#it feels quite poetic

[ace-in-a-very-distressing-hole]

had to explain in the most basic terms what nonbinary was to a six year old earlier. i asked him what he thought i was and he said “well you look like a boy but sound like a girl” so i said “well actually i don’t quite feel like a boy OR a girl. and this little bitch looks at me and just goes “so you’re a monster??”

well i’ll take that

hell yeah im a fucking monster

*monster mash starts playing*

#nonbinary #lgbtq #we’ve found the secret third gender #this is for all of us who have been equated by children to aliens and robots and Creatures and angels #it feels quite poetic #kids are so real for their perspectives on life #also i love how he was only confused about my gender because i have a more feminine voice #genuinely #his voice is probably higher and softer than mine

[gentlenotes-moved]

hi. does talking to your friends feel like a chore? does expressing affection to your loved ones scare the shit out of you? does the mere reality that people love you and want to be connected to you feel like a burden? you just might feel like you're putting on a performance! i mean, it's not like you really know who you are, right? after all, you're only doing what you've always known: hoping to find yourself through the reflection of others; hoping to gain love through convenience.

this act you play, it's tiring, isn't it? performing by the script that you've learned—well, the script you think will work. it's not like anything written is very original; everything written is stroked with the dark ink of your past, and penned by what other people seem to think is okay. you haven't really written anything yourself. whenever you do, it just feels like something goes wrong, perhaps you've hurt many people by trying to do so (including yourself).

so you play by this heavily edited script, and works! they like you, and you really like them. okay, so... now what? the script has ended; the play is over. alright, so know you think, well, they don't like me. they only like this script, this script i haven't even put myself into. this script only really contains the shards of other people, and is glued together with my faults and fears.

at this point, it feels like you're only reflecting whatever energy they're giving out to you. if they say they love you, you say it back. if they love the feeling of the autumn wind and the color brown, it's everything to you. they fill the husk of you with all of themselves to the point where you overflow. hey—hey. do you know who you are anymore?

your heart of gold is surrounded by many mirrors; you might have placed them there yourself, or maybe not. but you get to a point where this act and this echoing becomes exhausting. it's all you do, and it's really all you've ever known. it's not really others that feel like a burden, but yourself. you take your mirror and reflect, reflect, reflect. you try to turn it on yourself; you see nothing but your shadow, placed right behind where you should be.

look at me. i'm holding your hands and looking into your exhausted, yearning eyes. this hatred you feel for yourself, this rage... this feeling isn't shared by your friends or loved ones. i don't know how long you haven't known yourself, and i know you feel like you should want and need and love and hate certain things. these "shoulds" came from a place of abusive and trauma, and if it didn't come from other people, it probably came from yourself. so, please be gentle on yourself.

one day the brick walls you guard yourself with and the mirrors you use to reflect, they won't cause you harm anymore. it won't all go away all at once, but with time, you'll find yourself. it all won't feel so difficult, and things won't feel so scary. i love you, alright?

#mine #personal #reminders #gentle reminders #self care #healing #positivity #mental health #self love #self healing #self help #self improvement #encouragement #motivation #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled writing #sorry for the essay. i'm feeling emotional and poetic and frankly quite angry. #you know what? fuck it #poetry

[steinwayandhissons]

arctic monkeys and every time the word ‘love’ is mentioned

whatever people say I am that’s what I’m not

tonight there’ll be some love, tonight there’ll be a ruckus yeah regardless of what’s gone before

~ view from the afternoon

oh there ain’t no love, no montagues or capulets

~ i bet you look good on the dancefloor

all that’s left is the proof that love’s not only blind but deaf… yeah I’d love to tell you all my problem

~ fake tales of san francisco

she makes a subtle proposition, I’m sorry love I’ll have to turn you down

~ when the sun goes down

lady, where has your love gone, i was looking but can’t find it anywhere, they always offer when there’s loads of love around but when you’re short of some it’s nowhere to be found

~ no buses

well how can you wake up with someone you don’t love and not feel slightly phased by it

~ leave before the lights come on

favourite worst nightmare

it’s wrong wrong wrong but we’ll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble

~ balaclava

and those dreams weren’t as daft as they seem, aren’t as daft as they seem my love

~ fluorescent adolescent

there’s room for the trouble and there’s lovers to be had

~ this house is a circus

it’d be a big mistake for you to wait and let me waste your time, really love it’s fine, I said really love it’s fine

~ the bad thing

old yellow bricks, love’s a risk… houdini love you don’t know what you’re running away from

~ old yellow bricks

another roll around and another push and shove, further away from the idea of love

~ da frame 2r

the more you keep on looking the more it’s hard to take, love we’re in stalemate… you’re slacking love where have you been

~ the bakery

am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom

~ too much to ask

humbug

i had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat and my love dropped into the lining

~ i haven’t got my strange

suck it and see

i wanna feel your love brick by brick

~ brick by brick

do you still feel love is a laserquest or do you take it all more seriously… when I’m not being honest I pretend that you were just some lover

~ love is a laserquest

your love is like a studded leather headlock

~ suck it and see

jealousy in technicolour, fear by name, love by numbers… crushing up a bundle of love

~ that’s where you’re wrong

before she showed you how to shake love’s steady hand

~ the blonde o sonic shimmer trap

your love’s not what I need, so don’t give it to me

~ evil twin

am

it’s not like I’m falling in love I just want you to do me no good… the look of love, the rush of blood

~ no.1 party anthem

love buckles under the strain of those wild nights

~ mad sounds

I heard that you fell in love, or near enough

~ snap out of it

love like locked horns, love like dominoes… love like thunder, love like falling snow

~ electricity

I know you’re nothing like mine cause she’s walking on sunshine and your love would tear us apart

~ you’re so dark

tranquility base hotel and casino

love came in a bottle with a twist off cap, let’s all have a swig and do a hot lap… but it’s alright, cause you love me

~ star treatment

when true love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice

~ golden trunks

pattern language in the mood for love

~ the world’s first ever monster truck front flip

I wanna stay with you my love, the way some science fiction does

~ science fiction

the dawn won’t stop weighing a tonne, I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done, but I haven’t stopped loving you once

~ the ultracheese

the car

lights out on the wonder park, your saw toothed lover boy was quick off the mark

~ jet skis on the moat

put your heavy metal to the test, there might be half a love song in it all for you

~ mr schwartz

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #listen this was purely out of curiosity #there are so many poetic and imaginative ways in which alex describes love #i just wanted a tangible record of every time he just straight up uses the word #i was surprised that humbug only had one mention and even that was a b side but when i was making this i realised that it was such a #lyrically dense and innovative album and descriptions of love were more elaborate and straightforward #*less straightforward #(might make a separate post about that) #also found that the other albums were quite consistent except the car #i found it interesting that most of the songs aren’t actually about the same kind of love like the earlier albums were #the earlier ones use love as a nickname and portray the physical embodiment of being in love #and even in tbhc it describes this feeling despite there being slightly fewer mentions #but the car seems more like a goodbye album… not even about breaking up… just goodbye which is very…. #there’s no room for love in amongst the melancholia and introspection #and makes me wonder about his relationship with love at the moment #it seems very disassociated and immaterial like he has no interest in spouting poetics about love like he did before #and i hope he can rebuild that relationship #i could probably say more but im not going to bc this is getting way too long #cheers if you actually read this whole fucking essay #i spent way too long on this if you cant tell

[benoits-neckerchieves]

He is the absolute cutest 😭😭❤️❤️

Daniel Craig at the “Lara Croft: Tomb Raider" premiere, Los Angeles, 11/06/2001. Source: danielovemail on X

#hey rachel can i have him ok thanks #i’ll bring him back never #this is such a Him thing to do #do you think his kid made that for him? #or does he just like it? #i’m not sure which is cuter #i’ve been feeling a bit not great mentally and this has cheered me up quite a bit #but then he tends to do that #he’s like anaesthetic #creepy or poetic? #it’s midnight lucy please go to bed #daniel craig #james bond #007 #benoit blanc #knives out #glass onion

[slaycinder]

I told the Moon

“aren’t you beautiful” this morning,

and she hid behind the clouds

as if to blush.

🌒🌕🌘

#poetry #witch #witchcraft #cottagecore #moon #lesbian #mine #y’bitch is feeling poetic this morning #i’m in a relationship with the Mooooon #she really was quite stunning on this chilly winter’s morn #tagging this as lesbian bc what could be gayer than a witch hitting on the Moon

[dootznbootz]

opinions on helen of sparta being compared to prey animals? blink blink

*blink blinks back* Then immediately sits like this because of the question.

It's a good question that I'm happy to answer! It just makes me mad.... I sincerely hate the wording of "prey" being used to describe her.

SHE IS A VICTIM! THAT DOES NOT MEAN SHE IS "PREY"!

I can...see how people in ancient times may have used that word and still meant it in how she is a victim... but modern-day English-speaking people calling her that??? (considering how in different languages the word "prey" could have different meanings.) I'll just say that as someone who has been "prey" herself at one point, I REALLY hate that word as a descriptor. Just say victim or survivor. 👍

Honestly to call ANY victim "prey" is so fucked up. "Prey" to me, feels like "it's meant to happen." "Prey" are part of the food chain and so that's what happens. And to compare that to abduction and SA? Almost as if "that's our place"? It also kind of implies something being "eaten" or killed... Helen SURVIVES. She's traumatized and definitely needs healing and support but it's not like she can't find joy or peace ever again. Prey just feels so fucking gross.

Also, if someone calls victims "prey", I hope they know that Moose, Elk, Boars, Bovine, ZEBRAS, etc. are technically "prey". And these are VERY aggressive animals while still being "prey" for some other animals. And also that doesn't mean that "Oh, they're powerful! Clearly they should've been able to stop it." That's victim blaming :P

She is a clever, determined, caring woman who was ripped from her home for YEARS because Paris was a dipshit who decided he needed the prettiest woman in the world despite already having a wife. He didn't care about the fact that Helen didn't want to be there and was already married. He is so selfish that he will not let her go back even when THOUSANDS have died in the war! EVEN HIS BROTHER HECTOR AND PRIAM DO NOT BLAME HER! Granted, we do not know if Aphrodite would have let him undo their deal of "I want the prettiest woman" if he DID end up feeling bad for Helen and he wished to let her go home (I doubt it based on his personality though).

"Oh, if she is so independent/strong, then why didn't she just kill Paris and leave?"

AGAIN! Victim blaming!!! First thing, people who ask that have media literacy that is piss on the poor. You also have no idea about the political implications that would have happened if she DID kill Paris. She literally cries about staying there and argues with Aphrodite about seeing Paris, only to get strongarmed by Aphrodite as, guess what? A GODDESS WILL ALWAYS OVERPOWER A DEMIGOD. (This isn't Percy Jackson where he "killed" Ares as a 12 year old (Percy, you were my childhood, but that's bullshit.))

Even confined in Troy, she ARGUED with APHRODITE about going to see Paris! She is not some meek woman who just does as she's told with no pushback! She argued with a GODDESSS! Very few survive doing that!!!

She's not "Prey to fate", she's a "VICTIM of Fate".

#Thank you for the ask anon!!! :D It's a very fun question! I just really don't like the word of 'prey' being used to describe her. #... #Yes. there's poetic shit with writing. but if I heard someone say 'Helen is prey to Paris' I would be miffed and think that person's stupid #Prey just feels like 'one and done. You'll be a victim from now on and nothing else. You have no life after this.' #I mean you can probably say that if you simply mean that Paris is an abuser I guess. but...idk homies. I just really hate Helen being calle #that you know? #as if she could never be anything but prey in a way. as if she herself has never been the one pulling the strings or the trickster #Helen isn't a rabbit in an eagle's talons about to be eaten. She was a PRISONER. Who still lives and thrives afterward. #idk I'm probably looking too far into the word 'prey' and what it means to ME as an animal lover and survivor but it just feels #really bad to me. like wrinkling my nose and thinking 'out of all the words out there. that's the one you use?' #*sighs* #probably got quite fired up about this :P #ask #anon #yes I plan to write Helen as a big buff cheeto puff but again. she could never fight a goddess no matter how strong!! she's Mortal! #end of story!! I just want to write her that way as A.) it's fun. B.) Sparta upbringing. #(I got SUPER into ancient athletes stuff. (look up Pankration. it's so cool) and since I really love writing women. I just...like it :D #And no. everybody is strong in their own way even if they don't physically fight. I have plenty of women who are not fighters #but still have their own strengths and personalities and silliness #Leda actually doesn't like the 'exercising lifestyle of Sparta'. Ctimine loves running but that's it. Anticlea is the one who taught #Odysseus how to carve wood and is a 'trickster' but she's not really into athletic stuff. (she actually has a heart condition later on) #there's more too it but...tags are already long as hell #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #kind of #If Helen is prey then she is “prey” like those clever mother birds who pretend to be injured to get predators away from their nest. #*shrieks into a pillow* I'm fine now :D

[dilfmikelarteta]

#so we need to talk about a few things #first of all #how did I not notice the ring on his index finger before 🫠 #I’m quite literally a pile of mush???? over a ring ???? #that’s fucking hot #his fucking arms #the way they’re nicely tanned and you can see the outline of muscle #like his muscle mass is just right and he’s just yummy #but also the vein that’s so very slightly visible in his arm as well #like I’m just thinking about how that must pop up if he flexes his muscles #and by that I mean his hand around my neck #but that’s a thought for another day #the way he’s sat just has me feeling some type of way #could wax poetic about this picture #it truly has changed my life

[constantvariations]

As fun as it is to dunk on Griffon, I think it's also important to remember how he saved and constantly looked after V for his entire existence. Vergil would never have returned without the compassion of his nightmares

#devil may cry #dmc 5 #dmc griffon #listen i have a lot of feelings abt the familiars okay #griffon and shadow care so goddamn much abt V and its so fucking beautiful #its in their own ways being demons and literal manifestations of trauma but they care nonetheless #but griffon is literally the driving force for the first few chapters of VoV #sure its to save his own feathers but theres nothing to gain by roosting on Vs face to make him sleep lol #he also brings up a lot of points when they talk abt plans like what to do if dante failed #without Griffon bringing that up idk if V would have gotten Nero into the thick of it all #which also would have led to V not making it in time to merge w Urizen #idk theres smth poetic abt dante being the one to take down the demon half and nero being the one to save the human half #i haven't quite figured it out but it feels significant

[caffeinatedopossum]

My anxiety and depression feel like the ocean. Even when I'm not drowning in it, I'm having to fight to swim and it's exhausting. Even when I'm not swimming in it, it's still there, waves greedily lapping at my feet. It's always there.

I don't talk about it because there isn't much to say. Everyone already knows the ocean exists, yknow? Telling them it does just seems redundant.

Even when I'm sitting safely on the shore I can't stop thinking about it, staring at it, swaying where I stand because I've forgotten what it feels like to stand without the waves. Just waiting for the tide to rise again because I know it has to. Waiting for the ocean to disappear even though I know it never could.

#this wasn't meant to sound poetic or anything. jts just something i cant stop thinking about #anyway just some musing about chronic depression and anxiety #it never feels easier. it never feels better. its all just part of the cycle #all of my friends know. they all know what i go througj #and it isnt quite that they dont care. its more like its just routine to them #like 'oh opossum wants to kill himself? opossum cant take the fear and exhaustion anymore?' just another monday to them #all the while the people who have never been to the ocean before tell me to keep swimming. tell me it gets better #tell me to get out and dry off #because in their minds the worst its been was the deep end of a swimming pool #i cant hate them for not drowning with me. its not like i would do anything different in their place really #its just angering #because i have no way to make anyone understand #i dont want to be alone but i dont want people to drown with me #i dont know what to do and i never have #im always waiting for something to change #but no matter how many people come into my life with beach towels and buckets for hauling water #theyll never make the ocean shallow or dry me off

[locallyloathed]

That man is too powerful

#how did I sleep on Willard! for SO FUCKING LONG #maybe if he didn’t want me to project my personality disorder onto him he should write less relatable music #catch me waxing poetic at the zoo #‘animals are people too but these people are animals/Hunt in packs and act as if that proves we can’t survive alone’ #‘I’ve never understood what humans do or want/It’s quite confusing to me to try to connect’ #‘Never learned how I should feel instincts somehow stunted/Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect’ COME THE FUCK ON MAN #the man’s a schizoid your honor I rest my case #will wood #in case i make it #willard #against the kitchen floor

[blueish-bird]

sorry if I don’t remember your name or conversations/experiences or basic things about myself, every few weeks my brain gets factory reset and I have to relearn how to be alive

#lighthearted but also serious bc what is going on here buddy #been feeling weird as hell these past few months #like I can remember some stuff… but it doesn’t feel normal to forget the names of anyone I haven’t seen/heard the name of in a few days #or forget about basic interests and personality traits and experiences and feel like a blank slate every day #idk like ultimately life goes on and I’m happy to live in the moment but it would be nice to understand why my brain is doing this #just thinking #meposting #I think my brain just. does this sometimes when I’m stressed. which is annoying #I recall (lmao) feeling similar during earlier parts of life so this isn’t *new* it’s just unexpected and much more disruptive as an adult #I’m feeling better about it than I was. after like. acknowledging it. bc my mind has not always felt like a sieve it isn’t always this bad. #whatever #I’ll tag as dissociation just in case it’s related/reminiscent and ppl don’t want to see that #dissociation #me and her go way back… haven’t seen each other in years though #she wasnt all bad! coping mechanisms can provide relief and a sense of safety #and as far as coping mechanisms go it’s not the most unhealthy. though it ranks high in ‘socially stunting’ #I kind of miss the distance sometimes to be honest everything’s just So Much all the time #I’m so solid now #so stuck in the ruts of capitalism #fuck capitalism #I wish my imagination didn’t feel so dulled #sorry I love talking #and I don’t miss dissociation when I feel mentally present because I feel so Here with the people and things I love but rn? #it’s like a lose-lose bc I am not Here nor am I untethered. I’m heavy yet hold nothing #I enjoy being dramatic/poetic about it — I feel pretty fine. I just hope this isn’t a permanent and/or long-term state of existence. #like it makes me awful at my job I went from remembering a solid amount of the student body’s names (built up over a few years) to. like 5. #overnight it felt like. like Stressful Thing happened and I went to work and I couldn’t remember anyone’s names. #can’t believe I have to start from fucking scratch AGAIN I’d be better off quitting and working at a different school #bc at least then my lack of knowledge/remembering is justified rather than strange and seemingly rude #I’m getting better now but at the beginning of this it was blue screen in my brain all the time

[nuclearforest]

sitting here to myself reading old works and drafts only to get obliterated by what I thought was a super well written scene and now I wanna spread that joy in a tag game.

there are no requirements for the number of folks that can tag, but if you are tagged: know that the person who tagged you wants you to share three of your favorite lines/descriptions/scenes that you're written.

wanna give it a try? @rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth @hellogreyeyedathena @neet0 @corvidcrybaby @zestyaahbutler

3.

The minute parting of her lips and ruby red dust on her cheeks burn her expression into his memory and he knows that he’ll savor it over and over again. A big bad wolf and his sweet little bunny, living in their cottage in the woods with a floor of wildflowers. Better yet, it’ll be the same little spot that Briar teaches their kids the magic to weaving branches with flowers and Barrett will get to sit and watch over them, alert for threats to keep them safe. That’s almost as strong an urge as the hunt, now, and he wonders how he could ever deny it. He’d lay his life down for this woman without a second thought.

(May Day Celebration, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks Rotten)

2.

He follows not long after, trailing just far enough behind he can enjoy the way her skin seems to glow in the humid air before she takes a couple long strides and flings herself off the end of the dock. Contrary to his training and previously rigid life, he just dumps his clothes in a pile beside hers and follows her lead: taking wide strides until he reaches the end of the dock and vaults himself into the air, landing with a splash that swamps over her just as she surfaces.

Even then she laughs and they chase each other throughout the lake, strokes and splashes kicking up ripples that disturb the view of heaven overhead. He feels young again with her, cool water caressing his skin and giving him the illusion that, for one night, it was just them in their prime and all the privacy in the world in all the ways he’d craved before the violence of his life dragged him in.

(Midnight Dip, Claire/Hans, OCxCanon)

“No!” Briar squeezes his hand in hers, taking him seriously. “I’m knitting so we can curl up in it together. It's warmer that way.”

1.

His eyebrows push together and he wrinkles his nose at her, seriously questioning her judgement, before he gives up and decides it’s at least in his favor for now. “Are you knitting that blanket so that you can stay warm without me?” He cracks a dry smirk at his own joke.

“If you insist,” he says, smile falling back into neutrality.

"You're not going to make me leave soon, are you?" Briar’s hand in her knitting tightens.

It’s Barrett’s turn to squeeze the hand he holds. "No, you'll always have a spot in my den, bunny."

In Briar’s ears, the sound of the television drowns out and her heartbeat picks up. Her sweater and the half-made blanket in her lap are stiflingly hot and yet not warm enough. It leaves her fingers twitching and her gaze searching Barrett’s calm face. "Don't say that or I may never leave."

"All the more reason for me to say it over and over again."

(Dreams, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks again Rotten!)

#mun's snippets #caes is really feeling soft tn huh #yes these are all from romantic drabbles and im really sitting here in my feels #bunny briar #werewolf barrett #hellsing oc #briarrett #also in that last one they kiss after and i wax poetic about how its like seeing a friend again after far too long #but im not here to bore y'all with that atm it will come much later because this is like in the not quite middle of a story #and no this story is not being written in chronological order but it is stacked with somewhere around 30k strictly on OCs #and is an AU for what Rotten is writing hehe #so go give some love will u??

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

🥰

#im legit so happy today #vampling and i had such a nice night last night and i can't quite pinpoint what was different yet but something was different #and i just feel so much closer??? #its so lovely #i wanted to make some eloquent post about sapphic romance but imma be real here for a minute #im just so flooded with happy thoughts that the ability to sound poetic is gone #if anyone needs me ill be over here listening to andrea gibson #bite me

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

america (and maybe the world?) is in a period of cultural stagnation. it's difficult to deny.

many people take this as evidence of america's inevitable decline.

but i don't think that's the case. cultural stagnation isn't /necessarily/ indicative of decline. on the contrary, it often precedes a cultural renaissance.

the italian renaissance was, after all, preceded by the dark ages.

#i just find the idea of america suddenly collapsing inconceivable right now #america has so much going for it -- more than probably any other country in the world #if america is going to collapse most of the rest of the world is going to collapse long before it #but also i can't imagine a world where the current period of cultural stagnation lasts forever #something has to give eventually #and i think it would be quite poetic if it is again birthed by renewed interest in classical civilization #history has a habit of repeating itself anyway #and i know with new technologies we are going to be able to read and translate so many new ancient texts #like the scrolls from that one library in pompeii #i just think the idea of this high-tech society undergoing a classical revival could be very interesting #especially considering we're entering a post-christian world #just feels like we're primed for another renaissance #and maybe another great awakening and national rebirth along with it

[blujayonthewing]

keep thinkin about drawing elyss and june inspired by that "the wine dark sea and rosy fingered dawn should kiss" post but I'm vexed and torn between "elyss's natural skin color isn't dark at all" and "elyss disguised as a human isn't as obviously related to the sea, and also how and why would she even look like that in the crossover au"

#the vague visual in my head has Juniper kind of lit with that rosy early morning light #but elyss presented visually as a human rather than a genasi feels like it'd be losing the plot a little bit #her HAIR is quite dark but-- perhaps inexplicably-- dark green doesn't feel like it could be poetically described as 'wine dark' #the same way dark blue or grey could #and anyway her FACE is Shallow Water pale green or teal #I feel like the visual contrast would be better with dark skin but.... hm...... #HMM #about me #my art #my OCs #juniper #elyss #elyss and june

[rollforjackass]

i've been trying to figure out how everyone in good omens would translate as a dungeons & dragons character and so far i've got:

heaven vs hell = fey vs infernal. 'but why wouldn't heaven be celestials?' you ask. excellent question. that's for aziraphale and crowley to question, and no one in heaven to know for certain.

heaven, of course, assumes they Are celestials, because they've never met an actual celestial in person and have no reason to think otherwise, and if you so much as think that they might not be you're getting smited/smitten/smote, buckaroo.

adam young is a tiefling but his parents assume he just takes after someone way back on his dad's side.

the Them are a fighter (pepper), a wizard (wensleydale), and an artificer (brian). they are all still kids.

one of crowley & aziraphale is an oathbreaker paladin and the other one is a twilight cleric. so far i Think it's book aziraphale = cleric / tv aziraphale = oathbreaker, and book crowley = oathbreaker / tv crowley = cleric, but it could be the other way around. or they're both multi-classed. i have to think more about that before i decide.

#my argument for cleric aziraphale is: it would be Extremely funny if he's the odd angel out bc he's the only one Actually worshipping god #& one of the descriptions of twilight clerics says 'gods of twilight guard against the horrors of the night' which feels very angel of him #and my argument for oathbreaker crowley is that it would account for his profound sense of loneliness to have broken that oath #and ditching your oath feels a lot more like quitting a job than say. forsaking a god as a cleric #but Also cleric crowley is poetic if he's the odd man out in hell because he still loves god #& twilight clerics ensure that 'the darkness is a comfort not a terror' which feels like crowley shielding humanity from hell #and Also paladin aziraphale fits the flaming sword and it would be poetic to see his oath break when he decides to stop the apocalypse #i'm very devoted to paladin aziraphale as a concept bc i like to remember that he is a warrior. he just doesn't Want to be #anyway i love trying to transpose characters into their dnd versions it's always Such a challenge #i've done it with sherlock holmes. john constantine. and the triumvirate from star trek: tos so far and it's been immense fun #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #oxly hollers