Neil Gaiman's favorite trope

Most shows with overpowered supernatural characters always try to come up with elaborate excuses to explain why the characters can’t just magic themselves out of every situation. Good Omens doesn’t really do that, but you don’t really question it because you completely buy that these morons are so unequivocally incompetent that they straight up forget that they have the powers of fucking demigods. They’re like high-level d&d characters who only use the same three moves and have completely forgotten about the 73 magic items sitting in their inventory. 

Crowley: I was totally planning on teleporting to this galaxy 4.3 light-years away but then you died and I was sad :(

Aziraphale: Oh I’m sorry. But listen, I need you to go to this village about an hour outside of London

Crowley: You Want me to GO WHere?? How the– how the FUuuck am I supposed to- I can’t Drive, it’s Rush Hour! You want me to WaLK?? In the Rain??! Please, be Realistic.

I cannot express the effect this post had on me. I read it aloud to my roommate and she burst into helpless laughter because it had never occurred to her that Crowley could do anything to get to Tadfield but drive the Bentley. It absolutely never had occurred to me, either. We both have been reading, rereading, and loving this book for about a decade now.

how dare you hide this in the tags omg

[ID: #bold of you to assume he wasn’t going to drive to alpha centauri /end ID]

my things for shinobi at the good omens holiday exchange last year yooo

i noticed she was fond of rose so i tried to include her!! but then i forgot she probably never encountered the weeping angels lol… my excuse is that it’s doctor who so like… what! continuity??! hahahaha (cries)

*sees this post* Oh haha I get it, Good Omens and DW crossover bc of David Tennant- *looks at the timestamp and realizes this post is SIX goddamn years old*  …A- Agnes, is that you?

Wait its HOW OLD???

A muppet version of good omens were everyone is a muppet except for all the angels and demons.

All angels and demons are play by humans but whenever they are on earth they carry around a little muppet version of themselves Avenue Q style, because those are their corporations.

So Aziraphale and Crowley are still Michael Sheen and David Tennant but they puppet around muppet versions of themselves.

Whenever they are speaking to each other or to other demons and angels they are just talking with their actual faces and normal voices but when talking to a human/muppet they put on exaggerated little voices and the muppet/humans will exclusively address their muppet corporation, not acknowledging the full grown human men puppeting them.

— Warlock, probably

@meowl00 @personification-of-anxiety @gayvetforlife

Warlock becomes a stand up comedian when he grows up. He becomes the John Mulaney of his time. This is his equivalent of “one black coffee”.

I can totally envision Warlock’s version of the duck story!

One day when I was ten, the gardener comes into the house soaking wet and says, in that voice one usually reserves for toddlers or small animals, “Ah! One feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet! And when one feels like a duck, one is happy!” And then Nanny yelled, “Ooh, ducklings!” To which the gardener replied, “Too old to be a duckling. Quack, quack.” And then walked into the kitchen. I think about that every goddamn day.

I can’t believe I never saw this until now. Headcanon accepted. This is beyond hilarious. Also….

I can’t believe this one was hidden in the replies.

“I love my family, or at the very least people would assume so. People would think that growing up as a politician’s son would be easy, and they are right. I got everything that I ever asked for, spending money the only way Rick People could spend money.

“Dad! I want a Pony” Boom, Pony is at my feet

“Dad! I wanted it black” Boom. Done. Pony now looks like it crawled out of the Black Lagoon.

“Dad! The Pony glared at me!” I get a bottle of glue the next day. I was living the Rickie Rich lifestyle. I can have anything I want.

But the best part of growing up rich, the absolute best part, was that we were able to afford our own nanny.

I love her so much but am goddamn terrified of her to this day. I am a 28 year old man and I live in my own bodyweight of fear towards her.

When I was 1 to when I was 11, we had a nanny in our house. Her name is Nanny. If you call her anything else you will die. Somedays I think that my parents made a Rumpelstiltskin Deal with her before I was born, where instead of taking baby me she just moved in to our house to raid our fridge and judge the world from lofty windows. This is just the first part of the mystery of my nanny.  

She dresses like she is preparing to go to a funeral. And the difference between preparing to go and actually going is that they hadn’t found the body yet. You know when friends say that they would kill someone for you? Nanny would gut a cat if I wanted to play the violin that’s how hardcore she was. She wore red sunglasses because her glare alone could turn anyone to stone. If you squint hard enough you can actually see lasers coming out of her eyes.

Now you need to remember, I lived with this woman for Ten Years. Since I was a baby. This shit was normalized to me. While my parents were in West Wing I was living in the Addams Family. Nanny loved me and raised me and so what if she told me that I was going to lead Satan’s Army someday. That’s just Nanny. But throughout all of this, I never truly understand how terrifying she could be until I was 8 years old.

Picture this: a little 8 year old me, plump and trimmed with baby fat, standing next to Mary Poppin’s evil twin. One day we were going out for brunch so I can, and I’m quoting here “practice giving out orders when the army of hell arrives”

I’m still waiting for them, just to let you know.

So we get inside Nanny’s car, an old Black 1933 Bently which plays nothing but Queen music on cassettes.

I know this sounds fake, but she is a real person and not some Baba Yaga who decided not to eat me.

As we were about to leave, Brother Francis ran out to us. Francis was out gardener. He worked for us for as long as Nanny has, wears suspenders and a sun hat, and I’m pretty sure he ran away from a monastery. He walks up to Nanny and asks for a ride to the local gardening store for supplies. So he gets in the front seat, I’m in the back, and all three of us get on our way.

At 1000 miles per hour in a 55 zone.

Now I’m 8 years old. And no matter how cool your Nanny is, you just don’t pay attention to boring adult stuff like meetings, or finances, or traffic safety laws. So I’m lost in my own thoughts on how to direct my hell army to build myself a waterpark.

I don’t know how long I zoned out because when I snapped back in Nanny and Francis were arguing. Not in the pleasant passive aggressive way that makes you rethink your life choices, but full on yelling. So we are speeding down the road like death is chasing us. Bohemian Rhapsody is playing on blast. Nanny and Francis screaming at each other. Sulfur filled the air, radiant light pulsed menacing around us. Exactly how I imagined what parents fighting would be like. Things came to a head right as Freddy was about to hit his last “For Me!” because that was when this meek looking gardener snapped. Francis turns to Nanny and screams “YOU’RE DRIVING TOO FAST!” yanks the cassette out and pitches it out the window.

And then time stood still.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster where at the top of the first hill staring down you regret every decision you’ve ever made that led you to this point? That was where we were all at.

Because there were three rules to Nanny’s Bently. Nanny always drives. Nanny always drives fast. And Nanny always drives fast with Freddy Mercury blaring down like her own personal angel.

This is all new uncharted territory for me. I’ve never seen anyone even dare disrespect her angel and plan to live to tell the tale. I was just watching in fascinated horror as this moment just searing into my mind.

Nanny’s looking directly at Francis, you can feel her eye’s heat laser’s charging up. I was trying to think of reasons to tell my parents why we don’t have a gardener anymore. Because even at 8 years old I know a death marker when I’ve seen one and by the end of the trip I was expecting Francis to be nothing but a smoldering piled of ash and a $15 hat.

She looks at him, and takes one hand off the wheel. Still barreling down the road like a madman mind you. But it alright because time’s frozen so we don’t hit anything. And with one hand, she reaches in front of him to the glove compartment, gently pulls out another cassette tape, and places it in the deck.

[pauses]

[sings] “FOR ME!!!!!”

We pull into the parking lot by the time Bohemian Rhapsody ends and I have never looked at Nanny the same way ever again. Because anyone who can play the exact same song on two different cassettes without missing a beat is their own god and needs to be feared.”

-Warlock in his comedy special

OH MY GOD I’M CACKLING

That’s it. The “Warlock grows up to be John Mulaney” AU is the only AU I’m here for.

“A lot of people ask me if my parents ever gave me a sex talk, and I say no, and then they ask why and I reply that my parents never cared about me beyond my capacity to continue the family legacy and you know what we don’t have time to unload all of that right here, so I just say no to keep things simple.

But I DID have a Nanny, and SHE once gave me a sex talk.

…

I think.

So I’m about nine years old, playing violent misogynistic video games that any reasonable adult would forbid me from even thinking about — you know, how kids do — and so- so I’m playing this video game, I think it was grand theft auto, yeah, grand theft auto, and I’m playing grand theft auto, and I get to one of those terrible “sex” scenes — you know those kinds of sex scenes in video games? The ones that look more like the hulk just got all smash mode inside of a 2007 Honda Civic than an actual consenting relationship? Yeah, so it was one of those.

And so I get to that scene, and I’m nine, so naturally, I ask my Nanny what’s going on inside the car. And she says — and I’ll never forget, this is how she thought to phrase it to a nine year old — she says the following.

“You know, Leonard Bernstein was one of the great classical composers of the nineteenth century. And given that one time I met the bastard and he was flirting with- well, never mind, but given all that, sometimes, he was gay. And according to some theories I heard in the sixties, when he was holding back the gay part, he apparently did some of his best work. But he was a sanctimonious little twat, so I don’t go see any of his shows.”

Now, we don’t have time to unpack ALL of that. And I’m not sure whether she was encouraging me to be gay or discouraging me to go see a classical composer, but either way, that’s how she thought to put it.

And like how would that even work, right? Like I’m in college, just went down on some rockin’ twink and he invites me to see Candide and I’m about to accept and then I stop and think

“Wait. What would Nanny Ashtoreth do?”

and then what, refuse him?

Well, I dunno, but I’ve had to think about that conversation a lot, because turns out, surprise surprise, gays really like musical theatre.

Anyways, anyways, back to nine year old me.

So not only did that answer confuse me for the rest of my goddamn life, but it also didn’t answer my question. So, naturally, the next thing little, baby, nine year old me did was go online to try and figure it out, and i think you all can guess about how well that went.

So that was my sex talk.

— Warlock, probably

@meowl00 @personification-of-anxiety @gayvetforlife

Warlock becomes a stand up comedian when he grows up. He becomes the John Mulaney of his time. This is his equivalent of “one black coffee”.

I can totally envision Warlock’s version of the duck story!

One day when I was ten, the gardener comes into the house soaking wet and says, in that voice one usually reserves for toddlers or small animals, “Ah! One feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet! And when one feels like a duck, one is happy!” And then Nanny yelled, “Ooh, ducklings!” To which the gardener replied, “Too old to be a duckling. Quack, quack.” And then walked into the kitchen. I think about that every goddamn day.

I can’t believe I never saw this until now. Headcanon accepted. This is beyond hilarious. Also….

I can’t believe this one was hidden in the replies.

“I love my family, or at the very least people would assume so. People would think that growing up as a politician’s son would be easy, and they are right. I got everything that I ever asked for, spending money the only way Rick People could spend money.

“Dad! I want a Pony” Boom, Pony is at my feet

“Dad! I wanted it black” Boom. Done. Pony now looks like it crawled out of the Black Lagoon.

“Dad! The Pony glared at me!” I get a bottle of glue the next day. I was living the Rickie Rich lifestyle. I can have anything I want.

But the best part of growing up rich, the absolute best part, was that we were able to afford our own nanny.

I love her so much but am goddamn terrified of her to this day. I am a 28 year old man and I live in my own bodyweight of fear towards her.

When I was 1 to when I was 11, we had a nanny in our house. Her name is Nanny. If you call her anything else you will die. Somedays I think that my parents made a Rumpelstiltskin Deal with her before I was born, where instead of taking baby me she just moved in to our house to raid our fridge and judge the world from lofty windows. This is just the first part of the mystery of my nanny.  

She dresses like she is preparing to go to a funeral. And the difference between preparing to go and actually going is that they hadn’t found the body yet. You know when friends say that they would kill someone for you? Nanny would gut a cat if I wanted to play the violin that’s how hardcore she was. She wore red sunglasses because her glare alone could turn anyone to stone. If you squint hard enough you can actually see lasers coming out of her eyes.

Now you need to remember, I lived with this woman for Ten Years. Since I was a baby. This shit was normalized to me. While my parents were in West Wing I was living in the Addams Family. Nanny loved me and raised me and so what if she told me that I was going to lead Satan’s Army someday. That’s just Nanny. But throughout all of this, I never truly understand how terrifying she could be until I was 8 years old.

Picture this: a little 8 year old me, plump and trimmed with baby fat, standing next to Mary Poppin’s evil twin. One day we were going out for brunch so I can, and I’m quoting here “practice giving out orders when the army of hell arrives”

I’m still waiting for them, just to let you know.

So we get inside Nanny’s car, an old Black 1933 Bently which plays nothing but Queen music on cassettes.

I know this sounds fake, but she is a real person and not some Baba Yaga who decided not to eat me.

As we were about to leave, Brother Francis ran out to us. Francis was out gardener. He worked for us for as long as Nanny has, wears suspenders and a sun hat, and I’m pretty sure he ran away from a monastery. He walks up to Nanny and asks for a ride to the local gardening store for supplies. So he gets in the front seat, I’m in the back, and all three of us get on our way.

At 1000 miles per hour in a 55 zone.

Now I’m 8 years old. And no matter how cool your Nanny is, you just don’t pay attention to boring adult stuff like meetings, or finances, or traffic safety laws. So I’m lost in my own thoughts on how to direct my hell army to build myself a waterpark.

I don’t know how long I zoned out because when I snapped back in Nanny and Francis were arguing. Not in the pleasant passive aggressive way that makes you rethink your life choices, but full on yelling. So we are speeding down the road like death is chasing us. Bohemian Rhapsody is playing on blast. Nanny and Francis screaming at each other. Sulfur filled the air, radiant light pulsed menacing around us. Exactly how I imagined what parents fighting would be like. Things came to a head right as Freddy was about to hit his last “For Me!” because that was when this meek looking gardener snapped. Francis turns to Nanny and screams “YOU’RE DRIVING TOO FAST!” yanks the cassette out and pitches it out the window.

And then time stood still.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster where at the top of the first hill staring down you regret every decision you’ve ever made that led you to this point? That was where we were all at.

Because there were three rules to Nanny’s Bently. Nanny always drives. Nanny always drives fast. And Nanny always drives fast with Freddy Mercury blaring down like her own personal angel.

This is all new uncharted territory for me. I’ve never seen anyone even dare disrespect her angel and plan to live to tell the tale. I was just watching in fascinated horror as this moment just searing into my mind.

Nanny’s looking directly at Francis, you can feel her eye’s heat laser’s charging up. I was trying to think of reasons to tell my parents why we don’t have a gardener anymore. Because even at 8 years old I know a death marker when I’ve seen one and by the end of the trip I was expecting Francis to be nothing but a smoldering piled of ash and a $15 hat.

She looks at him, and takes one hand off the wheel. Still barreling down the road like a madman mind you. But it alright because time’s frozen so we don’t hit anything. And with one hand, she reaches in front of him to the glove compartment, gently pulls out another cassette tape, and places it in the deck.

[pauses]

[sings] “FOR ME!!!!!”

We pull into the parking lot by the time Bohemian Rhapsody ends and I have never looked at Nanny the same way ever again. Because anyone who can play the exact same song on two different cassettes without missing a beat is their own god and needs to be feared.”

-Warlock in his comedy special

OH MY GOD I’M CACKLING

That’s it. The “Warlock grows up to be John Mulaney” AU is the only AU I’m here for.

Aziraphale having a little internet cooking show

Crowley sets it all up. He thinks it's cute. He starts growing berries and herbs in his garden.

Aziraphale starts out with like three viewers per video. He's so proud. Crowley is, too.

Then he just kinda blows up. Crowley is a bit more internet savvy. He finds out Aziraphale is referred to as a cute, happy grandpa teaching people to cook. People like how positive he is about cooking and food in general. Young people who seem to be on their own for the first time are genuinely grateful for his tutorials and advice.

Aziraphale starts answering questions--can fresh be substituted for frozen, can lemon juice replace lemon, how long has he been cooking--and Crowley has a good idea to have do a little livestream while baking one day. People ask questions in the comments as he talks to them as if they're really there. He misses most of them as he's so distracted. Crowley watches from the side, avoiding being in frame.

Then someone asks how he grows his own ingredients. He beams and drops everything.

"My dear husband is a wonderful gardener!"

Crowley blushes. The comments go wild. Aziraphale grabs him by the arm and pulls him in front of the camera.

"This is my husband... Anthony."

Crowley ducks his head, face burning. He tries leaving. Aziraphale has a hard hold while he gushes for five minutes about how amazing Crowley is, how wonderful he is for growing fresh ingredients for his little hobby, and "no matter what he says he is a very nice man." Crowley hisses quietly.

Aziraphale lets him go. Crowley shuffles back to his place at the table.

"Where were we--ah!"

By the end of the night Aziraphale is happily finishing his dish and chatting away, occasionally turning to Crowley to make a small comment or acknowledge him when the questions about their relationship come flooding in. He's radiating love by that point and, still streaming, spins towards Crowley.

"What do you say to a few more godchildren, dear?"

The comments crash.

OKAY I HAD A SIMILAR HC BUT

Aziraphale does a history-themed cooking show where he shows the “proper” way to cook ancient dishes because none of those food historians understand, you know?

And he gets a giant following because his whole gimmick is that he and his husband (who spends the video drinking) pretend like they were around during that part of history and start shit-talking famous people who were totally assholes

There’s a subreddit for the fans who are trying to piece together the channel’s secondary plotline about the husbands are actually an angel and a demon hiding out on earth. There’s fierce debates about which is which.

I want to read 100k words of both of these

i honestly think one of the reasons that i’ve fallen in love with good omens is because it’s so positive, and so different from the shitty directions that so many of my favorite stories have taken recently.

the mcu burned me (endgame); game of thrones burned me (season 8); star wars burned me (TLJ)…all of these fandoms have just been making me feel like shit instead of giving me joy, and then good omens came along. and it gave me a self-contained, well-written and character-driven story, with a fun plot, a happy ending, and a beautiful love story between the two main (and queer) characters.

and not only is the show amazing, but the fans are so supportive and happy as well! the good omens fandom is just out here here appreciating crowley and aziraphale’s relationship in whatever form it takes. you see them as ace? great! you see them as aro? great! you see them as sexual and romantic beings! great! the only prerequisite is that they love each other!

there’s also a remarkable lack of gatekeeping amongst good omens fans! i haven’t read the book (yet), but i’ve felt so welcomed by book & show fans - i don’t think i’ve seen a single gatekeeping, “you’re not a real fan if you haven’t read the book!” post.

meanwhile, the marvel fandom is torn about endgame, to the point where people who loved it are sending abusive and hateful messages to people who are critical of it, and TLJ is still one of the most divisive star wars movies ever. most people agree that season 8 of GOT sucked, but the relationship of the creators (D&D) to the fans has crumbled, and a lot of fans (including me) still feel like the creators spit in our faces with that finale.

tl;dr - good omens is a pure, well-written, and joyous show, and the fandom is one of the most positive that i’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of, and it’s made me a lot happier than most other pieces of “geek media” nowadays. so, thank you to neil, terry, michael, david, and the entire good omens cast & crew, as well as all of the fans! you guys are awesome!

Random 3am Good Omens thought

So it's canon that Crowley can literally impose his imagination/belief on his surroundings (see: his car, his sound system, etc). If he can believe it he can make it happen.

It's also canon that Crowley legitimately believed Warlock to have been the Antichrist for eleven years.

I'm just saying, there's potential there. Warlock might not *be* the antichrist, but Crowley *believing* him to be the antichrist might have had side effects.

Like suddenly gaining powers. An army of minions. A hellhound of his own. That kind of things.

Thoughts? @deadcatwithaflamethrower , @thebibliosphere ?

I think it’s very fortunate that Warlock’s belief in himself as a very normal *cough* boy can counteract certain influences. I mean, Adam pretty much made the same decision...

(Warlock at age 11, given the option to destroy the world, would have done it thinking it was a lark before Consequences settled in. Crowley and Aziraphale both sort of skipped the idea of Consequences because Consequences aren’t really a concern they have.)

This is pretty much the way Family by Association works! But fortunately Warlock's powers don't really materialise until after Armageddon when he's truly unhappy for the first time.

Good omens crossover

Aaand this crossover is taking over my brain.

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k so like, gender fluid crowley but aziraphale always like magically knows what gender crowleys up to lately and theres someone who like, visits the bookstore and aziraphale off hand is like ‘oh my wife cant stand that book’ and the persons thinking, there is no way this man is not a homosexual and they visit like 4 years later and aziraphales like ‘sorry need to close up shop early i have dinner with my husband’ and theyre thinking oh good he figured it out and then like 1 year later az mentions his wife and basically everyone thinks aziraphale has had like 86 marriages and divorces in the past year

I ended up writing a short thing for this!

The Official Mr Fell Quarantine Thread

Words: 1.5K

Rating: T

Summary:

It is with an exasperated sigh that I introduce you to an official thread for this guy. We’ve discussed it and we’ve decided that this is the only way we can stop you guys from derailing threads to complain about this guy. By mod decree, all Mr Fell complaining, griping, bitching, grousing, and miscellaneous butthurt now belongs in THIS THREAD AND THIS THREAD ONLY.

The forumgoers of The Codex, a forum for rare book hunters, come to some very interesting conclusions about the personal life of one Mr Fell of Soho.

[Read on AO3]

I woke up in the middle of the night laughing at this, made it to also make @mistysblueboxstuff laugh, and then she said I should share it. So here u go

I love Az and Crowley being the Local Gays and running a safe space for the LGBTQ+ community, so to contribute:

Az and Crowley go to London Pride every year. They bring sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies and brownies and cold drinks and sunscreen. They make sure those waiting in line are fed, hydrated, and protected from the sun. Crowley insists on handing out pocket-sized LGBTQ+ literature, either to pass the time in line or as a nice informational keepsake.

Aziraphale rolls up his sleeves but leaves on the waistcoat and trousers even if it’s boiling hot. Crowley loves to dress up, whether it’s a mesh body suit and pasties or a rainbow crop top and platform sneakers. It’s inspiring to the youth at Pride to see an older couple together, let alone one half of the couple embracing extravagant festival attire.

But then, after a few years, they start to branch out. They go to LA Pride, New York Pride, Sydney Pride, they start to become the well-known couple that gives miraculous advice and seems to have a shoulder to cry on or hug. Their favourite interactions come from people who cash in when either of them wears a “free hugs” or “mom/dad hugs” shirt; that’s when all different sorts of people come up to throw their arms around them and say thank you and kiss their cheeks and talk about how supportive everyone is.

Sometimes, they host their own little Pride at the shop. All the books seemingly are replaced with LGBTQ+ literature and guides, and they give out scholarships to every student in need, along with textbooks and a little self-care gift basket filled with face masques and tea. They host open talk sessions and reading hour and poetry jams and potlucks, letting the local community have a place to mingle while coffee and tea and biscuits are served.

Even though Aziraphale and Crowley become well-known in Soho for being the local safe space, they’re never once harassed, and neither are the people they care for. No one ever says an off word, vandalizes the shop, tries to belittle who comes and goes. It’s a miracle. Really.

And then when Pride month is over, they make sure everyone knows they’re still welcome any time, as long as they don’t try to buy the classics.

And they settle down once they’re alone, smiling at each other, knowing they’re changing lives and making the world a better place.

Broke: Adult Warlock looks back on his childhood being raised by a demonic Mary Poppins and her boyfriend/archnemesis the oddly religious gardener and is rightly a bit freaked out.

Woke: Being the son of a man who doesn't really have time for him and has expectations for a Male Child that he keeps pushing onto him, and a woman who is clearly willing to use him to get at her husband (listen to her voice when she says "hello Warlock" after rejecting the family name Thaddeus. Tell me that isn't the voice of revenge) was way weirder. Nanny Astoreth and Brother Francis were actually pretty good caretakers and, though he admits they had their eccentricities, Warlock looks back on them fondly.

Bespoke: Warlock was pretty isolated as a child, since a combination of being homeschooled and constantly living under threat of kidnapping meant he didn't get to interact with other kids much. When he went to university, as a kind of rebellion against his family he deliberately befriended a lot of people who weren't of his social class, and so wouldn't have had nannies and gardeners growing up.

As a result, Warlock Dowling has spent his whole life assuming that all nannies and all gardeners are just Like That, and puts any weirdness down to him having had an unusually posh upbringing.

He quite happily sings Crowley's lullaby to his own kids. He tells them they're going to be princes and princesses of Hell in the same way that other parents tell their kids about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Teaches them to refer to animals as 'brother this' or 'sister that' and makes deliberately cryptic remarks about them 'coming into their true power'.

Warlock Dowling obliviously passing on the new family tradition, because he wants to raise his kids right.

You know what, that sounds eerily like Warlock Dowling is the progenitor of the Addams family.

.....

Oh my god

The voice of Mod here!

This seemed like the sort of project that the folks of this feed would appreciate.

crowley did miracles for aziraphale. and i like the idea that, in little towns all over europe, there are drawings and paintings done of the angel with black wings who appeared from the shadows and helped a blind father see, or helped a mother give birth and live, or upturned the apple cart to feed the hungry. i love this idea.

alternatively, i also love the idea that there are stories about a fair-haired trickster who caused traffic jams and tied up radio call lines and duped the wicked mayor and stole a horse just to let it roam free in the pastures. 

and ultimately, i love the idea of these little places learning of the black winged angel and the bright eyed demon and deciding “these two are mortal enemies, locked in an eternal struggle of good vs. evil.”

but it’s just the wrong way around.

this has been sitting as a sketch for like a month now but i NEED u all to know that crowley would become a pirate but purely for the aesthetic. he wouldn’t know how to do shit. aziraphale is a trained sword fighter and crowley is out here swashbuckling and looking like an ass. don’t @ me