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#izuru kira#thats all thats the post#actually no im here to say to the 3 ppl who care that this could be read in akons voice and it would be in character#i have planned out his backstory and it is ouchie
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an angel and a demon (poetry)
i. an angel and a demon stand on top of a wall. they are enemies yet each is reaching for the other before they know it, black and white feathers mixing as the sky eclipses into rain. the garden of eden is dark for the first time.
ii. they have not met again since the first rain, but have each watched innocence and purity fall upon the blunt sword of rock until the red blood paints the sky the color of hell. this time the rain comes heavy and thrumming as humanity wages guerrilla warfare with heaven.
iii. this time blood is painting the wooden oak of trees upon barren ground that has seen no life for years. hammers sound through the air, disordered and the people are rancorous. the angel finds no comfort now in the feathers of the demon.
iv. palatial temples march along the streets, horse-driven dust and heavy liquor air guide the angel to a popina of worn ivory stone. there is the demon, smug like a daylily’s bloom, glowing in an angelic light that shouldn’t have reached him. he is the original sin, the vice that the angel can’t seem to hate, the center of his gravity. a temptation that never truly fades.
v. fog and hazy forest bark enclose them, the black knight and the angel, the demon and the angel, the friend and the friend, swords never drawn, defenses never up. the angel knows this is a direct defiance, he is stepping into a pentagram, he is dancing so close to the line yet never crossing it, and perhaps he never will until it’s too late for him to walk.
vi. they are romeo and juliet, always push-and-pull, like the moon over tidewaters that it can’t control. coiffed hair and collars meet. temptations too convincing to resist, and yet the angel knows it was no temptation it was himself and his own tempting.
vii. a falling out, a falling demon, a falling piece of paper in St. James’ Park, too far to reach out and touch but burning nonetheless. a final game of poker before things go pear-shaped perhaps, but the angel still storms away, a thundercloud of erratic anger. The water shaped suicide pill hangs heavy in his pocket.
vii. bombs like fireworks in the night erupt, volcanoes forming deep within the angel’s stomach, and the consecrated ground burns the demon’s feet as he laughs away fear for the sake of his angel. thinking he’d rather not think, thinking he would like to rip off the wallpaper in his brain that shows that angel’s face, waltzing in the ashes. demons don't feel like this, he tells himself. yet it stays the same, yet it is not true. yet, his imagination is not enough this time.
ix. a crossing of hands, brushing but not finding purchase, and a familiar fire that the angel can’t quite smother. you go too fast for me.
x. a lift home that becomes dinner at the ritz that fades into wine at the austere bookshop where each corner has a dusty memory that the angel can’t bring himself to relive because they all include the demon who has planted himself so firmly in his heart, twisting roots that are too tight for the angel to let go. that fire burns again, so deep the angel has to drown it out with wine.
xi. alpha centauri, or andromeda. it doesn’t matter to the demon. the stars are his roadmap, his path home. the angel doesn’t understand that all the demon wants is for him to be safe.
xii. the bookshop is burning, each book a meteor hurling itself into the demon’s heart. he screams and curses god, or satan, or someone who is listening to anyone on this forsaken planet. his words feel like heat, like living fire, and it joins the burning torch he stands inside of, feeding the dying sparks of hope still left. he cannot laugh. he is a withered flower, black petals drooping. he needs some wine.
xiii. the airbase is breaking cement and asphalt, fire in the sky and in the earth and everywhere. their hands meet.
xiv. the ritz once again, chandeliers illuminating the room as if in a dream. champagne bubbles rise up in the angel’s throat. to the world.
xv. and the demon, in that daylily way of his, smiles. to the world.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#good omens season 2#good omens poetry#help this is so long#this took ages#so many references#hehehe#but yup#thats all thats the post#enjoy#poetry#poetic prose#free verse poem#short poems#my poems#original poem#poems and poetry
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jessica mew.
#thats all thats the post#jessica drew#across the spiderverse#atsv#spider man across the spider verse#spiderwoman#its meant to be like meows morales
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Juno "A Lady Learning to Manage His Depression" Steel
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Thinking...Thinking....codependent italy brothers <3
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#thats all thats the post#im So Easy for imperium vega its ridiculous#i liked him fine before all this but like. now its. now its a little embarrassing#‘yes baby call my heartbeat soft and plaintive again’ ????? idk#bring warden back so i can pretend i have a backbone#rowan rdv
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Ngl, saw the Snow Blind (MK) trailer,,,and this is exactly what I needed to be pulled into this hyperfixation of mine again fr
Mortal Kombat fandom here I come (be scared)/j
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,,,scrybe Luke
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stranger things but if it was written by the fear street team
#thats all thats the post#st wishes it had/wants praise for the shit fear street actually did but without fucking committing and doing it right#this is a fear street love only space#i keep hoping st will be more than what it always ends up being -_- it couldve been incredible
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yknow i dont go here but sometimes i gotta go: seriously respect clowns. they have the worst pop culture representation in the world and also the best most thorough honor code. they're just here to be silly little guys who bring joy and are very conscientious about doing so responsibly. let them to their merriment in peace you dont hafta take potshots. i dont go here but like maybe i should, you all seem super chill
#my posts#im mad bc i saw a clown knight adoptable which fascinated me as a concept and then someone bought him and made him evil :(#thats so. boring. its SO BORING IM SORRY THERES A COOL CONCEPT IN THERE BUT THATS THE BORING WAY#maybe ill make my OWN oath of clowning paladin someday#...wait that's actually GOTTA be a dnd subclass somebody's made at some point#anyway also the occasional YouTuber taking potshots and being mean like you dont need to do that theyre just minding their own business :(#we should all strive to be sillier and weirder and more kind forever
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#i feel like tge fact im apprehensive about posting this is kinda proving my point#the way everyone talks about both weight gain and weight loss is just horrendous#like idek if i could fit all i wanna say in here especially while im at work but#i so badly wish people could be normal about weight gain and talking about it#its like if youre not in some constant state of wanting to lose weight people want to kill you#god forbid you want to put on weight to feel more comfortable in your body outside of muscles and a butt#fatphobia is a given thats a whole other few paragraphs#im grateful i have mutuals and friends who are normal but ill have or hear these convos and go#ok i feel sick. why do i feel this way why do you feel that way.#anyways i think fatphobia is one of the worst things to ever happen
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I couldn't get the idea of Alastor holding Husk like that one ferret gif during his lament in the finale out of my head.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin art#husk#alastor#radiohusk#i mean not really but#anyways did i spend way too much time on what is a shit post#yes of course have you looked at my blog thats all i do
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