Cirne and I haven't done a collab in years until now. Our 7 day roguelike jam entry is set in a series of abyssal caves. you're a fish who has to go eat god
#iwtv#interview with the vampire#amc tvl#sam reid#jacob anderson

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Cirne and I haven't done a collab in years until now. Our 7 day roguelike jam entry is set in a series of abyssal caves. you're a fish who has to go eat god
DEIPHAGE-WARMOON RISING
Hellhound on my Trail
@deiphage
First, everything was dark and then, then it wasn’t. When Crowley’s eyes opened again, he was confused - he was lost, the world black and white, his memories sharp and yet they had to be wrong. He died. For once, Crowley had had no back up plan. It’d been foolish, trusting the Winchesters - following them with only one plan in mind and quickly perverting it for another, one he knew he wouldn’t survive. But he’d ran out of options, out of hope - out of faith.
He’d been oh so tired for far too long, Lucifer running free had just been the tip on the iceberg, the one little cherry on top that’d set him off and sent him into downward spiral towards self-sacrifice. For the greater good, he thought. It was, probably, if the Winchesters didn’t mess up again. Still, he clearly wasn’t dead and the arms he woke up in were too warm to be dead either. He spun around, his eyes unfocused at first, then slowly catching up. “Castiel?”
tfw the new SPN promo reminds you of your favorite thread. uh oh.
what happened to growing trust (crowley/castiel)?
it’s on hiatus. sorry.
💋 The mistletoe wasn't exactly subtle. Not that Castiel ever went for subtle. It was a very low-hanging sprig, barely clearing the demon King's meatsuit, grazing his hair. Cas had to duck a little under it when Crowley arrived, eyes closed and lips pursed expectantly; he was going to get his Christmas kiss if nothing else, damnit.