#murderdeals | crowley
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awkwardcourage · 8 months ago
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@murderdeals | cont.
" That makes us besties. "
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There's this thing inside of Hughie. It doesn't always come out. In fact, the majority of the time, it lays dormant, and Hughie does his best to pay it no mind; sometimes though, it takes hold of him. The violence that he's afraid of, that he abhors, sometimes, he enjoys. There's a cruel, nasty part to him that he tries to bury and pretend doesn't exist, but sometimes it can't be suffocated and that can result in a demon and their host brutally killed by his hand.
He can't pretend to feel bad yet, because he doesn't, all he feels right now is strength and fury and adrenaline coursing through him; and if anyone could understand what he's feeling at that moment, it should be a demon. Still, the phrasing 'dirty little secret' strikes a chord in Hughie and he suppresses a shiver, guilt kickstarted from just three words.
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"No. No, we- we're not 'besties', okay?" Hughie protests, as though he has any right to pretend he's got any sense of propriety left now. "We're like barely even acquaintances."
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bloodsalted · 7 months ago
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@murderdeals || meme continuation || from here.
you know? he thought that was a pretty good cheesy pick up line. and he tossed it crowley's way just to throw the demon off. make him wonder what the hell was going on. give him a lil bit of topsy turvy for his weeknight shenanigans of fucking around with dean. might as well toss it back. right? without the threats of violence and whatever else might come to mind given the circumstances at hand. yeah, there's a little bit of beer and whiskey that might be fueling the goofiness of it all. add in the fact that dean is..well..not quite himself but, then again, maybe more of himself than he'd ever admit to. but here they are. the two of them. what's done is done and now that COMPLIMENT is hanging in air. letting crowley digest it. like the watery little 'treat' dean compared him to.
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green eyes fill with black irises as he's pulled in. yes. his gaze did move from crowley's eyes to his mouth. where it lingers for a sweep of his tongue over his own bottom lip. then jerks up. underneath a set of lidded lashes. a smirk twists in place as the demon pulls away just before their mouths touch. dean's lips still tingle as if they did. and that moment where they almost did flashes through his mind, so fleeting, the memory causes his stomach to clench. hmmm. he'll think on that later. "mmm. lucky me, indeed. so.. when did it hit you? that you were too nervous to linger that close to me for long. much less do anything else about what goes on in your mind when you are."
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xxgotthedevilinsidexx · 2 months ago
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@murderdeals Asked :
" You really are something. " Crowley to Meg!
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【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Meg   smirked,   her   dark   eyes   glinting   with   amusement.   ❝   Why   thank   you.   I   do   try.   ❞   She   sauntered   closer   to   Crowley,   the   clicking   of   her   heels   echoing   in   the   dim   room.   ❝   But   flattery   will   get   you   nowhere   with   me.   What   is   it   you   want   ?   ❞   She   was   smart   enough   to   know,   everyone   wanted   something.
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The   tension   crackled   between   them,   a   dangerous   dance   of   wit   and   power.   Meg   stepped   back   a   bit   knowing   she   needed   to   remain   cautious.   It   not   like   she’s   been   playing   by   the   rules   as   of   late   especially   where   Sam   Winchester   was   involved.   Meg's   posture   stiffened   almost   imperceptibly.   While   she   and   Crowley   may   go   way   back   she   knows   there   are   somethings   he   wouldn't   forgive.   ❝   Is   there   something   you   wanted   because...   I've   got   places   to   be   and   demons   to   torment.   ❞   Her   voice   dripped   with   sarcasm.   ❝   I’m   a   busy   girl,   after   all.   ❞
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lasthymn · 7 months ago
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@murderdeals || most cliche lines of dialogue || accepting!
" danger is my middle name. " from Crowley lol
blue eyes narrow in confused thought. lips form around words that don't quite hit them on queue. jack is thinking. mulling this statement. this demon over before he makes any sort of hasty conclusions about whether or not he's telling the truth about this second name of his. a hand comes up. fingers curl towards his palm. one after another. until only his pointer is remaining upright. a gesture that he has learned means hold on a second, as dean would say. or if pointed in a direction means things like go to your room. or sit down right now. or get to this precise spot over here before you're hurt.
which is silly because he could protect the person ordering him around very easily. most of the time. if he is CAREFUL. so careful. like protecting a little butterfly. too much power in that protection could damage their wings beyond repair. beyond fixing. well. yet. he hopes.
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oh! or! it could mean a ton of other things that make one single motion of a finger mean so much that it's very hard to understand unless it's accompanied by an order. he's getting better at reading these things, though. much better. because he wants to understand the people he loves. or. even. say. this demon with his strange middle name.
finger up! he has his moment to ask. "i didn't know demons could have a middle name. i suppose there's no reason for them not to. if they want. what is your last name, crowley danger? should i have a middle name? i don't think i do. no one's ever told me. i should ask castiel. maybe he can give me a middle name." finger down?! crowley danger, you can continue.
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bansheeslain · 11 days ago
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@murderdeals " So, you are the gorgeous reason why Moose refuses to share his bed with me. " Typical Crowley, has to make it about intimacy which didn't even, ever, happen between himself and Sam.
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                              LIPREADING IS NO SCIENCE. Even the best and most experienced lipreaders can only understand about 30 to 40 % of what's being said. Usually, that's enough to get the gist of the conversation, but this time, Eileen is at a loss. "You want to have sex with a moose?" she repeats. A look of disgust darts across her face. "That's animal abuse. They can't give consent. Don't do that." 
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snnynatural · 9 months ago
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@murderdeals continued from here
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"well  first  of  all.."  sonny  started  with  clasping  her  hands  together.  placing  her  chin  right  on  top  of  it  as  she  looked  at  him.  "you  may  be  the  king  of  hell,  you  may  have  done  evil  things  because  well...  again,  king  of  hell.  but.."  now  the  huntress  sat  up  straighter.  if  there  was  one  thing  that  sonny  did,  she  always  liked  reading  people.  wanting  to  know  what  made  them  who  they  are.  "you  help  save  people  too.  you,  crowley,  actually  care  and  that  makes  you  the  baddest  bitch  in  town."
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qapsiel · 2 months ago
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@murderdeals ;; things said on discord (still accepting) Crowley said: "You know bullying is my love language and you’re still here, so…"
                                "CORRECTION," CASTIEL SAYS, "you're still here. This bunker is not your home." Well, neither is it Castiel's, strictly speaking, and he doesn't want to think about how Dean basically told him to leave when he was human (he had his reasons, of course, and Castiel knows this — which doesn't much help his feelings, though), but at least the brothers aren't bothered that Castiel is here. He even got his own room and Netflix account! Crowley's presence, however, gets nothing more than annoyed eye-rolls. "You have your palace. Funny how the king of hell doesn't want to spend time there."
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eyeless-smiles · 3 months ago
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@murderdeals | Encounters Human Corinthian
There's a certain demon who would take great revelery in the Corinthian's current predicament. And it's safe to say the ex-Nightmare has no intentions of accidentally bumping into him like this.
Meeting Crowley was a final Hail Mary attempt at trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. The crossroads demon had been in contact with his Creator, after all. Who's to say that the demon and Dream hadn't orchestrated this?
The Corinthian anxiously fiddles with the stem of his martini glass. He liked this cocktail bar when he was a Nightmare. But have martinis always tasted this shit? And no wonder humans hate wearing sunglasses indoors- he's squinting hard to try and make out every silhouette that steps through the bar doors. One of them has got to be Crowley- he checks his phone again. No messages. Was he being stood up? Or had the Corinthian's request to meet in a public space flagged something for the demon?
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awkwardcourage · 8 months ago
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@murderdeals | cont.
" Well, usually. Just want to chat. "
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It's this part of the life that Hughie is catastrophically unprepared for. When he had first started, he'd thought he'd be hunting monsters, big, scary, thoughtless things, creatures that were cruel by nature, not cruel for cruelty's sake. He had no idea that the monsters he would hunt could be so human. He knew that they could look human, but not that they had the capacity for the type of pain only humanity could dole out.
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It doesn't go beyond a beating, but it's obviously not by choice. Hughie's been beaten up before, though this goes beyond the bullying he's suffered in the past. This isn't high school. It's demons in an undisclosed location, he's alone and friendless and scared completely shitless. He's not very good at hiding it. He shakes his head at the menacing beckon, staying plastered to the wall, ass firmly on the ground. Maybe Crowley won't hurt him, but Hughie would rather stay out of physical range (even if Crowley can hurt him no matter where he is). "Can't- can't we just... talk here?"
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safetypinned · 4 months ago
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@murderdeals || crowley sends 😈 what does your character do? || this. (feat. @qapsiel)
sms // crowley ::
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bloodsalted · 4 months ago
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" Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way, I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend
Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me
No way, no way, you know it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend "
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he's got... nothing. absolutely nothing. just.. a blank stare. couple dead on blinks later, a mumble. "...that just happened. in real life. huh?"
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xxgotthedevilinsidexx · 16 days ago
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@murderdeals Asked :
❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜ Crowley to Meg
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【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――   ❝   Not   even   close,   darling,   ❞   Meg   drawled,   her   lips   curling   into   a   smirk.   ❝   For   one   thing,   my   taste   in   men   is   far   better.   ❞
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She   sauntered   closer,   her   posture   deceptively   casual   as   she   crossed   her   arms,   leaning   against   the   grimy   wall   of   the   abandoned   warehouse.   Meg's   eyes   glinted   with   a   mixture   of   amusement   and   danger   as   she   continued,   ❝   And   for   another,   I   prefer   my   partners   to   be   a   bit   taller.   ❞   Oh   how   she   loved   crawling   under   his   skin.   It   was   a   dangerous   game   but   one   she   greatly   enjoyed.
Meg   let   out   a   low,   sultry   chuckle,   pushing   off   the   wall   to   move   directly   in   front   of   him,   close   enough   that   he   could   feel   her   breath   on   his   face.   ❝   Thinking   about   it,   I’ve   never   seen   you   with   anyone   special,   Crowley.   Maybe   that’s   why   you’re   always   so   up   tight.   ❞   She   winked   before   continuing.   ❝   But   let's   cut   the   foreplay,   shall   we   ?   We   both   know   we’re   not   here   for   a   romantic   rendezvous.   ❞
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devourcr · 6 months ago
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( @murderdeals asked: " bloody moron ran right into my knife, i swear. " Crowley // blood prompts // always accepting !! )
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amber eyes fall to the warm corpse at his feet. it's a pity and a waste. he gives a slight wrinkle of his nose, the scent of blood quickly losing its allure without the heartbeat to accompany it. he's sure that it had been alive prior to meeting its death by crowley's hand. it just happened to have an extra guest living inside. eyebrows raise as his eyes lift again, this time focused in on the demon holding the knife.
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❝ hm, i've never known demons to be so clumsy, ❞ he replies, as if it doesn't put him in a semi-awkward position. it isn't crowley, but the other demon he'd planned a meeting with. though, he supposes he'll have to find another lead on the cursed object he'd been hunting.
❝ so, friend of yours? ❞ he directs a nod to the heap of a body. ❝ or just a little coincidence? ❞
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snnynatural · 3 months ago
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@cagedmenace @murderdeals
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qapsiel · 2 months ago
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Castiel's 'birthday': He'll find an envelope, red with a golden stamp on the back. On the front there's just his name in pretty handwriting and inside? A photo that shows Crowley with a rose between his teeth, where in the upper left corner is written "For my number one fan". In the bottom right, Crowley's signature. Congrats, you got an autograph from the biggest star in town!
Birthday Shenanigans!
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                            THE ENVELOPE CATCHES HIS ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY. He's curious — he's never received a letter before, after all, and he thought writing someone in a non-digital way was out of fashion these days. So, with growing anticipation, Castiel carefully opens the letter and pulls out the photo. His befuddled mind needs a second to understand its content and to switch from excitement to annoyance. Fucking Crowley. The photo goes up in flames in his hands, but he keeps the envelope, if only because his name looks pretty in that handwriting. The King of Hell must never know.
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eyeless-smiles · 7 months ago
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Power Switch + @murderdeals ' Crowley lmao
The Nightmare blinks. And to its surprise, its eyelids slide over something spherical and wet.
He blinks again, this time in complete astoundment. There is no rough pinch of teeth against his lashes. There is no tongue undulating deep in his sockets. They feel full.
He hands immediately reach to his face, dropping his head in his hands as hasty fingers press to the site of unnatural feeling. His index strikes the curve of his newly formed cornea. Lashes snap shut and he flinches back. That burns.
An impressed huff leaves his lips as he reaches his hands back, and his newly formed red eyes study the details of his palms. His vision is different- more focused. He now has peripherals- before he could see anything surrounding himself in lazer focus.
But now? His vision replicates what he has always seen through the eyes he consumed. But this isn't a fleeting moment of a few dozen memories- this is his own vision. It's real.
The Nightmare raises his head to look around like a man who has witnessed the birth of creation. Utterly taken aback, and in awe of what he sees. A pain grips his chest tightly, and he grimaces a little as a palm presses over his heart.
Its joy. He is feeling his own joy.
"Fuck... fuck."
The Nightmare exclaims quietly as it slowly swings in a circle to examine its entire surroundings. Taking in the experience of seeing the world through human eyes. They begin to itch, he blinks. He feels something wet rolling down his cheeks. A quick wipe with his fingers confirm that the liquid is clear.
Red irises come to fall on another figure- hunched over himself and facing away from the Nightmare- it's Crowley.
"Crowley- fuck- Crowley I have eyes." His giddiness can barely be contained as he rushes to the Demon's side, a hand on his shoulder, encouraging the Demon to -look-.
"Look at me- what colour are they? Do you have a mirror-" the Nightmare abruptly falls silent when his newly formed gaze meets what is left of Crowley's face.
A brief moment of fear strikes him that he had consumed Crowley's eyes- but no, beneath dark lashes, the Corinthian can see teeth.
That elation is carved down by a sudden icy stab of dread.
@qapsiel
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