#(But since we have a few interactions in this verse I thought I'd continue with that)

[meltingpenguins]

I actually enjoyed the first season of good omens a decent amount and I had a period of time where I got back deep into fic for it, but the second season nearly completely sucked away any joy and excitement I had for the characters and the fandom. Unexpectedly, I no longer want to interact with any of it, which was the complete opposite of what I thought would happen given a second season

Same, pretty much.

Now, With Season 1 it aged like milk to me. Initially I was very much on board, there were good ideas, the cast was nifty, i even cheered for some of the eastereggs. But I'm a good old fashioned overthinker, and here's the thing:

Good Omens the book will forever hold a special place in my heart. It's what got me into writing ultimately (Discworld already got me back into reading, but GO struck that secret chord), and as I am working on two text-game and a novel right now (something I wouldn't even have dreamed of 15 years ago) I'd say it's done a good job.

I'm someone who loves to analyse stories, and Good Omens the book is one of those stories that is so incredibly smart, witty and well-constructed that it is a joy to read and re-read and re-re-read and so forth. I'd say Book Omens is one of the very few stories that has no plotholes or continuity hiccups. There is a 'Schrödinger's Plothole' aka one that depends on what you headcanon-ing happening (I can explain what I mean by that if people are curious), but that's it. Every other 'hold on' moment can be filled in with a variety of solid explanations stemming from what we are given about the world and the characters. Even why the fuel-needle has been pointing to zero since Crowley got the Bentley, even though Crowley did *buy* petrol at some point (flash bastard prolly drank it, I'd not be surprised)

The show, however, is riddled with plotholes and fridgelogic through and through, topped with quite a bit of pretentiousness and something that feels like taking the piss out of book fans and pretending it's 'loving shout outs' (no, it's not). I'll give examples for this if someone asks as well.

And s2 only got worse. It feels as if in s1 the book's plot was desperately pushing bad against some really atrocious writing, directing decisions and budget management. In s2 there was nothing to push back against it. Now, given this is still amzen we are talking about, this might be in (large) part due to their bullshit (budget cuts, shooting demands, no proper rewrites, crunch, basically all the 'fun' stuff the WGA is/was striking against).

S2 had potential and ideas, but it doesn't feel any of those were used. And to make it worse, there's already some really sour-tasting mentalities being pushed in both seasons, mentalities and world-views that weren't there in the book.

All in all, said it before, saying it again, the BEST thing for the story, the show and the fandom would be

NO s3, Neil just writes up a short story on how s3 in the amzen-verse would have gone and uploads it for free. And then either looks for a different studio, crew, cast and scriptwriter to try adapting the book again and THEN adapting Neighbour of the Beast.

or

2. S3 ditches the whole 'second coming' route and instead pushes the reset-button, declaring s1 and 2 nothing but a dream (with a proper in-universe explanation) and go through the fallout of that, fleshing out the characters proper and balancing them again.

Trying to go through with s3 on it's current wobbly, crumbling base won't work. Oh sure, there'll be drama, drama drama, and in the end crowley and az move to a cottage in the south downs, but it will again be nothing but amateurish fan-service. And for that you don't need to pay for the show. You are better off leaving kudos and comments on your fav fics, and see if the aithor has fanwork unrelated venues you can support them by financially.

[morethanaprincess-a]

@engimono​ said:  " well, at least the music isn't terrible... " [ only if you want to ! ]

send in “ WELL, AT LEAST THE MUSIC ISN’T TERRIBLE… ” for our muses to be put in a situation where they have to slow dance together.

As much as the Future Foundation had endeavored to create a digital version of Jabberwock Island, some things hadn't been replicated as truthfully as they could've been.

Sonia had discovered that for herself the first time she'd journeyed to the nearby islands. While the arrangement and access had been the same, a strange sort of familiarity that she remembered doing and yet couldn't recall the color of paint used to decorate the bridges or the names of the streets written on the corner signs. But the buildings were there: the guest house, the shops, the library, the cinema. Places that she hadn't really ever explored in the simulation unless it was to look for traces of blood, weapons, or putting together the sequence of events that led to the deaths and executions of so many people she cared for. It was all made further alien to her that such freedom to explore had been unheard of in Novoselic even before The Tragedy, and that left her split between her natural curiosity and her heavy heart. 

The former won out, but the latter tagged along, like a nanny or governess she simply couldn't lose no matter how many underground passages she took or garden hedges she hid behind. That was why she lingered at the Titty Typhoon, with its garish signage at the end of the road. The Neo World Program had prompted two things: a place where young people donned bright feathers and big shoes and danced the lambadas and a gathering place that gathered dust, spilled drinks, and decorations that had seen better days. But neither had proven to be accurate in the real world: there was no constant stream of loud music, of dancing, or even the grime and stickiness that such discos had been said to possess. 

Instead, it was spotless, quiet, and fully stocked with all of the comforts Sonia remembered from Novoselic in times of struggle, in both dark and light versions. It was tradition that wine was for celebrating, to be consumed with food and in the presence of friends. But liquor, that was consumed by itself, alone or only in the company of those one trusted. Something to imbibe in when one needed to think or, perhaps more accurately, one needed to numb their pain and forget what ailed them. 

It was no wonder, then, that when the rest of the survivors and Future Foundation found themselves busy, the former princess nipped away to the music venue. She could not play any instruments and Ibuki Mioda, like the rest of them, still lay in a coma, but the venue had quite the collection of pre-recorded songs on various discs and thus, after glasses of scotch or rum or vodka, Sonia thumbed through them with gentle fingers before finding the appropriate device to play them on. At first, some had been too loud, too piercing that hurt her head and she couldn't turn off the machine fast enough. But others she found more soothing, something akin to what she'd remembered her parents requesting for garden parties and cocktail hours: nothing that would be formidable enough to land itself on the playlist for a ball, but music meant to supplement good conversation and ease the nerves. Even if, at the present, there was none of the former and the latter was a challenge to come by.

Until she'd had the brilliant idea, two glasses of rum in, to slip off her heeled sandals and spin in her bare feet on the wooden floor to the music.

It wasn't quite dancing. The tempo was slow and unless one wished to look ridiculous, a partner was necessary. But the glossy floor felt slick and pristine beneath her feet, making it all too easy to turn in her summer-weight dress, one that fell to the knee in layers of lilac chiffon that spun with her as she twirled. No petticoats or hoopskirts, diamonds or heels. Just the pearls that adorned her ears and neck, light attire, and a gentle tune. Twirling with all the muscle memory she could recollect from years of dancing lessons, Sonia wondered that, after all the pressures and mistakes she'd made at Versailles, this was what Marie Antoinette must have felt like at Petit Trianon. But instead of a luxurious French cottage with fields of wildflowers and fresh milk every day, her refuge was a music venue that referenced breasts.

The times had changed. But not enough that when a monarch sought solitude, they'd be left in peace.

"Naegi-san?" She inquired at the shadow that darkened the venue's doorway, coming to a stop. It was only a matter of time until she was found, even with the few inhabitants currently conscious. But a recent meal, the liquor, and the music that reminded her of home had given Sonia a temporary sense of calm, a short time when her memories could be suppressed instead of flooding through her like an endless nightmare. She extended a hand towards him for him to take. "You've found my hiding place. Am I needed somewhere, or would you like to dance instead? Such a song is meant to be danced with a partner."

[zojnks]

Writing request, I'd really like to see something with Cap and Spidey interacting. There's not a whole lot of that in this fandom, and I think that the two of them could be cool. If you could put Dad!Tony and Stucky in there too, that would be awesome Thank you!

Here you go, anon!! I decided to do a post-IW ‘verse because I wanted Bucky and Peter to be friends oops :) Hope you enjoy!!

After the snap, Peter awoke to a world that was coming in and out of focus. Everything here was tinted vaguely yellow, and Peter always had a niggling thought in the back of his head that he knew where they were. but could never place it. They, of course, being the people that had been taken by the snap. Everyone seemed to be grouped together for specific reasons- however, no group was ever over the number of 5. They could talk to and see the other groups, but not touch them. That was what Peter was talking about when he said the world seemed out of focus. It was like they were in the ocean, drifting in and out with the tide. Sometimes, Peter could feel and see things that felt too sharp, like he edited a photo and dragged the slider for sharpness all the way to the edge. Other times, it felt like he could barely even see or feel anything, blobs of color crowding his vision and the things he was holding dropping straight through his hand to the floor. He talked with the others in his group about this all the time.

There were 4 of them. Peter, Bucky, Gamora, and Groot. It was an odd mix, considering the last time Peter met Bucky, he was trying to arrest him. However, it felt like time moved differently wherever they were. Some days would feel like they passed in an instant, yet some would take years to finally end. The world they lived in was much like the one they left- full of life. So, each group had taken it upon themselves to try to create a home in this yellow world. Peter’s group had managed to make a small house of the trees that surrounded the clearing they all appeared in. There were a few other groups around them, one of some farmers from Iowa and another of billionaires from Singapore. They all talked occasionally but mostly stayed within their own groups.

Peter had grown to rely on Bucky and Gamora. He went to Bucky when he had trouble with nightmares and dealing with this reality. He went to Gamora for pep talks, and she was always the one who reminded him to eat and sleep. Bucky taught him games from when he was little and how to throw knives. Gamora taught him two alien languages and how to sword fight. Peter and Groot hung out all the time and played around. Peter taught him what he had been learning in school before the snap and Groot regaled Peter with stories from his adventures in space.

It was good. It worked. But Peter was desperate to get home.

-

One day, Peter went to bed late into the night because they had all stayed up playing a game that Bucky had taught them. He had fallen asleep with a smile on his face because the day had actually been pretty good. He was finally getting used to this weird, yellow reality.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on a grassy plain, breathing heavily. The sun (the sun!!) was beating down onto his face, a blinding light compared to the hazy yellow he was used to.

“Bucky!! Gamora!! Groot!! Anyone, please!!” He called out, shielding his eyes.

His voice was scratchy and hoarse. He looked down and was still in Iron Spider suit, thank god. He tried to pull himself off the ground, but his arms were too sore to do anything. He tried calling out again.

“Bucky! Gamora! Bucky! Gamora! Anyone?” His voice cracked as he continued to yell.

He stopped yelling when he saw a figure running towards him. The figure looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t quite place him until he got closer.

“Mr.-Mr. Stark?” He called out wearily.

“Kid, oh god, you’re okay, you’re okay!!” Mr. Stark cried as he ran towards him. He knelt next to Peter and cradled his head in his hands.

“It worked, it worked!” Mr. Stark was just babbling by this point.

Mr. Stark helped him up. Once Peter could stand, he found he wasn’t as sore as he thought. Mr. Stark looked at him funny before he spoke again.

“Peter, your hair. It’s-it’s shorter than before.”

Peter just shrugged. “Gamora made sure to cut it once in a while. Bucky helped too sometimes.”

Saying these things snapped Peter out of his calm.

“Oh god, Mr. Stark! Why am I back? Where are Bucky and Gamora? What about Groot? Why am I here? Where is here? Is this even real?!”

Peter Parker was officially freaking out. Then, he passed out.

-

Peter came to on a bed that was made of sand (??). He opened his eyes to someone above him.

“Bucky?!” He asked. The man nodded, holding up a new metal arm that was a tasteful dark blue interspersed with silver, not gold. No more yellow.

“Hey kid, yeah, it’s me. I just came back from talking with Stevie, I wanted to see if you were awake yet.”

Bucky leaned down to give Peter a hug. It seemed as if they had been in that weird world for years, so in the time they were together, they had grown close. Peter gripped Bucky’s back with all of his strength and cried into his shoulder. Suddenly, someone on the edge of this weird room coughed.

“Buck? It’s time to go see T’Challa. We’ve gotta go,” said a man with long hair and a beard that was steamed with grey.

“Alright, Stevie, let’s go,” Bucky said before pulling back from Peter.

Peter wiped his eyes with the shirt he was wearing (when did that happen?) before giving a small smile to Bucky.

“Captain Rogers,” Peter said, overtaken with sudden emotion. “Bucky took very good care of me in that horrible place. Take care of him now, okay?”

Steve just smiled at him and nodded. Then he guided Bucky out of the room with a hand on the small of his back.

Peter decided to get up and take a look around once the two left. He gingerly stepped down once he was off the bed and was happy to discover all of his previous aches and pains had vanished. He took a look around all of the gadgets around the room, appreciating their creativity and craftsmanship. His mind was already generating ways to improve upon them to use as Spider-Man. If they even still needed Spider-Man on Earth now.

He spotted a long, winding ramp up to what seemed like the hallway to leave, so he ran up the ramp, skidding to a stop once he reached the end of the hallway. There was a mirror there.

He looked at his reflection, noticing how he had lost his baby fat and his jaw had sharpened. His hair was cut in a tasteful-if non-Earth fashion- and Peter made a note in his brain to thank Gamora. He was wearing a faded Star Wars shirt and black sweats. He reached down and rubbed the side of his sweats. These were his old clothes. It’s been so long since he wore anything other than the suit, that these clothes fee foreign even though he was wearing them every other week three years ago.

A lot of things had changed. But, some things didn’t.

-

Peter had fallen back into an easy routine with Mr. Stark once they had left Wakanda. He had gone to find Gamora when they were still there but was extremely disappointed to find both her and Groot had left with the rest of the Guardians before he had woken up. She had left him a holo-message on those cool bracelets that the Wakandans wore, almost crying as she said goodbye to him.

(She promised to be back for Christmas though, saying she would pick up something for him on one of the worlds they visited. Peter was excited about that.)

T’Challa’s sister, Shuri, had gifted Peter one of the bracelets before the Avengers left, saying he would need it to keep in touch. The two had developed a close friendship during his time in Wakanda and still messaged or called each other daily.

When they had arrived at the compound after leaving Wakanda, Peter was pleasantly surprised to see that his room had been untouched. It was right next to Mr. Stark’s, as it had been before he left. The walls were blue and red, with the one above his bed adorned with a spray-painted Spider-Man logo. There were tons of posters on the walls and Peter’s knickknacks strewn everywhere. He had sighed as he flopped on the bed, and Mr. Stark had arrived not moments later at his door to flop right down next to him.

“I missed this, Pete. So much. But, how about right now we head to the living room to kick those two super soldiers’ butts?”

Peter laughed and nodded. “Let’s take ‘em down!”

-

They played Mario Kart for hours before Tony had to fly to Singapore to deal with something for Stark Industries. Now that everything was right with the world, Pepper was back on him about being more involved in the company. He gave Peter a big hug as he left and said that they would go on a small trip, just the two of them, once he got back.

After Mr. Stark left, Peter headed back up to his room to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and slipped on those old Hello Kitty pants with a baggy black sweater on top. He slipped into bed and grabbed a dog-eared copy of The Hobbit off of his night table. He settled back into his pillows, content to read by the minimal light of his night table lamp until he was too weary to continue. He fell asleep with the book on his chest around 9:30.

-

Peter startled awake in the middle of the night, darkness surrounding him. FRIDAY must have turned off his lamp when he fell asleep. His breathing was too quick and his heart rate was elevated. His mind was still spinning with flashes of a large purple man, a snap, a world of constantly shifting yellows, and his own disappearing before him. He needed to get out.

Peter grabbed a blanket and pillow before heading out, into a different wing of the compound. He stopped in front of the door to his destination, hesitant to knock. He could still feel the strain of his nightmares in the back of his head, so he pushed through his anxiety and knocked quietly on the door. A few moments later, the door opened and a still-sleepy Steve Rogers looked down at Peter.

“H-Hi, Steve. I… uh… had a nightmare and since Mr. Stark isn’t here anymore, I just needed, someone, is that fine?” Peter asked hesitantly.

Steve nodded, his features softening. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re always welcome here. You can just set your stuff down on the couch over there. It’s only a little ways from the bed. Buck’s still sleeping though, so be quiet.”

Peter just gave him a soft smile and padded over to the couch, setting his stuff down. He turned, nervous about asking Steve for anything else.

Steve just walked over and pulled him into a tight hug. “

“Buck’s told me some things. About that place. It didn’t sound too nice,” Steve whispered as he carded his fingers through Peter’s hair. “We all get nightmares, it’s a normal part of our job. I’m happy that you came to us, though.”

“Of course I would. I love you guys and everyone on this team more than life itself. You, Mr. Stark, and Bucky mean so much to me.”

Steve just held him harder and when he finally pulled back, Peter could see his eyes were a little watery.

“Love you too, kid. Now get some sleep.”

Peter climbed onto the couch, pulling his blanket out. He fell asleep to the sounds of Steve and Bucky breathing in unison.

This kinda got away from me, haha, but I loved writing it!! It was cool to explore what all of their relationships would be after IW. I didn’t want to include super in-depth explanations of Peter’s relationship with everyone was after IW, though, so sorry if some of the friendships are only mentioned in passing. Let me know if you want more from this ‘verse though. Hope this is what you were hoping for, anon!!