((Been a hell of a change today, i still track crowleyandcas, and now twolittlewords, and also twolittlewordsisurrender.
If you have any questions relating to the relationship between Crowley and your character, feel free to ask!
Here is what happened, enjoy the read <3
((Just another reminder: THE BOYS HAVE MOVED!
Like… months ago. So…
ANYWAY, slight change in name, because they’re not just an ask blog anymore. There is still plot, in fact their more plot. And more friends, and more awesome stuff.
I just got rid of the ‘ask’ bit in the front. But it’s still me! And I still do answer questions!
Ah, don’t you mean ‘Oh my God, was that thing Tony Stark said about bongos and bag of weed a Gabriel reference?’
If we’re not about to be killed by an angry Angel of Destruction, then there’s a copy of me leaving cryptic messages and an Angry Hellhound in me.
Always something, eh Crowls?
Shut up, Gabriel.
Shitty way to figure things out though.
Would have gotten laid this morning if it were for that hound.
((A quick fic for what happened this morning in the mansion.
I was really hoping these pictures from the Bachelor party wouldn’t surface.
Not sure. I don’t hear screaming, I don’t feel anything wrong.
Might just be chatting, you never know.
Of course you can’t. He’s clever.
Obviously something else is going on… whether it’s him screwing with us to gain the upper hand again or him being freakishly helpful, we won’t know until he makes his move.
Just be cautious.
Off to have a chat with Nick…
I don’t think that’s wise given your current state, Crowley. I’ll go.
How was he killed?
And I do not believe your ‘shock’ at all.
Then if you’re so fucking certain, where’d he come from?!
And why is it, whenever Crowley is angry at you, that he begins to act feral?
If you wanted to look after them you wouldn’t have brought them to Abbadon! You wouldn’t have hurt Brig and Bobby!
You came to my home afterwards to gloat! And whatever this is this… Cerberus, whatever you call it… You brought it out of me!
Don’t lie to me and expect to get away with it.
I want proof. And if you’ve got none, don’t try.
… Maybe it’s me going soft, but I’m actually disappointed.
I’m disappointed that you turned and sold us out. Disappointed in you.