A Little Birdie Told Me These Things

I’m Monger, and this is my side blog where I’ll be posting my writing, thoughts, and maybe a few drawings. I’m not too sure how active I’m going to be on here, but I’ll try to post at least semi-regularly? Maybe?

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Mal from Descendants AND her mother? Green.

Malleus and Maleanor Draconia from Twisted Wonderland? Green.

Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent? Green.

Once Upon a Time’s Maleficent? Green.

They’re all based on the same Green source material. There’s no reason for them to NOT be Greened up.

He didn’t need janitors, he had a Prefect for that. He didn’t need maintenance, either; nothing was too out of order, and he didn’t see anything breaking anytime soon.

There.. Was the issue of the students’ meals, however. Without the cafeteria staff, there’d be no breakfast, lunch, or dinner, and that was a problem. Luckily, Crowley was nothing if not a wonderful, dutiful, considerate Headmage! Naturally, he took it into his own hands.

The students that were the first to get to the cafeteria in the early morning were greeted by the sight of their beloved Headmage wearing an apron over his suit snd and a hairnet underneath his hat. And the biggest, brightest smile on his face, of course. Frankly, they were terrified, but they took their food regardless and sat as far away from him as possible.

The food tasted like a mainland hospital had catered for the day. The student body had no words to describe the eggs other than “Eugh Oh My Sevens I’m Not Putting That In My Mouth”. Breakfast was strange, lunch was peculiar, and dinner was downright alarming. For a creature who loves food so much, the Headmage certainly did not know what he was doing in the kitchen.

HERE IT ISSSSS I FOUND IT HAHAHAHA

I don’t remember what the fanfic was called, but I came across a work on Ao3 that went into a little bit of detail about Crowley’s forgetfulness; how he had to write things down so they wouldn’t slip past him, how Trein reminded him of things that happened, and most importantly, how none of the other teachers or any of the students knew about his forgetfulness. It was such a perfect headcanon and explanation that as soon as I started reading it, my head exploded. I need to find it again.

..How’d your parents’ divorce go? Messy? Aw. What a shame. How’d you cope as a little kid? Stress eating? Hm. How many friends did you have in elementary and middle school? Oh, what’s that? You preferred staying to yourself? No friends? I get that. You got bullied? Yeah. You mostly still like staying to yourself to this day and don’t keep friends for long? Uh-huh. You like dressing up and acting all fancy around other people, even when you’re not doing anything important? I do that, too. It’s fun. What else? Oh, you feel like you constantly have to prove your worth by doing and wearing certain things to impress people? Imagine that. You hate it when people are actually more impressive than you, and in turn, start hating yourself? Golly. You can’t stand to look at pictures of your childhood because of how you looked or acted, and you can’t even focus on how happy you used to be because you’re blinded by your own self-loathing? You fluctuate between not eating anything aside from a few leaves of lettuce to eating everything in sight with no control? You’re so focused on your own success, image, skills, and achievements that you can’t think about anything else sometimes? Wowza.