The Boy Nods, Relaxing A Little. “Thanks, I Think, But Nanny Deserves The Credit For That….and Thanks

RP Meme: Emotions

Send a symbol (or the name of the emotion) for a starter based on that emotion.

☼ - happiness

☮ - calm

♡  - love

✸ - admiration

♕ - pride

✂ - fear

⥁ - surprise

♗- disapproval

☂ - sadness

⤾ - embarrassment

‽  - nervousness

♴ - guilt

⩐ - disgust

⧗ - boredom

☟  - disappointment

☢ - anger

⚠ - annoyance

⚔ - contempt

❦ - envy

☣ - jealousy

The boy nods and mumbles something that sounds like “I missed you” into the wings. He hasn’t let go yet. He probably won’t for a while.

*tackle hugs from behind then buries face in Crowley’s wings*

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

I…that wasn’t even the point. But I guess since we’re talking about it, you were more of a mother than she ever was.

Ok, everyone please quit picking in Mom. He’s a very scary demon with the reputation to prove it.

We’ve been over this: I’m not your mother, she just paid me to take care of you because she’s…a busy woman.

I just discovered Black Veil Brides and have been listening to ‘Bleeders’ on repeat for 2 days.

practices the rpc needs to Collectively Get Back Into:

commenting on peoples’ posts, threads, art, graphics, etc. just telling them that you see it and that it looks good / is entertaining / etc.  –  because content creators can’t read your mind and  as nice as it’d be for us to always serve ourselves with our work  …  realistically we will lose motivation to continue creating without some kind of support.  if you like something then say so !!

sending each other’s muses messages about muses they’re talking to or characters from their canon and just generally getting actively involved in the narratives other people create  &  encouraging those people to discuss them

asking people random questions about their characters without fear that it’s too outlandish, provided the question isn’t invasive or rude

sending honest, heartfelt notes of positivity and making loveposts about other creators and the work they do.  not chainmail, not lazy generic shit, but real kindness, in our Own Words

drawing people fanart of their characters / ships / OCs !!  please !!  really !!  i don’t know when that  EVER  became something people grew too nervous to do !!  most people  ADORE  it.  even if it’s just fucking stick figures, man, i  PROMISE  you that taking the time and putting in the effort to show someone that the work they do inspired the work you do will make their whole fucking day

telling !!  each other !!  that !!  we’re !!  doing !!  good !!  jobs !!

being  NICE  to each other  OPENLY  and  FOR NO REASON  with  NO PROMPTING

making sure other people feel included in discord servers, roleplay groups, groupchats, multi-way threads, art trades, events, and just.  like.   overall

acknowledging !!  each other’s !!  art !!  metas !!  threads !!  worldbuilding !!  and !!  style !!  PLEASE !!  PEOPLE !!  DONT !!  KNOW !!  YOU !!  LIKE !!  THEM  !!  IF !!  YOU !!  SAY !!  NOTHING !!

and  NOBODY  with  ANY  goddamn sense is  EVER  going to react negatively to you Just Being Fucking Nice so stop worrying about doing that !!   PLEASE !!!!!

Why is everyone on here shocked the new Pope is American? The last three were Polish, German, and Argentinian.

*Warlock joins the hug*

group hug time!

That's a very reasonable approach, actually....can't make him feel any worse.

Coffee and liquor make me feel invincible. I have both in my system. Now I'm exhaustedbwhoot!

He follows Lucifer inside and his eyes light up when the couch is offered.  "Couch sounds good.  I guess I should introduce myself, though.  Warlock Do-erm, Crowley...sorry, I just got my name changed."  He extends a hand around the pile of take-out in his arms, looking around the room.  

He'd been drawn to the place by what he called his problem-dreams, not a full 'vision', just flashes of objects, buildings, and his host's face.  Which meant he had to let things play out without knowing what he was getting into.

"Nice apartment...sorry you had bad houseguests,"  he says, a bit distracted by trying to remember what exactly he'd seen in his sleep.

Hello

He looked her up and down. " I'm guessing your another one? Peachy? What are you going to do now? Bring animals into my penthouse? Destroy the place? Make me sign a paper against my will? What's next? " He scoffed, sipping on his bourbon.