ancient room


Some works from Anton Muragam. He took my art mentorship for 8 Weeks and got many new portfolio pieces. He chose a mini project “ a lost city adventure”  and a style and I did my best to help him bring his creations to life using his full potential 

Setting Aesthetics for the Types

Based on people I know, stereotypes, and cognitive functions.

ENTP: A comic book store. The International Space Station. Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park.
INTP: A museum at night. The Space Needle in Seattle. A telescope on an apartment rooftop.
ENTJ: A game of chess in the park. Pike’s Peak. The head of a long dining table at Thanksgiving.
INTJ: Physics and chemistry laboratories. Secret passageways in old buildings. A sealed vault.
ENFP: A poetry slam. Ancient Aztec ruins. A room full of decorative, metal-framed mirrors.
INFP: A window seat in a library. A small countryside chapel with stained glass windows. A canopy bed in a cluttered bedroom.
ENFJ: Making snow angels in a park. A birthday party with lots of balloons. A pay-per-view telescope at the beach.
INFJ: The Notre Dame Cathedral. Cloud watching on a grassy knoll. Watching the roe deer in the Hallerbos forest in Belgium.
ESTP: An arcade. Hang gliding over the Grand Canyon. Labeling arteries in a cadaver lab.
ISTP: On a motorcycle in the city at night. Sheer cliffs with waterfalls. Jigsaw puzzles by the fireplace.
ESTJ: The labyrinth of Versailles. Rehearsing in an empty auditorium. The top of the Statue of Liberty.
ISTJ: A subway station early in the morning. The archives of the Library of Congress. A well-worn path through twisted woods.
ESFP: Snorkeling at a coral reef. Fashion week in New York. A performance of Shakespeare at The Globe Theater.
ISFP: Botanical gardens. A blanket fort in the attic. The Santa Maria Cathedral in Florence, Italy.
ESFJ: A picnic in a park with kites. A bustling marketplace with fresh food and flowers. Feeding lorikeets at an aviary.
ISFJ: A petting zoo with baby goats. A meadow of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. Studying at a familiar coffee shop with a house band.

HERCULANEUM- A room from the “House of the Black Salon.” This ancient room displays eloquently rich colored frescoes, a detailed mosaic floor, and a lararium in the backroom.

Home (Sirius Black Oneshot)

I wasn’t planning on posting this now but then I reached a thousand followers!! Woop!

Anyway, this is super, super long, but I’m actually really proud of the way it came together. I hope you guys like it and I’d love it if you could reblog!

Much love! X

Requested by potterheaded-demigod. Hope you enjoy!

“Sirius?” Harry asked his godfather, quietly, as he fingered the golden crest of the dresser they were meant to be cleaning. Molly had only just finished getting rid of the Doxy’s that resided in the library of Grimmauld Place, and now it was Sirius and Harry’s job to scrub down the ancient room until it looked ‘spick and span’, according to the motherly witch.

“Mhmm?” The older man replied, not taking his eyes of the task at hand.

“I, er… I was just…” Harry took a deep breath, flattening his fringe to his forehead like he always did when he was nervous. “… have you ever been in… in love?”

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh and glanced down at his godson: the amusement clear in his eyes. “Merlin’s beard, Harry… why on earth do you ask that?” A small crease had appeared in his forehead, Harry noticed, as the layer of dust coating the dresser vanished with a wave of his wand.

“Well, I…” muttered Harry, his cheeks going the same shade as Ron’s ears. “I don’t know. I suppose I was just curious.”

The truth was, Harry sometimes felt, although he loved Sirius dearly, he didn’t really know much about his only remaining family member.

Understanding leaked into Sirius’s eyes, and he nodded firmly. “Right. Of course. Of course you should be curious. I mean, it’s not like you have other people to talk to about…” He glanced at the boy. “Right. You should know these things.” Sirius brow furrowed for a moment, and he got a faraway look in his eyes. For a moment, Harry thought he could see a glimmer of something in them- he wasn’t sure what it was- but then his godfather blinked and it was gone. If there was one thing Sirius was good at, it was hiding what he felt, Harry thought. But then the said man smiled down at Harry, his eyes twinkling.

“Well, I suppose… there was one girl…”

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The Secret of The Ancient Maze

While secret angels watch my steps 
I walk inside a maze at night
I`ve heard about an ancient myth
excitement grows, so I turn right

I find small cracks in glossy walls
the maze it lights all by itself
how could this be? Inside this cleft?
I walk and wonder, then turn left.

No, right it was, or how was this?
I get confused by all this “same”, 
all cracked up walls, although in light
I start to feel the loss of bliss.

How could I think that this was smart!
Or wait a minute - never did,
just heard this myth and wanted more,
it speaked all clear and bright to heart.

And now, the longest passageway, 
in endless steps I walk again
and maybe now I wished I stayed
in velvet bed, escaped from rain.

But here I am, oh well I might 
as well begin to find the trail
I dreamt of clouds and ancient arts
and in this room: I found The Grail.

But now I heard this strangest noise
a growl or something from within
it was like screams from forest depths
and I`m quite sure it`s not my kin.

I want to turn, to go back home,
but all behind me stops to glow
It`s like I need to see and choose
what`s done is done, and now I know. 

So choice is made, I have to walk
towards this creature in the night
although the screams get to my bones,
I walk with safe and loving light.

Oh my, these walls! But finally!
I get to see an end in sight,
and now, this ends quite frightfully
my meeting with the darkest night.

And there it is, this beast of old
it searches in the open air
a beast like this with feet of mold
with dirty, smelly, ugly hair.

It senses me, yes this I see,
but now it`s quiet as myself
it`s like it asks me of my plea
it hurts and cries - like inner self.

At end I dare to get it close, 
it`s blind, it doesn`t see me there,
but oh, it senses and it knows
and in its eye I see a tear. 

I touch its head, and then I feel,
this growling deep inside of me
a sorrow lost, I need to kneel
I need to set this feeling free.

And now the beast, it starts to glow,
its eyes can see the sights again,
and I feel inner peace and flow
and heavy, healing, pouring rain.

The secret angels reappear
and give me smiles of warmth and love
they free the beast from chain and snare
and then return back to above.

At last I stand, alone in maze
I thought was meant for Holy Grail
but all was test of inner praise
of mind and body, although frail.

The Secret of The Ancient Maze
poetry prompt #daretowrite @inkstay, “lost in a maze”

Zimbits Teacher AU

Every Now and Then

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 11,200

Pairing: Jack/Bitty

Written for: THIS prompt, for the 1,000 fic fest  (see ao3 for full warnings/tags)

Summary:  Jack Zimmermann is not impressed that part of the budget that year is going to a new class on baking. He’s even less impressed with the bow-tie wearing, pie-baking southern sunshine of a man who isn’t bothered by anything. But when Jack needs help regarding one of the players on their High School Hockey team, Jack is left with no other choice than to ask the other teacher for help. When Jack realises their pasts are not so dissimilar, he realises he might have been wrong about the other man all along.


The elective corridor was on the third floor, and from what he recalled, the ancient home-ec room which had been sat empty for years, was at the very end. The third floor always had a sort of manky smell to it, but as Jack got closer to the room, something sweet and almost cinnamon drifted toward him.

His eyes widened when he realised it was the smell of pie.

Fucking pie.

He squared his shoulders and reached for the door, and pulled it open.

The room looked like it had been renovated, and there were six ovens, all of which looked to be new. The counters were sparkling clean, and at the very front of the room stood the blonde teacher with the bow tie, rolling out what looked like pie crust onto the marble counter.

When Jack entered, Bittle looked up, and his eyes went wide with surprised. “Mr Zimmermann. You were just about the very last face I thought I’d see.”

Jack cleared his throat as he manoeuvred his chair through the cooking stations, and came to a stop a few feet away from Bittle who put down his rolling pin and leant his elbows on the counter. “Sorry if I’m…interrupting,” he said in a halting tone.”

Bittle waved a thin-fingered hand, chuckling lightly. “Don’t be silly, hun. I could bake pies in my sleep. I’m just trying to see if I can get this recipe to bake in forty-five minutes since we really don’t have enough time to dedicate to all this.”

Jack raised a brow, then nodded. “Um. It smells…good?”

“Are you askin’ me or tellin’ me?” Bittle chirped.

“I don’t like pie,” Jack blurted for what seemed like the thousandth time in two days.

Bittle merely laughed. “That’s because you haven’t tried any of mine, Mr Zimmermann. Now I’ll be happy to share a slice of the one comin’ out of the oven in exactly five minutes and nineteen seconds. Until then, is there something I can do for you?”


Solas came back and they all went to disney world to ride the teacups. [solas greatly dissaproves]
 Why are they in disney world?   idk fight me

the world is ours to take (nc-17, 2.9k)


A cold mist drapes itself over the parking lot, heavy and thick, the sun not yet high enough in the sky to burn it away. It changes the bright red motel room doors into a faded, muted burgundy and hides the dirt and scuff marks that smudge the beige stucco walls. Salt hangs in the air, carried by the icy wind, and with it a bitter, briny tang that burns the back of Dean’s nose.

He should have stayed in bed.

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