#thoroughlytainted

I DID.

in case anyone needed to see this adorable face to brighten their day....

♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

He feels too much.  That wouldn’t sound like a curse, and I (his mun) love it about him, but to Cas, the sheer intensity of emotion is just a lot.  When he’s hurt, he’s really hurt.  When he’s sad, he’s incredibly sad.  And that goes for happy, too, but he doesn’t always get a lot of reasons to be happy.

He’s pretty good at masking it, but you have to figure that this angel has been hauled in repeatedly, to the point that he was called the infamous spanner in the works to be reprogrammed because he had too much empathy and kept disobeying orders.  That kind of thing takes a toll.

⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

Oh, everything these days.  Post civil war, post Purgatory, Cas has a lot of self-reflection to do and so he’s almost constantly worrying about his own actions and what they might lead to.

۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[text] That’s not possible.

Coming to Earth was always a bit awkward for Ronon, but at least he’d been allowed off base this time. He was finally learning enough about Terrans to fit in more or less anymore. Though being stuck without his gun wasn’t quite so alright by him, but he wasn’t without ways to protect himself. After several talks with a handful of different Terrans, he’d come to learn that they didn’t have those like him on Earth. Which meant he was able to walk around with a hidden way to protect himself.

He’d been given freedom to wander around the forest around the farm that John’s family owned, and he was happy to take it. Atlantis had become home, but he would forever find it soothing to wander among trees. And so he’d headed out for a walk, not looking for anything in particular.

At least to start.

Then he’d caught the scent of blood and heard someone moaning in pain and his instinct kicked in. Running through the trees, the Satedan let his nose lead him along until he found a couple men upon the ground. One was obviously in pain the other seemed to be attempting to rip out the first’s throat with his teeth, even if he hadn’t changed into a beast yet. Feral, the dreadlocked man immediately thought and he stepped forward without thinking, boding shifting into the massive beast that he knew he wasn’t supposed to show on this world. But his instincts told him this was another Ankeje like him.

sammy was right, and dean knew it in his gut. they never got to make the rules, but goddamn if they didn’t have to play by them. it was always, do this exactly this way or you die and everyone you love dies, or don’t do it, and you die and so does everyone you’ve ever saved. the same pattern over and over again like their lives had been written out for sam and dean to be the ping pong ball in a really drunk game of ping pong.  ‘  so we try harder — and find a middle ground. nobody is dying on my watch. not this time. ’

“ I'm not here to tie your shoes every time you trip! and here we are again, with your little planet on the edge of immolation. “

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝟑 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈’𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥