This Was A Lot Funnier Originally But I Like Messing With This Loser. Imagine Having Emotionally AND

Hehehe losers, I can call them that without sounding like a single jealous loser because I have a partner now. Take that liberals

I thought if this after reading a fic about Shou giving Ritsu a spoon for valentines. Check out Lovespoon by lieano on ao3, it’s pretty cool

POV: you’re a spoon in Ritsu’s silverware drawer

I haven’t painted the pupils yet so it’s a little terrifying ♥️

Doodles hehe

Thought I’d share some mp100 doodles (some of these are a little old.)

Oh and a special doodle of Reigen and one of my ocs, Julius.

Ngh

More mha x mp100 stuff. I made Teru and Mob’a hero outfits.

Here’s some baseline info: psychic powers in this world have existed for a long long time and have no physical indicators. This makes them different than quirks meaning that espers are technically quirkless.

Design stuff. Mobs whole outfit is a modified school uniform. He isn’t particularly creative so he just used and old uniform instead of making a whole new outfit. In this AU he and Teru haven’t met yet. They also are a year above Ritsu and Midoriya.

Teru time.

Teru’s outfit is as ugly as ever. His shoes are a call back to the ones he wore in season 2 because I liked them. The cargo pants are for stored first aid and other stuff. His hair is long since he hasn’t fought mob yet. The training they do where half the class is villains and the other are hero’s is when they have their big fight.

Mob is so right. Sometimes you just need a refreshing glass of milk. Sometimes I’m just an eepy fella that needs a warm glass of milk to wash away my worries. I am a proud milk enjoyer 🥛

on a scale of 1 to 10 how open are you to making friends with someone else who is also very very hyperfixated on mob psycho

As long as I don’t have to make the first move when making friends then I’d love to. I am aggressively awkward at making friends So I’d say like a 7 or 8. None of my friends are actually into mp100 except a friend I have who just thirst over Reigen lol.

(Lil portrait of me, I need a haircut)

One of the most heartbreaking scenes in The Dark Era is seeing Dazai trying so desperately to convince Oda to live. Seeing Dazai clutching at straws, repeating back the advice he must have heard a thousand times at him, just to try and get through to Oda even though he knows already that it would never work.

And the worst part is, how through this whole scene Oda is acting just like Dazai, he has the same emptiness that Dazai normally only sees in himself. So now Dazai has to go through the impossible task of convincing HIMSELF to live, something he has been unable to do all these years.

I looked at Dazai. “There isn’t anything, Dazai. It’s all over. Everything. Whatever else happens now is meaningless—just like what I’m about to do. Am I wrong?” “Odasaku…,” Dazai said softly. “Forgive me for the absurd wording, but—don’t go. Find something to rely on. Expect good things to happen from here on out. There’s gotta be something…

And then him telling Oda why he joined the mafia, even though it was clearly something he never wanted to tell anyone, in the vague hope that it just might convince Oda to stop.

Hey, Odasaku, do you know why I joined the Mafia?” I stared at him. We had known each other for a long time, but he’d never even attempted to talk about that. “I joined the Mafia because of an expectation I had. I thought if I was close to death and violence—close to people giving in to their urges and desires, then I would be able to see the inner nature of humankind up close. I thought if I did that…” Dazai paused before continuing, “…I would be able to find something—a reason to live.”

But he can't do it, Oda is too far gone at this point, he lost not only the children, but his dream. He was in unimaginable grief and suffering and just wanted things to end.

I looked at him; he looked back at me. “I wanted to be a novelist,” I said. “I thought I wouldn’t deserve such a life if I killed someone during a mission. That’s why I never killed anyone. But that’s all in the past. There’s only one thing I want now.” “Odasaku!” I began to walk away. Dazai yelled out, but I didn’t turn around. Heading west, I started my journey.

Oda's listlessness is almost a perfect mirror of Dazai in the bar after Ango has betrayed them.

“I’m not sad. I knew from the very beginning,” Dazai said. His face was a blank mask now. “It didn’t matter whether you were with the Special Division for Unusual Powers. I always lose the things I don’t want to lose the most. That’s why I don’t feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it. That’s just how things are. There is nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering.” I stared at Dazai. We had known each other for a while, but this was the first time he’d ever opened up about himself. I could see a thorn the size of a harpoon wedged deeply into his life.

This is why I say Oda is the only character to ever truly understand Dazai, because he saw the part of Dazai that he kept most hidden from the world, he knew Dazai's unending loneliness and emptiness. And in the end, he was consumed by the very same thing. But before he died, he did what only he could do, and gave Dazai a way to escape that emptiness.