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@demxncrowley.bsky.social
Also known as the Serpent of Eden.
#RP / Parody
Good Omens RP
MDNI 21+
Not the real David Tennant
#RP / Parody
Good Omens RP
MDNI 21+
Not the real David Tennant
Pinned
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⠀⠀⠀ ANTHONY J. CROWLEY
⠀⠀⠀ The Original Serpent 𓆙
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⠀⠀ ❝𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍; 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕... 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.❞
⠀⠀ Fallen Angel, Demon, Traitor, Father, - AU - Mature Content
⠀⠀⠀ The Original Serpent 𓆙
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⠀⠀ ❝𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍; 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕... 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.❞
⠀⠀ Fallen Angel, Demon, Traitor, Father, - AU - Mature Content
“I know, I know. But if you had inherited that ability, you too would be using the hell out of it.” He followed where he was pointing to take a whiff of the air. “He seems to have gone this way.”
"You know, that will never not be weird, with you and my husband." He pointed in the direction Jashawn wandered off to. "That way, I think."
“Fuck. Where was the last place you saw him, perhaps I can sniff where he went from there.”
January 2, 2026 at 1:57 PM
“I know, I know. But if you had inherited that ability, you too would be using the hell out of it.” He followed where he was pointing to take a whiff of the air. “He seems to have gone this way.”
“Fuck. Where was the last place you saw him, perhaps I can sniff where he went from there.”
A familiar phone is being waved around in his hand, and the charm dangling from it jingles. "It slipped out of his pants when he dropped them. Good luck."
…I'm afraid your brother might have inherited my bad habit. Let me give him a call and see if I can get him to answer.
January 2, 2026 at 1:50 PM
“Fuck. Where was the last place you saw him, perhaps I can sniff where he went from there.”
|| Being dead for most of the day, only to wake up at 2 am. Can I hear a wahoo?
January 2, 2026 at 2:22 AM
|| Being dead for most of the day, only to wake up at 2 am. Can I hear a wahoo?
…I'm afraid your brother might have inherited my bad habit. Let me give him a call and see if I can get him to answer.
Has anyone spotted a guy who looks just like me, but with brown hair and a beard, wandering around with his pants around his ankles?
I might have missplaced my intoxicated twin.
I might have missplaced my intoxicated twin.
January 2, 2026 at 2:21 AM
…I'm afraid your brother might have inherited my bad habit. Let me give him a call and see if I can get him to answer.
My son. 😌
January 2, 2026 at 2:20 AM
My son. 😌
“Werewolves…” mutters and rolls his eyes.
December 14, 2025 at 7:34 PM
“Werewolves…” mutters and rolls his eyes.
He would still not mention anything else about his son-in-law “No, I didn’t.”
He wasn't mad, if anything, he was trying not to laugh at the circumstances. But, his husband was definitely wasn't a twink. "You didn't know that?"
“Fine! Sorry! See what I mean? I’ll keep my mouth shut. Seven years older?!”
December 14, 2025 at 7:32 PM
He would still not mention anything else about his son-in-law “No, I didn’t.”
My son tattled on me?!
December 14, 2025 at 7:31 PM
My son tattled on me?!
“Fine! Sorry! See what I mean? I’ll keep my mouth shut. Seven years older?!”
His jaw drops, staring. "Dad! He's not...that. I'm really starting to dislike that word. Plus, he's older than I am by seven years."
“I know, kid. I noticed his physique, but I wasn’t going to say anything about it. If anything I’d say he’s the twink.”
December 14, 2025 at 7:24 PM
“Fine! Sorry! See what I mean? I’ll keep my mouth shut. Seven years older?!”
“I know, kid. I noticed his physique, but I wasn’t going to say anything about it. If anything I’d say he’s the twink.”
"Oh...I wasn't trying to...Mm."
“I’m not one to judge and I’m not going to criticise your husband. I don’t want any trouble with you, or him.”
December 14, 2025 at 7:17 PM
“I know, kid. I noticed his physique, but I wasn’t going to say anything about it. If anything I’d say he’s the twink.”
“I’m not one to judge and I’m not going to criticise your husband. I don’t want any trouble with you, or him.”
"No, not really. But, you've seen my husband. He's a beanpole with muscle. A cute one, at that."
“Just making sure.” He retuned the squeeze and smirked. “Not too lanky for you? Good.”
December 14, 2025 at 7:12 PM
“I’m not one to judge and I’m not going to criticise your husband. I don’t want any trouble with you, or him.”
“Just making sure.” He retuned the squeeze and smirked. “Not too lanky for you? Good.”
"I did say I was alright. Well, aside from feeling like I could vomit." He softly chuckles, gently squeezing his father before pulling away. "I don't know...I just felt like doing that since the last time we spoke." He shrugs.
He was surprised by the sudden hug but returned it immediately, not willing to let the moment pass. “Anytime… you ok, son?”
December 14, 2025 at 7:06 PM
“Just making sure.” He retuned the squeeze and smirked. “Not too lanky for you? Good.”
He was surprised by the sudden hug but returned it immediately, not willing to let the moment pass. “Anytime… you ok, son?”
"No, I'm alright. Thanks, dad." He wraps his arms around his father's shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.
Need a bucket?
December 14, 2025 at 6:59 PM
He was surprised by the sudden hug but returned it immediately, not willing to let the moment pass. “Anytime… you ok, son?”
Need a bucket?
Not yet. I can feel it coming, though.
Are you throwing up?
December 14, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Need a bucket?
Are you throwing up?
The past few days have been fine...
Today, not so much. Bleh. 🥴
Today, not so much. Bleh. 🥴
December 14, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Are you throwing up?
“Thank you.” His smirk grew bigger. Until he heard his son, which led to his face contorting. “I don’t need that kind of information in my brain and you know that’s not what I meant.”
"Honestly, you're both sassholes." He stares at his father for a moment, blinking, then tilting his head. "I don't know...he's pretty gay." He hums absentmindedly. "Very pretty and gay."
He laughed before shaking his head. “I was afraid you ended up more like me. I like the angel better.” He curled his upper lip. “If he were that kind of person still, I would scare him straight.”
December 13, 2025 at 2:38 AM
“Thank you.” His smirk grew bigger. Until he heard his son, which led to his face contorting. “I don’t need that kind of information in my brain and you know that’s not what I meant.”
I don’t know, I think he hit the nail on the head.
December 13, 2025 at 2:36 AM
I don’t know, I think he hit the nail on the head.
He laughed before shaking his head. “I was afraid you ended up more like me. I like the angel better.” He curled his upper lip. “If he were that kind of person still, I would scare him straight.”
The smirk is returned. "You’re just now getting that? As I’ve told my little brother, I’m a sassy genius." He frowns slightly, shifting his stance. "He was like that when we first met. Mama’s scent is what saved me. Thank fuck I took his jacket. BUT, he’s not that person anymore."
He stared at his son, arched eyebrow before smirking. “You have your mama’s sass. I thought you don’t like doing the miracle thing. I honestly believe you wouldn’t be here if he was that type of hunter. I’m glad he’s taking care of you though.”
December 13, 2025 at 2:20 AM
He laughed before shaking his head. “I was afraid you ended up more like me. I like the angel better.” He curled his upper lip. “If he were that kind of person still, I would scare him straight.”
He stared at his son, arched eyebrow before smirking. “You have your mama’s sass. I thought you don’t like doing the miracle thing. I honestly believe you wouldn’t be here if he was that type of hunter. I’m glad he’s taking care of you though.”
"You know, I can do the thing too." He snorts at the hiss. "Oh-ho...don't let him hear that. And he isn't a hunter anymore, at least not a shoot first and ask questions never type. ThankYEWverymuch."
“You’re being too dramatic, son. You’re not killing anyone, you’re just causing bruises. It’s a big difference. And I could always snap my fingers and get everything sorted.” He made a face and hissed. “I’d like to think I’m very different from a hunter. Thankyouverymuch.”
December 13, 2025 at 1:42 AM
He stared at his son, arched eyebrow before smirking. “You have your mama’s sass. I thought you don’t like doing the miracle thing. I honestly believe you wouldn’t be here if he was that type of hunter. I’m glad he’s taking care of you though.”
“You’re being too dramatic, son. You’re not killing anyone, you’re just causing bruises. It’s a big difference. And I could always snap my fingers and get everything sorted.” He made a face and hissed. “I’d like to think I’m very different from a hunter. Thankyouverymuch.”
"I thought you didn't like it when humans are harmed?" He raised a brow. "I think my husband is rubbing off on you, in many ways. Wait. That sounded..." He grunts. "Yousoundlikevictor."
“Watch you shooting at him? Ah, alright. Because if he has anything to say about my granddaughters…”
December 13, 2025 at 1:31 AM
“You’re being too dramatic, son. You’re not killing anyone, you’re just causing bruises. It’s a big difference. And I could always snap my fingers and get everything sorted.” He made a face and hissed. “I’d like to think I’m very different from a hunter. Thankyouverymuch.”
“Watch you shooting at him? Ah, alright. Because if he has anything to say about my granddaughters…”
"It was an amazing night for sure. Watch what? No, he's never met them and I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible."
“You had your hunting night? Without killing, that is. Sounds fun. Can I watch? Hold on. Does he not like the girls?”
December 13, 2025 at 1:19 AM
“Watch you shooting at him? Ah, alright. Because if he has anything to say about my granddaughters…”
“You had your hunting night? Without killing, that is. Sounds fun. Can I watch? Hold on. Does he not like the girls?”
"Victor brought me along for a hayride in the woods, and we pelted people dressed up as various monsters. You can still have the sleepover, but I typically wait until they're at school to mess with him since that's when he usually drops by."
“What did you get into in Halloween? Then let me take the girls for you, we’ll make it a sleepover and you can shoot him.”
December 13, 2025 at 12:45 AM
“You had your hunting night? Without killing, that is. Sounds fun. Can I watch? Hold on. Does he not like the girls?”
“What did you get into in Halloween? Then let me take the girls for you, we’ll make it a sleepover and you can shoot him.”
"Why? I have paintball guns in the guest bedroom left over from last Halloween. I can just grab one and start pelting him if he pisses me off enough. You know, maybe when the girls aren't around...now that I think about it."
“That’s very true. Want me to make it happen?”
December 13, 2025 at 12:15 AM
“What did you get into in Halloween? Then let me take the girls for you, we’ll make it a sleepover and you can shoot him.”
“That’s very true. Want me to make it happen?”
"Why? I can still take shots at him with paintballs."
“Paintball! That was a strategy to build trust and some shit like that. Try going to paintball. If you want to work on that relationship for your husband’s sake. Er… maybe after having the baby.”
December 13, 2025 at 12:06 AM
“That’s very true. Want me to make it happen?”
“Paintball! That was a strategy to build trust and some shit like that. Try going to paintball. If you want to work on that relationship for your husband’s sake. Er… maybe after having the baby.”
"Remy is the name, a friend from Victor's hunting days, so if you're talking about an ex Reaper, then absolutely, he's one of them. To be honest, he's a jackass...He's lucky my husband cares about him, or he wouldn't be breathing."
“He called you that?! A human from his past? I’m assuming he’s one of them. A boot is the least you could throw at him.”
December 12, 2025 at 11:53 PM
“Paintball! That was a strategy to build trust and some shit like that. Try going to paintball. If you want to work on that relationship for your husband’s sake. Er… maybe after having the baby.”