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Chosen Faces 125

This comic is a Good Omens AU wherein Aziraphale is an eldritch horror pretending to be an angel. Updates early on Patreon.

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iforgiveyouprime

Art by @wingly-coded

This is exactly what I wanted to see in the finale. The film was completely devoid of any emotion. They deserved at least an embrace. A desperate, long-awaited one, full of love, the desire to protect, and to love forever… Perhaps with tears, but tears of relief, as well as the longing from a long separation...

vavoom-sorted-art

In a universe where the world was saved and a former angel and a former demon got to spend the rest of their lives in their cottage in the south downs...

copium

enabuns

Goodbye goodbye, you were bigger than the whole sky ⭐️🌙

luminousslime

GOODBYE MY LOVE

camilleflyingrotten

soloorganaas

We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us

ramigir

DON'T WANNA WAIT ANYMORE

kandelyabr55

hgedits

Your love for him was the messiest, silliest, most predictable thing in the universe. And it always made me smile.

cesiscribbles

✨ Romance ✨

gooseinsoup

TO THE WORLD

linipik

it starts as it ends, with a garden ... and two supernatural beings sharing a moment together

Soft evenings and a glass of wine

mrghostrat

dust and light

i swear to somebody, the actual good omens parallels were a complete accident when i wrote this scene in BNF, where crowley is a writer in the agnes nutter fandom and aziraphale is his big bang partner. i've been on fire ever since i realised.

"The way you talked about the lighting in that last scene was just so striking— I really want to capture it somehow; find a way to paint the different layers of sunbeams and dust motes, just as you’ve written them.” Aziraphale’s grin caught himself quite off guard. “What are you planning?” Crowley shifted with an exaggerated, bashful shrug, but his grin remained steady on his face. “Not sure, just some kind of metaphor about the light and the warmth, probably. Maybe note some stark differences between the bookshop and a dusty room with no light, or a bright place with no dust. Each feeling equally inadequate compared to the shop, and that being… Er, I dunno, a reflection of their lives without one another in it, or something.”