When the Angels fell,Castiel lost more than his GraceMore than his wingsWords have abandoned himAnd many want him dead.Evicted from the bunkerWandering the streets aloneCastiel strugglesBut if humanity can manage itSurely he can? [Indie mute!castiel blog]
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Misty goes off the wall

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Minnie’s Reindeer in Provence, 1992.

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Smokey at work

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Princess, the elemental fragmentist

Charlie, the peripheral realist
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People now are like, “Your right to free speech doesn’t mean you can express an offensive opinion” Like what the fuck does right to free speech mean, then?
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Send me “✒  + a headcanon “  and I’ll tell you if I approve it or not
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Cas reached into his pocket, pulling out the little journal and pen he always kept stashed in there. Scribbling in it he crouched down and held it out for Hael to read.
Can’t you reach it?
He pulled it away after a moment though and scribbled something else underneath, a bit more messy than the first message.
You have a fishing pole?
The sound of the door closing behind her caused her to look up, meeting the grinning face of her brother with her tongue between her teeth. Hael grinned shaking her head and making one last effort to grab her keys before pulling her arm from the storm drain, laughing at herself while she sat on her knees.
“I dropped my keys down the drain,” She shrugged, looking at him and fighting a silly grin on her face, “We might have to find a magnet and a fishing pole or something in the apartment. Wanna help me with the groceries and then try again?”
#lumiinosite#i never wanted to leave thing just kind of got away from me#but i've always missed Cas.#and you too#ofc
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Castiel had heard the car coming, and hurried his way out to the front, hoping that his sister might actually wait for his help this time. Getting to the door, he passed the grocery bags on the doorstep and hurried over to where Hael was crouched down over the drain.
As she looked up at him, he gave her a slightly crooked smile. He didn’t kow hy she was donw on the ground but from up here it looked a little odd. He raised an questioning eyebrow at her.
@silentxfallenxalone liked for a starter!Â
The car door slams, Hael balancing on one foot for a moment as she wrestled with the momentum of having shut it with her foot and the weight of the shopping bags on her arms. The keys to her relatively new apartment are clasped firmly between her teeth, and a breathy laugh escapes her as she waddles up to the door, looking like the definition of short handed.Â
After much finagling, she finally finds herself in a position where one hand is free to take the keys from her mouth - except she’s still just as much of a butterfingers as she ever was. Keys go tumbling to the ground, falling down a storm drain and landing with the barest hint of a plop on muddy dirt below.Â
“Oh, for the love of…” She sighs, standing there for a moment and looking more than a little amused with herself. It looked like it was just going to be one of those days. Grocery bags get placed at the doorstep, and she’s on her hands and knees reaching down the drain when she finds herself face to face with a pair of shoes.Â
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lumiinosite:

“Castiel? I’m back from the store!”
              “——  Castiel?”

Castiel knocked on the side next to the sink in the bathroom so she could hear he was still there. He was trying to give shaving another go but after having cut himself a few times, he was still a bit apprehensive and simply looking at the razor he was turning over in his hands.
#so i know this is two years late or something#but Cas wanted to play and when he saw this he kept poking me#no obligation to reply to this#lumiinosite
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He doesn't like it here. It's odd and clammy and he can't see a thing, squinting in every direction trying to find his way. Unable to call out for help, he raises an arm and waves it around in an attempt to clear his view but the fog around him just swirls and then settles again.
Yeah this place isn't normal.
Meeting of the muses ~ When Two Became Three
It’s a misty place that Cas hasn’t seen in a long time. It’s nowhere and everywhere all at once. Trancends dimensions meaning the place is essentially endless but he knows he won’t be disturbed. Not without word from up top.
Being here can only mean one thing and it means that he won’t be alone until it happens. Reaching up, he cups his hands around his lips and calls out.
"CASTIEL! YOU HERE!"
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No Sleep ~ open rp
Castiel had fallen into a bad habit of not sleeping in the last few months. He wasn’t completely without sleep but it wasn’t enough to be restful. It was definitely sleep deprivation to a level that had almost gotten him killed a few times while out on hunts.
It had started innocently enough, when he’d unintentionally pulled an all nighter while doing some research and slowly it just became easier to only collapse into sleep when his body almost literally could not take another step without it.
As such he was sat up at the table browsing through several files from a few missing persons cases that he had managed to lift from the local station while the people who should’ve been watching them were otherwise distracted. Except he wasn’t really taking any of the information in, having read the last few sentences over about five times in several different sequences.
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yes hello i know i'm awful and stuff
there's open/s
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No Sleep ~ open rp
Castiel had fallen into a bad habit of not sleeping in the last few months. He wasn't completely without sleep but it wasn't enough to be restful. It was definitely sleep deprivation to a level that had almost gotten him killed a few times while out on hunts.
It had started innocently enough, when he'd unintentionally pulled an all nighter while doing some research and slowly it just became easier to only collapse into sleep when his body almost literally could not take another step without it.
As such he was sat up at the table browsing through several files from a few missing persons cases that he had managed to lift from the local station while the people who should've been watching them were otherwise distracted. Except he wasn't really taking any of the information in, having read the last few sentences over about five times in several different sequences.
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Hit my character. See how they react.
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ATTENTION
This is a notice that every single one of my blogs is going on a (hopefully) temporary hiatus
There is a very good reason but I WOULDN’T WANT TO MAKE YOU PITY ME
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I would like to make a mun video which I can’t do without questions so if you have anything you wish to know please send them to me. I want to talk and share with you guys
please!
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