Sooo here’s the third poem in the RWBY character study series: Ruby, leader of the team! Well, of RWBY at least (since I do plan on getting to JNPR as well). I found this one a tad more difficult to edit than I thought it’d be. Ruby and Yang are both characters that I find harder to portray despite feeling a fairly close connection with both of them. Not as much as Blake and Weiss, mind you… Blake was basically me growing up. Throw in Ruby’s “skipped ahead two years” and you have story of my life minus the bloodshed. Anywho, Weiss and Yang will be around eventually. Weiss is still in editing because I feel like it’s lacking something while Yang is just giving me trouble. I should have expected that… Gonna tag thelindsayjones here and yeah. (Also if you see this, I am so sorry… This is what I finally settled on and it’ll go through like five more edit, watch ><)
Once again, title above the cut, poem below it.
favourite character meme » seven scenes: “this is where all life began”” [7/7]
my friendship comes in 3 levels:
3) inappropriate sexual humor.
Sometimes I just right to inappropriate sexual humor, whether you’re ready or not….
And an Ozpin for rootbeerflotsam… It might be a tad outdated now that we know more about how much Oz cares about his students, but I still like it… meh.
Once again, title above cut, poem below. See here for a description of the RWBY character study poetry project.
So since I have no idea how else to send things to people… hazleapricot: since you favorited the tweet and it had “Tumblr?” at the end, I’m gonna assume that this is a decent way to send this. Whoops.
Anyway, I’m writing character study poems based on the characters of RWBY with a little twist: they all have an epigraph that’s a quote from the show that was not said to, by, or about the character the poem is for. The out of context quotes were fun to hunt for, and I have them planned for all of RWBY, all of JNPR, Oz (who is actually done), Velvet, Junior, Cinder, and Roman. In the works are Glynda, Port, Oobleck, Emerald, Mercury, Sun, and Neptune, who will get quotes as I figure out more about them or find a good quote for them.
In any case, this is Blake’s character study poem. Title above cut, poem under it.
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “I think your hair looks perfect today.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc.They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances… they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
I’ve been so gone recently. This is what happens when addicting new games come out *lookin’ at you, Destiny Beta »*
You win this time.
Mostly because it’s 2:30 and my eyelids are now at “no seriously let us not be up and active” mode and hi. :|
Watched the first two episodes of Sailor Moon Crystal aka the only two episodes out…
I forgot how much love I had for the original anime and the manga. I’m remembering now.
I’m also remembering how stupid it was that no one figured out that Usagi was clearly the princess. Headcanon: Ami knew the whole time, she just didn’t want to ruin the fun and/or was too quiet to say anything. (Rei probably knew too, but really, it’s Rei :P)
Side note: I need more Ami/Makoto in my life because that was my motha fuckin’ OTP when was I a kid. I was shipping that before I knew what shipping was. Fuck yeah, little kid me.