#Divus crewel

[jangmi-latte]

HE IS BEAUTY HE IS GRACE CREWEL SENSEI WHAT DID YOU DO TO DEUCE AND ACE

he puts good boy when he grades papers so imagine riddle's papers all has good boy on it crewel just buys a stamp of his handwriting LHSGHULZHULISHF

[ryuichirou]

two delinquent heartslabyul students

[waxx-win]

Heh….APRIL FOOLS EVERYONE!!! 🤗🤗

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I think there was a voice line or somewhere in which Leona explains that nobody likes how he dresses at home and in his camping clothes he says:The price of these clothes? I only buy things that catch my eye, so I don’t remember. Anything’s fine as long as it looks good on me So I assume that is more a Leona not having a sense of fashion or something like that?

[Referencing this post!]

Actually, I believe the opposite is true! Leona does have a sense of fashion--he just doesn't care about how he dresses most of the time. You can still be a judge of what looks good or not without dressing well yourself; the two traits are not mutually exclusive!

The line "There were plenty of people back home who were all too happy to nitpick my fashion choices. You wouldn't do that, though... right?" comes from his Fairy Gala Couture SSR. However, please note his phrasing: "nitpick MY fashion choices." These are decisions made separately of his judgment on whether an article of clothing looks good or not. The voice line, then, could refer to ugly clothes, but it could also refer to people judging Leona for not dressing in the "proper" way.

The line "You're askin' how much this outfit cost? Pfft, like I know. I just buy whatever strikes my fancy. All that matters is it looks decent on me." comes to us from Leona's Outdoor Wear. Dissecting it, he mentions "[...] it looks decent on me." Does this not inherently suggest that Leona has the ability to judge a garment and how it looks on himself? We also learn in 1-2 of Vargas Camp that it was Ruggie that acquired Leona's camping look for him, so Leona himself may not have hand-selected the clothing. ("This is just a little something I picked up for myself when I went shopping for Leona's outfit.")

There are other instances in which he implies his ability to evaluate fashion. For example, in his Liongarb card, Leona praises the quality of the textiles from his homeland, calling them "one-of-a-kind." In the Fairy Gala Couture, Leona says, "Look, it's not that Crewel's fashion sense stinks. It's just not my thing." So here, he's openly acknowledging that he knows the outfit is fashionable (Crewel's taste is impeccable!), but that it just doesn't match his personal style. However, Leona also often complains about how certain clothes are too stuffy or have too many overcomplicated parts. He also doesn't care for showy decorations with no practical use, including the adornment of feathers on his dorm leader staff. This gives me the impression that while he can identify what is aesthetically pleasing, he also doesn't want to put forth the effort to dress "nicely" and doesn't value things that don't serve a purpose or that get in his way. It could be a personal preference thing, or it could be that there's some reason behind it, like intentionally wanting to rebel against the expectations of royalty that are placed on him. Both could also be true.

I talk more about each characters' fashion sense in this post. You should check it out if you're interested in the topic! ^^

[brl7v]

[the-ramshackle-prefect]

TWST Squid Game AU

Blood under the cut ⚠️

Combined both the 1st season and the second season bc I can. Don’t ask me why theres rich students playing… their money burned down idek

[monttzartt]

His emo son <3

[mellosdrawings]

It's canon. Trust me.

[zvezdacito]

^ Random non-student characters + stylization test doodles I drew idk. Maleficia, Falena and Ace's brother are my fan designs as they have yet to actually appear in canon.

Here's some notes i made on Falena's design in relation to Leona + lore from other characters' designs too because i wss too lazy to make more graphics lol:

[wakacchi]

Nonchalant contacts are just-- (♡´𓋰`♡)

How about read the other 2 pages on my ko-fi?

[kenchann]

being called good boy by crewel-sensei 🫣 🏃‍♂️

[ryuichirou]

well?

[ominousslug]

yep. this is my contribution to the fandom here ! good day pals and buddies

[akseliholt]

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

The Rain is Especially Loud Tonight

Synopsis: The Prefect gets hurt due to Crowley's negligence.

TW: Injury, Stitches, Medical Stuff, Prefect gets caught under a collapsed Ramshackle

Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 (coming soon), . . .

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The room would be completely silent were it not for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The environment was more comfortable than your usual medical setting, but it still felt cold in a way.

The door creaked open and in stepped professor Crewel. "Hey, Pup." His voice lacked its usual stern tone one would hear in the classroom; instead, his voice was gentle and almost hoarse.

The hoarseness was no doubt a result of him screaming at the headmage in a roar you shiver even recalling. He had spent hours tearing into the man for his gross negligence and irresponsibility.

"Pup?" His voice became more worried when you failed to answer.

"Sorry." A meek, rasped voice leaves you throat. Your throat burns with dryness despite the 6 glasses of water you already drank, and it feels like every syllable echoes through your head and causes an intense, throbbing pain. You don't recognize the voice that claws its way out of your throat as your own.

You hear the soft scrape of a chair on the floor next to your bed. "No. Don't apologize, Pup." Rocking your gaze slowly over to him its clear to you, with the way his jaw clenches and unclenches while his eyes search the blanket covering you, that he wants to say something, but isn't sure what.

You slowly rock your head to look forward again. "Everyone's been in such a panic. . .and it's my fault, I-"

The man cuts you off as you choke on your words: "Pup. This is not your fault."

"But-" Your throat feels like its been given a massage with a thousand razor blades. The coughing your attempts to speak cause only make the pain worse.

Crewel quickly grabs another glass of water and holds it up to your lips for you to drink. "But nothing, Pup- Keep those arms down or you'll re-open the wounds. That old building was bound to collapse at some point. We all knew it. If the fault is on anyone it's on us staff. Crowley made you stay there, and we didn't stop him." The glass cup clinks slightly too harshly onto the nightstand as he sets it down.

Silence falls between the two of you.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The ticking of the clock numbs your thoughts. You force your mind to stop focusing on the pain radiating from every inch of your body and instead listen to the steady ticking of the clock. The only other sound that can be herd is the occasional hurried footsteps outside the door as the other staff do their best to take care of the situation.

Your injuries have already been treated by a specialty team sent from STYX the moment the news got to them. They were the only ones aside from Grim, Leona, and the staff that had seen your mangled form before you were wrapped up like a mummy. You didn't have to ask how bad it was. Seeing Crowley throw up at the sight of you was enough to tell you it was bad.

The STYX team had spent nearly a whole 24 hours stitching you back together like some ragdoll and rearranging the many pieces of you that had been ripped and jostled out of place. If not for them. . .well, you don't want to think about it. If you looked like a mummy on the outside, you were sure that under the bandages you looked like Frankenstein's monster. There really wasn't a single bit of you that got out of that death trap unscathed.

You were kept in the school infirmary instead of being carted off to some high-tech STYX facility only because they needed to operate on you as soon as possible and didn't want to move you too much after the initial procedures. They made do by shipping a ton (literally speaking, more like 3 tons) of medical equipment to the school, most of which was now littered around the infirmary in a rushed yet professional way.

Despite your closeness to your friends, the only people who had come to see you were the staff. It's not that none of your friends wanted to see you, but that they weren't allowed to. The doctor's worried having them in so soon, when they were still full of hysteria from the news, wouldn't be the best idea. They weren't able to text you either as your phone had been crushed in the collapse.

"How's Grim?"

Professor Crewel hums: "Physically, he's pretty unscathed. He just has a few scrapes and bruises. Mentally, he's a bit traumatized."

You supposed that made sense. You didn't remember much, but what you did remember was Grim's voice. He had been returning to the dorm from after school detention when he found the building in shambles on the ground. He called out to you but your lungs were filled with debris and your torso was being crushed by layers of rubble. The dorm ghosts met Grim at the edge of the junk pile that used to be a dorm and confirmed that you were inside and that you needed help. The ghosts talked to you as you laid there, not being able to physically move anything off you themselves. They kept you awake and assured you that Grim was getting help.

Not long later you heard shouting. Two of the ghosts stayed with you while the third went out to meet the staff and fill them in. You were told after the fact that that's about the time they called up Leona to use his unique magic so they could get you out as soon as possible (that was the first time many saw the lion run).

You were blanking in and out of consciousness when they found you, but you remember them finding you. The feeling of the weight of the rubble lessening as it was methodically turned to sand and removed (in order to not end up crushing you with sand instead), the small grains dripping on your face, and eventually, the full force of the pouring rain battering your face as the last of the rubble was removed from above you. You remember Leona's manic eyes turning horrified, Crowley puking, and worst of all, Grim's face.

"STYX sent over a few trauma counselors. There are ones assigned specifically to Leona and Grim as well since they saw some of the worst of it." Crewel finally broke the silence again.

"And you? You and. . .the other teachers were there too. . .and Sam."

"Calm down, Pup. We've all had evaluations done to assess how we're handling it. We'll be fine.

"What about. . ." Your voice trails off, but from the look in your eyes, Crewel can tell what you were about to ask.

"What about the headmage?"

You nod, wincing slightly when the motion disturbs an injury on your neck.

"He's under investigation." Crewel responds after a brief pause. He knew that you surely couldn't be all that fond of the crow, but as you saw it, he was probably also your only ticket home. Crewel looked up to gauge your response, but your face remained neutral.

"And you, Pup? I obviously know you aren't doing particularly well physically right now, but what about mentally?"

"Hm?"

Crewel hesitated, not wanting to dig around in a mental wound and make it worse, "You were. . .under there for a while. I'm sure it must've been. . .scary."

You think for a moment before responding: "Was I really under there that long? It didn't feel like it. . .I think I passed out a few times." Your mumbled words put Crewel at ease in a way. He's not happy that you had been passing out, but he was at least glad that you weren't stuck under there fully conscious and feeling every second tick by as if it were an hour.

"Hmm. I see." Crewel nods. "I ought to let you rest now. A counselor will stop by tomorrow to talk to you about what happened." He stands up as he says this, his knuckles still white from how tightly he'd been gripping the fabric of his pants. "Rest well, Pup."

You simply nod, this time more carefully as to not disturb your wounds, and watch him walk out. When the door closes you swear you hear a choked sob.

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[ephemii]

what’s grace’s mbti? :0

hi hiii!! Grace's MBTI is an INFP-T! it's mostly also to sort of match Yuu's more subdued personality in-game. on her first day, she REALLY hated her involvement with crowley, ace, and deuce. crowley is a given, but ace and deuce just added a lot more of a spotlight on her. each time adeuce tried to get into some sort of kerfuffle, she'd be quick to apologize on their behalf of even straight up leave the site-- which made her even more of a sore thumb.

and adeuce can try as hard as they want to pick fights with their upperclassmen, but it's kind of hard for any NRC punks to take them seriously when they've got a buddy that looks like... well. THAT lol

over time, though, she does gain more confidence and is able to stand up for herself, even coming to fully enjoy the time she spends with adeuce and the other first years, shenanigans and all. that doesn't mean she gets any less polite, though-- at this point, she's the only beacon of light that the staff have, and they'll be damned if they lose it to NRC-typical roughhousing lol