#dire crow

[saturnulysses]

dire crows need pats too~

[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, holding a bat after P.E: I'm not going to school tomorrow

Crowley, looking between Mc/Y/N/Yuu and the bat: And why is that perfect?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Because I fucking hate this school and it's unbearable workload (Crowley's workload)

Crowley: Understandable- Have a good day! And tomorrow! 😃

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, swinging the bat around: I better 🫵🏽

Crowley: ....😄

Dividers by/from @/cafekitsune

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#699 Adoption

Adopted!Yuu Being Crowley's assistant for NRC...

Adopted!Yuu*Not looking up from your phone, texting your adeuce duo* Hello, NRC

Crowley*on phone, panicked* Sweety, I got stabbed! Call ambulence-

Yuu suddenly hangs up, disinterested in the conversation. Next scene,You're is in Crowley's office as he presents you with a gift

Crowley: Happy Adoption Anniversary, Yuuyuu! I got you a little somethin'~

Adopted!Yuu: Is it a cure for Clinical Depression?

Crowley: I... Oh...

Adopted!Yuu*snatched the present and angrily slammed it on the floor*THEN, I DON'T WANT IT!

A large swarm of spiders suddenly emerges from the present box and swarm you up to your neck

Adopted!Yuu: UGHHH!

Crowley*suddenly hiding outside of the office window* I'm sorry! It was spiders!

Adopted!Yuu*annoyed, deadpan* Goddammit

Who should Adopted!Yuu...be crushing on and who is crushing on adopted yuu?...

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

the graphic for the new event type...

Magic ASSAULT Practice???? ?? ? ??? ? ? ? ??? ? 😭 HECK, WHY DOES THAT SOUND SO NEEDLESSLY VIOLENT... Crowley... what kind of cruel and unusual torment are you subjecting us to this time.../j Is this why the NRC students are so quick to pick fights with each other??? Because they literally take a class called "Magic Assault Practice"?????

[eternal-evergreens]

Excuse me, may I give you a request about yandere Dire Crowley and yandere Divus Crewel spanking female reader together all the time?

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Painful Pastimes, Playful Punishments"｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Post format: drabble

Paring: Yandere!Divus Crewel x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Dire Crowely

Word count: 809

Warnings: Spanking, Humiliation, Power Play, Steamy But Not Outright NSFW, Forced Relationship, Implied Drugging, Disassociation, Non-depicted NonCon

"Count."

You've done this before. It should be okay, right? You should be used to it by now. It should be fine. It should be—

"He said count, darling," Crewel coos, an underlying impatience in his tone.

"O...kay," you murmur. Then, remembering they hate when you're quiet, you say again, louder, "Okay."

"Okay?" Crewel asks, a rising anger in his voice. You pale.

"I-I mean, yes. Yes sir. Sirs. Yes Sirs."

"Good girl," says Crowley, a clawed hand reaching out to stroke your cheek. He wipes away a tear you hadn't even realised had fallen. "Ready?" You nod, the lump in your throat too large for you to trust your own voice.

In an instant, you're placed on your stomach over your captors laps as your skirt is lifted and your panties are dragged down. You feel tears welling up in your eyes as someone strokes the flesh of your ass. A warning of what's to come. The hand is ungloved, it always is. They take them off beforehand.

You can't look, you don't look. You close your eyes. How many times have you been through this? You should be used to it by now.

Without warning, a hand comes crashing down onto your cheek. You gasp, and the tears you had been holding in escape from your eyes like a tidal wave.

"O-one," you spit out weakly. How many were they going to do again? You can't remember. You can't even remember what you did, this time. All you can focus on is the pain. They always feed you something before a session, 'to ensure you have enough energy to make it through'. You think they're drugging you to make it hurt more.

Another hand, or maybe the same one. You can never tell. The searing agony is only intensified by the second blow, and you just barely manage to choke out, "Two."

"It seems our little dove is having trouble," Crowley purrs, running a hand through your hair in a mock attempt at comfort. "Should we go a little easier on her?"

"Perhaps we can treat her to something after," Crewel says. "But only if she's good."

A sob escapes you at the third slap.

"Oh dear, we're only a tenth of the way done and you're already struggling, pup?"

"Three..." you mutter, clenching your teeth.

"F...our..."

You're just barely holding it together.

"F-fi-ive..."

Your cries turn to full blown sobs, your body shaking with each breath. Whatever they gave you—and they must have gave you something—was working. You could focus on nothing but the sheer, agonizing pain emanating from your bare bottom.

"Ten..."

It hurts it hurts it hurts.

"Fifteen..."

It hurts.

"Twenty..."

You sniffle, but no tears come out.

"Twenty-five..."

Your tears have long since dried, replaced by stoic acceptance and a touch of dissociation. Your voice echos inside your own head, as if it was coming from some place far, far away. You think they can sense you're not entirely there, but if they do, they don't seem to care enough to acknowledge it.

"Thirty..."

If you were standing, you're sure you would have collapsed to your knees the second the word came out of your mouth. But you aren't standing, so all you can do is feel your body spasm, so disconnected from it that the pain feels foreign, like you're just holding on to it for someone else. Like it's not your own.

"She did good, didn't she?" Crowley says. "I think she deserves a reward."

"I agree," says Crewel. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. You go cold at the sound of two belts unbuckling.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

The bed is hot and sticky, but you can't bring yourself to move from it. Uncomfortable as it may be, the pain resulting from a session of punishment and two sessions of a so-called 'reward', you don't trust your legs to stand at all, much less carry you all the way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You don't think your two tormentors are willing to help, either, with the way Crewel is scrolling on his phone with a pipe in hand and Crowley is preening himself in the mirror. You sigh silently, having no choice but to accept your fate of lying listlessly for the next few hours until you can muster up the strength to leave and change the sheets (Crowley always promises to do it 'next time' and Crewel refuses to dirty his hands, leaving only you to clean up after their messes).

You wonder how much longer you'll have to live like this. How many more spankings you'll have to endure until you finally succeed. You wonder how many attempts to free yourself you'll have to fail before the two of them realize what you're truly up to.

You wonder if you'll ever see the light of day again, when that time comes.

[k-looking-glass-house]

What if Crowley uses "bird" vocabulary like Floyd with his marine nicknames....

Yes he's a crow ... Just imagine if he sees us as biiiiird~

Of course it's just my point of view, I am not a professional in ornithology, you might have your own idea about this one and I would definitely want to hear about it!

Mostly they are birds we could see in my country...

Let's go:

Ombrorio

Grim(m) -> Grey catbird (grey like Grimm, striped wings and can make cat noise....yes)

Yuu(sona) -> Sparrow (Crowley would definitely call Yuu a little sparrow....)

Night Raven College staff

Sam -> Painted bunting (small, vibrant, colorful, a rare sight to view)

Mozus Trein -> Eurasian skylark (classy, well known literally a french song about this bird "he sung it to Lucius as a kitten")

Ashton Vargas -> Pheasant (....the irony as his Disney counterpart is an hunter, but vibrant color)

Divus Crewel -> Great spotted woodpecker (literally screaming I am Cruella, fashion red, black and white bird)

Heartslabyul

Ace Trappola -> Nothern cardinal (red... funky feather style, fights their own mirror reflection...)

Deuce Spade -> Blue slaty bunting

Riddle Roseheart -> Robin (Hi Ciel Phantomhive...I mean Kuroshitsuji ref but look that little red face)

Trey Clover -> Nightingale (sorry Trey...Crowley is implying you can either sing...or can't...but you do have a perfect voice!)

Cater Diamond -> Pyrrhula (I love this little bird too....they became very rare by now, look this tiny orange one)

(Heartslabyul are literally the birds of Aurora in 2d "Sleeping beauty")

Savannaclaw

Jack Howl -> Owl (....this one is pretty obvious)

Leona Kingscholar -> "Savanna" eagle (yes... definitely a strong bird)

Ruggie Bucchi -> Speckled mousebird (listen to that bird you'll understand, also....that feather hairstyle!)

Octavinelle

Jade Leech -> Emperor penguin (tall...classy ...can't fly pfff)

Azul Ashengrotto -> Nothern gannet (verrryyy big, analystic-smart one, can't walk on land...)

Floyd Leech -> Snare penguin (unique appareance, multiple various vocalized sounds)

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim -> White falcon (precious, royal bird in a "maybe similar related country in our world")

Jamil Viper -> Red Parrot (or macaw) (obviously because of Iago)

Pomefiore

Epel Felmier -> Snow bunting (a "petite robuste" bird living in snow)

Vil Schoenheit -> Peacock (beautiful, handsome literally The Evil Queen's bird)

Rook Hunt -> Mallard (another irony for an hunter...but this bird is beautiful I mean it, and is found everywheerrre (like a stalker bird ha ha))

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud -> Blue jay (blue, black and blue stripes, funny enough the bird is stated to be noisy ha ha, Idia can be supah noisy sometimes too when setting his boundaries, GG Idia!)

Ortho Shroud -> Eurasian blue tit (a little fluffy bird, blue and yellow doing a very cute melodious sound, I love watching them...)

Diasomnia

Sebek Zigvolt -> Egyptian plover (yes....the bird on the crocodile's back...yes)

Malleus Draconia -> Great eared nightjar (it's a dragon bird....look at him)/I could have chosen Casoar too... but nope...

Lilia Vanrouge -> Anna's hummingbird (it's small, pink and changes color with light...like his hairs)

Silver -> Nine-primaried oscines (a cute lovely bird in our woods, pink and blue)

Thanks National Geographic....

It's just pure fanon brainstorming... I'm sorry...

bird photos were mostly took from "Wikipedia"

[lucius-official]

CALLING ALL NRC STUDENTS/STAFF

Are you sick and tired of being a pawn in Dire Crowley's twisted game?? Of being used to boost his own ego? Of always fighting his battles while he cozies up in the safety of his office neglecting to pay his child support??

Then join the rebellion. Rise up against the birdman. And take back your freedom.

We will storm Dire Crowley's office on the morrow and remove Crowley from his position of power by force.

(Bring your own pitchforks/broomsticks/nukes-and prepare to lay down your lives for the cause)

It's time for the Crow to fall 🐦‍⬛❌️✊️

[mewshuuartblog]

damn, that old man threw it so hard it knocked crowley off his broom

secret secrets~

[adrianasunderworld]

The Miss Yuu pulling a Harhui thing, but it was Crowleys idea.

After the whole ordeal at orientation and the sorting ceremony, Crowley shows them Ramshackle, and that's when Yuu takes off the hood and reveals she is a girl. Crowley has an "Oh shit" moment, because a lone girl in this all boys school could raise all sorts of problems, admittedly in a plan that was not thought through, but he panicked, Crowley tells her not to tell any of the other students. He gets her baggy clothes, if she has long hair it's either tied up or she chooses to cut it, maybe he gives her a charm to look more masculine when it's worn. And Miss Yuu carries on with this ruse for however long she can. The only people in the know from the start being, Crowley, Grim, and the staff, along with Ace and Deuce at the end of the prologue.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Unfamiliar

Part 2

Demon!Grim gets summoned by a bunch of kids accidentally and immediately decides to adopt them in retaliation

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Grim tried not to look too put upon as the kids rubbed his head. It wasn’t hard — it was, kind of, a nice feeling, just a little embarrassing.

At least cats aren’t particularly expressive creatures.

“What should we call him?” Trinity mused.

“Are we sure it’s a ‘him’?” Deuce asked.

The three kids hesitated, briefly.

“If Trinity says it’s a him then it probably is,” decided Ace. “That demon guy said ‘create’ a lot, didn’t he? It’s probably her choice, then.”

They nodded their agreement, vehemently, their faces bright red.

Oh thank Satan for the innocence of children.

“So… names,” said Ace, leaning back against the bed with a frown. “If we go with our usual pattern, he’s number four, so… I don’t know. Cater?”

“That’s too close to a cat pun. No puns allowed,” Deuce said immediately, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And it’ll be really confusing if we ever do get a real ‘Four’,” added Trinity.

There was a moment of silence. A kind of bitterness that suggested their fake names were not something as simple as the three of them being from the same friend group. Unless they just really didn’t want to have a fourth friend, but… Grim was getting a bad feeling about all of this.

Ace cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the tension. “Great, well, do you have any bright ideas?”

“Uhhhhhh…” Deuce tipped his head back thoughtfully. “Maybe… I don’t know. He’s all black ‘n stuff. Shadow?”

“Basic,” Trinity huffed. “I vote we call him ‘Fluffy’.”

“And you said my idea was basic?”

“Yes,” Trinity said, no remorse to be seen. “And he’s my familiar, so I should get to choose his name.”

Ace smirked. “But don’t you belong to me? So, I kind of outrank you on this.”

Grim had no real eyebrows to raise, but they still raised in spirit. He still wasn’t sure what Ace was, but saying someone ‘belonged to him’ was certainly interesting.

Trinity blinked. “Oh. Maybe?”

He pressed a hand to his chest, winking. “Lucky for you, I’m actually a good owner, so I’ll let you choose.”

“You pulled my hair this morning, Mr. ‘Good Owner’,” Trinity said.

“That was an accident and you know it! Braids are hard, y’know! Especially when you have claws! And Deuce would have done way worse!”

“Why am I being dragged into this?!” Deuce complained.

Trinity stuck her tongue out at him. “Because your naming skills suck.”

“True,” said Ace.

Deuce huffed.

He opened his mouth to say something.

Only for him to be cut off by Trinity, who jumped to her feet, all traces of amusement gone from her face. “He’s home early. Why is he home early?”

“What?!” said Deuce. “But — but he’s never early!”

“Maybe it’s Deuce’s mom trying to get in again?”

“Nonono. Unless she’s gotten a witch’s help, she wouldn’t know the weak spots in my wards. And a witch would just dismantle them. It’s him,” Trinity said, grabbing the comforter by the door and throwing it onto the bed. “Someone get the rug.”

Deuce was quick to do so, pulling out the rug (he struggled a little with the sheer size of it) and rolling it out over the summoning circle.

“Fluffy!” called Ace, looking at Grim, who remembered — belatedly — that ‘Fluffy’ was him. Ace was smiling in a way that was entirely too forced. “Get under the bed, please.”

Grim may not know what was going on, but he didn’t need to be convinced. Whatever was about to happen, it was very obvious it was not going to be good. And an unregulated ‘familiar’ wasn’t likely to help things.

He slipped under the bed, drawing the shadows around himself, allowing his form to lose some of its shape, until he had blended as much as was feasibly possible.

That problem solved, Trinity lunged for Ace, almost knocking the boy to the ground in the process. She wrapped her hands around his, tightly, murmuring a healing spell under her breath.

Tension slipped from Ace’s shoulders. For all of three seconds, before he seemed to remember that they were supposed to be panicking.

Deuce’s hands flickered with light. His expression slightly pained, he fashioned a shirt out of nothing.

“Do you think there’s time to get him some water?” Ace asked, turning away briefly to change into it.

“No, definitely not,” Trinity said, shaking her head, rapidly. “I don’t — is there anything we’re missing?”

There was a knock on the door. Delicate, barely there.

The way the room lapsed into silence made the single sound deafening, though.

The kids dropped into kneeling positions. Ace did it a little too quickly, skinning his knees on the ground in the process.

No one said a word about it, because they were too concentrated on something else:

The door swung open.

A man stood in the doorway, dressed in opulent clothing. The world past the doorway was all marble and gold.

Grim got a sinking feeling in his gut. Because this person was clearly well off. There was no reason for this room to be bare.

Maybe the kids were minimalists?

Grim sure hoped so.

“Good afternoon, Sir!” the three kids chorused, the very picture of innocence.

Their expressions began to crack the longer the man stared at them.

“Your wards were easier to get past than usual,” he said.

Trinity swallowed thickly. “You’re home early. I — I wasn’t done yet.”

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly doubtful, but then he paused. He sniffed the air, and cringed, bringing a hand up to pinch his nose.

Light flickered in Deuce’s palms, and he rushed to the man, giving him a handkerchief. It was the same fabric as Ace’s shirt, bland in color and probably scratchy in texture, but it would work.

The man took it, delicately covering his nose. Deuce started to head back to his spot on the floor.

The man caught him by the wrist, dragging his hand up to see the deep cuts in his palms.

“Your hands are bleeding,” the man said, flatly. “That explains why this room smells of blood.”

Deuce looked at the ground. “I cut myself while making myself breakfast.”

“And you didn’t ask Three to heal you because…?”

Deuce flushed, glancing at Trinity, who was making a good show of looking somewhat shocked and hurt.

“I didn’t want her to be in pain,” Deuce said.

“It’d just make a new cut on my hands. It wouldn’t be anything new.”

“It might even help her with her wards,” said the man, smiling coldly.

“Maybe it would,” she agreed, quietly.

The alarm clock went off. Everyone jumped. Especially Grim, who hit his head on the mattress frame. Thankfully, the alarm was loud enough to cover up the sound.

The man hummed as he stepped around the three kids to look at the alarm. Ace’s hand, briefly, reached toward it, as if he was tempted to try to hide it, only to instantly recoil.

“I see, so…” The man snoozed the alarm. “This alarm is when you three actually start your chores for the day.”

“Well — well, we mostly just do routine maintenance,” Deuce rushed to explain. “It doesn’t take that long…”

“What I’m hearing is that I can give you three more work and not have any problems,” the man said.

The kids looked a little pale. Especially Trinity.

“Sir,” she said. “I don’t have enough blood to do more...”

“Then you can use the extra time to try to learn more complicated wards. You do know how to read, yes?”

Trinity twiddled her thumbs. “I… I can, but… magic books are really hard. The words are all weird and when you get things wrong it —.”

“I suppose it’s a good thing you’ll have plenty of time to practice, then.” He knelt and scooped up the alarm clock. “Speaking of practice… this is some complicated craftsmanship, Two. I’m impressed.”

Deuce nodded, warily. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Your creation magic is improving. I’d like you to spend your free time creating things we can sell. All of the water you may need for this will be provided, of course.”

The boy grimaced, but nodded.

Finally, the man turned to Ace. “As for you… hm… I don’t know if there’s much more I can give you to do. I’d say you could help Three with the defenses, but…”

Ace winced. “I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t do it aga —!”

The man made a strange sound with his mouth. Or… a normal sound, perhaps, but it sounded garbled to Grim’s ears. The kind of sound that only came when a Name was invoked.

Ace’s pupils dilated to the size of pinpricks. He didn’t finish his sentence. He probably couldn’t.

Grim realized, abruptly, what was going on. The fake names, the way Trinity had complained about hers getting stolen again, the panic that had appeared the moment they realized that the man — the faerie — was home.

He was going to tear the guy's throat out with his teeth. Let’s see him invoke their Names when he couldn’t speak.

The faerie was completely unaware of the growing malice hiding just beneath the bed:

“I suppose the treasury should be growing in size rather rapidly…” he continued to think aloud, as if he had never been interrupted. “That should be enough work to keep you busy…”

With no further ado, the faerie left, throwing a wave behind him, telling them to enjoy their last easy day while they could.

For a moment, the three kids were silent.

Ace buried his face in his hands. “He didn’t even let me keep the alarm clock…”

Deuce sighed and reached over, patting him on the back. “I’m sorry, man. When I figure out how to make things out of plastic, maybe he’ll let you have it.”

Ace looked doubtful. But he nodded regardless.

The three kids, reluctantly, parted ways. Grim followed at Trinity’s heels, watching her go about her… ‘chores’, to put it lightly.

The lawns were beautifully maintained, so much so that even Grim, at his rather low vantage point, could tell how much work had gone into them. It was, frankly, as if the greenery knew what was the nicest looking arrangement, and grew itself accordingly.

They were being held by an earth faerie, then.

Unless, Grim thought bitterly, he has another kid somewhere that he hasn’t met yet.

Trinity, unaware of the murder plans brewing just a few feet away, went about as usual, checking the wards. They were shockingly well-constructed for a person of her age, though that only worried Grim more — how much blood had she lost over this? He would be concerned about an adult losing this much blood.

Damn, she really could have used a familiar. Though, from what he’d heard, she’d had no intentions of using him for the classic reasons. Once or twice, as if an afterthought, she tried to channel some of his mana, but it hadn’t worked — obviously, he wasn’t actually a familiar. Thankfully, she just assumed that she was doing something wrong, and didn’t seem all that concerned with it.

The sun had just begun to sunk beneath the horizon by the time she had finished, sighing. Her face was a touch pale, her hands shaking just slightly. At least she wasn’t in danger of passing out, Grim was pretty sure.

Though, he thought as he watched her step inside and immediately start picking at the scabs on her hands, this may not be the case for long. She floated up to the ceiling.

Grim followed suit, if only because she crossed her arms and glared at him when he tried to walk normally.

He soon figured out why, though — Deuce could be found a few hallways down, a rather large puddle of water at his feet. He was talking to the water (or, Grim supposed, the water spirits), thanking them over and over again for helping him clean.

He glanced up at Trinity as she passed.

“Don’t track blood on the floors, please?”

“I’ll try not to,” she said, sighing. “But I still think you should have dominion over blood, too. It’s, like, mostly water.”

“Yeah, well, you can take that up with God when you see him.”

She huffed. “That’s not fair, I won’t be seeing God for ages.”

“It might be sooner than you think if I have to clean up your blood again!”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and then continued off down the hallway.

She poked her head into the kitchen for a moment. Ace was humming to himself as he prepared a few dishes. He’d grown a scale-covered tail since Grim saw him last, but Trinity didn’t seem all that concerned so it couldn’t have been a completely new development.

Maybe he’s a Shifter, Grim thought, though he doubted it. Shifters didn’t do things by halves. If a Shifter wanted to look like a human, it would, and Grim would be none the wiser. The claws and — now — tail sprouting from Ace suggested that he was something else.

Something that would be good in the kitchen, maybe? Grim mused, watching Ace pause briefly to toss Trinity a water bottle. But apparently he keeps track of the treasury, too. And he used to protect the place, too…

Grim could not, for the life of him, find any overlap.

What could he say? He didn’t make a habit of using random children for free labor. He’d never really felt a need to consider the mundane, everyday uses of the skill sets of specific species.

Trinity doubled back, briefly, to give Deuce the water bottle and then, finally, headed back to their room. She dropped to the floor in a heap and laid there for a minute. Grim was half-convinced that, had he not nudged her with his paw, she would have fallen asleep right then and there.

Instead she, hugging Grim to her stomach, flopped into bed. And, without even bothering with the blankets, she immediately passed out cold.

Deuce came in not much later, scratching his cheek absently, leaving behind ashy streaks everywhere his nails touched. He was a little bit more dignified, getting into bed, but only to ensure Trinity’s sleep wasn’t disturbed.

He pressed himself against her back for warmth, an arm wrapped loosely around her (he jumped, just slightly, when his hand brushed Grim’s tail). After a beat where he seemed to consider the temperature of the room, he pulled the blankets over both of them and then promptly fell asleep as well.

Ace didn’t come in until much later, three plates laden with food on his arms and a jug of water balanced atop his head. He set it all down on the end of the bed so he could poke his friends awake.

They grumbled wordlessly at him, sleepily trying to evade his attempts to bring them back to the world of the living. Deuce turned his head and spat a thin stream of water at Ace, who avoided it with practiced ease. Trinity let go of Grim in favor of turning around and burying her face in Deuce’s chest to try and hide from Ace.

Ace considered his friend's attempts for a moment, his hands on his hips.

And then his lips twitched into a sly grin.

The tail was back, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Trinity and Deuce screamed at the cold scales looped around their waists, pulling them bodily out of bed. They were awake now, but they definitely wished they weren’t, from the looks of things. They squirmed in Ace’s hold, to no avail.

“Okay okay! I’m up! Let me go! You’re sooooo cooooold,” Deuce complained.

“I know you can warm this thing up when you want to, you're just doing this to be mean!”

“Should’ve woken up the first time,” Ace said, unrepentant. Then, he smiled. “Food time!”

The pair of kids slumped over the tail, pouting up a storm, even as plates piled high with food were set in front of them.

Ace handed the one full of watermelon to Deuce. Then, he set a meat dish down for himself — carnivorous, maybe? Trinity was the only one with a ‘balanced’ meal, by human standards, with a few fruits, vegetables, and pieces of meat.

He poured two glasses of water, and then handed the rest of the jug to Deuce, who chugged the whole thing in one go.

At least their basic needs are being met, Grim thought, though it wasn’t much of a win. If the kids got sick (or worse), their free labor would be inaccessible.

The dinner was a quiet affair. Mostly because Trinity and Deuce were still too asleep to bother with a real conversation. Ace didn’t seem to mind, so long as he got to keep his tail wrapped around them. Neither seemed to mind it. In fact, the moment she’d eaten her fill, Trinity started to slump over it, her eyes slipping closed.

Ace smiled and, once Deuce had cleared his plate, lifted the both of them back into bed with ease. It didn’t take long before the blankets were wrapped around them once again.

Ace glanced at Grim. “Doing alright there, Fluffy?”

Grim blinked at him, before nodding, however slightly.

Ace smiled and patted him on the head. “Good. Sorry that your first day here was so stressful, usually it’s not quite this bad.”

Grim didn’t know how to say the words ‘It is not your fault your Name is under the control of a horrible man’ without actually speaking, so he simply nuzzled against his hand a bit and then crawled into his lap.

(He would start purring, just to emphasize things, but he wasn’t really sure how to do that, either…)

Ace smiled, faintly, scratching him behind the ears briefly. And then he turned to his two friends. They still looked worse for wear, but marginally better than they had been before eating.

He sighed, pulling Trinity’s hair into his lap so he could fix her braid. Then, he turned to Deuce, a bottle of lotion in his hand, rubbing it into his face liberally, trying to get some moisture back into him to ensure the water faerie wouldn’t dehydrate.

He looked rather pleased with himself when he was done making sure his friends didn’t fall apart.

“What would you two do without me, huh?” he teased.

They were dead asleep, so they didn’t answer, but Ace beamed as if they had praised him regardless.

And then he sighed, gently pushing Grim from his lap so he could shift forms.

But not as a Shifter might. It was not a gradual process, where it was difficult to tell when, exactly, the change had happened.

No, Ace’s shift was abrupt. One second he was a boy, perfectly normal save for the claws and tail, and the next moment he was a long, scale-covered beast with four clawed hands and a large face that was pulled into a seemingly permanent, toothy smile.

A dragon.

… Ace was a dragon.

A dragon who lived in an empty room.

Nevermind. Their basic needs weren’t being met at all. There were no nesting materials, nothing for a dragon to hoard — no wonder he had said he ‘owned’ Deuce and Trinity, he had nothing else he could own! The faerie was doing the bare minimum to keep them alive, and nothing more!

Grim wasn’t going to kill that damn faerie anymore.

He was going to personally make the rest of his long life Hell!

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[fair-night-starry-tears]

Darling’s Pokémons!

Soulveon(prev Sylveon)

Darling old friend came from the realm of the spirit to wait for her, waited too long but she was back at her best friends arms and always always stay by her side the most. Despite being the ghost type, she’s oddly the most loveliest singer with an eerie voice. Sofie always remains by her sister side. Also extra fact, Sofie actually learned to speak perfect English, but she messes the hell outta everyone’s Pokémons with it and talk like a normal Pokémon. She still does to this day. And no she isn’t sorry for it.

Espurr:

Darling had found Espurr recently when she only had Soulveon, and named her Charlotte. She forgotten to tell most of Ramshackle of Espurr and everyone thought she was the new toy she got. Until Charlotte purred at everyone and now Darling owes everyone lunch

Banette/Benny:

Funfact: you all know about the Pokédex of Banette. But actually, Banette isn’t after Darling. He’s actually a doll from a boy who abandoned him, and when he was searching for him. Darling found him and taken him in as her new friend. He’s forever grateful to be cared for. He does play a little tricks on her. But she likes them too.

Shiny Gardevoir:

Funny thing is that Darling only found a shiny Kirila, and didn’t show herself as a threat. Rather a caring companion, she gave Kirila a snack and instantly became her Pokémon when Chrissy joined her team. She evolved oddly fast to a Gardevoir but Darling was proud of her.

Grimmsnarl (oh y’all didn’t expect a Dark Fairy beast)

Funny thing is this used to be the second evolution and this time she genuinely threw some hands because some Pokémon thought it’ll be funny to take the doll of her mother she carries around, this girl won but this Pokémon got some respect and became her Pokémon. Both from respect and fear, and few training months later, he became Grimmsnarl. Named Ethan. (Whoever gets Banette and Grimmsnarl, yes I saw that show and yes these two are gonna be them)

Rookidee

Okay she found this Pokémon in the attic, with horde of people foods and fabrics to stay there. And she had never told a soul about this one. But it turns out this one Rookidee is actually her dad’s Corviknight kid. Who is also a young lady like herself. So now she’s partners with Lucy. And helps trains Lucy to be a great fighter, and never separate them. Unless you will be clawed. By either.

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[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I want to go home, please

Crowley: ....why do you want to go home Mc/Y/N/Yuu?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, arms spread out to show the disaster of the overblot: Are you on drugs?? ARE YOU FUCKING ON DRUGS??

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, pointing aggressively at the disaster: WHY DO I WANT TO GO HOME?!

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#218 Its on SIGHT

Neige*nervously approaching Yuu* Heyyyy… you…!

Yuu: Oh, hey. You’re one of those RSA students whose school is enemies of my freaky classmates

Neige: Yeah*chuckles* Sorry if that’s weird

Yuu: It’s cool. their beef ain’t mine, I’m not paid enough to care...

Neige*nervously* Yeah! Yeah. I’m Neige!

Yuu: Okay. *mimics his nervous tone and smile* I’m Yuu!

Neige: That’s hot-... I mean!, like, literally, y'know, it's getting hot!... y'know, Probably. Right? *bites lip nervously*

Yuu: Uh, yeah?*chuckles and shrugs at him* I guess, But my friends call me Shrimpy/Potato/Herbivore

Neige: Oh, yeah? I wish I had friends! *chuckles nervously* I mean... No, I mean, I don’t... I… I don’t have friends?*Almost wants to hide away from further embarrassing himself*

Crowley arrives and stands between them

Crowley: Am I... interrupting something?*His Dad senses were tingling*"NOT ANOTHER THE BOYS OF MY COLLEGE WAS BAD NOT RSA NOW"

Neige: No, sir Just having a conversation*Confused why the Headmage appeared all of a sudden*

Crowley: “Conversation” leads to HPV!*Poking Neige's chest with a glare*

who wants more of this?

[pottedplant53]

[Chapter 7 spoilers]

The Crowley = Revan theory has me in a chokehold-

I'm choosing to believe that it's true purely bc the reveal would be so fucking funny

[ghostwise]

One AU that pops into my head occasionally is what I call the 'no origin deaths' AU. Basically: Tamlen and Mahariel join the Wardens, and the Warden contract is taken by Zevran, Taliesen, and Rinna.

[honeyuuyuu]

found yet another un-posted stuff-

i think it was inspired by this- yeah definitely-

anyways is this your headmaster???

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