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RWBY TG Anthology - 3 - When It Falls
-THREE MONTHS EARLIER-
Maybe… Maybe it wasn’t worth it after all…
Derrick’s hands were in his face, his eyes shut tight. It could be a dream. Yeah, that was it. A dream. There was no way one man could lose so much in one day… was there?
“Sir?”
Derrick slowly looked up, his amber eyes meeting the blonde boy’s lilac ones.
“Yes?”
“Would you like something to drink? We have quite the menu, we have-”
“A bottle of your most expensive whisky.”
The waiter paused, then nodded. “Right away.”
Derrick sighed as the young employee turned his back toward the kitchen. He thought back to being that young, when he had just started working through the ranks.
Back in those days, everything had been alright. Landing a job at the prestigious Rhodopis Corporation at the young age of 22 had truly been an honor; and for the next decade and a half, Derrick would climb his way up the ladder until he was at the very,
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RWBY TG Anthology - 2 - I Burn
Jingle, jingle.
The door to the shop opened on that rainy morning, and Jasmine heard the downpour for a few seconds before it was muffled out again by the closed entrance. She looked up from her book, half-expecting to see a certain Ruby Rose lookalike come barging in, but it wasn’t. It was a woman with long black hair and a purple hoodie. Her hair was soaked, but Jasmine wasn’t thinking about that. The first thing she noticed were the eyes. Those angry, livid eyes.
The woman stalked up to Jasmine, and Jasmine began her friendly welcome. “Hi, thanks for stopping by Heroes & Tailors, how can-”
But Jasmine was cut off by the black-haired woman grabbing her by the collar. “What the hell did you do?!”
“Pardon?”
“My friend, Robin woke up… different, all because of you!” The woman was on the verge of screaming. “Do you have any idea what he’s going through?”
Jasmine sighed. “I see. You’re a fr
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RWBY TG Anthology - 1 - Red Like Roses
The scythe was absolutely beautiful.
Robin stood in disbelief outside the of the storefront window, looking at the brilliant craftsmanship. It was of a red and black color scheme, with a curved blade protruding from the top. Not only that, but the staff part of the weapon seemed to be some sort of long gun; a sniper rifle, perhaps? Whatever it was, Robin loved it, noting that it must have been about 7 feet long, at least.
The store Robin had stumbled upon, Heroes & Tailors, was most definitely a cosplay shop. He could tell, not only by the name, but also the goodies that seemed to be neatly placed in the window for all who passed by to see. Along with the scythe was an incredibly well-crafted Wolverine costume along with very sleek-looking claws that seemed to brag the ability to retract into a glove, a Legolas outfit that almost seemed like it had jumped out a Lord of the Rings DVD and into the real world, and a valuable-looking set of fake twin pistols that looked as if they belonged
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TG Short Story: The 'Perfect' Life
    Cameron was a pretty average boy. He played soccer, watched anime, and got decent grades in school. He lived in a suburb with his parents and big sister, and even had a nice group of friends. On the surface, Cameron seemed to almost have a perfect life.
    Well… that changed.
NOVEMBER 17th, 2013
                “Cameron! What the hell are you doing?!”
                Cameron jumped. He hadn’t heard his big sister open the door.
                “S-s-sis!” he shouted, surprised.
                The young boy had been wearing one of his sister’s shirts and a bra. He seemed to have been checking himself out in
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TG Short Story: The Wrong Spell
Michael and Nate didn’t always get along. Sure, they were friends; but friends fight, and sometimes those fights go on for a long time.
                Mikasa saw this happen a lot. She was best friends with the duo, and all three of them had known each other since the second grade.
    She knew that Michael was a hot head. He enjoyed arguing, and hated losing. He also worked out and was on the football team, a true jock. But, he never left Miki and Nate behind, even though he was a ‘popular kid’. The two of them were nerdier than he was, but he felt almost compelled to use his superior strength to protect them from the bullies that roamed the halls of their high school.
                And Nate was a sweet boy. He may not have been strong, but he was kind and intelligent. Which was odd, because he fa
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So... I've been sitting here, waiting for my profile picture to update on everything except my 'deviantID' widget... And now it's been 4 days. Does anyone know how to fix this? Or am I in eternal avatar limbo right now?

Edit: Fixed it! I am a complete idiot :D   
I changed my profile picture because... Well, it was time for a change. And Jolyne is the greatest fictional character of all time. There's that, too :D
Welp.

The title says it all.

I literally don't have even an inkling of an idea of where the The Forest City Saga is even going next. In fact, I shouldn't even call it that yet; it's just RWBY characters so far.

So, here's the thing; I feel like it's finally time to introduce a character from a franchise that isn't RWBY, in the first spin-off story. The problem is, I have no clue what franchise to pick from, let alone what character. I have ideas, like throwing in a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure character, maybe a Persona character, even a Bleach character? (Maybe?) But I really don't know.

I go back and forth on this; and essentially, it all comes down to what characters people want to see the most. So I leave it to you, the readers:

What character do you want to live in Forest City? Just about every character is valid, with the exception of a handful of characters. At the same time, I'm going to put 50 or so possible characters that could work into Random Thing Picker, and just roll with whatever character pops up.

So I think this is basically going to be how this works; the characters will be chosen either by A. the readership or B. a random generator, because I am extremely indecisive.

And also, I know that I can continue the RWBY series (and I definitely will), but I feel like this interlude is needed to rejuvenate my writer senses before I tackle Blake, who will be next, I think.

So that about wraps all this stuff up. Let's write this thing together!

-TheErzaComplex 
-THREE MONTHS EARLIER-


Maybe… Maybe it wasn’t worth it after all…

Derrick’s hands were in his face, his eyes shut tight. It could be a dream. Yeah, that was it. A dream. There was no way one man could lose so much in one day… was there?

“Sir?”

Derrick slowly looked up, his amber eyes meeting the blonde boy’s lilac ones.

“Yes?”

“Would you like something to drink? We have quite the menu, we have-”

“A bottle of your most expensive whisky.”

The waiter paused, then nodded. “Right away.”

Derrick sighed as the young employee turned his back toward the kitchen. He thought back to being that young, when he had just started working through the ranks.

Back in those days, everything had been alright. Landing a job at the prestigious Rhodopis Corporation at the young age of 22 had truly been an honor; and for the next decade and a half, Derrick would climb his way up the ladder until he was at the very, very top, sitting at the Board of Directors, and earning more money in a month than he thought he’d ever had in his life.

Then it happened.

That scumbag, Henry Fullerton, had gotten the better of him. As soon as he had turned his back, as soon as he had trusted him… He had bought all of his shares of the company. And with it, Henry had bought Derrick’s entire reason to live. It didn’t matter to Derrick that he was in possession of more than enough money to make the entire rest of his life easy. In fact, this ‘early retirement’ was a great insult to him.

Derrick Strabo wanted nothing to do with money or fame; what he desired above all else was power. It was why he had run for school president in his teen years; why he had gotten a management job at Rhodopis to begin with. The thrill of climbing the ranks, of being above others, it was almost like a high. But now, everything he had built up for the past 16 years had been stolen from his hands.

But he still had one thing: money. And if he clung to that, he must still have power… As a great man once said, money was power… right?

Derrick grasped his short black hair in anger, muttering under his breath. “Then… then why does this power feel so empty?”

“Uh, sir, your drink?”

The waiter, carrying a bottle of something that appeared to be French, was back, and looked as if he was worried about his customer. Not only that, but looking around, Derrick could see a few of the other patrons whispering and staring. He stood, and pulled out his wallet.

“Give me the bottle.”

“Excuse me?”

“The bottle. I’ll pay for it right now.” He took out a wad of cash. “This should cover it, keep the change.”

Derrick palmed him the money and swiped the bottle from his hand, leaving the waiter dumbfounded as he left the restaurant and returned to the cool, darkened street.

The crisp November wind hit his face like tiny icicles, forcing him to open his bottle and take a swig of the expensive liquid after walking a few blocks and making it to Birch Park. It slid down his throat and warmed his belly, causing an uplifting feeling course itself through his body.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Strabo?”

Derrick swiveled around, caught off-guard by the the sudden recognition. It was an old man who had spoken, at least 80 years of age. His dry, shriveled skin, large, hairy eyebrows and bow-legged stance made the feeling of warmth his vice had given him warp and churn into disgust. His outfit seemed ripped straight from the 1940’s, complete with a tacky green suit and bowler hat. He had his entire weight on wooden cane that seemed far too skinny to be propping up his body weight.

“What the hell do you want with me?” Derrick stated cockily, ever-so-slightly drunk. “Don’t think just because I lost everything means I’ll associate with common folk like you. You wouldn’t understand it, anyway. This.. this empty feeling.”

The old man simply smiled. “Oh, young man, I understand completely. You’ve lost purpose. The power hungry, such as yourself, often do.” He began to walk towards the bench adjacent to where Derrick was standing, and sat himself down. “Imagine; that perhaps, you succeed in your endeavors. That today never happened, that you re-obtain your position at Rhodopis, and continue climbing through the ranks.”

Derrick wanted to interject and ask the strange old man how in the hell he knew all this, but something held his tongue. There was something mystical about him; an almost alien quality that was truly captivating and made Derrick show respect, which did not come easy for him.

“The problem is, people like you don’t see the end,” the old man continued. “You rise up, take control, but for what?” He dug a hand in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, using a lighter to give himself a fix. Derrick was surprised that the old geezer was alive at his age with a habit light that. “You see the immediate future, not the long-term effects. That’s your problem.”

The old man leaned backwards, propping his cane up on the bench and taking a long, hefty inhale of his chemical addiction, and began speaking once again. “Wouldn’t it be nice if you thought… oh, I don’t know... A little bigger?”

For all the things Derrick was, he had never been so taken in by a stranger in his life. Perhaps it was because he had just been through a massive loss and was susceptible to verbal witchcraft, but Derrick only wanted to understand this old man. He could almost feel that he could give him what he had been looking for his entire life. So, without hesitation, Derrick took a seat next his new found solace.

“What do you mean by ‘bigger’?

The old man grinned. It was a creepy and disconcerting look that caught Derrick off-guard. It was like someone had taken the Cheshire Cat’s grin from ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and pasted onto the elderly man’s face, it seemed to not hold a place in this universe- no, this reality. This single smile seemed to bend the rules of physics to its whim, confirming to Derrick that this was not just an ordinary, rambling old man.

“Why, I mean this city.”

“What about it?”

“Let’s take it.”

Derrick narrowed his eyes. Take the city? That was insane. He couldn’t do that.

“I know your thoughts. I hear them. You think I’m crazy.”

“You’re dangerous, aren’t you?” As Derrick spoke those words, he wasn’t sure why he was saying them .They seemed to almost tumble out without much thought, as it was more of an obvious statement at this point. But he also didn’t move. Even though he knew by now that this old man was, perhaps, not even an old man at all, Derrick wasn’t trying to flee. He wasn’t even scared.

“You’re still here.”

“That I am.”

“You want to hear more, don’t you?”

Derrick didn’t respond.

The old man chuckled. “Very well. I know men like you aren’t interested in long-winded explanations, so I’ll make this brief. I can give you power. No, not the kind that you’re used to; REAL power. A power you have been linked to since birth; a cross-dimensional power, if you will. Armed with that, you’ll be like a god among the other humans, they won’t even be able to touch you. Not with their primitive weaponry, anyway.” The old man seemed to almost scoff as he said this. “You, my child, will rise above them all. Cold, calculating, lacking the remorse fit of a true leader.”

Derrick wanted to laugh at all of this, but his tone was serious. And there was something about his eyes…

Derrick shook it off. He wanted to do as this man said, but… to lack remorse? Even he, in his obsessive quest for power, felt comradery in his fellow man. Be it sadness or victory, he could empathize with people, he wasn’t a heartless monster.

The old man simply grinned again, flicking the lighter on. “Oh… but you will be.”

Suddenly, Derrick was surprised as the lighter’s flame grew bigger and hotter, aimed directly at him. Finally, Derrick was free of the old man’s spell, able to see how crazy it was of him to trust so easily… But as the flames engulfed him, he felt at peace. He wasn’t dying, rather, it was almost as if he was being reborn.

The flames seemed to shape him anew, his body changing. He was becoming smaller, daintier, but somehow he felt more powerful. It wasn’t long until he realized that the fat traveling to his chest and the strange tingling in his groin signified his entrance into womanhood, but he almost didn’t mind. It felt natural.

A black tattoo appeared on his back and a red dress formed around him, replacing his previous suit and coat. His hair even grew out, hovering in the flaming vortex.

Then, just like that, it was over. Derrick stood, gasping for air.

“Open your palm and concentrate on fire,” the old man commanded. Strangely enough, Derrick felt inclined to do as he was told, and when he did, he gasped. A small, golden ember shivered above his hand, dancing in the moonlight. And it was at that moment Derrick felt overwhelming power.

He threw his head back in laughter, a woman’s sultry voice now replacing his own. Every inkling of empathy, of resentment, of humanity, had been done away with in that vortex. The old man knew that, giddily getting to his feet to take control of his new toy.

“Kneel,” he commanded as he stepped in front of him.

Derrick felt a wave of obedience come over him as he did so, bowing with his utmost respect for the man. “Master, thank you for this gift, I-”

WHACK!

The old man’s arm seemed to have grown several pounds of muscle as he punched Derrick’s head into the pavement. Fear seemed to etch its way into the new woman’s features.

Grabbing Derrick’s hair, the old man angrily stared into his face. “Now that you work for me, you will obey my every command; and that includes only speaking when spoken to. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, master.”

“Good. Now, get up, Cinder.”

Cinder did as she was told, looking into her master’s face all the while.

“I want you to find a place for you to hide out with room for a few others. With power like yours, it will take some time for you to grow to your full potential. Kill if you like, but be discreet. Do whatever needs to be done to make money. You won’t see me for long periods of time, so do what you wish, just don’t make a scene.”

At that moment, a green portal seemed to open next to the man. He paused before stepping in, and turned to say: “Cinder. This city, this planet can be yours if you’re patient. Don’t do anything rash.”

And with that, he stepped through the portal, and disappeared.

Cinder smiled. She felt so much better now. Gone were those weak human emotions that Derrick had had. Now there was only a power-hungry blood lust that controlled her. The world was her oyster now. No one could stop her.

Who could possibly prevent her reign of terror?


-THREE MONTHS LATER-


“Ruby!”

The week-old female snorted awake from her naptime on the couch.

“There’s someone at the door for you! And how the hell did you figure out how to get someone to personally deliver cookies?!”

“Coming, Maggie!”

She got up, using her semblance to speed to the door, surprising a man holding a blue bag, as Ruby gave him exact change.

Maggie rolled her eyes as she shut the door beside her roommate. “Maybe hide your superhuman abilities, why don’t you?”

But Ruby was distracted, holding a cookie in her mouth. Something had made her stop and look out of her window and onto the jagged skyline of Forest City.

“Ruby? What’s wrong?”

She gulped down the cookie. “I dunno. Something feels… different.”

Maggie shrugged. “Eh, you get feelings like that sometimes, don’t worry about it!”

“Yeah… I hope you’re right.”
RWBY TG Anthology - 3 - When It Falls
So that was intense. Apparently, this is the most times I've ever rewritten a story to try to get it right. With Red Like Roses, it took 3 times. I Burn took 5 times. But this? 8 TIMES. 8. I THINK I'M GOING TO GO INSANE.

Honestly, I'm glad it's done, even if it was fun. And this obviously came out late, because... Well, 8 friggen rewrites :D

So this series is gonna get pretty interesting real soon. We'll probably get some fights coming up, new characters, ect. So yeah, I'm down to clown.

As always, you can make requests for characters in this story or just a random TG, any of that's cool. I just can't promise I'll be able to get to work on it right away.

Thanks for reading!
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So after seeing Batman V Superman Thursday night, I got home feeling pretty under the weather. Not sure why, but I was cold and shaky, so I cuddled with my dog under the sheets and fell asleep pretty quickly.

That morning I decided that I really needed to just spend the day writing the next chapter of the RWBY anthology, so I opened my laptop, booted it up, brewed some coffee, sat down, and.... nothing. No words came to my fingertips. I have a general idea of what direction I want the story to go in, but I can only think of certain 'moments', you know? Like, you think of a cool line someone could say, or a great character moment, but it becomes hard to bridge that space between moments, as you have less interest in those particular parts. And it pains me to say this, but there's one great moment in particular from 'Red Like Roses' I had to completely cut altogether because it just didn't quite fit.

My point here is, I'm struggling with my own special form of writer's block. I call it 'moment block'. Basically, what I do when this happens (and hopefully this can help writers out there with the same issues) is I just skip ahead and write the moment I'm thinking about. I never use it in the final draft, but it helps me gather my thoughts and relax into the tone of the story a little bit. Since the feeling I'm going for in these stories is a 'fun, everything will be okay' kinda tone, it seems appropriate to skip around a bit and then when the final draft comes around, rewrite everything together in one big chapter and take out any slight inconsistencies. And maybe even rewrite it again if I'm still not happy with how it turned out.

'Red Like Roses' was actually one my hardest stories to write, now that I think about it. I spent awhile trying to perfect it, because the first chapter is possibly the most important part of the story; I'd argue that it's even more important than the ending of one. To me, stories are about the journey, not the conclusion, and the first chapter sets the tone and feeling that you're going to get from the story overall. 'I Burn' was a lot easier just because I already had the first chapter to branch off of, and Tyler is just an all-around easier character to write. I'd like him to have him go on his own little side adventure at some point.

But back to the stories I'm writing; chapter 3 should be done by tomorrow at the latest, assuming nothing comes up, and soon after that, the first side-story featuring a non-RWBY character in the same setting will be popping up (and possibly even cause our Ruby and Yang look-a-likes some problems...) and the story will finally take off running, so I'm pretty excited!

Oh, and thank you guys so much for all the support. It makes my heart feel really warm and happy that there are people out there reading and following my silly stories, I will do my best to keep you consistently updated!

-TheErzaComplex

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Hi! I write stuff! Mostly TG's, because gender swapping fascinates me! That isn't all I write, though, but I'm not sure if I will be posting it here or not.

So yeah!
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Welp.

The title says it all.

I literally don't have even an inkling of an idea of where the The Forest City Saga is even going next. In fact, I shouldn't even call it that yet; it's just RWBY characters so far.

So, here's the thing; I feel like it's finally time to introduce a character from a franchise that isn't RWBY, in the first spin-off story. The problem is, I have no clue what franchise to pick from, let alone what character. I have ideas, like throwing in a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure character, maybe a Persona character, even a Bleach character? (Maybe?) But I really don't know.

I go back and forth on this; and essentially, it all comes down to what characters people want to see the most. So I leave it to you, the readers:

What character do you want to live in Forest City? Just about every character is valid, with the exception of a handful of characters. At the same time, I'm going to put 50 or so possible characters that could work into Random Thing Picker, and just roll with whatever character pops up.

So I think this is basically going to be how this works; the characters will be chosen either by A. the readership or B. a random generator, because I am extremely indecisive.

And also, I know that I can continue the RWBY series (and I definitely will), but I feel like this interlude is needed to rejuvenate my writer senses before I tackle Blake, who will be next, I think.

So that about wraps all this stuff up. Let's write this thing together!

-TheErzaComplex 

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Ddayboi Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2016
Hey just curious but are you still continuing the RWBY tgs?
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TheErzaComplex Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry this reply is so late!

Yes, I'm actually continuing in the next few days, though not every TG will be RWBY related.
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TGvocals Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Do you plan to come back yet?
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brad123 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2016
you still exist please still exist
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TheErzaComplex Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
:P
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bernadonner Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2016  Student Writer
Hello?
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TheErzaComplex Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Yo
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bernadonner Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2016  Student Writer
yo
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YumonStudios Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016
Do you do commissions or requests?
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TheErzaComplex Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Sure do! Let me know in a note if you want to request something!
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