#open spn

[michaelandadam]

Open Rp - How to be and Angel

Michael and Adam had been in quite a few scrapes lately and it had taken quite a toll on Michael. Adam could feel the angel was still there but he was comatose like, not waking for anything.

Adam had been searching desperately for a way to help his angel. He defiantly wasn't expecting a wing to shoot out of his back toppling over objects and crackling with energy. He also wasn't expecting the feeling of Michaels grace flowing threw his body

[jacks-sfw-muses]

Open RP: What if God was one of us?

It was miles back to the nearest town and Dark by the time Chuck got there. The light suit jacket he had on wasn’t doing much to help against the cold night air. 

He searched threw his pockets finding only lint, after all he’d never needed money when he was God so why keep it on him? He pulled his jacket a bit tighter around himself his stomach grumbling as he picked up an old paper cup and moved out to the street corner holding it out hoping that someone would help him

[cardperfect]

              𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓                                       𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

       independent lisa braeden from cw’s supernatural, divergent & headcanon based.                                                        written by claudia.

[ofclariuidens]

This is a permanent starter call for my Hunter verse v; i’ll keep fighting till i got nothing

On Lydias 18th birthday she awoke in the middle of Oklahoma, she tried multiple times to leave but something brought her back, every time. she had unfinished business, so instead of trying to leave, she got a job as a waitress in a local bar, earning just enough money to get by, living week by week in fleabag motels, living off diner burgers and vending machine drinks.

Lydia spent most of her time after randomly landing in Oklahoma with chronic migraines and vivid terrifying dreams, often the dreams don’t include her, sometimes she sees herself, but more often than not she sees two hunters, brothers, and an angel of the lord. so she spends her time learning from her dreams on how to become a hunter herself, she changes from the person she was in beacon hills, that’s no longer her anymore, she steals, lies and cheats, having no constant income she learns to hustle pool, and steals from men she sleeps with, taking their money while they’re sleeping , using her looks to get by. she put together her own personal journal from the information she gets during her dreams of the brothers, adding her own entries in, trial and error she likes to call it, she knows all the basics, salt, holy water, silver, and iron, classic banishing spells, luckily enough she’s fluent in both classic and archaic Latin, making it easier for her to understand and pronounce it. her goal is to find the two boys in her visions, following the clues her dreams leave, following their footsteps, whatever brought her to Oklahoma, wanted her to get to them, some how.

So LIKE this if you want a starter based around my SPN HUNTER verse

[michaelandadam]

Open - Birthday

“Welp... it’s my birthday” Adam says with a sigh. “Don’t really feel like celebrating though”

[jacks-sfw-muses]

Open RP: What if God was one of us

It was miles back to the nearest town and Dark by the time Chuck got there. The light suit jacket he had on wasn’t doing much to help against the cold night air.

He searched threw his pockets finding only lint, after all he’d never needed money when he was God so why keep it on him? He pulled his jacket a bit tighter around himself his stomach grumbling as he picked up an old paper cup and moved out to the street corner holding it out hoping that someone would help him

[manyamuses]

Legacy

Open To: All Suggestions: Any SPN characters (canon & OC), OCs, any sort of supernatural creature, anyone wanting revenge on the Winchesters, cultists, hunters

Being the sole heir to the Winchester legacy meant Dean Jr was, unfortunately, far too familiar with being kidnapped. Even if he wasn’t really a hunter (not like his dad and uncle had been) he was still as much of a target for anyone wanting revenge or a little street cred in the supernatural world. More so, it seemed.

When he came to, he was secured on some sort of table, ropes tightly holding his arms and legs down in a spread-eagle position. He could turn his head, and his surroundings made him groan. 

“The candles and macabre décor is a little cliché, don’t ya think?!”

[tcrroradius-a]

                  ✗ open starter // krissy chambers ✗

“ please don’t make me do this. ”