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[theravenmuse]

The artists of the @goodomensafterdark community are proud to present a winter themed colouring book for your enjoyment!

Download below and don’t be afraid to share your coloured pages!

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Thanks to our contributing artists: @bingothedingo666 @floofyraptor-art-and-writing @bjs4bildad Blue_McFly @onedappercat @daneecastle @isiaiowin @vavoom-sorted-art

And thanks to @theonewiththeshippinggoogles for throwing our pages together

[isiaiowin]

Good Omens Fanfic: Infernal Tango

A gift for @gleafer , thank you for inspiring me to write this. ❤️💚

CW/TW: Explicit fic ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Summary:

After Shax accidentally revealed to Furfur that she could dance the Tango, he planned a grand gesture to sweep her off her feet, resulting in a night of fiery passion. Excerpt: Completely lost in each other and the pulsating rhythm of the Tango music. A series of passionate and complicated steps followed and literal sparks started flying between them as they executed the intricate movements with an infernal vigour. Leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Illuminating them as their bodies moved in seamless synchronisation. The demonic crowd grew larger, watching in awe at the spectacle before them and occasionally needed to dodge a spark that flew their way.

Many thanks to @gleafer for letting me use this sketch. Please follow her here on Tumblr and subscribe to the extra Saucy Pidgeon tier on her Patreon if you want to see spicy art of Shax and Furfur and so much more! And to my amazing beta @fuzzygoblin ❤️💚 thank you so much for your help.

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[gaiaseyes451]

Absolutely loving getting sneak peeks of this fic under the pretense of beta’ing! 😂

Chapter 10 of Sins of Knowledge is up!

Chapter 10: L[redacted] Potion Number 4: What would we be but what we are?

rated Explicit. No new content warnings this week other than ANGST/ANXIETY, but please mind the tags! Tagging @goodomensafterdark like a good goblin ❤️

Summary

After a week of worrying, planning, and practice, the gang is ready to try to steal a sample of Dr Lanchester’s latest solution! Unfortunately, super-spies they are not. The newest formula has unexpected results, especially if one gets a doubled dose by accident. Crowley goes to Aziraphale's Ethics class, Eric shows up, and finally, a pair of somebodies end up in a closet. How will our heroes cope?!

Excerpt

Aziraphale straightened his shoulders. “Class, this is Anthony Crowley. Like me he’s a doctoral candidate here at Angelus, and will be auditing this course. I believe this is his first ethics course, so should he attempt to challenge you in any way, please feel free to school him with your superior knowledge. I can guarantee you my full support in such endeavors.”  Crowley grinned and gave a salute to the room. Another student in the back coughed, but it sounded suspiciously like the word “HOT.” Crowley gave no indication he’d heard, but his mouth was twitching as he sat back, his glasses trained on Aziraphale as promised. He lifted a hand and dragged a long thumb over his lower lip. Good lord. Aziraphale had a vague notion of fuzz in his ears, as if white noise was coming in through the room’s open window. To hide his flush, he went over and made a production of shutting it. Deep breaths. There was no reason to be this on edge, this abjectly randy. Over a thumb.  “Now!” He ensconced himself at the front again. “Let’s begin. Who here wants to take a gander at one of the biggest ethical dilemmas found in Frankenstein?”

Thank you SO much to absolutely indomitable betas @gaiaseyes451 and @cheeseplants, who never fail to set me write on science (stoichiometry! WTF! WHO KNEW) and Britishisms, overly wordy sentences and confusing sequences, and seriously wishful-thinking dialogue moments. You are both amazing and so patient! Any remaining offenses are all mine, forever and Evers.

[riverstyx125]

Wildfire is complete!

artwork by @mrghostrat and editing/title by my glorious son who is a genius and I'm not biased at all.

"Breathe, Crowley. Inhale, exhale. Remind your stupid lungs to do their goddamn job. Don’t let the sight of that dandelion-fluff hair, those broad shoulders, those gorgeous, expressive eyes (pale blue in the harsh fluorescent light of the airport terminal) completely derail you."

Huge shout out to @goodomensafterdark for all of the support and encouragement for my first fic!

@laudaddysmitten - the bestest, kindest, most encouraging beta!

[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories

Big thank you to @gleafer for accepting to let me use this piece as illustration to this chapter! Go support her on Patreon -we promise that your loins will catch on FIRE ;)

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 7 of work in progress

TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.

Summary:

Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.

“There, I see him.” Crowley turned to the young man beside him. “Are you recording?”

“Yeah, it's on,” said Adam.

“Right, here he comes.” Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphale’s gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?

“Hello, my darling!” Aziraphale greeted him.

“Hi,” said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.

“Oh my!” Aziraphale chuckled. “Flowers? What's the occasion?”

And there was Crowley’s opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.

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Or start from chapter 1 - Dies Lunae

Special thanks to my beautiful betas: u/KotiasCamorra, u/Paperclip_Ninja

[captainblou]

2024 was something else!!

Hyperfixation cranked up a notch and allowed me so much 💛

See you guys in 2025 !!

Art tag list tell me if you want in or out : @fearandhatred @crowleybrekkers @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @crowleys-hips @eybefioro @elenthyaolyenths @sabotage-on-mercury @itsscottiesstark @celticseawych @mamamissy @missdeliadili @crowleys-turtleneck @goodomensafterdark

[elenthyaolyenths]

Drive Me To The Moon

Chapter 9/10 "Whatever May Come" by @captainblou

...this is just the beginning. Their beginning.

The DMTTM collection (fanfiction + art)

Ko-Fi - Ao3 - Masterpost

Tag-list:

@goodomensafterdark ;

@floscrap-blog ; @demonsandpieohmy ; @amagnificentobsession ; @captainblou

@ineffable-hyperfixation ;

@fearandhatred ; @eybefioro ; @crowleys-bentley-and-plants ;  @ashfae ; @malohkeh-main ;

@quoththemaiden ;  @paperclipninja ;  @silverdphantom ; @neverlet

@mad-aims ;  @daisydimple20092 ;  @seraphhiim ;

[gleafer]

My favorite Reddit sub has turned ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!

If you haven’t yet found your way to the nicest and SAUCIEST fandom fan page in this part of the GOOD OMENSVERSE, now is your cue!

Join us and have fun with amazing writers, wonderful artists, podcasters, voice actors, musicians and HILARIOUS mods and commenters in a supportive community making our goblin lives better every day.

Good Omens After Dark is where thick thighs save lives and Pootie bird reigns supreme.

PINKIES UP, BEEOTCHES!

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[ineffablecrankshaft]

A Storm is Coming...

Fellow @goodomensafterdark enjoyer and frightfully talented word re-arranger @harlotofupdog wrote a rather compelling fic, So I drew her a pretty picture¹ to go with it. Here it is to celebrate the last chapter being posted today :D Happy Fic completion Day UpDog

And here's the fic - go read it! IT WILL STOMP ON YOUR HEART ITS GREAT!

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

¹This was genuinely motivated by my utter enjoyment of the fan fiction and in no way an apology for all of the not so pretty pics ² I also drew "inspired" by the work - and encouraged by some special fellow goblins of GOAD whom took me in from the rain to their stormj*zz Shorewards support group, and together we coped. I mean we survived... somehow

 ²Some of which will turn up shortly³  on Tumblr, GOAD and A03

³ Or might already be on there...somewhere 👀

[demonsandpieohmy]

Exactly Like We Were

It’s reunion season at Eden College. Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t exactly get along back in school, but when a logistical issue forces them to share a room for the long weekend, they discover how much people can change over the course of twenty years. Including themselves. A college reunion AU with fluff, drama, skinny dipping, and love.

Rated M, chapters 7/10. CW: past homophobia and biphobia, non-graphic smut.

Thanks to @its-unapologetic-apathy for the beta, and the @goodomensafterdark writers for their encouragement.

Aziraphale couldn’t believe his abysmal luck. Of everyone he could have been stuck with, it had to be him . That loudmouthed, insufferable twig of a boy - man now, he supposed - who did not grasp the notion of communal living spaces, and insisted on playing his guitar at all hours of the - maybe not night, but far enough past dormitory quiet hours to grate on Aziraphale’s sensibilities.

Last he recalled, Crowley was set to move out to Los Angeles to pursue a life in… grunge pop? Techno metal? Some kind of bebop.

It felt impolite to stalk the man on The Google, so he left his curiosity alone. He’d find out soon enough what had become of Crowley – probably scraping by as a middle school band teacher, or as an understudy for The Wiggles. Although, he thought, his assumptions could be wrong. After all, Aziraphale hadn’t exactly ended up where he thought he’d be when he left school, in much more than just his career.

Two weeks later, Crowley hopped in the back of a Lincoln town car, and Aziraphale got on the Amtrak, and they both headed for Boston.

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[wingsofopal]

A Little Night Music: A Kink Ball Slow Dance for @goodomensafterdark collab with wonderful @the-ineffable-dance who wrote the story and @wingsofopal who provided the art, and beta'ed by @demonsandpieohmy

Rated: E

CW/TW: Smut, threesome, kink, misuse of a musical instrument

Summary:

Aziraphale is only too happy for a rendezvous in 1780's Vienna with Crowley. But when Amadeus Mozart, the composer extraordinaire at court shows up at Crowley's invitation, Aziraphale is torn between frustration and intense interest. With Crowley conducting the tryst, a whole new symphony of sensation awaits the trio.

Read more on Ao3!

Excerpt:

“Crowley… Oh!... Hah, I think, mmm!  Someone is coming.” Aziraphale opened his eyes, trying to focus beyond Crowley’s shoulder, as the demon nipped and licked at the soft spaces underneath his jaw. He sat upon the ivory keys of the klavier where Crowley had pushed him down, jacket lost among the drifts of discarded sheet music on the floor. His shirt was open, its ruffled collar pulled wide, Crowley’s hands gliding across his skin. He had almost missed the click of heels coming their way. Frantically he tried to push Crowley off of him, but the demon wouldn’t be moved.

“Crowley!”

“I should hope they’re coming, Angel,” Crowley muttered, thrilling in the feeling of Aziraphale shuddering against him as his lips brushed Aziraphale’s ear. “I asked him to.”

[theravenmuse]

Under Pressure

This work was written as part of the Fandom Trumps Hate project!

Dom Aziraphale/Sub Crowley

CW: Explicit! Consensual non-consent (role play). Intense impact play leading to bruising, broken skin, and broken bones. Consensual but not safe or sane.

Summary: Perhaps it's just in Crowley's nature that he has this very specific itch that needs scratching?

Excerpt: “Why can’t you just be a good boy for me, hmm?” Aziraphale murmured, his voice so soft that Crowley could barely make out the words between his own ragged breaths, over the frantic pounding of his own heart.

Read it here!

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[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? 😇

[avoicebehindthestars]

SCB - Magic

@klikandtuna Oi! Birthday girl! Catch! :D

Here's my humble token of appreciation for another wonderful fanfic: Sky Clear Blue (rated E) by klikandtuna, which, incidentally, has just wrapped up! :)

Colouring page and close-ups below the cut :D

Rules as usual: credit me and link to this post if you share your coloured version; don't erase my signature; don't tamper with the linework (recolouring is okay).

Finally, some close-ups and comparison to reference for Crowley's ridiculous trainers :)

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[goodomensafterdark]

Come on down to r/GoodOmensAfterDark to join the Smut War!

art credit: user catartkd on reddit.

[notalostcausejustyet]

Behold and See if There be Any Sorrow

A bit late, but here's my holiday GO fic. This one is very, very personal to me. Many thanks go out to the @goodomensafterdark writer's guild and the always spectacular @adverbian for their help betaing and sorting my sorry lack of HTML skills lol.

Excerpt:

The vaults of St. Bartholomew’s transform the sound of the human voice like nothing else on earth, as the church has done since its inaugural services almost a millennia ago. Even from here, beyond the heavy doors, well away from the hallowed grounds. The ancient façade shimmers in the wavering illumination cast by  halogen streetlamps and the sound of the organ and chorus swells out into the frigid night air. It is forty-one minutes past midnight on the morning of December 25th and Handel’s Messiah is well underway inside the historic church.

A lone figure tips his head back to the night sky from where he is lounging against the side of a classic Bentley that is darker even than the shadows it sits in. Waiting, always waiting. He has stood sentinel over midwinter rituals longer than the gargoyles that flank the walls of the garden here, and he will stand guard over this one as well. London has blessed them with an unusually clear evening for December, and while the city will not grant him the stars he so loves, the brilliantly cold night has brought the moon into beautifully sharp relief, its cold glow casting diamonds into the frost that has formed on every surface, creating something miraculous out of the mundane.

Crowley looks upon the impassive face of the moon and reflects on the irony of how he worships still. He cannot stand in the nave, nor partake in the terrible, bone-aching beauty of the choir first-hand. Only once, in his long history on this pale blue dot, has he trespassed upon sanctified ground. His soles ache distantly at the memory; the scars of that night are deeper than the fragile flesh of this corporation. Cont. on A03, Link embedded above.