#pro professor ozpin

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Things I call my favorite characters:

James Ironwood: Babygirl, Irondad, Ironclad Irondad, Qrow's number 1 simp, Glynda’s number 1 simp

Glynda Goodwitch: Ironwood's simp, the punisher, Iron wife

Qrow Branwen: Qrowly(Crowley lol), unlucky gay dad, Ironwood's husband

Ozpin: Second favorite dad, sad boi, huggable, budget steampunk

Penny Polendina: The better Ruby, Ironwood's daughter, female Ortho Shroud, Remnant's best DJ

Lucifer Morningstar(Hazbin Hotel): Best dad, ducky, weirdo, fellow shortcake #3

Alastor: Deery, deer-jerky(affectionate), the annoying father(also affectionate)

Idia Shroud: Literally me, best boi, blue haired stick

Ortho Shoud: The favorite child, fellow shortcake #2, blue boi

Malleus Draconia: Dragon boi, Gargoyle nerd, horn boi, favorite dragon

Lilia Vanrouge: Fellow shortcake #1, armrest(affectionate), shorty, pointy

(Fun fact, I am only four inches taller than Lilia)

[sophieinwonderland]

Also on the subject of plural characters in media, there's Ozpin in RWBY who is an endogenic spiritual system.

I was also going to theorize about Klein being some sort of plural, but he's apparently confirmed to have DID, so no point theorizing. 🤷‍♀️

[kaedeships]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

ANTI'S DO NOT INTERACT

(this is your only warning)

fiction is separate from reality, if you do not like my ships, leave me alone. i am a pro-shipper and anti-harassment. i believe in letting people engage in safe coping mechanisms.

let me introduce my f/o's, some i've had since elementary/middle school, and others are more recent ! sharing is fine. i'd love to hear about other's s/i's and interactions with my f/o's. also, some of these characters are aged-up to be my age or a little older (if they are underage in canon).

also i have a /p or /d (dislike) relationship with most of the characters my f/o's are connected to.

• ootori kyouya (ohshc)

• hei (darker than black)

• train heartnet (black cat)

• sam winchester (spn)

• jasper whitlock (twilight)

• viktor (arcane)

• caitlyn (arcane)

• loki laufeyson (mcu)

• alhaitham (genshin impact)

• baizhu (genshin impact)

• kaedehara kazuha (genshin impact)

• zhongli (genshin impact)

• neuvillette (genshin impact)

• dehya (genshin impact)

• astarion (baldur's gate 3)

• halsin (baldur's gate 3)

• shadowheart (baldur's gate 3)

• tsukishima kei (haikyuu)

• oikawa tooru (haikyuu)

• arthur curry (dc)

• sir thomas sharpe (crimson peak)

• fushiguro megumi (jjk)

• kamo noritoshi (jjk)

• miguel o'hara (atsv)

• kylo ren/ben solo (star wars)

• marc spector/jake lockley/steven grant (moon knight)

• sebastian michaelis (black butler)

• todoroki shouto (bnha)

• midoriya izuku (bnha)

• shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

• tomioka giyuu (demon slayer)

• l lawliet (death note)

• death the kid (soul eater)

• franken stein (soul eater)

• yamazaki sousuke (free!)

• tachibana makoto (free!)

• shibuya kazuya (ghost hunt)

• gray fullbuster (fairy tail)

• casshern (casshern sins)

• aonuma shun (shinsekai yori)

• asahina satoru (shinsekai yori)

• lie ren (rwby)

• blake belladonna (rwby)

• professor ozpin (rwby)

• levi ackermann (snk)

• junpei yoshino (jjk)

• hisirdoux casperan (tales of arcadia)

• keith kogane (voltron)

• könig (modern warfare)

• helia (the winx club)

• fred-104 (halo saga)

this list will be updated as i find new f/o's or remember old ones !

[howlingday]

Ruby: Ugh... Where am I?

A light casts over Ozpin as he smules. Around him, screen flash to life around him, featuring videos, scripts, and images of countless content. The man spread his arms wide.

Welcome to the Schnee-Net! Have a look around.

Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found.

Ozpin waves an arm to one side, showcasing an image of a woman slaying a Grimm. With his other arm, an image of the same woman and the same Grimm in an entirely different role.

We've got mountains of content. Some better, some worse.

If none of it's of interest to you, you'd be the first.

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Weiss: What in the world- Ah!

Another light flashes before Weiss, as her father stood before her. A seat tripped her backwards into it. Jacques Schnee lifted an arm to show recent Dust developments, and with the other a photo of very familar toes.

Welcome to the Schnee-Net! Come and take a seat!

Would you like to see the news or any famous women's feet?

Weiss struggled to stand, but found herself stuck. Bound by some invisible restraints, she was trapped. Her father chuckled, waving his hands out to reassure her.

There's no need to panic. This isn't a test.

Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest.

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Jaune: Yang?

Yang: Jaune? What is going-?

The two spun as they were bumped into by two running figures. Professor Port and doctor Oobleck stood across from each other, and tipped their hats to the blondes. The doctor gestured to a Pro-Faunus petition board, while the professor gestured to a Blather post about "human scum."

Welcome to the Schnee-Net! What would you prefer?

Would you like to fight for equal rights, or bleat a racial slur?

The two danced in a circle as images of Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren came to life. Nora was ecstatic, with stars in her eyes and cheeks in her palm. Pyrrha chewed her lower lip as her eyes burned into whatever her gaze fell on. Ren's face was red with cheeks puffed and eye twictched.

Be happy! Be horny! Be bursting with rage!

We've got a million different ways to engage!

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The four men danced around Blake as she whirled about in confusion. Screens came to life around them all. Information and lights flooded the black room, nearly overloading her sight and hearing. Mundane to morbid, the blood of the Cross-Continental Communication Network flowed endlessly.

Welcome to the Schnee-Net! Put your cares aside.

Here's a tip for straining pasta! Here's a twelve-year old who died!

The variety of the information ranged as ceaselessly as the numbers themselves. Blake was offered it all, right in front of her, and she didn't know how to respond. One second, she was looking at fantasy Grifball teams, the next, she was watching a trailer for a new Pumpkin Pete movie, and the next, she was staring crudely drawn fan art.

We've got movies, and rabbits, and fantasy sports!

And a bunch of colored pencil drawing of Red Versus Blue characters fucking each other. Welcome to the Schnee-Net!

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The team was reunited, but all trapped in seating. They simultaneously moved through the flickering screens, with a large screen in front of them all. Ruby shut her eyes at the first image, along with everyone else. Jaune dared to peek, only to regret it when worse images followed. All the while, the men's song continued in the background.

Welcome to the Schnee-Net! Hold on just a sec!

Here's a random guy who just sent you photos of his dick!

They're grainy, and off-putting. He just sent you more!

Don't act surprised, you know you like it, you whores!

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Ozqrow Week 2023 Day 3: Nothing Bad Ever Happened AU

(Day 3! Give it up for day 3 of @ozqrowweek 2023! This one turned out to be a bit longer than I expected it to be intially. I'm not even sure that this half will even fit onto this post because I forgot the limit for tumblr, but I will most likely have the complete version up on my ao3 which is MissWritesALot55, so if you currently interested in seeing that or anything else, please do check it out. Without further ado, here's to Day 3!)

Ozqrow Week Day 3: Nothing Bad Ever Happened AU

Friday night dinners at the Xiao-Long Rose’s house were always something. From marriage announcements to Branwen twin brawls to full-out food fights that spanned across the property, Ozpin and their kitchen table had seen it all and this night was no exception to that. 

 Since dating Qrow in combat school through their time in Beacon all the way into adulthood, he was no stranger to the bombastic personalities of the members of Team STRQ and their daughters. Most of the time, he coasted through the craziness of it all until he had to participate in it actively. 

But on this night, he and Qrow would be inciting a bit of chaos of their own because they would finally announce their engagement. Among other things.

Qrow and Ozpin had been together for half of their lives to where they were basically married, they just didn’t have the papers to say so. Everyone in their lives - friends and family alike - had long-standing bets on when these two would finally tie the knot - so far, James and Tai are in the lead.

And now, that time had finally come and they were ready to tell the family. 

Ozpin was a bit nervous - anyone would be when making such a big announcement - but as he and Qrow walked up the dirt path with his giant pot that he for some reason that Summer always asked him to bring, he reminded himself that this was his family and while they might be a little pissed at the added announcement toward the end, they’ll be happy for them nonetheless. 

“You doing alright there, Ozzy?” Qrow asked, snaking an arm around his waist. 

Ozpin nodded, “I’m fine. Just excited for tonight.”

Qrow smirked, pecking a kiss to his temple, “Me too. Can’t wait to see the look on Tai’s face when he finds out he lost to Ol’ Jimmy Ironwood. And who knows, maybe he’ll let us keep some of his winnings.”

“And here I thought you were going to say something romantic like how you can’t wait to be my husband.”

“Well, yeah. That too – but think of all the money we’ll save Oz!”

Ozpin chuckled, playfully pushing Qrow as they got up to the door, “Alright, alright. I see your point. Just try not to let your excitement get the best of you,” he reached for the doorbell, “I doubt Tai has much money in this silly bet anyhow–”

The door opened, and a flood of yellow light poured into the darkness outside. The men turned to greet whichever of the Xiao Long-Roses were waiting on the opposite side – only to be met by the heiress of the Schnee dust company standing in the doorway, mouth gaped open in shock.

“Pro – Professor Ozpin?” she exclaimed, barely able to hide her surprise.

Ozpin flashed a nervous smile at the girl, “A-Ah! Good evening, Ms. Schnee. I…I didn’t expect to see you here…at all.”

“I – I didn’t expect to see you here either, Sir. N-Not that I’m not happy to see you here! Though, I have to ask, why are you here? And who is this?” Weiss asked, gesturing to Qrow.

Ozpin opened his mouth to explain when a pair of speedy and pounding footsteps came and cut him off before he could even so much as get out a breath. A flurry of red crashed into view and crashed into Qrow as well, knocking him into the grass.

“UNCLE QROW!” The faux redhead exclaimed, kicking her feet happily as she hugged her arms around his neck tightly.

Qrow gasped for a breath, “Jeez, kid! You’re really gettin’ the hang of your sneak attacks, aren’t cha?”

Ruby giggled, “It’s so good to see you again! Uncle Oz wouldn’t tell me where you went and–”

“I’m sorry — Uncle. Oz?” Weiss exclaimed.

Ruby sat up and tilted her head, blinking in owlish confusion, “Yeah? What about him?”

“Ruby Rose – Are you telling me this entire time our headmaster has been your — your–!” 

“Oh, would you look at that? Your mother seems to be calling me! Coming!”

Ozpin quickly shuffled past Weiss, catching a quick glimpse of Blake Belladonna on the couch before ducking into the kitchen where Ruby’s mother, Summer Rose, was already hard at work with several different pots and pans already taking up most of the space on her stove.

She hummed as she slid a freshly formed fruit pie into the oven, not noticing Ozpin’s presence until she turned around and jumped a little in surprise.

“Oh! Oz, I didn’t see you there! Did you and Qrow just come in now?” 

“Ah, yes. We did,” he set the pot down on one of the free counters and took a seat at the table, “He’s a little tied up with Ruby and Ms. Schnee.”

“Ms. Schnee – oh! You’re talking about that Weiss girl? White hair? Long ponytail? Overly formal?”

“That’s the one.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t warn you in time. Ruby brought them over while I was in the zone and it completely slipped my mind that you were both coming over today!”

Ozpin shook his head, “No, no. No need to apologize. It’s fine. Honestly, I’m a little glad that they all came here together. I don’t know if she or Yang told you, but they were off to a bit of a rocky start when their team first formed.”

“Oh, trust me,” Summer said, fists on her hips, “I’ve heard plenty about all the escapades and arguments that Team RWBY have been through. Can’t say it doesn’t remind me of us back in our Beacon Days, though. I think of it as a bit of a tradition.”

Ozpin chuckled, “I suppose you have a point. There hasn’t been a year without a team who have nearly driven each other mad in the first few weeks of school.”

“Still, I’d say they’re getting along pretty well! Yang has been talking non-stop about that girl Blake. I think she might like her.”

“You should see them at school. Their ‘flirting’, if you can even call it that, is atrocious. They’ve been reprimanded so many times, I’ve lost count of all the professors who has come to complain to me about them.”

Summer hid her laugh behind her hand, “That’s Yang for you. You might have Qrow give her some lessons on how to talk to girls better!”

Just then, said avian man fell through the kitchen door, rubbing around his collarbone. “Man, that kid’s got one helluva grip these days.”

“Qrow! Oz and I were just talking about you. We were hoping you could give Yang some advice on girls. We think she might have a thing for her new teammate.”

Qrow quirked a curious brow, “That so? Man, our sunny little dragon’s growing up so damn fast. Already throwing her hat in the romance ring. Next thing you know, Ruby’s gonna start wearing high heels, of all things.”

Ozpin scoffed, “I highly doubt she would go that far.”

Summer laughed, “If I know one thing about my daughter, she would never be caught dead in those – what did she call them? ‘Stupid lady stilts?’’

Ozpin couldn’t help but laugh aloud, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth as soon as it came out.

“I’m going to go check on the girls. See if they need any more refreshments. Could you guys watch the things on the stove? Maybe give them a good stir once in a while so they don’t burn?”

Qrow saluted her, “Will do, Boss.”

“Thank you!” she chirped.

She untied her apron, tossed it on the back of a chair, and went out to the living room with a pitcher full of fruit tea. Ozpin breathed a sigh of relief, burying his head in his hands.

“Brothers, this is not how I imagined the night going,” he said.

“I know, but there’s not a lot we can do about it,” Qrow said, already taking over chef duty.

“Maybe…maybe we postpone the announcement for next time?” 

“You sure?”

Ozpin nodded, “I wouldn’t want to make Weiss and Blake uncomfortable. This is their first time here, and I’m sure they already feel awkward with me being here. I don’t want to push any more boundaries tonight.”

Qrow nodded, “Alright. We’ll keep it chill. Though I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

“I’m their headmaster, Qrow. What if their progress goes down the gutter because I didn’t disclose our relationship–”

“You don’t have to ‘disclose’ anything to anybody,” Qrow said, turning his head back to him, “You weren’t there when Ruby and Yang’s files were being sent through, right? You weren’t there when their admissions letters were being looked over, and even if you did, I know you’d have only picked them because they trained hard and did their best. Not cause they’re your nieces. If you wanna tell them all that, that’s fine. But if I’m being honest, it doesn’t look like they care all that much. Hell, I’d say they’re still doing just fine.”

Ozpin perked up, ”Really?”

“Mhm. The Schnee girl’s still in shock, but she seems to be getting over it a little. I swear, she’s like a cartoon character with how dramatic she is.”

Ozpin chuckled, “Don’t let her hear you say that. She’d blow a top if she found you talking like this.”

Qrow smiled softly, “See? You’re feeling better already.”

Ozpin hummed, “Well, I wouldn’t say that. But, you did help alleviate some of my anxiety, so thank you for that.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

Ozpin got up from his seat, walked over to Qrow, and wrapped him up in a hug from behind. Qrow chuckled, turning his head and placing a kiss on Ozpin’s cheek.

“I love you so much,” Ozpin said, burying his head into the nape of Qrow’s neck.

“I love you too, Oz,” Qrow replied with a laugh.

“I really do.”

“I know.”

“I’m really glad that we’re finally doing this.”

“Me too.”

“I love you.”

“You already said that, Oz.”

“Would you two stop being so disgustingly sweet in front of the food? You’re going to ruin my appetite?”

The couple whipped their heads in the direction of the new voice that entered from the back door. Qrow’s twin sister, Raven, looked them up and down with a bit of faux and real disgust.

Ozpin flushed red, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long. Enough,” she replied, turning her attention to her brother, “Interesting to see you play househusband for once, Brother.”

Qrow shrugged, “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

Raven rolled her eyes, “How long till dinner so I don’t end up losing my lunch?”

“Don’t know. I was just told to stop and stir until the Boss Lady comes back.”

Raven nodded. Something in her face changed. She quirked a curious brow and looked over Ozpin.

“Something wrong, Rae?”

“What were you two talking about before I came in here?”

Ozpin loosened his grip on Qrow, “Nothing important. Just the same old sappy romance stuff, as you and Qrow call it.”

Raven continued to stare at them with unconvinced eyes, slowly nodding, “Suuure.”

Without saying anything else, she walked past them and out into the living room to join the others. The couple exchanged foreboding glances.

“She knows,” Ozpin said grimly.

“We don’t know that,” Qrow argued, though something in his eyes told them both that that was likely untrue.

“You saw the way she was looking at us!” Ozpin whisper-shouted, “She knows.”

“She knows something. And it’s probably not about us. Maybe she’s just in a weird mood!”

Ozpin frowned, “You don’t honestly believe that, do you?”

“Look, even if she does know something - which she probably doesn’t - I don’t think she’d say anything in front of the others, especially with new people around.”

“I suppose you’re right…”

“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll get through this dinner and then next Friday or something, we’ll tell them for real. I’ll even sit next to Rae to make sure she doesn’t try anything.”

Ozpin sighed, “Okay, okay. This is fine. This. Is. Fine. Everything is going to be fine and I am not going to quit my job as Headmaster after tonight.”

“Right. Good job staying positive!”

Ozpin groaned, though he couldn’t be too upset. 

Friday night dinners at the Xiao-Long Roses are usually full of surprises and the unexpected, and he was no exception to that.

No matter how hard he tried.

[nightmare-foundation]

Hello!

This is my main blog, and I'm currently attempting to make an introductory post for it loll.

Basic info

My name is Felix! I'm the host of an HC-DID system with over 150+ known members. I'm 19 years old, and I use he/him pronouns. I'm MLM and transgender (ftm)! I also have autism and ADHD!

Boundaries

I don't have many things I take issue with, but please don't bring up shipping discourse with me. Specifically, pro/anti discourse. I couldn't care less about any of it, since it's all so harmful and I don't have good experiences with it. I don't care what people ship as long as its tagged correctly. I don't mind discussing my reasons for staying out of it, but please don't jump to calling me evil for not wanting to be involved. You will be blocked for that. And no, I'm not neutral either; I'm not involved at all, I have my own set of beliefs. However, I don't care if either Antis or Proshippers interact with or follow me, just as long as discourse or drama doesn't follow me. I WILL be strict with this; I will happily block you, turn off asks, etc if need be. I am also explicitly anti-censorship and anti-harassment.

Speaking of discourse, also don't involve me in syscourse. I have my own set of beliefs around that as well.

DNI/Do Not Follow If

I don't really have a DNI since I can't stop people from *interacting*, but don't follow me if you have conservative beliefs (homophobic, support trump, racist, etc), if your blog is dedicated to Christianity (I don't hate Christians, just a personal thing)/ship or system discourse, you call yourself a MAP or support IRL incest, are a radqueer/TERF/similar things along those lines that I can't think of rn. I'll update this as things come to mind.

Misc.

I love to write and discuss things about characters, AUs, etc! So feel free to send asks about my favorite characters. I love deep diving and analyzing characters.

Interests

Interests that come to mind: DC (Batfamily), RWBY, RVB, Halo, PJO, MLP, HLVRAI, BNHA, Marvel (MCU), BATIM, FNAF, Minecraft (my original works), Warriors (Erin Hunter, not nearly as interested anymore), Wings of Fire (just the world building, never read the books), CW The Flash, Mystery Skulls Animated, Psychology, world building, character analysis and design, pre-history, writing, speculative biology, I'll probably update this as I remember what specifically I'm interested in lmao

Favorite characters I'm happy to indulge in/write about: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Professor Ozpin, Michael Afton, Peter Parker, Agent Washington, Izuku Midoriya, and AU versions of these characters, as well as OCs of any of the above interests

That... should be it? Feel free to send me asks about my interests!

[kitkatopinions]

I should be sleeping, but instead I'm thinking about Qrow just always Having A Spot with Ozpin and James all the time, and other people not getting it fully. And by 'having a spot' I mean:

They both leave an office window at their schools open and they leave a window open at their personal houses for him every hour of the day, even when it rains and even when it snows. So he always has a quick way to get into a warm house if he needs it (using his bird form to fly in.)

They both have guest rooms in their houses that over the years have just become Qrow's. They have items of clothes Qrow has left at their house in drawers, they bought extra pillows because they know Qrow likes that, they keep the room tidy in case Qrow needs it. They also have things they know Qrow likes stocked in their kitchens. Side note, but it's one of Ironwood's favorite things, to wake up and find Qrow unexpectedly in his kitchen, sitting on the counter and eating Apple Jack's in flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt that probably once belonged to Tai and saying 'Morning, Jimmy.'

Qrow has access to their high security level stuff, he can pull up city plans on his scroll and highly classified case files whenever he wants. They casually talk to him about whatever is going on in politics or with security or with national diplomacy, even though he's technically just a Huntsman.

They both are fine with Qrow being with them during pretty much every step of their day. They enjoy having Qrow hanging around in their offices, helping them here and there on things, fetching things for them when they need it. They don't mind Qrow following them while they do their various jobs, having Qrow take things off their plate when he can. And they don't mind if Qrow tags along to meetings (when they can get away with it,) or even just absently follows them home.

They always make time to listen to Qrow talk about his family and show them pictures of Ruby and Yang. They like talking to Qrow about his missions or his weapon or his problems with Raven or which of his students he liked. Even when they don't personally have an interest in a subject, they still have good conversations with Qrow about it.

They keep toolkits (and medkits) handy in their homes and at their schools, ready with quick fixes if things break, and are always quick to assure Qrow they don't mind, knowing that he considers even minor inconveniences to be his fault. They also take precautions, tightening screws and refurbishing things at least semi regularly so they're less likely to break.

They both know Qrow is self-deprecating and also craves closeness, so they're both not stingy with complimenting or expressing appreciation for Qrow most of the time, they try to make it clear that they want Qrow around and care about him without overloading him. They both don't shy away from physical contact when Qrow initiates it, and they both try to give enough physical contact back that Qrow isn't as touch starved, but still won't feel like they're going too out of their way.

Idk, I just love Qrow feeling like he has a space with them, like he fits into place in their lives because they take time and effort in making him feel valued and wanted. Qrow spends a lot of his time lonely and second guessing himself (both in my headcanons and the show proper,) and I just love imagining that during long missions or hard nights, Qrow still knows in the back of his head that he's cared about and wanted at least with Oz and James. I also have most of these same headcanons for Tai, too, but those headcanons are a bit different since they include Yang and Ruby. But yeah, soft James and Oz caring about Qrow headcanons are literally keeping me up at night. XD

[spect-era]

I got my friends to say what they thought about RWBY characters <3

[branch-sys]

A random assortment of positive ironwood doodles because of all the shit going on in the tag ^^’

[idonthaveabackupplan]

James Ironwood in the early seasons: I can’t be good at my job and be a nice person, Ozpin. So I won’t be staying long enough to mingle.

James Ironwood in s7: I can‘t be good at my job or be a nice person. There are too many people alive in this series and Ruby is starting to seem like a bad person so I need to become a completely unlikeable character.

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Ozluminati Incorrect Quotes :3

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This has some shipping and some suggestive stuff because, well why not?

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Glynda: "Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?"

Ozpin: *crouches down*

James: *kneels down*

Qrow: *sits on the floor*

Glynda: "..."

Glynda: "I hate all of you."

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James: *out cold on the ground*

Glynda: "Oh my god, do you think he's okay?!"

Qrow, holding a bucket of ice water: "Who cares?!" *dumps all of the water on James’s face*

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Glynda: "How did you even get in here?"

Qrow: "Ozpin's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Qrow's door"!"

Ozpin: "I’m closing the window."

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James: "Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella!"

*James opens his umbrella while indoors*

Glynda: "James, that’s bad luck…"

James: "Chill out, Glynda!"

Qrow, kicking down the door: "WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!"

James and Glynda: *screams*

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Qrow: "The moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it?"

Glynda, looking at Qrow: "Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful?"

Qrow and Glynda in unison: "*sighs* James"

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Qrow: "I sleep with a gun under my pillow."

Ozpin: "I sleep with a knife."

Glynda: "Both of you are pathetic."

Qrow: "Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?"

Glynda: "James."

(You can swap Qrow's and Glynda’s places in this too :3)

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Glynda: "I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”."

Ozpin: *looks over at James and Qrow*

Ozpin: "Is it “sexual tension”?"

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Qrow: "I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room."

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Glynda: "I love you."

James: "I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that."

*Glynda and James kiss passionately*

Ozpin, to Qrow: "You owe me 20 dollars."

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Ozpin: "Qrow, you'll be working with James and Glynda."

Qrow: "Alright! My fantasy threesome!"

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Qrow: "...Of people on a team."

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James, "looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?"

Qrow: "Glynda's in the kitchen."

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James: "That's not funny."

Qrow: "I thought it was funny."

James: "You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook."

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James: "Why are you on fire?"

Qrow: "This is just how my day is going."

[sophieinwonderland]

Actually I headcanon Ozpin to be a traumagenic spiritual system!

I can see that for the original being formed from trauma, but later incarnations aren't formed from trauma in the bodies.

Hmm... Do you think the later incarnations would be better categorized as exotraumagenic?

[proship-moodboards]

professor ozpin x dr oobleck x peter port - moodboard for anon

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

Jaune’s Father: “If nothing else, be kind. Kindness costs you nothing, sport”

Weiss: *From underneath many blankets, peeking from behind a comforter* I’m truly sorry, Arc. I had meant to assist you in your dust theory paper, but I’m not feeling terribly well.

Jaune: *Scratches head* Hey, no worries Sn- Weiss. Do you need anything? A hot compress?

Weiss: *Is glad she has a comforter for a shield as she blushes in embarrassment* How! *Coughs, in a normal tone of voice* Excuse me. How did you...

Jaune: I have seven sisters, Weiss.

Weiss: *Nods meekly, still embarrassed* A hot compress would be lovely. I feel awful.

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Yang: *Blinks* Is that vomit boy?

Blake: *Reading* You could try calling him by his name.

Yang: You could try acknowledging his existence. *Blake glares, feeling a little guilty*

Cardin: *Walking by* He needed a warm compress.

Yang: What for?

Cardin: *Feeling kinda humbled, a bit envious* Nothin’ serious.

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Jaune: *Taking box* Thanks Coco, you’re a lot less scary than Poppy said you were.

Coco: *Lowers her shades* Oh, did snookums slander my good name?

Jaune: *Feels his neck get hot* U-uh, no! Just that you were kinda protective of, um, *lifts box, almost drops it and gives Coco a heart attack* this. Sorry. But really, thanks, it’s really nice of you.

Coco: *Clutching her heart, waves him off* Just tell that leggy blonde she owes me some serious cuddling.

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Professor Peach: It’s not often I get students actually interested in my hobby.

Jaune: Well, we are all teenagers.

Professor Peach: *Laughs* True enough. Hmm. *Side eyes Jaune* Well, the same can’t be said for you, young man. *Sees Jaune about to protest* I think what you meant to say is you’re all aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses. Sometimes the future is so bright and shiny to your classmates that they forgot the everyday. It’s quite nice to see that isn’t the case with each of you.

Jaune: *Opens and closes his mouth, shuffles awkwardly*

Professor Peach: *Smiles softly* You have nothing to be embarrassed of, Jaune Arc. Here *carefully hands his request over* exactly as you requested. Have a wonderful day, child.

Jaune: *Nods quickly and walks off*

Professor Peach: And days like today, Rosalie, are why you do this job. *Happily hums as she gets back to work*

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Jaune: Okay, look, I’m just asking which--

Beryl: *Sighs dramatically* And I’m telling you, kitten *Ignores Jaune’s protests* that they’re all mondo good.

Julie: Like, Bea-Bea’s right. That one *pointing with a fuchsia nail* is just the sweetest thing in the world, will just have you feeling warm and happy inside after.

Cissy: Plus it has just...mmm. Ouch! *Is swatted by Beryl, playfully* You bitch. Anyways, that one right there is just cute and total *squeals* overload. Can’t go wrong with it, it’s a classic.

Beryl: Then that one is probably the safest bet, because who doesn’t love a puppy?

Jaune: A puppy? *Beryl nods* Well, uh, thanks. And I promise I’ll get them back to you by tomorrow. I’ll also see if Ren’s interested, but, uh, maybe keep your semblances ready?

Cissy: *Raises hand* Uh, I haven’t activated mine yet. I’ve just got Nemesis.

Beryl: *Slings arm around Cissy’s shoulders* Don’t worry, kitten, between My House and Julie’s Spit-Spot, plus our weapons we can handle Valkyrie if she gets in a mood.

Jaune: *Deadpan* She was benchpressing one of the academy’s washing machines the other day. No aura.

Julie: We’re good at running away.

Beryl: *Scandalized* Julie!

Julie: Cute boy or not, no way am I getting my face rocked by that monster.

Jaune: *Shrugs, collecting stuff to leave* Um, I don’t know if it’ll work but maybe fill your bags with syrup. Might work as a distraction if Mt. Nora erupts.

Beryl: *Flatly* Really?

Cissy: *Flips platinum blonde hair* I saw her drinking it right out of the bottle once before Lie stopped her.

Beryl: *Sees Jaune’s gone, giggles* Somehow I think kitten got the better end of the deal. *Speculative* Shame he’s super taken.

Julie: Uh, what? Isn’t-

Beryl: Oh you sweet summer child, never change *Ruffles Julie’s hair*

Julie: Ack! Stop!

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Jaune: Thanks headmaster! This is all really great!

Ozpin: *Working at desk* No need to thank me, mister Arc.

Jaune: Uh, yeah I do. You didn’t have to allow me to do this, but you did and it’s really neat of you.

Ozpin: *Smiles* Well then, you’re welcome. Enjoy.

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Ruby: You definitely came to the right girl!

Jaune: *Looking at his haul* I’ll say. You’re sure you’re okay with helping? I kinda saw the looks you were giving Crescent Rose back at the forge. *Teasingly* You sure you don’t want some alone time with your baby?

Ruby: *Blushes the color of her cloak* S-shut up! She’ll be fine without me, I was just thinking of trying out some custom dust ammo is all! *Very seriously* I don’t have a problem! You have a problem!

Jaune: Riii-iiight. *Ruby puffs cheeks out, teasingly* Like you don’t have a cookie problem?

Ruby: *Points dramatically, very loud* THAT... *Slumps and sighs* please don’t tell Yang I have a nightly plate of chocolate chip.

Jaune: *Laughs* No problem, Ruby. You know me. How can I turn my back on the girl who actually talked her team into not killing me when I told them I cheated my way into Beacon?

Ruby: Yeah, yeah. So get those babies ready, vomit boy and watch Ruby - I am totally a pro at this and all things wonderful - Rose do her magic!

Jaune: Will do, crater face!

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Jaune: *Grins* Thanks Cardin. You know, when you’re not being all racist and pushing people around you’re actually a really nice guy.

Sky: Ooooh. What a compliment. The kindness just gently caresses your face like a butterfly’s wings, huh Cardin?

Cardin: *Scowling* Shut it, Sky. I’m still trying so that’s totally fair.

Jaune: I, uh, didn’t mean it--

Cardin: *Rubbing neck* I know dude, no worries. Got a date with my girl coming up and it’s our anniversary, so it’s just a little extra. And don’t worry about paying me back, this is like the very least I can do for you after everything. *Jaune’s about to protest* Nope. I know we’re cool, but I was a huge douchebag. I mean it.

Jaune: Well thanks. It means a lot. *Leaves*

Russel: *Reading motorcycle magazine* You don’t have a girl, bro.

Cardin: *Frowns* I know.

Dove: You know you don’t have to help him out like that. You’re only hurting yourself.

Cardin: *Wipes face with hands, flops on his bed and stares at the ceiling* Yeah, well, too bad for Cardin fucking Winchester. If Jaune’s happy, I’m happy. I wasn’t joking when I said he deserves better than me. *Rolls on side to stare at wall.*

RDL: *All staring at their leader, all of them sad*

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Jaune: *Cheerfully* I’m back!

Weiss: *Very grumpily glaring at Jaune from beneath her covers, only her eyes visible, her voice is acidic* It’s quite fine, Arc. It’s only been two and a half hours. I know you have better things to do, so don’t bother acting like you were looking forward to coming back to deal with me.

Jaune: *Winces* Yeah, sorry. I was getting the hot towel when I kinda realized that you’ve probably been dealing with this all by yourself. *Weiss growls* It’s just, I remembered how you said you and your Dad don’t really talk and your little brother’s a, a snot, I think you called him? *Weiss feels embarrassed, but says nothing while staring at Jaune* Just hold on.

*Weiss does but when he comes back in the room her eyes go wide in shock*

Jaune: I-I just have a lot of sisters. Four older, three younger and they all have different things they like when they’re on their period. Saphron’s just happy if I’ll bring her things and Coral just wants me to leave her alone. Peri always wants cuddles and movies and *blushes as he realizes how much he’s talking* I just thought instead of whatever you usually do, you might want something more? Just to try something new?

Weiss: *Stares at several hot compresses, an expensive looking box of chocolates, a small boquet of blue Glory of the Snow’s, a stack of films, several unhealthy but delicious looking snacks and a stuffed polar bear with a top hat*

Weiss: *Wide eyed, completely taken aback* W-what?

Jaune: I-I-I don’t mean to assume anything, but I’m guessing you didn’t really have anyone who tried to make your period any better?

Weiss: I have a butler, Klein, who would always check in on me but never, well I never thought to ask for more. *Very softly as she stares at the rolling entourage of goodies* It never occurred.

Jaune: Okay, well, um, how about I bring this in?

*Jaune does, Weiss watching as he sets the flowers near her bed with wide eyes and gratefully accepting the compress, bringing it under her comforter and sighing in relief*

Jaune: We’ll have to set it up on your scroll, but I did bring movies to just so you have something fun to do today. There’s a family film with an apparently super cute actor, another that’s a cute animated movie that’s a staple of everybody’s childhood except mine apparently, *Weiss snorts, watching the covers* and one about a puppy finding his way home--

Weiss: *Eyes glued to the case, speaks immediately* That one.

Jaune: You sure, I checked the fam--

Weiss: *Eyes not leaving the box* I’m certain. *Flushes* Please?

Jaune: Sure. Just let me set this up.

*Jaune also hands over the chocolates, which Weiss stares at curiously and much to her delight, brings over the bags of snacks and she clutches the bag of cheesy poofs to her, very much wanting to try them for the first time*

Jaune: Okay, that should do it. So you’ve got your Cheez-E-Poofs, I grabbed a few sodas, juices that I thought you might like *quickly* but I also got water! Um, here. *Hands Weiss the stuffed animal, which she stares at and brings close to her face, loving how cute it is and how soft it is* Oh, Ruby helped me dip some strawberry’s in chocolate if you wanna try them later. There’s normal ones too.

Weiss: *Touched and doesn’t know what to say* I-it’s all so...umm, thank you. You really didn’t have to.

Jaune: *Scratches the back of his head, looks away* No problem, Weiss. I’m used to stuff like this, so...I’ll go. *Looking very embarassed* You’ve probably had enough of me talking you to death, so I’m just gonna go across the hall--

Weiss: *From behind her bear* Stay. *Jaune stares at her, blinking in surprise* You were going to offer, but you...back home the most I ever got were the occasional visits from Klein. But having someone to be there sounds very nice and I’d like if you would. Very much. I certainly won’t eat all of this anyways, so...please?

Jaune: *Nodding rapidly* Sure. Right. Yeah, I just didn’t wanna assume or impose or *watches Weiss’ eyes light up at the cheesy snack she just tried* I’ll sit.

*Jaune sits next to Weiss’ bed and they watch the film, eat snacks and after the movie, Weiss tries the strawberries as the second film starts. When she wakes up after falling asleep, she discovers the mess she’d made of the comforter is cleaned, Jaune had gathered up her snacks and placed them in a box. Her flowers now have a vase and the bear she had placed on his shoulder is on her pillow*

Weiss: *Smiles and hugs bear tightly*

~~A week later~~

Weiss: *Exasperated* Where is he?

Yang: *Balancing a pencil on her nose on her bed, ignoring her homework* Who?

Weiss: *Notices Berry B. Cold on Yang’s stomach and shoots forward like a bullet, snatching him and hugging him to her abdomen* You know who you bum, Jaune!

Yang: *Grinning like the cat who ate the canary* Oh-ho, finally acknowledging him by his first name after all this time, Weiss Cream?

Weiss: *Blushing* Quiet you.

Ruby: Leave her alone, Yang. But, uh, I don’t really know where he is.

Weiss: Nonsense. I may have missed the chance to help him with his paper but at the very least I can at least explain some of the theory to him, give him better than what Beacon’s textbooks offer.

Yang: Oh yeah, sure, sounds fun.

Weiss: *Bristling* E-even if it’s a boring subject, it is useful. *Hugs bear tighter* And he needs all the help he can get and--

Blake: *Walking in* If you’re talking about Jaune, he’s way too busy Weiss.

Weiss: I beg your pardon?

Yang: Yeah, you didn’t know?

Weiss: *Irritated* No Yang, it’s why I asked you in the first place.

Yang: *Flatly* Oh. I thought you were joking. No, I mean it, don’t look at me like that! Seriously, vomit boy’s been busy the last couple days.

Weiss: *Confused* But why?

Yang: *Staring* Seriously? I mean, he got that whole thing together for you.

Weiss: M-me!? Is that...but he said he was used to it! I-I knew he was talking about his sisters, but he said Ruby helped! H-he...

Ruby: Yup, I did, but I didn’t know Jaune was making them so you could have a nice, comfy that-time-of-the-month. I thought he just wanted a strawberry snack! That he’d finally been enlightened. *Sighs*

Yang: And that whole spread wasn’t just free, he went around and traded a lot of favors to get it together.

Weiss: *Gaping* H-he...what? He traded favors, just... *Uncertain, squeezing her bear while looking distressed* You didn’t know? He hasn’t done that with any of you?

Ruby: Nope!

Blake: Gods no.

Yang: Dad’s sweet like that for me when it’s bad-bad, but if Jaune offered I’d definitely turn him down. *Gives Weiss a look*

Ruby: Yeah, and all I need is my Non-Descript Winter Holiday lights and my guns ‘n ammo mags plus my scroll and I’m happy. *Shrugs* I get really crabby so I prefer being alone.

RWY: *Staring at Blake*

Blake: My ex did it for me once. Never again.

Weiss: S-so he did all that, just for me? Because I was miserable?

Yang: *Sighs, flops back on her bed* I don’t know why you’re so surprised. Ask his team. Jaune’s actually a pretty nice guy. He aimed Neptune in your direction back at the dance even though anybody with eyes knew he was kinda bummed the whole night. After you started talking with him after and started sharing, I think he just wanted you to have, y’know, some normal stuff that we all enjoy because our Dad’s aren’t asshats.

Ruby: Yang!

Blake: *Sees Weiss looking at her, looking upset* He’s been Coco’s personal shopper for the last week, he’s been dodging Nora since Ren agreed to a date with each of those girls from Team SNLT because she is pissed, he’s been doing odd jobs for Ozpin all week, he’s been doing a lot of work outside for Peach and I think he’s also been in the laundry rooms a lot. That stuff wasn’t just free. Plus he’s had to do all his usual leader stuff and his homework.

Weiss: *Gapes, hugs her bear and her eyes drift to her box of treats and she purses her lips* B-but...that’s so much, just so I...

Yang: Um, he likes you Weiss. Even if he stepped aside for Neptune, he’s not gonna just poof whatever he feels for you away just because he doesn’t have a chance. Then he sees you feeling like shit, knows just how bad it is because of all his sisters and gets it in his head that you deserve the princess treatment. *Stretches* He offered for Pyrrha once but she just went really red, yelled ‘NO!’ and apparently pushed him through a wall.

Weiss: *Sits on bed with her knees pulled up, hugging her bear while hiding a wobbling lip as she realizes and RBY just sighs*

~~Four days later~~

Yang: *Grins* Called it.

Blake: Yes, because it was such a mystery that this was gonna happen after Weiss had it spelled out for her that Jaune still has it bad for her even if he was trying to get over her. I’ll admit I still don’t understand the way Weiss thinks or why Jaune would put himself through all of that just because Weiss was having a bad period when it was clear at the time she wasn’t even thinking of him that way, but c’mon Yang.

Yang: *Hand out*

Blake: *Rolls her eyes, puts Lien in her hand* Child.

*Meanwhile Weiss stands on her tiptoes, arms around Jaune’s neck and enjoys kissing her boyfriend*

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Two things: One, I headcanon Cardin as gay and occasionally having a thing for Jaune if it isn’t entirely obvious. Two, I don’t want my Tumblr to be nothing but crack/lewd. I’d also like some occasional romance/wholesome content. This isn’t the best, but hopefully it’s not quite as bad as I think it is towards the end.

[secret-engima]

Team Gremlin verse: The Reunion

(So this is ... a very rough draft so to speak of what I wanna do for the reunion scene with Oscar and Ozpin. I’m not dubbing it ‘canon’ yet because I’d have to wait for the actual fic to catch up and then tweak accordingly but so far- this is what is in my head and I figured I should let others enjoy the angst :D)

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     Ozpin slipped away from the crowd exiting the tent with a pounding heart. He could feel his fingers shake on the hilt of Long Memory as he managed to duck into the shadows outside the large emerald and gold tent. He had found him. All this time searching, all this time praying and hoping and looking only to be too late and he had found him. He had sat in the stands and seen the boy in action, heard the music and seen the magic both fake and real, and felt the sheer energy and joy the little Ringmaster felt in his performance like lightning in Ozpin’s own bones. And then- the song. The final song. Because Oscar always rounded off with a song, ones not meant for spectacle, but instead for the heart. A sincere wish and message for those fortunate to sit beneath the ceiling of the Emerald City for the night.

     The song alone could have brought him to tears. But to hear it sung by the little boy in the ring, the impossible, wonderful, miracle child who had every right to lash out at the world in hate, yet instead chose to fill it with wonders … it had been all he could do to keep from crying with there in the stands. To not try to climb down the makeshift seating and into the ring because all he’d wanted was to hold him.

     His son. The son he had never seen outside of grainy photos and shaky recordings, who he had tried desperately to find the more he learned what the child had lived through. And now Ozpin had found him. Now Ozpin had a chance to meet him. He just had to get backstage.

     It wasn’t hard to escape the eyes of the crowd, and it wasn’t much more difficult to slip through the shadows to the little ring of emerald tents set up behind the big top, the tents where the various performers of the rare and popular Emerald City act stayed. He hesitated on the boundary, trying to pick out which one of the colorful, green-themed tents belonged to the Ringmaster —his son, his child that he had never gotten to meet, would never have known about save a series of accidents—. He heard laughter and activity behind him, the performers returning to their temporary homes, and he ducked forward into the shadows of a tent at random. They would run him off if they found him, he was certain of that. He was a stranger to them at best, or worse, a known player in the war that had created the boy he hoped to meet, that had no doubt hurt many of those who followed him —such as Hazel, and how the man had ever been swayed from Salem’s promise of revenge, Ozpin could not fathom but did not want to test—.

     He heard no activity from the tent he was hiding behind, and while the air whispered with hints of magic, it wasn’t coming from this tent, so he moved on to another. This time, he dared peak into the tent flap, but saw nothing but the vague shadows of personal belongings. No sign of the little Ringmaster —his son, his child—.

     Ozpin backed away from that tent, heart drumming anxiously in his chest. Then he turned and froze.

     The massive Grimm, the strange one that Qrow called Hound. The monster that for some reason Ozpin never wanted to contemplate —but had spent many hours doing just that— followed his son everywhere. Behaved like it was tame and natural rather than a creature of Darkness that longed only for destruction. It stood just a few feet away, so large it’s head was even with Ozpin’s chin as it watched him with flat, glowing red lights for eyes.

     His fingers tightened on the hilt of Long Memory, lifetimes of instinct screaming to raise his weapon and attack first before it could kill him or anyone else here. But he had seen recordings of this same Grimm, dressed up in ridiculous costumes to hide its true nature from unpracticed eyes, parading around in the circus ring like a big dog. He had seen his son ride on its back and balance on its head and Qrow had recounted more than one instance of Oscar and the other children escaping on its back. It hadn’t been present for this particular show, but he had seen multiple recordings of previous ones where it entered the ring and no one had been harmed. Of course, Ozpin’s son —Salem’s son, for all the second half of that coin tore at his guts— had been close by all those times, but here there was no one in sight but the two of them.

     The Grimm tilted its head slowly to one side, a ragged ear pricking like an actual dog’s. It wasn’t attacking. Even though Ozpin knew he must stink of so many different types of fear he could attract an entire pack of Beowolves all on his own. It just … studied him.

     Slowly, it’s jaws opened, and Ozpin prepared to dodge some attack. Instead, the large, blood red tongue slid out from between massive teeth and lolled there, a slow, thoughtful trio of pants before it licked its teeth and shut its jaws again. Without any further reaction, it lowered its head and turned away, walking slow and ponderously toward one of the tents that had light peaking through the bottom. Ozpin watched it leave with a blank, confused mind, then startled when it stopped and twisted around to look over its shoulder at him.

     It looked like it was waiting.

     It looked like it wanted him to follow.

     Inhaling raggedly —this was the stupidest thing he had done in lifetimes he was sure—, Ozpin started following in the Grimm’s footsteps.

     It led him to the tent farthest from the bigtop, nudged open the flap with something like practiced ease, and shouldered its way in. Ozpin lingered outside, suddenly too afraid to go a step further. There was a Grimm in there, but somehow, the realization that his son might be in there was even more terrifying than that. If he stood out here too long, he would be caught, he knew that, and yet…

     “Hey, Sondor,” murmured a voice through the tent fabric and Ozpin’s world crystalized, “Everything alright? You left in a bit of a hurry.” A deep rumble, inhuman and bass and … oddly content sounding. The voice —a child’s voice, a gentle voice, a voice he’d just heard laughing and waxing dramatic for a show of fake magic and real mysteries— laughed faintly, “Checking on someone then? You know everyone has to stay up late on performance nights.”

     If he held on any tighter to his cane, he thought it might shatter, but the feel of it grounded him like it always had, and with the last bit of courage he possessed in this lifetime, he pushed the tent flap open and slipped inside as the voice —his son— finished saying, “We’ll be sure to take long naps in the morning.”

     Ozpin was here. He was standing in the same space as his child, without a crowd to be wary of or a performance to keep them apart. He was standing in some kind of makeshift workshop, with a cot on the floor on the far side and the vast majority of space taken up by a battered, foldable metal table that seemed to be a desk and all the tools of a magician’s trade. Cards and wands and hats, gloves and fanciful outfits and a hundred thousand other things that didn’t matter, because amid all the mess, with his back mostly to the entrance and a massive Grimm lying contentedly next to his feet, was the Ringmaster.

     His child.

     The Grimm raised its head again to stare at him, a low noise he’d never heard the monsters make before rumbling from its chest, and the boy tilted his head toward the tent entrance absently, still not looking away from the Dust gem he was setting in his elaborate cane, “Hey Neo, you’re back early. I thought you were still scoping … out…” he finished setting the Dust in his cane, looked up and saw Ozpin standing there. Neither of them moved. Green-gold eyes in a young face —he looked ten had Qrow really been correct on estimating his age closer to twelve or thirteen?— went wide, and the magic passively swirling through the tent shrunk in on itself until he couldn’t feel it.

     It occurred belatedly to Ozpin that while he had essentially been stalking his son for the last few years in an attempt to meet him and make sure he was okay, the boy wouldn’t know him at all. Or worse, had only heard of him from people who hated him —from Salem herself even—. And now Ozpin had just shown up in the boy’s living space without warning or invitation.

     Terror and nerves tangled up all the words he wanted to say, all the ones he’d longed to say, and instead he found himself folding both of his shaking hands on the pommel of his cane and bleating out the first, most habitual line currently living in his brain, “Hello, I’m Professor Ozpin-.”

     A shout, loud and gutted, and all his words died in his throat again as the boy threw himself off his little camp chair and at Ozpin. Long Memory clattered to the ground unnoticed as Ozpin instinctively raised his hands to wrap around the little body that collided with his waist, slender arms tightening like a vise around him and Ozpin couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe-.

     Had he really said-?

     A hiccuping sob from the child in his arms, a fully body thing that shook him from his tousled black hair to his shoes while that word spun endlessly in Ozpin’s mind, haunting him and confusing him because he couldn’t have heard that right. He couldn’t have heard…

     “Dad.”

     The word echoed between them again, muffled by a young face buried in his suit jacket, and Ozpin felt his own breath start to stammer as he clung tighter to the boy in his arms, sinking down to his knees despite the screaming in his leg and burying his face in flyaway black hair, “I’m here.” He choked out, “I’m right here. I’ve got you. You’re alright. I’m right … I’m right here.”

     Magic pressed against his skin, burrowed into his soul, needy and desperate and fearful in a way his daughters’ had never been until the very end —until the moment his shield broke and he could no longer protect them—. It begged him and Ozpin forgot about everything else, forgot every other concern or person in the world as he let his own magic unspool and twine with the younger, needy magic begging him for comfort. Behind his closed eyelids he could see it, the colors spinning and twisting in the space between their souls. His ever-dwindling green wrapping around a younger, deeper, stronger wellspring of emerald laced with snapping red, whispering black and dancing flickers of purple, gold, blue, and white.

     The younger magic coiled tightly in his, desperate and pained, crying in relief and fear just as loudly as the sobs that shook his son’s body. It was open to him, painfully open and raw, trusting despite how this boy had every reason to fear another’s magic. In the breath between crying and comforting and accepting, Ozpin’s magic brushed up against what could only be called a crack in his child’s soul. A jagged old wound that had never properly healed. Glass sharp and weeping and-.

     Pain-pain-pain-fear-fear-please-pleasedon’tleavedon’tleaveme-.

     Magic, green and old, bodiless and desperate and half-mad with agony sinking inside and locking in place in a message that screamed all the way down to bone marrow and soul fiber.

    Mine-my-child-I-love-you-I-loveyoumychildmy-

     “Oscar.” Ozpin choked out, struggling to shake off the remnants of memory hidden in soul shards and old wounds. Realization reeled, pulled at the fabric of reality beneath his feet. “Oscar,” he repeated, rolling the name of his son over his tongue and wondering at the sensation of right, of familiarity even though he had never met this child before. He had, of course, known his name. The boy made a little joke of it at the beginning of all his performances, but now the name had weight. Had an echo of knowledge to it that he couldn’t quite grasp.

     Even though, somehow, his son knew him. And perhaps that should terrify him. Because his son was a child still, yet somewhere in the spaces between incarnations, or in the moments between life and death and dreams, his child remembered him and clung to a message of love even though it had been tangled up in so much pain.

     “I tried,” Oscar sobbed into his chest, “I tried, I’m- I’m so sorry-.”

     Ozpin hushed him, ran shaking fingers through his son’s hair and ignored the way his glasses had completely blurred over from the tears they caught, “I know. It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re alive, Oscar.” He guided his son’s face to his scarf and pressed his cheek against the top of Oscar’s head, “You’re alive. That’s all that matters to me.” He inhaled raggedly and set aside the spinning theories trying to take root, the odd mix of age-youth-age and time-turned-back in Oscar’s magic that made him wonder. He had long assumed that Oscar’s aging was … strange, a byproduct of being the child of two immortals. Yet feeling Oscar’s magic, the soft echo of bells and clockwork gears hidden inside it, he couldn’t help but remember that gravity and its magic was an aspect of space and space was a partner of time. There had been spells that toyed with time long ago that left impressions on the souls that used them, though never on such a large scale as what Ozpin was contemplating.

     But if anyone could reinvent a way to turn back the hands of the world’s clock, it would be the child of Ozma and Salem, surely —had his son known a previous incarnation, or had his son met Ozpin himself in the future, had he lived a prisoner of Salem until he was a teen or even an adult, only meeting his father to see him die in agony at his mother’s hands, had a single dying message of love amid a lifetime of darkness truly been enough to make him fight time itself to make things right—.

     But that didn’t matter right now.

     He was here. Oscar was here. They were both alive and safe and his little boy was tucked trustingly in his arms, and that was what mattered right now. It mattered more than anything else in the world.

     “I love you, Oscar,” he whispered into his son’s hair as he rocked them back and forth, uncaring of his jacket and scarf becoming soaked with tears, or the way Oscar’s magic coiled around his soul so tightly it was almost burning, “I love you. I’m here.”

     “I missed you,” Oscar choked out between sobs, another piece to Ozpin’s puzzle set aside for later times, “I love y-you t-too.” A hiccup, loud and ugly, a shiver in Ozpin’s arms, “Don’t go.”

     “I won’t,” Ozpin promised, hand cradling the back of Oscar’s head, trying to shield him from the nightmares he could sense lurking within, “I won’t go. I’m right here.” He exhaled wetly, “I’m right here.”

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Huntsman Economics as taught in the Four Academies

Atlas

Ironwood wanted all graduates to enlist in his military, and he honestly thought that was best for them and everyone else. So he didn’t actually offer any course for teaching students how to negotiate or navigate mission contracts, or how to budget and plan ahead with finances. Robyn Hill had to figure all of that out for herself, by investigating and interviewing and even interrogating.

Lucky Shot, by mylordshesacactus, is a short but excellent exploration of this diseased system, and it's part of a series of fics focused on Robyn Hill and her Happy Huntresses.

Probably, most independent Atlesian Huntsmen eventually gave up and joined the Atlesian military, which suited Ironwood just fine. But the rest likely accepted employment to a corporation or company, and Ironwood's negligence in their education left them vulnerable to dangerously one-sided contracts.

Rhodes seemed to be one such sold-out Huntsman, and perhaps he didn't really feel his chains until he met little Cinder Fall and realized how much he stood to lose if he rocked the boat.

Beacon

Ozpin didn’t simply offer a course about how to manage the business side of being a professional Huntsman; he made it mandatory. Though he did allow particular students to skip the class if they convinced him they were truly dead-set on returning to the small village of their birth and never selling their services to anyone else, and they could pass a test proving they understood the kind of economic principles that a village defender might still find useful.

Ozpin handpicked a professor who taught "Huntsman economics" exactly as he wanted it taught. Ozpin very much wanted his Beacon graduates to embody the ideal of Huntsmen as independent heroes of the people, so his chosen professor emphasized the dangers and risks of accepting long-term contracts with corporations and private companies. The professor highlighted the worst horror stories of Huntsmen who accepted such contracts and ended up morally compromised sellouts and criminals, and emphasized the advantages of remaining independent Huntsmen who only accept limited, short-term contracts.

Ozpin and his chosen professor had a more neutral approach to careers or stints as a military Huntsman, especially for students intending to stay in Vale. The government and militias of Vale's cities can't get away with as much abuse as Atlas' military.

Haven

Leonardo was a weak and unpopular Headmaster with limited influence in Mistral and limited control of Haven Academy. Corporate and government interests would ensure that if he chose any professor like Ozpin would chose, that professor either quit, disappeared, or soon gained a more positive opinion about long-term and binding contracts.

The professor chosen or bought by powerful interests highlighted the advantages and comforts of binding contracts, without spending a lot of time discussing the pitfalls. All while presenting any independent Huntsmen (such as Qrow's associates, Shirou Wan and Heather Shields) as failures and losers who aren’t worth offering more than a temporary contract.

Salem didn't need Tyrian and Hazel to assassinate the Huntsmen sworn to guard the property and persons of the wealthy and powerful; only the lowly but free-spirited independents that Mistral largely ignored and despised.

Shade

Theodore takes the most balanced approach. His chosen professor will highlight the pros and cons of being an entirely independent Huntsman, a city’s soldier, or a corporate dog.

Theodore would much rather his graduates not become corporate dogs, but he knows many will anyway, so he wants them to at least have the best chance for avoiding getting more entangled than they need to be, and for figuring out how to get out on their own.

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