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Celebrating Pan Visibility Day!

Today (May 24th) we celebrate our wonderful pan community members and creators! We are featuring works from a couple of the pan folks from our sub and we invite you to add and share any works with pan representation or works from pan creators in comments and reblogs 🩷💛🩵

@wingsofopal is a writer and artist, whose written work you can find here on AO3 and follow on Bluesky for gorgeous art.

@isiaiowin is a writer, artist and curator of GOetry (Good Omens Poetry) prompts and events. Some of their works include:

Empowered After being challenged by Shax, Furfur takes control, and Shax, usually in charge, submits to him completely.  A Fluffy Disturbance To Furfur's annoyance, Catziraphale hides at his and Shax's Victorian home after being challenged by Crowley. Shenanigans ensue. So Much Trust You're In My Blood Written for the  Fall Ball Kink Thrall, with art by LexArturo And What Was Dead Was Hope (art collab) Artwork for the fic written by Rosehip_Nettles_Ashes

We welcome all creators to share links to fics, art and any other creations that will help celebrate the Good Omens pan community! 🩷💛🩵

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OH, GOOD LORD....

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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

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my ancient mama

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A patron requested an April showers scene where:

☔ Aziraphale is serving Broadway main character vibes, belting “Singin’ in the Rain” like the stroll is his personal Glee audition.

☔ Crowley is mortified/simultaneously in love/soaked rat combo trapped under an umbrella.

They ask, I deliver and you all have to deal with it!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65749537

Look Back

I know now this is how our tale unfolds,

Must end with you above and I below.

From gathering storms I flee, steadfast you hold;

And so our song was written long ago.

You want to mend the world, to change our plight,

But overtures of hope cut like a blade.

Recalling neither God’s warmth nor Her light,

A creature such as I can’t be unmade.

Three words a ready army on my tongue,

A riot quelled by doubt, a fractured plea.

Love’s melody cannot remain unsung,

And so this star-crossed kiss must speak for me.

I hope against all hope, I ache, I wait.

Your searching eyes meet mine as you depart —

One longing backward glance to seal our fate,

Dread’s icy tendrils curling ‘round my heart.

No nightingales my angel, heed the lark.

Bereft of you, I’m swallowed by the dark.

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With All My Heart

Rated: Explicit

Summary: Months after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, Crowley is still wallowing about in the bookshop trying to cope. And yet he can still identify the sounds of Aziraphale's footsteps after all this time. When he charges into the front of the bookshop, he plans to tell off the Supreme Archangel for showing his face there. But things don't go as planned.

TW/CW: some very slight dub-con at the beginning

@goodomensafterdark

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how my wife and I communicate when we miss each other

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so when straight people ask me why I say I’m “queer” or “gay” instead of sharing my actual identity as a panromantic demisexual non-binary sapphic queer I just tell them “ok look, when you’re talking to someone who isn’t local and they ask you where you’re from and you either say the name of the largest city nearby or ‘town name, suburb of large nearby city’ so they can get some geographical context of where you’re located right, bc they’re probably not going to know the name of the little town you actually live in.”

but if you’re talking to a local you can say the name of your actual town bc they have a greater chance of knowing where/what that is.

ok well when I’m talking to a straight person I start with queer bc chances are they aren’t as familiar with the context of all the little towns in that big queer city and need gps (gay positioning system) to find me.

if I’m talking to another queer person and I say I live in a suburb of gay city in a town called panromantic on the demisexual side of the tracks which is in the county of queer and I live off the intersection of non-binary and sapphic, they’d probably be able to find me with little to no problems, make sense?

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The snake eats itself... but wouldn't you like the job instead? Crowley, fashion pharoah 🖤✨️

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An “Accident”…

Forgot I have Tumblr 😭 but hiii have some homo art 🫶

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99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

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The day Fukuchiyama Castle carried the Genkidama on its back.. Text and photography by うめぼし @Mr_umeboshi

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And it was all yellooooow 💛💛💛💛

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This is now my new favorite best friend duo

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THE duo 🩵❤️‍🔥

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More Alec!

Oh forgot to say there will be a speedpaint video of this on my Patreon next month!