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@mostlytolerable
Arthur, what were your parents like? How did you grow up?
I prefer to call them handlers.
They weren’t much of a parent given I was born in a slew of legacies and rather than acting as our familiars, they were more like generals raising soldiers generation by generation to ensure we were trained without flaw.
Look how well that played out.
@mostlytolerable I laughed so hard when I got it that I spat out my tea.
@mickofletters oh, love. xD
(I'm so upset over the announcement that the show is ending. Mainly because of all the loose ends we haven't, and will never have, be made whole. I just really hope they do Arthur Ketch justice. But...he'll probably die second to last episode in season 15. Hmmm. What is your take?)
|| I hope they don’t. At least get his story line some closure even a small indication of it a bit like the skype call. Maybe an ‘oh hey ketch is laying low somewhere and is not dead’ or ‘last I heard he was hunting with Charlie’
And yeah I’m bummed about it too. I owe this show A LOT and as much as I hate to see it go, I’m also proud of the boys and what they’ve accomplished in and outside of the series. They finally get to rest and be with their families.
HOW ARE YOU A PISCES
A wise woman once said:
Baby, I was born this way.
Although I am sure I have the makings of a Scorpio if all these horoscopes are correct.
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When Castiel reached hell, all he could sense are distress signals seeping from another Celestial being. He couldn’t tell who it was but he could pinpoint their exact location and they were moving frantically.
Asmodeus, upon getting up, sicced the hellhounds on Barachiel and Mick immediately and ordered them TO KILL. But it was was useless when Castiel found the hounds and killed them on the spot on his way to find the injured angel.
When Castiel popped in on Barachiel’s location, he didn’t realize who it was at first until the running man with the former Man of Letters in his arms got close enough.
“Barachiel? BARACHIEL!”
He yelled, meeting the struggling angel halfway and immediately noticing the large damage on his wings. Cas put both hands on the Angel’s shoulders and teleported hem back into Mick’s safe house.
“Hold on.”
“Oh god no, Mick.” Ketch shuffled from the bed to his lover within moments of landing, ignoring his own injuries and guilt already chewing him to pieces.
When he looked at Barachiel he felt more ill.
It was HIS fault that they were both like this; that THIS happened.
“Shit. Y-you’re hurt.” For the first time since they’d met, Arthur was able to express something other than sass and stubborness towards Barachiel.
The concern,fear, and contrite look in Ketch’s eyes unable to be missed by anyone who would look at him. Cas gazed at him in pity as he kept Barachiel standing.
“I’m FINE.” The last thing a being like Barachiel needed was sympathy from a human, after the millenia that the angel had been living and fighting for survival not once had he stooped to the level of allowing a mortal to see him vulnerable. It was bad enough that his wing had been damaged, grounding him temporarily and leaving him stuck on the damn Earth until it was able to heal but now the others in the room felt pity towards HIM of all things. God he couldn’t stand the notion of someone seeing him as weak.
“I can take care of myself later, right now I’d like to make sure that Mick doesn’t die.” Rushing past Ketch and Castiel despite the horrid pain searing through his injured wing did the seraph move to place his son down on the bed, making quick work at wrapping the nephilim up in blankets to retain warmth knowing that a loss of grace on this scale meant that the boy needed rest to recharge.
“We’re lucky he’s stable, the grace I loaned him before was just barely enough to keep him breathing and now all he truly requires is time for his body to repair itself. Until then no one touches him, if the kid wakes up too early then I fear his grace may lash out in response to being jostled.”
“Barachiel, Ketch is right. That’s not something neither of us can fix.” Cas furrowed his eyebrows at his brother, knowing the older angel wouldn’t let it be known that his wings are injured.
Wing injuries are RARE and when they occur, they hurt about ten times as much as it looks and there is no way it could heal within hours or be healed with angel grace. It takes a lengthy spell work to reseal the damage.
“I’ll have Jack look into Mick... Nephilims are much more stronger after all, I figured that he might be able to help ease his grace.” Ketch watched the two celestials interact from beside his lover, holding the covers securely on the unconscious man.
As if called, Jack appeared by the doorway with the kitten.
“I could help Mick... but your wing injury is way worse than the entire state of his body. He’s... healing; resting. You however..” Jack looked at Cas, realizing it really is much worse than it looks and neither of them wanted Ketch to know.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
Ketch looked inbetween the three, putting two and two that Barachiel was also injured where the human eye can’t see. But he does know how to treat wing wounds, he’s well versed in the enemy’s lore as a result of studying all creatures’ weaknesses and strengths.
“I can help you.” Arthur offered in a small voice.
Black Slytherin Aesthetic
@mostlytolerable The Ketch aesthetic
Adam Fergus
Do you ever think about you and Arthur being a couple? I'm getting Two and a half Men vibes in terms of how you guys act around each other. But don't sell yourself high. You are most definitely Allen.
“No idea who Allen is or how that relates to my situation, but considering the people I work for are rather strict on workplace relationships it’s fair to say nothing of the sort could happen between us. Even then I’m sure Arthur isn’t my biggest fan, he’s never been the kind of bloke to be interested in my type.”
“ What type? Twinks?”
Arthur, you remind me of Charlie Harper from Two and half Men. Mick is definitely Allen....
I beg to differ, I think Mick is more like Jake and I’m more like Walden....
Actually past me is more like Charlie Harper now that I think about it.. mhmm...
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Ketch was beginning to think God was wrapped up on making his life really miserable with the string of horrible events continuously unfolding. He would have been fine with it if it was just him, but this all included MICK- who never deserved a single moment of the dreadful situations.
He was speechless before Barry took off, after that he’d heard footsteps on the stairs and Jack appeared at the door frame holding their new kitten.
“Mr.Ketch, I thought there was an incident in the hospital, are you okay?” The nephilim tilted his head slightly to the side, setting the kitten down on the floor and approaching Arthur who was on the verge of breaking down.
It was ALL his damned fault. He shouldn’t have made him stay the moment he showed up it would have been better that way.
“I’ll be… I will be.” Jack took a few steps to him and put his finger to the older man’s temple. Healing his injuries then stepping back.
“Where’s Castiel?” Arthur immediately followed up, desperate to once again try to save the love of his life.
“He went to the hospital after hearing about it. He should be back by-“ Jack got cut off
“Ketch, what the hell happened.” Arthur jumped a bit to the new voice.
“Asmodeus kidnapped me then Mick went after him for doing that…. Yes, I know, long story but I REALLY need your help.”
Flying back to where Asmodeus and Mick were hadn’t been a problem at all, unfortunately the escape plan was never so simple. Though the Demon Prince was in a rather horrid state upon the ground, the vessel charred and failing to rise to his feet after the incredible blast which surged through the room, the fiend managed to impede the Angel of Saturday from making a swift getaway.
The angelic blade which Barry had loaned to the younger celestial had been skillfully through, twirling through the air before impaling into the back of his left wing, hissing through gritted teeth as he tried to bear the intense pain. Grabbing a hold of his unconscious son in one arm and using the other to yank the silver sword from himself did Barachiel break out into a sprint, hoping to lose whoever was on his heels.
Rushing through large doors to get outside did the wounded angel make a break for the woods, boots hitting muddy ground and dried crackling leaves underfoot as the man zig-zagged through in attempt to confuse anything coming after him.
Suddenly howls began to shatter the silence of the forests, the ethereal, haunting sound setting the hairs on the back of the angel’s neck on end as trained ears recognized that sound.
HELL HOUNDS.
It could only be those demonic pitbulls which Asmodeus would send after him.
When Castiel reached hell, all he could sense are distress signals seeping from another Celestial being. He couldn’t tell who it was but he could pinpoint their exact location and they were moving frantically.
Asmodeus, upon getting up, sicced the hellhounds on Barachiel and Mick immediately and ordered them TO KILL. But it was was useless when Castiel found the hounds and killed them on the spot on his way to find the injured angel.
When Castiel popped in on Barachiel’s location, he didn’t realize who it was at first until the running man with the former Man of Letters in his arms got close enough.
“Barachiel? BARACHIEL!”
He yelled, meeting the struggling angel halfway and immediately noticing the large damage on his wings. Cas put both hands on the Angel’s shoulders and teleported hem back into Mick’s safe house.
“Hold on.”
“Oh god no, Mick.” Ketch shuffled from the bed to his lover within moments of landing, ignoring his own injuries and guilt already chewing him to pieces.
When he looked at Barachiel he felt more ill.
It was HIS fault that they were both like this; that THIS happened.
“Shit. Y-you’re hurt.” For the first time since they’d met, Arthur was able to express something other than sass and stubborness towards Barachiel.
The concern,fear, and contrite look in Ketch’s eyes unable to be missed by anyone who would look at him. Cas gazed at him in pity as he kept Barachiel standing.
i, and i can’t emphasize this enough, would literally die for merlin
@mickofletters
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Asmodeus clicked his tongue then snapped the restraints off. Though it was useless because Ketch couldn’t really move his legs even if he tried his hardest.
They weren’t gone… just injured badly.
“Now , this isn’t fair game. Let me fix that.” Asmodeus snapped again and this time the restraints were on Mick, engraved with angelic sigils.
“Welcome back, Michael… I would apologize on what’s about to happen, but I’m not the one who TRUSTED a Prince of Hell’s words.” He chuckled, making his way to Arthur and squeezing his face with his index finger and thumb and making him look at Mick.
“Your spouse, Arthur, is a moron. What a damn shame.” He placed his hand on Arthur’s head, ready to snap his neck and made sure Mick was watching.
Mick had no time to register the look of horror which would appear on his face before the room erupted with a blindingly white light, Barachiel swooping in as planned to pick up the wounded human on the ground before the angel of Saturday spread his wings and flew Arthur Ketch to safety.
Barry wasn’t the happiest celestial being at that moment, Mick had made him promise to save the boyfriend first before going back for him and to leave his child in DANGER and possibly still held captive by Asmodeus… Well it certainly didn’t sit well with him. If the angel of Saturday had been granted one wish it would be to drop the murderous little weasel from two-hundred feet in the air at let him perish, but considering he wanted on Michael’s good side it meant the Man of Letter would have to live another day.
The angel was thankful that the warding around Mick’s home hadn’t blocked him out, being able to land inside without any trouble before placing Ketch down upon the bed the the master suite, wiping the human’s blood off of his hands without a care in the world before looking disdainfully at the nephilim’s partner.
“I swear to my Father in Heaven that if I go back there and Mick ends up being dead or worse, I am blaming YOU. I hope you’re grateful that Michael made me promise to save you otherwise I’d personally drag your worthless ass down to Hell myself and I’d throw you into the deepest, darkest pit I could find to leave you to burn there for all eternity.”
Ketch was beginning to think God was wrapped up on making his life really miserable with the string of horrible events continuously unfolding. He would have been fine with it if it was just him, but this all included MICK- who never deserved a single moment of the dreadful situations.
He was speechless before Barry took off, after that he’d heard footsteps on the stairs and Jack appeared at the door frame holding their new kitten.
“Mr.Ketch, I thought there was an incident in the hospital, are you okay?” The nephilim tilted his head slightly to the side, setting the kitten down on the floor and approaching Arthur who was on the verge of breaking down.
It was ALL his damned fault. He shouldn’t have made him stay the moment he showed up it would have been better that way.
“I’ll be... I will be.” Jack took a few steps to him and put his finger to the older man’s temple. Healing his injuries then stepping back.
“Where’s Castiel?” Arthur immediately followed up, desperate to once again try to save the love of his life.
“He went to the hospital after hearing about it. He should be back by-“ Jack got cut off
“Ketch, what the hell happened.” Arthur jumped a bit to the new voice.
“Asmodeus kidnapped me then Mick went after him for doing that.... Yes, I know, long story but I REALLY need your help.”
Mick would tape this to the back of Ketch’s Bentley back when they were in London. XD @mostlytolerable
@mickofletters Mick doesn’t know he probably did blow them lmaooo
For what is man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows… ~*~*~*~
And did it MY WAY
-Frank Sinatra
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Asmodeus studied the sigil.
He wouldn’t. He thought.
Ketch was shaking his head, full knowing that Mick WOULD blow himself up if it meant saving him.
“You’re bluffing.” The Prince of hell called out, stripping his suit jacket off and setting it on the armrest of the throne.
He began folding his sleeves and circling Arthur, who was both concerned and sure that Mick would kill Colonel Sanders by pulling a human grenade stunt.
“Unfortunately, for both of us, he’s not bluffing.” Ketch sighed, wanting to smack his lover over the head for what he was thinking.
“I do suggest you follow what he asks of you.. that sigil looks like it would incapacitate you immediately, if not probably kill you.”
“Now that I have your attention I do believe that you still have Arthur Ketch in chains and I’d love to have those removed.” Mick knew that the last thing Arthur wanted to lay eyes upon was his lover’s idea of a strategic suicide, hopefully if the other Letter would hear him out the younger would apologize for ever making him witness such an action first hand. Poor Ketch must have been worried sick and this wasn’t helping.
Twirling the blade in hand, making sure to show it off to the Demon Prince with glee did the nephilim try to appear nonchalaunt over the notion of sacrificing his life force so willingly. After all, if Asmodeus detected the slightest hint of hesitation their ploy would go up in flames.
“Come on mate, between punishing him and having your refillable grace bank back that should be an easy decision, right?”
Asmodeus clicked his tongue then snapped the restraints off. Though it was useless because Ketch couldn’t really move his legs even if he tried his hardest.
They weren’t gone... just injured badly.
“Now , this isn’t fair game. Let me fix that.” Asmodeus snapped again and this time the restraints were on Mick, engraved with angelic sigils.
“Welcome back, Michael... I would apologize on what’s about to happen, but I’m not the one who TRUSTED a Prince of Hell’s words.” He chuckled, making his way to Arthur and squeezing his face with his index finger and thumb and making him look at Mick.
“Your spouse, Arthur, is a moron. What a damn shame.” He placed his hand on Arthur’s head, ready to snap his neck and made sure Mick was watching.
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Asmodeus chuckled at the lightshow. Who did the petty child think he was spitting at.
He rolls his shoulders back, closing his eyes then opening them to reveal yellow and his veins glowing red.
“Him? I have business with your toy here. One that doesn’t concern you either. I thought I’d be productive today and resolve both.. pain.. in my rear.” Asmodeus walked around Arthur, stopping when he’s right behind him and tilting the letter’s battered face toward Mick.
“He DESERVES this punishment, something you won’t have to go through if you’d be a good boy and turn yourself in.” Arthur pulled his face away from the prince’s hand.
“What are you going to do, Davies? Poke me to death?”
“I’m not going back to being your BITCH. Not unless you’re offering me something that makes the sacrifice worth my efforts, for example you could hand me my toy back and set him free.” Keeping the conversation going was Mick’s first priority, occupying Asmodeus’ time until Barachiel could dismantle the warding and set off the demon bomb they had planned but if he could get the Prince of Hell to unhand Ketch before that then it would make getting away much easier.
“I’ll play nice if you work with me, otherwise I have no qualms against blasting your arse to high heaven and trust me when I say I don’t have an issue with blowing up myself if it means I TAKE YOU OUT in the process.” It was a last ditch effort Mick didn’t want to resort to but showing off the sigil Barry had emblazoned upon his chest did the Letter hope to at least rattle the demon’s confidence.
“Maybe when you were jacked up on Gabe’s grace or even mine you could survive an explosion this would cause but just lil’ ol you? Hell’s WEAKEST Prince? I’m not too sure how that would go for you, mate.”
Asmodeus studied the sigil.
He wouldn’t. He thought.
Ketch was shaking his head, full knowing that Mick WOULD blow himself up if it meant saving him.
“You’re bluffing.” The Prince of hell called out, stripping his suit jacket off and setting it on the armrest of the throne.
He began folding his sleeves and circling Arthur, who was both concerned and sure that Mick would kill Colonel Sanders by pulling a human grenade stunt.
“Unfortunately, for both of us, he’s not bluffing.” Ketch sighed, wanting to smack his lover over the head for what he was thinking.
“I do suggest you follow what he asks of you.. that sigil looks like it would incapacitate you immediately, if not probably kill you.”
Mmm poetry is so romantic
Mick to @mostlytolerable
@mickofletters ITS THE LETTER LMAOOOO
