anthony j. crowley

𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬. 🌱Good Omens rp 🌱 literate + descriptive 🌱 8+ years of experience 🌱 pansexual, or whatever the demon equivalent is 🌱heart for a starter

Had a really fucking bad day. He’s on the sofa, sniffling and drinking tea. Wants his angel.

"He's fucking adorable..."

“I don’t /have/ children.” Can demons even have children?

Bored demon noises. Has thrown the same bouncy ball at the wall and caught it 507 times....now 508.

“I need my angel.”

“Aziraphale be like.”

//I’m gone until evening but replies tonight!

//this makes me so happy

“I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck...”

Kisses his cheek. “There’s my sweet boy.”

“Yes /sir/.” It was fun to push his boundaries.

Pats him on the head. “Try again.”

Rips off the tape. “Are you ready to be good?”

Grins and arches an eyebrow. “Oh, we can go there. Don’t test me.”

Threateningly holds up the tape again. “I /will/ tie you up and leave you.”

“Shut /up/,” he groans. “It’s for your own good.”

Just...slaps a strip of tape over his lips. “Naughty.”

Fuck you both.