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bonkalore · 2 months ago
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A commission I technically got myself for my bday again by the magnificent crowzen!! (Here's the other awesome set they did for me before!) Definitely fit more into the cozy fall vibes tho so I didn't mind sharing a bit later.
Love this series of pics and they always do so well with them and are great to work with! <3 Super grateful for this cute spread!
I kind of just had it as a continuation off of another older comic I did where Lucy comes over and gives Jayce a shave and hangs out for the evening~
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jellyjamheadobb · 7 months ago
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dungeon-meshi-tournament · 6 months ago
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Congratulations to Laios eating the Winged Lion on winning the title of Prettiest Full-Page Illustration in the Manga!
I guess people prefer their Touden sibling gay sex ouroboros imagery in landscape mode.
Edit: I've got a couple anime-onlies in the notes asking me what this scene is about, and all I can say is two things:
There's a reason I tagged this post "dunmeshi spoilers". If you don't want this series spoiled for you, please block that tag so you won't see posts that might spoil it.
If you want to find out what's going on here, you'll have to read the manga.
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obsob · 1 year ago
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once more around the sun!! :3
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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year ago
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In which usopp tries to make sanji feels better but ends up just devolving into worse and worse food puns (it works completely)
THANKU @charliethechandelure FOR STIMULATING MY BRAINCELLS T ^ T!!! This is all from their headcanon of usopp leaving notes around the ship for the crew :D I found the thought adorable that usopp might leave a note for sanji to find each morning, and i thought itd be even more adorable if he’d leave more notes if sanji was having a bad day before °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
I also appreciate u @artemis-in-space for sending in ur idea 2 ; w ; I’ll keep it safe n sound in my lil inbox ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
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largishcat · 2 months ago
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the real problem with having an office job is that you all don’t have the exact same job as me because i have a million #relatable posts that would do numbers except they’re only funny to someone who knows all the same niche internal acronyms so i just have to post them on the team slack and get four laugh-crying reacts
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surrealist-dreamer · 1 year ago
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You ever get bored y’all can just look at bumper stickers on Etsy
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Might do a part 2
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Who knows really?
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unacknowledgeable · 9 days ago
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Continued: Serial killer reader x yan!batfam
.........Ooooookay, I guess yall really liked my serial killer!reader? I guess I'm honor bound to continue??? Oh noooo, the horrorrrr. But seriously, I'm glad! Because it only gets worse from here! >:}
Anyway, this was really difficult to write because I literally could not find good starting and stopping points, I tried to make my thoughts flow into each other as seamlessly as possible but there's SO MUCH I wanna write for this, it’s eating me alive, (also like, feel free to send asks bc I get sidetracked a lot in my writing and looove just answering questions as jumping off points, so please gimme gimme)
That being said, enjoy!
WARNING for disturbing imagery, untreated mental illness and trauma, blood, and depictions of murder (seriously)
So obviously, this M/c is a serial killer, so how do they go about keeping this hidden while simultaneously living with the world's greatest detectives?
Simple, ya don't.
Okay so that's not completely true. Compared to the average criminal, you put in a lot of effort to not get caught, but the average criminal doesn’t live with THE Batman either
Compared to the rest of your family though? You basically put in the bare minimum required to hide your… unsavory activities
Of course, you'll wash your blood soaked clothes yourself, in the lesser used washrooms of the manor, but once in a blue moon, when you’re too tired to care or your catch of the night put up a greater fight then anticipated, you'll throw your tainted clothes in with the rest of the families
And they just… don't fucking notice.
Or when they do, they just assume that one of the others had an unfortunate run in with some criminal while in civvies 
You've overheard many admonishments from Dick or Alfred over the years, telling Tim or Jason to “Please stop putting bloody clothes in with the whites, there's a basket for them two feet away!”
It was always pretty hard trying to keep a straight face when hearing those scoldings, but you always did, you didn't want Damian demanding to know what was so funny and dampening your mood
Or Cass giving you one of her calculated looks and suddenly getting nosy, that would make losing your clothes to Tim’s closet a lot less worth the laugh.
It’s just that, this assumption is waaaaay more plausible then say, the serial killer they've been tracking relentlessly for literal years, is just…tossing their VERY incriminating evidence in with the family's laundry, then passing out on some couch in one of the many sitting rooms of the manor, while the family goes out and discovers their latest victim
It's just easier to assume it was one of the others, Dick would never connect you, of all people, to the gore tossed haphazardly in the hamper, it's way more likely to be one of the many crime fighters of the family, not the soft spoken hermit of the manor, and even if that was a possibility in his mind, you don't even have a scratch on you
Not that he’s ever bothered to check you for injuries before, like he does almost religiously for the others
And Alfred? Well he's of the belief you'd grown out of your… tendencies, that it was a one time thing. Despite his reputation as an omnipotent presence in the manor, he never did realize just how deep your mental issues ran. Not until it was far too late.
You don't even have a specific weapon either, half of the time you'll just take one of Alfred's steak knives and hit the lower levels of Gotham, wandering around the decrepit streets till you found someone suitable 
Other times, when you’re in an exceptionally bad mood, be it because Damian said something particularly venomous or Alfred missing an important event for you because something came up with one of your siblings, or even when your classmates decided it would be funny to key your car-
Or it's just one of those days
Those days when the abstract voices simmer louder in the back of your mind, pushing and nagging. Images that you desperately want to forget but can't help the need to recreate. All threatening to boil over until you either crumble into a sobbing heep on the floor or go out and do the one thing that has always been able to shut. them. up.
Those days you’re… forgetful
On those days, you forget to grab one of Alfred’s pristine knives, but that's fine, Gothams streets are littered with dangerous items, so there's no shortage of tools at your disposal. You're creative, resourceful, you can use whatever's on hand at the time, whatever's in reach.
But if there's nothing? No sharp objects, no discarded bricks or loose pipes or even a half empty beer bottle, well… you're no stranger getting your hands dirty
Those times however, are pretty hazy in the aftermath.
You’ll forget certain details, like how they gripped your arms in a vain attempt to draw your own blood as you drew theirs, in the event that if they dont get away, at least you'd be caught, (all it leaves are dark, tender bruises along your arms, that you'll spend weeks poking and prodding at, in the hopes of reliving that moment)
Or how they'd flail their legs, inches from the ground, trying to kick your legs out from beneath you (it was kinda cute, how much shorter they were then you, how little their attempts to free themselves did when it mattered the most)
Even their last, warbling pleas for mercy were lost to you. You know they said something, could vaguely recall that they spoke, too absorbed in watching their bloody lips turn blue as the oxygen in their body slowly ran out (No no please please…My girls are waiting)
No, no you don't remember much but what you do remember, what you always, always remember, are the eyes 
You remember the tears, the fear, the acceptance, the rage, the refusal, the disbelief, the confusion, the indignation, and most of all the recognition. 
Whether it be them recognizing just who you are or realizing that this is who will end their life, you don't know, you’ve never bothered to ask. 
You prefer to think it’s the latter, it's hard to explain, but it makes you feel so so important
When it’s over, and the adrenaline in your veins soften, your breathing calmer, the blood rushing through your ears no longer so deafening, and you can feel the pleasing ache in your limbs, you sit, and asses the damage, as you always do
You always make sure to grab their wallet, take out the ID and memorize it, before gingerly putting it back, and finally walking away, head clear and numb in the cold Gotham air
There's no real reason why, its mostly force of habit at this point, it started with your very first kill, you don't feel like breaking the little ritual now, or anytime soon
It just feels wrong, to take a life and not even know whose life it is...was.
Later, long past any reasonable hour, you lay in bed, fresh out of the shower and thumbing the bruises, listening to the voices over the family's communicators (you stole one of Dicks, he has a nasty habit of leaving them around the manor) as they patrol the Gotham streets for crime and mayhem
You honestly can't help the small smile that graces your face, falling into sleep, as you hear the quiet, defeated sigh over the highly protected com link, “B, I've found another one, it's…it’s pretty rough tonight”
The pause is long before a small, gruff, “I have your location, ETA in 10 minutes”
You slept pretty good that night
Damn, sometimes the shit I come up with scares even me, again, feel free to send asks (shh I'm not begging), the brain worms are always hungry and I have sooooo many thoughts about this thing. lol 
Hope you enjoyed!
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edorazzi · 2 months ago
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Page 39 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Bridgette faces the final battle alone, and Felix is left without a Miraculous... 🦋✨
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doctorsiren · 10 months ago
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Part 1
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cvnntagious · 4 months ago
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raise your hand if you're gettin it ate by chris tn 🙋‍♀️ (my edit, cvntagious on titkok/insta)
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screams-of-the-damned84 · 4 months ago
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old doodle from my files that feels oddly relevant somehow
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dungeon-meshi-tournament · 6 months ago
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Masterpost
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isjasz · 11 months ago
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Part 2- At the gate
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(Yep this is the end for the comics because JESUS CHRIST. GAJHWJHDJA. I will probably maybe make more doodles for the au tho but nothing this structured like this again o7 it's been fun!!)
Designs | Part 1 | Part 2 (End)
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strawberri-draws · 4 months ago
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Silly entry for day 3 of potsnpicksweek (Dinner/Modern AU/Gift)!
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strwbrryfire · 3 months ago
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BURN CRASH ROMANCE !
need y'all to know that eat them alive is my current roman empire and i will be drawing so much redbull oscar
go read eat them alive by @drivestraight ♥️
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