#i will make games for malleus
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ventique18 · 7 months ago
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Anyway here's the initial sketch of Farmer MalleYuu that inspired me to start developing a farming game. 🥔🥕🐮🐥 They just make me so happy tbh
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It's my last semester in uni I'm trying to hold onto my remaining sanity
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egophiliac · 24 days ago
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Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point
(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)
Have a nice day !
you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...
(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")
all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.
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(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)
as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.
(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#gentle spoilers but y'know. just in case#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#most of the kitchen scene was jade messing with the firsties and that was so delightful that i didn't think til after#that you'd think sebek would have made some kind of reference to lilia 'i lost my tastebuds in the war' vanrouge's quote-unquote cooking#ah well. jade being mean is more than entertaining enough#looking forward to more of it tomorrow!#god. lilia and idia though.#lilia is like. genuinely idia's best friend and neither of them have any idea#and idia keeps doing that 'ha ha what if we were friends out of game too? what if we met offline? jk jk jk uNLESS...👉👈'#and then he immediately chickens out because he's so convinced that crimson will hate him if they ever met irl#(meanwhile lilia is just like 'my online bestie is so cool :) la la la')#they are both so stupid and i love them so much#i've just realized that i actually do want them to find out each other's identities#because idia doesn't just go to school with his online bff#he ALSO goes to school with his online bff's extremely supportive and extremely socially-inept kids#idia is going to get invited to dinner at diasomnia and it's going to be SO awkward#silver is going to give a long formal speech thanking him for being a stalwart comrade and trusted warrior brother to his father#as sebek stews in jealousy that idia got to fight by lilia-sama's side >:(#while idia sits there like 'all i did was link him a video about lane control for his character class'#malleus will make such an effort to learn literally anything about online gaming and he won't understand a word of it#it will be SUCH a disaster and i very much do want it now
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suntails · 5 months ago
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GAME START
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cheekinpermission · 11 months ago
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Does it make sense for both Malleus and Silver to be young at the same time? Probably not. Don't think too much about it.
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merakiui · 1 year ago
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breaking news: my third eye is open again and i'm falling for lilia and his charms.
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random-twst-things · 2 years ago
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Grim: HORNTON!!
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Grim: HORNTON! MALLUES???
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Mc/Y/N/Yuu: pft-
Grim: One more chance!! He probably didn't even hear me!
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Ha, sure *crosses arms looking at Grim smugly*
Grim: MALLEUS!!!
*cricket noises*
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: PFT- HAHAHAHAHA, I TOLD YOU
Grim: NO IT CANT BE TRUE
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: *laughing in between words* YES, HAHA, YES *wheeze* IT CAN!
Grim: FINE IF YOUR SO CONFIDENT THEN YOU TRY IT
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: hehe, and that I will *smug*
Mc/Y/N/Yuu, getting ready: AHEM
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Mall-
Malleus: Yes, my child of man?
Grim and Mc/Y/N/Yuu: AHHH!!
Malleus:....
Grim: WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING IF YOU KNEW HE'D COME?!
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK HE'D COME TO ME SO FAST AND FROM BEHIND!!
Malleus:....
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: BUT I WIN. HA I TOLD YOU!
Grim: it's not fair ...
Malleus:.....
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: OH! Sorry about that mal-mal, we just wanted to test how fast you'd come if we called your name :)
Malleus: another one of your human games?....interesting :)
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: anyways! Would you like to come in now that you're here?
Malleus: of course *grabs Mc/Y/N/Yuu by the arm and loops them around and leads them inside*
Grim: *grumbling how this isn't fair* mmmakmmakmakkamakma
Lilia, who has been watching the whole thing: oh my!~ *Chuckles*, I taught him well 🤭
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chernabogs · 1 year ago
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Inc: Malleus, Prefect. WC: 2k Warnings: Dream horror, consumption of rotten fruit, everything seems happy but there's an underlying layer of 'somethings rotten in denmark (briar valley)' Excerpt: “Nothing.” You reply steadily. “I just haven’t been here before.”  Liar. Malleus remains still for a moment before he laughs, and you hate how warm the sound is as the sun comes out once more. “Well of course you have not been here. That is why I chose this place—I wanted to show my friends my home.” 
It’s you who causes the cataclysm this time. 
He’s in a field that’s warm, and for once the sun—which beats down on him from a baby blue sky—does not give him a migraine, nor does it make his skin itch with the ghostly sensation of hives. He’s sitting at the end of a long dining table with a white tablecloth concealing its mahogany structure. It’s adorned with an array of foods; fruits, vegetables, meats—a cornucopia of delights to dig one's fingers into. It’s what he anticipates happening upon the arrival of his guests, who will fill the twenty-two empty wooden chairs that are present. 
His gaze remains focused on the far end of the field, where a gap in the trees that create a barrier around where he sits is present. He remains still, motionless, as though he’s a wind up doll waiting for someone to turn his key. The sounds of cicadas screaming from the distant pines and the warm wind that brushes across his pale skin do little to stir him out of this strange state. He hardly even blinks. He merely sits and waits.
Until you appear at that gap. 
Then, like that key turning, everything comes to life. He takes a breath in and sits up, a smile curling on his thin lips as his hands come to rest on that pristine, white tablecloth. He remains still as he watches you approach. Your steps are shaky, and you seem tired as you take your time to reach where he sits, as though every step is a labour for you to complete. When you finally reach the other end of the table, you draw to a stop, your gaze transfixed on the feast before you. Perhaps you are looking at the meat, or perhaps you are looking at the flies that are beginning to garnish its surface. 
“You got my invitation.” Malleus’ voice is warm, as though he’s attempting to project a certain image of himself to you. You glance towards where he sits. He looks composed, regal, in the plain wooden chair with the sun creating a halo behind his head. He gazes back at you, and it feels like those green eyes are slowly peeling away each layer of flesh, parting each tendon and muscle, until he can see the white of your bone beneath. You swallow.
“I did.” Your voice is quiet as you resist the urge to look back at the gap in the trees. Three more pairs of eyes watch you from within the shadows as you try to walk your way through these steps. You’ve done this before. Many times before. “It was kind of you to invite me.” 
His smile remains as he doesn’t reply for a moment before gesturing to the seat—the one next to him. “Sit, Prefect. You look tired.”
You move slowly around the table until you reach the seat to which he is gesturing. When you pull it out, it rips up the earth beneath it, causing the scent of dirt to mix with that of decay. He pushes a glass filled with a clear liquid towards you and you dutifully take it, although you refrain from raising it to your lips. He drinks unashamedly and without care. 
“Am I early?” You ask, selecting each piece of dialogue in your mind with caution. You watch as he finishes drinking, setting the empty glass down as he does. His lips are stained slightly red from the action and his tongue darts out to clean them, slowly running along the bottom one as his gaze goes back your way.
“Yes, but that is of little concern. I have no objections to being in your company a moment longer,” he muses, sharp white teeth flashing as he observes you with amusement. “The others should be arriving soon.” 
Malleus looks back to the gap in the trees as you study his profile. The skin beneath his eyes looks slightly bruised up and along his cheekbones—the area where his overblot patterning is. His hair is brushed back from his forehead, revealing the scales beneath, and his expression is fixed into one of childish excitement. He wears white, but the edges of his sleeves are stained. “They all received an invitation. I made sure of it. I am not apt to forget my friends, unlike some.” 
“Perhaps they got lost.” You murmur, looking at that gap in the trees yourself as you do. You can see movement within the shadows as you continue to buy your time. The scent of decay grows until you’re eventually forced to look back to the feast. Wrinkled fruit, greenish meat, drooping herbs, and liquidated vegetables; the sight makes your stomach curl as you keep speaking. “After all, this place is unusual.” 
“Unusual?” Malleus’ head turns to look back at you, his eyes still too wide, his expression too exuberant. “What is so unusual about it, Prefect?” 
You feel your breath catch in your chest as you stare back. The movements by the gap have stopped as well, as though the entire scene has been paused with your single comment. You can hear the rustle of that warm wind through the corn field behind you, and the sun is soon covered by a passing cloud. You clench your hands in your lap.
“Nothing.” You reply steadily. “I just haven’t been here before.” 
Liar.
Malleus remains still for a moment before he laughs, and you hate how warm the sound is as the sun comes out once more. “Well of course you have not been here. That is why I chose this place—I wanted to show my friends my home.” 
The tension dissipates at that moment as Malleus picks up a few figs from the table. He sets them on his plate and presses a fork into one. You try to ignore how squishy it is, or the green that oozes from its inside. “Wouldn’t it have been better if we had dinner at your palace?” 
He doesn’t reply as he spears one piece of rotten fig with his fork, turning it over slowly before holding it out to you. His smile still doesn’t dissipate. “No. I do not think it would have been. I want my friends to feel connected to one another. I want them to feel like a family.”
You glance at the fig piece. It sags on the metal prongs, making your stomach twist in disgust. There’s expectation in Malleus’ eyes that conceal a glint of something else—a test. So far you have been selecting the right reactions, but it isn’t sufficient. 
You lean forward, keeping your gaze locked on his as you take the fig piece in your mouth. You’re trying hard not to gag as you chew slowly before forcing it down your throat. There’s a lingering after-taste of rot present and you finally grab at the water glass.
He chuckles and leans back before picking up another piece for himself. “I admit, it’s a bit sour, but tolerable all the same.” 
Sour? It’s rotten, but you refrain from saying this aloud as you drink. You said it aloud before, and the results went as poor as they could go. There’s only so many times you and the others can formulate a plan before it becomes apparent that it’s all for naught. Eventually you set your glass down with a grimace and watch as it immediately refills itself. It’s magic, obviously—Malleus has been throwing his magic around unashamedly and without care. The soil nurtures him, the sun gives him life, the winds carry his words. He is both the creation and the creator of the feast you sit at. The executioner, and perhaps the sacrifice as well.
Or maybe that role is solely for you. After all, you are the one he is feeding right now. 
You tilt your wrist slightly to catch a glance at the watch you wear around it. Phones and technology are pointless here—not that you have your phone anyway—so Lilia gave you this as a manual means. The hands are not moving, and instead remain fixed at five to five. You are still in a dream. 
“Are you impatient?” His voice causes you to drop your wrist quickly and look his way. It’s hard to mask the surprise on your face. In fact, it’s quite pointless. That razor sharp gaze that peeled away your skin when you first approached now cuts incisions into your skull as he tilts his head, studying you. “They have five minutes.”
Five minutes will never come. You’re not sure if Malleus even knows this. It’s as though he’s settled himself so deeply into this dream he’s created—a tick, gorging itself on the magic of its own making, unaware of how its body swells and strains until the point that it bursts from over-consumption. He’s becoming inflated with his power. It’s how his overblot has not ended, despite the way he hides it with glamour. 
“Are you sure you invited them?” You ask cautiously again, testing the waters. You see a twitch in his smile—the corner of his thin lip wavering slightly. His eyes remain wide. 
“Yes. I wrote the invites myself. Everyone got one—Lilia, Silver, Sebek, you. Those of Heartslabyul, of Savanaclaw, of Octavinelle, of all the rest. I considered those from RSA, but I would rather keep the peace for this event.” His hold tightens around the fork. You can see the threads fraying. You push. 
“Are you sure the invites were received? Did anyone tell you they would come?” You murmur, leaning a bit closer. You hate doing this—this is someone you consider your friend, perhaps more in another life, and you are not an orchestrator of someone's mental fracture. The cicada’s stop screaming. Another cloud passes over the sun. 
“You never RSVP.” He replies, his voice now more monotone and colder. His smile remains but his eyes have slid back to the emptiness you’ve been seeing since his overblot began. He looks to you once more, and you scramble to see some remnant of the peculiar prince you’ve come to know in those eyes. “And yet you came.”
“I’ll always come,” you reply quietly, the scent of rot growing stronger with each word. You see movement in your peripheral vision again. The sky darkens further, and the wind begins to grow cold. “Whether you mean it or not, I’ll always come. But I cannot say the same for everyone else. Sometimes people don’t arrive, or they leave without goodbyes. Sometimes—”
His expression twists. It’s like a child hearing something they don’t want to hear, or when they’re denied a toy they want so badly to be theirs. His body stiffens and his upper lip curls. “Stop it, Prefect.” 
His voice is low, dangerous. You’re pushing it again, just like all the other times so far. You see another figure approaching the table. Someone with silver hair, someone who looks as though they’ve aged many years in mere moments. They hold a weapon at their side. Your own hand darts out and grabs Malleus’ arm. Despite the demeanour, despite the rage, his arm is solid and warm beneath your grip. 
“Malleus,” you begin, desperation starting to lace in your voice. You see a flash of green and hear the clattering of something hitting the table, and then he jerks his arm away. You feel the crushing sense of overwhelming power before with a snap of his fingers he’s in a field that’s warm, and for once the sun—which beats down on him from a baby blue sky—does not give him a migraine, nor does it make his skin itch with the ghostly sensation of hives. He’s sitting at the end of a long dining table with a white tablecloth concealing its mahogany structure. It’s adorned with an array of foods; fruits, vegetables, meats; a cornucopia of delights to dig one's fingers into. 
It’s what he anticipates happening upon the arrival of his guests, who will fill the twenty-two empty wooden chairs that are present.
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blue-eli · 25 days ago
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Ink October day 5: Riddle
A mystifying, misleading, or puzzling question posed as a problem to be solved or guessed.
Something or someone difficult to understand.
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offorestsongs · 5 months ago
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literally most of the twst shipping discourse is just the most stupid shit ive ever seen but people who are super against Malleus/Leona definitely take the cake. i just cannot imagine making any discourse posts about what is essentially your most basic, standard, run-of-the-mill fandom enemies to lovers ship
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twsted-seas · 2 years ago
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Idia: *tentatively leaving his cave to figure out why the WiFi is out/where Ortho is*
Malleus, popping out from behind a corner, full fancy overblot form: Hello! Do you want to play a game?
Idia, who has seen all of the Saw movies:
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ventique18 · 1 year ago
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Malleyuu meta ramblings
Day three of Book 7 and I still couldn't believe how far Malleus would "subtly" push to ship himself with the player like damn they always find a way to imply a soulmate narrative with him.
I've never seen aggressive teasing to this extent tbh. Refusing to outright say he's their main love interest (and to an extent the only love interest) but liberally seasoning his entire character with flirtatious lines and suggestive choice of actions and an unbelievable romantically-driven background... I'm speechless tbh. And if the crazy theories about his dad and his relation to Grim are true, they're also gunning hard to plant him as both the center of the world and forging a strong inexplicable connection between him and the player.
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egophiliac · 1 year ago
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some (extremely) quick doodles to celebrate the glorious return of glorious masquerade! I haven't had a chance to do much personal drawing lately, but I didn't want to let it go by without doing something!
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lanshappycorner · 2 years ago
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U know twst is such a mindfuck because all the personal stories and events are canonly confirmed to be like alternate universes/events outside of the main story, so you can be besties with this character in one event/story and then you go back to the main story and they fucking hate your guts (sebek)
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captainjacklyn · 2 years ago
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WHEN I SAID I WANTED CHAPTER 7, THIS WASN'T WHAT I WAS ASKING FOR ?!
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Malleus...please be safe...MY BABY-
*inhales a fly*
LILIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
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sebek-zigbolt · 8 months ago
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gueh, its all igni
#i#dont care#IDIA GOT 2 NEW ASSETS#pretends it doesnt bother me#for a guy who loves diasomnia i sure do hate A LOT of the choices in their chapter#hrmmmm#bothers me how technology beating magic is such a.. central theme of twst#like... why would i care... its a magic academy... obv u like magic if u like the games aesthetics and like... STORY idk#maybe i just hate everything igni stands for#and esp orthos AI ass#Whatevr theres no silver or sebek to keep my attention so im barely paying attention until malleus appears#Magic is like#part of u and nature and life esp for diasomnia and their fae ass#no the shota robot will beat the dragon FUCK OFFFFFF#Waits for my twst fan card to b revocked for who I hate#like if u wanted sth abt how its human to die and u cant live eternally and its ok to grieve but Humanity/Reality is good regardless#Ai is not... a good narrative choice for that#and like ikk magic is kinda innate but also they just had to make it a SKILL you TRAIN so it just gives... my ai can beat ur skill ^_^#throws up#I wanttt more malleuss#I love how evil he is and talks slowly but lets actuallyyy focus on him and his themes maybe next time#ON ONE HAND#i want more sebek content#on the other? I think we have had enough character assassination last chs so im ok ^_^#yea you go get the malleus egg its not like im insane abt malleus more than any other person or anything#ill just stand here when shit goes down🧍#I feel so loved and appreciated#im not desperate for it#and I have so much emotional intelligence ^_^#gurl
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galacticproblems · 2 years ago
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Showing off my Twst charms again because these might be my favorite thing I've ever made. The gold is so pretty irl and in the sun. You can find these in my shop HERE.
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