#crowley's fall

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Aziraphale [about Job being talked to by God]: I don't suppose he's getting any answers.

Crowley: No. But just to be able to ask the question.

[bl0ndwave]

I can't get over the fact how similar angel Crowley is to Eden Crowley. Before we saw angel Crowley, we didn't have the comparison and continuity, but we do now.

Just look at his hairstyle; his Eden hair is longer, as it logically should be because the angel phase was before the fall, but it's still wavy, and the swirl remains the same... 🥺

[thesun-art]

Crashing after The Fall with his burnt bright wings 💔

A4 black paper, acrylic, burned matches and glue

[aziraphales-library]

Hello there

First of all, thank you so much for everything you all do and the effort you put into creating lists of specific stories, or helping us find the stories we're looking for. You are all amazing! And, honestly, some of the recommendations you've given to me have helped me through really dark moments . . . I really appreciate it.

I was wondering if perhaps you could help me? I read a fic recently (though I don't think it was written recently) where Crowley was injured during the Fall and has been holding his psyche together through willpower alone. But, when Aziraphale fudges the truth over whether he can love, it shatters Crowley's grip on his psyche. Then, Aziraphale has to find and help the various pieces of Crowley's personality (Curiosity, Rage, Compassion, Mischief, Pride, Courage, Creativity, Love and Hope) in order to restore his demon.

It was such a stunning story and I'm kicking myself for not downloading it when I was reading it.

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Keep well and take care of yourselves

You are looking for this wonderful fic...

So Much Discounted by WanderingAlice (T)

After asking Aziraphale a strange question, Crowley disappears. Can Aziraphale work out what happened to him? And more importantly, can he save him before it's too late? --- “No.” Aziraphale sat up, throwing his senses wide, searching, seeking, all the way to the edges of the world. “Crowley!” His frantic cry, amplified by his angelic power, rippled through the minds of every being with even the slightest occult sensitivity. Miles away, Anathema sat up in bed, and reached in panic for her lover when she felt the new absence in the world. Down the street from Jasmine Cottage, Adam Young tumbled from his covers, reaching out himself with what remained of his power. What he found was so terrible he fled from it, running to climb into bed with his parents like he hadn’t since he’d been very small. “No,” the angel said again, his voice small and lost amid the stacks of lonely books. “No.” He pushed himself up with trembling hands, climbed to his feet, and didn’t stop running until he stood outside the door to Crowley’s Mayfair flat.

- Mod D

[dee-morris]

Crackish Theory

but not really but maybe? Let me work through my thoughts and then you help me decide how serious I am.

I had a Shower Thought today about this ask.

"Never quite as good as he likes to maintain." Neil has also said that Crowley is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his Fall, and we know from the show that his story keeps changing. He sauntered vaguely downwards, he did a million light year freestyle, he only asked questions but he also rode into battle during the War. Hm.

My initial thought was that his memory had been fucked with, and he genuinely doesn't know. And this could still be true, probably is true, but I was scrubbing conditioner of of my eyes this afternoon and just started to wonder if Crowley actually did something Bad to get the boot?

I don't think I've ever seen anyone suggest this before, which is INTERESTING. We've collectively agreed that he's just a sad wet cat who would never hurt anyone, but my niblings in Christ, he turned a bunch of paintball guns into real rifles bc he thought it was funny. (I'm convinced that the only reason he made sure nobody died was the Look Aziraphale gave him.) Muh point izzz, what if he committed an act of sabotage in the course of investigating or poking around or building a suggestion box or whatever he did to get answers that pissed off the Metatron?

Or maybe he was a spy. Remember his Bond fixation? Maybe he worked undercover for Lucifer bc he was promised answers that the Almighty wasn't giving up. Once you let go of the idea that he's just a wee soft boi who only asked questions with big sad Puss in Boots eyes, the possibilities are endless.

As are the fic ideas. I think I've got enough material here to keep me entertained until filming starts, at least.

[unicornbeck]

Empty now

He poured out so much of himself Only kept the last when it seemed sure Nothing would be returned He could almost taste the bitter freedom of the grim outside when words stopped him Not the words he wished for held himself up for so rigid and straight inside that the rest of him slouched everywhere But words instead that made him know He was not understood He’d climbed out on the bridge of himself extended so far out that another step would surely kill him But Aziraphale proved his own misapprehension The silence where there should have been singing “Do you hear that?” Crowley asked, and staying, trying one more time was something he knew better by now wouldn’t help but he couldn’t stop himself The angel didn’t hear Didn’t notice Didn’t see And really, how dare he, when Crowley had just given nearly everything? But that blindness to everything that mattered at all was infuriating and crushing and before he knew it Crowley was across the room again drawn by some invisible, inescapable magnetic magic force Those feather soft curls seemed to glow and Crowley felt his own self shine as he grabbed those lapels and pulled Yanked Jerked the angel’s lips against his own and he poured Crowley poured himself into it This last ditch kiss All of himself Emptied himself Gave it all away For a small snap of time, he even thought it might have worked to break the wall that stood between them instead of the bridge hands warm, caressing, on his back and the small, momentary sense of a kiss returned But But then Those same hands pushed him back Forcefully Away And the engineer knew in that moment that he’d stepped out too far he looked down and saw the small pool of his last dregs nothing but a puddle on the floor beneath his angel’s feet Well not his angel not anymore The bridge collapsed fell away and Crowley fell too but this time there was no one to catch him

[siaillustrations]

He was still light, even as he fell

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[rbarrysncream]

Crowley falling?

DO NOT FEED TO AI.

Been wanting to draw my version of the fall for a while now, thank you for giving me an excuse to.

Was mainly inspired by Witold Pruszkowski's appropriately named, Falling Star, 1884.

Might go back and futz around with it some more later, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out so far.