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me: has headcanons for oz from childhood up until he meets the original maidens

also me: has jackshit after that.

#| all seeing. all knowing. ; ( out of character. )

i hate @sacredvictory & @stavekind so much.

#| all seeing. all knowing. ; ( out of character. )#( PUNS. )

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whoo starter call

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slams all my urls in here

i love all your muses even though i’ve only interacted with one of them? i don’t know how you can keep up with them, or have the inspiration to do so, with how often i put out a blog, i can barely keep pyrrha active enough 8( your dedication is admirable and your writing is wonderful and the little headcanons you’ve given your muses are always nice to see.

#| treasures of the heart ; ( save )#( ♥ ♥ ♥ !!! )

it took me ten minutes but here’s a monarch wiggling his eyebrows for all your monarch wiggling his eyebrows needs.

#| all seeing. all knowing. ; ( out of character. )

@axewielded

“ peter-- why did you run, old friend? “ he taunts and teases the man he once called a friend, an ally with poisoned words tainted by a honeyed tone. “ you could’ve been so much more than this mortal form you chose to keep. “

#axewielded

masterozpinn-deactivated2016101

he takes a moment to just breathe, let himself relax his form just enough to reach out with a calm hand taking the mug that was offered. this monster man looked so much like him that it makes him shudder internally. still – it’s an interesting interaction to start off for him.

‘ – have I? I don’t doubt that, I’ve done too many things that I must have. ‘

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“ you’re a foolish, cowardly man, ozpin. “ he begins to speak, pausing for a moment ( but only a moment ) to regain the thoughts scrambled about his head. never once, would monarch think of finding himself before the very being who was responsible for bringing him to life.

“ you’re a lot duller and dense than i expected... allow me to explain it in words your frivolous mind can comprehend. i am you, and you are me. “

#sacredvictory #( i forgot how much fun playing this asshole is. )

whoo starter call

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his vision is clouded with what could be absolute fear as he stared at the form before him. It– he– whatever it was, held his own appearance but… far different. the sight makes Oz literally freeze in place.

‘ – you are quite… intriguing to say the least. ‘

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“ intriguing? ” the entity monster purrs out. an eyebrow is quirked, blood drying around the jagged fangs that protrude out from carmine stained lips. digits uncurl around the palm of his hands and there’s a quick blue flash as a two coffee mugs appear in his hands, slowly offering the other one out to the man who made him.

“ interesting you’d think so... after all, you’re the one who made me. “

#sacredvictory #( oooh boy. )

dulcetcerxse replied to your post:

Gimme ozpin HCs c:

cracks knuckles.

emeraude spoke in french, or the remnant equivalent of it, up until his mother died. it was after her death that he started learning a more common language from his father. it was also after her death that he chose to start going by his last name, rather than his first.

emeraude’s father was a very strict man. he worked in the fields all day, but he still took the time to educate his son. ( this was back during a time when education was the parent’s responsibility. ) his mother would teach him during the day, art, history, and things like that, while his father taught him math and science.

despite his father being a strict man and sometimes would disappear for months at a time due to his work, ozpin has very fond memories of his father. from the educating him, to the bond they shared in grief after his mother passed, to even his father teaching him how to farm and take care of the land.

by the time ozpin has become the wizard ( that in itself is it’s own headcanon ), his parents have passed. so he stays in the cottage he was born and raised in and tends to the land like his father before him until his bones begin to ache and tire. he’s content to live his immortal days out in that cottage in peace.

and then one day, he meets the first of four sisters.

#dulcetcerxse #| the attics of our minds ; ( headcanons. )

aaaahh i wanna talk more about emeraude’s childhood & his parents.

#| all seeing. all knowing. ; ( out of character. )#( i talked about his mom once but i still have so many headcanons about his past. )

chakraheir-deactivated20220208

" This whole time, I've blamed myself for that decision. "

So long- how can one live with themselves in such a state of guilt for so long? Ozpin was strong in many ways, Cerise was no fool. It only made sense that he had a side like this, one so delicate. She could see that the Headmaster held onto something so fragile and so precious as hope, as if it were not but a newborn, and he was doing his best to protect it from this worlds’ cruelties. She pitied him because while Cerise often blamed herself for all the trauma she too has gone through? It would never amount up to Ozpin’s pain. ‘Wise beyond your years’ was more than just a saying- she couldn’t even begin to imagine the events he’d gone through to get where he is today STILL feeling that lingering remorse. Cerise clasps their hands together, hers over his, and stares at him wishing she could take away that pain. “ It’s easier to say ‘move on’ or that ‘it wasn’t your fault’. I’m sure you’ve heard that enough. ” Placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, Cerise pulls away shyly before speaking again.“ It’s normal that you feel that way. That’s what makes you real- you have so much love and compassion to give Oz and you want to bare everyone’s burdens on those shoulders of yours. I get that. But isn’t that why you took on the position as Headmaster? So you can spread that knowledge from all of your own experiences? So that you alone don’t have to take on the hardships of this world. Even when things go south, you’ve always come out ontop of it all. Cherish what you’ve built here hun. It’s a good thing. ”

#| treasures of the heart ; ( save )#( aaaaahhhhh )

SCREAMS

“ why. “