He would ask his students a math question like:

"Point A to Point B has a distance of 50 miles, if Jack drives in a 20 km/h speed, how many magical apples can he eat until he reached point C and why?"

Or if magic related,

if an overblot monster is 10 m away and is gonna attack you, how much reaction time do you have to realized you have homework?

"Trick question, professor! World renowned sprinter, Jack Howl will never be caught dead violating road safety rules!"

Ace meeting his own Ace Trappola first year

then Ace goes like: Well, duh..you can't arrest a ghost...unless it's a ghost jail then instead of Math, the class went on full Ace Attorney

[Diary of Riddle Rosehearts • Part II] A CRY FOR HELP 🥀 When I was overblotting, something broke inside me and it felt unfixable. Just like a mirror shattering on the ground after hanging on the same wall for so many years, perfectly still. That break was the starting point and made me switch. I couldn’t explain it, it just felt that way through my whole body. The limits I have never been allowed to cross… have been this time and I had no idea what would happen next. As odd as it may sound, I experienced the feeling of relief for the first time. It was like my suffering suddenly became real and was not only in my head anymore.

Mom… Yes you heard it right! Because you’ve always corrected me to call you “Mother” instead of “Mom”. I believe it was to keep it formal. Nonsense…!! You wanted to draw a line between your own son and yourself. Why so? Because you thought it would make my emotions vanish all of a sudden? Well, guess what dear Mother, it did NOT… It only enabled my pain to grow bigger over the years and made me a controlling tyrant and above all… a monster who could’ve heavily harmed my own peers and… friends… I am crying writing those words and my tears never stop flowing. It is so painful but I have finally found a way to relieve this buried pain I’ve been holding inside me for too long.

I understand all the knowledge and discipline you taught me, Mom. I really do. Perhaps it was your own way to show me your love…? Because you weren’t able to give it in any other ways? I don’t know, it’s all confusing. I feel so lost… because the world you prepared me to get in is not the way you taught me. But there is one thing I can tell now :

"Controlling everything is not what leads you to freedom, Mom. It only sends you to a mental prison for madness as the final stage… Freedom is not Obedience." Text is made by me. Embracing characters’ emotions through drawing is own of my specialties and this illustration allowed me to express the depth and complexity of Riddle Rosehearts. Thank you and may you find your inner peace Riddle 🌹♥️

« OFF WITH YOU HEAD ! » so the Queen of Hearts has spoken.

Been cooking Riddle for a while and here he is, hopefully well cooked. He’s supposed to be part of a way bigger illustration for the Twst anime release but as always I was too ambitious and didn't make it on time. Be patience, it's coming !

heartslabyul tripping a student on the stairs while they're skipping chores and riddle is after them

savanaclaw blowing sand/dirt into someone's (read: lilia's) eyes

pomefiore using a gentle breeze to fix someone's hair or clothes

ignihyde fixing a game-breaking glitch in someone's game

diasomnia playing chess with its students

octavinelle subtly moving something that would've tripped a lounge waiter with a heavy tray

scarabia subtly pointing a student towards the right direction in the textbook they're using

but also more... uncanny things

the lights in ignihyde slowly pulsing, like a heartbeat, or breathing

random howls or roars in savanaclaw despite none of its students making such noises at the moment

the rose maze in heartslabyul rearranging itself, leading countless students to get lost despite swearing that they know the layout

mirrors in pomefiore sometimes reflecting movement that those beholding them never made, or momentarily reflecting people that aren't present at all

music echoing through the halls of scarabia with no true source

human, and only human, students of octavinelle swearing that they hear singing coming from outside

random alluring lights and humming in diasomnia, tempting students to the high spires of the dorm or the depths of the basement

More 💐