#just dance 2023 fanfiction

[arcade-conspiracy]

Inherently Bad

Angst, Fluff

Jack Rose/Mihaly (platonic or romantic)

TW: Negative self talk, references to a controlling parent

A/N: Enjoy my venting through Jack, babes this is why I don’t write anymore : )

Jack Rose was a villain. At least that’s what he was always told he was. Anyone who knew of his mother could conclude that. The assumption that all he did was harm people wasn’t an uncommon one, and to him, it made sense why.

He tried his best to be a good person, of course. To do what he could to make things easier for the ones his mother hurt. To ease the lives of those that listened to his music, and came to see him perform. He tried to be a positive force in every way he could, but he knew that wasn’t exactly enough. Attempting to be a good person doesn’t always translate into actually being one.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there would always claws be on his shoulder. He couldn’t get rid of the shadow looming behind him, whispering instructions in his ear. He felt like everything he did was corrupt. That all of his actions would be in her image, making him inherently evil, no matter how hard he tried to go against what she wanted. As if the blood he carried was cursed, simply because it attached him to her.

He was thinking deeply about this at the moment, unintentionally, that is. Here he was, still sitting in a room at the danceverse prince’s house, not knowing what to do next. All he’d done since arriving here was brood, barely even leaving the room that wasn’t technically his. It had been months since Nightswan was even seen last, and yet he still felt horrid. He could have ruined everyone’s lives. Being reminded of it sent a chill down his spine.

He couldn’t focus while around his friends, he was too busy making sure he didn’t hurt or offend them. Hence the isolating in this bedroom. He couldn’t have a single conversation without the urge to apologize creeping up his neck. He wanted to explain, he wanted to remind them every chance he got that he was remorseful, that he was trying to be a good person now. He couldn’t flat out tell them what he wanted to, he knew it was getting excessive, but he couldn’t act like everything was normal either.

He had already done everything but grovel at their feet in forgiveness and he still couldn’t shake this feeling of guilt. The feeling that he was doing something wrong by being around at all.

He felt dirty, tainted. Like the words he heard from his mother seeped into his brain. Like he needed to scratch dried blood off of his soul. Like the many scorching showers he’d taken in the aftermath just didn’t get him clean, as what needed scrubbing wasn’t his skin. Like his own dna was repugnant, and he couldn’t escape it if he tried.

He hurt people, badly. He helped enslave them, he ruined lives. His mothers plans tore apart danceverses, and tore apart families. Though, she didn’t get nearly as far as she had hoped, she caused irreparable damage. Peoples brains and bodies were altered, borderline destroyed, by her actions. And he helped her do it.

He should have done something about it, he thought. There’s nothing saying he couldn’t have changed anything. If he hasn’t just sat around in his own misery, maybe things would have been different. Maybe his mother would be dead, but that would mean so many others would still be alive. In the end he was simply too weak to even try.

He didn’t realize what a spiral he was in, nor did he realize he was crying, until he heard a soft knock on the door. Not done by a fist but rather a few fingers, it was obvious who was on the other end. He scrambled to get everything situated, quickly smoothing out the blanket he was previously sitting on, but not before wiping his face with it. “Coming!” Jack barked, not meaning to come off as annoyed as he did.

He shook his head to come to a bit, before opening the door. As expected, Mihaly was behind it. No one else exactly knocks the way they do. They immediately looked confused the moment they layed eyes on him, which caused Jack to pull his own confused face back. He apparently didn’t do much of a good job or drying his face, so to Mihaly, it was clear something was up.

“Is there a reason you’re hiding up in here?” They said blankly, not stepping into the room or even moving closer. Their flat tone almost sounded accusatory but Jack knew that wasn’t it. It was more urgent than anything.

“I didn’t realize I was hiding!” He joked, opening the door further to usher Mihaly in. He sat down on the bed, expecting them to sit next to him, but they just stayed sanding, still looking a bit skeptical with their hands in their shirt pocket. He just stared right back.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” They looked over him again. Jack had his shoulders up to his ears, his hands picking at his fingers rather than the normal tugging of the sequins on his suit. His lips were sealed tight together, as if he was clenching his teeth. Something was off, he was just concealing it well. At least as well as he could.

“Yeah, sorry I haven’t been out, I’ve just been feeling kinda down on myself. Trying to figure out if I’m as bad of a person as I feel, I guess” He chuckled, speaking nonchalantly. As if this was general knowledge, or workplace banter. As if Mihaly was going to just agree with him, or give him some lighthearted tips on how to improve himself.

“Jack Rose, you are not bad. Why would you think you’re bad?” They gasped, their hands removing from their pockets and glueing themselves to their sides. Their eyes went wide, filing through their brain for any reason that he would think so lowly of himself. He was such a strong individual? Why would he think like that?

“Because I hurt people, so many people.” He paused. Disregarding the fact that he was still wearing shoes, he adjusted how he was sitting, pulling a knee up to his chest. His arms clutched around it, still looking up at his friend as if he hadn’t moved at all. “I’m nothing like the rest of you, I don’t exactly deserve to be here.”

“I can’t find a single reason why you shouldn’t be here. You’re on our side, aren’t you?”

“Well yeah, but it’s not like just because I’m on the ‘good side’ that makes me good.” He shrugged, looking more defeated than anything. He gestured a hand at Mihaly, feeling the tears well up in his eyes now that he was thinking on the topic again. “You- You guys are righteous. You’re absolutely incredible. I’m not like that!”

Mihaly tried to bud in, but he just kept going, now waving his hand as he was speaking. “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen. You haven’t knowingly hurt people when you knew you- you could probably do something to stop it. The four of you are heroes, I almost perpetuated the downfall of the danceverse.”

As he tried to think of words, the waterworks fell over, as much as he tried to stop it from happening. The nails on Jacks other hand were digging into his leg so bad they’d have to leave marks. He truly felt this way about himself, that his past actions could never be forgiven. That no matter the circumstances, he must be corrupt. He let his eyes avert from them, leaning his forehead against his friend, he already felt bad for dragging them into this conversation but he kept going. “I am inherently a bad person, Mihaly. No one would forgive me for this.”

“Well, luckily I am nobody!” Mihaly joked, sending a comforting smile towards him. “You are absolutely forgiven. Not just by me, but I’m sure Brezziana and Wanderlust share the same sentiment. If Sara was here, she absolutely would agree too.” They looked determined, gently running a hand over his shoulder, closely watching for any sign the contact might not be okay.

“But why? My mother almost destroyed your home, and successfully destroyed so many others. I willingly helped her, you realize that, right?” Jack looked up at them, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand. If he was in his friends position, there’s no way he could have even thought about trusting him. After everything, what does he have to offer? “Nothing can change the lives I’ve ruined,, as much as you think im a good person, I’m just not. You’ve been deceived.”

They just stared at him blankly, motioning for him to move in order for them to sit on the bed too. Mihaly looked over at him, head cocked like a dog processing instructions. Their hands clasped together, sitting in their lap.

“You have not deceived anyone. This is truly who you are, you’re not evil. Why would I lie?”

Jack sighed, letting his head hang again. “I just don’t- I can’t process why anyone would even want to be in the same room as me, let alone why you guys would be friends with me.”

Mihaly thought for a moment, adjusting the way they were sitting so their knees were under them. It made them a smidge taller, and allowed them to face his direction better. “Listen to me. Would you have done everything you did if you weren’t under the influence of Nightswan?”

He went silent.

Would he have? He had free will as it was, he could have rebelled at any moment, right. Some part of him must have liked it, if he kept it going for so long, right?. But if his mother was never in the picture, he would have never even thought about harming people the way he had. He would have been touring or writing music this whole time instead, right?

“I- I don’t know.” He admitted, staring off at the wall, intentionally avoiding looking at Mihaly. He knew what look they were going to have on their face. The same one they wear when they’re right about the culprit in Clue, or Wanderlust messes up a recipe they told him he was doing wrong. For better or worse, they knew what they were talking about most of the time, it was just difficult to believe.

“Well I for one don’t think you’d do anything you’ve done if she wasn’t your parent.” They were being as genuine as they possibly could, and hoped that Jack could feel it. They knew it wasn’t always easy to tell when things were serious if they were talking. “You have done nothing but good since I have met you.”

The boy wiped his face, trying in vain to stop himself from crying anymore. He didn’t want to look at them when he was in such a state. He knew it was fine, he knew this was just how he was feeling, but something about this entire situation felt wrong to him. Like even talking about this concern made him a bad person. He was being self aware, he thought he could fix it himself. No one else was supposed to know, because he knew it would just worry the others.

He took a shaky breath, attempting with everything in him to believe what they were saying. He tried to process it, internalize it without that shock of immediate denial running down his spine. Even as he replayed what they said in his head, it just couldn’t slip past those feathery barriers in his brain that point out every flaw he had.

“I don’t know if I can believe you right now,,” he eventually spat through grit teeth, still just staring forward, the hand not around his leg now gripping the comforter under them. He didn’t know what he was doing, being so honest about everything. It was something about Mihaly that made you trust them, even if you’ve just met. It was something so special about them, he just wished that magic wasn’t in effect in times like these. Where he wanted to share just too much information than another person should have to carry.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to right now.” They draped their arms around Jack’s shoulders. The two sat for a second until they felt a sob shake his body. It took everything in them not to shush him, but they were afraid that might be a bit much at the moment. “Just know that you are priceless. We couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

They sat in silence, while Jack cried. He eventually let himself lean into their hug, dropping his foot back to the floor. They let out a sigh of relief, happy that he was accepting the comfort. The two stayed this way for a moment, until Jack felt comfortable enough to look Mihaly in the eyes again, at least.

“Apologies for just dumping this on you.” He said, a chuckle behind his voice. He attempted to wipe his face with the edge of his sleeve, shrugging at his previous statement.

Mihaly just kept their soft expression, holding back from the lecture they could be giving. He didn’t have to apologize, he should have talked to someone sooner. “You’re cool. Do you want to come out with the others? We were thinking of getting ice cream.” They smiled.

[wwwanderlust-topazzz]

Before everything possibly blows up today, I wanna say some stuff.

Every piece of fanfiction and fanart made for this ship is still art, and in my opinion, should be kept up (not forcing). You didn’t know that they were brothers at the time. If you don’t want it connected to your name, maybe label it as “Made before they were brothers” and orphan it on AO3.

About a year ago, I started reading fanfiction. The first ones I ever remember reading are “There Are Thorns On The Roses They Throw” (by @lightning-and-sparks) and “Address me, Your Majesty” (by @ssstarlighttt). Notice how both of these are pretty much Jacklust/Wanderrose centered fanfictions? Yeah.

Around 6 months ago, I started writing fanfiction, and this fanfiction had the ship in it. Even though it wasn’t the main focus of the fic, it had a big enough impact on the story in the long-run, to where I am unsure if I will ever finish it. Less than a month ago, I released another fanfiction. This one, similarly to the other one, was not focused on the ship, But it also had a big enough impact on the story. I may not ever finish this one either.

No matter what, I am pretty sure that I am keeping both of my fanfictions up. I am planning to just tag them as “written before they were brothers”. Another reason that I’m unsure if I will finish them is that I do not write quickly. By the time I finished both of them, I would not be surprised if Just Dance 2026 Edition has been announced.

I have read so many Jacklust/Wanderrose fanfictions, and each and every one has been a masterpiece - one that someone put hours into thinking about, and hours forming that into words to end up sharing with the community. Same goes for the fanart. I thank everyone for their contributions to this ship.

I would love to make a list of shout-outs to all the amazing fanfiction writers, but that would take a very long time, as there is so many. I wish us all the best luck for today.

[new-and-disturbed-theorist]

After saving Wander Lust, Jack is tasked with a new misson. After almost getting caught by the Just Dancers, he returns to an old sanctuary. The only place he dares to call home.

I'M BAAAAAAAACK BITCHES!

Please read the author's note at the beginning. Sorry for the delay, tell me y'all's thoughts and I hope y'all enjoy. I'm not stopping this train!

[fluffyfangirl]

"Second Chances and Dances"

by @foodiewithdahoodie

My first big art piece for the 2023 @bylerbigbang! Fic: "Second Chances and Dances" by @foodiewithdahoodie

I had such a blast working on this! Thanks for being an amazing partner and giving the most wonderful options to draw - and all the time hyping each other up to and create even more! 🐝

There's also two more smaller pieces and a photoset to show more of their family life!

[missionaryghoul]

Fucked up and accidentally perma deleted a lot of the drafts for my jd fics and don’t feel like rewriting them 😖

[thxrnking]

Legacy of the Thorn King | Wanderlust

 Wanderlust hesitates, pinning Jack with a determined look.

“I’m coming back. You can ignore me all you want. Walk off, kick me out, shove me. I don’t care. You won’t change my mind.“ Wanderlust points over Jack's shoulder to his mother in the corridors beyond. “Neither will she.”

Imperfect | Overkill | Legacy | The Thorn King

[apexious]

just a lil reminder to be nice to us fanfic writers for a bit

the JD tweet has left us feeling a lil vulnerable 😅

[fletthewreck]

Working on something and feeling the immense need to share:

“That day, the first time he had ever met the sorcerer's son who he was taught to never see as a threat, he was the very one that immediately took it to battling Wander. And he succeeded in taking him over. If Jack Rose had never decided to side with the Just Dancers, Wander fears there wouldn't be Just Dancers anymore. At the very least, they would no longer be themselves. “

[elven-author]

Does anyone know if Jack Rose or Wanderlust is taller? I need it for a fic I’m writing but I legit can’t tell.

[uwu-berryfaerie]

Sara vs. Night Swan (POV, angst fic)

Fandom: Just Dance

Rating: T

Characters: Sara, Night Swan, Jack Rose

Relationships: Night Swan/Jack Rose

Tags: Alternate universe, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sara, POV Night Swan, Fainting, Unconsciousness, Healing, Redemption, Son taking care of mother, Angst, Concussion, Post-concussion syndrome

POV: Sara

Sara felt a knot well up in her stomach as she backed up to her friends comforting her, realizing the extent of how powerful Night Swan was. Breathing heavily, Night Swan won't back down until she wins that match, gazing straight ahead with hate and anger in her eyes. "You won't break me," Night Swan growled, bobbing and weaving in an attempt to land a hit on Sara. "I'll show you who's boss!" At that moment, Sara felt a sharp, quick scratching sensation on her cheeks, only for her to reach up to touch the wound and can see blood oozing down her fingers, leaving her physically shaking. You would've thought it was something the human girl could control, but she couldn't. Shouting, Sara charged straight toward Night Swan, bashing her hard in the head with her fist. The power-hungry witch barely stood steadily as her dark magic drained, sinking to her knees before her body hit the ground. Sara felt an immense joy building up inside her as her friends, Wanderlust, Mihaly, Brezziana, Jack Rose, and Discoball, stood beside her and felt that unmatched excitement. However, it all came to a halt when Jack exclaimed in shock and ran over to an unconscious Night Swan. The rest of the team caught up to him, looking worried as he tried to wake up his sleeping mother. Sara, who felt a sense of justice over looking after one of her friends, told the rest of the gang to check on all of the coaches who were formerly Night Swan's minions. Sara crouched down to Jack's level to see a scared look on his face as he tried every one of his instincts to wake up his mother, even resorting to lightly shaking her by the shoulders while her head rested on his lap. With a tone of urgency, Sara talked it out to Jack for a few moments and proceeded to rush into her bedroom. As Sara stood next to Jack, laying his mother down on her bed and making her comfortable as possible, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him because Jack's mother was the one who always wanted him to be perfect. "Are you gonna be okay in here?" she asked Jack out of concern. Jack nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, relax. All of this happens way too fast." Jack gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts while watching over his mother as Sara walked out of the room and looked out the door. While she watched, she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She knew that she beat Night Swan intentionally, and even though it may have been self-defense or an act of justice, she still couldn't help but feel like she did something wrong. Sara could barely stop herself from crying, looking at Night Swan out the door then her hands, feeling the guilt of being the person who knocked her out. "I shouldn't have hit her. I didn't mean to knock her out, it was just a reflex," she thought to herself as she desperately tried to make sure her actions were justified. As Wanderlust, Brezziana, Mihaly, and Discoball ran back to Sara, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Thus, she and her friends returned inside the room. But, after seeing Night Swan apologize to Jack and vowing to become a better mother, they were hesitant at first, but delighted she had finally learned her lesson. When Night Swan closed her eyes again, Sara apologized to Jack one more time, for the regret of having his mother unconscious at the end of the fight. Jack accepted, and allowed her opponent to rest for a little while longer.

POV: Night Swan

The adrenaline fades away upon the battle's end as the last thing Night Swan sees before her body hits the ground is an overjoyed Sara and her friends switching to instant concern. As Night Swan was just about to drift away, she could barely see the sight of his son, Jack Rose, rushing over to her in a panic. She was yet to hear his voice as she slipped into an unconsciousness that wouldn't let her wake up. Night Swan could feel that the ground under her was smooth, cold, and hard on her belly and the left side of her face. Her ears picked up soft, distant voices, but she wasn't sure what they were saying, as if they were coming from outside a cave. Finally, Night Swan regained a familiar sense of touch from her son, who tried to shake his injured mother awake by her shoulders. All she could remember of the fight was seeing that blue-haired girl give her a blow to the head. Taking a chance, Night Swan wearily cracked her eyes open before snapping them shut again, only to see a different world and a familiar silhouette staring at her before settling herself back into a deep sleep. She let out an undignified groan and slowly opened her eyes again, wincing in pain as her vision came back to her. The only thing the sorceress could make out was her dimly-lit bedroom and her son kneeling by her bedside. It wasn't often that Night Swan saw herself as a weaker individual, and this was no exception. Her head hurted all over after her opponent's attack, and she could hardly move it, causing her to roll over on her sides toward Jack. After staring at him to give herself a few moments to comprehend who he was, Night Swan spouted in a meek voice. "I'm sorry, Jack..." she weakly apologizes to her son for not being a supportive mother over her son's dreams of being a celebrity, but using him as a red-hand man to help her create an army of what she imagined. "I didn't mean it to come off so bad," Jack softly replied to his mother as he leaned over and placed his head on her pillow. "It's okay, darling," Night Swan tells her son as she strokes the back of his neck while yawning affectionately. Jack sighs heavily before placing his hand around his mother's arm and holding her close. As silence falls, Night Swan speaks. "I'm sorry I wasn't more supportive, Jack...of your dreams." She gives him an apologetic smile before continuing. "But I promise I'll be here for you now," she finishes gently, reaching out to touch his cheek lightly with her claws. In what seemed like only minutes, Sara returned into the room, accompanied by the others, their faces filled with concern as they assessed Night Swan's condition. Fighting back tears at seeing how much her son cared for her, Night Swan weakly apologized to Jack before telling him she'll be there for him now, pledging support for everything he does in life from then on out. As fatigue kicks in once more, Night Swan lets herself fall into another peaceful sleep knowing that things would finally be alright.

[nether-moth]

I've decided that Jack will leave the group for trauma reasons after saving everyone, intentionally distancing himself from everyone for their own safety and that's why

Out of genuine curiosity, why would there be five main characters when they only have four player maps?

[wwwanderlust-topazzz]

soooo….

what’s going on? is jacklust/wanderrose still a thing? Ubisoft please give us a clear answer, I wanna keep writing my fanfictions 😭😭😭😭

[new-and-disturbed-theorist]

Guess who finally stopped getting lazy and wrote the chapter of her fic!

I'm sorry for the wait, but I've been feeling tired recently and decided to take a short break from a lot of stuff. I'll try my best to keep updating and writing, but I can't promise to always be consistent, especially when I'm doing a move that may change my schedule in less than a week.

Hope y'all like it. Thanks for the comments and the support!

[crowleysgirl56]

Updated with edits!

Timeline of the last 12 months 15 months of the Good Omens fandom.

July 2023 - Good Omens season 2 drops. Fans watch on the presumption this season is based on the sequel idea Terry and NG spoke of in the 90’s and 2006. Reactions are mixed but mostly positive. We’re happy with fluff. Initial thoughts: “I don’t see how this story could have been fleshed out into an entire novel, but I guess it was only ever just initial ideas, so I suppose that works.”

July 2023 - THE KISS.

Fandom reaction: NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

August 2023 - NG responds to fandom

NG: “Season 2 isn’t actually based on the idea Terry and I spoke about.”

Fandom: “What?”

NG: “Season 2 is just a bridging story to get us to season 3. That will be the story that Terry and I discussed.”

Fandom: “What!?”

NG: “Season 3 hasn’t been greenlit by Prime yet so we might not get it.”

Fandom: “WHAT?!”

NG: “Also I wrote the kiss that way by giving the fandom what you want without actually giving you what you want. So like, stop asking me for things or I won’t write them.”

Fandom: “AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!”

August to November 2023 - The fandom, now lost and depressed, mope through the halls of Tumblr and Reddit, desperately clinging to any piece of information dropped by NG, sharing fan art, creating headcanons and theories, and writing the angstiest of angst fanfiction ever written. Some weep in a corner mumbling about the South Downs. Most just trudge through their daily lives, listless and despondent.

December 2023 - Prime greenlights Good Omens Season 3.

Fandom: YES! OMG HOORAY! WAHOO! Dancing in the streets. Fanfiction turns to fluff and smut. NG is active and happy, answering many questions without actually answering them. Gives us the hilarious gift of Dottie and Sadie.

January 2024 - speculation of when season 3 filming will begin commences. Realisation that it could be quite a while starts to sink in. Actors and writers strike has caused delay to the scripts being written. David and Michael have taken on theatre work which will delay their filming schedules. Douglas McKinnon announces he’s stepping away as director. Fandom has slight freak out, but NG reassures everyone it’s nothing to worry about, and linked to the recent strikes.

Early to mid 2024 - “The invisible and unbreakable line that joins Crowley and Aziraphale”.

Fandom: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! We inevitably become even more feral. Much fanart is made.

March 2024 - David hosts the BAFTAs and Michael helps him during the opening. David is then nominated for TV BAFTA for Good Omens.

Fandom: OMG YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!! Much dancing and celebration is had once again. We are so in love.

May 2024 - filming schedule for GO season 3 is announced. It will commence January 2025. The fandom reacts.

Fandom: “That’s still so long away!” “Michael and David will have their hair dyed white and red for the awards season!” “Going by the previous production schedule this means season 3 won’t reach our screen until 2026! No!” “Cannot wait for this to start filming we are going to be so feral!” More fanfiction, more fanart.

June 2024 - David hosts Pub in the Park. Michael joins him.

Fandom: THEY ARE SO CUTE! HOW CAN THEY BE THIS CUTE, WE DON’T DESERVE THEM.

Early July 2024 - horrible allegations are laid against NG and the fandom comes to a terrible crashing halt. Much debate and discussion is had back and forth: “Believe the victims”. “Separate the art from the artist”. “Drop the fandom entirely”. “Step back for a moment”. There is a lot of arguing, but there is also still a lot of love. NG has fled all social media.

Late July 2024 - until it’s January, and the show actually starts filming, Good Omens season 3 has now become Schrödinger’s Series. It both now exists and doesn’t exist. Prime at any moment may pull the production due to the backlash against NG. The fandom now re-examines McKinnon’s departure speculating if he left for other reasons. We once again despondently trudge the halls of tumblr and Reddit feeling the same feeling of this time last year.

This section of the post was made in late July was this was original posted: And that pretty much brings us up to date. Anything could happen in the next six months, which is why I feel we’re all worried. It’s why I’m worried. So instead, keep sharing the art, keep writing the fanfiction, keep speculating with theories and headcanons. Let’s be here for each other. Because we created this fandom for each other. It doesn’t belong to NG anymore. Let’s do this for Terry. Personally, I can’t wait to come back to this timeline and add January 2025 - filming begins.

28 July 2024 - Michael Sheen, the absolute angel that he is posts a picture of his tartan socks clad feet alongside the caption “To our world”. Such a beautiful, beautiful man!

10 September 2024 - Amazon Prime announces production for season 3 is paused. Everyone loses their shit. There is much lamentations.

Unsubstantiated posts start circulating that the show is cancelled. People who have a friend whose cousin’s gardener’s former roommate claim they are involved with the production and therefore they KNOW the show is cancelled. More lamentations.

Amazon stays silent for EIGHT. FUCKING. WEEKS.

The fandom walk around in a god damn haze again akin to what August to December 2023 felt like. Will we be left with the final 15 forever?

Mid October 2024 - for about 3 days straight the fandom receives information that is akin to a rollercoaster of emotion. Head graphics designer Mickey tweets out a now deleted post that everyone is going back to Scotland. Then Peter Anderson Studio tweet out a now deleted post referencing the South Downs cottage. Then random casting company updates their subscription website advertising Good Omens: The Finale a TV movie. Entertainment website releases an article referencing this. The fandom LOSE. THEIR. SHIT. AGAIN. We honestly can’t take much more of this.

25 October 2024 - Amazon finally announces the news we’ve been half expecting half dreading with positive and negative ramifications. Neil Gaiman is gone. GOOD! Season 3 will still happen. GOOD! But now it’s just a 90 minutes finale. WAIT, WHAT, NO! But it could have been worse. It was a hairs breath away from being completely cancelled. GOD BLESS RHIANNA PRATCHETT AND ROB WILKINS.

It’s been a wild ride everyone. I’ve already posted earlier this morning (25 October 2024) my thoughts about the whole situation so go read that there. But for now? Gaiman is gone, and we get our ending.

For now here’s to seeing our boys with their red and white hair again.

[wwwanderlust-topazzz]

this literally changed the mood of my ENTIRE DAY. I might go read “Maybe Loving You Is Dangerous” to put myself in a better mood, lmao.

So I just watched the newest teaser a bit ago, as a lot of us has probably and I had to take a second to collect my thoughts.

So they’re really going with that lore in order to possibly (probably) destroy the most popular ship in the fandom. While also proceeding to make the Traveler, yk the guy that spend a whole nother game searching for his wife, the bad guy because he leaves?? And this all happened in a 10 second clip. It’s insane.

My day? Ruined. I’m not gonna lie, I was peacefully playing the sims and now this happened. Guess its time to tag my fics as canon noncompliant, thanks Ubisoft 🫶

[missionaryghoul]

Me when I remember I have a gazillion unfinished fics and should finish those before I start more.