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Apparently my true superpower is Inventing Banger Prompts and Giving Rora Ideas.

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I just had a worrying thought about a bit of fridge logic I had back in RWBY Volume 3. Putting my theory under the cut just to be safe.

So, back when I was grieving for Penny and Pyrrha, fresh on the heels of the Volume 3 finale, I realized that the Haven academy had to have provided Beacon with some sort of student register of who was participating in the tournament, or at least one teacher to supervise. Naturally, I wondered how the hell Cinder, Neo, Emerald, and Mercury managed to pass themselves off as students. Cinder sure as hell is older than the students, and I’m betting Neo is too. Merc and Emerald might be school-age, but that’s still pushing it. We know Cinder’s not bad with computers, but all the hacking in the world can’t prevent an observant teacher (or hell, another student) from realizing that hey, I’ve never seen these kids before; have you, Bob?

And Em’s semblance might buy some time, but eventually she’d slip and miss something, or another person would pick up on something going on.

It’s been implied that Dr. Watts had a hand in the destruction of Beacon, and we know he’s in Mistral. What if he’s a staff member of Haven Academy? Maybe in the position Glynda was for Ozpin? He might not be able to get the Relic, but he can probably lead the headmaster around by the nose, or set up something for Cinder so she can blend in for her operation. Or worse, the headmaster is either corrupted by him or working together with Watts, which would make it even easier for them to cover for Cinder’s team.

And if I’m right, I’m betting that’ll be the last second reveal of the Volume 4 finale, like Salem was in Volume 3: a shot of the Haven headmaster turning and addressing Watts like a trusted friend.

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Im really curious about "Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" Anything you would like to share?

Sure! :D

That’s the working title (that will probably become the real title, knowing me) for a one-shot set in @watcheraurora’s Perfection/Saint series, focused on Impulse and Skizz’s past :)

Here. Have a look at the first section.

Skizz wasn’t sure how far he’d gone. His sight still hadn’t returned from his Fall. All he was doing was stumbling, occasionally crawling, across the ground of the Material Plane. Chasing that sense of a great power on the horizon that could maybe give him his vision again.

His toes got caught on something stubbornly unyielding and he crashed back down onto his hands and knees in a mockery of supplication.

A rock? A root? Didn’t matter. His bare feet hurt all the same.

He shifted his hands to try and stand. His fingers touched paving stones — not laid like a road, but like a path.

The power felt like it was coming up from the path. Skizz stumbled back to his feet, and forced himself to ignore the feeling of the sharper edges of the stones digging into his skin as he made his way up the path.

Still blind, still guided by his senses.

His toes hit another raised stone edge and he couldn’t get his balance back fast enough. Flapping his wings just made the nerve endings shriek and made him ‘feel’ how crispy his feathers had become.

His body hit uneven stones and planks and he groaned in complaint at the impact.

There was a sound of a door opening and then closing ahead of him. The sound of boot heels on wooden planks, carefully advancing towards him.

The source of the power he’d been chasing glowed in front of him.

Skizz reached out weakly. “I can’t see,” he rasped, hating how shaky his voice was. “Please …”

Whoever was there, they knelt and muttered something in Common. Skizz felt their fingertips trace a pattern on his forehead, and then pain tore through him, but in comparison to his Fall it didn’t hurt as bad.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and then cautiously opened them.

Shapes began to blur into focus, and he wanted to cry with joy as he regained his vision, letting him see who he had stumbled across the Material Plane to find —

Skizz’s ichor ran cold.

The last time he’d seen that face, the Archdemon had been clad in Infernal Steel armor painted black and gold, wielding a sword with a blade sharp enough to cut the sky. 15 feet tall, with massive leathery wings and a cadre of warriors at his back.

Even shrunken down to be the size of a human, his old nemesis’ face hadn’t changed even over centuries.

His ichor went from freezing to boiling in the space of a heartbeat, the long-dormant hatred flaring up in his heart and mind; all higher thoughts replaced with the primal desire to finally see his enemy broken before him.

Skizz pulled his hand back as a snarl twisted his mouth, calling on the magic innate within him — he was Fallen but still an archangel —

His grasp came up empty, a pitiful sparkler burst of light being the only result instead of the holy fireball he was going for.

His actions did not go unnoticed.

The Archdemon grasped his throat and hoisted him up, and Skizz’s vision swam, from abruptly going from lying horizontal to being vertical. His enemy’s mouth was twisted in a nasty mirror of his own, glowing yellow eyes narrowed at Skizz and sharp canines bared; all the old grudges painted plainly on his face.

Skizz tried to take a swing. If he was about to die to his old enemy, he refused to let himself die without landing a blow first.

The strike connected, but not strong enough to bruise. He doubted the Archdemon even felt it.

The Archdemon tilted his head at his feeble attempt at fighting back.

Darkness welled up in the corners of his vision, and Skizz felt alarm at the idea of losing his sight again — an absurd notion, when he was about to die.

A short sentence chased him into darkness. Blunt and biting.

“I still hate you.”

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Happy December everyone! Here’s a fic @watcheraurora and I have been calling The Silliest One-Shot xD

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healing light twoo 👀👀

Healing Light 2 baby!

(We have a working title that’ll probably become the real title, but it’s kinda spoilery)

For the uninitiated: Healing Light is a spinoff timeline for @watcheraurora’s Even Ice Walls Fall Down universe, written by myself and Aurora. The point of divergence being Tango being raised by his uncle after the death of his parents, instead of being raised by Skizz’s family. Said uncle is the civilian identity of the supervillain Impulse, who trains Tango once Tango’s powers manifest.

HL2 is … shaping up to be much longer than its predecessor xD

Have a snip (from a section I wrote. If Rora wants to add one that she wrote, go for it! <3)

There’s a knock on Tango’s apartment door, and he opens it without checking the peephole. Skizz has the spare key and would just let himself in, and he’s pretty reclusive with the neighbors.

He also knows that his sisters were planning to visit, so he’s got that going for him too.

Gem and Pearl stroll inside the second the door opens, and it doesn’t take his full intellect to know why Pearl’s carrying a bag full of flavored syrup bottles.

“Isn’t it starting to get a bit too cold for snow cones?” he asks as he shuts the door behind them, snapping the lock back into place.

“It’s barely the beginning of September, it’s not that cold!” Pearl refutes, setting the bag down on the counter and starting to unpack the bottles.

“And you’re one to talk about cold, Tangs,” Gem piles on.

“Fiiiiiiine,” he sighs, like making three bowls of shaved ice is a huge burden instead of a five-second process.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63185590/chapters/161827990

Told you today was gonna be fun :) Time for the sequel for Healing Light to begin!

(Thank you again, @watcheraurora, for being the best co-writer!)

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Given the latest AO3 scrape, I’m going to lock my fics to user-only in a day or so. You’ve got until then to get downloads of anything you want to save.

Most of my stuff is collabs with @watcheraurora, who is also locking her works, but if you want to download the solo-written work I’ve done, this is your PSA.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Happy belated birthday, @watcheraurora!