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acatwithstockings · 1 day

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I finished Nanny and she did not want to be rendered at all. Pfff

At any rate . Hier is the model.

It's not print ready if you would want to print it, so keep that in mind . Otherwise have fun with it and should you use it and upload the result somewhere, credit would be nice.

Next I gonna be working on a Aziraphale bust just so I can do the doll thing and just smooch their heads together like the weirdo that I am.

#good omens #crowley #good omens crowley #good omens fanart #3d model #ineffable husbands #nanny ashtoreth

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shoomlah · 6 months

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Everyone saw Crowley dressed up as Nanny Ashtoreth and wondered what she'd look like as a mid-century pinup, right, all of us, not just me 😬

#good omens #gomens #crowley #femme crowley #Nanny Ashtoreth #feeding the presumably VORACIOUS Nanny Ashtoreth fandom as one does #apologies for the tonal whiplash with my gomens fanart but the sketch for this was sitting in my Photoshop file for the kiss sequence #I could only ignore her for so long

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lookitsstevie · 2 months

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nanny and the walking-on-water gardener

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #brother francis #nanny ashtoreth

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bimtimtom · 2 months

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Some old GO drawings!

#good omens #goms #aziraphale #crowley #nanny ashtoreth #fem crowley #fem aziracrow #aziracrow #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands #art #drawing #digital art #my art #fanart #good omens art

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unicorngunter · 9 months

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Women are my favorite guy

#I can't believe they're literally the same character #Nanny ashtoreth majored in cuntology modern crowley is just an abandoned puppy under the rain #Good omens #Crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #nanny ashtoreth #Golgotha crowley

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gooseinsoup · 3 months

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save me nanny ashtoreth.... save me

saw this dress on instagram and then the worms in my brain took over :D

if anyone has a dress theyd like to suggest to see a femziraphale in... send it thru my askbox or dms cause im on the hunt too :3

#god this colouring is so sloppy but its bc i just had my first day back at school today im so tired i cbf #as soon as i got home i had one of those After School Naps #like the kind that you wake up feeling like you got hit by a bus #and now its 12:30 in the morning and im very much awake #anyways yeah art wont be coming as often unfortunately #good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #ineffable husbands #digital art #nanny ashtoreth

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guavi · 4 months

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it's Mary Poppins ya'll

#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #nanny ashtoreth #warlock dowling #i have never actually seen mary poppins but Reboot heckin loves mary poppins so maybe this is something we need to amend #guavi draws

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sapphic-bats · 2 months

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Warlock asks Nanny about it once.

She’s cutting apples for him, just the way he likes, and he’s gazing out of the window at the lush, green gardens that his mother so proudly upholds. Among the waxy leaves and spindly saplings, Brother Francis tends to the flora carefully, though Warlock’s quite sure he’s just taking certain leaves between his finger and his thumb, and studying them closely. But what did Warlock know about gardening?

He notices Nanny looking out those windows, too. Though she always gazes and stares with a deep intent, as if she only cares when she does, and it so happens that she never looks upon the garden empty.

What was that funny thing Nanny and Brother Francis had taught him? The thing that Nanny discouraged, to which Brother Francis promoted quite devoutly?

“Nanny, have you ever been married?”

Warlock knows what marriage is. After all, his parents are married, if you can call it that. They married, once, out of love. But it’s since faded. It’s more traditional, now. Out of convenience and a general apathy to trying again.

Nanny’s quick hand stills, blade edge flat against the cutting board. With her back turned to the young boy, he cannot make out her expression. He never can, what with her poised shades she wears pointedly upon her nose. But she speaks soon again.

“No,” she replies, simply.

Warlock considers this. “Do you ever want to be?”

Nanny, who had taken up the cutting again, pauses once more. She sets the knife against the board and tilts her chin towards Warlock. “Wherever have you learned such personal questions, dear?”

She’s not refusing to answer him. She never has. She just asks in true curiosity, and perhaps a slight avoidance. But Warlock’s eight, now, and he knows how to navigate her tricks.

“Where do you think?”

At that, she pauses, lips pursed with their consistent purple tint. The lipstick she wears, that faintly stains Warlock’s forehead when she kisses him goodnight and tucks him in after a bedtime story: often about a garden, or a bird that chirped too loudly, and was cast down to the ground by the other birds. One who became the kind bird of the grounds, and took in other reject birds that had fallen similarly.

She considers his answer a moment more, satisfied with the obvious influence she’s had on him. She turns back to the apple slices.

“Perhaps,” she answers.

There is quiet for a moment. He doesn’t mind, he’s grown up with Nanny at his side, and has become quite fond of the silence. It is where thoughts are made, she said once.

She finishes cutting the apples, and plates the sweet snack to serve to the boy. “What troubles you, dear? You seem awfully curious, all of the sudden.”

Not that she minds. Nanny never rejects curiosity.

“Nothing’s wrong, Nanny, it’s just—” he pauses, considers his next words and how to place them. “You look at Brother Francis a lot, and—”

Nanny interrupts him after an audible, suspicious gulp. “Who?”

He frowns, eyes boring into the back of her head. “You know Brother Francis.”

She seems quite comically nervous, like she’s pressed a wax-seal act over her true thoughts. “Oh, yes,” she decides, too much breath coming with her words. “The gardener.”

“You like him, Nanny.”

She turns, abruptly. “I most certainly do not!” Her voice comes out a tad shrill, though perhaps it’s just outrage and scandal.

Warlock narrows his eyes, perplexed. “But you look at him all of the time.”

“When has that ever had anything to do with- with love?” She struggles with the word.

The boy shrugs. “Mum and Dad don’t look at each other,” Warlock observes. “But Brother Francis looks for you, too.”

Nanny’s mouth, ready with a retort, or perhaps a counter-argument, flicks towards a different shape. One that might be, he does? Or perhaps Warlock is mistaken. She pauses, lips pursed again, and sets her teeth.

“I’m sure he does, love.”

The plate is set before him, and Warlock soon forgets his questions. He never asks Nanny again.

But he’s reminded of it when her eyes, barely visible in the light, flick towards the window into the dazzling garden.

Years later, Warlock is nearly sixteen, and has since let the thoughts from half his lifetime ago fade. They never die, just sort of… wait. Wait to be plucked again, notes of memory leaping from their tinny strings. Like a harp.

His mother takes him into town. Soho, where he has no interest in seeing, but his mother so desperately needs a new vinyl, a coffee, and though she never says it: a moment to get away from the house, or more specifically, her husband within it.

She agrees to let him wander. She trusts him, for all she hasn’t before. And perhaps, she says, the fresh, un-televised air could do him some good.

He’s only taken two steps out of the coffee shop, where his mother remains to await her tea, before he almost runs smack into two pedestrians, arm in arm. He takes a surprised jump back, tongue set with an angry scolding, when he gets a good look at them from behind.

“Nanny?”

They both freeze in unison, as if they both know the name, and the voice that has conjured it forth once more for the first time in five years. Warlock notices something else.

“Brother Francis?” He prods, shocked. “Izzat you?”

Both of the two now turn, and everything around the three fades into blurring colors and churning noises.

Warlock would be a rotten liar if he had said he hadn’t missed them dearly. He would also be a lousy boy if he didn’t recognize them by the backs of their heads alone, he thinks. Because he would know them anywhere. They’d always done a much better job at raising him than his own parents.

They both look different now. Brother Francis seems to have had dental work done, and has cleaned up quite nicely. Nanny, though, appears to have changed her style completely. Her- his? Their? Who knows. But she still sports a fine pair of shades upon the bridge of her nose.

The pair seem to stutter, splutter with a little awestruck surprise. It’s as if they’d never expected to see him again.

“Oh- Warlock,” Nanny Ashtoreth begins, feigning a cool-headed surprise. “How good to see you.”

She sounds different too. Less of a high strain on her voice, more natural.

But Warlock seems to finally feel a gear shift, and a puzzle piece clicks into place. He glances down to the space between the two, where their arms are linked.

In his dumbfounded state, he feels a smile split the trance.

They both see it at the same time, chins tilting to follow his gaze. When they catch where his eyes are, their stares mingle together in concern. It’s a look that wonders aloud whether or not they should be worried, or blatant.

Warlock looks back up to their faces. “I see now why you two left,” he adds, grinning wider.

He can’t help it. He was right all along.

Warlock remembers something, then. It takes all of his power not to burst out into a triumphant laugh.

“I’m sure he does,” he says, slyly.

Nanny’s eyes, illuminated from behind with daylight, widen. She remembers, too. Of course she does.

And she bites back a twinning smile.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable idiots #warlock good omens #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #good omens fic #good omens ficlet #fic #ficlet #author #ao3 #good omens fan fiction

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rozesmiana · 6 months

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I had a vision✨

#good omens #crowley #crowley fanart #good omens fanart #nanny ashtoreth #she has my heart

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iiilllsam · 8 months

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MOTHERR

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hyperfixating-rn-brb · 3 months

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I think I'll be forever obsessed with nanny ashtoreth and brother francis. gardening is crowleys thing, so I want to see how that conversation went down. did crowley volunteer to be the nanny? did aziraphale just ask to be a gardener to troll crowley?

brother francis/aziraphale would end up talking to the plants so kindly but ultimately knowingnnothing about gardening besides the fact that plants should grow. then it got better when I pictured nanny at 2 am, smeared with dirt, doing some remedial gardening.

"Angel, I can't keep telling you this, NICE WORDS ARE NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR OPTIMAL NITROGEN LEVELS IN THE SOIL!"

"oh, but Crowley, that poor orchid was positively shaking by the time you were finished berating it!"

"she knows what she did."

#good omens #aziracrow #crowley #brother francis #nanny ashtoreth

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skraldehund · 8 months

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just some nonbinary bitches being lesbians 🙏

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #fanart #art #fem crowley #fem aziraphale #nanny ashtoreth #old woman yuri #good omens 2 #david tennant #michael sheen #slay #gay

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sighed-the-snake · 5 months

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I just learned that a female goat is called a nanny and I am sitting here with my head in my hands because I now understand why Crowley wanted to be Nanny Ashtoreth.

#good omens #crowley #Crowley's special interest is goats #and all things goat-related #like kids #nanny ashtoreth

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hannahnhorror · 6 months

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