Oops

*He nods and smiles. It’s not the teasing grin from earlier but more of an unsure smile like he’s thinking of doing something that might embarrass himself*

Ok. Just between you, me, and Dad.

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.

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 !!!!!

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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.

Learned today that aceflux us a thing???

”Things…move. Or float…or explode. Some lightbulbs in blew when I failed my history final…the study door slammed last time I tried talking to Father and he ignored me…weird stuff like that…I feel the stuff, I know it’s not just accidents……” he trailed off, feeling like he was explaining badly. His hair was floating a little now.

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

Wh—?! Oh, it’s you! Hello little lad.

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Ok, a couple Warlock Headcanons

He’s very much so Pan

He’s some kinda psychic (he doesn’t really understand it, he just knows that he can see wings on people like Nanny and Brother Francis)

He just never mentions it, just seems to space out forever.  

He doesn’t wanna look crazy of offend anyone, so again, no mention.   Some telekinesis and fortune telling. Minor minor  on the latter

Ok, so the fortune telling thing kinda gets better (worse?)  He can see more, but it’s mainly in dreams and usually only the bad shit.  

He has a teddy named Hethpin (HETH-pin) the second. It was supposed to be hellspawn, but his toddler lisp had other ideas:

He’s not an ass, it was just pre-teen thing, and he was a little annoyed that Nanny and Br. Francis kept popping up with different names and jobs.  How hard is it for his parents to notice these are the same people that they hired years ago?

He’s distant from his parent

He changes his last name at some point to distance himself from his dad’s influence.  Somehow ends up choosing Crowley

His middle name’s Anthony.  

He can be a dork.  

He still hums Nanny’s lullaby when he’s stressed, distracted, or tired.  

He can be an ass.  A lovable one, but an ass.  

Older!Warlock gaceclaim is Jared Padaleki:

He has a snake tattoo on his left arm and a dove on his right shoulder:

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.

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