#antisaintiism

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           ‘  sorry, pal.  you got the wrong guy.  ’      /   @antisaintiism

[cfkillers]

‘ you’re a cambion? ‘ claire was confused but not at his species, at his appearance. ‘ but where are your horns? ‘ 

@antisaintiism

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From this meme here:

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

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Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

@antisaintiism

[stardvstdaughter]

@antisaintiism (cont.):

The ANTICHRIST was frustrated, the huntress who was in front of him had not said a s i n g l e word since she had been awake. He tried several different attempts, resulting in the victim screams of pain. He closed his eyes taking in a sharp inhale, perhaps a DIFFERENT approach would work. In the distance, a sound could be heard. Squeaking. It begins to grow louder, until there’s scratching on the door behind him. Of course they weren’t real, he was just toying with Claire’s mind.

Stop! Stop! A voice rang in Jesse head, his HUMANITY was trapped inside while his darkness took over. It was a result of his own fault, overusing his powers could do this to him, making him something he w a s n ‘t. He dismissed the voice and continued on, looking down at Claire who was already weak from loss of blood.

“I’d start talking, if I were you. The rats are hungry and are drawn to the smell of blood.”

The room swam, even her awareness of the unnatural heaviness of her limbs coming and going in darkness-mottled waves.  A runnel of blood dripped from Claire’s lower lip, the shoulder of one bound arm rolling slightly in her desire to wipe it away.  Instead, she spat, aiming for the floor by their feet.  All she had to do was wait this out, keep him occupied until he came out of whatever this was...

That was when the noises started, high squeaks and a nearly inaudible skittering just beyond the closed door.  She could see them in her mind’s eye; greasy gray fur, yellowed teeth, pink noses twitching as they scratched and clambered for a way towards the metallic stink of her wounded body.  A damning, involuntary shiver swept through her frame like a frigid wind on an autumn day, her steady silence persisting a moment longer before her gray-blue gaze rose to meet the cambion’s own. 

"―Who are you, fuckin’ Willard now?”

[waywardfeathered]

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[townwxtch-a]

@antisaintiism liked for a starter

“So what exactly are you doing?”, the witch looked him over for a moment as she raised an eyebrow. Something was off about him, though she wasn’t sure what yet.

[dean-theshifter-winchester]

“Where am I?”

“Does it fucking look like I know? I’m just as much as a hostage as you are.”

[singersonlydaughter]

@antisaintiism because fuck yeah

“Quit hogging the damn bathroom!”