#deadbeat dad crowley

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#693 People person

Adopted!Yuu*Growls under their breath seeing Crowley peek his head from the couch*

Crowley: I-I just think some small tweaks might help you be more of a uh, people person, you know?-

Adopted!Yuu: I am a people person!?!

You reach forward, grab Crowley by the collar, and pull him close

Adopted!Yuu: If I'm so terrible, how about you just grow a pair and replace me?!

Crowley: Okay, well, maybe I- Maybe I might!

Adopted!Yuu*Taken aback and lowers voice*... What?

Crowley looks back at Dorm Leaders who gives him a thumbs up, turns back to You

Crowley: Maybe I will, little one! Yeah, that's right it's tough love time! So, now you can... go... to your desk!

You growl and drop him before heading back towards your desk begrudgingly

Leona* Whines seeing you leave without one last hit, disappointed*...Aw man, here I thought they were finally throwing him out the window...

Late at night, Crowley came to tuck you in and give you and grim goodnight kiss but you...smiling and texting someone...

Crowley: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Well, hold the horses~ Who are you texting?

Adopted!Yuu: No one. Just my friend Horton

Crowley: Horton... Horton? Is that a girl's name or a boy's name?...

Adopted!Yuu*Looking at him, confused at that notion but shrugs*...Does it matter?

Crowley: No, no, it doesn't matter~... Unless it's a boy!

part 3 of:

[ayertrinity]

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[nami-moittli]

“Go away Dad,” Grim seemed to say. “Why do I only see you when I don’t want to?”

[linde121]

You know...with all the "Crowley is Malleus's dad" theories going around, I wonder if Crowley might be so useless when it comes to fixing Ramshackle up because Malleus likes rundown buildings.

[tired-robo-mask]

I’m boutta cook this bird bitch. I like my chicken barbecued, extra BBQ sauce. Nom nom nom, no more bird bitch Crowley.

HES ALL COSMIC

ALSO GRIM DUO

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! How have you been lately? I hope you sleep well and eat tasty food!

I wanted to participate in your new blog event. I want to see interaction between ~deadbeat dad~ Crowley and our dear uncles, ghosts from Ramshackle dorm. You can decide which topic they will be talking about, I just wanna see ghosts more in twst fandom. They're so rare to see and it upsets me(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) give more application to our ghosts! 👻👻👻

(I hope I wrote this right how it supposed to be wrote in this event. Sorry for grammar errors)

... I was going to include the Ramshackle Ghosts in the banner, but couldn't find any chibi sprites of them that were high res enough to use. That's it, that's my commentary 🙂

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Ramshackle was a marked improvement from its sorry state in the autumn. The cobwebs, dust, and mildew had been cleared away, as if done by the hand of a benevolent fairy godmother. Rotting wood had been replaced with fresh panels, and the walls were coated with a glossy new color. The paintings and furniture had either been restored or replaced, antiques polished and set back up on display.

It's almost like Ramshackle before its ruin, Crowley noted, shutting the door behind him.

He strutted a few paces in, his cane clacking sharply against the floorboards. Crowley cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the foyer, then called out. "Ghosts?"

A reply came at once, accompanied by a cool sensation spiderwalking down Crowley's spine. This, he knew, was the telltale sign of a supernatural being's arrival.

Three pale bodies materialized before him. One tall and scrawny, the second small and compact, and the third wide and squat. Each ghost--A, B, and C--wore a top hat and a cloak.

"Mweeheehee... You rang, headmaster?"

"Aaah, there's my lovely Ramshackle trio!!" Crowley cooed, spreading his arms out with a flourish. "Good afternoon! I hope you're doing well."

"As well as we can be in the afterlife," Ghost A cackled.

"We weren't expecting visitors," C remarked.

"What brings ya here?" B floated around Crowley in a circle. "Rare for you to drop on by for a casual visit."

"Ah, that." He thoughtfully stroked at his chin. "Today is Family Day at Night Raven College and--well--I figure that you three upstanding gentlemen count as the guardians of our dear Prefect and Grim-kun. You live under the same roof, share household responsibilities, and have a deep bond. You may not be related by blood, but this arrangement could classify as a 'found family'. That would make you eligible to sit in at parent-teacher conferences."

"Oooh, are we being invited to the event?" Ghost A asked excitedly. "I was popular with the ladies back in my day, but I didn’t have the chance to do something like this. Never did manage settle down..."

"Can we really be where the people are?" B chimed in. "It's been a while since we got to stretch our ectoplasm. When was the last time? Halloween, was it?"

"But all those meetings sound like a bore," complained C. "You sure we can't just scare the daylights out of the parents and siblings instead?"

"There will be NO scaring the daylights out of anyone!" Crowley stopped himself and smoothed down his feathers. "As you can imagine, I'm a very busy man and I haven't got all day! Please make your decisions now."

The Ramshackle Ghosts glanced at one another. Murmurs passed between them.

"Well... They don't have anyone else but us, do they? Because Yuu-kun is from another world and Grimmy doesn't remember where he came from."

"They've always been there for us when we needed them the most. We've had so much fun together too. Keeping us company, playing magift, celebrating Halloween and the winter holidays..."

"It'd be sad if they were the only ones left out of Family Day. No one likes being excluded from the festivities."

Silence. Then mutual understanding lit up their eyes. The answer was staring at them right in the face this entire time.

"We'll do it!!" the ghosts cried in unison.

Crowley's lips curved upward. "A most excellent choice. Yuu-kun and Grim-kun are so very fortunate to have a family as loving as this."

[oepionie]

—"MY DUMBASS SOPPING WET CAT" leona kingscholar

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synopsis: "are you insane?! look at you! you're soaking wet!" "i don't care. i had to come see you." in the middle of a stormy night, you hear knocking at your door and find leona standing outside your dorm in the pouring rain. it seems that he has a question for you.

⊹ [ cw ] — passing mention of freezing◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF.GN! READER | soft leona agenda, mutual pining, kissin◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 800+◞

Thunder rattles the ground as a bright white flare lights up the dreary dark halls of Ramshackle. The rain pattered against the roof while you and Grim huddled in a blanket. Both of you were watching a soap opera on TV, waiting for the storm to pass.

Grim had long since dozed off to dreamland, snoring quietly, but you stayed up, far too engrossed in the family drama on TV.

As you grabbed the remote to play the next episode, the last thing you expected was to hear a knock on the door.

Now, cats were notorious for hating water, you were pretty sure of that. Those furry little balls of fluff loathed being hit by even a single drop of rain.

So, why in the Twisted Wonderland was Leona Kingscholar standing outside your dorm in the middle of a pouring storm?

Leona's hands were buried in the jacket he somehow had managed to grab in his haste. He kept his attention fixed to his feet as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Bout time you opened the door, herbivore."

"Are you insane?! Look at you! You're soaking wet!" Dumbfounded, you pulled Leona into your dorm and ran to fetch him a towel. The lion followed your retreating form with a paralyzed gaze, uncharacteristically silent.

Was running through the rain really worth it just to see you? He debated just making a run for it. The entire thing had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, anyway. However, before he could do anything, you returned and tossed a fluffy towel over his head. Leona took it into his hands, draping it over his shoulders.

"C'mon. You're making my doormat soggy." You grumbled, nose scrunching up as you pulled the lion into your dorm.

Leona slams the door shut behind him. He pulls you back by the collar of your shirt, dragging you to stagger back until your back was pressed up against the wall. He rests one hand beside your head and uses the other to lift your chin up towards him.

"What are we?" Leona mutters whilst staring at you, taking his merry time to take in every little feature on your face. His expression was contemplative, apprehension swimming in his eyes.

"I dont know-Rivals?" You snort, laying a head on his shoulder. Leona looks down at you with an annoyed expression. Chuckling, you peer up at him through your lashes. "What do you want us to be?"

He stays silent and stares at your lips, glancing back up at you for permission. You nod and he wraps a muscular arm around your waist. Your hands grip the fabric of his shirt, tugging on it slightly as you lean up to reach him. Leona cranes his neck and meets you halfway. He kisses you sensually, moving his hand down to rest around your neck and holding your hand with the other. You pull back and Leona chases after your lips. Giggling, you press the back of your hand against his mouth.

"Woah there, tiger. You're still cold and drenched. Let's go to the living room."

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"That really all you have? Crowley didn't have anythin' better to give you?" Plopping down on the couch, Leona scoffed as he watched you drag a bulky heater over. Sighing, you pat the rusty metal. "Deadbeat crow-dad, remember?"

While you fumbled with the old switches, he took a mental note to gift you a new one soon. Old-fashioned tech like that isn't reliable enough to keep you warm during the winter - you could end up freezing to death. It was a situation he wanted to avoid at all costs, especially now that you've wormed your way into his heart.

Finally, after some tinkering, the heater buzzed to life. You clapped your hands, the giddy grin on your face making Leona's lips curve into a small smile. Cute.

"Anyways. Look at you. How much of a dumbass do you have to be to run through a storm like that?" You huffed, hands on your hips as you looked down at him.

The creaky worn down couch was already starting to darken and soak up the rainwater on his clothes. Leona fumbled with his hands, gaze moving to his feet.

"I don't care. I just-" He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I had to come see you." 

"Why's that?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. Leona blinked. Even he wasn't sure. 

He hadn't expected to feel as strongly about you as he did. These were the kinds of things he thought a person like him was too rough around the edges for. It drove him wild and caused him to daydream about mushy lovey-dovey things he'd never considered before. Despite that, he wasn't ready to fully admit it yet, and somehow, he thinks you knew.

"You always have to ask dumb questions. I just fucking wanted to." Leona scoffed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your stomach. His eyes fluttered shut as you stroked your deft fingers over his damp hair, undoing the knots and tangles with care. Snorting at the lion, you poked his cheek and jeered at him.

"Dumbass."

"Your dumbass, at least."

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[my-memed-tw-adventures]

I hope Malleus’s dad is dead. I pray to god he’s dead or trapped somewhere because I swear to fucking god if it’s Crowley like people be theorizing, he’s gonna die. Imma kill him. It would not surprise me at all if he was a deadbeat dad but. No. No. Nope. Malleus deserves better than Crowley. He deserves a dad who would’ve given him the magical love to hatch had he been able to

[kyupidos]

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

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

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

10/20/24 — twisted wonderland <3

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

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

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

d. crowley

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

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

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

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

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

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

m. trein

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

d. crewel

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

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

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

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

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

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

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the crowleying of your mascot's hair.

Good morning maggots, as I write this it is 11:53 pm on the uh, asmi10kpocalypse/10khaos (both stunning names, whichever of you came up with them please walk on stage and take a goddamn bow) and I have awoken from deep slumber.

The Good News: My hair is dyed! The Bad News: It was torture that I nearly fainted from!

Okay well uh, we know what I'm best at, and it's summaries of chaos. So without further ado (much ado about nothing ahahah everything is a 10k reference now), here we go:

It starts, as it will end, in my room in front of the laptop screen.

Now, as you know, I said I would dye my hair after I scarfed down my lunch. I do that and I also take a nap because fuck yeah, sleep.

I check tumblr one last time, grab my phone without charging it, tell my mum I'm dyeing my hair, and begin the walk to the salon.

On my phone is Arthur, @howmanyholesinswisscheese, who as a cishet deadbeat dad of a lot of us, is the worst person to ask for hair advice, but I do it anyway. I need a reference photo for a haircut.

Arthur helpfully scours the internet and comes up with options that include: Gay, hot history teacher, Joe Locke but something's off about it, same as above but different slightly and I can't place it, top 20 haircuts for crazy people, top 100 teen boy haircuts for teens, mullet slash hot history teacher, Hozier, why does the teen boy have a beard, Aussie AFL player, and Chris Hemsworth.

His words, not mine. Does anyone want to check in on Arthur's history teacher because I am getting very concerned for that man.

So I pick a haircut and land up at the salon. Arthur also tells me my hair is wild and I have needed a haircut for too long. Thanks dad.

The hairdressers are not pleased when I point to the red shade and tell them to bleach and dye my entire hair.

They inform me it will look like shit.

They keep asking if I'm sure. I say, with increasing annoyance, that yes I am.

Arthur is in the phone enabling me, yelling that I need to do it for crowley and "THEY DON'T GET TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"

The hairdressers then say they're out of red hair dye, I can either do a magenta or come back the next day.

Arthur tells me to leave and go to another salon.

So I do, and I wind up at the salon right next door (Arthur and I cheer for capitalism), an extremely seedy looking place with a poorly painted stairwell that could well be haunted.

I tell the hairdressers there what I want, and they also argue with me about how it will fade, look like shit, etc etc.

Arthur says "THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, THEY'RE JUST HAIRDRESSERS"

He tells me that if Crowley can keep the Bentley together through hellfire through sheer will, I can do the same for my hair.

Finally, they huddle in front of a laptop, muttering, and agree to take me on.

I am then also hair-shamed by the stylist, who tells me in no uncertain terms that if I don't cut my hair as soon as it grows out even slightly, it looks "kharab", which is Hindi for... 'substandard, inferior, bad, shoddy, deficient'. Thanks, mate.

The haircut is done. What follows then is on of the top five most excruciatingly painful experiences of my life.

No, I'm serious. The bleaching and dyeing. It was. Fuck.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST THE MEMORY HURTS

OKAY NEXT PART OF THE SAGA I WILL REBLOG THIS IT IS GETTING TOO LONG

IF YOU WANT THE HAIR REVEAL THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS LIKE I DID, I'M AFRAID

[kierancaz]

Crowley Having To Be A Dad For Once (Crowley Comforting Yuu)

I don’t know what this is, I was just really bored and it happened so if it sucks I’m sorry. I used they/them and she/her pronouns throughout the whole things, idk neither sounded right if I used just one set of pronouns so I just used both T_T.

Also yah ik Crowley is ooc bc he’s basically a deadbeat uncle but this is MY fic and I’m a SUCKER for parental Crowley and the idea of him not really being good at it at first but as he grows to care about Yuu more he becomes more willing to try and be a good parent for them.

No trigger warnings, ig this is fluff? Uh probably not very good but it’s ok I still hope u like it. Oh and this takes place at the end of Book 6, also reader is referred to as Yuu.

It was finally over. Everything was finally ok. Grim was back with Yuu, all of the people who had been brought to Styx were back in their dorms, a little banged up, but safe. Yuu was finally home with the people they considered their family.

Crewel, Trein, and the others had given them a major scolding when they got back. Being sure to pull Yuu aside into the headmasters office to yell that them specifically, but Yuu couldn’t find it to be mad or even upset with their scolding. Yuu couldn’t be upset when she felt cared for again. The only one missing from that meeting was Crowley, but Trein as assured that he would be back soon. Which brings us to where they are now.

Grim was in Pomfiore sleeping soundly, but Yuu was standing in the wreckage of Ramshackle. Staring the remains of their only home here in the face. She knew it was bad, the remembered it all from the Chirons attack, but somehow seeing everything destroyed after the dust had finally cleared after the whole situation made reality hit that much harder. She took a deep stepping through the door looking around at all the damage.

“Yuu!” The ghost came speeding toward them, they couldn’t hug her so instead the just zipped around her a could times. She laughed, the ghost coming to a stop in front of them, “we’re so happy you’re back! We thought you guys were leaving us for good!”

“Where’s Grim?” One of them asked looking around with concern, the others followed suit like maybe he was just hiding.

“Don’t worry he’s fine, he’s back in Pomfiore sleeping off his big adventure.” Yuu chuckled and the ghost relaxed and smiled, happy to hear their little friend was safe and sound and would be back with them in no time.

Yuu looked around again, at the huge holes in the walls and ceilings. At the stray cauldrons that had broken the floor and the way the stairs that lead to her bedroom were completely destroyed. She pressed her lips into a line, tears starting to well up in she eyes.

“Yuu? What’s wrong?” One of the ghost asked. And that’s what did it, she broke down crying.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out wiping her eyes and trying to breathe even. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry your home is destroyed, I’m sorry I can’t do anything about it—”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. It’s not you’re fault.” One of the ghost said. Yuu just shook her head, crying to hard to say anything coherently. There wasn’t much the ghost could do besides remind her it wasn’t her fault the house was destroyed and that it’ll be rebuilt and everything will be ok.

“Yuu?” The new voice made her go still and the ghost silent. Turning around Yuu saw none other than Crowley standing in the doorway.

“Oh- Headmage- I, uh,” Yuu struggled to wipe their eyes free of tears and steady her voice. She hiccuped as she tried to breathe but with a deep breathe she was able to sound at least somewhat normal. “Sorry headmage, is there something you need?” She asked, turning to face him fully.

“I- no. I was just making my rounds on campus to see the damage. Trein informed me Ramshackle was badly damaged, I can see he was quite right.” Crowley said as he walked through assessing the damage, stoping when he came to stand beside Yuu.

She chuckled weakly and sniffed, tilting her head down and swiping at her eyes again. “Yeah… yeah, sorry.”

Crowley gave a questioning hum, “what’s there to be sorry for?”

“I- I don’t know… just am,” they said, their voice quiet.

“Yuu,” Crowley said. His voice more gentle than usual, more concerned. “Are you alright?”

There was hardly a second after Crowley asked before Yuu practically launched themselves at him, throwing their arms around him in a tight hug. Crowley stumbled back with surprise, his arms raised awkwardly like he didn’t know what to do with them.

Yuu was crying again. She just felt so powerless against everything. There was nothing she could do to fix her dorm, there was nothing she could do to stop the Chiron’s from taking the house wardens, nothing she could do when they took Grim. All of the feelings she had been pushing down for the sake of staying focused during the whole Styx mess finally boiling over.

“I- I guess I’ll take that as a no…” Crowley said tentatively.

Yuu apologized again, but couldn’t seem to bring herself to let go of him. Why him she had chosen to break down in front of she didn’t know. It’s not like he had ever been a comforting figure in her time here, or even a very useful one. But slowly, unsurely, Crowley hugged her back, patting her head in a soothing manner. It was enough to make her want to cry even harder.

It was silent between them for a while, with only Yuu’s sniffling and hiccups to be heard. After a few moments Crowley seemed to relax, trying to be gentle as he hugged her back and pat her head, telling her that it was ok and Ramshackle would be fixed and her and Grim would be back here in no time at all. He didn’t know how he would do that but he would get in contact with Styx and work something out, after all they made this mess.

After some time Yuu let go, stepping away from him and wiping their tears and taking a deep breath. “Are you… ok? Now?” Crowley asked, Yuu nodded.

“Better… thanks.” The air was slightly awkward. Crowley didn’t exactly know how to recover to his normal ‘aren’t I so gracious’ personality after watching his most situationally unique student have a full break down.

He cleared his throat before walking over to them and placing his hand on their back, guiding them to the door way. “Why don’t you go back to where you’ll be staying and get some rest. You do have a place to say until Ramshackle is fixed, correct?”

Yuu nodded, “yeah I’m staying in Pomfiore…” there was a long silence, like maybe she wanted to say something else. But she didn’t. “Thanks, I’ll, um, see you in class.”

Crowley nodded and watched as they left down the steps before calling out them. He only spoke when they stopped and turned to face him. “Don’t worry about Ramshackle. I’ll handle everything and make sure it gets fixed,” he said spreading his arms, “after all I am very generous!”

Yuu just blinked at him for a moment before breaking out into a laugh. After some time they had grown to find Crowley’s antics annoying, but after the moment that just happened his usual return to form was much welcomed. She waved at him as a final goodnight and started her walk back to the mirror chamber feeling much lighter than she had before.

Crowley was left with his many thoughts standing in Ramshackle, but he didn’t dwell on anything for to long. But he would check on the prefect and Grim officially tomorrow, that he made sure to promise to himself.

Yuu snuck back into Pomfiore, back into the empty room she was staying in. Grim was exactly where they left him curled up on the bed under the fluffy duvet. She smiled as they climbed into the bed, curling around Grim to cuddle him as he snuggled sleepily back into their arms. For once though, they believed Crowley would follow through on his word with Ramshackle, and that everything would be alright.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#420 Period Party!

Crowley: The nurse called me... apparently...my little chick got her "first in another planet" period, She said "Dad Im fine! The ghost uncles made me a go bag, I just need you to go to Sam's and get supplies"

Crowley: And I go "How bad is this period?"She like "No Dad im throwing myself a Period party! tonight!, Get a red velvet cake from Trey!"....my reaction was...expected*Started to gag and hold and throw up*...I couldn't eat red velvet knowing what it symbolizes...and APPARENTLY...YOU NAME YOUR PERIODS DID YOU KNOW THIS!?

Crowley: She goes and says She is inviting all her friends"We have 26 girls coming to the house?" and she goes"No dad three girls and 23 boys"WHO INVITES BOYS TO A PERIOD PARTY!?...then I heard her sinister little giggle on the phone"Dad...that's the fun of it....WE DONT TELL THEM WHY THEY'RE THERE!"...Im like fuck it im IN

Crowley: I had...NEVER had more fun at a party in my ENTIRE LIFE-Planning hosting and attending a period party! I dressed ALL IN RED LIKE I WAS IN HEARTSLAYBUL DRINKING PINOT NOIR,I MADE PASTA WITH CHUNKY MARINARA SAUCE AND I GIGGLE THE WHOLE NIGHT WITH THESE YOUNG GIRLS

Crowley: And the rest of my chick's friends all from 3rd years to 1st years ALL of their faces COVERED IN RED CAKE-the whole party each of these boys are looking at the cake going "WHO THE HELL IS JASON!?"

Crowley: My Daughter Yuu Crowley...Named her period Jason...cuz she had it on Friday the 13th

Nrc Faculty*From teachers to sam to ghosts...LOSE their shit and started to laugh their hearts out*

...Yes you, Yuuka,Eliza, and Najma along with Crowley are laughing at the guys...who doesn't know about this party meaning-

[knuiui]

╮TWST Boys feat. "What's your perfume type? "

where celebrity!reader was stopped on the red carpet to answer the question "What's your perfume type?" — and twst boys reaction of it ♡

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore |Ignihyde | Diasomnia | RSA +

╰ YOU ♡

congratulations! you're a celebrity, the most famous star in twisted wonderland! you have fans who're willing to kneel just for you. your fandom is known as the most dedicated and loyal to you ever since you began your career as an actress, some of them maybe high standing as well. it's quite hard being a magic less human dropped from another world but you could only make do with what you got, so you made use of your talent in order to become an actor!

walking down the red carpet you are stopped by a lady, you recognize her as a twistoker that does those "What's your perfume type?" thing with celebrities.

She approached you and smiled, "Hi Y/n! can I get a little of your time? " she enthusiastically asked, you smiled back and told her her outfit looked so pretty and said yes.

════ “ What's your perfume? ”

Burberry, HER

Carolina Herrera, GOOD GIRL

Dior, HYPNOTIC POISON

"now for the awaited question," you laugh at the suspense. "What's your perfume type?"

you giggle like a school girl thinking about a certain someone, specifically his smell.

you answered, "▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓"

╚ NRC STAFF ☆ (aka your dads)

╰ Dire Crowley

deadbeat crow dad. but seriously when you first arrived he did come off as careless and lazy especially since his always off somewhere instead of disciplining his students he still is. but after your rise as an actress he started to favor you more, and by that I mean giving you less duties than yuu only because you bring some fame to the school it's okay tho you can just casually snatch his credit card for some retail therapy.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Jean Paul Gautier, LE MALE PARFUM

╰ DIVUS CREWEL

he was not the step parent but he is the parent that STEPPED UP. your actual dad fr. he adopted you legally one week after you've been transported to twisted wonderland, you're name is officially part of his mother's family records 'The De Vil's'. absolutely adores that you're pursuing something you love and nurturing your talent, he bought you multiple screenplay scripts to practice for your first audition. honey, best believe your always that one celebrity that knows the dress code and IS the dress code at red carpet. all of them are vintage 'house of de vil' archival pieces of course ;) . girl dad fr

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Dior, SUAVAGE

╰ MOZUS TREIN

old man. another girl dad that was blessed with three sons unfortunately. he was the one that actually noticed your skill in acting, he brought it up casually to crewel who was very ecstatic of your talent. wished he would've been the one to adopt you first. he prefers to be laid back in his support of you, choosing to watch your movies and shows in his home with his sons and lucius rather than attend multiple movie premiere his back needs some rest too.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Tom Ford, BLACK ORCHID

╰ ASHTON VARGAS

always been enthusiastic of you since your arrival at twisted wonderland. you're always his favorite even in classes, you get to only do five rings of broom riding then you can rest on the bench while the others perish. after you became an actress he always attends your movie premiere alongside sam, both cheer for you as you walk like the dads that they are. who needs tons of bodyguard if you have him? he's a one man army himself after all. definitely punched a guy that talked rudely about you on red carpet he got banned from that place. overall he's just a proud papa.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Ralph Lauren, POLO RED

╰ MR. SAM

another proud papa. cheers you up when you have no motivation on practicing for auditions. he's the only person aside from crewel that encouraged you to pursue acting. always is and always will be your biggest cheerleader. legit brings pom poms to the movie premieres you have just to cheer your name, he likes it when you laugh at his antics because he gets to see you genuinely smile. definitely burns sages to keep negative energies away from you on auditions. you always go to him because his good at cooperating and for the jellybeans he gives you after you complete a scene. definitely offered at one point to hex a hater of yours that is getting a little bit too open about their hate about you, you said no, doesn't stop him from carrying it on in secret tho.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Viktor & Rolf - GOOD FORTUNE (it's a women's perfume but he wears it because it was given by you.

Bonus..

╰ YUUKEN ENMA

was dropped on twisted wonderland alongside you. supported your acting career since the very moment you said you'll become an actress he's your number one fan. stayed behind to wait in NRC cause he's a guy ofc, often waits for you outside your audition buildings he likes to think he's one of those bfs that waits outside the rest room for their girlfriend to come back. you often bring him along on set if it's allowed and ppl often mistake him for a model or an athlete, he has a cameo in one of your movies too!

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Hugo, BOSS

╰ GRIM

he's a bit stinky. since yk y'all met him in the fantastically ruined dorm of ramshackle after all. okay maybe not. but he definitely avoids bath to the point yuu has to chase him all around the campus. basically your stinky child that won't let go of your legs once you visit ramshackle. he insists you take him with you on set and you always refused, yuu only got to go that one time because grim was stuck on crewel's office as punishment for breaking 22 vials of potions. when you do come home, you often bring him some blueberry pancakes from this one bakery down the street from your set. guess his scent adapts to whatever he always eats.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Blueberry Pancakes

[ventique18]

Warning: nonsense post that includes that delusional theory

The thought of a Crowley simp prefect is so funny bc if Malleus likes them and Crowley turns out to be his bio dad, then prefect becomes his stepdad/mom instead of his spouse. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His mom dies, his dad buys milk and never comes back, he falls in love with some random human, finds out his deadbeat dad's alive all along, then the love of his life marries his deadbeat dad instead instead of him. His life really is just a collage of misfortune and sadness at that point. It's like the world's literally shitting on him. 😭

[angelsdean]

you probably noticed this but: right after dean finishes telling the CBGB story, he says “john friggin winchester” and takes a shot, and the jacting joices in that moment are… god. i mean the jacting joices are there the entire time ofc but they kinda give *overemphasizing this as a ‘cool john’ story* to me at first, but in that final moment—dean purses his lips, he shifts in his seat, he stares into the distance… he looks bitter. it’s like dean allows himself to feel bitter about this story for just a second, when sam and cas are no longer looking at him ://

(the exact moment i’m talking about is in a gifset you reposted recently)

Yea there's definitely a vibe throughout the whole thing that he's like, telling it as this "funny anecdote" but underneath there's more feelings brewing about this story. Like the story itself comes up because Sam prompts him to tell it, so it's not even Dean's first thought.

Even Cas asking them "You loved your father?" and Dean's response, "With all I had" is like, on the surface you can take that as a positive statement but it's also pretty vague when you really poke at it. It's like, okay and how much love for your father DID you have? It's not the same as a resounding "Yes, of course!" It's more, "I loved him as much as I personally could, given everything." And I do think Dean loved his father. Dean is full of love and he cares even when people might not deserve it. But, we also know he's no stranger to criticizing his father (as he literally says in the next breath that John was not winning any Dad of the year awards) and acknowledging that he was put through shit he did not deserve at way too young of an age.

Even him saying "damn if he wasn't there when we needed him" it's, I mean, he's literally criticized John for being a deadbeat and leaving them and not answering the phone and putting them in danger before so this line immediately rings hollow. And in the context of the scene it makes sense that he'd say this to Cas because Cas is specifically asking them about John as a way of understanding what a father is supposed to do. He prefaces his questions about John with the fact that HE never knew his father and thus has little experience with this whole Claire situation. He's looking for guidance, so it makes sense that Dean would over-embellish a little and want to paint John in a better light for the sake of telling Cas that "yea a good dad is there for their kids." Which we Know John wasn't always there for them. (Side note but all of this ALSO ties into Rowena and Crowley's subplot this episode, how she abandoned HER kid, wasn't there for him, left him vulnerable but is trying to be there now etc etc. Thematically it's an episode abt imperfect parents and their children). And the fact that Sam prompts the story to me says that Dean was probably just going to leave it at that, simply giving his advice to Cas that good dads are always there for their kids.

But anyways, all this to say, I can definitely see Dean feeling bitter about the story at the end there. Especially as the happy little mood drops and he's no longer trying to "give advice" and is reminded of the case, Claire, and how his own experiences actually relate to hers. It's like he finishes telling the story Sam prompted him to tell in the first place and he remembers, "yeah and that was fucked up. and dad might've been there THEN but what about all the other times he left us vulnerable and open to be preyed on. and now Claire is in the hands of this pseudo-guardian who is also putting her in dangerous and vulnerable situations, and and and."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Mmmh I also don't agree much with the "Crowley is Malleus's dad" theory because it doesn't have solid proof or makes sense (yet) plot wise and because I believe Lilia would have recognized him. I think Crowley is somehow related perhaps? Given how his card dropped in the middle of chapter 7, maybe he has some sorta involvement without being Malleus's dad? Do you have any theories/thoughts yourself Miss Raven?

[Referencing this post!]

I like “Crowley is Malleus’s dad” as a crack theory, just because the idea feels so ridiculous and feeds into “Crowley is a deadbeat dad” jokes that have been circulating in the fandom since the very beginning.

In terms of canon though?? I feel like the theory makes a lot of sense if you don’t squint too hard and just assume vague details are solid evidence. Once you do start squinting, then a bunch of plot holes arise that would take several parts to explain 💦 Questions like, “why wouldn’t Lilia automatically recognize him?”, and, “why did he run so far away and/or never go home?”, “why doesn’t his voice sound similar to Malleus’s?” (something Lilia comments on), “why is he now the headmaster of NRC?”, “why does he continue to neglect his son?”, etc.

If we have to start making up convenient explanations (that don’t even have a solid basis most of the time) like convenient amnesia, the mask is enchanted to hide his identity, Crowley is purposefully putting on a fake voice, or, "it's magic", I think it can detract from the overall credibility since it only leads to more questions rather than concrete answers. I’m open to the idea if it does become canon (my beliefs have definitely been proven wrong before), but then TWST sure does have a TON to explain about Crowley’s history and intent 💀

(Sorry if you were hoping for an alternate theory from me, but right now the main story is way too vague with details about Malleus’s dad for me to draw a strong opposing theory. I’ve heard some suggest maybe Crowley is someone who knows of/is in contact with Levan, or maybe is even his familiar?? But that doesn’t seem entirely right either, particularly the latter since we don’t yet have a set of rules for how familiars work in TWST. Are they even able to assume human form like how Crowley presents???? Can they even legally hold jobs like headmaster???? So yeah, unfortunately I got nothing until the main story gives me something substantial and super relevant to chew on 🍖)