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vavoom-sorted-art · 8 months

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what happened on the drive home from tadfield...?

Edit: this happens on wednesday after the paintball arena (and the wall slam), not after the nopocalypse! I am well aware they took the bus! ^^

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daneecastle · 2 months

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ASTROBLEME - Collab - Page 14

astrobleme [ as-truh-bleem ] - an erosional scar on the earth's surface, produced by the impact of a cosmic body, such as a meteorite.

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A collab between @vavoom-sorted-art and I, Next page coming out over on her Blog on Sunday!

Check #astroblemecomic for updates!

Part 15 Coming Soon!

#had to change my medium #astroblemecomic #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanart #comic #good omens comic #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #art #art collab #vavoomart #vavoomcomic #daneecastle #daneecastlecomic #bamf crowley

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vavoom-sorted-art · 7 months

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Angel/Demon Mating Dance (all the turtleneck madness drove me to... whatever this is. Enjoy.)

(yes, it is inspired by this:)

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vavoom-sorted-art · 7 months

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Page one of a post s2 Good Omens Comic I'm working on!

#It even has a footnote!#good omens #good omens comic #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens s2 spoilers #goodomens #good omens fanart #art #crowley #muriel #muriel is a child of divorce #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #azicrow #vavoomcomic #vavoomart

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vavoom-sorted-art · 4 months

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Sweet Dreams - Part II

Part I | Next | Full Comic

#Vavoom Sweet Dreams

#vavoom sweet dreams #good omens #ineffable smut war #vavoom smut war #good omens fanart #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #art #vavoomart #vavoomcomic #nsft #suggestive #cw nsft #spicy omens #spicy #spicy content #soft somno #somno

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vavoom-sorted-art · 4 months

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Sweet Dreams!

New Comic is out!

Part I

Aziraphale and Crowley sleep together (hehehe). Well, Crowley sleeps. And with sleep come the nightmares. But Aziraphale, ever the protective angel, is happy to cuddle them away, until they turn into entirely different dreams… ~a self-indulgent story full of fluff, smut and feels.

If you can't wait for it to come out, check my Patreon for work in progress content and more fluff and smut! See you there :3

All posts under #Vavoom Sweet Dreams

#Vavoom Sweet Dreams #vavoomcomic #vavoomart #art #Good omens #good omens fanart #good omens comic #fancomic #good omens fancomic #ineffable husbands #good omens fluff #aziracrow #azicrow #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands fanart #comic #comic covers

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vavoom-sorted-art · 5 months

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Angst War: Part 6

Part 1 | Previous

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!)

#ineffable angst war #good omens #good omens fanart #Good omens fancomic #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #art #goodomens #south downs cottage #good omens comic #comic #comic art #web comic #mini comic #aziracrow #vavoomcomic #vavoomart

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vavoom-sorted-art · 5 months

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Sleight Of Hand - Chapter 1: The Pledge

@moonyinpisces and I proudly present Chapter 1 of “Sleight Of Hand”: The Pledge!

Read on Ao3 (with extra Comic pages!)

Early release of comic pages as well as sketches and uncensored Versions on my Patreon.

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“It’s our last night on Earth,” Crowley says, voice wrung together in chapped, rusted parts. “Six thousand years of this. Of never– of not getting to– *eurgh!”* Uncaring of the styling, Crowley runs frantic hands through his hair, mussing it up in tight, torturous fists. “Six thousand years. And it’s a bloody *photograph* that does us in.”

His eyes are golden, molten in the warm, ambient light. The pulse at his long, taut neck is fluttering like a trapped bird, the skin there thin, delicate. “Hm,” Aziraphale says distractedly, without thinking too much of it. “I’d always thought it would’ve been what we’d got up to at Job’s.”

Crowley zeroes in on Aziraphale, at that point. All of this has been musings to himself, of attacks towards nobody in particular. Perhaps God. Most likely God. But now he’s not looking at God, and he’s looking at Aziraphale instead. It sets Aziraphale on edge, prickles the angelic sense at the back of his neck. It quickens his pulse, settles the heat of his body decidedly southward. But more than that, perhaps most of all; it makes Aziraphale be as reminded of Crowley’s human body as he is of his own, at this exact moment.

The demon takes a step forward. Aziraphale, a stuttered step back. His fingers are curled into the top of his opposite sleeve, tips brushing the edge of the polaroid he’d nearly grabbed.

“Calm down, Crowley,” he says waveringly.

“Calm *down?*” Crowley repeats quietly, dangerously. He’s looking Aziraphale in the eye, now. He’s looking nowhere else.

Another step. Forward, back. Aziraphale licks his lips.

“It’s all going to be alright, my dear boy,” he tries. He clears his throat, shifts his fingers further into his sleeve. “You see–”

He’s cut off. Quick as a flash, Crowley’s gripping him around the shoulders, shoves him back so his arse is pressed to the lip of the vanity, the lit-up mirror alighting him from behind. Aziraphale’s arms draw up around the demon’s shoulders in surprise. There’s nowhere else to go, no more steps to take. The look in Crowley’s eye speaks of a hunger all-too-familiar to Aziraphale. Reminiscent of meat, of basements, of languishing drunkenly at the end of another man’s Earth. Behind Crowley’s head, Aziraphale has the photograph clenched in one hand.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers.

“Don’t–” Crowley’s expression is fierce, desperate. “Don’t say *anything–*”

Aziraphale opens his mouth to say something else.

*“Angel.”* Crowley makes a desperate sort of sound, and then their lips are pressed together, and Aziraphale freezes altogether.

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#ineffable smut war #good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #art #ineffable husbands #goodomens #good omens fic #good omens art #vavoom smut war #vavoomcomic #Sleight of Hand #vavoomart

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vavoom-sorted-art · 5 months

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Sleight of Hand - Chapter 3: The Prestige

(tumblr will nuke each and every single page of this, so you besties only get a cropped cover. go to Ao3 or Patreon to see the full versions)

Only the most premium of premium porn can do @moonyinpisces’ writing justice, which is why this chapter took so damn long, but now it’s finally here!

All the comic pages are on Ao3 and the full uncensored version on my Patreon!

“Aziraphale,” Crowley whispers brokenly. The way he says it… it sounds like Song of Songs. It sounds like Twelfth Night. It sounds– holy.

The polaroid is face-up beside Crowley’s head, just inches away. Aziraphale leans down and kisses him, uses the distraction to carelessly throw it out to the center of the room before the guilt stalls him altogether. It’s not about hiding it from Crowley, not now. No, it’s that Aziraphale can’t bear to look at their faces when Crowley’s watching him openly, trustingly, knowing that he doesn’t deserve the automatic faith that he’s been given. The devotion to deception, to lies. Aziraphale kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him until it’s the only thing he can think about.

Soon, the sounds leaving Crowley’s lips become formless, shapeless. He thrusts up erratically, increasingly quick and shallow. “Oh, angel, I’m–”

“Say it,” hisses Aziraphale into his open mouth.

“Ah–” Crowley writhes in place. Tries, “Aziraphale–”

“No,” Aziraphale replies, bearing down harder and fluttering his eyes closed, brows tight. “The other thing. Say–”

“I– oh,” Crowley fumbles his hands up, pressing at the curve of his cheek, the nape of his neck. The words jumble out in inconsistent sizes and shapes, like he’d never voiced them aloud before. Didn’t know if demons could manage it before tonight, if beings materialized from hell’s machinery could communicate feelings so pure, so good to this magnitude. If Crowley can manage it without discorporating entirely.

He can. He says them over and over until they constitute their own language. A babbling brook, an unending stream. Aziraphale feels like he’s overflowing with too many emotions to ever quite name. Despite everything, though, he says them right back.

With a last forceful thrust of his hips, hands shaking on Aziraphale’s body and head thrown back in a silent sob, Crowley comes.

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Thanks for coming along for the ride and thank you moony for the amazing collab! It was super fun to adapt your writing into a comic!!

#good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #art #ineffable smut war #vavoom smut war #vavoomcomic #vavoomart #Sleight Of Hand

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vavoom-sorted-art · 6 months

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The third installment of the angst war I‘m fighting over on @goodomensafterdark against @gleafer, @daneecastle and @gahellhimself-blog! I‘m running of ammo…