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Nope. After the first episode, Uncle Chuck got robotisized and isn’t seen again.
Oh no...Poor Uncle Chuck.
That is a shame. I guess I can understand why he isn’t brought up again since SatAM focused on saving him. So Underground probably did not want to do the same thing.
It could have made for some nice family dynamics though.
(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand. or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you.
“Care to seize the day, my friend?”
Outer Banks Season 1- FEM OC! and ?
Here's the Prologue in case you haven’t read it already <3 Check it out!
There is something that I should probably tell you: My Dad went missing at sea nine months ago looking for a shipwreck. Heavy, I know. My dad has always been obsessed with the waves and their secrets. Going above and beyond with his research just to understand the smallest corners of the ocean. I still remember the day he told me about this amazing ship called ‘The Royal Merchant’ like it was yesterday.
Bursting through the tarnished door of the Château, kicking my shoes off as I rushed into the kitchen, “Dad! Look what my friend made me,” I announced causing my dad to jump, smacking his head on the cabinet that he was tucked within, screwdriver in hand.
“Ow. Fuck!” he hissed and I gasped at the man, pointing accusingly at the jar which reads 'Pay up, Chuck!’. Grunting, but not objecting, he pulls out a dollar, stuffing it in the jar before turning around staring at my innocent face.
“You have a mark,” I giggled and gestured his whole face, “There,” and he just asked “Has it damaged my handsome face?” which I instantly shake my head at saying, “Of course not.”
“That’s my girl,” he ruffles my hair causing me to huff and swat away his hands as he pulls out a chair now looking eye-level at me, “And what’s this?” he asked, gently taking the delicate origami boat out of my small hands.
“It’s a boat,” I stated the obvious, “My friend and I are going to sail it tomorrow at the boat race,” I said proudly with my hands on my hips
“Oh really,” he raised his eyebrows at me, brushing his fingers over the pink initials on the side of the 'boat’.
’M&T’
“Yes. My friend has a remote control boat that he’s going to race and I want to take part too, so he made me this,” I confess, eyes sparkling at the boat my dad’s fiddling with, “It’s good isn’t it?”
My dad just looked at me, “Do you really want to enter the boat race?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for any sign of uncertainty.
“Well yeah,” I tilted my head, “Do you think I’ll win?”
“Can I show you something?” he asked ignoring my question which I scrunched my nose at, but nodded none the less. My paper boat still in hand, dad made his way over to his office and I followed behind cautiously, stopping at the door, peering in at him as he sits at his desk, “Come in Ladybug.”
Placing my boat at the head of his desk, he beckons me over, tapping the photographs he pulled out. It was a ship. I had never seen a ship like it before. It had huge, white sails that were propelled forward with the weight of the wind. Painted coal black with the most luxurious gold lining along the sides, but what stood out the most was the angel. At the bow of the ship, there was the most beautiful sculpture, its wings spread and arms wide, welcoming the waves that it cruised through.
“Wow,” was all I could say and my dad seemed to understand the overwhelmingness, “Amazing, isn’t it?” he asked and I nodded agreeing wholeheartedly.
“Imagine sailing that in the boat competition,” I dreamed, I could see it then. Me, standing tall and proud, captains hat on my head, sword in hand as I order us forward, trusting the directions of the angel.
“That would be something,” he muses tapping my nose as I was causing condensation to gather on the photo with how closely I was examining at it, “But sadly this ship sank a long time ago.”
The news shocked me. 'How could such a breathtaking ship just sink?’ I thought, so I asked just that.
“Well, sometimes ships don’t always make it through their voyage,” he reasoned and I looked at him with careful eyes, “Maybe it was pirates?” I suggested.
“Pirates?” he laughed, leaning back in his chair, watching with amusement as I darted around his office reenacting the scene of a Pirate trying to steal the ship, “Argh! Where be the gold?” a pencil held accusingly in his direction.
“At the bottom off the ocean.”
His abruptness caused me to lose character as I stared at him in curiosity, “Wait, really?” I jumped on his desk, my act is long forgotten as I swung my legs back and forward. He just nods, eyes wrinkling with a wide smile.
I grabbed his hand, shaking it, “Then what are we waiting for? Let go get it,” my innocence was nothing short of entertaining for my dad, “It’s a little harder than that, ladybug,” he answered, my shoulders dropping at his response, “And what would you do with $500 million in gold, huh?”
$500 million!? Ignoring my initial shock and answered back with the utmost certainty, “I’d go, full Kook.”
He chuckled at my honesty, reaching down for the old box that was sitting beside his chair. Pulling off the tape and rummaging through the brown tissue paper as I sneezed at the dust that danced around in the air.
He pulled out a boat. It was like a replica of the 'Royal Merchant’ with a bit of character. Its blue paint peeling off the sides and the single sail sitting askew at the mast. Passing it gently to me he said, “I want you to sail this at the boat competition tomorrow,” he announced as he timidly waited for my reaction.
“I know it’s old and not remote-controlled-” placing the boat beside me, I lunged forward pulling my dad in for a hug. The hairs on his chin digging into my shoulder caused me to back away slightly, “Thank you, Dad,” I whispered.
Picking up the boat, I stared at it proudly.
My own Royal Merchant.
“I call it… the 'HMS Pogue.”
I miss him.
Life was so much easier when I was five. No worries or responsibilities. Life was just… good.
Three months after he went missing the police declared him dead, but John B and I weren’t giving up. Until I see a body, I’m not signing anything.
As for mom, you’ve probably had a better chance of seeing her than I have. She left when we were three years old and moved to Colorado. At least John B said it was Colorado.
Then there’s the legend himself, Uncle T. I say legend because I haven’t seen him in years, for all I know he might not even be real. Since dad vanished he is supposed to be our legal guardian. However, he’s currently in Mississippi for construction, 'Building an Empire’, as he explained to me over the phone, or did he. No, he really did, something about him 'making his way up in the world.’Good for him, I guess?
So, for the time being, it’s just been, Johnny Boy and I. A pair of unemancipated teenagers who have been living on our own.
“It has come to our attention that you’re two unemancipated minors living on your own,” Cheryl says sighing, taking off her glass staring us down as if daring us to tell her otherwise.
John B and I exchange looks before turning back to Cheryl who looks at us expectingly, “No,” John B laughs scoffing at her 'assumption’. She tilts her head at John B, turning to me waiting for my Input, “Sounds false,” I say, going back to clicking the rather expensive pen that I nabbed off her desk.
Rolling her eyes at the pair of us, “What I need from you two is honesty,” reaching over in an attempt to snatch the pen out of my hand. I just hold it my above my head out of her reach with a childish smile. Sighing, she slumps back in her chair, “I want to help you. That’s what we want, right?” she continues.
“Yeah, we’ll be honest,” John B nods as I hold up three fingers, “Scouts honour,” I smile at the lady.
Letting out another sigh, 'God, she sighs a lot,’ she begins to write, “When was the last time you both saw your uncle?” she asks.
Not even having to look at my brother, I already know what he was going to say, “34 minutes ago,” we both announce. Cheryl glances up from her papers, squinting at our synchronization, “And when was the last time you saw him?”
“Two hours and 43 minutes ago,” I say again in sync with John B who shudders at the fact that I knew exactly what he was going to say. Shrugging off his wide eyes, I stare at Cheryl who places down her pen, hands now clasped professionally on her desk, “We’re going to come out tomorrow, to speak with your uncle. If he’s not there, we’re going to move forward with foster care.”
With that, John B and I stand up moving our way to the door, my knees slightly shaking at the lady’s words. John B holds the door open for me but pauses when Cheryl calls out, “I can assure you, both of you, we will find a safe and loving home,”
Turning back once more, “You don’t want this back, do you?” I ask, dangling the turquoise Tiffany pen catching her attention again.
“I’ll collect it when we come by tomorrow,” she dismisses.
'Right. Tomorrow.’
“How did you do that?” John B questions as we walk towards the van, “Do what?” I ask, sticking the pen behind my ear.
“Know what I was going to say to Cheryl,” He answers fishing the keys out of his pocket, “Because we’re psychic, remember?”
Feeling the lack of presence beside me, I turn to see John B just eyeing me down. Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, “You think out loud,” referring to John B’s concerning amount of mumbling before arriving here.
“I do not,” he mutters walking up to the driver’s side of the van, “also, you weren’t a scout,” he calls out.
“I know,” I admit, “It just made me feel less bad about lying.”
Sitting in the uncomfortable heat, my back sticking to the ripped leather seats, my head running with thoughts, I ask, “Do you think they’ll split us up?”
Looking out the rolled-down window all I see is passing houses and blurred faces. I see people with no worries and I can’t help but feel helpless in my situation. We have no control over anything that happens. Sure we can run, but how long is it until we run out of breath?
Sometimes I just wish we could go back in time, back to when my biggest problem in life was arguing with Pope that it was a useless skill knowing the first thirty numbers of PI. It’s impressive, super nerdy, but still impressive, and also completely useless. ’See, I still can’t get over it.’
“Is that what you’re so worried about? Us being split up,” he questions, now understand why the first five minutes of the drive home was unnaturally silent.
“Well yeah, doesn’t it scare you too? The thought of living with another family who have no idea who we are and take pity on us because our dad went missing,” my voice cracking slightly at the mention of dad. Even after nine months, it’s still hard to believe that he’s just… gone. Things like that don’t just happen. Not here. Not now.
“Hey,” he says rubbing my knee, I stop picking at my bracelet, looking up at him with damp eyes, “Foster care is the last place we’ll be going, okay?” Despite the niggling at the back of my head, I sheepishly nod at him now feeling stupid for getting upset about something that I knew John B would never allow to happen.
“And beside’s if they did split us up, which they won’t 'cause we’re not going to foster care, you’d for sure be given back after they realise how much of a pest you are,” I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, rubbing my hand under my nose, “Oh, I’m the pest?” I cough, leaning my back against the door looking accusingly at the boy.
“100%. You know what your problem is?” looking in my direction quickly making sure I was still listening to him, a knowing smirk covering his face, “You love me too much and you can’t bare the thought of living without me.”
I know what he’s was saying was meant to be joke, but it holds truth behind it. I don’t know where I would be without John B. Say its because we’re twins and we naturally have that bond together, but he has been a constant rock throughout my life. He has always been there, not only from birth.
From when he learned how to walk before me and would attempt to lift me by my head urging me to do the same. From our first day at school, when we walked hand in hand through the gates. From my first relationship that didn’t last longer than a day because I got him to hand the poor boy a note saying 'I wanted to break up’.
I don’t know why I thought this would be any different.
John B didn’t have to be my friend. He could have just left it at 'sister’ and that’s it. But he didn’t and he never would. I might be his sister first and foremost, but secondly, I’m also his friend. A friend that he can tell anything to. A friend who he can lean on when times get tough. A friend who will always be there for him. I support and love him as a sister and as a friend.
He’s my rock.
“I really couldn’t,” I admit knowing fine well that if John B wasn’t here I wouldn’t want to know who I’d be. I’d be a completely different person and that’s a person I’d rather not meet.
“Don’t get all sappy on me now,” he says pulling up to the Château, bringing the van to a stop. Pushing open the door, I stop when I hear him confess, “I couldn’t live you either,” he smiles at me.
“Look whose being sappy now,” closing the door behind me, making my way round to the front of the house.
“Hey, you’ll be alright on your own for a bit yeah? I’m going to head in town, see what’s up with the storm,” he calls and I just nod and eagerly ask, “Can you bring me home Reese’s cup? Kie ate them all.”
“Pretty sure it was you who ate them all, but sure Mace,” he honks the horn as I wave him off down the road.
The Château. Home sweet home. Well, as sweet as an old fish shack on the marsh can be. It might not look like much, but if you can look past the peeling wallpaper, leaking ceiling, tatted coach, and a terrible internet connection, you’d see a home.
Kicking off my shoes, I welcome in the smell of burnt toast courtesy of John B this morning. 'It’s not burnt, just lightly crisped,’ he said. If you would consider a chard slice on bread to be 'lightly crisped’ then he’s an expert at making toast.
I’ve had a tough day, more like a tough year, but I digress. My dad’s missing, mom’s out of the picture, my uncle is M.I.A, and now the bride of Frankenstein is threatening me with foster care. I deserve a gold star just for not going insane yet.
Pulling out dad’s stash of old records, my eyes flicker until I set sight on the album. 'Elvis’ Gold Records Vol 4,’ smiling fondly at the faded cover, the corners hanging together for dear life with the number of times its been played.
Tactfully, I place the record on the turntable of dad’s '54 Garrard oak record player. Gently I blow on the record until the static scratching fades and Elvis’ soulful voice fills the room with an energy that I can’t help, but dance to.
'You look like an angel, walk like an angel,’
I prance around the room, mumbling the lyrics under my breath, swaying my hips slowly, losing myself for just a moment within the strumming of the bass. Just as fast, I’m jumping around the living room like Tazmanian Devil, flipping my hair as I pretend to be playing the instruments as the chorus drops.
'You’re the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise,’
I grab the stick of deodorant, using it as a microphone as I yell the lyrics, pointing at my reflection like a rockstar. My eyes instantly closing as a glare of light reflects into my eyes, 'It’s the paparazzi, they’ve found me,’ I thought.
I was wrong.
Squeezing one eye open, still posing in my rockstar stance, I spot the reflection a hysterical JJ hunched over on himself, phone in hand as he runs the other through his hair, “Pope was right, you can’t sing, or dance,” he wheezes, wiping away the streaks running down his red cheeks.
Sighing, I place the deodorant back in its place, turning to face the boy, my eyes follow him as he types away, nose buried in his phone, 'So much for my big break.’ Flicking off the record, I hear the sound of my singing protruding from JJ’s phone, the boy still laughing at what he had just witnessed.
“You better not show that to anyone,” I threat, holding eye contact with him and he nods, “Don’t worry May, this is for my eyes only,” he sniggers waving his phone around soon shoving it into the back pocket of his shorts.
“Why are you here anyway?” I question watching JJ kick his feet up on the couch, arms crossed leisurely behind his head. He nods in the direction of his disregard bag that he dumped in the middle of the room, “Well, as you can see, I packed a bag and-”
“And now you’re in my house… why?” I interrupt still failing to see the logic behind him being here. He was here this morning and he was back already?
“Storm Aggies hitting tonight and I know how much you hate storms so, naturally here I am” he excuses, “To protect you,” he explains but I just stayed focussed on the boy with raised eyebrows.
Eventually getting tired of his own excuses, JJ sits up, legs in a basket, picking at the rings on his fingers, “My dad’s been on a three-day bender,” he admits and trails off, “I just don’t want to deal with him right now.”
’Welp, now I feel like an asshole.’
Of course, I know about JJ’s home life and all the terrible shit his dad, if you could even call him that, puts him through. I realised pretty early on in our friendship when he showed up at the Château one day with a shiner. When my dad opened the door he was instantly alarmed at the spurt of colour invading the young boy’s face, but JJ being JJ just brushed it off and said he fell.
My dad wasn’t stupid and had his speculations about JJ’s father, often seeing the drunk man stumbling around the marsh, but he didn’t want to question the boy as he had no idea what he goes through behind closed doors.
That night when JJ went home, dad told both John B and I that we should never go to JJ’s house on our own, but never actually telling us the reason why. As you can probably guess, I didn’t listen to my dad’s wishes, and what I learned that day changed the way I saw JJ.
It was weird. I had never gone this long without seeing the boisterous blonde.
Last week JJ promised me that he would take me to see his dad’s boat. ‘The Phantom’, he called it. After recently seeing how interested I had gotten into boats and ships he wanted to show me his dad’s most prized possession.
So, there I was, sitting at the curb outside my house, two ice-cold ice pops in hand, a strawberry one for me and an orange one for JJ, waiting patiently for the boy in question.
My tongue and lips were tinted pink as my wonderous eyes watched the passing cars and letting out the occasional 'awe’ when dogs strutted past.
'Where is he? His ice pop’s melting,’ I thought as the cold condensation ran down my hands, evaporating as soon as the drips hit the burning tarmac.
'He wouldn’t ditch me, would he?’ I instantly shook away my doubts, 'JJ would never do that, don’t be stupid Mason.’
Sparing a glance over my shoulder I saw dad and John B getting ready to head to the marsh in hopes of catching some drum. When I saw the boat head out into the water, I brushed myself off and ran in the direction of JJ’s house.
Now, I knew that my dad told me never to go there, but I wasn’t planning on chapping his door, I would just hopefully meet him halfway. Maybe he was late?
JJ’s house wasn’t far from mine, I was practically a straight road. Something you’ll notice about the cut is the further you venture in the more, how should I put it, Pogue-like it gets, and JJ’s house was no exception to this.
Having not seen a glimpse of his blonde locks, I wandered down the dirt drive aside of the house.
That’s when I heard it.
Whilst stepping through the long grass, dodging the scattered litter, broken beer bottles, and petrol canisters. I paused. Too scared to move.
“Where do you think you’re going, boy?” I heard a gravelling voice slur, I assumed it was his dad. As skillfully as possible, I tiptoed to the wall of the house, leaning over slightly to peer in through the screened porch.
I don’t know who I saw that day but, it wasn’t my JJ.
My JJ had this aura of mischief around him. My JJ had boisterously messy hair and wild eyes sparkling with strength. My JJ was my knight in shining armour, but the boy I was looking at was… broken. An empty shell. Not at all JJ.
“Out,” was all he said. That’s all he said.
What I saw that day stayed with me forever. I couldn’t watch it. The sight of JJ being tackled to the ground by his dad caused me to gasp, ducking back against the wall, trembling fingers over my mouth as all I could do was listen with numb ears.
I can’t remember how long it went on for, the cries and pleas seemed to play on repeat. The slamming of a car door and the kickback of dirt hitting my shins brung me back to that sad reality. Watching the car speed off with damp eyes, I wobbled my way around the house.
“JJ,” I whispered trying not to frighten the boy, but ultimately doing so when the screen door let out an ear pinching screak.
Once lying on his back, but now he stood defensively before me, eyes wide, “May? What,-” he chocked, using the back of his hand in an attempt to wipe away the blood that crept its way onto his white teeth, “what are you doing here?”
He attempted to shield his face from my wavering eyes, but I still saw. I saw his swollen lip. I saw his bloodshot eyes. I saw the handprints around his neck.
I saw him.
“We were supposed to hang out today,” I reminded him, but instantly shook my head and took a step closer to him as he took one back, bumping into the cabinet causing a cluster of empty beer bottles to smash against the floor.
Crouching down, mumbling something like 'his dads going to kill him,’ he attempts to pick up the shards of glass, hissing as they stuck to his fingers.
Still timid with my actions, I spoke up, “Go grab a first aid kit,” as I looked around the messy living room for a safe way to clean the glass, “I’ve got it,” but the boy just cried.
In front of the broken glass sat a more broken boy, head buried in his hands, knees up to his chest that heaved with panic. It hurt to see JJ like this. It was like seeing what happens behind the curtain and it frankly terrified me. The thought that this had been happening to my best friend and I had no idea.
I was so used to JJ being there for me that I didn’t stop to think 'Who was there for him?’ And that makes me a terrible friend.
I ignored the screaming of the old floorboards under my weight. I ignored the feeling of the glass digging into my knees. I ignored, despite how difficult it was, the guilt that ached my heart.
I just hugged him.
My JJ.
From that day forward I promised myself one thing: that I would never be innocently ignorant of what is going on around me.
Life isn’t always sunshine and daffodils, with peaceful doves and poetic words. Life can be cruel and unfair for a variety of reasons, majority none of our own, and that’s where friends come in. All you have to do is show them that sometimes the grass is greener on the other side and sometimes it isn’t, but that’s okay because as long as you’re there for them, the tiniest shed of light can grow a flower.
“You’re gonna have to start paying rent dude,” I joke in hopes of lifting his spirit and it partly works as the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, “But hey, you’re always welcome here, alright?”
JJ knows that I would never turn him away, but sometimes he just needs that little bit of reassurance. No matter what, our door is always open, for anyone really, who might need a break from their life because I can guarantee that once they see the shitshow that is my life, they’ll realise that they’re not alone.
Holding eye contact with me, he nods sheepishly, “I know,” causing bliss to erupt in the pit of my stomach.
But shy JJ never lasts very long. That smirk that I know all too well tells me that I’m in for a ride tonight, “Besides, with this fresh, juicy bait that I have on you now, you’d never let me leave.”
There he is, that’s the JJ I know and love.
“You might single-handedly be the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” I just poured a bit of my heart out to this boy and what does he do? He laughs in my face, but I can’t help but giggle at the sight of his eyes popping out at my sudden confession, “Might!? There’s someone else!?”
The night that Storm Agatha hit the Outer Banks was filled with nothing but playful banter, the chugging of many beers, and a friendly, not so friendly, game of Go-Fish.
Whether it was intensional or not, JJ made me forget all about the whirling winds that subtly shook the Château. Instead fogging my mind with his failed attempts to try and cheat himself a win.
I could deny it until the cows come home, but there’s no point.
JJ is my knight in shining armour.
He’s my JJ.
But, I’ll never tell him that.
Chapter One: FIN!
Oft, two flashbacks in one, sounds goos to me. There will be a lot of these throughout this story. I feel as though it helps me establish Mason’s current relationships with those around her, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.
What did you think?
I didn’t mean to hit you with fluff, angst, and then fluff again, but I’m proud of this chapter, even if its just the very beginning and we still have a lot to go through so, saddle up troops.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter <3
Also, if anyone would like to be tagged in future chapters just let me know and I will for sure do that!
Between Reality And Madness | Castiel Roleplay Verse
Name: Patient Jimmy (Castiel) Novak
Species: Former Angel/Human (Angel in a few cases)
Plot: Castiel never recovered after taking Sam’s wounds from the cage. He never helped the boys beat Dick. He stayed in the psych ward, and after Meg died, he ripped his own grace, and turned into human, causing to himself more damage. That made him more dangerous for himself and everyone else and easier to manipulate. He keeps hallucinating about the boys, and how much they hate him, along with Dick Roman and the Leviathans. He attempted to suicide multiple times, but he was prevented every single time.
Best Roleplay Partners: Meg Masters, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
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Fallen and Broken | Castiel Roleplay Verse
Name: Castiel Winchester
Species: Former Angel/Human
Plot: Castiel felt that his grace started draining. He couldn’t find out why and he couldn’t find a way to stop it. When he was completely human anymore, he read in a book about Seraphims. It was written that the fallen one, would be a part of humanity and his grace would turn into a soul, because he reached the point of having human feelings as an angel. But what Castiel didn’t know was that Sam’s wounds from the cage would return because he didn’t have his grace to filter them anymore.
Best Roleplay Partners: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
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Omega!Castiel | Castiel Roleplay Verses
Name: Castiel (Cas) Novak
Species: Human Omega
Plot: Castiel was gone for years, captured in Heaven. When he returned to earth, all he could feel at start was confusion and pain. But as long as he waited for help, that much a beautiful sense grew stronger. Castiel couldn’t understand why he suddenly felt that warm and safe, but in the presence of the man, he could realize immediately that he was an Omega, and his friend was his Alpha.
Best Roleplay Partners: Alpha!Dean Winchester, Alpha!Sam Winchester.
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Enslaved and Terrified | Castiel Roleplay Verse
Name: Castiel Novak
Species: Human
Seasons: After Season 7
Family: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
“I don’t remember what was like to be me… I don’t remember being happy… I don’t remember anything else than… That I should obey my commander or he… He will hurt my family… And… He will tear me to pieces… Please… Stop it… I don’t want to feel anymore… The pain, the terror… His smile, Naomi… Please stop it… I don’t know what’s real anymore… I am not okay…”
Supernatural Verse: After Raphael returned from his fake death, he dragged Castiel back to heaven to punish him for his crimes with the Leviathans. Years passed on earth when Castiel returned in a horrible and beaten up state, terrified. His punishment in Heaven required being Raphael’s personal slave. His pet. That broke him totally and after Raphael decided to let him go under his control, Castiel is back to earth, graceless, having totally forgotten how to be himself anymore or how to think the way he used to. It would take him long to recover after what he did in heaven in order to protect the boys.
Family: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Jack
Seasons: Probably After 9
“I have been here for very long time… And suddenly… I can’t see all these miracles my father created… My whole life I was observing human’s incredible nature and now I have to accept that I won’t be able to see anything ever again? How can you say that I will get used to it? Would you?”
Supernatural Verse: Castiel, long human now, have been to a hunt with Sam and Dean. They had to go after an angel that was selling souls in hell, by stealing them from heaven. As they got him and Castiel tried to attack him, the angel, out of self-defense, lit his grace, and filled the whole room with light, blinding Castiel that was next to him. Castiel, fell to the floor as the angel disappeared, confused, with his eyes turned to white, and bleeding.
AU Verse: After a car accident, Castiel was carried to a hospital. His doctor called Naomi Sheppard failed to diagnose the real problem, and his brain surgery failed. Castiel woke up, unable to see anything. They informed him that there has been a mistake and that he wouldn’t be able to see ever again. Castiel felt like he had lost his freedom. He wouldn’t be independent anymore, and he didn’t know if he had anyone to take care of him. His older brother, his high school friends? He just knew that life would be much more difficult now and he had to move on or stay back and die.
Family: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Bobby Singer, Gabriel, Charlie Bradbury, Mary Winchester, Claire Novak, Crowley.
“I wanted you all to know that… When I do picture myself happy… It’s with all of you. Right here. Not heaven, not anywhere. You are my home. And I don’t care how much time I have left. I love you.”
Supernatural Verse: Castiel’s grace faded and the angel had turned to a complete human. Months of training and hunting, Castiel was used to the hunter’s life, and living with Sam and Dean. Things were getting better for him, until he started feeling weaker as weeks passed. He started skipping meals, feeling sick, but everyone ignored the signs until the once soldier passed out during a vampire hunt. After being carried to the nearest hospital, the doctor told the boys that the patient James Novak was diagnosed as HIV positive years before Cas had possessed him and that Castiel was suffering from AIDS at the moment. The doctors gave him four months of life, until Cas’s system would totally break down.
Trigger warnings: Serious Illness, Depression
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AU Verse: Castiel was coming from a small town. He had never met his parents and he was living with his alcoholic uncle since he was six years old. After leaving his home -mentally and physically abused for years- when he turned to sixteen he tried to be independent and started working as a barman to the city of Seattle. He made friendships with people with the same family background as him, and started trying their habits which included lots of alcohol and drugs. In a really young age he was diagnosed as HIV positive suffering from AIDS. All the support he had from his once ‘friends’ was gone and soon Castiel appreciated his life and the people that really cared for him.
Trigger Warnings: Flashback of Mental and Physical Abuse, Drug Usage, Suffering from Serious Illness, Depression, Suicidal thoughts and attempts in Cas’s childhood
Ask me to roleplay in this verse
Little Trouble | Deaged Castiel | Castiel Roleplay Verse
Name: Castiel Novak
Age: 2-3 years old
Species: Fledging-Former Angel/Human
Seasons: Anyone
Family: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Raphael, Michael, Lucifer, Hannah, Balthazar, Chuck.
“I uanna be fwee fom hewe, I uanna be out, look bees and have honey, but my bwothes, hates me, I have to do too?”
Supernatural Verse: Castiel had been to a hunt with Sam and Dean but the hunt didn’t end well. A witch saw the power Castiel had to destroy her and turned him to a small kid before running away. Sam and Dean ended up with a kid Cas to take care, which the worst was that he had all the memories of his normal self. So as they take care of Cas, they have to find a way to reverse the spell, even if the little angel has the best time in his whole life with the two boys.
Trigger Warnings: Flashbacks of a hurtful childhood and mindcontrol in heaven, bad spelling from a toddler?
“I told you, I am not insane! I am an angel of the Lord, I swear! I swear I am not insane! Call Sam and Dean, they will prove you that I am an angel, please let me go!”
Supernatural Verse: Castiel was raised by Bobby next to Sam and Dean. He was raised to be a hunter. His parents were hunters too, and had died when he was still a baby. Castiel was Sam’s and Dean’s best friend until their paths parted. Sam and Dean searched for their father and kept fighting the supernatural, while Castiel made his own family. He was still in contact with the Winchesters and helped them from time to time in their hunts. Castiel had a wonderful life, until the day that a demon broke into his house and killed his wife. Cas didn’t have the time to stop him, he could only save Claire. After that shock, Castiel lost his mind. He was convinced that he was an angel, that had fallen on earth and lost his memories of heaven. Castiel was convinced he had powers he could use for the greater good, and that put himself and his daughter in danger. Sam and Dean started taking care of Claire while they put Castiel to a mental institution, hoping the man would find himself again.
Summary: I probably won't update again for a while. I have more midterms coming up and finals are coming up as well. Panchito will vary between calling Donald his real name, Donal', and Donaldo as he and José have called him all these before in the comics.
Notes: Donald attempts to escape the temple. Scrooge and the others begin to talk about funeral plans. Panchito and Perrosá finally reach the ruins.
Next Chapter: https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/175429927832/traveling-home-chapter-9-the-ruins-part-2
Donald couldn’t stop pacing.
The Ahuizotl knows I’m trying to escape. That’s why it’s destroying the stairways. It wants to trap me here.
He slid the bag off his shoulders.
Is there anything in here I can use?
He tossed aside supplies, garbage wrappers from the small number of snacks he had eaten, and an empty water bottle. At the very bottom of his bag, was a long coil of rope.
That’s right! When Scrooge and I were stuck in the quicksand, we used HIS rope! I can escape with this!
He chucked everything back into his bag and slung it over his shoulders again. He walked back to the last stairway he was at. When he entered the wrecked room and couldn’t hear the Ahuizotl, Donald got right to work. He tied a lasso and picked his way across the room to the hole in the ceiling where the stairway was. Donald scanned the room above for anything he could snag the rope onto.
It took a while but he found a broken support pillar that was still attached to the floor. Donald threw the rope several times and smiled when it hooked. As he hoisted himself onto the rope, he heard a thunderous roar from the Ahuizotl.
Oh, great! He figured it out!
Donald started climbing as quickly as he could but just as he was almost to the top, the Ahuizotl burst into the room.
“Oh, come on!” He shrieked.
The Ahuizotl turned its attention to him. It lunged and Donald barely managed to swing the rope out of the way fast enough to dodge it. However, he had forgotten about the hand for a tail. As the Ahuizotl lunged past, the hand dug its nails tightly into Donald’s leg.
“Augghh!”
His grip slipped and he slid a few inches on the rope. He was supporting his weight and the weight of the Ahuizotl hanging from his leg. Donald kicked out at the hand with his other foot. He landed several hits but it didn’t seem to deter the Ahuiztol’s grip at all. It made Donald slide down another few inches on the rope.
“I’m not dying today, so LET GO!” He swung himself on the rope.
The Ahuizotl swung into the wall and as it weakened its grip in pain, Donald kicked at the hand as fiercely as he could. The nails ripped through his leg but it gave a shriek as it released its grip and slammed into the ground. Donald wasted no time climbing the last few inches up and heaved himself over the edge. He hobbled away from the hole towards the entrance to the ruins and didn’t stop until he was standing at the border between the marshes and the ruins.
“F-Finally. I m-made it.” He slid to the ground next to a chunk of stone.
Donald looked down at his leg as shouldered the bag off. It was bathed in red but he couldn’t tell if it was from the sunset or the blood from the gashes in his leg. He grabbed his phone and the bandages from the bag. As he cleaned and wrapped his leg, he noted it would probably need another dressing as the bandages were quickly turning red. He then grabbed the phone and turned it on. Or tried to.
“Come o-on. S-Stupid phone! Please t-turn on!”
He tried again but it didn’t work. It was dead. Donald slumped against the stone.
“H-Ha, ha, ha, h-ha. W-Who gets s-stuck with all the b-bad luck? No-one b-but Donald D-Duck.”
Day 4 Evening
“Thank you all for coming at such short notice. I know this is a hard time for everyone but I appreciate the fact that you put aside your busy lives to come. Even though your all staying at the mansion, I called this meeting to discuss the funeral arrangement for Donald.” Scrooge addressed everyone around him.
He noted all of Donald’s friends were seated together on the couch, except for Panchito and José. Panchito hadn’t replied to the letter they had sent but José promised that he would arrive in 3 days. He was planning to see if he could find Panchito first before he caught a plane to Duckburg. Feathry and Gladstone had sat together on the armchair. Grandma Duck was sitting with Daisy on the loveseat. The two were holding the other’s hand and tearfully listening along to Scrooge. All the children were somewhere in the mansion.
“Now, I plan to cover the costs of everything but I wanted your opinion on the service and the date. Since everyone is already here, I believe that setting the funeral for four days from now will give us time to prepare everything.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Then that is settled. I wanted to get input from you guys for…”
The kids were all huddled together in Huey’s room.
“It’s hard to believe that he’s dead.” Huey whispered.
Louie nodded. “I kept waking up in the middle of the night to see if he’s checked on us or fixed the bed.”
Dewey sighed. “Remember how he used warble in his sleep whenever one of us started having a nightmare?”
“Yeah… It always calmed us down really quick.” Louie chuckled.
“Or how he would dull sharpened pencils so we couldn’t prick ourselves with them?” Dewey chimed in.
The three chuckled at the memories.
“I keep thinking this is all a bad dream and we’re just gonna wake up and he’ll be there spazzing in worry.” Louie’s voice cracked.
Webby frowned sadly at them. She looked at the door and then back to the boys.
“Do you think you should talk to Scrooge soon?” Webby questioned.
The boys had turned the cold shoulder to him ever since they got the news.
Huey sighed.
“Yeah. We should apologize. I lost my temper and he didn’t deserve that.”
Louie and Dewey turned to Huey.
“He totally deserved it!” Louie started.
“No, he didn’t. It was an accident and we pushed all the blame on him. He’s hurting too and we are only making it worse.”
The two looked at the ground.
“…You’re right. We’ll talk to him after their meeting.”
Louie turned to Dewey.
“Seriously, Dewy? You’re going to agree with him?”
Dewey put a wing on Louie’s shoulder.
“Family helps family, Louie. I know Uncle Donald had a grudge with Uncle Scrooge, but he wouldn’t want us to have one.”
Louie couldn’t hide the pained whimper that sounded from him. Webby and his brothers hugged him. Louie took a deep breath.
“Alright. We’ll talk after the meeting.” They all nodded.
After that everyone devolved into awkward silence. Max looked around the room and saw the tv and game station in the corner. Max cleared his throat.
“When my mom passed away, Dad and I spent time together in order to cheer each other up. Maybe we could play games now and then after you guys talk with Scrooge, we can go hang out with everyone. It’s been a long time since we’ve had so many friends and family in the same place.”
The others smiled at him. Leave it to a Goof to cheer everyone up.
Day 4 Night
Panchito and Perrosá walked through the mountains as quickly as they could. When night fell, they slept until the moment the sun broke the sky and it was light enough to see. By the end of the 2nd day, the two had reached the base of the mountain.
“Should we wait for morning to reach the temple? It can be dangerous maneuvering through the marshes.” Perrosá questioned.
“If you are still up for continuing then I would like to do so. Donald might be in trouble and I know if our situations were reversed, he wouldn’t stop unless he needed to.” Panchito strode forward.
He pulled the stick from his back and starting forward, poking ahead of him as he went. Perrosá shrugged and followed along. The moon, although not full, was still bright enough that the two could see relatively well. They walked for several minutes when Panchito noticed something odd sticking out of the mud.
“Aye! A hiking stick! This must’ve been Donald’s. We are close my friend.” Panchito grabbed the stick and placed it in the basket on his back.
“Are you sure you two are not hermanos? You’re enthusiasm knows no bounds amigo and I feel like only familia would know how to deal with it for as long as you’ve known each other.” She teased.
Panchito laughed heartily.
“Sí, Perrosá! José, Donaldo, and I are hermanos honorarios. The Three Caballeros! We write letters all the time and every now and then, we’ll get together. I don’t know what I’d do if I he was gone.”
The mood turned somber.
Perrosá let out a soft sigh. She patted his shoulder and they continued onwards.
Compared to their trip through the mountains, getting through the marshes wasn’t as long, but it was much more dangerous. Multiple times, the two had almost walked into quicksand. Eventually, they were finally approaching the ruins.
“I think we should rest once we reach the ruins. Going through the marshes was stressful and You and I need to be ready in case we encounter the Ahuizotl while looking for Donald.” Perrosá advised.
Panchito sighed. He looked up from the ground and scanned the ruins.
“I think there’s a good spot over there. There’s a slab of stone that- “Panchito’s eyes widened.
There, slumped against the stone, was Donald Duck. He was unconscious.
