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Who will be there for you? Comfort and care for you? Learn to be lonely Learn to be your one companion
independent canon-divergent warlock dowling penned by collie | promo by @rpschtuff
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@secondbetrayer
“Who’re you?” Petulant and moody, Warlock is feeling particularly frustrated today, and this strange girl and her strange cat seem to be the target of today’s outburst. “You’re not supposed to be here. My father is the American Ambassador, and you’re going to jail for trespassing!”
@hclliish said: It’s never the changes we want that change everything.
For the first time in a long time, Warlock felt so very, very small. “I don’t like it,” He said, in a small voice. “This isn’t- I didn’t mean to! How do I fix it? How do I turn this back?”
SOME QUOTES THAT I JUST REALLY LIKE — RP EDITION pt.1 — Collection of sentences from various movies. Slightly altered for RP purposes. Feel free to change pronouns, names, and etc!
My spite is sharp as broken glass.
Soulmates aren’t just lovers.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
I used to build dreams about you.
I bow to the daydreams I buried myself in.
If you’re always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be.
I found god in myself.
I loved her/him fiercely.
Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
People go, but how they left always stays.
To be alive at all is to have scars.
You may feel buried, but you are just being replanted.
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.
Who knew there was nothing to be afraid of in this world.
To be together, for a bit, is the great thing.
Do you want to return to the river of silence?
The best thing of all is to get lost. So completely lost, you don’t know where you’re coming from, or where you’re going.
When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.
Don’t forget to take care of yourself.
The most silence of silences has hold of me.
Whatever we build in the imagination will accomplish itself in the circumstances of our lives.
Like a rose-gold dawn I’d burst–and then?
It’s never the changes we want that change everything.
Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it, but every now and then, look around. Drink it in, ‘cause this is it; it might all be gone tomorrow.
Some people aren’t loyal to you. They are loyal to the need of you. Once their needs change, so does their loyalty.
But the world is not always beautiful.
Loving someone doesn’t make them deserve you.
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
I don’t want somebody having what we had.
A mathematician is a conjurer who gives away his secrets.
I’m sorry that you had to go through all the pain in your life and thank you for keep going, trying is already hard enough.
I am glad, to rest in silence, uncommunicative; to rest in the extreme obscurity of human relationships.
How far do I have to fall before I drown? Before the waves kiss my skin?
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again.
Everyone cares when it’s too late.
You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.
— Will you sing me a lullaby, nanny?
+ bonus:
Warlock: Am I in trouble?
Nanny Ashtoreth: Have a guess.
Warlock: No?
Nanny Ashtoreth: Have another guess.
Warlock: Do you consider me your boyfriend?
Adam: Yeah! What else would I consider you?
Warlock: I don't know. An embarrassment? A way to rebel against your parents? A desperate cry for help? The list is endless
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ineffableduality:
“I have been wondering that same thing”, Crowley said, using a slightly more female cadenza, given how she was currently posing as the Nanny of the young Antichrist. The Antichrist, whom the devil had been able to identify as not her son. She had thus concluded that Warlock must be an ordinary human. However that dash of lightning spoke of a different tale.
Crowley sauntered over towards the nearby trees. She bent down, dress rustling, and laid her hand upon the bork of one of the trees. It had been badly scortched on one patch, which ended in long thin strands like an eery star. It was here that Warlock’s lightning had struck. The wood still smoked and was warm.
Crowley rose again. “Master Warlock”, she said and wiggled her fingers, “Come here.” She showed the young boy the scrotched tree. “I do not know what those powers of yours are, Warlock, but I fear they might prove dangerous if not controlled properly.”
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He’d been restless all day. That in itself wasn’t unusual, because Warlock himself was a boy prone to fidgetting if his mind was not sufficiently engaged, but today it had been… different. Like ants crawling all over his skin, setting every hair on end, sort of like what happened when you rubbed a balloon on your hair. He’d fidgetted and squirmed, ever restless, desperate to be constantly in motion if only to relieve himself of this strange energy buildup that he didn’t have words to describe, until-
Until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Warlock was eager to please and eager to prove his worth, and obediently sashayed to Nanny’s side. Even at this young age he’d come to understand that his parents did not often enjoy his company, and that the only adults to treat him as more than an obligatorily-created statistic were Nanny and Brother Francis. He did not want to disappoint Nanny, for he craved her approval over all else (and given her prominent role in his upbringing, this shouldn’t come to anyone’s surprise).
“I did the thing from Star Wars!” The boy announced, his face flushed with delight, because right now nothing was more exciting than electrocuting a tree. “Nanny, did you see? Did you see, I just- I thought about it, and then it happened! I could be a Jedi! Or an X-Man!”
Warlock Dowling as that one bit from Queer Eye.
It was very irritating when the other children didn’t believe Warlock’s stories about Nanny’s huge pet snake. After all, he was giving them the sensible version, which was a hundred thousand times more believable than what he actually remembered.
The Ineffable Parent Trap
Warlock: I can't do this! I'm gay.
Nanny Ashtoreth: *sigh* You're not gay, I'm gay. You're five.
brother francis: Nanny, perhaps we should discuss why young Warlock got detention today?
nanny ashtoreth: What did you do this time?
warlock: The teacher pointed a ruler at me and said. "There's an idiot at the end of this ruler" and I asked, "Which end?"
nanny ashtoreth:
nanny ashtoreth, proud momma: well done child-
brother francis: NO
How Warlock got to tag along.
(based on @goodamens original post)