That strikes relentless

INDIE AU CASTIEL ✝ CANON AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST [ up to season 5 ] My past has tasted bitter for years now, So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told. I've been cold, I've been merciless

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hello there

        hello, my name is wolf & this is an independent portrayal of          supernatural’s castiel.  while i do canon upon request [i have         only watched the show up to mid season 10 or 11, and am         familiar with how the show ends] or based on the character         i’m interacting with, i mainly stick to an au version that nixes         both vessel lore and his fall into a human.  i have played this         muse for a long time, and while i do have a certain view of him         that will reflect in the portrayal, i am highly protective of him and         will not hesitate to take him out of a situation i am not comfortable         in.         memes and starter calls are open to everyone, and continuation         of asks is always accepted to start threads.  I also have discord         available for ooc chat or private writing.

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"that’s…a lot of blood."

@barefootxinxblood ; meme

   “it’s fine...it’s not all mine.” he doesn’t think, and the reassurance comes out almost automatically.  though as he stands, he feels what’s left rush from his head to the point that he sees black splotches cut his vision.  there’s a sway to him.    “this is...new.”

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violentlyimpulsive·:

            “He’s dead. Or at least. I would assume so if the story is old.”

    “you’re wrong.  i’d say he’s more alive now than he ever was.”

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violentlyimpulsive·:

     “That child probably never saw an Angel before. Can’t blame him for crying from relief….fear...pain.”

    “that child deserved more.”

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violentlyimpulsive·:

           “Why are you….? I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

    “i made a child cry.      good times.”

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violentlyimpulsive​:

         "You’re so goddamn stubborn. It really aggravates me.“

       But really, what didn’t aggravate him. Still, he’d never admit as such, but he does appreciate the company.  He looks away from him, momentarily just because it seems too much effort to move his head properly and focus on what the angel is doing, in the gleam of his blade that is caught through his hazy vision. He sees the red and then his shoulders raise and tense for what’s about to happen.

        What has to happen.

        And then his lips clamp together to suppress the sound of pain even though a muffled groan releases regardless.  The poison left in the bloodstream is still a problem and will slow him down but he’s no longer bleeding and this causes his natural healing power to close the sound, even though there will likely be a scar for him to reflect on later.

           He moves as he’s directed when his…nemesis? Stomps back in. In the faint lighting of the cathedral windows, one can see where its eyes have  been gouged. Well, one is gouged, the other is severely burnt, and just as useless. Kage knew how to cripple an opponents’ most precious sense. The leviathan ducks low, SNIFFS in their direction. The smell of demon blood is probably more prominent on them then the place where Kage had been lying.

          "I don’t tell you a lot of things. You’d have never agreed to let me come here if you knew it was one of them.”

           The demon’s voice is low as he grabs the other by the collar and directs him to the wall behind a pillar. The blinded beast follows that movement too, choosing to inspect the pillar with a long snout, poking it until it breaks from what looks like a feeble hold and topples over. It gives them the opportunity to slink along the wall, closer to the exit where it came from.

       "Too bad you can’t form indoor rain, Angel.“

if they wished to talk about aggravations, castiel would pull out a list a mile long.  but now was not the time or place, not when he was supporting the demon on one side, while also trying to  maneuver a narrow hiding space that is the column - another strike against the king - better architecture in the places he chooses to pick his fights.  the fallen shifts, running his tongue across his bottom lip as he contemplates the situation, turning from concerned lover to seasoned tactician. the beast is injured, expertly so that one of its senses is cut off. though it’s clear that it’s not used to relying on its others, it’s only a matter of time before it manages to follow the scent of the blood trail, or they make just enough noise that it comes directly at them. it’s serpent-like head whips quickly, and it goes without saying their time is limited. the demon has his attention again, though his brows raise somewhat in disbelief.

“you want to talk about shortcomings now?” his words come out as a hiss, but it does raise an idea.  his hand  closes around a piece of rubble, then he cocks his arm back and chucks it at the ceiling.  the desired affect is to gain the beast’s attention, and it succeeds.  the leviathan throws all of it’s weight at the ceiling causing the beams to crack and tumble, the whole place threatening to come down.  it gives him enough of an  opening and outside access that his eyes flash red, pulling the power to him as a steady rain begins to fall around them, both washing away their scent and muffling their steps. castiel takes his blade in his hand, moving away from the demon now. “stay here.  i’m going to kill it.”

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violentlyimpulsive·:

             “You’re obligated to tell me a better story now.”

    “like the story of a young boy found outside of a burned       down village...many moons ago?”

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fightforsomethingbetter​:

It’s not been too rough of a night, though she knows a storm’s coming. She’s been trying to find somewhere to stay for the night - something safe and secure, warm - but she thinks she’s going to need to resign herself to sleeping in the park. Abruptly, a lightning launching across the sky, startling her almost right out of her skin. She stares up warily but the air is calm again, the heavy fog clouding her vision in spite of her supernatural senses. 

Then, a moment too later, she realizes there’s been a man walking down the street towards her. Hayley tenses, prepared, and her heart pounds against her ribcage when he stops to stare at her. That is never a good sign on a lonely street in the middle of night. Beastie. Her face scrunches up in offence before she can think about which way would be the safest to behave. 

“Excuse me?” Hayley retorts, silently cursing herself for how her pitch has risen. 

he can see the way she tenses, smells it in the air.  but castiel takes no joy in it.  if she chooses to flee, he won’t stop her.  his head tilts, expression softening slightly in an attempt to put her at ease.  he has been told on more than one occasion that he’s not the most welcoming of beings, but it’s more of a lack of understanding of social graces than blatant maliciousness.  it doesn’t help when he throws his arms out and bows to her.

“apologies.  i suppose the correct title would be lycanthrope.”  he seems to ponder this for a moment.  “or perhaps your name would suffice...that is, if you’ll provide it.”

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violentlyimpulsive·:

       “Please continue. I’m invested in this story.”

    “no.  that’s it.  end of story.”

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@violentlyimpulsive​ ; you know what you did

    “pot calling the kettle.”

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difficult person test

You are a very difficult person to get along with (67.14%).

Explanation of Facets:

Callousness is characterized by lacking empathy or concern for others. People high in callousness typically have deficits in genuine social sentiments and are often experienced by others as coarsely uncivil. In other words, they often make people feel uncomfortable.

Grandiosity can be described as having a grandiose sense of self-importance and the thought that one is better than others. People high in grandiosity often tout their abilities and their accomplishments while downplaying the contributions of others. They tend to put themselves on a pedestal and have a sense of entitlement about them.

Aggressiveness is the tendency to behave rudely and with hostility toward others. Aggressiveness may be doubly hurtful to others if combined with callousness, since the aggressive person may thus be both intimidating and unfeeling in their demeanor.

Suspicion is the tendency to harbor a strong and unreasoning distrust of others. Suspicious people often question the motives of even those who act loyally and devotedly toward them. Such people are often reluctant to open up to others and may interpret kind-hearted gestures as attempts to deceive them.

Manipulativeness is the inclination to exploit others to derive benefits for oneself. Manipulative people take other people for granted and use them to realize their own wishes and goals, thinking little of interpersonal reciprocity or the rights of others. Such people often exhaust and frustrate those around them, since they give little in return for the services and favors they extract from others.

Dominance is the tendency to put on airs of superiority and talk down to others. Domineering individuals have a strong desire to be seen as leaders and often react with combativeness when they cannot get what they want. They frustrate others by meddling in their affairs and with their attempts to control the decisions of those around them.

Risk-taking is the propensity to engage in risky behavior for the sake of experiencing thrills. People high in this trait impulsively seek sensations to overcome boredom, and often get pleasure from shocking others with their adventures and stunts. Risk-takers often make those around them ill at ease since their actions may have consequences for others as well as themselves.

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it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

@montanamiracle​ ; meme

bruise - capillaries damaged by trauma, caused by localized bleeding that extravasates into the surrounding interstitial tissues. he knows what they are, whether he is able to bruise or not.  but the key word here is trauama. “yes, but how did you obtain such an injury?”

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violentlyimpulsive​:

        “It’s fine, Angel. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

            We’ve been through worse.

He doesn’t say it, but it’s somewhat implied in the somewhat stern look he’s giving Castiel as the other reaches forward to wipe the blood stain off even though another one soon follows it and Kage is wincing as he blinks away red and catches it with his thumbnail to flick away between fingertips. He does appreciate the concern, and even the slightest touch gives way for an upward twitch of a smile.

But soon, the demon’s attention focuses back on the task before them both.

       "The old guard, yes. They amassed when I took over          and I cast them down into Treachery for their insult.“

Delving into their lore, their nature makes Kage extremely uncomfortable. Largely, he doesn’t care, and normally he would dismiss it.

   "There is something I am going to say, you’re likely not     to like it, but when is news particularly good when in     reference to the state of the world ? Rhetorical. But I     am starting to think… that when we left Treachery,     we didn’t leave alone. In fact…I think our escape may     have opened a rift back into this plane. A rift that is                    currently still being used.”

the old guard.  castiel tosses the title around in his mind thinking just how little he actually knew of lucifer and this realm.  it wasn’t a fault of his own, nor a lack of trying to learn, just stood as a  testament of just how little the celestials were informed.  because information could lead to falls - his wings twitched and then ached because it was too little too late for that - but the truth was, anything they knew was fed to them from the commander.  castiel shifts in the chair, leaning back, running the tips of his fingers across his jaw where nails catch on stubble and make a scraping sound.

    “wonderful.” a rift would explain much...the recent increase in activity.  old signs that he hasn’t seen in decades, and something else.  something he had been meaning to share with the other, but hadn’t quite found the right time.  kage was wearing enough stress trying to restore the balance in his kingdom without the fallen adding to the burden. lately, castiel had been having dreams - something he hadn’t had since he went through hell int he first place.  but the dreams are different, swirling shapes of whispering darkness - but not true darkness, it’s simply something his mind has yet to fathom or comprehend.  it was calling to him, beckoning.  he masks the  fear in his expression as he looks upwards again.    “if we’ve unleashed something, then I suppose we     will need to fix it.  unfortunately, we need this planet     in order to live - and i’m finding that it’s something i     enjoy doing.”

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i miss it. the steel sky. // caleb

@dissolvedshadows ; meme

steel sky.  such an odd thing to wish for, and the angel is somewhat at a loss for what exactly the cambion is referring to, but there is something he can do - with the hope of  making his strange companion somewhat more agreeable. he uses his power, pulls the clouds to them, so that they darken above, hanging pregnant with unshed water.  it is not steel, but it is grey.

    “best i can do.”

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razortccth​:

There’s a side glance, now he finds his attention drawn towards the individual. It seems whatever burden they hid wasn’t a simple case to brush aside, the years of piling those guilt after guilt, something he knew too well and still couldn’t amend them as he figured. After all, how can one help the other, when he couldn’t help himself??

“I try t'find some meanin’ in life where its due, its a hard world out there.”

It ached. To watch such a smart individual be in pain, knowing that as many times as he spoke, to have this conversation, it wouldn’t fill out the glass. They’ll still be unsatisfied.

“ y'do not sound convinced. Wha'ever happened, it wasn’t your fault; there are thin’s we cannot escape, thin’s we cannot shape. Th’ more y'walk down this path, th’ more heavier it gets. Y'must lay it down or at least carry th’ burned with someone.”

it is not often that the celestial is faced with one who has walked this earth as long as his companion, who has seen all that he has seen, felt the passing of time.  it leaves a sense of curiosity at what drives this kindness despite the pain and loss.  he wishes to ask, but out of respect and lack of comfort, his mouth remains shut. it is not his place.

    “heaven is cruel.  though i suppose you know that.” his lips pull slightly, a hint of his knoweldge as his gaze cuts towards the other.    “it is not a matter of how I see the fault, it is where they see     the fault; and if they deem it necessary...” he makes a motion upwards, accompanied by a whooshing sound. he’d be taken home.  but was home truly a terrible place to be?   perhaps now, yes, knowing the things he knows, having felt the things he felt.    “it is odd to wish for more.”

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promise me. don’t let it be for nothing.

@formerlyrighteous ; meme

it takes the angel a moment to realize that it is not rain blurring his vision, but something as utterly humane as tears.  a battle lost that will leave him lamenting for the remainder of his existence because there is nothing he can do to take the moment back. too slow.  he was too slow in seeing the blade, the flash of silver not meant for him, but who he was charged with protecting, and now, as their hands are slick with the hunter’s life, gripped together desperately.  there’s nothing he can do to fix it - this is beyond him, beyond his power, and his expression softens.

     “i will fix this, Dean.  I will make this right.”