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TL;CR Meme!
As far as I know, I don't think we've done this meme yet!
→ Post with a list of your characters.
→ Comment to other people asking them what their characters think of yours!
→ Respond in-depth to the people who hit you up about your character relationships! First impressions can count too!
→ Possibly cry if your character is a social butterfly with lots of opinions, and have fun!
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STOP TRYING TO STOMP HIMSyr's a unique case where Crowley is actually incredibly wary of him, especially right out of the gate. Their first encounter was rough, pretty literally, and Syrlya's right now the only person in Fellden besides Aziraphale that's seen Crowley as Ashtoreth. This makes him somewhat of a threat, because he wants to keep that form a secret as much as possible in case he needs to use it to get himself out of trouble or if he needs to be sneaky.Having someone that's already met her? In less-than-ideal conditions? That's dangerous.
The funniest part? If I'm remembering right, Syr has no idea that they're the same person. So Crowley's just being extra safe and testy and nervous for no real explainable reason, because he's not going to admit 'hey you're the guy that tried to squish me!!!!'
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Honestly, even with just network communication between the both of them, Crowley really appreciates Dante's casualness and sense of humor. When they finally meet? They're going to get along like a house on fire, and woe betide everyone else in their nearby vicinity.
With there being so many serious, lawful, and 'good' otherworlders around, Dante's been a much-needed breath of fresh air. It's really good to have someone that can shitpost with the best of them!
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they need to create some chaos together soon tho
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"How can anyone this smart be this stupid?" pretty well sums up things. Crowley is, and has been, in love with Aziraphale for a very, very long time. That’s the truest truth he could ever utter. Not that he’s going to, because he’s so very aware (or so he thinks) that his affections are totally unrequited.
The two of them have known each other for so long that Aziraphale has just…become a normal part of Crowley’s day to day, or rather century to century, life. The concept of being separated from him is entirely absurd and honestly a bit frightening. With all the political and social upheaval between Heaven, Hell, and humanity, he understands very well the position it leaves the both of them in. It’s dangerous, but even then Crowley would absolutely risk everything and anything just to keep his friend safe.
But then Fellden happened, and things started to change.
While there’s still the paranoid fear that both their respective sides could somehow find them, for the first time in all of Crowley’s existence there’s not the threat of death hanging over his head. Tentatively, there’s no one that’s going to swoop down and smite the both of them for daring to interact now, and that in itself is its own kind of danger. Now there’s no reason why he shouldn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, in theory.
Except years and years of feelings, and attempting to act upon those feelings, have left him cautious. It isn’t as if he’s stopped loving Aziraphale, that day will surely never come, but every time he’s ever tried to toe the line he’s been met with polite, but firm, rejection. It frustrates him, it hurts, but it’s how things have always been and by this time he’d much rather cherish what they have instead of trying to push and potentially ruining it. Aziraphale has made it very clear, especially during the whole Armaggedon business, that they’re simply too different.
That’s morphed into a twisted self-loathing, first fear and then certainty that it’s his own infernal nature that’s at the heart of everything. He’s not redeemable, and how could he ever ask, think, that someone touched by Her Grace could stoop down so low as to care for him. Demons are damned, that’s always been the hard fact. Demons aren’t supposed to be capable of love. Demons can’t be loved.
But Crowley loves, he loves so much that it eats him from the inside out. He know he can’t ever hope for more than the friendship that they’ve managed to eek out, but selfishly he wants. Demons aren’t supposed to be soft, but given the chance he’d like nothing more than to fall into
Aziraphale’s arms, to whisper all the secrets that he’s been hiding for so long, and to let the angel know just how important he is. In Crowley’s opinion, Aziraphale is the only true angel that he’s ever met: he’s genuinely good, genuinely tries to do good, and though he may be a bastard sometimes that doesn’t change the fact that he’s kind. He’d been kind enough not to smite Crowley on the spot when they’d first met, and he’s continued to show that kindness throughout the years they’ve known each other, despite his own fussing about being on opposite sides.
But Crowley understands that angels are beings of love, they love all things, and he’s quite certain that that’s all that’s ever going to be between the both of them. And he’s done his best to make peace with that. Now, however, with things changing, with Aziraphale suddenly starting to open up more, it’s…frightening? Because he’s spent so long contenting himself with what they have, he doesn’t want to hope because he’s not certain that he could stand the inevitable heartbreak.
Not to mention, the looming, undeniable, possibility that having his affections returned could spell the downfall for Aziraphale. If there’s one thing Crowley knows in this crazy world, it’s that he could never forgive himself if he were the reason Aziraphale Fell.
So the long and short of it is: Crowley’s stupidly in love, but knows that there’s no way he could ever ask Aziraphale to love him in return. He’ll take being the angel’s best friend, supporting him in every way he can, and that’s….good enough. It’ll have to be.
Now if only the rest of the blessed world could stop reminding him of what he doesn’t have! The tattoos, the rumors, the fact that someone’s sent a wedding cake- it’s getting harder and harder to hide his honest feelings. But he’ll do his best, because he’s selfish and doesn’t want to lose the little bit of Aziraphale that he has.
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But really, despite how much Crowley rags on him, Dimitri is actually in the 'bro' category. He may not agree at all with the noble and self-sacrificing thing, but Crowley's got some mad respect for someone so willing to stick to their cause and make good on their words. Dimitri is reliable, which is a hell of a lot more than Crowley can say for a lot of the individuals in his life, so though he may not admit it out loud, he'd probably throw some fists for the guy if it came down to things.
That, and he's really fun to poke fun at. Like, really fun.
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TERRIBLEWONDERFUL TBH...Loki's in a unique place right now, because he's been cordial and flattering (which appeal to Crowley's vanity) but he's also an unknown factor since they've only recently met. Having a good opinion of snakes is honestly an A+ way to appeal to Crowley's
gooddecent side, and the fact that Loki can hold his own in a conversation is really really good in his books.On the flipside, Crowley's mystified about Loki's name because he's pretty certain that he's the one that inspired the whole 'Loki' myth way back when (at least where he's from), so it's both amusing and intriguing to meet someone that's choosing to go by it.
I can absolutely see them getting along swimmingly, and maybe becoming something like friendly rivals in the future? They both like chaos and sewing annoyance, so there's potential there. Much to the detriment of the rest of everyone in Fellden.
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Also, talk to him about his own world's Loki myth, he needs someone to blame for that horse-fucking story and he'll absolutely pin it on Crowley if he can 8')
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all those stories come from humans themselves. they nasty.
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