RP Meme: Emotions

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

Warlock nods, giggling a little, before letting go to come around front and hug Crowley the normal way.

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

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

Oh…I won’t tell him. But how did he end up being that bad? He’s an angel. And why’d you let me throw cake at him?

@warlocknottheantichristdowling look what I found! It was in the boot of my car!

Learned today that aceflux us a thing???

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2.  Feel free to ask me to rp!  I’m not really that selective, but I may ask a ton of questions before starting.  I don’t wanna screw something up about your character.  

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He shakes his head, now refusing to look him in the eye. “I-it’s nothing, just practicing some stuff…” Warlock’s hair rustles a little as he tries to calm himself down.

This is going to take some real pushing.

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

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

[Open Starter]

This was stupid…another night, another nightmare, and another heluva hard time trying to figure out where in heaven’s name these were coming from.  

Sure, he’d dreamed about the trip to the desert…that was a recurring nightmare since he was eleven.  Some how his parents didn’t remember and made him feel like he was mad to even come up with something like that.  But that wasn’t like these.  Just like that one felt real, so did these ones; however, unlike that nightmare, which he knew he had been apart of, none of the others felt that way.  They all just felt like something that he shouldn’t know about, but did.  Something he should’ve been able to prevent but couldn’t.  

So, here he was, sitting on a park bench at 11 o’clock at night with nothing over his clothes but a light coat…

Please don’t

The difficulty of not biting anyone who gets within 10 feet of Aziraphale right now is immense…