Recently there has been a kid walking around my school dressed as and acting like Dr Clef. Between classes he will just start wandering around and (badly) playing his ukulele while singing. Sometimes he screeches. This week he started carrying around a 6 foot long pool noodle which he uses to whack people who don’t social distance. He is a tyrant; everyone fears the Ukulele Man and his Social Distancing Noodle. Is there anything you’d like to say in regards to this tiny chaotic gremlin of a freshman?
. . . I’m torn between being proud of this guy for embodying the very essence of Cleffish Chaos, fearing that he’s gonna get his ass kicked for the same, and wanting to make sure that he doesn’t hurt other people in the process.
I hope he makes some friends.
- Clef
Context: Homebrew D&D campaign based on SBURB. Our characters god-tiered a while ago.
Aasimar Knight of Time: I wear a kilt so people can’t ask me what’s in my pants.
Human Sylph of Space: What if they ask what’s in your skirt?
Knight of Time: Shouldn’t the answer be obvious?
Sylph of Space: Uhh-
Knight of Time: A knife.
Hide and Seek
Dr Clef: No matter how much you resist, you are learning this.
Random guy attending his seminar: I’m scared now.
Dr Clef: Good. You should be.
she probably borrowed crayons from him to draw this too
Behind the scenes of Hetalia: The World Twinkle (2015)
“Why do all the hot people have to be ace???”
- Our distraught Elf Bard, after trying to flirt with the Aasimar Fighter (me) who happens to be aromantic/asexual
Just stuff I reblog. Occasionally post art as well, apparently.
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