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
Anonymous: "Positive!Anon challenges YOU: answer this with a nice message / compliment to a fellow Tumblr user & tag / mention them to make their day. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Pass on the challenge to the next FIVE on your dashboard. <3"
pLS this is too kind my dear faceless friend (;∀ ; //i’m also trash for nearly forgetting to answer this om f but we don’t speak about that ok
i’m gonna break the rules and talk about two people though, because i’m a rebel like that.
i don’t even know where to begin with her okay bC LBR. ami is among the first people i have talked to when i made my (first) castiel. and honestly, she’s also one of the people i just cannot get tired of talking to!! i also absolutely adore her oc. allie is so incredibly lovely and can be the sweetest of the sweet, but also takes no shit when it comes to her loved ones which is absolutely fantastic!! the idea and the writing are so original, the character beautiful and thorough, and super three-dimensional which is one of the most important things!! there are edges, and perhaps smooth is not the right word to use, but that is what makes her so amazing <3
sARAH oh my go d ok where do i even start?? there’s been like at least 2 months that i’ve been scared to the bone when it came to talking to her, because she’s just that amazing alrighT. it was when i made raina that we first started really speaking, and honestly she is such a sweetheart i cannot begin to explain what a lovely dork she is!! aND THAT’S NOT EVEN IT OK like h old your horses here fellas, because sarah’s writing is perfection incarnated. there’s so much feeling in it, so much emotion and spirit and soul dedicated to what she is laying down on paper (or screen) that every sentence just oozes of it. in a good way, of course!! there is also not many buckys i can say of that their characterization is on point, but sarah here has definitely mastered every aspect of her muse, and understands this poor soul to the very core.
words can by far not explain my love for these two people, but i could honestly go on and on and on about just why i adore them so much (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)
hold out your BLIND hope, angel of god ; let it REST in the palms of a ( stolen ) man whose BODY you’ve claimed as your own. the CREASES shall point to it, ENCOURAGE this lost soul to GRASP for it, but HOPE is a concept whose light is DYING whenever he nears forgotten senses of OPTIMISM. it will not LATCH to him. DREAMS of a better life PERISH when they graze his skin ; buoyancy had seeped through open LESIONS created by the rough knuckles of handlers BEATING lessons to be learned into him. it FIZZLED out with the static at his temples until the word itself sounded of NONSENSE, letters scrambling until unidentifiable.
things do get better.
such a tarnished soul does not DESERVE the benevolence of the people surrounding him, attempting to HELP him out of the chaotic mess of his mind and RELIEVE him of the guilt that claws at his throat. his suffering runs too DEEPLY for such words to EASE any pain or inspire good faith that time heals wounds. the number of times he’s HEARD similar things cannot be ticked off on flesh and silver digits ; supportive efforts, he’s determined, are USELESS when he’s this shattered. no glue exists to REPAIR his broken body or mind so RAVAGED by trauma. there is no BETTER state for someone so HAUNTED by the sins he’s committed or the ABUSES he’s endured. he must ASSUME that this is as good as it’s going to get. functionality as an INDEPENDENT being has at least somewhat returned , and while TARGETS can be rewritten or forgotten in his mind, his base code ( that for a VIOLENT beast whose fur, fangs, and claws are DRENCHED in scarlet, an OBEDIENT killer who dares not even BLINK when the trigger is pulled ) will remain unchanged.
❝ if you ever find any PROOF for that, let me know. ❞
things MAY get better ; there is the possibility that CHANCE can lessen his woes, but HOPE is not something he will hold out only to be DISAPPOINTED in the end. his past cannot be ERASED even by brainwashing ; it has been DOCUMENTED for him to scan over and feel TWISTS in his gut, and even forgotten memories REAPPEAR in the dark of night, when he least expects it ( and, more often than not, would rather it be LEFT alone ) . decades of servitude ECLIPSE those as a human being, and while his SUFFERING is oft too much to BEAR, he can at least be grateful that he is FREE.
COATED AND SMEARED with all that is unforgivable, and the cracks that corrode even the purest lives. he could see all of it. clutching to a poor man’s soul or perhaps only what was left of it. but even the tortured and damned still held true the kindness they’ve once known.
IF ONLY they knew.. of all the virtues to life that could change the view on the world and all the words they might never speak. maybe then.. ..they wouldn’t be afraid to keep on living.
and with the fear that stains,
and the bravest of souls, even the soldier would one day shake off the woe of what was done unto him, to let go of the suffering before it dissolve the remnants of hope.
‘ JUST SEE how far you’ve come—— your life is evidence enough.
