PERHAPS VICTORY IS IN THE SIMPLER THINGS. @timeweld-blog - Tumblr Blog

if any of you guys are interested, you can probably catch me on my rwby oc a bit more frequently than on here for now. i’ll get back to writing things on ozpin soon enough but i wanted to get sigal up and running for the time being

#↻･ﾟ.* ━ ooc : out of time .

THE SUN LIES LOW ON THE HORIZON , its light pouring over ozpin’s frame as the sky paints his office a deep red . his gaze is fixed upon all that rests below him , a mournful and longing tug rising in his chest as the pieces of this carefully - crafted kingdom account themselves along with all that he has wrought . the individual soul that resides within him is nothing more than a time bomb , ticking until it bursts with brilliance on a whim that suits it and fading , later , to dust . this process is one that he is familiar with , but what he will leave behind , now , are things that he does not truly wish to part with : the bonds that have come to define him , that have come to bring him joy . these are the things , the relationships that ground him to the present , and they are what prevent him to desire to move forward ---- she being one of the two that he holds dearest .

❛ glynda , ❜ he says , his back turned to her and his words resonating , strong , though weary , ❛ there is something that i’ve been meaning to address with you . ❜

#( i should b working on an essay but here comes pain and suffering )#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#goodwytch #↻･ﾟ.* ━ thread : glynda goodwitch | 01 .

* GENERAL JAMES IRONWOOD.

thus, always to action. the stagnant wither, their still bodies the best prey for time. chronology is set in stone : its hands, its tendrils —

thin, prying things, prying for weakness, praying for weakness.

agitation bleeds beneath his skin, formulaic like a bruise. a purpling of the sentiment : he is all gray shine.

unwavering stone, infallible pillar.

beneath the ashen shadow of his warships, their warnings blur with him at his crown.

this immaculateness, empty of color — its metal body : a fervent reminder.

to speak of apology & say only satisfaction, the brim of his words shivering. to lift a finger to the sky & carve out the god of war.

❛ ozpin, this is the right thing to do. ❜

THOUGH THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK DRAW closer and closer to striking midnight , his resilience remains : an unwavering and sound voice of reason , of logic amidst a world nearing war . a subtle anger resides in him , one that burns as faintly as a match before it is tossed to ignite a fire . he is as much as a catalyst for change as the general , as much as an adversary for the coming days . . . though his hand is less iron and provides more of a gentle and guiding push .

he leans forth at his desk , fingers intertwined as he addresses the man , standing statuesque , before him. ❛ i understand your concern , james , but the people of our kingdoms still remain unaware of what is to come . bringing your fleet with you to the vytal festival does nothing other than strike fear in the students that have come to enjoy a celebration of peace and harmony between the governments of vale. ❜

#↻･ﾟ.* ━ thread : james ironwood | 01 .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#ironsleeve

THE FAINT AROMA OF RECENTLY BREWED TEA fills the room , reaching the open window that a crow had just so recently flown through , the flutter of its wings similar to the beating of ozpin’s heart ( something mortal that he is so often wont to forget ) . the beginnings of a smile grace his lips as he moves to pour qrow a cup of tea , pushing the mug towards the opposite side of his desk where a chair had been pulled up . his words are undeniably gentle , observatory , though the edge they produce may be considered teasing in nature . ❛ ---- you’re late . ❜

@crowfates / QROW BRANWEN .

#( you've been spared c': )#↻･ﾟ.* ━ THREAD : QROW BRANWEN | 01 .#crowfates #↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .

i’m jsut gonna fucking pour out my soul here in regards to feelings about time and how ozpin sees it and functions within it. so like.

idk it’s been described to me before that time is like a sphere. you can go through it but eventually it loops back around. like there’s the past, present, and future, and you always exist in the present but from the perspective of, say, someone outside of the time sphere looking in, it’s all one big thing. the present eventually becomes the past, the future eventually becomes the present, hence it looking like a sphere because it just keeps looping.

and that’s? how? ozpin sees it? he exists within the sphere of time but his perspective is solely based as if he existed outside of it. he’s never really focused on the present because the present is such a small and insignificant piece of an ultimately larger picture (the entire sphere) and therefore he plans and learns from history and past mistakes. he relies solely on the past and future because like. to him, that’s all there was and ever will be, and since he’s in some type of relative control of it, he doesn’t have to focus on the present like every human being is encouraged to do.

idk if that made any sense whatsoever but sometimes it wigs him out but most of the time he has it under control

#↻･ﾟ.* ━ ooc : out of time .

A SOFTNESS PRESENTS ITSELF IN HIM , one that is unparalleled by anything else he strides to display. its warmth is one that is shared by the steam from tea that they had discussed novels and tales over in days prior .

❛ with a bit of luck , i’ve managed to stumble upon a copy of the book you were looking for . ❜ he extends his arm , offering the book to her , its condition close to pristine . ❛ it has been some time since i have read it , admittedly , but i do recall enjoying it . ❜

@feintlike / BLAKE BELLADONNA .

#feintlike #↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ THREAD : BLAKE BELLADONNA | 01 .

* YANG XIAO LONG.

her smile, even if small, even if simple, sets the room alight. ❛ totally! now that i think about it, though . . . wouldn’t it be paw-dedness? ❜

A SMILE MIRRORED , although it lacks such a sunny vibrancy . ❛ i suppose that would be true ------ though , i do question the accuracy of such a statement . ❜

#↻･ﾟ.* ━ THREAD : YANG XIAO LONG | 01 .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#moltengolds

* SOMETHING KINDER.

You are growing, the hunger says. You are becoming. And with a fearful voice, she says, No. She says, I am not growing, you are. And to her dismay, the hunger laughs — her hunger laughs, its teeth sharp and smiling,

She has gotten used to the discomfort of a quiet fear, one that lurks in the crevices of her ribcage and bubbles at the back of her throat. It shivers in the gleaming of her eyes, obvious and ugly. Of course Oz can see it — her fear — whenever he meets her gaze, she knows this much.

Are we not the same thing?

She prays that he doesn’t ask, that he won’t ask. Leaning against the doorframe to his room, she casts a softened glance at her friend. Her voice is a smile full of teeth and nothing else. ❛ Ozpin, you have been wallowing within the confines of your own quarters for far too long today. Come, I have something I would like to show you. ❜ // @timeweld.

THERE IS NO SORROW THERE , no silent mourning or voice of regret . he , much like time , persistently presses forever forward despite the chorus - like voice of her hunger dragging behind with sharp claws and the simple murmur of : the worst is yet to come .

he glances up , two fingers resting on either side of a page of the book that he balances in his lap while the other hand holds a mug . there is a smile beginning to form , present in the way that his lips curve . ❛ i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it is that you wish to show me . ❜

#smallersoul #↻･ﾟ.* ━ thread : salem | 01 .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : something yet to be written down ( undetermined ) .

THE CLACKING OF HIS CANE AGAINST the tile of beacon’s halls comes to an abrupt stop outside of doctor oobleck’s classroom , the words ❛ bartholomew ? a word , if you would . ❜ spoken clearly and a sip taken from his mug before he continues walking .

@historre / BARTHOLOMEW OOBLECK .

#historre #↻･ﾟ.* ━ thread : bartholomew oobleck | 01 .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .

* YANG XIAO LONG.

and, with absolutely no context whatsoever, ❛ ’s pretty weird that all polar bears are left - handed. ❜ / / @timeweld

a blink followed by an inquisitive arch of a brow . ❛ is that so ? i was unaware that animals were capable of possessing a preference in handedness . ❜

#↻･ﾟ.* ━ THREAD : YANG XIAO LONG | 01 .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#moltengolds

THE PRECISION OF A CLASSICAL MIND IS A level of intelligence that resides in few , though it remains embedded in all that ozpin represents : an unnerving and relentless approach to all sources of strife placed before him . he is exceptionally methodical in nature , all elements of himself distributed evenly and logically ( much like the many gears of a clock working together , the sound of his cane hitting against the ground a noise as eerily familiar as its tick , tock , tick before noon strikes and its bell tolls ) .

cinder brings forth a different reaction , one that is far less systematic and much more kind in manner , one of an arrogance - induced empathy , a concern for her that cannot be labelled as either heartfelt or some tactic of manipulation . there is no ill will present in his words , although he still remains opaque , intentions yet to reveal themselves . ❛ i see that you’ve already made quite the reputation for yourself . ❜

@sovereigned / CINDER FALL .

#sovereigned #( I WROTE LIKE HALF OF THIS WHEN I WAS SLEEP DEPRIVED SO IF IT MAKES NO SENSE JUST LET ME KNOW AND I'LL FIX IT )#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ thread : cinder fall | 01 .

* RUBY ROSE.

‘ professor ? ‘ she’s not so much intimidated by him as she is fascinated, meeting his gaze with wide, hopeful eyes when given the chance to converse. there is something about him that piques her interest, a part of her that is somehow already familiar with him, & she can’t quite pinpoint why. ( perhaps it was because he knew of her uncle, seemed to speak of him quite fondly in the small moment he was mentioned during their first meeting. )

she bites her tongue for a moment, smile dimming into a more thoughtful expression. ‘ i was, ah … wondering if i could ask you something ? ‘ // @timeweld

A SMILE TUGS AT THE CORNERS of his lips , his gaze softening along with it , though the tone put forth does not share such a specific warmth ( though quite cordial in nature , it still adds to the overall enigmatic and unreadable aura he so often exudes ) . ❛ of course , ruby . ❜

there is a kindness that he extends to all of his students ( a wisdom that he is happy to provide when it is requested ) , but there remains a particular fondness reserved only for ruby , the product of an eagerness to watch her accomplishments and triumphs unfold as she grows as a huntress . it is due to all of this that he is always willing to listen . ❛ what is it that’s on your mind ? ❜

#( I DONT EVEN HAVE AN ICON YET BUT HERE U GO )#↻･ﾟ.* ━ thread : ruby rose | 01 .#↻･ﾟ.* ━ verse : i've made more mistakes than any man woman and child on this planet ( main ) .#petalscatter