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How much do we love Crowley standing behind Aziraphale when he's chatting to people like he's some sort of unofficial bodyguard

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"Whaaat kind of question is that, Angel?"

Crowley looked up, startled from his very alcoholic drink. (For once managing to not finish it in one fell gulp.) He wondered after a moment of silence, adjusting and leaning back at ease.

That inquiry was out of nowhere, his smoldering yellow eyes rest on him now.

"I've killed plenty of humans." He responded slowly. "Well..."

"Had a part in events that lead to their death, at least. 'S just as good as killing them, really. Isn't it?"

He knew very well that wasn't the question Aziraphale asked, how could Crowley even begin with the carnage around the uprising? Even he doesn't remember half of it, the brutality of it all. Wasn't sure he wanted to, either.

"I wouldn't hurt you, Angel. If that's what youre fussing over."

It was a simple moment of relief, downing the last of the scotch in his glass before moving up and over to get another. Feigning to be unbothered about the whole thing, he couldn't let Aziraphale know how sensitive of a topic this was or suddenly he'd have to deal with the crushing reality of his fall all over again-- and he was doing good.

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Don't ask.

Aziraphale averted his gaze, the muscle in his jaw twitching under tension.

Don't ask.

But he had to know. Ever since Aziraphale had admitted he'd never actually killed anyone before, the question had played on his mind.

Do. Not. Ask.

But...but what if...?

"Crowley?" Aziraphale turned to the demon, his hands held tightly in front of him. "Have...have you...ever killed anyone before? I-I mean, you were there, weren't you, during the War in Heaven, and I-I-I wondered if...if maybe you'd...."

Then again, Aziraphale himself had been there, and he had avoided bloodshed. Hopefully, Aziraphale thought to himself, Crowley had too.

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The demon cranes his neck around in a hurry to follow the Angels gaze, his jaw clamped so tight a vein was bulging. He spotted the man v͟e͟r͟y͟ quickly, Aziraphale was not that great at hiding some things.

"This is not up for debate, Angel."

Crowley was already halfway across the road when a car honked and beeped in warning, the demons hand flew out and just like that the car vanished. (Fret not it was just further down the road, with an incredibly confused passenger.) He rounded a parked vehicle moving with the grace of the oceans current, ruggedly and unapologetically.

He would grip the man by the collar and haul him into the air with inhuman strength, eyes rolling over him for a moment before reaching to pull his wrist well into the air to expose the stolen item. Scratching the Bentley is one thing but attempting to steal from his the pure of heart Angel? Crowley preferred a more intense form of punishment when it came to certain things, that was his car and his friends wallet. Leaning up the demon snarled against the back of his ear;

"Oh... Oh Rotisserie Chicken isn't even the start of what you'll be after I'm done with you."

“You–”

Crowley wagged an accusatory finger in Aziraphales direction, still hot beneath the collar and letting out a light growl. “For hell’s sake, Angel.”

The demon paced; he paced for a good moment. ’Count to ten, thats what humans do, isn’t it?’ In the end the Bentley was fine, no permanent damage. He spun and neared him, jabbing the same finger into his chest.

He leaned very close, lowering his voice to convey the sincerity he was about to express. “You have lost car privileges.” He spoke it with such a firm, repressed tone it was easy to tell he was holding back. He leaned away a moment later and ran a hand through his Auburn curls. He stared at the spot he miracled away and took a slow breath, clenching his jaw once more. “From now on, you ask me to go anywhere.”

It took Crowley a moment to process what Aziraphale really said beforehand, shaking his head madly for a second. “A man?” He scanned the area around them. Crowley couldn’t take out his frustration on the other, but a regular guy? Maybe. It seemed he was taking much more shallow paced breaths now, fingers curling and uncurling into a fist at his side. So Aziraphale was possibly being robbed? That’s no shock whatsoever. Still someone had to pay for the trauma his car went through.

He turned his head back to the Angel, what was worrying him the most. Why didn’t he feel it? This was the Bentley they were talking about. He can feel when something so much as gets stuck on the tires, like gum or a wrapping paper, so how come he couldn’t feel Aziraphale scratching it’s side? “I’m not mad at you, Aziraphale.” He tried to sound reassuring despite his voice being a bit tight.

“This man, however.” Ah, somewhere to focus his anger on. “Could you point him out to me?” It was much less a question on his part and more so a demand. “You wont be sending this one home laden with baked goods.” He promised surely.

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So I've been working on something lately for my general character aesthetic and I wanted to share the stuff I use to get inspiration the most. It's a kind of a sad progression of Crowley's music tastes.

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guys i just noticed something.. even the clock in the background knows what's about to happen. its frowning.

edit: it's sad o'clock guys omg..

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Squints her eyes at him

Crowley was minding his own, for once. Though he was no stranger to the occasional ominous leering, after lightly adjusting the glasses on his face the demon turned. Flashing a toothy grin and sliding his fingers into his pockets,

"Well hello there."

He kept up the mini charade of welcoming demons with open arms for a moment more, he'd much rather avoid a quarrel if he could manage it. He paused however and stared over the demon with steadily slanting eyes.

"Wait a minute.. Don't I know you?" That was a miracle there, after all he meets many beings. A busy demon, really. He lifted a hand and wiggled it in their direction with a pointer finger. "Yesss Yes I never forget a face." He said, you know... like a liar.

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He's a demon. He lied.

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"You--"

Crowley wagged an accusatory finger in Aziraphales direction, still hot beneath the collar and letting out a light growl. "For hell's sake, Angel."

The demon paced; he paced for a good moment. 'Count to ten, thats what humans do, isn't it?' In the end the Bentley was fine, no permanent damage. He spun and neared him, jabbing the same finger into his chest.

He leaned very close, lowering his voice to convey the sincerity he was about to express. "You have lost car privileges." He spoke it with such a firm, repressed tone it was easy to tell he was holding back. He leaned away a moment later and ran a hand through his Auburn curls. He stared at the spot he miracled away and took a slow breath, clenching his jaw once more. "From now on, you ask me to go anywhere."

It took Crowley a moment to process what Aziraphale really said beforehand, shaking his head madly for a second. "A man?" He scanned the area around them. Crowley couldn't take out his frustration on the other, but a regular guy? Maybe. It seemed he was taking much more shallow paced breaths now, fingers curling and uncurling into a fist at his side. So Aziraphale was possibly being robbed? That's no shock whatsoever. Still someone had to pay for the trauma his car went through.

He turned his head back to the Angel, what was worrying him the most. Why didn't he feel it? This was the Bentley they were talking about. He can feel when something so much as gets stuck on the tires, like gum or a wrapping paper, so how come he couldn't feel Aziraphale scratching it's side? "I'm not mad at you, Aziraphale." He tried to sound reassuring despite his voice being a bit tight.

"This man, however." Ah, somewhere to focus his anger on. "Could you point him out to me?" It was much less a question on his part and more so a demand. "You wont be sending this one home laden with baked goods." He promised surely.

Most things are never certain in this world, there's no guarantee life will go as planned in the ineffable game of life but there were a few things that without certainty would never be anything other than a fact.

For one, as a society they will never know what's at the bottom of the ocean, and that Crowley is particularly fond of his material possessions. Namely, his car.

Silence hung in the air for a long moment, one so loud it could cause the ears to ring. From behind the shades his vision was stone cold and expressionless, before giving a loud noise in distress.

"You WHAT?"

He roared, standing abruptly as his glasses sheltered most of the look. Good for Aziraphale too, because the unfiltered rage boiling there was enough to make anyone tremble to their knee's. The only thing he neglected to do was morph into a massive snake and threaten to eat the Angel whole, he wasn't currently on that stage of anger though.

Crowley did not wait for him to respond this time, rushing from the bookshop and flinging himself in a dramatic fashion toward the Bentley. Hands gripping its hood as he searched for every trace over its surface. How this managed to fly under his radar was beyond him, perhaps he was getting soft, the demon stalked around the car with a slanted scowl. Fingers finding the scratch quickly, gliding a finger over it as if it had never happened.

"You poor thing," He cooed lovingly. Stroking the side of the car with a soft little murmur, "Did the big bad Angel hurt you?" Crowley more or so began to cool down now. Questioning how Aziraphale managed to hurt the car and he not feel it, maybe he did and just didn't realize.

"Aziraphale!" He shouted, I think it's safe to say the Angel was removed from car privilege.

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Yes Angel, it's the only way!

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Most things are never certain in this world, there's no guarantee life will go as planned in the ineffable game of life but there were a few things that without certainty would never be anything other than a fact.

For one, as a society they will never know what's at the bottom of the ocean, and that Crowley is particularly fond of his material possessions. Namely, his car.

Silence hung in the air for a long moment, one so loud it could cause the ears to ring. From behind the shades his vision was stone cold and expressionless, before giving a loud noise in distress.

"You WHAT?"

He roared, standing abruptly as his glasses sheltered most of the look. Good for Aziraphale too, because the unfiltered rage boiling there was enough to make anyone tremble to their knee's. The only thing he neglected to do was morph into a massive snake and threaten to eat the Angel whole, he wasn't currently on that stage of anger though.

Crowley did not wait for him to respond this time, rushing from the bookshop and flinging himself in a dramatic fashion toward the Bentley. Hands gripping its hood as he searched for every trace over its surface. How this managed to fly under his radar was beyond him, perhaps he was getting soft, the demon stalked around the car with a slanted scowl. Fingers finding the scratch quickly, gliding a finger over it as if it had never happened.

"You poor thing," He cooed lovingly. Stroking the side of the car with a soft little murmur, "Did the big bad Angel hurt you?" Crowley more or so began to cool down now. Questioning how Aziraphale managed to hurt the car and he not feel it, maybe he did and just didn't realize.

"Aziraphale!" He shouted, I think it's safe to say the Angel was removed from car privilege.

Not too uncommon of a sight for Crowley to be in a remotely good mood these days, whistling lightly to himself as he feigned an interest in the book in his hands.

Flipping from page to page before blowing raspberries and discarding it briskly at the first sight of the other.

"Aziraphalee-"

He acknowledged his presence with a grin, visibly slouched up against one of the bookshop counters as his arms folded across his chest. A weird pit in his stomach starting to unfurl, jaw clenching for a moment pensively before speaking again.

"What did you do?" His smile fell.

Crowley had many thoughts running through his head at that moment, it wasn't as intense as dread but it was fairly close to it.

Surely nothing happened to the Bentley. There wasn't any secret angelic interference coming to ruin their otherwise serene, actionless month. He didn't begin to grill the Angel, spotting he was clearly already in enough stress for what he was about to say.

"Alright." He dismissed the worried tone, settling back. "What is it?"

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They are so perfect for each other it’s ridiculous

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I am grinning like an utter idiot, an imbecile, a fiend, one might even say. In my time today I've set up a small Instagram (Which I will likely never use.) and a Pintrest, that I am very excited about. Over time I'll collect little cores, aesthetics and things over roleplay and as the time goes on. It's completely in character of course, but it's so sweet already.

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Not too uncommon of a sight for Crowley to be in a remotely good mood these days, whistling lightly to himself as he feigned an interest in the book in his hands.

Flipping from page to page before blowing raspberries and discarding it briskly at the first sight of the other.

"Aziraphalee-"

He acknowledged his presence with a grin, visibly slouched up against one of the bookshop counters as his arms folded across his chest. A weird pit in his stomach starting to unfurl, jaw clenching for a moment pensively before speaking again.

"What did you do?" His smile fell.

Crowley had many thoughts running through his head at that moment, it wasn't as intense as dread but it was fairly close to it.

Surely nothing happened to the Bentley. There wasn't any secret angelic interference coming to ruin their otherwise serene, actionless month. He didn't begin to grill the Angel, spotting he was clearly already in enough stress for what he was about to say.

"Alright." He dismissed the worried tone, settling back. "What is it?"

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This, Aziraphale had decided, was it.

This would be the moment that ruined it all. It needed to be done, he told himself as he fretted, twisting the ring on his little finger over and over. He couldn't keep it to himself any longer! He had to tell Crowley.

The angel had rehearsed the conversation in his head several times, yet when he finally drew in a deep breath to say it all, he still managed to trip over his words. "Crowley. I-I need to tell you something. Something very important. A-And I need you to promise you won't get angry at me."

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[insp.]

+ happily answering Aziraphale's questions

Well, if I was the one running it all, I'd like it if someone asked questions. Fresh point of view.

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"we don't dance" 🩷

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Hello and welcome to a short, cohesive list of my roleplay rules and small boundaries. If I mention something #ooc about it then I suggest checking to see if these have changed, or anything has been a͟d͟d͟e͟d͟.

0͟0͟1͟. Do not control my character. I don't care if you have a vision for how the future of the roleplay is going. Please ask me if you want my character to do something specific. Don't assume a certain reaction, or me to cave to demands. I'm all for talking about the future of a plot however I am not for you controlling my character in any way shape or form. Thank you very much.

0͟0͟2͟. Please do not bring real world issues into the roleplay. I know we all use this place as a scapegoat but by no means am I a form for you to relive your trauma, or use me as an abuser. Let's keep roleplay in fantasy, not dragging it to a real place for people to get hurt by. If a certain topic hits too close to home please tell me! I will avoid that topic wholeheartedly.

0͟0͟3͟. I'd ask to not be spammed to reply, I understand when roleplays get super exciting and you want to get into the meat of it. However My brain functions on disorganized multiplicity and amnesia. I will forget about certain things but its only a matter of time before I return to it. Me pausing and not replying for weeks to months usually isn't an indicative sign of my concentration of the plot but rather just me being a silly poo-poo brain and forgetting sometimes. It happens a lot! Be patient with me!

0͟0͟4͟. This goes without saying, but please don't sexualize me. Or my character for that matter, how I muse and depict Crowley is nonsexual and purely Demiromantic. As far as she'd get is a nice discreet hand-holding beneath a certain table at The Ritz. I like to be soft and that's most of the time to be fair…

0͟0͟5͟. Keep it real. Lets not have drama in roleplays seep into irl this goes for anything. Character beef, Oc fights, chara death. If you make it an issue ooc, I just wont put up with it at all.

0͟0͟6͟. I am an adult, so I do not engage in roleplay with minors and those who are younger in the community. if you make me uncomfortable in any way i am liable to block you and remove you from my profile. I am just here to roleplay and not endanger myself or others. Thank you for understanding.

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I think I partially understand how themeᴵᴺᴳ and account creation/role͟p͟l͟a͟y͟ works so far. It has changed drastically but it's not that bad, given my little experience with it p͟r͟e͟v͟i͟o͟u͟s͟l͟y͟. I can say I quite like the ability to be so unique and ᴱᵡᴾᴿᴱˢˢᴵᵛᴱ within your blog.