#today will be a good day for eating

[baked-bread]

i rarely have the energy nowadays to make myself nice meals, but today i feel that i've discovered the true potential of the two-layered bento..... i am able to cram so many nutrients into this little box. there is no pressure to cram it all into a rice dish, i can just put last night's salad and some berries on the top layer. i feel like I’m on my way to become like a husband making work lunch for his second, cooler husband..... i have not fully utilized the potential of this container until now but it is so cool. i feel like I’m gonna end up buying those little cupcake liners the internet people do to separate things now (lol)

[biblically-accurate-dca]

♡ happy valentine's! ♡

( og image under the cut! )

[christakisbang]

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 109: happy birthday!

[myokk]

soft🥹

[tiredsmashbros]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANGO !!! :3c 🍔✨

i legit found out yesterday last night but i was too tired to make something at the time so i began manifesting for a snowtrapped remaster UIGJEFDSXIUHJK

LEGIT I REMEMBER THINKIN AS A JOKE TO MYELEF "it would soooo cool if they added mango's art on their bday lmao" AND IT HAPPENED BRO THAT IS SO FUKIN AWESOME SRSLY CONGRATULATIONS U SRSLY DESERVE IT IUGJHBDECSX

i need to yeet now to eat and do hw but i really wanted to make smth for u even if its a bit scrappy atm aaa but i hope u like it man 💛🍔

[raineandsky]

#113

tw: kidnapping

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

“Um,” the villain says as he flicks the living room light on. “What are you doing in my house?”

The hero scowls. “Well, it’s not like I tied myself up and put a bow on my own head, is it?”

And in one of the villain’s own dining room chairs, no less. Couldn’t he at least bring his own? “I don’t know,” the villain says slowly, to the hero’s offence, “you might have.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I don’t know! Tell me what you’re doing in my house!”

“I don’t know either!”

“There is an alarming lack of information here, [Hero].” The villain steps forward to study the knot in the ropes on the hero’s wrists—just a plain, normal knot. Nothing extravagant, nothing telling. “How do you not know?”

“Well, unfortunately, [Villain], I have spent most of this experience unconscious,” the hero snaps a little harsher than necessary. “I woke up, like, five minutes before you got here.”

The villain tuts, moving his interest onto the comically large bow on the hero’s head. This would’ve been a perfect chance to laugh at him if it wasn’t somehow happening inside the villain’s house.

The villain’s just about to hit the hero with a barrage of questions—with the inevitable “I don’t know”, of course—when answers present themselves in the form of the supervillain.

“Ah, you’re home,” they say brightly. A pair of stout glasses are in their hands, generously topped up with what is undoubtedly whiskey. “How do you like your gift?”

The villain throws a glance at the hero. He looks as lost as the villain feels. “My gift?”

“You’ve been working hard recently, [Villain].” They offer him a glass and he takes it without question. “I thought I could at least acknowledge the positive impact you've had on our little business. On me.”

The hero scoffs but they both ignore him. “What…” The question’s going to sound insane, but this situation is insane enough to warrant it, the villain thinks. “What am I meant to do with a… person?”

The supervillain hums thoughtfully, casting a glance about the room. “Well, I was looking around your place and thought you could use a maid.” They laugh at the scrunch of offence in the villain’s face. “Oh, I’m kidding, [Villain]. Maybe they could be target practice, a pet, a plaything.” A sip from their glass. “Anything your mind can conjure.”

The villain tries to look at the hero like he’s thinking on it. The hero watches him back like he’s trying to read his mind.

The supervillain takes another swig of their drink. The villain copies them before they can notice that he’s avoiding it like it’s poison. It sure tastes like it; it burns the whole way down.

“Any ideas?”

The villain taps the glass to his chin with a tut. “A dog would be nice.” The supervillain snorts a laugh, and the hero’s desperate expression turns flat with horror. “I’m sure I can find a nice collar for him.”

“A shock collar, I hope,” the supervillain suggests with a grin. “Oh, I’m so glad you like it, [Villain]. You deserved a little something for everything you’ve done for me.”

This is more than a little something, but the villain doesn’t bother correcting them. “I love it. Thank you.”

“No darling.” A smile; soft, affectionate. “Thank you.”

The supervillain gives him a pat and sets their glass down on the coffee table. “I have business to attend to. I just wanted to see your reaction.” They make for the door, though the villain’s not convinced that’s how they got in. “I’ll see you tomorrow—keep me updated on how you train them.” And with a wink and one last smirk, they disappear outside and off into the evening.

The hero’s gaze snaps to the villain the moment they’re gone. “A dog?” he demands.

The villain carefully unties the bow on his head, collecting the ribbon in a giant red bundle in his arms. “Yeah,” he says brightly. “Are you going to bolt if I untie you?”

“You called me a dog. I’ll goddamn make like one the moment that door’s open.”

The villain shrugs nonchalantly. “Binds stay on, then.”

“Wait, no—” The hero’s voice is bordering on a cry. The villain doesn’t hate the sound of it. “No, sorry, I just— you want me to be your dog.”

“I do.” The villain smiles innocently. “My guard dog.”

That gives the hero long enough pause for the villain to take his knife to some of the rope. “… Guard dog.”

“You’ll be my bodyguard.” The first wisps break free under his blade. “You’ll work for me, cover my back, whatever I need you to do.”

“You want me to… defend you?”

The villain can’t help but smirk. The ropes split, freeing the hero’s hands. “If you don’t like it, [Supervillain] had plenty of good ideas.”

“No!” It comes out faster than the hero seems to have thought it. “No, I– I can do that.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The villain sighs contentedly, giving him a mocking pat on the head as he gets back to his feet. “Good boy.”

(next part)

[the-meme-monarch]

thinking abt kris and how they ate a Whole Entire presumably 9inch in diameter pie. and like yes i think that's supposed to be funny but I need to overthink it for a second. susie says that nothing she eats in the dark world feels like it's Doing Anything. it doesn't satiate her and she is presumably still just as hungry. we are with kris all day from the moment they wake up to the moment they rip us from their chest where we later find out they went and ate the pie. they ditched class very soon after it started, they didn't get to eat lunch. they did not eat Anything(bc dark world food doesn't count) until that pie. they were probably so hungry and they Removed us so they could finally eat

[sinister-yet-satisfying]

New goal unlocked: Make billionaires cry

Cyber bully billionaires. If you have the opportunity, bully them to their faces. Make them cry. Make them scared to leave their houses. Terrorize them.

Break out the guillotine if you’re feeling ambitious.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

baby pig at the beach 2 weeks ago. Cherish every moments 💙

[moonkhao]

hi.

[napping-sapphic]

Dating me would just be like we either go out for ice cream or stay home and eat ice cream for every single date sorry

[astraystayyh]

i literally was thinking about this yesterday before going to sleep.. small joys really go a long way. i learned this the hard way but, if you spend your entire life waiting for an epiphany where you'll finally experience this everlasting happiness then, odds are you'll never truly be happy..

[bogkeep]

TODAY i got my swimmies in a beautiful sunset

[kyurochurro]

OUGHHHH finals have killed me…….. only way to recover is to draw spirk dancing :>;> :D ✨💫 🎶 I think Kirk would be a great dancer…..🚶

[charlieism]

GUYS LOOK HOW FUCKING CLOSE THESE DUCKLINGS GOT TO ME TODAY