#twistedlegacies

Nieve let out a noise of frustration, throwing herself angrily on to one of the couches in the Ramshackle dorm’s sitting area. It was firm, and not very comfortable, with entirely too much give to the cushions as most old sofas usually have. She was sure that Uncle Dire would say something about how they were antique or vintage, or some other word that people use when they want old and worn out things to sound appealing. But really they were just old. She loved her uncle, she really did, but sometimes it seemed like he was hell bent on doing as little work as possible. And updating their dorm, which so badly needed it, was clearly something he had been managing to avoid. 

“Sometimes I hate this place. No one even likes stipes anyway. What a stupid couch.” 

She pouted and grumbled into the very cushions she was insulting, her hand idly finding a split in the seat and picking at it. Her annoyance wasn’t at the couch, of course. She wasn’t that melodramatic. But something needed to feel her ire, and she couldn’t exactly go around yelling about what was really bothering her. The last thing that she needed was her uncle or brothers finding out that she was being picked on. And on top of that, she couldn’t let it get back to the bullies either. She refused to let them know how much they affected her. She had to stay strong. She was a fae, damn it! She might not have magic like the rest of her people, but she had pride! 

Chuka, chuka, chuka. The repetitive sound of a sewing machine being hard at work from within the personal work room. Harold came up with an idea for a wedding dress that seemed suitable for sale and began to work almost immediately. Yet he stopped hearing someone enter. Glancing over one shoulder before getting up and taking a couple steps into the main area , offering up a smile.

" Oh hello....on.. time I believe. "

[ From @twisted-legacies . Sorry about the anon. It's a side blog. ]

❛  wait! we can't- ❜ a girl with brunette hair wrapped in a ponytail came running up to the ebony haired princess in yellow, red and blue before she stopped herself after looking at the princess' face.

❛  oh Magic, i’m so sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜  the girl said, as she backed off from Snow White with a shy look on her face, like she clearly was embarrassed she mistook Snow White for someone else.

Snow was a bit startled at first and her face contorted into one of worry. This was the first time she recalls being mistaken for someone else but that wasn’t the matter here.

Quentin, clearly sleep-deprived and confused looking with a pile of papers around her and piles of coffee in the trash:

Hold on Crowley. If you're my dad, do I have a mother or another father or other parental figure or are you single dad???

Do I have siblings??? Am I the oldest of the siblings?!

Is Grim our cat and Night Raven College our house???

What about my biological parents and my siblings, are we just gonna pretend they don't exist and you adopt me anyways????

Do I have to sign some papers about this? Am I becoming the next headmaster or a staff member when you retire? Are you gonna become a nobleman too??? Are you gonna take over my homeland for the money???? You gonna make me divorce my spouses?!

@twisted-legacies

Unprompted Asks [ Always Accepting ]

As much as he was happy to be entertaining all of Quentin’s questions, first thing’s first.

“QUENTIN NIGHTY SALLOW!” The strictness in his voice was apparent, enhanced even more by the seemingly annoyed slant of the golden orbs behind his mask. Right now, the disappointment that coursed through his veins couldn’t even make him decide if he wanted to cry or if he wanted to be furious. Definitely though, it was somewhere in between those two. “I do believe that I have made myself clear time and time again about eating healthily!” So what in the sweet merciful Seven were ALL of these emptied cups of coffee?! Did she not know that an excessive amount of caffeine was bad for the body? “Part of being a great mage is being responsible for your health. If you do not get enough nutrients, you will never be able to grow well, or be fit enough to perform magic. And even staying up late when you can CLEARLY ask ALL of these to me in the morning, or after classes have ended…”

“I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU FALL ILL BECAUSE OF THIS!” Eat well, sleep well. These were all important but basic requirements for young, budding mages. He would clear his throat then, before finally continuing on with the topic at hand.

“Before I answer you questions, I would like you to apologize to Grim-kun in the morning. He may be a beast, but he is one of the promising students of Night Raven College-- which is to make myself absolutely clear, NOT OUR HOUSE-- and therefore not a pet.” If only Grim would extend his eagerness in his classes however, he would be truly commendable. “And speaking of the School, I do regret to inform you that it is not my call to decide who takes over the mantle once my retirement is in sight. There is a Board tasked with the appointments, I’m afraid that I do not have much influence over their decisions.” As he himself had also been appointed by these people.

“Ahem. Now, going back. To put it simply, you my dear came from an egg. I found and nurtured you all by my kind, gracious, and lonesome self. The egg hatched and poof! You, my dear Quentin were born.” A soft chuckle would resound within the room as a clawed, gloved hand offers the young girl a pat on the head. From the tone of this whole egg-shenanigan tale, it was clear that he was joking. Surely, these were things that he wasn’t ready to share with this adopted daughter of hers just yet. For now, what’s important is that she gets some rest. It was late, and all this caffeine in her system does no real good. It was time for her to sleep.

“Now close your eyes, and take your rest. Put your mind at ease. No one’s homeland will be overtaken for money.” Tempting as it sounded, but he would never do such a thing. Night Raven College was a respectable institution running on proper tuition and donations. “And so long as your spouses are good to you, Papa won’t have to separate you from them, for I am truly very kind.” And as he says these words, the air around him seems to sparkle just a bit. The effects weren’t instantaneous, but it would make the atmosphere easier to sleep through. As Crowley drew his hand away from atop Quentin’s head, he would turn to leave.

Her Quentin senses are tingling. If she catches her, there's gonna be a whole bunch of love and affection here. She's had enough for one day. Rain check, rain check!

Professor Crewel! I have a question about you and Professor Harold's relationship. I've. . . heard rumors among. . . the students, let's say. . . that you and Professor Harold only married because Professor Harold was once one of the best furriers in the world and Professor Harold from a rich bloodline you wanted money from. . . and you're. . . Not very nice to him behind closed doors. Is it true?! Please tell me it's not!

Come bother my muse about their crush/ships in my inbox! (Accepting)

" rumours about the teachers. My my. There is not a single trained puppy amongst the litter. " Divus drew out his words yet there was a hint of anger behind it. A warning which even he knew would not be taken seriously at all. This was simply students coming up with baseless rumours for gossip. It all paled in comparison to the rumours they dealt with at the beginning and even to their marriage. Both arms were crossed.