#good omentober

[grishaversegirlblogger]

inktober day 10: fortune // beelzebub

2 PARTER !! ILL EDIT THIS TONIGHT I SWEAR

so many of these r turning into 2 parters omg

[gahellhimself-blog]

It’s the GOmentober!!

Thanks to @disaster-dog for the list. I don't think I'm going to do them all cause i’m really tired..

But there is the first and the second in the same time.

Pre fall and star

It could be a prequel to my last comic.. This will explain why Aziraphale was so emotional when he opened the little box… :")

[disaster-dog]

SUMMONING GOOD OMENS ARTISTS (and FIC WRITERS that includes you too)

may i present to you:

✨ GOOD OMENTOBER ✨

31 prompts, 31 days to create something super cool. pls tag me if you use it or use the tag #good omentober (optional) ^0^

[ariirdraws]

Day 26: Car

It’s our car

[upandnorth]

[finleycannotdraw]

1. Pre-Fall ~ you’re a sky full of stars (x)

a few hours late but hey!! i think I’m going to do inktober this year!! (good omens flavor, anyway. the prompt list I’m using is by @ svetowo on instagram!)

[rybkart]

Snek hugs 🫂🐍

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

LOOK AT MURIEL

LOOK AT THEM 😭

[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 11 - Aziraphale

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Aziraphale has always been driven by his love of learning. A certain demon introduces a foreign concept to the angel and he has to learn about the hardest topic of all: Love.

Learning had always been a passion of Aziraphale’s. Even before he was on earth he was constantly thirsty for knowledge and was keen when there was something new to discover. That’s partially what made him such a great fit to be Heaven’s representative on Earth in the first place. As far as Aziraphale was concerned, he was a chameleon, working hard to blend in with the humans while maintaining his undying faith in the Almighty.

As far as anyone else was concerned, Aziraphale was chronically adverse to change and would struggle to be defined as anything but odd.

The hardest thing Aziraphale had to learn, he found, was love. What is love? What does it mean to love someone? How do you love someone?

There was a certain demon that forced him to learn those lessons. He had been good friends with Crowley for thousands of years but Aziraphale knew that friendship love could hardly compare to proper love.

As he watched the demon race to save him, dancing through consecrated ground no less, he felt a light switch flick in his chest. That switch released a whole conservatory of butterflies into his chest that fluttered in some kind of twisted hurricane through a forest of trees. The angel forgot how to breathe (thankfully he didn’t need to) when the bomb went off but there Crowley stood, amongst the wreckage caused by his own foolishness and the demon didn’t even have the nerve to be mad.

When Crowley revealed that he had saved the books, all the butterflies escaped as a gasp and Aziraphale realised that what he was feeling was new. The demon shone in a different light now and Aziraphale wanted to bask in it all day if he could help it. Aziraphale was stunned, staring beyond the dark glasses Crowley was wearing to gaze into the eyes that seemed so much more golden than they had before.

The next time he felt such an eruption of emotion was during his act on West End. There was no one but Crowley he’d want to be spending this moment with and it was easy enough to chalk the rumbling feeling in his stomach to nerves but what he couldn’t explain was why the tempest in his chest eased when Crowley was around. Even as Crowley held the gun in his arms, Aziraphale felt calm. Even him mouthing ‘Trust Me’ was to comfort the demon as his own body was entirely still. The fleeting moment of apprehension he felt when Crowley pulled the trigger instantly dissolved as he realised that he could still see the demon in front of him, lowering the gun.

Aziraphale also learnt that love was painful and forced people to make hard decisions. He learnt that while sitting in the Bentley, cradling his tartan printed thermos waiting for Crowley to return. In his hands was the very thing that would take away Crowley for good. In his hands was one of the few things that would snuff out the light that Aziraphale had been following like some lost boat at sea. In his hands was the only thing that could stop Crowley from doing something foolish. What he had was either going to kill Crowley or save him and that was horrifying.

When Crowley entered the car he was surprised to see the angel. Aziraphale was surprised too. Who planned to rob a church dressed so seductively?

Aziraphale immediately pushed that thought down. It was sinful, it was dirty. Lust was a filthy crown for an angel to wear. His attempts to push away the thoughts were feeble though. A radiating warmth spread through his body and he couldn’t control it. All he knew how to do was push him away. “You go too fast for me, Crowley.” When Aziraphale met with Crowley at the bandstand he wasn’t lying when he said they weren’t friends. They’d left friendship behind decades ago and Aziraphale was still so scared. Whenever Crowley wasn’t around it felt like half of his soul was missing, drifting around the Earth without him. He wanted to say they were more than friends but he felt like he was being ripped apart by his faith with the Almighty screaming at him about how wrong this was. Their arrangement was one of sin and the bad surely outweighed the good. He could never run off with a demon. That was possibly the worst thing he could do.

That’s all Aziraphale could do. Push Crowley away when he got too close. Even when he was helping with Jim he couldn’t let him go too far. The more time they spent together, dancing around the difficult conversations in their small pocket Soho, Aziraphale felt his soul melding with Crowley on multiple levels. The angel was forgetting who he was without the yin to his yang. Everyone expected him to arrive with a dark-clothed, rock blasting demon glued to his side and he felt like he needed to apologise when he wasn’t there.

The ball was the final straw. The world was burning outside but Aziraphale wasn’t ready to listen. As their hands touched, for a moment Aziraphale felt something greater than himself. His body filled with joy and the world around him blurred, leaving only Crowley in focus. Their connected bodies became one, their heartbeats perfectly in sync and their movements flowing like a river.

But here Aziraphale stood now in a bookshop turned dark at the loss of his demon’s light. There was a lump in his throat he couldn’t breathe past and the air got trapped in his throat. He shoved his hand in his pocket, searching for some kind of comfort. His hand curled around a small golden brooch depicting a rose. Another gift from Crowley, it seemed.

Aziraphale knew that going to Heaven was the right thing to do. If he could just make it better, if he could fix things, then he could secure his future with Crowley and they could finally be together properly. Crowley just couldn’t hear the words he was saying properly. Watching the demon walk away felt like the final nail in his Heaven shaped coffin, but Aziraphale knew he had to do this.

That was one thing Aziraphale hadn’t had to chance to learn about love though. He’d fallen so hard and so fast, letting their souls fill each other's gaps and now, he had to learn how to let go.

[kiralena]

They like holding hands! ✨✨✨

Ineffable wives at halloween party 😎

We talked a lot about @neil-gaiman books yesterday (fangirling over the illustrated editions) and had so much fun! 😃

Happy Halloween from Austria! 😊

[aziraphalalala]

Good Omentober #1 Pre-fall

Thanks for the prompts @disaster-dog! Here is the first fruit of my scrambled brain.

^^^^

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night. Nights hadn’t been invented yet. Muriel, a 37th order scrivener angel, had just popped into existence for the first time. They knew this, instinctively, like they knew their name. 

They looked around. There was nothing around them. Inside their head, canopying every other thought, there was the bell-clear will of God, their Lord. 

Muriel looked down at their pristine white robes. They seemed to emanate a pure white light, and while Muriel wasn’t sure what “freshly laundered” really meant, these robes were definitely it.

They looked around again. Was there some scrivening they should be getting up to?

In the distance, a faint glimmer. 

If they were going to scriven, they supposed it didn’t have to happen in a specific place, seeing that all places were the same place in the raw firmament. 

Muriel exerted their will, and somehow, without really knowing how, they started to float towards the glimmer.

Now there were two clear shapes there!

Something was going on, and someone might need to record those events. They floated closer. Suddenly, everything shook. 

Could the firmament, essentially nothing, shake? Apparently it could. This was getting interesting. They heard the two figures speak.

“Hello! I’m… Aziraphale,” one of them said.

“Nice meeting you.” Dismissive. “Ooookay, here goes! Let there be matter, let there be gravity, let there be everything from pages 11 to 3,000,602 inclusive.”

The two figures looked around, expectant. Nothing happened.

“Is something meant to happen?” Aziraphale asked, timidly.

The other angel looked bemused. 

“Oh right, sorry! Yes, yes. Huh. Knew I missed one.” A beatific smile rose on his face. 

Aziraphale looked happy.

“Let there be light.”

Everything began. An unbridled, forceful laughter of pure joy punched out of Muriel. The two other angels remained in the forefront, watching as stars and galaxies fell across the tapestry of the universe like multicolored rose petals. Star nurseries gained shape and shone in the brilliance of infinite dimensions and whispered of black holes and supernovas in the far, far future. Light sped, as it does, across distances vaster than mind can comprehend, lending life and luminescence to every speck of matter. 

Aziraphale’s heart clenched as he saw the other angel squeak in boundless excitement. 

Muriel watched, and recorded everything.

[grishaversegirlblogger]

inktober day 7: drip // a.z. fell & co.

i think this is my favourite entry for the whole month. this is it. reading aziraphale x sleepy crowley is my peak.

i used jim's bedroom as reference for all the furniture placements so it's still the same building as the bookshop!! i didnt go off the rails again!! (can i hear a wahoo?) after inktober i may want to expand on this for a south downs piece RAAA!!

also, drawing crowley in that angle was SUCH a piece of work. but its ok. i persisted in the name of ineffable brainrot ! i also didn't realise how fun it was to draw pillowcases heehee

[gahellhimself-blog]

Good Omentober from @disaster-dog

Day 3. The fall

[valartyn]

Good Omentober, day 20 : holy water 👼

Challenge by @disaster-dog

[ariirdraws]

Day 31: Spooky!

Phantom of the Opera is spooky enough right?

[ineffablemossy]

A Message For Hell (1,670 words)

Day 3 of Flufftober / Good Omentober 2023 (thanks to @flufftoberand @disaster-dog for the prompts) Prompts: Wait, you love me? Always have // Hell

This is better viewed on AO3 where there's a workskin for the chat sections, but if you insist on reading it here, well here you go!

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There was a thumping on the door. Crowley sighed and scratched his neck absentmindedly.

“What is it now?” He said. The door squealed on its hinges and the plants shivered. Crowley shot them a cold look. A demon with sculpted textured hair popped through the narrow opening, eyes lowered to the floor.

“Uhh, excuse me Your Lordship, Sir, Mr uhh, Mx Crowley, Sir…” they rambled.

“S’just Crowley, none of that palava!” said Crowley, cutting off the demon. “Eric, was it?”

“Yes, Your…Crowley,” Eric nodded, “there’s a… Um.. a message? For you?”

“What is that a question or a statement? What do you mean message? From whom? ” Crowley drew out the last word. Eric shuffled their feet and lifted their head to meet Crowley’s hard yellow gaze.

“I can’t say exactly, we haven’t read it you understand seeing as how it's addressed personally to you Sir, uhh, Crowley. But it came through on the Minitel you see. And as you know the human network was decommissioned in 2012. The only other devices still connected to this one would be yours, back on Earth, and well you’re here so it can’t be you.” Eric attempted a small laugh that died in their throat. “And the other one is in… Heaven, Sir.”

Crowley rose to his feet in one smooth motion, slamming his fists onto the surface of the black marble desk. His heart raced, hairs prickling up his arms, his mind roiling with thoughts of his last day on Earth. 

“Heaven!” He spat the words out. “You’d better bring it here then hadn’t you!”

Eric flinched and nodded their head. They opened the door wider and pulled through a small wheeled trolley with an old beige plastic box sitting on top. The enclosure housed a convex screen, small by modern standards, and a small keyboard attached to the bottom edge. The screen glowed with white letters. Eric wheeled the device to the desk, carefully lifting it up onto the smooth black surface in front of Crowley, who watched every movement intensely. Eric stood back, hands by their side. Crowley glared at them, exasperated by their very presence.

“Yes very good, now run along with you,” he said through gritted teeth, waving them away. Eric squeaked and half ran out the door, clanging it behind them. Crowley collapsed into the chair, letting his body relax. He felt a pang in his chest and closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. He leaned forward and looked at the screen, covered in one word: ‘ Crowley’ . Somehow it looked like handwritten text, despite the Minitel not usually having that capability. But not just any old handwriting, it was his perfect copperplate hand. The pain in his heart spread, searing into his lungs that squeezed, their cage suddenly too small. And under the bitter pain of rejection and loss, a tiny flame of hope sparked into life. He tapped on the keyboard to open the message and held his breath.

The screen blinked. Then it let out a little buzz and the pale blue cursor hopped along.

Heavenly1941: Crowley, are you there?

The cursor danced on the line below, waiting for a new entry.

“Don’t remember being able to do that on this thing,” he sneered, “maybe Upstairs got an upgrade.” Crowley hesitated, his fingers above the keys. What if this was some cruel trick, from the angels or even his own lot. He had to be careful.

Bentley666: I’m here.

A few seconds passed before a reply appeared.

Heavenly1941: Oh, thank goodness! I wasn’t sure this old thing would still work. Or if there’d still be a connection between us.

Heavenly1941: THEM, I meant them. The consoles.

Bentley666: Seems to be working alright.

Bentley666: Who is this?

Heavenly1941: It’s me. Aziraphale. I thought you might have realised that.

Bentley666:  Never good to assume, Angel.

Heavenly1941: Quite, you’re correct of course. As usual.

Crowley could almost hear the angel’s clipped diction through the screen. It seemed unlikely anyone else would know it well enough to imitate. He rested his head back, all the things he’d wanted to say since their parting jostling for space in his mind. In the end, the wound he’d been nursing overtook the others.

Bentley666: What do you want?

Heavenly1941: I want to apologise if you’ll allow it.

Bentley666: You think an APOLOGY will

Bentley666: I mean. What could you possibly want to apologise for? You chose your side. You made it QUITE clear. And you also made it quite clear that I, as I am, as I have always been for the last SIX THOUSAND YEARS, am not part of that side.

Heavenly1941: That’s exactly it, my dear. I was wrong. I was so incredibly, stupidly, ridiculously, blatantly, despairingly wrong. If you don’t mind I have quite a few things to write out, please be patient with me.

Bentley666: Alright Angel, I’ll wait til you’re done.

Heavenly1941: Thank you my dear. As I was saying, I was wrong. It was all too fast. You know how I like to take my time over things, mull them over. Well, I couldn’t and I was still so excited from the Ball and the fight at the bookshop. I felt like I could control the situation. But that was wrong of me, I should never have tried to control you, of all people. I realise now I shouldn’t have tried to control our neighbours and fellow shopkeepers either. I got rather carried away.

Bentley666: You can say that again.

Heavenly1941: I got rather carried away.

Bentley666: You idiot, I didn’t mean actually say it again.

Heavenly1941: I know dear.

Heavenly1941: I suppose I’m trying to say that I know it all sounded awful and I was very hurtful to you. And now I’ve had time to think properly this is what I wanted to say, even though it came out all wrong.

Heavenly1941: You have always shone the brightest of us all, you are singular among all the ethereal beings. When you were cast out, the light of Heaven dimmed, and the strength of Hell multiplied. But mostly, the lot of the Earth improved immeasurably. You were wronged, but it forged you. And our long years on Earth have tempered you, as they have me I now realise. We have both become something other than the angel and demon that we were. And it’s true I already adored you back then, before Eden, before the Fall. But you were not yet the demon who walked the Earth with me. The one who has guided me, helped me, and tempted me throughout all of human history. The demon who I’ve fallen in love with a little more with every passing year, every elicit rendez-vous, every cherished note, every fleeting touch.

Heavenly1941: I will not say I don’t want you to change. Because you have and so have I. And I have loved every part of you along the way and will embrace every change you pursue in the future. What is life if not eternal movement and change? But I do not want you to change FOR me or FOR Heaven. Please forgive me for having said otherwise.

Heavenly1941: There is one thing I said that day which was true and accurate, and that is that I do need you, Crowley. I truly do. All I do is drudgery without you. Please, is there a way we can be together in a way that suits us both?

Bentley666: Wait, Angel?

Heavenly1941: Yes, my dear?

Bentley666: You love me?

Heavenly1941: Crowley darling, I always have.

Heavenly1941: I have one final thing to say but it may take a moment. Please hold.

Crowley sat back from the desk and shifted, crossing and uncrossing his legs. What had started as white hot anger had dissipated, now a light buzzing in the back of his head. In its place, bubbles of relief tried to push through, mixed with a roiling feeling in his stomach. He had felt what the humans called butterflies many, many times with Aziraphale. This felt like the butterflies were as big as seagulls, and a hurricane was blowing them around inside him. His hands shook and he felt tears running down his face, creating tracks down his neck to his shirt collar. He took a steadying breath and swallowed, then something appeared on the screen.

On the dark screen a white square appeared. The group of pixels shifted to an approximation of a person, with two arms, two legs, and a halo above a head. Mouth open and brow furrowed, he leaned forward in anticipation. The figure moved this way and that, text appearing underneath

You were right You were right I was wrong And you were right

Heavenly1941: Are you still there?

Bentley666: I’m here Aziraphale.

Bentley666: Can you meet me somewhere? London?

Heavenly1941: I’m afraid not. I’ve had to find a way to contact you privately, secretly, if you see what I mean. I think they’d notice if I left.

Bentley666: Right, I’m coming up. Where are you?

Heavenly1941: Do you remember that storage cupboard in the stairwell?

Bentley666: How could I forget? Right, I’ll join you there.

Heavenly1941: Thank you! I have some Ideas to sort all this out, but I’d really like to hear yours.

Heavenly1941: I can’t wait to see you Crowley.

Bentley666: Don’t think I’m letting you off so lightly. You’d better be prepared to repeat all this to me in person. So I can watch you squirm. And you are doing the Dance. PROPERLY.

Heavenly1941: Oh, I’ve missed you, you foul fiend!

Bentley666: So have I. I’ll be up in 10 minutes.

Heavenly1941: Wonderful!

Bentley666: Angel?

Heavenly1941: Yes darling?

Bentley666: I love you too.

Crowley flicked the off button and lept from the throne. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt his cheeks ache from his wide grin. As he swaggered through the corridors, every fibre pulsing with energy, confusion spread among the lesser demons. Seeing someone happy in Hell was a first for them all.