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Imagine
Imagine if the awful nonsensical "Two Gods" subplot was never dreamt up (lol) and there were no relic mcguffins, creationist worldbuilding weirdness or magical insta-solutions.
What would that mean for the setting? Well, with that in mind imagine if:
Ozpin had an actual backstory that justified the mistrust some characters have towards him and allowed him to be a flawed and morally ambiguous but well meaning being he is clearly supposed to be. Not just some person with childish toothless "Secret" that gets absolutely hilariously weird over-reaction from characters (while other actually creepy aspects like being an ageless body-snatcher are completely ignored).
Imagine if the likes of Raven were more than a walking filler subplot and had actual motivations and genuine reasons to not just go hand in hand with Ozpin's wishes.
Salem was more than a walking misogynistic trope and had a worldview, beliefs and ideas beyond being just a really bad case of a scorned lover.
Imagine writers having to actually write a sensible set of motivations for Cinder and why she follows Salem or for why Emerald and Mercury follow Cinder.
There was no convenient way to handwave away things like broken moon, state of the world, etc with "magic".
Kingdoms and characters were given actual agency to make worst possible decisions without omnipotent magical items or evil councils being the cause.
Since Kingdoms and people can make absolute worst possible decisions, characters and narrative had to actually deal with and explore issues like bigotry, classism, ableism, etc that the show merely vaguely lampshades nowadays.
Characters could find and choose their paths without being guided by wishy washy magical realms or vague concepts of "destiny" or writer's own blond blue eyed self insert OC telling them what to do and what is right.
World and setting establishment and progression wasn't dictated by using gods/relics/magic as a reason for something being or not being the way it is.
Imagine if characters were allowed to deal with trauma and form actual grounded ideas about the world.
Imagine if your four leads were allowed to grow, make mistakes , improve, heal and search for their place in the world and go on journeys of self-discovery without the story constantly needing to reset them to status quo, reiterate how they are infallible or constantly rant about how nobody should change ever. Or without a writer self insert OC eating up all the screentime.
There would not be entire volumes dedicated to absolutely awful magic/two gods idea.
It is truly curious how story that is supposedly in part about choosing to be better and walking a better path in the wake of tragedy and overcoming past mistakes completely takes away that agency from characters by making magic/relics/gods the cause of literally everything and every bad or morally wrong decision in the story somehow can be traced back to unambiguously evil vague group of walking stereotypes.
Thanks for dreaming up two magical living plot devices I guess...
i love how the only hand animated parts in this scene are the eyes.... and yet i spent 4 hours compositing everything else together bc i decided i needed 14 LAYERS of various effects
Reincarnation Apple [RWBY Animation]
I absolutely LOVE this song and when I heard the absolute banger english cover by Senna Fox I knew I wanted to animate smth Ozcarnation related for it! So here ya go :)
Cover used | Original song
aight hoes i did a flat color version with ya boi ozma (i like my ozpin version better lmao)
It is more likely for him to be a more distant descendant, actually.
RWBY SPOILERS (V6)
Hm…
Hmmmmm….
HMMMMMM
HMMMMMM!
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
Blonde/Blond (Human-Salem)
Blue eyes (Human-Salem)
Similar Haircut (Knight-Ozpin)
Knight Theme (Knight-Ozpin)
Similar symbol association (Human-Salem)
Similar eye + face shape (Knight-Ozpin)
Light Color Scheme (Human-Salem)
Is stated to be from a long line of warriors, going back to at least the war (Knight-Ozpin, likely to have been around during that time)
This is sort of a continuation of @destincrowno @yang-ciao-long posts regarding Jaune possibly being related to Salem.
Ozpin fucked Salem and didn’t pay child support after. That’s why she wants to destroy all life.
Jaune as Salem and Ozma’s descendant is believable.
RWBY Vol 6 Spoilers (Jaune Meta revised)
So uh… my most recent Jaune meta kind of exploded like Vol 1 Ruby Rose, to the point where several people contributed to it and made what I was initially using as a goofy crack theory into something that was far more plausible than originally intended on my part. So now I’m going to lump everyone’s contributions to this theory together so that it’s easier to read.
The theory itself started with some posts made by @yang-ciao-long and @destincrowno
The former pointed out that Human-Salem and Jaune share a similar appearance. (Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes). The latter pointed out that the symbol on her banners looked… oddly familiar. Like a reversed version of Jaune’s symbol. Both clearly implying that Jaune and Salem may be distant relatives.
To one of their posts (I honestly can’t remember which) I pointed out that either Miles, Monty or Kerry once commented that the symbol on Jaune’s shield wasn’t actually his family symbol. At the time, they joked that the true Arc symbol was on his hoodie. This was a case of CWBY’s love for trolling, as we’d later find out in Vol 4 that his hoodie was obtained through box tops. However, now that we’ve seen those banners I can’t help but wonder if there was some honesty there. If the “not actually the Arc symbol” meant “not the COMPLETED Arc symbol.”
Then I made my post, because I found the theory interesting, and pointed out that Jaune also looked a lot like Knight-Ozpin. He and Knight-Oz have the same overall facial structure and eye shape, as well as a similar haircut and knight motif. If my guestimation is correct, then Knight-Oz would have been around during the Great War, like Jaune’s great great grandfather was. Meanwhile, he also has several traits that make him similar to Human-Salem. Aside from the blonde/blond hair, blue eyes, and symbols, he and she also have a similar color motif. While not the same colors, both have lightly shaded colors. (White, greys, and blues vs white and gold).
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Ruby: I feel we as a collective of people do not acknowledge how great Penny is nearly as much as we should so i would like everyone to just sign this sworn affidavit agreeing that Penny is positively Divine!
Weiss: For the last time Ruby you can’t give your wife a cult for your anniversary! I mean where did you even get an idea like this?
(Oz: Whistling innocently in the background.)
I finished my old fanfic ( or at least I’m done with it) and I really want to write one about Ozpin from RWBY but everyone who fallows me probably will not vibe with it.
Should I just write a ozpin fic anyway ?
( I did it )
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25036462
“You have been in a constant cycle with Porffeser Ozpin since you two met, flirting, heartbreak, distance, missing one another, flirting. Threw all of the hardships you two have through lived together you have been pinning after each other, but he always stopped the relationship before it got too far. You have had enough, it’s time Oz tells you what this relationship really means to him. Little do you know how long he was been holding back the very words you year to hear.”
Yo, I made a new fanfic, it’s for a very different fandom but I hope anyone who wants to read it likes it! I think it’s pretty good.
Also my tagged stopped working so let’s see if this fixes it !
“Who will you see there in the darkness, when no one is watching? Who will you be?”~
The Ozpin banner is complete!~
How Oscar manages to get Ozpin back
Oscar, standing in front of a mirror: Desparate times calls for desparate measures.
Oscar: (lights cigarette)
Ozpin and the rest of the Ozma Collective: OSCAR NO!
Bayonetta!Salem AU
Ozpin stares in pure incredulity at the display before him. He wasn’t sure of what to make of it. It was certainly something to be sure.
The woman, a woman that once belonged to Ozma and otherwise until things soured so brutally, literally danced on the battlefield of grimm. Her hips gyrated, her legs shooting out with bullets and her hair literally whipping enemies, left, right and centre.
There was something anti-climatic in how this woman, this terror that kept him up at night and haunted his mind, behave in a manner so flamboyant ridiculous. And all with a joyous smile on her face as shots rang out from her hands and feet.
Oscar hadn’t quite believed it when he heard the reports from Leo. Of a woman wandering the tiers of Mistral brandishing the name of Salem and attracting all sorts of trouble. But the detail of the woman surviving a shot to the head point blank caught his attention and, well, Ozpin had been meaning to visit the city for some time.
The woman--Salem, Ozpin is sure, he knows that magic anywhere--throws her hands up, the weaves of her dark skin-tight unravelling to form a gigantic demonic fist, leaving her exposed for all to see. With a triumphant cry, she took out the final grimm, a gargantuan beringel, with one blow of the fist, the creature dissolving into dust on impact.
Salem’s bodysuit reforms, the woman flipping her impossibly long hair. She took last look at the battlefield around her, lips curling with satisfaction. No more creatures plagued the little, ramshackle neighbourhood hanging on the fringes of Mistral’s capital on its lowest plate. But the smile drops when she sees the smashed in houses, the debris lying on the ground, the damage.
The monster Ozma’s love had turned into would never do that. She would see it as a necessary sacrifice, a casualty of war.
Salem sees him, blue eyes, not red, connecting with his. Ozpin freezes in place, the grip around his cane tightening. She walks to him, hips swaying, one sharp heel in front of the other. It became harder to breathe the closer she neared. Details became more noticeable with her approach. Her hair was flaxen blonde, not white; blue lined her black catsuit, not red; and there was no malice or callous superiority in her gaze, only wary curiosity.
It wasn’t her.
It wasn’t the witch.
“My, my,” Salem says loftily, bending over to take a closer look, hands on her hips. “You’re quite the puzzle, aren’t you? Except all your jjig-saw pieces are auras. Curious. I’ve never seen something like this before.”
Air fills Ozpin’s lung in stilted halts. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t go around, solving them.” She didn’t recognise him. She didn’t recognise him.
“Very well.” Salem stands upright. “You’re looking rather pale there. Would a cup of tea ease your poor nerves?”
“No, no.” Ozpin hates how shaky his words come out. “I’m just--You’ll have to forgive me. I’m at a loss for words here.”
“Don’t worry. It’s common that I render men speechless.”
And Ozpin laughs. It’s a wretched laugh, one filled with hysteria and desperation, that has him bending over, clinging to his cane for support. This woman, this witch, this demon, all of that dread and anxiety and pain and, oh gods, all those lives lost because of her--what for?
For this moment?
For this woman to be talking to him with hair for a weapon and guns attached to every limb all wrapped up in a skintight suit that left nothing to the imagination to ruin all of that? All his plans, all his fear, all his--
“Here, sit down, dear,” Salem says, placing gentle hands on him and easing him down to a piece of debris that functioned as his temporary chair. She kneels, meeting him eye-level. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Sorry, I just ...” Ozpin trails off, weaving his hand through his ashen hair.
“I’ll go fetch you some water. Surely, there should be a convenience store that got ruined in all this mess. Wait here, okay?”
Ozpin watches her leave, though. He could see what Ozma saw long ago. Compassion, a certain joie de vivre and paired with an air of confidence that drew you in like a moth to a flame.
Ozpin wanders how long it will take until the side that made Ozma curl in fear and terror shows its ugly head.
“What will always get you laid?”
