#SUPERNATURALRP

[stephaniesingerrp]

RP Search

Hello, I am looking for an roleplay. I have multiple OC's and love them. I have boys and girls. I love group roleplays. i do doubles. I rp on here and discord. I’m not really literate but 5+ lines also depends how much the other person writes. DM me if interested!

My oc's:

Stephanie Singer (main).

Elliot Lavine.

Aiden Barlowe (Demon).

Mary-Anne Winchester (SPN Daughter of sam + Stephanie)

Chevy Elstar.

If you would like to rp with me then i can give a discription of them.

We can come up with a plot!

Fandoms i do:

Supernatural

Twisted book series

vampire diaries

the originals

criminal minds

grey anatomy

bridgerton

Without Fandoms.

Small town

enemies to lovers

dark romance

slice of life

college

country side

arranged marriage

[maevemedeina]

The better to see you with my dear...

Closed starter @taurusvolkov When: Midday Where: The Kyngeshed

There was a definite sense of lethargy that would be endured in the Kyngeshed. You could see it when you walked in and got an eyeroll from the bar tender. You could feel it when patrons slouched down in their chairs, and you could most definitely smell it. The humid heat had most of the patrons who were capable of it, sweating, both inside and outside of the establishment. It seemed as though everybody responded by wiping their brows and deciding to move as little as possible to avoid further heat production. A lazy solution for a motley crew.

One of those sweating patrons, remaining as stationary as still as possible was Maeve. The golden haired armourer could be found at a picnic table, lying on her back. She had one leg tucked underneath her on the bench, the other dangling lazily off the edge of the table. Stuck to her legs were leather pants, the buttons undone at her hips, and her equally hot, leather boots were discarded on the grassy floor. The worn, linen cloth shirt Maeve typically wore beneath a vest hung loose, and might have billowed in the breeze had there been one. The werewolf's exposed skin glistened with sweat and the blonde, tangled waves draped down one side of the bench, pooling on the grass below, so Maeve could enjoy a little fresh air around her hot neck.

Whether the unseasonably hot whether was natural or the result of some mythical or supernatural's mood swings, was something that had occurred to Maeve as she enjoyed her afternoon amongst other like minded thugs who had packed in work for the day and retired to the pub to drink cheap.

Littering the grassy outback were mismatching chairs, stools, even one hammock. A blend of supernaturals, lazed and lounged in the heat. A haze of smoke cloaked some of the illegal deals that were arbitrarily being conducted between sips and smokes, smirks and half hearted threats. Some, if not all were indulging in something.

Maeve herself had indulged in a little magical enhancement to her vision. It was temporary and mostly safe, traded to her by a nearby elf who now wore Maeve's leather vest in return.

The plan was to meet Taurus after she had finished the multitude of daily tasks it took to maintain the makeshift pavilion she lived in. The heat had pushed her from her work and she found herself at the Kyngeshed several hours earlier than planned. It was for this reason that she decided to treat herself to the eyesight enhancing red soot like substance she now had smeared across her eyes.

A contended smile settled comfortably on Maeve's lips as she admired the almost cloudless sky above her. Had it not been for the glinting axe of her own making, stationed between her legs, Maeve might have resembled something akin to a woman on holiday.

The wolf inhaled deeply, enjoying the mixture of scents around her when Taurus's very familiar, musky scent began to tickle her senses. Guided by the scent, Maeve reluctantly lifted herself up by her elbow and peered around to look for the pack leader, she hadn't expected so soon.

[after-midnight-rp]

❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave

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[itsokaydean]

SAM WINCHESTER [ indie rp account ]

Indie Roleplayer Desperately iso Castmates AS WELL AS (!!) any other muses keen on playing with this doe-eyed moose man.

mun is 21+ -> whispers also: awesome. playful. flexible.

third person, present tense, bracket rp default

adores alternate universe/world-building ok let's goooo

cross canon, cross-medium && OC friendly

willing to write prompt yo

i mean.

just lookit that magnificent mane.

how can you say no??

my heart for castmates wobbly puppy eyes

[devouras]

𝙹𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙰𝙷   𝟻𝟷:𝟹𝟺      :         the   king   of   babylon   has   𝐝̵𝐞̵𝐯̵𝐨̵𝐮̵𝐫̵𝐞̵𝐝̵   me;   he   has   c͟r͟u͟s͟h͟e͟d͟   ͟m͟e͟;   he   has   made   me   an   █████   vessel;   he   has   swallowed   me   like   a   𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧;   he   has   filled   his   stomach   with   my   𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠;   he   has   rͬiͥnseͤdͩ   ᴹₑ      ᴼᵘᵀ                          

indie,   canon-div.   portrayal   of   elijah   mikaelson.   teleplay   by   vendetta.  

[cleverwit]

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[devil-girl-888]

Heyoooo does anyone wanna do a celebrity rp?? My crush ideas are Misha Collins Joseph Quinn Robert Pattinson Lmk! comment or just like this :) or kust add me on discord!!! mxnson_metallxca#2625

[huntresstwisted]

Jo wiped down the bar counter, efficiently cleaning up the remnants of a busy night at the roadhouse. As the last patron stumbled out the door, she glanced around the dimly lit establishment, appreciating the familiar sights and sounds that had become her second home. While the roadhouse had always been a place for hunters to gather, Jo had taken it upon herself to make it more than that - she had turned it into a hub for information, a safe space for hunters to plan and strategize.

But lately, Jo had found herself yearning for a different kind of action. Something more cerebral, where she could put her keen investigative skills to use. She had always had a knack for solving puzzles and digging deep into the unknown, and she knew she could do more than just serve drinks and collect rumors.

Gazing at the array of photographs on the "Missing Persons" board in the corner, Jo took a deep breath. It was time for a change. She had decided to become a part-time detective, using her resources at the roadhouse to help families find their loved ones. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make a difference - hunting the supernatural by day and unraveling mysteries by night.

As she finished cleaning up, Jo grabbed her jacket and left a note for Ellen, explaining her plan. With a newfound sense of purpose, she locked the roadhouse door behind her and walked out into the night, ready to embark on this new chapter of her life as a detective and hunter, with the roadhouse as her base of operations.

[vecnasrevengerp]

If we can only have one character why does an admin have two?

hi there! the simplest answer I can give is that Vecna's Revenge has a very specific story and ultimate conclusion! Every decision we make is crucial for our plot and the group dynamic, including the admin team's character choices. We will, however, allow our writers to pick up additional characters after the groups gets going!

[versifur]

~||• Cant wait to start something with you all.

So if you want a starter between our muses like this post and I’ll send something ! If you Roleplay multiple muses I’ll Dm you which one you’d prefer to use 💕

— Vermillion

[nightmaresrp]

Some of our species include... 

W E R E W O L V E S!

[omgdeanwinchesterxx]

Dean Winchester Nightmare/ OPEN STARTER

Sam was dead. He couldn’t breathe. Dean couldn’t think. Dean could barely move. This was his fault. He should’ve been better. He should’ve protected him. He should’ve been stronger. This wasn’t happening. This just wasn’t happening. He couldn’t be gone. Not Sam, anyone but Sam. He should’ve died instead. 

‘‘You failed me Dean.’‘ 

He could hear John’s voice in his head. Saying he’d failed him over and over and over and over again. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t work out. This was just his fault. Every bad thing that happened to Sammy was his fault.

‘‘I..I’m sorry..’‘ He felt his voice break a little bit as tears began going down his cheeks. 

‘‘YOU’RE SORRY? oH, YOU’RE SORRY, SORRY WON’T BRING HIM BACK!’‘

Dean wobbled once more, going over to Sam’s body and bringing him in to his chest. 

‘‘Please.. wake up, don’t leave me. I need you.’‘ 

As more tears ran down his face he closed his eyes, and that was when Dean Winchester awoke from his nightmare, completely drenched in sweat. A scream having left his lips. 

[maevemedeina]

Starter @hastalikanhci

Location: Ashen Armour & Weapons Time: Nearing the end of work day

As day rolls into evening, and the sky begins to reveal its' dark side, the town of Destarin also seems to slip into something a little more... risqué. Entirely too comfortable with the idea of danger, Maeve sits with one leg crossed beneath her, atop of the store counter, her other bare foot, she left dangling. The long, lean leg was sun kissed, the sheen of bright, golden hairs catching in the the crimson, red lamps hanging overhead.

Maeve was a werewolf of about three hundred and fifteen years old, and yet to look at her, one would simply see a woman in her late twenties, early thirties. One might assume Maeve is a little palates bunny to maintain the long, lithe figure beneath her simple white summer dress. From her relaxed countenance one might underestimate the young looking blonde. On first glance there was no kind of threat about the sun kissed armorer.

Her teeth shone brilliantly white, her blonde waves hung loose down her back, lazily adorned with pastel sea shells and a few stray twigs and leaves. Sandals lay discarded in the break room behind the counter, and Maeve's bare feet were closely followed by long, strong legs. Despite the recent grey weather, Maeve looked as though she were on holiday, instead of at work.

In her hands, Maeve held a crossbow. The weapon looked heavy and yet the blonde wolf held it with such ease it was almost comic. At least until an observant eye were to notice the sinewy muscle in her arms shifting with each movement. She was replacing the string, and was of half a mind to check the rest in the store, but for right now, her keen hazel eyes were concentrated on the task at hand. No matter how trivial the chore, Maeve applied an almost militant approach. If Maeve were an artist, it might be in her approach to handling and maintaining weaponry. It was a passion that often bordered on intense.

Surrounding Maeve was an eclectic mash up of weaponry, guns, bows and arrows, blades, caltrops, pikes, various shields, and axes. In the low light, every point and blade seemed to flirt with eyes, winking enticingly. The low, red lighting did nothing to ease the unnerving atmosphere. This store was no place for rookies, novices, or really anyone who couldn't dance with swords, and despite Maeve's sunny exterior, her confidence with the crossbow might indicate to someone paying attention, that there is more to the situation than what meets the eye.

A sigh escaped the blonde's pursed lips as she lifted one hand to scratch her face, leaving a dark smear of grease and lubricant on her cheek. Once more, Maeve returned expert fingers to the task of changing the strings when a fresh scent caught Maeve's nose. Her hazel eyes were already on the person's face as the door swung forward, gently knocking the bell above the door to signify their arrival.

"It's late, I'm locking up soon so you'll need to make it quick" It was blunt, to the point and quite possibly rude, but it was followed by a very small wry smile. "Oh..." she said slowly, wiping at her grease stained cheek, a small gesture that disguised the eager twitch of her nose.

[after-midnight-rp]

❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave

↬ The Lore and World ⎰ Races ⎰ Apply 101 ⎰ Rules and Guidelines ⎰ Masterlist ⎰

[senatushq]

which skeletons would u like to see? also mwf?

I'd love to see more senator spots filled, in particular The Tinkerer, The Crown, and The Oracle would be great.

For female fcs I'll let members comment below but I'd love to see any of the following: Lesley-Ann Brandt, Eva Green, Sarah Shahi, Conor Leslie, Morena Baccarin, Nathalie Kelley, and Sofia Boutella

[thethotfulwitch]

Zahair Rose - 26 - Witch

Zahair is not:

soft giggles under a warm blanket, the moonbeams that kiss your pillow, a candle's light in a dark forest. a source of comfort. fingers twining slowly with yours until you can't tell where yours end and his begin. the scent of lavender and cedarwood or of campfire and a cool autumn night. starlight in a sky that's otherwise dark, the full moon to light your path or the gentle and placid way waves will ripple a pond. soothing. a savior. complete Zahair is: a million brittle pieces wrapped tightly in blurred edges, the broken glass underfoot in an alley, a razor edged slash of moon in a sky that is otherwise empty of color. the stain of coffee on a dress shirt, a drip of red wine on an otherwise white carpet - a million little annoyances that can prick the way a thorn might from a rose. deception - soft, boyish freckles and a quick, disarming grin, neither of which pay heed to the storms that might pour out of him (or the razorblades that might drip off of his tongue). the stark edge of a tree in the center of the smallest island. petrichor - a warning of rain on a cloudless day. complicated. rude. insular. the taste of bitter dark chocolate on your tongue when you were hoping for sweeter. Needs:

Coven members (and the aunt that leads it who will be requested), coworkers, fellow hoodrats, good influences, a future love interest (potentially a request but all plots are welcome), past things, present things pretty much everything!