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#𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐞𝟓. CASTIEL  from cw's SUPERNATURAL , written by ibis (26, he/it). heavily headcanon based, loosey goosey with canon + lore & mythology.     low activity. insp sideblog: @thurdangel. pinterest. spotify.

sparknotes version of rules under the cut. pages under construction.

general rp etiquette applies, ic interactions are mutuals only, don't reblog threads you're not a part of, so on, so forth.

i'm selective with who i follow in general, & slow to follow back blogs that don't have mobile-accessible rules (& bio in the case of ocs) because i am Mostly on mobile.

due to the nature of the supernatural franchise, & the broader related lore & media i've taken inspiration from, there will be untagged themes of blood, death, war, drowning & suffocation, body corruption, torture & brainwashing, & potentially more that i've yet to add; it's supernatural. i will tag visual depictions best as i can, but be aware of the content.

i will be tagging all basic triggers, using the format of #trigger //

memes never have an expiration date & ask replies can always be turned into threads, go nuts 👍

castiel is an angel older than the cambrian period & his vessel is roughly 40, this is a multiship household, approach re ships accordingly <3 + any & all sexually nsfw content will be tagged & labeled accordingly.

not my first ride on the spn rp rodeo so i do feel like i gotta just. point at the big sign that says we're just here to have fun, yall <3 i'd hope a lot's chilled out in a dozen years but a reminder never hurts.

i've got. incredibly mixed feelings on the last few episodes of s15, feelings that have oscillated between the various stages of grief since they've aired, so generally interactions are going to default into some limbo state of being in the late seasons with nothing specific on the horizon unless discussed (or it would be funny). i'm more than happy to jump around the timeline & explore things earlier seasons simply didn't give enough time to, just give a holler.

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they are putting cas & rocky projecthailmary in the same room on my timeline it's such a good time to be alive

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cas &/or jack annoyed with something another hunter did & in either solidarity or union casting Ultimate Silent Treatment by exclusively communicating through angel radio. every being with functional ears in the near vicinity gets the vaguest sense of tinnitus the longer it goes on but it's otherwise absolute Zip from them.

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pov youre talking behind an angel's back like 30m from it in the dead of night & it hits you with that

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thinks fondly about cas' true form being a 300m+ skyscraper's worth of multidimensional divine geometry & wire & ceaseless sound <3

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angels in general are too vast for any vessel, even a true & perfect vessel, to contain them, that's why electricity gets disturbed in their wake, but their wings generally fold into the rest of them unless they've had need to unfurl them for travel or a speed-boost (or puffing out their "feathers"). they're as sorta-tangible as the rest of the angel's form, they make sound in flight, they're just not very visible under normal circumstances (& i will over-use the term shrimp colors talking about angel biology). they can still take up half a room & knock everything over like a big dog that forgets its tail.

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑳𝒀 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 for him to sinking so low as seeking her insight. He had even asked for it rather than demanding it as the high-and-mighty were inclined to do. She was almost charmed — almost. If he could abstain from any further accusations of senseless slaughter, he may even find himself in her good graces.

"Hm." A moment's pause allows her to weigh the benefits and drawbacks of his request, though her consideration is mostly a ruse. Her acceptance would certainly help alleviate earned suspicion — a woman that had assisted so well in hunting the terrible thing disappearing her neighbors is less likely to be seen as guilty of the same crime. She also enjoyed a good mystery and had thought herself quite perceptive in the past. There was also the potential of an owed debt, a favor. There was also the matter of a threat in her midst, stalking her prey—

"Where did you say that they went missing?" In an area where people often go missing, he had told her. It was her estate grounds that had come to mind, but that could not be the case. Her property was her domain — no bodies passed over its threshold without her knowledge.

A step back, and she turns towards the shelves again so that she may resume her shopping - at the very least, the appearance of it. Social norms disapproved of maintaining a conversation, as fascinating as the subject at hand was, in the midst of a walkway and she would abide, even if it meant she must pull him towards the display by the elbow. A handsoap is dropped into her basket, expensive and floral.

Piercing blue gaze warms the side of her face until she turns, heeding his searching expression. Her tone is true, though a frown tugs at her lips: "I really do not. This is the first I am hearing of it, I assure you. It is deeply disturbing information. What do you suspect is the cause?"

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❛ outskirts of town ; not so far no one lives nearby, but sparse enough no one can tell me anything for veritable fact. ❜ it's a lot of conflicting accounts & corner - of - the - eye - through - curtains observations only serving a localized gossip mill. if there are any tangible answers to be found in the grain, castiel sure hasn't been capable of sifting through the intricacies.

there is the briefest splice of a second when castiel's form is unresponsive as a steel beam to the touch at his elbow, before his mind catches up to consideration for the shoppers' movements, dutifully stepping aside, careful glance around to make sure he's not bumped into anyone or - thing the only interruption to his inquiring stare.

the lacking contents of her response are not unexpected, yet he finds himself chagrined anyhow. his gaze is dropped to instead wander the shelves, mind idly catching on the tags of products displayed for something to keep it from pacing outside his confines. it reminds him that he should ask if the bunker needs resupplying when he's finished in the area ( one way or another ) ; castiel might not need any of it all, but he can run an errand on his way back.

❛ when i came here, i suspected it could be any number of things, but i've ruled out anything outside this dimension, plus there's no residual magic to suggest a witch, & too few clues with too many missing to just be a human element ... ❜

there is a pause, then a squint at one of the shelves, muttering a confounded " how does something smell like the color of a horse breed ... ?? " that he just as swiftly determines to set aside for the next time he can spare the downtime to indulge curiosity ( perhaps a few horse stall visits to investigate ) , continuing the original train of thought as though he'd never stopped, trailing on along.

❛ that leaves me to assume it's almost certainly a matter of feeding, though without access to any of the victims, dead or alive, there's no way to be sure in what way. i'm hoping being a local & vampire both might put you at an advantage in that. ❜

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btw you should totally look at my 34h stilltothisdaywip spn playlist

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i wanted real bad to make a "nooo cas holding it in doesnt do anything" joke but like. objectively he'd be Fine. lest. cursed blunt rotation except the blunt itself is cursed. also the rotation. curses all around. wait no endverse!cas was high off his ass all the time coz apocalypse & also functionally-human-still-maybe-angel bullshit. & we're right back to it.

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upset all over again how quickly cas accepted the terms of getting willingly dragged into the empty "when you finally give yourself permission to be happy"

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actually that lesson about the human optics of confronting young-&/or-woman-shaped people happened two-fold-back-to-back for cas, once was making the mistake of bodily tackling a werewolf in a sunlit park, the second was claire being an avoidant shit (affectionate, we love her) & threatening to make a scene in a store's parking lot if cas didn't drop a line of conversation. it is in fact a point of annoyance for him.

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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 is to evoke many emotions from those that one crosses paths with. That was the very reason that she dared come down from her manor atop the hill and walk amongst the people so frequently; so that they would become familiar with her startling beauty, her outdated manner of dress.

Yes, to be known as a vampire was to attract skepticism, to elicit fear, to receive pointed finger and accusation in the wake of any suspicious happenings… whether deserved or not.

"Seven? In the past month?" The surprise that rises in her features is authentic in contrast to her prior playfulness. If he speaks the truth, it is the first she has heard of it; though it is just as likely that those vampiric senses have begun to tone out overheard discussion of disappearances and murder and conspiracy to save herself from suspicion.

In response to his unspoken question, she shakes her head firmly: no. It was a symptom of eternal life that her hunger was endless, that she would never feel entirely satisfied. Yet early in her afterlife she had learned how long she could go without tasting blood, and further how long she could last before she went mad with thirst. At her hands, death was not so wasteful.

( …so, the question lingered: to whose hands had those missing met their fate? )

Golden eyes scrutinize the man that stands before her.

"Do you accusing me of lacking restraint, or do you request my assistance?" She does not allow a third option that would allow him to do both: he may only offend or flatter her, and if he selects the former it will be far more difficult for him to acheive the latter.

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knee - jerk recalcitrance it is, then. frankly, he finds it preferable in this case : it might be easier to confront a vampire in a public space, but doing anything about a confrontation turned sour is ... difficult, to say the least — he's learned his lessons about trying to challenge monsters of youthful, particularly female visages whilst in his current vessel, he would rather not suffer a misplaced scrutiny again. if he's honest with himself, he hadn't really thought very hard ahead. for a being that does not need sleep, castiel is very tired. ( he doesn't want this turning into another lancaster ; at least there's no ripped throats laying about ... yet ) .

cautious scrutiny he accepts, however, & sighs in resignation, finally lowering his hand to return the photo to his coat's inner pocket. ❛ at this point, i've exhausted majority of my resources, & may have to wait much more than a day for additional ones to arrive. if you have any assistance to offer, then yes, i request it. ❜

he has to gamble on territorial nature, that if a third party is involved, this nature, if not any particular moral standing or impossible thing he cannot guarantee he could actually barter with, guiding the vampire to want to assist him. it wouldn't be the first time he's taken that chance, & he's hoping this may work out half as well. he thinks. he's still making up his strategy as he goes.

❛ ... you really don't know about the disappearances. ❜ he means it as a question, though it comes out as a statement, finished mulling over the her surprise. he's more than a little disappointed at the thought that this may be the case, but he tilts his head with the quiet question mark anyhow, blue eyes now scrutinizing. as if pleading that she might remember anything of the past weeks that may strike her as relevant.

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smiles so bigly shit's bringin me back to 2014 when i was writing out drafts for my original cas blog in a notebook in the middle of math class,,

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how many commandments can we break in one day ?

van helsing.

his answer comes in offhanded tone, largely focused on extending himself to scour the not - quite - abandoned churchyard for any wards or concerning glyphs. ❛  mm, logistically speaking, they aren't all that difficult to break, so i suppose all of them, except it isn't sabbath today. & adultery might be an unnecessary detour. ❜

far from the first time, castiel frowns at how limited his senses have grown in years cut off from heaven, though he's fairly certain the lack of additional alarm bells ringing in his mind is from true lack of unexpected threat ; it would be nice to avoid any surprises for once. he supposes they'll simply have to judge how on fire that bridge is when they come to it.

holy silver slips into his grasp in preparation nonetheless. ❛ just the one commandment will do, for now. ❜

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‘ don’t act so coy. ’

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. Clemency's appearance of an upright citizen was imperfect to those with the necessary perception and knowledge, but that did not mean that she did not continue to make her best attempt at it. Every odd generation would come to know her well, to fawn over her talent and become fond of her eccentricities.

This omen did not have to walk among the townspeople. It would be far easier to become their ruin if she did not know their names, their occupations, their families — but what would be the fun in that? Would she not become so lonely?

"Who is acting coy, sir?" There is no doubt that, in the face of this question, she is the guilty one. This much is evident in the curve of her merlot lips, the glimmer of her eyes as they gaze up at him through her lashes.

Despite her playful countenance, she is innocent of the matter at hand. Gaze shifts to study the photo held aloft before her as she shifts to rest her shopping basket in the crook of her elbow.

"I have not seen this man. He has been reported missing, you said?"

𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺. ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ❧ @feriae5 ( castiel. )

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the angel can admit to itself that he's never been particularly good at the people part of investigative work, not like so many humans that he has watched at work, but, then, the creature in front of him is as much " people " as the one questioning her ( which is to say : not very ) . he's never had particularly good " creature skills " , either.

once again, castiel finds himself far out of his depth. once again, he tries to muddle through regardless.

❛ yes, just as six other people in the past month. in an area where people often go missing. ❜ a pointed raise of his eyebrows, a clear suspicion if not outright accusation. it's not like a monster would just admit to having done anything wrong — not unless they were supremely confident in their ability to get away with being so blatant — but castiel would like to believe himself having looked in the face of guilty parties often enough by now to distinguish between deceit & plain recalcitrance. he just needs more to go off of.

there are too many humans near to give him much choice for threat, but he does have the option to barter. ❛ now, i can't prove you had anything to do with each one of them, but if you truly aren't responsible for this one, it would serve your best interests to at least help me locate who, or what, is. ❜

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today's spn clipcomp that makes ibis very happy:

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logging on to rotate my touys