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[i really ship meg/castiel but at the same time destiel will always be a huuuuuuuuge otp of mine so ask if you want to reserve the profound bond spot? please and thanks
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my supernatural and DW muse just kind of flitted away
(probably because i watches les miserables like 3 times yesterday)
yeah so like
expect an enjolras or something
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rp journal: goodbye stranger
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Thank god, the Angel tablet was safe.
Cas had hidden it somewhere nobody would find it. He was awfully afraid to go back to the Winchesters, what would they say? What would Dean say? Castiel swallowed hard. The guilt was eating him up inside, it burned in his chest and made him want to cry; which was a very human experience, he decided. He swallowed again, and breathed out the cool, frosty air.
At the moment, he didn't want to admire the humans around him. In fact, he wanted nothing to do with humans. He wanted nothing to do with demons. He wanted nothing to do with anybody.
But wait.
There was one person, just one, who he accepted fully
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rp journal: Amnesia
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Cas groaned a bit, his eyes flitting open. His gaze met the cold, hard ground, and it was indeed freezing. He then realized he was without clothing; and wrapped his wings around him for a bit of warmth, and it worked.
He didn't remember who he was, or his past; only that he was an Angel of the Lord. He remembered those words, in fact, he spoke them aloud at some point in his life. He found some clothes and took them, putting them on, and made his wings disappear. Of course, now he was cold again, but he didn't mind it. Sometimes the cold was pretty, especially when it snowed.
He began to wander aimlessly, not knowing where exactly to go, or
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( 'ey there )
[ ooooo hello new dean my favorites ]
( aheh .u.
i want to rp with all of the Castiels
feels man )
i want to rp with all of the Castiels
[ go for it man <3 ]
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I swear 2 god man u aRE THE BEST ))
Pepper sends many thanks everyday to those who watch over the mundane Earth.
She is, of course, talking about the Spirits depicted by the dusty tome that belong to her closest ancestor. And from the stories Uncle (sort of) told her. They were very important! And there were many of them, for each different things- the most important, of course, being the Sun. The Sun made everything. Kept everything in balance. Was everything, though there were others too, who had shaped the world. She remembers all the stories she was told, either by her guardian, or when her new friends read them out loud- she liked that the most.
She can't really remember the names of all of them, but she remembers where exactly to send the thanks to. There was one for luck- thanked when she was not caught when sneaking out in the open. One for the winds and the temperature, when the weather was fair and the snow had thawed. And one, specifically, for a hunt, and a collective amount for when you took another creature's life to fill your stomach. She thanks them now in this case, as she scrapes the soft flesh of fish right off the bone. And thanks them for the other creature she'd eaten before the fish, bones and remaining skin laying in the hot sun.
Pepper rests her head on the brick of an alleyway wall. It's a quiet day, and she had taken the chance in hopes of seeing a familiar face. Such hopes were not fulfilled, but other, just as satisfying ones were when she saw a collared animal and a little booth all unattended. What a stroke of good fortune! Whilst she sucks lazily on the bones of fish. While doing so, she peeks at the half-hidden sun, light just peeking through. Images flash through her mind. Arrow tips, rabbit's feet, hills upon hills upon hills. And, of course, shadows mangled and gnarled and withering. She does not linger on such thoughts.
She wonders what the Spirits were like- great, of course. Powerful. But did they feel as those here did? She ponders this for a while, before her she catches the sound of something not far off.
soRRY THAt WAS LONG ))[PFF I KNOW RIGHT
and its okay! long is good! ]
Castiel walked by the alleyway, looking to the left and to the right. Where had the boys gone? Perhaps putting those symbols inside their limbs wasn't the best idea, he had trouble finding them from time to time. But when he glanced inside the alleyway, he saw the strange fish-like woman, and his eyebrows cocked in suspicion. Perhaps, was she something the boys hunted? He wanted to become a hunter, too, so he cautiously creeped towards the girl, hand readied to grab the angel blade tucked in his coat, and he stopped when he got fairly close. "Uh... hello?" He began. He didn't want to hurt someone innocent.
and its okay! long is good! ]
Castiel walked by the alleyway, looking to the left and to the right. Where had the boys gone? Perhaps putting those symbols inside their limbs wasn't the best idea, he had trouble finding them from time to time. But when he glanced inside the alleyway, he saw the strange fish-like woman, and his eyebrows cocked in suspicion. Perhaps, was she something the boys hunted? He wanted to become a hunter, too, so he cautiously creeped towards the girl, hand readied to grab the angel blade tucked in his coat, and he stopped when he got fairly close. "Uh... hello?" He began. He didn't want to hurt someone innocent.
Pepper tenses a great deal at the sound of footsteps. Ah, that's never a very good sign. She cannot detect where they're coming from, she keeps her fins perked and alert. She's not looking at who's coming by, so she just about jumps out of both scales and skin when she hears a voice, going into All Out Defense Mode. She presses her back against the wall, bones abandoned, claws stuck to the brick and teeth bared. She notices that it looks like he's poised to strike with... something. Pepper shows her displeasure at the thought by snarling and slapping her tail against the pavement. Which stings a deal, but she ignores it in favor of self-preservation. It does take a moment to process his word, however, and her scowl softens just slightly into a more thoughtful look. "...Hello," She says- more like growls out. She doesn't mean to sound so abrasive, but she still can't say she trusts this person in front of her.