Celia Bourne, hunter; If you're the right kind of person, you'll know what that means.
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{ ~ She's a
R e b e lShe's a S a i n t
She's salt of the earth And She's DANGEROUS~ } { ~ She's a R e b e l V i g i l a n t e Missing link on the brink of D E S T R U C T I O N ~ }

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See that woman in the stained glass window? Yeah. That's me. Or at least she's supposed to be.

{- Independent Supernatural OC RP blog for Saint Cecilia. Mun is 17+. -}

I’m all about human x monster friendships where the human is like “there’s this asshole at work” and the monster is like “should i eat them”

"‘no’
might make them angry
but
it will make you free."
Nayyirah Waheed, If No One Has Ever Told You, Your Freedom is More Important Than Their Anger (via quotebookshelf)

hauntxng:

            Even
              my
victories 
             are
tragedies

THINGS NOT TO IMAGINE UR OTP DOING

aleighx:

  • LAUGHING SO HARD OVER THE MOST RIDICULOUS SHIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, CLUTCHING THEIR STOMACHS, SNORTING AND STRUGGLING TO BREATHE
  • Person A leaving tHIGH HICKEYS ON PERSON B (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)
  • BOTH OF THEM BEING THE BEST FRIENDS THAT EVERYONE JUST ASSUMES IS A COUPLE AND NO ONe is even surprised when they announce their official bc wtf do u mean u werent before
  • GIVING EACH OTHER ESKIMO KISSES
  • GIVING EACH OTHER BUTTERFLY KISSES
  • FIGHTING OVER THE LAST COOKIE
  • WRESTLING MATCH ON THE COUCH THAT ENDS WITH ONE OF THEM HITTING THEIR HEADS ON THE FLOOR AND THE OTHER HAS TO KISS THE BOOBOO BETTER
  • GOING ON AN ICE SKATING DATE AND PERSON A BEING A KLUTZ THAT KEEPS FALLING SO PERSON B HAS TO HOLD THEIR HANDS BUT THEY BOTH END UP TRIPPING AND LANDING ON THEIR ASSES AND EVERYONE STARES AT THEM AS THEY KEEP LAUGHING
  • DOING CUDDLY MOVIE NIGHTS AND CRYING OVER CHEESY CHICK FLICKS
  • MAKING FUN OF BAD MOVIES TOGETHER
  • BEING THE ANNOYING PPL IN THE BACK OF A MOVIE THEATER THAT TRY TO THROW POPCORN AT PEOPLE
  • FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO BE BIG SPOON
  • NO
  • NOW I’M CRYING
  • ABORT MISSION ABORT ABORT 
  • I DIDN’T NEED THIS

   Oh, the cruelty and the cliché of it all. As if an immortal and a mortal together wasn’t somehow tragic enough. The fates had to conspire and fuck them over that much more. Cecilia had heard the whispers, knew the lore. That was one of the reasons she’d been so against finding the blade in the first place. Power like that never came without a steep price. And of course, against his will (or so she assumed), he’d had to pay in full. 

     She knew a call would be coming, though that hadn’t numbed the hurt or stopped the denial when she received it. Dead.Right

     The Saint had—unsurprisingly—refused to believe it; the whole thing was illogical, or maybe she just couldn’t let herself think for a moment it could be true. He was Dean Winchester; when had he ever stayed dead? Cecilia would tell herself this as reassurance. And she was, of course, soon proved right, though in a heavily unideal way.

    It took her longer than she would have liked to find him, but she had tracked him down now and it was highly doubtful that there was a way in Heaven or Hell that she would let him run. 

   Cecilia walked into the bar and her ears were immediately assaulted by the voice of singer who sounded almost as if they were trying to be terrible. “My god…” She muttered, looking to the stage with a slightly confused look but mostly worried gaze. The saint waited patiently for him to be done, staying to the darker edges of the room. Cecilia followed him with her eyes when he’d finished. She let him sit down and get comfortable before walking silently over to the bar, standing behind him, hands in her pockets and feet planted firmly. She spoke, her voice serious yet somehow playful in nature.

       ”Now, I know you for a fact can do so much better than that, Dean.” The mere suggestion of a smile dusted her lips. Her hair was shorter now, reaching only just to the visible beginning of her collarbone; but nearly everything else about her was the same, excepting a more obvious air of fierceness about her, and a temper with a fuse that had shortened just slightly.

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hxnteriheroici:

"All to save Dean Winchester."

           Independent Dean Winchester blog || All Seasons || Semi Selective
          Third Person Preferred || Multiverse/Multiship || Mainly post season 9
           OCs, AUs and Crossovers welcome || All triggers and NSFW tagged
               Mun and Muse 21+ || 8+ years of RP experience || 3+ on tumblr
                 Skype available for mutuals || Runs on EST || Askbox open
              Tracking hxnteriheroici || Previously notachickflick ||Run by Rion

                       "You don't think you deserve to be saved."

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"Explain yourself."

amittendimeaanimi:

amittendimeaanimi:

"––I thought it would help."

          “I just thought, maybe I could do something.”

Now how could she possibly pick up on that? Scott hadn’t even picked up on it yet, and she’s known him for a fraction of the time that they’ve been friends. It’s true of course, he’s been struggling, can’t focus, can’t sleep, the nightmares are getting bad and lately he’s, well, he’s afraid he’s losing his mind. But she shouldn’t be able to pick up on that, should she? 

           ”––What? I’m fine, totally fine. Why?”
    He’s going to start looking up creatures with mind reading abilities if this continues, it’s not the first time she’s picked up on something(granted, he was the kid who followed her down to the morgue on the hunch that she wasn’t a cop).

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               " I guess I’m just paranoid. Well, that and I am supposed to check in with how things are every now and then, aren’t I? " She gave a small smile, having noted his response to the question. Her worries did probably stem from some level of paranoia; with things being how they were with the recent fall, the threat of Metatron and the battle for Hell’s throne, who could blame her? 

            ” And, who knows? Maybe something you wouldn’t initially expect me to help with or be able to help with is going on?” 

 

Cecilia made a mental note to try to be subtler with her observations and deductions. She would have to either keep her empathy and observation in check or not act on impulse every time she thought something was off. Even though she didn’t completely like the idea, it wasn’t normal for someone to just seem to know certain things a good portion of the time. But reading people was second nature to her now, it had been for a long time; saints were made to have a strong ability to read, manipulate and interrogate. Although confessors were the most skilled (as their title would suggest), Martyrs were expected to have a certain level of talent when it came to such things; and Cecilia had been alive for a very long time, giving her plenty of time to hone those skills. 

"Explain yourself."

amittendimeaanimi:

amittendimeaanimi:

"––I thought it would help."

          “I just thought, maybe I could do something.”

"It’s not like I’d be around for them to yell at––"

           He knows he sounds petulant, but he so desperately wants to be useful, and sacrificing himself would work perfect if it was necessary. More so, he can feel himself losing it, and he doesn’t want that to get worse; he doesn’t want to be broken.

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                  “Sorry.”

         Cecilia raised an eyebrow slightly, faintly taken aback by his words. “Somehow I doubt you actually mean that.” She gave a small nod at his apology. By now she had a clear idea of how inadequate he felt and was beginning to think that several things beyond that were wrong; and not only the natural genre of wrong. The saint was starting to sense something not right about the boy and it was beginning to worry her. 

            "Stiles, how have things been for you lately?" 

"Explain yourself."

amittendimeaanimi:

amittendimeaanimi:

"––I thought it would help."

          “I just thought, maybe I could do something.”

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         ”If it saves someone else, who cares?” God, that sounded pathetic, and he really didn’t want to sacrifice himself, but at the same time, if it was someone like Lydia, or his dad, who were being threatened, he would gladly throw himself in if it meant that they could get away. Still, she had a point –– how was he possibly going to make a difference if he didn’t learn how to fight, how to hunt. “You’re still going to teach me, right?”

            That caused Cecilia to pause, but only for a moment. That line was something she understood very well, even if it could come off as overly dramatic.

       ”For one: probably the person you save; also, all of the people who love you.”  

                     "But I understand your meaning."

        “Of course I’m still going to teach you.”

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