seraphim.

have you ever wondered what a creature like that must be like? an independent rp blog for castiel. hardly canon-compliant.

[mjulmjul]

crystallized

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this blog is still here it’s just low activity and if u wanna plot u should reach out <3

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@soothfog:   You ran away last night.

     they’re reunited before sunset. the dying light creeps in through open curtains, painting lee’s kitchen a warm, burnt orange. soon, it will be replaced by the moon, then the sun, then the moon, and so on. time stops and moves all at once when it means so little (to lee, who slips through the windows between days and months and years as if god simply forgot to lock them; to castiel, who, if he closes his eyes and listens, still hears the clink, clink, clink, of hammers on brick as they construct the tower of babel).

he doesn’t feel scolded. just confused.

‘ you knew i would come back. ’

[inflamezzzzz]

‘i thought i was doing the right thing.’ ‘yeah. you always do.’

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@vinduri:  don’t think, just answer. what do you want to change? / from metatron!

     he tosses a grape to a duck, who gobbles it up before it has the chance to dip below the surface of the pond. the second grape he throws is fought over, but one duck emerges victorious, leaving the other with nothing to show for it but a few ruffled feathers. castiel feeds that duck, too.  ‘ the only thing that doesn’t belong here is us. ’

[derangedrhythms]

…like an angel, all flame.

Nikos Kazantzakis, from 'Report to Greco’, tr. P. A. Bien

[inflamezzzzz]

my asks are working now :=)

[notmorbid]

fake like me, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from fake like me by barbara bourland.

every day, somewhere new becomes the center of the universe.

you’re the natural center of attention without doing anything.

i don’t know if it’s possible to be anything but a failure.

you’re not nobody. you’re a pearl.

you try to follow all the rules, but you don’t want to.

now you can be nobody.

how could you leave me behind?

we were supposed to be something to each other.

you were supposed to show me how to do this.

you said i was just like you.

i’ll give you a hundred bucks if you cry right now.

it’s not healthy to keep that all inside. it’s gonna come out one day.

here. spend it on drugs.

something happened. something bad.

that reporter wanted to fuck me.

i am completely at your mercy.

everything that gets created destroys something else.

you made me feel like a person.

i’m so glad you’re finally here.

you’re the weirdest person in the whole world.

i thought you knew everything there was to know about the world.

we’re so easy to hurt and no one ever cares.

it’s not a joke.

what are you doing with yourself?

i’m looking forward to being between things.

you’re not the worst. you’re the best.

it’s feels like a dream i can’t quite remember.

i want to know everything about you.

you ran away last night.

you’re extremely interesting and incredibly kind.

it doesn’t matter what someone like me says.

it’s not a game. this is our life.

what’s so special about you?

don’t tell anybody, okay?

buy me a drink sometime, and we’ll be even.

i don’t want to be a cautionary tale.

shared experience is important. it’s not everything, but it’s something.

ketamine is not my strong suit.

you’re young. you’ve got all the time in the world.

i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread.

there’s no reason to be nervous. you know exactly what to do.

i’m not lonely. i’m just alone.

in the end, nobody gets to tell you who you are.

it takes a lot of looking, to see someone.

i’m sorry. it was thoughtless and cruel.

some cat burglar you’d make. 

[notmorbid]

boy with a bird ... pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from the boy with a bird in his chest by emme lund.

i think eye contact is key here.

the secret to disappearing is becoming invisible.

i’ve been cooped up too long.

i think i’m ready to go out on my own.

i woke up here. i’ve always been here.

you are not a terror. you are a delight.

boys will be boys.

i can’t fathom taking up space like that.

i’m still not sure what it’s like to be a kid and exist in the world.

something’s coming. i can feel it.

i’m tired of you bossing me around.

i know you can feel my panic.

i have my own feelings. not everything i feel is yours to have.

this is the furthest i’ve ever been from home.

you should have listened to me.

are you always this skittish?

you’re gonna have to pay for that.

my god, it’s true. you do exist.

this is your new home.

we will survive this.

you’re a piece of shit, but you’re my piece of shit.

go outside and climb a tree.

i’m living somewhere else.

are you being safe?

you are a part of me. you are me.

i need to stay disappeared.

give me something that reminds me you’re there. that i’m not all alone.

i don’t give a shit about feeling safe if it’s just me and no one else. 

sorry. i’m somewhere else.

i don’t mean to stare.

you’re such a good kid.

your dad would’ve loved the shit out of you.

i wish it wasn’t true, but it’ll be okay.

if i don’t move a muscle, everything feels okay.

you’re a sight for sore eyes.

who did this to you? what happened?

healing is a flat spiral.

i feel like a rusty machine.

wanting to be ignored is the best way to get noticed.

damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

don’t think, just answer. what do you want to change?

i want you to be comfortable here.

you’re different now. more yourself.

i’ll try anything once.

we’ve always had secrets that are just ours.

how do you get someone to love you?

i’m okay. i’m here. i’m alive.

obsidian soaks up bad energy.

[hellboundheart]

Alfonso Herrera as Father Tomas Ortega in The Exorcist Season 1 (2016-2017)