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|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

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|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

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|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

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|| Hello everyone. So, my aunt just passed away due to cancer, which was why I was here and then not. Things have been pretty emotional over here, so I’m going to be gone a few more days. Thank you for your understanding. ||

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       {    ♚    }    ;;

        He watched the wheels turn in the other’s head, watched him rise, and watched him all the way across the diner until he sat right in front of him. “Nick, actually. But good try,” he replied with a grin, “The only people who call me Lucifer are the ones who like their asses kicked.” He popped a fry in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, looking the other over. Hellish, but not inherently of Hell. A cambion, maybe? Or a witch? Time would tell.

        “Couldn’t help but notice you starin’ at me,” Nick finally said, “Pro tip: when spying, don’t stare dead on at your target – and don’t sit across from them, either. There’s plenty of booths behind me that would have made much better spots for spying.”

     “Nick, then.” Crowley could respect the man’s choice of name. He had       changed his own some centuries ago. “Fergus the tailor” was hardly       an intimidating presence, after all. But Crowley the Witch? That had a       bit more of a ring to it (and didn’t earn bloody leprechaun jokes).

     “Normally I’m a bit more careful. But it’s been a long few weeks, you       see. I’m a bit off my game.” And there was plenty of truth to that. He       was almost embarrassed for the amateurish mistake. Still, there was       no sense dwelling on the past. “Let me guess. You’re after that pesky       little werewolf in town, aren’t you?”

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Magic and Bullets || Closed

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|| I’ve been working on finals all day. So I’m going to stay on this blog and get some posts in while I work. ||

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       ﹙ ✦ ﹚   She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss it now and again. You spend centuries in a place and it truly becomes part of you. So now and again, she’d flutter in, wander around, and flutter out. To have the freedom to do so again… It was a feeling she loved. No fear of Michael or anyone coming after her… Free to visit the places she once reigned. True, none of her court remained – mostly just lower level and Crossroads demons. But still, it was like visiting a childhood home.

                          Her curiosity was piqued with the King lately. How did he run his court? How did he deal with his underlings? How did he deal with that uncomfortable throne? So there she appeared. At first, it was a few of the Demons on the floor before Crowley who recognized her. A flick of her wings told them to relax and carry on. And when the King turned to her, she simply grinned, mischief in her eyes as her emerald covered wings twinkled with Hellfire.

                          “Not at the moment, no,” she replied, as if she’d just popped into some public place as opposed to the throne room in Hell, “Do continue, don’t mind me.”

     .... What in the hell was this? For a moment, the demon stared, confused      by the sudden presence, and by the aloof attitude with which she stood in      his throne room, as if she owned it. Irritation bubbled up under the surface.      Didn’t anyone around here have some damned respect for the King?

     Usurpers, traitors, Lucifer loyalists, low-level demons too ambitious for their      own damned good (he had been that way too, though he’d had the brains      and the conniving nature to back it up). Now he had to put up with... this!      Who was she?

     His eyes narrowed and he forced a calm over himself. He had no idea, after      all, what he was up against just yet, and he was not a man to dive head-      first into the shark tank. “Care to tell me your name, at least?”

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        {    ♚    }    ;;

         The note was received, and there was no hiding the small chuckle that slipped from Nick’s lips. Oh, good. A beastie with a sense of humor. Nick could appreciate that. At least this told him it wasn’t Demonic – if it was, the Demon would have been long gone by now. “Lucifer” wasn’t exactly unknown in those circles. So the fact that this being didn’t know him? Told a lot. Likely wasn’t the wolf he was looking for, either. He scribbled back on a note and slipped the waitress a $10 for her trouble, because more than likely she didn’t get her job to pass notes between two people in the diner.

                                               If I said it’s 666, would that be too on                                                the nose?

         Nick sipped his coffee and ate a bit more, eyes never leaving the man for more than a second. The last thing he wanted was for the other to vanish before Nick could determine if he was a threat or not.

     The note caused his brows to shoot up with curiosity, the cogs of      his mind turning again. He was a man that prided himself on his      intelligence, his craftiness, his ability to have all the information      that he needs. The note was a hint, and recalling what he knew      about active hunters? He was able to place a name.

     Nick “Lucifer” Novak. Quite a curious moniker. One that intrigued      him. There was no hiding behind glances anymore; they were      blatantly watching one another now, so he decided to cut the notes.      You know what they say. Friends close, enemies closer.

     Picking up his coffee, he crossed the diner, sliding into the seat      across from the hunter. “Lucifer, is it? Pleasure.”

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Magic and Bullets || Closed

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        ﹙ ✦ ﹚   There’s a flutter of wings as she settles behind the throne, watching him work silently.

     Hell was exhausting sometimes. Complaining demons, paperwork,      people trying constantly to take his throne. Honestly, couldn’t a man      just enjoy his throne without the mind-numbing tedium?

     He was halfway through listening to some mundane, long-winded      grievance when he heard the flutter of wings. Immediately, tension      filled the king’s shoulders. That sound was never a good thing; ev-      en Castiel was known to try and take the occasional (figurative)      swing at him. But it was best to maintain appearances. So forcing      calm over himself, he glanced over his shoulder. This one was new.

      “.... Something I can help you with, darling...?”

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Please reblog if you ACTUALLY read people's about pages.

It has come to my attention that some individuals take absolutely no effort to read about a character first before accusing a player of being off canon. 

Meanwhile the character is being played precisely as the character should be based on that character’s storyline in the about page.

Please reblog if you are not one of these people. 

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Someone, jokingly: Haha I kinda ship our muses

Me:

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kingoffallengrace:

        {    ♚    }    ;;

         Demons may have been Nick’s specialty, but that didn’t stop him from working other cases whenever he was close enough. And a werewolf? That was an elementary case. He considered even allowing one of the younger hunters take care of it. But he was only an hour away, and decided it’d be pretty damn irresponsible to just let it go on until someone else picked it up. Besides… That wasn’t how hunters worked. 

         Nick settled at the nearby motel, got his journals, his weapons, settled in, and went for food. He’d barely eaten anything before driving over and was currently starving. Something in the diner felt… off. Being touched by a Demon and surviving left traces on your soul, traces that Nick had learned came in handy. Like, for example, sensing when a room wasn’t quite right. When someone there had sold their soul, or was a Demon all together. He never knew who it was, but he could always tell when someone in a room had some connection to Hell. And today was no exception.

         He watched them all in silence, until… bingo. A man, a few tables down, who’d been staring at him and looked almost panicked when their eyes met. He chuckled, ordered a black coffee and sent a waitress over to the man, a note folded below the coffee:

                                                   I see you.

     He had known as soon as their eyes met that he was in trouble.      That’s what he got for being such a damned amateur about it.      The witch inwardly scolded himself as he accepted the note from      the waitress. Crowley slipped it open, eyes skimming over the      scrawled text. The witch’s eyes flickered up, fixing on the blonde      again as the cogs in his mind turned.

     He flashed a smile. Crowley was not afraid of hunters. Of course      not. He was a powerful witch. But that didn’t mean he was willing      to run around with a target on his back.

     He asked the waitress for a pen, scribbling down a note for her      to pass back to the hunter.

                              So then what are the chances                               of me getting your number?

Magic and Bullets || Closed

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Magic and Bullets || Closed

     He hated hunters. The whole lot of them. Moronic, hot-headed,      shoot-first-ask-questions-later, plaid-wearing bastards. How ma-      ny times had he been forced to deal with them? Okay, granted,      his nose wasn’t exactly clean as far as magic went, but how in      the hell would they know that? He was very careful to cover his      trails. But the second they learned he was a witch, he had shake      them because they cared more about killing him than finding out      if he actually deserved it.

     Anyway. He hated hunters. Which was why, when a blood were-      wolf showed up in town, he was irritated. Had the situation been      ideal, he would have simply ditched out right then, to avoid run-      ing into the inevitable hunter that would follow, but he still needed      that damned book. The one he was certain was in this red-neck      haven in the middle of Fuck-all, Virginia.

     He had hoped it would be a few weeks, at least, but sure enough,      three days after people started going missing, a hunter rolled into      town. Crowley could recognise one at a glance. He had to be able      to, if he wanted to survive. He didn’t run. Ditching out wasn’t an op-      tion, not when he was so close. So instead, he tried to lay low, to      avoid drawing attention.

     That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be gathering information. That was      how he ended up in the same diner as the blonde, occasionally      glancing his way over a cup of coffee.

     And then their eyes met and he sword under his breath at himself,      quickly glancing away.

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Purgatory || Open

The air was still.

He didn’t like it. By nature, he was naturally suspicious, and by rule of thumb, there was definitely such a thing as too quiet. No sunlight through the trees, no wind blowing, not a single cricket chirping. All of it set the demon on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck stand- ing on end.

It had been one thing to be here as the King of Hell, it was a whole other thing to be walking these endless forests as nothing more than just another monster, just another demon. Well. Maybe not just any demon. He was, after all, Crowley. But here? That name was just a name. He was either predator or prey.

The crack of a branch brought him to a stop, his senses on high alert. He didn’t carry a weapon like many here did. He didn’t need one. Wh- ile he may technically have been dead, he was still a demon, and he was still a witch, and that gave me all the edge he usually needed. That and the fact that he was ten times more intelligent than anything else in this (literally) god-forsaken place.

“Now,” he spoke, glancing over his shoulder, waiting to see just what creature would lurk out from behind the trees. “Is this really a fight you would like to pick?”                                                                                         [ ♚ ]

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          “Sounds kinky.”                   [ ♚ ]