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Henlo, my chold/p I love you’re writing so much, and I’m happy you’re coming back! What would platonic Divus Crewel think of his student doodling fashion sketches in class?
• Designer's Dilemma •
Hello n.n, honestly I do miss trying my hand on the writing side of things but I’ll always come back no matter how long the leave. This request was definitely a joy to make, I’m a bit of a sucker for proud staff moments but shhhhh
When you're caught sketching in class:
Professor Crewel isn’t as hard to please as most immediately assume, as long as you follow his instructions down to a t then you're set for a good day!... assuming you know how to follow directions, that is.
Alright we can admit that it's a bit hard to the point that some exaggerated takes regarding crewel's cruelty doesn't feel exaggerated. And those lamentations are valid!- as valid as Crewel getting mad when someone isn't paying attention to his current lectures.
Sometimes puppers need discipline, without your attention on him you're prone to slipping up on the actual experiment itself and would you want that? Of course not, the danger it poses is too much of a risk for him to simply be relaxed about hence his uptight teaching methods.
Now picture his reaction when he was thoroughly observing his students taking down notes, his previous lecture written on the black board littered with formula after formula., only to see something else on your paper. This was Alchemy class so one would at least be mindful when it came to what they jotted down on their notes.
He stopped walking along the aisle of seats, eyes squinting to the contents of your writings which, apparently had the finished lecture notes on the left side while the right was covered in faceless figures, all showing off different types of clothing wear.
He takes another step towards your seat, this time finally being able to glimpse over your hunched shoulder, two to three sketches he counted, were these all from your own musings? Initially he was about to call you out, you were one of his more tolerable puppies but that unjustified disappointment was easily replaced with general intrigue instead, finding the unfinished designs pleasant so far. If you hadn't finished your work he might’ve given a word or two but for now he let's your behavior slide.
"A belt buckle would balance that part."
His sudden and quaint advice barely registered within earshot, the Alchemy professor walking past your desk without even sparing you a glance garnering you to think whether you imagined that line or not.
Your suspicions grew futile as days passed, a routine of off handed comments being thrown left and right to which you idly followed...some helping your work and some simply not suiting your taste. Regardless this back and fourth insight brought an odd sense of bonding between the Alchemy proffesor and his dear student.
One day you finally gathered the courage to actually go up to him after class hours, your proper sketchbook in hand and a determined huff before knocking on the staff door. He let's you in without much stepback, you open the door to him seated at his desk some papers stacked neatly to his side. He beckons you to come over and gestures for you to open your sketchbook- immediately knowing what you were here for.
Proffesor Divus Crewel doesn't admit it out loud, but he finds your work promising, your creativity shone with every swift brush stroke holding together the blotches of colors into one eye catching piece. You may not be a full fledged professional but you were definitely on the right track into becoming one should you wish to pursue this as a career. And until then he'd be there to keep you on that track, after all it's his job to keep a puppy's nose on the right scent, yes?
"Why you ask? Simply put its my duty"
A duty he fulfills wholeheartedly.
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