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“ It’s good for me! Painted cherub!”

“That’s no reason at all.”

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“ I’m not even going that fast, we’re going kilometers an hour, as you Americans say. I usually go faster than this but fine I’ll slow down.”

The car’s speed went down to 80 kilometers and Crowley looked slightly annoyed.

“ No he gets all touchy when someone other than him has his books. He fusses about folding pages and being slow when turning the page, I swear he acts like a grandma sometimes.”

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“I see; though I don’t see why he just open a library. He gets to collect all these wonderful old books and have no one buy them. Old bibles and literature is a wonder to read. I wish I had enough time to settle down and read some. And I–”

She paused, giving the male a weird look. They had been going faster and faster, and it was truly frightening her. “Could you possible slow do-down? You’re past the sp-speed limit…”

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“ Well he owns a bookstore to keep his books in but he purposely puts wacky opening times so no one can buy his books. They’re usually old bibles or literature, so I can’t see why people would buy them.”

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“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Crowley.” She responded, giving him a small smile. “Supporting your friend? That’s very sweet of you.”

Jaimison raised her eyebrow at his speed, clutching her bag handle tightly. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but she chose against it since he was probably the only chance to a ride in a while. “It’s fine. I don’t mind the books. Is your friend a book collector?”

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I loved Undertale the whole way through but I think my favorite part has to be Mettaton’s battle. 

Afterward it made me happy and a little proud of what I do 

I also loved the part with the callers because I think Mettaton is me sometimes. I believe that no one really cares and if I did something outlandish they’ll finally care.

I guess I just relate to Mettaton on a personal level, because it was obvious that Mettaton wanted to go to the human world because he thought celebrities would be taken good care of and that he wasn’t cared for in the underground.

sorry for the ramble but seriously I’m feeling his muse

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Send me ♆ for your character walking in on mine crying.

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The 15th Icon in Your folder is Your Muse’s reaction to seeing “Dat Ass”..

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Not Another Munday Meme

☠ What song would be played at your muse’s funeral?

☮ What puts your mind at peace? What hobbies do you use to keep your mind off of stress?

☯ What's your dream tattoo?

♠ Is it easier to play a morally questionable muse or a morally good muse?

♥ Do you have a crush on anyone?

♡ If you could meet one person, living or dead, who would it be?

♢ Do you like to write fluff?

★ Who is the one muse that your muse loves above all others?

⚜ What other muses do you play?

☄ What's one thing roleplay wise that has been annoying you here lately?

☾ What's your most wished for AU?

☽ What muse do you want to rp with?

☼ What do you do when you're not rping?

☀ Describe the best day of your life.

☁ Is it rainy or about to rain where you are?

☂ What does your muse's umbrella look like?

✌ Describe the strangest thing in the room you're in right now.

✖ Thoughts on reblog karma?

回 What historical AU do you want to do most with your muse?

✧ Are you currently in school/college?

✦ What's your ringtone?

❤ What's been your favorite thread so far on this muse account?

❥ Who is your favorite muse to play?

™ Do you prefer writing OCs or canon muses?

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♬ What song is stuck in your head right now?

☆ Favorite icon of your muse?

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“ To gain information on how much patience you have.”

He stopped and he flicked Castiel’s forehead.

“ Also I’m a demon, so it’s in my nature.”

“Would you kindly stop? What is to gain from this? Why are you intent on making me irate?”

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“ No, I want to distance myself far away from hell. Bringing you here was my limit and if you didn’t get the memo from Lucy, I’m not supposed to be on earth right now. I am not in good terms with hell, and angel isn’t with good terms with heaven either.”

His phone rang again and he threw it in the lake.

“ That was probably angel, I’ll just say I broke it.” He mumbled under his breath. “ Can’t you teleport or something? You’re the ex-king of hell.”

Crow scoffed, listening to him ramble about it, looking back out the window. Personally, while he didn’t enjoy him, didn’t despise him as much as the other did. It was really quite am- using to listen to, like a child whining that their friends got a different dinner than them.

He looked back though, hearing the phone, interests suddenly risen again. A smirk grew on his face, and he looked at the other. ❝Hiding something are we? That can’t be healthy. What if it was important?❞

Crowley got out, and did what he needed to do, dumping the body in the lake, dusting off his hands, approaching the other again. ❝Oh aren’t you? Why not? Do I need to pay the cabby?❞

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fixed it

my friend sent me a picture and said it was crowley

i’m not even disappointed other than the fact it doesnt have any shades

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The Crowley Seal of Approval by ~Kaytara

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Green Fingers by Pika-la-Cynique

“Say goodbye to your little friend…”

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Artist: tehRyu

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“ I’m Anthony J. Crowley, I came to America for business reasons. Also because my colleague had some personal events happening. It was best that we moved here.”

He started the Bentley and drove off. He was way past the speed limit but he seemed to not slow down.

“ Usually my friend would be in the car with me but he needed to handle something on his own. I’m sorry about all the old books under your seat.”

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“Town’s name Crested Butte. Oh? What made you come over?”

Buckling her seat belt, she shifted her bags to her lap. Jaimison glanced at the driver before gazing out the window.

“’M Jaimison. Jaimison Blackwood. What’s yours?”

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“ No, I just despise his being and wish someone would rip out his entrails with an angel blade. You wouldn’t understand my unending hate and disrespect for that waste of space in hell. He’s pig-headed and doesn’t use intelligent tactics to send people to hell, like he believes killing people sends them there.”

Crowley grew quiet for a few minutes, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. It wasn’t until his phone rang that he picked it up and he immediately hung up. An annoyed look came across his face as he grumbled away behind the wheel.

He made a turn and parked in front of a lake, he stepped out of the car and pulled out a cigarette. He put a lighter to it and inhaled deeply.

“ Hurry up, I’m not riding you back to who knows where by the way.”

He watched quietly as the hand slipped in and out of his pocket, curious what it had been searching for. Leaning back in the seat, he watches Crowley through the rear view mirror, his ever present grin on his face. He turned his head after looking at the other for a moment, and looked outside at the passing road. ❝I’m offended. Are you saying I don’t wash my hands after dealing with dead bodies? That certainly was uncalled for. However yes, I think I am okay on the angry angel quota for the century.❞

He looked back forward. ❝What, were you jealous of him as well? And no, he is still as self centered and as high in ranks as before. He’s just, secluded himself, doing, well. What he wasn’t afraid to tell people about in public.❞

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Crowley started the Bentley with a roar and started driving, a hand felt his inside coat pocket to make sure he still had the spray bottle on him. The hand went back to the steering wheel and turned the volume up on the radio so it was blasting ‘Stayin’ Alive’ by the Beegees.

“ Thanks for the compliment, and don’t put your filthy hands on the books in the back, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to see an angry angel again.”

“ Did Beezlebub get demoted yet? Last I saw him was twenty seven years ago, drooling all over himself like a Fuckin’ pig.”

❝Glad I could keep up with your standards.❞ He smirked, tapping on the top of the car before vanishing for a second, to return with the body in a body bag. Putting it into the trunk, he closed it, and rather gently sat in the back seat diagonal of him, looking at the other.

❝Try anything? My whatever do you mean? I would never lie or deceive. That’s just unheard of. You’re looking well, by the way.❞ His grin only gr- ew as he looked at the other.