#malusspiritus

[fallennotforgotten]

This Is The End | Castiel & Meg

Just one more hit.

Or two.

Castiel embraced the smoke surrounding him as he exhaled his last puff. Passing the joint to Meg, so his hand would be free to trace the curves of her vessel. Shifting to press his bare, scarred and human, body against her’s, as he pulled her in beneath their blanket.

He placed a kiss to her exposed shoulder, and rested his head thereafter. Knowing he had responsibilities outside of this, that he needed to complete. “If I don’t get going on that supply run, the commander will have my head.” Pissing Dean off more than his usual, was never on Castiel’s to do list. “We should get back before sunset, anyhow.”

It was safer that way.

For him.

@malusspiritus

[altarsburning]

@malusspiritus — from here.

lilith looked at her a long moment, before stepping up, gently taking meg’s face in her hand. ‘ you’re not fine. ‘ it’s a soft statement, and she’s using the sleeve of her black shirt to wipe the blood from meg’s face. ‘ you need to eat, or you’re going to take too long to heal. ‘

[respect-the-king]

Bad Touch Meme

@malusspiritus - continued from here

Crowley hit the ground with a grunt, both out of pain and frustration. “Well that was dramatic,” he huffed as he picked himself up. For the moment, he was focused on dusting himself off and checking for any stains or marks on his precious tailored suit. 

Once he was finished inspecting it, Crowley looked back at Meg with all the loathing he usually greeted her with. “And thank you for racking up my cleaning bill. It was almost worth it just to wind you up. You do make it so easy.”

[gavrele-a]

                ❝ $23 and a chicken nugget says i’m the faster draw. ❞

                there’s a playful tilt to his tone, matching the ghost of a smile that hid tense lines and tired eyes. gabriel’s posture was relaxed, but that didn’t mean that that wasn’t ready to change at the drop of a hat.

                running across a demon on his travels away from the winchesters had not been on his to-do list, getting into a fight with one still wasn’t. he had no idea if this one was loyal to his brother, or if she would recognize him for who he was, but he wasn’t delusional to think that, low grace or not, she wouldn’t be able to recognize what he was.

                ❝ i’ll throw in a big mac if you forget you ever saw me. ❞

/ / @malusspiritus    -   sc.

[applesccd]

@malusspiritus

Someone was close behind her, had been for a while. The demon finally turned when the stranger made enough sound for her to notice and she was met with a rather confusing stranger.

“…For what? You or that half-eaten apple? ‘Cause I gotta say neither is tempting at the moment.”

“Wouldn’t recommend me,” he shrugged after swallowing his bite. Going into his battered leather jacket, he plucked from his pocket a fresh bright green apple, and tossed it at her “-enjoy. Compliments of Mother Nature ‘erself,”

[noditchablepromdate]

68 huh? So close to 69...wanna give it a test-run?

What exactly are we gonna be testing, huh?

[waywardfeathered]

What one character you’ve thought of RPing but haven’t yet?

mun asks // @malusspiritus

if you had asked me like 48 hours ago i could have said charlie bradbury but i made a 4am decision and actually made a blog for her oh my god. but honestly, i think about rp-ing a lot of characters! if i gotta choose one i actually might have as a muse sometime, maybe the tardis. the time and space ship from doctor who that is sentient. really wanna write her.

[monochromehats-blog]

Teamwork | Meg and William

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Sweetwater was busy today. It was a month or so after a big advertising event and the rates had been lowered ever so slightly for one week only. It had been William’s idea. Get more lower paying customers in, give them the bug and have them return in a few years once they’ve saved up. It would create a wider demographic range and he thought it would be interesting to see what was happening. 

William was stood on a street corner, watching everyone pass. He’d been coming here for nearly 10 years and it still didn’t get old, the train pulling into the station, all the newcomers leaving and making their way down main street. Most would be pulled in by the hosts programmed to draw their attention but some, usually the repeat visitors, found their own way through the park, getting a horse and riding off to wherever they preferred. 

Usually he’d be in that last group but he’d finished the narrative he’d been working on for a while and was looking to start a new one, tick off another route this park could take him.