#semblance swap au

[howlingday]

If you could swap two characters semblances what do you think the outcome would be? I'm seeing some chaos.

Ooh, interesting.

On the spot, there's obviously Jaune Arc's Aura Amp.

But who to swap? Well, right now I'm thinking Yang Xiao Long's Burn.

Yang's Amp means she can keep fighting forever, pushing herself to the brink each time until her opponent is flattened. She would be the unstoppable force of Team RWBY. She'd probably lean into it by baby Ruby constantly, real mother henning.

Jaune's Burn would be a unique twist on his character's reference; a Joan of Arc who survived her burning and became stronger for it. Would also make him an even match against Cinder, too. Plus, it would make his emotional outbursts funnier with his golden hair on fire.

#rwby #yang xiao long #jaune arc #rwby au #semblance #semblance swap au #my answer #my answers

[aaroleswapau]

are nahyuta or any of the other khura’inese characters in this au? i like them a normal amount

yep, they are! nahyuta and dhurke are swapped! it's been a while since i've thought about aa6 in any capacity for the swap au bc, let's be real, it's so hard to piece together LMAO ORZ

it's such a swerve to go from miles, klavier, and simon to "OH IT'S APOLLO TIME NOW!!!!!!!!" in the au WHEEZES so i did think about making aa6 like, swapollo's version of an investigations game just so it'd make sense that he gets the spotlight this time.

and yea, nahyuta and co. are here (i unfortunately don't have a design for rayfa yet :^[) but from what i remember, i haven't actually like, solidified their lore in the story bc again, it's very difficult to do (i just like drawing and character design why did i do this orz) DFGHD but yea. somehow, he left khura'in and went into japanifornia with a semblance of a plan in hand and if he could, find his long-lost brother :'^)

i did think about nahyuta approaching the eaa being one of the first things he did (reasons tba pftt) but the idea that he's your co-counsel in the 6-2 is really fun! i do remember switching out the prosecutor in this case to apollo, just for the added trucy angst (bc she still is the one who gets accused in this), and bc of "uh oh what's this!!! my long-lost sibling on the other side of the courtroom!! WHAT!!!!!!!!!"

as for dhurke, i haven't built a lot of lore stuff for him yet (bc i cannot remember aa6 lore very well DFGHD) but just. the switcahroo trick of him being gone the whole time? very fun. you know who else had a switcharoo moment in aa6? hey hold on, why is nayna not here in this au?? why is dhurke's hair lavender????? anyways :^]

#ace attorney #den's aa roleswap au #nahyuta sahdmadhi #dhurke sahdmadhi #aa swap au asks #aa swap au art #aa6 spoilers #ace attorney spirit of justice spoilers #WHAT IMPULSE DOES TO A MF ....

[timegays]

Swap au?? Yes.

Character stuff under the cut-

Mischa-Jane doe: pretty much everything I’ve talked about in my JohnDoe!mischa posts (separate au). Head rebuilt by parts of his phone. No memories except for the faint knowledge that he was in love with someone (doesn’t remember who tho).

Constance-Noel: still sweet but a little less of a pushover. Feels like she should be more and wants to move to Hollywood and become a star. Defends herself more and doesn’t take bullshit but is very friendly if you are. 

Noel-Constance: ricky’s friend in this au- the parents putting pressure on him to “fit it” in kicked up a ton here. More to himself because he’s scared of what people will think of him. Just wants to be able to go full out on who he is and wants to be. (Still wants to be Monique). A lot more shy and less sassy but will not hesitate to defend his friends. 

Penny-Ricky: went nonverbal one day when she was younger and hasn’t spoken since. People tend to baby her and push her to the side because of this which makes her upset. She has a lot to “say” but nobody will listen to her. (Good thing she has ezra but that’s it).

Ricky-ocean: he always felt like he had to be perfect to make up for who he was. Him being unable to reach that perfection has made him a little bitter and gets angry when he feels someone his challenging the fact he’s perfect. Is a more of a teachers pet and secretly wants to just be himself cut his strive for perfection won’t let him.

ocean-Mischa: tired of her parents and everyone not caring about how hard she tries she’s sorta just- given up. Gets into trouble a lot to get some semblance of attention which she wouldn’t get otherwise. Still a know it all but is alot more jerky and angry about it. Acts like she doesn’t care about anyone when she really just wants to be loved. 

#teehee #karnak and Virgil are the same here probably #idk yet #anyways #fun little au time :))) #ride the cyclone #my art #ocean oconnell rosenberg #mischa bachinski #John Doe!Mischa #noel gruber #constance blackwood #ricky potts #penny lamb #Jane doe

[to-fly-with-clipped-wings]

Chapter 1.2 - Train Rides and Talking Hats

Chapter 1.2 - Train Rides and Talking Hats

Pairing: Harry Potter x Chosen One! Reader

“Oi,” you spoke, feeling your jaw clench at the blond boy’s demeanour. “I’d watch what I was saying if I was you, especially considering the crap that’s spewing out of your sewage-system of a mouth.” Draco Malfoy turned his sharpened gaze toward you. “And I’d be more careful if I was you. You don’t want to make enemies with the wrong people.” “The same goes for you.”  OR: in which you hitch a ride on the Hogwarts Express and buckle up for one hell of a ride. → Set in a universe where you are the chosen one, and Harry Potter is your best friend who tries to help you navigate the woes of being the lone hero of the wizarding world. A swap au where you are the chosen one, your parents are dead but the marauders + Lily are not. Eventual Harry x Reader, slowburn, friends to lovers. Series Masterlist

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Perhaps, if you had any less self-respect, having had a mental breakdown on the King’s Cross platform would have been your morning on the 1st of September.

The train leaves at eleven, Hagrid had told you. The Caddels had dropped you off at the station at half past ten before leaving to drop Odette off at her new school, Smeltings, they’d said.

All you were really aware of was the nifty cane that came with the uniform, supposedly used to thwack fellow peers. An excellent training for later life.

Regardless of peculiar apparels or uniform, you had now acquired a steadily rising fear that you would never be able to wear yours, if you couldn’t uncover where exactly platform nine and three-quarters situated on the station. 

There they were, right in front of you, platforms nine and ten – right there – but nowhere could you spot any semblance or notion of anything three-quarters related. The large plastic number nine leered tauntingly at you, swinging back and forth vaguely with the passing breeze.

You had pestered the guard manning the station. He hadn’t even heard of Hogwarts, and since you had no flying clue where or even what the school was, you couldn’t describe it to him. The guard stared you down incredulously, as though you were trying to be stupid (you didn’t miss how he eyed Hedwig, the name you had christened your snowy owl, who chirped irritably back at him).

It took every ounce of your remaining willpower to not snap or lunge at him and cause a scene in the middle of the station, especially when a congregation of people had formed a circle around you to observe the exchange curiously.

Apparently, according to a variety of people at the station, there wasn’t even a train that left at eleven o’clock. And to top the cherry on your fabulous sundae of anxiety and chagrin, according to the large clock situated on the arrivals board, you had a little under fifteen minutes to be seated on the train. 

You wished Hagrid had left you with more information, but when the man had dropped you back at your house and allowed you the time to blink, he had vanished.

Urgent magical business, you mused dryly. Almost like the kerfuffle of being stranded on a station with not the foggiest idea of where to go. 

Fleeting anxiety began to weave around your periphery. What if you missed the train? Were you missing something? Did you need to cast a spell? Oh, you knew you should have read the books before coming to the station. You swore at that moment to leave no page in your spell-books unturned.

You prepared to brandish your wand at the stray ticket box next to platform nine, trying your very best to formulate a spell that would divulge the presence of platform nine and three-quarters. 

In a perfectly timed turn of events, a group of people passed behind you, and you managed to glean a glimpse of their conversation.

“ – packed with Muggles, of course –

You heard your neck crack from how fast you wheeled around. Muggles. You had never been happier to hear a single word. The speaker was a stout woman, to an audience of about five red-headed children. Four boys and a girl, who from the conversation that ensued, you discovered was too young to attend Hogwarts just yet.

You turned your hawk-like stare toward ‘Percy’, the oldest boy, as he dashed toward the brick wall of platform nine, pushing his trolley along with him. Wincing, you closed your eyes so you wouldn’t see him and all of his school supplies crash onto the floor. 

Miraculously, though, when you peeled your eyelids back open, the boy was gone.

As were the twin brothers, Fred and George (or did their mother say George and Fred?). 

There was only one more boy left; a tall – though that entire family seemed to be on stilts – lanky, deeply freckled one. If you wanted to know where the sons were disappearing to, this was your final shot.

“Hey!” you called out, dragging your trolley behind you as you approached the remaining members of the red-headed family. Then, realising how the abruptness of a random girl yelling at someone may be perceived as rude, you decided to dial back your advances. “Hi, sorry. Do you happen to know how to –”

“How to get on to the platform?” she said kindly. “No worries at all, dear. Is this your first time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too.” 

She pointed at her last son. He had dirt on his nose. You tilted your head slightly toward him in greeting, but your mind, however, was still hyper focused on how the clock was dwindling closer and closer to eleven.

“Pleasure,” you smiled, desperation beginning to blemish your voice, evident as it began to inch one or two octaves higher. “So, er, I’m hoping that you do know how to get to the train?”

“That’s right,” she said. “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Go on, go now before Ron.”

You ruffled the collar of your shirt, which was looking far too neat and sophisticated (and therefore, not nearly as charming as you liked it to be). “Thanks, Miss.” 

You sucked in a deep breath before gathering your courage and sprinted toward the very solid, opaque looking barrier of platform nine and three-quarters. 

As you were running, you realised you were almost there – and then, quite suddenly, you weren’t. 

Rather, you now found yourself underneath a sign that read Hogwarts Express, 11 o’clock.

Permeating through a brick wall was yet another box to check from your list of magical experiences. Twice, actually, if you counted the entrance to Diagon Alley. Odd was it indeed, but it was your odd now, and you lest let anyone try and rob you of it. 

You stood in awe, head on a swivel as you examined the new environment. A mammoth of a train, one whose size could only be attributed to the slight of one’s magical hand, with smoke seeping out of its charcoal chimneys, stood tall against the crowded stage of the station. 

You turned around to see if the red-headed family had made it through as well, and sure enough, there they were. The woman was still looking at you, and when you waved at her, her face split into a soft smile and she returned the gesture.

You swept your dishevelled hair to the side – it had tousled itself into a heaping mess sometime during your episode on the other side of the train station. 

You only registered the consequence of this action when the red-headed woman’s eyes widened, and as an abrupt muteness circulated throughout the platform, capitulating the vocal cords of what seemed to be every single man, woman and/or child present there at that very moment. 

Families that were once bidding their children goodbye, lovingly caressing cheeks or smoothing down fly-away hairs, or families who were once loading trunks onto compartments, were now reacting in an identical fashion of the same scene that had transpired at the leaky pub; normal chatter was extinguished, and murmurs crept around the platform like an amateur thief in a treasure trove.

“The lightning scar!”

“Is that – oh, my sweet Merlin, it is!”

“Oh – where –?!”

“Move! Let me get a glimpse!”

“Look, over there!”

“(Y/n) (L/n)!”

You stiffened slightly under everyone’s combined gazes, the abruptness of this changing you off guard. But, as quickly as the alarm had rippled into your body, it had dispersed out. 

A smirk split your face, and you nodded toward the woman closest to you (who promptly went pink and near-fainted) as a way to acknowledge that you acknowledged their sudden interest in you. You heard someone chuckle at your brazenness, and a few more flurries of whispers burgeoned from other by-standers.

During the time it took for you to jostle your trolley into an empty carriage near the back of the train, the number of people actively tracking your every move had died down, though only by a fraction. From the corners of your eyes, you could still see the odd third-year trying to estimate how many laces you had on your shoes, no doubt so he could pester his parents into getting the same. 

(You kept to yourself that they had previously belonged to Odette, however, as you seriously doubted anyone wanted to know that (Y/n) (L/n), hero of the wizarding world, still wore hand-me-downs.)

Unfortunately, it seemed that although you possessed the power to terminate the reign of the darkest and most powerful wizards in history, you had apparently not attained the muscles required to heave your trunk up the stairs onto the Hogwarts Express. You stumbled back, cursing as you reeled from the pain that rocketed through your foot after you dropped your trunk on your toes.

“Want a hand?” 

You looked up. It was one of the red-headed twins, from that family you had met before.

“Yes,” you said almost immediately. “Er, please.”

“Oy, Fred! C’mere and help!”

The three of you managed to successfully store your trunk into the corner of your compartment. Before you could thank the twins for their help, though, one of the twins pointed at the spot on your forehead where the thin lightning-shaped scar donned your skin. 

“You’re (Y/n) (L/n),” he announced. Just like Olivander, this had not been a question, but rather a statement.

“Yes,” you straightened your posture a little higher. “That’s right. I am.”

The two boys gawked at you, and you subtly swept your sweaty hair to expose the scar even further. To your slightest dismay, however, the familiar voice of the red-headed mother drifted through the carriage before you were able to elaborate further on your battle-scar.

“Fred? George? Are you there?” Both the twins groaned at their mother’s summoning. Sparing one last glance at you, they ambled toward her call. “Coming, Mum.”

You waved the twins goodbye. Sitting down by the window, you ducked your head so you could listen to the family, who were still on the platform, whilst being half-hidden at the same time. Their mother had scourged out a handkerchief and was furiously scrubbing at Ron’s nose to rid the smudge of dirt that laid upon it.

You watched with amusement as Ron tried to lurch away before being caught in his mother’s iron-fisted clutches once again.

“Mum – geroff!”

One of the twins snickered, leaning close to Ron. “Aaaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?” 

“Shut up!” You saw the oldest of the red-headed siblings saunter towards his family, already draped in his robes. A shiny red and gold badge was pinned onto his chest, with the letter P engraved onto it.

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said stiffly. “I’m up front, the Prefects have got two compartments to themselves –”

“Oh, are you a Prefect, Percy?” One of the twins gasped, bringing his hands to his face in disbelief. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”

“Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it, once –”

“Or twice –”

“A minute –”

“All summer –”

You huffed a laugh at the back and forth going between the family. Percy the Prefect’s face was starting to sport a lovely bright, irritable shade of red. 

“How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” queried one of the twins.

“Because he’s a Prefect,” their mother smoothed Percy’s already-perfectly-smoothened hair fondly. “All right, dear, well have a good term – send me an owl when you get there.” 

She sent him off with a kiss. 

You sunk back into your seat. For some reason, the jovial atmosphere you’d felt upon discovering the magical platform had now become strangely dampened. 

Call it a moment of weakness, sure – but in that moment, you wished that you could have a mother. A mother who would dote on you like that or who would comfort you. 

But, as soon as that looming train of thoughts had festered, you vanquished them from your mind – the other kids could keep their affectionate mothers who waved them goodbye as they left, the same, in fact, would go for their superficial, gentle-natured fathers; you had your fame and that topped any shred of whatever they may have had, whatever you were missing.

As though the red-head family were suddenly attuned with your train of thought, you heard the voice of the youngest child (the girl) pipe up. “Oh! (Y/n) (L/n) On the train? Please can I go see her, Mum, please, please…”

“You’ve already seen her, Ginny, and the poor girl isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo. Is she really, Fred? How do you know?”

“Asked her. Saw the scar. It’s really there – like lightning.”

“Poor dear.” 

Your fingers traced the pattern of the scar, not particularly enjoying the feeling of pity emanating from the family.

“No wonder she was alone. I wondered. She was ever enthusiastic, though, when she asked how to get on to the platform. I’d have thought she’d be scared, by herself…”

“Never mind that, do you think she remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?”

The red-headed mother swelled like an angry bullfrog. “I forbid you to ask her that, Fred! No, don’t you dare. As though she needs reminding of –... ”

The disarrayed ruckus of another family hurriedly barrelling onto the platform and ushering their boy onto the train, stripped your focus from the ginger group. 

Observing the mop of black hair, you realised pleasantly that it was the boy you had met at the Quidditch store that day in Diagon Alley. Closely behind him, a stressed looking woman with copper-coloured hair, followed him briskly onto the train. Your lips twitched as you noticed that she possessed the same brilliant green eyes as her son. 

The father, a carbon copy of his son, followed seconds after, carrying a tremendously large trunk onto the train. There was one more man – perhaps one of the uncles the boy had mentioned – who remained on the platform, presumably allowing the family their final moments together. He didn’t really look alike to the mother or father of Quidditch Boy’s family, so you guessed that he was probably an uncle by choice, not blood. He had sandy brown hair with substantially sized scars running down the entirety of his face and neck. There was a large, shaggy black dog beside him too, and you swore that it had winked when it saw you looking at it.

A shrill burst of steam raged outwards from the chimney of the train. You guessed that this was a warning to families that the train was about to depart right now. True to your word, just as Quidditch Boy’s mother and father practically leapt off the train carriage they’d left their son in, the train doors slammed shut, and the vehicle began dutifully chugging forward. 

Left behind now, was the platform of nine and three-quarters.

Leaning back in your seat, you exhaled roughly. This was it, the moment that marked the beginning of your journey into Hogwarts. You had no clue where you were going, but you just knew it would be good. A grand moment, you were sure, but what you were also sure of was that the next few hours on the train (or possibly days or months, who knew?) would result in you being bored out of your mind. Stuck in an empty carriage by yourself with no one to talk to – tragic – maybe it would do you some good if you popped down into one of the other carriages and try to find some other first-years.

Coincidentally, the door of the compartment was opened by none other than Quidditch Boy himself. His hair was askew, glasses lopsided and cheeks clearly flushed from the rush of trying to scramble onto the Hogwarts Express before it departed. He did not have his trunk with him, so his father was probably able to store it in time.

“Hey, again,” he flashed you a bashful smile. “Would it be alright if I could sit here with you?”

“Sure, no problem.” 

You observed him as he took the seat opposite you. He was already wearing robes of sorts, not the Hogwarts ones, judging from the lack of school emblem, but the sorts that you hypothesised would be the wizarding equivalent to a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Er,” he started, causing you to look over at him. “It’s nice to see you. Again.”

“Yeah.” you agreed with him, offering a lopsided smile. “Great. To meet you.” 

“Yep.”

The compartment fell into a highly awkward silence, one that you were not at all familiar with. Back with the Caddels, or even at your previous school, you had no problem whatsoever making friends with strangers. In fact, conversation came easily to you – you weren’t the school captain for no reason, after all. So the stuffiness invading the atmosphere was most definitely unwelcome, and quite frankly, unnatural.

Thankfully the awkward cloud hanging above you and Quidditch Boy dissipated abruptly when the compartment door slid open again, revealing the tall, freckled, ginger boy, Ron.

His eyes widened when he saw you sitting in front of him. “Uh – sorry, anyone else sitting here? Everywhere else is full.”

Quidditch Boy shook his head and Ron took the seat beside them, so they were both facing you. Ron’s eyes hadn’t settled and he kept on glancing toward you and then toward the window whenever he made eye contact with you. It was amusing, his discomfort, from how often he did it.

“Hey, Ron.” The red-headed twins popped into the compartment suddenly. “Listen, we’re going back down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.”

“Right,” said the youngest sibling.

So we’re not going to question the spider. Okay, seems good.

“(Y/n),” the other twin, the one who hadn’t been talking to Ron, turned to you. “And other Kid,” referring to Quidditch Boy, “did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.” The three of you said bye in unison as the twins left.

As soon as they were gone, Ron blurted out, “Can we see the scar?” You blinked at him, and he went pink, but complied anyway (you had no qualms to showing off the lightning-shaped bolt). Pulling your hair back, the scar on your forehead was revealed to Quidditch Boy and Ron.

“Wow,” breathed out Quidditch Boy. “It really does look like lightning.”

Ron was equally stunned. “So that’s where You-Know-Who – ?”

“Yes.” You grinned brightly at their awed expressions. They stared at you a couple seconds longer before Ron diverted his gaze back to the greenery flitting through the window.

“So, is your whole family magic then?” you asked Ron. 

You already knew that Quidditch Boy’s father was a pure-blood and his mother was a muggle-born, whatever that meant; you weren’t going to be the one to say you had no idea what those were.

“Quidditch Boy?” puzzled Quidditch Boy, eyebrows furrowing. 

Ah, had you said that outloud? Whoops.

You laughed, bringing a hand to your nape. “Sorry, I don’t know your name, so I’ve kind of just resorted to calling you Quidditch Boy in my mind.”

“Uh, well, I’m Harry, Harry Potter.” said Harry, smiling at you once more. 

“Nice to meet you, Harry Potter.”

Ron interjected into the conversation, for which you were grateful. The ginger boy seemed to hold the power of evaporating awkwardness with a snap of his freckles fingers. “Pure-blooded means that everyone on his father’s side is magic. I’m the same – everyone in my family is a wizard, well maybe except for my mum’s second cousin who’s an accountant, but we don’t really talk about him.”

“I get it,” you said, cupping your chin with your hand. “I’ve got no clue what I am. But I know that my father had no magic.”

“A muggle,” Ron nodded appreciably. “Well, basically everyone knows that your mother was a pure-blood, though. That makes you a half-blood like him, since you’re a mix of two bloods.” He pointed at Harry. You were slightly startled that he knew more about your family and lineage than you did yourself. Maybe you should get used to people knowing more about you, than you did yourself.

“A muggle-born’s a witch or wizard who was born from muggle parents,” continued Ron.

You tilted your head to the side. “Where does their magic come from, if they’ve got no magical blood or whatever?”

Ron looked partially affronted. “Who knows, – magic isn’t exactly something that comes in a nice little package that gets delivered to you when the time is right. All I know is that if you’ve got magic, then you’ve got it. That’s all there is to it, really.” He waved his hands about in the air for further emphasis.

This was probably a topic Ron was passionate about, as you noticed his ears flushing red under the combined blank stares of you and Harry. You decided then that if Ron were to ever wear something salmon-coloured, it would definitely wash him out. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between his face and his left knee.

You tried to recover from the painful silence. “You two must know loads of magic then.” 

“Not nearly enough as my mum wants me to,” said Harry.

“Hear, hear,” mumbled Ron.

“Huh. Guess that’s one good thing that comes out of being an orphan.” 

You chuckled at the uncomfortable looks on the boys’ faces. 

“I heard you went to live with Muggles,” said Ron, scratching the back of his neck. “What’re they like?”

“Alright,” you shrugged. “Not outstandingly nice or anything, but they do their job. Would be cooler to have wizarding brothers like you though.”

“Not if you’ve got five of them.” answered Ron gloomily. “I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was Head Boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a Prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes and Charlie’s old wand. I wanted an owl, but they couldn't aff – I mean, they got Percy one instead for becoming a Prefect.”

Ron’s ears went pink again. Your brain, it seemed, was temporarily delayed and was not able to formulate a response to that.

“I’m sure you’ll do better than all your brothers combined,” said Harry. 

Ron smiled gratefully at him. 

As the train rolled onward and your surroundings grew greener, you, quite helpfully, took Hedwig’s cage and placed her on the centre of the table, announcing that the first one to get nipped whilst feeding her treats would be declared the ultimate ‘Lame Loser Lord.’ 

The three of you fell into an easy conversation after that, and you barely even realised how much time had passed until a smiling, old-looking woman popped her head into the compartment and said “anything off the trolley, dears?”

With that lovely gesture, you had leapt out of your seat and essentially pounced onto the food she was offering. Your pockets were lined with wizard money now, an infinite stash really, and so there was nothing stopping you from buying three of everything she had. As such, you, Harry and Ron had to drag back the food you’d purchased before dumping it on the table.

“Hungry, are you?” said Ron, raising his eyebrows at the pile of snacks that was nearly as tall as him.

“Starving,” you grinned back.

You, Harry and Ron tore into the pasties and cakes, the mountain rapidly diminishing by the second. There was one incident with a chocolate frog creeping into Hedwig’s cage before getting mauled by her talons. The card that supposedly came with the treat, according to Harry and Ron, had also been destroyed, so Harry had given his to you. One with a moving picture of Albus Dumbledore, who had waved politely at your stunned expression.

Once you’d moved onto Bertie Bott’s Every-Flavour Beans, you found a lot of enjoyment when Ron had the misfortune of coming across a bean that tasted like dirty socks. Though, your amusement at Ron’s plight had been adjourned with the appearance of a round-faced boy.

“Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?”

“No, sorry.”

You were taken aback when the boy promptly burst into tears. “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!”

“He’ll turn up,” said Harry.

“Yes,” said the boy, turning away dejectedly. “Well, if you see him…”

“Don’t know why he’s so bothered,” remarked Ron once the boy had left. “If I’d brought a toad I’d lose it as quick as I could.”

You deadpanned at him. “You haven’t even got any pets to lose, Ron. I’m betting that if you ever got one, you’d have even worse attachment issues than Toad-Boy.”

“Mind you,” said Harry, talking around his mouthful of Cauldron Cake. “That’s saying a lot.”

“What’ve you got then?” asked Ron, turning his head to glare at Harry. “You seem awfully high and mighty for someone who probably doesn’t have rat, or even anything at all.”

“I’ve got a dog,” defended Harry. “Snuffles.”

You and Ron both stifled giggles. “Snuffles? No way you named your dog that!”

“I didn’t pick the name!”

“A dog’s not as good as an owl anyways,” you teased.

“I’d beg to differ – my dog totally is,” Harry grumbled, crossing his arms. “Plus you don’t even need to have an owl – the school’s got its own aviary shock-full of ‘em that you can send letters with.”

“One day, I’m gonna get an owl.” Ron sighed dreamily. “Just for myself, I wouldn’t have to share with Fred or George or Percy or Ginny.”

“Who’s Ginny?”

Before Ron could divulge the identity of this ‘Ginny’, the compartment door was opened by a bushy-haired girl whose face was wrinkled up irritably. Toad-Boy also made a reappearance.

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one.” 

“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening. Rather, she had been staring at you. 

“You’re (Y/n) (L/n).” she declared matter-of-factly. “I saw you on the station. I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”

Ron gaped at her and Harry blinked a few times repeatedly.

“Be surprised if I wasn’t,” you said, winking cheekily. You also had no idea what she was talking about though.

She studied you appraisingly before asking Ron and Harry “and who are you?”

“Ron Weasley.”

“Harry Potter.”

“Pleasure. Well, I’m Hermione Granger. I was ever so pleased when I got my letter to Hogwarts, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard – I’ve learnt all of our set books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough.”

All three pairs of eyebrows furrowed in synchronisation. You, personally, had only caught about one-third of what she had been saying since she’d been basically rapping out her words. 

Herminkoni (was that what she said her name was?) began talking again. “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around and I hope I’m in Gryffindor, it sounds the best by far, I hear Dumbledore himself was one, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad. Anyay, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.”

Herpes Motion thus turned around and left, taking Toad-Boy with her.

“Well,” you announced cheerfully. “She was nice.”

“Sure,” muttered Ron, reaching for a Treacle Tart. 

“She was right about one thing though,” said Harry, grinning and brushing his hair out of his face. “Gryffindor, by large, is definitely the best house.”

“Who’s Gryffindor?” you squinted your eyes at him.

Ron attempted an exasperated face-palm with his left hand (he was still holding the tart in his right). Harry laughed at this, and proceeded to explain the four houses to you.

Gryffindor had been the house Ron’s and Harry’s families had gotten into. The house of the brave, it was known for. Ravenclaw, the house for smart people (you had a feeling you would not be getting into that); Hufflepuff was the house for the loyal and well-meaning. And finally, there was Slytherin. Both Ron and Harry detested the green-and-silver clad house, for it had been the group to pump out the most dark witches and wizards.

“Ah,” you said. “So naturally, we should hate that house, since that was the one Voldemort was – “

“Woah,” said Ron, looking impressed. “You just said his name.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s just a name. Anyways, I’m guessing that you all want Gryffindor then?”

“Of course!” Ron puffed out his chest. 

“Hey, did you – ?”

Unfortunately, whatever Harry had wanted to ask had been interrupted by the compartment door sliding open again. 

This time, it was a group of three – the ringleader being a sallow-faced, gauntly blonde boy. The other two were giant-sized, goliath looking boys who looked like his bodyguards. And, of course, they were all fixated on you.

“Is it true?” he said. “They’re saying all down the train that (Y/n) (L/N)’s in this compartment. So, it’s you, is it?”

“That’s right,” you smiled at him.

His lips twitched into a small smirk. He waved his hand carelessly at the two body-doubles next to him. “This is Crabbe and that’s Goyle. And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

Ron choked on his treacle tart, but you suspected that may have been him trying to disguise a sneer. Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Ron, causing your hackles to rise immediately.

“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.” 

Ron’s face went pink again and he sunk into his seat. 

Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Harry, but before he could say something about his family, you cut him off.

“Oi,” you spoke, feeling your jaw clench at the blond boy’s demeanour. “I’d watch what I was saying if I was you, especially considering the crap that’s spewing out of your sewage-system of a mouth.”

Draco Malfoy turned his sharpened gaze toward you. “And I’d be more careful if I was you. You don’t want to make enemies with the wrong people.”

“The same goes for you.” 

You stared down Draco Malfoy. Harry was glancing back and forth between the two of you, and he looked ready to stand up if this altercation escalated.

“You don’t get to come in here and poke fun at us,” you muttered slowly. “Especially, if you want to end up on good terms with me.”

His cheeks tinged a faint pink. “Not like I would want to be friends with the likes of you.” He placed the emphasis on ‘you’ the same way you did.

You, Harry and Ron all stood up. 

“I think it’d be best if you left.” you gritted out, disliking the boy less and less by every twitch of his rat-like face.

Unfortunately for you, Malfoy’s rattish face had broken out into a sneer. “You’ll regret making enemies out of me, (L/n). I promise you that much.”

He furiously spun around and out of the carriage, but not before he could shoot you a final scathing look. Crabbe and Goyle chased after him, robes billowing out from behind them.

“What a buffoon,” you huffed angrily.

“Agreed,” said Harry, still glaring at the door.

“I’ve heard of his family before,” said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.”

“‘Specially if they thought it was the winning side,” added Harry.

The door opened before you could open your mouth. There was Hermit Yeti, yet again, standing at the entrance.

“What has been going on? Why did I just see three boys bolting out of this compartment?” She looked you up and down. “You haven’t been fighting, have you? You’ll be in trouble before we even get there!”

“They were the ones starting it – not us!” defended Ron, scowling at her.

“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” she said sniffly. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know that?”

“Thank you,” you interjected, glaring at her on behalf of Ron. “Could you leave now?”

And finally, Herm-onion left.

If you had to guess, it had been only an hour after that when the train had pulled to a stop. You had donned your robes, ensuring that they still had your signature wind-swept appearance about them. Ron and Harry were also wearing their robes now too. You stuffed your pockets with the remaining sweets as you left the train.

Hopping out of the train and onto the station, you were delighted to be met with the familiar, gentle face of Hagrid. 

“Firs’-years! Firs-years over here! All right there, (Y/n)?” He beamed at you from under his scraggly beard.

You waved enthusiastically at him. 

The first-years, it looked like, had their own means of reaching the school, which involved travelling in groups of four in a little boat across a lake. You, Harry, Ron and the bushy-haired girl (to your displeasure) took a boat close to the front.

Whilst you did not dislike the girl, you weren’t fond of her tendency to huff or be bossy, especially when she did it toward Ron (which you found she did often). Harry hadn’t done anything to get into her wrong books, and nor vice versa, so they were probably on the most amicable terms between you, him and Ron.

The boats glided in unison across the great body of water, before coming to a stop at the front of the school’s castle. You could hardly hear Toad-Boy’s reunion with his toad (“Trevor”) amongst the excited buzzing in your ears.

The gaggle of first-years came to a stop at the entrance of Hogwarts, a ginormous wooden castle door. Hagrid raised his fist and rapped three times on it. 

The door opened immediately. There was a stern, grey-haired witch standing behind it. She was sifting through the crowd intensely, and her gaze did not linger on your scar like how most peoples’ did.

“The firs’-years, Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid.

“Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.”

The door was opened further and you streamed into the Entrance Hall. The entire school was huge, you realised, and was very elaborately decorated – like something you would read in a book. Flaming torches illuminated the corridor. The first-years were pulled into a little room, next to a place where you could hear the rest of the school talking.

It was then you noticed that Ron appeared quite pale under his freckles and that Harry was fiddling with his fingers. In fact, every first-year seemed to be exhibiting some sort of nervous tick, apart from Malfoy, who was rolling his eyes for some reason. 

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion. Should you have been scared too? It wasn’t like they were going to force you to fight each other or anything right? At least, that’s what you hoped. Although, you definitely knew that if they made you fight, you’d win.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Professor McGonagall. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and speed free time in your house common room.

She continued giving a debrief of the houses, but as it was something you had already heard from Harry and Ron, it wasn’t anything new. You fidgeted restlessly, wanting to get onto the Sorting already.

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.” Her eyes lingered on your messy hair and ruffled collar, where one lapel was sticking up. 

Once she left, you turned to Harry and Ron. “What do they do to get us into these houses? Is it like a test? Based on how you answer, that’s where you get in? Like, ‘what is the square root of sixteen?’”

“That’s probably only good for finding Ravenclaws and non-Ravenclaws though,” said Ron, taking you seriously. “My brothers said it was a test too, though. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.”

Harry was looking more unsettled by the minute. 

“Hey,” you said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. I’m sure Ron’s brothers are just messing with us.”

“Me too,” nodded Ron.

“But,” Harry’s green eyes met yours anxiously. “A test? In front of the whole school? I barely know two spells, how will they sort me with that? What if they send me home? What if –”

“Listen,” you said. “That’s already two more spells than I know, and probably most of the first-years too. That Malfoy included.” 

You narrowed your eyes at said boy, before returning them to Harry. “Don’t worry, alright? I’m sure we'll all do great.” 

Beside you, Ron nodded appreciatively (although it looked like his skin was beginning to reach a sickly pale green colour).

“You’re right,” said Harry, and you were pleased to see that he was a fraction less scared than he was a moment ago.

You didn’t bother with ‘smartening yourself up.’ You were already pretty smart enough, in your opinion. Having bested the darkest wizard of the age at a meagre one year old didn’t come to just anyone, you know?

After a whole debacle with some ghosts flying in to greet you before the ceremony, Professor McGonagall entered the room once more. You all trudged in a single-file line into the Great Hall.

You gaped openly at the Great Hall, which looked even bigger than the Entrance. Four long tables were lain across the room, with golden plates and goblets sitting on each. The students were segregated by houses, indicated by the colour of their robes and ties. There were also several candles floating in the air, which was pretty sweet too. Oh, and the roof looked like the sky as well. 

Professor McGongagall placed a three-legged stool in front of school, and then she placed a rusty-looking hat on top of it. You deadpanned when it broke into song, and even more when everyone burst into applause once it finished.

“So, we’ve just got to try on the hat!” Ron whisper-yelled to you and Harry. “I’ll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll!”

Harry gave him a nervous smile, and you said “I told you it wouldn’t have been that bad. Probably.”

Professor McGonagall approached the stool, unravelling a long roll of parchment paper. “When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” she said. “Abbott, Hannah!”

Hannah stumbled from the crowd of first-years and toward her. If you squinted, she looked a little like Odette, with yellower hair. She placed the hat on her head and after a moment of silence, the hat shouted out “HUFFLEPUFF!”

The table on the right, with the yellow-and-black clad students cheered and hollered as Hannah went to join them.

‘Bones, Susan’ went up next and she too went to Hufflepuff. ‘Boot, Terry’ went to Ravenclaw, and ‘Brown Lavender’ became the first new Gryffindor. The cheering from the red table was definitely the loudest, especially when right after ‘Bulstrode Millicent’ was sorted in Slytherin and all she got was only a polite and semi-silent applause from her new house.

A few more people went, and then, so did ‘Granger, Hermione’ (so that was her name) who sat on the stool for a precariously long period of time before being sent to Gryffindor. Ron groaned. Toad-Boy (Longbottom, Neville) got Gryffindor too, but he was on the stool for longer than Hermione. A few more people went after them.

You were raising your hand to scratch your ear when your name was called. 

As you stepped forward, the students in the Hall whispered loudly, just as they had done at the station.

“(L/n), did she say?”

“The (Y/n) (L/n)?”

Those comments did not help the rising ego blooming inside of you. You swaggered over the stool and sat down. Your fingers delicately gripped the brim of the hat. The fabric felt ragged and old underneath your fingertips. You brought the Sorting Hat down toward your –

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The hat had barely scraped the fly-away hairs on your head when it had shrieked out the name of your house. 

The Great Hall was silent for a few, stunned moments, taken aback by your instantaneous sorting (which you guessed was not a frequent occurrence). You stared back at them with wide eyes, darting downwards to look at Harry and Ron. They were wide-eyed too, before Harry broke the silence and beamed a gigantic smile at you, and the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers – louder cheers than for any of the people before you. 

You felt a warm glow in your chest. You looked around the table, and saw many friendly faces. Percy the Prefect had dived over the table (almost) to shake your hand vigorously and you could hear the Weasley twins jeering and yelling out “We got (L/n)! We got (L/n)!” Even a ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, was congratulating you by patting your arm, which felt like you were being doused in a cold bucket of water.

At the High Table, Hagrid was grinning and gave you the thumbs up. Dumbledore, you recognised him from the chocolate frog card, was up there too with a faint twinkle in his eye.

The only notable people left up, really, were Harry and Ron. 

Harry had been called first.

The Sorting Hat was sat upon his head for what seemed to be the better portion of an eternity. For the first time since your arrival, you felt a jolt of fear. What if you and your friends would be separated into different houses? You didn’t to be stuck in a full with only Neville and Hermione, everyday you would wake up to find Neville’s slimy toad on your pillowcase or –

You felt a surge of joy and relief, as after a minute or two, the hat declared “GRYFFINDOR!” and the Great Hall erupted in cheers for Harry. You clapped your hands and smiled widely, looking for him among the sea of red and gold.

He took a seat beside you and you high-fived him.

“Nice to see you here, Potter, Harry,” you said, changing your voice to mimic McGonagall’s.

“Nice to see you too, the (Y/n) (L/n),” he snickered, mocking the way the students had reacted when they’d heard your name.

You grinned at him, shoving his shoulder.

Ron joined you rather quickly, even though he was one of the last people to get sorted. You were delighted at this, as it meant you could still be with them for the rest of your Hogwarts years, according to what Professor McGonagall had said.

Dumbledore rose to his feet, “Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!”

He sat down, and as he did, food magically appeared in front of you.

“Is he – a bit mad?” Harry asked you uncertainly.

“Probably,” you said, shrugging, reaching for the roast potatoes.

You scarfed down your food, listening to the conservation around you. You cheered when the dessert had come, causing the people around you to chuckle, quietly – except for Ron, who had gotten to the apple pie before you could.

You wrestled Ron for a slice of said pie, and were happily munching on it when you glanced back up to the High Table. Hagrid was drinking from his goblet, and Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore were in a deep discussion with each other. Another Professor, in a purple turban, was fiddling nervously with his cutlery, tapping his fork against the edge of the table. He was speaking with a professor with greasy black hair, a hooked nose and sallow skin.

The teacher, as though he could sense your presence, glanced straight past the Turban-Professor and bore his black eyes into yours – a sharp, hot pain seared within your scar, and you let out a hiss of pain.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked you, foreheading furrowing in concern.

“N-nothing.” The pain had left as quickly as it had come. How strange. You got the feeling that the hooked-nose teacher did not like you very much.

“Who's that teacher, the greasy-haired one?” you pointed at him, not discretely.

Harry stifled a laugh. “That’s Snape. No one likes him, they say he wants to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, but every year he gets stuck as the Potions one instead. My dad doesn’t like him at all – actually, my entire family doesn’t really too.”

“Why’s that?” you questioned.

“Not sure,” said Harry, but he scratched his cheek nervously. “They won’t tell me.”

Deciding not to press him further, you continued to watch Snape a little longer. He never looked at you again, though, after that.

Once the desserts had all faded away, Dumbledore had announced his final speech and conducted a very tragic school school orchestra. He wiped his eyes when he had finished. “Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

Powering your legs through the sheer force of the food you’d guzzled down, you followed Percy up to the Gryffindor Tower. With horror, you realised that you’d have to climb an average of seven staircases everyday, simply just to get to your bed. 

Anyways, the entrance to the Gryffindor headquarters was through a painting of a Fat Lady and she flipped open when you told her the password, Caput Draconis. You scrambled through the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor common room. 

You lazily trudged up the stairs, and without even bothering to notice that your trunk had been transported up to your dorm room, you face-planted onto your bed and fell into a heavy sleep.

Perhaps you had eaten a bit too much, because that night, you had a very strange dream. 

You were staring into a mirror, desperately trying to tug off a purple turban from your head. When did you get a turban? How did you get a turban? The fabric of the turban grew tighter, making you feel a sharp pain in your skull as the turban squeezed your head like a vice. You wondered how you got into this mess in the first place.

Furiously pulling, pulling, at the turban finally caused it to unravel and expose your hair. With a start, as you glanced back to the mirror, you discerned that your face had, horrifyingly enough, taken on the face of Snape. His own black, empty eyes stared back at you. 

You scrambled back, leaping away from his cockroach-like eyes, only to find that, for some reason, there was a bottomless abyss behind you. You fell down, down, down into a pit. Closing your eyes as your head thrummed painfully, you braced yourself for the impact. 

A bright flash of green light, and a high, cruel laugh jerked you awake. 

Oddly enough, however, when you’d gone back to sleep, you hadn’t remembered the dream at all. You did question, however, the next morning why when you closed your eyes, all you saw was a luminous, green light in the shape of a lightning-bolt scar.

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→ Author's Note: Hello my lovelies, welcome to ch 1.2 yippee!! Sorry that its super long but we’re pretty already halfway through the ch 1 portion of the series XD — I’m guessing now that it's gonna reach about 1.4 or 1.5 but I could also be widely incorrect :P Anyways that’s all so catch ya next time :))) thank you

Time for this chapters analysis ~ You will have probs noticed one of the most canon-divergent parts of this series so far is that instead of the same dilemma Harry faced when he was getting sorted (Slytherin vs Gryffindor), as soon as the hat touched the little hairs upon your head, you were sorted into Gryffindor. During this chapter, and a little of the last one (but mostly this one), I've kinda been subtly trying to hint that the Reader is really quite arrogant and brazen. Rather than Harry as the chosen one, where he longs for a quiet and normal life, Reader dives headfirst into her role. She shamelessly self-promotes her lightning-scar and doesn’t try to hide it – she knows she’s special and she feeds into that!!  She’s kinda like James Potter in that regard >.< and therefore I want her to kind of be epitome of a Gryffindor (courageous and arrogant) and maybe, maybe not, a parallel to Draco Malfoy (who also got sorted into Slytherin ASAP, and is ambitious and arrogant) hehe → that’s also why Reader and Malfoy get more aggressive even more quickly than Harry did in canon… Anyways!!! This is the briefest hint at what I have in store for this series, and we’ll see how Reader’s arrogance courageousness deviates Harry Potter from canon.  Tbh I’m planning to make the reader Percy Jackson-coded (with the sass and reckless bravery and loyalty and what not) and maybe just the slightest bit Gojo-coded hehe,  I know that it's not that clear rn lol but I’ll work my way into it hopefully… Anyways, thanks again! :D Series Masterlist

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[arc-misadventures]

Arc-Swapped Au: how is Jaune feeling after getting back and getting hear everyone talk about how amazing Jeanne was?

Well that was fast. The first prompt was barely five minutes old, and here someone is already asking for a sequel.

And, I’m answering it…

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The Return

Jaune: Hey guys!

Pyrrha: Jaune! You’re back!

Nora: Jaune-Jaune!

Ren: Its a relief to see you again.

Jaune: Naww… Thanks guys.

Nora: Where were you?

Pyrrha: Yeah, we went to bed, and we wake up, and it’s your highly attractive female version of you!

Ren: Quite attractive.

Nora: She was really hot!

Jaune: Of course you’d say that…

Ren: Were the two of you swapped; She came here to your world, and you went to hers?

Jaune: Yeah pretty much; Everyone on Team RWBY were guys, as well as you, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: R-Really?

Jaune: You were a girl, Ren.

Ren: I was?

Jaune: And, you were still a girl, Nora.

Nora: I am a multiversal constant. There will only be one, Nora. And, I will be a girl!

JPR: …

Jaune: So yeah… W-What was it like to have, Jeanne here?

Pyrrha: Oh she was wonderful to have around! She was always so bright, and cheerful to have around! And, she looked absolutely beautiful!

Ren: I found her presence very relaxing to be around.

Nora: And, her smile was stunning! But, the bright light hurt my eyes.

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Ren: Yeah, he smile was like the perfect summers day~!

Pyrrha: Jeanne was wonderful to be around~!

Jaune: …

Yang: I heard someone say: Jeanne! Is Jeanne back?! Ohh… it’s you…

Jaune: Ow…

Ruby: Is big sis back?! Oh, hi, Jaune.

Jaune: Hi…

Blake: Is the angel back! Oh, it’s just, Jaune…

Jaune: Nice to see you too, Blake…

Weiss: Where is she?! Where is my future wife?!! Oh… It’s just you, Arc…

Jaune: …

Jaune: I see, Jeanne made quite the impression…

Yang: Oh she was a riot to be around!

Blake: She was the most wonderful person I ever met~!

Ruby: She was the big sister I never new I wanted!

Weiss: She will be my future wife.

Jaune: …

Jaune: So anyway, as I said I met the gender swapped version of you guys, as well as team, RWBY.

Ruby: Really? What was I like?

Yang: I best I was really cool!

Blake: Probably wasn’t much of a difference with me was there?

Weiss: No doubt I was perfect as always.

Jaune: Hell if I know. As soon as I got there, her Team RWBY, and Pyrrha tried to kill me.

Pyrrha: They what?!

Jaune: Yep, as soon as I showed up, Pyrros, male you, Pyrrha. Threw me against a wall with his semblance, and threatened to gut me if I didn’t say where, Jeanne was.

Pyrrha: Oh my…

Jaune: Yeah, luckily, Rin, female Ren…

Nora: Bet she’s pretty hot~!

Jaune: And, Nora were there to stop him. I then explained I had no idea what happened, then boy team, RWBY came in, and threatened to kill me. They wanted their, ‘Angel’ back. After I said, I didn’t know, Blake, male, Blake bound me up with his weapon. William, male, Weiss, used his semblance to pin me to the wall. Ruben, male, Ruby pointed his gun at me, and Yin, male, Yang socked me in the stomach when I couldn’t answer his questions…

Yang: Ouch!

Ruby: That’s mean!

Blake: Why would I do that?

Weiss: Seems like something I would do…

Jaune: Yeah, they were going to gut me if I didn’t tell them what happened to, Jeanne. Luckily the teachers saved me from that…

Ren: Did they?

Jaune: No, not really. They interrogated me, and threw me in a cell while they worked all of this out… Jeanne told me you were having a lot of fun though. Seemingly she awoke some stuff in you as well.

Yang: Well… I always had a feeling was into girls…

Blake: Same, but only for the right girl.

Ruby: I loved my Onee-Chan!

Weiss: I was going to marry her!

Jaune: Nice! Well… Now I hate her even more than I did before! Peachy…

RWBY: WHAT?!

Pyrrha: How could you say that?!

Nora: What did she do to deserve that?!

Jaune: Sorry, I just so happen to be, Jaune Arc, the ‘loveable’ goofball stuck in the tree, who barely anyone likes, and is willing to put a spec of trust in! Compare to the, Angel of Beacon, Jeanne Arc! A person with her own fan club, who everyone loved! Who was properly trained to be a Huntress, who everyone put their faith in her! How can I not love the better version of me?!

Weiss: Well what did you expect? She is perfection incarnate, and you’re trash incarnate.

Ruby: Weiss that’s mean!

Blake: But, true.

Ruby: Blake?!

Yang: What, Vomit Boy just isn’t anywhere close as fantastic as, Jeanne is.

Ruby: You too, Yang?!

Yang: You were thinking something similar too, Rubes.

Ruby: But, I wasn’t going to say it!

Jaune: …

Ruby: Oops… He-hehe… S-Sorry…

Jaune: I fucking hate my life, twice over now…

Pyrrha: Uhh… Do you perhaps want a hug, Jaune?

Jaune: I want to kill myself…

Yang: …

Weiss: …

Nora: …

Ruby: …

Ren: …

Blake: …

Pyrrha: Oh… Oh no…

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[baskeigh-ball]

ive read your mind swap au as well as some of the asks, and now im imagining a version where they dont swap neurodivergencies per se, but DO swap sensory issues, and like, i know thats not at all how that works (im autistic myself lmao) but THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES!!! raph gets mad so much easier because he feels so mUCH MORE, donnie feels practically nothing compared to usual (e.g - he has an itch, and when he scratches, he gets annoyed about how he jUST BEARLEY FEELS IT!!)

im not gonna write any more cuz i dont jave time rn, BUT PLEASE, DO YOU SEE IT. CAN YOU SEE MY VISION

YES this is exactly my struggle with this au gjghskg

There's so many potential scenarios either way, it's really hard to just stick with one version. However, I want this au to have some semblance of consistency, so I won't really touch on the other routes this idea could go (maybe i could leave that up to u guys, idk). I might revisit it in the future, but not now bc I already have like 4-5 different things I'm juggling atm lol

#but yes i see your vision and its glorious #*slaps top of bodyswap au* this bad boy can fit so much hurt/comfort in it #rottmnt #asks open

[mezzomorendo]

- ; new au

wrong actor upon fate's stage

This is going to be a catch-all for any roleswap AUs. I have two so far, listed below.

In the first alternate timeline, Sephiroth and Zack's lives are swapped around. Zack is the general, Sephiroth the Second-Class. As things are slightly warped in this world, here are some more of the changes.

Zack gained his x-shaped scar in the war from a stray thrown blade.

He fights with the buster sword still. Angeal instead fights with Masamune, which is passed down to Sephiroth.

Zack's natural charisma and kindness make him an easy poster boy for SOLDIER and drives up their recruitment rates. Many and more aspire to be just like him - a sparkling, classic hero who braves it all with a smile. He's featured on a lot of propaganda and frequently is in the limelight. He's well loved by his subordinates and while he doesn't have a specific protege, he does take time to train other SOLDIERs when he can.

Much like my corruption verse, his madness takes a different form. He still burns Nibelheim to the ground, but plays it off as an accident. He becomes calculating and emotionally manipulative and won't show his true colors until he needs to. He still doesn't have much patience for long games, but he does keep his cards close to get closer to those he wishes to suffer. His goal is to make those feel the same as he did - to rip the rug out from their lives and prove that the world is devoid of warmth and kindness.

His breakdown is caused less by him realizing he's a Cetra and more that he has no idea who he is anymore. He finds records of Shinra raising him to have the personality he has now. They meticulously treated him with what was necessary to make him a gentle person, a kind boy-next-door type that they could market. He realized he was a product.

He also learns that many of his accolades weren't even real. He was gaslit for many years of his life into thinking he had all these achievements and all these things that he had done, only to learn they weren't even real. The sudden shock to his mind - that not only was his identity fake, but his achievements were too - ultimately shattered his perception of the world. Suddenly, no one actually loved him. No one actually cared about him. He was only shown kindness to make him a perfect tool for marketing. That realization broke him and turned him into a monster grieving for what he longed was real and clawing to find some semblance of reality.

In the second alternate timeline, Zack mentors under Genesis. He is still incredibly excitable, only exacerbated by Genesis encouraging theatrics and bombastic attitudes.

Zack fights with a saber instead of the buster sword, and as such his fighting style changes. He focuses more on speed in this universe so much so that he's often a blur on the battlefield. This combined with this natural energy make him absolutely exhausting to fight.

His magic still isn't great, but that is part of why he enjoys spending time with Genesis. He eventually learns to control materia better but prefers enhancement magic to elemental magic.

Because he's directly under Genesis, he tries to talk Genesis down from starting a war with Shinra. He cares for him deeply and sees Genesis as a hero in his own right, regardless of his physical status. He could be persuaded to join Genesis' war.

#ooc; kei talks #idk where to put this lmao but it'll exist here for now #i'll add it to my verses list in a second lmao #ic; wrong actor upon fate's stage {roleswap au}

[fagdykegtws]

red life apocalypse au fairy fort oneshot/drabble I did because I was bored, tw for fire and implied character death (I promise nobody actually died)

Lizzie's world was burning.

Well, not really, the world had been figuratively burning for a few months now she's not surprised about that.

She's watching the walls of her clearing full of life and love crumble. Dead and dying branches fall into the fire around her, her home soon to be little more than a memory of a kinder time.

She thought she was safe here. How foolish she was to think a couple of trees would ever keep them safe—

She can only watch and wonder. Lizzie wipes the sweat from her brow, adrenaline running too high to feel anything. Flames lick at her heels, she can't bring herself to move. The peaceful life she had built here—their facsimile of normalcy—was turning to nothing but ash before her very eyes.

Cleo, and now this?

She forces herself to turn away from the trees, where their home had once rested. It was all swallowed up by the fire, but she could make out where the quaint windows and flowerbeds had once adorned their home. The garden where they made their livelihood was all but soil and collapsing fences. Ren splashes endless buckets and buckets of water from the stream nearby, only to be swallowed fruitlessly by the raging flames.

They had salvaged what they could, hurriedly carried out of the fort by BigB and their llama. She wondered if he was dead. If he met the same fate as Cleo.

She wants to laugh at how quickly the idea of death brought Cleo back to mind while she's watching her only hope at peace in this world burn. She was gone now. Not quite dead, but pretty damn close.

She misses their quiet nights, swapping stories of their time before the world turned to chaos. Laughing and loving in the most simple ways. Until Cleo didn't come home one night, on their way home from trying to trade she remembers. It felt like the world was trying to wipe the old Cleo from it's history, burning everything she once had and trying to kill all who remembered her before.

Peace is always futile, isn't it?

Lizzie tries to force the stinging ash out of her lungs, shaking her head and runs up to grab Ren's hand and pull him away. She knew it was over as soon as she smelled the smoke.

He resists, tugging desperately. "Let go— Lizzie we can save it, take a bucket, please—" Ren begs, fumbling for a moment with the bucket in one hand. The flames had barely receded since he started trying to put it out, since they discovered it. She tugs with urgency, Ren doesn't give in.

"Ren we're going to suffocate like this. It's over. We're done with here." Lizzie says sternly.

Through the soot and ash, she sees tears well in Ren's eyes behind those stupid sunglasses he never took off. They glisten ever so slightly orange in a reminder of why.

The sound of fire feels like someone's screaming.

Lizzie wants to cry too, Void be damned if she wants to burst into tears then and there and give up on everything because she failed at keeping her only friends in this horrible world safe.

There's a pair of glowing red eyes in the untouched trees.

"Please wait— we can save our home Lizzie." Ren's voice is broken. Raspy from the soot and dust and ash, shattered by the denial of the utter hopelessness of it all.

Lizzie doesn't wait. However much she wants to salvage the only semblance of a home they knew they'd ever have in this hellscape of a world, she drags his wrist toward the flame infested exit. Ren's resistance loosens just enough for her to pull him away, he sobs. Lizzie feels something in her heart shatter.

#chewby writes #do I maintag #also can you tell I really like em dashes #I also like writing Lizzie watching her world fall apart :3 it's very fun #Lizzie LDShadowLady when she is watching her various empires and homes she poured her heart into get destroyed #anyways

[princess-of-the-corner]

The big catch with Semblances is that they're fueled by Aura.

"Aura" is a mix of an MP gauge and a forcefield, while also boosting the healing factor of whoever's deploying it.

So Aura might actually make the RWBY cast more durable than the MHA crew, and it can ALSO be used to reinforce one's clothing or weapons.

There's also not a genetic component to it at all, as Semblances are determined by PERSONALITY rather than GENETICS. This is because Aura comes from the soul, and thus your Semblance is the physical manifestation of your soul.

There is an exception to this, the Schnee Family Semblance. Everyone born into the Schnee Family has the same Semblance, as a sort of physical manifestation of the Schnee Family's Legacy/Generational Trauma. They are Schnees first and people second. However, there is ONE aspect that makes the Semblance unique for each person who uses it: the ability to Summon defeated opponents who have left an "impression" on the user's soul.

Inch resting actually.

So while I could theoretically swap them out if I were to do like. An AU of one cast in the others' series, if I did more of an Isekai-ish story, I could bullshit my way to having a Semblance stack on a Quirk, but not a Quirk stack on a Semblance.

[mx-mongoose]

Infinity Train Swap AU but the roles are random

I got bored so hare’s me using a wheel to make an IT swap au

So for Tulip we have GRACE! Hell yeah,

For Jesse we have HAZEL! Oh.. oh ouch

For Grace we have- TULIP! Huh okay

For Simon we have- BLAKE! Y’know, with how little we know on Blake and the popular headcanon that he’s Tulip’s cousin- i could see it

For Amelia we have- SIMON! Ooo, that’d be interesting with Grace being in Tulip’s role.

For Hazel we have- Min-Gi?? Okay

For Ryan we have- Lake!

For Min-Gi we have- Mikayla! ( @nevermore-was-here the universe chose Mikaylake)

Headcanons:

- For Grace, I feel like this is less about her parents being divorced but them being absent. Not like neglectful absent, but her parents are so caught up in their own lives that its hard for them to make time for their daughter in terms of bonding and communication. Such as them missing Grace’s recitals because of work and stuff.

- Instead of losing a significant other (because other then Grace, i can’t see Simon being romantically involved with anybody else) I feel this will be more him reconstructing his life as a whole. Remaking his life as a way to have some semblance of control over it . Like instead of a death, its just things that pile up over time. Like his life was shitty and he’s using The Train as a 2nd chance.

- For Mirror!Grace and Hazel, Hazel was a little kid they found wandering The Train and Hazel just followed them around after that. Mirror!Grace loves Hazel to death and will do anything her. Now they have even more motivation to escape the Flecs.

- Hazel was a kid thrown around the foster system, so her and Mirror!Grace relate on struggling with identity.

I don’t really have many ideas, im just bored

#infinity train #grace monroe #simon laurent #hazel infinity train

[howlingday]

Ok I'm gonna read though everything you have in the Pokemon Au to make sure I get everything so I leave the Kyurem and Jaune stuff alone. Side note is my Kyurem and Jaune stuff Canon to the Au or is it own thing now? Regardless actual ask now. What if Team Jnpr somehow got their semeblanes swapped?(Blame Nora) I will let you decide who gets what semblance.

Far as I can tell, Kyurem and Jaune will interact in the future.

----------------------------------------------------

Jaune: (Clanks as he stumbles about, Covered head to toe in metal)

Pyrrha: (Plugs in charger, Zapped) OOH~! (Sighs) Great. It's going to be all day with this, isn't it?

Ren: (Somehow unaffected) Nora, what are you doing?

Nora: (Squatting, Glowing) I'M GOING TO FIGHT THE MOON!

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #my answer #my answers

[novankenn]

"Ozpin's Fault AU"

Calls & Conversations (1089 words)

Nora exited the shower after 45 minutes, looking refreshed and clean, though she still shot Jaune a menacing glare. Jaune's ears drooped, and her tail wrapped around her body, covering her face as she tried to further bury herself in the nest of blankets Pyrrha had arranged for her.

"Nora." Ren and Pyrrha commented in unison. "Don't."

"I will..."

"Finish that statement, and I'll inform Professor Goodwitch of your intentions..." Pyrrha threatened.

"Traitor!" Nora proclaimed.

"Nora, enough." Ren stepped into the conversation. "Once Jaune's back to normal, I'm sure he'll apologize..."

"I demand compensation!"

"Er... what? Compensation?"

"She ruined my shirt... I want it replaced... limited edition Ms Mapleworth t-shirt!"

"You want Jaune to replace a plain white t-shirt with a limited edition shirt that features the logo of a maple syrup mascot?" Pyrrha asked, a little confused.

"Emotion distress and pain." Nora stated flatly, and before anyone else could say anything, a "YIP" from the nest of blankets on Pyrrha's bed answered Nora. "Thank you for agreeing, Jaune."

"How?" Pyrrha asked as Ren rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Breakfast time!" Nora's chipper attitude returned, "Let's go, Rennie!"

Pyrrha watched as Nora proceeded to drag Ren out of the dorm, leaving her and her crush alone. Pyrrha was so conflicted. Her feelings for Jaune had grown from interest in finally having a friend into a full-blown crush... but the gender swap was making things confused. She still held feelings and was discovering that she was possibly more sexually attracted to Jaune as a female than she was when Jaune was male.

The ringing of a scroll drew her out of her musings. Moving to the nightstand next to Jaune's bed, she picked up Jaune's charging scroll, to see if it was a call that she should answer.

"It's from your... Mom." Pyrrha announced as she turned to look at Jaune. Seeing Jaune shrink into the nest of blankets, told Pyrrha all she needed. Jaune was not read for such a conversation, but fate intervened, and as she was moving her thumb to tap the ignore icon, she tapped the accept icon instead.

"Hello, Jaune why haven't you... you're not Jaune. WHO are you..." the cheery voice instantly turned menacing. "Who are you? Where is my baby-boy?"

/=/

Qrow groaned, his head thumping as the incessant ringing of his scroll stirred him from his booze induced slumber. Rolling over on his ratty couch, he swatted the detestable device, and attempt to fall back asleep, only for it to start ringing again. Once again he hit the technological annoyance, again, for it only start up again.

"This better be important." Qrow muttered as he rose, sighed and answered. "What do… Glynda?"

"Qrow I have a situation at Beacon. I NEED you here... now."

"Huh?" Qrow shook his head, not believing his ears. "What?"

"As I have already said. I have a situation that requires your assistance in resolving."

"What type of issue could you have that you can't fix with that semblance of yours?"

"An Ozpin caused one."

"Seriously? What happened this time?" Qrow asked as memories of having to teach a four-year student how to change back from being a transformed into a Komodo dragon.

"Jaune Arc. Vixen."

"Shit." Qrow groaned. It was not a secret to any of the staff or Ozpin's inner circle that the eccentric Headmaster had a habit every so many years of causing anarchy with his magic. Usually around the time of the Vytal festival coming to Vale. "When?"

"She was discovered transformed this morning."

"Wait, did you say she? Jaune's your nephew..."

"Was..."

"How... Ozpin."

"Ozpin." Glynda confirmed.

"I'm in Patch." Qrow informed Glynda as he rubbed his face with his free hand. "I can be there before lunch. Anything else I should be aware of?"

"My precious Jaune is also now a faunus, and Jasmine does not know... yet."

"Fuck." Qrow cursed. The Arc matriarch was well known for being rather overprotective of her spawn, and Qrow used that term lightly. When the entire Arc clan got together, those kids were Hellions, specifically when it came to embarrassing, or protecting the sole son of the family. "Are you...?"

"Not if Ozpin can correct this mistake."

"He wasn't able to for the fourth year, four years ago." Qrow pointed out, only to wish he hadn't, considering the murderous look that crossed Glynda's face.

"He... WILL... fix this." Glynda informed Qrow through clenched teeth. "Before Lunch?"

"I'm leaving now."

/=/

"Well. I'm waiting."

"She... he is in the bathroom right now." Pyrrha lied as she heard Jaune's soft whimpering behind her. "I'll let her... I mean him know you called."

"Really?" Jaune's mom's eyes narrowed, and Pyrrha felt fear and panic starting to coil about in her stomach. She had never been a competent liar, and the way Jaune's mom was looking at her, Pyrrha could see she wasn't buying what she was selling. "And WHOM might you be, that you have access to Jaune's scroll?"

"I'm his partner..."

"Partner," Jaune's mom's eyes lighted up and a slightly unhinged smile crossed her features. Features that Pyrrha definitely could see the familial resemblance in. " And what type of ... partner are you?"

"Excuse me?" Pyrrha wasn't sure what was being asked of her.

"Hold the scroll out, I want a better look at you." Pyrrha, still a little confused, did as she was bid, holding the scroll further out and tilting it slightly to give Jaune's mom a better look at her figure. "Nice figure. Good hips, ample bust..."

"Excuse me?"

"Have you ever thought of having children?"

"I..."

"I expect at least four grandchildren from you."

"Huh?"

"I suppose we should get on a first name basis. I'm Jasmine Arc, it is a pleasure to meet you Ms Nikos, or course you're more than welcome to call me MOM."

"I..." Pyrrha's face grew cherry red, as her mind switched from preventing Jaune's current condition from being discovered to images of her heavy with child, with at least three other rugrats with strawberry blond hair seated around her for a family photo.

"I knew it." Jasmine grinned. "You have it bad. Now, about those grand babies. I want..."

"Nine. Minimum... I can do nine." Pyrrha blurted out.

"Oh... I like you... nine it is, and if you want more..."

Jaune whimpered as she heard the conversation happening between her mom and Pyrrha. Don't get her wrong, Jaune liked Pyrrha more than just as a friend, but the glint in her emerald green eyes was terrifying to her.

(So I am working on some follow-ups to recent postings, and working out a few more posts for "Jaune Gets a Gun Au". Hope you're all enjoying this nonsense.)

#rwby #jaune arc #team jnpr #team rwby #female!jaune #foxfaunus!jaune #vixen!jaune #glynda goodwitch #glynda and jaune are related #jaune is an actual fox #jasmine arc - Jaune's mom #the beginings of baby fever #qrow branwen #ozpin has caused this chaos before...

[padawansuggest]

Okay so I’m not reblogging the original post cause I made it sorta long and I don’t wanna clog up anyone’s dashes and such, but I have some more ideas. I tagged the post ‘Mandalorians adopt ferals’ and all posts with that will be tagged that too, so, follow that to find more.

I’ve decided that the Jedi creche has wookie creche masters (I don’t care what AU it is literally my fave characters of any AU will always be wookie creche masters. They give the BEST hugs and tell super old stories and even have pics of Yoda as a youngling) and so when a Mando’ade Wookie approaches Jaster and Jango to get their ferals something to eat and blankets, Jaster and Jango actually expect the ex-jetti to be a little more nervous about this massive wookie comin up on them.

But Xanatos and Obi-Wan were temple raised and that instills a lifetime of reaction in them. They are attentive and listen quietly to the nice wookie that just wants to give them blankets and food (they were super nice and gave Obi-Wan post-starvation portions but he’s kinda grumpy that Xanatos got more spices than him but he’s less likely to throw it up if they give him a little more flavor) and they’re finally warm and fed and ready to just… give up and let someone else fix this shit.

There are a lot of Sith headcanons out there and idk and idc about most of them, because I don’t really like any Sith AUs, but I like the idea that without the force to compound his anger, Xanatos is just beyond exhausted. He’s depressed and exhausted and can’t stop crying and self hatred and can’t stop thinking about what he’s done but also what Qui-Gon has done to him (and now, to Obi-Wan too) and he’s just done. That drive he had for revenge and power is just gone. He just wants to sleep a million years.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, is sort of still terrified. He’s surrounded by Elders rn and he’s been running for his fucking life from just about everyone he meets for a solid 6 months now, he’s gone through torture and slavery and now that his collar is off again, he can FEEL the love and concern these adults are giving him, but it’s still terrifying.

He clings to Jango (and sort of Myles, who was the one to help remove the collar) because younger (tho still 20-22) and oddly enough, the nice wookie. He still grew up in the creche and him and Xanatos know that Wookies love cubs more than just about anything. So. Jango. Maybe Myles. Def the nice old Wookie who says he’s 1.6k years old. That’s mega old. And he supports the new Mand’alor???? So Jaster must be a good guy if he’s got support from a Wookie who also supported Tarre Viszla too.

By the time Dooku shows up it’s to see his ex-grandpadawan in a depressed slump on a cot (Jaster is swapping between running their forces to find the Death Watch so they can get off this planet and find some mind healers, and taking care of the tired man in his tent trying to become one with the mattress) and his OTHER ex-grandpadawan hiding from everyone except the alor’ade and a nice wookie who’s wrapped him up in blankets and such, lookin half starved and changed into someone’s kid’s overalls.

He is immediately a fuckin mess. His grandbabies went missing and he’s been petitioning the council to bar Qui-Gon from any more students for years and then his OTHER grandbaby goes missing and he finally finds them both lookin like life has used them and abused them and he was right!!! Qui-Gon needs to be barred from anymore kiddos!!!! He’s already ruined at least two!!!

He’s the one who’s finally able to coax Xanatos into a semblance of life again, mainly by creating a force bond with him as soon as Jaster lets him near enough, and Obi-Wan’s crying again because this is just gonna be one more master who leaves him behind for another student and he’ll never be good enough for anyone and Jango is trying to coddle him into calming down so Dooku makes a bond with Obi-Wan too and now Obi-Wan is hiding in Jango’s lap all embarrassed and refusing to come out cause he was crying like a baby over not getting enough attention and Dooku is gonna end up flailing here, he’s got his work cut out for him dealing with these two now. Oh god he’s got some fucking work to do.

Obi-Wan accepts Dooku being his and Xanatos’s stand in master till someone can come to take over their care later. Dooku says he kind of wants to bring in Master Sifo-Dyas for Obi-Wan, considering their gifts are similar enough, but he’s also asking Master Nu to come out with him (which perks Jaster right up cause the woman has blocked every number he’s sent her messages under and he just wants to see the goddamn archives in person plzzzzz) and tbh she might end up being the one to take Obi-Wan on with Sifo-Dyas together because it would be good for them.

Xanatos says he doesn’t wanna be a Jedi Knight so maybe just giving him to the mind healers is best, so now they have mind healers coming out too.

Anyways. Xanatos is depressed and Obi-Wan is a whiny baby who just REALLY wants to get the attention he never gets for once and as soon as Dooku realizes he can give Obi-Wan a bond with Jango and Jaster he’s fuckin gonna cause this kid deserves some attention for once and Obi-Wan is just so sad and self hating but also terrified of adults and he just deserves someone he can count on fully for once. He’s just a little guy. The nice Wookie is gonna be the best ba’vadu ever.

#Mandalorians adopt ferals #star wars #obi wan kenobi #xanatos du crion #jango fett #jaster mereel #master dooku #Obi wan in overalls and crying about wanting a hug is all I want in life #he has so many adults trying to love on him but he just wants a bond to know they’re safe

[tiredassmage]

Okay, I love my shitpost introductions to actually serious thoughts, headcanons, 'verses, what have you, but also... big, pretty post with (some semblance of) context (primarily in one spot instead of scattered in asks). That might be cool.

Okay! So! I made a shitpost about Tyr and his... growing list of aus and other shit I've made him do. So now because there's a lot of lore in my goldfish bowl of a brain about it sometimes and so hopefully anyone who is like, "Dot, what the Fuck are you smoking?" can find some semblance of an answer to that, I have made a slightly less shitpost (maybe...), more written guide to The Bullshit I Am On.

This brought to you by uh... there are several of you that are enablers. You know who you are. Blows you a kiss through the screen.

The rest of you? Welcome to my shitposting. I am only partially sorry. But get comfortable because I'm not about to stop. : D

Imperial Agent, moniker: "Cipher Nine"

The man, the myth, the legend, the og. Tyr Deckard, formerly Cipher Nine of Imperial Intelligence, double agent for the Republic Strategic Information Service answering to code name Legate.

Eventually turns Commander of the Eternal Alliance.

Primarily, if I'm talking about this bad bitch, it's as his og agent self. This is the foundation upon which all of my following nonsense came off of, which is why "ch: tyr" still talks about mostly this bad bitch, and all these other bad bitches that are and aren't him at the exact same time have other weird tags I have banged into existence with, like, a frying pan.

I love him and he needs to retire.

His character page is about this. I promise.

related tags; ch: tyr

Actually he has a pinterest board i haven't been obnoxious about in public yet either. merry crisis!

Smuggler; known alias: "Oliver Daxton"

A companion au as much as a Tyr in the smuggler campaign in general-au. Reimagines Tyr as an ex-Imperial agent that defected out of Imperial Intelligence to the SIS, former Cipher Ten turned SIS Agent Oliver Daxton.

Started as an ask from @captainderyn that I just decided to be a little insane about, I guess.

Joins the titular Smuggler on Hoth as their contact point for the White Maw job and can potentially act as their right-hand. For fic writing purposes, I pair him with one of my other smugglers, Cee, and I primarily discuss Oli in that lens.

If Risha is Cee's right hand woman, Oliver is her left-hand man. In the smoke and dust after Corellia, Oliver and Master Sumalee pull a few strings with the SIS and have him reassigned with the new Voidhound more long-term, to protect the Republic's latest investment in underworld logistics.

In a potential edition of KOTXX events, when Cee goes missing in the wake of Marr's destroyed fleet, Oliver takes over her contact network and assumes her moniker as Voidhound, attempting to run supplies through Eternal Empire blockades initially in tandem with SIS efforts, before the straining relations between the Republic, Sith Empire, and the Eternal Empire of Zakuul break Oliver's overall faith in the Republic's true goals, and he takes the Voidhound's fleet to act independently until he is later contacted by Theron Shan to come home to the Alliance and reunite with Cee.

related tags; vs: king and lionheart [smuggler!tyr]

Oli does not have a pinterest board. Yet. Sorry to set a trend and expectations and then immediately throw a wrench in it.

Bounty Hunter; known alias: "Kyranthe Rayne"

Shared au verse with @hyrohkaah; primarily focused in on the five year gap preceding KOTFE and following. A "Valkorian hot potato" role swap to shared verse events with Tyr & their Jedi Knight, Hyroh Kaah.

Involves a bit of timeline fuckery because timelines are a playground and this is already an au.

The short & sweet; Tyr adopts the alias "Kyranthe Rayne" and becomes a bounty hunter and assassin primarily for-hire following Hyroh's disappearance with Marr's fleet. Struck hard by the loss of a best friend, confidant, and lover, as Ky, he has already cut ties with Sith Intelligence earlier following the events on Ziost and now employs his former skills as a Cipher agent for his benefit first. And also to seek a little vengeance on the corrupt systems and parties that put him through hell as Cipher Nine.

Runs into Mako on the course of one of his hunts and basically adopts her. They are friends and partners now. They, in turn, also eventually adopt a stray former Jedi padawan named Ezekiel (also @hyrohkaah).

Ezekiel and Tyr got that sad, neglected, bonded, do not separate shelter dog rizz together. Eze essentially becomes his daughter. Bc it turns out Eze was also once a Sith Acolyte, so they share Imperial Abandonment Trauma (TM) and probably much to the stress of both of his now-adopted daughters, Tyr will kill people for them without so much as blinking.

In short, a Tyr who very nearly managed to get out and have a life beyond being an agent with Hyroh, lost that in the Wild Space expedition, spent approximately five years beaten down by the galaxy's assumption Hyroh had been killed, and who thus became a bit harder and a lot more stubborn about his boundaries in the aftermath of it all.

Eventually turns covert operative for the Eternal Alliance and is Hyroh's very fiercely protective guard dog of a boyfriend and personal advisor as Hyroh is thrust to become Commander of the Alliance.

relevant tags; vs: my mind is a place i can't escape your ghost [bh!tyr]

woe! pinterest board be upon ye!

Sith Warrior; known alias: "Tyr Kyrane"

I'm blaming this one mostly on @hyrohkaah because this is a take I said I'd never do for Tyr and now look what we're doing.

Full, actual, proper hot potato between Hyroh and Tyr, aka actual role swap where Tyr's the Force-sensitive one and Hyroh is the Imperial Agent. Crunchy Sith and Imperial power dynamics. Just as much devotion in blood. Just as much stupid displays of affection (eventually).

Partially reimagines Tyr's origin, of course, as adopted into the Sith Kyrane family following his parents' reported deaths (I'll neither confirm nor deny if this incarnation is still related to Keeper. Let's all suffer with the uncertainty. >:3), but not shown to be Force-sensitive until his early teens.

Thus struggles with alternating pressures of never being good enough for the family because he wasn't Sith, then because he wasn't of their own blood, and then especially because he's not of their blood, so any failures will be his own weakness, but could absolutely disgrace the house. Rigorous dance training eventually translates into dual training in dance and the demand to master the art of wielding a dual-bladed saber.

Connections with Overseer Tremel through the family bring him to Korriban slightly ahead of schedule, but Tremel takes over his training personally and paces it... far more evenly than his family. So you can imagine what Baras's later request for him to strike against the one man who perhaps gave half a damn about his well-being is like.

But, long story short, will attempt to use his eventual position as Wrath to curb some of the Dark Council's infighting and will take a particular interest in the remains of the Empire's Intelligence operations, thus adopted former Cipher Nine Hyroh Kaah as a personal agent in weeding out the remaining security risks of Baras's network of intelligence assets and informants.

Power couple shit, to be honest.

The babies of the aus because Joel and I had to make me bargain with myself to fucking finish his bounty hunter playthrough first and also maybe my Consular I've been neglecting on Satele Shan for fucking months, good god someone stop me.

relevant tags; vs: no stranger would it be [sith!tyr]

and bc i'm insane, perceive my madness about them: pinterest

Republic Trooper, Commanding Officer - Havoc Squad

An edition of Tyr that grew up in Republic space under the care of his single mother. They bounced around a fair bit between her work, sometimes moving planets entirely.

In his mid-teens, Tyr picked up work at a mechanic's shop - the latest in a series of odd jobs to help his mother make ends meet. As a side to that, he also got into racing swoopbikes. And accidentally ended up sort of in the middle of an SIS op that ultimately concluded in a staged accident in one of his races when he was sixteen. Tyr still has the scars on his chin and left shoulder.

Officially recruited into the Republic Strategic Information Service at 18, when he promptly moved out. His relationship with his mother had always been a bit strained and a touch distanced, so Tyr rarely saw much of her after the move. He did, however, continue to send her parts of his paychecks back to help her stay above board.

Ends up in SpecForce as an SIS plant with the goal of investigating rumored SpecForce unrest, desertions, and other unusual activity. Was never meant to stay assigned to Havoc Squad, but then... the whole squad turned to the Imps in front of him and... the rest is kinda history.

Has a tight, but somewhat up and down relationship with fellow Havoc recruit turned pilot in Hyroh. In short, Tyr isn't always the greatest fit as Havoc's CO, nor do him and Hyroh always see eye to eye based on differences in experiences with Republic loyalty.

Ultimately, however, Hyroh, Aric Jorgan, Elara Dorne, and Tyr are pretty ride or die. Despite the rocky lows and through the highs, they are consistently the people left around, the ones looking after each other. Tyr learns a lot about what he values and what truly matters: the people right beside you.

relevant tags: vs: kiss with a fist / self-control in locker room showers [trooper!tyr]

also has an edition where I made him suffer as the Outlander in KOTXX, which. exacerbates his issues developed as a Republic soldier in the thick of the war. that gets its own tag: vs: all their words for glory / they all sound so empty [outlander trooper!tyr]

pinterest!

#dot talk #ch: tyr #vs: king and lionheart [smuggler!tyr] #vs: my mind is a place i can't escape your ghost [bh!tyr] #vs: no stranger would it be [sith!tyr] #dare i tag this... #across the tyrverse #??? i think i do

[arc-misadventures]

Arc-swapped/Jeanne AU:

How does Jeanne confront the people from her original world about how they treated Jaune? Or does she even remember to?

Her Return

Nora: Jeanne!!!

Jeanne: Hi, Nora! I’m ba… Ooph?!

Nora: Jeanne! You’re back!

Jeanne: Y-Yes I am, Nora. Please let go, I can’t breath.

Nora: Oh! Sorry…

Jeanne: It’s okay.

Rin: Hey, Jeanne, welcome back.

Jeanne: Rin! Mmmm~! It’s so good to see you!

Rin: You too.

Nora: Where were you, where did you go! Did you go to his world when he came to ours?! Were there gender swapped versions of us there too?!

Jeanne: Actually yes I did, and there was.

Nora: Oh, who got swapped!

Jeanne: Team RWBY, and Pyrros were all girls, and Rin was a guy!

Rin: I was?

Nora: Was he hot?!

Rin: Nora?!

Jeanne: He was pretty attractive.

Rin: He was…?

Nora: I knew it. What about me, was I some really handsome buff guy?!

Jeanne: No you were still a girl

Nora: Good… the multiverse is working properly

Jeanne: …?

Ren: Okay…?

Jeanne: Uhh… So anyway, I heard you were giving male me some looks, eh, Rin~? Like what you saw~?

Rin: N-N-No!

Nora: You’d totally hop him if you could!

Rin: Guys!

Jeanne: So what was it like to have him here?

Nora: Weird. As soon as he saw me, he was acting all normal, took him a while to realize I was looking at him weird, since he was a guy, and all. He didn’t understand why I was starting to freak out until, Rin appeared.

Rin: Then, he started to freak out when he saw me. He was used to, Nora being, Nora. But, a female… Ren was it?

Jeanne: Yes, your counterpart is named, Ren.

Rin: Yeah, he freaked out. He was not expecting me.

Nora: Then, Rin started to freak out when, male Jeanne called her pretty~!

Rin: Nora!

Jeanne: You are pretty.

Rin: I am?

Nora: And, before I could ask him why he thought that, Pyrros happened…

Jeanne: Ahh, Pyrros, where is he anyway?

Rin: He should be back any minute now. He said he was going to do some training.

Jeanne: Good, I need to have some words with him…

RN: …

Nora: He done fucked up…

Rin: Big time…

Jeanne: What? I just want to talk with my partner, That’s all~!

Rin: Then stop smiling like that.

Nora: It’s creepy.

Jeanne: Oh… That’s useful to know.

(Click)

Pyrros: Hey, guys I’m…?! Jeanne you’re ba-ack?!

(SLAP!)

(Thud!)

Nora: Ohh~! Straight to the floor!

Rin: That’s gotta hurt.

Pyrros: Ow?! What was that for?!

Jeanne: For being a complete asshole!

Rin: Oh no…

Nora: The angel is swearing?!

Rin: Nice knowing you, Pyrros…

Pyrros: What did I do?!

Jeanne: You hurt, Jaune! Which means you hurt me!

Pyrros: Jim? That boy that took your spot?

Jeanne: His name is, Jaune! And, yes he took my spot, while I took his. And, I got to learn some really interesting things about the people I consider friends!

Pyrros: W-What did you learn?

Jeanne: That the first thing you did when you saw him was to throw him against the wall with your semblance, then you threatened to gut him if you didn’t explain where I was! And, none of you even let him explain why he was here!

Pyrros: W-What?! I didn’t do that.

Jeanne: There is literally crater in the wall where you threw him!

Pyrros: Oh, yeah… I forgot to fix that…

Jeanne: So you did do that?

Pyrros: Yes… Yes I did…

Jeanne: So, not only did you lie to me, you threw him against the wall before he even had a chance to explain why happened to him. Why?

Pyrros: I thought he kidnapped you…

Jeanne: So first thing you did was slam him to the wall?

Pyrros: Well, I thought…? Haaa… I’m…?!

Jeanne: Don’t bother apologizing. I’m not the one you should be sorry too.

Rin: Oh, Jeanne is angry…

Nora: Team RWBY’s going to get it…

Rin: It was nice knowing them…

Jeanne: Where are they by the way?

NR: Their room.

Jeanne: Thank you~!

Nora: Demon smile…

Pyrros: Since when could she smile like that?!

Rin: Since you made her angry…

~~~

(Knock knock)

Ruben: Ye… Jeanne!

Blake: Our angel is back?!

William: Jeanne!

Yin: Hi beautiful, miss me~?

Jeanne: Hi guys~!

(Slap!)

Rubun: Grk?!

(Slap!)

Blake: OWW?!

(Slap!)

William: Why?!

(Thwack!)

Yin: Ooph?!?!

(Thud!)

Yin: Okay… you’ve got a mean right hook there, Jeanne… But, why?!

Jeanne: That was for tying up, Jaune, throwing him against the wall with your semblance, pointing your gun at him, and sucker punching him in the gut…

Yin: You know about that?!

Jeanne: Yes, Jaune told me…

William: You met that thing?!

Jeanne: Thing?! Did you seriously call him a thing?!

William: Uhh…

Jeanne: Good gods… You’re better than this, William!

William: …

Jeanne: And, why did you point a gun at him, Ruben?

Ruben: I thought he was an alien who took over your body, but got the gender wrong…

Jeanne: …

WBY: …

Jeanne: I’m… I’m not even going to respond to that…

William: Smart move.

Jeanne: And, as for you…

Yin: H-Hi, Angel… H-How’s it going…?

Jeanne: Let me guess; Jaune couldn’t answer your question because he didn’t know what the was, so you lost your cool, so you punched him in the gut?

Yin: Yes…

Jeanne: Haa… I’m going to talk to the teachers to see why they threw, Jaune in a cell. As for you lot, I’m so disappointed in you, you should be better than this!

Ruben: Disappointed? That doesn’t sound so bad.

Nora: That’s Mom for mad.

Ruben: Oh…

Blake: We screwed up didn’t we?

William: You think?

Ruben: We did, but not as big as, Yin did.

Yin: Ya… I fucked up…

Pyrros: We all did…

Nora: We didn’t!

Rin: I would have liked to get to know him, he seemed like a really nice guy, but then you lot showed up.

Nora: So yeah, you fucked up.

RWBYP: …

Ruben: Shit…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #lie ren

[bridgyrose]

I just had a unique prompt idea that I want to suggest to you before I forget:

Team RWBY are NATO soldiers in a mundane Earth AU... until one day, they inexplicably unlocks their canon Semblances.

(I apologize now for inaccuracies, this kind of stuff isnt my forte.)

“Give me some cover!” Ruby yelled out as she took a few potshots from behind a wall. “I’m going to get pinned!” 

Weiss frowned and took a few shots at the enemy soldiers, her hands shaking. “I’m doing the best that I can! You’re not making it any easier!” 

“Quit yelling at each other and focus on the enemy!” Yang called out as she started to set a few charges at the base of a wall. “Give me about another three minutes to get this wall down and we can get out of here!” 

Weiss ducked for cover and started to reload her rifle, the bullets slipping from her grip as she tried to refill the magazine. She looked between the two members of her squad, still questioning how they got into this mess in the first place. It was already an unorthodox pairing between her and Ruby since most squads consisted of soldiers from the same country. Even more unusual was their mission: to gather intel and documents from a contact deep within enemy territory. And after a series of missteps and betrayal, everything had started to fall apart. 

“Weiss? You okay?” 

Weiss looked up at Yang and nodded. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” 

Yang sighed and started to pick up a few of the unused bullets Weiss dropped. “I almost have us out of here. Blake will be here any minute and then we can get back to base and let them know what we found out.” 

“And what exactly did we find out, Yang? That the Soviets are pushing borders again? That they have some sort of super soldier program that actually works? How are we supposed to explain that we watched someone take bullet after bullet and didnt flinch?!” 

“I… I dont know, but we’ll figure something out.” 

“Right…” Weiss took a deep breath and steadied herself. Once the magazine of her rifle was swapped out, she stood up and took aim, firing another few shots at the enemy. She froze as she watched one ready a rocket and aimed at them. “Yang! We need to get out of here! Now!” 

“Just one more minute!” Yang called out as she finished setting the charges and readied them for detonation. Her fingers slipped as she set up the detonation switch, dropping it. “Shit!” 

Weiss took a few shots to try to keep the enemy off them as Ruby tried to make her way back to Yang. Once again she froze as she watched Ruby get shot in the shoulder, her hands shaking as her rifle dropped from her hands. Then, her eyes went to the rocket that was launched at them, all instincts leaving her as she rushed over to Ruby and held her close, closing her eys and waiting for whatever would come next. 

The sound of an explosion rang through the air, her ears ringing with a high pitched whine as she tightened her grip around Ruby. She opened her eyes, expecting to see the afterlife, but instead saw a large white glyph sitting in front of her and the blast marks from the rocket around them. With no time to think, Weiss picked Ruby up and started to run towards Yang. “We need out of here! Now!” 

Yang finally picked up the detonation switch and tripped it, growling when it didnt go off. Her eyes turned red and her hair lit up in a spark of fire as she punched the wall in anger, pausing when she didnt feel any pain as the wall crumbled around where she punched. 

Weiss stopped in her tracks and looked between the wall and Yang before running again and making her way through the new opening. “We’ll figure this out later! But right now we need to go!” 

“R-right,” Yang said as she followed after, still a little in shock from everything that had happened. 

Weiss sat Ruby down and started to patch up her shoulder, pausing as she watched her body start to glow. “Ruby? Are you feeling okay?” 

“I… I think so…” Ruby sat up and watched her body shimmer and the bullet hole in her shoulder start to heal, the pain going away. “What happened to us?” 

“I… I dont know.” Weiss sighed and picked up her rifle once more. “We’ll figure this out once we get on base.” 

“I… I think I can get us there.” 

“Ruby, you were just shot-” Weiss was cut off as she felt Ruby grab her arm and felt the wind rush around her as she was pulled in a flurry of rose petals along with Yang. Once they had stopped a couple miles away, she took a few steps as the world spun around her and she tried to catch her balance while her legs wobbled. “This… this is going to take some time to get used to.”

#rwby #drabbles #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #nato au