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vavoom-sorted-art · 4 months

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Angst War: Part 6

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Thank you for coming along for the ride! The @goodomensafterdark Angst War really was a memorable time that I won't forget so quickly, and i hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

To the next one!

(also, congrats to everyone who figured out the trick with the holy water!! I saw a few comments!)

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daneecastle · 5 months

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Reversed Veil of Worlds

Pg 13 and 14

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

So future Aziraphale doesn’t seem to know what he is looking at. Baby girl “Starmaker” has appeared … how? Why? There are now two red heads in that room.

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actual-changeling · 5 months

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Uh. Hi! I'm Alex and I love writing pain.

I've seen the angst war going on and I am incredibly tempted to contribute; I'm not quite sure of the rules (if there are any) so feel free to bring me up to speed. Updates will be at whatever pace is fun/doable for me, interactions, asks etc. always very much appreciated 💚

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

I will put appropriate content tags on every chapter and make a masterpost once I have a handful of posts. Please keep in mind that this series is going to deal with a heavy dose of unreality, self-injurious behaviour, substance abuse, erratic behaviour/mood swings, and more. There will be a happy ending.

Now, without further ado, the first instalment of what is going to be us following Crowley down the path of (hopefully temporary) insanity.

rest your head \\ chapter 1

(~800 w, no additional warnings)

Sleep deprivation, while usually not fatal, is not the least bit pleasant. Human brains require sleep to function—and not just their minds, either. The entire body breaks down oh so slowly as every system designed to keep it alive deteriorates without the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.

However, the actual cause of death is yet to be identified, and luckily Crowley's corporation functions on the principle of 'what it doesn't know won't kill it'.

Over the centuries, earthly indulgences have become more and more common, pleasures easily sought and found no matter where he went, although nothing ever beat a good night's (or decade's) rest. Sleep calms his mind and allows him to drift through time without a care, surrounded by ever-shifting dream clouds and the occasional vivid interference. In short, it takes away the pain, and Someone knows there is a lot to carry when he returns home for the first time in four years.

No dust had dared to settle on the furniture, and the familiar smell of damp earth welcomes him. Locking the door behind him, Crowley blindly finds his way through the corridors, kicking off his shoes as he goes and throwing his glasses onto the nearest surface. When he pushes into his bedroom, which is just as pristine as he had left it, the anger churning in his gut cools.

Home. Has he ever had a home? Once upon a time, maybe, before time had been born, surrounded by breathing nebulae and void, and then—

Eden. Him. Right, that's done.

A snap of his fingers and his clothes change into a set of silk pyjamas, the fabric brushing over his skin like liquid silver, and the black-out curtains snap shut. Darkvision is one of the advantages of being a demon, but he finds the dark has nothing to offer him today, so he closes his eyes and pulls back the sheets to curl around a pillow.

Images flicker in the pulsating emptiness left behind, piercing blue eyes and fluttering hands, a press of lips against his, words digging into his skull like tadpoles making a home within his brain matter. Electricity crawls over his slowly numbing body, urging him to disappear, to sink into nothingness and waste away until he is a dried stain on the mattress.

No one will come looking for him, after all.

Maybe the world will be brighter once he wakes, the pain duller, the loneliness less aching and all-consuming. Within his chest bleeds a hollow, jagged wound, dripping black blood and drowning the radiant remnants of Aziraphale's presence; his essence is familiar, it's- home.

Crowley does not need to sleep, yet somewhere between Rome and the present, he had forgotten about it, his corporation shifting and changing, craving rest and punishing him for its absence. It will not kill him, it does not even occur to him that it might, but there are countless fates worth than death and he is already living one of them. What's another added to the mess his life has become?

His nails dig into the pillow case, his consciousness choking on the scorched battlefield of the day, but no matter how hard he tries, how desperately he commands his body to bend to his wills, sleep refuses to come. A new, different kind of pain rises, worse than fatigue and infinitely more addictive. Its sting is battery acid on his tongue, infusing him with a restlessness that is scratching on his bones, and when blue irises keep mocking him behind closed lids, he forces his eyes open, turns onto his back, and stares at the ceiling, waiting.

Light wanders and shifts, barely visible through the heavy fabric adorning his windows, and it dips behind the horizon before reappearing on the other side. Crowley stares at white paint and counts the moving dots gradually clouding his vision, absently pressing his knuckles against his sternum over and over—whether to calm himself or to chase away mental pain with physical is beyond his awareness.

Both, neither, maybe.

His too-human body protests and whines, and once he begins to see blue shadows in his periphery, Crowley bites his tongue and gets up. Coffee will help, then a hot shower, and yelling his plants back into order is going to occupy most of his afternoon anyway, so what's a night without sleep?

The next one will bring him the rest he needs, and Aziraphale's eyes will stop striking him down whenever he blinks. He is alone now (alone in London, alone on earth, his chest constricts and twists at the thought, stealing his breath) and he will have to get used to it; it'll be fine eventually, right?

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Three days later Crowley is staring at his bedroom ceiling, impatient, restless, exhausted, and attempting to chase away the bone-white teeth hovering underneath lightning-blue eyes.

"Fine, have it your way," he snaps eventually, his voice too loud in an empty room, and feels the smile breathing down his neck all the way to the kitchen.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable angst war #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #im sure there is at least one person who saw this coming #if you thought i was giving you pain before we are about to enter an entirely new abyss

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 5 months

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❗Angst War Contribution: "Falling Angel" [Crowley - Good Omens]❗

@goodomensafterdark

It’s almost like an explosion. A brief, brutal event ; horrible, destructive. Ireversible. A mad descent, a vertigo, an impact. Gusts of flames, blades of burning lights. Smothering black smokes, the earth opening up, white-hot magma.

A fall, the Fall. The end of everything, the return to nothingness.

But it had been so, so much more than that.

And so much worse... after.

This is how I imagine Crowley’s fall. Not fun, I know.

In my vision, when angels fall, they first lose their Heavenly light/influence, with all the emotional and physical pain it may occure. THEN, Hell takes control on them and transforms them into demons – and it’s just ant other round of sufferings and tortures.

(By the way, that was one of my first tries on a Graphic Tablet - Day 09 of practice. Forgot (?) to post it. But seems like it kinda fit the current angst war.)

#Art #my art #Good Omens #Crowley #Good omens crowley #Angel crowley #Blood #Pain #Fanfiction #One day I’ll write it down #angst war #good omens after dark #cw pain #ineffable angst war #my Good Omens Art #Elenthya&GoodOmens #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens #ElenthyaGallery

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gahellhimself-blog · 5 months

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The ending… of the arc.

Previous - first pages

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #good omens fanwork #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens comic #good omens after dark angst war #good omens after dark

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ineffablyruined · 5 months

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Good Omens + Bad Jokes (6/?)

Made as part of the Angst War over at @goodomensafterdark

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bea-n-art · 4 months

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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

#good omens #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens art #Holy water #Good Omens Comic #angst war #Good Omens after dark #Good Omens Angst #The tears are holy water

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lauramoon1987 · 5 months

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The discovery Pg5/PG 6

TW: Blood/ death/eyes injuries/ bad things.

HAHAHAHA I will destroy everything you love.

Say "hello" to Muriel

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

#drawing #art #neil gaiman #procreate #digital illustration #good omens #tv series #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #digital art #ineffable divorce #ineffable idiots #angst war #muriel #crowly x aziraphale #aziraphale

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limeykaa · 5 months

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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 ._.)

#consider this my humble participation to the Great Angst War #although i'm too self conscious to post it on Reddit #good omens after dark #good omens #good omens art #good omens fanart #good omens comic #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #aziraphale has ptsd #good omens angst

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nosferatini · 1 month

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🎧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.

…

“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!

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens podfic #podfic #aziracrow #good omens after dark #ineffable husbands #writers of after dark #whickberstreetwriters #good omens au #ineffable smut war #good omens angst #good omens smut #good omens fic rec

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kotias · 5 months

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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.

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vavoom-sorted-art · 5 months

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Angst War: Part 5

You thought I was going to let them go... but the war rages on over on the @goodomensafterdark subreddit.

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daneecastle · 4 months

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Sins of the Fallen - final angst story

@goodomensafterdark

Based off of the story being made with @kotias called Down the Path of Sin.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #michael sheen #neil gaiman #david tennant #good omens fanart #comic #1650 #English and Scottish war #good omens after dark angst war #ineffable angst war #angst war #angst comic #down the path of sin

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ravenmelon · 5 months

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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)

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rhosmeinir · 4 months

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Crowley is alone. His feet and mind take him to unexpected places.

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Fic drop! STARGAZING is a Crowley-centric oneshot written for the @goodomensafterdark Angst War, on the prompt: "Crowley considers how you can still see stars from Earth thousands of years after they’ve burned out, and compares it to how he’s still walking around while he’s got nothing left to live for."

With thanks to the writers of GOAD and @sohoscribblers for beta work (see AO3 for details)!

#good omens #gomens #angst #goad angst war #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #crowley #fanfiction #fanfic

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gahellhimself-blog · 5 months

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Angst war

Counter counter attack for @kotias

go read their fics

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens fanwork #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens after dark #good omens after dark angst war

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