I didn't so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards

That Flash Bastard, creator of the Original Sin, A.J. Crowley, at your service. Well, not so much at your service, but rather I'm that fallen angel making your life incredibly more frustrating so you commit little sins here and there. If you've ever wondered who that asshole is that interrupted your wireless service, dropped your call, or made sure your important text never got to a friend or lover? Probably my doing. You have to tarnish souls a little at a time if you want any hope of getting more souls for hell, because it's not the 14th century anymore.   [Independent Crowley from Good Omens. Please read rules before interacting, thanks.]

[littlelostcastiel-blog]

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[thatoldandwickedserpent]

asomewhatfestiveangel:

“No.” Voice steely he gave Crowley a stern look. “No no that’s alright. I can’t allow you to possibly injure people. You should know that.” It was tempting however to let him have his fun. Though angels were supposedly unable to get irritated with humanity Aziraphale was coming extremely close to it. Honestly he should just put the closed sign up at this point.  "Don’t be ridiculous Crowley. Of course there is nothing good nor evil about the angel food cake. I suppose lunch wont hurt anything.“ It would get him away from the shop and he could just close it for the rest of the afternoon. And it had been a few weeks since Crowley and he had gone out for lunch. "A new book of prophecies. Supposedly by the modern Nostradamus but I’m having my doubts. Total rubbish it seems like so far but I was hoping at least one piece of it was true. Nothing like the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Angus Nutter.” It was absolutely disappointing. Frankly it was possibly the worst book of prophecy he had ever read and he had read quite a few. 

"So the thought doesn't tempt you in the least? Oh, come on, angel. Just admit that it does. I know you have that little hint of a bastard deep down inside you. I've seen it." He grins wickedly, teasing the angel ever so slightly, however he rolls his eyes when the angel entirely misses his sarcasm. He opens his mouth to correct him, but then just shakes his head. Even after a few thousand years, the angel really doesn't get the concept of sarcasm, does he? "Glad I could tempt you away from your book for a moment with the promise of angel food cake." He sits on the edge of the desk, casually looking around as the angel describes what he's reading. A small snort of derision escapes him and he can't help but let out a small laugh at the mention of Nostradamus. "Modern Nostradamus. When will humans realize that the original Nostradamus wasn't all that accurate to begin with? I'll never understand where humans even get these things!" 

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

Crowley, you flash bastard. Where has your muse been for the last few months?  I am not happy with you.

Well, I’m be slinking and slithering around on here some today, replying to things and lurking like Hastur and Ligur if not on my multimuse blog. Let me know if you want a starter and/or the link to my other page. 

[snowskypx]

They’d come up with some stomach-churning idea that no demon could have thought of in a thousand years, some dark and mindless unpleasantness that only a fully-functioning human brain could conceive, then shout “The Devil Made Me Do It” and get the sympathy of the court when the whole point was that the Devil hardly ever made anyone do anything. He didn’t have to. That was what some humans found hard to understand. Hell wasn’t a major reservoir of evil, any more than Heaven, in Crowley’s opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.

Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (via angrymetalbender)

[irrationaliberal-deactivated201]

[birdloaf]

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

 ”A demon can get into real trouble, doing the right thing.” He nudged the angel. “Funny if we both got it wrong, eh? Funny if I did the good thing and you did the bad one, eh?” “Not really,” said Aziraphale. Crawly looked at the rain. “No,” he said, sobering up. “I suppose not.”

[electrical-banana]

“25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying ‘Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?’ 26 And the Angel said, ‘I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.’ 27 And the Lord did not ask her again.”

inspired by this post, Rihanna as Crowley and Lupita Nyong’o as Aziraphale

[thesill]

[snowskypx]

"God does not play games with His loyal servants," said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice./"Whoo-eee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"

Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (via angrymetalbender)

[solitarytype]

"So you like older women, huh?" [Because Crowley's a shit and knows that Silas probably doesn't like her/him, and Crowley's older than a LOT of people. xD]

"I don’t know."

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

“Oh really? That’s quite surprising, because I thought that surely someone would have tried to lead you into that sort of temptation before, being as old as you are.” 

[littlelostcastiel-blog]

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[littlelostcastiel-blog]

Aziraphale looked up when he heard the familiar voice, closing his book but keeping his place with his finger. Holding back a smile he raised an eyebrow and crossed his legs. Settling further into his seat he watched the demon approach. “Crowley. I thought you were another lost soul looking for the shop next door. There have been several today, though I don’t know why there is a sudden uptick in foot traffic.” He glared in the general direction of the troublesome store. The most irritating thing was the people wouldn’t leave right away, instead choosing to wander his store and flip through his books. As if they had the right to touch his collection. Some of these books were extremely fragile and priceless at that. At the offer of lunch Azriaphale looked down at his book in thought. “I never fall for your temptations, my dear. At any rate I’m almost done with this novel…”

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

Crowley leans against the desk slightly, his grin only widening as the angel addresses him before Aziraphale glares in the general direction of the shop next door. "Holiday shopping, I would imagine. I believe it makes people feel a little less guilty about ignoring their relatives for the other 364 days of the year." He lets his tongue trace his lower lip, and one can almost see the wheels turning in his his mind before a slow smile slithers it's way across his lips. "Should I create an icy patch right on your doorstep so that any lost souls who attempt to enter your shop slip and fall, and then hopefully they think twice before entering?" He gives another small grin before giving the angel a sideways look. "I do hope you realize that simple fact will never stop me from trying to tempt you. It is just lunch, however. Nothing terribly sinful about that. Unless you think that the angel food cake at The Ritz is secretly working for my side now." He shakes his head, slightly amused by the premise of 'evil' angel food cake before leaning over to glance at the title of the book in Aziraphale's hand. "What are you reading, anyways?" 

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

I'm lurking at the moment, and getting to the replies I owe(because Crowley has been mad at me because I've been listening to Christmas music and had finals before that). 

In other news, the Radio Show for Good Omens is perfect so far(my only gripe is the fact that they cut short the scene where Aziraphale and Crowley are drunk, but I feel as though that's minor). Oh my god. 

[polyvore-gore]

Requested: Corporate Goth

[littlelostcastiel-blog]

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The bell above the bookshop’s door jingled cheerily, disturbing the peace Aziraphale had been enjoying. With out looking up for his novel the angel sighed and point to the left. “Intimate Books is next door that way. Have a lovely day.” It wasn’t the first time that he had to redirect someone that day and it was becoming irritating. He really need to get a sign that indicated where Intimate Books’ door was located.

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

His voice positively drips with sarcasm. "I've never been here before. Definitely not dozens upon dozens of times." However, a small but playful smirk curves along his lips as he casually saunters across the floor towards the desk where Aziraphale was sitting. For a moment, his eyes glance over the desk, trying not to sigh too loudly at the sight of tartan jacket draped over the back of the Angel's chair. Instead, he focuses on the book in Aziraphale's hand to distract him away from the angel's customary horrible fashion sense, glancing at the title with brief interest before looking back at the Angel's face. "Any possibility I can tempt you away from your book with the offer of lunch?" 

[yynneessmons]

[gym-leader-merida-blog]

if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

So all of the blogs on my recommended blog list are goth blogs, and occasionally I see asexuality awareness blog appear there too. I just feel Crowley giving me a look and saying, 'Why are you turning my blog into your blog?'

Because, Crowley, dear, you are asexual(though I'm gray ace) and dress so very corporate goth, even if you're not a goth. Don't even deny it. You're just a dark classy person. 

[theabandonedmuses-blog]

Ormi cocked xyr head, furrowing xyr brow as xe pondered the stranger’s words—the stranger who had something very familiar about them. “Fascinating,” xe murmured with a nod. Xe took a few steps closer, leaning very close as xe answered Crowley’s question. “Not particularly, no,” xe responded, letting xyr tongue slide from xyr lips only to remember xe had to use xyr nostrils. Ormi saved xemself by licking xyr lips, giving a little sigh. Yes, there was something very serpentine about the stranger, indeed. “I would wager to say that you are not, either,” xe stated very matter-of-factly. Xe walked around Crowley, interest piqued until xe was face to face with him again. Xe regarded Crowley with earnest curiosity, “What manner of reptilian are you?”

[thatoldandwickedserpent]

Crowley takes a breath, feeling his own tongue come out to trace his lips. His eyes flick over the stranger's face and form with returned interest. Definitely not human As the other walks around Crowley, he turns his head to keep an eye on the other. After all, what kind of world would it be if Crowley started trusting other non-humans? Nope. Definitely out of his comfort zone. He lifts an eyebrow at the question, about to ask how xe guessed. Slowly, after the initial surprise wears off, Crowley smiles like a snake and after a moment, he answers. 

"Errrrm. Reptile, yes. Snake, I suppose would be the correct answer. Though fallen angel works too. How did you guess? Did I hiss, or was it the snakeskin shoes?" 

His last words are slightly teasing, looking up into the face of the other person. It takes him a moment, because in his male vessel there weren't many people taller than him. It makes him slightly uncomfortable, to be quite honest, and makes him clear his throat to shake the feeling.