blake rome

Lights on the water:
gold on blue on white.
Vines curling around
castle walls.

An hourglass filled with
rubies. Time slipping
away, watching empires
crumble into dust.

Daylight breaking over
ash-filled skies. You and I
at the top of the world.
Waiting, waiting.
The Earth trembling
beneath our feet.

Our handprints in stone.
Footprints on the forest floor.
A palace on a mountain
going up in smoke.

You and I at the ground floor.
Watching, watching.
A kingdom spiralling around us,
everyone shouting our names.

Wildfire in ribbons of red.
Saltwater in waves of blue.
You and I and the sky.

Starving Artist AU

Here’s another RWBY AU y’all. This one I’ve been talking to theivorytowercrumbles about because of a post they reblogged. So, let’s get this rolling!

Weiss is a Trust Fund Baby trying hard to do the “starving artist thing” in Vale as a sculptor. Specifically she primarily does marble carving (ostentatious little shit isn’t she) and switches it up with clay once in a while. Mostly Weiss winds up carving fancy paper weights for CEOs in order to pay for the refurbished Warehouse she, and the Xiao Long siblings, are living in. Yang gives her shit for “selling out” until Weiss points out that if it wasn’t for her they’d be sleeping in parks instead.

Ruby is a tiny hyper bundle of Mad Engineer. She’s always building things from various kinds of scrap metal that are often animatronic. Occasionally there’s material switch ups with pvc pipes, clay/ceramic and wood mixed in but, for the most part she shines with making monsters of metal. She’s also very prone to underselling her pieces because, like Yang, its more important to have her work seen than paid for. Sometimes she caught in a whirl of new types of art that she can fold back into making her pieces all the more unique and fantastic.

Yang doesn’t have a specific niche artistically; well maybe Abstract in the broad spectrum. Yang’s particular area of the warehouse’s bottom floor is an ever changing enigma. She’ll paint, carve, sculpt, dance, create weird “avante garde” music. And has actually acted in local musical/plays and whatever art film shenanigans Coco’s been up to. Yang is always finding and learning new and varied forms of art. She also drives Weiss up the wall with her mess and constant blaring of any form of music (but La Vie Boheme from RENT in particular is a favorite).

Blake was a Theology major at a college going for priesthood in the Catholic church before Political Reasons caused them to have to abandon this particular path. Since then they have become, in Ivory’s amazing words, a wandering tattoo artist who gives semi-priestly advice. Blake is also covered in tattoos themselves. Notably, they have the map of Heaven and Hell from Dante’s Inferno covering their entire back. Most of their tattoos haven’t be fully decided but its agreed that they have the angelic Thrones somewhere as well as imagery in regards to St. Sebastian given his gay icon status. They’re completely fluent in Latin and often use it to make snide remarks without anyone knowing what’s being said exactly.

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anonymous asked:

Modern au: history professor Bellamy & student Clarke!

I know I saw something v similar to this somewhere so I tried making it a lil different. Hope you like it!!

When he was in law school, Bellamy had seen teaching as a death sentence. “Those who can’t do, teach,” after all, and after all the studying and coursework and student loans, it felt like a waste to not become a lawyer. But after passing the Bar and starting at a small firm near where he grew up, it took him six months to start hating everything about his life.

As he walked up the front steps, he almost felt nostalgic, even if the building was on the other side of the country from the schools he’d attended. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that he hadn’t wasted the last four years of his life. Almost.

He stepped into the lecture hall and made his way to the front as the students started trickling in. He felt his heart rate speed up a little as he saw how full the class was getting; he hadn’t expected an 8am class to be so popular, especially when there was another section of this class offered at a later time. He took a long gulp of his coffee and set his briefcase and travel mug down on the desk, before turning to the class with a wide smile on his face. “Good morning, class. I’m Professor Blake; let’s talk about Rome.”

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