tarteesaysstuff

don't tell my mom i'm here

[nuriajolmedo]

Sanji rolls his own cigarettes like a true european

[firstethicalpisces-deactivated2]

girl nothing is ever gonna be all the way together just enjoy the bits and pieces #yourfragments

[operating-system]

♪♪And I don't need gods forgiveness; I need yours!♪♪

[kyoryu]

it's okay mom i know you didn't mean to

[starlord51]

evil piano moment 🎹

[nn-ee-zz]

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

[nn-ee-zz]

The missing horsemen

[sidianyu]

[smallpwbbles]

Despite everything,

It’s still you.

[eelectricplugg]

vox using his unstable emotional state to make insane threats no one can completely dismiss but not believe him to carry thru simply bc he's not strong enough yet. like -

vox: if you kiss him (angel dust) again I'm going to blow up this entire tower up with all of us inside

val: ... *not sure if vox is joking or not* *unsure if he should be turned on by the sudden possessive jealousy or not*

[guesswedoinghazbinhotelnow]

Heart breaking, the worst people you know made a supportive found family

[saiscribbles]

One final edition of drawing my AU Crystal Gem Spinel in Velvette Hazbin Hotel's outfits. May do more in the future cause this was fun 🤭

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

This was not an Overlords' beef. Velvette vs Carmilla was an Overlords' beef. This man is on the holy mission to make Vincent Whittman kill himself.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 1 at the communal puzzle club: i see a puzzle with a sign next to it that says "please help with our communal puzzle" and i say to myself "don't mind if I do" and did the whole thing

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 2 at the communal puzzle club: i get gently reprimanded for not sharing the puzzle experience with the others. in my defense I thought they needed all the help they could get

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 3 at the communal puzzle club: we start a new puzzle and i put one of the pieces in my pocket and save it for later so i can be the one who puts in the last piece

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 4 at the communal puzzle club: the puzzle is almost complete so i reach into my pocket and realize i left the last piece in my other pants which are currently in the washing machine. i feign ignorance

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 5 at the communal puzzle club: the others are suspicious but they have no proof. they check my pockets before i leave but little do they know that this time i ate the pieces

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 6 at the communal puzzle club: i put an entire bottle of miralax in my coffee to get the pieces out of my digestive system but they are too far dissolved to be usable. my stomach is in so much pain and i can't stop shitting but i rinse off what's left of the pieces and make it to puzzle club anyway, only to find out they don't meet on mondays. i am inconsolable.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 7 at the communal puzzle club: i realized those pieces are incriminating evidence so i slipped them in someone else's pocket. i should be good as long as they don't find residual traces of my dna

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 8 at the communal puzzle club: there is an odd feeling in my gut. i feel as if something has been awoken in me

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 9 at the communal puzzle club: i am in such deep focus that the others are starting to fear me. either that or they are cowering away from the communal puzzle out of sheer respect for my skills

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 10 at the communal puzzle club: i'm getting better and better, i can now do several puzzles in one day. the others are discussing what to do about me in hushed tones. little do they know my laser focus allows me to hear everything they say. they aren't a threat.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 11 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager unlocked the door but already i am inside. ive been here all night doing puzzles in the dark. they threaten to ban me from the club so in response i pick a 500 piece puzzle at random and complete it in under 45 minutes, just to show them who the real authority is

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 12 at the communal puzzle club: i have been officially banned from the communal puzzle club. in a fit of rage i grab as many pieces as i can and eat them, making sure to thoroughly chew and swallow every single one. if i can't do them, no one can.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 13 at the communal puzzle club: it's monday again. the club doesn't meet today. it's the perfect opportunity to break in and do as many puzzles as my heart desires, without any of the club's petty drama to distract me

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 14 at the communal puzzle club: i am in jail because the club manager snitched to the cops like the pathetic weakling they are. this is the worst night of my entire life there aren't any puzzles here

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 15 at the communal puzzle club: the judge let me off with a restraining order since I didn't actually steal anything. i show back up to communal puzzle club just to make a show of ripping the order to shreds. no piece of paper will dictate my life, only jigsaw-cut cardboard has that power. nothing else.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 16 at the communal puzzle club: everyone is so quiet today when I walk in. I eat some pieces in a show of force, just to remind everyone who's in charge. I comment that they taste somewhat like strychnine, they say it's just because Ravensburger has a new method of chemically processing their pieces. sounds plausible. 30 minutes later i am convulsing violently but i beg them not to call an ambulance until i finish the puzzle i was working on. but the bastards don't listen and I'm shipped off to the hospital kicking and screaming.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 17 at the communal puzzle club: i spent the night in the hospital. a detective comes in and says they're investigating the manager of the communal puzzle club for attempted murder and asks what i know. i tell him honestly that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. he says they have more than enough evidence to prosecute regardless.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 18 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager is on trial for attempted murder and i am called as a witness. i tell the judge that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. i am held in contempt of the court

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 19 at the communal puzzle club: the defense makes a plea of justifiable self defense, citing the restraining order that isn't even 1 week old. somehow the judge buys that flimsy defense. i mean, this is the same judge who didn't even recognize me from that same case despite being the same judge. i think the poor old man has dementia so i make a motion for a mistrial. it gets shot down because the system is corrupt.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 20 at the communal puzzle club: the judge says i should get jail time but he decided i should be in a mental facility instead. i don't know why he would think that, i have been nothing but sane my entire life. god forbid a woman have hobbies

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 1 in the psych ward: they have puzzles in here this is amazing

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 2 in the psych ward: all the puzzles are missing a few pieces. this is unacceptable. im going to go insane

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 3 in the psych ward: i have been informed that they do not use the word "insane" in here so i take back my previous statement.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 4 in the psych ward: i need to find those missing pieces i need to find them i need to find them i have been questioning everybody all the nurses all the doctors all the patients all the miscellaneous hospital staff but nobody knows anything. this is hopeless. i will never be able to overcome this trauma. my life is over

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 5 in the psych ward: it's so boring in here. without complete puzzles there's nothing to do except watch tv but the only channel they get is the local news. i begrudgingly watch out of nothing but all-encompassing ennui. but one of the stories is about the communal puzzle club and suddenly i am overcome with nostalgia. turns out there was a series of alleged poisonings attributed to that location. strychnine was found in three people so far, one of whom was myself. but the others didn't survive. this confirms my suspicion that i am in fact the chosen one

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 6 in the psych ward: with a renewed sense of purpose i will attempt to convince the doctors of my "sanity," but i also came to the realization that they don't care about sanity, they only care about sedation. they want to supress my passion, eradicate my truth, condition me to fall in line with the rest of the "sane" people. with that knowledge, i was able to tell them everything they wanted to hear. i acted polite, pretended i was cured, i even feigned complete disinterest in puzzles! it made my stomach boil but i did it, i convinced them, and just like that, i was free.

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 28 at the communal puzzle club: i don't know why everyone was so surprised to see me again, it's only natural that i'd come to finish what i started

(i know this is supposed to be day 27 at the communal puzzle club but day 27 was a monday so nothing happened) like what am i gonna say, "day 27 i sat alone in my studio apartment eating cereal and biding my time"

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

day 29 at the communal puzzle club: the communal puzzle club has been disbanded, the club manager has been arrested, and the whole place is swarming with cops. i watched as they hauled off a bunch of expensive looking printers and like a billion reams of paper and loaded them onto a big police truck.

apparently, the communal puzzle club was just a front for document forgery and counterfeit cash, and i had been inadvertently sabotaging them this entire time. which is sad because i support both of those things. but it also explains why they met 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and why they had their own building despite having no profit model and also why i was the only one who seemed to actually care about the puzzles. everyone else was too busy making fake passports to care.

in hindsight, i always knew they were all a bunch of casuals. but i didn't mind because they had so many excellent puzzles. I asked one of the officers if i could at least have the puzzles but he said they were already taken and locked away in the evidence room. the thought sickens me- all those puzzles, gathering dust, never to be assembled again. or maybe the pigs just took them for themselves! so they could have all the puzzles they want while the rest of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens have nothing to do except die of boredom!

the moral of the story is that we can never have nice things because of the fucking pigs. fuck the police.

[sapphorror]

the thing about the vees to me is that they all love each other, absolutely and unconditionally. but they're also all extremely awful, selfish, vindictive, and generally socially maladapted people, which means they all kind of objectively suck at expressing that love in ways that aren't actively harmful to each others emotional and sometimes material well-being, even when they are trying to be helpful (which they aren't, always! sometimes they're spiteful little cunts on purpose!!). and those two truths being able to exist simultaneously is what evil found family is all about.

[sapphorror]

the other thing about to the vees to me is that they have no interpersonal boundaries with each other whatsoever. and somehow they are all okay with this.

[sapphorror]

like. vox is spying 24/7. velvette is constantly posting invasive """candids""" to social media. valentino is valentino. 'bodily autonomy' is not a term any of them know--all touching is good touching until someone gets thrown across the room. there is no such thing as personal business independent of ones partners and absolutely nothing any of them could do that isn't entirely within everyone's purview to interfere with. velvette routinely kind of just sits in the room while staticmoth fuck. she's not watching or anything, it's just like a parallel play thing. I cannot stress enough that this is all 110% consensual and also somehow weirdly helpful for whatever exactly is wrong with the three of them. except when it isn't. then it's a fucking nightmare.

[sapphorror]

combining both points: the fact that all three of them are terrible sadists means that sometimes being really cruel to each other on purpose can be a love language. none of them would ever want to really truly seriously harm the others, even when they actually are pissed off, but their understanding of severity is so totally removed from anything remotely normal or sane that it's kind of a meaningless qualifier. sometimes you just have to utterly ruin someone's day (or week or month) and the fact you went to all the trouble is how they know you care. like pulling each other's pigtails but with hazardous machinery

[cd-rome]

Destroy the past to save the future

[t-hal-mothman]

i forgot to post this - another pointless comic that I drew while I was taking a break from drawing...

SO i was taking a break between work and a mini comic was born out of a joke so for context - they decided to organize a little photoset in retro looks, but Valentino flashbacked to "puppy Vox"

[velvetteunderground]

Okay so you know the way during Bad With Us Vox tailors his approach to each overlord to woo them to his side and the song reflects that change. Vox’s part in the song is 50s doowop. Vel is wearing a Dior style evening gown. Val and Vel are on purpose doing Voxs Thing for him while he takes his victory lap. I’m sure they also cooked him a cake that said he’s the specialest little birthday boy ever I the whole world and Val served it wearing an apron and a poodle skirt