#open good omens rp

[dontcallmenice-imademon]

|| Open rp ||

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.

[galacticforces]

[[ open starter for Crowleys

It started with poetry. That was his first... overture. A poem, handwritten on his finest stationary, slipped into Crowley's pocket. Other people's poetry, at first, but it didn't stay that way. No, soon enough, Aziraphale was spending his time writing in verse about his desperate, hopeless longing, his unending fear which had become little more than background noise, and his devastating devotion. But the first time he got caught passing it on, the paper between his fingers and his wrist trapped in the circle of Crowley's... That was when it sunk in how invested he'd gotten without any actual sign of whether his feelings were returned. That was when it sunk in just how far he'd been overstepping his bounds.

He froze. Then he swallowed, and he waited, not quite meeting Crowley's eyes.

[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."

[crowley-j-demon]

He's doing his best to take good care of Aziraphale's bookshop while he's away investigating when he hears the bell signify someone's entry. Throwing the books in his hands away and using a miracle to ensure their safety, he makes his way to the front. "Hello there, how can I help you?"

[iamhisangel]

No one in the neighborhood was surprised to see Mr. Fell at the bakery on opening day. Ever since the 'Coming Soon' sign was in the window, he checked back nearly everyday.

Now that the day was here, and he was one of the first people in line, he was stuck at the counter wracked with indecision on what he should purchase. Everything looked beautiful and delicious and he looked almost nervous about having to choose.

With a sweet smile he turned to the person next to him.

"What were you thinking about getting? There are so many choices."

[tcntatio]

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[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?

[musesreunite]

Lenore Soaring//Open Rp

Lenore became the eyes in the sky, flying over the city in her raven form. She never liked to play as the spy, but she couldn't resist the curiosity to why the other demons wanted her to keep an eye on the one called Crowley. They knew each other for thousands of years, since before the beginning.

She flew down towards the bookshop window. She wasn't allowed to enter due to the miracle that kept most demons away. But she was able to peek through the window, having no one suspecting her in her raven form.

[detective-luca-montoya]

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[pyramultimuse]

Starter call {Crowley}

Give this post a like for a starter from Crowley.

[gildinbainas]

open starter || ｡･::･ﾟ’★,｡･::･ﾟ’☆ f. the angel

❝ every time you smile at me, i memorize it. i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you. no matter what happens between us, that’s what i’ll remember. ❞

[coffeeflies]

Does anyone have any clue where Eric is today? he was supposed to come in for a shift today and I haven't seen a single sign of him.

I'm not worried, mind you. There's just a Karen at the counter I don't want to deal with. That's his job.

[imhisangelhesmydemon]

~ Open Starter ~ <anyone>

"I was wrong" a shaking voice left the angel's mouth. "I never should have ever believed in his promises"

[crowley-j-demon]

The black knight:

It's tournament season once again in Camelot, and this time, Crowley has decided to make his way into the city to compete. He easily forges some documents, proving his royal lineage using one of his miracles. This would be his first time in the city, though he had heard many tales of how 'great' the kingdom is. That remains to be seen... He never did particularly like authority figures.

He makes his way through the crowds, milling through the town up towards the castle. Some knights are already in front of him in the queue to sign in, but it should be his turn soon enough. He holds his documents in his hand, along with the crest he had made for himself, consisting of a snake wrapped around a black sword.

@destinedlightt

[iamhisangel]

Trying A New Thing (open)

A small round table sat in the middle of A.Z. Fell & Co. It was decorated with a light yellow table cloth. Slowly it was filling up with plates of sweets. There were muffins, and cookies, scones and tiny little cakes.

Just as the door opened, Aziraphale comes out to the table with another platter. This one is piled with little hand pies. He is dressed in a yellow apron, and has a smudge of flour on his cheek.

[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."