. It also gave her a ballooning behind, growing large enough that it made her appear to be taller than before, when it was just the extra padding pushing her up. With her widening hips and thickening thighs joining her rear in its growth, her combat skirt was not able to do very much to keep her decent.

Meanwhile, the JNPR girls were also indulging, though not to the same extent that Blake and Weiss were.

Being the most top-heavy to begin with, it was no surprise that Pyrrha remained the most top-heavy as she gained weight. Her increasingly large breasts spilled over her armoured corset, while being pushed up by the corset enough to make them look even larger than they already were. Her comparatively modest belly pushed up against the corset that was keeping it looking so small compared to the other girls, untying the knots that were keeping her corset snug. There was also the generous additions to her rear and thighs, not to the degree that the others had, but still very noticeable by anyone not caught in a gluttonous trance. Fortunately, her miniskirt and shorts were elastic enough to contain her growing lower body, even if the seams were starting to groan and sound like they were ready to give out. Pyrrha’s gains gave her a somewhat hourglass shape, if the hourglass was much larger up top.

Nora, on the other hand, was basically the opposite. Sure, her chest was far from lacking as it filled and stretched out her top, and her rear and thighs were getting nice and plump, but her belly was surging forward with no signs of stopping. The round, doughy mass of a belly ploughed through her vest and escaped, sitting heavily on her lap, spilling over the sides and down over her knees. In terms of sheer size, Nora’s belly was probably only marginally larger than Blake’s, but it looked even larger, as Blake’s gains were more balanced, so she was larger all over, meanwhile Nora’s belly had picked up the vast majority of the fat, so it seemed proportionally bigger than Blake’s.

Without a doubt, this burger binge had made the four girls massively fat. Yet, somehow, the girls had not noticed, as the extracts of the mysterious flower had increased their appetites and stomach capacities while making them singularly focused on eating. Unfortunately, this was exactly what Peach was hoping to avoid.

In the other room, Peach and Goodwitch had worked through their modest pile of burgers. Not having eaten as much as the girls in the classroom, they had not ballooned to such massive weights. Of course, it was too late for Peach to stay slim, and it was too late for Goodwitch too, as after her first taste of Peach’s plant burgers, she was hooked. It was why Goodwitch was now permanently sporting a big, round belly that she knew was going to lead to questions about whether she was pregnant or not, especially since the rest of her was so slim in comparison, not that she was particularly slim nowadays.

“Mmm, Thumbelina, you’ve done it again,” Glynda said, patting her belly, before a long belch rumbled out. “Oof, that’s better.”

“Here’s hoping the girls liked it as much as you did,” Professor Peach said with a smile. “We better check in on them.”

“Especially if they’ve ended up like us,” Goodwitch added, grabbing her fat gut and shaking it to emphasise her point.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s fine. If it’s the problem I had before, then it should be temporary as long as they’re not having the burgers too often,” Peach explained, before leading her colleague out into the classroom. What she saw in there made her jaw drop. The four girls were massive, bigger than Peach had ever accidentally made herself, the groaning from the girls matching their groaning overloaded chairs and groaning stretched out clothes. ‘Oh crap, I’m so fired,’ she thought, bracing for impact from Glynda.

“Oh dear,” Professor Goodwitch started.

“W-wait, Glynda, I-I can fix this…”

“Thumbelina, relax,” Glynda interrupted before Peach could really start to spiral into apologies. “I’m sure you can fix this. Also, this shows that your burgers must be very good. I’m certain that these will be very profitable at the Vytal Festival,” Glynda reassured.

“Right. Right. I’ll just need new test subjects. I don’t think these four would like to stay fat,” Peach commented. “But I’ve got this, I’m sure of it.”

#chubby!rwby #weight gain #stuffing

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edgecumbetothepyramids · 5 months

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Beautiful Sitka

The Pyramid mountains stand in relief at this time of night if it's not too cloudy. I can see them through my bedroom window as I sit here grading AP Lang essays. When we flew in tonight, I heard someone tell a fellow traveler not to worry, that we wouldn't be landing in the water even though it looks like it. The pilot flew around the runway and landed with Edgecumbe to the aft of the plane. In my middle seat I could see the water and sparsely clouded sky thanks to a courteous seat mate.

Getting on the plane in Seattle was an exciting venture as the plane was fully booked, and I was standby. After boarding, there was one seat left. The gate agent called, "Weiss, Weiss, if you're in the boarding area, please see me at the gate." No answer. Then he called another name which I can't remember. No answer. Then me! There were two men standing in front of me. When I jumped out of the seat I was sitting on the edge of, the gate agent said to the men, "Sorry, guys, that was the last seat!" I was so happy!

I learned Friday while travelling that I was staying at Sitka High. All week it had felt like a Survivor competition except with no way to make your chances better. You were chosen to leave or not leave based on what you had done previously. And previously, you didn't know your every move was being judged to determine your worth! My friend texted me to tell me who was being forced to move schools, and I was so thankful it wasn't me. Now, I have new challenges ahead in building a new curriculum and also applying to PhD school which I may not get in to, but I need to try.

I'm noticing as I grade that students are still not paying close enough attention to the prompt. That will get them in big trouble on the exam if they don't correct that now! Also, they are sometimes losing their line of reasoning. I like to call it leading the reader and staying focused on supporting their topic sentence and ultimately their thesis statement.

Tomorrow morning the three English teachers and I who are left will meet to discuss how to divide classes among us. 2.5 teachers for 270 students. Maybe 10-15 will be skills students, so that will bring it down a bit. At least 10 will go to UAS for dual-enrollment credits. I'll probably have 125 students plus a new class to teach. That's a lot for an English teacher which is another reason why I need to start back to school. I don't want my entire life to be grading high school freshmen papers.

We took Si to dinner. He seems good, but he says that he will leave his full ride if his coach leaves. I really hope he doesn't mean that. I know he hates being so far away from K, but he's getting a great education totally free! I was also surprised at how competitive he is. He doesn't want his track season to end, but he doesn't qualify for regions unless his coach lets him race as a wild card. Si thinks his coach will pick a senior to go. That doesn't make sense to me. Seniority should not matter in sports.

And that brings me back to the Survivor episode at my high school. I am the newbie to the English dept, and I survived the cut. Even though I sent frustrated texts to my boss last month which were meant for my husband (oops!), even though I have been accused of lying in a meeting (which I didn't), even though I have failed to unite the department (no one has for 20 years), even though I spend a lot of lunches doing work or being alone, even though I said (in my boss's hearing) that teachers need to stop working for free, even though I have been a bit upset all year about the retirement situation for myself and other Tier 3 teachers. And despite many more mistakes I have made in and out of my classroom, which goes to show that there's no way to know how to keep your job. But I'm "safe" for now.

But if I had the same retirement system as Casey, I would feel obligated to get my 25 years in, and the fact is, I don't and I don't. I can leave whenever I want. I just hope the other Tier 3 teachers have a trust fund waiting for them when they retire. I have a plan b.

Driving in Washington is always beautiful. You are often driving through corridors of trees. But it's not the same as being able to walk out your door and hike a mountain the way we can here, literally. I can't wait to get up Gavin again. Maybe tomorrow.

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alansbookdevblog · 1 year

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Ok I'm at this point starting to write harry potter but I can't really plagiarize j k Rowling bc I only watched the movies and it's been so damn long that I don't remember shit about the movies. I was like 9 or 10. I'm 22 now and tbh I'm not going to rewatch them. I'm only saying that is bc the only thing I remember from Harry Potter is a magic school and some of the buildings architecture was magical. That is it. I don't even know which of characters is a Hufflepuff.

Anyways uh I'm making a magic school called University of Harresas San Marico Magical Branch or what is called for short UHarre Magic. Harresas is pronounced like hair saw btw.

This is the campus map that I doodled

The architecture is brutalist with a lot of raw concrete and primarily cubical. The only buildings that are uses curves is the Clark Administration Hall and Wodiczko Hall. The Lihoradov Research Hall uses rectilinear shapes but appears more like a pyramid with balconies compared to the squared shaped relatives.

Yagi library is a library that is 20 to 15 stories tall library where most of its height is stilt like columns that go up and down in height at opening and closing times. The building is actually a colossal golem that comes down to rest at night and erects itself during the day. No it doesn't move, it's stays in place.

Here's how the inspiration for the Yagi Library looks like based on the UMass Boston Healy library

Weiss Hall is inspired architecturally by the Geisel library in university of California in San Diego and it's interior layout inspired by one of the buildings in my college called the Wheatley building. Why that building? Because it's a maze in there and btw each floor is a different layout too so good luck hun 😘. So I decided to go for the extreme: make it a magical labyrinth where you need to wander around the maze for 2 to 5 min before reaching your destination while keeping your destination in your mind. That includes if you want to leave or go to the restroom there.

Here's how the Geisel library looks like btw

The third magical building is the Watson building. It looks like a normal rectangular 5 story building, but when you go inside, the 5 floors repeat ad infinitum with each floor having an indoor balcony where you can see the floors and the windows repeating. The only place where you can fall off the 5th story and not die. Maybe you'll die from terminal velocity when they catch you in a net if you fell for long enough but who knows!

The rest of the buildings are normal brutalist buildings because they ran out of the budget for magical architecture but all of them are based on some brutalist architecture that I either made up or basing it on on real brutalist buildings I found on Google

#writeblr #writing #worldbuilding #magic school #orgininal world building

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rwby-sk · 2 years

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Whilst on the subject on WASP. If you were to draw a diagram of the polycule, would it actually look like a molecule as the word suggests, or is it more likely to be a square with an x in it?

Three sided pyramid so everyone is of equal importance

Besides Weiss who is obviously most important

#team wasp

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spahhzy · 2 years

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Of Moonbases, Grimm Queens, Thrill Parks and Gradschemes prt 2. : The Big Bang!

This was complete bullshit!

"I WIN!"

Complete bullshit!

"THE POWER! THE POWER! I CAN CONTROL THEM ALL! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL...but not before we finish the game!"

Let's take a few steps back shall we?

Ruby and Co had ran around the moonbase collecting various instruments to power up the 'Focusing Stone and Golden Rod' in order to insert it into the pyramid device.

Why they were powering these things Ruby wouldn't tell them, so they followed the orders of their 'leader' to stop Salem from destroying all of Remnant.

Finally after a multitude of steps they at last were able to begin the final steps.

Ruby: Alright! Everything is going according to plan! Now time to charge up the Casimir Mechanism...carry the one and...hey! What's happening!

The big computer was going all haywire!

Ruby: Scanning for haxorz!

Ozma: Access denied Ruby!

Ruby: ....well we'll this is a surprise...Ozma how did yiu get into the computer?

Ozma: I know what your plan is Ruby and I WON'T let that happen.

Ruby: You headmaster are in no position to do ANYTHING because well...your dead and the little hellspawn is next!

Ozma: Stop this madness Ruby! If Jaune was here now what would he say!?

Ruby: Your Salem is the root cause for all this madness! Not I! You should have never taught Jaune that accursed technique! Now your Salem will have to pay the price for your foolishness...AGAIN!

Ozma: Please she is just a child now, she doesn't even know what she is doing!

Ruby: That's just too bad.

Ruby moved her finger to the delete button before mockingly waving at the screen.

Ruby: annnnd delete...goodbye Ozma!

Charging complete!

Ruby: Oh boy oh boy oh boy this is gonna be such fun!

She turned towards the rest of the group who had finished killing the grimm in that area.

Ruby: Come along all we can finally 'save the world!'

The gang traveled back to where the pyramid device.

Ruby: Quickly! Power up the machine!

And so began the charging process as they were killing grimm and filling up the essence canisters, Salem spoke in echoing demonic rage.

Salem: YOU WILL NEVER SUCCEED IN THIS RUBY!

Ruby: ignore her mad ramblings!

Salem: THE BLACKNESS WILL SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE, SOMETHING FAR MORE TERRIBLE THEN YOU LIES HERE!

Still the group kept killing and filling up the life essence canisters and Salem could do nothing to stop it.

Salem: RUBY YOU WILL TREMBLE IN FEAR I'LL SLICE YOU APART AND EXPOSE YOUR ROTTEN INNARDS SO YOU WILL BE JUDGED FOR WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME!

Yang: Sheesh Rubes she really really doesn't like you!

Ruby: It hurts me sooooo much hearing her wish for my death.

Weiss: How about we don't piss off the evil child grimm queen anymore yeah?

Nora: Just keep a smashing a fill up the machine come on Renny wooohooo!

Ren: I hope this all works out.

Blake: you and me both.

Salem: YOUR TEARS WILL TASTE SO SWEET WHEN YOU BEG FOR YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!

Grimm essence kept filling the canister, they were half way full.

Salem: YOU DID THIS! I WILL HAVE NO MERCY ON YOU FOR YOUR ARROGANCE!

Ruby: almost there everyone just keep going!

Salem: I WILL DESTROY ALL THOSE WHO HELPED YOU RUBY!

Yang: Your just mad that we're about to save the world again!

Weiss: Yes, let's just keep antagonizing a omnipotent being it's okay nothing bad will happen!

Yang: You need to lighten up Weiss! Ruby us about to save the day right Rubes!

Said Ruby was currently laughing manicaly and muttering about 'how long she had been waiting for this moment' and how 'she would finally get those damned voices to shut up'!

Yang: ...

Weiss: ...

Blake: we can question our leaders sanity later with some fish for now let's save the world!

Nora: Wooohooo pancake party!

Ren: I'll make some pancakes with the fish I guess with a side of tea too.

Salem: REMNANTS DESTRUCTION WILL LIE IN YOUR HANDS RUBY! YOU'RE SOFT!

Ding! All canisters are full!

Yang: Great now what do we do!

Yang looked back to the group who just shrugged

Ruby: hahahahaha finally the moment is at hand!

Ruby inserted the two artifacts into the slots at the bottom of the machine and before anyone could do anything the pyramid device began to whine.

Salem: No! Ozma please! Make her stop!

Ruby: ahahaha! Time to pay Salem!

Suddenly two lights came from both Salem and Ruby's body one red and one blue before the two lights swapped bodies, blue into Ruby and Red into Salem.

Now on to the present-

Weiss: what did that dolt do!?

Blake: how should I know just get Ruby off the ground now!

Yang rushed over to pick up her sister who was slowly getting up from the floor.

Yang: Ruby! Ruby are you alright...what the hell happened?

Ruby said nothing just groaned a bit before lifting her head and opened her eyes, Yang and the rest of the group gasped in surprise gone were silver eyes replaced with bright blue ones.

Ruby(Salem): I'm not Ruby you fools...

Yang: What do you mean of course your Ruby!

Ruby: in body yes but of souls? No.

Weiss: Then where is Ruby?

Ruby(Salem) pointed to the now Salem(Ruby) who quickly went back into the pyramid as the artifacts suddenly turned into dust.

Suddenly morw Grimm began to appear but this time with a slight change, now longer was it the menacing red color eyes but now they were ominous silver.

Yang: What the fuck did my sister do? Why are you in her body!?

Ruby(Salem): I did nothing!

Ren: Outside of trying to kill us.

Ruby(Salem) just glared at Ren for a few minutes but pouted soon after.

Ren: Did you just try to kill me with a glare?

Ruby(Salem): Yes! And usually it would work when I have Grimm to control but now...your sister...your leader is in control of them now.

Yang: How could this have happened where were the signs!

Weiss: oh I don't know...maybe she leaving for five years after Jaunes death was a start?

Blake: The crazy laughter, the insane ramblings she does when she thinks she is alone?

Ren: Not to mention all sick glee she gets when she fights the grimm?

Yang: Okay there were signs but we could have easily knocked it down to idk schizophrenia or something?

Ruby(Salem): It doesn't matter now just fight!

And fight the grimm they did and the battle raged on and on fighting on the moonbase.

Yang: Sucks to be the one on the receiving end of battling the horde huh Salem?

Ruby(Salem): it's not fair! I used to summon grimm and torment people! I don't like it!

Blake: Gee at least your honest...

Weiss: guys I don't know about you all but I'm running low on dust and my aura is getting to the red...

Ren: same...

Nora: just fill me up with syrup and I'm good to go Renny.

Ren: ...that means she's almost on E too.

Suddenly static began to fill the intercom system.

Ozma:hello if you are hearing this recording it means unfortunately Ruby has entered the device...

Ruby(salem): Ozma?

Everyone just kept fighting as they began listening to the intercom play out.

Ozma: If you free me, I will help you minimize the damage she will inevitably cause...

The gang minus Yang, who was currently having the fluent 'How could my sister be evil' phase, had no other choice but to follow instructions.

Ozma: Good proceed to the observation deck and follow these commands.

They made their way to the observation deck where they had a clear good view of their home planet.

Yang: ya know I never got a chance to appreciate how beautiful Remnant looked from space.

Nora: boy I love our planet such a lovely place.

Ozma: Now is not the time to admire, we must work hard if we are to really 'save the world' completed these 3 tasks it will help set up the coordinates.

Blake: Coordinates for what?

Ozma: you will know in due time! Quick! Go go!

After yet another series of steps to stop Ruby they all gathered back at the observation deck where four big rockets now stood.

Weiss: where did you get rockets from?

Ozma: call it an insurance policy that I'm using, these were built and kept from ruby in case a day like this ever came.

Ozma: now that I am free from the base computer system I can damage Ruby's link to Remnant.

Blake: How will you do that?

Silence was the only answer the group got.

Ozma: activating launch protocol!

WBYNR: What!?

Ozma: 5...4...3...2...1 launch!

Suddenly the 4 rockets engines roared beforw long the rockets were lifting off the ground.

Everyone watched as the rockets left the moon before heading straight towards...

Yang: uh are they supposed to be going towards our planet?

Ozma: 30 seconds to impact!

Weiss: What is going on!?

Blake: Where ever those rockets hit will cause extreme damage how is this stopping Ruby!?

Ren and Nora said nothing as they stared at the rockets flying off.

Suddenly one by one the rockets began to impact Remnant the force and size of the rockets and the explosion had begun to fracture the once pretty blue planet cracks and part of Remnants inner core were now exposed the shockwave of the explosion reaching the moon as Ozma began to laugh ominously.

Everyone just looked on in horror at what they had just done non-being able to speak.

Well not everyone...

Yang: Seriously? All that work and all we did was blow up Remnant?...what the fuck.

No one said nothing as they looked back at each other un certain as to what to do now unknowing that in the far reaches of space a certain God of Light was face palming very hard.

Well it would seem he would need to step in and give some more...nudges it would seem.

#jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #blake bellodona #lie ren #god of light #rwby ozpin #rwby salem

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razieltwelve · 2 years

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The Zwei (RWBY AU Snippet)

"You know,” Weiss said. “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now, but what does Zwei do when he’s not hanging around here or watching over the Abyss?”

Death smiled. “I can show you if you want.”

The queen eyed Death warily. “This isn’t going to be one of those things that you have to erase from my memory because it would permanently scar my mind and upend my view of Creation, would it?”

Death was silent.

“What?” Weiss yelped. “Really?”

Death’s grim expression vanished, and she laughed. “I’m just kidding. It’s fine.” She reached out and took Weiss’s hand. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

They vanished and then reappeared near a massive ziggurat made out of colossal blocks of black stone. A huge statue of Zwei stood at the top of the ziggurat, and the dog himself was seated atop a velvet cushion whilst being fanned by a dozen lemurs.

“Why are lemurs fanning Zwei?” Weiss asked.

“It’s part of how they worship him.”

“...” Weiss tilted her head to one side. “Zwei is being worshipped by lemurs?”

“These aren’t regular lemurs. Your world is ruled by humans and Faunus, but this world is ruled by lemurs.”

“...” Weiss’s eye twitched. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. The gods have created many worlds. It would be boring if they were all the same, so they like to make each of them a bit different from the others. Sometimes that means giving people magical powers. Other times, it means throwing dragons at everyone. And sometimes, it means putting lemurs in charge.”

“And you’re not worried about that going horribly wrong?” Weiss asked. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea of lemurs ruling the world. Yet the more she looked around, the more obvious it was that Death was telling the truth. Multitudes of lemurs flocked around the ziggurat, their heads bowed in obeisance. More lemurs lurked further back, moving through what appeared to be an entire city peopled by lemurs. Sounds filled the air, but Weiss had no idea what they were saying since she didn’t speak a word of lemur.

“Not really.” Death shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it could go wrong, but if worse comes to worst, we can always just smite the entire world and start over. It’s not what I would do, but some of the other gods can be pretty trigger happy, and deciding whether or not to start over is a mostly democratic process. And it’s not like anyone else will know what we did since, you know, the smiting will get rid of everybody.”

“Wait...” Weiss’s eyes narrowed. “Have the gods ever had to start over with my world.”

“Not yet.”

“...”

Death put one arm around Weiss. “Weiss, I can honestly say that as long as you are alive, you never, ever have to worry about the gods doing something like that.” She smiled sunnily. “Because I’ll kill anyone who’s dumb enough to try. As long as you’re in the world, it’s perfect the way it is.”

“That is the most terrifying yet romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Thank you.” Death paused. “Wait... you don’t speak lemur, do you?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Ah.” Death patted Weiss’s head. “Now, you do.”

“What?” Weiss blinked before realising that she could, all of a sudden, understand what the lemurs were saying.

“All hail the Zwei!” the lemurs chanted. “All hail the Zwei!”

At the top of the pyramid, a lemur in elaborate robes raised his hands high into the air.

“Today,” the lemur cried. “We celebrate Zwei Day! The greatest of all days!”

“All hail the Zwei! All hail the Zwei!”

“Zwei Day?” Weiss asked.

“Shh.” Death smiled. “He’s going to explain.”

“Long ago, in an age barely remembered, a fell beast descended from the sky. It brought fire and ruin to our lands. Our people were slaughtered. Our cities were burned. And misery filled the world.” The lemur high priest shook his fists at the sky. “We gathered our mightiest heroes, but they were no match for the beast. When all hope seemed lost... that was the hour of the Zwei’s arrival!”

“All hail the Zwei! All the Zwei!”

“Terrible was that beast. It had wings as vast as the sky, and its mouth spewed flame that could melt mountains. Its claws could rend oceans, and its teeth could pierce the very heart of the world. But the Zwei was not afraid. The Zwei went forth, and he slew the foul beast with but a single bark and cast its broken body down from the sky. With another bark, the Zwei put out the flames of the beast’s wrath and saved our people from destruction.”

“All hail the Zwei! All hail the Zwei!”

“But the Zwei did not leave us. Instead, he remained alongside our ancestors, teaching them and guiding them and helping them to rebuild our shattered world. It is why we venerate the Zwei! For did we not call out for aid? And did not all our prayers go unanswered until the Zwei arrived? Who then should we worship if not the one who saved our people?”

“All hail the Zwei! All hail the Zwei!”

“And the Zwei has never forgotten us. Once each century, on this day, the Zwei returns and bestows his divine blessings upon our people! That is why this day is Zwei Day!” The high priest gestured extravagantly. “Bring forth the offerings! Let the Zwei eat his fill! And let him once more bless our people!”

Lemurs began to climb the steps of the ziggurat with plates laden with all sorts of food. Chief amongst them was a meat that Weiss did not recognise.

“That’s meat from a certain species of giant lizard.” Death grinned. “You wouldn’t think it since the lizard is absolutely hideous, but the meat is incredibly delicious. And when you make a steak out of it... well, that’s the main reason Zwei comes here once a century.”

“Are you telling me that he slaughtered some kind of evil beast and saved an entire world, just so he could get lizard steak?”

“He was going to save them anyway. The lizard steak is just a nice bonus.” Death grinned. “Anyway, let’s go up there. At the moment, we’re hidden from their eyes, but it’s been a whole two weeks since Zwei got a cuddle from you. He’s running low on Weiss energy.”

“Weiss energy?”

“Yeah. It’s energy he gets from your cuddles.” Death nodded sagely. “It’s almost as good as the cosmic energy that helps power all of Creation. However, Zwei can get that almost anywhere. There’s really only one good source of Weiss energy in Creation.”

“...”

They made their way up the ziggurat. Once they were next to Zwei, Death allowed them to become visible. The lemurs immediately fell to their knees in obeisance.

“Great Death! Master of the Zwei! Welcome!” The high priest peeked up at Weiss. “And... Death’s concubine?” he guessed.

Weiss’s eyes widened. “I beg your pardon! What did you just call me?”

“I assumed you were Death’s concubine,” the high priest retorted. “Am I wrong?”

“I am not her concubine. I am her... her...” Weiss stammered trying to find the right words.

“She is my Chosen,” Death said, smiling. “Not my concubine.”

“I see. My apologies.” The high priest got back to his feet, as did the others. “Are you here to celebrate Zwei Day with us?”

Death nodded. “We are.”

“Then, please, be seated.” The high priest gestured and two more velvet cushions were brought forth. “And enjoy Zwei Day!”

Weiss settled down on one cushion, and the lemurs gasped as Zwei hopped off his cushion and leapt into her lap. The dog immediately demanded a cuddle, and Weiss gave him a mock scowl before giving him a scratch on the belly and settling him into her lap.

“I see!” The high priest stared at Weiss in awe. “I understand why Death has named you her Chosen! It is because you are the ideal pillow for the Zwei!” He turned to the multitudes of other lemurs. “All hail the Pillow of the Zwei!”

“All hail the Zwei! All hail the Zwei!”

Weiss’s eye twitched, and Death laughed.

“Just go with it,” Death said.

X X X

Later, after they had returned to Weiss’s world, the queen took a sip of tea and helped herself to a slice of cake. She wasn’t normally one for cake, but after spending most of the day around a bunch of Zwei-worshipping lemurs, she thought she deserved it.

“That was fun,” Death said.

“For you two, maybe.” Weiss sighed. “I’m of the opinion it was crazy.”

“Well, you did want to know what Zwei got up to when he’s not around here or the Abyss.”

“I didn’t think he’d go around starting cults.”

“Weiss, I don’t think the term cult is fair. It’s a well-organised state religion, and it’s actually quite benevolent. It urges lemurs to love each other and treat each other fairly, and there’s no lemur sacrifice or anything.” Death sighed. “You’d be amazed by how many people seem to think that all gods want blood sacrifice. It’s like... do they even understand how pointless that usually is? We’re gods. If we wanted to killed someone, we could do it ourselves. Besides, I’m Death. Sacrificing people just makes me busier.”

“Has he started any other cults?” Weiss asked.

“If you really want to know...” Death grinned. “I could show you.”

Weiss looked heavenward. “I suppose you could show me.”

A few moments later, Weiss could only stare in disbelief as she took in the sight of Zwei sitting on top of an underwater pyramid as a whole nation of lobsters began to chant his name.

X X X

Author’s Notes

All hail the Zwei! Seriously, though, you’d be surprised by how many people on so many worlds have been saved by Zwei. It’s par for the course that quite a few of them would start worshipping him. Luckily, Zwei is a benevolent deity. Cuddles, a nice place to nap, and plenty of steak is all he demands of his followers.

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#rwby #fanfiction #ruby rose #weiss schnee #zwei

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harpyloon · 4 years

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i’ll catch you

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: "Up close, Y/N could see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand..."

☞ Curse Breaker reader x Dragon-tamer Charlie Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, sprinkles of angst, dragons (duh), mentions of a dead animal, mentions of dragon eating dead animal (lol), post-war timeline (although not that important)

WC: 4.5k+ , Part 2 coming soon!

Read on AO3

Beautiful rays of golden sunlight were peaking through the blinders of Y/N's cabin. It was going to be a lovely day with the perfect weather to seek out a bit of adventure, and although she was sure she had countless other affairs to address before kicking off with her assignment the next day, a blathering Bill Weasley was not one of them.

"Are you even listening?" his tone was way beyond impatient. "You know what? Don't answer that. I know for a fact that you never pick up anything I say. Ever."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she busied herself with stuffing her socked feet inside a pair of brown chunky hiking boots. She didn't plan on going very far. Her colleagues were currently lounging in the dining hall about five cabins down, sipping piping hot ciorbă, munching on breakfast toast, and relishing their only foreseeable off day before the start of the big dig tomorrow. Some were even dozing off still, earning as much sleep as they could to compensate for the long nights to come.

It's true what they say about grumpy Curse Breakers. But nobody realized that they just spent too much time with their eyes wide open.

"You know, Bill," Y/N mused, "you always call me the drama queen. What does that make you then?"

The floating head over the fire scoffed, "A concerned superior."

"Well, there's nothing to be concerned about."

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"No walks," ordered Bill, his face stern.

"Everyone's out and about today!"

"No walks for you."

Y/N laughed. "Oh yeah?"

Bill sighed. He knew trying to be hard-nosed was futile. "No walks alone at least."

"Are you sure there's no bun in Fleur's oven yet?" Y/N teased. "You're sounding more like a papa bear with each passing day."

She heard a soft melodic laugh within the fire where Bill's head was when suddenly, another floating head appeared right beside his. This time, all blonde and very French

"There iz no bun yet, mon cher. But I think he az been practicing fatherhood with you." Fleur gave Y/N a wink. "I 'eard zer are many 'andsome men in Romania. With a leetle beet of exzploring yo—"

"There will be no exploring," barked Bill, sending his wife a warning glance, which she ignored.

"—you might find someone az adventurous az you are," Fleur beamed, "And very macho."

"Darling," Bill sighed, "is this necessary?"

With a flying kiss to Y/N, Fleur was gone.

Shrugging on a light parka, Y/N gave Bill a knowing look, "You see? Your wife said I could use a macho man."

"Oh please. You're in a Curse Breaker camp."

"Hey, there are loads of macho men here."

"Macho enough for you?"

Y/N wrinkled her nose but ignored the question.

"Well, William," she said, emphasizing Bill's full name, "I, am a Curse Breaker in the middle of the Southern Carpathians." Stuffing her wand through her belt loop, she looked at him with finality. "And I am not passing up this opportunity."

"Remember when they assigned you to Egypt with me and you went on exploring? Your exploring is bad luck, Y/N, and I did not assign you to Romania to bring bad luck."

"Excuse you, the Egypt Goblins loved me."

"Goblins don't love wizards," retorted Bill.

"I think they were particularly fond of me."

"You Reductored an entire bloody Pyramid!"

Y/N was losing her patience. She wanted to sift through the mountains in the morning sunlight. Discover hidden caves and wade through cold springs. She had her breakfast way earlier than everyone else for this sole purpose.

"I promise I'll be good."

"Take Weiss with you."

Y/N glared. "Absolutely not."

"Take someone."

"I'm walking out on you right now. Don't forget to put out my fire."

"Y/N."

"I'll see you later!"

"I have to tell you—"

Without looking back, she waved at Bill and stepped out into the crisp Romanian morning.

The skies were bright and cloudless, the sun slowly rising up east. The Curse Breaker camp in the middle of the Transylvanian Alps was in for a late morning. It was quiet, apart from the whispers of the forest beside them; chirping birds, singing crickets, and the distant sound of a nearby stream.

Trudging up the rough pavement towards the foot of the nearest hill, Y/N felt an ounce of guilt seep through as she marveled at the scenery before her. Bill was the reason she got the Romania assignment. She wasn't half bad a Curse Breaker. From an outsider's perspective, some would even call her brilliant. She's aced all her missions in her first year on the job—way ahead of all the others in her year, and was even able to crackdown a dark magic-infested tomb in an assignment she co-lead in Egypt. She was quick, smart, and as brave as the career entailed.

Only one thing stood between her and a good reputation in Gringotts. Her impulsiveness.

She couldn't help it. Y/N's successes partnered with tragedies—accidents; her brilliance came with sheer will and almost violent haste. The problem is you can't think twice Bill would always say. Not everything is done in a snap, Y/N.

Bill Weasley was the only senior Curse Breaker with enough patience to supervise her. It must have been fate or a miracle that had him in temporary assignment at the London Gringotts when she graduated Hogwarts. If she were received by anyone else, or if he were back in Egypt instead, she didn't think she'd ever make it out into the field. Or worse, last a few months.

"I'll be good," she mumbled to no one in particular. Or maybe she hoped that Bill would hear. She'd floo him again later.

Trekking up the slope with hands snuggled warm inside her faux-fur-lined pockets, Y/N inhaled the fresh earth surrounding her. This was her calling. Nature. Adventure. The unknown. She was fantastic with spells and jinxes and once thought of becoming an Auror—but Aurors spent too much time indoors, on desks, drowning in paperwork and tailing dark wizards. She knew in her heart she wasn't born to enforce the law.

On the opposite side of the hill was a deep gorge between two towering mountains and a long serpentine stream. Elated at the sight, she followed the gentle flow of water over the rocks. Without thinking (because when does she ever), she slipped off her boots and socks, and despite the chilly morning, prepared to wade the ice-cold water. She dipped one toe in for good measure—a pause.

That couldn't be right.

Submerging one whole foot into the water confirmed her confusion. Strange. Almost all waterways in Romania led to the Black Sea, if not the Adriatic. Why was it warm?

This isn't the bathing stream she thought. The senior Curse Breakers back at camp had instructed them of assigned fresher areas where warming charms would be cast. She didn't remember this gorge being part of last night's tour.

Ankles deep in the water, Y/N trailed the soft currents. It was deliciously warm. A deliberate contrast to the icy breeze left by the trail ends of winter. It was supposedly mid-spring, but the winds still gave her the chills.

She took no notice of how far she was going, the water neither rising nor falling. If she were to guess it must've almost been half an hour given by the direction of the sun. The warm water and small pebbles were therapeutic beneath her feet. The walk didn't tire her at all.

Finally, the chasm's end came to view. Heart beating with excitement, she hastened her pace, dampening the legs of her trousers that she attempted to roll up. But just as her feet crossed the lip between the two mountains flanking her, she felt the oddest sensation: it began at the top of her head, traveling down her arms to her toes—as if a big fat raindrop landed on her scalp and entered her body.

She glanced at the clear blue sky. There was no cloud in sight for miles.

And then, it was suddenly very humid.

"What the..." she glanced back through the gorge. Nothing was out of order and nobody was in sight. Looking down at her feet, her surroundings were now as warm as the water she stood on. Her parka felt too thick.

Again, strange.

Trying to shake away her curiousness, Y/N trudged on.

All is well she chanted inside her head. All is well and the wind just blows differently on this side of the alps.

But no matter what she told herself, ripples of unease still disturbed Y/N. She was beginning to sweat and it wasn't just her nerves. The wind didn't blow differently on this side of the mountains because there was no wind. It was dry, dank, and very very warm.

To rattle her nerves even further, the water she was wading on was getting hotter as she went on that she had to leap on land once again. But as soon as her bare soles made contact with the grass, she yelped in pain.

"Merlin—OW."

The earth was burning. As if it bathed in the sun for too long. As if she were in the middle of a dry desert. She knew the feeling, she's been to Egypt. But why the bloody hell would Romanian soil feel this hot? Moreso in the heart of the Southern Carpathians?

Locating a jutted-out slab of rock, Y/N hopped over to sit and gather her bearings, drying her damp feet and staring at her boots and socks. She didn't want to slip them back on. The heat was intense. But it was either the boots or the sizzling soil.

She shrugged off her parka after lacing up her boots and was grateful for her reckless choice of wardrobe this morning. She opted for a ribbed shirt under her jacket—instead of a sweater—in urgent intention to get away from a nagging Bill. Now it served her well. It wasn't as thin as she would have deemed appropriate for the current temperature, but at least her neck and arms could breathe.

Gazing over the expanse of the clearing she emerged in, she suddenly became aware of the lack of green in the area. The grass was almost a withering brown—crunchy and dry. Trees weren't scattered about like the thick oaks all over the Curse Breaker camp; instead, they were clumped, almost systematically, in relatively rectangular patch formations. As if deliberately rooted as such.

Muggles Y/N thought. It was only them who had the peculiar habit of reorganizing nature.

Tying her parka around her waist, she treaded the clearing, the grass crisp beneath her boots, and approached the nearest cluster of trees. She wondered if this were one of the areas they'd be digging up. Senior Curse Breaker Digby Youssif oriented them of specific crackdown areas to look forward to in the next few months. Although almost all wizarding families were well-accounted for in Romania, there were still trifling amounts of intel on hidden vaults under protective spells cast by untraceable ancient tribes.

Y/N loved digging assignments. She was particularly fond of discovery. And if Ancient Runes was Hogwarts' least-loved lesson, she rather enjoyed Professor Babbling's classes. Well, most of the time. It was her pride and joy to have snagged an 'Outstanding' for her O.W.Ls—

Crack!

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the trees ahead of her. On instinct, Y/N drew her wand from her belt loop. Nothing was so dangerous about the wind. But it felt so...

The sound came out of nowhere, she thought it was imagining it. A steady drumming beat. Powerful and humming. An engine? she thought. But that was impossible. They were told that the area was blocked off from muggles for the duration of their stay. She paused in front of a towering ashtree. The sound was growing louder and louder. Nearer. She didn't know why but she was compelled with the need to hide.

Climb.

She felt ridiculous, clambering up an ashtree and settling on its thickest branch. Her superiors back at camp were clear that the mountains were safe, its perimeters were secured for their dig. Curse Breakers always made sure missions wouldn't come across outside interference.

Then why was her heart beating so fast?

The drumming sound was growing nearer. Behind her—above.

Peering at the sky through the leaves, a massive dark figure swooped overhead and landed with an earth-shaking thud on the clearing right in front of her tree.

Y/N felt like she was going to choke on her own spit when a deafening, earsplitting roar echoed through the mountains.

Dragon.

Fully grown, enormous, and vicious-looking, the beast had emerald scales that glinted in the morning sun. Its body was bulky, way stockier compared to the common dragons in textbooks. It had a massive head that seemed even larger than its body, and on it sprouted two long glittering golden horns. Its claws had the same golden color, and it was rearing onto its hind legs, hunching over a figure... chewing...

All the breakfast Y/N had only hours before felt like rising up her throat. An enormous dragon only meters in front of her was chewing on a dead animal, clearly having his own meal. And there she was, perched on an ashtree, ready for dessert.

Don't panic she told herself, but feeling green. She's never faced a dragon on a mission before. They tackled them in her first year on the job—Curse Breakers didn't really need training, the task calling for hands-on work—but never in her life did she ever think she'd have to face a real dragon.

I don't have to face it Y/N thought, I just have to stay here until it flies away, and run back to camp.

Wiggling up to a squat, she eyed the neighboring branch a few feet to her right which was higher up and positioned behind a thicker cluster of leaves. It didn't require a jump, but more of a really careful split; hugging the trunk tightly, she stretched her right foot across, shifting her weight to her right leg, her arms choking the tree trunk in a death grip, legs spread wide midair—

"Scuzati-ma?"

Y/N didn't fall. Thank Merlin she didn't fall. But she lost her momentum in surprise and panic, her left foot sliding from the previous branch, making her push off the trunk in haste, throwing her weight across completely. She grabs a dangling thin branch above her at the last minute, her body tilted towards the forest floor.

A forest floor where a man now stood, peering up at her curiously.

She was breathing hard, her heart thumping erratically, both from the fear of falling and being heard by the dragon so close by.

"Er—esti bine?" the man asked. Y/N saw that he had his arms out as if braced to catch her if she fell. When she didn't answer, the man spoke again, "Ai nevoie de ajutor?"

She blinked down at him. "What?"

He chuckled. She hated it. It hurt her pride. "I said, do you need any help?"

He was loud. Too loud. She righted herself on the branch, pulling to lean back on the trunk behind her. Then risking a peek, she checked on the dragon who was still munching on the dead cow with gusto.

She looked back down to find the man with his eyebrows raised at her, his face painting amusement. It was impossible not to take note of his red mane pulled into a low bun. He looked awfully familiar... and he was going to get them killed.

"Could you," she whispered as loudly as she could, "keep your voice down?"

The man snickered once more, showing no effort of lowering his tone. "Why?"

"Are you blind?" she wanted to strangle him. "There's a bloody dragon!"

The redhead glanced at the scaly beast and heaved out a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, you're right. It's way past breakfast. He's missing nap time."

Y/N looked at him incredulously. He shrugged, "But what can I do? He slept in this morning. Lazy beast." Looking back up, he asked, "Want to meet him?"

He's mental she thought. That had to be it.

But the redhead only laughed. He keeps laughing. He must've noticed the stupefied expression on her face because he simmered. "Give him a minute and you can come down. It's already his fifth haul so he's bound to get dozy and fly back to the nest." He started walking towards the clearing when he paused and turned back, "Although, you can come down now. I promise he won't eat you."

Y/N watched as the man walked up to the feasting dragon—she was peering behind the thick tree trunk, using it as a shield. He's insane. Drawing a wand from a sheath attached to his calf, the man aimed a stunning spell right by the beast's tail.

"Alright, Darius, I think you've had enough," he called. He kept his distance, a good few meters away, but his gait was calm, almost lazy.

The dragon glanced at the man, its fangs bloody. Y/N wanted to grab the redhead and run. But it was a crazy thought, and she was rooted on her spot on the tree branch, frozen in fear.

The man gave a sharp whistle and the dragon grunted, smoke coming out of its nostrils. It ignored him and continued to munch on the cow.

Another stunning spell was aimed right by its claws and the dragon emitted a low growl. Y/N didn't know if she was imagining it but the creature seemed sluggish on its feet, swaying... almost drowsy.

"Off you go," said the man, "up." He sent one more stunning spell right in front of its snout. It was a clear miss, purely intentional.

The dragon heaved a loud angry roar. But instead of diving for the man like she expected, it started flapping its wings, gaining momentum. Y/N held onto the tree trunk tighter so as not to be swayed by the sudden rush of winds the creature was yielding. And then with a strong push off the ground, up it soared, growling low in its throat, and was out of sight.

Y/N's legs felt like jelly slugs, but her arms refused to let go of the tree trunk. What in Merlin's name just happened?

"Y/N."

She gave a short yelp, coughing on her next breath. "Excuse me?"

The man was back, now by the foot of the tree once again. "Come down."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

He had a really handsome smile. A really familiar, handsome smile...

"I should be offended," said the man. "Come down." There it was again, that smile. "I'll catch you."

I'll catch you.

I'll catch you....

"Come on, Y/N, I'll catch you!"

"No you won't!" said Y/N. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

She was perched on the beech tree by the Black lake, her legs dangling above the shallow water. She had attempted to retrieve her Spellman's Syllabry textbook that Cassian Loxias chucked up the branches for fun.

"Yes I will, I promise," consoled Charlie. "I'm a prefect, remember?" he gestured to his badge, "I'll make sure you're safe."

Sniffing up snot that was escaping her nose, she hiccuped softly against the back of her hand. "Our prefect doesn't do that very much."

Charlie chuckled. "I'll make sure to have a word with Professor Sprout about her Hufflepuff prefects."

When he saw the horror on her face, he held up his hands, "It didn't come from you of course. Will you come down now? I swear I'll catch you."

Y/N looked into Charlie Weasley's eyes and saw nothing but pure candor. Biting her lip, she said, "Do cross your heart, or hope to die?"

He traced a cross right above his chest. "Cross my heart, or hope to die."

"Y/N. Y/N?"

Y/N blinked.

Charlie Weasley. Charlie dragon-tamer Weasley. Charlie the hot brother Weasley—

"Are you still breathing? Do you need me up there?"

Trying to gather her bearings, Y/N extracted herself from her hold on the tree trunk, went down onto a squat, and leaped off, landing on the crunchy grass with a thump.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at her as she dusted her trousers, "I see you don't need catching anymore."

She took in the man before her. "Charlie Weasley."

His grin was dazzling."Caught on, have you?

From up close, Y/N could now see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand...

There were so many things she could've done, seeing him again for the first time after all these years. He was gone as soon as he graduated Hogwarts, flying to Romania to study dragons. Everyone always thought Charlie would be going Quidditch pro, being captain and seeker. He had the build, the skills, and the charm. Hogwarts alone had fan clubs in his name and rumor had it that the Falmouth Falcons were just waiting for him to finish seventh year.

But others didn't see Charlie as Y/N did. They didn't see him hoarding books on care of magical creatures in the library. They didn't notice him sneaking off to Hagrid's on the weekends, taking Fang for walks or feeding the Blast Ended Skrewts in the garden. Nobody paid attention to the copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where to Find Them that Charlie practically glued to his side. Only Y/N did. And now that she thought about it, she didn't like that she knew so much. It made her feel like a creep.

So instead of hugging him in delight like she actually wanted, she took a swipe at his shoulder.

"You git," she hissed. "You scared me to death! How did you do that? I thought taming dragons was impossible."

"It is. Most of the time," Charlie shrugged. "Darius is a Romanian Longhorn. Mostly harmless compared to the others especially when he's full. Not that difficult to send him back to the nest when he can barely stand on his feet."

"Harmless? I could've been dessert!"

Charlie laughed. He was still always laughing. "You look delicious, yes, but I'm not letting Darius have you."

What the fu—Y/N inhaled slowly, cautiously. Then exhaled through her nose. She didn't know how to respond. Seeing him again after so long, without warning or preparation, was messing with her senses

"It's good to see you, Y/N," he said and walked closer. Close enough to tugged at her braid. She didn't know why he did it, but he looked like he just had to. "You look good."

Y/N's heart was beating rapidly once more, but this time, for all the wrong reasons. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Charlie gazed back into her eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

"Too long."

Again, she didn't know how long it took her to reply, but she cleared her throat, "How—did you know it was me? The first time?"

Charlie's eyes were still roaming all over her face. "No. Not until you spoke."

Y/N must've held a questioning look because he added, "I'll never forget that voice."

He was saying such strange things. Were they strange? Or was it just because he affected her so?

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, you wouldn't come down, would you? I see you still have a thing for trees."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know the dragon reservation was in the alps," she said. "Do you know we're camping nearby?"

"'Course I do. You lot are beside dragon territory for a reason."

Excitement and fear raised Y/N's nerves. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie bit his lip. "You'll see."

"Are we digging in the reservation?"

He was walking out into the clearing now, beelining back towards the opening of the gorge.

"Charlie!" Y/N jogged to keep up. "Are we?"

He only smiled, "Patience, darling."

Darling. He used to call her that all the time even when they were back in Hogwarts. She always tried to ignore the fluttering feeling her chest made when he used the endearment, reminding herself that he must've used it on everyone else, not just her.

"Why did no one back at camp tell us anything?"

"I probably should've kept my mouth shut," was his only reply. They were crossing the two mountains flanking the stream, and as soon as they cut through the border, Y/N felt the same sensation she did when she went through the clearing. But this time in reverse, it was as if the raindrop was sucked back up.

She glanced up at the mountains. "Did you feel that?"

"Shield spells," explained Charlie. "To keep the muggles out. Temperature charms as well to regulate the reservation climate. Although the dragons do enough of their warming on their own, it's for precaution."

They walked up the stream, tracing back Y/N's previous path.

"Are you bringing me back to camp?" she asked.

"That, and I have to see Digby. Iron out tomorrow's schedule."

"So we are digging inside the reservation," Y/N didn't know if she was more thrilled or afraid.

Charlie glanced at her, "You heard nothing from me."

Studying his features as they strolled, Y/N couldn't help but admire how much Charlie Weasley grew up to be. He's always been lean and strong, especially with being an athlete back at Hogwarts, but now he seemed so much larger than life. Red tendrils were escaping his low bun and framing his chiseled face, there were a few scars on his nose and one under his lip. She shouldn't have been able to see it but she couldn't stop staring. He was big. Stockier than she'd ever seen him; hands wrapped in gauze and rope slung over a hook on his hip.

Charlie Weasley, dragon-tamer.

And he was staring right back at her.

"You have to take me to see more dragons," Y/N breathed. She didn't know where her voice went. It was all airy and she didn't like it. She hoped he would assume it was because of their walk.

Charlie stopped, deep brown eyes boring into her own. He was panting slightly too. Maybe it was the walk.

"Okay," he exhaled. "Promise."

"Cross your heart?" she almost whispered. Almost.

Two fingers traced a cross over Charlie's chest, his gaze not leaving hers, "Cross my heart."

#by gabi #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley fluff #hp post war #charlie weasley x fem!reader #i have no idea where this idea came from but here it is #there will be a part 2!#part 2 coming soon

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Option Three

Jaune looks at his scroll.

‘Ruby- Come to my room, I got something to ask you. I got donuts.’

Then knocks at Team RWBYs dorm.

Ruby: Come in!

Jaune walks into the dorm, it was the same his and the rest of team APLN.

Jaune see’s Ruby and Blake are sitting at a table staring darkly at each other..

There is no chair for Jaune though so he stand in front of the table.

Ruby makes a pyramid out of her hands.

Ruby: So glad you could join us today.

Blake: Quite glad.

Jaune looks at them.

Jaune: Ok, what’s up? Where’s Weiss and Yang?

Jaune to himself: The letter told me there would be donuts, should I bring up before or after we’re done. I don’t see any donuts in here though.

Blake and Ruby look at each other seriously.

Ruby shrugs and breaks eye contact from Jaune: Um, they’re around.

Blake nods: They’re here, just not in plain sight. We were wondering if you could help decide the answer to a question we have.

Ruby: A very important question.

They both look at Jaune dead in the eyes.

Ruby/Blake: Whose harem are you going to join?

Jaune stunned: Um, what?

Blake sighs and Ruby shakes her head.

Ruby: Buddy, I knew you were dense, but this is a whole new level!

Blake: Jaune, please be serious right now, this matter will shape the future of the world!

Jaune confused: What? I don’t get it, when did you two have harems, and furthermore, why would I want to join?

Ruby starts laughing: From the very beginning my dear boy! From the very beginning!

Jaune scrunches his face in confusion.

Blake: I admit it, I started out small, It began when Ilia realized she liked carpet and Adam suddenly wanted to pound tuna. But, then it really started to grow when I got to Beacon and met Yang and Sun. They both quickly swore to my Booty. Unfortunately, we pegged Adam too hard and he is intensive booty reconstruction hospital. So, I’m currently down a member and need a new one.

Blake said to Jaune smugly, looking at him like a piece of meat.

Jaune looks at her in confusion: I don’t even know who any of them are, besides Sun. What is that supposed to mean to me?

Blake chuckles: Oh, don’t you worry you’re adorable himbo skull, just listen I already have two blondes and brunette, so what do you say Jaune want to be my third?

Ruby interjects: Not so fast sister!

Blake: You’re sister in supporting my booty.

Blake said glancing down to beneath her.

Jaune looks over the table and see Blake using Yang as a chair... And Ruby using Weiss as one too. Weiss and Yang are red-faced but clearly enjoying themselves.

Jaune sighs and looks at Ruby tiredly.

Jaune: Alright, what do you have to say.

Ruby looks at him cheerfully.

Ruby: I’m glad you asked, bestie soon to be my restie. I was at one time just a modesty young woman with even modestier dreams. Then I met Weiss, who I quickly showed who should be leader, then Penny, who I gave friendship and a heart too, and then Oscar, who I peg to show dominance over. I never thought I’d be in my position today, but here I am. So what do say Jaune? To be honest I’ve always considered you to be an unofficial member of my harem, why not make it official?

Jaune squints his eyes at Ruby and Blake.

Jaune to himself again: What’s their game? I’m starting to think they’re won’t be any donuts.

???: NOT SO FAST! THAT FUCKBOI HASN’T ANSWERED YET!

Robyn Hill and the Happy Huntress emerge from the ventilation shaft.

Fiona falls out all fours and Robyn takes a seat at the table with May and Joanna flanking her.

Robyn: So you two, sneaky bitches though you could pull a power-move? Just because you two nearly have four doesn’t mean you can poach the local fuck boi population!

Robyn yells and slams down her hands on the table.

Blake and Ruby look at each other, then nod snapping their fingers as Sun and Ilia jump through a window and flank Blake, while Penny breaking through the roof with Oscar in her arms.

Blake narrows her eyes: Robyn Hill, so you were spying on us!

Robyn growls: For good reason you traitorous bitches! I thought you were a harem lord like me! But, you two are merely power hungry, Harem Conquers!

Ruby waves a finger at Robyn: Like you’re any different, why else would you be here. Rather than calling the Harem Leader’s Conclave in order to stop us, admitted it, you hypocrite! You’re just here for that piece of man, like the rest of us!

Ruby points at Jaune whose talking with Sun and eating donuts.

Jaune eating a banana cream donut: I have no idea what going on. I just came for some breakfast.

Sun: Me neither, but Blake put this collar on my tail and say I’m her property, so I was like ‘Ok, I guess I’m your’s now.’ It’s alright, I like Blake, but I miss my team though, But Blake says If everything goes according to Keikaiku-cake, what ever that is, she says my team will be her property too and they can stay with us. Oh, and I dig the new do by the way.

Jaune blushes: Thanks, I haven’t gotten too many opinions on it and I was feeling nervous about, I thought Nora was just being nice.

Robyn slams here hands on her table: So what, if I am?! Maybe I’m just here to protect the local himbo and keep him in his natural habitat!

Blake looks at Robyn scornfully: And where might his natural habitat be, inbetween you’re legs!? Or bending you in half!? Be honest to us Robyn, you’re just here to get the fourth to your harem in order to take our own, jealous we have been close time before, and are this close to greatness!

Robyn: You put your would be fourth into intensive booty care, and Oscar doesn’t count as two, it’d be weird if Ozpin stared popping out.

Ruby filing her nails: That’s why I peg him to assert by dominance over him, and in case Ozpin tries to get fresh with me.

Robyn: Regardless, I point your argumant back you Blake and Ruby, you’re trying to attain a Fourth Member in order to assert dominance over the other harems and absorb them into your own! That is why you’re making a power grab over the himbo!

Blake and Ruby say nothing.

Robyn: Your silence is telling.

Ruby and Blake both start to slow clap.

Ruby: Well, well, well, you figured it out. The one with the largest harem has the most power.

Blake: Our schemes are known to her now.

Robyn: What you’re doing would be going against the charter, you cannot forcefully make a himbo enter your harem, he must come on his own will! And you cannot have more than three, it would upset the natural balance. Only if the himbo choose you naturally, can you become a Harem Over-Lord! You twos attempts to become artificial Harem Over-Lords will be recorded and marked against you at the next Harem Leader’s Conclave.

Blake and Ruby look down mournfully.

Blake: Was it so much to ask to see Jaune and Sun get it on while Ilia is between my legs and I play with Yang’s tits?

Ruby: I just wanted my besties all in one place, seeing Jaune rail Oscar into the ground while Penny vibrates her hands inbetween Weiss and I!

Robyn: Your selfishness would have been your undoing, come let the Himbo go.

Jaune walks up eating a donut, Sun hanging off his back like a monkey.

Jaune: Still have no Idea whats going on, where are my donuts? I want more.

Robyn in her nicest voice: Don’t you see you poor Himbo, they were just trying to manipulate you into their harems to achieve ultimate power.

Jaune raises an eyebrow: Why would I want to join one, when I already have my own?

The three harem lord look at him stunned.

Ruby: Bullshit! I’ve never seen you at the meetings!

Blake: You aren’t even registered!

Robyn: You think just because you’re the local fuck boy, it makes you have a harem? Ha, what a joke!

Jaune rolls his eyes and whistles sharply.

Nora and Ren appear behind him, followed by Marrow, Cinder, Willow, Kali, Raven, then the thristy moms, and then finally Pyrrha in a new android body.

Jaune: I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me I have game. You have a week to submit to your new Overlord.

With that Jaune left followed by his harem, leaving the stunned lords in his wake.

Blake: He took Sun with him.

Ruby: He took Oscar with him.

Fiona raising up from the ground: He took Robyn!

AN: Don’t ask me, I don’t know either, the original idea was deciding who geets to be the main character by who had the biggest harem, so they decided to recruit Jaune only for him to play the reverse Uno card.

#Jaune Arc Crack #Jaune Arc #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao-Long #Robyn Hill #My madness grows once again.

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