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Last one for today...
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The window to the RWBY dorm slid open with a familiar creak.
Qrow Branwen slipped inside like he owned the place, boots landing lightly on the floor despite the bottle in his hand. Yang looked up from the kitchenette, wearing a pink apron with little strawberries on...
The JNPR common room was lively with the usual morning chatter and the clatter of utensils on plates when the door swung open and Penny Polendina stepped inside, bright smile already in place.
"Salutations, Friend Ruby! Hello, Friend Yang! Hello, Friend Weiss! Hello, Friend Blake! Hello, Friend...
So, give me more ideas for Jaune Arc, Single Father. How do other characters react to her and the more serious Single Dad Jaune?
Penny?
Ironwood?
Ozpin?
Qrow?
Willow Schnee?
Velvet and Coco?
Arslan?
Roman Torchwick?
Give me ideas!
Jaune returned from daycare with Mia perched happily on his shoulders, the afternoon sun warming the Beacon Campus. Mia was chattering away about her day when they rounded the corner and nearly bumped into a tall, broad-shouldered man with messy blond hair and a warm, easy-going smile.
Taiyang...
The afternoon sun filtered softly through the tall windows of the meeting lounge, one of multiple such elegant rooms at Beacon. It cast a gentle glow over the delicate tea set laid out on the table. Winter Schnee sat with perfect posture, her white uniform crisp as always, while Weiss poured...
The scroll's hologram flickered to life in the JNPR dorm common room, casting Mordred Pendragon's grinning face in sharp relief against the late-night shadows. She was lounging in some tavern somewhere—probably Mistral, judging by the rowdy singing in the background—tankard in one hand, the...
Index: Glimpses Into Another Time: May: The Wedding
Royal Palace, Hastinpur, Pandu
Five years after Salem's defeat
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The air smelled of jasmine, sandalwood, and the faint sweetness of marigold garlands strung everywhere. May Sarkara stood in the private antechamber just off the main garden pavilion, dressed in the traditional red-and-gold...
The classroom was quiet, filled only with the soft scratching of Glynda's pen and the occasional cheerful hum from Mia.
Professor Port's field class had taken Jaune and the rest of the first-years deep into the Emerald Forest for the day, leaving Glynda in charge of watching Mia. She had put up...
The RWBY common room was quiet for once, filled only with the soft metallic clicks and whirs of tools.
Ruby sat cross-legged on the floor, Crescent Rose laid out in front of her like a patient on an operating table. Various small parts were neatly arranged on a cloth beside her. Mia sat right...
The Saint Polly – Vacuoan Dust-Crawler Technical Profile
Official Designation: VLS-1099 "Saint Polly" (Vacuo Land Ship)
Builder: Vacuo Steamworks (VSW)
Home Port: Vacuo
Commissioned: 1988 AMF
Current Captain: "Ma" Kaelin Hubbard – former Shade Huntress, retired, now full-time landship skipper...
The Breaker Faith
I. General Dogmas and Theology
Supreme Deity
Aslan, the Great Lion, the Table Breaker and Springbringer. Son of the Emperor Above. Prince of Peace. The embodiment of sacrificial love, redemption, and victory over death and tyranny.
The Holy Trinity
The Church teaches that...
Now the thing is, Religion and Science are not the same thing. At all.
Religion is a truth you live by in how you live your life and how morality and philosophy, approaching the world, works. However things go, you live by that truth, that framework for how people are supposed to behave, what...
So, here's a fun idea: Once science is invented and Ozpin gets around to learning some, he learns that Remnant... Is actually at least 4 billion years old, like Earth. It has a carbon cycle. It has fossils. It has a deep history well before Man or Faunus evolved. Well before the Brother Gods...
The Arc farmhouse was quiet in the late evening, the kind of peaceful silence that only existed when most of the younger siblings had finally been herded to bed. Down in the living room, the fireplace crackled softly while Jaune sat at the old wooden table with his scroll, idly scrolling through...
Index: Glimpses Into Another Time: Arslan: The Old Chapel
Haven Academy, Mistral
The day after the battle, Ten Months After Vytal
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The stone bench outside the old chapel was cold, worn smooth by decades of resting students. Jaune Arc sat with his back against the wall, armor still streaked with soot and dried blood. Arslan leaned against his...
The guest wing of Beacon was quiet at this hour, the kind of dignified hush that came from thick carpets and centuries-old stone. Willow Schnee sat at the small writing desk in her suite, Scroll held to her ear, voice low but steady.
"I know, Mister Hurt. I know. But we need this information...
Threadmarks: Rockets of Remnant 3: Late Night with John Doe
The dressing room lights felt harsher than any rocket glare. Jaune Arc stood in front of the mirror, fingers fumbling with his tie for the tenth time. The silk refused to cooperate, twisting into an angry knot that looked more like a pretzel than professional attire.
A soft knock broke the...
Index: Glimpses Into Another Time: Cinder: The Wedding
Radian Chapel, Gallia, Vale
Five years after Salem's defeat
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The small chapel on the edge of the Arc family lands smelled of white lilies, polished wood, and the faint scent of smoke that seemed to follow Cinder Fall no matter how many years passed.
She stood before the tall mirror in...
The Beacon library's quiet corner had become Blake's unofficial reading spot-far enough from the main stacks that he could actually focus, close enough to the emergency exit that she could bolt if Nora came looking for a sparring partner.
She was halfway through a chapter on advanced Aura...
The heavy door to the basement levels of Beacon clicked shut behind them with a solid, final sound. Ozpin led the way into the basement lab, cane tapping softly against the stone. Glynda followed a half-step behind, riding crop already in hand, her posture rigid with the kind of tension that had...