mutuals like for a starter maybe?
HEY! HEY. YOU. I THINK YOU’RE INCREDIBLE. YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE OF YOU IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE, PEOPLE COULD SEARCH FOR CENTURIES AND YOU’D BE THE ONLY ONE TO EVER BE YOU AND IT IS AMAZING THAT YOU DO SO MUCH AS EXIST. YOUR BONES ARE MADE OF STARDUST AND YOUR WORDS ARE FORMS OF POETRY BECAUSE THEY COME FRESHLY SPUN OUT OF THE MIND OF THIS ONE INCREDIBLY UNIQUE HUMAN BEING. I CARE ABOUT YOU A LOT AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A BRILLIANT DAY BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT. GO AND BE FANTASTIC, FRIEND.
Castiel wasn’t the strangest name Rose had ever heard, but what made her raise up her eyebrows was the main’s claim to be some sort of religious icon. ”Right, okay,” she said slowly. Then again, she’d been interacting with aliens for at least a year now, maybe a bit more, so she was probably a little more open-minded than most.
"So… if you’re an angel — mind ya, y’don’t look like what they teach on Sundays — what’re you snoopin’ around for? Can’t ya just sort of … I don’t know, poof him to wherever you want and ask him yourself?” She sounded genuine enough, though she was still reluctant to say too much. ”Or… since y’look human… or are you just choosin' to look human?” She'd met aliens that could do that, too.
His head tipped to the side slightly as she spoke, brows raising inquisitively; her reaction was different than most — more open, accepting. He wasn’t sure exactly how that could be, though he wasn’t going to argue. It was a positive change. His lips quirked into something that could almost pass as a smile.
"I can fly myself from one location to the next, but I’d need to be making physical contact to do so for someone else," he explained, a hint of optimism making itself heard in his tone. "And this — this is a human vessel. He gave me his consent, prayed even; but my true form is approximately the size of the Chrysler building, possibly a bit taller."
The angel paused, considered. “Is the Doctor human? His soul looks…different.”
“The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer they way they do.”
Inspired by x
You know what, man? Honestly, I Getting my ass kicked by those Juggalos tonight was, uh, was therapeutic. And now, what else could a clown possibly ever do to me? I feel good.
I will raise her statue in pure gold; That while Verona by that name is known. There shall no figure…
GO FOLLOW THIS KICKASS GEM OKAY
SHE’S AN AMAZING WRITER AND ITS A FUCKING JULIET CAPULET BLOG
♔ Misha being his five year old self
This enraged the monster within him, this isn’t what he wanted— he didn’t— couldn’t handle the sympathy. He wanted anger, as if his entire fed off the darkness of such an emotion. Instead all he received was pain, his own, building up within him and shattering through the cages that trapped his hardly beating heart. It had grown cold, frozen with his condition and the monster did not want to feel again.
When he first spoke again his voice was weak, as though the angel had broken something within him. Dark eyes, flicker, fists clench tight. “I am no boy—-” The demon’s voice cracked, and within seconds he finds his energy again. “I am a monster!” He shouts, even though he expects it to have no effect.
“I am this!” His eyes flashed an inky black once more, remaining that way. “This is what I was meant to be!” Another choked out yell, “and you should kill me!” Eyes returned to normal, knees wobble but the demon stays on his feet.
This time Castiel was sure that he’d managed to make progress, even if it’s just a little. He didn’t know of how far he’d gotten, nor how much further he needed to go — however he knew to remain steadfast in his goal, thriving off of the determination to break through the barriers and reach what used to be his friend.
The seraph offered a slight shake of his head, his eyes almost pleading. His fingers curled and relaxed in utmost anticipation, silently hoping that his nerves didn’t show. “Don’t you remember, Dean?” it was almost eerie, the soft, gentle quality that his tone had taken on. “You saved lives. You were the righteous man, the savior of Earth. You’re no monster.”
He’s saddened by the demon’s words, and it is clearly expressed in his features. He can only hope that his sympathy will make something of an impact. “I’m not going to kill you, Dean. You’re my friend. I’ve saved your soul once, I’m sure it can be done again,” he pauses, takes a deep inhale as he thinks. “You’re not evil. I know you aren’t. You’re far from it — please let me at least try to help you.”