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[stormflowerhonor]

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Ren knew that better than most people. Of course, he didn’t say this to the professor. “But you never know whether a decision is right or not until you make it.” He pointed out.

[ofthieveryandaddictions]

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Roman furrows a pensive brow; whether the other side held the same expression remains to be seem, however, he finds that irrelevant in the face of a rush of concern.

Nightmares are sordid things, he muses, twisting events which have either happened, have never happened, or will happen, and in that scope of nightmareish hellscape, it’s always difficult to discern between the three.

A hand plucks the mug from Ozpin’s fingers, his tired grip of a man ever-so-slightly defeated by his own exhaustion. He sets the mug gently down onto the table. Roman’s voice comes soft, quiet, and ultimately more careful than he thinks himself capable of being.

“Is there anythin’ I can do to help...? Because I’m not gonna lie, I’m not sure the sugar rush thing is doin’ it for you, Oz. Anythin’ at all.”

[rwbymotivation]

I'd like to give a shout out to the Mun of @chainedbytime @litliwolf and @serpentinehunter for not only amazing portrayals but also being a wonderful bean of a person who I have had the great honor of getting to know. Great work and writing all around and I feel like they deserve one of these!

[grcwingstrcng]

@chainedbytime​ sent:  ❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜ // Qrow

“ and yet, here i am. “ that is a whole load of bullshit. his goddamned semblance is literally bad luck. he brings misfortune, it’s what he does. maybe he’s not solely responsible for all the crap that happens around him, but he’s not blameless either. “look, ya don’t have to try and make me feel better ‘bout myself. it is what it is.”

[hecxteisbxck]

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ozpin was always good company. in fact, he’d stay there and listen to her read all day in foreign languages if that’s what she was going to be doing at the occult shop when he passed by. she enjoyed a quiet time like that.

when he asked her about the language of the particular spell she was reading, a soft smile appeared on her features. “it’s celtic. an often forgotten witchcraft but one of the most traditional and powerful. it’s all about connection to mother earth and its deities. it’s beautiful...”

[dorothyofremnant]

@chainedbytime​ || Cont. from X

“I’m just worried about this path that we’re headed down. Especially James... He said he wouldn’t become like Lionheart, but he did. He fell right into Salem’s hands... While Leo became a coward, James lost his compassion for anyone that wasn’t Atlas... I want to do what I can to help both Atlas and the people of Mantle, but I’m just not sure which is right... I just want to be able to save everyone...”

[silveredruby-a]

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Ruby wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or concerned that Ozpin was being blase about her misfire, but wouldn’t think of it for very long. What she should have been thinking about was why they were both out here this late in the evening. The air was brisk, but not cold enough to bother her.

“Sir, can I ask what we’re doing?” She stage whispered, glancing from left to right. “This isn’t what I was expecting we’d be doing for... this.”

Should she really have been surprised? Professor Ozpin vaulted first years into the Emerald Forest off of a cliff for initiation. This may have been the more ordinary of things to do for the Headmaster. Keeping Crescent Rose close, but safe from the risk of friendly fire, Ruby kept a closed space between herself and Ozpin. Stories of Grimm that picked on hiking parties that happened to be spaced out too far apart filled her mind.

Luckily the shattered visage of the moon was enough to light their way.

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A brief smile from Ozpin as she spoke, though he refrained from getting up from where he had sat before - his wounds acting up enough to prevent sudden movement. “I would like to think I merely gave you the push that you needed to make your future a better one.”

Blake huffed, a sound that could have been a laugh if it didn’t sound so hollow and broken.

“If that’s what you want to believe.” She settled on, taking a deep breath. “Where’s your teapot?” Blake asked. She knew she was leaving. She couldn’t stay, not when she’d done the one thing she wanted to avoid and put people in danger just by being around. And she was never one for tearful goodbyes. So instead, she’d have tea with Ozpin a final time before she left.

“You’re not going anywhere in that state, and I don’t think I’m needed for a while. So... where is it?”