Good Omens Rp - Blog Posts

*He just blinks a few times, before holding out a clawed hand (?) towards this Samael.*

If, er, if you say so! That seems good, I guess? Apart from the whole, "I am not your Father.", I would consider that rather concerning in my books.

So then . . when, er, when are we getting back your 'former-me'? Anytime soon are we thinking?

*A petite demon with animal attributes similar to that of a mouse lemur pops his head into view, eyes wide, staring.*

Ermh, hello Father? Is everything alright over here? Are you alright?

( - @elirabilis )

Well. A demon, I assume?

I'm - please don't call me Father, I'm not currently your Father - uh. Samael. Pleasure to meet you, child who former-me probably led down the path of Corruption.

I'm good! Not just that, I'm Good! After a very long time, it seems.

Scuttling across the stage to a microphone, a rather petite demon with attributes alike to a mouse lemur now stands up on his two hind legs.

He taps the microphone with an uncertain end of a claw.

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Hello, hello all!

This certainly is a rather late . . introduction post considering my lurkings amongst this site have been for quite the while- so, eh, hello?

Oh! Oh, right- I already said that. Maybe instead I'll- no, no, wait a second- I know I prepared some prompts . .

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With a nervous, tiny smile, the demon digs about into the confines of his rather large scarf wrapped about his neck, before holding a selection of flashcards out in front.

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Right, right. I ought to begin with some of the basics.

My full name is Mirabilis Morningstar - yes another Morningstar kid - but I do prefer just Mira. Fairly obvious to state that my parents are @morningbloodystar and @chloe-decker-lapd.

And, eh, really just another citizen of Downstairs. But like I said earlier, my tendencies to lurk about means I am a tad bit new to this all + interacting as a whole.

Please bear that in mind! After all, I am but a humble, solitary little fellow. Nonetheless, I am always down for interactions forward.

Maybe this is a good time to get into the FAQs:

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Timezone?:

PST (UTC + 8:00).

Interests?:

Cannibalism, mostly. Are you aware that there have been reports on actual mouse lemurs cannibalising each other? How interesting! I like torta and tortellini as well.

Big fan of D&D, Star Wars and The Phantom of the Opera - those are the main special interests. Oh, and the rest of the stuff under my profile picture.

Music?:

Yes! Music is a big part of everything for me. My upmost beloveds go to The Crane Wives, Angus & Julia Stone, Tracy Chapman, Lady Gaga, Amy Winehouse, Mitski, Ghost, Yaelokre + Noah Kahan.

Also, I play the acoustic guitar (self taught).

Games?:

I am currently playing S.W: The Old Republic. And favourites include Skyrim, L.I.S, Subnautica, Jedi: Fallen Order + B.G III.

Books?:

I am currently reading the Dune trilogy and Careless To Let It Fall (by Artemisdesari on AO3). Some favourites include the Earthsea books, the Hannibal series and Passerine (by Thcscus on AO3).

Additionals?:

Autistic. Also MDD + GAD. Also on the OCD spectrum. Also IBS. Also eczema. Also chronically recovering anorexic (a.k.a ana accounts PLEASE fuck off, couldn't care less if you're pro-recovery).

Possibly an SzPD haver.

Transgender. Also queer in general, and most definitely on the aromantic and asexual spectrum.

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Gosh, I do worry this is getting quite long of an introduction post but, eh, perhaps I will now bid you all a cheerful farewell - looking forward to meeting all of you.

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Once tucking the crumpled piece of paper away, the little demon does one last awkward wave before scampering off to the side of the stage.

I WILL start crying, don't test me (positive)

Why hello there, Mira! It's wonderful to have you here, my dear. And there's one person who appreciates my - frankly - wondrous humour, thank Me.

I'd be beyond glad to welcome you to the family - what do you think, @chloe-decker-lapd?

Oh, and Hannibal, you say? Yes, well, a few of my other children have quite a fondness for that show too. One of them attempted to bring the cannibals back from Hell. I love you all, but please do not bring the cannibals back from Hell.

Feel free to talk about DnD all you want, though. We appreciate all hyperfixations and infodumps here.

By the way - wrong Brother, love. Jesus is wonderful, of course, but I'm rather partial to my own name.

YOU GOT ADOPTED BY LUCIFER IN THE GOOD OMENS ROLEPLAY?!!! I'M IN THAT ROLEPLAY!!! SEVERAL TIMES!!!

original anon

I DID.

For some reason laptop Tumblr does not show that someone has responded to your ask so I only found out 20 minutes ago on my phone when I had to go and pick up a drug prescription

I was very happy! I have seen you about in the roleplay as well!

Looking for a Crowley to roleplay with! (Please be 21+)

Hello! I am looking for a Good Omens roleplay. I thought I would give you some details before I get into things.

About Me:

* 26 year old female

* writes in third person past tense

* Generally writes lit to novella (However, if the pace is detracting from the beats of banter, I would rather go into short form.)

* Writing for Aziraphale (have written for him for over a year.)

* EST

* Only wants to write with someone 21+

With that all out of the way, here are some of the ideas I have had over the past year. I have roleplayed a good number of them before, but some did not get bites. The first is real sour, but the rest are very sweet.

1. Post Season Two: Archangel Aziraphale and the Dark Duke of Hell

For this idea, I would like to play out these two post season 2. In the past, I have had both respond by melting and running back to each other. In this one, I want them to be relegated back to their traditional sides. There’s a lot of longing and pining, but they have moved up ranks on both sides. Both are in pain, colder, and more reserved than before. It is almost a reset on their dynamic. Both have become disenchanted with Earth because they loved the humanity in each other. They would have glimpses of their old lives as they meet every now and then but then it would go back to the animosity of before.

I imagine it finally coming together when Earth comes under threat of Crowley’s creation: an asteroid cleansing. Akin to the flood, Metatron decides humanity is too tainted and needs to be cleansed. The two are brought back together to save humanity and Earth. In the process, they recognize the old things they loved about each other and come back together.

2. Oh No…Whatever Shall I Do?

Aziraphale enjoys being saved. He is saved all the time. Crowley enjoys saving Aziraphale. Aziraphale enjoys being looked after and Crowley enjoys looking after him. However, both don’t say this explicitly to each other. They may speak of it in conspiratorial whispers to others (like Nina and Maggie), but it’s an open secret. I want to play out campy, ridiculous “rescues,” where it’s very clear Aziraphale can easily escape or solve the problem, but instead puts on a show. Think Bastille. Just something silly and dramatic without any real danger followed by crepes and wine. I want some fun banter for this one.

3. Arthurian

I think it would be really fun to do an Arthurian vibe plot. They would still be angels and demons, but it would be like the Arthurian fairytales actually happened and these two were fighting back and forth to turn the tide in the favor of their sides. Would be very fun to explore how the Holy Grail was come up with as a common goal between them. Aziraphale is doing his best to be a proponent of good and lead King Arthur to be a good ruler. Crowley naturally would be looking for ways to help his own side. It would be really interesting if we could include some of the anti-magic sentiments considering both are magic beings. The two sides will be fighting, but the two of them will keep meeting secretly and commenting on the whole thing.

4. Aziraphale Taking Care of Crowley

I think this one is rather fun. I love playing Aziraphale taking care of Crowley because Crowley does not know how to deal with it. It’s so inverse of their usual dynamic. One I have played out goes like this: Crowley is being a mischievous bastard in the cold rain and then coming back to the bookshop drenched, grouchy, cuddly, and freezing. I love the idea of Aziraphale doting on him and chastising him.

I look forward to hearing from you!

Good Omens Roleplay Search

Hello!

26 year old fan here. I’m looking for someone 21+ to roleplay with. I would prefer to play Aziraphale. I have a whole trove of prompts, but I’m craving something sweet with playful banter. I like roleplaying past tense and third person. I tend to be lit to novella, but I can match lengths. I prefer Discord, but I am open to other options. DM me if you’re interested!

Good Omens RP

Hi there!

I am a 26 year old Aziraphale roleplayer looking for a (18+) Crowley! I write in past tense, third person. I tend to be semi-lit to novella. I can match my partners. I would prefer to roleplay on discord. If you are interested, please DM me.

Right now, most of my prompts are fluffy and domestic. I really want some nice banter and chastising to go down between them. Sweet, sweet comfort. I can do some more angsty or NSFW rp just as easily.

One would expect the spoiled young man to be offended, but Warlock was raised by an overly dramatic demon himself, so he was used to this sort of behavior. 

"I came to say hi and offer you some chinese take-out, but if you don't want any of this I can just leave," he stated, turning to leave with said food.

Hello

He looked her up and down. " I'm guessing your another one? Peachy? What are you going to do now? Bring animals into my penthouse? Destroy the place? Make me sign a paper against my will? What's next? " He scoffed, sipping on his bourbon.

oi warlock you should play warhammer

I mean it looks really cool, I’ll definitely check it out. ….

Wait.

Or were you you just taking a poke at my name?

He shakes his head, now refusing to look him in the eye. “I-it’s nothing, just practicing some stuff…” Warlock’s hair rustles a little as he tries to calm himself down.

This is going to take some real pushing.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Warlock makes a face at the mention of a haircut ( he likes his hair long, thank you very much) but knows better than to argue with Nanny.

He shrugs at the question. “School mostly…” And trying to teach himself control of his telekinesis, but he didn’t think Nanny knew about that.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

He actually smiles at that, and fully relaxes. “I think we might. You had a Nanny too?”

Ahh, the fake child! Hello, Warlock. I'm your not-father.

Warlock looks warily at Lucifer, crossing his arms. “Hi… Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

He pauses

“And don’t you mean WRONG child? Not fake. It was an accident.”

Warlock nods, giggling a little, before letting go to come around front and hug Crowley the normal way.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

The boy nods and mumbles something that sounds like “I missed you” into the wings. He hasn’t let go yet. He probably won’t for a while.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

The boy nods, relaxing a little. “Thanks, I think, but Nanny deserves the credit for that….and thanks for checking on me. It’s more than my real father did.”

He sounds genuinely appreciative.

Ahh, the fake child! Hello, Warlock. I'm your not-father.

Warlock looks warily at Lucifer, crossing his arms. “Hi… Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

He pauses

“And don’t you mean WRONG child? Not fake. It was an accident.”

Ahh, the fake child! Hello, Warlock. I'm your not-father.

Warlock looks warily at Lucifer, crossing his arms. “Hi… Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

He pauses

“And don’t you mean WRONG child? Not fake. It was an accident.”

[Open Starter]

This was stupid…another night, another nightmare, and another heluva hard time trying to figure out where in heaven’s name these were coming from.  

Sure, he’d dreamed about the trip to the desert…that was a recurring nightmare since he was eleven.  Some how his parents didn’t remember and made him feel like he was mad to even come up with something like that.  But that wasn’t like these.  Just like that one felt real, so did these ones; however, unlike that nightmare, which he knew he had been apart of, none of the others felt that way.  They all just felt like something that he shouldn’t know about, but did.  Something he should’ve been able to prevent but couldn’t.  

So, here he was, sitting on a park bench at 11 o’clock at night with nothing over his clothes but a light coat…