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āDid you move the flathead screwdriver from the junk drawer in the kitchen?ā She asked, digging through various items, making quite the noise.Ā āBecause that tool wasnāt just a screwdriver, and I kinda need it.ā
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@extemplo-venator-singer
āDid you move the flathead screwdriver from the junk drawer in the kitchen?ā She asked, digging through various items, making quite the noise.Ā āBecause that tool wasnāt just a screwdriver, and I kinda need it.ā

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Secrets need to stay hidden
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Crowley had a secret nobody outside of Hell knew. He didnāt wantĀ anybody to know, really. He wasnāt ashamed to be what he was, but he could imagine better. King.Ā Not that he wasnāt already leading the Hounds, training them and making sure they stayed in line and did what they were told to, but he wanted more.Ā
Although, currently he didnāt care about the throne. Heād come for an entirely different reason. The reason he was out there was a certain hunter snoring quite loudly inside a tent not too far from where he laid. He sneaked around him a few times, accidentally ran into things to make a noise and wake the hunter, but now he was just watching from afar, howling on occasion for the extra scare. Hunters were jumpy, he couldnāt help but want to use that for his entertainment.Ā
The great shipwreck of life
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Crowley didn't know how long it had been. Hours blurred into days and days blurred into weeks and he had lost track of how long he's been locked up in that kennel the first time. He just knew he'd wanted out. He knew better now. This is where he belonged, where he was meant to be. It's always been like that, but apparently he had to be taught the hard way. He belonged by their King's feet, his master's feet and well, loyalty felt good. The fear didn't, but at least he didn't have to fear death anymore. At least not for now.
Lucifer had gotten word that the Winchesters were looking for him, they wanted to try again, they wanted for him to help them slay Amara and they had found another hand of God. He had o hand it to them, they were smarter than he thought. Lucifer was their only chance at survival. When Lucifer left he'd put him back in his kennel and that's where Crowley still was when he heard something outside. He flinched away from where the kennel would open, silently praying the deal had gone well. His bruises weren't even remotely healed yet, his body ached and he was tired. "...don't." He rasped.
There's no one like you I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do I just want to be loved by you
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Ship that you have as an OTP: š¹
Adamandriel for sure <3 And Faramir/Eowynn, Abed Nadir/Troy Barnes (Community)
Ship that makes you sad: š
Not sure. I know there are a lot of them, but I canāt think of them off the top of my head. I guess Dean/Cassie? Oooh. And Pinkman/Jane (Breaking Bad)
Ship that you secretly like: š
Jackie/Kelso (ThatĀ ā70s Show), Michael/Dean *shifty eyes*, Samandriel/Dean, *more shifty eyes* There are others, Iām kind of shiptrash, but those are the ones that come to mind. And itās not really a secret, but Snufkin/Moomin in a small crush, very innocent kind of way.Ā
Ship that you find most sexy: š
Adamandriel, and Vasilly/Tania in Enemy at the Gates, like, omg. Yuss.Ā
Ship that is canon but you donāt ship: š¤
Fucking Ross and Rachel. And fucking Ted and Robin (HIMYM). Do not get me started like, holy shit, I would build a salt mine that could employ thousands.Ā

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āSamandriel and Bobby watch fireworks togetherā.
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It was July 4th. A date that held no significance to the angel, but apparently did a great deal for the American humans. Bobby Singer was no exception. They were laying on the hood of a truck in Bobbyās salvage yard, a place Samandriel found himself visiting often. āSo you celebrate the day you declared yourself independent from the British Empire by exploding mixtures of gunpowder and chemicals into the sky? Have I got that correct?ā
ā āæ ģ ā āæ ā ā ⯠⯠ⳠⲠ⼠ā ā ᦠā ā ā - three people <3
ā :Fondest role-play memory, between muses?
Thatās actually been one of my first real threads on here. It was Crobby (who wouldāve thought *coughs*) with my first ever Bobby and it was the uh.. fuzziest thread I ever had. It was a wonderful life AU (I kill for those) and there were marriage plans and adopted kids (our OCs), dogs, a house and smuuuut. The fondest memory in that was uh.. the day they met the kids for the first time. I still kinda cry at that because feels and happiness and yeah. Nvm me.Ā
āæ :Fondest role-play memory, between muns?
I already spoke about my best friend on another post, so Iām gonna pick a second one. :P Iād say that one was with @damnatiinfinem. And it was the second we realized we were both into Omegaverse but didnāt quite want to admit to it because we didnāt know what the other person thinks of it. Well, at least thatās why I kept beating around the bush when it came to what I wanted. But when we did click on that, damn, it started something in us thatās still going. (The threads are still alive, hah.)
Shut up, Singer || closed
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Dinner had been fantastic. In fact, Jody missed having a reason to cook. And Bobby Singer was a damn good reason to cook. If the noises he made were any indication of how much he liked it, at least. He seemed happy. She wanted that for him, there was a time when she didnāt, when she thought he was just another drunk lunatic, but she knew better now.Ā
A lot better.Ā
The plates and bowls were back in the sink, the candles blown out in a rush and Jody had Bobby pinned underneath her on her own bed, one of his arms on each of his sides, right next to his head. Thatās when an idea struck. Lips pulled away from his and wandered to his ear instead.Ā āGot an idea, Singer. Promise you aināt gonna run when I let go?ā She grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.Ā