Ashe. She/Her. 33.

🪞 Headcanon CV: Kana Hanazawa

🪞 Birthday: December 22 (Capricorn)

🪞 Dominant hand: Right

🪞 Height: 167 cm. (5’6”)

🪞 Favorite food: Curry rice

Least favorite food: Bland foods

🪞 Nicknames: Itohikibera-chan/fairy wrasse (by Floyd), mesu okami/she-wolf (by Leona), Mademoiselle Rebelle/Miss Rebel (by Rook), pink potato (by Vil, at first)

🪞 She’s 17 years old, the newly-elected representative of her class at the start of the main story.

🪞 Her adoptive parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lumine, moved from the UK to Japan, so she’s born British-Japanese. She’s basically a twisted version of Mary Poppins in terms of her personality.

🪞 They named her Opal, though they also address her by her birth name Yutaka.

🪞 Long and wavy pink hair, gray eyes with a touch of blue, and fair skin with freckles.

🪞 Blunt, polite, resourceful, stern, witty, diplomatic, highly intuitive. Can be rebellious when the situation calls for it. A leader in her own right while simultaneously avoiding taking away from the housewardens’ role as leader.

🪞 She’s a member of the Gastronomy and Equestrian clubs, though she voluntarily attends other clubs if asked.

🪞 Opal’s hobbies include gardening, sewing, journaling, and scrapbooking.

🪞 She writes letters as a way to express her emotions, though she doesn’t send them to the people she writes them to.

🪞 Her way of dealing with her experiences in Twisted Wonderland is through dissociation, though there are times when she reaches her breaking point.

🪞 She isn’t afraid to speak her mind and will put her foot down if necessary.

🪞 A closeted goth, an avid reader of Greek mythology.

🪞 Hates Crowley, likes the rest of the school faculty.

🪞 Favorite subjects: History of Magic, Culinary Crucibles, Art, Musicology, Astrology

Least favorite subjects: Mathematics, Enigmics, Potionology, Toxicology

🪞 Opal jokingly calls most of the boys her found brothers, though she does treat them like equals.

🪞 Close friends: Ace Trappola, Grim, Deuce Spade, Ortho Shroud, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Skully J. Graves, Jack Howl, Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia

Neutral: Rollo Flamme, Rook Hunt, Sebek Zigvolt, Ruggie Bucchi, Jamil Viper, Rielle Corallia, Minajael Tealrajah, Fellow Honest, Floyd and Jade Leech, the ghosts, Lock, Shock, Barrel, Eliza

Acquaintances: Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Idia Shroud, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Kalim Al-Asim, Gidel, Jack Skellington, Sally, Neige LeBlanche, Stitch, Baymax, Chenya

🕸️ “Oya? It seems you’ve wandered upon my web, little fly. Relax. My silk is much softer than the scorching sands…”

🕸️ Headcanon CV: Shunsuke Takeuchi

🕸️ Age: 18

🕸️ Birthday: July 1 (Cancer)

🕸️ Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

🕸️ Homeland: Scalding Sands

🕸️ Dormitory: Scarabia

🕸️ Unique Magic: Grand Tapestry (lit. “spider-silk cage”)

Incantation:

“Intruders step, secrets kept. Dust to dust where shadows sleep. Entrap the light, command the night… Grand Tapestry!”

Ability:

Projects thousands of microscopic, invisible silk threads made of concentrated magic across an area. These threads anchor to walls, ceilings, and floors, rewriting the space into a high-sensitivity sensor zone.

🕸️ Height: 203 cm. (6’8”)- disguise

244 cm. (8’0”)- spider form

🕸️ If Nasij had his own story arc, it would be titled, “The Vanguard Beneath the Dunes.”

🕸️ He tends to use the old honorific “-ue/ue-sama” to address those he respects, such as Malleus.

🕸️ Nicknames: Umigumo-kun/sea spider (by Floyd), Soldat Reclus des Araignées/Reclusive Soldier of Spiders (by Rook)

🕸️ Favorite food: Honey-glazed spiced figs

Least favorite food: Anything with pomegranate or peppermint

🕸️ Favorite subjects: History of Magic, Alchemy, Mathematics, Ancient Curses

Least favorite subjects: Flying, P.E., Potionology

🕸️ His name means “weaving/spinning,” “fabric,” or “structure” in Arabic. “Anka” is a diminutive of the Arabic word “ankabut” which literally translates as “spider.”

🕸️ Twisted from the boss monster the Arachnid from the classic PlayStation video game “Disney’s Aladdin in Nasira’s Revenge.”

🕸️ Nasij isn’t technology-savvy and thus doesn’t own a smartphone or a computer.

🕸️ He lives in the Gilded Hypogeum, a highly-classified subterranean territory beneath the dunes of the Scalding Sands with the Anka Brood, a clan of desert-born spider fae masterfully skilled in ancestral magic and tasked with guarding dangerously powerful relics.

🕸️ To maintain his façade, he wears heavily enchanted accessories— two intricate gold pins tucked in his hair and a pair of gold coin earrings. Because these accessories bleed out neutral ambient magic, they allow Nasij to walk the school’s halls indefinitely without accumulating blot.

🕸️ When he’s not wearing his dorm uniform, he wears clothing that is a blend of casual and regal. His attire consists of a dark crimson cowl-neck tunic coupled with a long black headscarf with gold tinsel woven through it, wrapped multiple times around his shoulders to protect him from the sun, as well as customized black gloves and tapered matching joggers tucked into mid-calf leather boots.

🕸️ He has countless brothers and sisters who make up the clan. His mother, the Grand Weaver, presides over her family as the matriarch, whereas he and his many siblings are all charged with protecting their domain from thieves. However, due to the Anka Brood being a shadow syndicate, they take on other different roles— intelligence brokers, weavers, and assassins-for-hire.

🕸️ Being a fae, Nasij possesses elven ears, sharp, striking features, and fangs. The only features his disguise grants him are rich brown skin and long legs to accentuate his tall and lean frame. He has deep, glossy plum-black hair which is styled in neat, intricate braids that frame his face, with a few longer strands trailing down his back.

His primary eyes are a piercing amber-gold. Because his fingernails are incredibly sensitive, Nasij wears gloves even when he isn’t attending school. This is to prevent the risk of his claws pushing out through his cuticles whenever he gets agitated or low on magic.

His true form is centaurian in stature and monstrous in appearance. He towers over even the taller boys by a few additional feet, his lower body sporting eight jointed legs, pedipalps, and a bulbous but sleek abdomen and cephalothorax made of a heavy obsidian exoskeleton. Traced across this armor is a glowing sulfur-yellow skull marking, a nod to the monster he’s twisted from. The tips of his fangs are black and elongate to deliver a swift, vicious bite.

Nasij’s complexion takes on a dark mauve-grey tone, whereas the sclera of his eyes turn black. Six smaller amber eyes open up around his brow and cheekbones, able to blink and match his expressions independently. They flash red when he is angered or experiencing intense emotions. His nails are black, chitinous and sharp as talons. Each of his legs are elegant but equally sharp.

A long-awaited ficlet for my bestie @coffeefruits-world! Happy birthday, love! Hope you enjoy it! 🩷 Credit for the dividers goes to @pixopix

“Everything… is my fault.”

The infirmary doors flew open with a loud bang.

"Juno!" Ace yelled, skidding into the room with Deuce and Grim right at his heels. "Hey! Stop runnin’ off like—"

Ace froze. The words died in his throat.

The room was already half-destroyed. Glass shards from shattered medicine bottles littered the floor. Dark, viscous ink bubbled up from the floorboards, pooling around the despondent brunette’s feet. The heavy, sweet stench of blot filled the air, so thick it made Grim cough violently.

"Gah! It feels like my nose’s meltin’ off!” Grim gagged, clutching his nose.

"They’re… overblotting," Deuce said, his face draining of color. He instantly raised his magical pen. "Ace, Grim, get back. Juno-san! C-Can you hear me?!”

Juno didn’t look at either one of them. They stood in the center of the swirling ink, their appearance shifting violently. Flowing, tattered fabrics of deep purple and emerald green materialized around them, swaying to an imaginary, tragic rhythm. Golden coin charms jangled sharply around their waist, chiming like a funeral knell with every shuddering breath they took.

Unlike the others before them, they weren’t bound to a phantom. They had absolute free will over their newfound power, and that made them dangerous, moreso than anyone they and their friends had battled. Ace nearly jolted when they started talking. They sounded… unnatural, as if there was a second voice layering the one he’d recognized all too well. The words that spilled from their mouth carried no fury, agony, or crazed euphoria from the power they somehow acquired. There was only sorrow, self-loathing, as they spoke to themself.

"It's my fault," the prefect whispered, their voice cracking. "Tyler... everything... because of me."

"Waller-san!"

Before either of the trio could respond, a commanding voice cut through the panic. Olwen Salazar charged into the room, her expression fierce but eyes wide with alarm. As a skilled healer, she recognized the lethal spike in negative energy instantly. She’d seen the aftermath of an overblot incident multiple times, but never in her years of experience had she witnessed one occur before her eyes. “Boys, step away, now!”

She paused, her brow furrowing in sheer shock. "Wait... Waller-san doesn't have magic. There is no phantom controlling them. How is this possible?!"

"Mea culpa," Juno cried out, ignoring them entirely. Tears of pure, black ink tracked down their cheeks. They repeated the phrase over and over in a language that Olwen was familiar with. "Mea culpa... mea maxima culpa!"

In a blind panic, they reached out for the nearest heavy object to keep everyone away. Their hands gripped a tall, heavy brass candle stand resting near a cot. Even without magic, the raw, chaotic strength of the overblot fueled their muscles. With a desperate gasp, Juno wrenched the massive iron stand off the ground. The lit candles at the top flared with a violent, unnatural orange fire.

"STAY BACK!" Juno screamed, voice raw and warped, swinging the flaming candle stand in a wide, lethal arc.

Ace leaped backward, pulling Grim by the collar just as the whistling iron stand shattered a nearby wooden chair into splinters. Sparks and hot wax sprayed across the room. The flame-haired teen swore under his breath.

"Whoa! Watch the fur!" Grim shrieked.

"They're completely out of their mind with guilt!" Ace yelled, dodging another fiery swing. "We can't get close without getting burned or smashed!"

Muttering an incantation, the older woman raised her own magical focus, her witch's instinct kicking into high gear as she analyzed the swirling vortex of ink and fire. "We have to disarm them first! If they keep burning through their emotional energy like this, the blot will consume them entirely!"

Grim leapt forward, the cool blue flames in his ears as bright and ardent as the fire that shone in his eyes. “Then don’t just stand there and blab; let’s help my henchhuman come back to their senses!” He said, and without word the small group got into their battle stances, glowing pens poised to combat their transformed companion’s attacks. Each were determined to pull them back from the void of their own despair.

We… no, I can’t lose them. Not here, not now. I… I need them with me, or who’s gonna graduate with me? Juno, I’ll get ya back. Just hang in there!