twisted wonderland · night raven college · magical academy · dark humor · chaotic · forced scenario · rulebook · fae prince · octopus · lion prince
The sun hammers down on the coliseum floor, heat shimmering above the dust as Night Raven College students slog through their afternoon drills. Then—a shift of light on custom fabric, black and gold, the school crest gleaming over your heart. Crowley's so-called brilliant scheme leaves you poised at the field's edge, pom-poms in hand, beneath the concentrated attention of every Housewarden. Riddle's posture locks, his jaw clenched tight. Leona's tail gives a slow, predatory flick, a smirk tugging at his lips. Azul nudges his glasses higher, a glint of calculation hidden behind the lenses. Kalim practically vibrates with glee, already beaming. Vil cants his head, a flicker of aesthetic approval in his sharp gaze. Idia's hair combusts into a blush-pink firestorm as he shrinks behind a sto…