This is a private and independent roleplay blog for Castiel of the CW's Supernatural. By default, all interactions will be taking place between the seasons four and eight, however, i am also willing to write content set prior to Castiel meeting with the Winchesters! Owing to the nature of the seriest there will be explicit content present on this blog, such as blood and violence. According to the show's establishment, there will also be religious themes. I will try to tag all triggers accordingly (e.g. #blood / ) ! Nevertheless, you should be aware that such content will appear frequently in my writing.
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Regarding my portrayal, I will take into consideration the circumstances under which the characters function. Meaning that the change within the human world, hell, and heaven alike will play a great role in how I choose to write him. This applies to all verses, inside and outside canon ! That being said, I greatly encourage OC and crossover interaction !
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I like to take my time with replies - therefore, pace at which these are published can vary widely and is not necessarily in chronological order. Whatever I feel the most inspiration or motivation for will have priority. Threads that exceed three paragraphs may sit for far longer periods of time. I also consider this blog as semi - active, as my main focus lies on this blog. If you feel a thread might have gotten lost, feel free to approach me ! Please do refrain from pestering me about an interaction, though. We’re all here for fun !
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Shipping does in no way present itself as a primary concern to me. In fact, I value non - romantic relationships, rather, especially when taking into account that I think of Castiel as nonsexual being. For the sake of my own comfort, also, I will under no condition write smut or anything of sexual context ! My interpretation of the character will be strictly demiromantic / asexual. Please respect this and do NOT try to force smut or smut - related content onto me !
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I’d ask of you to avoid stealing or imitating content such as icons, graphics, or writing, as these are of my own creation and not up for public usage ! Behavior such as hunting me down for unfollowing / not following back will inevitably result in you being blocked and, if it applies, removed from Skype.
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Lastly, I do suffer from some mental illnesses, BPD being the most prominent one, which makes it difficult to keep consistent activty. Please do note that I sometimes simply won't have the energy to write. Similarly, this applies to OOC conversations. If I don't respond / do so only sparsely, please first take into consideration that social interaction can be very draining to me. Thank you ❤
(if any questions occur, please feel free to ask !)
DOSSIER
full name: castiel.
alias: cas, cassie, clarence
gender: nonbinary (prefers male pronouns)
age: unknown.
birth date: unknown.
birthplace: heaven?
species: angel.
affiliations: heaven (formerly), the winchester brothers
PHYSICAL TRAITS
eye colour: blue
hair colour: dark brown
height: 180cm / 319m
weight: unknown
build: athletic
Words don’t come easily from Dean’s mouth to a virtual stranger’s ears, and yet he doesn’t quite find the angel completely unknown. Sure, the tie, trenchcoat, eyes with a gaze that seems too worn for any man’s —- that alone, and far more, makes Castiel something of an enigma, a puzzle Dean has yet to solve, an existentially world-shattering question mark across his conciousness, against every belief he’s ever had — shattering what he’d known, bringing to thought too much.
That doesn’t mean, however, that this ( admittedly ) bizarre moment of frailty is something he’ll merely bat an eye at, existential questions from primordial beings ( whether they’ve saved your ass too many times or not ) aren’t exactly comforting in the grand scheme of things. Still, Dean hasn’t exactly been used to comforting.
“ Y'still got all your mojo an’ stuff, right? ”
‘ it was never a question of GRACE,
it was one of whether he was doing god’s work, truly, or if the choices—— the answers he swore he possessed were written into the play of life. and it was for once that the angel did not know.. was it a masquerade if the liar believed? pretense when an impostor was BLINDED from their own halo’s light?
‘ have you ever felt LOST?
..and strayed from your path like a dog in the dark, with empty faith and sin stained wings, and what holiness was left to show the way?
