#barely any

[the-broken-pen]

Please write a chef! Villian who adores to cook for their people, literally. They even cook for their sidekick and their henchmen. But never ever for their oh so devilishly beautiful and just as infuriating hero. (whom they have SWORN to never cook for)

But once when hero's parent falls ill, villian is the one who cooks for them so they can get better. However, they are unable finish all of the food, thus ask their kid (the hero) to have the leftovers

Hero, (who unbeknownst to villian was literally starving for days as they were busy) loves the little bits food they had and when they tell that to their Villian, their faux cold demeanor breaks down completely..... And fluff happens next?????

I really hope you don't mind writing on this! Cooking for someone is willingly wanting to nourish them. I just wanted to see that in an enemies to lovers dynamic...

“You’re looking less terrible,” the villain noted as soon as they stepped into the living room. The hero blinked up at them owlishly from the couch, a mangled crochet project clutched in their hands. It was all so horribly mundane.

“Thanks,” the hero said dryly. “Just what I needed to hear.”

Truly, though, it hadn’t been a dig. The hero did look slightly better: there was color in their cheeks, that exhausted sheen had vanished from their eyes. Their hands weren’t shaking around their crochet hook.

“Your mom is out of the hospital?”

A shadow of that tiredness passed over the hero’s face. It was gone in a blink.

“If you don’t already know the answer to that, I'll be disappointed.”

The villain raised their hands, drifting through the living room. They peered down at a childhood photo of the hero, all toothy grin and smeared ice cream. “Just making conversation.”

The hero sighed.

“She’s home on bed rest, now,” the hero said, quietly, like they were trying not to wake her up. “She’s doing better, she is, it’s just not…” they trailed off.

“She’s still sick,” the villain supplied. The hero nodded when the villain turned back around.

“I don’t know why I expected her to be better as soon as she came home.” The hero sounded so small, in that moment. Like they were still that little kid in their childhood photo album, and not someone who saved the city on the daily.

The villain shrugged. “Because you’re human. Human’s don’t like it when the people they love are hurt.”

“Maybe,” the hero agreed.

The villain slid their gaze over the room once more, snagging on an empty tupperware container balanced on the edge of the coffee table.

Their tupperware container.

Which shouldn’t have come as a surprise, exactly. As soon as they had gotten word that the hero’s mother was in the hospital–which had been as soon as it happened–they had gathered a week's worth of meals and sent it over. And then, they had done it again the next week, and it became just one of the things the villain did. They cooked for themself, their sidekick, their henchmen, and now, the hero’s mother.

They knew the hero’s mother had figured it out, but she had known better than to say anything. The villain didn’t swear on much, but they had sworn to never cook for the hero. Even their mother was cutting it a little bit too close to that.

The hero followed their gaze to the container and blushed.

“Sorry, I meant to clean that up–”

The villain cocked their head. 

The hero stammered for a moment in the resulting silence, “Someone’s been sending my mom food. She can’t always finish it, because she’s…” they trailed off, like they couldn’t bear to say the word “sick”. “She gives me the leftovers,” they finally finished.

The villain had nothing to say to that.

“Hm.”

“Yeah, um,” the hero looked down, tossing aside their terribly failing project. “Normally I get by just fine, you know, I’m not incompetent,” the hero added quickly, like they were worried the villain would judge them for it.

The hero swallowed, and again, that yawning and endlessly exhausted look loomed over their face. The villain wanted to never, ever see it again. “But there was patrol, and then the agency wanted me to do publicity, and then I was with my mom at the hospital whenever I wasn’t working and I just–I’m just really tired.”

Seeing it on the hero’s face, in their posture as they slumped against any available surface when they had even a second to rest, in the bruises from hits they should have been able to avoid easily, was one thing.

But hearing them admit it–

“Get up,” the villain said. Something inside them felt raw at the look on the hero’s face.

“Why?”

“I’m making you food,” the villain said easily. It was anything but.

The hero froze, a deer in headlights, before glancing down at the tupperware and back to the villain.

“You’re the one sending the food.”

Even sleep deprived out of their mind, their hero had always been quick.

“And the one cooking it,” the villain added, and the hero gaped at them.

“Why,” they managed a moment later, hand clutching into the armrest of the couch like it was the only thing keeping them upright.

“I like your mother,” the villain picked up the tupperware, hero watching them the entire time. “And you’re not entirely terrible.”

The hero barked out a surprised laugh.

“I’m not entirely terrible,” they repeated.

“No, you’re not,” the villain agreed. “Now, get up.”

The hero got up.

Before the hero could do something stupid, like ask again what they were doing, or a trip over their own discarded crochet, the villain hushed them.

“I’m making you food,” they said, and the hero’s mouth closed. The villain sighed, looping their hand around the hero’s wrist. “Now shut up, and let me take care of you.”

The hero looked at them like they had never had someone do that. Like they hadn’t even considered the possibility that they might need help as much as the people they took care of did.

The villain had enough of their idiot face, turning to drag them to the kitchen.

The hero went.

That terrible, awful look never showed up on the hero’s face again.

The villain made sure of that.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

[beez-princeofhell]

Well gang in light of the new season (which I have just finished) I suppose I’ll give my fairly spoiler-free two cents!

I really liked it. Like, really liked it. I’m about to rewatch it with a friend soon actually, I enjoyed it so much. What a wonderful story they’ve put together for us. I think they maintained the tone and overall vibe of the first season, if maybe softened it around the edges a bit. Loved seeing the new faces and the old. My favorite character, as you may be able to tell by my blog, has always been and will always be Beelzebub and I do have some more slightly specific things to say about the casting change.

First off, I adore Anna Maxwell Martin. After meeting her as Beez in Good Omens, I was totally captivated and watched tons of her interviews and then watched Motherland (which is amazing and you should totally check it out). I love her acting style, and I became very excited to see her as Beelzebub again, especially in the high-stress situation of post-Nope-mageddon. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t absolutely devastated when I found out about the recasting.

With a little spoiling as I can manage, Shelley’s Beelzebub was different, but certainly not bad. My only gripes are that they seemed to have lost some of the intensity and severity and subtleties that I enjoyed from them in season 1, and I don’t think they had the “zzzz” speech quirk anymore, or if they did it wasn’t nearly as pronounced and I didn’t notice it. I miss those things, but there were some scenes with them that I really, really loved that maybe sort of made up for what I missed about Anna.

I suppose I feel a bit like I did when I watched Doctor Who and there was a regeneration. Things changed and it was sad and I suppose I’ll always have a favorite Doctor but I appreciate them all so much. Anna’s Beelzebub may always be my personal favorite, but Shelley Conn did a wonderful job and I’m happy someone was able to pick up the torch and carry on the character.

And that’s that on that for me :)

[laylawatermelon]

I'm watching the bear (reluctantly stick on EP 3 to figure out wtf is going on) and apparently we're still in the dark of night with Carmy and the kicked fridge was just the beginning. He never got it (I'm not done so if it's imagine didn't kill me pls 🥺!!)

But yeah my post from long ago was right.

[finitepiano]

Lady Gaga

MARINA

Charli XCX

Green Day

T-Pain (vaguely)

Post Malone

Megan Thee Stallion

Ty Dolla Sign (vaguely)

And that's it -_-

It’s that time of year. Reblog with how many you’ve heard of.

[varilien]

am i blanchin?

girl we blanchin!!

HI HIII happy birthday to everyone's favorite mystery twins!! how did they grow up so fast!!!!

Palestine: Funds | Action | eSims | Info Sudan Resources | Congo Resources

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[mumblesplash]

comics as an art form make me insane. they’re so difficult to do well. there’s so many different ways to make sequential art work and most of them are deeply unintuitive. onomatopoeia that feels completely ridiculous to put down often reads seamlessly. panels on a page become a fractally nested image composition challenge that’s only possible to lose because if you do a good job no one will notice. you have to direct the readers’ eyes on a specific path across the page but also account for the fact that they won’t follow it. comic time isn’t linear. if the order of events isn’t crystal clear the story becomes incomprehensible. sometimes you need to do this on purpose. all this for a medium almost universally considered less effective than animation and less respectable than plain text. even its own name doesn’t take it seriously

[tables-has-vanished]

Huh, would you believe my if I say I don't get affected by caffeine that much?

don’t bully me for how i spelled delicious

[snarkspawn]

did I doodle this mostly so I had an excuse to draw this spite reaction image?

(YES HAHAHA YES!!!)

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Ramadhan is a marathon and I’m finishing slow and last but at least I’m crossing the chequered line Insha’Allah

[colfy-wolfy]

something holy possessed me last night and I drew the most banger piece of ship art I've ever made. rlly proud of this !

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

In a previous post I said that liking clowns gets you mugged in Gotham.

Dick Grayson has made an entire Ph.D level dissertation about how clowns are supposed to work and how the Joker is not a real clown. Including the history of clowning, the importance of jesters, the impact of Marcel Marceau during WWII, and how all of this can lead us to the conclusion that the Joker is an affront to all things clownish. Ending with the statement that Batman makes a better clown.

Gothamites have decided to allow Dick to like clowns, but that he is on thin ice.

[wublingk]

extremely vague recollection of my dream last night. happy terrible comic day, everypony!

[skitskatdacat63]

2024 Belgian Grand Prix - Mark Webber clapping for his boy (FINALLY!)

[somerandomdudelmao]

Part 8 :l

If you look closely, you can pinpoint the exact moment at which the hot weather got to me ahahsjdfl

Ecliptica is unlucky enough to have the friend who is the worst hugger alive

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