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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...
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 wind howled through the cracked spires of what had once been the city of Caer Moraltis, a name now forgotten by all but Ozpin and the dust. Trees and vines had reclaimed the once sprawling metropolis built of white stone. Enormous plazas of limestone brick and fallen marble statues. All now...
Hmmm... New idea.
Who here has seen Power Rangers: SPD? In that show, the Power Rangers Alpha Team, the best of the best, betray Earth and go over to the side of evil.
What if Cinder's team were like that to Ozpin?
What if Cinder's team were the seniors at Beacon Academy the year RWBY and...
Threadmarks: Why Jaune Shouldn't Sit in the Command Chair
The semester break had barely started when the summons arrived, crisp, official, and signed by General James Ironwood in triplicate. Beacon's strangest knight was requested (politely ordered) to report to Atlas for "comprehensive Semblance evaluation."
Ozpin had simply smiled behind his mug and...
The common room was suspiciously quiet when Neptune Vasilias strolled in wearing his best "cool guy" smirk and a freshly pressed jacket.
"Hey, Arc! I heard you and the teams are heading out on that overnight survival drill. Need someone to watch the little princess?" He flashed a winning grin...
Anyway, I saw "Project Hail Mary"-Again. So I'm going to try very hard not to write a fic about Jaune's experiences in the Ever After being akin to that movie and/or book.
Well... I mean... I had a thought.
The thought was that Jaune ends up going back in time... And he finds a ship. This is a...
The little bakery Taiyang Xiao Long had impulsively purchased sat on a quiet corner of Vale's commercial district, its fresh-painted sign reading Xiao Long Buns in cheerful yellow letters. Demand had exploded almost overnight—partly because the pastries were genuinely excellent, and partly...
Athena Nikos came to Beacon to visit her daughter in person. She found her on the green, relaxing with her team and RWBY. Jaune was strumming his guitar as Orleans grazed nearby.
Pyrrha: "Mother!"
Pyrrha rose. Athena frowned deeply.
Athena: "Pyrrha... That incident where you ran off with your...
The academy cafeteria was quieter than usual during the midday lull, most students still in morning lectures or out on field exercises. JNPR and RWBY had left at dawn for a multi-day training mission in the Emerald Forest, and the absence of their usual noise left a strange hush over Beacon...
Now, here's a new tact:
Back in 1959, the USAF was working on nuclear powered bomber aircraft. So General Electric proposed and built a prototype robotic manipulator that was operated by a single human and could protect the pilot from radiation while servicing the nuclear bomber aircraft...
The small train yard on the outskirts of Vale was quiet under the late afternoon sun, the only sounds the distant rumble of a freight train and the occasional creak of metal. RWBY and JNPR stood in a loose semicircle near an old loading platform, weapons at the ready.
Adam Taurus stepped out...
Index: Original Character, Do Steal: Harlan Conrad, Director Special Operations, Valean National Security Bureau
Name: Harlan Conrad
Allusion: Cecil Stedman from Invincible, Chief Inspector Heat from Joseph Conrad's The Secret Agent
Naming Process: Harlan is a sturdy, unpretentious Old English name meaning "rocky land" or "dweller at the rocky place," evoking a grounded, working-class reliability and quiet...
The common room was absolute chaos.
Jaune paced like a caged Beowolf, scroll clutched in one white-knuckled hand, voice cracking on every call. "She's not at the playground. Not at the library. Not answering her scroll—wait, she doesn't have a scroll, she's four!"
Ruby was halfway out the...
No, they're just Communists who make everything worse... Huh. Actually that would make sense.
But no, I do agree there needed to be a spectrum and nuance.
Threadmarks: Parent/Teacher Conference (Taiyang/Glynda): The Morning After
The Hunter's Rest was a small, dimly lit bar tucked into a side street near Vale's old commercial district. It catered to Huntsmen and Huntresses who wanted a quiet drink without the flash of downtown clubs or the rowdy energy of student hangouts. The walls were lined with faded mission photos...
The frontier village of Albus Ridge clung to the mountainside like a stubborn weed—stone walls, slate roofs, and a single dirt road that wound up from the valley below. RWBY and JNPR had been sent to reinforce the local militia after reports of a mad Scorpion Faunus and a small Grimm pack...