My Yuu's are rOACHES 🪳🔥

The recent tweel cards got me wondering... just where did Yuu sit during the ride back to NRC in book 4?

And after analyzing the design I came to the conclusion that we must've been playing Floyd Leech Pro Surfer 3

IT WAS FUCKING

Others:

I’ve been struggling with my mental health more and more so bear with me (T~T)

First one is based off of something I told my friend cause she was on her period (also I hc ace as transmasc, along with Jamil and Deuce), the seventh one is like that one audio, also I wanted to throw shade at Natlan in the eighth one lmao. Last one is from one of my oomfs sending those splatoon image things

(Will be cross posted on @tsubomisno1fan !)

Because in one of the most prestigious magic schools there is, the headmaster fucking *encourages* it!

PART 4: NIGHT RAVEN ACADEMY

Aghhhhh hello anon! Im glad you enjoyed my silly little post, that’s so sweet of you! Yea I feel like there’s so much going on with Idia (frankly with both of the Shroud brothers and their whole deal) that gets kinda bogged down by tropey perceptions. Like yes Idia is introverted and mostly opposed to interacting with people, but there are a lot of layers there. He’s agoraphobic, under-socialized, and painfully anxious. he’s scarily smart and prefers to scheme behind the scenes until he’s positive whatever he’s cooking up is fool proof (which I don’t think is an inherently bad trait) because things are easier and require less effort when there’s a script. freeballing social interactions with people and a broader environment you have no interest in connecting with is both taxing and in no way gratifying (in Idia’s mind, and in most cases). Its inefficient, which I also think is a good way of summarizing his attitudes towards social interaction.

He considers it pointless for everyone involved since he’s just going to disappear one day. Not to mention his upbringing and that hot mess of socialization, I think anybody would be fucked up from that. Plus his whole complex about his appearance and the fact that it’s not exactly been pleasant to just exist publicly. With all these factors in mind It’s important to remember that he’s the one who has decided he MUST be alone and that his fate is predetermined. In the name of efficiency/practicality and his sanity (while ironically undermining both) he just gives up before he’s even started. The world doesn’t end for the people around him, but he’s miserable and would be regardless. I mean he outright says so in book 6. The worst part is that he’s really self aware about it - he just doesn’t think he can change his circumstances or himself. I think the rest of his character really relies on that point. Honestly that’s what makes him so tragic and why I think his overblot is so interesting. It calls into question this focus on efficiency because it’s really just a bluff- as smart and rational as he wants to be, he’s quick tempered and honestly very emotional. We actually get to see just how far he can go with this almost martyr like philosophy because it hinges on his low self worth, but once someone he loves is brought into the equation, he completely jumps the gun. He may not see himself as worth saving, but for the one person he cares about/who understands him??? Who he believes he failed? Rationale goes out the window.

Most normal board game club meeting

popping back in for a couple seconds, because I am obsessed with these two throwaway characters from the last new year's bit. I need to know more about this fancy overdramatic theater kid and IT nerdling's more-likely-than-you'd-think friendship.

(brb, building an entire mental headcanon around these random characters who will literally never appear again. they have a whole sitcom together...in my heart.)

The demon behind the desk cringes, nearly sliding off their desk chair. “Y-you can’t say that! BEATRICE!”

Another demon comes racing in, this one with bright blue skin. She’s wearing a three-piece suit and carrying a single piece of paper. She skirts the kid, yellow eyes regarding him with no small amount of fear, and nearly tosses the paper to the red demon behind the desk.

“Hell,” the kid says experimentally. The blue demon yelps and races from the room, coat flapping behind her.

The red demon smooths the paper on their desk with trembling hands. “I– with those two, that’s another century of darnation, young–”

“You mean damnation,” the kid says. They lean forward in their chair, eyebrows rising so high they nearly disappear into their hairline. “I’m being sentenced to eternal damnation in hell. For…swearing?” The kid thinks this over, seemingly oblivious to the way the red demon is hyperventilating. “What the fuck.”