#twst divus crewel

[oepionie]

—"GOTTA ESCAPE THE VOID." overblot mc!

SYNOPSIS: The Ramshackle prefect has a reputation for frequently encountering fatal magical mishaps. And when a magical accident involving Crowley almost kills them, Crewel resolves to take matters into his own hands. But it appears that his impulsive decisions cause the prefect to reach their limit and go off the rails.

⊹ [ cw ] — heavy warnings, please read before you proceed. arguments with father, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of blood, protective parent, thoughts of offing self (only once), overblot mc!, miscommunication w friends, crying, physical fights ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — angst! gender neutral reader, crewel really embodies the 'cruel' in 'cruella', ace gets mad at you :(, deuce tries to comfort you through it all, crowley feels guilt (wow), crewel is vry vry angry and punches crowley, crewel has a mother gothel moment<3◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 2.5k+◞ | 🦇masterlist◞

YOUR VISION WAS NOTHING, but a myriad of colorful blurs and shapes. Muffled voices spoke to you, but everything was practically just incomprehensible, panicked babbling. The heavy pressure of metal was pressed up against your windpipe, restraining your breath as it wound tighter and tighter. Though, a few seconds later, it vanished as if it had never existed, bursting into bright magical sparks.

The gush and pool of blood surrounds your dirtied, tangled mess of hair, a dark scarlet seeping into the knotted strands. Kneeling before your body, Crowley felt his heart skid to a stop. The sight of your fatigued form writhing around the ground tore at his chest, claws of guilt digging in deep and dragging across thick tissue.

"Prefect…Can you hear me?" The crow murmurs, clawed hands pressing against the side of your pounding head as he guides it to rest atop his lap. Vibrant blooms of red stain the dark fabric of his pants, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Dad…it hurts s'much." You slur in hushed tones, your eyes wringing shut from the pain. That was enough for Crowley to put his arms around you.

He shielded your body with his torso, hands clawing at your back as he wracks his mind of what to do next. Hastily turning round, he shifts his gaze to the surrounding students, all of them looking equally mortified.

"What are you standing around there for?! Call the nurse!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Drip. Drip

The pungent smell of alcohol and medication fill your senses as you groggily blink awake.

The familiar creaky wood of Ramshackle's ceiling greets you as you pull yourself from dreamland. Looking over both sides of your bed, you smile once you see both Deuce and Ace seated on a nearby couch. Both of them were quick to jump up and approach you, fussing over your bedridden form.

"Thank Sevens." Deuce murmurs, tenderly combing your damp hair back. You roll your head to the side to face him, but wince at the sudden throb of pain in your spine. Ace darts over and hushes you, gently repositioning your head to face front once more, making sure your neck was supported by a pillow. "Hey…It'd be great if you don't move so much…"

“Right. Makes sense. 'Nways…how bad was my injury?” You mutter, your recollections of the past event still foggy. All you could remember was that Crowley had fired a spell, and you somehow got into the crossfire.

“Fucking horrible.” Ace scoffs, looking at you sternly.

"Yeah, take it easy for a bit. The injury was…pretty serious. It was a miracle that the spell missed your head by a thread…" Deuce murmurs as he presses a gentle hand on your bandaged forehead.

Strands of blueberry hair fall loosely at the sides of his face as he stares down at you with worry. "You were out for three days."

"Ah…well—you know, me and my dumb non-magical ass. Always getting into trouble," you giggle, a cheery grin stretching over your cracked lips. Though it rapidly drops when you realize your two friends aren't laughing with you.

Ace shifts his gaze to the floor, hands clasped into a fist. "You're not dumb, prefect…"

"Well—I kinda am," You snort, tugging the blanket closer to your chilly form. "I really have to stop being around the old man's magic shows."

Unconvinced, Ace only shakes his head and scoffs at your jokes. The ginger reclines back into his chair, hands vigorously tugging and pulling at his hair. "You aren't. The real issue here is that deadbeat crow. I mean...hasn't he learnt anythin' from last time? What kind of idiot treats his child—"

"It wasn't his fault, Ace." Pushing yourself off the bed, you immediately interrupt him, voice stern as you rush to defend Crowley. "He didn't mean it. I got in the path of his magic. And—I'm pretty sure he's already beating himself up over this."

Sinking back into the bed, you clasp both your hands together. "It wasn't his fault. Sure, he's reckless and all but…but he's still my dad."

Silence washes over your room.

Ace was visibly frustrated, the blunt tips of his nails dug deep into his skin, nearly piercing past skin. With a final scoff, he stands from his chair and quietly excuses himself from the room.

The door slams shut with a blaring bang as both you and Deuce were left alone.

Sighing, the freshman takes your trembling hand in his, clasping it tight as his body temperature warms the cool skin. He draws your right arm up to press your palm against his cheek, eyes looking deep into yours.

"Professor Crewel is pissed," Deuce whispers as you trace gentle circles on his skin. A pair of shaky cyan eyes meets your concerned ones. "He was planning to—"

Deuce's mouth parted open and close and yet he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. You cast a questioning glance his way, but Deuce shakes his head, disregarding your questions.

"…nothing."

Surprise washes over you as you stare down at Deuce's hunched over form. It…wasn't like your friends to be so dismissive.

You, Ace, and Deuce had always been good friends. Sure you had your differences but you always communicated openly with one another. Nobody has ever been this...secretive.

Just…what was happening?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sickening crack of a bone echoes through the faculty room as the rough knuckle of Crewel's fist connects with Crowley's face. The headmaster reels, mask flying off as his hands fly to his bloodied nose.

Everyone in the vicinity quieted as the only noise heard was the potionology professor's labored breathing.

Then, without hesitation, Crewel surges forward. Loud commotion and screaming could be heard in the meeting room as everyone quickly circles around the two. A couple of hands seize Crewel by the arms, but the professor only grows more agitated, attempting to fight past the herd.

"Let me go!" Crewel roars, tugging his arm free as he attempts to swing a fist at the headmaster. "Dire! This is your fucking fault!"

"Divus! Calm yourself!" Trein scolds, arms locked tight around the man's torso. A few more pairs of hands restrain the professor as he is forcibly pushed down onto a couch.

His face was the epitome of unrepressed rage: With his cheeks drawn back in a deep sneer, eyes bloodshot red, and hair a knotted mess.

Trein stands before the younger man, looking down at him with disgust. "Have you no shame? What will the prefect think once they hear of this?"

Across the room, Crowley spits out a little blood, blinking fresh tears out of his eyes. For the last three days, the crow has been suppressing all of its emotions; however, all of a sudden, he is overcome with an unfettered and unhindered flood of shame and rage.

When the headmaster finally turned around, he fixed Crewel with an expression so scathing that the potionology professor felt compelled to charge at him again.

Once, coldly, sharply, and bitterly, Crowley laughed. "It's my fault, you say? You think I don't know that?"

"Oh please—Dire. I couldn't care less about what you think." Crewel seethes, venom practically dripping from his lips. The alchemy professor strides forward, heels clicking against the floor as he grabs Crowley by the collar.

"You're a failure of a father. All you've ever brought their way is danger." The professor cackles kicking the crow's skin.

Digging deep into his red handbag, Crewel snatches out papers and jams it into Crowley's chest. The crow unravels the creased pages to read the text on the document, eyes ripping wide open as he realizes what it was.

"You…can't possibly." The headmaster sputters, hands shaking as he reads the texts again and again.

"Oh, but I can." Crewel sneers, taking pleasure in the look of fear Crowley sends his way. He snaps around, coat billowing up behind him as he briskly walks towards the entryway. "I expect those papers to be signed by tonight."

Before walking out of the room, Crewel spares the headmaster one final glance. "The prefect departs this Monday."

Days after the event were all followed by violent storms that appeared to go on forever. Every night and day, the rain endlessly poured down from the bitter grey skies and roars of thunder echoed through the dewy clouds. Some days, it was nearly impossible to go to school.

It was almost as though Mother Nature herself was upset.

Just like how everyone was.

Crowley and your other friends shunned you like you had the plague. Even bright Kalim greeted you with a deep frown, a flimsy excuse slipping off his lips as he ran away. Only Deuce stayed by your side through it all.

The blueberry had told you everything was alright—that everything was normal and fine— but you couldn't help but be skeptical.

So when Crewel came to visit, you welcomed him right in. Eager to hear what he has to say.

The clatter and click of your father's heeled boots echoed through the walls of the dormitory as he examined the premises, comparing it to his own much more lavish flat back home in the city.

Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes. his gaze flitted over to your bedridden form.

And the words he utters out next shatter your entire being.

"I'm withdrawing you from NRC."

What.

The glass clasped in your bandaged hands slips from your grip, smashing onto the oak wood of Ramshackle's flooring. You raise your mortified gaze to scowl at your professor, jaw dropped open in shock.

"What?" you breathlessly utter. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm transferring you to another school." Crewel replies, pushing himself off the fireplace and slipping his thick fur coat off his shoulders. The scant light emitted by the candles atop your study table did nothing to help you navigate his form as he strode around your bedroom.

"Now. You might be asking why? For one, look at the…accommodations Dire provided you with."

Crewel kicks a piece of splintered bark aside while making a gesture towards the disorder and wreckage all around you.

In the evenings, you had to use candles because the ceiling lights seldom ever functioned. The flooring had so many tears and holes that they were virtually falling apart. On occasion, you could even see the scuffle of rats beneath. The roof leaked, horribly; You had no money to fix it so you placed a bucket below instead. The front door was broken, barely hanging on its hinges, evidence of all the times your friends visited and never bothered to knock.

All of these problems and so many more were present, but this dorm was with you since the very start. It provided you with a roof over your head…it helped you survive.

"So what?" You retort, leaning back into your bed and sinking deep into the scratchy yet familiar pillows. "I don't mind it!"

"A foolish decision." Crewel sneers, running a hand into his hair. "Your accommodations aren't the only problem. Your self-destructive habits endanger you as well!"

There it was.

Groaning, you wring your hands through your hair, tangling it up. "When are you gonna stop saying that I'm self-destructive!?"

"When you start acting like somebody that actually cares about their life!" Crewel barks out, hands grasping your shoulders. The sudden increase in volume makes you recoil, but you were stubborn and refused to give in just yet.

"But I do care about my life!" You sputter out. "Why can't you just—"

"Remember what happened when Rosehearts overblotted?" He reminds you, "You charged towards a bloodthirsty tyrant with no protection, no magic, and no plan." Crewel then crosses his arms over his chest, addressing you with a pointed glare. "And you have the nerve to tell me you're not self destructive?"

"Riddle is not a tyrant!" Crying out, you slam your hand against your bedsheets, face twisting into an unsightly sneer. "I was trying to save my friend!"

Crewel gets right in your face, returning the expression of anger you sent his way. "Those friends of yours only care about you when you're useful!" he thundered, jabbing a finger into your chest.

That comment immediately silenced you.

Your hand was clasped over your mouth, jaw dropped wide open in disbelief as a sharp gasp escapes your dry throat.

A poisonous and dangerously harmful feeling gripped at whatever remnant the professor had of a heart. It colored his thoughts with regret as he began to feel a twinge of guilt, the weight of words sinking in.

There was a deep sigh of resignation from Crewel before he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes, voice lowering to a softer lilt. "Why is it that every other person in that dorm had the sense to run away from the blots, but you didn't?"

Kneeling down, your father gazed at you with such vulnerability in his eyes as he murmurs, "Do you know how terrified I was every time I'd get the same message from Dire that you were out fighting overblots again? Putting your life at risk for those rabid dogs?"

The recognition of your destructive habits hit you like a splash of ice cold water. With a guilty and uncomfortable grimace on your face, you averted your attention to the floor. "I just wanted to help."

Slowly rising to his feet again, Crewel casts a deep frown your way. "I know you do, but you're careless with your life and if you're not careful…one of these days, you're gonna die."

"I will not hear anymore disagreements about this, do you hear? I've allowed you to run rampant around these past few months. You will so as I say and I'll have you transferred by the end of this week." He says simply, dropping a pristine sheet of paper clasped in a clipboard before you. Your dull eyes flicker across the title as you grudgingly reach for the pen he offers you.

TRANSFER APPLICATION.

That blank line at the end of the page is swiftly covered by your shaky red signature and Crewel is powerless to stop the relieved sigh that heaves past his lips.

A surge of victory, certainty, and an intense sense of relief overpowers the tangled and conflicting sentiments of guilt that were swimming through his chest.

You were safe, that's all that matters.

With a grieving heart, you nudge the pen and page back to your father dismissively, placing them both atop the bed. Crewel re-rolled the page and tucked it back into his handbag along with the pen.

The professor raises a hand to gently pat your shoulders as he bends down, pressing a kiss atop your head. "Father knows best."

As Crewel quietly takes his leave, he is none the wiser to the formation of impure, tainted tar-like blot dripping from your tears. Curling in yourself, you tuck your head into your knees, a broken sob spilling from your lips.

A sick and twisted feeling arises in your heart as you replay the argument you had with Crewel, and you start to wish that maybe, just maybe, Crowley's spell had succeeded in striking you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Oi…Henchhuman?"

Drip.

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[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu meeting crewel in class for the first time:

Ace: WHY'D YOU RUN OUT OF CLASS LIKE THAT!?

Epel: YEAH, YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: *looking at ace and epel like they just grew 2 heads*

Ace, Epel:?????

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: you mean to tell me, you don't see a problem with the teacher!?

Ace: HUH?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: NAH, DON'T YOU ACT DUMB ON ME NOW LIKE ALWAYS

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: BC WHY IN THE WHATEVER WORLD THIS IS DOES HE HAS A F*CKING WHIP!?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: WHY!? TELL ME THAT ISNT WEIRD I DARE YOU!!

Ace: ....

Epel: ...ya know, now that I think about it-

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[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#540 Caught

Crowley: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you're not exactly a bastion of civil obedience, are you?

Yuu*tagging all of Crowley's possessions 'Giving-HEAD-Mage BITCH'* What was your first clue?~

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[wolken-himmel]

In which Crewel and Crowley turn into a dog and a crow respectively.

Thus poor (Y/n), who has to take care of them now, gets two overbearing bodyguards.

Idea by anon.

"Headmaster Crowley should be banned from the laboratories!"

Your face was as red as a tomato as you stood in the middle of an alchemy classroom, still surrounded by a sheen smoke that slowly escaped through the windows. The disappearing mist revealed the silhouettes of two animals — a dog and a crow; in their place, your two bickering professors had stood just a few moments prior.

Grim shared the blank panic written all over your face. "Oh, woe is us, henchhuman!" he cried out and clung to your sleeve once the dog started trotting towards the two of you. The crow, too, took off, only to land on top of your head happily. Once Grim had made sure that he was safe, he exhaled and patted your hand comfortingly. "But fret not, you can do this. Sorry, I'm not good with consoling people when I'm hungry..."

You nodded slowly, the anger on your face slowly morphing into acceptance when the dalmatian rubbed his snout into your other palm. The way his shimmering eyes bore into yours gave you courage that you didn't think you could muster. "Yeah, I can do this..." you muttered under your breath while gently petting the dog. "I already have you as a pet, Grim. How worse can these two be?" An ironic chuckle escaped your lips.

"Hey! I'm not a pet!" Grim yelled, offended. "You got it all wrong. You are my servant, (Y/n)."

Doing your best to ignore him and his shrill voice, you turned away and grabbed the crow from your head that was in the process of building a nest up there. The black-feathered bird let out a playful caw as you stared him down in concentration. "Hmm... you're both adults... you, Headmaster Crowley, not so much..." The crow cried out in disagreement when your gaze shifted to the dog. "But hey, Professor Crewel will be easy to manage, right?"

Sadly for you, you couldn't have been more wrong.

°°°

"Professor, leave poor Ace be!" you screamed out at the top of your lungs while doing your best to hold onto the leather leash.

The dog bound to the leash wouldn't stop his attempts of attacking Ace, who by then had scurried over to a tree and climbed it with the grace of a squirrel. His eyes were wide in horror, and his face contorted into a grimace whenever the dalmatian began barking.

"By the Great Seven, get ahold of your vicious dog, (Y/n)!" Ace yelled out in panic. "What if it has rabies?"

That caused the anger of the dog to worsen again after you had managed to calm him down with head-rubs. As stubborn as he was in the beginning, the dog ripped the leash right out of your hand and sprinted towards the tree. Ace let out a frightened shriek, but luckily was able to pull his leg up just in time to avoid being bitten or grabbed.

Only when you threw yourself on the dog and tightly wrapped your arms around him in a calming embrace did he actually grow quiet again. Once that was dealt with, you turned your attention to your frightened friend. "Excuse me? Of course Professor Crewel—" Your cheeks grew red as you caught yourself about to reveal something you shouldn't. "I mean..." you corrected yourself, "Crewie is as healthy as he could be."

"Crewie?" Ace raised an eyebrow as he climbed down again. "You named your dalmatian after our stinky alchemy professor?"

At once, the dog began barking and growling again.

Your hand frantically ran up and down the dalmatian's neck in order to prevent a bloody accident from happening. "W-Watch out what you're saying, Ace!" you cried out in frustration.

"Why? The dog doesn't understand me, anyway..."

Right then and there, another figure approached the three of you. You craned your neck in order to look past Ace; that way, you found Deuce coming closer towards you. Your heart fell in horror, not wanting another friend of yours to be potentially at risk.

"Oh, hello (Y/n). I've been searching for you," Deuce said shyly and shot you an awkward wave. You returned the gesture with a nervous smile while clutching onto the aggressive dog for dear life. Deuce opened his mouth, about to say something, but stopped in the middle of his sentence. His eyes trained on your hair, he tilted his head to the side. "But wait, you got a leaf stuck in your hair."

"Really?" you asked while frantically running your hand through your hair. "Uh, autumn strikes again..."

"Let me remove it for you—" Deuce offered and stepped closer.

You could feel the dog growing angry again the closer your friend came towards the two of you. It was then that you realised the reason for the dog's aggressiveness.

Just like his human-self, Crewel was trying to protect you from boys...

Gulping down the fear that dried out your throat, you carefully began, "Uh... I'm not sure—" Sadly, you were interrupted when, in a moment of surprise, the dog shook you off and leapt at your blue-haired friend.

Promptly, Deuce fell onto his bum with the dog on top of him, the animal busy swinging his paws at the student. Luckily, no claws were involved, and it seemed like the dog merely pulled this stunt as a warning.

"What?" Ace yelled out in anger. "Get your aggressive dog off of Deuce!"

A frustrated frown on your face, you jumped forward and grabbed the dog by his collar. "I'm so sorry, Deuce..." you cried out while detaining the dog. As Ace helped Deuce to his feet again, you turned your attention to the dalmatian and shot him a reprimanding glare. "What's gotten into you, Crewie..."

And indeed, the disappointment in your eyes made the dog shrink into itself in shame. A soft whimper escaped his maw.

"Uh Deuce, is that your food over there?" Ace asked nervously while dusting the dry soil off the victim's jacket. The red-head's gaze drifted over to the bench where a bento box lay, but his friend seemed too deep in thought to notice.

Deuce smiled proudly, already having forgotten about the assault just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, I made it with Trey today. I brought a few leftovers for (Y/n)," he explained while fidgeting with his hands.

Your stern eyes softened at his words. "Oh, you're such a darling, Deuce..."

The dalmatian narrowed his eyes, but didn't act upon the anger that overwhelmed him.

Deuce shyly averted his gaze from yours, an awkward smile appearing on his face as he did so. "W-Well, if you say so..." he trailed off with a red face.

"Uhm..." Ace interrupted the sweet moment. "I think you should know that a crow is eating your food right about now."

Deuce snapped around at once. "What!?" And indeed, the food he had spent hours preparing sat sprawled out all over the bench, a certain crow picking at the food with his beak. Deuce's eyes fell in sadness, and he could barely stutter out, "But I spent so much time and effort on this..."

"Crowie, bad crow!" you yelled, which startled the bird. His golden eyes bore into yours sheepishly, and he immediately flew over to you. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" He rubbed his head into your palm innocently, crooning soft and ingenuine apologise.

Ace raised an eyebrow. "Your pets' names are overwhelmingly creative, (Y/n)."

"I... I... So it was all for nothing?" Deuce was at the end of his wits. His face grew red in fury, and his hands turned into fists. A low growl escaped his lips as he glared at the crow on your shoulder. By then, he looked just the dog in your arms in terms of anger and aggressiveness.

Your smile adopting a nervous twinge, you exclaimed, "Oh, Deuce... don't be sad— or angry, please." His eyes turned to you, and you mustered the most grateful smile you could. "I appreciate the gesture, I really do..."

You rose to your feet, now that the dog was busy fighting and arguing with the crow. As they cawed and barked at one another, you walked over to Deuce and put a hand on his shoulder, tightly squeezing it.

His tense body loosened up at your words, and his anger turned into disappointment. "I just wanted to cheer you up. You've been so stressed out all day."

"You did cheer me up." Instinctively, you shot forward and wrapped your arms around him. He tensed, and his head looked like it was about to explode. "It worked, Deuce," you murmured and put your head on his shoulder.

Sadly for you, the adorable moment was destroyed when Deuce was ripped away from you rather harshly. The wind was knocked out of your lungs, and upon second glance, you realised that the dog had assaulted the poor boy again — and this time, the crow joined in as well.

Your eyes grew large: Crewel and Crowley working together for once? What a miracle. Yet, you rolled your eyes upon realising that it was for the sake of protecting you from boys; such overprotective parental figures they were... The thought caused your lips to pull up into an amused smile.

It took Ace's yelling and screaming to snap you out of your trance. "Get that crow and dog off my buddy, (Y/n)!"

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "No, I'm not buying you that."

Pairing: Divus Crewel and GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu (familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: None

AN: I want Crewel to terrorise Crowley into giving Yuu everything they need and want, so this is my contribution to the agenda lmao. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it just as much! ^^

"What's next on our list, pup?"

Divus Crewel's voice was crisp and clear as he spoke to you. The two of you had been out shopping, now that the winter holidays had started. Even though Night Raven College was officially out for the holidays, Crewel would often visit the college to check up on the various plants in the greenhouse (and on you).

"Sweaters," you hummed, following him around with bags containing everything you had bought so far. Crewel had a soft spot for you, and it showed with how adamant he was about you and Grim celebrating the holidays properly.

He had told you that it was a unanimous decision of the entire staff of Night Raven College to have any and all expenses incurred by you during the winter break to be taken up by the institution (read: Crowley) as thanks for all that you did, from being Crowley's unofficial assistant, to the numerous overblots you fought and by extension, the students you saved.

You went along with it, because hey, who would look a gift horse in the mouth? Especially when the horse was delivered by a surprisingly triumphant-looking Divus Crewel.

The professor walked slightly ahead of you, your next destination already in his mind. You lagged behind, eyes wandering here and there as you took in the sights of the town decorated for the winter.

Wandering eyes soon fell on a pair of sweaters displayed on the windows of one of the stores. The sweater was red, with the most tacky green tinsel wrapped around it in a manner that reminded you of Christmas trees. Small LED lights peeped out from between the plastic strands of tinsel, their light reflected on the baubles that decorated the sweater. The one next to it was an identical, but smaller version of it that seemed like it would fit a child. Twisted Wonderland had its own ugly sweater tradition, it seemed.

"Pup?" Professor Crewel placed his hand on your shoulder, breaking your staring contest with the golden baubles on the sweater. His gaze followed yours, and he raised an eyebrow at seeing what you had been so intrigued by.

"Can we get that?" You asked him, peering at him with the sweetest puppy dog eyes you could muster. Some things were just so ugly that they were cute, and this pair of sweaters was most certainly that. You wanted, no, needed to see Grim in the smaller version.

"No, I am not buying you that," Crewel hummed, eyebrows drawn into a frown as he looked from your pleading expression to the sweater on display.

"Why not?"

"(Name), I could make you a sweater much better than that."

"I know, but that's not what I want. I want those sweaters, please?" you blinked, and Crewel narrowed his eyes at you.

After a few moments of you defiantly tugging on his coat, he relented. He gave you a look which clearly showed his reluctance, but finally nodded his head in the direction of the door to the shop, permission silently given. You beamed at him before skipping into the shop, while all Crewel could do was shake his head as he followed you.

Oh well, Crowley was the one paying for it anyways.

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[prince-kallisto]

Crowley’s Special Lesson Themes Analysis

HELPPPPPPPP OMGGGGGGG WTF

Okay okay okay, first of all, I’m really flattered when some of y’all say I’m perceptive and such due to my theories, but tell me why I literally JUST realized that the lesson theme changes when Crowley drops in for a Special Lesson?!?!? 😭😭😭😭 L Kallisto moment. -100 perception.

Im not kidding I was literally so focused on Crowley’s chibi form that I never noticed that the music changed when Special Lessons were activated 💀 Self-roasting aside, I immediately went to search up the OSTs for Special Lessons. A huge thank you to this user on YouTube. I compiled the three videos just for my personal reference, but I highly recommend to listen to these songs they’re such a bop!!! 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

I find it really fascinating that the “Dire Crowley” theme (the song that plays when you first open the game) is very foreboding, but the Special Lesson songs are rather flamboyant. Maybe I’m just hearing it wrong, but I like how a ringing bell-like sound can be heard in the Special Lessons songs. It seems like the passage of time through bells is a shared motif in Crowley’s songs? It could also be a reference to school bells.

I have a theory that these Special Lesson theme songs represent Crowley’s relationship and dynamic with each of the staff members. I separated each song into their different section to talk about, including their bpm/tempo, just because I think the details put into these songs as amazing! Note, I don’t know much about music and instruments haha, so please correct or feel free to elaborate on any information ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

Alchemy Special Lesson BGM (Crewel)

-100 bpm, Allegretto, and in D minor. Allegretto is lively, but it must be executed with a sense of restraint, elegance, and precision. It is not like Allegro, which tends to be happy and upbeat. Allegretto is quite literally “less than Allegro,” so it’s restrained. D minor is a key that is often related to feelings of desperation or distress, which is fitting for Crewel’s students. Although don’t take anything I say about the keys too literally (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) “Major=Happy, Minor=Sad” is a gross oversimplification of keys, and a song can represent any emotion regardless the key it’s in. However, I think it’s worth mentioning because keys are still chosen purposefully to guide the listener to an interpretation of the music! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

-This is honestly one of my favorite songs from the game. I am LIVING for the doublebass in the background. It’s so jaunty and lively despite its deceptively simple sound. It keeps the tempo very well, I love it

-I relistened to the “Cruella De Vil” song that Roger sings in 101 Dalmatians, and it’s what gave me the idea that Crowley combines his theme with the individual teachers. This song has a elegant yet foreboding vibe to it, much like Roger says about Cruella: “she’s like a spider waiting for the kill.” If you listen to instrumental versions of this song, I feel like the vibe is there

-The Alchemy song feels a bit tense, especially near the end, where is feels like the instruments are fighting for attention and overlapping each other. Although Crowley and Crewel are both (SEEMINGLY) classy and get along surprisingly well in canon, both of their “teacher modes” are very intense. E.g Crewel with the whole pup thing, and Crowley just being unreasonable over all haha. Perhaps it is why Crewel and Crowley very rarely are on screen together? For both Crewel and Crowley to be present in a Special Lesson must be very stressful for the students, with Crewel being strict and demanding and Crowley just being nosy haha.

-Their relationship fascinates me, as they both seem to respect each other a lot. For Crowley, it makes sense, as he generally speaks favorably of the other staff members. But Crewel is rather critical of both Vargas and Trein, so why is he so tolerant of Crowley’s rather unreasonable behavior? Crewel seems to respect him and consider him to be kind, even though it’s obvious Crowley is not. And like I said, they don’t interact a lot in canon, and they mostly do when the other staff members are there too, so there’s very little time of them talking to each other specifically. But then it made me think how crows/ravens and wolves have a mutually beneficial relationship in the wild, with crows leading wolves to possible prey, and the crows feeding on the carcass once the wolves make the kill and eat their portion of the prey. Research has even discovered that ravens have close bonds with specific wolves in a pack, and often play tug-a-war with wolf puppies with sticks. Thus, ravens are often referred to as “wolf birds.” Due to this, some crows and ravens get along with bigger dogs too, as crows/ravens tend to like canines. So perhaps Crowley and Crewel’s positive relationship is a reference to this, and how they may just instinctually like each other? 🤔 Because I cannot think of a reference from the 101 Dalmatians, Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty to be made here with these two characters.

-So going back to how the instruments seem to be fighting each other in the end, perhaps it represents how differing Crowley and Crewel’s personalities and teaching methods are. Crowley is strict when necessary, but he’s far more tolerant with student antics and often acts even more immature than the students sometimes and allows fights/conflicts for the students “personal growth,” whereas Crewel has this intensity and energy with the students at all times, never wanting them to be out of line in any matter at all. Like the clash of their hands-off and hands-on methods, but at the end of the day, they’re both rather strict and it’s unfortunate when the students have to deal with them at the same time haha! In their Alchemy Special Lesson voice lines, both Jack and Rook express how intense the room gets, and Room saying HE feels like the prey now. Several other students say how they feel a chill in the air during Alchemy special lessons, with even Floyd saying he gets the “heebie-jeebies.”

History Special Lesson BGM (Trein)

-100 bpm, Allegretto, and in F major. Allegretto is a common tempo in classical music, alongside Allegro and Adante, so it’s fitting that Alchemy and History follow suit. Ernst Pauer describes F major to express peace and joy, but to have an underlying passing regret and melancholy. I could think of few possible “passing regrets,” with Trein in particular with the passing of his wife, whom he remembers fondly and has many habits in her memory. And of course, History in general causes many regrets.

-After listening to this one, I immediately went to go listen to the BGMs from Briar Valley in Book 7 lmaooo…I find it interesting how prominent wind instruments are shared between these songs, but I need to analyze further before I can say something more definitive 🏃‍♂️ It is interesting how the History Special Leason theme has this whimsical and fantastical feel to it- it’s very fitting.

-On this note, the middle-ish section of the song reminds me a bit of a marching band! Which is. Interesting considering it’s military origins 👀but maybe I have to admit that this is a stretch haha…something to think about though when I analyze Book 7’s music in the future.

-I’m really in love with the “call and response” theme they have with the woodwind instruments (clarinet and piccolo?? I’m apologize if that’s inaccurate, I don’t know much about woodwind instruments 😭 I listened to samples and just made my best guess,,,) clarinet plays a melody and a piccolo responds and repeats the same sound. Not to be dramatic af, but it lowkey sounds like a pair of songbirds who are courting each other, which makes me sad because I’m not normal over my silly Crowley theories🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ When courting, a songbird “sings”so the other bird they are courting can respond. If the courting is successful, the pair duets the same tune, which is exactly what the piccolo and flute are doing. Crowley x Trein is real… (I’m kidding HELP). It goes to show that even though Trein scolds Crowley a lot, they clearly have some faith in each other, especially in Book 6 when Crowley assigns Trein as temporary Headmage. This “call and response” is a representation of this faith, with one calling, and the other responding when it’s necessary.

-Or if you’re ridiculous like me, it’s sad in context because Crowley is an isolated character, despite all the pairs of raven statues around the school haha!

-Interestingly enough, this is the one song out of the Alchemy and Flight themes that does not have a the “ringing bell” I was talking about. Interesting this is missing in the History class, as if time is not relevant/time has stopped. Or perhaps how sense it’s history, we are not at the “present” time.

-Overall, this song feels far more harmonious than the Alchemy song. I think it goes to show how genuinely dedicated Trein is about the study of History, given he’s done fieldwork in the past. Trein is able to keep Crowley relatively in line just like the students, so the song flows smoothly.

Flight Special Lesson BGM (Vargas)

-140 bpm, Vivace, and in A minor. Vivace means brisk, lively, which signals to the musicians to play with spirit and energy. This tempo is AMAZING, because Crewel and Trein’s were both at 100 bpm, right? But this song is at 140 bpm. It gives a dynamic sense of movement and vigor to the song. At this beat, it’s known that it may make some listeners feel restless, due to the beat being faster than a resting heartbeat range. It was an incredible choice for the Flight lessons with Vargas, as it is a gym/workout class! 140 bpm falls comfortably in aerobic exercises heart rate range, especially since where referring to teenage boys. Haha this may be obvious in music theory/composition, but I thought it was cool! (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

-I was surprised by this one, for how prominent the electric guitar is instead of the orchestra at the start of the song! Crewel and Trein go along with the orchestral theme rather well, making it a strong highlight of their respective songs. Compared to the other themes, the guitar feels overbearing. It’s very fitting for Vargas’ personality, for as we see in the special voice lines, Vargas is a bit much even for Crowley

-However, strangely enough it works, as the ending portion combines everything quite well. Vargas is one the staff members who I think has the most positive opinion about Crowley. Although Vargas is overbearing, he and Crowley get along really well. In events like Beanfest, they share an equally concerning enthusiasm of the sport of it all. They seem to have a lot together sharing their predictions and ideas for Beanfest, and Spelldrive is also a shared interest of theirs. Funnily enough, I think Vargas of all people is able to take Crowley’s antics more in stride than the other staff members, and vice versa.

-This song ends in a particularly exuberant manner. It goes to show how excitable both Crowley and Vargas be, and how they have high hopes for their students. Yes, they’re a bit much, but there’s a genuine liveliness they both share. Crowley even plays along with Vargas’ strange ideas, like how in an Unified Exam voice line, Crowley thinks that Vargas’ idea of making the student uniforms with heavier fabric to “build muscles” is a genius idea and he wants to look into it more.

-So perhaps this song deviates a little bit more from the classical themes to represent the antics these two have compared with the other teachers?

Did I overthink these theme songs WAY too much? YES LMAO 😭😭😭 But I am so genuinely surprised at how the different Special Lesson themes were made for each class. You would think that the song would be the same, since Special Lessons are rare and last for a short amount of time. It is why I have these little notes about each song, because if the time was spent to craft unique songs, I feel like there is a purpose and thought put behind it? Hmm, I’d like to study more about music to articulate my thoughts better, because I am very interested in Twisted Wonderland’s songs, and I know very little about music!

Edit: the brilliant and lovely @snakevsnis (💞) also sent me a brilliant interpretation that Crowley may also just be the type to “mimic” the personalities of the people around him, especially based on their habits to blend in. I love this idea! It makes me think how Crowley’s immaturity becomes far more rampant when he’s around the students. He’s even a character with a generous voice range, e.g his deep, serious voice in the opening prologue, versus any other time when he’s silly. It’s to the point where his “true” personality is currently ambiguous, as it tends to shift quite a bit. So yeah, I think these BGMs could be representation of this!!

Anyway if the Alchemy special lesson theme song doesn’t get played at my wedding, what’s even the point anymore. L spouse, L wedding, I’m ditching it immediately and running away into the night, taking all the gifts and money with me so I can finally buy a Crowley plushie (things perfectly sane people say)

#if you’re on mobile you may have to actually click the video to hear it! #the alchemy. history. and flight special lesson songs were compiled into this one video #just in case there’s any confusion! haha I’ve never uploaded a longer video like this #so just to be safe 👍 #twisted wonderland #twst #twst analysis #twst theory #twst dire Crowley #twst Crowley #dire Crowley #twst Vargas #twst Ashton Vargas #twst crewel #twst Divus crewel #twst Trein #twst mozus trein #twst special lesson #twst BGM #kallistopost #Youtube

[saatorubby]

Family

Summery: you have a baking day with your professor-turned-dad.

Parings: divus crewel x reader (platonic)

A/n: yes I am back with my dad crewel found family trope.

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral

"That is not how you do it, pup." Divus narrowed his eyes and took the dough from your hand. He gently removes the dough stuck on the hand and the fingers and puts it back on the service place.

You've been baking with your profess- dad now that you've officially been adopted. And trying to make doughnuts for your first time wasn't the smartest move. The dough was everywhere, your hands, your clothes, your face, on your neck? Somehow.

Divus expertly kneads through it, with skill only acquired with years of practise while you watch him with awe.

He adds an adequate amount of oil, so it doesn't stick and starts kneading again. While trying to wipe a hair that fell in front of his eyes he accidentally gets the, now much-stiffened batter gets on his forehead making him scrunch his nose in disgust.

You laugh at his misery and it only gets harder when you meet his half-hearted glare, only to be replaced by a small chuckle that makes its ways onto his lips.

Both of you laugh and you feel a weight lifted off your shoulder that finally, finally, you have a family in this world, something that you've craved since you stepped first into this world.

Sure you had your cute little cat (he still insists that he's a monster) to keep you company, but you are the one who has to take care of both of you. It feels nice to be pampered once in a while.

"You sure you can keep doing that?" You gave him a teasing smile.

"No, puppy, I don't think I want to ruin my clothes or worse, my hair and skin." He gives one final laugh and steers you out of the kitchen and orders the doughnuts from a nearby bakery that quickly became both of your go-to.

When you enter the living room, both of you are immediately greeted by an army of dogs that divus has adopted over the years (all of them dalmatians) and an odd one out, a blue coloured fire-for-ears monster.

You sit on the couch surrounded by your doggies while grim lazily claim his spot on your lap, falling asleep instantly. You giggle and pat him on the head, making him purr.

Divus puts on a movie, your favourite, you note. You happily pull your dad for cuddles until your treats arrive.

When movie ends divus's hearts feels weirdly warm when he sees you cuddled up with the dogs and grim(and himself), sleeping peacefully with a small smile on your face.

He may not say it out loud, but he loves his family very much.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst divus crewel #twst divus #divus crewel x reader #divus crewel #dad!divus crewel #twst x read #nrc staff #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x gn reader #gn!reader #gn!mc

[tartppola]

crewbies anon are you out there somewhere

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst divus crewel #twst crewel #divus crewel x reader #crewel x reader #twst meme #twst incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland meme #twisted wonderland edit #i got paid to do this btw

[kimbap-r0ll]

Crewel, rook, Idia, Crowley and malleus (seperately ) with a reader who has a high pain tolerance

Like the reader can feel pain but they ignore it or doesn’t bother them

Fluff plz

Hello, thank you for the ask! It was a bit hard for me to figure out how to make this into a fluff ;-;

Crewel, Rook, Idia, Crowley, Malleus x high pain tolerance!reader

Crewel

He doesn't mind it, honestly he would've never known about it unless he saw you holding something super hot while doing a lab experiment

He does worry about you from time to time, making sure to check on you to make sure you aren't injured too badly

If anyone decides to harm you though, Crewel will definitely step in and make sure to teach them a lesson

I feel like he would scold you for not taking care of yourself but he does this while bandaging any burns or scars you may get from injuries. He's sort of like a parent haha

Rook

I feel like he too won't really see anything wrong with you having a high pain tolerance. You two can do more physical activities though, maybe you guys can go hunting together

He will step in if someone else hurts you, no matter how much you say it wasn't that bad or so

Rook also knows exactly where you got hurt and how too (how scary lol). He also knows exactly how to treat it

Though Rook knows you have a high pain tolerance, he reminds you to take care of yourself and will often softly brush his fingertips against any of the parts that he bandaged

Idia

Um, are you okay? He gets worried over you even if you say nothing's hurting

He's too scared to interfere whenever you get hurt by someone else, he's really angry at himself over that too. But Ortho probably does that role for him haha

He would rather you stay with him in his room and just snuggle together. That way you two don't have to worry about getting hurt haha

High pain tolerance or not, he'll still look out for you. You might get some cool new gadget he made to make sure you don't get hurt too often haha

Crowley

I feel bad saying this, but realistically, he won't do anything about it.

Like we've seen the way he acts to Yuu, he might get a bit more concerned if you're his s/o but it feels like the bare minimum haha. He will tell you to be careful and that's it.

He doesn't want you to hide the fact that you feel pain if you ever do, high pain tolerance or not though. He may be bad at keeping track of things, but he doesn't want to see you in pain

I feel like rather than fixing you up with bandages he's the type to use magic to heal you. He might give you a hug often too, especially if you seem down. He'll hug you out of the blue too

Malleus

He wonders how you ended up with high pain tolerance, but he's also worried for you.

Super protective over you, more than any of the previous guys combined. He's almost always around you. Sure you have high pain tolerance but that isn't a pass for you to get hurt!

He also heals using magic, and it's really cool to watch. Sebek might be a bit jealous that you can get direct healing from the prince himself lol.

Overall, as long as you are alright, he won't worry over you. But he'll dote over you if you get even a slight scratch. "I don't feel anything tho" you might protest but he'll basically pout and say "No it's time to cuddle" lol

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[renxholics]

❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

﹟diasomnia, ramshackle, staff, rsa: x gn!reader. no cw/tw. although the holiday known as “christmas” does not exist in twisted wonderland, you decide to take manners into your own hands and have some holiday fun with your friends before winter break. part i. ii. iii. platonic staff/ramshackle.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀 ＋ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐏

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ what a wonderful sleep that was, but now it were time to wake up and get ready for the last of your festive plans! doing your morning routine, you send a text to your friend in diasomnia you would be there soon, although still unsure if this were a good idea or not despite his insistence that it were the perfect thing to do before break.maybe you’d end up enjoying it!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Malleus was honestly glad to be invited to something, anything for once. he has to admit this was one of the strangest things he’s ever done before, but if it’s for you, he’d be willing to do it. this is one of your human traditions from your world? so be it, he’s sitting on Lilia’s lap as the older fae makes weird laughing noises in a weird costume, gazing down at him as he gives him a cookie. he gets weirdly into it after a few minutes of you two assuring him he’s doing it right, he may actually be a kid asking for presents as he asks for Gao Gao to have a friend, specifically for you to get one so the two of your’s could be friends together. he’s excited to hear what you want though, don’t be embarrassed and sit on santa’s lap now, prefect, whatever you wish for he will get for you as thanks for including him in your festive traditions.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Lilia insisted on partaking in this tradition as soon as you told him about holiday festivities in your world. you do not know where he got an oversized white beard, and an outfit similar to a mall santa’s back in your world that looks oversized on him, but he’s having a lot of fun. he enjoys sitting his slightly confused, slightly weirded out, and slightly empty on the inside sons on his knee that surprisingly hasn’t broken yet from sheer weight and speak in this weird way you explained a santa clause does. he’s laughing and going “ho-ho-ho” really in character and makes them call him santa, rather than Lilia. he even gets you to sit on his lap, picking you up and holding you tight if you try to run from embarrassment. you’re never too old, he says! go ahead and tell him what you want, don’t be too difficult now prefect, remember, naughty kids don’t get presents.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Silver did not wake up for this, please tell him he did not. he was raised by Lila but he is not immune to the pure shock he gets at times by what his father does. or rather, santa as Lilia forces him to call him. somehow he watches Malleus do it, and followed suit awkwardly as he turned to you looking at him with a smile, back to his father with the same expressionless look. you’d think he wanted to be anywhere else, but entertains you and asks santa for a gift, handing him a cookie as he peeks back at you with a bright smile. the things he’d do for you to be happy, honestly. after he’s free, he ends up falling asleep against your shoulder pretending to himself it were all a dream, a nightmare rather, as you gently lay his head on your lap and play with his hair as thanks.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Sebek is going over five different stages of grief. he’s confused, angry, freaked out, just what on earth is this human tradition? it gets worse when you explain in your world you let your kid sit on a stranger’s lap, one that eats your cookies and milk after breaking into your house to drop off presents, one who judges you for being nice or naughty. he’s flabbergasted and tries to speak as “santa” gets his cookie, asking him for what he wishes for. he’s unable to pick anything over still processing his thoughts and emotions, eyes still locked on you as you smile at him. is this some kind of new way of fighting, human? regardless, lilia ends up telling his dad about this when they return to briar valley, too. when he gets home he’s experiencing the grief again as father zigvolt wears a santa suit, an outfit becoming popular in the briar valley.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 ＋𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ after returning from the morning event with friends from the valley, you finally return to your dorm and pull out the decoration box you’d been keeping in the closet, smiling at the tree you’d gotten Jack to drag in a few weeks ago. it was finally time to decorate Ramshackle.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Grim tolerated a lot of things for you during these past few days, you’d better get him premium tuna. he’s had to watch some boys flirt and fail with you, numerous bow changes, and has become exhausted. now you want to decorate the dorm, but for who? you give are the only ones living there! he does decorate begrudgingly and gets into it, or maybe because he’s planning at pawing at it later, but he’s helping you decorate the windows with star and tree stickers, while the dorm building itself is wrapped with lights all around. he doesn’t know what a family should feel like, but whatever it is supposed to feel like, he’s pretty sure you are a family. he’s the biggest whiner of the bunch, but he ends up being the one who contributes the most and had the most fun out of all of you, gazing up at the finished product before climbing into your lap, accepting head scratches.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ghost friends had listened to you talk about your plans and schedule for the past month, even watching you acquire the materials, but seeing the decorations placed were two different things. the Ramshackle dorm had been abandoned for years to the point it fell apart. a cold gloomy place, with only the three of them lingering in the past until you came along, transforming it into a home. they never imagined how full of life it could of become with you, laughing and playing with you and Grim as you decorated. they’re truly grateful you care about this dorm as much as they did, and that you included them in your list of people to spend time with. gather round, prefect. although they can’t hold you physically, why not take a picture for the memories.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅＋𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wiping your brow from your hard work, you admire it as one of the ghosts quickly remembers about receiving mail earlier! much to your confusion, you received some cards from the most unexpected list of people, the staff of nrc!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Crowley’s card was unexpected, you’d wondered if he was forced into it. the writing was surprisingly neat and tidy, not full of cursive but very exaggerated penmanship when it came to certain letters. the envelope was rather plain, nothing too interesting, but the card itself was a nice navy blue color with splotches of gold. the contents of the card were basic and empty, have a good break and that you should work hard as the ramshackle prefect after the break, and do make sure to take care of those fairies for him. however in tiny writing hastily scribbled at the bottom, he wrote “thank you, prefect” at the very bottom, adding to the shock factor of receiving a card from him in the first place. this was probably the most gratitude you’ve received from him since your first encounter, and the last until next year.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Crewel’s card made you smile and feel like you had a safe space to go to and to tattle on Crowley to. he’s penmanship was meat and fully cursive, written in pretty red ink on a rose scented silver card. it nearly made you feel bad opening the envelope with such a beautiful deep red shade with a golden flower seal. his letter details how you’d mentioned this little tradition of giving cards in your world before when talking to him, and that he decided to indulge a little and write you this letter. have a good break, and if you need help with classes to ask him and he would help you since you’ve been such a good pup trying to understand more about this world and adjust to it and classes. he wrote at the bottom that just before break ends, he’d also fix your uniform for a winter wardrobe, really, he’s secretly a kind professor.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Trein’s card made you feel like you had a father here in wonderland. his penmanship was cursive, small and neat. his envelope had madol attached, as though you were given a small allowance or gift. he’d heard from Crewel about the plan to write you a card and wrote one himself in an equally fancy velvet red envelope, with an ivory paw seal. the letter itself was in classic black ink, going over how if you needed a place to stay over break, him and his wife were available. it had been many years since his daughters had grown and left the house, they had plenty of space for you if you wished to not be alone over break, Crowley could take care of those fairies. if you needed an extension for your break assignments to inform him and he’d extend them and help you. perhaps it’s just the father in him speaking, but have a good break, prefect.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Vargas’s card was no best handwriting winner. in fact, the writing was so messy you struggled to translate for five to nearly ten minutes. there was no envelope, and it was clearly handmade with a doodle you presumed to be him flexing his muscle and smile as he wrote to have a good break and work on those muscles. you’d improved from when you first arrived and he was sure with more work, perhaps one day you could be as muscular as him. although the card looks like he made it within two minutes, or asked a seven year old to make for him, it was the thought that counts! maybe next time you’d get an envelope, though.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Sam’s card was not an award winner either, but at least it had a creative looking envelope and rainbow paper. you could of sworn his handwriting was neater, but this too looked like a child had written with his nondominant hand. his card talked about his good deals available over the break but included little things like now hiring for a good rate. he never out front told you he liked you more than a good recurring customer, but just maybe he thought of you as a good kid. at the very very bottom, he included that he left you a piece of candy in the envelope. one worth a few madol, but candy nonetheless. have a good break and thank you for the patronage, prefect.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐒𝐀＋𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the letters were so sweet for the most part you had to keep them away nearly in a desk. afterwards, you’d made dinner for you and Grim, ready to do the dishes after finishing as you got a surprise call from Neige, both him and Chen’ya would be there soon, but he wouldn’t tell you the reason. now why would rsa students come to nrc?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Chen’ya eavesdropped on Neige’s texts to you and was in on it immediately excited to get you a gift. nothing better than surprising your friend at a whole different school hours away and give them a little present. he goes invisible and nearly scares you as you look for him, only for him to appear in front of you as you turn around. he’s laughing as you scold him, smiling at how you look flustered before you lead them into the living room with a huge tree. he has a sudden strong desire to mess around and knock down the tree, but resists his inner urges before handing you a gift bag. inside is a lot of premium tea leaves and boxes of your favorite snacks that he’d asked Trey about in advance. you didn’t even want to know how much that cost, and as you try to thank him, he’s disappearing again while inching closer to that tree.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Neige had remembered from awhile back through your texts about how you planned to spend your break after he asked, beaming immediately at the thought of doing one of your world’s traditions with you as a surprise. with RSA beginning break that afternoon, he had gone with Chen’ya to travel all the way to NRC just to see and surprise you. he originally considered singing for you, but he didn’t want to draw too much attention to your dorm. he’s there doe eye bright smile as you invite him in, greeting him as he gazes at you like a lovesick puppy. he compliments the decor and is in awe at how pretty it is before remembering to hand you your gift as he insists he doesn’t need one, your friendship is enough. opening the gift, he watches your eyes light up at the pretty winter scarf that may or may not look pretty similar to his own outfit in white, red, and blue with little birds on them. maybe just maybe, you’d put two and two together prefect.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ at the end of the day, all of you fell asleep together after it was too late to return, snuggling up in the living room under cozy blankets. you could also consider this the start of not just a new year, but a new year of happiness with friends you’d never known you needed. plenty of more memories to come in the future, and who knows! maybe plenty more with a certain someone, specifically. happy holidays, prefect’

@𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐗𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐒 : no plagiarizing, reposting, or claiming as your’s.

following channels [tag list] : @h0n3ysgh0st : the rsa part was just for laughs<33 hope everyone has had a great 2022. may 2023, be well, less bad and only happiness forever. please. please.

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[siphoklansan]

SIPS GOTTA ASK-

Since you released the style of the Boyos, what’s sippy’s style? 👀

THANKS FOR THE ASK CERUUUUUUU♡´･ᴗ･`♡💓💓💓

hskdjsjsoxj Sippy’s style? Hermmmmmm it’s either this high-school-ish vibes or detective(?) vibes (with coats and hats and suspenders) and ofc, cannot leave the dorm without wearing her trusty bunny shoes ( @dibbledoodle ‘s idea btw, god bless. I’m obsessed with the shoes ong✨)

She doesn’t usually go out! But when she does, Crewel usually accompanies her. Kinda like a father-daughter hang out time🕺 if not, you’d usually see Sippy doing weird tasks around the school that was tasked by Crowley

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[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#267 His Fav Puppies

Crewel: Hmm, have I ever let students off the hook for favoritism?

*flashback*

Yuu & Yuuken*carrying loads of books each*

Crewel: What are all these books for?

Yuu & Yuuken...

Yuu & Yuuken: Throwing them at Crowley?

*end flashback*

Crewel: No... I don't think I have...

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[wolken-himmel]

In which Crewel and Grim interrogate (Y/n)'s boyfriend to make sure he won't hurt their child/henchhuman.

But why did it have to be Floyd?

Request by anon.

"Floyd Leech. Second-year. Octavinelle—"

Floyd let out an annoyed sigh. "Yeah, I know who I am, beakfish..." he grumbled under his breath, all the while glaring at Professor Crewel in a mixture of anger and disinterest.

Poor Floyd just wasn't feeling it: the lack of lighting inside the room, the ropes that bound him to a wooden chair, his annoying professor looming over him — and did I forget to mention the lamp trained right at him? He would rather be working overtime at the Mostro Lounge than be stuck in such a strange situation as this.

A disappointed sigh echoed through the room, and a new figure stepped out into the dim light. "Ugh, did you have to interrupt your own introduction? We were starting off so cool..." the newcomer muttered and waddled over to the professor's side.

At first, Floyd's head snapped around the room to find the source of that familiar voice, but he was only face with darkness. It was only when he lowered his gaze that he found the culprit — a cat monster.

At once, a squeal escaped the merman's lips, and his frown turned into a grin. "Oh! The baby seal is also here!" he exclaimed in excitement and even tried to clap his hands together, only to realise that he couldn't due to his hands being bound. His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Uh... but why am I here? I still need to fulfill my daily hug quota..." He sighed wistfully.

Crewel raised an eyebrow. "Why you're here? Well..." he trailed off before he — out of nowhere — pulled out a sheet of paper and almost slammed it into Floyd's face. In a split second, his nose touched the photograph. Crewel's voice turned low into a threatening whisper. "Do you know who this is?"

Although a frustrated hiss escaped the eel's lips at first, he soon brightened up when he recognised the person in the photograph. Strange cackles of happiness escaped his lips, the absurdity of them causing Grim to hide behind Crewel's coat.

By then, a Cheshire cat grin adorned Floyd's lips. "(Y/n)! My little shrimpy. Of course I know who that is—" Floyd exhaled lovingly and closed his eyes in delight. "That's my significant other, my better half, the air to my lungs—" He would have continued if it weren't for Grim letting out a cough.

"Love. How disgusting," the cat monster mumbled and feigned to gag. That comment earned him a glare from the Octavinelle student.

Their staring contest didn't last long due to Crewel interrupting with a cough, and Grim was grateful, knowing he would have otherwise lost. The professor, shoving the protesting cat aside, stepped forward, right into the limelight. His shadow cast over Floyd in a threatening way, Crewel calmly explained, "Well, you're here exactly because of that." He paused and took a deep breath. "I will not sit idly by as you hurt my dear child."

Grim jumped up to catch Floyd's attention. "And I will not either because (Y/n) is my friend—" The cat froze and quickly corrected himself, "No, just henchhuman!"

With their eyes glaring down at him, Floyd let out a shocked gasp and let himself sink into his uncomfortable chair. "You think I could hurt my dear shrimpy?" Floyd cried out, causing the other two to raise their eyebrows in suspicion. "I could never hurt a fly!" Tears brimmed in the corner of the eel's eyes, and an offended frown decorated his face.

However, Crewel didn't look too impressed. "Say that to all the students that landed in the infirmary because of you— it's all documented in this file." To underline his point, he grabbed the file that Grim eagerly handed him and held it right in front of Floyd's face. "Do you wish to take a look at it, Mr. Leech?" Crewel mocked when a few documents sailed down onto the floor, the file having been close to combusting anyway.

Floyd's demeanour changed at once. "You can't prove anything!" he said coldly. "I want to speak to my lawyer."

Grim let out a chuckle. "You mean Azul?"

"Yeah, who else."

His request was immediately rejected by his professor raising his hand. "All these... violent incidents around campus, most of them having been traced back to you, give us reason to harbour concerns regarding your relationship with the Ramshackle's prefect..."

Floyd shook his head stubbornly. "Shrimpy is different, not like those other lost guppies on campus."

"Hey," Grim cried out angrily, "I just don't want to wake up one day and find my henchhuman snapped in half by the likes of you!" A look of desperation and concern on his face, he jumped onto Floyd and grabbed his loose collar with his paws. "Who else will provide me with tuna, eh?!" Without any mercy, the cat monster began shaking the poor second-year back and forth.

Unimpressed, Floyd began cackling. "Playing good cop, bad cop, aren't you? Oh, you're so funny..." His gaze lazily drifted from the cat to the professor. "Who knew a beakfish and a baby seal could be this hilarious..." the merman mocked and stuck his tongue out at them.

"Oi, take this more seriously, eel!" Grim cried out in frustration and slapped him across his face. Crewel was about to start scolding his accomplice for such an outburst, but was interrupted when Floyd began laughing.

A red paw-print remained on Floyd's cheek when he turned his head back to stare Grim right in the eyes, bored and still unimpressed. "I already told you that I wouldn't hurt my shrimpy. I see no reason why you would detain me any further," he simply said and let out a yawn.

Grim narrowed his eyes. "Well well... do you swear that on..." The cat hesitated for a moment, caught deep in thought about how to continue his sentence. Only after a while did his blue eyes light up in pride. A cocky grin appeared on Grim's face as he asked Floyd, "...do you swear that on your twin brother?"

"Sure thing."

Crewel let out a confused gasp. "Wait, really—?"

As Floyd was about to answer, the door to the darkened room the three of them found themselves in was swung open from the outside. The sudden flood of light revealed the crumbling wall paint and the ancient furniture in the room. No doubt, this was just another abandoned room in the Ramshackle mansion.

But what surprised the Octavinelle student even more was the figure that remained in the door frame — you, his shrimpy. At first, you didn't notice him and only absent-mindedly peeked inside, your gaze lingering on Grim and Crewel, who were panicking amongst each other.

"Hey guys, have you seen Floyd—" you asked rather calmly — but your tone shifted immediately when your eyes fell on the student you had just mentioned. A shrill gasp escaped your lips when you noticed the ropes that tied him to the chair. "What is going on here?" You were fuming, threatening to boil over at any given second.

Crewel and Grim shot each other a helpless look.

Floyd, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. "Shrimpy!" he cried out to you. "These two kidnapped me! Help!"

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[lk2222]

Good boy!

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[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 21

My oh my... Do we have the birth of a future yandere ?

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The woman went outside. In the ambient noise, the whispers seemed to have stopped. Finally a calm day.

She got a waft of all the stand food smell. It made her hungry. She just hoped that they can take credit card because she had 0 cash on her… Or maybe she could negotiate an advance on salary in cash ? [Good idea, let’s pester the bird.]

Once she found Crowley, she had to wait a little before pestering him. He was with important investors from what she understood of the conversation.

Crowley spotted her from the corner of her mask. “What can I do for you Mrs Devi ?”

Victoria batted her eyelashes, hoping it would make her seem innocent. “Can you lend me some cash ? From my salary, so I could join the festivities… Please Headmaster Crowley ? You're so generous after all…”

Crowley was weak to those words. He laughed, his beak seemed to elongate. “Oh yes of course ! I am so gracious after all !”

And that’s how Victoria got half her monthly salary in cash. [He he he life is good when you butter people.]

Crowley tilted his head. “What are you going to do today ? Are you going to watch the match ?”

Victoria plastered a smile on her face. “I am going to roam a bit before making my way to the stadium ! I can’t wait to see what it looks like IRL !”

Crowley blinked. “I…RL ? What’s that ?”

Victoria was caught off guard. [Of course he doesn’t know, he is like a billion years older than me.]

Trein arrived at that moment with Crewel. “Oh ? Who do we have here ?”

Crewel, seeing Victoria being deep in her thoughts, asked. “What is happening ?”

Crowley asked wholeheartedly. “Do you know what IRL means ?”

The two men also blinked. They all turned her head to face her, ready to listen to her explanation. [Oh dear, even Crewel ?? He is my age !!]

It took all her inner control not to laugh at the three men. “It is an acronym, mostly used by gamers to say ‘in real life’. It became quite common so I thought you knew, sorry for assuming you knew !”

Crewel was the first one to speak. “That explains a lot about Shroud way to speak… Do you play video games ?”

Victoria tilted her head innocently. “Yeah I do, it is fun to kill zombies when you had a bad day where a colleague proves that your theory is wrong and you need to redo your whole month of research.”

Trein was taken aback. “It is quite accurate for an example.”

Crowley understood one word : ‘research’. “You… were a researcher ?”

Victoria smiled widely, proud of her accomplishment. “Yeah, I used to be a researcher for a ‘true luck’ algorithm. It is used for gambling. I’ve patented it.” 

The two older men were shocked. This little girl had a PATENT ? Crowley spoke. “But… You’re too young to have a patent ! You are what ? 23 ?”

Crewel and Victoria laughed at this. Her ? 23 ? “That’s quite a compliment thank you, but no. I am 29, with a master in applied physics and a thesis in artificial intelligence under my belt.”

They both blinked her eyes. Crewel raised an eyebrow. “In applied physics ? I didn’t know that ! So you really are a jack of all trades !”

It added another layer of laughter. “Yeah, I can do anything that is math related.”

Crewel smiled. “We should try alchemy together then, you will have loads of fun.”

Victoria's eyes became full of sparkles. “Really ? Really really ? I can teach you about… erm… Video games ? I like to play chess, if you are up to it.”

At that moment both of the older men felt a bit of jealousy. They, too, wanted to spend some time with the woman.

Crewel smirked, at this sudden advantage he got. “Of course, Dr Devi. Let’s play together. Why not enjoy the festivities together ?”

The brunette was over the moon. “Oh ! Yes, it would be fun to spend some time with someone who knows his way around the festival. Let’s go !”

She grabbed his hand under the glares of Crowley and Trein. Crewel only smiled. He already liked her and her way to subtly show off her intelligence. Who could have guess that it was hidden in such a small woman ?

While waiting for her breakfast order -loads of pancakes-, she asked the fashionable man. “You are sure that you don’t want anything ? I can pay it for you…”

Crewel was astonished. “Young lady, do you think I am poor to say that ? I have way more money than you think.”

The woman looked at him. “I am sorry, but you smell rich. Rich like someone without cash on him.”

It made the man laugh. “I still have some change on me, I am just watching my figure.”

Victoria nodded. “To not have to tailor your wardrobe ? I understand that.”

Crewel looked at the woman from head to toe. She asked. “What ?”

He smiled earnestly. “You look great today. I like it. We also have the same shoes.”

She looked at his black and white derbies then hers. She laughed, happy that he noticed such a small detail. “I haven’t noticed… Quite a funny coincidence !”

That woman was like the Sun. She laughed a lot, she was optimistic, she smiled despite having a run down dorm, she was doing a job that wasn’t in line with her studies…  She needed to be protected at all cost from the bad of this world.

Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller

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[saatorubby]

Sick day

Summary: you got sick but luckily you have your professor (almost dad) to your rescue.

Characters: Divus Crewel, Ace and deuce (mentioned)

A/n: there is almost no content of dad divus that I haven't read yet, so as they say be the change you want to see in the world.

Pairings: divus crewel x reader (platonic)

Warnings: none, the reader is gender-neutral

"Puppy, I've told you this before, if you play with those unruly mutts all day you will get hurt. Now, look at you." Divus tuts and puts the chicken soup he brought on your bedside table.

You have been hanging out with Ace and Deuce when it started to rain and naturally them two being, well, them, they got into a fight which took forever to resolve and you, being the whole schools mediator, were the one to help.

Which got you into your current situation, sick with a high fever and currently being taken care of by your favourite professor, divus crewel.

"But they are my friends, I couldn't leave them like that!" You playfully pout, knowing that crewel is not actually mad...yet.

Divus remembers, how you initially used to be intimidated by him, always stuttering and stumbling. One day, after Ashengrotto's overblot you were so behind in your alchemy course that you finally decided to ask for his help. He, being a responsible teacher, immediately agreed. That is how he finally got to know you.

He remembers those days well, he knows he is an intimidating man, and he takes pride in it, so he gets why you were hesitant to open up. But it were that...kindness of yours that really pulled him in, you just don't see that in NRC students.

He admits that he maybe getting a little soft but seeing how that damned bird all but abandoned you in the wolf's den, makes his blood boil. Dire was supposed to be your guardian and he didn't do his job properly, so he stepped up.

People in this school really do seem to forget that you are a first-year, a puppy, alone in this world. You need adult guidance and supervision, especially with what kinds of dogs you roam around with.

Divus originally only wanted to be an adult you can rely on, but then he started to grow fond of you and see you as his child. He never wanted kids but he...doesn't mind your company.

That is how he found himself in this situation. Taking care of his sick child. Well, you technically weren't his child, yet.

He is still pondering over those adoption documents in the drawer of the desk in his study, but you don't need to worry about them now.

He looks at you how you just pouted at him, you really have come a long way since then.

Divus raised one of his perfectly shaped brows, amused at your defiance and chuckled.

"Okay pup, finish your soup, we'll discuss your taste in your friends later."

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