#crowley hcs

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ADHD Crowley Headcanons because I love them very much

ADHD Crowley lives rent-free in my heart. Also, I will be switching pronouns for him throughout this because genderfluid Crowley

He stims by moving his head from side to side (like a snake)

They vocal stim by doing a Scottish accent randomly

They'll just be chilling with Aziraphale in the bookshop and they'll both be silently doing their own thing

And then out of nowhere...

He'll just start saying random things in a Scottish accent, and he'll stay like that for hours until he gets a good amount of dopamine from it

His hyperfixation is stars and space, obviously

He sticks his tongue out as he does important things so he can focus more

She loves sorting things. If she ever needs dopamine or if she's just bored, Aziraphale has a bunch of boxes of little trinkets and things for her to sort and fidget with

Speaking of fidgeting, Crowley hoards fidget toys like there's no tomorrow

She just pulls them out of nowhere

She's in a meeting with Hell and getting bored?

*Fidget toy has been summoned*

All the demons in Hell find it so annoying because they'll take them away

Only for her to have even more than before

They've given up on confiscating his fidget toys

Listening to songs on repeat is a form of stimming, so I feel like they'd hear a specific Queen song and they're like "Oh, here's the song that I'm focusing all my energy on for either a week or the next 5 years"

They hoard blankets

If they get too stressed out they turn into a snake and slither around the bookshop

They will make random little noises in the silence, just to fill it

"Blop. Blop. Blop. Beep. Beeeeep. Beeeeeeeee-"

"Crowley, dear, will you stop beeping?"

Aziraphale doesn't care what sound she makes, as long as it isn't beeping

When Crowley is low on dopamine, she gets so incredibly depressed

She just sits and does nothing for weeks

Aziraphale usually tries to bring her out of it by taking her to space museums or giving her space books to read

It doesn't always work, but Crowley appreciates the effort

When he's on about a hyperfixation though...

Let's just say that he puts the "hyper" in hyperfixation

Aziraphale loves seeing him like that

All smiley and happy and bouncing around

Crowley could go on for hours about any little topic that interests him when he gets like that

[kotse]

@hg-aneh fanart of fanart! i want them to be best friends in the rain and have a slumber party

[tartppola]

silver♀ dump + fairy gala sil/prefect sillies..........

[married-to-google-translater]

EVERY time something goes wrong in NRC

[cut-pricemikeyarwood]

Crowley drawing two times (that we know of) Aziraphale's mustaches is so romantic.

[dankbraincrevices]

twst characters playing ttrpg

I don't really know much about ttrpg but I started watching dimension 20 recently

[lucillesremains]

this is canon btw (im eric kripke 100%)

me having access to a photo editing app and templates is going to be everyone else’s problem :P

[dorkus-mcdingus]

Remembering this little fact about ravens and crows made me think about the headmage a little

Fae that are derived from animals sometimes exemplify some of the behaviors or traits from them (probably not to the extent of beastmen but even so).

Lilia for instance with him floating upside-down (or him screeching like how some species of bats do also his love of tomato juice doesn't help either)

While Baur and Sebek have strong jaws, are cold-blooded, and are known for having large appetites like actual crocodiles

So how does this relate to Crowley?

We have seen Crowley emulate some traits of a corvid like his rather omnivorous appetite, he has been shown to like shiny objects and precious metals, and according to an update on his bio in the JP server of the game, Crowley's special talent is lock-picking (probably stemming from the fact that ravens are known to be able to solve difficult puzzles and there was a video circulating from San Francisco where a group of ravens were able to pick a lock)

So it got me thinking. Maybe the voice we all know from Crowley is him using voice mimicry to hide who he is?

Why do I say this?

Another trait of corvids is that they are EXCELLENT at mimicking sounds, including human speech and they also have different dialects too! So, something like masking his voice could be something that could come super easy to the man.

[dalliancekay]

The 'Aziraphale Still Believes in Heaven' Take

Is one that I see so often. Too often. The way many fans (still) say Aziraphale is naïve, he's never learned anything, he does not really change; Metatron offered him a promotion and he happily jumped on it. Keen to go back to Heaven. Still in their clutches. Leaving Crowley behind. Cos nothing lasts forever. Amirite? Poor long-suffering Crowley. So patient. Goes through so much. Aww. Takes that say that because Crowley never told Aziraphale about the venom in Gabriel's "Shut your stupid mouth and die already", Aziraphale has no idea that Heaven is not the good guys, that he still believes they are on the side of truth and light.

Takes that claim Aziraphale wants Crowley to come to Heaven and be an angel again so they can be happy like in the good old times. Takes that basically say that Aziraphale is stupid. And blind. LISTEN Do you mean the Aziraphale who knew before Crowley did that something is rotten in the state of Denmark, that things are wrong and one can get in a lot of trouble for a thing as minor as a suggestion to improve things.

Is this the Aziraphale that would seriously suggest to Crowley, who he was immediately deeply anxious over, to go back to 'good old times'? What good old times? When? How is Heaven a place of light when a bunch of angels comes down to Earth to bully and PUNCH ONE OF THEIR OWN? Why would he think they are the light when they shame him for being who he is? (Gabriel's: "Lose the gut" comes to mind)

And yes, Aziraphale wants to do good. But that's not tied to him being an angel. And it's not a bad thing ffs! Crowley does good as well. Aziraphale might be the only one who knows, but he knows. Maybe getting humans out of the Garden to seek knowledge was always a (certainty) possibility, and maybe not, but it was Aziraphale's decision to arm them.

And She didn't make him Fall for it. And do you remember when:

Aziraphale openly questioned whether Heaven was actually doing what God actually wanted? He did what he thought was right. He trusted Crowley over his fellow angels, with his own sense of rightness. He and Crowley saved the kids that Aziraphale triple checked the Archangels saw no problem in letting die to make things easier. And She didn't make him Fall for it. In Edinburgh:

Aziraphale re-evaluated his assumption that grave-robbing is bad and did a full 180 degree turn when he learned it can be spun another way, trying to save the grave-robbing girl AND the possible future lives of children that could be helped via more learning. And when we come to Metatron and his threats, we don't see the full conversation, but don't we see enough? Aziraphale says that he's not interested. Metatron keeps nagging at him. Pushing the symbolic coffee from Coffee or Death at him. Flattering him with obvious untruths. After all, Aziraphale knows what Heaven thinks of him. He tried to reason with Metatron before. Metatron tells him they know how deep his disobedience lies:

Aziraphale is not a fool. He knows this is an offer of come quietly or we will find a way to destroy you and your demon this time. Aziraphale didn't have to hear Metatron's quip of: "For one prince of Heaven to be cast into the outer darkness makes a good story. For it to happen twice, makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem." He knows the system is rotten. He knows for a LONG time. Did you see his face when he met Muriel and realised what a lonely sad existence they lead. AND Crowley doesn't love Aziraphale despite the fact that he's being used to get out of trouble, being made to listen about random things the angel enjoys from symphonies to food and plays, and who continues to believe in goodness and kindness and who keeps telling him no. CROWLEY LOVES AZIRAPAHLE BECAUSE OF THOSE THINGS AND because he sees Aziraphale for who he is, an angel who thinks for himself, changes his mind, angel who is brave, who stands for the right thing, who sacrifices his own happiness for the safety of others, especially the demon he loves. They are the same. They are lonely. They are one of a kind. And they love each other.

Aziraphale wants to stay at home. In the home he built for himself and Crowley. On Earth where he's found so much to love. But he knows it is impossible. As Crowley confesses his love, Aziraphale struggles to stay on his plan. He'll miss Crowley terribly. He wants them to be together. For him, they were an 'us' the whole S2. However tenuously. Fragile existence and all that.

But even this was ripped away from him. And whatever he's planning, he knows he needs to do the first steps on his own. He can't submit Crowley to the torture that being in Heaven is going to be for him, an unwanted, despised angel. He can't make him come. He can only ask him. And Crowley said no.

So he leaves. Furious. And determined. Whether it is to burn the place down or find God and ask Her all the questions to Her face I don't know. But his love will push him through.

And if I see one more simplistic take of the snarky demon is really good isn't he, so that means the stuffy angel is bad (and needs to change to be worthy of the demon) I will curse their dreams with lines about shades of grey. AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY ALREADY LOVE EACH OTHER

[lickthecowhappy]

What do you think he keeps with him?

A white handkerchief made of softest silk A pocket watch adorned with snaking filigree A ring of keys that unlock precious things: One for a door to hoarded tomes One for the desk drawer hiding secrets One for a set of shackles chained to crêpes and brioche A pearl found in a demon’s first oyster A shilling exchanged for ninety guineas A rifle bullet “caught” on the West End Stage A burned prophecy from a Nice and Accurate book And one immortal lifetime of love folded so deliberately that no one can see its shape

Read more of my work here. This poem is also available on AO3.

[kyupidos]

Hello, if you take requests, can I maybe request a male!not Yuu!reader that can control time ? And he is the son of one of the staff..

So, my request is : Heafcanon of the Platonic!Staff with a m!son!reader that can control time (I can see them knowing when something happen with the time but not really knowing what this is [for example, if the reader rewind the time, they have a feeling something isn't right, but nothing more], and the reader won't tell them).

Have a great day ! And ignore it if you don't want to write it !

10/20/24 — twisted wonderland <3

you know what they say about broken clocks — summary. ‘time control is rough, but your father is here for you.’

characters ;; dire crowley, mozus trein, divus crewel, tags ;; reader is male ( he/your, and the term “son” is used to describe them ), reader is not yuu, platonic fluff(?)

a/n ( SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND!! never did smth like this before so i did my best to lock in,, on the topic of doing my best, i wasn’t sure if this should be fluff or angst so i was like, kind of mixing it? i wasn’t sure how to do this with every staff, so i just did the “big three” ( i think..? ) hope this is okay! also, i’ve starting writing using a different app, so sorry if the format’s different than usual 😓

d. crowley

— in a way, you were quite sure your father, crowley, had some sort of sense of your capabilities. for as..eccentric as your father was, he possessed a great deal of care and concern towards you, his son. hey, he may give off “deadbeat” vibes ( and this is particularly true for the prefect that you’ve become acquainted with out of necessity due to them hanging out around his office to get updates about returning to their home ), but his care for you certainly shows no bounds.

— this was especially true whenever he was acutely aware of a stressor that may have been on your mind. well, he did give you a little pat on your head in affection, giddily preening to tell you “how ready he was to aid you in ailing your woes!”

— perhaps it was just a gut feeling. as you sat there, your eye almost twitching as you looked down at your terribly marked assignment paper. it was returned on the same day you worked on it with the rest of your class; you could only figure based on the usual efficiency of your teachers, but something you’d rather not praise at the moment.

— honestly, you were just too stressed out over the multitude of other assignments you’d received over the past week. what was wrong with that? and, as the son of the head mage of all staff, you couldn’t help but feel bitter in your ashamed state. so when you went to go get a beverage to cool your head off only to see your father gingerly picking up your worksheet in curiosity, your fingers twitched twice as harshly as your eye did just before.. before, coming to the fruitful conclusion to head back.

— this time, you got a far better grade. one that you were much more proud of, to show your father willingly. you were keen on repeating moments such as these; though it wasn’t like your father’s sudden blank moments whenever those times occurred led you clueless as to his abilities to catch on. “ah..oh my little raven, how well you did!” he pat your head again nonetheless, the silent agreement of ignoring how somewhere in the back of his subconscious, he recalled the event going somewhat, slightly differently. “now, my son, if you ever feel discouraged by your school work, just take it up with your ever so generous father, alright? i’m prepared to tutor you with anything!”

— his words of encouragement were just enough to dissuade the undertones of heaviness in the air that lingered for those few seconds of his recollections of the original event escaped him. you couldn’t help but smile a little more, knowing how your father tried to ease you up just to make you happy. “thank you, dad.”

m. trein

— trein is no stranger to feelings that revolve around the concept of deja vu. he’s old and wiser, and you couldn’t be prouder to know him as your father. on that note, you have two elder sisters, and this afternoon you’re all visiting together at the family home, instead of you staying at your dorm.

— your father has good intuition; that much is obvious by the kind but careful glances he gives you sometimes, just to make sure you’re feeling okay. you could see the thoughts lingering on his mind every now and then, if there was a little something you might have been keeping from him. and unfortunately, today had decided to follow that trend, but hey to be fair, it’s nobody’s fault but your memory..

— “fuaaah, hey hey, [y/n],” one of your elder sisters called out, dressed elegantly and frilly in her lavender sleepwear, clearly not too keen on bothering to change after her little afternoon nap ( you understood her there, it was a saturday after all ). “you remembered to prep the dinner, right?” she called out as she stretched her limbs, not caring to notice the quick cringe on your face at the sudden recollection. “papa said it was your turn this time, didn’t he?”

— huh? oh, well crap…you didn’t want to have to deal with those repercussions. you shrugged your shoulders not so smoothly, before leaving your eyes shut to be sure to not forget the next time.

— dinner was well served that evening, indeed. in fact, you think you put a little too much of your all into it. and while trein is delighted by the taste, he recalls it differently; no, in the back of his mind, he was sure he was just about on his way to make it himself once he’d made the realization you’d forgotten.

— he’d come to that lingering conclusion more often than not recently; and he knows for a fact you seem to have to do with it with the unnecessary awkward look you gave when he asked you about it. but he’s also concluded you’re not quite ready to talk about it, so once dinner is over and it’s about ready for everyone to sleep in for the night, he comes up to you and pats your head.

— “remember, you can always come to me if you need anything, okay?” he’s as reassuring as he’s always been to you, and you can tell with the way he looks at you. “..okay, dad.”

d. crewel

— nothing special was going on today, honestly. you were staying in the teacher’s lounge ( crewel’s son privileges ), and you were waiting for your father to get back from whatever he supposedly had to do that was more important than grading papers. not like you cared, it just meant you could lounge around doing whatever you wanted to.

— you should probably stop being so careless, all things considered. one would assume it would get through to you, as whenever he gives you a furrowed brow in response to his confusion about recollection of events, it should surely be enough to be a hint that he’s slowly catching on. or perhaps he already has, but he knows for a fact that if you hadn’t said anything, then perhaps he shouldn’t either until you’re ready.

— nonetheless, you didn’t pick up on your father’s train of thought. you do your best not to use your magic willy nilly, since it gets absolutely exhausting. especially considering the amount of blot you’ve learned you end up accumulating when you do. but you’re too used to using it to avoid even the simplest of things, even though sometimes it’s a mistake that you know any normal person would forgive; especially when it’s your father.

— you’re too anxious by the coffee you already accidentally spilled, though, which completely tainted the half-finished stack of graded papers he had left on the desk. you can’t even register how you did that, but perhaps it was from the way you accidentally shook the table a bit too much when your legs hit it while you were aiming to lay on the couch. and you know you can absolutely not deal with the reaction you’d get from your father when he inevitably walks in on the disaster.

— the stack of half graded papers was pristine and untouched, which was exactly what crewel had walked in on. virtually nothing had happened, in his eyes. and yet, somehow, the whole thing didn’t quite play out right in his mind—like it was telling him he should be walking in on another situation entirely.

— and then, his eyes glide over to meet you, doing exactly as you were planning to do. just lounge around. though still, his brow furrows as he slowly connects the dots that he doesn’t even realize truly exist yet. and then his face softens, going to sit down on the couch beside you to drink from the coffee that hadn’t spilled, a calm atmosphere shared between the two of you. “how’re you doing, [y/n]? i hope i wasn’t gone for too long.” “huh? oh no, it’s fine dad…i’ve just been relaxing.” “mhm…i bet.”

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PLEASE MORE ADHD CROWLEY

Pfft- okay. Istg the fact that there's so little ADHD Crowley content upsets me, but it's keeping me in business /hj

Crowley strikes me as an impulse buyer

He sees a cool plant and he's like "mine :D"

And they buy as many as they want cuz who the fuck's gonna stop them? Aziraphale is

They're just very impulsive in general though

Like, planning things to inconvenience people only to find that you've screwed yourself over in the process?

Definition of impulsiveness

She's also terrible with time

Like, she'll be talking to Aziraphale about this plan she has and she'll be like "Yeah, I'm gonna do this at about 3 so that way I'll have time for other things"

"...Crowley, dear, it's 6 PM"

"FUCK"

She also forgets how long it's been since certain events

He'll be talking about WWII like it was just a couple years ago and Aziraphale would remind him that it was about 80 years ago

Poor planning

That's all

It's literally a symptom of ADHD

And that's literally what Crowley's personality is

I'm not elaborating on that one

He accidentally interrupts people when he's really excited

They don't mean to

Someone just says something that sparks a train of thought and now they can't shut it off and they just have to get it out

I feel like they'd come into the bookshop when anxious or understimulated and just....organizes Aziraphale's books in a very specific way that only them and Azi know

And they hyperfocus and finish before the day's over

They'd also leave small succulants in there for Aziraphale :)

[deathbyrose]

knowing what we know now… they were so wrong for this holy shit…

[angelwishess]

AUGH I FINALLY COLORED THEM!!!

THE FLOYRA KIDS !!! YAYAYYAYYY 💗💗

NONE of them are normal, as they should be honestly

[wetfuzzysocks]

what might have happened in 1941....

[rabdoidal]

a clandestine meeting interrupted c. 1861. the ladies crowley and fell found conversing unattended in the parlour without chaperone nor candlelight, who both seemed flushed and annoyed to be found out by other party attendants

🖼️ kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🖼️