#good omens after dark angst war

[daneecastle]

Angst War Page 8 and 9

@goodomensafterdark @vavoom-sorted-art @gahellhimself-blog @gleafer @kotias @lauramoon1987

A little fluff with the angst I did and plan on doing. I’m not done yet! There is more to come. Next week will be three pages. Good luuuuuck!

[gahellhimself-blog]

The ending… of the arc.

Previous - first pages

[noisycatstephanie]

Part two of the comic, the font used by God is enochian, developed in the 16th century as a language of angels.

[ineffablyruined]

Someone to Blame (Good Omens After Dark Angst War)

I wrote a short one-shot for the GOAD Angst War on Reddit. If you're not already there, come play with us!

CW: Violence and Blood.

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They came for him four months after that day.

Just long enough for Crowley to accept that Aziraphale wasn't going to come to his senses and come back. Long enough for him to pull himself together after his rather spectacular bender.

Long enough for him to start to care again.

Aziraphale would find out later that they had worked with the demon Furfur, that they had procured a miracle blocker from him. That Furfur had offered it freely just out of spite, not even bothering to make a deal.

Crowley hadn't stood a chance.

In those four months, things had begun happening on Earth. Things that even the humans started to notice. The wars breaking out all over the globe were easily dismissed at first. Tensions had always been high in that part of the world, hadn't they? And that one leader? Everyone knew he was a loose cannon. But when the earthquakes began, followed by the famine, and a new strain of COVID that was somehow more deadly than the original, even the humans had recognized that something was Up. And when the sun darkened the days and the moon disappeared, they knew. They all knew that the End of Times was nearing.

And so a small group of humans came for the only celestial entity they could find. The one who had been there all those months ago when the weird things happened at the Whickber Street Shopkeeper's Association meeting – the things that no one could quite remember, but everyone knew hadn't been right. The dark one, with the glasses and the red hair, had spoken to that malevolent group like he knew them. And, as humans did when they were scared, they'd found someone to blame.

Mister Brown of Brown's World of Carpets led the mob. They dragged Crowley from his Bentley when he'd stopped by to check on Muriel and the bookshop. Crowley had quickly snapped his fingers a second before the miracle blocker was activated, and the new bookshop owner was suddenly the most normal human anyone in a twelve-mile radius could remember. Then Mister Brown’s heavy fist connected with Crowley’s angular jaw, breaking his thumb and Crowley’s sunglasses. Another hit, a spray of red painted the cobblestones under their feet. Another. A tooth jangled loose from his skull, and clattered into the grate below.

As they dragged him into the street, Crowley didn't pray. God had abandoned him long ago, and he knew She would not take pity on him now. And the angel he'd known? The one he'd loved? He must be gone, too, if the Second Coming had progressed this far. That angel had loved Earth and the humans so much, he would never have allowed Earth to come to this as Supreme Archangel. No, Aziraphale must be gone.

So, no. He didn't pray. Because no help was coming.

As handcuffs encircled his wrists and legs, he didn't pray.

As the cricket bats and glass bottles broke over his corporation again and again, he didn't pray.

As the humans whose lives he'd saved four months ago, and again four years before that, took their fear and anger and blame out on the demon's corporation, he didn't pray.

And as his golden eyes locked with achingly familiar blue ones across the street, just in time for his corporation to give up entirely, he found there was nothing left to pray for.

Someone to Blame on AO3

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Thank you to all the wonderful writers at GOAD for their support and beta reading. You're all wonderful, insanely talented people. And thanks to the awesome mods and artists and readers and everybody on the GOAD sub. It's a wonderful place.

[goodomensafterdark]

Critical hit in the opening volley of the official artist declaration of war!

@gleafer wiped out the entire team of moderators. The sub is counting and stacking their dead. No time to mourn.

[bea-n-art]

A comic I made for the subreddit

r/GoodOmensAfterDark community challenge: The Angst War.

It was a challenge where artists and writers of the community tried to out-angst each other in story and comic form. I did two pages, but there are graphic novel-length and beautifully drawn stories by other artists.

I suggest checking out @daneecastle @gahellhimself-blog @vavoom-sorted-art @kotias @gleafer @lauramoon1987

All incredible artists that I admire who took part!

Support me as an artist here: https://ko-fi.com/beanart

[lauramoon1987]

ANGST WAR-THE BEGINNING -BONUS PAGE (4) @goodomensafterdark

strike back to writers.

@gleafer @vavoom-sorted-art @gahellhimself-blog @daneecastle @kotias

Oh oh ooooh!!

[limeykaa]

As I said in a previous post, I wonder how long before the cognitive dissonance catches up to Aziraphale.

(I had never drawn a comic before, and it was so much more challenging than I expected ._.)

[nosferatini]

🎧Someone is Calling Him Shorewards🎧

Podfic by @nosferatini

Chapter update 2/12

🎧Listen to Chapter 2 on AO3/SoundCloud🎧

Listeners Beware! Here be Chapter 2 of the haunting, heart-wrenching masterpiece written by @harlotofupdog.

Featuring enchanting music by maestro @paperclipninja, with fanart by the talented @wingsofopal!

Chapter 2 Excerpt:

“What if you don’t come back?” Aziraphale says.

Crowley is silent for a moment, and Aziraphale doesn’t dare breathe.

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“Angel, I could lose a game of chicken to a double decker bus, or catch smallpox, or… or be crushed to a pulp by your ridiculous box of ancient books, and I’d still come back to you.”

~Podfic updates will be posted each week~

If you haven’t read it, it’s time to break your own heart! Read harlot’s fic (currently thru chapter 9) here: Someone is Calling Him Shorewards (AO3)

Check out wingsofopal On Instagram!

Thanks to @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters for their emotional and creative support during the production of this podfic!

[kotias]

Writer retaliation - Danee's comic

The angst war rages on @goodomensafterdark !

I SAID THIS IS MY TURF AND I WILL DEFEND IT TOOTH AND NAIL.

@daneecastle you're up 🫵

Word count: 827 words

Disclaimer: no, I didn't write this in the span of thirty minutes, I'm not a monster yet. Danee was kind enough to give me a little peak at the after-fluff and I worked with that 😁

Liquid gold dripping on the floor. One, two, three steps forward, leaving the trail of his righteous vengeance behind him, soiling the perfectly sterile ground of Heaven.

In the background of his consciousness, his nose informed him of the smell of burning flesh. Rationally, he knew where it came from, and that wasn’t from the sword lodged into Crowley’s body; a celestial flaming sword might be made of flames, yes, but it was not one to leave a trace, even the particles of scent, behind. He grabbed the handle, pulled it out, and let it go in a loud clang before dropping to his knees with a sigh.

It took a little while before his ears, deafened by the screams of those victims he had sworn fealty to, heard a weak groan, and he opened his reddened eyes, saw Crowley’s body jerk. His gaze followed the lines of his waist, the wound in his chest, the scarf around his neck, and stopped at his face, twitching in pain.

His heart skipped not just a single beat, but most certainly eight or ten of them, as he rushed to grab the sword, inspected it in disbelief, wondering- wondering if, somehow, by some miracle that God had bestowed upon them, it might just be defective. It didn’t look like it was- and he scrutinised it further, refusing to trust this blessing just yet.

“Angel?” he heard from a rough, tired voice on his left side, and his heart bumped into his chest yet again. “What happened?”

He threw the sword a long way from him, heard its clangs resonate in the distance, and with each of them, his heart jumped, wanting, wanting to believe in the Lord’s mercy at this moment. “I will tell you about it later, dear,” he answered with a sweet smile.

“Fine,” the demon groaned, rolling his eyes. “Then can you untie me?”

Untie hi- Oh. As his body was slowly recovering from the adrenaline, as his eyes stopped seeing everything with a red sheen, he realised how… delightfully twisted Crowley’s body was at the moment, vulnerable, bound under hi-

“AZIRAPHALE!” he screamed, fully affronted by his flustered hesitation.

“Oh- sorry, I guess I haven’t been myself,” he answered, rushing to help him up and liberate him from his bonds.

“Yeah, I’d say…” Crowley groaned. The ropes fell to the ground, and he looked away for a bit. “I didn’t say anything weird, did I?”

And the memory came back to him like a blooming, hot tempest, the words I love you, angel ringing in his ears, his face contorted in pain, tearing up as he thought he would be living his last seconds, his lips opening to utter those words…

Bump.

His heart was beating, one bump at a time, reminding him that it was well and truly present, its cadence so wonderfully sinking into Crowley’s presence.

“Uh-oh… What did I say?” He gulped, his lips quivering as he felt the weight of his next action on his shoulders. “... Angel?”

One last breath in, and he drew close to him, pressed his lips against his, tasted him for just a moment. He smiled against him and pulled only slightly away, whispering against his mouth. “I love you too.”

“Uh-” Crowley started, and closed his mouth again. Aziraphale could practically see the gears turning in his brain as the information settled into it. “Uh-” Oh, dear, he wasn’t doing alright, was he? An amused form of worry settled in his chest, and only then did Crowley startle him, more flustered than he had ever been. “WHAT DID I SAY?! What happened?! And why, why are you covered in gold shit?!”

“Oh… well…” Now came the embarrassing truth of the last day spent being anything but an Angel of the Lord, Guardian of humanity. “... You said ‘I love you’. Then… you were stabbed. Then, I… well, took care of Uriel and the Me-” He couldn’t fully admit it, not when it had felt like another him for those long, excruciating hours, those last words turning and turning in his head like a metronome. “Oh, please don’t make me relive this…”

Crowley raised an eyebrow, looking quite displeased by this half-explanation. “Vague…” And, blessed as he was, he sighed in defeat. “Fine.” Their hands intertwined, and the warmth of him went straight to Aziraphale’s chest. “Let’s go home, angel.”

“Yes- yes, of course, Crowley,” he answered, his voice breaking apart with relief, and he stood up, pulling the demon up with him to bring him to the lift down to the Earth, absolutely certain that this, all of this, was the ending they had secured for each other.

And yet, it was but a fantasy, he thought, opening his reddened eyes to Crowley’s still body. His gaze followed the lines of his waist, the wound in his chest, the scarf around his neck, and stopped at his face, resting in the crimson shroud of his own blood.

[ravenmelon]

I think i will (unofficially officially?) submit this ongoing comic to the Angst wars at @goodomensafterdark but perhaps.. less rawr content hehe @gleafer who broke everyone <3

This is page 5/7, only two left 💫 (angel crawley, demon Az AU)

[daneecastle]

Angst Comic War - The Fury of an Angel (version 1)

@goodomensafterdark

@vavoom-sorted-art @gahellhimself-blog @gleafer

6 page unloaded. From here I have two separate versions. This one will have three more pages and it’s done. The other, the formate will change and be longer but both will have happy endings.

Here is the different frame for the alternate.

[gahellhimself-blog]

I'm really excited!!

This Angst war is unbelievable.. I have this comic on my head for weeks and I thought I wouldn't be able to draw it and now here we are, 16 pages and Almost all the script for a second chapter.

Thank you @goodomensafterdark and my gorgeous rivals @daneecastle @vavoom-sorted-art and @gleafer

Trouble in Heaven

previously - Next

[noisycatstephanie]

Part 1 of a fun little comic. I’m not a comic artist, still learning digital, and I’m mostly blind so Im glad I pushed past my comfort zone 😇

[ineffablyruined]

A submission for the @goodomensafterdark Angst War!

Rating: Mature (Non-Graphic Violence)

Summary: Aziraphale receives news of Earth and hopes to make it before it's too late.

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He’d run himself ragged playing three dimensional chess against the Metatron and Archangels, and still the Horsemen had been called. Still the sun darkened and the moon disappeared. War claimed countless souls. Starvation and sickness claimed more. And God was silent.

At first, his rage needled like pinpricks of ice against a heart that should have been full of nothing but love for the Almighty. Her creation was toppling by Her angels’ hands, and Her silence was deafening.

After two months that frosty rage had coalesced into a cold, calculating Supreme Archangel who felt nothing as he ordered lower angels about as though they were pawns in his game - meant to be sacrificed for the ultimate goal. Saving humanity. Saving.. well. Everything.

And four months after his return to Heaven, he was alone in the whiteness. His pawns had been played and discarded. His strategy had failed. And his colorless future stretched into eternity before him.

Until Muriel burst sputtering and sweating into his office, spewing a horror story from Whickber Street. Suddenly, he was an inferno; logic burned, thoughts melted, and he was left with a raging desperation flaming through his very being. And the knowledge that he couldn’t do this alone.

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Continue on AO3

Read it on Reddit and meet a bunch of other GO-obsessed fans!

Special thanks to @mrscakeishere and @paperclipninja for their beta reading and support!

[goodomensafterdark]

so to recap on the r/GoodOmensAfterDark Angst War, we have

Crowley following Azi into hell and using occult holograms of his ass to lure away a hellhound

Crowley straight up getting stabbed

Crowley pulling out his feathers and preparing to save Azi

Inappropriately hot, chained-up Crowley who may or may not be hallucinating the cruelest Azi ever

You’re killing us, @gleafer, @gahellhimself-blog, @daneecastle, @vavoom-sorted-art