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Hello Neil! Not sure if you’ve answered/explained this already in the FAQ but since I didn’t see it, I’ll ask: What made Maggie and Nina immune to Aziraphale’s miracle during the bookshop attack after the ball?
I’ve seen some speculate there was a miracle blocker in place, others think the girls didn’t fall for it because they were already too suspicious of Crowley and Aziraphale, therefore didn’t fall under the “nobody will notice anything” category of perception (which I had always presumed to be “well, they might be minding their own business, see something strange but my miracle will make it so they don’t truly notice and continue with their day”, please correct me if I’m wrong)
Or was it simply that Aziraphale’s miracle wasn’t as powerful as usual thanks to the stress from Shax’s attack, so he just couldn’t focus properly on the miracle?
When I wrote it I imagined the latter. Also I think Aziraphale is a bit lazy on his miracles because mostly humans are pretty suggestible. At that point in the story Maggie and Nina would have needed a lot more pushing than Aziraphale had the spoons for.
ok ill try posting something here bear with me😭 here’s my first ever gomens fanart !! sad crowley after the end of s2 cause his expression is a masterpiece in and of itself💔
day 3 of painting a random s2 scene until good omens gets renewed for s3 !!
thank you so much to this wonderful community for the warm welcome i received in this app and for all your support for this project it truly means so much to me and encourages me to keep going❤️
Okay, this will be pretty long, tldr: everything is a mirror of everything. All opinions are my own after I was caught between the twin forces of memories from my art and film theory classes. All screenshots thanks to the great folks at cap-that.com
I’m going to start after “Let there be light” for obvious reasons, up until that point the lighting is bright but cold and white. The nebula gives us a diegetic (in scene) reason for the shifting and intense colors but I think it’s really interesting to see how it was used to reinforce this universe-changing conversation.
“Look at you, you’re gorgeous!”
The nebula is only beginning to throw off color, and what’s the first thing that happens? Makes it appear like Aziraphale’s wings are blushing when he realizes the compliment was not meant for him (and seriously, how adorable is he).
As the conversation winds on and Crowley excitedly decribes the nebula, colorful light is increasingly projected onto the angels, but not the background. This visually ties them together and the intensity of colors seems purposeful as well, since they immediately begins to cool and dim as Aziraphale explains the less-than-stellar purpose behind the star factory.
“What’s the point in creating an infinite universe…. if you’re only going to let it run a few thousand years?”
Two really interesting things happen here. A star-burst reminiscent of a halo explodes and dissipates behind Angel Crowley’s head, and when his wings droop in disappointment, a small cloud of red can be seen appearing behind his left wing.
As Aziraphale attempts to explain the ineffable but all-important Earth and humans, he begins to gather an aura of gold, baby pink, and baby blue. Crowley’s red cloud of confusion also continues to intensify as he listens.
“But that’s idiocy!”
The reddish clouds of confusion and doubt really begin to pick up speed now as Angel Crowley vents his frustration and beats his wings hard in agitation (also, shout out to how ruffled his feathers become because it’s a whole mood in itself).
Here’s where things get dangerous.
“Someone has to say "Look Boss, this is a really terrible idea…”
The red cloud has become a roiling crimson storm filling half the frame beyond Crowley and casting dark red light on his face. Meanwhile Aziraphale’s background stubbornly hangs onto its cool colors, now opal and turquoise.
“I don’t suppose anyone could object to me putting a note in the suggestion box…”
The nebula’s red gas has now completely filled Crowley’s frames, surrounding him on all sides. The next interesting thing occurs behind Aziraphale.
“I don’t think it’s our place to start suggesting…!”
In contrast to Crowley’s red cloud of doubt, I’ve been calling this Aziraphale’s red ball of anxiety (hello my old friend). He is deeply perturbed by this line of conversation and as he is explaining that the Almighty doesn’t have, and likely wouldnt appreciate a suggestion box, this red light floats from behind his wing to behind his head (again, mood).
“If I was the one running it all…”
The saturation of Crowley’s red background has lessened a bit, but Aziraphale’s Red Ball of Anxiety reaches its peak intensity at this statement as Aziraphale nervously casts his gaze around to see if any other angels heard this borderline blasphemy.
“How much trouble could I get into just for asking a few questions?”
While Angel Crowley is still firmly framed by the red cloud, its disrupted by pale light cast by baby stars or proto-planets, as if it was being leavened by his irrepressible optimism.
For his part, we leave Aziraphale in a riot of both warm and cool colors: golds, greens, pinks, purples… This makes absolute sense to me, seing as it highlights the riot of emotions Aziraphale goes through, beginning with raw concern for Crowley’s safety but resolving to a frankly breathtaking amount of affection and admiration. Seriously, zoom in and become unwell with me.
Well, that’s all folks! Cheers to you if you stuck it out this far, hope literally any of my rambling and possible derangement was interesting to literally any one else 😅
