Stopping at the Lon Lon Ranch was a sadly rarer treat for Link than he’d have liked. Back during his adventures, when pulled from time and set adrift in a world ruled by Ganondorf, he always imagined that, once everything was over, he would come back to the Ranch to settle down, taking up a quiet, pastoral life. It had been become a home for him in the time he was still reckoning with being displaced from not only his home in the Kokiri Forest, but from time itself, and… and it was part o...
2021-11-04 13:01:02 +0000 UTC
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“Here’s what we know.”
Jaune looked across the table—Ren had paper ready for notes, taken in his precise, byzantine code language, either on its sixth or seventh iteration, while Nora just had a soft grin on her face, clearly imagining the coming opportunity to take on whatever foes he was about to identify. This… this was right. Jaune might have been coming out of a rough night, but now, he was back on course. This was his team, and they were ready for action.
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2021-11-03 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Yang glanced out the window. Storm was coming in, not a big one, but it’d give them some good rain. Which was good—she’d been fretting for her garden getting enough water and this’d break the heat wave they’d been muddling through.
It was funny… even a small storm meant a crash of lighting, the mighty roll of thunder as the wind lashed the trees and rattled the windowpanes, and here was Yang, thinking not about the drama of nature roaring about them, but instead... about how...
2021-10-28 13:00:06 +0000 UTC
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A fist to the skull was not how Yang saw this fight going, but the big Mistralian didn’t really care what she expected as he socked her square in the eye and left her reeling. Stars flashed, colors bloomed, and that bastard was trying to push his advantage, get her while her ears were still ringing from the blow, but Yang knew—or, at least, her body knew—to pull back and, even on shaky legs, keep him from taking her out. It’d been the coup de grace of a seri...
2021-10-27 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The heat was… a lot. Weiss was an Atlesian girl, used to the seasonal changes of “snow” and “mud” then back to “snow,” the feel of bundled furs and sipping hot chocolate by a fireplace crackling merrily, watching the snow fall gently over the land. Vacuo was… the exact opposite of that. And while they were here on an important mission that Weiss knew was of paramount global significance, it was also… very, very hot.
After beating Salem in Atlas and narrowly averting di...
2021-10-25 13:00:08 +0000 UTC
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Slipping through the wall, Neo delicately rattled all the clothes and drawers in the dresser, loving the noise it made, so spooky and mysterious as she continued to drift through the bedroom, causing mischief at will. Perhaps no one was in the room to appreciate her haunting, but Neo did it for her own entertainment more than professional obligation. And besides: rattling the furniture was her right as a spirit.
Neo was a poltergeist, which, in terms of ghosts...
2021-10-24 13:00:05 +0000 UTC
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After a lot of back and forth, our first poll ended with a close victory for Warlord Jaune, a conqueror looking to raise an army to take revenge on the woman who betrayed him! I'm excited for getting started on Chapter 2!
In discussion on the Discord, there's been some talk about what characters should be involved and how, and particularly, if this story should involve M/M scenes. I've done a few stories with a bisexual Jaune that've been received well, but I'd like to leave this choice...
2021-10-22 01:51:26 +0000 UTC
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Stealth was Blake’s MO. She was the ninja of RWBY, the agile, subtle option where Yang’s bullheaded directness and Weiss’s elegant professionalism weren’t the right call. In missions, she was a whisper on the wind, slipping past Roman’s criminal henchmen or White Fang security. But in her personal life, it meant that she could do some very interesting things when people weren’t really looking.
It was funny. Her shadow clones weren’t anything that’d hold up to sc...
2021-10-21 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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This camping trip had been everything Yang had hoped for. Just her and Jaune on the open road, sleeping under the stars, taking in the beauty of nature, just… just being the two of them… together. Back at home, they all had too many responsibilities, too many distractions. There was work, of course, and Yang’s kickboxing career, but there were also things that were good, but just… distracting. Like their friends. They had a very close knit friend group, and that mean...
2021-10-18 13:01:03 +0000 UTC
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Further discussion about the fic is held on the Discord, to talk out and pitch ideas, but for a general overview of where the story should go from chapter one, I'm putting it to a poll! To clarify on the terms, Warlord Jaune will see the story of him gathering an army to conquer the lands he once protected. Corruptor Jaune will return to his Keep and get his revenge by subtly bringing all under his power. And for those who prefer my more traditional nice boy Jaune, there is the Paladin Jaune ...
2021-10-15 00:19:01 +0000 UTC
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Emerald floated through the waves of trans-existence that dwelt between the realms of existence. Usually, she hated it here, the endlessly dreary pseudo-existence that she was bound to until some mortal got ahold of her lamp, or, once they had it, while they were “enjoying” one wish and thinking what they’d do for the next one. But right now, it was a place to build anticipation, to await her summoning. Surely, it would be soon, surely her “Master” would realize any moment now…
2021-10-14 13:01:02 +0000 UTC
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The Valean Museum of Criminal History was a magnet for arch-criminals. Sometimes, Jaune wondered if it wouldn’t be better if they simply closed the museum, or just stopped having so many specifically themed exhibits, just to stop the endless cycle of burglaries. But at the same time… Jaune knew how critical it was for a nation to remember its history. And the museum educated tens of thousands of young Valeans about the past, something that was worth fighting for...
2021-10-11 13:01:04 +0000 UTC
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Just a quick note before the fic, but this story is special—as a patreon incentive, I'm letting patrons make suggestions and vote on what should happen next in this story. If you'd like to voice your opinion, I've got a patron-exclusive channel on my Discord for discussing it!
The shackles bit deep into Jaune’s arm. If he had the energy, he could sit up a little straighter, support his arms a little more, escape the pain, but… but he didn’t. He was stuck, slumped agai...
2021-10-07 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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“Jaune!”
The sound of his name was enough for Jaune to dutifully spring into action, swiftly changing course to enter Mrs. Schnee’s room. She was seated at a table, a freshly poured glass of wine (Jaune’s eyes slightly narrowed at that—he’d been doing so well to get her consumption down) beside her, as well as her scroll. And the look on her face told Jaune that she was taking a lot to compose herself—particularly fortified with wine—rather than give into her ob...
2021-10-04 14:01:02 +0000 UTC
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Jaune hadn’t really thought he’d ever be back in this studio. Oh, he’d parted on good terms, and Neo had made a very clear statement that he was welcome to return at any time, with her usual lack of subtlety. But still, Jaune had done his stint in porn, had enjoyed it quite a bit and made some good money on it, but he had wanted to move on to other things. He had many good memories from his time as Jonathan Dark, but he figured it was time to just be Jaune Arc for a wh...
2021-09-30 13:39:28 +0000 UTC
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Yang liked working with Blake. Oh, she had to be loyal to her sis, being both family and partners from the very beginning, but Blake was quiet and laid back in a way Ruby… wasn’t. And she wasn’t prissy like Weiss was—not just that she didn’t mind getting her hands dirty, but she was good for a dirty joke, didn’t mind if Yang had to throw a punch to get results, and wasn’t too good for some good, greasy street food while working. Oh, Yang liked Weiss well enough, they worked well...
2021-09-29 13:52:13 +0000 UTC
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Streaking through the Emerald Forest, a bolt of crimson through the resplendent green, Ruby Rose, recipient of the Huntsman’s Star, the youngest woman to hold the title Grand-croix in Vale’s Légion d’Honneur, the first Valean to receive the Atlesian Medal of Valor, and the first person to ever be awarded the Ozma Prize from the United Kingdoms, never felt more alive than when she was out in the field. But even in the field, as she sprang off of trees...
2021-09-27 14:00:00 +0000 UTC
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CW: Torture
Ren was a true believer.
He was a man of unshakeable faith. He had to be. After what he’d seen, what the Bough had done for him...
He was a child of Mistral, a refugee, one of so much human debris left behind when the Big Men of the world decided that there needed to be a war. His village had been burned, his parents… His memories didn’t go back to that night. All he had in his life was Nora, but Ren knew that clinging to her was like two swimmers caught in...
2021-09-15 16:55:22 +0000 UTC
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“And is there anything going on in your life, Winter?” Weiss asked, sipping her coffee attentively as she invited her sister to fill her in on the non-classified aspects of a Specialist’s work. Weiss was feeling good about herself, having answered her sister’s probing questions about her schoolwork and social life adeptly, making a good impression of how she’d used her time at Beacon. Her sister’s opinion meant the world to Weiss, and so she was always thrilled to see that she was...
2021-09-13 18:23:21 +0000 UTC
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“COUNT ALISTAIR OF VACUO TO WED VALEAN SOCIALITE”
Weiss chuckled at the headline. Beneath it, sketches of the Vacuan Count and Coco Adel, his bride-to-be were gazing at each other in adoration. In a way, the Ruby Masque had made this marriage possible, since Count Alistair was paying a healthy sum to ensure that Coco never learned about his relationship with his Mistralian bodyguard, and Miss Adel was paying quite generously to ensure that he learned nothing about her Faunus handmai...
2021-09-08 15:49:15 +0000 UTC
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Springing forward, her steps empowered by the fusion of body and machine made possible through the pinnacle of Chozo technology, Samus Aran dashed up the crumbling stones, acrobatically leaping forward from one step to the other, until she had enough momentum to activate the Shinespark and launch herself…
Not quite.
She wasn’t quite at the right angle and missed the landing to the next part of the pathway that was so obvious to her, and instead of springing f...
2021-09-07 17:57:08 +0000 UTC
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Chewing on a piece of grass between her teeth and wondering if these darn winds would ever calm down, Vernal was enjoying yet another lazy day on watch. They were deep in Mistral, too deep for much to threaten them, and so watch duty was more of a means of ensuring discipline, part of Raven’s insistence that the Tribe not get cocky. They were strong, but strength bred overconfidence… and that was how strong Tribes fell.
Still, boredom had a threat of its own. Scanning the h...
2021-09-06 19:58:24 +0000 UTC
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Waking up on the Bunker, the insane, hyperfuturistic space station full of sexy androids that look at you like you’re the last man on Earth—and, strictly speaking it was true—it’s almost too much to take in all at once. But then again, you have a lot of help in taking it all in.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” you murmur as your eyes flutter open. But it’s nothing you’re seeing that causes your reaction. No, you’re woken by the feeling of your dick being enveloped by...
2021-09-02 13:50:52 +0000 UTC
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As she stepped up to the casino, the bouncer stepped aside, letting her in without a word, just a nod of respect. She walked past the crowded tables where she could see it was a profitable night for their enterprise—their dealers had certainly taken her lessons to heart, letting the gamblers win just enough to lose big, but still leave them thinking that it was just a hit of bad luck. Plenty of people believed The Snowflake had the best odds in town, but their balance sheets sugges...
2021-09-02 03:17:13 +0000 UTC
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Thank you all for subscribing to my Patreon and, as of today, actually giving money to me. I hope you’ve enjoyed the benefits of your patronage, and I hope it lives up to your expectations! As I’ve said before, the experience of creating a Patreon is a humbling one, and knowing that so many of you are willing to support my work financially is both an honor and a charge—this is something that motivates me to continue producing work, the incentive, carrot and stick, to keep publi...
2021-09-01 16:40:00 +0000 UTC
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(Context for Patrons who might appreciate it: this is Chapter 2 of a Fire Emblem: Awakening fic)
The early morning sun was bright, the day was promising, and Morgan was resolved to make the absolute most of it. Striding through the camp, she saw the bleary-eyed soldiers at the end of the early watch raise tired salutes to her—which she always insisted that they didn’t owe her, being only the daughter of the army’s tactician—and made he...
2021-08-31 22:32:50 +0000 UTC
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CW: Hard Noncon
This wasn’t good.
Pyrrha struggled against her bonds. They were just… rope, nothing more, something she should have been able to burst out of with her normal strength, or incinerate with her Maiden powers, but she didn’t have the aura reserves to do anything. Not since that Grimm… thing had gotten her.
She’d been overconfident. The exact thing Qrow had warned her about when she had accepted her powers from Amber, when she...
2021-08-30 16:01:13 +0000 UTC
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Commissioned by Dysentia
It’s hard to imagine that the Earth you’re looking at, the brilliant blue-and-green jewel that looms so magnificently outside your viewing window could be anything other than the world you were born on, grew up on, spent your entire life on, and yet… looking at it, it feels so strange and alien that you can hardly process it.
Like, come on! You’re in space! Outer space! And… and more so…
What you saw of the worl...
2021-08-27 20:50:47 +0000 UTC
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Commissioned by Carpenter_656
Jaune sipped his coffee as his eyes ran down the list of extracurriculars offered at Beacon. Yes, he wasn’t here as an actual student, but Jaune had a lot more to him than just being a White Fang infiltrator. He had hobbies and personal interests, and Beacon had excellent facilities that he could be taking advantage of. There was a music club he was looking at—he missed playing the guitar like he used to back at the White Fang field ca...
2021-08-24 23:53:30 +0000 UTC
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HER VIXEN
It was hard not to be awed by Pyrrha.
Ruby had known her since she was 15, a teenager full of dreams of heroism and so utterly out of her depth for the realities of being a Huntress, when Pyrrha was a four time champion, a superstar celebrity that Ruby adored even before she got to learn what a sweet, humble, and kind person she was. Four years at Beacon had done much to emphasize the real girl, the always apologetic, unfailingly cheerful fox Faunus who...
2021-08-23 14:47:06 +0000 UTC
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