Hello, darling. Name's Amanda.
Holy Hell. Mom. Eternal Optimist. Devil's Advocate. Prophet. Trickster's daughter. Hufflepuff. Greyjoy. They just told me to get up there and cause trouble.
My daughter is the Princess of Hell.
One day, I met Mark Sheppard and it was the single greatest moment of my life. Our eyes locked across the table and he stole my M&Ms.
I like demons, minor characters, badass women, doomed school boys, dinosaurs, zombies, and Mark Sheppard. Sloths confuse anger me. Sandshrew is the best pokemon fight me.
Always here for people who need it.
OT3: Assholes with a Reputation
Art by Kadabbs
The continuation in the story of Miczariel, pertaining to events which led to her leaving Hell. The first chapter can be found [here].
Words: 2,980
Warnings: Violence, but it’s about demons so really.
Crowley had changed a lot of things when he had taken over Hell. He may be a demon but he was also a shrewd business man. The demons had all bitched and moaned about the changes (they were demons after all) and he had to appease them by letting them torture the souls that apparently didn’t mind waiting in line. Sometimes, when he needed to blow off some steam, he helped. It was hard being King.
The one thing Crowley was firm on was the use of telephones instead of old chalices full of blood. Sure, it got you out of having to sign a service contract which was almost as air-tight as one of Crowley’s deals but the blood had a tendency to splatter and it was a pain to get off his suit.
Besides, the chalices just didn’t fit in with the luxurious office he called his own.
He was going over a new deal from Vatican City when the phone rang. None of the lines on it were blinking. Crowley frowned and then looked at the Other Phone. The red one that sat in the corner on his desk and he loathed almost as much as the reason it was ringing.
“Yes. Make it quick.” He listened with the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers and then slammed the phone back into the cradle with a curt, “I’ll take care of it.”
“Fucking Winchesters,” Crowley said as he slipped on his jacket and prepared to go deal with whatever idiocy they had gotten up to this time. It was going to be a long night.
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They Never Asked For It
Summary: A short fic-thing about what might happen if Chuck met Andy.
Words: 930
Warnings: None
The first chapter in the story of Miczariel, pertaining to events which led to her leaving Hell. Takes place around the same time as Season Four.
Words: 1,586
Warnings: None
Gabriel and Crowley show why the last people you would want for neighbors are the King of Hell and a trickster archangel. I apologize for how bad this is in advance.
Words: 1,364
Warnings: None, really besides a brief mention of violence
Getting into the holiday spirit, Growley style.
Words: 1,176
Warnings: Standard warning about my lack of proof-reading.
Just a bit of hate-sex between Crowley and Miczariel, based on RP happenings.
Words: 1,239
Pairing: Crowley/Miczariel
Warnings: Smut, obviously
A little bit of smut involving Crowley wearing a kilt.
Words: 1,160
Warnings: None besides the fact that it might be terrible and I didn’t proof read.
A ficlet set in the Supernatural End!Verse.
Words: 1,056
Pairing: Growley Warnings: None
“It gets better,” Sam whispered seductively. Kevin swallowed as he looked up at the moose of a man while he was sprawled across the bed. “They never taught us about the gay sex in Advanced Placement Sex Ed,” he said. “Don’t worry,” Sam said as he began caressing Kevin, “I got a 174 on my LSAT.”
