#More Chainsaws needed
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luxshine · 1 year ago
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The original Invisible man is one of the scariest original universal monsters. We're talking about a crazy paranoid narcissist, who can't be seen. I made a video about him about a year ago, and today, I just wanted to remember it a bit.
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ddenji · 4 months ago
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fujimoto this is serious. im gonna need 100% more content of fami and her friends from school…. they carry hers like a sack of potato….
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anjasitdown · 4 months ago
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Love how Denji's more self-aware than what we give him credit for
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degenerateshinji · 1 year ago
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so silly this chapter hahahahhaha
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lantddinh · 9 months ago
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I always think that if Yoshida was a chick, he would have a bob or a wolfcut. So I made that happened.
And Denji is here to match cause I do ship them
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meownotgood · 4 months ago
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goddddddd how did he get even more handsome I'm... swooning........ please....... my heart can't take it... look at him!!!!!!!!
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knifetomeatu · 5 months ago
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THATS why he's the way he is!!!😭 she ISNT crazy!!!
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eightspringdays · 6 months ago
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if you have the feeling this arc may feel incomplete or something is off, take into consideration fujimoto is doing it on purpose
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From this 2021 interview with Da Vinci magazine. Fujimoto doesn't spoon-feed you the content, he never has and I think the charm resides in that he never will
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katamari-of-luv · 1 year ago
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He snaps out of the override for one second to say this then goes back
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csm-ships-ruined-my-life · 2 years ago
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why did makima do this ,, did she realize she achieved her goal and was like "shit wait i gotta look cool hold on" before realizing she has only ever had 1/6 of a malboro 12 years ago
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proxythe · 2 years ago
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i really have nothing to say
look at alt if u cant read my handwriting … sry…😞
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luxshine · 1 year ago
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More Chainsaws Needed is up for my Patreons!
You can enjoy it right away by joining up, and also hear the actual end audio that I wanted to have, which Youtube didn't like much :)
Just 1 USD a month!
(Of course, you can also wait a week to see the You tube version! The info is the same! :D)
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dogsosoy · 11 months ago
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i am thinking about stalking aki. no devils au also (gn)reader is an obsessive freakkk and loser ; things get a little physically violent ^__^
as per usual, you were following the local grocery store clerk home after his shift.
he was a pretty unassuming guy, despite his height, but something about him was different from all the other NPCs you had to encounter in your shitty city.
a few weeks ago, for the first time in your life, someone wasn’t outright disgusted with your presence. on top of that, that person was downright gorgeous too. exactly your type. a lot like the guys you went for in your dating sims: tall, long hair, and an unbothered attitude. aki had an air about him that screamed “i don’t really care,” which made you weak in the knees. you were shaking when you approached his checkout line.
you expected him to be like everyone else. throw you a hardly-concealed glare and make your interaction as swift as possible. you’ve never been that great with social interaction. or social cues. but somehow, in your delusional mind, you believed that you were quite charming the day you met aki.
he had initially caught you off guard. aki recognized the game on your shirt, and commented on it as he was checking out (and trying hard not to judge) your groceries (seriously, when was the last time you ate a meal that wasn’t full of MSG?). immediately getting even more flustered and nervous than you already were, you told him a fun fact about the game—that only you found fun—and flashed him an awkward, stressed out smile. more fearful looking than anything. more animalistic than human.
but he smiled back, so clearly that meant you did a good job, right? you surely impressed him with your knowledge and the submissive air about you! he must’ve thought you were charming in a “kicked dog” sort of way.
aki totally wasn’t thinking ‘will this quivering little freak get out of my line already?’ eyeing your shaky hands and figure. you were most definitely overstaying your welcome in the check-out area to stutter at this poor clerk. at least he’s good at staying composed. most of the time.
overall, he was disgusted by you. you looked like you got hit by a bus two weeks ago and hadn’t showered since. your clothes were dirty and way too big, like a child trying on something from their parent’s closet. you had a minecraft wallet that would’ve been a cute little trait if you weren’t so fucking off-putting. your hair was in your eyes. probably to hide your face, he thought. you don’t seem to like being perceived.
aki had a lot of thoughts about you in that moment—some of them more intrusive than others. he thought about scowling at you, yelling at you to move along, maybe shoving your shitty groceries into your hands so you’d get the idea that he really didn’t like your vibe. or face. or anything about you. then, aki thought about strangling you. you just had a face for it. you looked easy to beat up and aki kind of liked that. it crossed his mind that maybe he could kick the shit out of you after his shift. get some anger out. hell, he could’ve taken five and done it right then.
you know, normal minimum wage job thoughts.
but of course, he didn’t do any of that. didn’t even really entertain the thought (although he really would’ve liked to). at his core, aki isn’t a bad person. he’s not the best, don’t get him wrong, but he wouldn’t harm a random person he doesn’t know. even if that person was giving him a million reasons to, just by existing. even if they look like they would make such a good punching bag. or stress ball. or chew toy?
aki doesn’t necessarily enjoy hurting people. he’ll admit, he does find some sort of sick satisfaction in it, but it’s not something he actively seeks out. or even something that regularly crosses his mind. aki is reliable and intelligent. that’s what anyone you ask would say about him. sure, maybe he’s a hardass most of the time, but he really does seem to have a thing for helping others.
he looked at you, really looked at you, his eyes filled with pity as you were turning to walk out of the store. he imagined what it would be like to have everyone you come across have these sorts of thoughts about you. how could you live your life normally when everything about you invokes violent and anger in the people around you?
it was pathetic. he thought you were pathetic.
maybe he could help you.
your eyes caught his only for a moment as you cautiously glanced back at him, trying to sneak in one more glimpse at this angel before you went home, not to return for weeks. then you saw it. you saw that look. something in his eyes, but it wasn’t anger or annoyance or disgust. your face heated up, and your eyes widened with how flustered you felt. your palms suddenly felt sweaty, and it was too hot. for once, someone looked at you and felt something more for you, and it felt like a fire was lit inside your chest.
this man… (squints to read name tag) aki… he was different.
and aki knew from that split second that you were definitely a total hopeless case and complete freak.
your obsession with him snowballed from there.
you followed behind him after every shift, making sure to stay hidden from the light and as far away as possible. you just wanted to make sure the love of your life got home safe! plus, it wasn’t hard to keep an eye on him. maybe keeping up with him was a little difficult due to the height difference, but good thing you’re amazing at masking your presence! thank you, fear of being perceived.
even from this distance, your heart was in your throat. you could barely make out the way his shoulders moved as he walked, or how he lazily puffed on a cigarette (mevius brand, your brain supplied). it was still enough to get you panting like a freaky little creep. your whole body was on fire. the physical reaction you had to aki was apparent, and it had only gotten worse by the day. during your first interaction, you were a complete mess. now? you’d be lucky to get a single word out if he was any closer than twenty feet, and your legs would surely give out from the anxiety. it would be like meeting god.
aki had decided earlier, during his shift, that he had had enough of this game of cat and mouse.
of course he could feel the eyes on his back during his walk to his apartment. although you think you’re quite slick and sneaky, aki has known since the first day you followed him home. you may be quiet, but your hiding skills are a bit rusty. on top of that, aki trained in the police force. he knows when someone is tailing him. he had to hand it to you though, it took him longer than normal to notice you.
every day you got a bit closer—he had picked up on that by the fifth night. he picked up on you breaking into his apartment by the second week, which irked him. not because he necessarily cared about you stealing his stuff—he didn’t have much of value anyway—he just didn’t want your dirty hands touching everything. he started cleaning more after that.
then slowly he started… leaving things out for you. like someone leaving milk out for a stray cat. a half eaten bar of chocolate on his kitchen counter, an old shirt on his bed. things he thought you’d think he wouldn’t miss. he left some healthier food out too, with a few bites taken out of it, so you’d think he was done eating and take it for yourself.
he wondered if it felt like sharing a meal to you, too.
he had caught a glimpse of you in a shop window as he turned the corner onto his street. you were wearing his shirt. he never saw you without one of his shirts on, not since you started stealing them.
instead of continuing all the way to his apartment, aki stopped short and took a quick right to duck into a nearby alleyway.
your heart sped up. what was he doing? was he meeting with someone else? going to someone else’s place? maybe just taking a leak? despite your worryingly amazing stalking skills, you lacked a lot of… basic intellect. street smarts.
common sense.
you approached the alley cautiously, peering in. no sign of aki. your heart sunk, had you lost him? your foot steps rang out in quiet thuds on the concrete. your thoughts were running a mile a minute.
aki thinks you should be more aware of your surroundings. it becomes another bullet on his mental list of things you need to work on. this list is uncomfortably long.
you pass by an unassuming dumpster, not looking at or even near it. it didn’t cross your mind that the object of your deepest desire could be crouched beside it. why would he be? why would he be staring at you? why would he be getting ready to pounce on you, like a predator on prey?
the moment you had just barely cleared the threshold into his vision, aki pounced.
your back hit the concrete wall before you could even grasp what could be happening. the smell of cigarette smoke flooded your sinuses. someone’s forearm was pressed to your neck—their hand carefully balancing a mevius cigarette between two fingers—affectively holding your weaker body in place and somewhat choking you. your voice cried out in a pathetic yelp, which caused another large hand to be placed rather roughly over your mouth. he didn’t want you to make any unnecessary noise. or, god forbid, any dumb comments.
his figure was even more imposing at this distance—or lack there of. fuck, is he going to kill you? beat the shit out of you? why is that thought kinda hot? your heart was beating so fast you felt like you were going to have a heart attack. aki, ever composed, casually leaned over your trembling body, looking deep into your scared eyes with his intense gaze. he was so calm, but he was also scary. imposing. like a parent looking down at a child who has misbehaved. your knees felt weak.
you have misbehaved.
his face was inches from yours as he spoke softly, condescendingly, “i would say you’re dumber than you look but,” his eyes raked over your figure slowly, rolling the cigarette between his fingers. he removed his forearm from your neck and took a drag and blew the smoke into your face as he continued, “you’re not.”
quick note: having a hand over your mouth, somewhat covering your nose, smoke blown into your face, and having previously been choked by a forearm to the neck does NOT pair amazingly with what was likely an incoming panic attack. or maybe it was a meltdown. aki didn’t think you could tremble this much. widen your eyes this much. make him feel so in control this much. he would’ve rather thrown out his brand new pack of meviuses than admit that you have such a way of making him feel. he continued rolling his cigarette between his fingers, staring at your face, thinking. then he backed off a little. looked down his nose at you.
his gaze was filled with disgust… and an impossible amount of want. want for you. to own you. control you. maybe he just wanted to have some sort of control over anything in his life. unfortunately, you didn’t have a whole lot of time to react to this sudden realization about aki, as you cried out, muffled by his palm. the bastard had put his cigarette out on your neck.
“don’t worry,” he spoke softly, in an ever condescending tone, “you’ll probably still be able to walk when i’m done.”
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willofadeadgirl · 2 days ago
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has anyone else seen that one production of heathers that i think is in barcelona they have lesbian jdronica and theyre really hot
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giddlygoat · 2 years ago
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zen sketches from the last few weeks <3 please read all chips in
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dumbass-hyperfixations · 4 months ago
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tbh i wouldn’t be mad if this episode was the beginning in ravi’s vendetta against eddie (he has been going through it this episode and i need it to be his villain origin story it would be so funny). like, eddie comes back, all smiles and greeted with warm hugs, only to find ravi glaring at him, going “yeah. welcome back. teddie.”
and eddie’s so confused, but ravi has endured it all at this point and has long since decided that eddie leaving for that short period of time was actually the worst thing to happen to him. and so he takes it out on eddie, by calling him the wrong name on purpose, making an effort to not laugh at eddie’s jokes. like, he’s avoidant towards buck (he does not want a repeat of that attempt of friendship), but edmundo diaz has become his workplace enemy number one. and eddie would corner him at some point, going “okay, what’s your problem, man?”
to which ravi goes, “no problem. i just don’t want to be any more associated to you. one night of drinking with buck, which turned into a drunken podcast about you, was enough. i had to pull out the big guns and throw his ex at him so i could escape.”
and eddie’s face immediately drops into a murderous glare. “wait. tommy? that was your doing?”
and that is the moment where nothing actually gets resolved, only that now ravi is eddie’s enemy number one also and they need to be standing at least 5 feet apart at all times lest they start foaming at the mouth. all of their direct interactions need to be made with a witness present.
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