Things about Good Omens, mostly

[orteil42]

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

[dreamdust]

Happy birthday, serial Good Omens! Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for giving me the strength to believe that the story I love so much has no ending.

[aldynafox]

Some 70’s good omens hc <3

[thegameoflovemindberries]

TAG GAME ❗️❗️❗️

Mine

....I don't mind

I'll tag @rasin-c00ldude @bonnie181987 @latinumenthusiast @bubonichronic @hugoreyeswife @pepsicanzonthefloor @elliotmustd1e @fuckin8alien @frerardisreal666 @goatcutter @rowenrefugee @psycocilybe @enora-elk-kirkton @vierraz @whotfisflight and anyone else who want

[firequeenofficial]

I wasn't tagged but I checked my camera roll for curiosity's sake and

(Robot gore (?) under the cut)

It's Beast-0. It's frigging. I'm gonna sob. He's a) a baby, b) a robot, and c) frigging dead.

Sure man

Tags (no pressure): @skyspersonalhell for whimsy, @jadedsundragon @mysticmayhemsworld @muffin-gods @essickmango + whoever else wants to

[reflingthefox]

my condolences, Ash

as for me... I guess I won this one

gonna tag @quotesandmiracles @geniuscomediae @mellioops I guess

[quotesandmiracles]

It's my new xiv girl and i don't mind it, they are a sweetie.

Tagging no one, but feel free to pick this up if you want to.

[howling-wizard]

Well, he exists to be bed and bred by player as is, so 😇

[pleasinglyforeboding]

I don't think the Teddies are adults and there's no way Aziraphale and I would be happy together.

[recurring-polynya]

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

[crow-caller]

just learned that fourth wing isn't actually a dragon romance like i assumed like if the dude isn't even a dragon shapeshifter you can have dragony sex with whats the fucking point

[rjcthmnt]

"Angel, please do shut up now"

[marchellasunflake]

To the World! 🥂💖

Happy B-day, TV series 🥳

[bobbole]

Japanese mother of pearl fantail dove, 1880

[galaxyspeaking]

Oh my darling, we’ve been dancing since the start

[bleucalire]

Aziraphale owning a computer since 1990 to do his taxes is super endearing

[jerreeeeeee]

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

[jerreeeeeee]

what mutual is prev

my liege lord

my loyal knight

my wise wizard

my evil advisor

my brother in arms

my lady muse

my wild mermaid friend

my fellow alchemist

my dashing rapscallion

my monstrous foe

Remaining time: 2 days 9 hours

[rikelister]

They're having a romantic and wet date night 🍷

(I'm an unknown artist, please help promote my drawings. Thank you all!)

[marcelshorjian]

anatomy of a humiliation

[the-maw-consumes]

do you think it'll let up soon?

static version:

[somepomegranatetea]

Grace tries copying the tones using the keyboard.

Rocky hums. “Close. Skip first note.”

“Why? You always include that.”

“This means… of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.”

“My.”

“Correct. But only for names.”

“So you’re calling me…?”

Rocky repeats the word: “My Grace. Yes.” 

“Are there other Graces? Why do you need to specify?”

Rocky considers this, tapping his xenonite-encased claws idly against the floor. 

“No other Grace,” Rocky says. “We just do this.”

“Like an honorific,” Grace guesses. “It goes before everyone’s name? Everyone you know?”

Rocky whirs in surprise. “No, no, no. Not at all.”

“Okay, then who? What makes me qualify?”

Rocky is silent for a moment.

“...Does this offend Grace?” he asks, voice lower. 

Grace blinks. “No! I don’t think so. Is there a reason to be offended?”

“Good,” Rocky says, relieved. Grace is starting to recognize what Eridian relief sounds like. “No, no reason.”

“Who else do you call that?”

“You don’t have this on Earth?”

Grace considers. What for, friends? He couldn’t call Marissa “my Marissa.” That would be weird.

“I still don’t know what it means,” he settles on. “So I couldn’t tell you.”

Rocky groans in frustration. He’s a very impatient tutor. “We just say it.”

“Are you my Rocky?” Grace asks. He hits the two keys to make the my note. 

“I don’t know!” Rocky says. “You decide this.” 

“I decide? Who do you use it for?” 

“You. Adrian. I will use it for my pebbles.” 

Grace blinks. “So few?”

Rocky shifts. “I am… you do not have the word yet. Eridian who works alone often, not close to many other Eridians.”

“What, mechanical engineer?”

Rocky chitters with amusement. “Acceptable.”

“Is Adrian your only friend?” 

Rocky draws back, like he’s taken offense. “I have friends. Coworkers. But different.”

So just Adrian. And him. 

“This worries you,” Rocky says.

“Adrian is your mate,” Grace points out. “I’m not your mate.”

“Correct. You are not. You do not like to be a mate.”

Grace isn’t sure how to respond to that, so he ignores it.

“I’m your friend,” Grace says. 

Rocky hesitates, for a second. “...Correct.”

“Like your coworkers.”

“No.”

Grace sighs, rubbing his hand across his face. Okay, maybe that’s fair. It’s not like he felt about any of his coworkers like he feels about Rocky.

“Best friend,” Grace amends. “You’re my best friend, too.”

Rocky hums. “Acceptable.”

“Just acceptable? Now you are offending me. Can you just explain?”

This makes Rocky fall silent for a minute longer than usual. Grace is half-ready to apologize and to say let’s move on and to retype his own name without the superfluous my. 

“The Earth ‘best friend’ is not strong enough,” Rocky says finally. “It does not translate this way.”

Grace runs his fingers through his hair, a little nervous, for some reason. “Okay.”

“It is…” Rocky pauses. He has to pause more often, now that they’re not using the translator, to simplify his language. “It means that I am not Rocky without my Grace. You are part of… of the whole. When I wake up, I think of you. When I work. When I eat. When I think I am going to die.”

Rocky speaks slowly, but it’s still a lot of Eridian for Grace to grasp all at once. Even as he works out the sentences in his head, he can feel hot tears rising in his eyes.

“It means that when you are sick, I am sick,” Rocky continues. “And it means I will take care of you, because taking care of you is taking care of myself.”

Grace bunches up his sleeve, wiping it across his face, blinking furiously.

Rocky’s voice is soft. “So Grace is part of Rocky. Grace is like a cell. You see? My Grace.” 

Grace is quiet, for a moment, trying to get himself together. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.

“...Oh.”

Rocky hums, pressing his carapace gently against Grace’s arm. “You are leaking. Does this make you sad?”

Grace shakes his head, sniffing, crossing his arms across his knees and resting his chin on his sleeves. “Not at all.”

“Good, good.”

“I feel like that,” Grace mumbles. “Just like that. Just exactly—exactly like that.”

“About your old mate?”

“Don’t act stupid. You know I’m talking about you.”

Rocky hums, burrowing closer. Grace curls one arm around his carapace. That’s not enough, so he leans over, dropping his head down so his forehead presses against the xenonite. 

“My Rocky,” Grace whispers in English. 

“My Grace,” Rocky echoes in Eridian. Grace can recognize the note at the start. He will add it when he plays Rocky’s name. 

“How long have you called me that?” Grace asks. “Must’ve been a while. I didn’t notice it change.”

“Long time,” Rocky agrees. “Long, long time.”

[trashboatprince]

I took requests on bluesky for different eras to draw of the teeny tiny ineffables. :D