Just Wanna Let You Know Bc Of Your Last Post Talking About How You’re Scared Butcher Simon’s Development

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

Question for the next part

[ Which type of nameless ghoul are you ? ] 🌀

feat. my beloved sillies 👹 you'll have to click on the video to be able to stop it / or screenshot

I know this format/trend isn't for a platform like Tumblr, but still wanted to post it here

I want the world to watch and stare at my silly ghouls concepts

I also posted it on my Instagram page with the sound, but honestly it doesn't change anything (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

If only all men were like my baby boy here :’)

Had a bad day - are all women pretty? Yes or yes?

INFINITE, yes. you will never catch john mactavish thinking a bird isn't pretty.

Things that are better than sex:

1. when a masked character does the head tilt thingy

Dunno if anyone has done this before but here, for all your plush papa petting needs

he's just a little guy

The Boy Wonder (2024) #2 by Juni Ba

remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp

And the fact that soap was exactly like this, building a relationship with ghost but it’s all gone now that he’s dead :(((

BUT LETS PRETEND AND IMAGINE HES ALIVE

YEAH!! :D

the audacity of the official dc account to even post this 😭