#spn open

[jacks-muses]

Like for a starter from Gabriel

[defenderrosetyler]

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Sam smiled

[spellbks]

open to: m/nb tw: violence situation: you’re either witnessing this poor kid get the snot beat out of him, or you’re the one doing the beating (hey, maybe he deserves it.)

    there’s just something unmistakable about the sound of a fist landing on someone’s face. it’s funny that this is the first thought that pops up into the blonde boy’s mind when the other lands a hard right hook against the side of his cheek and temple, but it really is the only thing he can think of (aside from the ringing in his left ear and the pain that spikes through like a shockwave, making his head jerk to the side and his feet stumble.) he sort of catches himself, fingers sliding along rough brick of the building behind him to try and steady, and his eyes glimmer with something akin to challenge and anger, before practically throwing himself forward, one hand yanking at the front of his opposite’s shirt while the other hand balls into a fist and proceeds to roughly connect repeatedly to the side of their head, an entire scuffle of limbs and feet trying to stay steady following, both of them in some god damn tangle while blows and swears are exchanged.

    it’s a little hilarious how taylor forgets to use his magic in times like these, where a simple hex could fix everything– but instead he’s all fists and flagrant anger. and maybe it wouldn’t have escalated to this point if the other person had kept their rotten mouth shut in the first place, but here we are. the only downside is that maybe things aren’t working out so well in taylor’s favor. he’s not getting any good digs in on this person. is it because they’re bigger than him? he isn’t sure. But by the end of it, he’s got a split lip and a bloodied nose, tumbling down onto the cool asphalt, and before he can get up again a heavy foot kicks into his ribs, knocking two lungfuls of air right out of him, his arms curling around his midsection as he cringes, rolling over onto his side. “Fuck–”

[lynnewinchester2]

Starter Call

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Plotting is open

For Mutuals/Non Mutuals

[thatbitchkayla31]

OPEN

“I don’t want to return to heaven, but if it means stopping it from collapsing--saving all those souls that have taken their place there. Henrik is there, I can’t just let it die.”

[failcdhero-blog]

Like this for a starter!

[defenderrosetyler]

"What..... What are you doing here?" Sam asks softly to the other in front of him.

[lynnewinchester2]

Foster Care|| Open

Lynne popped her gum while waiting to take to the person running the foster care system. Yet again she managed to piss off another family by running off. She trusted no one. She was barely 8 when she found out her father, well who she thought was her father, ended up being a demon. She was just standing on the top of the stairs when she saw him slice her ‘mother’s’ throat open and watched as his eyes turned black. That same night she ran and never looked back, picking up the life of a hunter. She managed to stay hidden for a couple years before the police found her and took her back but placing her in the foster system instead once they saw blood all over the walls. It’s been fours years since then and Lynne just gets itchy just being in one place for very long.

Lynne took her legs off the table before picking up a missing persons paper off the table. She tilted her in confusion once she realized the current picture created looked like her except for the fact that she currently had short brown hair and a lip piercing. If she gets placed in another home, she’s now has reason to find her blood.