#inquired;

[achilleiid]

"Adam? Do you want me to come with you?" The query hangs in an airy, light way; there is no expectation either way for a yes or a no, but the offer itself is open. A mirror to the even expression upon his face as he regards his previous vessel.

A startled noise and a blank stare are his only response for a moment, eyes wide as he stares at Michael. And then slowly, recognition begins to take control. The person speaking to him was Michael, his Michael, and he had asked him a very simple question. 

And he... He was Adam, and he was here, in the house they shared with his service dog, Sgt Pickle Bear. He was alright, he was safe. What was the question again? 

Soft smile curling the corners of his lips ever so slightly as his expression softened fully, "Hm? I'm sorry, Mike, I didn't hear your question. I.. think I might've disassociated a bit there for a moment."

[icarusiisms]

“ what did you want to tell me? ”

@maelpereji || [ m e m e ]

“I--”

Castiel fidgets in front of his brother, small wings fluttering occasionally on his back. Behind his back, in his small pudgy hands, he holds a broken flower. He’d picked it, thinking that he would gift one to each of his big brothers, but the stem had snapped too close to the head.

“I was picking it for you, and it broke. I’m sorry.” He pulls his hands around in front of him, holding the stem and flower out to the archangel, his wings drooping slightly.

[askpillow]

I’m way too easy with guys because it’s my only form of self confidence, so they always use me

oh honey. there are other ways to gain self confidence, though off the top of my head i can’t think of any.

[achilleiid]

“Spill it” - Adam's feelings towards Zachariah and everything he was put through by him?

@maelpereji || truth potion [ x ] 

Zachariah. 

He flinches at the name, withdrawing into himself for a moment and trying to make himself appear smaller. The name brings up a sense of fear and loathing, unpleasant memories he’d rather not relive. 

“I--” When he finally speaks, his voice is whisper quiet, almost as if he’s afraid of repercussion for what he’s about to say. “I hate him. I hate him with my whole being.” 

A deep breath, muscles trembling slightly with adrenaline brought on by fear. “He’s the reason that I have so much trouble trusting what Michael says to me. Even though I know, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I can trust him and what he says, that he is not the same as other angels I’ve met, Zachariah kind of ruined it.” 

All of those broken promises and lies that he’d been told by Zachariah; they all left a horrible taste in his mouth and set him up for disappoint in his future relationships. And that was something that he’d never forgive Zachariah for.

[icarusiisms]

Most wonderful thing about playing Cas? Most frustrating thing?

@shieldofgod || [ m e m e ]

i published this too soon shit im sorry f U C K

The most wonderful thing about play Cas I think (or at least the Cas that I write), is getting to explore his humanity and how it’s changed him. It’s something that got glossed over in the show and it pains me that they didn’t do more with human!Cas, especially with all the potential it offered.

The most frustrating thing, in my opinion at least, is getting him to cooperate. And I don’t even mean just to write threads, but getting him to cooperate with other characters sometimes. As much as I say that my Cas is a squishy human bean, he starts a lot of fights and arguments with people.

[icarusiisms]

[chinhands at twin]

[chirps at twin and fluffs wings at]

[icarusiisms]

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather? ✉: What is something your muse would write about? // [my turn to roll away, baHA]

[ m e m e ] || @maelpereji

☼ ;; Cas’s favorite kind of weather is when it storms. Being human as he is now, it’s dangerous for him to stand in the heart of a storm like he used too, but he still enjoys staying outside as long as possible. Feeling the swell of power created by the storms is the closest he comes to the way he was originally.

✉ ;; If you were to sit Cas down with a blank notebook and a pen, he’d probably stare it for hours at a time, unsure of what to do. But in the end, it’d end up filled with details about his life up until that point. All the way back to his time with the Host and following his brothers around, learning from them, to now, his new life as a human.