#азирафель

[deardeerghost]

But...

Но...

[farftheatre]

tg: farforcastle

they are so cute in these costumes

[akazallya]

[holydevilhell]

СПОЙЛЕРЫ:

Счастливый финал :( сейчас пересматриваю "Good Omnes" в оригинале с суптитрами и чёрт возьми я же знаю конец, но почему то кажеться что тут то будет всё хорошо) если Amazon выпустит последнию серию максимально всратой, я буду рыдать :_) и писать гневные посты(

[ximercr]

What will the authors reveal in these 90 minutes of the movie? (What theory about Aziraphael's motives at the end will they put forward as canon?)

I'm hoping it will be the theory that Angel was intimidated into crossing Crowley out of the Book of Life.

[disasterpuppycrowley]

Excuse me, but do they have one throne for all there?

Простите, а у них там один трон на всех?

[hedonist283]

*Let's do apology dance together*

[henry-adderley]

[sifmirai]

I don't consider myself an artist, so don't judge harshly - this is my first full robot after not drawing anything for a few years.

[rinchaqw]

😇

[st-alba]

Я устал убегать и скрываться:

Каждый раз одинаков исход.

Для чего нам скажи это счастье,

Если снова закроют нам рот?

Я ведь помню тебя белоснежным

И сверкающим, будто алмаз...

Я не гордость иду свою тешить,

А искать справедливость для нас.

Я не спорю, что Небо жестоко,

Я хочу лишь убрать эту тьму.

И раз ждёт нас развилка дороги,

Я признаюсь: я тоже люблю...

Прикасаясь к губам обожжённым,

Вспоминаю твой злой поцелуй.

Пусть ты сделал намеренно больно,

Я прощаю тебя, дорог��й.

Ты увидишь, я справлюсь, и снова

Ты мне скажешь, мол, «ангел, горжусь!»

А пока... До свидания, Кроули.

Обещаю: однажды вернусь.

[deardeerghost]

[xseraktsx]

Не хотел я падать.. Просто попал в дурную компанию.

[etiketka-ot-banana]

[holydevilhell]

Вы не ждали, а я вернулся!!!! И не просто так, а решил выкладывать арты сюда!!!! Ураа, разумеется это будет не так часто, ноя буду стараться)) (как вы поняли я люблю азикроу)

[ximercr]

What If? One of the Fan Variants of the first 5-7 minutes from the movie "Good Omens: Final"

Aziraphael is gone, and with him everything in the world disappears. Everything that made Soho and the whole world happy is gone, as if the last ray of light is leaving us behind the horizon, lighting the way for someone else. Someone we don't know, because they are behind a wall of unknown stone.

Nina's cafe begins to fade: the customers come, that's constant, but the street itself sinks into darkness and becomes like the rest of the streets in London. The landlady herself is losing her zest for life, as if all the things that used to make her wake up in the morning have disappeared. She finds joy only in her partner, Maggie, who is also fading: The record store was kept alive by Fell's purchases and the good deeds he did for her. After he left, things began to fall apart and require more and more money to repair the old structures. Nina, that wanted to help her girlfriend, who loved the shop, as well as Maggie, didn't have such sums.

But if they had a loved one by their side that was ready to support and help, Anthony had it missing. His personal light that was waiting for Crowley at the end of the dark tunnel called the fall, just left him, choosing the side of heaven and betraying their agreement.

It was believable and even excusable back then, when they had only known each other for a thousand years. Back then, his angel had tried to please Paradise no matter what, but now? Why would Aziraphael do such a thing?

Crowley didn't know and believed that the cherub was tired of fraternizing with evil then when he was welcomed into Paradise. The very same one where Fell had been tried for the sole reason of stopping the apocalypse and being friends with him, the Demon. The serpent seriously thought it was him and his nature that was the problem. By shutting himself off from the world with his dark glasses it was as if he was accepting the rules of the game that Aziraphael didn't see him as a supporter of the dark side.

But were Anthony J. Crowley's judgments correct?

***

- Aziraphael! Come in,- Metatron said, heading for the desk left by Gabriel, - Look, this is your workplace. It's your job to maintain discipline among the angels and eliminate the repetition of what you and... Demon.

The last word he spat out like a swear word, indicating his attitude to all this. Not only did his manner of mentioning Crowley as a defect of the past upset Aziraphael, that he didn't like this attitude towards his dear serpent, but it also hinted at what Aziraphael had done to ensure that Anthony could live and even, one might say, be in this world.

- You remember, Fell, what I can do for disobedience or betrayal, don't you? You got away with it the first time, but now – Do you understand me? - he leaned over to the Guardian of the Eastern Gate and almost whispered the words to him in a warning voice, additionally slightly pressing him with his power of the second closest god.

- Of course, Metatron. But you also promise that Crowley will remain safe and you will not touch him on earth or in the Book of Life. - Aziraphael spoke the last words with fear for his friend, hoping for the higher angel's honesty.

- So be it, your traitor will live....

Aziraphael walked to his desk and the metatron retreated to his office. Looking around the workplace he noticed that Gabriel had a few things that set him apart from the other angels - everything was... not so boring?

There was a lone potted tree on the desk, itself decorated in purple and white and gilded on the rim. The nightstands beneath the table, when opened by the angel, showed us books from the earth and the monoscripts of mankind. Also, in a lower cabinet, Aziraphael saw a box. Opening it, he was surprised:

- Stones?

There was a collection of stones with signed dates in Earth time. They were laid out neatly and looked like something valuable. Taking one Cherub read the inscription, which was encrypted into an abbreviation: G&B-1930.

- G and B, what could it mean? - Aziraphael spoke quietly, carefully putting the stone back and hiding the box in his locker.

Looking at the walls he saw paintings by the great Vincent Van Gogh. It appeared to be a collector's edition from the artist, written to a certain "For Amy Pond". Swiping at the signature he felt a rush of love left by the man and remembered Crowley.

- And Anthony will never know, will never realize that I betrayed us for his own safety,- the angel wiped away the tears and looked at the small sphere-ground standing in the corner of the table, - I hope you are happy....

***