If they only knew
How to keep you safe like I kept you
How to speak the words they never used
I wish they only knew
There were three truths that Aziraphale had been taught about demons. Of course, there were far more than three, but seeing as Heaven strived to be concise while maintaining its penchant for symbolism, the list had been broken down into three main concerns.
1. Demons will do all that they can to spread evil. Demons will destroy all that is good.
2. Demons do not trust one another. Therefore, you cannot trust a demon.
3. Demons cannot love.
There was not a pamphlet that had been distributed to the Heavenly Host. These were truths that had been conveyed through countless conversations, side-eyes, implications, subtle jabs, and consistent proclamations of specially selected scripture.
There were truths about angels too. There were truths about angels, but there were also truths about Aziraphale.
There seemed to be an ever-present divide between Aziraphale and the rest of the angels. Where the rest of the Heavenly Host had the ability to carry out their duties based upon adherence to logic and reasoning, Aziraphale was aware that he often allowed his emotions to overtake his better judgement. The angels had made that clear to him. On occasions in which Aziraphale would hazard questions and concerns in Heaven, soaked to the bone with frigid flood waters, ears ringing with cries from The Crucifixion, the angels had been able to carry on, driven by purpose and written resolve. They had assured him. They had known what was best.
In mending his mind, he would use a scrap of his heart, trying not to focus on the ache it left behind.
Aziraphale learned to rely on logic, to fall back on these truths when he felt his heart rush forward. When he felt questions, griefs, desires well up inside of himself, all he could do was step back and address them objectively, lest he do something rash.
For there were truths about angels, and truths about Aziraphale. And if Aziraphale no longer fit these gospels, then what made him any more different than a demon?
There was one problem. Aziraphale had used these pillars of logic to try and hold himself together, using the knowledge of his superiors to remind himself of his place. Of Crowley’s place.
But these angels had never felt hope at seeing a demon in a jail cell. They had never sat close enough to his raucous laughter to notice that he had crow’s feet by golden eyes. They had never heard a broken voice, shaking with something other than the cold, asking over and over for the safety of children.
And as often as Aziraphale reminded himself that Crowley was a demon, there was the growing feeling that he was also a friend. But friendship was a dangerous thing. So Aziraphale did what he could – he reasoned. He built his companionship with Crowley upon the pillars of these truths, and when he felt the all too familiar desire to grow ever closer, he would rip stitching from his heart to sew his mind together again. The fractured pillars were sealed with cement.
But tonight. Tonight, there had been a bombshell. Metaphorically, there had been two.
“These are just a bunch of half-witted Nazis.”
Number 1.
“It’d take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it.”
Number 2.
“Little demonic miracle of my own.”
Number 3.
“Lift home?”
The pillars collapsed. The last threads of Aziraphale’s heart were torn away. But rather than bleeding out, it was as if a barrier had been removed. These threads had not been sutures, but rather tethers and bindings. After so many years, this fragile thing was finally released.
And love crept forward tentatively.
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This is a way how posters should be made. Look at this bloody art, look, you can see everything and nothing (can't spoiler anything but if you watched the movie, you know) and it gives you such a good vibes that you literally can feel the wind in hair and smell of the adventure.
I love LOTR movies and their movie posters are iconic, but the movies are not abot fancy heads of lead actors and glowing fog.
Finally finished the set! This took a crazy long time to complete, but I’m happy with the result
Jesus Christ, that's ridiculous and I love it!
Trust me, I’m an engineer
Warm up folks!
So as part of my push to fill the world with soft fluff while we all need it, @sparkkeyper requested Aziraphale warming up a cold Crowley. And, well, things got a little out of hand with this bit of hurt/comfort. Also fills the @bingokisses prompt for “Brush of Lips, Almost-There Kiss/Bridal Carry” so that’s exciting!
Not clearly established, but this fic is just-barely-pre Arrangement.
“If that’s the way you feel,” Aziraphale said, hand on the door to his one-room hut, “then I suggest you leave, and find some other angel to bother with your nonsense.
“Good! Maybe I can find one who isn’t a self-righteous prick.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” the apology dripped with sarcasm, “that I choose not to blindly trust a devious…manipulative…snake.”
The words hit like a physical blow. Crowley sucked in a breath, tasting a hint of frost in the late-autumn air. “Fine,” he growled, turning away. He’d have to walk through the night to get back to London, but at just that moment he felt angry enough to march all the way to China and back. “Good riddance,” he snapped from the gate around the little garden, but Aziraphale had already shut the door.
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funny times that I want to spam all around about my feelings like on old facebook, but people, I’m so happy for waiting 4 years and now I’m not on facebook anymore, so where can I spill it?
..yeah, done with Episode 2
I just saw Episode 1 and I AM SCREASDFGHJKL
Hello everyone!
First, I would like to thank all people, who liked my shitty paintings - I really appreciate it and you make me happy ♥️
Anyway, I picked up this package today and you can guess what is it. New inspiration arrived and I am prepare to read whole night, yaaay!
And one last think, GO is not going to die. Nope, never, 's not happening.
Such an amazing energy, oh I want to draw like this.
Pulled out various traditional media and felt Good Omens in this chili’s tonight.
I think my obsession get started... ...and I don’t know how much time I spend on this drawing, because my watches has stopped at 5pm, but it’s irrelevant information, you know, I always lose track of the time I look into David’s eyes. (little messed up mouth, tomorrow I have to go to work. oh satan give me a strength)
Hey, I did art for Chapter 3 of It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine and forgot to post it! Two weeks ago guys, so I hope you already have read it, but if not, please consider to change your mind and read it. Now. A little less fluffy chapter, but I can’t spoiler ;) Look at fussy angel and Warlock the hellspawn - he walks in his father shoes, don’t you think? And @elfontheshelves is going to post next chapater on this Friday! Yay!
Hi everyone and especially @starryfull13 ! I made this art for you as a Gift Exchange event by @do-it-with-style-events and I hope you will like it ^^ At the beginning I wasn’t sure which of prompts I was going to draw until I started and these two came up itself. It’s also my first attempt to draw Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis and I hope I captured them well (high heels are very impractical in garden, angel). Thank you for joining to this event, I had a great time to draw them!
By the way, I’d like to think Aziraphale has a history with crumpled birds more than we all thought and that he is completely terrible with them even he loves all living creatures on Earth. Also, you never know the birds will fall from the sky when you are pretendring to know how to replant hydrangeas.
as much as it hurt me, i don't want to change a thing
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Hello people!there are my works I don't write (even if I really really really want, I could break my both arms and nothing would come up), but I do art, mostly Good Omens fanart and studies.my sideblog with Good Omens content https://www.tumblr.com/siskeyblog
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