Sicarius

✦ She/Her ♀️ ✦ 18 ✦ 🇨🇵 ✦ ECV B1 2026-2027 - First year animation student TWST Brainrot is real. I have too many hobies. I'll try to post more regularly this year, my goal is to make it into Gobelins Paris (almost did this year 💔)

[sicarius-lunae]

NAVIGATION

I'm not a tumblr expert but I think I'm supposed to do this ? It's gonna be a WIP for a while as I have loads of things to do and can't spend too much time organising my social media.

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[takovensy]

Blupblup🌹🐙 hi azuridolings have this humble gift depicting a redheaded sailor and his beloved octopus merchant

[luaamarilis]

There was a time when, in an attempt to explain why there were no characters with curly or kinky hair in Twisted Wonderland, I theorized that wavy, curly, or coily hair were rare genes (in that order) and considered extremely beautiful. This happened before I realized I could alter the characters based on my headcanons. Anyway, since Leona, Vil, and Neige had somewhat wavy hair, they were considered very beautiful.

[sicarius-lunae]

I'm back again! I cracked illustrator and did this as practice, have fun!

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MASTERLIST

[ss244]

And if I catch anyone calling Idia an Incel in my comments, trust me, you will be dealt with.

Shut in ≠ Incel

[mmrboobs]

Study with malleus

[sicarius-lunae]

So prettyyyy

[kyoomilovr]

yours

[hamatos4ever]

Imagine Rielle actually has a few scars along his upper body from trouble he’s gotten into while scavenging for human treasures. Most people are shocked when they see the scars, meanwhile Rielle’s just like “This one I got while swimming away from a shark, this one was from a piece of a shipwreck, oh I’ve also been stung by jellyfish quite a few times, oh and…” like it’s the most normal thing ever.

[chichapalabok]

some fem idiazus!!!!!!

[sicarius-lunae]

I'm in heaven

[sicarius-lunae]

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[sourshot]

⚡︎ 🙶Feels like an Overdose.🙷 ⚡︎

And I want it to end.

Context: Yuu's not normal, and that fact caught up to them

TW(s): I mention sedatives a LOT. it's what the mini-fic revolves around

Extra(s): Another one shot I never finished. It's old, meaning the writing is eh. but. 🤷‍♀️

Yuu really wishes they had their daily dose of sedative right about now

AND THEY KNOW HOW THAT SOUNDS, OKAY!? YOU DON’T GOTTA TELL THEM.

Yuu sighs and drags their shaky hands down their face, surely agitating the already bloodshot eyes and causing their eyelids to twitch once more. They’re glad nobody’s A: noticed the behavior, or B: if they did, came up to ask. They don’t think they’d know where to start in explaining.

And Yuu is especially glad that Grim just took the explanation; “It’s a my world thing.”

He just took it, no questions asked. And Yuu can not be more grateful. 

How do they explain to their (maybe child mentality) cat of a partner that–oh yeah! My world popped a ley line open so now a portion of the population has superpowers and Yuu’s is the ability to have their fight or flight response meter turned up to eleven! How do they explain that their body has been genetically altered to be able to keep up with just how much adrenaline their body pumps out in just a minute!? How does one explain that!? So, Yuu stays quiet about the whole thing, letting Grim blurt out the almost truth that they told him, hoping that no one thinks to question it, or the many habits Yuu cannot squash.

One being, the constant use of sedatives back home, that translated into having to get used to the lack of them here in Twisted Wonderland. Because it would be too suspicious if Yuu just asked for sedatives, so they just have to deal with it.

And they do, eventually. Before Vil’s overblot had happened, Yuu got used to hiding shaky hands with a quick change of their position, walking with their hands clasped lazily behind their back, the gloves hiding a bit of the shaking. Yuu got used to excusing their blood shot eyes for allergies and not sleeping on time. Yuu got used to rearing back on flooding their system with adrenaline nearly every P.E class. They got used to it.

Did Vil immediately work on trying to better their appearance when the VDC event rolled around, ignoring their reasonings of, “My hair’s just a bit gray!” or “This is a normal weight. For me, at least.”

Oh, how mad he would be if he found that a good portion of Yuu’s appearance could be easily fixed should they add a training regime to their schedule that would knock a normal person out cold, but give them the after-work out glow they once had.

But! No, Yuu has to maintain a low profile and suddenly working out in insane ways is not discrete whatsoever. 

In the meantime, while they try to figure something out, Yuu will have to deal with their fluctuating weight, gray hairs, bloodshot eyes, shaky hands, fatigue, restlessness, bodily tension, migraines, sleeping problems, and stomach pain for now.

Yuu mentally goes over the list once more, and frowns at the length.

Add ‘horrible immune system’ to the list, because this cold is killing them. They normally don’t get sick, and when they do, it’s not this bad.

But! At least, the cold has some benefits.

The cold gives them shaky-er hands, which Yuu can pump some adrenaline to take care of quickly. Welcome back, steady hands, Yuu missed you.

Yuu can–temporarily–pass off their blood shot eyes as simply watery. They don’t have to worry about appearing like they’re experiencing fatigue or discomfort, because a quick surge of adrenaline will have them appearing as lucid as ever. Even though Yuu feels like they’re dying.

With a quick surge of adrenaline ever so often, Yuu’s looked better than ever! Just as long as Vil doesn’t catch wind of their ‘normal’ appearance, Yuu will be just fine.

Then, Yuu went to P.E. and began to damn the universe.

Because, of course, Vargas is making them run the track, what else would they do while everyone is in the air on their brooms? It’s not like they could just sit and everything be peaceful for a bit for them. Noooo.

Yuu misses their doses of sedatives, because the part of their brain that controls the adrenaline starts to kick into overdrive when they begin to run.

They can’t stop, not if they want Vargas to see the slow return of the shaky hands, now growing to encompass their whole body. No, they have to hide their growing symptoms of adrenaline rush, as they breathe erratically while trying to rear back the reins of their adrenal glands.

Their glands don’t listen and Yuu can’t stop their legs from pumping to go faster.

The worst part is the exhilarated feeling in their chest while a grin grows on their face to reflect it. This feels so good, releasing the adrenaline in bursts after so long of having to just deal with it. Yuu has to hold back the excited sound in their chest as their body takes them even faster.

Adrenaline just keeps on flowing, happy to assist this moment of freedom that Yuu has. The class is distracted, Vargas is distracted, who cares if Yuu runs loose for a little while?

Yuu stumbles, once, and realizes their mistake. 

They stumble, face slamming into the ground, and a resounding crack fills their ears, fighting to be heard of the sound of Yuu’s head pounding.

They fall onto the ground, face locked with a wide eyed expression, and Yuu can feel the exact moment their adrenaline comes to a head, can feel the exact moment where they enter cardiac arrest.

With the last few seconds of consciousness they have, they do the practiced motion of preparing a surge of adrenaline, planning to kick start their heart. It’ll hurt, and they’ll feel like shit afterward, but it’s better than dying.

Their mouth opens uselessly, trying desperately to intake air into their lungs, but their muscles are starting to relax, enjoying the feeling of calm after months of retaining tension. Yuu feels the adrenaline-induced tension leave their body, and feels their mind slipping.

Yuu kickstarts the adrenaline uselessly, too out of practice and body no longer used to the abuse it used to get from itself. 

Yuu miscalculated, and now they’re going to die. Because their own body couldn’t keep up with the adrenaline as well as it used to.

Their body starts to convulse, trying to restart their heart naturally, but it’s useless. Yuu’s body is unused to the natural order of things, but also to the chaotic flow of its own adrenaline, which Yuu used to thrive in.

Yuu is going to die. In a damn P.E. field!

With their last precious seconds of consciousness, they strain their hearing, listening as the familiar thump of someone landing from their broom a bit too hard is heard, close to them.

Hands appearing, shaking them softly, calling their name. Yuu wants to respond, but black is starting to overtake their vision and is adamant on getting Yuu to give in to the soft blanket of unconsciousness.

Abruptly, the hands are torn away, replaced by ones that quickly check their pulse, and quickly presses their hands on Yuu’s chest.

It’s been a while since someone has performed CPR on Yuu. But it hasn’t been long enough to have them forget the feeling of having their chest pushed in with ample amount of first, over and over, until Yuu feels the slight crack of one of their ribs.

Yuu’s eyes are starting to close, but they have time to see who’s performing the painful chest compressions before they black out.

Ah. Vargas. They’re not gonna have ribs by the time this is over.

Yuu’s eyes slip shut, and unconsciousness pulls them under.

Antiseptic fills their nose, and Yuu immediately knows that they aren’t in the school infirmary. Rather, a proper hospital. Which is understandable, Yuu doesn’t think that Night Raven has the expertise to deal with a student whose heart stopped.  

They groan, sitting up and ignoring the feeling of tubes in their arm, actually, no, scratch that.

Yuu zeros in on the bags of sedative attached by tubes to their arm, reading the marked labels and sighing when they predictably don’t recognize any of them.

Stupid new world and it’s odd use of chemical names. But they guess their world isn’t any better.

Shaking their head, they mentally check their adrenaline levels and notice that, because of just how much sedative is being pumped into their veins, the levels are higher than what Yuu normal keeps them(read: forces them) to be at. Of course, their adrenal glands are combating the effects, creating this odd form of delicate balance in their body.

In other words, Yuu feels…normal. Like, before their ability-activated normal.

“Huh.” Because what else do they say to finally feeling fine after months of being on edge due to adrenaline?

They swing their legs over the edge of the hospital bed, steadying their legs before standing. Yuu quickly checks the back of the hospital gown, sighing with relief when they see it’s a full gown, not one with a huge slit in the back.

Yuu went to a hospital with those once. Never went back.

With a shudder from the memory, they steady themselves once more, before approaching the door. The nearer they get to it, the more they can hear the quiet, yet fervent, of…

Yuu looks at the door with a disgruntled expression. They’ve never heard Crowley sound so…worried. It’s disturbing, but oddly…endearing?

Yuu still doesn’t know if they should allow their lack of parental figure influence their choice of adult in their life, but hey! Crowley isn’t too bad. Yuu’s met worse!

Leaning closer to the door, Yuu catches snippets of their conversation.

“...and you’re certain they’re alright?”

“....all scans….all clear…so odd…No magic?”

“...none…how…”

“...don’t know…kept on…sedatives…doses 5 milligrams each morning…” That’s when Yuu decided to step in, opening the door and poking their head out.

“Sorry to interrupt, but my body surpassed 5 milligrams a long time ago. Unless the sedatives here are much stronger, my go to is usually 8 to 10 milligrams of mild sedatives to keep me at steady level for at least six hours.”

Both Crowley’s and the doctor’s heads snap in their direction, eyes wide. For Crowley, it’s relief, and once again Yuu finds themselves questioning why they’re fond of this man. For the doctor, it’s pure horror.

“H-How are you awake!?” The doctor pushes them back into the room, plopping them back down on the bed. They check the drip chamber, checking the flow rate, once, twice, thrice, and then looking at Yuu with increasing medical-horror.

“Uh, don’t worry! This is normal! The adrenaline’s being pumped as fast as the sedatives are working and–”

“Creating balance in your body.”

Yuu looks at Crowley, noticing his interested look, curious even. They nod as confirmation, and Crowley continues.

“Is there not any way to cease the flow of adrenaline?” Yuu shakes their head. “I’ve tried, but the most I can do is make it as slow as possible and just tire myself out through other activities. 

“So that’s why you’re used to running yourself so ragged.”

Yuu shoots Crowley a small glare, which he responds with a simple shrug. “You think I haven’t noticed, when it is quite the opposite.”

Yuu rolls their eyes, focusing on the doctor once more. They’re flipping through papers attached to their clipboard, reading quickly and muttering to themselves. Then, they check the machines and their readings, triple checking even.

“Let me guess, everything seems to be normal? The adrenaline probably kicked in before the sedatives were administered and kicked the healing factor into overdrive. Most likely, physically, I was starting to recover before you restarted my heart.”

The doctor pauses, looking them over and just…staring.

Crowley’s eyes flick between the both of them, before he clears his throat.

“So, those sedatives?”

The doctor shakes their head, a tired expression on their face. “Yes…the doses, as Yuu suggested, will be upped to 10 milligrams instead of five, seeing as their perfectly lucid even though…”

Their eyes trail to three bags of sedatives dripping into the tube's connected to Yuu's arm. 

“...that.”

A shudder runs through the doctor and they give Yuu a quick check up, deeming everything fine other than expected fatigue. They gather their things quickly, checking the machines and bags of medicine once more, before shuffling out of the room.

“I know what you're going to say. Ask. Whatever. And I just want you to know that–”

Yuu pauses, unsure how to continue their explanation. Crowley watches them with an eyebrow raised, hands behind his back.

“Know what? That you had a good reason behind not informing me of a crucial medical condition?”

“...it's not a condition. Just…sit,” Yuu pats the bed next to them, scooting to make room for Crowley to sit. He does so, hand folded in his lap as he looks at them expectantly. Yuu brings their knee up to rest on the bed and shifts to face him better.

“Then, what is it, Prefect?”

Yuu sighs heavily, and instinctually flips their wrist to check their pulse. It’s a habit they never wore off from when they were younger. They’ve had to come up with excuse after excuse when someone gets too curious and asks. 

“...have I ever spoken to you about the intricacies of my world?” Yuu speaks softly, watching the headmage’s reaction. Yuu knows the answer, but they still want to hear it from him..

“No, you refrain from speaking of your world.” Crowley tilts his head and the yellow dots Yuu sees through his mask narrow. “Is there a…reason for that?”

Oh boy. Well, here goes Yuu.

They should really stop all this mental chatter.

“...You have powers.” “Yes.” “Because of an accident involving the leylines in your world.” “Yes.”

“And about sixty percent of the population doesn’t have abilities. Therefore, there are specialized facilities and services for…your people.”

“The Gifted, yeah.”

“And yours in particular, is to control your adrenaline levels at any given moment. Which you’ve had…since you were eleven years old. And have had many incidents like this one since your ability’s upbringing.”

“Yep.”

Crowley’s yellow eyes disappear and reappear repeatedly, and Yuu guesses that he’s blinking rapidly as he processes everything they just told him. Yuu didn’t think he blinked at all. He never seems to. “...I hope you understand that this is hard to believe–that is not an invitation to activate your adrenal glands! –Prefect! Stop it!”

might actually rewrite this one...love this concept. also, can we see the color gradient in the text or does it just look like one color?

all dividers made by: @pixopix

[phil-pokr]

Mhin wip, ch1 spoiler

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[nynyu92]

Baymax and savanaclaw

Last winter, after reading Leona's dream, I wanted Baymax to play the therapist for him cause his line broke my heart... I drew other stuff but didn't finish them back them.

Now that Baymax event is coming, it was the opportunity to finish them :3.

(Working on Leona's birthday, so I'm gonna answer you guys next month :x)

[qcharlie]

i wish we were able to talk about women's rights without someone mentioning how much they do or don't want to have sex with them. i don't care if you're a lesbian Stop finding worth in women purely from their perceived attractiveness

[qcharlie]

"I think women should not be expected to shave for societal respect / to avoid discrimination" "yeah🤤 i love bush" ok well that's not what we're talking about is it.

[qcharlie]

i hate how many posts about trans women deserving respect always devolve into "I love girldick" or "trans rights but I don't want to date a trans person" because that's entirely unrelated to the topic at hand. you should not respond to feminism with "YESSS I loveeee you because I see you as nothing but a sex object" you people sound like other men I get stuck talking with that end up saying "free the nipple so I can see boobies in public" and thinking they're feminists. why can't we just respect women regardless of your attraction to them or not. why does it need to be brought up in every conversation regarding their rights

[moondim]

D1 Ragebaiter

Request by Anon: Hey! Overblot boys with an so who likes to bicker and banter with them? Ragebaiter, teasing, generally a nuisance

A/N: Riddle's megalodon segment is personally inspired by something that ragebaits me irl. I get so unreasonably angry at the implication that they could still be alive and we just don't know. WE DO KNOW!!!!

Warnings: Reader is annoying but they love you. You're is also getting your makeup done in Vil's, but this is not supposed to be gendered

(GN!reader)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

• Are you Floyd lol

• Predictably, it took a long time for Riddle to come around to you. And when he finally did start catching feelings for you, he was very distressed about it, treating it almost like an illness he didn't understand the cause of. That honestly sums up most of your relationship; he loves you, but for the love of the Seven, he can't understand why.

• You infuriate him to no end, but he does retaliate. You aren't just bullying him. He'll collar you - whether you actually have magic or not - and of course, he'll bicker with you, though this often only ragebaits him harder, especially if you knowingly start doubling down on an incorrect argument.

• "I'm just saying, we don't know if--" "We do know. Megalodons are extinct. They literally cannot survive in the oceans today," he stares you down, hands clasped together in prayer as you can see him desperately trying to keep his cool. "We would know if they still lived."

• "But how could we know, if the ocean still isn't fully explored?" You insisted, watching his eye twitch as you tried to suppress a smile. "Maybe it's just really deep down."

• "That's not possible. The water pressure only allows for microscopic beings to live at that depth, something as big as a megalodon couldn't--"

• "What if they evolved?"

• "Evolved? Faster than they could die out? How long do you think evolution takes?" His pitch raises at the end of his sentence, and you hum, rolling over onto your back to stare at the ceiling from the couch you laid on.

• "Can't viruses evolve in, like, 10 years?"

• "Viruses! Not sharks!"

• "But we don't know that for sure--" "YES WE DO!"

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona finds watching you ragebait others endlessly entertaining. He'll even join in. You once pretended not to know the difference between concealer and foundation while speaking to Vil, and Leona played along, also acting confused by his fellow Housewarden's increasingly frustrated explanations.

• However, Leona himself is deceptively easy to ragebait as well. He can't take what he dishes out. He'll try to act like it isn't getting to him, but it really, really is.

• What gets to him the most are thinly-veiled insults to his pride, and lose-lose style questions. Stuff like "what would you do if you were athletic?" and "would you rather have never met me or cheat on me right now?" really piss him off, but again, he'll attempt to act unbothered.

• "Leona," you shake him a bit, and he grunts, thankfully not asleep yet as he opens one eye and tilts his head back to look at you. "If I had an identical twin, would you be attracted to them?"

• He stares at you for a long moment before rolling back over. "Good night."

• "Leona." You shake him again, harder when he doesn't respond. "Leona. I'm gonna yank on your tail if you don't answer me."

• "Try it," he growls, and you just grin.

• "Answer me. If I had an identical twin, would-"

• "No." He finally says, and he doesn't get the silence he hoped for.

• "So you don't think I'm pretty?" "Seven..." "You think I'm ugly?" "Go to sleep."

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• Another hypocrite who thinks it's funny to help you ragebait others, but is very prone to it himself.

• He's especially susceptible to teasing. Azul is quite easily flustered, and as funny as it is to watch him get mad, it's adorable to see how embarrassed he gets when you get all touchy with him out of nowhere, point out how good he looks in a certain outfit, or call him some ridiculous pet name in front of Jade and Floyd. That specific time earned you the silent treatment.

• On the subject of Jade and Floyd, they'd adore you if you were to join in on their occasional team-ups to tease Azul.

• "Zu-zu, can you get me a glass of water?" You ask, watching as Azul's face burns pink and Jade and Floyd both turn to look at him with smiles on their faces.

• "Well? Don't keep them waiting."

• "Right, don't you wanna be a good boyfriend, Zu-zu?"

• After giving Floyd a pointed glare for repeating that nickname, he sighs and stands from his chair. "...Yes, of course." Walking all the way over to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and bringing it to you, Azul is still clearly a bit flushed by the time he places it on the table in front of you. "Here you are, then."

• You smile with all the glee of a mastermind whose plan just came to fruition as you respond with, "Good boy."

• His face lights up in about 50 shades of red as the twins snicker behind him. "Wooow, they've got you trained real well, huh?"

• "It appears so. Can you make him do any other tricks?"

• "Shut up!"

JAMIL VIPER

• You'd think he'd be better at dealing with ragebait given his experience with Kalim, who has seemingly done nothing but infuriate him every day of his life. But given Jamil's interactions with Azul, I do think he's still affected by ragebait, he just won't actually lose his cool over it most of the time.

• You learn pretty quickly not to get in the way of his work. It pisses him off in a very not-fun way. You once hovered about him as he tried to cook in the kitchen and he was the most irate you'd ever seen him for the rest of the day.

• The most actual fun you can have with him is mutual banter. That way, neither of you get seriously angry at the other. As well as the occasional including him in your antics.

• "How are things going over there?" You ask, eyes glued to your phone as you lounge around on the couch, Jamil busy mopping the floors. He turns his head in your direction and narrows his eyes.

• "You planning on actually helping me?"

• "Not my dorm," you shrug noncommittally. "Not my problem." He rolls his eyes.

• "Yeah, it's not your dorm, which is why I can kick you out if you don't make yourself useful."

• "You're saying just having me here as motivation isn't enough for you? What if I said I'll give you a kiss when you finish?"

• "Creative. What if I said you'll get a foot up the ass if you keep being dead weight?"

• "Hmmm," you lay your head back on the armrest, looking straight up. "I think I'd be more motivated if you promised a reward. Like if you said you'd wear a dress for me if I help out."

• You get hit in the face with a cloth then and break into laughter. "Freak," he scoffs, but as you lift up the cloth, you see a twinge of an amused smile on his face. "Now, seriously. Get up and work."

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil enjoys flirty banter. He'll joke around with you and is fine with light-hearted teasing, as long as it's all kept private. At most, he'll sigh and shake his head at any dirty jokes you make, but that's about it.

• It's an entirely different story when you try to outright ragebait him. I'm sorry to say, but Vil stands on business and is genuinely quite intimidating when he wants to be. If you pull something that he does not like, he makes it very clear that you are never to do anything like that ever again.

• Most of what would provoke that reaction is just trying to embarrass or annoy him in public, however. I see him as loosening up a lot when it's just you two, and there's a lot more he's willing to tolerate when there's no-one else around to witness it. He actually humours you a surprising amount.

• "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask suddenly, and he sighs, cupping your face to tilt it back towards him as he starts to apply blush to your cheekbone.

• "No, dear." He responds, and you fake offense, dropping your mouth open before he promptly closes your jaw again.

• "You wouldn't love me?"

• "Would you love me if I was a worm?"

• "Of course." You say, with an indignant tone as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. He turns your head to the side to apply blush to your other cheek.

• "Well then, why didn't you just find a worm to be your boyfriend instead?"

• "It wouldn't just be a random worm. It'd be me. Like, you'd know it's me."

• He smiles a bit. "Take it as a compliment. Maybe I just like you so much as you are, that I wouldn't be able to stand it if you changed."

• "'Maybe'? Maybe you like me as I am?"

• "Ah-ah, no more talking. I'm applying lipgloss now."

IDIA SHROUD

• Also a ragebaiter. Not only would he ragebait you right back, but he's yet another one on this list who would be quite entertained watching you torment somebody else.

• If there's one thing he doesn't play about though, it's animanga and gaming opinions. Although his reactions are hilarious, I wouldn't recommend actually pissing him off this way because he gets unreasonably mad over it for a very long time. It is that serious to him and it's just not worth dealing with the fallout.

• He definitely trolls random people in online games over voice chat, it's a bonding activity between you two. But once again, he's throwing rocks from glass houses.

• "What is that," you can hear the mocking grin in Idia's voice as his avatar approaches your base. "What is that?"

• "It's my Minecraft house," you say, placing the last bit of dirt down at the entrance. It was a humble little dirt shack, but you made do with what supplies you had. "Do you like it?"

• "Why are you building like we're in poverty? You have diamond armour, you can't be a total noob at this," his high-pitched giggle echoes through your headphones and you wait for him to get closer, which he finally does, opening the oak door to take a look inside. "This is just so sad--"

• He steps on the pressure plate, something beneath the ground sizzles, and the entire structure goes BOOM.

• It does a little damage to you as well, but you survive. Idia was not so lucky. Your screen lags a bit and you realise you probably got a little too eager with the amount of TNT you'd hidden underground, as you can hear him yelling over the call but can barely make out any sentences due to the sudden lag.

• "WHY WOULD--" "--I HAD--" "--YOU'RE A--" You cackle loudly over the small parts of Idia's angry rant you can actually hear, and despite knowing you're going to have to deal with his revenge later (and what revenge it will be - he's very petty and far better at the game than you), you decide this has been worth it.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• A strange case.

• I don't think he's necessarily immune to being ragebaited - reference back to the Halloween event where he wanted to kill three children - but I do think he's weirdly impervious to it when it comes from you.

• Malleus has three possible reactions to you being a nuisance to him. One; he takes it as banter and will play your game, matching your energy. This includes if you play any kind of prank on him, he may play one back on you just because he thinks that's what the "game" is supposed to be. Prank wars are very possible with him, just know you'll lose.

• Two; he finds your boldness cute and isn't affected by your attempt to make him angry at all. It's a little condescending, which I think is a habit Malleus is unfortunately prone to, but this often ends with him chuckling, patting your head and making some kind of comment about how you're the only human who would dare say anything like this to him.

• Three; he just doesn't get it at all. He doesn't understand what you're saying, why you want to make him mad or doesn't get the joke. This is the worst one because it makes you feel bad.

• There is one specific thing you can do though.

• "Gargoyle!" You shout, pointing excitedly at a statue nearby much like a child. Malleus turns his head and leans over, trying to get a look for himself.

• It does not have a water spout. That is not a gargoyle.

• Malleus slowly turns his head towards you and meets your eyes with a blank, wide-eyed look you've never seen on him before. You decide this wasn't worth it. Not only was the way he gazed at you just now terrifying, but the hour-long lecture going over the difference between gargoyles and grotesques, the histories and etymology behind each and why he finds the distinction so important, really felt like an excessive punishment for what was possibly the least harmful misdeed you've ever committed in your life.

[punishmentcup]

[fiasoupy]

A little animation I did for twst anniversary, but only posting it now (￣▽￣')ゞ