#'Hello? We're here for the cult stuff?'

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Spicy Stories

JK Rowling: hello children Poe: oh Poe: oh joanne Poe: you're back Rowling: i have concernss Poe: uh we're mostly about just telling stories here Poe: you have your own campfire for your terf stuff don't you? Rowling: yess but they've really been getting on my nervess lately

Rowling: you know how it iss with terf deatheaterss Poe: not really Rowling: alwayss agreeing with everything i ssay Rowling: all "oh yes dark lord" this and "oh spare me dark lord" that Rowling: ssometimess you jusst get tired of hearing "masterful gambit dark lord"

Rowling: i tell you, you don't know how hard it is to run a cult L Ron Hubbard: oh yeah woof big mood Hubbard: people think its all fun, but its actually a lot of work Rowling: I know right????

Poe: regardless, joanne, i'm going to have to put my foot down Poe: this campfire is just for stories Rowling: uhhh actually i do have a new ssstory Rowling: i wass insspired to write after having an argument on the internet Barker: oh damn no shit? Barker: that's wild

Rowling: it's a new harry potter ssstory King: oh man! it's about time, i've been hoping for a new potter story for ages! Rowling: itss about hermione going back in time to help grindelwald, who actually had sssome good points if you think about it

Rowling: i call it Rowling: the time turner diariesss Barker: wow this is not really funny anymore Baker: its like INTENSELY not funny Lovecraft: catchy title tho!

Rowling: i'm retconning grindelwald into a misundersstood idealisst Rowling: who was only forced to make hard choicess because of the unreassonablenesss of decadent weimar society

Rowling: oh also you know that thing where people kept criticizing me cuz technically grindelwald's "evil" plan was to prevent the holocaust? Rowling: well good news Rowling: i've rectified that little mistake

Rowling: like, why would the naziss target transs & queer people, traditionally the most powerful and widely accepted memberss of ssociety? Rowling: would not the naziss, famouss for their love of diverssity, actually approve of them? Rowling: i'm jusst asskin questions

King: actually joanne there's a lot of well-documented evidence Barker: give it up steve King: no no i can fix this King: i'm sure if i just lay out the facts in a logical, well-reasoned manner- Barker: oh god that's so cute Barker: don't you just love him? Poe: that's our steve

King: so you see the nazi book burning of the institute for sexualwissenschaft- Rowling: nope Rowling: didn't happen King: King: well it kinda did, see, as i was saying- Rowling: thiss iss missogyny

Rowling: i don't undersstand you lot at all Rowling: i come into your campfire, i make a sstatement that i really want to be true & you all refuse to accept it Rowling: thiss issn't the way it works over with my terf deatheaters at all Rowling: they love accepting things i ssay!

Rowling: it'ss actually really missogynisstic that you all refusse to accept what i'm ssaying asss truth Rowling: even though you all know how badly i want it to be true King: but joanne, it isn't true- Rowling: ssave it for court ssteve!

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers Shelley: i got here late wot's going on? Barker: joanne is doing holocaust denial Rowling: EXCUSE ME it'ss only holocausst denial if you quesstion the murder of jews Rowling: tho now that i think about it i do have some questionss

Rowling: like, would they not have ussed their goblin magic to essscape? Lovecraft: ya know, she makes a good point Sonia Greene: i'm right here howard Lovecraft: Greene: see, this is why i don't talk much

[asuyaka]

Hello Hello!!📞 Hope ur having a wonderful time zone, author I just wanna say that I have read 2-3 of ur writings and I alr love it! Keep it up! ur writing's amazing.💗 I was wondering if I could request a Geto from jjk fic about him with a Curse! M reader, not a curse user, a literal curse like Mahito. But unlike Mahito the reader doesn't understand human emotions and from observing Geto (after he betrayed jujutsu high and became a cult leader) think's that its normal to kill and hate non-sorcerer's. Reader just sticks around in the shadow's and watches Geto and observer's his behavior until Geto notices and question's reader but after learning that, oh shit this curse is actually pretty powerful he might actually be useful, and promises reader to teach him about human's in exchange of him staying by Geto's side and helping him in his goal. Geto (as time passes) fall's in love with reader while reader get's this feeling that he can't understand when he's with Geto. sorry if this is a lot to ask and if u don't understand what i meant, u can just ignore me and my rambling😅

★ - s'okay lovely, descriptive reqs are jus as interestin' as non descriptive ones! <3

☆ - Cult Leader! Suguru Geto x Curse! M Reader!

♡ - typical Geto stuff! racist ta non-sorcerers, n tha word 'monkey' s'used one too many times (toji only said it once, by that way.)!

Geto remembers finding you— a curse who's stuck by his side ever since he deflected from the Jujutsu world— letched onto the side of a very popular road for couples to hang out and do whatever it was that couples do.

The very first time you two met, he remembers your soft voice, body radiating heaps of untapped cursed energy—untapped potential. Your curled up body, eyes void of emotion looking up at him with something that resembles confusion. "You can see me?"

Ever since then, you've been stuck to his side. While he doesn't think of you as useless, it has taken a bit too long for the potential— the strength he wants to see from you come out.

He's willing to wait, of course, he needs all the help he can get before initiating his plan against Jujutsu High, but there's only so much patience one man can have.

Especially, a man who's already running low on time.

You're accompanying Geto on a trip to a 'money-collecting monkey', as he likes to call them. They went back on their payments to the...cult (?) home (?) and he came to give them some 'personal counseling'—which was what he always said when blood was more than likely to be shed.

"Remember why we're here, [Name]," Geto says as he gets off his manta-ray curse, extending his hand to help you.

You stare at him, muttering a small thank you. "Help the monkey?"

Geto pushes his arms into his sleeves with a smile that makes your tummy churn in discomfort. "And?"

"Work on my cursed technique..." You mutter, kicking a pebble on the ground with an unseen pout working its way on your face. Ever since Geto quite literally found you on the side of a road, you've been his right-hand man ever since. Even if your understanding of cursed techniques and cursed energy is slim to none.

You've always understood in the back of your mind that he needs you for something. He had to—otherwise, he would've turned you into a ball and swallowed it on the spot. He always says how you aren't necessarily a bad curse, but he's never said you were good either.

You've never understood what he meant by that, but by the way Nanako grimaced whenever he said it, you assumed it wasn't a good thing. Without knowing, the pout grew into a frown and you found yourself huffing. Humans and their weird emotions always intrigued you ever since you were born, but you could never understand it.

Which is why you've been with Geto for so long. He's the first human who acknowledged your presence, the first human to act (kind, was it?) around you, so by process of elimination he was your first and only candidate to learn from.

When you two reached the house you overhear Geto whisper something about how the stench of monkeys would get everywhere.

'... Monkeys = bad people, they make Geto angry.' You think to yourself as you rummage through the pockets of the clothes Geto lent to you, bringing out a small spray bottle and handing it to the male beside you.

The action seems to take him by surprise. His smile falters and he stares at the item in your hand for a beat too long, grabbing it with a 'thank you' and spraying it on his clothes with a tight expression.

"Come here, you aren't getting monkey on my curses, or around the house." Geto waves you over, spraying a generous amount on your clothes and on your face. The spiciness takes you by surprise, spluttering as you try to get the taste off your mouth and the burn out of your eyes.

Surprisingly—shockingly even, you hear Geto laugh. It doesn't sound like the one he uses around the curse-collecting or money-collecting monkeys, it sounds like the one he uses around Nanako and Mimiko.

'Geto laughing = good. He's happy or excited.'

The laughing stops but he brings up a finger to wipe the tear that fell down your cheek during the sting. His hands are slightly calloused but soft to the touch. "Come on, let's get this over with. I'd rather stay away from monkeys on my weekends."

Nodding, you follow behind Geto as he walks up to the door, planting three brisk but firm knocks against the wood. You make sure to stay a step behind him, your body stiff and your eyes blank in case the monkey decides to try anything.

The door opens a slither a pair of green eyes widening the second they see Geto. "G-Geto-san! What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Good afternoon to you as well, Mr. Ashido. From my understanding, you're to fund my organization with three hundred thousand yen a month, am I correct?" Geto smiles, but it doesn't feel nice like when he smiles at you.

'Monkeys make Geto's smile weird. All monkeys are bad.'

The man nods shakily, his grip on the door faltering slightly. "Y-yes, but I cannot make up with the payments anymore because—"

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, Mr. Ashido, but you were the one who said three hundred thousand, am I correct?" Geto interrupts with a slight movement of his head, his signature bang moving with it.

"But Mr. Geto—"

Then, Geto's smile falls. His nose scrunches up in disgust and his eyes narrow. That means he's going to kill someone.

Before either of you knows what's happening, a surge of cursed energy flows into your hand, and the man's body squishes onto the ground until it pops as if the gravity on his body somehow quadrupled.

Geto's eyes widen, staring at the eyeball that rolled on the tip of his sandals. He turns to look at you, equal parts shocked and amused. "You did that, didn't you?"

"Monkeys are bad, and you looked like you were going to kill him anyway. I'm sorry for acting out of line G—"

"Don't you dare apologize for that." Geto interrupts with a sharp cut to his tone, making you stutter and trip over your words.

'Don't apologize, Geto gets angry. Angry = bad emotion.'

You nod hastily, but the nagging feeling to apologize stretches along your throat, itching to come out. Geto huffs, walking down the stairs and dragging you by the collar. "Seriously, the one time I take my eyes off you, you go change the actual laws of space on a guy?"

"Sor—" You stop yourself midway, remembering how apologies made Geto feel. You opt to stay silent and let him drag you wherever it is he wants to.

As you and Geto ride back home on the manta-ray curse, you see the smile on his face from earlier still hasn't left.

'Killing monkeys makes Geto give Nanako and Mimiko smile. Feels better than what he uses with sponsors.'

"Did I do good, Geto?" You ask absentmindedly, shifting closer to him until your chest is pressed against his back.

Something that resembles a laugh comes out of him, but it seems airy. Still genuine, but not as hard as when he sprayed you in your face. "Yes, [Name]. You did well."

A slight flush and embarrassment creeps up on you, causing you to plant your face on his shoulder. It didn't feel bad, just new. The same thing you feel whenever Geto falls asleep on your shoulder, or when he and you stay on his flying curse for hours at a time, doing nothing but basking in each other's presence.

It feels great, and you're glad to be feeling it with the only human you would put your life on the line for.

[fandoms--fluff]

Secret Bestie

Mikaelson female reader x Katherine Pierce

Warnings: Drinking, swearing?

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"Where are you going?" Your dad asks from where he's sat in an armchair. You're on your way to the front door, about to leave. You're wearing a black, mini, v-neck bodycon dress with bell sleeves and black heeled boots.

"Out" you face him. "Where exactly?"

"Oh, just deep into the woods where I'm meeting my witch cult where we're planning to end the world" you tell your dad with a straight face.

"What?" He raises an eyebrow. "You do know what sarcasm is, correct?" You ask him.

"Whatever. I'm just meeting my friend to go out to dinner and talk and stuff our faces with food" you tell him, not disclosing the name of said friend.

"...Alright, have fun" he eventually says. You tell him bye and walk out the door.

When you walk in the restaurant, you look around before spotting your best friend.

"Hey, babe" you tell her, sitting across the booth. "You do know I'm way older than you" she smirks.

"Huh, I could've sworn I've known you since we were kids" you joke, making her chuckle.

"Elijah still doesn't know about me, huh?" She takes a sip of her drink.

"I'm pretty sure he would hunt you down and kill you, himself. That is if Uncle Nik doesn't find out first that is" You take the glass out of her hand, taking a sip of it yourself.

"That's fair," Katherine says, taking her drink back. "Get your own" She smirks.

You call over the waitress and persuade her into giving you a drink with a tiny bit of magic. "Impressive" Katherine says once the brunette waitress leaves.

"Well, you vamps have your compulsion, while I have my persuasive tricks. One may call me magical" you smirk back at her. "Oh, I wonder why" Katherine rolls her eyes playfully.

"We should have some fun" you smile. "Hmm, I like that face, what kind of fun?" She smiles back. You've noticed that she only really smiles a general real smile when she's with you.

"I heard about a party in the woods that's tonight," You tell her. "Perfect," Katherine says. You guys clink your glasses together before finishing your drinks.

You guys got to the party half an hour ago and are dancing to the booming music that the speakers are playing. halfway through your's and Katherine's favorite song, your phone starts to vibrate.

You look down at the caller ID and see it's your dad who's calling. "Shit" You say and walk away from the crowd of people, Katherine following after you.

"What's wrong? Who's phoning you?" Katherine asks. "My dad" You say, getting her to instantly quiet when you answer it.

"Hey, dad" You bring the phone to your ear.

"Hello, I was just- what's all that sound?" Your dad instantly hears all the noise in the background.

"Oh, yeah, a bunch of annoying ass teens just came in here with a speaker, and no one is doing anything about it" You groan, lying to your dad perfectly.

Your father believed you after a moment. You smirk after hanging up. "He is so gullible to you," She says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You have no idea" you chuckle and you guys go back to the fun.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello~ I don't know if someone has already ask this but I'll just ask anyway. What made you so interested in Jade? I'm not saying it's a bad thing or anything of the sort. I'm just very intrigued.

Also to feed into your J-word brain rot I present to you this, but picture Jade. Lol I saved this photo as hot damn Sebastain.

Hello, hello!! ^^ I’ve made a post before that explains my interest in Jade, but if I’m being entirely honest 💦 it’s all over the place and difficult to read because of how often I go all caps and keyboard smashing. I’ll try to summarize my thoughts here in a way that’s more digestible and calm.

I love many of the little details about his face: the shape of his eyes, the curve of his mouth, how his brows are arched, etc. I also have a visceral, near animalistic urge to tug on that black bit of hair he has sprouting out...

His manner of dress also resonates with me! Jade is usually well covered and in formal attire, and I think that makes it more exciting on the instances when he dresses down (whether that be going without his gloves or choosing something more casual to wear).

His intelligence. I've always preferred characters who rely on their smarts over their strength to achieve their goals, and Jade fits the bill. One particular example is how his UM is limited in scope and usage, so he has to carefully plan and strategize about how and when he casts it. It's nice that Jade can also loosen up and use his cunning not necessarily for nefarious deeds, but just to tease others.

He plays support and he plays it well. I also have a tendency to like "helper" characters (butlers, bodyguards, knights, etc.), which is another archetype that Jade slots into. He is highly competent as a vice dorm leader, personal assistant, and right-hand man (eel?) to Azul. Plus, Jade knows when and how to play to his strengths (especially when it comes to deception and disarming others) and adapt to any situation he is placed in. Jade has even earned the approval of the notoriously hard to please Vil!

He keeps you guessing, and you'll still never even see it coming. I think it's interesting that he appears more docile than Floyd, yet Azul warns his peers that Jade is the more dangerous twin since Jade won't telegraph his schemes or bad moods (unlike Floyd). I 100% agree with Azul; not knowing what Jade has in store or when it will hit you is much scarier--but also much more thrilling in a way, haha...

Similar to the last point but much more specific; I love Love LOVE those moments when he's smiling while saying the most horrendous things (the infamous "what I'd do to anyone that betrays me" line lives rent free in my head). I also adore it when Jade is lying to your face and overacting (like when he pretends he got dust in his eye in book 4). He's so dramatic while lying his heart out, it makes me giggle.

Jade works with many of the tropes I like to go for when I want comfort. Househusband/domestic life stuff, butler looking after you, etc. I have a habit of overworking and forgetting to take care of my needs, so it's easier for me to remember if I pretend like Jade's the one doing the self-care for me.

I appreciate that he appreciates nature. I don't get to touch much grass (not that I don't go outside, it's that there isn't much grass in the area I live in)... so I get very excited whenever I get to just enjoy nature in its purest form, taking in that fresh air. It makes me feel like we're kindred spirits.

The duality of eel. Overall, I'd say that the reason I like Jade so much is because he can be many things which typically run contradictory to one another. I think that makes for a fun character that keeps me on my toes ^^

NOT YOU USING “J WORD” TOO… 💀 It’s spreading… just like a bunch of spores…

Aaaah, it’s Sebastian!! It’s been years and years since I read Black Butler (I think I stopped around the Blue Cult arc?). He’s still just as effortlessly elegant as I remember him being… I guess that’s par for the course for one hell of a butler, huh?

Here, lemme just… *crudely draws on him* THERE WE GO, THE J WORD SSR FOR AN EVENT WHERE WE VISIT THE LAND OF CRIMSON LONG :>

Thank you for your question and the rot fuel 🥰

[zeherili-ankhein]

Hello (｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡)

Intro Post... Everything under cut

Now that I have enough things my blog is dedicated to, I am posting this introduction post hehe...

About Me:

◍ Just call me “Shaku” lmao.... T_T

◍ I'm a minor, 15 year old studying in 11th class from Kolkata

◍ Yes I am Bangali, (bati ami.. maa ghoti, baba bangal lol)

◍ A proud Slytherin 🐍

◍ Bengali literatures I have read

◍ Thakumar Jhuli fan since the day I started watching (which is as a fucking 2 and a half year old lol)

Favourite ones are - ofcourse Shakchunni, Arun Barun o Kironmala, Monimala, Shahasradal o Champakdal, Sath bhai Champa, Lal Komol o Neel Komol and everything else..

◍ Pandob Goyenda fan forever

◍ I love Chhota Bheem and Shinchan so much

◍ And I absolutely love green 💚

◍ If I could I'd become a forest witch maybe... or a blue lotus... or a snake perhaps..

◍ ornithophobic, ophiophile, selenophile and floraphile

◍ Kolkata biriyani is the best 🗿

◍ Official MohiniChanchal child (fight me if you dare deny it)

◍ Pinterest board for Hindu mythology aesthetics

About the blog:

✿ Jily playlist I made –

✿ Incorrect quotes for Chhota Bheem and Shinchan. (I only post when I get enough ideas about the quotes lol)

Chhota Bheem community invitation anyone?

✿ My OTPs — Jily, Hinny, DekiNobi, Ronmione, GiyuShino, Sanekana, Tankana, Zennezu, Inoaoi, ObaMitsu, GojoHime, ChosoYuki, BellaDolphus, VanMozhi, HashiMito, MinaKushi, Ikarishipping, DesimChiyuki and a lot more...

✿ Rp blogs I own

– @peoplecallme-netaji

– @hansome-est-godofwar

– @miss-lily-evans

– @pavbhaji-prabhakar

– @laddoo-hain-drugs-nahi

– @topper-sugi

And some more... But why reveal them 🤭

✿ “The Cult of Vasant 🌷🌸🌹🌺🌻🌼🏵️💐🥀🪷🪻”

Cult Rituals, Vasant goes ham at LakshmiNarayan wedding, Vasant and Kamdev, Vasant in Treta Yug, Vasant and Hanuman, Vasant in Dwapar Yug, Vasant urban legend lore, Vasant admirers, Vasant food choises, sun sensetive Vasant, Dance teacher Vasant, Vasant and Holi and everything Vasant

Vasant x Neto shipper all the wayyyyyyyy

✿ Yamraj appreciation, un-villainizing Indradev, defending Shri Ram, defending Draupadi, Arjun better than Karna truer, Behula and Lakhindar are my babies and many more...

✿ The Black Family is my Roman empire honestly...

✿ DADDYMON truer 🗿

— Doraemon Rp blogs

— An original Dekisugi lore, and a small fic written on it curtsey to @/nobita-ki-mummy aka @/hi-avathisside

— Doraemon moodboards

Doraemon moodboard

Nobita moodboard

Shizuka moodboard

Gian moodboard

Suneo moodboard

Dekisugi moodboard

Pippo/Judo moodboard

Riruru moodboard

✿ Mythology, Hinduism, memes, magic and anything and everything honestly...

→ Voices of the Gods part 1

→ Voices of the Gods part 2

→ Kartikeya Da Peacock Dance Master

→ Shatrughan da Ghoomar master

→ Hindu gods modern au

✿ I paint and draw... And do origami. Which I sometimes posts.. (I especially like painting sceneries and Hindu gods and goddesses)

෴ Paper flowers part 1

෴ Paper flowers part 2

෴ Other paper stuff

෴ Kartikeya with Paravani art (with og lore)

෴ Shri Hari (pencil sketch)

෴ Murlidhar (pencil sketch)

෴ silly landscape

✿ No place for homophobes, transphobes, pedophiles, racists, misogynists or any hateful people on my blog

✿ @/foreignink is my tumblr bestie... I know her irl too and I love her more than most of the things in this world... Donchu dare say anything to her 🔪

[random-doctor-on-the-internet]

Hello earthlings, your favourite aliens back! Well, not favourite, I probably don't even make it to the top fifty, but let a guy have dreams.

I am currently drowned in exams and two days late on my art commissions schedule, but I've just eaten coffee beans thinking it was chocolate (don't do that, kids) and decided that it's time for a new BSfLM.

@weirdly-specific-but-ok , tagging you because I haven't bothered you in a while. Read this coffee induced masterpiece and cry.

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So, since @randomvoices and @zonzolik asked about the cults, I'll talk about...well, the cults. And now, mortals, IT'S SHOWTIME. Neil Gaiman have your mercy, for the worst is yet to come.

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Okay, buckle your seatbelts, here's the story of how I almost got dragged into a cult. Welcome to hell.

Alrighty-almighty, it all starts, as it will end, in some little russian town. You know, these little towns that seem to only exist to say things like "this famous guy was born there", "that famous guy tried to sleep there for a night but was met with a lot of suspicion", "that one blorbo on the net got dragged into a cult there", etc. You see what I'm talking about.

"But, Ash, why were you in this town?", you ask.

The truth is, I don't know. We were looking for a place to sleep, then God decided that my life will be a crossover between Florida News and those traumatic fairy tales from your childhood that you remember all your life, and threw me there. Hi!

So, we arrive there, it's late, almost everyone is sleeping, and we need to stay unnoticed for runaway reasons. The villagers, however, are not very eager to welcome two black haired strangers carrying an impressive amount of close combat weapons. After a bit of useless bargaining, we realised that it's time to pack our bags and hitch the road.

So, we get a loaf of bread for dinner and go away, trying to look very offended. Historians don't say if it was effective. We're almost gone when we see a guy who yells us that there's a small community of monks in the woods who usually welcome well minded strangers.

Sleep in a monastery is better than no sleep at all, we decide, and go in the woods. We arrive, the monks are nice even if not very monkish, they give us some mushroom stew and send us to sleep.

I don't know what they put in the stew, but we both sleep for more than three days. When we wake up, they're all nice, all seem very worried that we haven't woken up earlier. We apologize for abusing their hospitality and ask if we could do something to make up for it. We may be punk, but we have a heart. They happily agree and we spend an unknown amount of days alternating between enormous amounts of sleep and chopping wood, collecting flowers, brewing beer, and other monastery stuff.

We start thinking about leaving, but every time we mention it, they ask us if we could help with something else, and make clear that they won't tell us where they put our travel bags (with the guns inside.). Now that we live with them, we can see that they don't look like monks at all. Neither of us knows a lot about Christianity, but I'm pretty sure monks aren't supposed to wear flower crowns, sleep together, and sing songs about how Nature is a massive slay. They're hippies, we think, nice ones, and keep chopping wood.

They seem pretty excited about the full moon. Is God supposed to look at us through the moon's eye? Is God the moon? Were they secretly werewolves? Who knows. But they were acting very strange when we mentioned it. Told us that we need to see the full moon ceremony, that it will change our lives.

We help them decorate the woods, and put a small monolith around which it's going to take place. They ask Beez to pick a goat, because they're going to do a thing in our honour. Goat meat stew? Why not. Another 2 day-long nap later, it's the full moon. They give us white robes. Beez insists to keep all the things they haven't put away under them. The black-white combo doesn't look good, but it works.

We reunite in the clearing. As soon as the moon appears, they start singing. I don't know that song but it sounds metal. I'm joining them, stammering some lyrics about burning Christians. It fortunately goes unnoticed.

And then, the goat arrives. It's very clear that there won't be any stew. Beez looks at me. I look at Beez. And we run like our lives are in danger, which is probably true. Without the robes, we're almost invisible in the night. And we mindlessly run for dear life, two days of running almost without stopping. I don't know if they sent people after us, but they didn't catch us.

So, yeah, here's how we survived a moonlight cult, and people from said cult obtained two brand new backpacks, a dozen guns, perfectly done passports (it was awful to redo these without being found) and half a loaf of bread. Hope they remember us.

Remember, children, always trust suspicious strangers. Fun adventures might happen.

[jasper-pagan-witch]

As far as pcp goes, how would you go about creating and worshipping your own deity, if thats possible?

Hello hello!

As requested, I am tagging @alter-altars and @janhasnoplan in this answer. For convenience, I'm breaking this down into three headers - Don't Get Caught In A Cult, DIY Gods, and Religions From A Writing Perspective.

Don't Get Caught In A Cult

Cults are fucking terrible. And the worst part is, the more immune you THINK you are to them, the more likely you'll be to fall for their tricks.

The New Age to Alt-Right pipeline is a big example of this in metaphysical spaces, but many people have also drawn parallels between Jehovah's Witnesses, the Amish, or Mormons and cults - not because the model is wrong, but because groups that are cults often get away with it in many parts of the United States.

You may not be trying to start a cult for your DIY divinity, but it's important to be aware of the warning signs. People much smarter than I (or at least have the PhDs for it) have written many things about how to identify and escape cults, which brings us to:

Important Links

Steven Hassan’s BITE Model of Authoritarian Control on the Freedom Of Mind Resource Center

Mind Control - The BITE Model on the ex-cult Resource Center

The BITE Model of Cult Mind Control Explained by Joseph Sherwood on A Little Bit Human

How to Recognise a Cult; How to Avoid Cults That May Try to Convert You; and How to Leave a Cult on WikiHow

What To Do When You Realize You Accidentally Joined A Cult ​by Carrie Saum on Ravishly

How To Help A Loved One Who Joined A Cult by Stephanie Gomulka on Oxygen: True Crime

@pondering-the-kaiju's entire pinned post

DIY Gods

People have been making up gods for their needs for as long as we've had gods. Aradia (the creation of Charles Leland, fuck that dude) has one book as her source. Cernunnos appears on maybe one cauldron. People make up Greek gods all the time because there were just so many of those guys, what's one more? (Good examples of this are Mesperyian and, arguably, Makaria.) And, of course, we can't get through this without mentioning Robert Graves (fuck Robert Graves) creating the White Goddess as his wife's self-insert.

So yes, creating your own god is possible and has precedent. You could even argue that every god was created by someone at some point, because that's just how humans work. We see an idea (often because we're introduced to it by someone else), we go "Oh, that's neat!", and then we take the bits that work for us and we add new stuff that helps flesh out the divine in question. It's how Aphrodite evolved from Astarte, it's how Dionysus got developed and changed over time, and it's how we have the two Wiccan divines.

I recommend studying other religions and how they came to be, because that will also help you learn about how the gods in question came to be. Who moved where? What gods got brought along and turned into other gods? I particularly recommend looking at the Romans and how they went "Wow, everyone worships our gods but with different names! Neat!"

Important Links

Literally anything by Overly Sarcastic Productions that goes into detail about the origin of various deities (which is mostly on Red's end) - namely these ones about Aphrodite, Dionysus, Hades and Persephone and Demeter, Hermes, and Loki

Anything broadly about deity work and religion, frankly, because in the course of developing your divine figure, you'll have to come up with their offerings and portfolio and what they may help you with

Wolf Of Antimony Occultism - aka @wolfofantimonyoccultism here on Tumblr, they're creating their own religion that's really cool to see

Religions From A Writing Perspective

At heart, I am a worldbuilder. I build worlds. That's what I DO. My Kephea project is a great example of this, though I have others as well. In particular, I love building magic systems and religions.

I will accept any chance to talk about my Kephea project, but this is about building a religion. Generally speaking, religions like to talk about the following three things:

How did the world come to be?

How should we act towards one another?

What happens when we die?

Not every religion (real-world or in media) talks about all of these. Hell, some don't touch on any of them. Here's a fictional example of a religion that has some things to say: the Church of Avacyn (the plane of Innistrad in Magic: The Gathering):

Doesn't discuss how the world came to be.

Says that humans should help and protect each other from the monsters of Innistrad, which include vampires, werewolves, zombies, geists, and even other humans. Later says that humans are inherently sinful during the height of Avacyn's madness and they should be slain to save them from themselves. One archangel and her flight took that second part personally and caused a schism in the church.

Promises a Blessed Sleep that won't be bothered by undeath in either zombie or geist form. This isn't going well now that the archangel and her flight who oversees it are destroyed.

It's important to sit and think about how your religion addresses or doesn't address these questions. Is it more of a henotheistic approach, where any number of gods exist but you only worship some? Is it a monotheistic approach, where there's only a single deity? Is it a polytheistic approach, where there are many deities with a strong connecting thread? Is it an entirely different approach, like archetypes (the Mother, the Child, the Himbo), natural forces (the sun and moon, the forest, the potty pond), or something else? That's up to you.

A lot of my links here will be about polytheistic religions, because those are the ones I build the most. Yes, I have a lot of these links, because this is one of my special interests.

Important Links

On Worldbuilding: Religions [ polytheistic l Avatar TLA l Game of Thrones l Cthulhu ] by Hello Future Me/Timothy Hickson on YouTube (a written version of this video is also Part 12 in his book, On Writing And Worldbuilding volume 1)

So You Want To / Create a Mythopoeia; Fantasy Pantheon; and Stock Gods on TV Tropes

Creating a Religion Guide part 1, part 2, and part 3 on Roll For Fantasy

Common Misconceptions About Old Mythologies & Religions; Basic Tips To Create More Believable Sci-Fi & Fantasy Religions & Belief Systems; How To Create Fictional Structured Religions; and Things That Show Up In Christianity-Inspired Fiction That Aren't In The Bible on Springhole

List of religious ideas in fantasy fiction on Wikipedia

8 Tips for Creating a Pantheon for Your Novel by Jill Williamson on Go Teen Writers

How to Create God Characters for Your Fantasy World by Kathy Edens on ProWritingAid

In Summary

I didn't actually give advice, did I? I just kind of dumped a lot of my resources here. Oh well, hopefully you all get something useful out of this!

~Jasper

[antimony-medusa]

starting off this reply by saying you're way more coherent than I'll ever be and you've managed to sum up all the main points my silly anon vent post made and more.

my hatred of dadza assignments is less going after people minding their own business but more the people making their theories everyone's business through character critique threads. i was tired of people attacking cPhil not being an all-seeing all-knowing paternal therapist for far too many people on the old server who were going through their sad cubito arcs (when at most he was an acquaintance), and I'm slightly horrified watching qPhil being attacked/ mischaracterised to fit the same narrative in the exact same way right now on a completely separate server. i could copy and paste arguments used against innitwt fans who went too far then and apply it to qsmptwt fans who are going too far now, qPhil hasn't been assigned the abusive/absent side character in many qsmp fanfics just yet but time and flat circle etc etc

honestly it sucks because during purgatory the BOLAS cult/family fan reaction was fun! and maybe it was because it was in it's early stages or creators weren't focusing on their angst-filled individual lore at the time but people were (mostly) making dark cannibalistic AUs and art and just exploring potential dynamics, instead of assuming fanon=canon and delving into the very familiar 3 stages you mentioned (wiki writers being a notable exception as per usual)

point C is just describing how twitter works, most stans think that if they make enough noise their chosen creator or entire fandom will bend to their will. as Tubbo said it's not that deep

Yeah! Yeah I am in full agreement here. I ended up deleting my response to that post cause I felt like I'd gotten too far off track for the question, but I think it escaped containment first, so, hello. Continued conversation. :D To be clear, I didn't think you were out of line at all, you just hit me in a moment where I'd been doing some reflections about what I post, and I'm personally trying to remind myself to not go out here posting stuff like "shipping is the only moral way to do fandom, family dynamic is BAD", because if I think about it for more than a second that's an absurd thing to say, and it's not helpful. We're all being kind of weird here, family dynamic is not too far out of line when we're talking about Things To Headcanon With Cubitos.

However, I DO think there's an issue in the fandom with people telling themselves that shipping = bad but family dynamic = good, and then doing everything that shipping wars lead into, including demonizing other characters for the sake of their ship family dynamic, and throwing characterization and canon out the window for the sake of their ship family dynamic. And then they put it on the wiki. Seeing people take non-canon family dynamics and then write character crit analysis moments about how people are reacting badly within it is aughghghghghghghhghghghghgh <I am become that person falling down a minecraft chimney again. But then again, I am never a fan of character crit moments in the first place, I am more a person who sits at my screen like "ooo, more war crimes? is it my birthday?" I am a fan of the murder war crimes guy, why are you writing serious posts on my dash about how he's a bad person because he's not emotionally available to his daughter (editor's note: they don't mean his real daughter, they mean a grown woman doing a bit). I see character crit posts and immediately start taking -1hp poison damage per round.

Yeah as someone who DID enjoy BOLAS in purgatory, most of the bolas tag on Ao3 is not written in such a way that I'd enjoy it, I like those guys as a found family slash cult, not as a bio family, heaven's sake. These are guys making up rituals in a death game, the way I see it, not a fluffy OR angsty family. However there are still a FEW people writing bolas in a fun way that's fun to me (check out response to danger by insomniawillow if you are open to some more e-rated concepts and writing), so I'm not entirely ready to go full blocked tags on it.

Mostly after so long in the dadza mines in the DSMP I'm just tearfully going "please, please, can we talk about the real guy as an adult and a peer, not as a dad, look he has his own kids you can talk about now, can he be a peer to the other streamers, please" and then I break down weeping piteously. It's fun times seeing what twitter is doing, I'll tell you.

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands!

B4R2: The Extinction

Made in America:

“Quite literally about how consumerism & capitalism has paved the way for a eldritch god to enter their world”

Sole Survivor:

Lyrics below the line!

Made in America:

You thought that you could outsmart The very thing that runs the blood of your kind? You're sick with greed and a lust For that, you will give up your will and your pride

You're hoping you will be saved No matter what you have raised Behold the depths of depravity and decay It's happened on your watch Your time is running out before worlds collide

You went and opened the box And then it came in a slick little package That drove you insane 'Cause your thirst for stuff Is never slaked

And now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here In a package that's not what it appears

You may ask why the doll, well that's all it takes

When you're made in America In a valley of silicon Welcome to Wiggly's shop Your America assembly line We've got toys and trucks and big fat butts That'll help you pass the time

Hey kids, you know that you grow up With all the crap you want Just sprinkle it with dust And a gob of fuckin' lust And you wave your world goodbye

Wiggly, wiggly Wiggle, wiggly Wiggly, wig-

Wa-wiggle, wiggle Wiggly, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle) Wiggle, wiggly (wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle) Wiggly, wiggly, wig-

Hello, Mr. Presy-wes. Welcome to Drowsy-Town

It's you!

Don't be frightened, you're my bestest buddy-wud

No! I've come to tell you to leave us alone!

Leave? Just before Christmas? It's going to be my birthday, you know? I wouldn't want to miss out on opening all my presents I think I'll start with you. I'm going to cut open your belly-well and deck the halls with your gutsy-wutsies!

Enough!

John!

You!

Your minions may do me no harm, Wiggly, for I cut through them with a blade of truth. Begone!

I'm sorry, John, I fucked it up!

Don't worry Mr. President, we'll get you out of here

It's too late, John! Wiggly's prophet has been chosen, and as soon as she has a doll, she will bring about his birth

You opened the box A doll came out And he'll touch down soon To erase any doubt That is all you need To fill your heart

Now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here

In a package that preys on the worst of your fears The gambit is done A work of art

That was made in America In a valley of silicon

We're all made in America In a valley of silicon

Sole Survivor:

There walked a lonely man, silent, mute, the only man Not knowing how, not knowing why was he the sole survivor Why should he be alive, breathing still while others died? And the only question, why was he the sole survivor?

Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night

Wind blew across the sand, he stood alone and he had no plan And with the last rays of the sun, he screamed aloud began to run In his tears he sees his face, "I am the end of the human race When I'm gone there'll be no trace, for I'm the sole survivor!"

Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night

One night when years had passed, the sky shook from a fiery blast And there a starship, saved at last to come rescue this survivor They beckoned him inside, but only man, he would not ride Instead he found a place to hide for he's the sole survivor

Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night Sole survivor, cursed with second sight Haunted savior, cried into the night

[wordsandrobots]

Me: hey, how about we pick one idea into which to sink this unfocused need to write something new now Wishing on Space Hardware is completed.

My brain: Have you considered randomly fixating on Iron-Blooded Orphans' director referred to Agnika Kaieru as being 'like a shonen protagonist' and revisiting the concept for a gathering of the original Seven Stars, the one you dismissed because it would be just blatantly making stuff up about why Gjallarhorn turned out the way it did.

My brain: Also here's some random extra smut featuring Shino, Yamagi and Eugene.

Me: . . . you cannot behave for even five seconds, can you?

My brain: 8)

The smut has been added into the pile. I have now completed two E-rated fics, which I may post when I'm done with WoSH.

Beyond that, I am temporarily exorcising the Seven Stars fic idea as the following script in which I try to work out voices for each of them. I will not be working on this any further until after the Urdr Hunt animated feature comes out, because hopefully that will include details about the first Baklazan and I can de-assign him, her or them from Antarctica.

The Death of Agnika Kaieru

INT: Library inside Agnika Kaieru's mansion

Gargin Bauduin (who has an eyepatch): “Hello Kalf.”

Kalf Falk (who walks using cybernetic leg braces): “Oh. It's you two. Sorry. I didn't –”

Gargin: “Quite all right. We understand completely, don't we Angelica?”

Angelica Elion (who is in a wheelchair): “It's natural to be upset after seeing him like that.”

Kalf: “He's just… he was always so… vital. Now he's just lying there and… I keep wondering how that could have happened.”

Gargin: “Age, usually. That'd be the normal cause. Trust Agnika to get the same result three times fast.”

Angelica: “It's good to see you. We weren't sure you would make it, given how busy you've been.”

Kalf: “Yes, well. Someone has to care about the things none of the rest of you can be bothered with.”

Gargin: “Come on, don't be like that. We rely on your work getting the Ariadne back into shape. Don't know what we'd have done without you.”

Kalf: “I suppose you could've always thrown some of your pet cult at the problem.”

Angelica: “The Seven Star Corps is the reason we've been able to make any progress with the rebuilding. Whatever you think of it as a concept, it has been both necessary and successful.”

Gargin: “Not to mention the sacrifice its members have made. I would have thought you'd be the last person to sneer at those who've lost everything and yet still find it in themselves to work for the good of the future.”

Kalf: “I – yes. You're right. I apologise. That was… I'm just…”

Angelica: “Believe me, we all are. We understand.”

Kalf: “So, um, how's Deborah?”

Gargin: “Big as a house and cursing me daily for having the gall to conceive a child with her. Any protest I make over how I couldn't possibly have predicted triplets is being treated as an act of war. How's Marco?”

Kalf: “Fine. Or, well, he was last I had the chance to speak to him. And believe me, I see the irony of a communications expert not finding time to talk to his boyfriend.”

Angelica: “Perhaps once we're done here, you'll be able to go visit him.”

Kalf: “Perhaps.”

There follows a scene in which Arzona Issue arrives and gets into a heated argument with Kalf over Gjallarhorn's future, which leads to Kalf storming out.

Gargin: “That could have gone better.”

Arzona Issue, dropping into an armchair: “He's never forgiven me for what happened in Paris.”

Gargin: “Massacres do tend to cast shadows over a friendship, yes.”

Arzona: “I didn't want things to go that way. I tried to stop it! But in the end –”

Gargin: “I know, Arzona, old man. I know. Deep down, so does Kalf. He's a surly little brat at times but he's stuck with us this far.”

Arzona: “I'm just trying to be logical. Agnika held everything together by force of will. Without him…”

Angelica: Starting a family isn't something people generally do out of logic. Or at least, not out of spoken logic. Not all of us were born with the expectation that we existed to advance our parents' name, you know.”

Arzona: “I am aware, thank you. I… I shouldn't have brought it up. We can't discuss it properly yet anyway. But with so much to do… Agnika's not even left a will, can you believe that? The single most important man on the planet and he's going to die without his affairs in order.”

Gargin: “That seems somewhat out of character.”

Arzona: “I asked him about it once. Early on, when we were pulling all remaining military assets under our command. He'd defined the chain of command down to each individual soldier but as for his personal life – he told me he'd worry about it when the mission was complete.”

Angelica: “Now that's like him.”

Arzona: “He was asking for Valerie earlier. Came round for a while and then … Valerie, Alvin, even Petr. His old friends. I didn't know what to tell him. If he'd forgotten…”

Gargin: “Ah, come now, don't tear yourself up. This is one area where you're allowed not to be perfect, believe me.”

Arzona: “I wonder if it's going to be our fate too, eventually. Fading by degrees and then – oh. F-forgive me, Angelica. That probably sounded…”

Angelica: “It's an extremely sensible concern. None of us understand the long-term effects of the augmentation procedures, much less the toll the War took. I sometimes suspect it's easier for those of us who already lost the use of a limb or two. Saves waiting for the unexpected.”

Gargin: “Besides, Agnika always pushed himself more than the rest of us. My eye, Kalf and Angelica's legs, those were our extremes. Agnika's lay far beyond us.

Arzona: “Perhaps. I still can't shake the idea time is set against our efforts.”

Angelica: “That will always be true.”

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EXT: Garden

Maki Fareed (wine-glass in hand): “Dear me, dear me. Here's a man reeling from a regrettable encounter with our illustrious leader. Come sit with us, my child, and have a good long scream into the koi pond. It'll make you feel better.”

Kalf Falk: “Uh… sure. Fine. Yes. Arzona is being…”

Maki: “Arzona is being Arzona, as per usual. Did he give you the pitch for building a dynasty, too?”

Kalf: “Does he really expect us to become, what? A new hereditary elite? Did he forget how the War started?”

Maki: “What goes on inside his head is something I have long since ceased trying to fathom. All I know is, I became a pilot precisely to avoid being reduced to a brood mare and the irony tastes bitter. God, I envy Baklazan. Imagine being stuck a million miles from this dreary excuse for the wake. Lucky bastard.”

Embrilla Kujan: “Agnika isn't dead yet.”

Maki: “Neither is a vegetable before it's picked. I fail to see what is gained by splitting hairs.”

Embrilla: “Tactful as ever…”

Maki: “Do shut up, you dreadful old stick-in-the-mud. If Arzona's already planning the funeral and the next five hundred years, I don't see why I need to guard my tongue.”

Kalf: “Him and his damn plans – and of course Gargin and Angelica are going along with it.”

Maki: “But of course. The Greater-Good Gang sticks together.”

Embrilla: “I wonder what Agnika would have thought.”

Maki: “Not to speak ill of the soon to depart but I believe we all know this is coming out of Agnika leaving too much room for Arzona to do the thinking in certain matters. Oh, don't look at me like that. He was an inspiration, obviously, but he did have a regrettable tendency to make everything about himself. It's not sustainable.”

Kalf: “I always thought he had a good grasp on the long-term. Everything he said was always about what we owed humanity's future.”

Embrilla: “Maybe he assumed gathering together people who cared about it the way he did would be enough.”

Maki: “As I said. Now here we are. Speaking of which, who else are we expecting to come pay their respects? Nadira, I assume, and where he goes, Jizin will no doubt follow. Tasmoore?”

Kalf: “Yes, I saw him arriving when I was up at the house.”

Embrilla: “Medoz was on the mission with Baklazan, so she's out.”

Maki: “Pity. She'd liven things up no end. I suppose I'll just have to chip away at Agnika's remarkably well-stocked cellar until my mood has been sufficiently detached from the circumstances. Who did this place belong to before it became a convalescent home, anyway? I cannot believe these vintages were collected by someone even you two could drink under the table.”

Embrilla: “Have you ever tried taking anything seriously, Maki? You might enjoy the novelty.”

Maki: “Oh, I absolutely have. But you'll notice there are no mobile armours left to kill, my dismal darling, and past them, I have found very little to be worth the effort.”

Kalf: “It belonged to some kind of regional governor. They donated it to Agnika in honour of everything he'd done, when the War was finally declared over. I don't think he ever used it before.”

Embrilla: “That tracks.”

Maki: “Doesn't it just? Well, bottoms-up, dear-hearts. Here's to the man who saved the world.”

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For the sake of clarity, I seem to be leaning towards treating Maki and Embrilla as inseparable friends whose love-language is hurling insults at one another. Maki, Arzona and Gargin are hold-outs from whatever aristocratic organisations existed pre-War to lead to the whole 'honour duel' thing. Kalf and Angelica are somewhat younger and somewhat lower class. My thoughts on Agnika place him as growing up more in a academic/scientific environment, which is why he's friends with a bunch of engineers and mathematicians pre-War (this is expanding from stuff I sketched in Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure).

The Seven Star Corps is a concept I came up with to explain where the surname 'Sevenstark' comes from, because it clearly requires some sort of history.

I'm not sure where this piece would be going if I wrote it in full, which is why I haven't written it already. However, I may be able to use it as set-up for the sequel-sequel fics that I have alluded to previously, for reasons I won't get into yet.

[wykwryt]

playing through oxenfree and i think i'm finding new additions (or at least new to me. possibly for the netflix edition specifically?), keeping a record here, will edit:

[indicates some sound, action, whatever] {indicates distorted audio i'm not sure about}

104.5 @ beacon beach at the top of the stairs to the adler estate before going to the caves (10pm? also 11pm.): okay, it's on. status? or statuses? two seconds... boom on. i think i got it. it's uh flashing? it shouldn't be. then i think i don't got it. that's uh it's a safety thing, just press- [interrupted] the red button yup got it, we're good. pressing mine. is this safe? i hope not. [alarm] is it raining for you guys? nope. no. there's a drizzle... whatever. my weather app said there was like a 10% chance [thunder] whoa! everyone okay? that wasn't near me. me neither. i'm okay. are you okay? [static, thunder] s-shut up both of- [voices? whispering? swirling?] what's happening over there? take her out. i'll tell you all about it. just stay tuned everyone. [end]

107 @ harden tower right after waking up (11pm): {a blink? i tried and pressed 30 point.} over. what happened? what happened? where did everybody go? {the ??? is} keeping the portal closed. it's not working yet. we're not. we're not getting through. .. .... ..... . ..... . . .... . . .... ... . .... ...... (idk morse code man) [end tone] -> this one makes the radio glow a little when you get to it.

103.3 @ harden tower (11pm): some funky ass distorted voicing. very creepy.

105 @ the very top of harden tower BEFORE interacting with tower things (11pm): recording. attempt 4 successfully. 60 and 6 degrees, eh jesus who cares. it worked. i'm staring at everything we ever wanted. the looks aren't everything. i'm stepping inside. no you are not! we decided- one foot in. no, no, no! oh my god. guys relax it's [distorted repeat x2: guys relax it's...] wait, wait! [end] -> oh my god i think all this new stuff has to do with lost signals. i think they said they added new stuff having to do with it.

101 @ out on the edge by the sentry in epiphany fields (11pm): {last night i had a nightmare. ????????? blood from the sky make the planet shine. blood on the dirt makes the planet shine. drizzle. whatever. agreement. how did it get here? hello? hello! can anyone hear me. blood from the skies make the planet shine. blood on the dirt makes the planet shine. if i'm... sorry we couldn't- are you two mobile? i'm just waiting for a monkey to pop out. no. nope. [noises] oh my god. all alone/i'm alone. [noise of something winding down... the end]} <- this one's super distorted, may be very incorrect. also lost signals prolly.

106 @ beacon beach by the campfire (11pm): i know where to go. no more hopes, no more dreams. bad or otherwise. i know where to go, how to get there, and what's inside. we're making one more deal. you know how mine work. you keep listening and that's your name, written in red right next to mine. so if you're interested, don't be surprised... when things get bloody. still there? good. i'm not lost anymore. i don't need to be found. so when i'm gone, be happy for me. that's the deal. please. let me be happy. i'm not lost. [end] <- lost signals? wondering about those cult kids since we're at the beach. i think this is the same girl from the end of 104.5.

noting this twitter thread for hints on all the lost signals messages. yep the new stuff i'm finding is showing up in these vids. total of 8? yes i know i'm over a whole year late in looking for this stuff, how has it already been nearly two years since the announcement jesus.

107 @ the beginning of towhee grove (11pm) (huh, maybe i wasn't supposed to hear this one before, it sounds a little clearer now. radios still glows a lil): i'm at uh, a bridge? a sign says charity point. over. what happened? what happened? where did everybody go? the {????} is keeping the portal closed. it's not working then, we're not, we're not getting through. … . . - …- . - --. --. .- …- --.--.--. (guessing at the morse code ://////)

based on several tries listening (a compilation: … . . - …- . - --. --. .- …- --.--.--. // … . . -. // . …. . - --. // … . . - -.. -. - --. ---. - ---. --.--.--.) and putting it through a translator, something about seeking something? i'll look up someone's youtube video compilation of all of these eventually for answers

92 @ towhee grove (12pm): i just don't remember this random wind

92.7 @ the camp grounds at the top by the edge of the cairn (gotta really stand at the edge to hear properly, i stood listening to shitty audio for ages like an idiot) (12pm): okay, you've had a minute. i don't know, it was really dark... i felt red light... i don't know. i don't know what i saw either. really? you were there for so long. i don't know, okay? i don't know and i'm not going to know until we try again. what?! i- ugh, {???} i'm not done talking! i thought the problem was voltage, {and} i thought right, {let me/and when we} get more equipment, i'll- I'M NOT. DONE! {jeeper girl!} whatever it was, whatever i... whatever we saw, if it was anything, it was close. we're going to get closer. we are not done climbing. that's the deal, take it or break it. you guys know it. how pathetic is it if i say it's all i have left? the most pathetic... but here we are, time to be the most pathetic. just stop. blood from the sky makes the planet shine. blood on the dirt makes the planet shine. blood in the ground makes the planet shine. [end]

93.7 @ relay point by the wishing well (12pm): why did you... nevermind. uh, yeah try again cowboy. why did i what? he wants to know why you said that thing on your tape. about not wanting to be found. so you found that huh? i mean, you did just leave it out. maybe you didn't wanna be found but you had different hopes for that tape. yeah. maybe i did. definitely you did! it doesn't matter. are we nothing to you? no. then what? 3 2 1 go!, what are we to you? so since you're saying nothing i can only guess- ok stop, just stop. i didn't think aaanyone would hear that, okay? i didn't think it would work and just. i didn't. think. i was without thinking. you're not nothing. then what? not nothing. okay. you guys should go home. what about you? i'm... going home too. [end] <- this is def riley.

ok the stuff i'm finding is not in those tweets, hunting down more night school studio tweet here: (red for stuff i've already found at this point in time, other crosses as i go)

89.1 electric fence harden tower

105.2 top of tower

97.3 epiphany fields by entrance to ft milner

101.4 the sentry

106.1 at the top of that tower in the lil town area beneath the fort

99.4 inside the fort by one of them lock posters in the middle of some stairs

93.3 inside the spooky scary room in the fort

104.2 next to building with 'he volunteered submarine' graffiti before climbing down ladder

90.2 somewhere in the woods? above the roosting tree where the grounds keeper hung himself

91.3 on the rock in the middle to hop over to the smallest cemetery beneath the cable bridge

92.4 the one by the top by the cairn

93.5 the wishing well

oh god this video's fast

104.0 at the edge of maggie adler's dock

105.0 the attic? in maggie adler's place

106.0 the campfire

107.0 by the lighthouse??

89.7 in a caption?

this list doesn't make sense with what i have unless they scrambled the numbers for just some of them. and/or switched it up since over a year ago. i am putting in an unreasonable amount of effort into chronicling this but it's fun lol, i missed this game.

[darkdoverpseeker]

(Resending bc I forgot the emoji :( Sorry!) Hello, 21+ writer looking for fellow 21+ writers for a mxm, smutty and dead-dove apocalypse roleplay! 🕊️ I'm a multipara writer and as I'm free from uni for a few months, I will probably be pretty active (if my mental health allows it). I'm looking for writers to are also multipara, no one liners please :) I enjoy rapid responses, but it's not a must! What I'm looking for: A good 60/40 smut to plot ratio. I absolutely adore smut and it's a must for me. But I also love well-thought out and written characters, drama, angst, trauma, the whole nine yards! Kink and theme wise, I am almost entirely limitless (exception being underage and bathroom stuff) and definitely want to include dead-dove themes. Please be mostly limitless and open to all kinds of kinks and themes as well! My OCs are all switch/verse, though some are more top/dom-leaning than others. I'm flexible with what role I write, as long as we're both proactive in the plotting and rp :) Just as a warning, my muses are currently older (30s-40s) but they can be younger as well! For info, I use realistic faceclaims and I prefer that you either use irl fcs as well or use descriptions! Story wise, I'd love to get into the nitty-gritty that comes with surviving in an apocalypse. My characters are all pretty morally grey or evil, and I would love to play against similar characters (I love love LOVE villains, if you wanna write an evil guy I'm here for it) Survivors falling in with a bad crowd, someone gathering a cult around them in the wake of the apocalypse, two survivors forced to do what they must, group leaders forced to do evil for the sake of their charges! Give me all of that good, dark, conflicting stuff! If this sounds interesting, leave a like and I will get back to you :)

like if interested!

[kayssweetdreams]

Prim and Proper Problems Ch 9

When the Maestros couldn't get the two girls to talk again, they went to help the humans try and find this "Misère Au Bonheur". However, like the school, she also had little to none information, however, Cal and Fortie managed to find not only her, but her house and address. "We'll go and talk to her, if she really does know the location of the school, we can go there." Mei said. "Alright, We'll try and get the girls back to normal." Sana said.

The kids nodded before they headed out to find the address but not before giving Wormsworth a sympathetic pat on her sickle hand "Don't worry Wormy, we'll find a way to fix them." Emma said. The bug like Negaboss gave a saddened chirp like growl as they went out of the theater. When they found the matching address, They found that it was a large, not well taken care of manison on the outskirts of town. The kids almost mistook it for a haunted house because of how it looked.

"Um...Are you sure this is the right address?" Cass asked. Leo put on a brave face "Only one way to find out..." He said, before slowly making his way to the door, and giving it a loud knock. "Hello? Is anyone there? We're looking for someone named Misère Au Bonheur." He said. A old, but paranoid female voice spoke from the other side "GO AWAY!! NOBODY IS HOME!!" The voice said.

"But you are Misère Au Bonheur aren't you?" Haoyu asked "Why? Did PRIM send you? She can't take me back now! Not now! I'm as old as her now!" The voice said. "Um No. See our friends went to that school, and now they despise the stuff they love, and we need to change them back, but we can't find the school, or at least a way to fix them." Mei explained. There was a long silence, as if no one knew what to say next, until from the other side, a sigh was heard "C'mon, Get in here and I'll tell you all that I know. But ONE mention of how I'm improper, and I'm chasing you out with an ax!" She said.

The sounds of locks unlocking and chains being undone was heard, until the door slowly creaked open, and a old woman, that had a paranoid look was seen in the doorway, stepping aside to let them in. The inside of the Mansion was...not entirely what they expected. There were many papers taped to the walls, and connected with string. Most of them say things like "What is she hiding?" and "Is it drugs? Brainwashing? A cult?"

The old woman brought them to a small table laid out with information "Alright. What do you want to know?" She asked "We need to know the location of the school. Or at least how to undo what happened to our friends." Trisha Jane said. Misère sighed "The second request I can't help you with...As it almost happened to me." She said. The kids looked curious "WHAT happened?" Cass asked.

Misère got up from her seat and looked out a nearby window "It was a long time ago...I was only 8 when it happened..."

(FLASHBACK...)

"My parents had sent me to PPP in a effort to make me a respectable child for society. But I never passed one class."

A young girl was seen struggling against two older woman, tears leaking from her eyes "You failed every class I put you in. You resist being the picture of elegance. You bring shame upon your entire family. Is there ANYTHING that you can do RIGHT?!" A younger Madame Prim scolded.

She took a deep breath however, seemingly calming down "No matter. Soon you'll be a perfect child, and every flaw in you will disappear in an instant." She said with a sinister smile. The young girl looked terrified as she was carried down a long hallway, a ominous glow seen from the end of it "P-Please! Let me go!" She whimpered, tears leaking from her eyes.

"Whatever Prim was doing, she was about to do it to me...and after seeing the girls in the gilded prison. I had to get out of there."

The little girl snapped out of it before she had an idea. In a blur, she bit down on one of the women's hands, causing her to shriek out in pain and let her go. The little girl stomped down on Madame Prim's foot, making her scream out in pain. She then ran back through the hall, not stopping or looking back "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!! STOP HER!!" She heard Prim shriek.

Blaring alarms and red light flooded her senses, but she couldn't stop now. The sounds of pounding boots followed her as she looked for any means of escape. Her eyes finally saw a thinly cracked window at the end of the hall. Picking up a rock like scone that she had, she threw it at the window, shattering it to bits. She jumped out the window and fled into the garden, hiding in a willow tree. "Search the Perimeter! She couldn't have gotten far!" She heard a guard say.

"The guards never managed to find me, and I made my way out of the school. My parents never found me, and I found this old mansion and lived in it ever since."

The little girl walked through a long road, until she eventually reached Timeville, and the large manison that had seen better days. Seeing a broken window, she carefully climbed in and made herself at home.

"Even if Prim's guards kept coming and going. They never looked in here. And they never found me...But I knew that Prim was DOING something to the girls, but I never knew what..."

(BACK IN THE PRESENT)

The kids looked shocked at what Misère had to go through. This didn't give them the answer of what happened to the girls, but it did give them a clue to what Madame Prim was hiding. "And is she still looking for you?" Rebecca asked. Misère's eyes narrowed. "Yes. She NEVER stopped looking. She saw my escape as her greatest failure...and she intends to undo that failure by any means necessary." She spat.

The Children looked worried "But...times have changed. Why would anyone need to send their kids to a place that destroys anything unique?" Emma asked. The older woman's eyes grew hard "Yes. Times HAVE changed. Nobody cares about that kind of stuff anymore. So Prim decides to MAKE kids look bad in order to get them sent to the school." She said. "Like what happened with Yuri and Kaylo! I knew they didn't steal anything!" Leo said.

Misère grew curious "Kaylo? As in Kaylo Bruno? The Bruno with a Golden Voice?" She asked. The kids were confused, how did she know about Kaylo? "Um...yes?" They said unsure. "Her mom helped me. She led the guards away from the mansion when one spotted me in a window." She said "She also Brought me food, and a few blankets from time go time. I can't believe that Prim changed her." She grumbled, her voice getting angry.

She however calmed down, before giving the kids what looked like a map "Take this. It's a map to the school." She said "Um...thanks Miss Misère...but, aren't you going with us?" Haoyu asked. The woman shook her head "I go there I might as well become a senile old maid. However, maybe you can finish what I started. You can succeed where I failed. Find what Prim does to the girls. And Bring that PRISON to the ground." She said.

The kids nodded before gazing at the map. They thanked Misère before they left the house to tell the others the good news...but they never noticed someone spying on them. They spoke into a walkie talkie "Madame? It's me. After all these years, I found the imperfect."

"Very Good. I'll send backup. Bring that ungrateful brat back so we can perfect them..."

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

The Limitless Podcast Transcript [S2E10]

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Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Release Date: August X, 2021 Episode Title: The Beginning of a New Chapter Run Time: 24:56 Minutes

Intro Song: Study Morning - Study + Chill Lofi

Mark: Hello, everyone! And welcome to the tenth and final episode of Season 2 of the Limitless Podcast. Are you all excited?

Johnny: We know, we know, we're going to miss you all too, but we have a lot of stuff planned for season 3!

Mark: That's right! Holy shit, you should see out desks at home, it's a whole mess it's embarrassing but, good news, we already have all of season 3's topics picked out and outlined so it'll be like we never even left.

Johnny: Yup, we're also still working on trying to get season 1 back from the void, but it's taking a lot longer than we thought. Turns out that literally nowhere archives these things so we're a little dejected, but it's okay. A lot of season 3's topics are callbacks to season 1.

Mark: Yeah, it's mostly because nearly all the topics we covered have since been updated, and that's kinda true for this season too.

Johnny: Oh, hell, I didn't even think of it that way, you're right, Mark. The news segment of this episode is going to run by pretty quickly.

Mark: Alright! News segment speed run! First of all we are seeing a mass of reemergence of vigilantes all over the place, not just in our country! It seems that the new team-up of vigilantes has inspired both new and old names to join the fray once again. Just yesterday we saw Phantom return to London to stop what would have been the biggest museum heist in history!

Johnny: Yeah, but then he took the gem the original thieves wanted.

Mark: He literally outdid the doers! Like, at that rate I would've just let him take it too, not gonna lie.

Johnny: Nah, you're right, Phantom's "anti" heist was just so well done that so many people applauded it.

Mark: For real, it was trending on TikTok for a while and you know what? Deserved. It was so cool to hear him break it down.

Johnny: Speaking of TikTok, actually, it's kind of interesting how this new wave of vigilantism has really pushed some people into the social media stage. Like Radiohead, for example, has started using Instagram a lot more.

Mark: Do you think it's like a debate, though? Like the vigilantes who only do good deeds on camera versus the ones who have no social media presence?

Johnny: Oh, definitely. I'm sure that there's probably some tension among old versus new vigilantes too, or at least I wouldn't be surprised if there was.

Mark: I can see the whole 'Golden Age' before the ban and 'Silver Age' post-ban arguments too, I've already seen a couple on Twitter and some of the arguments get so heated.

Johnny: The whole fanbase surrounding certain vigilantes is interesting in and of itself, I don't really want to call it a cult following, but it's interesting how certain vigilantes become these icons.

Mark: I mean, iconism of anything is kinda... dangerous, right?

Johnny: Always. But in cases where it's done right, see Aegis, they can become certain symbols of hope that people look to.

Mark: Not to play that card, but Aegis had a pretty hard fall from grace too when they became the Blackguard.

Johnny: But that is a topic we delve into more in season 3! You all better pull up to that, I think I'd go crazy if I saw the new season having the same ratings as this one.

Mark: Dude I'm just going crazy period, I never would have expected this podcast to blow up at all but here we are, corrected.

Johnny: Absolute insanity. We are so grateful for you guys that I don't even know where to start!

Mark: Ditto, I know you all were expecting some crazy topic about vigilantes that we delve into but really this episode is for all of you! If you remember our Twitter post after last episode, we asked you all to send in your most pressing questions and we picked a couple to answer.

Johnny: Yes, yes, and real quick we are definitely going to talk vigilantes! We haven't forgotten our roots! But this is a celebration episode for all of us and especially for all of you! And with that said... Drum roll please, Mark!

Mark: [Drums on the table TN: Please excuse the feedback] This is gonna be good.

Johnny: A word from our sponsors: Us! Our patreon is booming and I cannot thank you all enough! For those watching the livestream, you've probably noticed the new equipment on our tables here in addition to the huge bump in quality of the video feed. Thanks to all of your generous support we are finally able to support ourselves and this podcast! We will keep delivering you all the quality you deserve and we hope that you continue to support us in the future! So, with that, onto the special episode of the Limitless Podcast!

Shotaro: I think that's my cue to step in! You two ready for the first question?

Johnny: Hit us, Taro.

Shotaro: Okay! From user LandBeforetheTimes this is a question for both of you: Which episode from season 2 is your favorite and why?

Johnny: For me it was definitely the episode on Cypher and Cheshire, I've always been a huge fan of Cypher since the day they started being active and I'm still following their work.

Mark: Wait, wait, would you argue that Cypher spearheaded the vigilantes on social media movement?

Johnny: Ugh, the audacity! Cypher didn't just spearhead it, they perfected it.

Shotaro: Actually, if I may step in-

Johnny: You may.

Mark: Shoot.

Shotaro: I think I'd argue that Cypher isn't on social media at all. Sure, they hijack social media, they've even hijacked this podcast before-

Johnny: I think I cried tears of joy that day-

Mark: You did, there are clips of it floating around.

Shotaro: But Cypher isn't following the usual MO of social media vigilantes. They don't "consistently" upload, for one, and for two Cypher has never revealed even a silhouette of who they are. There's absolutely no presence that they even exist.

Johnny: The perfect status for a hacker, in my opinion.

Shotaro: Exactly. But what about you Mark, favorite episode?

Mark: Oh, the Aces! I've always been a huge fan of them since they were an underdog team.

Johnny: Damn, that's right! I completely forgot they weren't that big when they started.

Mark: Yeah, they were easily outshone by the other already existing groups. I think it was their showdown with Alis that really solidified them on the playing field.

Johnny: Or should you say... playing table? [Laughs]

Mark: Oh, ha ha, very funny, I see what you did there.

Johnny: Wait but how did you feel about them disbanding? Just curious, I don't think we ever talked about it.

Mark: Heartbroken, obviously. But to be exact about it they never really disbanded, they kind of just... uh... fell apart, I guess. After what happened to Hearts and Diamonds I get why though.

Johnny: I think that was really one of the first actual "tragedies" that happened to vigilantes, I think things got a little more real after Diamonds passed away.

Mark: Yeah, exactly. A lot of vigilantes I think dropped out of the business once the details got released. I know Zero, Superhuman, and Sogdo for sure announced that they were done.

Johnny: Whoa, I haven't heard those names in a while! Actually, on the topic of Superhuman and Sogdo, I know next season we're going to talk a lot about vigilantes like them.

Mark: Oh yeah! Honestly, I know I shouldn't say it but it's kind of cool how certain people will take what would have been an unfortunate accident and turned it into a way to help out those in need.

Johnny: That's what I was thinking. The sudden emergence of vigilantes with, like, actual "superpowers" is another growing movement that I heard is pretty loaded in online communities.

Mark: Right, the whole "who does it better" argument, I feel like that's never going to go away though.

Johnny: Very true, but, let's try to get more questions in for today's episode. Shotaro, fire away!

Shotaro: Yessir! So up next is from Twitter user TheGrimDoggo! They ask: "If you could interview any of the season 2 vigilantes without any consequence, who would it be and why?"

Mark: Easy! I would... wait, actually? Let me think about that.

Johnny: I thought you said you liked the Aces!

Mark: I do! I do, but you know what they say, "Never meet your heroes."

Johnny: I mean from what I heard if you're innocent the Aces were very careful around you

Mark: Yeah, but then you hear about what happened to the people they beat the shit out of and you're like "damn."

Johnny: Damn? Damn? [Laughs]

Shotaro: [Also Laughing]

Mark: What? [Laughs]

Johnny: Dude, haven't you seen that one documentary about people who were beaten up by vigilantes? The dude who Diamonds punched has a permanently shifted jaw, that's like... horrible.

Mark: Oh... damn.

Johnny: [Laughing] Dude!

Mark: Sorry, sorry, that was insensitive I know, let's just do the last question, yeah?

Johnny: Last...? Oh, shit, we've been going on for a while now, huh? Okay, Taro, hit us!

Shotaro: Sure, so this last one is from the Twitter user GlitchedMask and says "hi! i've been a huge fan of the LP since it was still just a Twitter account! anyway for my question, hypothetically, if you could get it back, where would you like to have season 1?"

Mark: Whoa, they're like a super OG fan of ours then!

Johnny: For those of you who don't know, for the longest time the Limitless Podcast was actually just a blog on Twitter, and back then we were just called 'Limitless.'

Mark: Yeah, even the first episode of the podcast was supposed to be just that. One of the vigilantes we wanted to cover had so much going on with them that we found it easier to just, like, talk about it.

Johnny: Exactly. And then it kind of stuck, a lot of our followers loved the idea so we kept doing it and, badaboom badabang, the Limitless Podcast was born!

Mark: And we are so glad you all love it! But to answer the question, obviously, we'd like to have it on all our platforms, ya know? Patreon, Spotify, Podcasts, and etc.

Johnny: Yup, it would be nice to have it back, but we know it's been, like, permanently removed. That's on us though for not backing up our data.

Mark: Still sucks, though.

Johnny: Oh, yeah, it sucks ass.

Mark: All good though! But, for now at least, that's all the time we have today! As always, thank you all for listening or watching, we will always appreciate your viewership and support.

Johnny: And just to go through the checklist, subscribe to our Patreon! Follow us on Twitter, check out our Carrd, and- Oh yeah! Buy Crys a kofi! She's back from her bender.

[TN: Drink responsibly, kids.]

Mark: Love her for that.

Johnny: We'll see you guys in the next season!

Mark: Until- Why's the monitor doing that?

Johnny: Doing what?

Shotaro: Uh... it's frozen.

Johnny: Huh?! No, nah, don't tell me we have to rerecord.

Shotaro: No, it's just frozen and- Aw man the mics are out too!

[TN: From here on out their mics are shut off so their voices are a little muffled but I'll do my best!]

Johnny: Uh, try troubleshooting real quick, are we still live?

Shotaro: Yes, sir. But the streams frozen for them too. They can hear us though.

Johnny: Got it, not to worry everyone! We'll fix this in a second.

Mark: Hey! The monitor stopped frizzing out, looks like the picture is coming back.

Cypher: [TN: Ohmygodohmygodohmygod] Hello, this is Cypher, I am hijacking this feed from a further area. I love this podcast, so I decided to show my love by recovering Season 1. I will send the file over to both of these lovely hosts and, until then, I cannot wait for season 3. Please talk about me nicely. I'll do the honors of ending the stream for you all.

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[middy-the-kitty]

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[veilchenjaeger]

In the time it took me to recover from reading The Locked Tomb, I finally watched the second season of Good Omens (had to wait for my parents to be able to watch it with me), and I want to do a quick post of my first impressions bc I like writing these. (No, I'm not over The Locked Tomb enough to write one for that yet. Maybe soon. Or maybe for Alecto.)

The short version is that I loved it, especially the ending. Season 1 is probably one of my favourite shows ever made; it's so obvious how much love and care went into every second of it, and I'm still impressed by how it manages to both be accurate to the book and modernise and alter the story a little to fit a TV show made decades after the book came out. The pacing, the amount of creativity and very different characters it introduces, the Cold War themes that somehow still work in the 2018 version, all the stuff that just keeps happening - it's just very good. Season 2 is very different from that, regarding the pacing especially. There's a lot less going on. Its focus is a lot more narrow. It's a lot slower, and a lot of it feels like filler, up until the last two episodes re-introduce the Shit Is Happening Left And Right pacing. Ultimately, it's a bridge between the first season and the next one (fingers fucking crossed that it gets made; I'm ready to just start cannibalising Amazon executives), it very much feels like one, and I think that's what it has to be seen as. Neil Gaiman confirmed that that's what it is a long time ago. So, no, it's not as gorgeously done as season 1 - but I went into it expecting a bridge, and I did get an incredibly enjoyable and very heartbreaking bridge that I'm 100% satisfied with. I wanted to see Aziraphale and Crowley and I saw them a lot, the plot is solid, and the last episode really came in with the fucking steel chair and knocked me the fuck out. My mind is rotting in 20 different ways rn. I did not need this after Nona the Ninth.

Anyways, in case there's anyone here who's on the fence about watching season 2 (or about Good Omens!), go watch it. Be at peace. Get your heart broken. (And, like, watch Good Omens, it's so good.)

Spoilery thoughts under the cut.

Starting off with a minor intriguing thing - I was SO on the fence about Crowley and Aziraphale having met before the Fall when I first watched their first meeting, but y'know what? I like it. There really isn't anything that says that they didn't know each other already in their Eden conversation. (I think that in the book, it does read like they know each other.) And I like all the little hints we're suddenly getting at who Crowley used to be before the fall. He was a Throne or a Dominion or above??? HELLO??? If the "Crowley was Raphael" theory ends up being real, I'm gonna start walking up the walls. Anyways, it's cool, these little reminders that Crowley does know Heaven fit very well with the overall theme of criticising Heaven as an institution, and I really hope that this is all build-up for a reveal of what sauntering vaguely downwards entailed for Crowley. Aziraphale's character arc is very much a metaphor for religious trauma and being in a cult, and season 2 puts Crowley in the role of the one who got out of the cult even more explicitly than season 1 did, which... is very appropriate, considering how it all ends.

Next up, I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE that they made Gabriel/Beelzebub canon. Are you KIDDING me. I went through all five stages of grief watching this with my parents right next to me, who had never heard of this ship before and were just sitting there, happily watching things proceed while my entire goddamn brain melted. What the FUCK. The audacity to do this and make it work, at that. I didn't even ship this, ever, and I'm still losing my entire mind about it. Is that what Homestuck readers felt like when Davekat went canon? Absolutely bonkers emotion, 10/10 would experience again. How dare they make me like Gabriel, also. Anyways, it fucking worked, and that's what upsets me the most. This was a genuinely sweet, romantic little story. The thing with the fly? OOF. Adorable. Extremely romantic. I, too, would leave everything I ever knew to go to Alpha Centauri with someone who made me the first gift of my life, saved my memory and sense of self with said gift, and then called it perfect to my face. Crowley is taking notes for wooing his own angel as we speak.

And it's all a big Aziraphale-and-Crowley parallel, of course. It's so fun that there were two of those - I had a chat with my dad about that, and we took note of some very interesting things. Like, it's very obvious that Nina and Maggie are Aziraphale and Crowley's mirror, but it only really hit me afterwards that narratively speaking, Nina is Aziraphale. She gets all the Crowley traits, of course - she's the sceptic, she's the grumpy one, she even calls Maggie "angel" (Cute!!!), and Maggie with her outdated lifestyle and her nerves and her cheerfulness is obviously meant to read as an Aziraphale parallel at first glance. But Maggie is the one who's waiting. She's the one who doesn't quite dare to confess, but tries to get close to Nina nonetheless. And Nina is the one who's in a toxic relationship and who, in the end, says that she needs some more time to get over that, hoping that Maggie will still be there when she's ready. And Maggie of course will be there! Like Crowley has been there for thousands of years and presumably will still be there once Aziraphale finally gets out of the cult for good. I want to believe its foreshadowing - it's certainly a direct parallel to the heartbreak scene in the end, and I want to believe that Beelzebub and Gabriel getting their happy ending is foreshadowing as well. It does drive me slightly insane that every single bit of this season was at least part of a big narrative parallel for Aziraphale and Crowley. It was all about love. I'm sobbing. It's all about LOVE, and hasn't it always been? (And, well, it's not like Anathema and Newt and Madame Tracy and Shadwell weren't Aziraphale and Crowley as well.)

On that note: The emotion I felt when they kissed? Unparalleled. We're explicitly and fully undeniably in the queer main characters zone, bitches. I legitimately almost cried. Of course the love story was pretty much explicit in season 1 already, but in a show that is not a Queer Show(tm) from the get-go, that never was marketed as such, a kiss still means so much, even if it's a sad goodbye kiss.

And speaking of that, finally - I avoided spoilers as much as I could, but I did pick up on the general, uh, unrest in fandom regarding the ending. Like, people apparently hated it and were very vocal about it, to the point where I couldn't even avoid it when I went out of my way to not look at anything Good Omens-related. Fandom annoys me more and more by the day - this is definitely one more thing for the pile of annoyances - and I try not to let that ruin my enjoyment of things, but I was prepared to be let down by the ending. Which is very interesting, because the ending was hands down my favourite part of the season. What the FUCK, people, can we not complain about the episode where we get an onscreen kiss? Anyways, I'm SO intrigued by this ending and the story it begins to tell. Aziraphale as an archangel is a wild status quo, first of all, but mostly, I really like what they did with the characters here. Again, Aziraphale is metaphorically in a cult, and the fact that he cannot let go of the idea that Heaven is supposed to be good, that what Heaven does must ultimately be good, fits that very well imo. He's at the point where he has realised that angels make mistakes and some decisions made in Heaven are wrong, which makes him determined to change things once he's in a position of power, but he's still not out of his cult mindset yet. Being an angel is still an inherently good thing in his mind, so of course he's fucking ecstatic when he thinks that he's able to bring Crowley to Heaven. Only that Crowley is really not about to re-join the fundamentalist cult he already got out of once, thank you very much. So, yeah, this works, and it's heartbreaking. Poor Crowley deserves none of this.

(All of this is also very, very queer - there's the obvious cult metaphor, but Aziraphale is also absolutely a metaphor for internalised homophobia. He gets the opportunity to be with Crowley and be straight, metaphorically, to have their relationship be a socially accepted, good, not sinful one! There's also some of the "Your soul can be saved if you stop being a demon gay" thing in there. I want to give Aziraphale twenty hugs.)

Ultimately, "Come to Heaven with me" vs. "It could just be us" complete with a desperate, heartbreaking, overwhelming goodbye kiss broke my entire goddamn heart. I'm very glad that Neil Gaiman already promised to tell the rest of the story no matter what, even if Amazon doesn't play along. That's not something that can stay unfinished. Anyways, TL;DR: Loved it, will watch again once I know how everything ends and don't have to cry about the ending anymore. Will go look at kiss gifs now.