Anthony Crowely

Let me just take advantage of the internet and let me share my vast wisdom. Want your houseplants to listen?... You know, this was going to be a better advertisement, but maybe I'll make it better later.

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█ ▌◆ moulin rouge sentence starters.

❛ the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return. ❜ ❛ i owe you nothing. and you are nothing to me. thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love. ❜ ❛ seasons may change, winter to spring;  i love you until the end of time. ❜ ❛ come what may, i will love you until my dying day. ❜ ❛ he will fight for me. ❜ ❛ it’s a little bit funny. ❜ ❛ never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. it always ends bad. ❜ ❛ i can’t carry on without you. ❜ ❛ why does my heart cry? ❜ ❛ i don’t like this ending. ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore! ❜ ❛ we are creatures of the underworld. we can’t afford to love. ❜ ❛ i’m paid to make men believe what they want to believe. ❜ ❛ i can’t believe it, i’m in love. ❜ ❛ the difference between you and i is that you can leave anytime you choose. ❜ ❛ when will i begin to live again? ❜ ❛ you’re a beautiful woman. ❜ ❛ i love sex. ❜ ❛ where were you last night? ❜ ❛ you don’t have to lie to me. ❜ ❛ we have to end it. everybody knows. ❜ ❛ i saw you together. ❜ ❛ it’s nothing. it’s just an infatuation … it’s nothing. ❜ ❛ you’re going to be bad for business, i can tell. ❜ ❛ then i’ll write a song and whenever you sing it or hear it or whistle or hum it then you’ll know. it’ll mean we love one another. ❜ ❛ it’s not that i’m a jealous man. i just don’t like other people touching my things. ❜ ❛ today’s the day when dreaming ends. ❜ ❛ how could i know in those last fatal days that a force darker than jealousy and stronger than love had begun to take hold. ❜ ❛ only you can save him. ❜ ❛ i was a fool to believe. it all ends today. ❜ ❛ outside it may be raining but in here it’s entertaining. ❜ ❛ things aren’t always what they seem. ❜ ❛ things are exactly the way they seem. ❜ ❛ everything’s going so well! ❜ ❛ i couldn’t! i couldn’t go through with it! i saw you there and i felt differently! I couldn’t pretend! ❜ ❛ i don’t want to pretend anymore. i didn’t want to lie. ❜ ❛ we have each other, that’s all that matters. ❜

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

‘K, so it’s been quiet on here.  All my knowledge is going to waste here.  Somebody talk to me.  Y'all are really irritating.

[hermannco]

Based on the Superboy Cover I decided to do more lineless chalk, and always my subject to work on its Crowley, It was fun to work on it

You can find more on my RedBubble account!

[finelendal-archive-deactivated2]

I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

 I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it. 

[arcusignis-deactivated20181222]

elderwandskeeper:

friendly reminder: rpers love being asked questions directed  at their character to answer, especially if they’re verse / canon related.

[n-plus-1]

I’ve seen a lot of “reblog if you’ll roleplay with such-and-such demographic” posts lately, so I just want to say:

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

n-plus-1:

- I don’t care if you’re male, female, neither, both, or any other gender option. - I don’t care if you’re 14 or 114. I just need to be aware if you’re underage. (If you’re 114 and roleplaying on Tumblr, you are my hero.) - I don’t care if you’re from X country or Y country or outer space or an alternate reality or are in fact a hamster with amazing typing skills. - I don’t care if you have a fancy theme or something from the early 90s. I just need to be able to find the pages you want me to find. - I don’t care if you format your posts or don’t format your posts. - I do care whether or not you respect others. - I do care whether or not we’re having fun.

Thanks for being you! c=

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I see you’re still wasting away your days.”

“I would hardly call it wasting,” Crowley huffed putting down his drink. He was quite enjoying himself, or had been before War had burst into the restaurant. He regarded her, trying to gauge why she was there. “Want a drink?”

[thescarletrider]

saunteredvauguelydownward:

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley slid back to the floor. “What wa’ that for?” He asked her, taking the bottle back. “It’s jus’ ssssimple gardening.”

[thescarletrider]

“I dunno. Gesture of gra- *hic* gratitude for the entertainment,” she grinned. It proved to be a surprisingly fun evening, even with being thrown out of a restaurant. Or was it also because of it?

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“You’re not leavin’ are ya?” He was almost panicked. He didn’t want to be alone like that. Drinking with company was one thing. Drinking alone was just sad.

[thescarletrider]

“Wha? Oh no, not in the mood yet, it’s good here.” She wasn’t even getting up from the floor, the less walking out. “Why, afraid of the mornin’ light?” she chuckled at his expression.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley tried to fake a pout.  “No,” he said rather vehemently.  He reached for the bottle again.  “Glad I could pull off ssssome entertainment.”

[thescarletrider]

“The whole evenin’ was entertaining,” she grinned in an almost friendly way. “And I was meaning to ask.” Crossing legs, she shifted in seat with the expecting expression of a interviewer. The only thing missing from completing the image was a microphone. “Did you learn some of it from the angel?”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley looked a touch offended. “Wha? Ya think and angel could…” He took a drink and tried again. “Ya think and angel could be entertaining? All they got’s decorum. Wha da they know about… Fun? They’re all booooring ‘nd ssstuffy. Hell can show ya a good time!”

[thescarletrider]

“In vino veritas!” War took the bottle back and raised it with an almost rirual movement, faking seriousness for a split second in response to the last sentence, before going back with the grin. “But, y'got to admit, they can be fun to mess with. ”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley smirked, thinking of all the time he had spent with his angel. He nodded. "Oh sssso much fun," he starched the bottle back as if to toast all the pranks had had pulled on Aziraphale.

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Please reblog if you Roleplay a Canon/OC Muse from Literature

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

literaryrpmasterlist:

If you play a canon/OC muse based off of a text-written source (books, poetry, plays, etc.) please reblog so we can fill up our Storybook Roleplay Library. Not sure whether your muse classifies? Here’s something to help.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I see you’re still wasting away your days.”

“I would hardly call it wasting,” Crowley huffed putting down his drink. He was quite enjoying himself, or had been before War had burst into the restaurant. He regarded her, trying to gauge why she was there. “Want a drink?”

[thescarletrider]

saunteredvauguelydownward:

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley slid back to the floor. “What wa’ that for?” He asked her, taking the bottle back. “It’s jus’ ssssimple gardening.”

[thescarletrider]

“I dunno. Gesture of gra- *hic* gratitude for the entertainment,” she grinned. It proved to be a surprisingly fun evening, even with being thrown out of a restaurant. Or was it also because of it?

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“You’re not leavin’ are ya?” He was almost panicked. He didn’t want to be alone like that. Drinking with company was one thing. Drinking alone was just sad.

[thescarletrider]

“Wha? Oh no, not in the mood yet, it’s good here.” She wasn’t even getting up from the floor, the less walking out. “Why, afraid of the mornin’ light?” she chuckled at his expression.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley tried to fake a pout.  “No,” he said rather vehemently.  He reached for the bottle again.  “Glad I could pull off ssssome entertainment.”

[thescarletrider]

“The whole evenin’ was entertaining,” she grinned in an almost friendly way. “And I was meaning to ask.” Crossing legs, she shifted in seat with the expecting expression of a interviewer. The only thing missing from completing the image was a microphone. “Did you learn some of it from the angel?”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley looked a touch offended. "Wha? Ya think and angel could..." He took a drink and tried again. "Ya think and angel could be entertaining? All they got's decorum. Wha da they know about... Fun? They're all booooring 'nd ssstuffy. Hell can show ya a good time!"

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I see you’re still wasting away your days.”

“I would hardly call it wasting,” Crowley huffed putting down his drink. He was quite enjoying himself, or had been before War had burst into the restaurant. He regarded her, trying to gauge why she was there. “Want a drink?”

[thescarletrider]

saunteredvauguelydownward:

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley slid back to the floor. “What wa’ that for?” He asked her, taking the bottle back. “It’s jus’ ssssimple gardening.”

[thescarletrider]

“I dunno. Gesture of gra- *hic* gratitude for the entertainment,” she grinned. It proved to be a surprisingly fun evening, even with being thrown out of a restaurant. Or was it also because of it?

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“You’re not leavin’ are ya?” He was almost panicked. He didn’t want to be alone like that. Drinking with company was one thing. Drinking alone was just sad.

[thescarletrider]

“Wha? Oh no, not in the mood yet, it’s good here.” She wasn’t even getting up from the floor, the less walking out. “Why, afraid of the mornin’ light?” she chuckled at his expression.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley tried to fake a pout.  “No,” he said rather vehemently.  He reached for the bottle again.  “Glad I could pull off ssssome entertainment.”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

                real quick: none of you need to apologize to me for taking your time with replies. you are not ‘ late. ’ we are not on a schedule and there are no deadlines; i am not – and never will be – timing you. sometimes things get hectic in real life and/or there’s just no motivation / energy to write. that’s perfectly okay ! i’ve been there and i don’t want you adding anymore stress to yourself over whether i’m upset with you for not responding right away. i promise you i’m not. take your time and answer when you feel ready. i’m excited for your reply, but i can be patient. similarly, if you have motivation for other threads, do them. sometimes muses work for certain threads or characters and not others. if you need to drop our thread, then do it. it’s all good ! no worries ! your comfort and health come first. please take care of yourself.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I see you’re still wasting away your days.”

“I would hardly call it wasting,” Crowley huffed putting down his drink. He was quite enjoying himself, or had been before War had burst into the restaurant. He regarded her, trying to gauge why she was there. “Want a drink?”

[thescarletrider]

War tried to get up and rolled off the couch. She tried to stay casual about it and strolled over to the plants, looking at one up close “Ya talk to them?” she muttered lowly, fascinated.

“Yeah,” he said pushing himself up on the couch until he could sit on it. From there he stood, swaying. “Well, order them around. Makes em grow fasssst and big. Big and stron.”

“Ahhh, that explains it.” She poked a leaf lightly. In her case for the poor thing it meant the plant felt like someone put a gun to its head, if it had one. “Could be fun some slow days… How d'you manage to stay on one place long enough to care for ‘em enough tho?”

“I haven’t actually been out too mush,” Crowley said. He still hadn’t fully gotten to his feet. “Nd they know better than to die.”

War pondered that for a while. “… but what could ya do to them if they did die?”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I can make ‘em suffer whilssst their witherin’. They wouldn’t,t dare.” He failed to mention that Aziraphale had a tendency of saving them before they were completely dead.

[thescarletrider]

She looked at him sideways, then back at the plant, and then burst out laughing. Leaning on a wall, she was trying to catch her breath: “Oooh dear. Torturin’ plants at home…” She waved a finger at him in a mocking reproach. “Ya have some hidden sides to you, serpent!”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Call it a hobby,” he said with a hiccup. Then he too started to giggle. “Ya have ta put the fear of… Crowley in ‘em.”

[thescarletrider]

War nodded enthusiastically, crawled over for another gulp (she almost spilled), and then pat his head awkwardly. She deemed it a futile effort, and so didn’t try to get back onto the couch.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley slid back to the floor. “What wa’ that for?” He asked her, taking the bottle back. “It’s jus’ ssssimple gardening.”

[thescarletrider]

“I dunno. Gesture of gra- *hic* gratitude for the entertainment,” she grinned. It proved to be a surprisingly fun evening, even with being thrown out of a restaurant. Or was it also because of it?

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

"You're not leavin' are ya?" He was almost panicked. He didn't want to be alone like that. Drinking with company was one thing. Drinking alone was just sad.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I see you’re still wasting away your days.”

“I would hardly call it wasting,” Crowley huffed putting down his drink. He was quite enjoying himself, or had been before War had burst into the restaurant. He regarded her, trying to gauge why she was there. “Want a drink?”

[thescarletrider]

War tried to get up and rolled off the couch. She tried to stay casual about it and strolled over to the plants, looking at one up close “Ya talk to them?” she muttered lowly, fascinated.

“Yeah,” he said pushing himself up on the couch until he could sit on it. From there he stood, swaying. “Well, order them around. Makes em grow fasssst and big. Big and stron.”

“Ahhh, that explains it.” She poked a leaf lightly. In her case for the poor thing it meant the plant felt like someone put a gun to its head, if it had one. “Could be fun some slow days… How d'you manage to stay on one place long enough to care for ‘em enough tho?”

“I haven’t actually been out too mush,” Crowley said. He still hadn’t fully gotten to his feet. “Nd they know better than to die.”

War pondered that for a while. “… but what could ya do to them if they did die?”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I can make ‘em suffer whilssst their witherin’. They wouldn’t,t dare.” He failed to mention that Aziraphale had a tendency of saving them before they were completely dead.

[thescarletrider]

She looked at him sideways, then back at the plant, and then burst out laughing. Leaning on a wall, she was trying to catch her breath: “Oooh dear. Torturin’ plants at home…” She waved a finger at him in a mocking reproach. “Ya have some hidden sides to you, serpent!”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Call it a hobby,” he said with a hiccup. Then he too started to giggle. “Ya have ta put the fear of… Crowley in ‘em.”

[thescarletrider]

War nodded enthusiastically, crawled over for another gulp (she almost spilled), and then pat his head awkwardly. She deemed it a futile effort, and so didn’t try to get back onto the couch.

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Crowley slid back to the floor. "What wa' that for?" He asked her, taking the bottle back. "It's jus' ssssimple gardening."

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Tell me what you want me to write a headcanon (or more headcanons) about! Let me know what part of my Muse interests you.

It can be on or off anon!

[maegtig-archived-blog-deactivat]

If you and your muse are interested in male/male platonic friendships/brotps and not just male/male romantic and sexual relationships please like or reblog this post. My character really wants and craves that platonic brotherhood type of relationship, but I have a lot of trouble finding it because he’s not sexually interested in men. So please do the thing and I’ll come to you!

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I see you’re still wasting away your days.”

“I would hardly call it wasting,” Crowley huffed putting down his drink. He was quite enjoying himself, or had been before War had burst into the restaurant. He regarded her, trying to gauge why she was there. “Want a drink?”

[thescarletrider]

War tried to get up and rolled off the couch. She tried to stay casual about it and strolled over to the plants, looking at one up close “Ya talk to them?” she muttered lowly, fascinated.

“Yeah,” he said pushing himself up on the couch until he could sit on it. From there he stood, swaying. “Well, order them around. Makes em grow fasssst and big. Big and stron.”

“Ahhh, that explains it.” She poked a leaf lightly. In her case for the poor thing it meant the plant felt like someone put a gun to its head, if it had one. “Could be fun some slow days… How d'you manage to stay on one place long enough to care for ‘em enough tho?”

“I haven’t actually been out too mush,” Crowley said. He still hadn’t fully gotten to his feet. “Nd they know better than to die.”

War pondered that for a while. “… but what could ya do to them if they did die?”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

“I can make ‘em suffer whilssst their witherin’. They wouldn’t,t dare.” He failed to mention that Aziraphale had a tendency of saving them before they were completely dead.

[thescarletrider]

She looked at him sideways, then back at the plant, and then burst out laughing. Leaning on a wall, she was trying to catch her breath: “Oooh dear. Torturin’ plants at home…” She waved a finger at him in a mocking reproach. “Ya have some hidden sides to you, serpent!”

[saunteredvauguelydownward]

"Eh," he shrugged. "Call it a hobby," he said with a hiccup. Then he too started to giggle. "Ya have ta put the fear of... Crowley in 'em."