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terapsina · 5 months

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My Top 10 Favorite Examples of Character Notices a Kid, Asks "Is anyone gonna adopt that?" and Doesn't Wait For an Answer (whether or not the kid is in need of actual adoption is not relevant information).

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Spike and Dawn. Probably the first example that ever caught my heart. Will I ever forgive the writers for ruining the friendship between the vampire and his Nibblet? Survey says 'No'.

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Alec and Madzie. HE LIKED HER GILLS. SHE TRAPPED HIM IN AN ELEVATOR SO THAT SHE WOULDN'T BE FORCED TO KILL HIM. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?

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Anakin and Ahsoka. Or as I only and ever remember them: Snips and Skyguy. He gave her all the tools she needed to survive him and I'm going to cry about it forever.

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Trixie and Mazikeen. Also known as the Demon Zoo Keeper and the President of Mars. Totally the reason Maze got that first spark that let her grow her own soul. I pity the first person who breaks that kid's heart.

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Kenzi and Tamsin. Don't you just hate it when a character spends days raising the rapidly aging Valkyrie through her newest childhood and then has weird mom-feelings for the millennia old Dark Fae? I ask because I don't. I think it's THE BEST.

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Penny and Don. When a character admits to being a smuggler straight to the captain of a spaceship to save the life of the kid? Instant older brother acquisition acquired. Penny go get your parents, there's a new Robinson that needs to be adopted.

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Maleficent and Aurora. That unfortunate situation where one curses a toddler to fall asleep forever on their 16th birthday only to end up loving that child like a daughter and being unable to break her own curse because 'no power on Earth' can do it. Oh how the turntables turntable... 🥺. And how I just EAT THAT STUFF UP!

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Crowley and Warlock. It's kinda sad how much I love this one considering there's like 5 minutes of on-screen interaction. BUT I love the angst potential of Warlock having felt abandoned by his Nanny Ashtoreth and coming across Crowley and just... recognizing him on sight.

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Din and Grogu. Must I explain this one? Even putting aside absolutely every single adorable interaction... just the sheer comedy of going on a galactic 'get this kid some parents... oh wait... I'm parents?' road trip? Iconic.

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10.

Steve and... all the kids, every single one of the kids, I mean it, Steve and the whole set of the kids. Recipe for world's best babysitter - 2 tablespoons shitty advise, 1 cup protective instinct, 1 ¾ gallons nervous breakdown and a car trunk full of bats with nails.

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innefableidiot · 1 month

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Warlock from his room: Mum! I need help with something!

Deirdre: Yes Warlock what do you nee-

Warlock pushing past Deirdre: nope not you-NANNY ASHTORETH

Nanny Ashtoreth just straight up spawning: Yes my dear?

Deirdre: what...

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itsscottiesstark · 2 months

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Nanny Ashtoreth holding 3 year old Warlock in her arms:

Nanny: Look, Warlock. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.

Brother Francis: *eyes her suspiciously*

Nanny: A king's time as ruler, rises and falls like the sun.

Francis: *opens his mouth to interject*

Nanny: One day, Warlock, the sun will set on our time here and will rise with you as the new king.

Warlock: And this will all be mine?

Nanny: Everything.

Francis: Are you- is- was that from Lion King?

Nanny, covering Warlock's ears: Hey, it's a good movie!

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servantserah · 2 months

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When you remember that ggAU is about Warlock being the antichrist and not about these two idiots falling in love /j

No no, FrAsh are the main characters (of the AU and my brain HELP) 😔

To my defense, I've actually drawn a lot of Warlock stuff, I just never posted it because I feel like I have to post other stuff first to give more context,,,, and then I end up never doing said other stuff 🤡

This is the only Warlock-related drawing I have on my phone rn, I hope this will suffice. 😔 Face time doodle from last year. Warlock is family so ofc they stay in contact even after he went to the US.

#serahtalks #goodgardenerau #ggAU #good omens au #warlock dowling #nanny ashtoreth x brother francis #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #fellspawns #serahsocs

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sushigilsrt · 2 years

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u cutie lil' angel.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #art #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #good omens fanart #aziracrow #crowly x aziraphale #I think I messed up aziraphale???#azirafell #anthony j crowley #warlock #ineffable lovers

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casimirt · 8 months

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CAN WE PLZ HAVE MORE INEFFABLE HUSBANDSSSSS? Maybe like a silly little goofy one if you havent done that already?

Hahah for sure, I'm so happy people are enjoying these!

Dear Readers,

This one is called The Nanny.

The young master Warlock was an unusual child. Not because he was the son of Satan, or the son of an American diplomat, but because he was raised by his gardener and his nanny.

The pair in question went together as well as oil and water, and often confused the poor lad to the point of a tantrum. But, he was loved, and fed, and kept alive nonetheless.

Nanny Ashtoreth was a harsh woman, in both looks and attitude. Her tall, slender form often reminding Warlock of a spider. And Brother Francis the gardener, who he often caught staring at Nanny, said they should respect all living creatures. Even the arachnids.

Nanny was also a classy woman, and would often remind him of such. She wore long dark dresses, even darker shades and often had a hint of red somewhere on her outfit. She did however like to mingle with 'the lower class' as Warlock was told, and she spent a fair amount of time teasing and whispering with Brother Francis.

He was a stout man with somewhat of an unfortunate face. But as he would tell you, it's what's on the inside that counts. Nanny Ashtoreth said you could find out if that's true, by cutting someone open. Warlock had never liked that idea much, and neither had Brother Francis.

Warlock, like many young children, had a lot of questions about life and about love. He was often sat between Nanny and Brother Francis, who would give him sage advice on their two opposing views of the world. It typically started with a bit of light teasing and flirtation, and ended with Nanny hissing and Francis trying not to swear. If he was honest with himself, he had his suspicions that they secretly liked each other. So secretly that they'd rather chew a cyanide capsule or have their teeth pulled before they admitted it. But, deep down, deep, deep down they had some strong connection.

Most days the three of them would walk the gardens together, discussing the literal birds and bees; and in one awkward occasion, the metaphorical. Over the years Warlock was privy to the slow but budding romance between his two mentors. From the flowers Brother Francis would grow and then pick, to the cookies and cakes Nanny Ashtoreth would bake. Needless to say they were an odd couple, but a sweet one all the same.

As the young son of Satan, and son of an American diplomat grew, he became more aware of and more meddlesome in their relationship. Often acting as cupid or some other romantic messenger between them. From passing notes, to 'parent trapping' them when the situation allowed.

Once he even got them to sit through a full date before they realised just what it was. Warlock had said he'd meet them both under the willow tree and upon the picnic blanket for lunch. It was only after they had eaten half the food shared the bottle of wine, that they had realised this lunch was not intended for a 9 year old boy.

Nanny had given him a stern telling off and a slap on the wrist after that little stunt, and Brother Francis and stood there hands on hips as she did so. Hmm, perhaps allowing them to get close and gang up on him wasn't a good idea after all. It was a while before he tried to set them up again, and this time he planned to be more careful about it.

The opportunity presented itself when a painter came to give the pool house a fresh coat of paint, and allowed young Warlock to help. This meant Nanny Ashtoreth had to be outside to supervise, and it then meant Brother Francis wouldn't be far behind.

The painter was about a quarter way through the job before he started paying Warlocks' Nanny a fair bit of attention. She was sat on the garden wall, with a black lace parasol shielding her from the sun. Warlock was busy on the far side of the pool house, writing crude words in white paint. Brother Francis, who had spent the past half hour trimming the same hedge, was watching with a scowl upon his face.

Being a tall, dark and mysterious woman, Nanny often caught the eye of many gentlemen that visited the estate. So much so it rather bothered Brother Francis, and he always made sure to have an excuse as to why he was hanging around.

Warlock, now bored of his painted profanities decided to stir the proverbial pot. He glibly mentioned to the gardener that the painter had a crush on the nanny, and that it might well be reciprocated...

Bradley, as the tradesman was named, had complimented Nanny multiple times on her clothes. Including her darkened sunglasses covering most of her face. She was a severe looking woman, but that was just what Bradley liked. He had liked it even more when she had abruptly, and rather rudely, shut him down when he suggested she remove said glasses to show him her face. Something about the hissed tone to her voice told him he had better drop the subject. Bradley had continued painting and Nanny had continued watching. So did Brother Francis.

Brother Francis in his distracted and flustered state, accidentally trimmed more than he intended off the hedge in front of him. He composed himself, as to not make any more mistakes, and turned to young Warlock.

"Young master Warlock, of course the painter likes Miss Ashtoreth! She's a very-"

He paused and thought carefully about what to say next. After all, he couldn't have his young charge knowing how he really felt! The young charge in question didn't need words to know how Brother Francis really felt.

"-Captivating woman. And it's not up to me to tell her who she should or shouldn't talk to."

He then muttered something under his breath about wishing it wasn't the painter, of all people. Collecting up the flowers he had accidentally cut from the hedge in his frustration, he tied them in a red ribbon that seemed to come from thin air.

With a pat on the head and the promise of payment later, he handed them off to Warlock to deliver. The dark haired boy made a b-line for his Nanny Ashtoreth, who seemed bored by the painter's constant nattering. She didn't much care for uninteresting conversation. And, if she was going to accept praise and flattery from anyone, she'd rather it be from the gardener...

Warlock ran up to her and dropped the bundle of neatly tied flowers in her lap, earning a curt smile. She already knew who they were from, and she already knew why. Shooing the child away, she carefully drew a single flower from the bunch and tucked it behind her ear. Thankfully the shade from her parasol masked the colour of her crimson cheeks.

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comicallybadwriter · 1 year

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should write smthn about warlock and crowley since they are iconic tm

They absolutely are! Baha the nanny and toddler duo we never knew we needed.

It's a little bit longer than I anticipated but I hope you like it <3

Crowley was standing under one of the larger trees in the backyard of young Warlock's home. He was only resting for a moment, taking in the cooling shade that shooed the suns UV rays away. It would do nothing for his complexion as a nanny, and he certainly didn't want the hellspawn smacking him where there was a sunburn.

And there he was, the little antichrist; running around the yard playfully with a plastic sword in hand. A smile brightened along his face and mud splayed up against his trousers.

Oh, how Aziraphale would have a field day whining about his clothes later in the day.

"Nanny!" Warlock ran over to Crowley, and he hummed in response to the toddler, waiting for the question or statement that came from him. "Come play knights!"

"Oh no, darling. I'm not much of a knight."

"Then... you can be the princess!"

Crowley chuckled softly, agreeing to Warlock's game after a moment more of thinking it over. "Oh, but who will you be protecting me from?"

"Uhm-" Warlock looked around, not batting an eye at the other housemaids or butlers that were stationed all over the place, and instead took Crowley by the wrist and pulled him over to where Aziraphale was tending to a garden.

Crowley's glasses nearly fell off his face.

"Brother Francis will be the... the dragon! He's dangerous and- and he'll eat you! So I'll have to rescue you." Warlock seemed quite pleased with his game plan, even if it was the first time Aziraphale had heard of it.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley, who was collecting himself rather quickly, in hopes that no one had noticed him lose composure. "You heard the hellspawn, Francis. Time to dragon up."

Crowley winked back at Aziraphale, earning a flustered pink shade to cross his face, then disappear into the sun when he laughed and stepped towards the toddler and nanny.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to eat the knight first. If he's the one protecting such a beautiful princess." Aziraphale smiled playfully, and Warlock- who was supposed to be the brave knight- booked it back to Crowley, and hid behind his skirt with a loud squeal.

There was a chuckle from Aziraphale and a contempt sigh from Crowley before he picked Warlock up and draped him over his shoulders. "I say we both get him. Lock this dragon up for good."

Laughter echoed across the yard as both Crowley and Warlock chased down Aziraphale back and forth.

Oh, how much fun it would be if the world wasn't going to end.

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lilith665 · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Nanny Ashtoreth & Warlock Dowling & Brother Francis Characters: Nanny Ashtoreth (Good Omens), Brother Francis (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling Additional Tags: Nanny Crowley (Good Omens), Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens), Soft Crowley (Good Omens), POV Aziraphale (Good Omens), Child Warlock Dowling, Humor Summary:

Warlock Dowling wants to build a snowman, but it rarely snows in England. Fortunately his demonic nanny can change the weather.

#fanfic #fanfiction #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #nanny ashtoreth #francis #warlock #warlock dowling #humor

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lsd-astronaut · 2 months

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Hello!! I hope you don’t mind me asking but could you do a fluffy Crowley x Demon!reader x Aziraphale fic (or headcanons)??

Maybe something like what it’s like all being in a relationship together?

(Also if it’s not too much to ask can the reader use a cane to walk around? Maybe because of something relating to when they fell and became a demon? If not that’s okay!!!)

First of all, I love you and I could kiss you in the mouth right now. I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THAT CROWLEY WOULD HAVE CHRONIC PAIN BC OF THE FUCKING FALL. I refuse to believe for one moment that you can fall all the way from Heaven, land on the ground and be all “hey guys i’m fine!”

Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley

Please like and reblog<3

Warnings: chronic pain, but nothing else, this is just good old fluff

• You were an archangel along with Crowley, with the same obligations in making the cosmos✨ so you both met Aziraphale at the same time

• When Azi told you both that the project was destined to close in a few thousand years, you were the one that proposed to fill a complain to God (and crowley seconded you)

• Cue a war and a Fall later, Crowley and you are in Hell, but in different departments so you don’t see each other much

• In fact, you didn’t see Azi and Crowley for the first time since the Fall until the crucifixion of Jesus

• You stood beside them in silent reverence to this poor soul lost for all of humanity

• “What sort of mother would wish this fate upon her own kin?” Crowley and Azi turned to you with confused expressions (although Crowley gained a lot of respect for that comment hehe)

• After some idle conversation, and Crowley convincing Aziraphale not to just smite you right there and then, you three decide to traverse the world

• Centuries pass, and Crowley and you stay around humans (you love their way of living, and he likes children so everyone wins)

• You like to read everything you can get your hands on, to Crowley’s chagrin

• “Now I have two bookworms. What have I done to deserve this?”

• It’s circa the year 1000, in the new continent that these curious people called Vikings have discovered, when Crowley and you decide to experiment a human thing that you had wanted to try for a long time

• Your first kiss is messy, and there are more teeth than anything else; besides Crowley insists it feels slimey

• However, she can’t help but to accept he got a bit aroused by it

• Practice makes better, as they say, and so you do

• Although you spend the most time with Crowley, your relationship with Aziraphale also evolves throughout the years

• The “we have a mutual but I still don’t like you” to “maybe I do care about you” pipeline, if you want

• You take him to all kind of food places and bookstores, and he warms up to you a lot

• Introducing him to classical music was your proudest moment, and also the pettiest as Crowley had crossed you a bit beforehand

• The first time you kiss Aziraphale (or rather, he does), is one time you both were a bit tipsy during a masquerade ball in Paris in the 18th century

• He is a bit unexperienced but he gets the hang out of it really quick

• The three of you “confess” to each other in 1941, after the magic show fiasco

• Crowley looks nonchalant but you can see behind his eyes, he was worried sick he would be separated from both of you

• You make sure to give him extra cuddles that night

• Fast forward to 2008 and you work in Warlock’s house along with Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis, you being Warlock’s governess (like this is the fucking 1800s or smth lmao)

• It is at this time that the two of them notice you limping a bit every day after all chores have been done

• You insist that it is nothing and that you are perfectly capable of walking

• However, Ashtoreth happens to see you during one of your bad flares

• She immediately helps you to sit down on the bed, and looks at you expecting an explanation

• Her no-nonsense glare deters you from making up an excuse so you tell her the whole truth

• When you had fallen, you hadn’t landed correctly and had broken your legs on impact

• Miracles hadn’t done the full job and so you had been forced to endure the pain of the bones repairing themselves not quite right

• You had learned to mask the pain after centuries of practice but some days were just worse than others

• The next day, Ashtoreth gifts you a cane adorned with a snake head with little wings

• You proudly use it every day forward

• After the Second Coming, the three of you go to live in South Downs, finally able to be yourselves together

• There is still so much stuff to learn about everything, but you’re immortal and you are not alone, so why the hurry?

• As the sun sets on the horizon, you lean your head on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he reads one of Jane Austen’s books, and Crowley’s head is on your lap, already snoring softly

• You will be okay

I just wanted to say, I’m sorry if this is not what you asked for exactly as it is my first time writing for these two and I haven’t written either in two years so I feel I’m very rusty. I forgot ab the chronic pain until almost at the end, and I talk more about the history of you relationship than the actual relationship in itself lmao

Still, I hope you like it!

#good omens #good omens x reader #good omens fanfiction #good omens headcanons #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader x crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale

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melibemusca · 3 years

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I’ve invented a genre called “re-imagining my kids’ weirdest arguments as drunk debates between Aziraphale and Crowley” and idk if anyone else will like it but boy howdy do I amuse myself.

Made myself draw with ink instead of my habitual pencil so I couldn’t dither. Lots of mistakes, obviously, but I think I’m learning and it feels good!

#good omens fanart #good omens fancomic #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #nanny ashtoreth #warlock lunchbox cameo #one eternity later cameo #thanks to the partner who thought of it #drunk shenanigans #carrots vs cheese

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inkwell1013 · 3 years

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Meeting once more - Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley (but only a little), Crowley & Warlock (familial)

Genre: Fluff, Found Family, Oneshot.

Inspired by: This Post.

Word count: 912.

Warnings: Strained parental relationships, transphobia (referenced/background)

Summary: A sixteen year old Warlock stumbles upon Aziraphale’s bookshop and meets Crowley again after five years. But Crowley looks rather different from last time Warlock saw him. The boy connects all the dots, just poorly.

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Warlock was loitering about the high street, doing basically nothing. His father had brought him into the city for some ‘father son bonding time’ and had promptly dumped him as soon as there was a minor political emergency. He had promised that he would pick Warlock up by three o’clock but Warlock was not holding his breath. His father had a habit of breaking promises.

Warlock suddenly missed Miss Ashtoreth. She would never dump him like this. Then again, she did abandon him too. He still remembered the day clearly. It had happened exactly one week before his eleventh birthday.

She had woken him up for school and made him breakfast like normal, but something was clearly wrong. Right as she was about to take him to school, she pulled him close.

“I love you kid,” she had said. “And I don’t want to leave, but I have no choice. If you only remember one thing I’ve told you, remember this. Don’t let anyone tell you who you can and can’t be.”

Then she had rustled her hair and driven him to school. He never saw her again after that. When he asked his father about it, he had received no answer.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked down the bustling street. Why was he thinking of Nanny Ashtoreth again? It had been five years; he assumed he was over all that stuff.

At least people in London were nice, he thought. Most of them were smiling and nodding at him as he walked by. He was also pleased at how anonymous he was here. Back in his hometown, everyone knew him as the son of the ambassador. They were never mean – his father was too important and influential for that – but very few people let themselves get too friendly. School sucked because of it.

He didn’t really know where he was going – he was just wandering really – but when he found himself outside a small bookshop street corner he had the strangest feeling that there was something special about it.

So he went inside.

The place was remarkably clean. It looked like someone had gone through the whole place with a duster moments ago. However, there was no owner to be seen. The shelves were stuffed full of neat leather-bound volumes, that looked far to expensive for a sixteen-year-old’s bookshelf. Then again, it wasn’t like he didn’t have the money. One of the few perks of having a rich father he smirked. Whilst he was here, he decided to pick up a couple.

While he was browsing, he was startled by the sound of a man’s voice coming from upstairs. “Are you sure it’s not downstairs Angel?” they said. Was it the owner?

“Because I think I saw it in the back room,” said the voice. There was a muffled response before the voice spoke again. “I’ll go check.”

Warlock turned around so he could see the kind of person who would own such a shop. The man did not look how he expected.

He was younger for one. He had bright red hair that was cropped short at the sides and slightly longer on the top. There was something slightly punk about his fashion sense.

And then Warlock recognised him. “Nanny Ashtoreth ?” he stammered.

“Warlock…”

Both stood still, trapped in place by their own shock. The voice from upstairs called again – louder this time and slightly annoyed. “Crowley, have you found it or not?”

Warlock was a little startled, but tried to keep it from showing on his face. Crowley... It was new. He didn’t hate it, but it was new.

But why would Nanny Ashtoreth – Crowley – change their name?

Then it all clicked.

Crowley was trans.

It all made sense now! Even his strange speech the day he left. Don’t let anyone tell you who you can and can’t be.

Then Warlock realised something else. His father had fired Crowley over it. It didn’t come as a surprise to him really. His father was a bigot of almost every form. Thinking he would fire someone for being trans wasn’t a stretch of the imagination.

Warlock rushed up and threw his arms around Crowley’s shoulders. Crowley returned the gesture and squeezed Warlock so tightly it was like he believed the kid. would disappear if he let go.

“You’re all grown up now. I can’t believe it,” mumbled Crowley, stroking Warlock’s hair just how he did when the boy was younger.

Warlock felt as if he was going to cry. He hadn’t felt this loved in years. “I haven’t seen you in so long Nanny!” he said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too kid. I’m sorry I had to leave but it was out of my control.” Crowley’s voice cracked on the last word, like he was going to cry too.

“It’s okay. I understand why you left. But I’m so glad I came here today and got to see you again.” There was a comfortable silence between them. Warlock felt so safe wrapped up in Crowley’s arms.

A moment later, a white-haired man stomped down the stairs, wearing a dressing gown and fluffy pink slippers. Warlock had the strange feeling that he knew him. Wait a minute…

“Is that you Brother Francis?”

Brother Francis turned bright red, caught in the act.

Warlock quickly glanced between the two, then pointed an accusing finger at Crowley. “I knew you two were fucking!” he exclaimed.

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innefableidiot · 2 months

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I desperately want to see what shenanigans brother Francis and nanny ashtoreth got up to at that time. Like I would legitimately pay to see that as a spinoff or something.

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stargazer-dt · 4 years

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I have had these stickers that glow in the dark in my room for years and the one night I thought about this short comic, bearing in mind the headcanon of Crowley being the one who created the stars

#good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziraphale good omens #crowley #crowley good omens #crowley x aziraphale #good omens warlock #warlock good omens #warlock dowling #nanny ashtoreth

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servantserah · 4 years

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Finally something for my GoodGardenerAU again! A day in the life of the Antichrist‘s nanny when Warlock is maybe 2 or 3? Ash has a tough job (but she loves this boi) Also yes, Anathema and Newton are in this au, too! (Update from 2021: I've changed Anathema’s role at the estate. She’s the staff manager.)

I really enjoyed drawing in this chibi style but idiot me went overboard with the details again. I actually started shading it but had to stop myself.,,,,,,

Also happy holidays, everyone! No matter what you celebrate or if you don't celebrate anything at all; I hope you had a nice few days 💜 (It's past midnight here, so xmas is officially over but oh well)

#goodgardenerau #good omens comic #good omens au #good omens fanart #good omens #nanny x francis #nanny ashtoreth #nanny crowley #nanny x gardener #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale #gardener aziraphale #warlock dowling #anathema device #fanart #fancomic #serahsart

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warlockcrowleyfell · 4 years

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Nanny Ashtoreth/Crowley: *picks up a doodle of a bunny* Warlock, what is this?

Warlock: His name's Barry! He's one of my cartoon characters. Like the Looney Tunes.

Nanny Ashtoreth: You drew this off TV?

Warlock: No, I made him! I made these guys too! This is Perry, he's a penguin. And then these are Bailey and Riley. Their dad is a talking flower.

Nanny Ashtoreth: *points to two others on the page* And these?

Warlock: That's Sephar Sheep and Kye Cobra! They're like you and Brother Francis, but they're married.

Nanny Ashtoreth: Oh...

Warlock: Do you not like them? I made this picture for you but-

Nanny Ashtoreth: *takes it* I love it and don't you dare think I don't.

#warlock dowling #crowley #good omens warlock #anthony j crowley #ineffable godfathers #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens #nanny ashtoreth #nanny crowley

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winterskywrites · 5 years

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Warlock Dowling is not an idiot.

He may only be six years old, but he has eyes. (He heard his mother say that to his father in one of their arguments recently, and he rather likes the sound of the phrase.) He can see things. He’s not an idiot.

And that’s how he knows Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis are in love.

Nanny Ashtoreth’s face goes a funny color when he tells her that, and she makes a strange noise that sounds like “ngk” before she asks, voice a little wobbly, “What makes you think that, dear?”

“You look at each other like you’re in love,” Warlock explains. “You smile at Brother Francis, like this.” He tries to mimic the soft, loving smile that’s always on Nanny’s face when she’s looking at Brother Francis and thinks no one is looking at her. “And you talk to him like you’re in love too. You don’t call Brother Francis stupid, and you don’t tell me to crush him underneath my heels.”

“Well-”

“And Brother Francis looks at you like this, when you’re not looking,” Warlock adds, and he does his best to mimic the fond, tender look that’s always on Brother Francis’s face when he’s looking at Nanny and thinks no one is looking at him. “And he told me to have love for all living creatures, and I said ‘even Nanny?’ and he said ‘especially Nanny.’”

Nanny stares. (She may have her sunglasses on, but Warlock can tell she’s staring anyway.) Warlock looks up at her smugly. “And I’ve seen you going into his cottage at night,” he adds. “Cause you’re in love.”

After a long moment, Nanny kneels down in front of him. “You may not be entirely wrong,” she admits. “But let’s keep this our little secret, alright?”

“Alright,” Warlock agrees easily. Then he stops, frowns, and asks, “Can I have ice cream, if I keep it a secret?”

Nanny laughs and stands, taking Warlock’s hand. “Yes, little hellspawn, you can.”

Warlock skips along next to Nanny as they head to the kitchen. Nanny and Brother Francis are in love, he figured it out all by himself, and now he’s getting ice cream. Life, he decides, is good.

(And maybe, when Nanny and Brother Francis get married, Warlock will get to be in the wedding!)

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