#makeadealxkeepit

[knightinshiningimpala]

"Y'know, it's considered rude to just kinda sneak up on a guy. Could almost be considered downright stalker-y"

[domine-deus]

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[hellwardbound]

[ Voicemail: Crowley ]

This is probably the easiest call I have to make.

You motherfucker, your dogs are LOUD AS SHIT.

You need to keep a muzzle on these motherfuckers, I heard them coming a mile away. And sorry, I'm not sorry about shooting at them with salt rounds. I had calls to make, they're interferin' with my business, you understand.

You're the only one I get to say 'see you soon' to.

I hope you're right about the going into shock thing. These are hounds really pissed--hold on--...Yeah, that totally didn't help.

You're gonna be pissed about the holes I made in them, but you knew I wasn't going to go down easy.

[domine-deus]

Now that I've vomited Priest!Castiel all over your dash, I'm done with replies for right now.

Ones that I plan to work on tomorrow//soonish are shurleycommachuck fallen--king fortius-fideli differentmasks starofthemorning ingratiis

[x--abaddon]

 & I'm not scared of your stolen power --

[mortexincarnato-blog]

makeadealxkeepit

Crystalline walls decoded with prestigious embroiderer, beautifully crafted with the manufactured stitches of a thousand filaments held high amongst the sculpted confines built within a chandelier. Ashen and oak fragments wafted into Abaddon’s bloodstream, an intoxication that hummed against the subtle incarcerates of her essences esophagus, eliciting sparks to flame across the taste buds like a clandestine cast alight with its wick parched within a cathedral.

Sophistication, elegance, magnificence — the environs was captivated with ethereal beauty, and the quintessence of authority absorbed into her countenance. Yet, the beholder supplemented a power that was at thirst to her own, and with the footsteps proceeded against the threshold warranted the surged wrath to coax into her abdomen.

“Nice place." Amusement merited raven ink like brows to sprout across porcelain, beading into the crest as nimble fingertips incessantly tapped against the neck of a champagne glass. "Art, composition, provisions. Your minions — however."

Index strikes against the shell of her ear, the merciless whimpers vibrate.

[carryonthearchivebusiness-blog]

makeadealxkeepit replied to your post: I bid.. my own soul. that will NEVER not be...

Youre welcome

I love that whenever I even think of Crowley, you are the first one I think of.

[domine-deus]

         I know I shouldn't    f o r g i v e                                         you will make a { fool } of me                                trick me until I begin to doubt your truths--                                            lies mingle with reality                                                          I will believe you again                          c o l o r            m e              n a i v e