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My high school did a yearly poetry recitation contest (Poetry Out Loud), so Oh Boy do I know some poems. My favorites are Ozymandias and "the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love," by Kara Jackson. Also in 8th grade we had a Poe unit and had a class contest to make the best music video of the Raven, so I still know a good chunk of that.
i hadn't heard of the kara jackson one! just read through it and enjoyed it, particularly these lines > 'grandma returns to her love like a hymn, marks it with a color. // when the world ends will it suck the earth of all its love? /will i go taking somebody’s hand, / my skin becoming their skin?'
#taking this as a challenge to see how much of ozymandias and the raven i can remember. no i'm not bored at work what gives you that idea#i bet ive got most of ozymandias. the raven may be a lost cause#i met a traveller from an antique land / who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone / stand in the desert. near them on the sand /#half-sunk a shatter'd visage lies whose frown / and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command / tell that its sculptor well those passions read#...something or other i do not recall / the heart that mocked them and the heart that fed / and on the pedestal these words appear /#my name is ozymandias king of kings / look on my works ye mighty and despair /#nothing beside remains. round the decay / of that colossal wreck . something or other#the lone and level sands stretch far away#decay of that colossal wreck indeed (my memory for this poem)#oh well.#once upon a midnight dreary as i pondered weak and weary / over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore /#while i nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a rapping / as of someone gently tapping tapping at my chamber door /#tis some visitor i muttered tapping at my chamber door / only this and nothing more#?? (it's downhill from here)#ah distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december / and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor /#something?ly i sought the morrow / vainly had i sought to borrow / from my books surcease of sorrow / sorrow for the lost lenore /#for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels .name lenore / lost to me forevermore#(then there is another stanza; bird-infested word bonanza / which i used to know at some point but do not know anymore /)#something something something door. darkness there and nothing more#oh it's the 'silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain / thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never known before' bit#anyway. deep into that darkness peering something stood i hoping fearing / doubting?? dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before#but the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token / and the only word there spoken was the whispered word lenore#(more missing chunks)#oh i remember 'surely said i surely that is / something at my window lattice' because it's such a stupid rhyme#bird time bust time idk#ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore / tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's plutonian shore /#a billion more stanzas i dont remember. except for 'prophet!' said i 'thing of evil! prophet still if bird or devil!#whether tempter sent or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore /' etc. wait you can only add 30 tags to posts now?? i had more raven chunks#ask#anon
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One more 'cos I am vibing ( plus I wanted the purple to be seen )
#[ 02 ] ── * VISAGE ( 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 )#[ 06 ] ── * AESTHETIC ( 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥 )#( it gives me... prophet of bhaal vibes ngl )#( plus i like the idea that alkas could've worn a mask too here and there. more so in the days of the absolute )
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@bloodsalted @ruinedmyself @loyaltylanced @loyaltyguided @alwaysaweapon @unbearablyindifferent @goldshadows
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:: The Prophet ::
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always the fool ... ft. @ofthclight .
#; im emo okay dont look at me#. ➹ › re : jacob the prophet ‚ he has stood a thousand years and has not faltered.#. ➹ › visage ‚ you will burn their kingdoms down. yourself with it ‚ if it meant their ruin.#my edits.
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tag drop part two .
#tag drop .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ love comes and goes but the big black dog he trails along ⌗ my gifs .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ so when my thoughts take off may i breathe deep ⌗ ooc .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ got a paper and pen and a page with no space ⌗ open starter .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ just moved to the city hope the noise drowns out the regret ⌗ playlist .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ so pack up your car ; put a hand on your heart ⌗ promo .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ let’s pretend we never met so i can disappear a moment ⌗ queue .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ i’ll love you when the oceans dry ; i’ll love you when the rivers freeze ⌗ save .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ do you remember drinking in the parking lot by the trailhead ⌗ scrapbook .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ say whatever you feel ; be wherever you are ⌗ self promo .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ jack white prophetic on my speakers we were going to be friends ⌗ starter call .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence ⌗ threads .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen ⌗ visage .#𓂅 ▶︎ | ⏸︎ | ⏹︎ 🎵 ⌢ ❖ dirt roads named after high school friends’ grandfathers ⌗ wanted plot .
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tag drop part two .
#tag drop .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ love comes and goes but the big black dog he trails along ⌗ my gifs .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ so when my thoughts take off may i breathe deep ⌗ ooc .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ got a paper and pen and a page with no space ⌗ open starter .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ just moved to the city hope the noise drowns out the regret ⌗ playlist .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ so pack up your car ; put a hand on your heart ⌗ promo .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ let’s pretend we never met so i can disappear a moment ⌗ queue .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ i’ll love you when the oceans dry ; i’ll love you when the rivers freeze ⌗ save .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ do you remember drinking in the parking lot by the trailhead ⌗ scrapbook .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ say whatever you feel ; be wherever you are ⌗ self promo .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ jack white prophetic on my speakers we were going to be friends ⌗ starter call .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence ⌗ threads .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen ⌗ visage .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ dirt roads named after high school friends’ grandfathers ⌗ wanted plot .#𓂅 ♡ .・ 📸 ✩ ° 。 ⋆ no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it ⌗ main verse .
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tag drop part two .
#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ love comes and goes but the big black dog he trails along ⌗ my gifs .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ so when my thoughts take off may i breathe deep ⌗ ooc .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ got a paper and pen and a page with no space ⌗ open starter .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ just moved to the city hope the noise drowns out the regret ⌗ playlist .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ so pack up your car ; put a hand on your heart ⌗ promo .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ let’s pretend we never met so i can disappear a moment ⌗ queue .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ i’ll love you when the oceans dry ; i’ll love you when the rivers freeze ⌗ save .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ do you remember drinking in the parking lot by the trailhead ⌗ scrapbook .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ say whatever you feel ; be wherever you are ⌗ self promo .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ jack white prophetic on my speakers we were going to be friends ⌗ starter call .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence ⌗ threads .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen ⌗ visage .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ dirt roads named after high school friends’ grandfathers ⌗ wanted plot .
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✘ tag dump pt . i
#out of the impala ;ooc#w i n c h e s t e r ;visage#leave a message ;memes#driver picks the music ;open starter#the family business ;ic post#this is the plan ;answered#baby brother ;sam winchester#trenchcoat ;castiel#the king ;crowley#trickster ;gabriel#morningstar ;lucifer#prophet ;kevin#red ;charlie#balls ;bobby#dad ;john#mom ;mary
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tag dump 2 / ???
⸻ in character ✦ give the humans fire & they will burn themselves to the ground ˎˊ˗
⸻ answered ✦ i have drunk the blood of kings ˎˊ˗
⸻ visage ✦ i have seen the fall of babylon ˎˊ˗
⸻ about ✦ the wrath of god & all his angels & all his prophets ˎˊ˗
⸻ dash games ✦ i am the god of all things ˎˊ˗
⸻ muse ✦ you already know how this will end ˎˊ˗
⸻ dash comm. ✦ fine . make me your villain ˎˊ˗
⸻ aesthetics ✦ i am the patron saint of your demise ˎˊ˗
⸻ music ✦ creation through destruction ˎˊ˗
⸻ clothing ✦ i am a burning fire . i am a violent tongue ˎˊ˗
⸻ drabble ✦ don't hesitate . bare your teeth . go for the throat . ˎˊ˗
⸻ crack ✦ GIMMIE TRIANGLE ˎˊ˗
⸻ desires ✦ crawl inside this body - find me where i am most ruin . love me there ˎˊ˗
⸻ one liners ✦ kneel before me ˎˊ˗
#⸻ in character ✦ give the humans fire & they will burn themselves to the ground ˎˊ˗#⸻ answered ✦ i have drunk the blood of kings ˎˊ˗#⸻ visage ✦ i have seen the fall of babylon ˎˊ˗#⸻ about ✦ the wrath of god & all his angels & all his prophets ˎˊ˗#⸻ dash games ✦ i am the god of all things ˎˊ˗#⸻ muse ✦ you already know how this will end ˎˊ˗#⸻ dash comm. ✦ fine . make me your villain ˎˊ˗#⸻ aesthetics ✦ i am the patron saint of your demise ˎˊ˗#⸻ music ✦ creation through destruction ˎˊ˗#⸻ clothing ✦ i am a burning fire . i am a violent tongue ˎˊ˗#⸻ drabble ✦ don't hesitate . bare your teeth . go for the throat . ˎˊ˗#⸻ crack ✦ GIMMIE TRIANGLE ˎˊ˗#⸻ desires ✦ crawl inside this body - find me where i am most ruin . love me there ˎˊ˗#⸻ one liners ✦ kneel before me ˎˊ˗
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tag drop part two
#tag drop .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ love comes and goes but the big black dog he trails along ⌗ my gifs .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ so when my thoughts take off may i breathe deep ⌗ ooc .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ got a paper and pen and a page with no space ⌗ open starter .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ just moved to the city hope the noise drowns out the regret ⌗ playlist .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ i got dreams but i can’t make myself believe them ⌗ promo .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ let’s pretend we never met so i can disappear a moment ⌗ queue .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ do you remember drinking in the parking lot by the trailhead ⌗ scrapbook .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ every photograph that’s taken here is from the summer ⌗ self promo .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ jack white prophetic on my speakers we were going to be friends ⌗ starter call .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence ⌗ threads .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen ⌗ visage .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ dirt roads named after high school friends’ grandfathers ⌗ wanted plot .
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I'd tell your fortune, but the words don't rhyme.
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RAM. ( tag dump )
#last one i swear#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀THE⠀PROPHET.⠀(⠀ic ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀CHOIR⠀OF⠀ANGELS.⠀(⠀hcs ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀SECOND⠀COMING.⠀(⠀aes ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀TEMPT⠀FATE.⠀(⠀study ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀BURNING⠀LIGHT.⠀(⠀visage ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀CELESTIAL⠀WONDER.⠀(⠀wardrobe ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀HIGHER⠀PURPOSE.⠀(⠀wishlist ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀AGORAPHOBIA.⠀(⠀music ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜#﹠.⠀⠀ —⠀ ⠀BIBLICALLY⠀ACCURATE.⠀(⠀memes ;⠀ram.⠀)⠀❜⠀⠀ ♯ × . ❜
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What is under an anon's sunglasses?
The fact that you yourself are anonymous but do not know is the most horrifying idea to me. Imagine a zero-dimensional (digital) being, a mere disembodied spherical reminiscence of a head wearing sunglasses and behind the sunglasses are no eyes and they have no hands to feel so they themselves go to ask a liar-prophet what exists behind their sunglasses because they know though he will not tell them the truth, they know it won't matter because they themselves are not a real being but a mere avatar for the question of another thing, a real-brained creature amusing itself.
You who asked- You are God to your anonymous visage and you do not know, nor do you truly care to know, for the existence of your own less-dimensioned face is merely a joke to you.
You are a cruel god, and I am but another game to you like that of your own creation. Was it truly any different from Christ?
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Challenge Time!:
We know that Neoptolemus, according to some sources, started his trip to Epirus to start his own legacy and kingdom along with Phoenix and also his newly acquired slaves; his concubine Andromache and Helenus the prophet. However old Phoenix dies along the way and Neoptolemus has to stop and offer him a burial before continuing
So the challenge goes such:
Neoptolemus genuinely crying over dead or dying Phoenix showing there is still some emotion and emotional connection under the Visage of warrior and king and our psycho that we know.
For me Neoptolemus is kind of associated with blood and the color red (surprise haha), not in a sense of active battle, combat and injury resulted from it but “blood on your hands”, unnecessary violence and innocent casualties.
Just to justify why I have to add it all the time while drawing him.
Oh yes and cameo from Helenus and Andromache.
#the iliad#tagamemnon#homer iliad#greek mythology#neoptolemus#doodle#andromache of troy#helenus of troy#trojan war#digital art#my art#digital illustration#artists on tumblr#iliad the manga#manga page#comic page#pyrrhus
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[ “PATIENCE” ]:
Give me one more sigh to the top of the mountain—baby, roll those eyes to the top of the mountain. Close your eyes, be patient, it's coming! All my dreams have been weighing me down, like an anchor to my bed.
— BAD SUNS
It’s only a second—a split second—but in that moment Jason wonders who has dreamt up Nico Di Angelo before.
It’s not strange for godly children to be granted prophetic visions, or omniscient images from a greater force not buoyed by themselves—Fate, a god, the recesses of their own trauma, what have you. But—no. Jason wonders who else has dreamt of Nico, not as a distant figure blotted out in the plotted landscape of some prospective quest, or as an omen of all things foreboding and unknown, but really dreamt. A real dream.
The Nico in front of him—for this split second, mind you, and isn’t this second stretching longer than any second before—has his face upturned to the wind, and his eyes closed to the sound below them. The city sprawl, honking and screaming and polluting the air with its babble. Jason can barely hear it now, can only observe with a sudden micro-awareness the thinness of his fingers and the delicate bones of his wrist as he extends them. The skull ring glints there, the darkness of the band cutting into the pale of his skin like a shadow cast, and Jason remembers, dumbly, Oh, yeah. Summoning the dead. There’s a lot of that in Chicago.
Jason doesn’t care about scrape of skeleton bones clawing themselves out of asphalt or the lingering of unresolved souls. Instead, it’s the feathering of Nico’s lashes against his own cheek, the downward slope of his mouth, sharp jut of his jaw belaying a quiet softness to his face that was easy to miss. For someone as unsubtle as Nico, it seems that it’s easy for a lot of people to miss crucial things such as this. By the time Jason had started noticing, he just couldn’t stop.
Nico exists, sometimes, as if he is not entirely of this world. It’s not a stretch for some godly children, a child of Death especially, but with Nico it has become increasingly more evident in the little moments, the subtle gestures. Maybe it’s Jason’s own godly genes—he can almost feel the texture of the wind against Nico’s skin as it kisses his cheek, the inhale of air—or maybe it’s just Jason. Freakishly detail oriented Jason, who stares at his ceiling at night, awake, but doesn’t dare toss and turn, who pours over blueprints and Lego models in his spare time and fixates on this kind of thing.
That’s the kind of thing Jason sees in his dreams, the image that flickers under his eyelids between memories of a life half lost to him and a visage of what comes next.
#jasico#nico di angelo#jason grace#PJO#riordanverse#percy jackson#hoo#percy jackson and the olympians#my art#it’s just Jason forgetting how to breathe for a second. you know as one does#I haven’t figured out how to draw jason yet not really#not even Nico for that matter#also I’m biased but like every bad suns song ever makes me think of jasico
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