#rwby mumblings

[rontra]

fruit of knowledge

[gillytweed]

At one point Flash asks Yang what happened to her arm and her response was “it doesn’t matter” which like fair. If she says “my girlfriends ex cut it off” there will be way more questions than this films run time has space for, and let’s not get started on the interdimensional child custody battle that would end up happening.

[aj-thegreatest]

Oscar: experiencing the merger even harder right now, to the point where his memories and Oz’s are blurring together, having a certified bad time but is hiding it well

Me: tucks this information for my future Oscar and RWBY Oc fanfic

[scribblinblog]

Here we go: 10 Bruiser characters I'd like Multiversus to try and add. At least, they would be who I'd classify as "bruisers". However I'd say holding off would be best because they take up over half the current roster. 8 standard "1st/2nd-party" characters, 2 "3rd-party" characters.

(When I first drafted this Rooster Teeth wasn't dead in the water. For now until we get clear confirmation I'm assuming their IPs are still on the table.)

[morglien]

me talking to myself about ruby and jaune's trauma responses and how theyre not free from their mistakes but they arent ultimately evil because of the way they reacted

[etruatcaelum]

On Semblances.

As this post mentions, neither Salem nor Ozma have ‘true’ ancient magic anymore: her immense power derives from the pools of light and darkness, and when Ozma created the maidens, they sacrificed their divine gifts but awakened their aura. Both now wield powers functionally identical to the aura and dust-based magic of modern humans; the sole difference between them and ordinary humans is vastly greater experience and, in Salem’s case, the interaction between her infinite aura and her grimmness.

(That is the subject for another post, but in essence grimm flesh and atrum ‘burn’ aura and this reaction can be controlled and channeled just like dust; Salem, who is grimm, uses this to her advantage to mimic ‘true’ magic.)

And, because their ‘magic�� is really just aura trained to a level beyond what any mortal could achieve in a single lifetime, both of them do have semblances.

Salem’s semblance is less an outward projection of her self than an inward one. It developed through the slow reconstruction of her mind and soul after a long period during which she had no sense of identity and was just kind of mindlessly dreaming all the time; her semblance sparked from the need to become whole and to know herself again. What it does, in essence, is immanentize her thinking.

Think method of loci, but crystallized from the imaginary construct into a real, tangible place—in a sense, the interior of her soul, her semblance, is a realm. Not one anything like as vast or complicated as Remnant or the Ever After, but quite a bit larger and more intricate than the vaults, and accessible only through doors she chooses to open.

It’s how she keeps herself sane and also why her sense of identity and conviction are so unshakable in the present: Salem knows herself extremely well and nearly everything that defines who and what she is, she made a deliberate choice to include as a fundamental part of herself. She is capable of change—and in fact capable of changing herself very rapidly and easily, once she decides to do so—but she cannot be forced or coerced or compelled or worn down or manipulated into it. Because the only way she can change is for her to literally disassemble and reassemble parts of herself and her semblance will not let her do that if she doesn’t truly want it to.

Ozma doesn’t know that they even have a semblance, because their semblance fluctuates from one life to the next; they believe the permutations of their own semblance have all been semblances taken from the lives they steal. What’s actually going on is that their very fragile sense of self gave them a semblance that lacks clear definition because it has yet to be fully-realized. It warps and bends and molds itself into the hollowed-out masks of every host, then loses that shape once those masks crumble again to expose Ozma.

There are, however, some constants:

The base essence of their semblance is remembrance and accretion of time. It’s the grasping for another chance and the tearing pain of almost and the venom of what if and maybe then and it wasn’t supposed to happen this way all rolled into one. It’s the aching possibility on the trailing edge of a mistake. Often, it takes the form of small-scale temporal manipulation: with Ozpin, it became an ability to ‘skip’ a second or two here and an idle moment there and ‘save up’ that time to spend all at once, squeezing several minutes worth of action into a single fraction of a second. (<- Ozma still has this ability and Oscar can tap into it for a while, but after the events of V8 it fades as their self-identification as Ozpin disintegrates.)

As themself—once freed from their curse and restored to live as their own person—their semblance is effectively only half-formed: not quite latent, but not truly manifested either. They will need to find themself and know themself before they’re able to fully bring it out. In its true, unalloyed form, Ozma’s semblance is unbinding: the breaking of chains, the opening of doors, the snipped thread of fate to unleash boundless possibility.

In less poetic terms, they will be able to reach back and bring forward the moments when what is now became inescapable. Nothing can be undone, nothing erased: the past cannot be unwritten, but what they can do is create a second chance to rewrite the future, whether by literally making a new possibility that didn’t exist before or by cutting through whatever beliefs or rationalizations a person clings to to pretend that they have no other choice.

Their fully-realized semblance will turn inward and confront them whether they like it or not; toward other people it is entirely under their control. (<- It is also quite likely the one thing capable of reaching into Salem’s head and shaking the foundations of her self, by drawing out her line of reasoning for committing to those choices and asking her to walk those paths anew, decide again.)

Oscar does not have a semblance and will not have a semblance until he’s separated from Ozma. If the integration were completed he would eventually produce a new permutation of Ozma’s, but it wouldn’t in any meaningful sense belong to Oscar, because Oscar as an individual would, for all intents and purposes, be dead.

But once he’s separated from Ozma, and once he sorts out who he is and who he wants to be outside of the looming existential dread of becoming Ozma, he’ll be able to discover his semblance.

(<- Also his aura, when not subsumed by Ozma’s, will turn out to actually be orange. Like a pumpkin. Because his Ozian allusion isn’t Tip OR Dorothy, it’s Jack Pumpkinhead)

Oscar’s semblance is… essentially, a hyper-specialized form of empathy: he can take the words people say and unfold them to reveal the things they mean, the feelings they’re trying to express but can’t communicate clearly, and then find the words to articulate those things back. He’s an interpreter, not of language but of emotions. He’s able to very quickly talk through to the heart of a problem, and he’s preternaturally good at listening in a way that makes people feel seen and heard. It also has the side effect of making him almost impossible to lie to.

Even with Ozma in his head, there are traces of this latent ability eking through to the surface—his determination to connect with Ironwood throughout V7, his intuitive sense for what to say to Hazel and Emerald to earn their trust, and even earlier, his realization that Ozpin is lying and his ability to break through long enough to spill Jinn’s name: these are all inklings of what could be, if not smothered by Ozma’s curse.

That sort of rising-to-the-surface is very rare among Ozma’s hosts. With Oscar, it’s happening partly because he’s fighting so hard to hold on for as long as he can, partly because his upbringing gave him a pretty strong sense of identity to begin with, and partly because the nature of his semblance itself resists falsehood and obfuscation. Latent though it is, it still gives him a firm place to stand when he pushes back and asserts himself against Ozma’s resignation. This struggle also has the effect of deepening the potential of his semblance—in effect, training it before it even properly manifests—so that once he’s free and it emerges fully he gets in tune with it fast.

[demacianpuppet]

I just checked out the RWBY store and the remaining items literally cost between 1 to 5 USD, so I caved in to get the last T-Shirt as well. I literally paid more for the shipping than I paid for the items.

[greenlakegalpals]

the branwens have strilalonde energy.

qrow is a dave strider that started drinking his problems away like a true lalonde

raven is a rose lalonde if rose was raised by striders and developed a sudden hatred for wizards

[sapphic-sustrai]

Coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine depression cave to say that I’m currently reworking my RWBY OC Team DMNO, basically doing a bit of an overhaul.

[lostonehero]

Could anyone drop me a link to the rwby justice league movie when it releases

I feel a hyper fixation coming along

[acrosstimeandspace]

if like those video game pop up things were a thing i think one would’ve popped up for my friends tonight bc they unlocked all of my rwby theories lol

[silentmagi]

The people have voted, and surprisingly to me, Panda has come out as the winner. I will be accepting and any all questions regarding him tomorrow. Please feel free to ask either on anon or not.

OC's

Been getting back into RPing in fandoms again lately, and while I try to avoid OCs in fanfics, I have plenty for RPing. Who wants to hear about one of them? Vote for your favorite Below!

I will likely dedicate March 5th to answering questions, and have find/create an ask meme. So please let me know who you want to know about!

[gillytweed]

idk what people are complaining about with the Justice League and RWBY cross over. Yeah the character personalities def tilt more towards RWBY, so does the humour, and they’re a lil hamfisted with the moral lessons at the end, but whatever the fights were cool and Diana became besties with the lesbians. what more could you want

[aj-thegreatest]

Tea, thinking to herself while traveling to find Oscar: Gosh, I wonder what he’s doing now! I’m sure he’s off having a great time…so much happier there than with…anyway, he’s probably great!

Oscar:

[novankenn]

Innocent Angel... Not a Chance!

(Sequel to "Joan Arc and the BunnyGirls...")

Pyrrha and Weiss looked like they hadn't slept a wink as they sat down together at the RWBY/JNPR table. Their hair was all messy, they had dark circles under their eyes, and their uniforms looked as if they had just been slapped on without a thought. There was no one else at the table when they sat down.

THUNK!

Pyrrha: (mumbling) My butt still burns...

THUD!

Weiss: (groaning) How can she be so...

Pyrrha: Energetic?

Weiss: No...

Pyrrha: Vigorous?

Weiss: NO! Insatiable!

Pyrrha: Yeah, she's that too...

Their scrolls vibrate, causing them to lift their heads and pull them out.

Pyrrha/Weiss: It's from Joan...

Weiss: NO! NO! NO! Not happening!

Weiss unsteadily gets to her feet only to feel the iron grip of Pyrrha's hand close about her wrist.

Weiss: Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: I... am... not... returning... to... that... room... alone.

Weiss: But... but...

Pyrrha: I... am... not... returning... to... that... room... alone.

Weiss: (Starting to hyperventilate) She's going to ruin us! Wear us out! Break us apart!

Pyrrha: She has to run out of steam at some point... right?

Weiss: Are you positive about that? ARE YOU?

Pyrrha: Only one way to find out...

Weiss: Do we have to?

Pyrrha: Yes... and besides...

Weiss: Besides?

Pyrrha: You and I both know you enjoyed it as much as I did!

Weiss: (Sputtering and Blushing)... I... I...

Still holding Weiss by the wrist Pyrrha rises upon shaking legs and starts to lurch towards the exit. Weiss staggers and quickly follows. As the pair exit the cafeteria Yang walks over to the customary RWBY/JNPR table and notices a scroll laying there.

Yang: Wonder if it's Weiss' or Pyrrha's?

Picking it up she accidentally touches the screen causing it to open and reveal a text message and image...

Joan(Jaune): ❤️💕❤️💕❤️ Mistress Kitty's bed is cold... I lonely without my Beautiful Bunnies... You should come back to the room... I found some more toys... ❤️💕❤️💕❤️

Yang closes the scroll and shivers...

Yang: I saw nothing. Nothing at all. Yep not a thing.

[howi99]

Son of the blue lion chapter 2

In the middle of the night, someone is entering RWBY'S dorm

*poke poke*

Yang: Mghn.... zzzzz

*poke poke*

Yang: *mumbling* Ruby, stop it, it's too early-

???: *whispering* Yang, i need your help.

Yang: *still half asleep* ... Jaune? Why are you...

Jaune: You got a motorcycle, right? I need to use i-

Yang: *now fully waking up* Woah there! Bumblebee isn't something that i- mfhm!?

Jaune: *placing his hand on her mouth, making a silence gesture* Don't wake up the other.

Yang: ... *Slowly nod*

Jaune: *removing his hand* Now, i know Bumblebee is like your baby, and i wouldn't ask you for help if i didn't have to leave but-

Yang: *aghast but still whispering* You are leaving!? W-why?! *As her eyes get used to the dark, she can see that Jaune is in his complete armor.* Does it have anything to do with what happened yesterday?

Jaune: *looking away* It's... nothing any of you should be worried about. I don't want anyone else to be hurt.

Yang: ... *Shaking her head* I can't just let you go alone, just wait for me and-

Jaune: *fear in his eyes* No!

RWB_: *Waking up from the sound*

Ruby: *looking at the source of the sound* What the... Jaune?

Weiss: *taking her scroll to get a bit more light* Why are you here!?

Blake: *take one look at him* ... You know, if you wanted time alone with Yang, you should have told me.

Jaune: ... Shit.

_____________________________________

Team RWBY is now looking at Jaune, who is now sitting on a chair

Weiss: *massaging her temples* So let me get this straight; you enter into our dorm in the middle of the night in full fighting gear so you could get Yang motorcycle to go fight an evil man in Vale... *Look at Blake* Ever got an impression of déjà vue?

Jaune: *sigh* That's the best i can say, yes.

Ruby: But why don't you want our help?

Jaune: ...

Yang: Wait... Is that man..?

Jaune: *looking at the ground* He was one of them, yes.

Yang: *eyes glowing red* And you wanted to go fight him alone!? Didn't you warn Blake of the same thing?! That she would get killed if she tried going against the White Fang by herself?

Jaune: *shaking his head* It's not the same, nothing is the same.

Blake: Ok, that will be the kettle calling the pot black, but what do you mean it's not the same? I almost died at the dock and against the mecha. Had it not been for my team...

Jaune: We don't have the same goal at all. *Getting up* You want to stop the white fang, yes? Well, what *point to himself* ""I""wants is to murder the sons of bitches who tortured my best friend!

The room turn silent

Ruby: ... Murder? But... You are one of the kindest guys I know!

Jaune: *Turn to Ruby* Well guess what? I'm not! I'm a monster and all of you already know! You just all like pretending i never spoke about my past and what i did!

Blake: You were forced!

Jaune: Forced? I was forced to see a bunch of kids die while they drained me of my blood for that damn crest! But when it came to killing the slavers, you think i hesitated?! When it comes down to killing a man in cold blood, i highly doubt any of you could deal with the guilt! And look at me! I'm perfectly fine!

Yang: No you are not! You told us how awful you felt after killing them even if it was to save others!

Jaune: *punching the wall, leaving a hole* CAN'T YOU SHUT UP!?

Yang: *flinching, then goes to say her piece of mind before stopping, as she sees him cry*

Jaune: *trying to wipe his tears* I CAN'T LET YOU GET HURT DAMN IT! I-I CAN'T PUT ANYONE IN DANGER! I... I WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE LIVE THROUGH WHAT I DID! I... I...*Looking at Yang, tears falling slowly* i can't live with the thoughts of my friends getting hurt or killed...

???: *sigh* And what about us? Aren't we allowed to not see you hurt?

RWBY+J: *turning to the door, seeing the rest of team JNPR*

Pyrrha: *crossing her arms* Imagine how horrible WE would feel if anything happened to you.

Nora: *sniffling* I don't want to see more people go...

Ren: And even less our fearless leader.

Jaune: *sigh* Guys- *get slapped*

Ren: *looking at Jaune in the eyes* You really thought you were the only one who had it rough during the years? I saw my village get destroyed, the few survivors getting either kidnapped or killed. You think i... No, *point to Nora then himself* WE never wanted to avenge them? Nora also has a crest, what do you think we had to do so she wouldn't get caught?

Jaune: ... *Sigh* I just... I just wanted to protect you guys-

Pyrrha: *shaking her head* No, you wanted to die a hero, try redeeming yourself by fighting someone who is far above us in terms of power.

Jaune: ....

Nora: *goes to Jaune, hugging him* Please... Let us help...

Jaune: ... *Look at everyone, then back at Nora* Tsk, way to make me feel bad. Fine! You all win! I won't go get myself killed.

Nora: *hugging him tighter* That's not what we asked...

Jaune: ... *Sigh* Everyone, i need help.

Nora: *now looking up at him, still hugging him* Now we are talking!