Listen, I'm Having Fun Playing With The Ultra Patriotic Voice, But After A Couple Years In Blue-collar

This is amazing the chaos is good very good!

𝔸𝕟 𝔼𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 (bro idk what to call it)

Another day, another torturous round of school.

Saiki Kusuo woke up as usual, his strawberry-colored hair already perfectly styled, without needing to do anything thanks to his psychic abilities. Not that he wanted to impress anyone – it was far from it. But since his telekinesis and all the other powers he had made it impossible to even think about doing something as mundane and simple as brushing his hair, he just lets his abilities handle it.

About school? It's the same as always for him. The pink haired psychic sits in his usual spot, trying to keep his psychic shields up to avoid hearing the inner thoughts of his classmates. Kineshi and Shun kept talking about their "awesome" plans for the weekend. Teruhashi keeps on being annoying and wanting to seek attention from him. Seriously, do they ever stop? All he ever wanted was to be average, not noticed by anyone. Was that too much to ask for?

Anyway, nothing noteworthy happened during the day. Oh, except for the usual noise from Riki, who tried to make him laugh by doing something ridiculous with his hair. Of course, he didn't laugh. He should know better by now. But he couldn't blame him. In his world, that's probably the best way to get attention.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of another pointless day, Kusuo was already preparing for his escape. He could barely stand to stay any longer in that horrendous school. Not that he has a choice, though. Being stuck in this world with a bunch of clueless people who have no idea about the disaster that is his existence? That's his life.

When he got home after a little walk in peace (somehow managing to get away from Nendo), he immediately headed to his room. Inside there it was quiet and peaceful. His only sanctuary. The one place where he could try to keep things from falling apart.

But then, something very annoying happened.

Kusuo was about to settle into his chair and relax for the evening when he noticed something unusual. One of the pink clips on his head – the ones that help stabilize his powers – was a little off. [Huh? The hell?] He didn't think too much of it at first, but as he concentrated and went up to reach it, he realized that it was, in fact, deflating.

Great. Just great.

He sighed deeply. Again? These things were important – more so than most people realize. If he doesn't have his pink clips fully inflated or in a good condition, he'll risk losing control of his powers. Which means his sneezes could level an entire block, he might break the floor with just applying a little bit more pressure by stepping on it, and worst of all, his entire life could slowly spiral into chaos. He quickly rushed to his dresser to grab the emergency backup box that Kusuke left behind, the one he kept hidden in case of situations like this. But when he turned back around, he was already beginning to feel a shift in the air. His heart suddenly dropped. "...Hey, Kusuo? I need your help–"

[ Dad! Could you not right now?! ] Kusuo huffed as he shouted telepathically to him, hoping he could just ask him to not be an idiot for once and not make things worse for him.

But of course, his dad didn't hear him. He never did, and that's what led to the problem.

He has teleportation as one of his abilities, and while he normally has it under control, this time, his powers got all out of whack. It wasn't just a simple teleportation – He wasn't even trying to teleport himself! He then felt his nose feel ticklish. He let out a small sneeze.

A simple, singular sneeze.

That's all it took.

And as soon as he did, his father – who had been standing just a little too close – disappeared. Kusuo froze in horror, staring at the spot where he had been.

What did I just do?  Kusuo is sure he felt him pop out of existence for just a second... And then... He was gone.

[ DAD?! ] He was panicking. But of course, he wasn't there to hear him.

That's when it hit him. In his panic, his powers hadn't just shifted his position a few feet like they usually do when he teleports. Oh, no. His powers were too unstable. He had teleported  his dad into another location. He tried to sense him by emitting signals, but he couldn't. His father wasn't found anywhere in the world no matter how he tried. Did he just teleport him into somewhere other than this world?

Kusuo's knees felt weak as he slumped to the floor, his head spinning. This was bad. Really, really bad. He was responsible for making sure everything in the universe stayed intact. And now, he probably sent his father to a completely different parallel universe. He's not even sure how to get him back.

His heart was racing. He's the one who handles all of the chaos, yet somehow, he's the one causing it. The pink haired man started thinking about how he could possibly fix this, but then the panic set in. What if there's no way to get him back? What if he's lost forever in some random world? He tried to calm himself down, but the truth was, he really couldn't. It was getting harder and harder to control his powers. He could feel his mind getting weaker, like a rubber band that was stretched too far. There was only one thing he could do now.

He needed to find a way to reinflate that damaged clip and get control back. Fast. How did this escalate to this point?

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who are these DIVAS 🩷💚

Dunno how well non-fanart artworks do here, but have my latest sorta self portrait :)

spreading the agenda or something

Why didn't they show us!!!

Sometimes I wonder if an old sprit or god it would make a lot of sense as akechi seems to get his detective skills a good bit from his guardian sprit same with aiura so that could be were Saiki got some of his abilities tho it doesn't seem to be the case with Toritsuka but we can assume it's that way for Saiki based of how are lil ghost boy talks about it I'm not really familiar with Japanese spirits tho so I'm not quite sure what it could be

there's this one episode where reita's spirit leaves somewhere and kusuo asks : are you gonna be fine without ur guardian spirit? And reita said: no ill be alright while ur guardian spirit is her it will protect us both and im like...WHAT KIND OF GUARDIAN SPIRIT THAT IS SO GREAT AND POWERFUL THAT YOU FEEL SAFE EVEN WHEN UR PERSONAL SPIRIT LEAVES!!

Happy Halloween everynyan :3

Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.

Morpho Fat and Skin Folds on Archive.org (for free!)

This idea was so fun how could I resist!

i think if I made a saiki k superhero au saiki would act as a Lois lane type character yknow? like a civillian the hero knows who is constantly being attacked or kidnapped or smt. he still has his powers but he wants to be NORMAL so fuck that hero nonsense. but his brother kusuke is a supervillain who keeps sending robots to attack him because he wants to prove he's better and force saiki to be his nemesis because the rest of these so called heroes aren't WORTHY, but since no hero in their right mind would let a murder robot murder their friend (or anyone) they always end up "saving" saiki from them.

i personally think the funniest option for the hero here would be teruhashi, and since this is a comedy so it shall be (very superman+magical girl vibes with her)

Two vampires let's call them M and S fell in love and late one night M says "some times I wonder what I look like now did my appearance change when I did do I look the same I barely remember what I used to look like anymore" this eventually led to them trying to describe eachother and a laugh filled night years and years later S walked up holding a painting with a huge smile "it's you" she said her fangs caught the light "I knew you wanted to know how you looked" M smiled back she looked different now darker hair tried eyes but she looked like her truely her

Get three towel hooks for hand towels in your bathroom. Label them "guests", "friends", and "enemies". Put regular towels on two of them and one of those water-dissolving prank towels on one - whichever one you think is the funniest. Invite people over, and wait until one of them inevitably goes to the bathroom and picks the prank towel while drying their hands.

Once they come out and ask you why you had a hand towel that falls apart on touch, look extremely suspicious of them and ask if they're sure they picked the right towel.