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[isiaiowin]

I can see my Good Omens portraits from a few years ago are making the rounds again. It's so flattering to see people are still discovering & enjoying them. Thank you!

If you fancy, most of them are available as prints here:

I've also added this new design for Fell the Marvelous, as people seem to like him a lot. (HE IS BRILLIANT.)

[isiaiowin]

🥰 Thank you @lickthecowhappy and for joining in writing amazing poetry 💚💚💚

GOetry: Share Your Favourite GOems!

Hello, lovely writers!

Over the past six months, we’ve created some incredible pieces of poetry together—works that have made us laugh, cry, and swoon. We’ve celebrated each other’s creativity and learned so much about forms, meters, and the art of poetry itself.

As the end of the year approaches, let’s take a moment to look back at our work and share our favourite GOetry!

💚Which poem are you proudest of

💚 Which one was the most fun to write

💚 What was your favourite prompt?

Can't wait to read everyone's roundups.

~Love Moon

@goodomensafterdark

[isiaiowin]

GOAD Writer’s Guild presents: Diverteasement, a Nutcracker ballet AU (chapter 3)

Written by ckocek on our subreddit

Diverteasement, a Nutcracker ballet AU

Rating: E (though so far only T)

Summary: Crowley, a ballet dancer, finds himself falling for the new costume designer at this year's production of the Nutcracker. But being burned by a past relationship is making him wary of starting anything again.

Excerpt:

“That’s a lot of work, all these costumes. You do it all by yourself?” “Well, I do have an assistant seamstress who works with me, but yes, mainly I do most of it.” “Well, glad you’re doing it! About time we got some new ones. I know they supposedly dry cleaned all the old ones every year, but I’m not so sure…” Crowley pinched his nose and pulled a face. “Not that mine needed it, of course. I’d never sweat through my costumes,” he joked. “Nooo, certainly not. I’m sure you’d never do something like that, performing so physically under hot stage lights,” Aziraphale easily played along with his joke. “Nope, cold blooded, me. I bask under the lights like a snake under a heat lamp.” Crowley grinned. Aziraphale laughed. “Well, I’d better get upstairs. I said I’d be here at half past,” he said, glancing down at his watch in chagrin.  “Yeah,” Crowley nodded, smiling. “See you around.” He wasn’t sure whether the hopeful upturn had slipped too obviously into his voice, bouncing down the last few stairs toward the door.

Continue Reading on AO3

Thank you to my beta, u/TooYoungToMary!

[isiaiowin]

Ineffable Tarot

What started as a bit of a joke is becoming a full blown project: an entirely Aziraphale and Crowley tarot set. My Patreon subscribers get access to the full set as I finish the cards, but here’s a teaser.

Find my Patreon here.

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[isiaiowin]

Thank you so much Visit for joining in and sharing your beautiful poems with us 💚

GOetry: Share Your Favourite GOems!

Hello, lovely writers!

Over the past six months, we’ve created some incredible pieces of poetry together—works that have made us laugh, cry, and swoon. We’ve celebrated each other’s creativity and learned so much about forms, meters, and the art of poetry itself.

As the end of the year approaches, let’s take a moment to look back at our work and share our favourite GOetry!

💚Which poem are you proudest of

💚 Which one was the most fun to write

💚 What was your favourite prompt?

Can't wait to read everyone's roundups.

~Love Moon

@goodomensafterdark

[isiaiowin]

Thank you for joining in @naturallyteal and sharing your beautiful Haiku again.

GOetry: Share Your Favourite GOems!

Hello, lovely writers!

Over the past six months, we’ve created some incredible pieces of poetry together—works that have made us laugh, cry, and swoon. We’ve celebrated each other’s creativity and learned so much about forms, meters, and the art of poetry itself.

As the end of the year approaches, let’s take a moment to look back at our work and share our favourite GOetry!

💚Which poem are you proudest of

💚 Which one was the most fun to write

💚 What was your favourite prompt?

Can't wait to read everyone's roundups.

~Love Moon

@goodomensafterdark

[isiaiowin]

Summary: After a drunken handfasting ceremony goes awry, Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times. In order to set the situation to rights, they must embark on a multi-day journey to seek help from the last true witch in England.

Author: @zin-lynn-c

Note from submitter: 🥺

[isiaiowin]

The Wrong Way To Right

A birthday ficlet for @lemon-tart-221

Happy happy birthday lovely Lemon 🎂

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Perhaps I was wrong.

As Crowley’s clever tongue licks and presses, expertly moving, caressing along soft folds as he simply seeks pleasure, Aziraphale wonders if he was too quick to judge. 

Sometimes the angle changes or he uses his teeth and oh my, if that isn’t something. The tilt of his head, the crimson of Crowley’s hair catching the light as he chases what he desires, uninhibited and unapologetic. And yet, it is also surprising, the tenderness and joy it seems to bring him. 

Perhaps I was wrong.

And when their eyes meet Crowley pauses, their gazes linger and Aziraphale watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows enthusiastically and licks the remnants from his lips. Crowley really does look pleased.

“Angel, you good?”

“Oh yes, quite.”

But he’s not. Aziraphale wants it too. He made a mistake, he can’t have Crowley know that, but he fears it’s too late.

“Nah, something’s up. What is it?”

“It’s… it’s nothing, really.”

Crowley’s eyebrow creeps up, steadily and knowingly and the corner of his mouth soon follows. Aziraphale knows he’s been caught out.

“You wish you got the cone with a flake, don’t you?”

“No! I—”

“You dooooo. Go on, just admit it. It’s better than the ice lolly.”

“Ok, fine. Perhaps I was wrong.”

There, he admitted it. If he simply focuses on the ground he won’t have to endure the smug grin undoubtedly unfurling across Crowley’s face. He will never let him hear the end of this. 

But Aziraphale is suddenly struck by the sweet scent of vanilla and an ice cream hovering just under his nose, flake only centimeters from his cheek. His head snaps up and he finds Crowley, arm outstretched, looking at him without even the suggestion of smugness on his face. He beckons for Aziraphale to take the cone.

“I’ve had enough anyway.”

Aziraphale can’t help the wiggle that permeates through him as he takes the offering. Crowley simply nods, stuffs his hands in his pockets and swivels to look into the distance, as though none of it meant anything at all.

Perhaps, Aziraphale thinks, being wrong isn’t so bad.

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[isiaiowin]

Go read this ♥️♥️♥️

Summary: She flipped to the paperwork for the new gentleman, a Mr. A. Z. Fell. He was a retired literature professor, it seemed. He was slated to be in the room next to — oh, this could be a problem — Anthony.

Author: On10ccasionFork

Note from submitter: Aziraphale and Crowley in a nursing home.....y'all it's not the kinda thing I usually read either but it's so so sweet 🥺

[isiaiowin]

Sorry to be late this week!

GOetry: Share Your Favourite GOems!

Hello, lovely writers!

Over the past six months, we’ve created some incredible pieces of poetry together—works that have made us laugh, cry, and swoon. We’ve celebrated each other’s creativity and learned so much about forms, meters, and the art of poetry itself.

As the end of the year approaches, let’s take a moment to look back at our work and share our favourite GOetry!

💚Which poem are you proudest of

💚 Which one was the most fun to write

💚 What was your favourite prompt?

Can't wait to read everyone's roundups.

~Love Moon

@goodomensafterdark

[isiaiowin]

GOetry: Share Your Favourite GOems!

Hello, lovely writers!

Over the past six months, we’ve created some incredible pieces of poetry together—works that have made us laugh, cry, and swoon. We’ve celebrated each other’s creativity and learned so much about forms, meters, and the art of poetry itself.

As the end of the year approaches, let’s take a moment to look back at our work and share our favourite GOetry!

💚Which poem are you proudest of

💚 Which one was the most fun to write

💚 What was your favourite prompt?

Can't wait to read everyone's roundups.

~Love Moon

@goodomensafterdark

[isiaiowin]

Thank you so much @theonevoice for creating this GORGEOUS piece of Shax art! The wings, the boots the outfit it's so amazing ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Find the poem by @nightshiftcaffiene that inspired this work here

@goodomensafterdark

Dark Stork

Inspired by this poem by Space Giraffe, and with the crucial (Palpatine-style) moral support of @isiaiowin of course!

I've discovered in the process of finding ref pics for this that black storks freak me out - don't ask me why, they're just creepy.

[isiaiowin]

@nosferatini here you go tagging @goodomensafterdark so all goblins can see what you accomplished!!! WHOO CONGRATS 💚💚💚💚🫂🫂🫂🥂🥂🥂

🕊️ The Season of Nightingales 🕊️

🍾🎉! FIC COMPLETE !🎉🍾

IT'S DONE. 🥹

This is it. 

This is the end of the story that made me get my AO3 account. 

I've had this thing burning in my brain ever since the end of S2 came out in the summer of 2023, prompting the immediate need for resolution. 

And now I finally have it. I hope you've enjoyed it too.

Read it from the beginning here:

🕊️The Season of Nightingales🕊️

Fic Summary:

The Second Coming looms large. In this tale following the season after affection's seed is planted with a kiss, Aziraphale must keep his vow to fix Heaven before it’s too late, without asking the impossible from Crowley. As the effort is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon. Somewhere, somehow, there is an outcome where the Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

Final Chapter Excerpt:

Curtains of blossoming flowers and ivy fell over the window, casting leafy shadows against the opposite wall. The trim had been completely taken over by lengthy wandering branches that erupted from the gap beneath the door. Telescoping circles of sunshine cast a dreamy glow into the room. Angelic and demonic eyes adjusted to it, absorbing the yellow-green dawn with growing awe. 

🕊️Finish the Fic from Chapter 36!🕊️

and with that... I'm done!

🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤

🖤Time for a MASSIVE list of shoutouts!🖤

First, thanks to @addledmongoose, my first beta and one who helped me correct some of my long errant grammar stupidity and encouraged me when this fic (and my AO3 account) was just a wee baby. 

Next, r/GoodOmensAfterDark, the GOAD Writers Guild, and @whickberstreetwriters, and all the lovely mods and modlings who have made those communities thrive!

Next, I bow low at the feet of my beloved betas — u/blackjeans93, @dbacklot99, and @demonsandpieohmy. Thank you from the bottom of my black heart, for putting up with my late ass updates while providing all the TLC I needed throughout these last few months. 🖤🖤🖤

Shoutout to @wiblywoblytimeywimey754 for her linguistic skills on Agnes Nutter!

And finally, thanks to the rest of you. To you GOADers, you GO tumblrs, you readers who leave comments and kudos and encouraged me to complete this instead of leaving it at chapter one. Thanks to the ones who were cheering me on from the sidelines. 

Thanks to all of you.

I owe you all a glass of Talisker 🥃 and a mighty cheers!

To the world, lovelies!

...

Fin.

Hm....

Something feels unfinished.

But what could I be missing...?????

🤔🫣🤭

Pspspsps.... @kotias......... did I do it right? 😇

[isiaiowin]

I'm doing art challenges and this is today's result. A surprise gift for @depressedpenguin2 💚😁

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[isiaiowin]

Wow, well done!!! 👏💚💚💚 Love the last line.

…Against All Of Them (or: 25+ Lazari)

A Sijo Poem for „Miracle“ for GOetry Monday prompt by @isiaiowin

Gif by @inhonoredglory copied from this brilliant meta post, check it out!

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Imagine, when we combined our miracles - the two of us,

Aimed them to be minuscule, but they emerged - gigantuous!

Imagine, what we could do aligned, if we just tried - All Of Us…

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Syllable counting and pauses in the backbones of this:

[isiaiowin]

AAAAAH 💚💚💚💚

Sins of Knowledge

🌟NOW COMPLETE!🌟

Hear that ka-chunk-crash-smash-splat? Yep. It's the final chap of Sins of Knowledge, my Good Omens sex pollen AU fic, dropping like a glass beaker full of unknown volatile chemicals all over that pristine lab floor!

Clocking in at a final word count of: 143,582 👀 I am so proud of this one, and I still can't believe it's actually finished. Many many thanks to the mods and participants of the High Pollen Count Event for instigating, to @gaiaseyes451 and @cheeseplants for being the most patient and amazing betas in existence, to @goodomensafterdark for being the best most feral most fertile and most friendly goblin pit on reddit, and to everyone who read along or is reading now 🥰

Click for CW/TW, summary, and excerpt!

CW/TW and tags:

sex pollen, explicit content, dubious consent, ethical concerns, human AU, university AU, more tags at AO3. New warnings for this chapter include: mind control (LOTS of mind control, group mind control, ugly not sexy), catering hell, classist shit, health events, body horror/body transformation, lightning striking people, threat of cop/law enforcement interrogation, human rights violations probably incoming, fighting, threatening, when animals attack, gore, blood, offscreen mauling. If you'd like more info, or if there are any tags you want me to add, please feel free to DM me!

For fun, here’s the original summary for the whole work, back when chap 1 posted in April. (APRIL. APRIL! WOW):

Anthony J. Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are just two typical at-odds doctoral students fighting over a university library study room, when they get caught up in an illicit science plot with mind-controlling formulas brewed by an evil chemistry dean! There are Potions! Science labs! Creepy Surveillance! Corporate crap! Libraries and librarians! Sushi! Audited classes! GRADES and FINAL RESEARCH PAPERS! Wheee! Mwhaha! Anyway: will Aziraphale and Crowley stop fucking long enough to beat the devil and save the day? Or will the formulas change them in ways they never dreamed possible? A Human AU (but also a monster/creature AU).

Chapter 16 summary:

Picks up right where chapter 15 left off, at Dr Lanchester’s big presentation. Aziraphale and his crew infiltrate the event as caterers. Things go pear-shaped. The end is nigh!

Chapter 16 excerpt:

A cold harsh whisper then, in his ear: “Don’t move.” Somewhere in between his reaching out to Anthony and coming back, the lights in Geoffrey Hall had been dimmed. There were small electric candles at each table so the guests could still see their plates, but otherwise the only light was trained on the stage. The white sheet-swathed boxes glowed under hanging spots, and Lanchester stood at the center alongside a podium, affixing an earpiece mic to his head. “Sorry for the TEDtalk atmosphere,” he intoned, his voice suddenly deep and resonant and rolling over the room. Knowing chuckles rippled through the audience. “But I tend to present better when I can move about. And I think you’ll all thank me tonight for doing my best.” The needle dug harder into Aziraphale’s neck as Lanchester looked directly at him.

Read it at the AO3!

Or start from the beginning here

[isiaiowin]

The Wall Scene, if I’d had any fuckin’ say in it…

Mlem 😌

I mean, who wouldn’t.