Welcome to Hell, Darling.

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((I am alive.))

#ooc

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dobsleyholic

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

my-life-is-strange-deactivated2

I’ve seen this going around, so sure, why not.

knightarcana

Hey I would like to do this please.

reunionize

sure, I’ll bite

#meme

Crowley. I've got my answer for you. I'm not going to be by your side. You're a demon. I've picked my side.

*Heaves an annoyed sigh, turning his head in her direction.* Your loss, angel. *The hell hound at his feet gives a loud growl, but doesn't move without command.*

#Crowley answers #frirey-angel

OOC:

Time for sleeps. You know the drill homies! Night! /smooshes all of the faces.

#sleeping #ooc

“Oh come now. It’s not a deal. Its more looking out for mutual interests.” The demon taps his chin thoughtfully a moment. “But your lot were never very good at looking out for both parties.”

“Demons are not worth… ‘looking out for’,” Michael frowned. Why would they be? They were abominations; proof of Lucifer’s rebellion against their Father. They were the living reminders of his beloved brother’s sin, and just looking at them repulsed him. “Regardless of what they offer.”

#Blind Crowley #Magic anon #viceroyofheaven #Crowley is a sassy bitch

"You hurt me so, angel." Crowley's voice is amused. "But I'll drop it. For now. In no mood for smiting you see. Just fancied a drink."

He tugs on the leash, the hell hound starting off in the lead again, guiding its master on. "Thanks for the warning, mate. I'll be seeing you, not too soon I hope."

samtiel-deactivated20121223

Life Ruiners ↳ Mark Sheppard

#life ruiner #Mark Sheppard #Actor #Crowley #Photo #The Colt

“If you say so, love.” His steps are more sure now that he has the hell hound to guide him along, but he pauses a moment to speak. “The option is on the table if you want to reconsider.”

Michael glanced down at the hound, very much tempted to kill it, but resisted the urge. Instead, he moved his gaze back to the demon before him, his lips set in a frown. “I do not make deals with the likes of demons.”

"Oh come now. It's not a deal. Its more looking out for mutual interests." The demon taps his chin thoughtfully a moment. "But your lot were never very good at looking out for both parties."

“And why would that be?” He smirks in the angel’s direction. “Like the way I run things down stairs?” His tone was smug as was the smirk on his face as he took a step closer to the angel. “You know if you like the way things are going down stairs you could always help me stay in power, mate. As strong as I am my position isn’t too stable especially now.” He takes a step past the angel, his hound letting out a low growl. “Just a thought.”

“I find it deplorable, if I must speak the truth,” Michael replied, because it was true. But Crowley was predictable in his own little way, and the Archangel had found how to keep their little equilibrium. With all the other things he had to do, he honestly didn’t want to go through the trouble of figuring out everything all over again, should another ruler usurp the throne of Hell. “I will offer you no assistance, and neither will any other angel who wish to be granted re-entry into Heaven.”

"If you say so, love." His steps are more sure now that he has the hell hound to guide him along, but he pauses a moment to speak. "The option is on the table if you want to reconsider."

He gives a short huff, scratching the hell hound behind its ears. “I’d like to see them try and take the crown. Even without my eyes I’m still a lot more powerful than that lot.” The demon pulls a pair of sunglasses from the breast pocket of his suit sliding them over his eyes. “I’m over joyed for your concern.”

“Perhaps,” Michael responded, looking at his little reflection on the surface of Crowley’s sunglasses. “And do not think I am here only because I care about your wellbeing. You repulse me, still. I only wished to make sure that you were aware.”

"And why would that be?" He smirks in the angel's direction. "Like the way I run things down stairs?" His tone was smug as was the smirk on his face as he took a step closer to the angel. "You know if you like the way things are going down stairs you could always help me stay in power, mate. As strong as I am my position isn't too stable especially now." He takes a step past the angel, his hound letting out a low growl. "Just a thought."

#castiel #balthazar #dean #sam #winchester #crowley #gabriel #angels #demon #hellhound #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #Fanart

jamesfranciscagney

This never stops being super cute.

The hound growls at the presence of angel, but the demon places a hand atop its head turning in the direction of Michael’s voice. “A king has to run his kingdom. Hell is a twenty-four hour job, mate.”

Michael didn’t even glance at the hellhound. (It was such an ugly, grotesque creature… he almost felt a tinge of annoyance, for knowing that it was mutts like these that ripped apart his intended vessel before he was dragged to Hell.) “You are not doing a very good job, then, in running this little kingdom of yours. I assume you are already well-aware that news of your… infliction, has spread amongst the demons?”

He gives a short huff, scratching the hell hound behind its ears. "I'd like to see them try and take the crown. Even without my eyes I'm still a lot more powerful than that lot." The demon pulls a pair of sunglasses from the breast pocket of his suit sliding them over his eyes. "I'm over joyed for your concern."

Crowley lets out a high whistle, his faithful hell hound coming to his call.

“Sit.” And the hound does, allowing its master to put a leash around it. “You’ll be my eyes won’t you? Who is daddy’s good boy?”

The hound lets out a deep ripping bark followed by some pants, as Crowley reaches out to pet the creature’s head. “Yes you are. Now, lets go get daddy a drink.”

“You are adjusting surprisingly well, for someone who is blind,” Michael remarked, appearing just a few feet behind Crowley with naught but the sound of gently flapping wings.