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[thewillowtree3]

IM 22!!!! ;DDD <3333 XDDDDD!!!!

I’m 22!!!!! ;DDDD <33333 XDDDDD!!!! I’m very excited to be 22 hehe. ITS GONNA BE PHENOMENAL!!! XDDDD!!!

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Young Headmaster Ozpin (which might or might not be canon): Is Ozpin an orphan? I don't think you've mentioned any family and it would fit with the character. Thanks

Hello!! Thank you for the ask!! I realize i’ve never mentioned Ozpin’s backstory one here, so now’s as good a time as any!

Ozpin had a father who left before he turned a few months old. His mother raised him in her clock repair shop (hence why he chooses his office to be in the clocktower.)

A few days before Nondescript Winter Holiday, Ozpin’s mother went out into a blizzard to go help the neighbors search for their kid, who’d gotten lost in the snow. She never came back home, and he hunkered down for a few days in the shop before someone came to retrieve him.

He’s told his mother died out in the snowstorm and that he’s supposed to go live with his aunt and uncle in Atlas. As he didn’t know them and didn’t trust them after some of the stories his mother had told him about his aunt and uncle, he instead decides to run away just before being sent off.

He went back to his mother’s shop and grabbed the present his mother was going to give him for the Holidays, taking only that before going back to the streets, knowing that the shop would be the first place people would come looking for him.

Ozpin wandered Vale for about a year, surviving with the help of a small group of homeless Faunus who didn’t mind taking him in. He fixed watches for small favors here and there and stole things the others desperately needed (along with the occasional box of hot chocolate).

One day, while being chased for his thievery, suddenly, the ghost of King Ozymandias pops into his head. Ozpin of course thinks he’s going crazy--same as Oscar did--until King Ozymandias has him go search for the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, who served as one as King Ozymandias’s generals in the Great War.

Ozpin reluctantly agrees and they head to Beacon. Turns out, the old General had died a few years before and Ozpin is tossed out of Beacon. He’s about to give up and head back to camp when a girl calls out to him.

It turns out that her name is Glynda Goodwitch, and she’d overheard Ozpin’s conversation with the professor before he was kicked out. She tells him that the General and previous Beacon Headmaster that Ozpin was talking about was her grandfather and that he told her everything about Ozymandias and his curse.

She devotes herself right then and things pick up from there

(some things i intentionally left vague in this post because i don’t want you guys to know them yet) ;)))

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[thewinedarksea]

... i just realized i always thought celine was fae too

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don't mind me just spamming you with likes bc you're not only friggin talented but your spideytorch is soft and im love them

I love when people spam me with likes please keep doing it, AND THANKS!!!! 

[shiroiitsune]

ooh sabe lustrar zapatos gerardito? kljkl

Uno de sus talentos ocultos (?)

[predakingrising]

Little attentions

(Continued from here)

“No, just right,” he sighs happily, his engines humming in chorus with his mate’s purring. Optimus helped to scrub the other’s plating in turn, admiring the soft glow of the candles as they played off of the predacon’s plating. Even in repose as they were, the other always managed to glow as warm as a forge fire in the Prime’s optics.

Situating himself in the other’s lap, his servos slipped behind Predaking’s own. He brought each clawed servo up in turn, rubbing his cheeks against the flats of his mate’s sharp digits. He pressed soft kisses to the palm, smiling. “Beautiful…”

“Referring to yourself?” He questions with a note of amusement, watching behind hooded optics and enjoying the attention reciprocated by his mate. Dipping down with Optimus still on his lap, Predaking places a kiss against their helm, sinking a little further into the oilbath before nipping at their neck cables with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Where fangs caught cabling, they were soothed over with his glossa and open mouthed kisses, slow and sensual.

“You should let me treat you more often...” He hums against their audial, letting his field reach out and meld with theirs. “Or let me treat myself to you,” it dips into a sinful tone, suggestive but not acting on the urge just yet. The smile in his vocals is quite obvious but it holds much affection, a kiss pressed to the underside of their jaw. “I am still of the opinion you taste better than any highgrade.”

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