#gracebidden

[thekingsparty]

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@wings-and-ties​ sent a minion: 🍼

- name: anthony ??? macleod - likes / dislikes: hunting, video games, lore / vegetables, old movies, snakes - first word: cwowley - appearance: he’s lanky & tall, but his soul is bright & pure. he smiles, always. dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, a jaw for days..  - which parent they look more like: as a lil boy, he looked a looooooot like crowley except for the eyes of course, but as anthony grows up (literally lol), he’s starting to look a little more like castiel. - which parent they like more: idk, i think he couldn’t choose - height once fully grown: 1,83m / 6′0″ (he’s a tol) - job ambition: firefighter (crowley doesn’t like it) - faceclaim:

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[lastofmars]

@gracebidden liked for a spn au starter

He’s a little bit over-tired, maybe.. More than a little. A lot. Perhaps that’s why he’s slipping--on this case, or maybe just in general. He’s been in a rut for a while, and this should just be an easy case.. a werewolf, obviously--eating the hearts of it’s victims and leaving them staged for anyone to find. Like a serial killer, almost, and the thought of it gave J’onn chills. This wasn’t just for food, it was so obviously sport, and it weighed on J’onn’s mind.

So perhaps, he’s a little bit startled when he hears a flutter of feathers behind him, jolting a little more than he would normally at the sound. He steadies himself quickly, though, putting on that hidden smile he wears at the company, and hides the exhaustion from under his eyes. And then, he turns around.

“Castiel. I wasn’t expecting your company today.”

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@gracebidden​ sent a minion: 🍼 / @gracebidden if you thought i wouldn’t come out of hiding just to make you do this...

- name: katherine amelia macleod - likes / dislikes: reading, magic, languages, playing hunter (thx cas) / cats  - first word: cas (crowley is not happy) - appearance: she has crowley’s nose & hair color, also his forehead & jawline, which is a little less defined than castiel’s. she has castiel’s blue eyes, though & definitely his body type - which parent they look more like: she actually looks a lot more like crowley, which castiel isn’t unhappy about, but crowley is - which parent they like more: castiel, he supports her dreams - height once fully grown: 1,70m / 5′7″ - job ambition: huntress (again, crowley blames cas) - faceclaim:

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[lastofmars]

@gracebidden

So an Angel and a Martian walk into a space-station. It sounds exactly like one of Ted’s terrible jokes, and the thought makes J’onn tempted to roll his eyes. He doesn’t, for the other’s benefit, as he most certainly would not be in on the joke.

“It’s good for you to finally join us, Castiel. If you don’t mind--I could give you a more extensive tour of our facilities here. We already have some quarters arranged for you, as well, to use at your disposal.”

[prodigil]

@gracebidden.

sam’s  flinch  away  from  castiel  is  more  aggressive  than  he  intends.  there  is  a  tremor  at  the  tips  of  his  fingers,  his  jaw  when  he  opens  his  mouth  to  speak.  he  understands  the  medical  necessity  in  redressing  and  cleaning  wounds,  but  every  touch  is  scalding,  drives  him  mere  inches  from  his  fight-or-flight  response,  strikes  a  deep  terror  into  the  depth  of  his  heart.  guilt  follows  his  fear,  intense,  just  short  of  a  physical  sensation.  he  wrests  with  the  bile  in  his  esophagus,  and  the  heavy,  exhausted  feeling  from  shoulders  to  knees.  

‘  please  don’t  touch  me.  ‘  he  manages,  peculiarly  calm  for  how  miserable  he  feels.  his  hand  splays  open.  ‘  just.  i .. i  can  do  it,  just .. give  me  the  gauze.  please.  ‘

[prodigil]

we left him to die. / cas @gracebidden

saints row 4.  /  accepting.  /  @gracebidden.

‘  what?  ‘  

it’s  not  sam’s  emotional  attachment--he’s  known  the  aforementioned  guy  for  a  week  (it  was  that  way,  sometimes,  picking  up  a  straggler  to  watch  your  back,  tossing  him  a  few  cans  of  preservatives  for  the  safety  of  i’ll  take  first  shift),  tops.  its  the  merit  of  letting  someone  die  to  come  out  unmarred  from  a  complex  situation.  he’s  sure  (we  did  what  we  had  to  do,  how  many  times  did  he  hear  that,  from  john,  from  dean?)  it  lacked  simplicity,  sure  the  half-mumbled  sympathies  and  aggressive  refuting  would  come  like  hooks  sinking  into  winnows  mouths,  and  boy,  does  he  feel  that  fish  line  tugging.  

bobby  makes  some  noise  resetting  a  trap,  a  brief  interval  to  let  what  seems  like  shock  fester  in  sam.   he  gapes  at  cas,  his  lips  softly  parting,  the  head  of  protest  breaching  the  slight  gap  between  his  moderately  kempt  teeth.   his  frustrations  and  fear  mount  easy  on  his  gentle  features.

‘  it  was -- it  was  him  or  you,  right?  y'all  didn’t  leave  a  guy  to  get,  ripped  to  shreds.  cas?  ‘

[prodigil]

@gracebidden

‘  you’re  reading.  ‘  

            speaking  bluntly,  sam  lips  slacken  and  hold  his  wonder  there,  a  poorly  hidden  secret  pooling  between  his  teeth,  some  proclamation  of  something  like  love.  he  realizes  how  he  comes  across,  rights  his  posture,  swathes  the  webbing  of  his  thumb  and  finger  over  his  mouth.  

‘  uh,  what’re  you  reading?  ‘

[celestialsunglasses]

I meant...how are you holding up? / cas

Nick half shrugged, digging his heels into the floor to keep himself grounded, “I’ll be alright. I’m just... I’ve been feeling weird lately. Little out of it. It’s okay, though. I’m okay.” It was hard to say who he was trying to convince more; Cas or himself. He took a deep breath and took a step forward, a soft half smile on his face as he set a hand on the angel’s shoulder, “but enough about me, how are you?” head tilt.