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    [Text: Dad?]: Yeah, I did.

    [Text: Dad?]: Thanks for checking in.

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  • #brokenclockwork#ask#answered #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ᵐʸ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵉ⊹ — ooc #headcanon!meme #// he's just not good at it #// Tai is gentle #//And James is meticulous
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  •   {  @brokenclockwork​​​ sent: 🌧🍻🏹 - leo  ”}

              - Spill my Muses’ Secrets -

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       >  “ A harsh request to ask. For the first, it’s.. my fault the Spring Maiden left. I insisted she opened the Vault for me to retrieve the relic early on under the request of Salem. The poor, sweet girl did, only for her to ask Jinn my intentions out of suspicion towards my desperation. She ran. It’s my fault she perished at Raven’s hands.

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      Oh, what whiplash. Well. When I was a young teenager, I had the horrible habit of shoplifting small items I wanted from stores without even asking before I even considered being a huntsman. I,, never got caught, but I do feel guilty for remembering my actions.

      A talent I wish I had? That’s a difficult question. I haven’t had the time to think about hobbies I have no talent for lately, or any at all. If I had one to pick, I would choose Ozpin’s talent for his work.

    #ℑ'𝔪 𝔑𝔬 𝔉𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔦𝔤 𝔗𝔬-𝔡𝔬𝔰. { Inbox Meme } #ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩! 𝔓𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢.. { h. Leonardo } #brokenclockwork
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  • #cloudy skies [mun speaks #[answered]#brokenclockwork
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  • @brokenclockwork

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    “Grace is just weakness
    Or so I’ve been told
    I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless
    But the blood on my hands scares me to death”

    #brokenclockwork #//You got I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young
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  • #brokenclockwork #;; satiated curiosity #HE'S NOT WRONG
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  • brokenclockwork replied to your post “VRY Important Announcement”

    Take off the shoes

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    “No.”

    #brokenclockwork#crack #((im ngl... this answer is PURELY out of spite at this point LMFAO)) #sora vc: 'how DARE u try to humiliate me u GIANT' #sora vc: 'YOU ALREADY HAVE ALL THE BLESSINGS OF THE TALL GODS' #sora vc: 'LEAVE ME ALONE WITH MY FEW EXTRA INCHES >:((('
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    hieu minh poetry prompts ! // no longer accepting !

    @brokenclockwork​​ said:

    ❛  i want to return to my old body  ❜ ozpin

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              James stares for a long moment, he can’t help it. Because he can’t help but wonder, which body does he mean? Ozpin’s? Some predecessor’s body? Or perhaps the first body he ever inhabited, before this horrible curse of death and rebirth with like-minded souls ever began?

              His brow knits together as he continues to stare. He isn’t sure what comfort to offer, or even whether he can offer any. False comforts were never his way, not with those he trusts. But Ozpin rarely shows this side of himself, rarely expresses any regrets surrounding his own immortal soul.

              ❝I don’t know if that will ever be possible,❞ he admits, touching a hand to his shoulder. ❝But no matter what body you’re in, you’re still you. Don’t forget that.❞

    #brokenclockwork #「♜」 answered. ⟶ ❝ no more surprises — i'm not sure i could take it ❞ #「♜」 ic. ⟶ ❝ you've always done what you think is best for the people ❞ #// here have more sads
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  • @brokenclockwork​ replied to your post: “Birb is just going to sulk and molt for the rest of the day, HMPH!”:

    leaves him a bowl of mixed nutts and berries

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    He wont knock over the bowl, but he’s also not going to touch it. He is sulking and no peace offer will change this.

    #brokenclockwork #its molt he's being a brat
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    hieu minh poetry prompts ! // no longer accepting !

    @brokenclockwork​​ said:

    ❛  don’t ask if i’m a ghost  ❜ oscar

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              But what is a ghost, if not a spirit that can’t move on no matter how much it yearns to? A spirit that remains trapped in an existence it never asked for? Ozpin’s still there, somewhere. Buried underneath flesh and bone, laying dormant in the back of a young boy’s mind. He’s there, and yet… at the same time, he isn’t.

                                                      Because he’s unreachable, unattainable.

              What is Ozpin now if not a ghost that James can’t pull back to the surface no matter how hard he tries to? A ghost that’s nothing more than a memory, a memory James only has access to fragments of? Fragments he can’t hope to put back together, not even with Oscar’s help.

                                  He wonders if Oscar prefers it this way.

                                                      Wonders if Ozpin prefers it this way, too.

    #brokenclockwork #「♜」 answered. ⟶ ❝ no more surprises — i'm not sure i could take it ❞ #「♜」 ic. ⟶ ❝ you've always done what you think is best for the people ❞ #// a little belated but here you gooo
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  • #[answered] #//actually i wanna noodle this now #brokenclockwork
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  • @brokenclockwork sent:  🍼 @ barty

    “I-” And into his arms went a bundled baby when he least expected it.

    Right. He knew the theory, support the head, arm behind the back. He’d held one or two children in his time, but he wasn’t well practiced with it at all. He looked down at the little bundle with a mild panic. They were small, with a tuft of brown fuzz on their head, and two little bumps on their forehead, which lead Barty to suppose they were perhaps ten months at least. 

    He looked up in confusion and not a small amount of alarm. “Ozpin, my dearest, you told me you were on a search and destroy mission, not adopting.” 

    #vox nostra; ic #a huntsman second and educator first; oobleck #brokenclockwork
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  • @brokenclockwork​ from Lapis Starter Call

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    It was just following the speech that Beacon’s headmaster had given and Lapis waited patiently for most of the other students to depart and split off into their social spheres before deciding to move along as well. He was one of the only students still in the large room who wasn’t talking to someone else now, slowly trudging his large frame across the room with his hands in his pockets. He shot a few disinterested and judging glances at the other students before sitting down at a far chair instead of leaving the room. Those hallways were going to be crowded and he would prefer to avoid that. Unlike most other students his age, he didn’t carry a book or a scroll or anything to occupy his time. He just sat and waited.

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