#crowley rp

[imhisangelhesmydemon]

📚Open Starter📚

-For Crowley-

"I-I-I" the words stuttered from Aziraphale's mouth as he opened and closed he was trying hard to understand what was happening.

After what seemed like an hour words formed into a whisper, "Do it again."

#ive been wanting to do this since it came out #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley rp #aziraphale rp #good omens rp #he's my demon #i'm his angel #open starter #sprry if its been done already #do it again

[gentlemnpirate]

I am rewatching Good Omens before season 2 comes out and my Aziraphale muse is pining for Crowley.

If anyone happens to have a Crowley muse and wants to write with my pining little angel on discord, hit me up.

#good omens rp #good omens roleplay #go rp #go roleplay #Aziraphale rp #Crowley rp #ineffable husbands rp #discord rp

[heavenfelled]

have a wee little starter call ! these will be something small and simple to get started ! without s2 spoilers, unless you specify otherwise !

#good omens rp #good omens roleplay #crowley rp #oh boy idk what to tag anything as!

[saunteredd]

*SAUNTEREDD. independent crowley from good omens roleplay blog. adored by andy. NON RP BLOGS DNI.

#self promo #good omens rp #crowley rp #good omens indie rp #crowley indie rp #demon indie rp #supernatural indie rp #crossover indie rp #indie spn rp

[anthony-j-crowley-snake]

"I think I might just...go. To the stars. Small trip. Back in a blink, but...it'd be nice to be among them again." No longer being tied to Hell, he could indulge in more nice things, right?

#crowley good omens rp #crowley rp #good omens rp #open starter #open to anyone #open rp

[you-are-a-rare-jewel]

I'm looking to do some RP writing! ❤️

My fandoms are:

My character preferences for writing are in blue

Good Omens - Crowley x Aziraphale

Masters of Sex - Virginia Johnson x Bill Masters

Nurse Jackie - Anyone x Jackie Peyton

Gossip Girl - Blair Waldorf x Chuck Bass

Love chatting OOC and will happily talk plots etc!

Must be 18+ and Semi-Lit

I'm 25+, female, GMT ✨ like or message me and we can see if we're compatible!

#Good omens rp #Masters of sex rp #Masters of sex #Good omens #Nurse jackie #Nurse Jackie rp #Gossip girl #Gossip girl rp #bill masters #Virginia Johnson #Jackie Peyton #Blair waldorf #Chuck bass #Aziraphale rp #Aziraphale #Crowley #Crowley rp #aziracrow #eleanor o'hara #18+ #Roleplay #Good omens roleplay #Nurse Jackie roleplay #Gossip girl roleplay #Masters of sex roleplay

[the-tickety-boo-est]

An Absolutely Ineffable Starter call!

A.Z. Fell, Lately of Soho, seeking RP writing partners from the Good Omens universe for GO2-brainrot-related shenanigans! Serpents Of Eden preferred, but any GO characters will do nicely. Do ask, or message, or reply in any way to this post for details!

I'm a 21+ writer, writing and roleplaying in various forms since circa 2009. I'm plot driven, not easily squicked, and up for basically anything! I'm hungry for Aziraphale right now!

#good omens roleplay #good omens rp #go2 rp #go2 roleplay #aziraphale rp #Aziraphale roleplay #crowley rp #crowley roleplay #rp starter call #good omens starter call #crowley starter call #Aziraphale starter call #go2 starter call

[marvelousdamsels]

Okay, so I finished Good Omens season 2 and it was lovely and heartbreaking and the sooner we get season 3 the better.

I’m also in the mood for some roleplay I’d probably go towards Aziraphale over Crowley, although I could probably write either. I write here on Tumblr and on Discord if anyone is interested feel free to send me a message. I’ve been roleplaying since about 2012 or so. Im just putting out feelers before I go and make an actual sideblog or anything.

#good omens #good omens rp #aziraphale rp #Crowley rp #good omens roleplay #ineffable husbands

[imhisangelhesmydemon]

Crowley wanted to die, he hated his life now after he had fallen for asking to many questions, he doesn’t really remember much of it though because it just hurt too. Since he’s fallen, he was brought back to heaven and kept there as a prisoner. It physically pained him to touch consecrated grounds and items so he tried to stay in the bed that was in his cell as much as he could but they didn’t allow that. Sometimes they would take his bed to torture and the cuffs never left his wrists, sometimes they would add chains.

They continually mocked him, especially Gabriel and they loved to cause him pain, diluted holy water, burning sage, and if they were especially cruel then they would mess with his wings and he hated that, he tried to pull them in to protect but it didn’t always work. They would hit him, using their daggers on him and pour stuff in the wounds. They continuously mocked his snake eyes that he would not let anyone see for fear of that same thing. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he had ate anything either, not that he really needed to eat anyway.

They decided to drag him from his cell and humiliate him, tugging on his wings, saying don’t you wish to know who you really are, along with laughing at him for being so weak and pathetic, kicking at him and tugging on his hair. He screamed as he felt a slice on his wings “No, please, don’t touch them” he tried to pull them in but he couldn’t.

(AU)

The war had left Aziraphale utterly exhausted, and he had even gone through a few Halos, not to mention the stains on his once-pristine flaming sword. But the aftermath was even more horrifying.

Handfuls of demons, who had once been higher-ranked angels, had been captured, leaving Aziraphale puzzled. He couldn't understand why they didn't just allow them to stay in Hell, considering the angelic rumors of its unpleasantness.

In light of the horrors he had witnessed in Heaven, Aziraphale was beginning to think that Hell might not be such a terrible place.

Whenever the other angels indulged in their cruel games, Aziraphale always sought refuge in other activities, distancing himself as much as possible from the torment while covering his ears. He couldn't help but feel like a coward.

However, today, luck was not on his side. His heart sank, and a wave of nausea washed over him when he saw the unfortunate soul that Gabriel had dragged out. He recognized this angel...or rather, demon; he had known them before the war.

Two angels were cruelly pulling at the demon's wings, causing immense discomfort and pain.

"Aziraphale, come over here," Gabriel called out to him. When he hesitated, the Supreme Archangel came over, grabbing him by the back of his neck and leading him closer, saying, "Come now, don't be shy."

Gabriel pushed Aziraphale towards the suffering creature and demanded, "Now, Azira, demonstrate that move you used during the war. The one where you executed a spinning motion with your sword and severed his wings."

Aziraphale's face contorted in horror as he quickly turned to the Archangel. He couldn't believe Gabriel was serious; it seemed impossible. However, the evil smile and gleaming purple eyes left no room for doubt.

"I-I-I can't," he stuttered, "I don't have my sword with me." This was true; he had left it in his office on his desk, the only item adorning it.

The dark gaze shifted from the demon to Aziraphale. "Fine, then just break the wings with your bare hands. I've witnessed your strength when you've exerted yourself."

Aziraphale wanted to flee, to escape this terrible situation. But he knew that if he did, it would only worsen the demon's plight, and Gabriel would come after him, subjecting him to torture next.

Reluctantly, he turned to the red-haired demon, whispering, "Please forgive me," as he reached around and firmly grasped the wing above the joint. Since they were so close, he whispered hastily, "This is going to hurt, but I'm just going to dislocate them. Act as if they're broken."

With that, he applied pressure at the correct angle to minimize any permanent damage.

Aziraphale's heart ached as he dislocated the demon's wings, attempting to minimize the pain. The creature let out a pained gasp, and Aziraphale struggled to hold back tears. He found it unbearable to witness the cruelty of his fellow angels, especially Gabriel's sadistic pleasure in others' suffering.

While feigning the breaking of the wings, he whispered soothing words to the demon. "I'm truly sorry, my friend. Things will get better. Just endure this, and I'll seek a way to assist you." His voice resonated with sincere compassion, offering a glimmer of hope amid the torment.

Once the gruesome act concluded, Gabriel appeared satisfied, allowing Aziraphale to step away. He cast a sympathetic glance at the injured demon and silently mouthed, "I'll find a means to rescue you." Aziraphale understood the urgency of altering Heaven's cruel practices to protect those who didn't deserve such suffering.

#good omens rp #crowley rp #Aziraphale rp #i'm his angel #he's my demon #answered ask

[inquisitivelydamned]

Private and selective canon divergent Crowely from Good Omens. Penned by Reaper. 18+ Interactions due to possible triggering and adult themes. Friendly admin. Please read rules before interacting. Mutual only.

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[savntered]

former demon, hated by heaven, loathed by hell. how will our hero cope?

#good omens rp #good omens roleplay #demon rp #crowley rp #paranormal rp #horror rp #[✧ . * ⛧ self promo]

[crcwly]

YOU KNOW THE THING I LIKE BEST ABOUT TIME, 'S THAT EVERY ( D A Y ) IT TAKES US FURTHER AWAY FROM THE 14TH CENTURY.

I ( R E A L L Y ) DIDN'T LIKE THE 14TH CENTURY.

| indie. priv. sel. hellbound by crow

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[anthony-j-crowley-snake]

Open to Anyone

He'd turn in his sleep which caused him to bolt awake in pain. Being drunk only dulled the pain a bit. Maybe if it were anything else he'd already be healed or could easily ignore it. By some miracle he can't just dismiss as stupid luck, he managed to escape the hunters that held him prisoner for however long they had him...but not whole.

On instinct he wanted to spread his wings...they ached like a phantom limb is said to. Almost as if they were there...but they weren't anymore.

He wouldn't leave his current place unless he absolutely had to. Being out of alcohol meant that he had to.

Not wanting anyone to see his wounds that he couldn't glamor or make disappear at the moment, but not bearing to wear much over them, he only donned on a blazer before heading out to the closest pub. He'd stop by a liquor store on the way back but first he needed a drink or five.

Staggering more than his usual strutting, he made it into a bar and sat at the first empty table he saw. He didn't care how many it was supposed to sit, it was his now. When his order was taken he said, "Bring me a bottle of whiskey."

#based on a fic i'm currently writing where hunters rip off his wings #crowley good omens rp #crowley rp #good omens rp #open starter #open rp #open to anyone #angst #implied/reference to torture