#tpw open

[onesyllables]

I’m starting to think this whole ‘monster’ thing is going to last much longer than our other horrors; so I just thought I’d see if anyone’s got anything useful. Do you? Teleporting, precognition? I’d be willing to trade. 

[somelatinname]

Baby demons;

[closed to demons only]

Hey little shit starters, guess what, this is your Captain speaking and I would just love to tell you that... HEY stop egging the Halos on. I know you have this instinct to want to tear their throats out and all, and normally i’m all cool with the blood lust but...

yeah... how about we not kill our friends and family? It’s the Pocket and it’s bound to screw you all up. Just saying.

[moremetathanmeta]

We have got to find a way to undo this, before everyone starts tearing everyone else apart.

And before I lose the urge to even try.

Blood seems to be a key thing here. I have plenty of demon blood - any angels willing to donate some? And the rest of you who aren’t angels... that’s going to be a bit tricky, but we’ll figure out something. 

[Private]

Jack, I might need your special talents. 

[moremetathanmeta]

Goooooood morning Pocket!!! So I was working on mocha cupcakes and I thought - why stop? Why are we limited by our ridiculous conventions of the normal? Why not go wild?

So if you lot would like to drop by, we have bacon flavoured ... well, everything. Donuts, cupcakes, and cake. Maple bacon too, for you sweet-tooths! 

Savoury cheese cake. Cheese stuffed donuts. Pizza cheesecake.

Salted caramel. Chilli chocolate.

Chocolate coated potato chips (my favourite, personally). 

And did I mention the mocha cupcakes - they’re chocolate cupcakes with a molten coffee centre that melts in your mouth. 

I’VE HAD TEN.

[somelatinname]

So a little birdy told me an Angel got his wings today...

Or rather, Clarence has decided to grace us with his presence.

Hello, Castiel. Thank you for not letting me know you’re here, you ass.

@someangelnamedcas

[someangelnamedcas-blog]

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful || OPEN

Castiel opened his sterling blue eyes and gazed upwards towards the Heavens, noting a blank, pale sky reflecting back toward him. He found it odd that there was nothing: no sun, no moon, and no stars. Nothing painted across the expansive sky, no strokes of brilliance denoting his Father’s love. 

He flicked his gaze to the right and he saw before him a wide pool with gentle ripples gliding across the surface. Along the edge of the water stood trees and various flora, but besides the foliage, he saw no signs of conscious life. 

He sighed deeply, stretching out his arms and legs, noting the way his body moved to ensure that nothing was amiss. His skin began to grow goose-bumps as the thought that he was no longer home settled in. The air was thicker and damp, the sky blank, coupled with the unsettling realization that there were no sounds; save the rustling of the trees. 

“Is this a new test?” Castiel called out-loud to no one in particular. There was no real confirmation but he felt a deep sense of loss in his chest; his bones vibrated with the understanding that this new environment was a Godless one. He did not feel the presence of his Father here.

His thoughts immediately turned toward Dean and Sam, the last thought that he could recall having before literally falling into this mess. “It would be like them...to get me stuck into one of their messes...yet again.” He mumbled, as he slowly sat up and stared toward the North, wondering how he got here and what exactly here entailed. 

[captainofsarcasm-blog]

You were a war prisoner, tortured quite badly for some time. I'd like to say at least a year, but it was some number of years ago because you've clearly worked to bury the PTSD.

You…can’t….prove any of that. ….and you’re a bloody wanker, you know that? 

[anwenrewritten]

Somewhere beyond the sea || Open

It was cold, but Anwen had left her good jacket at someone’s house and she couldn’t remember who’s. So she was left with her torn, holey one that did little to block the wind as she made her way down the street to work. It didn’t help that she was sporting a hangover from Hell or that she was preparing herself to work alongside one of the loudest woman she’d ever meant. Which was saying something considering her own heritage.  

A gust of wind blew her hair in her face and she had to uncross her arms from where she had been hugging herself to wipe the hair away from her eyes so she could see.  

“Stupid, bloody wind. It’s fucking cold enough without you.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut as she pulled her hair back into a messy bun before shaking her head and reopening her eyes.  

Except that when she opened her eyes, she was no longer on St. Mary’s St surrounded by businesses and people. She was alone in some neighborhood. One that felt oddly familiar and yet not familiar at all and gave her an unnerving sense of de ja’ vu’. A shiver ran down her spine as she turned around looking for any sign of life or clue as to where she was or how she got there.

“Dani is going to have my neck…” She mumbled to herself, returning to her earlier posture of hugging herself, even if it wasn’t at all cold anymore.