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"Of course!" Raphael chirped as he went to pick up one of the heavier tomes and inspect the cover of it curiously. "I'll be right here when you need me."

And she would be, not only because she had been asked to stay put but because she couldn't help but wonder what kinds of information humans would have to share with angels. What could they have discerned that wasn't eminently obvious to its creators? What insights into the workings of God's own plans could she pry from their musings?

He set down the current book when another caught his gaze. 'Labyrinths' was a benign-enough looking book, almost thin, with a beautifully sturdy cover, and Raphael wasted no time flipping it open to begin reading with an excitement that neared rabidity as he dug through the myriad of stories contained within, unaware of whether or not Aziraphale was still standing at the door.

Aziraphale stood wary in the doorway to the room. He didn't want to follow Raphael inside. There didn't feel like there was enough distance that he could place between himself and the...angel. And right now there didn't seem to be any relief from the jarring pain he felt just looking at him. "They are books. This is how humans keep and share information." Aziraphale raised his chin a touch, trying to will more than reedy thinness into his tone.

"I need you to stay in here and wait for me to fetch you. I have to do some thinking about how best you can help me. Understand?"

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"I can do that," he answered helpfully, bounding into the indicated room and pausing as his gaze fell on all the various tomes that laid in rest. This room, too, was busy; for a moment, he wanted to change it. Imagined a kind of order and sorting to it all that led--

And it was gone. Wherever it may have led was gone before he could fully follow it, and he didn't understand why the feeling of it leaving hurt.

"All these material objects," Raphael said softly, "must be so important for you to have so many of them. What are they, if it's not too classified for me to ask?"

Aziraphale never imagined how six words could hurt him so deeply. But 'I've never been to Earth before' made his chest ache, and a hot prickle start under his skin.

"Well there is a window in this room." he started with a heavy strain to his tone, trying to be cheerful right now was taxing. "You might be able to see just that if you wait. But I need you to stay right in here alright? It's safe in here, and I'd like to keep you safe." As he spoke he opened the door to a small room that was mostly books, but also had a small twin sized bed and a chair.

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Raphael was quick to fall into step behind Aziraphale, a happy little hum of agreement slipping out as he trailed through the bookshop.

"It was exciting!" Raphael said, amazed at how many things could fit into the shop. Even on the stairs there were stacks upon stacks of books tucked off to the sides, beautiful and weighty, whole lives wrapped in neat letters in print. "I've never been to Earth, before. There's so many people, and they're all so helpful. And the sky! It looks so different here than in Heaven. Sure, it's bright, but there's clouds here and they're grey and I can't wait to see how it looks after the Sun goes down."

Clenching his hands tightly in fists at his sides, Aziraphale took in a deep breath and let it out. It would do no good to get angry with Raphael, this wasn't his fault. It was his. All of this was his fault. He should have taken the offer, he should have just figured out how to try to fix it from the inside. Now here he was, dealing with this. It was already proving to be too much.

"Thank you, for delivering such an important message." his tone was such a faked version of friendly he was half concerned that Raphael might notice it and question him. "Why don't I show you to a nice room upstairs, you could sit and rest. That trip here must have been…interesting for you. There are plenty of books up there, you could read them, make yourself more acclimated to earth."

He started up the staircase, rage filling his features once his back was turned to Raphael. Aziraphale struggled at the moment to figure out how he could fix this. And was haunted by the idea that as far as he knew, he was going to have to do this all alone.

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"Oh! Yes, now that you mention it, I do have something to tell you--Michael said it was very important," he said, trailing into the building with a bubbling excitement.

He looked around a moment, taking in all the clutter and business. Earth was very busy, wasn't it? He supposed it made sense for the humans; they had quite a lot of earthly needs. And if Aziraphale was keeping up appearances here on Earth, then the clutter would be a bit of necessary camouflage, wouldn't it?

There was a lot to this, he thought; he hoped he'd be able to keep from blowing Aziraphale's cover.

Pausing in his wondering, though, Raphael remembered he needed to give the message he was told to, and he turned back to Aziraphale with a bright smile. "They said," he continued, "to say 'consider it a blessing,' though I'm not sure what, specifically, they were talking about. I'm sure you do, though. Now, is there somewhere I should stay to be out of your way while you're busy doing Heaven's work? I'd hate to accidentally inconvenience you."

"Did you now, well isn't that something. Come inside won't you?"

Aziraphale was trying very hard to keep his tone light, to keep his demeanor airy and gentle. Inside he was raging and screaming, inside he was cursing every being in heaven for taking away the one thing he wanted in the entirety of creation. But he had to keep up appearances at least until he could figure out how to fix this, if he could fix it.

"I'm afraid no one told me you were coming. So I wasn't exactly prepared. Did they give you any special instructions? Message for me perhaps?"

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"Oh, good!" He started, lighting up right to the corners of his eyes.

"I'm Raphael and I've been assigned to be your assistant, so I'll help you out with anything at all that I can. You must be someone very important, though. I got my assignment directly from an archangel! I promise I'll do everything I can to be helpful to you, sir."

Aziraphale's hand was still on the doorknob when he opened the door, but it dropped away at the sight of the person standing in front of him. He stared in shock, mouth slightly agape for the shortest moment. For what seemed like forever he couldn't move.

Crowley was standing there, but it wasn't Crowley. It wasn't him and whoever it was had no idea who he was. He tried so hard to hold in any emotion that was raging in him over the situation. His eyes shimmered with tears even if he did give this person the warmest smile he could manage.

"Why yes, yes I am" and there was a crack in his words, a strain in his voice.

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It was morning. The Sun wasn't even fully peaked over the horizon, cold light in the dim hours, when there was a knock at the shop door and someone standing patiently on the stoop.

He was taller than Aziraphale, and pretty, with sparklingly brown eyes and shoulder-length curls in vibrant, lovely red. His appley cheeks were pink and pretty, and he wore a neat, light gray suit with a pale, pretty undershirt with lacy ruffles around the high collar.

This was not Crowley.

His brown eyes bore excited newness and when, at last, the door opened, he wasted no time piping happily up.

"Hello! Are you the Principality Aziraphale?"

It was lingering over those three days. The idea that no one was going to be happy about Aziraphale's choice. Well Micheal might end up pleased, since he lobbied for them to take the place he had no desire to hold. He liked his place on earth, he loved his shop, and he could not imagine losing Crowley. Aziraphale knew that the idea of becoming an angel again wouldn't sit right with his demon. It felt preposterous to even think about it honestly.

The kiss left him breathless and dazed, and then they moved on as if it never happened. They had a wonderful breakfast, and went on to living as usual. Crowley went to get his apartment back to how he wanted it, and Aziraphale puttered around his shop. They never talked about it again, and Aziraphale wondered if they ever would. Or would it happen again, would more happen? Because the kiss woke something strange and warm in the angel that he didn't want to ignore.

But the warmth of the kiss didn't linger half as long as the uncertainty. He wasn't truly going to get away with saying no was he? No, something was going to happen. It was just the matter of what, and when.

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Unripened || iamhisangel

Three days.

A near-war, a refused offer, a breakfast, and then three days. Crowley had needed, he'd said, to do some cleaning. With Shax out of his apartment, he could finally start re-settling all of his greenery and getting back to how things ought to be.

And he didn't mention the kiss. Didn't mention the pieces of him that felt like they'd burst for wanting Aziraphale in ways he hadn't thought he could want. If the angel didn't bring it up, either, it had been a busy night.

There wasn't a warning that things would go wrong, though Crowley quietly suspected the Metatron wouldn't take Aziraphale's refusal so lightly (and they should have run, they should have run, they should have run); still, he imagined they had some time, yet, before retribution came. Before everything went pear-shaped. Before it all went wrong.

They didn't.

#iamhisangel #and awaaaaaay we go

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To Catch a Thief || Open RP

One American city was as good as another. It smelled of car exhaust and stale piss, hot and cold in turns without ever passing through a comfortable temperature, the humidity wildly rocketing up as thick, heavy storm clouds crept inward from the water. There wasn't a point to having an umbrella; not between the towering buildings. Not where the wind would whip so fast it would be five stories up before it'd been fully deployed. His leather jacket, at least, was waterproof; he zipped it up and hoped it would keep his shirt dry.

There was a point to being here, though, and that wasn't something he could renege on.

The only way to his warm, dry, comfortable hotel room was through the oncoming storm, and so he walked onward, picking up speed as best he could in the thick crowds of bodies.

"Where are you, you little thief?" He grumbled to himself, leaning in against the wind as the first sheet of rain slammed down overhead and in a moment his glasses were smeared with driving water, blinding him in the swim of people hurrying to find shelter.

He picked up his pace--but only a moment, half-springing forward before slamming bodily into someone and sending himself toppling backwards as his glasses flew off onto the concrete.

"Watch it!"

#open rp #indie rp #good omens rp

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Only Human || Open Starter

"What do you mean I'm being promoted to customer?" Crowley called, trying to dart the short distance after Beelzebub only to be jerked backward by the chains that sprang out from the concrete below, wrapping around his waist, his arms, his legs, his ankles.

There was a sickening crack. Pain, and the room around him suddenly felt hot in a way that crept up his throat and suffocated him and pressed stale, withering air into his now-aching lungs until he felt himself dragged sharply up and--

He woke in grass. A yard, maybe? There was a tree--a walnut tree--and that helped him guess his whereabouts as well as anything. "Fuck," he groaned, slowly getting up to his knees as he tried to get a bearing on his vision that swam strangely, dozens of colors he hadn't seen since before the fall flooding his eyes in the strange-dim of midday.

The weight of that settled quicker than he wished it had.

More colors--different eyes. He had different eyes, and as he held his breath a moment he felt the ache that could only be his body needing fresh air.

"Oh, no," he breathed, face going keenly pale as the set in. He needed help quickly. He needed to get up off the grass. He needed to not be human.

#open rp #indie rp #good omens rp

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Directory

Moss here with a list of useful links!

Have you seen our rule book? It's a work-in-progress.

Open starters are right here.

[When they exist, this will be a link to headcanons/character building.]

[When they exist, this will be a link to verses.]

[When they exist, this will be a link to wanted thread ideas.]

[When they exist, this will be a link to out-of-character shenanigans.]

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Rules of the Road

I'm Moss, and I've been roleplaying online for nearly twenty years, now. I know myself well enough to let potential RP partners know the following:

I reply slow in conversation. Please give me the grace of patience.

I reply quickly to posts. Please don't think this means you must do the same; you'll reply when you get to it and I'll survive until then.

I am not comfortable writing with anyone under eighteen. This is not negotiable. I am 30+ years old.

I prefer multi-paragraph writing for myself, but our styles don't have to match. As long as I've got something to respond to in your post it could be a single sentence and I'd be happy.

Now for the actual rules. Don't consider all of these fully stone-set except for the first three, but do consider all of the rest of them things that would require discussion and planning to bend.

No-one under 18. This is not negotiable. It is also listed multiple times in multiple locations to hammer home the point.

No out-of-character shitheadery. This is intentionally left as a vague term because I'd hope most people can guess what constitutes being a shit head. I don't reblog call-out posts but I do block liberally.

No terfs. I'm a proud transsexual and my favorite tool is the block button.

No God-modding. I'll move my character, you move yours.

Not so much a rule as a request, but please don't use micro fonts with me. My eyesight is bad. Bad-bad.

I ship chemistry--and that goes the same for Aziraphales as it does for everyone else. Everyone who writes Aziraphale writes him differently and I love that, but my interpretation of Crowley may not be compatible with every interpretation of Aziraphale.

This said I love shipping. I'm multi-ship and duplicate friendly. Every thread is its own distinct universe and never the any will cross unless it'd be fun as hell to do so.

I write a generally ambiguously-timelined Crowley; has X important thing happened or not? Dunno--check with me ooc and we'll decide if it'd be more fun for something or other to have happened already or not.

I prefer to keep NSFW under read-more cuts; whether or not you do is up to you.

No NSFW gifs in threads, please. It's an easy way to get your blog deleted. However, if it's something you're really sold on then talk to me and we may be able to migrate a thread to e-mail. As a note, this is also somewhere I'd be happy to write.

There is nothing your character is not allowed to do to mine so long as it is feasible that it could be done. When in doubt, ask first; I promise it won't ruin the surprise because while I may now know what's coming, I won't necessarily know how it's coming.

No tw's apply to me, but if there are any you need tagged and you don't feel like having them out in the open on your blog (a fair thing; you don't owe me or anyone insight into what upsets you) just let me know on anon and I'll do my best to tag things that fall under it. This stands as a within reason segment to be held at my own discretion.

There are very few fandom-based characters I won't interact with. We don't have to be in the same universe, and I'm always happy to have someone wind up where they shouldn't be. That being said the two fandoms that I personally will not write with characters from are: Axis Powers Hetalia and anything whose source material is produced by JK Rowling.

Not a rule per-se so much as a point I'd like to reiterate: original characters--particularly Good Omens OCs--get priority when I'm doing replies. I love original characters so much, and that absolutely includes child-of-blank characters.

These rules are likely to be updated as needed, but I think this gets the general gist. If you're ready to plot, feel free to do so, or if you want to send an ask in-character or reply to an open please have right at it!

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