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Hi! So I noticed under a find rp post that you were interested in a 70s rock roleplay. Want to rp?

Yes, I’ll message you!

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Maybe destiel is just the best trope to me while not even being a trope and I will never find another love story like it because CASTIEL. Angel of the lord. Celestial being. Chrysler building height. Intangible and more powerful than any human. Millennia worth of knowledge. Able to kill with just the tap of his fingers. REBELLED against anything he’s ever known because he believed in the goodness of humanity and fell in love with one man. A mere man. Normal average man height, man eyes and man hands that have killed and tortured and stolen, but they have also caressed and hugged and carried. A being bigger than existence falling in love with someone so simple and so human. A celestial being falling in love with a faithless man??? And the man loves him back, no matter how and no matter in what ways but he cries when he’s gone and he wants him back and he’s better when he’s there. Makes me realise that love is really the simplest thing to exist and everyone and anything is capable of it

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It's funny how Destiel started out as queerbaiting but it got out of hand and they had to make it canon. Dean and Cas were too gay to be bait.

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FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!—

INHALES

IS A GOOD WOLVERINE/LOGAN ROLEPLAY TO MUCH TO ASK??!!!

Inhales……

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!

Anyways, here’s my discord—

@daddyslittlesoldier

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In the Valentine’s Day spirit.

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In my bones, I feel like a song by the cranberries. I think I always have.

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The whiskey burned her throat as Jo cleaned the cut on Dean’s cheek, one hand working while the other held her own bottle. Her eyes were set and determined as she patched it up. The damn nest had overwhelmed them. Yeah, they had managed to get the job done but…at the cost of a few gashes and a concussion.

The blonde poured the whiskey into the gash on her side, and grabbed sewing kit. She began to stitch it up herself, eyebrows furrowed in pain as she did so, hands shaking. “You okay?” Her voice suddenly sounded out to Dean. “You hit your head pretty good back there..”

Closed Starter for @linnylooo for Dean and Jo

Staring at his phone Dean sighed, he knew he needed backup, and Sammy was busy with some Wendigo hunt with Bobby and Garth. But when he got the call from another hunter that Dean had vaguely heard of, he decided he wanted to help. "Son of a bitch she deserves a damn break can't keep calling her...."

Rubbing his face, he tried to pray to Castiel but as usual lately he never answered or even showed up, which if he could be honest was pissing him off. Dialing her number, he hoped she wouldn't pick up, yeah, he was nervous but more so of Ellen who had already yelled at him for dragging Jo onto a case and using her as bait.

He heard the phone ringing and was counting each ring already deciding that after ten rings he would hang up and either try the case on his own or wait. Pulling into the Roadhouse Dean waited taking a drink from his flask.

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“Dean Winchester saying please? It’s gonna start thundering lightning.” She spoke, dropping the pen and taking off the bar apron she was wearing. “Give me five—“ Jo mused, hanging up. Five minutes was all she needed to pack a bag. Why was she agreeing to this? Last time she almost died, and any SANE person wouldn’t do it a second time. There was no doubt that Joanna Beth Harvelle was a hunter at heart, just like Dean.

It actually took four minutes to Jo to push the front door of the roadhouse open. Her hips swayed as she walked towards the impala. Something about her looked different now. Maybe it was the fact that her hair was longer, or the fact that her gaze and expression was harder now…Colder.

Opening the passenger door, the hunter plopped down in the passenger seat and tossed her backpack into the rear. As always, she didn’t leave room for formalities. They were a bit past that. “So, what’s the case?”

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Staring at his phone Dean sighed, he knew he needed backup, and Sammy was busy with some Wendigo hunt with Bobby and Garth. But when he got the call from another hunter that Dean had vaguely heard of, he decided he wanted to help. "Son of a bitch she deserves a damn break can't keep calling her...."

Rubbing his face, he tried to pray to Castiel but as usual lately he never answered or even showed up, which if he could be honest was pissing him off. Dialing her number, he hoped she wouldn't pick up, yeah, he was nervous but more so of Ellen who had already yelled at him for dragging Jo onto a case and using her as bait.

He heard the phone ringing and was counting each ring already deciding that after ten rings he would hang up and either try the case on his own or wait. Pulling into the Roadhouse Dean waited taking a drink from his flask.

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Misha is such a good actor because even the look in his eyes developed over 12 seasons.

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Lampstiel 💡

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Finally, the ringing stopped. Joanna Harvelle’s voice rung from the other time. “Jo Harvelle.” The blonde greeted, writing down a list for a liquor restock. She had been working all day at the bar since Ellen had stayed home with a nasty cold. Ash, on the other hand..well, let’s just say he had drank a whole case of beer and Entered Sandman.

“Wait, Dean?” The hunter questioned. “I haven’t heard from you since mom chewed your ass out…” it was true, and since…Since Jo found out about John and her father. The REAL truth behind her father’s death. “Is everything alright?” A stupid question. Nothing was alright..not with the Winchesters. Darkness and troubled followed wherever they went, and Jo? Well, she couldn’t help but keep running towards it..because of Dean.

She felt like a fool, she truly did. Dean Winchester wasn’t the settling down type. He’d been with at least one girl in every damned town he and his brother had traveled to. He wasn’t the type for commitment..and even if she felt like a fool for wanting him, she WASN’T a fool. Nothing could ever happen between them..

Closed Starter for @linnylooo for Dean and Jo

Staring at his phone Dean sighed, he knew he needed backup, and Sammy was busy with some Wendigo hunt with Bobby and Garth. But when he got the call from another hunter that Dean had vaguely heard of, he decided he wanted to help. "Son of a bitch she deserves a damn break can't keep calling her...."

Rubbing his face, he tried to pray to Castiel but as usual lately he never answered or even showed up, which if he could be honest was pissing him off. Dialing her number, he hoped she wouldn't pick up, yeah, he was nervous but more so of Ellen who had already yelled at him for dragging Jo onto a case and using her as bait.

He heard the phone ringing and was counting each ring already deciding that after ten rings he would hang up and either try the case on his own or wait. Pulling into the Roadhouse Dean waited taking a drink from his flask.

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I need a Dean x Lisa roleplay. I hate how their relationship ended. It makes me SICKKKKK!

So, if you’re a literate roleplayer who can portray DEAN WINCHESTER, Comment or message me.

Dean x Jo is also welcome, or Dean x Castiel! I just need someone to play Dean. 🥲🥲🥲

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“Lessons, from you?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m a volleyball player billy, not exactly the type of girl who shoots hoops.” Maggie mused. “I’m here to practice too, so you stay on your side of the gym and I’ll stay on mine, Kay?” Magnolia stated before walking over to the bin and pulling out a volleyball.

She began to practice her spikes and serves, hair pulled up high in a ponytail. Suddenly, the sound of another pair of footsteps entered the gym. it was Steve. “Sis, you ready to go?” Harrington asked, looking to see Billy. “He bothering you?” Her older brother glared. Mag’s raised an eyebrow. “No..why would he?”

“Who said I was sneaking up on you?” Maggie asked, a soft smile on his face. She walked over and leaned against the wall underneath the hoop, red hair framing her face, emerald eyes focused on him. “I’ve never been one for theatrics, you know that…But Moving back to Hawkins somehow tempts me for SOME substance other than cornfields and rednecks.”

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don’t get me wrong i am a finale hater at my core but there’s something poetic about how it’s thoroughly established throughout the show that cas was the “malfunction” in the system that caused the story not to go the way chuck wanted it to by developing free will and rebelling from heaven and then the moment he dies the story ends with dean dying and sam living an “regular life” the way it would’ve if the series never happened at all

like the series spends a lot of time saying cas is NOT the way he’s supposed to be. he rebelled the moment he saved dean from hell. he turns the narrative on its head by developing free will and making his own decisions. chuck even tells him that this is the only universe in which cas “didn’t do as he was told”. he ruins chucks plan for the brothers at every turn by caring about them.

then moment cas was gone the story went back to the way it would’ve ended if the show never happened and he had never affected anything. like the “error” was deleted and it reverted to the way it “should be”. dean died tragically and stupidly on a hunt way too young doing a job for his father. sam got out and lived an “apple pie life” and died old. they went to heaven with their family and it’s all The Way It Should Be, not matching up with the message of found family the show developed and instead returning to the blood family vibe of the early seasons pre cas. like he died and the story stopped resisting chucks wishes. idk i’m just yapping but it feels like something

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“Who said I was sneaking up on you?” Maggie asked, a soft smile on his face. She walked over and leaned against the wall underneath the hoop, red hair framing her face, emerald eyes focused on him. “I’ve never been one for theatrics, you know that…But Moving back to Hawkins somehow tempts me for SOME substance other than cornfields and rednecks.”

Billy Hargrove was in the gym at Hawkins High shooting hoops by himself, practicing for the upcoming basketball game. He wore black gym shorts with a white label that read, 'HAWKINS HIGH'; his shirt was sitting on the sidelines, a light sheen of sweat coating his tanned and muscular form. Dribbling the ball a few times, he picked up a subtle noise that caught his attention and caused him to grin. "You're not good at sneaking up on people, you know," Billy called out, voice steady and carrying a sliver of sarcasm.

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Jo didn’t even flinch as Dean made his way through the routine tests..Silver, holy water, ect. She sat there, clearly exhausted and spent. However, after hearing what the boys had been through…She could imagine how exhausted THEY were. Neither of them deserved that, and Dean…Joanna inhaled softly. He deserved to take a break, to have the life he wanted..if only she could just make him see that he was loved for who he is, and not for what he can do for people..

“Jesus Christ…—“ The blonde sucked in a breath and shook her head. “I..I’m kind of glad I wasn’t here for all that bull…” The Hunter forced a smile, cracking open her beer and taking a nice long swig. Shit, 300 years in hell and now she was BACK. Jo was back having a cold one with the boys. The only thing missing was her Mother.

“I don’t remember where I was.” A blatant lie, the same thing Dean had told Sam. The same way Dean had told Sam he didn’t remember anything from hell. “All I remember is….” Her gaze became distant. It was an image they tortured her in hell with, her mother being blown to bits..She hadn’t seen it when she was alive, had died in Ellen’s arms before she could witness it. “And then I was in a field in the middle of Nebraska..I feel like Kotter coming back to his old highschool..”

Jo didn’t say anything, but there was a knowing look in her eyes. The blonde made her way over and with a grimace at the pain in her side, she sunk down on one of the stools at the kitchen island and poured herself a shot. The amber liquid burned as it cascaded down her throat, pulling a soft groan from her lips. “It’s been too long since I had a drink.” She chuckled, trying to make the silence less intense and trying to avoid Dean’s gaze. She wondered what he was thinking..Dean was never easy to read, never the man to spill how he was feeling. Would he even bring up what happened to her and how she died…? How he kissed her goodbye. Their last and first kiss?

Jo could still remember how soft and warm his lips were against hers, the lingering taste of beer from their ‘Last night on Earth’ celebration the night before everything went to hell..literally. It wasn’t their last night on earth, but it was hers…and….—

Her throat tightened— Ellen, her mom…she had stayed with her and died beside her. Joanna’s knuckles tightened around her now empty shot glass. It was her fault, if she wouldn’t have gotten injured or fell behind…NO, she couldn’t think that way. The boys had put Lucifer in the pit and saved the world. Her mother hadn’t died in vain.

“So, what have I missed? It would be nice if you boys could fill me in..anything on good old Mother Earth change?…” Jo asked, sensing Dean’s gaze from beside her. Those damned eyes of his, the depth and emotion they held..Well it never failed to shake her soul..

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I can definitely see Dean mocking Sam for learning sign language, "Finally learning how to move your fingers to please your girl, Sammy?" etc etc

But he actually thinks it's really cute and is excited about them. And maybe one day watching Sam practicing his skills, he gets an idea.

So he loses himself in the library to the point that everyone in the bunker is worried, "Did he make a deal?"

And then one morning he makes coffee, hands one to Castiel with a "Morning Sunshine" in butchered enochian, and it's all worth it to see the angel turn red and speechless.