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how about a big ol' armband? does that count? 😂

Not exactly Good Omens related but I got myself a Crowley snake ring and I’m very fond of it, thought I’d share it over here :)

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⁽⁽ଘ Did you go to Alpha Centauri? ଓ⁾⁾

Nah, I changed my mind. Stuff happened. I lost my best friend. ↝

⁽⁽ଘ I’m so sorry to hear it. ଓ⁾⁾

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Send me ♫ and I will make a 5-10 SONG PLAYLIST for our muses!

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Reblog this if your muse is not straight.

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“ The  Making  Of ”  - Good Omens Comic

“Carry on, my wayward son; There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest; don’t you cry no more”

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God Herself creating our dear ol’ fallen angel Crowley~<3 uwu

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Tags: @creeping-crowley , @larygosomens , @angeleis , @mybookstorecarlovinghusbands , @michaelsheenfucks

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based on this: [x]

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« @beelzzzebub || continued »

     That was not the reaction that Crowley had expected when they had discovered the arrangement — the calm, nonchalant way that they had spoken, the way Beelzebub seemed completely uncaring... That just completely threw Crowley off. It made the serpent MORE concerned. 

            ❝ Right... Good. ❞ He retaliated, a soft frown tugging at the corner of his lips.

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lazy roleplayer symbol meme

Send in a symbol and I’ll:

@ : reply to one of your open starters

?? : write you a starter

+ : go through the memes you’ve reblogged and send one in

!!! : write a headcanon about our muses

% : write a drabble about our muses

$$$ : go through your wishlist tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

♬ : write a starter based on your blog music

… : write a headcanon based on one of the aus in your verse page

^^ : go through your muse’s aesthetic tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

# : write a headcanon based on one of your side muses / npcs

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anatomy starter- wings

❝so, like… washing them must be a chore❞ ❝di'ja always have them?❞ ❝woa! those are huge❞ ❝oh god please- ! stay b-back! i-i’m scared of f-feathers❞ ❝w-what the hell happened to your wings?!❞ ❝how do you get into your clothes, though?!❞ ❝do they have to be taken care of like hair, or…? you can just leave them?❞ ❝how come you’re not like… held captive in a lab or something?❞ ❝man! get your wings outta my face-! i’m trynna breathe here!❞ ❝do birds randomly start followin’ you?❞ ❝…did the cops suspect you of smuggling shit again?❞ ❝c'mere sweety, it’s okay. don’t listen to those morons❞ ❝you’re drenched! get undressed n’ sit over there- i’ll get the hair dryer!❞ ❝since you have bat wings, can you detect ultrasound too? and sleep upside down? or is it just the wings?❞ ❝h-how’d you get here so quick?❞ ❝look at me! you are not a freak! you’re just different- and you’re absolutely gorgeous!❞ ❝thank god you don’t have feathers! …dragon wings are so much cooler anyway❞

❝i-i’m a freak❞ ❝stop lying to me! i know you just pity me!❞ ❝great! it had to fucking rain now!❞ ❝s-stay away from me! i’ll die before i’m dragged back to the labs!❞ ❝i flew 8 hours straight… are you okay?❞ ❝hey-! don’t touch'em damn it- it tickles!❞ ❝try to touch my wings again and i’ll chop your hand off- you haven’t earned it❞ ❝your (___) died?! forget a plane ticket, i’ll fly you there right now, hunny!❞ ❝i can’t remember not having them❞ ❝ugh my back’s killing me. they get too heavy when they’re wet❞ ❝would you help me clean the scales on my wings? the sandstorm outside is way too strong today❞ ❝i prefer shirts with low-cut backs… or backless shirts❞ ❝i have wings- i’m not an invalid!❞ ❝t-they kept plucking-! i tried to stop them but-!❞ ❝ah! did my wings hit you?! sorry, i was kinda distracted❞ ❝they stabbed me! m-my wing’s punctured- how will i fix the hole?❞ ❝i flew into a tree…❞

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About Chronically Late Replies

I am absolutely guilty of this, and I don’t give a crap if your reply is a month late or even a year late.  It tells me you’re still interested in rping with me.  And even if I’m not in the headspace for that particular thread anymore it also tells me I can come at you with new ideas without being a nuisance.  So reply away, no matter how long it’s been!

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« AZIRAPHALE // sushiandbooklover »

Aziraphale sighed softly as Crowley returned to what he was doing. It had been so very long since anyone had done this for him. It was the price to pay for staying on Earth…most of the time he was just fine with that. But on occasion the need for someone to feel his wings made him nearly sob.

“That feels…lovely,” he said, reeling in what he truly wanted to say. That it was heavenly. That he was happy it was Crowley feeling.

             ❝ Good.❞ The demon hummed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Crowley continued, his fingers continuing to comb through Aziraphale’s feathers — it didn’t take much to neaten them, but still, the serpent found himself simply enjoying to toy with them. One hand burying in the soft downy feathers near the angel’s shoulders, the other hand stroking idly through the larger flight feathers.

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HC: Aziraphale is easily flustered in intimate moments, and when he does, his wings opens out of control (like how Lucifer wings just opens when he's excited. Im talking about the Lucifer show on Netflix)

You guys have enough sweetness in this yet?

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David Tennant as Crowley in Good Omens (2019)

1.06 “The Very Last Day of the Rest of Their Lives”

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Aziraphale: We have food at home. Better food. 

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« AZIRAPHALE // vclvetwaistcoat »

Pale brows had lifted as Crowley extended his arms upward- an invitation if the angel ever saw one. Of course She didn’t answer. When Crowley drank so did Aziraphale and he rocked a bit in his chair, causing it to squeak in protest.

                       “I’m not so sure.” The musing came quiet and directed more at his wine glass than Crowley. He always had to walk a fine line in his position. Outright blasphemy was likely to get him into trouble with a capital T- but he was drunk and comfortable and making conversation with his favorite person.

                       “Maybe it’s more like- like when humans drop their children off at University. They get them all set up in a nice dorm room and have their class schedule but ultimately they mess the place up and skip classes and get drunk.”

     Slouched in his chair opposite the angel, Crowley took a moment to miracle his glass full again ( he was far too drunk, and far too comfortable, to get up and refill it manually ). Though, the contrast in the angel’s tone — quite, compared to the serpent’s louder outburst — did grab his attention. 

     He supposed that there was some truth to that simile. Heaven and Hell had been given their roles, given their ❛ great plans ❜ to follow... Abliet, not very well. Crowley considered it to be like a terrible game of Chinese whispers — after so many years the truth of duties and responsibilities of each party had seemed to have become muddled and confused... And, the demon was pretty sure that NO ONE knew what they were supposed to be doing anymore ( especially after the mess that was the almost-apocalypse ).

             ❝ Yes, but in that situation... It’s still expected for parents to still support their children ?? To check up on them, to provide guidance even when they mess up. I don’t see any of that happening now.❞ The serpent countered, somehwat calmer than before.

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« JASON // sxdere »

    opening a coffee shop and then advertising it as an LGBTQA+ safe space was bound to attract all kinds of people.  most of it positive, people needing somewhere to socialise,  places for younger members of the community to congregate.  jason loved it,  he loved talking to regulars and people wearing rainbow and flags into his shop.  he himself had put a cute little flag on the counter to indicate what the shop represented.  but,  once in a while there were people who reacted negatively to the idea of, god forbid,  a safe space coffee shop that practically pushed their AGENDA to the unwitting public.  of course,  he ignores those accusations and merely explains he wanted to create a place where everyone was welcome regardless of who they are and who they loved.  dramatic proclamations of ❛ i’m never coming back ❜ were normal,  and jason always had a quip to follow up.  but today was one of the days where the person who hated his shop’s existence did not want to leave and continued spitting religious rhetoric about how he was doomed to hell and YADDA YADDA YADDA.  he’s heard it all,  but the man was pissing him off and his customers were getting scared.

         ❛  sir, please get out of my shop.  you’re rude,  and frankly no one here cares about what you have to say.  so GET OUT.  ❜

     Crowley had stumbled upon the charming little coffee shop once during a stroll back from meeting with Aziraphale. It was fairly local to the two of them, and since then the demon had often started frequenting the establishment. He swore to take the angel one day... Though, with Aziraphale being MORE local to the Soho area ( and with the whole... nice vibe that the shop gave off... ) Crowley wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was already knew of the place.

     From experience, the atmosphere surrounding the coffee shop felt genuinely welcoming, and Crowley often found himself popping in for a quick coffee while passing through. He’d been around enough to recognise some familiar faces ( customers and baristas alike ), though he never really hung around long enough to chat — the serpent would either take his coffee to go, or skulk in the corner of the room, with his drink, and people-watch for a while ( humans were ever-so-amusing ). Though, in this particular moment in time the atmosphere of the quaint little shop was not as welcoming... as the demon sauntered in, he witnessed the scene unfolding — the unpleasant intruder simply becoming more and more irate with the situation, spouting bigotry and threats at everyone in the shop. Crowley found himself intervening. 

     ❝ You have been asked to leave. There is the door. I suggest that you calmly show yoursself out before things esscalate any further. ❞ The serpent snapped at the man, gesturing vaguely to the shop’s exit.

     ❝ These people may be too nice to retaliate to your BULLSSSHIT, but I am not. GO !! Before I make you. And, yes, that is a threat. Come here again, and I will make sure you regret it.❞ Crowley continued to hiss, bright yellow hues glaring behind his sunglasses.

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