crowned savior::

                                             “ I DO IT FOR THEM. “

                                             “ I DO IT FOR THEM. “

                                          indie personification of sorrow

                                            ‘ what am i, a surgeon? ‘ 

                                           BON   APPETIT

                            home. ask. submit. x

" 'WHY ISN'T IT DEAD?' WHO CARES LASSIE-FACE! RUN! "

WARNINGS/REQUESTS: -we would love to have some winchesters! -for canon characters there’s only 1 slot open -respect is mandatory! -we might start tonight if able.                                           message me if you’d like to join!

" 'WHY ISN'T IT DEAD?' WHO CARES LASSIE-FACE! RUN! "

WARNINGS/REQUESTS: -we would love to have some winchesters! -for canon characters there’s only 1 slot open -respect is mandatory! -we might start tonight if able.                                           message me if you’d like to join!

independent carlton lassiter blog     semi selective  6 years of roleplay experience        NSFW warning     always open to starters or plot        totally chill mun

independent Shawn Spencer blog                    7+ years of roleplay experience NSFW themes will occur                                                mun is an awkward turtle semi-selective with RP partners                              i’m an absolute potato, okay

          “Ye know what I think?             I think that I’ll be seein’ you             in the mental asylum.                       who knows? maybe we’ll                       be cell-mates.”

                    "[ W h y. ]                              I'm perfectly sane.                               And  I  wouldn't be                               your     cell    mate. 

      I don’t want to keep ‘em.”

               "Oh, I apologize.                         Surely if there are six, something is here.                         Or perhaps another faction, by Abaddon. "

   ”Was it similar to this?     The chaos and panic,     was it like this when—-                         when Lucifer fell?”

[ S u c h ] a question, yet-- dangerous, either way. This gained Castiel's attention, causing him to lift his gaze, and   a v e r t    it, almost  as if, attached, emotionally,       whether it be  fear, or anger.                                  "In some ways, though no humans                                  were   ever   involved,   and  even                                   then, it seemed so orderly,   as  if                                  during his fall, God was watching.                                                            We feared him, still running by the book.                                                            Yet now, there is no longer any rules.                                                                           It feels more chaotic, messy, bloody.                                                                           But even then, so was before."

    it has to do with the winchesters’

                  "What was it you saw.                              I only just saw the boys yesterday." Castiel inquired, a hint of worry  in   his   deepened  tone. 

          “That right?                 I must be a unicorn, then.                 I’m callin’ bullshit, lad.” 

               "You think I'm lying.                  I don't joke, [ Foxy. ]                            And nor do I think--                                               that there's a cell number for Bullshit."

She nodded her head as she listened to what the man had to say.                                          ”I understand and don’t worry, I’m not upset. Although, I would like                                            to try and help you in any way that I possibly can. Honestly, it’s the                                        least that I could do.”

                "That's won't be necessary.                  Though your attempt to help is greatly appreciated. "

Mary was more than a little             lost on what the dark             haired man was saying             to her.”

               "The two boys that ran through here earlier.                                  Their names are Sam and Dean.                                        I must know where they went. " Castiel knew it'd be hard to  find the winch esters,  even in the past.  Currently,  they were     messing    up     the  timeline.   And the angel, as usual, had to fix it.