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
“ – s’only a few drinks, y’really think i’m that off th’track?” a slur of words and a slight sway to his step; oh, he was most definitely not on the right track of mind.
‘ as a matter of facts, i do.
‘ surely you shouldn’t be making any DECISIONS while you are drunk.
“Sometimes, it’s easier to not reflect on the reasons. Then you’ll remain caught between the good and the bad, keeping the scales from tipping either way.”
where was the heart. but where was the will if there was no reason for it all? or perhaps he hasn’t learned his lesson even after all these years. there was a FIGHT, one that could be fought only awake and with eyes wide open. he had to see. to be UNAFRAID of what was to come. and if he couldn’t change that part? then where was the demand behind this life——?
‘ i’ve learned that the easy way was not always the right one to go..
‘ but.. sometimes, the just and the self-righteous paths. they are not so easy to distinguish as i’d hoped.
❝ we weren’t, but we could have been. ❞ after a beat, the hunter rolls his eyes, hands extending in the air for a fraction of a second as a sign of defeat before returning the bottle to his lips.
❝ why such a party pooper, cas? ❞
fingers twitch and head shakes, motion fluid but HEAVY with all muscles stiff in the angel’s neck. he was NERVOUS. the man before him not nearly as transparent as he once had been.
‘ because when have you become so self aware—– because we’ve still got work to do.
