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NO HESITATION. a clenched fist like lightning struck the other angel across the jaw. the zealous one did not even speak, nor otherwise address castiel’s presence. he saw it usually as hateful, dishonorable to strike even an enemy unaware, let alone one of his own brothers (but he’s had A LOT of practice now, hasn’t he?). immediately he raised his palms in a gesture of peace.
“it’s out of my system FOR NOW, but that’s for SO MANY FUCKING THINGS.”
she didnt think about it, not that she could think much anyway. her mind was under a soft haziness, a blanket of dull numbness that was a direct result of the bottle of red wine she had consumed. perhaps that would be her downfall--- wine and a man with the sky in his eyes who tasted like fresh water and the world’s sorrows. she should not be kissing him, she was too old to be drowning in mysterious men still. yet she found herself pulling back to look at him, still close, still curious. “ angels arent real, ” she whispered in the small space between them, a secret spoken into the dark corner of the bar. the brothers out to find her town’s monster before it found her again, one man left behind to protect her. they were not supposed to leave the motel room. “ prove it. ” she wanted to kiss him again. she shouldnt. @castyael based off this [ x ]
symbol meme. what's your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to roleplaying?
mun meme // @castyael & @sacripent (TWO OF YOU. TWO CASTIELS. ASKING THE SAME THING. ARE WE A FAM NOW. AN ANGELIC NERD-Y FAM.)
The single greatest source of inspiration is probably just getting in character while observing his canon ---- watching a scene or even a gifset and getting into Cas’s brain and his heart and feeling him. What is he thinking while doing/seeing/experiencing thing x? How does this relate to everything else I know about him? I love doing that, becoming him and just figuring him out that way.
The inspiration for things like hcs, anyway!
When thinking of rp ideas... it can be anything. I might see something in some other fictional story, be it a whole storyline or just an atmosphere or a dialogue, and adapt that into Cas’s story.
My ideas with fiction and writing in general come in bits and pieces. So there’s often a thing I want to explore and then the character(s) run the show from there on, a lot!
castyael replied to your post: lord byron’s ghost @ me for all these posts:
this is the content i signed up for
i’m so happy i can provide
𝐶𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐸𝐿 / starter call . @castyael
friend . foe . the two blurred together when she was snuck up on , or when a stranger appeared in her room on a H U N T ! ! ! barrel pointed at the man , her heels dropped to make room for two hands to grasp the hilt . ❝ who the fuck are you ? ? ? ❞
❝ I know you, ❞ well--- she didn’t know him personally, but she knew who he was. she’s had almost as many visions and dreams of him as well as the Winchesters. Dean and Sam had told her about him briefly, but she never thought she’d meet the angel. he’s... more human looking then she expected.
❝ you’re Castiel. uh---- i’m Violet; Dean and Sam told me about you. can I ask what you’re doing here? I told those two I don’t need a protector, ❞ she knew that they sometimes worried about her being out here on her own as a prophet, but she was still a hunter, and she had a job to do.
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he SEEKS out, immerses himself, surrounds himself with BEAUTY; he is conscious of his DEPENDENCE upon those who create it----like the DEVIL, or like he, who re-creates it in his loyal and GIVING BRIDES. very LITTLE matters apart from this, including THE ANGEL CASTIEL. a body, writhes still on his STONE table, warm, flesh, crimson pouring from a gaping hole in his neck------- and a NON-BELIEVER. dracula wipes his mouth with his sleeve. there was no way he would truly share his meal, but the FUN was in LYING about it.
‘ you are WELCOME, castiel, if you have come here to dine. regarding the TASTE of BLOOD------ there is a first TIME for EVERYTHING. ‘
“ I REMEMBER YOU , “ i remember what you tried to do . / @castyael
