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In light of the continuing allegations against Neil Gaiman I want to be sure people know I believe the women who are coming forward, and I am disappointed in him but somehow not surprised wrt all the other famous men who have done the same. I'm not sure how I'll proceed with this blog in the future, but I have absolutely no interest in defending or financially supporting a sex pest and I want to make sure that is crystal clear. Some additional points that have been bugging me:

Terfs cannot keep tying the allegations to his support of trans rights as some sort of 'gotcha' to frame trans rights or trans people in a negative light, he is a cisgender man who abused his wide influence due to fame, which there are many cases of. The vitriol should be aimed at other cisgender men abusing their wide influence, and those who perpetuate rape culture. Preaching to the choir here because terfs won't listen to me but whatever.

additionally, my fellow trans ppl need to consider that even transphobes can be victims of SA, and allegations against a fully cisgender man who happens to have pro-trans politics doesn't mean any allegation is a transphobic conspiracy, it might just mean someone with bad politics was legitimately assaulted, and that's still bad because literally nobody should be assaulted. (Edit: the story got twisted somewhere along the line and it seems that there was just a TERF involved in reporting the story, and it is not even certain what the politics of the women who were assaulted were, in which case my point still stands, literally nobody should be assaulted and it is not an anti trans conspiracy if someone even vaguely adjacent to TERF-dom experienced assault.)

and finally, other Good Omens fans cannot keep making excuses for him based on technicalities simply to keep their conscience clean or to keep a parasocial relationship in tact because even the most innocent sounding and vaguely legal versions of the story that people are passing around are still markers of incredibly shitty and creepy behavior on his part and he should be held responsible for being shitty and creepy rather than have his fanbase make excuses for a grown ass man. He is in his 60s and he is very famous, he does not need you to defend him for horrible things he has done, and you do not need to parasocially hold on to him. Remember this when he inevitably returns to Tumblr and tries to proceed as normal once he assumes the allegations have been forgotten.

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[pengychan]

[Good Omens] Come What May, Ch. 1

Summary: While completely improvised, Gabriel’s plan to transfer his memories in the container fly before erasure was rather solid. It came very close to working, too. But ‘close’ was not enough. [SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2] Characters: Gabriel, Beelzebub, Crowley, Aziraphale, Murien, Michael, Uriel, Saraquael Rating: T   All chapters will be tagged as ‘come what may’ on my blog.

A/N: Beelzebub is Concerned and about to make it everyone else's problem.

***

[Back to Prologue]

***

“So, after I’m done writing, I check this box…”

“Yep.”

“... roll the parchment up like this, seal it…”

“Yep.”

“... aaand place it here. Yes?”

“Yes! You’re doing brilliant, Jibreel - and in just three days!”

As the parchment faded in a gleam of light, safely filed away and archived for all eternity, Muriel couldn’t help but clap a little. It was a simple task, but Jibreel looked very happy to have accomplished it, and she was very happy to see him looking very happy. Or to see anyone happy. Or to see anyone, period. So honestly, the clapping felt warranted. 

He grinned back, widely. “Thanks! I think I did good. Felt good.”

“You’ll be up to 37th class in no time at all! Get your own office and all.”

“Oh, I hope not. I like it here,” he replied, and sat back. He looked around and their white surroundings, at the empty surface before him. “... What now?”

“Oh! Now’s the exciting part! We wait for more things to come through that we can sort, record, and add to the archive.”

“That’s great! When are they coming?”

“Ah, we… we don’t know that, actually. Sometimes it’s a lot in a day! And sometimes it’s very little in a year. We’re in a bit of a slump now. The record was fifty years of nothing, back in the fifth century. Never had such a long empty stretch since, though.”

“Oh.” Jibreel frowned a little, looking around again. “So, what do we do now?”

Muriel tried to smile, but it was… a little bit forced. “Now we wait.”

“Right! I can wait. I’m good at waiting, I think.”

“Great!”

A few minutes passed. Muriel was used to long periods of just sitting there in silence, but it seemed… odd to do that, now that she was not alone. She shifted a little before speaking again. “So, um. What did you do before?”

“Before?”

“Before you were assigned to this post. Were you part of the Earth observation team?”

Jibreel narrowed his eyes, thinking hard. “I… don’t think so?”

“Oh. Well, surely you had a duty before?”

“I guess I must have? Everyone does, right?”

“You mean-- you don’t remember?”

“I remember coming here.” A frown. “An elevator, I think? I was standing near an elevator. Then that nice angel… the one earlier…” the frown deepened, and he rubbed his head as though in pain. That was odd, Muriel thought. It wasn’t an angel thing, to be in any pain. 

“Saraqael?” she asked.

“No, another one. I… I can’t recall. She came over and gave me new clothes, then she told me my name and that other one - Saraqael - took me here.”

“And it’s the first thing you remember?”

Jibreel nodded, and Muriel couldn’t help but wonder what that was all about. It was unusual, to say the least. “Oh.”

“That’s… not normal?”

“Ah-- no, no, it’s… I mean, I never heard… but I don’t see a lot of angels, you know! So maybe it’s perfectly normal!” 

The confused frown disappeared, quickly as it had come, and Muriel quickly changed subject. “Oh, I know what we can do! I can help you practice what to say if someone comes in to ask for information! They do that sometimes. Last time was two hundred years ago.”

“Oh?” “Yes! So someone could need us anytime now!”

Another bright smile, and Jibreel stood. “On it! So, what do I do?”

“All right, so you’ll be the one asking, and I’ll reply, so you see how it’s done.”

“Great! What do I ask?”

“Oh, uh… say you need to double check directive C3483, paragraph 53, comma 89.”

“Perfect!”

As Jibreel stood to do as instructed neither of them noticed the fly buzzing quietly above them, one small dark dot in the endless whiteness.

***

“... Well. He does get to have a desk now, I suppose.”

“About half of one, but yes.”

“And he’s settled well?”

“He’s been learning his new duties with no incident. He seems rather content.”

“That’s good to know, Saraqael. I would not have wished him to be displeased with his new role. He has served Heaven well for thousands of years.”

“Of course. None of us would want that.”

A brief silence, and Michael moved her gaze from Saraqael to Uriel, who was staring out one of the windows, rigid and silent. Michael had to wonder whether it was all annoyance over the fact she had been right when she’d pointed out that Gabriel did not have, nor had ever had, a desk. He had indeed tried to make a run for it; Uriel had found him standing in front of the elevator, staring blankly at it, his jacket and shirt already off. 

Where he had tried to go was anybody’s guess. Perhaps he’d simply become scared they would cast him down to Hell after all. But his fear had been for nothing: he would remain in Heaven, where he belonged, getting his chance to start anew. 

“All’s well that ends well,” Michael said in the end. “Now we can focus on the preparation for Armageddon. I will re-establish diplomatic relations so we can agree on a time and--”

“Saraqael,” Uriel spoke, cutting her off like she hadn’t been speaking at all. “We have never attempted a complete memory wipe, let alone on someone as high ranking as a supreme archangel before. Are you certain it has worked as intended?”

A slightly offended scoff. “Of course it has. You saw him, didn’t you? Not a spark of recognition. I know what I’m doing.”

“I did not mean to offend,” Uriel replied, with the tone of someone whose concerns are not yet entirely eased. “I am not familiar with the procedure, and am asking you to confirm it has worked as intended.”

“It did. All his memories as the archangel Gabriel are gone from his mind.”

“From his mind.”

Ah. Michael could now see what it was that concerned Uriel. She frowned, and looked back at Saraqael. “I don’t suppose they could be destroyed from any plane of existence?”

A light scoff. “Nothing which belongs in Heaven can be downright destroyed. Unless we use hellfire, but it’s not an option with memories - not that it worked too well on an angel when you last tried, from what I heard,” Saraqael pointed out, very much aware of how little Michael and Uriel liked being reminded of that particular fiasco. “Destroying an angel’s memories like they have never been is beyond even the abilities of Metatron. God alone may wield such power.”

Michael and Uriel exchanged a quick glance. In the end, it was Uriel to speak. “... No need to bother God with any of this,” she said, as though God had answered to any of their messages in the past six thousand years. 

Saraqael nodded.

“Of course not. Besides, if destroying them is beyond anyone’s scope but God’s, so is retrieving them,” she pointed out. “Even if he knew he had memories to retrieve, which he does not, it would require a miracle whose power by far surpasses Gabriel’s own.”

“... There is no Gabriel, Saraqael.”

“Of course not,” she replied with a nod, and Michael nodded back. 

“Very well. We can consider the matter sorted. Now, as I was saying, if we’re to decide a new date for Armageddon, we should resume diplomatic contact with--”

The phone she’d left on the nearest surface lit up, and began to vibrate. She looked down at the name on the display, and raised an eyebrow. 

Well, she thought. Speak of the literal devil.

***

“Michael.”

“Lord Beelzebub, what a surprise. To what do I owe the displeasu--”

“I’m not speaking with you. Get me the moron in chief.”

“... I don’t believe we have such a title here,” Michael said, her already cold voice turning to frost. “Perhaps if you’d like to specify--”

“I demand to speak with Gabriel.”

“I am afraid that’s not possible.”

Beelzebub ground their teeth so hard that their jaw creaked. The grip on the phone became tight enough to crack the screen. They loathed making the call, but it had been three days since they first received that message upon trying to contact Gabriel, and they could no longer bear it. “Then make it possible, or I’ll give you plenty of excellent reasons to be afraid.”

“There’s no reason to be even more unpleasant than you usually are,” was the reply, without the slightest hint of intimidation. Not that Beelzebub had expected it to work. Michael was considered Heaven’s mightiest warrior for a reason. Her reputation for single-handedly throwing Satan himself down into the abyss was somewhat exaggerated, but not by much. “Whatever it is you wish to discuss with him, it can be discussed with me.”

“No, it cannot.”

“May I ask why not?”

Because you’re hiding something. Because this is all kinds of wrong. Where is he?

They wanted to say all that and more, scream and threaten, demand to know what was going on, but they did not. It would mean showing their hand early and that was something they could not afford. If Michael found out she had an edge on them, they’d never get answers. 

So, in the end, they said something else entirely. “You’re too far below me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Beg all you wish, but I pardon nothing. I only discuss with my equals, or the closest to an equal to be found within your ranks. It’s the supreme archangel, or no one.”

“Then I fear I’ll need to disappoint you,” Michael replied, sounding all too pleased about it. “At the moment, the position is vacant.”

The gnawing worry that had been eating away at Beelzebub’s already rather rotted guts turned to something else, cold and dark and suffocating. Vacant? It couldn’t be vacant. It had never been vacant. It’s never a good sign for a position in Heaven or Hell to become vacant. 

Where is he? What happened to him? What have you done?

The urge to scream returned, bubbling and buzzing up their throat, but they held it back, gnashing their teeth. They had to keep calm. Show Michael a single weakness, and it is over.

“What the Heaven do you mean, vacant? Heaven has never been without its supreme archangel.”

“It is temporary. Until someone else is appointed.”

Did they know? Did they find out? It seemed the most logical explanation, but at the same time Michael was saying nothing. Surely, if she knew - if Heaven knew Gabriel had been fraternizing with them - she’d be rubbing it in their face, wouldn’t she? Gabriel himself, the absolute moron he was, had never been concerned by the possibility. 

“What’s the worst they could do? Throw me down to Hell for you to deal with? Oh, the horror.”

“Oh, not afraid I might make you regret it?”

“Not even if you try your worst.”

“Where is Gabriel?” Beelzebub snapped, unable to hold back. Thankfully they snapped a lot, and the barked order came across as annoyance rather than growing dread. They were not new to dread, running Hell and all, but this was different from any type of dread they’d ever encountered or felt before. It’s the kind of dread of someone who stands to lose something. 

“Gabriel has been called to a different task.”

“What task?”

“It is confidential,” was the response. “Now, what did you intend to discu--”

The call ended abruptly. Throwing a phone at the wall - or in this case, the thick glass screen overseeing Hell - will usually cause that.

The crash caused a couple of demons to wince and turn, and a single snarl from Beelzebub was enough to get them quickly back to work. They stepped away from the glass and began pacing, trying to clear their mind. At the moment, the only clear thing was that they had absolutely no future in the field of diplomatic relations; everything else was a maelstrom of confusion and fear unlike anything they had experienced before.

Gabriel had disappeared, that was a fact. And he had disappeared without a word to them, his phone disconnected, leaving the position of Supreme Archangel vacant. 

Gabriel was missing, and Heaven was hiding the reason why. Called to a different task, Michael had said, but something about her tone had told Beelzebub precisely what they needed to know, and had feared to hear. Gabriel had been removed from office, and yet he had not been cast down to Hell. 

So where was he? He had to be somewhere, it’s not like they could destroy an archangel. They had no means to do such a thing in Heaven, unless… unless…

Hellfire. The hellfire they had given them four years earlier, to deal with their own traitor. The one who had first worked to prevent Armageddon, just as Gabriel had done later.

We never took that fire back. What if they chose the same sentence, for the same crime?

Beelzebub stopped pacing as though struck. They saw it with the mind’s eye, Gabriel screaming in flames they had delivered to Heaven before being reduced to nothing, utterly destroyed. Gone. 

With no warning, the core itself of Hell shook and flames flared higher. Demons yelped in surprise and damned souls cried out in terror, but any sound they made was drowned out by a screeching cry blackest fury, deepest hatred, and utter pain. The glass screen cracked and shattered, and a swarm of flies burst forth, a black mass drowning out the cries of damned and demons alike even as the screeching scream faded in a low, guttural growl. 

They’ll pay for it. I’ll start the war here and now. Rules be damned. Agreements be damned. Warnings be damned. We’ll scorch Heaven and Earth with hellfire and I’ll see them scream and die, if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll-- I--

A soft buzzing sound, and a single fly landed on Beelzebub’s hand, which was balled into a tight fist. They looked at it, still growling and shaking, and suddenly they found themself thinking of another fly entirely. The container, their gift to Gabriel. The first gift he’d ever received, he had told them, with that oddly vulnerable expression they had never seen on him before. The first gift, and also the last.

… Or was it?

Beelzebub breathed in and then slowly out, staring at that single fly to keep themself grounded, to focus on the memory of Gabriel as they’d last seen him - whole and well, smiling at them before stepping in the elevator, rather than screaming in a column of hellfire.

Maybe they hadn’t destroyed him. Maybe there was another explanation; if other angels realized he was purposefully blocking Armageddon from taking place, he may very well have become a prisoner. If Beelzebub decided to lay waste on Heaven now, and he was there, he may be destroyed with all the rest. No, they could not act on impulse. They had to think he was still alive, and act accordingly. They had to find out what precisely had happened in Heaven, covertly. Sneakily. 

And they knew one demon with heavenly ties who was very, very good at sneaking around.

***

There are few places and moments in life, Crowley reasoned, when a swarm of flies manifesting out of thin air is convenient. Inside a Bentley which was currently speeding through an intersection while passing a school bus was neither one of those places, nor one of those moments.

“Been a long time, Crowley.”

“Oh, come o--!”

“Bus ahead.”

To his credit, Crowley managed to swerve around the bus in question despite the flies clouding his vision; by the time he shoved the Bentley in the first available empty space at the side of the road, cutting in front of three cars and a truck in the process, the flies had finished coming together and someone else sat in the car with him.

Someone Crowley had kind of hoped never to have to see again. “Lord Beelzebub. What do I owe the-- huh. New face?”

“New face,” was the response, in the tone of someone who’d really rather not waste another second talking about it. “I’m here to give you a new mission.”

Ah. “I’m fairly sure Shax said I’m still persona non grata in Hell.”

“You are. And you have the chance to change it. Actually, you have the chance to become a Duke of Hell.”

Crowley blinked, then slid the sunglasses down his nose for a better look at the Lord of the Flies. Maybe it was the new face, but they seemed animated in a way he had never seen before. They seemed worried, working their jaw and smoothing down their jacket in quick, nervous gestures before looking back at him. That in itself worried him in turn. If something was up causing such concern for Beelzebub of all demons, then everyone else probably would have good reason to be terrified. 

“That’s… flattering, but--”

“A full pardon. A place in the Dark Council. Whatever your nasty little heart desires, you shall have it.”

“Why turn to me--”

“To you, and your pet angel.”

There were several words Crowley may have used to describe Aziraphale, but pet was not about them. As he choked on his own spit, Beelzebub spoke again - louder, quicker, and more urgent. 

“Listen. You and the angel betrayed Hell and Heaven both solely to stop Armageddon. You don’t want to see your efforts go to waste, no? Because there is talk of starting it anew.”

“What-- without the Antichrist?”

“Without the Antichrist. Just plain war, no less devastating. Do you want to stop it or not?”

“I-- is that a trick question?”

“I don’t do trick questions. I want to enlist your help to find the archangel Gabriel, and keep Armageddon from coming to pass.”

As far as Crowley was concerned, Lord Beelzebub couldn’t have put together a more nonsensical string of words if they’d picked them at random from a dictionary and then put them through an online translator from English to Aramaic to Greek and then back to English. 

“... What?”

“You heard me.”

“You wanted to start the Armageddon--”

“My priorities have shifted, but I do believe yours have stayed the same. You want Earth to survive, I want to find Gabriel. Our goals conveniently coincide. What more do you need?”

“I am sorry. Are you actively trying to make as little sense as possible? Because--”

Beelzebub snarled, it was enough for him to fall silent. The Lord of the Flies took a moment to draw in a deep breath before they spoke again, with forced calm. “I will explain everything to you and the angel. Take me to him.”

“No.”

“... I’m going to pretend I have not heard and give you one more chance to--”

“No demon but me is crossing that bookshop’s threshold.”

Some furious buzzing, and Crowley gripped the wheel tighter, waiting for severe pain, but it never came. Instead, Beelzebub just ground their teeth. “I have no interest in harming him.”

“Given the precedents, you’ll forgive me for being cautious,” Crowley replied. He fully expected fury, truth be told, but was once again surprised. Lord Beelzebub seemed to hesitate a moment, and finally nodded.

“... Very well. I forgive nothing, but I understand. Tell him we’ll meet on neutral ground.”

“Riiiiight. Well, I’ll see when he’s free and ask him--”

“Call him now,” Beelzebub cut him off, and looked him in the eye. “If you want your precious Earth to survive, you’ll waste no further time.”

In the end, he didn’t waste any time. Honestly, it didn’t feel like he had that much of a choice.

***

There was something up there. 

Jibreel noticed it while leaning back on the chair, careful not to put his feet up on the desk because Muriel had said he shouldn’t do it. They weren't there now - they’d left saying they wanted to look at something in the archives, and reassuring him he was ready to handle any work that came through - but he wouldn’t do something they didn’t want him to. They had been really nice to him.

But he was bored, just sitting there on his own, so he’d slumped back and looked up - and there it was. A… well, he wasn’t sure. It was something that moved in quick circles above him, small and dark as everything else was white and vast. He frowned a little and, without thinking, held up a hand.

There was no real reason why the thing should come to him, but it did. It floated down to rest on the tip of his fingers, buzzing softly, and Jibreel brought it closer to his face to have a look. It was a… what was the name? A fly, right? Yes, he was almost sure that was it. Funny, that. He didn’t think there were any flies in Heaven. They usually were on Earth, or at least he guessed so. He had never been on Earth, as far as he could recall - which to be fair wasn’t long. But somehow, he knew flies were not supposed to be there. 

Hell, maybe - were there flies in Hell? Yes, somehow Jibreel was fairly sure that there were a lot of flies in Hell, too. He had definitely never been there himself, though.

The fly on his fingers buzzed, but didn’t fly off, and Jibreel found himself smiling at it. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, but of course there was no response other than more soft buzzing. It was kind of cute, seen up close. Jibreel smiled again. “You’re not supposed to be here, you know. But I won’t tell. It will be our secret and all,” he added, feeling rather giddy at the idea of having something as forbidden as a secret. He winked at the fly, which didn’t bother to wink back before taking flight again. But it stayed right above him, and Jibreel was absurdly certain it was not going to leave. 

For some reason, it put an even wider smile on his face. He leaned back on the seat and kept following the fly with his gaze, unblinking and unthinking, until he found himself humming, tapping a foot on the floor. 

“Everyday, it’s-a getting closer…”

***

A good cup of tea, Aziraphale firmly believed, could smooth over just about any type of crisis. Or at least make it feel like less of a crisis. Failing that, hot chocolate would usually succeed. 

However, he recognized that there were few, particularly dire instances in which neither tea nor hot chocolate could help. In such cases, coffee would be needed - possibly with a good dollop of something sweet added to it. 

Only after sitting down next to Crowley at Nina’s coffee shop, the records Maggie had given him under his arm and Crowley as well as the literal Lord of the Flies sitting across them, did he wonder about the wisdom of giving Beelzebub caffeine. But as they never so much as touched the cup, he supposed he would never find out whether it was a mistake. That, and soon enough the theoretical effect of caffeine on hellish royalty was the least of his worries. 

“Heaven and Hell want to push ahead with Armageddon - again - and you and Gabriel wanted to stop it?”

“Yes,” Beelzebub replied, and silenced the question that followed with a gesture. “We changed our mind. The reason why is none of your concern, before you ask, but I do believe our goals align and--”

“And now he’s missing and his seat is vacant?” Aziraphale cut them off, bewildered. That gained him a markedly unimpressed look. 

“... Is there a specific reason why you’re repeating everything I have told you so far?”

“It’s a lot to wrap one’s mind around, I’m sure you can agree?” Crowley spoke, the casual leaning in his seat doing very little to hide how tense it was. “You and Gabriel both tried really hard to make Armageddon happen. When it didn’t, and decided it was our fault, you sort of tried just as hard to destroy us.”

Beelzebub had the good sense to look… if certainly not awkward, at least a little tense themself. Aziraphale set his jaw, not about to say anything to smooth things over now; he had never forgotten the casual order the Lord of the Flies had given to have a bystander demon destroyed in holy water solely to test it, nor the indifference when they had sentenced Crowley to die the same gruesome way. It was nothing he had not expected from Hell, truth be told, but it had been rather upsetting. 

On his end, Crowley had never quite told him the details of the attempt at carrying out the same sentence in Heaven; only that he had been told to step in hellfire and had surprised the archangels present by breathing a little bit of it in their direction, which had been a rather amusing mental image. 

“Well. You were not destroyed, and you don’t wish Earth to be either. It is in everyone’s best interest if we collaborate. And by everyone’s, I mean that of all sitting at this table.”

“Are we supposed to believe that you’ve grown a soft spot for Earth?”

A scoff. “Obviously not. This is not about Earth. It’s what you care about.”

“What is it about for you, then?”

For the first time since that odd meeting had started, Lord Beelzebub seemed to hesitate. They worked their jaw briefly, clearly debating whether or not they should be truthful. It was an odd inner conflict to see play out on a being Aziraphale had always known as a powerful but distant foe, but it did not last long. Beelzebub seemed to come to a decision and leaned forward, elbows on the table. 

“For me, it’s about Gabriel. They did something to him. I am sure they did.”

“Seems likely,” Crowley muttered, not really distraught. “Still don’t get what that’s to y--”

“I want him back,” Beelzebub cut him off. The last word of Crowley’s sentence - you - turned into a choked out ‘uuuh?’ before he fell silent, staring at the Lord of the Flies with his mouth hanging open. It gained him a raised eyebrow. “Close that mouth before flies get in it. That is a threat.”

Crowley closed his mouth so abruptly his teeth clicked together, then hurriedly took a sip from his coffee. As for Aziraphale, he found himself staring with wide eyes as realization dawned on him. Beelzebub had a soft spot all right, but not for Earth. It was for Gabriel.

That was not what he’d expected to hear, although to be fair he was not sure what he’d even thought this could be about. In retrospect, everything in Beelzebub’s behavior seemed to scream a connection to the missing archangel that went well beyond a professional relationship. In the end, he cleared his throat and took a sip from his coffee.

“Not to pry, but I seem to understand yourself and Gabriel have grown, um. Close?”

“In a way neither Heaven nor Hell would approve, hence why I had to turn to you.” A long look, their gaze shifting from his to Crowley and then back, and they cocked their head. “Certainly, I don’t need to explain more. It’s not something unfamiliar to the two of you.”

The coffee Crowley had been sipping was promptly sprayed back inside the mug. Aziraphale nearly spilled in own mug, stammering. 

“I, I mean-- we do go way back, so I suppose-- we have an understanding, but--”

Beelzebub silenced him with a gesture. “I don’t care to hear it. All I care about is finding out where Gabriel is and what was done to him, and taking him back. Help me, and I’ll hold off Armageddon until a more permanent solution to avoid it is found. Do we have a deal?”

A pause, a quick glance between the two of them. 

Do we have a choice?, Aziraphale’s look said.

Not really, Crowley’s replied, and that was that.

***

“Oh, I really shouldn't have even come here…”

No one was there to hear Muriel’s anxious whine, but they slapped both hands over their mouth anyway, just in case. Not that they were doing anything forbidden, per se - they were authorized to search the archive, after all - but it still seemed wrong, to have doubts over the word of an archangel. It wasn’t even real doubts, they just had… questions. 

One big question, really - why did Jibreel remember nothing from his existence before he’d been taken to work with them as a junior recording angel? It had been bothering them more than it probably should, and they had considered asking someone higher up, but… well. Surely they had better things to do than answering a silly question, no? It was probably nothing important, they’d thought. 

They could find out on their own, sate their curiosity and then be back. 

Except that things had taken an unexpected turn, because they had found a folder marked with his name - Jibreel - but it really wasn’t like they had expected. A junior recording angel’s folder is never very full, simply because… well, there is not a lot to record about those working on records, so to speak. It was a fairly uneventful job and it made for an uneventful eternity, overall. Muriel’s own folder had only about two pages to it. 

Jibreel’s folder was nothing like that. It didn’t look thicker than normal, but as they picked it up there was a weight to it that told them it was much, much fuller than their own. Much fuller than any other folder they’d handled, really - there had to be a lot in there.

And, they soon realized, they couldn’t open it. It was classified, and required a much higher clearance - like a throne or a dominion, or something even above that. 

They wouldn’t classify the folder of a simple junior recording angel, would they? Not with such high clearance. There is a lot more to Jibreel than even he knows.

It was a rather baffling development, and more than a little intimidating, really. Muriel didn’t know what it was all about and to be honest, they really wished she hadn’t wondered in the first place. It was much too above them. Surely, if Jibreel did not recall his past, there was a good reason for it. Who were they to question the decisions of archangels?

They would just walk out, go back to their station, and never utter a word of this to anyone - much less to Jibreel. After all, he’d never asked them to look anything up; he’d never asked a thing, and he was happy as a clam.

Muriel saw no reason to open their mouth and risk changing that.

***

[Back to Prologue]

[On to Chapter 2]

[dailycharacteroption]

Magic Warrior (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(mask design by teonova on DeviantArt)

Oh, you thought we were done with the Magaambya?

Don’t worry folks, I think this is the last one for a while, but in truth, this archetype has less to do with the school directly, and more to do with it’s founder: Oldmage Jatembe!

You see, Jatembe was many things, a preserver and innovator of magical traditions, a teacher, but also a warrior of good and righteousness, but he did not fight alone. Indeed, his 10 most trusted disciples were known as his Magic Warriors, each one wearing an enchanted mask hiding their identity as they fought and worked alongside him.

In the modern era, the tradition of the Magic Warrior continues, and while the original 10 came from disparate magical traditions, the modern version was codified into a blend of arcane and martial prowess best represented by the magus… Or at least, that’s how it was in First Edition.

That’s right, this archetype is also another relic of 1E moved forward into 2E, and with the way that Second Edition handles archetypes, it is now available to many more classes without further cross-classing or archetypes. The only caveat is that the class in question must be able to cast focus spells of some kind, meaning that one could play a paladin or warden-style ranger, but not a fighter, at least, not without some help.

But in any case, as we’ll soon see, this archetype focuses primarily on the relationship between the magic warrior and their mask, which was a highlight of the original archetype, so let’s get right into it!

The dedication for this feat, as mentioned above, requires at least focus spells, if not full casting. More than that, it represents donning the animal mask that will come to be their public identity as a magic warrior. They must never reveal their true identity, though others knowing them before they chose this path do not violate it. However, being revealed will require atonement and the crafting of a new mask and identity. In any case, at it’s base level the mask provides a minor ward against divination magic.

Tapping into the animal their mask represents, these warriors can briefly gain the senses and mobility of the creature in question, partially transforming themselves to do so.

Later on, they can fully transform into said animal, gaining the full benefits of doing so.

Finally, the anonymity of their mask expands into a proper ward, making them nearly impossible to detect with divination magic.

This is probably one of the shortest Second Edition Archetypes we’ve ever done here on the blog, but it doesn’t need to be super complicated, as the archetype adds the power of the mask from the 1E original to whatever character you’re wanting to play. On that note, while magus might be the “traditional” option, you’re hardly limited by that. After all, every proper spellcasting class and a few beyond have focus spells, and there plenty of ways to also gain primal spellcasting in addition to your primary tradition as well. However you want to build your anonymous mage is up to you.

Now, while this archetype is associated with the Oldmage Jatembe and the Magaambya, it need not remain so in your setting. If there is space in your own setting for a group or individual with magical masks that let them take on the aspect of an animal, then this archetype could easily be adapted. Heck, you could even adapt it to use different shapeshifting spells as well.

The ceremony of Masking, where a new troupe of magic warriors are named and they leave to quietly take on their new identities, is normally a very private and quiet affair. Not so when an omen dragon shows up in the middle of the public portion of the proceedings, heralding a vision that one of the new warriors will betray the others… and another will bring them to justice.

Born from a freak twist of magic and a distorted carnival mirror, Solageb was created as a twisted reflection of a powerful mage named Belagos who visited the carnival five years ago. Keen to hide his distorted features, the fleshwarped reflection hides is face with a mask, using anonymity to do good with his magic.

The invaders dealt a crippling blow to indigenous morale when they unmasked the White Lion and executed him publically, but with his final breaths, he asked the people to look for the ones who would succeed him as masked warriors and protectors, that their time would come soon. This inspired a whole new generation, and now rebellion is brewing.

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (29 Mar 2024)

No really big works this week. I was on vacation the first half of the week and didn't read as much as normal.

blame it on my juice, baby (7K; Rated E)

Anathema tells Aziraphale and Crowley she accidentally gave them a very strong love and lust potion that'll last a week, and the two return to the bookshop and begin a week of amorous fun. (There's no noncon here; there was no potion).

***

Paradigm Shift (14K; Rated E)

Human AU. One-shot office romance told from Crowley's POV. He's a sustainability consultant. Aziraphale is the senior accounting analyst he needs to work with to help the company. Nice and low-angst.

***

The Anon Before Christmas (67K; Rated E)

Human AU/Enemies-to-lovers from Crowley's POV. These two absolutely loathe each other at first. I don't know if I've ever seen an enemies-to-lovers where the enemies were so firmly entrenched. It's only after they start chatting with their mysterious Secret Santa partner do they start to lighten up around each other in person.

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

***

A Billion Points of Light (51K; Rated E)

Human AU. Crowley is saved from an apartment fire by a beautiful, blue-eyed angel of a fireman and is instantly enamored. When Aziraphale also realizes Crowley doesn't have a place to live, he offers his spare bedroom.

***

the last test and proof (36K; Rated E)

Crowley goes on a road trip through the US to try to stop the Second Coming after Aziraphale returns to Heaven while Aziraphale tries his best to get the angels to have more empathy toward humans. In between, they finally talk.

[catatonicreality]

Queer-iest queer

One thing that I absolutely love about myself is how every day is a new day of discovering just how queer I am and that delights me to no ends.

I recently binge watches S1 of Our Flag Means Death in preparation for the new season and also because why wouldn't you want to know that the kiss is coming and burn with anticipation anyway. I also binged Good Omens S2 and the final season of Disenchantment. It's safe to say that my little heart is in queer overload.

I'm still in awe with the writers who made Mary absolutely super chill with Stede saying that "his name is Ed" when confessing that he's in love. Because, why wouldn't it be normal, why wouldn't she be happy for him. The lack of toxicity in these series is breaking my heart in a million sparkling little shards of rainbow colors of happiness. Just overjoyed, I am.

Then there's Disenchantment, where having a mermaid girlfriend is a "duh!" but what got me good was the realistic awkward discussion of being a half-woman half-fish, and how mermaids are women, not half-women. If you know what this is an "coding" of then you know. But... The coding is not even coding; it's there, the point they're making is there and I'm absolutely in tears. It's beautiful to see it. It's beautiful to see queer love just existing and only being burdened by bullshit with which any relationship is burdened.

Then there's Good Omens. I mean... It's Neil Gaiman. Need I say more? I'm hoping that S2 of Sandman will be gay-ified as well. I need to see Morpheus kiss a guy, I really need it.

What I most like about both GO and OFMD is that these are middle-aged men not young people. They are attractive but not in the very obvious and traditional kind of way but their love for one another is so beautiful to see that that's what makes them attractive.

I'm basically having my own little private pride month sitting in my recliner l, crocheting pillows and amigurumi cats and bunnies.

Forgot to write down the artist, please let me know, I can't find it with reverse search image 😭

[catragemiau]

I'm getting fucked up on rum and rewatching Good Omens 2 because I hate myself

SO

Have I ever told you how I hate and don't understand alcohol (I'm drunk rn btw OH THE IRONY) I didn't but I want to abuse the blogging heart of Tumblr to write my rambling down

Expect a lot of typos and incorrect usage of words, I'm awful at English even when I'm not myself.

I've always been amazed by alcoholics. The alcohol, even the best one, has DISGUSTING taste and smell but the thing about it is that it makes your head feel funny and apparently that's enough to ignore the awful sensations you get while drinking it. I'm not particularly into "symbols" and "signs" but A LOT of different little things has convinced me that if I ever start drinking, I'll become an alcoholic.

I started drinking when I was at my internet friend's place in the capital city after I got dumped around 8 months AND half-year ago by two different people who didn't even considered me as their partners lmao. Being asexual in a country with obsession with sex and patriarchy is INTERESTING but that's a discussion for another day. I drank some disgusting cyder and got fucked up after one? two cans?? And then I went to sleep during Terminator 2 because I wasn't used to consuming alcohol. At the age of 22 I think.

I started ordering cocktails at a karaoke bar we were visiting pretty often with irl friends. Apparently they were quite shitty since they were using cheap alcohol and were VERY weak to hide the awful taste. I was okay with that, I didn't know better.

At some point I got acquainted with rum. I think it started with cocktail drinks at that karaoke bar. And at small parties my friend had when he still lived in this city. I can't say I felt in love with it but it's the type of alcohol drink I'm most okay with. Tastes and smells like shit but at least I can bear this type of shit.

For an alcohol beverage, rum is most bearable for me. It STILL tastes like shit but for alcohol it's actually quite good. Now's the time I actually start my rambling about how I don't get it.

Alcohol tastes like shit. Absolute. Abysmal. Shit.

And I still don't get it. After drinking good and AWFUL alcohol.

I'm supposed to be an alcoholic and I'm still convinced if I was normal mentally, I'd be one. But I'm not. I hate how alcohol tastes. And still I'm drinking it, even right now. I FUCKING LOVE RUM I hate rum fuck my life.

I like cocktails when they're made of good and best alcoholic beverages and a shit ton of flavoring agents to kill the taste of alcohol. I like mint cocktails, I LOVE MOJITO. How could people hate mojito??? What's wrong with them. STILL, even if I like cocktails, they're shit. They taste like shit.

I'm amazed by alcoholics. I'm amazed by my friends who can get shitfaced by awful alcohol and then do it again in a few weeks or even days. They can suppress the feeling of tasting shit to get funny feeling in their head. To forget. I don't get it. I wish I could - it would've made my life so much easier, but I can't. It all tastes like shit.

I don't know if I'm autistic or not and I can't even get checked in this country. But I know for the fact that alcohol is SHIT. I can't get addicted to it even if I want to. Even if it makes me feel how I wish I could feel everyday. How I should feel to make my life easier because caring about everything that happens in my life is awful. You know that killing people is bad? You can get in jail here if you say it out loud. Discussion for future when we're legally allowed to talk about it when it all ends.

How can people drink cheapest shittiest alcohol just to forget things? Just to not feel? Do they do it consciously? Do they do it because they forgot why they even started it? Do they do it just because they can? They don't ask of themselves that much, that's for sure.

How can people do things with addiction when it hurts you at first? Do they just not care? Do they not feel the pain that comes with the first step? How do you ignore it? Experience or brain chemistry?

Y'know, I actually love singing. I forget I do but I still do it when I don't feel like shit. Or when I do feel like COMPLETE SHIT. I feel 120% when I'm drunk and I wish my friend would have more parties which end up in improvised karaoke night just so I could express myself the one of two ways I love to. But he's in another city and visits us once half-year. Other than that I'm rarely invited to anything. And I tend to have conflicts with my friends because I'm very demanding of them and of myself but I don't talk about it. I don't like to show it but then I do show it and fuck up everything. Being friends with good people is hard.

Will Wood writes great music. I need to buy a piano to remember my music school times. I still wish my parents would gave me away to guitar or violin teachings but piano is good too.

It was supposed to rain today but it didn't.

To my sober self: stfu. Don't delete this. Learn to deal with cringe.

And you, the follower I've seen for a while or a random person that just decided to waste their time. Tell me about your favorite drink. I love to taste new things. And I probably love you <3 Keep it up. You have to.

[darkshrimpemotions]

Hello! I've been following your blog ever since the finale of The Winchesters and really love all of the metas you've done, they're all very well made.

I have a question about your thoughts on The Leak. I saw that you had made 2 vague posts about it and how the SPN side of tumblr has been treating it, namely poorly (to speak in delicate terms). I'm currently writing a piece about why potentially this attitude is going on, and why it is so pervasive. I'm asking you since you have obviously been in this fandom far longer than I have, and would like to get a second opinion from someone who may potentially have a more comprehensive view on this issue.

However, I completely understand if you don't respond to this as this is an issue that deals heavily with spoilers. I just thought you're 2 posts about it were interesting and would've liked to hear more from you about it as someone who is a diehard heller yet doesn't agree with what's been going on.

Hi hello. I am finally answering this since Good Omens 2 is now out. I didn't want to draw yet more attention to the leak ahead of time, but the time is come so here I go.

There are a lot of overlapping things factoring into some Hellers' overall reaction to the Good Omens leak and Good Omens 2 in general, but I do not have the bandwidth nor the desire to give anyone a crash course in Heller History & Psychology. It mainly comes down to the fact that Hellers, especially those who've been with the show and ship for years, are wounded more than most of us would like to admit by years of queerbaiting, and a bit defensive as a result.

Many of us are in our late 20s, early 30s, or older and grew up without ANY positive representation at all. What little visibility queer people in media were allowed to have was steeped in themes of deviance and tragedy. And the few truly joyful depictions of us that did exist were not accessible to many of us in our communities, especially before the advent of widespread internet access. As a personal example, I only saw the film Big Eden (2000) in the last five years. I didn't know it existed before then!

Queer representation only became more normalized on television once I was well into my 20s. And even then, it was only normalized within very specific limitations. A character could be introduced as queer or have a Queer Life Script type of story. But the majority of these characters were still steeped in negative stereotypes, and it was basically unheard of for a show that didn't set out to be inclusive to suddenly make one of its main characters queer in canon.

(Tangent: I still remember the first time I saw an unexpected queerness reveal on television. Two men were staring intensely at each other in the midst of an argument and I jokingly said "now kiss" at my television screen. And then they did. And after about 5 seconds of wondering if I had magical powers, my entire brain was rewired forever (it was an episode of Cold Case).)

The point is, it was really easy for a long time for general audience members and fans who didn't like Destiel as a ship to tell us we were stupid and crazy for shipping it, because they had the entire history of film and television in North America backing them up. Not to mention the cherry-picked comments of certain actors over the years, and the behavior of moderators at conventions. And many anti-hellers took full advantage of all that, and still do, and don't acknowledge at all the role that real homophobia plays in supporting their stupid little one-sided ship wars.

All of this to say, Destiel fans have every reason to be defensive and prickly.

That being said, I think malicious spreading of the GO2 leak untagged and unwarned-for was extremely shitty. Ruining something important for someone else because we couldn't have the thing we wanted is childish and self-absorbed beyond belief. Shitting on actual, canonical queer representation because it isn't the ship and show you wanted it from is just shitty, full stop.

And for what? It's not like Warner Brothers is going to wake up one morning and say "wow those Hellers really shit on every other queer rep on offer, guess that means it would be lucrative and smart from a business standpoint to resurrect a cancelled show just to give them canon Destiel after all these years!" But then let's be honest, there's no logic behind this kind of behavior. It's just meanness, bitterness, and spite. And while I sympathize with the bitterness, the meanness and spite are inexcusable.

Finally, the veiled-to-explicit accusations that Good Omens was trying to somehow supplant or copy Destiel are unspeakably stupid.

For one thing, I can think of few things further from "trying to be like Destiel" than taking a queer interpretation of a work that was not really intended by its authors and running with it full speed ahead. Supernatural is an example of how homophobia makes a story worse by flattening its characters and wasting its potential. Good Omens the show is an example of how a willingness to embrace queer interpretations of a story can give it new life and dimension.

So if anything, that's an inversion of what happened with Destiel! Supernatural is a straight man's straightwashed fanfic of a censored version of a queer story. It was forced into the closet at every turn by a homophobic network despite the efforts of queer and queer-friendly writers to course-correct throughout its 15-year run. The sheer number of bisexuals SPN took inspiration from only to straight-wash and queerbait for as long as it did is almost as ridiculous as claiming that a show that did the opposite of that was trying to emulate it.

I also find it stupid because Good Omens the book was published fifteen years before the fifteen-year hate crime that is Supernatural ever aired a single episode. The elements of queerness that the show teased out and expanded upon existed back when Eric Kripke was still what I can only imagine was an insufferable teen proto-filmbro making some poor underpaid high school English professor take up drinking to cope with his hypermasc Americana edgelord bullshit in every essay.

Much like when SPN fans started yelling that Matt Ryan's Constantine was a ripoff of Supernatural and Castiel, this is just embarrassing. If anything, the inspiration for Destiel came from Good Omens, not the other way around.

As for any worries fans express (in their adamant denials) about the Ineffable Lovers "replacing" Destiel, I have to ask...for who? Pretty sure no diehard Heller is going to burn their Castiel handprint patch from Stands as a sacrifice to the gomens gods to prove their loyalty. And anyway, nothing is ever going to approach being the "new Destiel" without at least a dozen years of will-they/won't-they slow burn angst and enemies to allies to enemies to friends to coparents to lovers shenanigans. It's just implausible! We can't even get a show to have five whole seasons anymore nowadays.

I know Destiel is important to Hellers. I'm a Heller. It's important to ME. But we aren't doing ourselves or anyone else any favors by acting like every star-crossed queer love story that comes along is somehow copying or devaluing Destiel. That is just laughably untrue. The Ineffable Lovers will never be Destiel, sure. But who ever said they were trying to be? I thought the whole explicit canonicity bit made it pretty clear that wasn't the case.

TL;DR: Hellers including me all have terminal brainworms from being gaslit since we were impressionable teenagers by Eric Kripke and all his successors, but that's no excuse to intentionally spoil big moments or be shitty about other shows giving their audience canonical queer rep. From the bottom of my Heller heart, grow the fuck up besties.

[spoiltizzy]

I've weathered many a fandom, and something I noticed about OFMD is that--while I've seen damn near every kink under the sun take off with the fans--there isn't a lot of feedist/weight gain/belly kink arts/fic. And I wonder if it's because OFMD already features multiple sexy fat characters, all of whom are allowed to be richly complex and human?

At first I'd thought it would be the opposite, show with multiple fat characters overflowing with belly kink fan work. But then I looked back on the fandoms I've been in, and feedism content seemed to show up more if there weren't a lot or any fat characters, and what fat characters were around were just one note and not allowed to be their own person.

Reminds me of how, in stories not featuring a lot of queer people, fans chomp at the bit to headcanon canonically cishet characters as some flavor of queer.

Like if there's *lack* of representation fans will compensate, whether it's headcanoning a straight character as gay or having a canon thin character gain a bunch of weight. But in stoires like in OFMD, there's less likelihood of fans trying to make up for a lack of rep *because* there's no lack. The rep is there and it's good.

Or maybe I'm just totally off base. I've def rambled on in your ask box, that's for sure

To be honest I don't quite relate to what you mean because to me OFMD is the only fandom I've felt like I've been a part of a community of feedists in, haha. Forgive me if you weren't saying this and I've read it wrong, but I think you're saying there's not much belly kink content for OFMD?? I often think about how I'm fascinated by the fact that, in my eyes, belly kink content took off in this fandom. Although you're right that there's not that much art out there except for my own, haha. I have seen other people draw like, fat Izzy and stuff, but mostly on commission. I don't know if I can find those links rn but I'll look around later on and maybe reblog this post.

I know I don't get a lot of interaction on this blog and my fics aren't THAT popular but between the discord server and the fact I don't have much experience with getting attention in larger fandoms but there's been a fair amount of engagement with my feedism fics in this fandom AND I've read a lot of belly fic in this fandom, it seems to me like belly kink is fairly accepted here?

There's also just a general appreciation for the softness of bodies in fic in this fandom, I tend to find. It's more common than in other fandoms for non-belly kink fic to mention soft bellies. Well, it's no Good Omens fandom, where the belly stuff is sorta almost taken as a given and it's borderline kink and goes untagged sometimes too it's so inherent to the main pairing, but the OFMD fandom certainly has an appreciation for softness of the body types of the middle-aged main pairing.

I don't know exactly what other fandoms you're referencing, maybe big fandoms that just inherently have bigger sample sizes for people of all different kinks, but OFMD seems pretty full of belly stuff to me? And a lot more of it seems really loving and comes with plot and character study than I've sometimes seen in other fandoms where there's nothing but the belly stuff in the belly content, to a point it almost seems, for lack of a better word, dehumanising? Or, lacks romance, anyway. Most of the belly stuff I encounter in OFMD is very horny but also has a sweetness to it, or like, comes along with fairly common and enticing fanfic plots, maybe even some angst, just overall a lot of heart and a lot of dimension.

You'll find the majority of feedist-themed OFMD fic under this and that search, I think. I'm sure you didn't need any help with this but I really do think there's a fair amount of it out there. I'm also friends with people who are often working on more of it at any given time.

I know what you mean about the compensation thing though. Like, I reckon when it comes to the ratio of feedist fic to normal fic, there's probably not as much in the Sherlock fandom, but there's more numerically, I think. And it's not at all a fandom you'd guess from the canon would have any belly content in it. I think it makes more sense in Supernatural because there's a lot more food and eating in the canon there, but then you've also got characters who just never seem to gain any weight, and yeah, like. That can drive people a bit nuts. I can't quite think of other examples now but feel free to let me know. Still, I don't think, when you think about the fact there's a lot less fic for OFMD overall (especially because it's existed for a lot less time!!! these other fandoms have been producing content and active for years!) then there's actually quite a bit of belly fic. There really could be more art tho tbh... I am talking to a Void here lmaooo...

[just-1other-nerd]

Good Omens live blog ep. 7

The engine starter thing he held in the season 1 finale when he stopped time and Aziraphale held the flaming sword was something he had the whole time as the architect?! I love this detail!

The way Aziraphale was so irritated when Crowley only had eyes for the universe, he's like "I thought you were talking about me", like we, the fandom, decided that the Blitz was the moment Aziraphale fell in love but you can't tell me he didn't have a crush right there

The consistent character of Crowley being like, "If it ends in 6000 years, what's even the point of it?" when it's said in season 1 episode 1 that he hasn't got anything against Armageddon in general but doesn't actually want it to happen, just to actually take part in saving everything all. But I also see his rebellious spirit in the opening sequence. And the callback/foreshadowing of the "I only ever asked questions" bit is great

O my God! Crowley did the wing thing first! Losing my mind!

Aziraphale renting the shop to Maggie is so sweet (and I love that "You don't own me" is playing in the background)

The bit about the government people meeting in this park just keeps coming back, I love it

Crowley is wearing a snake belt!

That hug made my skin crawl

Imagine just having a normal day and then you open the door and your naked ex-boss is standing right in front of you, what a nightmare

Funny how objectively Crowley is a loser who lives in his car but it still feels like he is having the upper hand when he's talking to Shax. Also, how schadenfroh he is about Gabriel is in trouble, at least for now...

What is up with that fly in the box?

Crowley knows Aziraphale so well, and he likes to brag about it

Strings version of Bohemian Rhapsody playing, yesss

The way our demon immediately offers his help

Nooooo, Maggie made a move, but Nina has a partner

The way Crowley just wants to be safe and together with Aziraphale... and they argue like a married couple

He tries so hard to control himself and to be not so impulsive, but Aziraphale just makes him too emotional, so he can't...

Isn't the pub on the box of matches the one from the "everyday" thing? Btw, Michael only waited for Gabriel to be out of the way, I just know it

"Extreme sanctions", that's so clever of the writers and the marketing team! Also Beelzebub is a vibe

I relate a lot to Maggie. Also, Lindsay sounds toxic

Queen song!

They even apologise like husbands! The dance kills me, also I guess the angel knows more than just the gavotte

Husbands plotting, slay kings, slay

Noooo, they know!

Imma go watch the next one...

[tamlinrose]

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Needless to say I’m devastated, obviously. The season was amazing, the writing, the acting, everything, and I was SO sure it was going to end with a drunken breakfast at the Ritz like Crowley. I was SO SURE they were going to kiss and happy music would swell and it was going to be all fine and dandy.

And of course I’m heartbroken for how It turned out, of COURSE I’m devastated that Aziraphale fundamentally missed the point that Crowley doesn’t want to be an Angel again, he doesn’t want to be a demon, he wants to be AZIRAPHALE’S.

Of course I’m so fucking sad that Crowley finally was vulnerable, and it came at just the wrong moment, the wrong time, the wrong wording to convince Aziraphale heaven can’t be fixed, because the thing is, Aziraphale is still brainwashed by the idea of Good. He is SO used to heaven being unkind that the second they throw him a bone he jumps, thinks “this is a chance for things to be different!” And is completely blinded by his own need to feel like a part of something bigger that he can’t see the truth, that they are manipulative and always will be, that if he didn’t have respect before he certainly won’t now, and most importantly That CROWLEY has never treated him like that, not once.

On the other hand, for all the people who are devastated and saying that they won’t rewatch, that they’re burning the bridge of their interest in good omens, that this is queerbait, it’s NOT. That’s your prerogative to stop watching of course, but the point is this is an UNFINISHED TALE. 6 episodes couldn’t cover the story, the overarching story, and this season didn’t have what would have been essential to Crowley and Aziraphale truly ending up together.

Crowley said it himself, Aziraphale WASNT THERE when they told him to shut up and die. He doesn’t believe heaven is as bad as it is because he hasn’t witnessed the true coldness up there in so long, and he’s NORMALIZED to the neglect and abuse he faces up there in a way many abused people are. He thinks that one bone is enough, that he can fix them, and he always would have felt that, which is why He NEEDS a personal arc where he realizes this on his own and stands up for himself AGAINST HEAVEN. THIS is his opportunity to do that. THAT is why the writers made him go back, he needs to know for himself before he can accept it.

THATS why Neil Gaiman is saying on his blog that he needs a season 3 to complete the arc. The writing timing of this falling out is intentional to keep the show alive to get to that point. If this tragic moment was left for Season 3 Ep 1 and they dined at the ritz like normal for Season 2 finale, there wouldn’t be any development we need for Aziraphale, and more importantly, if would feel like there was no need for a season 3. This tension is the writing worlds way of PRESERVING this show, and it’s frustrating yes, but that’s how things get renewed, that’s how Aziraphale gets the arc he needs, that’s how we get happy endgame Aziracrow, that’s how you rev up anticipation for the Second Coming, THATS how you write a story.

Also, it’s not queerbait. It never has been. They’ve always been in love, not even TALKING about the kiss here but about their complete trust in each other, their inside jokes, the DANCE SCENE, Crowley comforting Aziraphale after he lied to heaven. The symbolism between them and Maggie and Nina. (Nina also being in an abusive relationship like Aziraphale with heaven and needing TIME TO PROCESS before getting with Maggie, who will wait for her is totally mirroring the arc Aziraphale needs to have btw. Abused people don’t often just fall into healthy new relationships while still being entangled in their old ones mentally). My point is that if your argument for hating the ending is this was pulling the rug out from under queer fan base, think about all the creators who shoe in a gay relationship, kiss at the last second on the shows last episode, think about all the shows where subtext had to be enough, or where showrunners weren’t brave or allowed enough to make a relationship canon until the last second. This is the MIDDLE of the show (if everything goes well with Amazon which is out of Neil’s control). This has been explicit from the creators mouth and frankly the show itself for ages, even without a kiss. This is not queerbait, and sometimes relationships need space to be able to come back together in a truly fulfilled way, even queer ones.

Anyway that’s my rant, I have more, per usual, but this post is already long

[szilianna]

For when you get back: Share some worldbuilding about illagers in your minecraft lore =)

I already did that on @szlilianna but i have some more things about them so here we go. If you're interested in it them basically read the whole blog it's mainly illager lore.

They have night vision. Not that good though, but they can see in the dark quite well, a bit better than players can, so that's why some rooms in the mansion are dark. Those are the important rooms.

They can't cook. At all. The only time they eat good food is when they steal it from villagers. They eat whatever they can find, their meals mostly consist of plants like pumpkin (that they grow in the mansion) and some meat if they have, but this is only for the upper classes, the lower ones get whatever they can have. By lower classes I mean witches, lower ranked vindicators and maids. So it might be gross for players but illagers like it (they don't like anything lmao) and they eat it. And mostly they're full after it (upper classes but sometimes lower too)

They don't kill, they just kidnap young villagers to transform them into vindicators and form their souls into vexes. They don't do it out of pity, they would kill anyone. They just know that a child is way easier to kidnap than an adult, but sometimes they kidnap adult villagers as well to work them as slaves or maids.

They're hot (by them i mean vindicators. Im such a slut for them wtf whats wrong with me)

They have gay and lesbian couples, but not out of love. They don't marry for love, they "marry" for tactical reasons. This mostly goes for vindicators. Ngl they look so gay already like 😳😳

Every mansion is controlled by a high ranked evoker and vindicator family. They also own outposts (5) and villages (10). By own I mean they send patrols to villages every month to collect food and stuff they need, and in exchange, villagers get iron golems and peace. But they're not allowed to get any help. So when a player comes to the village with the Bad Omen effect, illagers send a raid to teach the villagers a lesson on why they shouldn't befriend the enemy, and should rather work for them, the greatest kind (illagers think they're gods, especially evokers)

They're mean. Very mean. That's why anyone with a normal mind kills themselves. Or they become alcoholics, which is still better than your only pleasure being killing innocent people (vindicator reference)

High ranked vindicators get a johnny nametag every time they raid. Yes. Even girls. But most vindicator girls are disguised as boys and nobody will ever find out because of the modest clothing, and because most vindicators don't really talk. Yes, they're a bit weaker than men, but that's not a big deal.

[cordycepsfem]

I saw this post on my "normie" blog and I have a couple of thoughts about it.

So there's a few things I boxed off because they jumped out at me.

1.) "Being openly queer" - OP is "genderqueer" and "aroace." I assume that by being "openly queer" on campus they wear a style of clothing and hair we're all too familiar with, accompanied perhaps by many pronoun pins and pride flags no one recognizes. Because what else is there beyond stereotypes? OP is straight "queer," which is meaningless, but I'm glad they've found that they're able to wear the clothes they like at college.

2.) The phrase "not being able to participate" when others are having a conversation about significant others was odd to me. OP can participate in a conversation about that, even if they don't have a reciprocal side of the conversation focused on their own romance/dates/etc. If you don't want to be a good friend and listen, then tell your friend that and leave. But it sounds more like you're jealous that you can't participate... because this is not the response of a supportive friend, it's the response of someone who desperately wants to have something to share.

3.) "This is supposed to be the least lonely time of my fucking life." Citation hella needed. College is not a series of cookie-cutter experiences for everyone. For some people it's another rung of high-school-level socializing and social enjoyment, and for some people it's a serious time when major events happen that change their lives, and for some people it just is what it is, and things go on more or less as planned. There is no certain guarantee that you are meant to have tons of friends in college.

The thing I didn't box off because it just sort of runs through OP's post is the sad "pity me" vibes. Oh, it's so sad that people my age are doing things most people my age do - I have to watch TV, can you believe it (girl, you have a sideblog for "Good Omens," nobody thinks you're a poor little meow meow for watching it again)? Oh, I don't want people I call my friends to be happy, I wish they'd come to the library with me instead. Oh, I can't figure out how tables work, so I can't bring a chair into the group without feeling like an outsider... really?

I understand OP is young and there's a lot of growing up to do in college. But one thing you should be prepared to learn ASAP is that for the vast majority of your college peers, dating and romance is going to be a thing. You understanding this now is, weirdly, the most "queer" thing about you.

For some LGB people, dating is hard. They might be closeted. They might be afraid of social attitudes. They might live somewhere it's not safe. They might not know how to find others like them. They definitely know that the majority of people in their peer group are heterosexual, because the majority of people are heterosexual. And maybe some of those LGB people are also out here making "pity me" posts, but I didn't see any of those, so this one will have to do.

Being "aroace" takes you out of a lot of situations that the majority of a peer group will get into. It's not your fault, and you're not "broken" for feeling that way, but you need to be honest with your friends and honest with yourself. If you can't stand to hear someone talk about a relationship, is that healthy? Can you be a good friend to someone if you can't hear them talk about a very normal, socially acceptable topic?

Let me provide an example. I don't drink, but I have friends who like to drink when we go out. I don't judge them for it, or act like I should be pitied or that somehow their drinking makes my social life lesser. Is it sometimes annoying that they always want to go to a bar or somewhere there's drinks? Sure. Can I ask them to do other things with me instead if I'm not feeling bar night? Of course - and we do lots of other things together. Is it socially acceptable to go until it's no longer fun for me and then just leave? Yep, and they're A-OK with that. None of us make a big deal about it.

I hope OP finds a way to make life bearable, and finds friends who are willing to make the kind of social agreements that keep her comfortable and her friends engaged... because demanding that her friends never go out and never talk about relationships will lose her all of them extremely quickly.

[chaoswithinthemind]

Welcome to this corner of the internet.02!!

I felt like redoing this- I've been having it in my mind to do it, for a while. So here I am! Here to share a tiny bit behind this blog of shitposts, reposts, hyperfixations and babbles.

My name is hidden in the depths of the internet where I lurk.. if you know me beyond this place, that information is your treasure to keep. (Or not literal treasure but shhh let me be dramatic-). To you all, though, I'm probably just Chaos. Or whatever you wanna call me - I'm not picky. I'm non-binary, queer, and aspec.

I deal with (currently undiagnosed) ADHD and some pretty shitty anxiety problems. Not sure what it is, but if I think about it too long I'll get anxious again.

Some of my major interests are:

-My OCs and stories

-Animation

-Writing and roleplay

-Mario Kart (I wanna be the very best like no one ever wassss,,,)

-Cats

-Psychology

-Scuba diving

My current hyperfixations are Good Omens and Baldurs Gate 3 (If you must know, I'm down bad for Astarion, Karlach.. and surprisingly Gale. I didn't like him at first, but then I found out he has trauma), and Doctor Who. Some of my old hyperfixations (which are now currently normal interests) are:

-Nimona

-Hadestown

-The Amazing Devil (This one keeps coming back as a hyperfixation though 😭)

-Marine biology

-The Underland Chronicles

-Ghost (band)

And uuuuh I don't remember much else for that but I'll probably add more in the future. Also, I like nearly every genre of music. I want to Kirby all of it. I also want to eat beautiful things! It doesn't necessarily include people entirely,, usually just their eyes or hair or style.

[ingravinoveritas]

Hi! How are you doing? Sorry, maybe I'm a bit out of the blue with this ask, but I feel like you're my guide in the MS×DT fandom, I always read your blog and I like the way you share your point of view! I thought that maybe you can help me understand?

I read a tweet about Staged 3 that said: "David is in Japan filming an advert for WHAT??? No. Pls no. The BASTARDS. THEY KNOW. I bet it was Michael’s idea to put that in. Just to send the Good Omens fandom round the bend." and everytime someone asks them to elaborate or explain, no one gives clear answers 🥲 since English is not mother tongue, it's even more difficult for me to read between the lines or understand what they mean. I just got that it has to do with a fanfiction and a fruit, but that's it! I don't even know the title of the fic. Do you know what this is all about? It seems like something extremely cursed 👀 so if you don't want to go into detail, it's totally fine of course, but just a little bit more of context would be wonderful 🙈 I feel like I'm missing a joke! And I'm so curious especially because I can perfectly picture Michael shocking David with some cursed fanfic involving them! Hahahaha

Hi, Anon! Well, first let me thank you for your very kind words--I’m humbled and honored that you consider me your guide in the MS/DT fandom! I appreciate that so much.

So, let’s first get a gif up of the moment in Staged 3 that folks are referencing, for anyone who hasn’t seen it:

As a point of clarity, I feel the need to mention that what Michael is talking about (and by extension, what was being referenced in the tweet you mentioned (which I did see) and why everyone in the fandom went into uncontrolled paroxysms when this was said in Staged 3) is cream cheese:

Under normal circumstances, cream cheese is a delicious item that can be used in a number of dishes and applications, from cheesecake to fluffy cream cheese frosting to the always classic bagel with a little schmear (as I feel qualified to say, being a native New Yorker).

In this case, however, it is indeed a fanfic that is being referenced (which I also mentioned on this post recently). But this is no ordinary fanfic, Anon. It’s an explicit GO/Ineffable Husbands fic, but it is so beyond horrific in its writing style and content that it has become nearly mythic in its notoriety in the fandom. This is the kind of fic that would turn God into an atheist. If the GO fandom was a neighborhood, this fic would be the house at the end of the block with no paint and boarded up windows and that is probably haunted by the ghost of a Victorian orphan. Everyone knows to stay away, but some folks just get so darn curious they have to have a look...and then immediately regret it.

Now, if you actually still want to read this Kafka-esque dairy product-violating abomination of a fanfic, you can read it here. But I am urging you to take heed, and to bear in mind that the tags and warnings don’t come close to preparing you for what is in store. Proceed with all the caution in the world, Anon, and don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because I did. Multiple times. (I’m just saying...)

Also, to your point about Michael shocking David with a cursed fanfic involving them, I could see that, too...but for the sake of my sanity, I’m going to pretend that this is the one fic Michael decided not to share with him, and that he decided to stick with some nice, filthy, normal smut (GO or RPF) instead. We can pray, anyway.

I hope this helps to answer your question, Anon. Thanks for writing in! x