[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[AJ_Talon]

What if Blake was outed as the Princess of Menagerie at Beacon? Like, everyone now knows she's THAT Blake Belladonna?

(Yes she protests she's not a princess-Nobody listens.)

Cardin Winchester immediately makes nice because it's politically advantageous and his father is leaning on him to not be a bigot.

Neptune hits on her constantly, much to her and Sun's irritation.

She seeks solidarity with Arslan and Velvet as fellow Faunus-Arslan is unimpressed with Menagerie's anti-human policies, and Velvet hates Menagerie because Menagerians don't approve of human/faunus relationships.

Weiss... Is furious with Blake's hypocrisy and then realizes she HAS met Blake before-At fancy diplomatic dinners! As children! And Blake was unpleasant to her then too!

 

[AJ_Talon]

One of many issues with the Atlas Arc is that the politics are... Well, stupid. CRWBY were trying so hard to be "topical" that they failed to realize... It makes zero sense in-universe. It also doesn't help that CRWBY's understanding of real world politics is equivalent to the average Redditor's: Non-existent.

Atlas isolating itself and declaring a blockade... Was a stupid move. On every level. Unity is needed across the entire planet, especially with the CCTnet down, and Ironwood would know that. His belief in Atlas' superiority is immaterial, he would still want as many resources as possible and to work with his allies to figure out what Salem was up to.

And Jacques wants to end the blockade so he can make money... Makes him the bad guy? The world runs on Dust, him wanting to end this embargo is logical and the right thing to do. Yeah, he's a jerk and of course he wants more money-While providing a necessary resource to the entire planet. Why are you making the villain the guy in the right?

And Robyn Hill's little group steals supplies but we never see them actually distribute it to Mantle's citizens. They could have at least been seen fixing up a wall or two but no, because she's the underdog she's automatically the one in the right. Robin Hood stole from an illegitimate king to give to the poor he was exploiting, while still supporting the legitimate king to return and make things right: He wasn't Che Guavara. It betrays an overly simplistic and idiotic view of the world.

So, here's my suggestion for fixing the biggest issues with the Atlas Arc:

You know what the main issue for Atlas should be? Whether or not to take revenge on Menagerie for the actions of the White Fang. One faction in government wants to declare war on Menagerie and bomb the shit out of them, the other side wants to figure out what the hell happened. Ironwood and Hill can be on the side that is more moderate, Jacques and another military leader (Like Jinjur Hardy, the OC I made to be Ironwood's foil) can be on the Pro-War side.

Ironwood is opposed to declaring war on Menagerie when the world is already in chaos, he knows it won't help, and it will divert resources away from the Amity Project. Robyn Hill is against it because she's been looking over intelligence reports and it's clear that something bigger is going on. She and Ironwood can still be at odds because they're still political rivals, but they can work together on the important things, like the survival of life on Remnant.

On the other side, Jacques Schnee and Jinjur Hardy can be manipulated by Watts into wanting war. Jacques so he can make money off of it, and get more power, and Jinjur Hardy can get more power and become the defacto ruler of Atlas, and then Remnant through conquest.

This also means that Ruby has every incentive to tell Ironwood about Salem's immortality, and RWBYJNOR have an actual reason to be in Atlas aside from the Relic: They can provide testimony and evidence that Cinder is behind all of this, that Menagerie isn't backing the White Fang that has gone rogue (Blake also has a purpose here beyond yuribait) and that Salem is the real enemy.

Ironwood falling from grace due to Vytal and having to contend with Hardy as a rival, and make alliance with Robyn Hill's group, means you can have a rebellion against an authoritarian government (When Jacques or his candidate wins and Hardy gets in full power) without assassinating Ironwood's character or making anyone look stupid or evil. You can still have climatic final fights, with the added bonus that it actually MEANS SOMETHING and RWBYJNOR can win against some foes.

It's a very simple fix and all you had to do was not be stupid... But CRWBY couldn't even rise to the level of incompetent.

 

[Sliverhero]

what people think of this. Its my attempt at what would happened if jaune was even more devastated about not being able to kill Cinder
At haven


The air outside Haven Academy still smelled of smoke and blood.The battlefield was over—but victory didn't feel like victory. Weiss had gone looking for Yang, and Yang had gone looking for Jaune. It was Weiss who spotted him first.

He stood apart from the others, near the broken edge of a shattered courtyard wall. The cratered city sprawled below him, lit by dying fires. His armor was cracked, his sword hung limp in his hand.

"Jaune?" Weiss called, uncertain. He didn't move. Yang came up beside her, limping slightly, Ember Celica dented from the fight. "What's he—" She stopped mid-sentence when Jaune raised the sword, point turned toward himself.
"No…" Weiss whispered. They ran as fast as possible. Jaune didn't turn until they were almost upon him, his eyes empty and glassy, reflecting the broken moon.

"She's gone," he said softly. "I had her killer right there, right in front of me. And I still couldn't do it. I couldn't even avenge her."

Weiss shook her head, voice trembling. "Jaune, what you did—what we all did—saved lives. You can't—"

"I failed her!" he snapped, sudden and raw. "I trained, I fought, I bled—and it wasn't enough! Pyrrha's gone because I wasn't strong enough to protect her. And now I can't even finish what she started."

Yang's tone softened, her fists lowering. "You think dying fixes that? You think she would've wanted that?"

He laughed bitterly, tears streaking through the grime on his face. "She wanted me to live. And I can't even do that right."

Weiss stepped closer, hands out, cautious like approaching a wounded animal. "Jaune… I lost people too. I've seen friends fall. You don't honor them by throwing yourself away. You carry them with you."

Yang moved to his other side, her voice low and trembling. "Look, I wanted Cinder dead too. But ending your story here doesn't bring anyone back. It just leaves the rest of us without you."
Jaune's grip on his sword wavered. "I don't deserve to be here."

Weiss reached for him, aura flickering faintly. "You do. You're still here because you were meant to be. Because Pyrrha believed in something inside you—and so do we."

Yang took another step, her voice breaking. "You're not alone anymore, Jaune. Not ever again. So don't you dare go where we can't follow."

For a long heartbeat, the world was silent.
Then Jaune's sword slipped from his fingers, clattering against the stone. His legs buckled, and he fell to his knees.

Weiss caught him, pulling him close as the sobs finally came—deep, shaking, years overdue. Yang knelt beside them, wrapping both arms around the two of them as the fires of Haven guttered out in the distance.

Three Huntsmen, scarred but still standing.
For the first time since Beacon, Jaune cried not because he'd lost someone—
but because someone had stopped him from losing himself.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is my second part for jaune arc dealing with his failed attempt.

The first week at Saphron's house was a delicate balance between rest, small training, and learning to breathe again. Jaune's steps were careful, deliberate—sometimes too careful. His armor had been cleaned, but his limbs ached more often than not, and he found himself winded after even short walks.

Saphron fussed over him constantly, making sure he ate enough, drank enough, and slept, while Ruby hovered like a shadow, asking him to spar or practice just a little, just to keep moving.

Weiss and Yang took on a more subtle, protective role. Weiss fussed over his posture, adjusting his armor straps, offering cooling compresses after the small training sessions. "You can't push yourself too hard," she scolded quietly one afternoon. "Your body hasn't recovered from Haven, and your aura, your strength. It's not fully back yet."

Yang, meanwhile, was more physical in her approach, showing up beside him when he walked, lending him her shoulder when his knees felt weak. "C'mon, Arc, one step at a time," she said, her hand firm on his back as he struggled to keep his balance. "I've got you."

Jaune would laugh softly at their fussing, but there were moments—quiet moments in the early mornings or late at night—when he admitted to himself how much he needed it. How much he needed them.

One afternoon, Saphron returned from the market carrying a small bundle. "Meet your nephew," she announced, placing the squirming boy into Jaune's arms. Jaune froze, the boy's tiny fingers wrapped around his own, and Jaune felt a warmth he hadn't felt in months… and a weakness he hadn't expected. His arms trembled slightly under the boy's weight, and a quiet panic hit him.

"Uh… okay," he muttered, his voice tight. "I… I've got this." Ruby bounded forward. "You're doing great, Uncle Jaune!" Nora hopped up, practically bouncing. "He likes you already!"

Yang and Weiss exchanged a look. Yang's grin faltered as she leaned closer, whispering, "Look at him… he's… he's so careful with him."

Weiss's arms folded around herself, tone clipped but betraying concern. "He's… delicate. And you… you're still fragile yourself. Be careful."

Jaune laughed nervously, rocking the baby slightly. "I… I'll be fine… I think." Yang stepped closer, hand brushing his arm. "Hey, don't pretend you're fine. You're recovering, Arc. Let us help you."

Weiss joined him on the other side, her fingers brushing his hair back from his damp forehead. "We're right here. You don't have to do this alone."

For the first time in months, Jaune let himself lean into their care. The baby gurgled happily, unaware of the weight of battles lost and survived, and Jaune smiled softly, allowing his body to relax despite the lingering aches.

---
By evening, the baby asleep and the house quiet, Jaune sat by the fire, muscles sore and energy low, while Weiss brought him a warm cloth for his forehead and Yang propped his shoulders with a pillow.

"You're doing better," Weiss said softly, tone almost gentle. "But you need to rest."
Yang nudged him playfully. "Yeah, you're not saving the world tonight. Let the rest of us handle it for now." Jaune leaned back, letting the two of them fuss over him, letting himself feel weak and cared for. For once, he didn't have to be strong.

And both Weiss and Yang, watching him settle, hearts unexpectedly tugged, realized that the man before them—still recovering, still fragile, still human—was the same one who had survived Haven and carried them all through so much. And somehow, that made him… even more remarkable.

 

[Sliverhero]

Have this idea for a ff7 inspired SDC and events.
anyone can take it up if they want. Taking for this Adam ends up instead of getting his mark like in canon he beccomes a testsubject and through the power of the light he gets conivced
To join the SDC and get trained to lead their new division, of the the surivours of the tests.

The northern tundra of Solitas was silent — a cathedral of frost and wind where the world itself seemed frozen in prayer. Beneath the endless white, deeper than any mine had dared to dig, men from the Schnee Dust Company had broken through the last layer of ice and found something that shouldn't have existed.
A mysterious cavern, it was so bright inisde as if it was a world of light. The poor souls that cracked it opened first are now permanently blinded, their minds shattered. All they will say
Is that the light will come for us all, Praise the light.

Once it dimmed after the initial burst of light. It pulsed like the heart of Remnant itself — a pool of liquid radiance, swirling in hues of blue and silver, its surface alive with whispers that carried on the air. The engineers had no words for it. The scientists had too many. Only one man saw it clearly, an opportunity.

Jacques Schnee stood at the edge of the abyss, the glow from below painting his pristine white coat in ghostly colors. The ice reflected a fractured, shimmering version of his face — cold, calculating, untouched by awe.

Behind him, the rhythmic click of metal boots echoed through the chamber.
Dr. Merlot adjusted his spectacles, eyes alight with feverish curiosity.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" he whispered, almost to himself. "The readings… it's not Dust. Not Aura. Something older, purer. The air hums with creation. Can you feel it, Mr. Schnee?" Jacques's gaze never left the pool. "I can only feel cost, and danger. Tell me if it's even worth all that. "

Merlot leaned forward, a dark spark in his eyes. "You think in ledgers. But think of legacies. This… this could reshape the very nature of life. Imagine a pool that builds rather than destroys — something that can be harnessed, amplified. Imagine the power to strengthen bodies, amplify souls, even grant humans the ability to generate Dust themselves."

A low hum rose from the cavern, as though the light itself agreed. Jacques's gaze fell again to the pool. "Soldiers who never tire. Miners who never fail. Hunters loyal to the company alone." He smiled, small, deliberate, predatory. "You're saying I could make them?"

Merlot's grin returned, sharper than ever. "With time. And blood." From his coat, he produced a small vial. Inside, a droplet of the glowing liquid hovered, pulsing with its own heartbeat. "A fragment of the pool. Alive, Mr. Schnee. It wants to bond. To build."

The vial cast Jacques's face in divine blue, and for the first time, something flickered behind his calm exterior — not fear, but hunger. "And you're certain it can be contained?"

Merlot chuckled softly. "Contained? No. Guided, yes. With the right vessel." Jacques repeated, "The right vessel?" "Subjects," Merlot said simply. "Human. Faunus. Those with strong Aura or strong will. Desperation helps — it breeds survival, adaptability, strength."

Jacques exhaled, watching his breath curl in the icy air. "Then find me some. Quietly. Prisoners. Laborers. Atlas doesn't question where its failures go, and I won't answer if anyone asks about this one." Merlot's grin widened. "Discretion — the finest currency."

He turned back to the pool, eyes reflecting the glow. "One day, Mr. Schnee, the world will call this a miracle. A second genesis. And your name will be the first written in its history."

Jacques adjusted his gloves, voice cold as the ice around them. "I'm not interested in history, Doctor. I'm interested in patents."
Merlot laughed quietly, the sound echoing through the cavern long after Jacques's footsteps faded. Alone, he knelt before the pool.

It pulsed again — as if sensing him. The hum grew into a whisper, ancient, a voice that was not human.
…create…

Merlot froze. Then, with a trembling smile, he removed a glove and dipped a fingertip into the liquid. The light flared — blinding, holy, terrifying. Whispers became a chorus.

"Oh yes," he murmured, reverent and unhinged. "We will." The cavern trembled. Cracks spidered across the ceiling as a column of azure light erupted upward, piercing the frost and storm above.

Far above, Jacques paused on the lift as the light reached him, illuminating his pale eyes. He did not flinch. He simply adjusted his tie and smiled.

In the depths below, the world began to change.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 2 of my ff7 inspired idea

SDC Research Facility — Atlas Sublevel 17

The air smelled of metal, frost, and sterilized fear. Rows of glass pods lined the chamber, each pulsing faintly with the same blue-white radiance that had been drawn from the northern tundra. Inside them, silhouettes twitched, breathed, and dreamed in liquid light.

Dr. Merlot stood before one of the pods, clipboard in hand, his smile razor-thin. "Subject A-07. Male. Faunus. Notable Aura compatibility. Psychological profile: violent tendencies, anti-human sentiment. Perfect instability for adaptation."

He tapped the glass. The body within floated still — a young man with crimson hair drifting like a flame through water. The bull's horns had been shaved down, half-hidden by bandages. Tubes traced veins of silver across his skin, feeding into the glowing veins that pulsed beneath.

"Adam Taurus," Merlot said softly. "Let's see if the light can tame the beast." A hum filled the room as the containment seals opened. The luminous liquid drained, leaving Adam gasping on the platform, his eyes snapping open — no longer red, but shimmering with fractured blue.

Technicians backed away as he collapsed, coughing. His voice came hoarse, hollow. "What… what did you do to me?" Merlot leaned down, expression almost paternal. "We improved you. You were lost, angry, broken. The light cleanses such impurities. How do you feel?"

Adam blinked. His heartbeat echoed — not in his chest, but everywhere. In the walls. In the hum of the machinery. In the light itself. "Calm," he said finally. Confused, but true. "I feel… calm."

"Excellent," Merlot murmured. "You'll serve the Company well. You'll protect, not destroy. You'll find meaning in your strength — purpose in your obedience."

Weeks passed. Adam healed, trained, obeyed. The hatred that once burned in him now flickered low, replaced by a strange serenity. He fought for the SDC's security forces — fast, efficient, unstoppable. They called him Project Dawn and Jacques? He was pleased.

The Company lavished their loyal subjects with luxury: personal quarters, new weapons, even artifical families crafted for morale stability. To the world, they were elite soldiers. To the SDC, they were living prototypes.

But sometimes, in his dreams, Adam heard the whispers again , the same voice that had called to Merlot in the cavern.
It repeats faintly "…create… serve… ascend…"

He would wake drenched in sweat, eyes flickering between blue and red. For a moment, the hatred returned, faint, fragile, human. Then it would fade, swallowed again by the light.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 3 of my ff7 inspired idea.
Could go down two routes for this either down the path of sephorith or vincent
Now let's begin.

Atlas Research Transport — En Route to Facility S17

The hum of the engines drowned the boy's trembling breaths. Snow clung to his matted blond hair, melting into the collar of his torn coat. His wrists were bound, the cuffs biting into his skin. Across from him, Atlas soldiers sat in rigid silence — every chestplate marked with the Schnee crest, the symbol of power and purity.

Dr. Merlot sat opposite, tapping a stylus against his datapad with a patient rhythm. "You're fortunate, you know," he said conversationally, tone almost kind. "Most Faunus test subjects never make it to the lab. But you're an Arc. That name still carries weight."

This poor boy, Jaune on the verge of greatest if he doesnt know yet, met his gaze with defiant blue eyes that couldn't quite hide the fear beneath. Merlot smiled thinly. "Ansel, correct? That little hunting town? Your family's bred Huntsmen for generations, great reservoirs of Aura, even unawakened. A legacy made flesh."

Jaune's voice trembled. "Where are you taking me?" Merlot's eyes gleamed. "To your future, of course. Atlas rewards those who serve."
He leaned forward, voice lowering to a whisper. "But if you'd prefer, we could always bring in one of your sisters instead. The younger ones, perhaps? We have use for volunteers of your bloodline."

Jaune's heart lurched. "No! Leave them alone!"
Merlot smiled, a thin curve of triumph. "Then cooperate, and ensure they remain… untouched by progress."

The boy looked down, silent. His fists clenched until his knuckles bled. Merlot leaned back, satisfied. "Good lad. You've just saved them — for now." The transport rumbled on through the blizzard, toward a future written in steel and sorrow.


Atlas Research Facility S17 — Containment Wing

The facility breathed like a sleeping beast.
Pipes along the walls pulsed with cold blue light, feeding power to the sealed chambers below. As they dragged Jaune through the corridor, he glimpsed shadows through glass — bodies suspended in tanks, faces slack and eyes glowing faintly, like broken stars.

At the end of the hall waited Jacques Schnee, flanked by guards. His immaculate coat caught the sterile light as he regarded Jaune with disinterest, the way one might appraise livestock. "Small," Jacques observed. "You're certain this is the right specimen?"

Merlot's tone bordered on reverence. "Unawakened Aura, yes — but readings surpass all expectations. His potential is impressive. If the Light binds properly, we may see the first true fusion."

Jacques adjusted his tie, already turning away. "Then proceed. The Arc family should be proud their blood serves progress." "I just want to go home," Jaune whispered. Jacques didn't even glance back. "Progress doesn't need permission."

Testing Chamber — Project DAWN: Phase II

They strapped him down beneath a web of glass conduits filled with liquid light. The air buzzed with static, energy building until every surface thrummed. Assistants whispered as Merlot monitored the readings, a manic glint in his eyes. "Begin the infusion."

The first drop of light touched Jaune's skin — and he screamed. Golden Aura burst from him, raw and unrefined, colliding with the azure energy surging through the system. Sparks danced. Monitors exploded. The chamber filled with searing brilliance as gold and blue devoured one another.

"His Aura's rejecting it!" a technician cried.
"Let it!" Merlot shouted, leaning in. "The Light doesn't seek obedience — it seeks will!"
For a fleeting instant, the storm of energy took shape — wings of radiant gold unfurling behind the boy, a phantom echo of something greater. Then came the detonation, then the Light and finally the silence.



Observation Room — Time Unknown

When Jaune woke, everything was quiet.
Cracked glass glimmered above him like a shattered sky. His restraints were gone, but his body felt foreign, heavy, hollow, and bright. His veins pulsed faintly gold beneath the surface.
Behind the glass, Dr. Merlot watched, trembling in awe. "He survived. The Light didn't consume him, it chose him.This is it"

Jaune turned toward the window, eyes unfocused. "Who… am I?" Merlot smiled gently to him, the way a liar smiles at a child. "You are Jean," he said softly. "Subject DAWN-1. The first of a new kind of being, the bridge between humanity and the Light. My magnum opus"

The boy blinked, confusion clouding his gaze. His voice was barely a whisper. "Jean…"
Merlot nodded, the name already rewriting history. "Remember it well, my boy. The Arc line no longer exists. You belong to Atlas now."

Behind the reinforced glass, the heart of the facility pulsed once, deep and alive. The Light had found its vessel.


But Beneath the Silence…

Far beneath the layers of code and chemical sleep, something small stirred.
A distant memory, a laugh, a field, a promise whispered beneath a summer sky.
A face.
A name.
A sister's voice, calling him home.

Jaune.

It flickered once, faint as dying embers, but it did not go out.

 

[LordofBones]

So, we've discussed Orochimaru Jaune, but how about another Akatsuki member being reincarnated, and instead of everyone's favorite snake it's Hoshigaki Kisame?

Jaune finds himself having flashbacks or memories of a different life, and Nick catches his son doing katas with his own fuck-off huge sword like he was born with it in his hand. Isabel nearly has a heart attack when a young Jaune vanishes near a river and finds that he's not only swimming in the deep end like he was born in it, but he's somehow turned an entire pack of crocodiles into his minions, almost like he was a larger predator and they were terrified of him.

Pyrrha: "Um, Jaune? Is that a crocodile?"
Jaune: "Yup. His name's Itachi!"
Ren: "You named a crocodile 'Weasel'?"
Jaune: "He reminds me of an old friend, I guess."

Blake: *stares in horror and jealousy as a giant crocodile gorges itself on Beacon's premium tuna*
Itachi: *growls**

*Foolish little feline, if you wish to surpass me then hate me, loathe me, live in a wretched manner.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 4 of my ff7 inspired idea

Atlas Command Spire — High Council Briefing

The council chamber was all glass and frost. Below, the city of Atlas gleamed like a jewel buried in ice, a fortress of progress suspended above the world.

General Aldren Vale stood stiffly before the central dais, the sigil of Atlas embossed on his chestplate. He was not a man easily impressed, but even he could not deny the spectacle playing out on the holographic display before him. Footage from Facility S17, a boy, surrounded by light, tearing through steel restraints as though they were smoke.

Jacques Schnee's reflection shimmered beside the projection, his tone calm and rehearsed. "Project DAWN represents a leap forward in Aura synthesis. Imagine, General, soldiers empowered not by Semblance, but by science. Atlas could be untouchable."

Vale's eyes narrowed. "You're asking for unrestricted access to our recruitment pools and you want SDC oversight on research directives?" Dr. Merlot stepped into view, smile sharp as a scalpel. "Think of it as collaboration, General. The Schnee Dust Company provides the materials, you provide the soldiers. Together, we perfect the weapon."

Jacques' gaze slid toward Vale, voice lowering. "Of course, such vision requires funding, and discretion. Certain channels can be arranged… privately."

The gleam of credit chits flickered across the holo-table. Vale hesitated, pride warring with greed and lost. He pressed his hand to the table, sealing the authorization. "You'll have what you need. Atlas will see this through."Jacques smiled. "Atlas always does."

Weeks Later — The Fall of General Vale

It was supposed to be a routine Grimm-clearing operation.A convoy of armored transports moved through Mantle's lower districts, Vale riding at the head, confident, oblivious.

From the shadows above, Merlot watched through a surveillance drone, voice cold over the comm. "Release the pheromone dispersal. Let them come." The first Beowolf struck before the soldiers could react. Then a dozen more. Then the sky darkened with wings.

Vale's panicked calls for air support went unanswered.In the chaos, SDC security forces arrived — pristine white armor glinting under the flames. Leading them was a figure in experimental combat gear, a faint golden glow pulsing from beneath his collar.
Subject DAWN-1, Jean.He moved like light itself, cutting through Grimm in arcs of pure brilliance.Beside him, another soldier in red and black, Adam Taurus, his mask glinting, blade flashing with crimson Dust.

The two cut a path through the chaos while Atlas' own command was wiped out. Jacques watched the broadcast later, feigning sorrow before the cameras. "A tragedy. General Vale died a hero. But thanks to the Schnee Dust Company's intervention, Mantle still stands."

Applause filled the airwaves. Behind the scenes, Merlot's voice purred over the comms. "He served his purpose. Now Atlas is ours to shape." Jacques adjusted his cufflinks, smiling faintly. "Not Atlas, Doctor. The world."

Deep Within Facility S17 — Observation Chamber

Jean stood before the mirror, eyes distant. His reflection flickered between blue and gold.
In the glass, he saw not a soldier — but a ghost.
A whisper rose in the silence.
"Jaune."

He turned sharply. No one there. Only the hum of machines — and the faint, familiar ache of something human, buried beneath the Light.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 5 of my ff7 inspired idea.
No one is safe

Mantle Outskirts — Operation Dawnlight

Two Months Before the Fall of General Vale

The call came at midnight. Atlas Command was stretched thin; a Grimm pack had breached Mantle's outer district. No Huntsmen were available for immediate deployment. Taiyang Xiao Long didn't think twice.

He'd been teaching at Signal, restless, missing the field. A last-minute mission from Atlas, a chance to make a difference. He said yes. The convoy arrived at dawn: two armored transports, four Atlas soldiers. Too small a team for a Grimm surge, but they said the rest were waiting at the site.

When they reached the refinery ruins north of Mantle, the snow was untouched. No Grimm tracks. No movement. "Something's off," Tai murmured, hand on his weapon.

Then the comms cut.
From the ridgeline above, white-armored figures descended, rifles crackling with stun charges. No insignia. No unit codes. Atlas soldiers didn't move like that.

Tai fought hard, aura flaring gold through the storm. He dropped three before they brought him down. A dart hissed against his neck.
The world tilted — light folding in on itself.
The last thing he heard before blacking out was a voice, smooth and clinical: "He'll do nicely."

Facility S17 — Sublevel Theta

White light burned his eyes.
Tai woke in restraints, cold metal biting into his skin. Machinery hummed around him; the air smelled of ozone and antiseptic. Dr. Merlot stood beyond reinforced glass, flanked by lab techs in sterile coats.

"Welcome back, Mr. Xiao Long," Merlot said pleasantly. "You've proven… stronger than most." Tai struggled against the restraints. "What did you do to me?"

Merlot smiled faintly. "You volunteered for service. We simply gave you purpose." He gestured toward a console pulsing with pale golden energy. "Atlas recovered traces of the Pool of Light — the raw essence of creation itself, beneath the northern mantle. We've learned to refine it, to bottle the divine."

He stepped closer to the glass, voice lowering. "Most subjects couldn't withstand direct injection. Their Auras fractured. Their bodies tried to contain the power… and failed." He tapped a button. A side wall shimmered to life — a holographic projection of containment pods.

Inside them moved things — shapes once human, now distorted. Pale flesh threaded with veins of radiant white, eyes glowing like lanterns. Their movements twitched, unnatural, almost insect-like.

Merlot's tone was calm, clinical. "They were weak. They let the Light consume them — became beasts made of brilliance and pain. Marvelous, in their own way." He turned his gaze back to Tai. "But you… your Aura resists it. Adapts. You're not burning — you're becoming."

Tai's breathing quickened, gold light flickering from his veins. "You turned them into monsters."
Merlot smiled. "No, Mr. Xiao Long. They turned themselves into proof."

He pressed another command. Needles lowered from above, glinting like glass. "Now… let's see how much further your soul can stretch before it breaks." Tai's scream echoed through the chamber — a raw, golden howl swallowed by the machines.

Observation Log 41-B — Project REVENANT

Subject 07 (Xiao Long, T.) exhibits stable Aura retention under direct Pool-synthesis exposure. No critical degradation observed.
Previous test subjects displayed Light-induced monstrosity — uncontrolled aura crystallization and neural collapse. Terminated for containment safety. Subject's emotional triggers remain anchored to family identifiers. "Summer" elicits rapid energy fluctuation.



Merlot's private annotation: He is more than a vessel. The Light recognizes him, bends for him. The others begged for death. He fights. It's… inspiring.

Patch — One Month Later

Snow drifted quietly through the trees.
Summer Rose sat on the porch of the Xiao Long home, cloak wrapped tight around her shoulders. Yang ran in circles chasing Ruby's giggles through the snow, while the forge light flickered behind them. Qrow Branwen leaned against the railing, flask in hand. "So Atlas finally sent their story?"

Summer nodded. "They said it was a Grimm ambush. No body recovered." Qrow frowned. "That's it? Just… gone?" Summer's gaze stayed on the horizon. "It's Atlas. That's all they ever say."

Qrow shifted uncomfortably. "You don't buy it, do you?" Her voice was soft but steady. "I don't have the luxury not to. I've got two girls to raise. I can't keep hoping every time the door opens."

Atlas — Facility S17

Deep beneath the city, the Pool's synthesized light shimmered through the glass floor of the containment lab. Tai hung suspended, golden veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. Monitors flickered with erratic patterns. His heartbeat was steady, too steady.

Merlot stood before the tank, a faint smile ghosting across his face.
"You've surpassed the others," he said quietly. "Even the monsters envy you now." He placed his hand on the glass. "You will change the world, Mr. Xiao Long, whether you wish it or not."

The glass pulsed beneath his touch. Tai's eyes opened for an instant — bright gold, filled with fury, the monitors screamed. Merlot only smiled wider. "Ah. There it is. The Light remembers who it belonged to."

Patch — That Night

The fire was low, the wind sharp.
Summer tucked Ruby into bed, smoothing the blanket across her small chest. Yang's laughter had faded into steady breathing in the next room. The candle flickered — then went out.

A crimson shimmer split the air, scattering feathers across the floor. Raven Branwen stepped through, her cloak trailing frost. Her eyes darted around the room before fixing on Summer. "Where is he?"



Summer blinked, startled. "Raven? What are you..." "Tai," Raven said, her voice edged with panic. "Atlas says he's dead, but something's off. I've heard whispers, disappearances, sealed convoys, missions no one comes back from. What did they tell you? Even some of the tribe have gone missing?"

Summer swallowed hard. "They said it was Grimm. He died protecting a transport." Raven's expression hardened. "Atlas lies. Always has. And when they lie this big… something's wrong."

Summer's voice cracked. "If you know something." Raven shook her head. "I don't. Not yet." She looked toward the distant glow of Atlas, a storm flashing behind her eyes. "But I can smell blood on the snow , and Atlas is knee-deep in it."

The air shimmered again as she opened a portal."If he's alive," she whispered, "I'll find him." Then she was gone — leaving Summer alone in the dark, clutching her cloak as the wind howled through the trees.

 

[AJ_Talon]

Repost from Spacebattles by K9thefirst1:

Gentlemen... We cracked it. We figured out how Yang and Ironwood dropped off the cliff.

Spoiler: Observe

Now, notice the patch on Ironwood's right temple? Apparently that's an implant meant to help his brain manage his cybernetics.

So in RWBY limb replacement prosthetics of the kind we see in the show require neural links.

Meaning potentially direct links into the Brain! Especially since the Frontal Lobe is where the inhibition centers are.

So.

Yang puts her arm on the Mantle WiFi, giving Watts almost direct access to her brain.

Watts seemed a little too happy about being captured. It wasn't about Salem approaching, it was being able to more easily access James and his Previous gen implant!

He scrambled their brains! That's why Ironwood went evil! It's why Yang suddenly got the hots for Blake despite her abandonment issues and Blake hitting all of them!

MindBlown.gif

 

[Sliverhero]

So I watched the chainsawman movie, it was epic.
So it gave me an idea for a crossover where a isekai devil at the end of the movie on the beach scene, decides to interfere and send the the three to rwby where denji and reze ends up becoming jaune parents.

If anyone wants to continue it or make there own version they are free do so.

So here is the prologue.

The waves rolled in soft and red beneath the fading sun. Denji stood knee-deep in the surf, chest heaving, blood dripping from the dull tips of his chainsaws. The roar of battle was gone now — only the hiss of the tide and the quiet wheeze of his breath remained. Reze lay a few feet away, face half-buried in the sand. The wind tugged at her wet hair.

"Hey," Denji muttered, stumbling toward her. His voice cracked. "You're still breathing, right?"
Her eyelids fluttered. For a moment, he saw that same look — half a smile, half an apology — before she exhaled and tried to sit up.

He dropped beside her with a tired grin. "Told ya I'd save you." "Idiot," she murmured, though there was no venom in her voice. Just exhaustion. And something that almost sounded like relief.
For a fleeting second, Denji thought maybe this was it , maybe the two of them could actually walk away from all of it,from Makima, from Devils. From hell itself. Then the air split open.

A sound like glass shattering and thunder crashing at once tore through the beach. The horizon folded inward, black and gold and endless. Out of it stepped something wrong — a figure that seemed to change shape every time Denji blinked. Its face was made of hundreds of other faces, whispering all at once.

Beam burst from the waves, tail thrashing. "Lord Chainsaw Man! That's no ordinary devil! That's..." The creature tilted its head. "...the Isekai Devil," it finished for him, voice echoing in a thousand tones. "Born from the fear of being taken somewhere you don't belong."

Denji raised his chainsaws again, but his hands trembled. "You talk too much, freak." The Isekai Devil's smile spread across every face on its body. "And you were supposed to die under her thumb. How disappointing for Makima."

Reze's eyes widened. "Makima…?" "She had plans for you all," the Devil murmured. "But I like rewriting plans." Before anyone could move, its hand opened — and the world bent. Wind howled as a vortex of color and void erupted, dragging everything toward it. Sand, water, even the sunset spiraled inward.

"Denji!" Reze screamed, reaching for him.
He grabbed her arm, chains whirring as he tried to anchor them into the ground. Beam lunged forward, fangs out. "LONG LIVE..." The rest was torn away.

They hit the ground hard. Denji groaned, rolling over on cool grass that shouldn't have existed. The air smelled clean. Wrongly clean. No smog, no city rot, just wind and dirt and something sweet.

Reze stirred beside him, blinking at the shattered sky above. "Denji… where are we?"
"No clue," he muttered. "But… that moon looks busted." Beam landed headfirst in a nearby stream, tail fin twitching. "My lord… I believe we have been relocated!"

Denji squinted up at the moon again — cracked like glass, half a planet missing. "Yeah, no kidding." QA growl broke the silence. They turned.

A creature stood at the edge of the woods, something black and hulking, eyes glowing red, bones like armor. It stepped forward on clawed feet, the ground cracking beneath it.
Denji sighed. "Tch. Another devil?"The thing snarled, then froze. Its gaze met Denji's. Something primal flashed in its eyes, and it backed away. Whining. Terrified. Reze frowned. "It's… scared?" "Yeah," Denji said, flexing his fingers. "Guess even monsters got good instincts."

They walked until their legs gave out, until the trees parted and a small farmhouse appeared ahead, lantern light spilling through the windows. An older man stepped outside, grey-haired and gentle-eyed, with a woman right behind him holding a blanket.

"Good gods," the man breathed. "You three look like you've been through hell." Denji laughed weakly. "Something like that."

"Come in, come in!" the woman said, ushering them toward the door. "We'll get you cleaned up." Denji hesitated, glancing back at Reze. She gave a tiny nod. They followed.

Inside, warmth replaced the cold. The man smiled kindly. "Name's Giles Arc," he said. "You're safe here." For the first time in a long time, Denji believed it.

Meanwhile… Tokyo.

The Control Devil stood in silence, the city lights painting her in gold and shadow. Makima's eyes were closed. She could feel it, faint, distant, flickering like a dying signal. A trace of Beam's madness. And somewhere beyond that, him.
"You made a mistake," she whispered to the void. "You took what's mine."

A ripple of pressure swept through the room as the air grew thin. Her smile was soft. Beautiful. Terrifying. "If the Isekai Devil thinks it can steal from me… "Her eyes opened. Rings of amber glowed. "…then I'll simply have to follow."

Outside, somewhere unseen, the rift between worlds pulsed again — and from its cracks, other devils began to crawl. Drawn by something new. Something hungry.

In this new world, where Grimm roamed and Hunters fought with light, a new kind of nightmare had just arrived.

 

[SharkCultist]

Humans often wonder about life, death, and the divine. Few wonder about death in relation to the divine, outside of gods of death.

It would be surprising for many humans to learn that death for a god is very similar to human. Die, see what afterlife has a claim to your soul, either go to the afterlife or get most of yourself scrubbed clean and reincarnated.

Gods just get by with a much less thorough clean. So Neptune remembered his former self.

The god of tides. Which is also why he is terrified of them.

Cold cold, there's no air, why is there no air?

It's almost funny. A water god dying to drowning.

It didn't feel funny.

And if he's completely honest with himself it was deserved.

It had been the usual game, find a human, bless human, send them out to be a hero.

The human he picked was excellent. So excellent in fact that all the other elemental gods (outside of those weirdo brothers) also blessed her. And she rose to their every challenge, she killed every monster, toppled every tyrant, ended every war.

It was amazing! Inspiring! A tale for the ages.

It was boring.

So the gods decided to take their gifts back.

But they refused. And isn't that shocking?

A human loved by the sea more than the god who commands it, embraced by the skies, cradled by the earth, and kissed by the flame. She was beloved by the planet.

And she was unhappy to learn of the gods games. She didn't hunt them, but she refused to listen to them any longer.

Their nature as gods meant they couldn't abide a human, a mortal, running around with power like that who didn't heed them.

So they came for her. And she cut them down. Pyrakanos turned to ash in a hold that almost looked like a lovers embrace.

She got it the easiest. Terraros the earth god had his body melted and purified again and again until there was nothing left but a hunk of iron. She made a statue of a tree out of it.

He isn't quite sure what happened to thundarossa the sky queen she didn't go out with a bang but with a whisper on the winds.

And then it was his turn. He should have given up, let her be, but he was arrogant and enraged. He could beat her at a beach and avenge the other fallen gods.

She drowned him. A god of the sea, she tore his control away from him and let the sea do what it naturally does.

It was not a quick death.

"Yo nep you good?"

He'd spaced out, lost in memories. It happens from time to time.

"Yeah I'm fine man, so where's this friend you want me to meet?"

"He just got here, you're gonna love him dude, jaunes a ton of fun."

Neptune turns to look at the new arrival and once again his breath is stolen away.

hair like straw spun from gold and wide blue innocent eyes.

His chest tightens and the world fades away. It's just the two of them.

He screams.

 

[AJ_Talon]

Jaune Arc sprawled on the floor, his blond hair a mess as he laughed, roughhousing with Zwei, the corgi's stubby legs flailing as Jaune scratched behind his ears. "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy!" Jaune chuckled, Zwei yipping happily, his tongue lolling out.

A shadow fell over them, and Jaune glanced up, his blue eyes meeting Yang Xiao Long's blazing lilac glare. Her arms were crossed, her hair practically sparking with fury. Jaune's grin faltered.

"Oh! Uh, hey, Yang! What's up?"

"Listen, Jaune," Yang growled, her voice low and sharp, cutting through Zwei's yips. "You don't get to treat people like they're disposable!"

Jaune blinked, his hand freezing mid-scratch.

"I—Huh?!"

"You heard me!" Yang snapped, stepping closer, her glare searing. "You can't just take away their happiness without thinking of what you're doing to them! You can't just—just take away the things that matter! Or pretend you're not doing what you're doing!"

Jaune's brow furrowed, Zwei tilting his head as if equally confused.

"…What?"

Yang's scowl deepened, her voice rising as she jabbed a finger at Zwei, then Jaune.

"You—you heard me! And you!" She glared at the corgi, who yawned cutely. "You can't just abandon us after all we've been through! Hearts are fragile things!"

Jaune's mind raced, his thoughts a jumble of What the hell is she talking about?! Yang's words echoed—fragile heart—and Ruby's recent moping flashed in his memory. Yang's anger, Ruby's sadness, it all clicked like a lightning bolt.

Of course! I… I never thought it was possible, but…!

"You're right, Yang," Jaune said, his voice steady, his eyes wide with realization as he stood, Zwei scampering to his feet.

"You're damned right I am!" Yang huffed, her fists clenching.

"I've been…" Jaune ran a hand through his hair, his voice heavy with guilt. "I didn't realize! I was so thoughtless! I was so self-obsessed… Oh geez, I'm so sorry, Yang! I'm a total jerk! And an oblivious one!"

Yang's glare softened, confusion flickering. "You absolutely are! Seriously, I thought you were a nice guy!"

"No… no, I've been the worst kind of nice guy," Jaune said, his shoulders slumping. "Just chasing and chasing without appreciating what's in front of me."

"Yeah, that's…" Yang blinked, her voice faltering. "Wait, what?"

Jaune set Zwei down, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an earnest intensity that made her breath hitch.

"Truth is… you're like, everything I could ever want in a girl. You're my ideal. But I… I never thought I had a chance with you! You're just so amazing! Weiss, well… I thought we had something, but turns out she was just being sarcastic. That, and, well, I guess I thought I needed to prove myself. But if I tried anything with you? It… it would hurt worse if you said no, because you're just so incredible. I had no idea you felt the same way."

Yang's eyes widened, her face flushing a brilliant red as she sputtered, "I—No, that's not what I… Wait—You think I'm better than Weiss?"

Jaune's grin was bright, unguarded. "Well, yeah! Your smile, your laugh, your eyes—they're amazing!" His voice softened, sincere. "You're amazing."

Yang's blush deepened, her voice stumbling. "I—You—Look, that's great, but I'm not—!"

"Let me make it up to you, okay?" Jaune cut in, his enthusiasm unstoppable. "I'm trying not to rush into anything, but I'll take you out on a date! I'll pay for everything! It's the least I can do!"

Yang froze, her mouth opening and closing, her brain catching up to the whirlwind.

"…Well… um… okay?"

"Great!" Jaune beamed, scratching Zwei's ears one last time before straightening. "Uh… I-I'd better… do those things!"

"Uh, sure! Sure!" Yang said, her voice dazed, her cheeks still glowing.

Jaune jogged out, his hoodie bouncing, leaving Yang alone with Zwei, who yawned cutely, his beady eyes glinting with a knowing spark. Yang scowled, pointing at the corgi. "What the hell—What just happened?!"

Zwei knew, of course. The Arc family farm had corgis—hot, female corgis. The key to that harem of canine cuties? Hooking up this goober with Yang. A little nudge, a little chaos, and Zwei's plan was in motion, his tail wagging smugly as Yang's flustered muttering filled the room.

 

[AJ_Talon]

The dusty interior of Vale's Used Weapon Emporium was a treasure trove of battered blades, dented firearms, and the faint tang of oil and steel. Shelves groaned under the weight of relics from forgotten battles, their stories etched in nicks and scratches. Team RWBY and Team JNPR wove through the narrow aisles, but Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc weren't browsing—they were on a mission. Ruby's silver eyes gleamed as she scanned the racks, while Jaune trailed her, his expression a mix of determination and nervous energy.

"If I'm gonna master my Semblance," Jaune said, adjusting Crocea Mors on his hip, "I do need to keep training with it."

Pyrrha Nikos, ever supportive, flashed him a warm smile, her crimson hair catching the dim light. "Jaune, I absolutely understand. And you are getting better at controlling your other selves!"

Jaune's grin was sheepish, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks. I was afraid of losing myself after a while."

Weiss Schnee, clutching a clipboard as if it were Myrtenaster, scoffed, her cheeks faintly pink. "I-I find that ridiculous! After all, it-it's merely an expression of your true self and influence from another! Someone who… who may see things in you that she didn't before!"

Yang Xiao Long smirked, leaning against a rack of axes. "Your denial is hilarious, Weisscream."

Weiss's glare could've frozen a Grimm. "Says the girl who keeps trying to make him use gauntlets and gloves!"

Yang's cheeks flushed, her lilac eyes darting away. "W-Well, I also train him properly when he's not using his Semblance now."

Pyrrha's smile turned sharp, her emerald eyes glinting with a scary edge. "I train him. Me."

Yang's grin was all teeth, undaunted. "You're not the only one now, Cereal Girl~."

Blake Belladonna, lurking near a display of katanas, spoke up, her voice cool but intense. "Clearly my connection is best. It allows Jaune to become a ninja… a powerful one!"

Ruby spun around, clutching a scythe that wasn't Crescent Rose, her voice brimming with pride. "He's become very strong when he uses my Crescent Rose, ya know!"

Yang snorted, crossing her arms. "He becomes a total nerd."

"WHICH IS AMAZING!" Ruby declared, her eyes sparkling.

Nora Valkyrie, slouched against a barrel of spears, sighed dramatically, her pout rivaling a thunderstorm. "This is boring! I wanna see Jaune-Jaune do more funny things! Hmmmm…"

Her eyes lit up with a dangerous spark. "AHA!"

Before anyone could react, Nora seized a weathered cutlass from a nearby rack and hurled it at Jaune. "JAUNE! CATCH!"

Jaune's eyes widened, his hands flailing. "Wait, I—"

He caught the blade mid-air, his fingers closing around the hilt. Ren, standing calmly nearby, sighed. "Saw that coming."

Weiss whirled on him, her voice shrill. "But you did nothing to stop it?!"

"Nope," Ren said, his stoic mask unshaken.

Jaune's lips curled into a broad, reckless grin as his Semblance flared, a shimmer of aura rippling around him.

---

Thirty minutes later, aboard General Ironwood's flagship…

The command deck hummed with the low thrum of Atlasian technology, officers bustling at their stations. A sensor operator spun in his chair, his voice urgent. "Sir! One of our ships is evacuating due to a reactor malfunction!"

Ironwood's steely gaze snapped to the viewport, his voice clipped. "Get everyone off the ship! Stand by to receive casualties! Move the fleet away from the vessel and deploy hardlight shields to protect Beacon and Vale from the blast!"

The fleet scrambled, ships parting like a school of fish as hardlight barriers flickered into existence, a glowing bulwark against the looming disaster. But instead of a Remnant-shattering kaboom, the rogue ship surged forward, engines roaring as it rocketed away at impossible speed.

Ironwood's brow furrowed, his voice low. "What in the…?"

A black flag unfurled from the ship's mast, emblazoned with a grinning skull and crossed scythes—a Jolly Roger, bold and defiant.

The communications specialist's console lit up. "Sir! We're receiving a transmission!"

"Put it through!" Ironwood barked.

The main screen flared to life, revealing Jaune Arc, his grin as wide as the horizon, decked out in a three-cornered hat and pirate garb, a cutlass gleaming at his hip. Behind him, Team RWBY and JNPR stood in equally outlandish attire—Ruby with a bandana and eyepatch, Yang brandishing a flintlock, Weiss clutching a spyglass with a scowl, Blake slinking in a sleek corsair's coat, Pyrrha poised with a saber, and Ren looking resigned in a striped waistcoat. Nora, sporting two eyepatches and a sloth perched on her shoulder, cackled maniacally.
Ruby waved her hands frantically.

"It's his Semblance, he didn't mean to pirate your ship-!"

"Gentlemen!" Jaune declared, his voice ringing with theatrical flair. "You shall always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrowhawk!"

The transmission cut off, leaving the bridge in stunned silence. An officer, staring at the screen, muttered, "…That's gotta be the best pirate I've ever seen."

Ironwood's scowl deepened, but a glint of reluctant amusement flickered in his eyes.

"So it would seem."

 

[Sliverhero]

Second part of my chainsawman crossover and here is a young taiyang freshly out of beacon on his first solo mission.

A Young Taiyang moved swiftly through the dense forest, his weapon at the ready. His spear ready to crush grimm.He quickly comes upon this shocking scene. The air was thick with the stench of death, dead Grimm littered the ground, torn apart and smoldering. But something was off. An unnatural darkness shimmered in the shadows, and the chill crawling down his spine warned him to stay alert.

Suddenly, a guttural, guttural roar tore through the silence. The trees seemed to shudder as a shadowy figure erupted from the darkness—a beast unlike any Grimm Taiyang had seen. Its form was twisted and grotesque, limbs elongated and contorting in unnatural ways. Its eyes glowed with an unholy red light that seemed to burn with malevolence.

The creature's claws flashed as it tore through a Grimm with savage brutality, blood splattering across the forest floor. It turned its head, sensing Tai's presence. Its face was a mask of terror and rage, mouth full of jagged teeth, skin mottled and peeling, like a nightmare made flesh.

Tai's grip on his weapon tightened. "Stay back," he managed, voice trembling despite himself. The beast's gaze locked onto him, and it snarled, a sound that vibrated with pure fury and darkness. Without warning, the devil lunged forward. Its claws tore through the air, faster than Tai's eyes could follow. He barely dodged, stumbling backward as the creature's claws gouged deep into the earth beside him. His spear broken by his side.

The devil roared again, a sound so primal and deafening it made Tai's ears ring. Its body shimmered with a corrupt, black aura that seemed to pulse with a life of its own—an aura suffused with pure chaos and hatred.

Suddenly, a blur of red and silver shot into view. Chainsaws revved furiously as Denji in his Chainsaw Man form charged into the scene, reckless and ferocious. "Hey, kid!" Denji yelled over the chaos, blades spinning wildly. "Get back!"

Tai stared in shock, eyes wide as saucers, as chainsaws roared to life, then, suddenly, the beast's form was torn apart in a frenzy of metal and flesh. But what truly made Tai freeze was the sight of Denji's head, his face replaced by a massive, spinning chainsaw, teeth grinding and sparks flying.

His mouth was a whirring, deadly saw that looked like it could cut through anything—and the blood, sweat, and dirt smeared over his face only made him look even more terrifying.
Tai's breath hitched, his eyes trembling. "W-what… what is that?!" he stammered, eyes glued to the terrifying metal monstrosity that was Denji's head.

Denji grinned wildly, chainsaws revving even higher. Without a word, he charged into the beast with reckless abandon, blades tearing into flesh and bone. The creature shrieked, a nightmarish scream that echoed through the woods, as the chainsaws tore through flesh and bone.

The devil let out a deafening roar, an unearthly, primal sound that shook the trees, and lunged toward them again, claws extended. Tai stumbled back, clutching the remains of his weapon, in his hands and they are trembling. He watched in horror as the beast's body was ripped apart, but something was deeply strange. The blood and severed limbs and body parts didn't evaporate or dissolve into the air like they normally did after a Grimm was defeated. Instead, they remained, dark and glistening, refusing to fade away into nothingness. A cold dread crawled up his spine as he realized how unnatural and wrong it was.

His eyes widened further. "This… this isn't right," he muttered under his breath. "The blood… the body parts… they're not disappearing. Why aren't they evaporating?" Denji leapt forward, chainsaws spinning like hell incarnate. Blades sliced into the creature, sparks flying. The beast shrieked and thrashed wildly, but Denji's relentless fury overwhelmed it.

Finally, the shadowy figure dissolved into a dark cloud, the remnants of its form fading into the night. Tai stared, wide-eyed and trembling, still shaken by what he'd just seen. His body was drenched in sweat, and his mind struggled to grasp the terrifying reality.

Denji lowered his chainsaws, panting heavily. "You okay?" he asked gruffly. Tai's voice trembled as he nodded. "Y-yeah… what was that thing? And… what's with your head?"

Denji chuckled grimly, a wild look in his eyes. "That's just how I roll. No big deal." His grin stretched even wider, chainsaws revving softly. "You get used to it… or you don't survive." Tai's face paled further, still staring at the terrifying chainsaw head—half expecting it to start spinning again at any moment.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is the next part for my rwby x chainsaw crossover.

Beacon Academy — Ozpin's Office

The soft hum of the elevator faded as Taiyang stepped into the dimly lit office. The air smelled faintly of coffee and old books, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock filled the silence between them. Ozpin sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes calm but sharp — the kind of gaze that seemed to look through you, not at you.

Taiyang's hands were still trembling, though he tried to hide it. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he muttered, voice low. Ozpin tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You'd be surprised what I'm willing to believe, Mr. Xiao Long."

Tai exhaled shakily, pacing once before stopping in front of the desk. "I went out near the southern woods—Grimm activity had spiked. I thought it was just a nest. But… what I found out there—" He stopped, searching for the right words. "It wasn't a Grimm. It wasn't anything like I've ever seen." Ozpin didn't interrupt. He simply reached for his mug, taking a slow sip, watching Taiyang's every movement.

Tai's eyes darted to the floor, his brow furrowed. "It tore through Grimm like they were nothing. And the way it moved… it didn't make sense. It was like watching a nightmare crawl out of a storybook." He hesitated. "And then someone else showed up. Some thing." Ozpin's mug paused midway to his lips.

"He had blades," Tai continued. "Chainsaws—coming out of his arms, his head. Just… spinning, tearing through everything. I thought I was seeing things, but the sound—" His voice wavered slightly. "You could feel it in your chest. Like the forest itself was shaking." Ozpin slowly set the mug down. "Chainsaws, you said?"

Tai nodded, a haunted look in his eyes. "Yeah. Said his name was Denji. Looked human… mostly. But there's no aura. No Dust reaction, no semblance signature. Just blood, metal, and madness."

Silence stretched between them. Ozpin's expression had gone distant, thoughtful. He turned slightly toward the large window overlooking Beacon's courtyard. The morning sun filtered through the glass, casting soft golden light across the stone statue that stood at the academy's entrance.

Tai followed his gaze, a man carved from pale stone, holding two chainsaws, one in each hand.
"You've heard of him," Tai realized quietly.

Ozpin's eyes didn't leave the window. "There are stories," he said softly. "Old ones. From before the kingdoms were united. During the Great War, when monsters walked beside men, and devils bled like mortals."Tai frowned. "You mean those myths about the 'Chainsaw Devil'? I thought they were just propaganda from the old Vale archives."

Ozpin's voice dropped to a murmur. "Most myths begin as truths too terrible to be remembered." The clock ticked again. The sound felt almost deafening. Tai swallowed hard. "If that thing's back… what does it mean?"

Ozpin leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant, the kind of gaze that carried centuries of secrets. "It means," he said finally, "that history might not be done with us yet."

The camera would slowly pan down, to the base of the statue outside Beacon, where the engraved plaque, worn and nearly unreadable, bore three words:

"The Man Who Fought Hell."

The faint wind stirred the leaves in the courtyard. Ozpin stood still for a long moment, eyes reflecting the fading light, the look of a man who had just seen a ghost from a story he'd once buried.



Bonus Scene:
The Arc Homestead : Outskirts of Vale, Nightfall

The forest outside Vale was quiet, the sounds of nature replaced by the soft hum of crickets and the glow of fireflies drifting lazily in the dark. Nestled between two old trees sat a large wooden cabin, sturdy and well-kept, smoke curling gently from the chimney, windows glowing with golden light.

Inside, the home was warm and alive. The interior was spacious, expanded with hand-cut timber and patched walls that spoke of years of patient labor. Pictures, some hand-drawn, others simple sketches, lined the walls. Such as Beam grinning with a massive fish, Reze smiling in the garden, Denji holding up a crooked table he'd built himself.

And near the front window, resting on a small wooden table, sat a shrine. Two framed portraits , a kind-looking man and woman with gentle eyes, stood among candles and flowers. The inscription beneath read:

"In memory of Giles and Alina Arc , our first home in this world."

Fresh flowers rested at its base, carefully arranged by Reze earlier that morning. The soft candlelight flickered against the faces of the couple who had once taken them in, taught them to live quietly, to build, to belong.

Denji stood by the stove, stirring something in a pot. "Smells good, huh? Guess all that chopping wood paid off." Reze, seated at the table, smiled, one hand resting gently on her stomach, now visibly showing. "You've gotten better. Still can't believe you figured out how to cook without burning down the place."

Denji chuckled. "Hey, it only happened three times. Four, tops." From the far corner, Beam was sprawled out on the rug, tail wagging lazily. "Denji! Reze! Beam feels blessed! The house is warm, the food divine, and the mighty sun shines for us even in the dark!"

Reze laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "You're ridiculous, Beam." Beam beamed wider. "Correct!" Dinner was simple, stew, bread, and freshly caught fish, but the laughter that filled the room made it richer than any feast. Denji served Reze first, sliding her bowl over carefully, before taking his seat beside her.

As they ate, the light from the shrine flickered in the background. Reze's eyes lingered on it for a moment, her smile turning wistful. "They'd be happy, you know. Seeing us here. Seeing… this."

Denji followed her gaze, his grin softening. "Yeah… they saved our asses. Guess we owe 'em more than we can ever pay back." Reze leaned her head gently against his shoulder. "Maybe just living a good life is enough."

Beam nodded solemnly — for once — before stuffing his face again. "A glorious feast in honor of the Arcs! Beam eats for them too!"
Denji snorted. "Yeah, sure you do, bud."

The camera lingered on the three of them, a strange little family from another world , laughing together under the warm light of a home built by their own hands, the shrine's candles flickering behind them like stars.

The wind outside sighed through the trees, and for a fleeting moment, it almost sounded like two gentle voices , proud, watching, and at peace.

 

[AJ_Talon]

A slight tweak to the RWBY timeline. Isabel did indeed become a doctor... But her main focus for revitalizing Radian was to get its Dinosaur Park running again. Like in Dinosaur Sanctuary, an island was discovered with a lot of dinosaurs that had survived not only the KT Extinction Event, but also the rise of the mammals and the Moonshatter.

(So yes, Remnant is Earth in the distant future. Screw the Brother Gods, they just lied about everything).

And one of Jaune's uncles created a dinosaur park, filled with all sorts of prehistoric creatures he sought to preserve and to show to the public. By Isabel's time though, the park had become run down and lost money, and wasn't getting tourists.

Isabel and Nick, along with Arjun and Saia, helped revitalize the park. So Jaune grew up working at the park with the dinosaurs. He still had his dream to become a Huntsman though, while Isabel was hoping he would take over the park. He loves dinosaurs of course, but he had to plot his own path.

He had a real knack for bonding with the dinosaurs though. An incredible talent for it.

And so when he goes to Beacon, well...

 

[Sliverhero]

So, what kind of dinosaur bonded with Jaune and follows him all the way to Beacon?

Click to shrink...

Now I picturing the shocked reaction people will have once they see jaune bonded dinosaur.
Also think on the reaction if they learn that jaune only got his aura once he got to beacon. So to them that means Jaune has been working with dinosaurs with no aura.

Now back to my chainsawman crossover.
There is something inserting about hybrids they can't age once they become a hybrid.

The Arc Homestead : Late Evening

The forest outside Vale breathed in silver mist. The path to the old Arc homestead glowed faintly in the moonlight, warm windows flickering through the fog.

Roman Torchwick adjusted his hat as he walked, gloved hands in his coat pockets. Behind him, Neo followed with careful steps — small, silent, parasol hooked lazily over her shoulder. "Keep up, kid," he said, voice smooth and teasing. "This isn't the part of town you wanna get lost in."

Neo gave him a look, sharp and unimpressed then signed quickly: "You're the one who gets lost." Roman smirked. "Touché."

They reached the porch. The faint hum of aura in the wood still felt familiar, alive, a heartbeat under his palm. Home. He knocked twice.
The door swung open to reveal Saphron, face lighting up instantly. "Roman! You actually came back!"

Roman tipped his hat with a grin. "The prodigal son returns. You still making that stew that can double as glue?" "Still got that smart mouth, huh?" she laughed, pulling him inside.

The house was loud and alive. Rouen sat by the fire, oiling a practice sword; Sable was sketching at the table. Jaune swung a wooden stick like it was Crocea Mors itself, a chorus of younger siblings cheering him on. Upstairs, muffled laughter and footsteps hinted at even more Arcs awake past bedtime.

And there in the big rocking chair by the fire, sat Reze. Her hair was shorter now, tied back loosely, and her belly round with another child. Candlelight shimmered against her soft smile.

"Roman," she said warmly. "Welcome home."
He took off his hat, grin faltering into something gentler. "Hey, Ma." She tilted her head, eyes sharp but kind. "Still finding trouble?"
Roman shrugged. "Nah. Trouble finds me. You know how it is, big city, small kingdom. People need someone to keep things… organized."

Rouen glanced up, amused. "You mean that 'Roman Torchwick Criminal Empire' rumor they keep talking about in Vale?" Roman smirked. "Rumor? Sounds flattering." Reze sighed, but her smile didn't fade. "Just make sure your organization doesn't follow you home."

He winked. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Before more teasing could follow, the window rattled. A low rumble rolled through the ground , too heavy for thunder. Beam sat up from the hearth, tail flicking, voice low. "Denji smells devils… bad ones." Reze's smile vanished. "Rouen, Saph, get the little ones downstairs."

Roman straightened, eyes narrowing. "Guess Vale's 'rumors' followed me after all." The front door creaked open before he could move.
A tall, scarred figure stepped in — coat torn, shirt half-burned, faint wisps of smoke rising from his shoulders. Denji stood in the doorway, rain dripping from his hair, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the blood on his arm.

"Evening," he said casually. "Something nasty out there."Reze moved to him instantly. "You're bleeding." He waved it off. "Barely a scratch. Thing's fast, though. Didn't smell like Grimm."
His eyes flicked toward Roman — sharp, knowing. "You still playin' mob boss, kid?"

Roman smirked. "Pays better than monster hunting." Denji chuckled, then grew quiet. "Don't make me bury another one of us." Roman's grin faltered. "…I'm not a kid anymore." Denji stepped closer, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder. "You'll always be one of mine."

Roman tried to look away, but Denji just pulled him in — a rough, one-armed hug that spoke more than words ever could. "You get that fire from your mom," Denji muttered. "And that stupid grin from me. Don't let either burn you out." Roman let out a breath, almost laughing. "No promises, old man."

Denji smirked. "Good. Let's go make a mess."
He turned toward the door, the faint rattle of hidden chains stirring under his skin. Roman followed, rolling his shoulders as orange sparks coiled up his arms — tiny halos of heat that shimmered like living embers.

Reze stood in the doorway, hand resting protectively on her stomach. "Denji. Roman." They both turned."Come back," she said simply.
Denji grinned. "You got it." Roman gave a mock salute. "Wouldn't miss dessert."

Then father and son stepped out into the storm.
Through the window, Neo and Jaune watched as the clearing beyond the treeline lit up, crimson chains snaking through the dark, explosions flaring like stars. Denji fought with wild, reckless ferocity; Roman with precision and rhythm, detonations bursting exactly where he wanted them, the chaos and control forming one deadly dance.

Two devils born of love and madness,a legacy the world wasn't ready for. Inside, Reze sat by the fire, a soft hand on her belly. Her gaze lingered on the window, pride and worry tangled in her eyes. "Another one on the way," she whispered. "And still they fight for a home worth keeping."

The wind howled. Outside, light bloomed red against the trees, fire, blood, and the heartbeat of a family that refused to die quietly.

 

[AJ_Talon]

Glynda: "You put Qrow and Peach on the radio show?!"

Ozpin: "It will help with outreach to the community."

Glynda: "Oh will it?" She turns on the radio

Qrow: "Hello listeners, we're back after that ad. My companion is still trying to pretend her hangover is just allergies."

Peach: "Ugh, go to hell."

Qrow: "Already been. Involved a date with you."

Peach: "HA! You were screaming for the heavens on that one, asshole-Owwww... Sinuses..."

Qrow: "Keep telling yourself that. Yes, caller, you're on the line?"

Caller: "This is Bob. Is there a particular brand of whiskey you would recommend for drinking at the Vytal Festival?"

Qrow: "Longbarrow Whiskey from Albion. Perfectly aged, has just the right amount of kick to it and gets you drunk fast even with your Aura unlocked."

Peach: Moans "I hate that stuff so much..."

Qrow: "And Thumbelina hates it, which makes it even better."

Bob: "Sounds great. Who do you think has a shot at the Valean Cup this year?"

Qrow: "The Gallian Tarasques might have a chance but more than likely the damn Valean Wizards will bribe the refs again. Good call. I will continue to rate the uniforms for barmaids at the various bars around Vale, ranging from 'Are they even trying?' to 'potential warddrobe malfunctions.'"

Glynda: GLARE

Ozpin: "..." sips coffee "He's doing fine."

 

[AJ_Talon]

That said, if we're going to take inspiration from great sitcoms... We need a character to be Ron Swanson.

Let's use Professor Harold Mulberry (Weapon Crafting & Upkeep). He's canon but was never seen. He'd be perfect as a Ron Swanson stand in.

Harold: "Hey, you're fixing your bow wrong."

Cinder: "How is this, Professor?"

Harold: "Slightly less shitty. You'd figure after being in Hunter Academy for ten years you'd learn."

Cinder: "No, I-I'm just a fourth year!"

Harold: "Let me guess: You hit thirty but instead of trying to entrap a rich millionaire you're living out your childhood fantasy because 'girl power' and that outfit and hair are a desperate cry for help. Am I in the ballpark?"

Cinder: "... I'll kill you last."

Harold: "Another lie."

- - -

Harold: "Arc. You're trying so hard it's embarrassing. The girl is clearly not into you, why do you keep this up? Is it one of those Spacebook things where you show off how much shame you can bring to your ancestry?"

Jaune: "No! No, I just... I do really like her."

Harold: "She doesn't like you. She likes gay men."

Neptune: "I'M NOT GAY!"

Harold: "I don't actually care about your sexuality but it's obvious. And between your parents there's no way you'll be gay, Arc. So move on."

Jaune: "I... Well, sure sir."

Harold: "Good."

Neptune: "I swear I'm not gay!"

Harold: "You really need to stop worrying about what everyone thinks of you."

- - -

Mulberry: "So... Why are we keeping this war with your evil immortal ex-wife secret? What does she look like?"

Ozpin: "This is what she looks like." Holds up a photo from a drone of Ever Night Castle, where Salem is standing in the doorway menacingly

Mulberry: "... I suppose keeping it secret is wisest."

Ozpin: "Yes-"

Mulberry: "Too many men would simp over her."

Ozpin: "I-no-"

Mulberry: "I assume the divorce was because you couldn't pleasure her in bed? When money isn't the issue that's usually the case."

Ozpin: "No! She got bored of living as immortal rulers of the world and threw herself into a Grimm pit to try and kill herself!"

Mulberry: "Crazy too huh? Hot ones always are."


- - -

Harold: "Xiao-Long. You still upset your bitch of a mother ran off?"

Yang: "I-I just want some answers-"

Harold: "The answers won't change who she is or what she did. She could have come back at any time and she didn't. You want some kind of absolution for why you had to become the mom when you were a child and lost your childhood that way. It won't bring back the woman who was your actual mother, or your childhood. So get over it and focus on building a good life for yourself."

Yang: *sniffles* "... Just... Saying that kind of shit, huh?"

Harold: "Apparently being a teacher means I have to also be a substitute parental figure. I hate that this happens but I may as well get it over with. So go on and find a nice boy to settle down with."

Yang: "What if I'm a lesbian?"

Harold: condescendingly "Sure you are."

Yang: "... Damnit." storms off

Harold: sighs

Blake enters.

Blake: "Professor, I-"

Harold: "Go call your damn parents and stop the drama. You're gonna make everyone else miserable with your YA novel heroine act."

Blake: "Y-You don't know me!"

Harold: "Sure I don't. And my breakfasts are vegan."

 

[AJ_Talon]

Ironwood and and his troops landed on Beacon airstrip. The first face he sees is Harold's.

Ironwood: sounding annoyed "Harold."

Harold: nonchalant "Janus."

Camera cuts to Harold.

Harold: "I always hated those Ice bastards. They suck the joy out of freedom and hide it behind bureaucracy. To show my annoyance I always make it a point to get his name wrong."

Later, in Harold's office, James arrives with Winter. He is wearing a scowl.

James: "Harold, I expected your report by last evening. All the other professors put in their reports."

Harold: "I did submit my report."

James: "It's a one sentence email that says 'Everything is fine and I don't work for you.'"

Harold: "Yes. That is more than sufficient."

 

[AJ_Talon]

Harold: "Jaune, given how manly your father was, I understand the deep shame you feel not living up to his example. Fear not. There is an easy fix for this."

Jaune: "Yes?"

Harold: "In his case he hit his head and became braindamaged. Then he was raised by a paladin monk who loved beer, meat, and saving people. The brain damage thing has too many liability issues, unfortunately. So instead we'll focus on meat and general manliness."

Jaune: "But I ate a lot of meat!"

Harold: "Yes but your father was cowed by your mother, and so we need to fix things. You will note almost all the women around you have issues with their parents. Including the cat girl princess who had a rich and stable lifestyle before turning to terrorism. While they can be fun in bed, it is better to find a salt of the earth type woman with a stable background to settle down with."

Jaune: "Uh... Okay?"

Harold: "So, knock some sense into the Altan, Nikos, Rose or Xiao-Long girls and you'll be fine. The latter will probably be obsessively clingy with you once she gets over her masquerade of confidence. If you like that sort of thing, then by all means, she might make an acceptable wife. Points in her favor are her ability to fix and ride motorcycles, and you're already a stronger person than her father while resembling the good parts. Her half-sister is also a good choice, but gotta wait a few years and try to be a positive male influence in her life."

Jaune: "Um... Sure?"

Harold: "Belladonna is as toxic as her name implies, steer clear of that trainwreck. Nikos is a sheltered rich girl who was probably trained with a bell by her parents. You need to find the woman inside her and get her to let loose. If she does, it might be full on crazy which I cannot in good conscious deny you but it might destroy you both, so be careful. Schnee is also a sheltered rich girl with daddy issues. Her taste is awful so if she chooses you that's not a compliment, though underneath her stoic nature might be a real freak. Again, can't deny you the chance to try as all men must give that a shot."

Jaune: "And Altan?"

Harold: "Religious, from a stable family, stoic, beautiful, loves steak, can smash a tank flat with her bare hands. You'd be a fool not to go for her."

 

[LordofBones]

A few fun ideas:

-Weiss and Ruby have a fight, and Ruby decides to befriend Winter just to spite Weiss. Weiss, deeply offended, befriends Jaune to get back at Ruby. Stupidity and hilarity ensues.

Click to shrink...

Ruby: "HAH! Your sister's my bestie now!"
Weiss: "Oh yeah?! Well, I stole away your best friend!"
Ruby: "Snob!"
Weiss: "Brat!"
Ruby: "Elitist!"
Weiss: "Child!"
Ruby: "FLAT!"

-Jaune and Ren get tasked with removing spiders and other bugs from rooms to keep their female friends from freaking out. Also mice.

Click to shrink...

Jaune: *tiredly* "The spider's gone, Pyrrha."
Ren: "And so are the mouse, the earwig, the two weevils under the bed, and all the dust mites we could find."
Pyrrha: *curled in Jaune's covers, whimpering with only her eyes visible* "It's not going to come crawling back and eat my face?"
Nora: *hunkered down under Ren's blankets, gibbering about things laying eggs in her ears*

*Five minutes later, JNPR's room door is busted open by a hysterical Team RWBY*

Ruby: *tearfully* "It was on my baby! A huge filthy bug!"
Weiss: "It was enormous! A deep blood red, with spots as black as night! And it was there, staring at us!"

Jaune: *sighs, walks to RWBY's dorm room* "The hell? A ladybird?"
Weiss: "Luh...luh...ladybird?! Who named these beasts 'ladies'?!"

 

[AJ_Talon]

Port: "HAHA! And welcome to the Beacon Radio Show! I'm Professor Port, and with me is Professor Harold Mulberry, our Weapons repair and maintenance instructor!"

Harold: "Hello. I am here under protest, as I have my own podcast. 'Mulling with Mulberry'. In which I speak about the evils of government and how to be a real man in today's coddled, feminist society."

Port: "I highly recommend it! I had no idea you could disable the transmission gears of a Valean Chimera tank with tar, a molotov cocktail, and some steel chain!"

Harold: "Industrial Standard Metric Rating 30 should be sufficient but to be sure of disabling the vehicle, use Rating 50. Preferably while supported with machine gun fire from a protected bunker, drones, or other diversion tactics to tie up infantry support and blind the tank's situational awareness. This is easier in an urban environment which is where most fighting during an armed rebellion will occur."

Port: "Ha! Reminds me of the time I helped in the Pandavan Revolution! I had to disable an Atlasian-built T-85 tank while fighting a whole squad of Grimm and Kauravan soldiers, armed only with a coconut!"

Harold: "Pay attention to Port's stories, kids. You never know when the government will flip over into full on Utopianist authoritarianism, when they unleash Grimm via ancient Grimm magical control spells upon the rebelling populace. When that happens, you must ask yourself: Will you be a sheep for the slaughter, or a wolf who tears out the throat of tyranny? I know which will make for a better historical novel."

Port: "We will also talk a lot about our favorite alcohol!"

Harold: "Well obviously."

- - -

Mombi: "Oh, hello. This is um, Head Librarian... Well, only Librarian Mombi Lang-"

Peach: "And I'm Professor Thumbelina Peach! Welcome to the show! Today is more for any young Huntresses out there! The topic is: How to land your dreamboat husband!"

Mombi: "Are-Are we allowed to talk about that?"

Peach: "Of course we are! What, do you want to fight horrible monsters for a living with no husband or kids to come back to until you're 40? I sure don't! Any Huntress who wants this is kidding themselves! It's not sexism to want a happy home, handsome and rich husband, and kids to love!"

Mombi: "Um, but you don't have any of those things."

Dead silence.

Peach: "Wh-What does that matter?! I'm just taking my time to find the right man! Focusing a bit more on my career-What man wants to marry a bore of a wife, anyway?! You gotta know when to kick ass and when to be beautifully feminine! Both of which I will cover in today's episode!"

Mombi: "Um, me too..."

- - -

Oobleck: "-The Third Dynasty of Mistral is NOT MYSTERIOUS. THEY TOOK METICULOUS NOTES WITH ONE OF THE MOST ADVANCED FILING AND LIBRARY SYSTEMS IN HUMANKIND'S HISTORY POST-MOONSHATTER UP TO THAT POINT. THEY DID NOT SECRETLY INVENT FLYING MACHINES WITH ALIEN HELP! THIS ENTIRE MOVIE IS TRASH!"

Mombi: "Y-Yes... But I do kind of like it...?"

Oobleck: "ARTISTIC TASTE IS NOT IN QUESTION BUT FILM CRITICISM IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT GENRE! DIFFERENT FROM WHAT WE ARE DISCUSSING TODAY!"

Mombi: "Meep!"

Port: "Indeed! We are discussing the pool cue you used to beat Professor Antimony up with during your debate on the Third Dynasty!"

Oobleck: "Again, that is entirely different from the main subject of debate!" Pause "However, for the record it was a 1967 Harold Hill Deluxe. It only broke after three hits on that charlatan's head, meaning it was high quality."

Port: "Especially given how hard his head was!"

Oobleck: "Indeed!"

 

[AJ_Talon]

Peach: "Hello again, and joining us on the show today is Professor Anne Green, our Survival and Stealth expert, and Professor Harold Mulberry, our Weapons Design and Maintenance teacher! Say hello!"

Anne: "No."

Harold: "No."

Peach: "... Okay... So! Anne! What are you teaching your class this week?"

Anne: "The human body can be entirely drained of blood in 5.3 seconds with the right pump."

Peach: "... Why would that be useful to know?"

Mulberry: "... What kind of pump?"

Anne: "Do you have a recommendation?"

Mulberry: "I keep an industrial strength shop vac, a Wayland Tech Handyboy 323 model. It can be used for wet or dry cleaning, doesn't even require a change of filter and can move 100 cubic feet of air per minute, or approximately 24 liquid liters per minute. Given the average human or Faunus has about 5 liters of blood, you might have been calculating this figure with an inferior model in mind."

Anne: "Interesting. Tell me more-"

Peach: "WHY?!"
- - -

Peach: "Ugh... Anyway! This show we have Headmaster Ozpin on the show!"

Ozpin: "Hello all."

Peach: "So, what can you tell us about your work today?"

Ozpin: "I arranged for Mister Arc to fight Miss Rose today, and dropped some cryptic messages that he took as advice in becoming a better leader. It was in fact to get them to interact and perhaps start seeing eachother as more than friends."

Peach: "Wait what?!"

Ozpin: "Ah. My mistake, I wasn't supposed to reveal that-"

Peach: "ARE YOU ABUSING YOUR POWER TO SABOTAGE THE BETTING POOL?!"

Ozpin: "Not at all... At least, no more than you are."

Peach: "... Mister Arc and Miss Schnee ended up locked in that closet entirely by accident."

Ozpin: "Of course they did..." sips coffee
- - -

Peach: "So, Bart, what are you focusing on in your first year class this semester?"

Oobleck: "We've covered the Faunus Revolution and the Great War, our primary focus right now is on the Hunter Association System across Remnant!"

Peach: "How fascinating~! Tell me more~..."

Oobleck: "Thumbelina, please. Stay professional."

Peach: "You didn't mind me being unprofessional in the past, now did you~?"

Oobleck: "We both agreed to be professional, Peach. I told you before-I'm married to my work."

Peach: "But Barty darling-!"

Oobleck: "I've got to be free, Lina."

Peach: "WHY WON'T YOU LOVE MEEEEE-"

- - -

If Mulberry's characterization is based on Ron Swanson's... I had to base Anne a bit on April Ludgate.

 

[Sliverhero]

Next bit for my chainsaw man crossover.

Vale :Arc Homestead & Dust Shop Crossover

Training Session : Late Afternoon, Arc Homestead

The late afternoon sun dappled the homestead porch, bouncing off the old wooden beams and the forest beyond. Roman Torchwick adjusted his coat and tipped his hat at Jaune Arc, who stood across from him, fists clenched and hood low.

"Alright, kid," Roman said with a grin. "Time to stop swinging blindly and start swinging smart. Aura's fine, but it can do more. Heal faster, move faster, hit harder. And don't just punch things, let the devil inside you do the heavy lifting."

Jaune swallowed, nodding. He could feel it: a low, insistent pulse beneath his ribs, hot and eager, itching to be unleashed.

Roman sparked a tiny controlled explosion in his palm, just a flare. "See that? That's controlled chaos. Now layer your aura over your blood. Let it mend you, let it sharpen you. But control it. You must be the master, not it."

Jaune's hands tingled as golden light seeped along his veins. The pulse beneath his skin throbbed, responsive, alive. Roman clapped. "Good. Now move."

Jaune bolted forward. Each step Roman punctuated with a small detonation beneath his boots, boosting him. Landing hard, Jaune nearly fell, and Roman caught him easily. "Careful, kid. Don't break yourself before you break someone else," Roman teased. "But you're learning fast."

Neo, sitting cross-legged nearby, signed: 'Too fast. He'll outrun you.' Roman laughed. "Let him. Maybe one day he'll save my hide."

By the time the sun dipped below the treeline, Jaune's aura burned gold and red, and the devil's pulse in his blood thrummed with energy. Roman smirked. "Good. Now let's see if you can use that outside a homestead."

The Dust Shop Job – Vale, Late Evening

Rain streaked down the streets, turning the neon signs into liquid fire. Roman, Jaune, and Neo approached From Dust Till Dawn, the faint glow of Roman's cigarette cutting through the mist.

"Easy job," Roman murmured, his grin sharp. "In and out." Jaune's hood was pulled low, golden aura simmering just beneath his skin, the devil's pulse thrumming faintly, eager and restless. Neo gave him a sidelong glance, signaling silently for him to keep cool.

Inside, hired men moved crates, unaware of the storm about to break over them. Roman's grin widened. "Take what I mark. Nothing else. I like my crime curated." Then the bell over the door chimed, and the world shifted.

Ruby Rose stepped inside, humming softly, small and unassuming in the chaos. A merc reached for her, and in the next instant, the shop erupted. Her scythe bloomed like silver petals in a hurricane, each strike precise and impossibly fast. Every merc fell in seconds, some barely registering the motion before they hit the floor.

Jaune froze. She moved like lightning, her aura bright, exact, and alive. His pulse jumped in response, a strange resonance echoing between them. Roman's grin widened, the corners of his mouth twitching in approval. "Now that's art."

Ruby's gaze swept past Roman and his explosions, past Neo's silent presence, and landed on Jaune. Their eyes met, and for the first time, the storm paused, just for a heartbeat.

Ruby's silver eyes widened. She blinked, startled by the sudden heat she felt radiating from the figure half-hidden in the shadows. He seemed ordinary at first glance, but there was something else, something raw, dangerous, and alive coiled beneath the surface.

Jaune's aura flared, gold mixing with red, and the devil's pulse in his blood responded, throbbing insistently under his skin. He felt a pull, like recognition, like some unspoken understanding stretching across the distance between them.

Ruby's breath caught. Her small frame stiffened, yet her eyes lingered, curious and alert. She felt the faint metallic tinge of his blood, glowing faintly from where a scrape from training had drawn it, and it drew her gaze even closer. Her heart beat faster, a flicker of something she couldn't name stirring deep in her chest.

Jaune's pulse matched it, a surge of heat and tension that made him suddenly aware of how small she looked, how precise she moved, and how frighteningly capable she was. He instinctively shifted, lowering his hood just enough for the silver of her gaze to find his, and the world seemed to narrow down to that single, electric connection.

Roman noticed the exchange but simply smirked, lighting another flare beneath his palm. He ignored the subtle flicker of something between the two, content to watch the play unfold while detonating the chaos around him with perfect rhythm.

Ruby's silver eyes lingered, tracing the line of Jaune's jaw, the tension coiling in his posture, the faint pulse beneath his skin she could somehow sense. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. He wasn't like anyone she'd seen before. Dangerous, yes—but also human, strangely familiar, and compelling in a way she couldn't shake.

Jaune felt the devil's pulse stir in response, a heat that made him aware of her gaze in a way that was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. He wanted to step forward, to reach out, but the instinct to hide, to stay in the shadows, kept him still.

Roman's explosions flared in the background, detonation after detonation, yet for a moment the chaos dimmed to the edges of Jaune's and Ruby's awareness. Time itself seemed to pause as they simply looked at each other, two souls recognizing something in the other that neither could name aloud.

Then Ruby blinked, shook herself slightly, and lunged forward. She attacked Roman with her scythe, precision slicing through the air, forcing him to dance, flitting between controlled detonations. Jaune stayed in the shadows, his pulse still high, aware that she was more than just another opponent—she was a force he couldn't ignore.

Roman's boots sparked, sending flames and fragments of controlled explosions into the air, and with a final, calculated detonation, the last of the hired men fell. Smoke and dust filled the shop.

Ruby lowered her scythe, chest heaving. Her gaze immediately returned to where Jaune had been, scanning the shadows. Her silver eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued and unsettled. Her lips parted, almost in a whisper, "Who… is he?"

Jaune remained still, hood pulled low again, heart hammering in a rhythm that matched the devil's pulse in his veins. He had no words for her, only the awareness that her eyes, so bright and alive, had seen something in him, and he hadn't been able to hide it.

Roman caught the glance and smirked, shaking his head slightly as if reading a private joke. Neo gave Jaune a subtle nod to move, pulling him toward the door, and the world outside resumed its storming pace, but the spark between Ruby and Jaune lingered, a thread neither of them could forget.

Before the trio could leave, Glynda appeared, aura crackling, crop glowing. "Roman Torchwick!"

He danced between her attacks, explosions flaring around him. She lashed with her crop, smashing into his chest and for the first time, a gash split his coat. Steam hissed as his flesh knit itself back together. Blood bubbled, sizzled, and vanished.

Glynda froze. "Aura… doesn't…"

Roman straightened, smirking. "I told you. I'm built different." Jaune shifted instinctively, devil's pulse thrumming. He could feel the tension of the fight, the danger radiating from both sides, and the thrill it brought out in him.

Roman fired off one last controlled blast and then stepped back. "Enough for tonight," he said, rolling his shoulders. "We move."

Ruby's silver eyes lingered on Jaune, curiosity, admiration, and something softer dancing in her gaze. Jaune felt the pulse beneath his skin spike one last time, a silent promise of more to come.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is a small idea.
What if at the after their children died.

Salem and Ozma got different lessons from the event and now their fates are reversed.

Twisted Fate

The air was cold when he woke. It always was.
He drew his first breath with a gasp, his body convulsing as the memories crashed down on him, a thousand voices, a thousand faces. Kingdoms built and broken. Names forgotten. Children born and buried.
And always, her.

The witch!
The monster!!
The woman he could never forget!!!
My love!!!!

Ozma sat up slowly, his new hands trembling. They were small and pale the hands of a young man, perhaps in his twenties. Around him lay the remnants of a modest cabin: a bed of straw, a dying hearth, the smell of herbs and rain. Someone had cared for this body. Someone had loved him.

He hated that.
The curse never let him rest. No matter who he became, no matter where he awoke, they had already suffered before he even opened his eyes. He was born into borrowed lives, doomed to wear the skin of good men until he ruined them.

"Again…" he whispered hoarsely. "Always again
He looked down at his hands. For a moment, faint gold and violet light flickered across his palms, remnants of the gods' gift. Once, that light had brought him purpose. Now it only reminded him of chains.

He rose and stepped outside. The world had changed again. Rolling hills stretched beneath a gray sky, dotted with scattered farms. In the distance, a village lay by a river, its people moving like ants among their fragile walls.

Humanity endured.
It always did.
And always, it forgot.

He could feel it, the cycle of ignorance and rebirth, of war and peace and war again. Each age thought itself wiser than the last, yet every one of them stumbled down the same path, never learning, never changing.

He remembered his children. Their laughter. Their screams. He remembered Salem's face as they died and the look of horror when she saw what she'd become.

For centuries, that memory had sustained him. It had been proof that he could try again.
Now, it was only proof that even the purest love could rot.

He clenched his fists.
"They were right," he muttered to the wind. "The gods were right. Humanity doesn't deserve to be saved."



A whisper stirred in his mind , familiar, poisonous, comforting. It wasn't from the gods. It was from himself. From the part that had stopped believing.
Then stop saving them. He shut his eyes, but the thought wouldn't fade. It pulsed like a heartbeat, slow, insistent.

You've tried. You've bled. You've died. Over and over. And still they suffer. But What if mercy isn't salvation… but silence?

Ozma's breathing quickened. He stared toward the village again, toward the laughing families, the children playing near the water. A warmth welled in his chest that wasn't love, wasn't pity. It was envy.

He turned away before it could grow stronger.
He would not hurt them. Not yet.
Instead, he began to walk — not toward the village, but toward the mountains in the east, where the wind howled through the ruins of an ancient keep. He could feel her there — Salem — distant, faint, but alive.
Still watching.
Still waiting.
He hated her for that.
He loved her for it too.

"If I can't save this world," he murmured, "then I'll shape it myself. No gods. No fate. No endless suffering.

The whisper in his mind smiled.
And to do that… you'll need power.

Ozma's hand brushed against the earth, and his magic flared. The ground shuddered — and something old beneath it stirred in answer. A relic, perhaps. A fragment of the gods' design. He could almost hear it hum, promising him what he'd been denied for lifetimes: control.

For the first time in centuries, Ozma smiled.
Not warmly.
Not kindly.
Just certainly.

Far away, deep within her sanctum beneath the ruined world tree, Salem lifted her head. Her crimson eyes opened, the black veins of her skin glimmering faintly in the light of a pale lantern.

She felt it, the ripple of power, the echo of the man she once loved.

"Ozma…" she whispered.
"Don't do this again

The Grimm around her stirred, uneasy.
And for the first time in a long, long while, she felt afraid.

 

[AJ_Talon]

The sky over Patch was dark but dotted with beautiful stars, streaked with wisps of clouds. Ruby Rose, future badass Huntress, was working on her beloved Crescent Rose at the kitchen table. Yang Xiao-Long, her older big sister, was watching TV on the couch, lazing around.

There was a roar over the house, and the glass and utensils shook. Ruby yelped, barely catching Crescent Rose before it fell off the table. Yang nearly fell off the couch.

"What the heck?!" Yang shouted.

"Wha-What is-?!" Ruby looked out the window. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

A fiery streak tore through the sky above the house, trailing smoke and bright orange streamers?

"Wha-?!"

Ruby practically flew to the window and watched the thing slow down and hit the Earth somewhere beyond the trees. Yang soon joined her, looking over her shoulder into the night.

"Holy… Do you think it's an airship that went down?!" Ruby gasped.

"Let's go find out!" Yang declared. "Come on!"

They raced outside to the garage, and mounted Yang's trusty motorcycle, Bumblebee. Ruby clung to Yang's back as her older sister raced off at high speed. Ruby winced, but managed to look over her shoulder. Smoke rose from behind the trees. Ruby bit her lower lip.

"You stay behind me, okay?" Yang ordered loudly, "Don't do anything without my say so! Got it?"

"G-Got it!" Ruby nodded, her heart pounding in her ears.

They went past the trees and the local lake came into view. And so did whatever had landed. There was a small crater of dug up mud and sand from the shore of the lake… And a shiny capsule covered in bright glowing lights with orange parachutes streaming from the top and lying around it.

"Holy," Yang whispered as she came to a stop several meters from the object. Ruby got off at the same time as Yang, both their eyes wide.

"It… What is it?" Ruby whispered. Yang shook her head.

"Doesn't look like any airship I've ever seen," she murmured. She made a face. "Ugh… Smells like it's still on fire."

Ruby gaped. She pulled out her Scroll and flipped through several of her comics. She selected one and held up her Scroll.

"It looks like…"

Yang stared at the image of a saucer shaped craft with lots of lights on the screen, from which several gray aliens emerged. Yang looked over at the capsule. She slowly shook her head.

"No way," Yang whispered. "It can't be-!"

A hatch on the side of the capsule slowly opened, rising up. Yang immediately put Ruby behind her, and lifted Ember Celica. Ruby could see the fear on Yang's face, but she tried to hide it behind a fearsome glare. Ruby looked back at the capsule… And someone emerged.

It looked humanoid, tall and male, his skintight spacesuit glinting silver, hugging every muscle that looked earned from years of hard work. Its golden visor helmet obscured its face, reflecting the stunned expressions of Yang and Ruby Xiao Long, who stood frozen on the shore, their weapons half-raised.

The figure approached them slowly, stepping unsteadily on the soggy shore. He… It? Came to a stop in front of them, and seemed to stare.

Yang tensed, but Ruby quickly shook her head.

"No! No, don't attack it!" Ruby hissed. "We might cause an interstellar war!"

"I… If it's an alien, why does it look so… Hot?" Yang whispered, her eyes tracing the masculine form.

"Maybe they're hot alien guys!" Ruby whispered. "Either way, don't hit him!"

The figure stared, and raised its hands up.

Yang, her blonde hair waving in the light breeze, shoved Ruby behind her, her lilac eyes narrowing.

"Did… Are you from space?" Yang called out.

Ruby, peeking out, her silver eyes wide with awe, clutched Crescent Rose's handle.

"Do you come in peace?!" She demanded.

The thing grasped its helmet… And pulled it off with a loud pop. It revealed a handsome, exhausted looking young man with messy blond hair and bright blue eyes, who was panting for breath. Yang and Ruby's eyes went wide.

"Yes… And yes." The young man said. He raised his gloved hands, stepping forward. "I'm Jaune Arc. And I'm-"

A taller blonde man with a five o'clock shadow dashed in behind Jaune, holding a shovel. A loud THWACK cut Jaune off as said shovel connected with the back of his head, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Yang and Ruby gasped, their voices a unified shriek.

"DAD!"

Taiyang Xiao Long stood over Jaune's crumpled form, his blonde hair mussed, his shovel raised like a warrior's blade, his eyes blazing with fatherly fury.

"NO SPACE CASANOVA IS IMPREGNATING MY GIRLS!" he roared, his aura flaring. Yang's jaw dropped, her voice a mix of shock and exasperation.

"Dad, what the hell?!"

Ruby flailed, her cloak flapping.

"He said he comes in peace! You can't just knock out an alien!"

"I just did!" Taiyang snapped, pointing the shovel at the prone figure. "He's some slick space pretty-boy trying to charm my daughters! I know his type!"

Jaune groaned as he looked up, one hand clutching his head.

"I'm… not… a Casanova… Or an alien…" He looked up, his blue eyes now dazed and slightly cross-eyed as he mumbled, "I'm… Jaune Arc… Aunt Obertha… launched me… Into space… And I missed my landing point…" He passed out.

"We gotta help him, Dad!" Ruby cried, dashing to Jaune's side.

"Seriously! I'm not starting an interstellar war!" Yang shouted, on Jaune's other side. "Come on! Let's get him to the hospital!"


Taiyang sighed.

"Fine! But if he gets you space pregnant, he's marrying you!"

"DAD!" Yang and Ruby squeaked, turning bright red. They both looked at the young man's handsome features… And blushed harder.

"Well… Maybe he's a Space Prince? That might be cool," Ruby offered.

"To be a Space Princess!" Yang declared, "Let's go!"

Taiyang shook his head as Yang and Ruby rushed to Bumblebee, and argued over how they would arrange the young man. The older man frowned.

"Jaune Arc? Why is that familiar…?"

His Scroll went off. He answered it.

"Hello?"

"Tai!" A woman's breathless voice shouted. Taiyang blinked.

"Isabel? Isabel Arc?!"

"Yes! Look, it's a long story, but Aunt Obertha has a space program and she got Jaune to agree to be her guinea pig and she launched him into space and he GOT into space-"

"He did?!" Taiyang gasped.

"Yes yes, I'm very proud!" Isabel said.

"We're very proud!" Nick Arc, Isabel's husband and Jaune's father, shouted happily in the background.

"But he went off course after re-entry and landed in Patch! Can you help find him?! Can you help him?!"

Taiyang slowly looked at the young man he had knocked unconscious, still being fought over by his daughters. He coughed.

"Ah, well… Good news, we found him. He landed safely."

"Oh thank the Breaker! Is he okay?!" Isabel cried.

Taiyang again looked at the unconscious young man being fought over by his daughters. The poor boy was now lying on the ground as Ruby and Yang shouted at eachother

"I'll get back to you, Isabel."

"What?!"

Notes:
How did Auntie Obertha get Jaune into space? Tune in for the second chapter to find out!

 

[AJ_Talon]

All right... This is dumb. Super dumb. The dumbest idea... Here we go.

Years ago, one Nicholas Arc went missing. Presumed dead. Soon after, Ozpin began to track a mysterious Dark Knight, the Noir Chevalier, known as Sombra. He is Salem's most fearsome warrior, seven point five feet tall, wielding a massive sword, dressed all in black.

At some point, Jaune Arc and his friends would confront this man. Jaune would fight, hold the line and be a distraction to let his friends escape. Then... The reveal.

Sombra: "You do not understand your importance in this war, Jaune. You are only beginning to understand your power. Join me. Together, we can end this destructive conflict, and bring order to Remnant!"

Jaune: "I'll never join you!"

Sombra: "If only you knew the true nature of this war... Ozpin never told you what happened to your father?"

Jaune: "He told me enough! ... He told me you killed him!"

Sombra: "No... I am your father."

Jaune: gapes "That's not true... That's impossible!"

Sombra: "Search your feelings, you KNOW it to be true!"

Jaune: "NO! NOOOOOO!"

Sombra: "Son... I was taken into Salem's service. A pawn for her eternal war with Ozpin. They are two immortals, who care nothing for us. They know we can destroy them! They have forseen it! When I complete your training, if you bring your friends to our side, we can end them both and rule Remnant together as Father and Son!"