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arsillanola · 6 months
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*shrug*
Good Omentober drawing challenge Day 18
Following these prompts (sometimes) My other drawings in this challenge
*edit*: the sequel 👀
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inktober day 10: fortune // beelzebub
2 PARTER !! ILL EDIT THIS TONIGHT I SWEAR
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so many of these r turning into 2 parters omg
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gahellhimself-blog · 7 months
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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
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It could be a prequel to my last comic.. This will explain why Aziraphale was so emotional when he opened the little box… :")
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disaster-dog · 7 months
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SUMMONING GOOD OMENS ARTISTS (and FIC WRITERS that includes you too)
may i present to you:
✨ GOOD OMENTOBER ✨
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31 prompts, 31 days to create something super cool. pls tag me if you use it or use the tag #good omentober (optional) ^0^
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ariirdraws · 6 months
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Day 26: Car
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It’s our car
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orago-underline · 7 months
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Oh lover boy...
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day 15 of #goodomentober prompt: snakes (couldn't make all days cause work took over, but here it is some silly doodle)
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upandnorth · 7 months
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finleycannotdraw · 7 months
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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!)
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Day 27
Prompt: goats
Is it 2024 and February? Absolutely. Do I care? Meh... I promised to finish this challenge so here's a doodle
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rybkart · 6 months
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Snek hugs 🫂🐍
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darkhighness · 7 months
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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.
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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.
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arsillanola · 6 months
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Good Omentober drawing challenge Day 31 - Do it again
* Shrug 2.0 *
Happy Halloween! As an obvious companion piece to this one, so I wanted it to be tonally opposite, so it's a bit more angsty. If you have thoughts about when this happens leave it in the tags I'd love to know <3
Following these prompts (sometimes) My other drawings in this challenge
I made it!! 31 days of drawing good omens. I will do a recap post one of these days most likely. But I am very glad to be done.
Thank you all for those who have joined me on this journey, you're all very sweet <3 I am happy to make art for all of you
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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.
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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
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gahellhimself-blog · 7 months
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Good Omentober from @disaster-dog
Day 3. The fall
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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 6 months
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here's the last few Good Omentober prompts I drew before October ended along with my motivation!
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(THIS ONE ⬆️ AND THIS ONE ⬇️ ARE MY FAVS)
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ta-daaaa!! and that's a wrap!! ^^
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ariirdraws · 6 months
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Day 31: Spooky!
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Phantom of the Opera is spooky enough right?
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