#darling dork

[madalenadrops]

Can I have some big boi beta! Wally?

Sure thing, dear anon! Here you go

❤💛💙

[tombstonesmile]

[volivolition]

volition :)

YEAH!! volition :]!!

[sollucets]

favorite characters x favorite color: gun

[hopezzy]

“Would you like to get on with this lesson?”

[bird-inacage]

WASUTHORN. WASUTHORN. BEHAVE.

[mx-darling-1]

Hello! Okay so I saw your dress scene! Reader hcs (and dude I ABSOLUTELY LOVE AND ADORE IT LIKE OMG)

So I was a bit curious if you’d be willing to do Wally x Gn! Reader that wears Classic lolita! (Of course if you do not mind at all!! And remember if you don’t feel comfortable with this like AT ALL whatsoever feel free to ignore it!!)

Now you have a lovely day, splendid evening, and a AWESOME night and a WONDERFUL MONTH!! (Despite its the last day of April😕)

Absolutly, I love this idea so much! I've dabbled in lolita fashion a bit, so I'll see what I can do!

Wally Darling x GN Reader Lolita fashion show

Julie has been begging you for weeks to hold a fashion show, dressing everyone up in your lolita clothing. You were definitely hesitant at first, but after some convincing, and help from Sally, you agreed. Sally helped you to make clothing for everyone, after all Howdy, Poppy, and Barnaby were far larger then the rest of the neighborhood, and your outfits could only possibly fit Wally, although they might even be a bit big on him. After a long week of sewing and getting ready, everyone had these beautiful lolita outfits.

Barnaby had on a large blue dress with white lace and a rainbow of flowers delicatly placed throught it. The sleeves were off his shoulders and he had a large blue bow to tie his eyes up, a small group of flowers at the base of it. Howdy had a green velvety dress with wite lace as the sleeves. He wore long black gloves on all four arms and black ribbon was laced across his horns. Poppy wore an orange and beige drapped coat that drapes across her back. She wears a bonnet that matches as well. Eddie and Frank are wearing matching outfits, the same fit and style, although Eddie wore a suit and pettie coat made with bright flowery colors and gray lace while Frank wore a gray suit and pettie coat with a bright flowery lace. Julie wore a light pink lolita dress that opens to a white skirt in the front. It is adorned in white lace with a large bow at the center of her chest. She wore a large pink hat with holes tp show her horns through the top, and her horns were adorened with a light pink lace. Sallys was extreamly extravigant, a light yellow dress with white lace and covered in bows. It was stunning and definitly fit her personality. You were most proud of Wallys outfit. A extravigant blue tailcoat with a white undershirt and white pants. This outfit was paird with white platform kneehigh boots that had blue hearts on the bottom.

You, embarrassingly, spent the most time on his because you were a bit excited to see him in similar clothing to you. Currently, you were in a dressing room back stage, your dress has been a suprise from Sally, so you were ecstatic to see what she came up with. After only a few moments, everyone else was dressed and Sally walked in with your outfit...it matched the outfit you made for Wally, it was made from all the same fabrics and the design was almost identical, except it was formated more like the classic lolita dress, instead of a tailcoat. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as Sally handed you the extravegant dress. "Here you go [Name]! You get to walk out with Wally, so hurry and get ready!" Sally winked at you before turning and closing the door behind her.

As you looked at the dress you couldnt help but feel nervous. Still, you promised to do this with everyone, and it isnt much different then what you wear daily. So...you could play it off! Once you got yourself calmed down, you put the dress on and looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldnt help but smile a bit, doing a small twirl. Once you built up the confidence, taking a breath you opened the dressing room door and stepped into the main area where Wally was waiting for you. All your friends were waiting to watch already, so all you would have to do is take Wallys arm and walk out. Yet, it seemed both of you were frozen. You were absolutely in awe at how Wally looked in the outfit you made for him. You knew he would look amazing, but not this amazing. Little did you know, Wally was thinking the exact same thing. He felt an emotion he wasnt familier with, flustered.

After a few moments Wally collected himself and walked over to you, holding his hand out "Well you look just stunning Neighbor." You could feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment as a dorky smile reached your face. "Oh! Thank you, you look amazing as well..Darling." You took his hand, glancing away from embarrassment, not even realizing Wallys face had a rising flush to it as well. Still confident as ever though, Wally guides you past the curtains and onto the long catwalk. All of your neighbors began cheering as you both strutted down in these new outfits. Once you both got down to the end, Wally took your hand and knelt down. Oh god your mind is racing and you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "U-um, Wally?"

Wally just looks up at you with a smile, your friends still cheering as Sally and Julie fist bumped without even looking away. "[Name], my dear neighbor, would you be my partner?" Your heart was pounding in your chest and suddenly the rest of the world was silent, everything seemed to fade away except for Wally in front of you. In only a few moments, you picked Wally up, him going limp in your velvety arms as you twirled him around. Your dress puffed out, his tailcoat floated out with the wind, and your words were clear as day. "Yes! I would love to be your partner Wally!" You're friends began to cheer louder as Wallys smile grew even bigger, a lovesick expression on his face.

I may have went overboard with just talking about their designs, but hopefully you liked the chapter! Have an amazing day!

[pollenallergie]

ralph penbury commissions popular english artists to paint portraits of his pets. send tweet.

[aantaares]

i just think they're cute hihihi hahaha ehehehe

(+ silly sketch because I couldn't sleep eheh)

platonic or romantic idc, they cute :3

[naralanis]

Unexpectedly funny side of my wife going to college with a bunch of 20-year-olds (she's 30 and pursuing a second Bachelor's):

There's a veritable horde of baby dykes just heads over heels in love with her and SHE HAS NO IDEA.

She just thinks they're all very friendly.

[mihari]

Smiling and giggling and rolling around on my floor.

[prof-lemon]

I have successfully embarrassed myself at the wedding!

Someone dropped pizza on the ground, and Nibbles reacted within a nanosecond. She sprinted full speed towards the half-eaten slice while I was holding her leash, causing me to fall face first on the ground.

Everyone saw.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Morale of the story if you flash Selene for a drink eventually you'll be giving them oral for a drink

Honestly its a win win

Selene savors the sight of you kneeling for him, squirming and impatient. Usually, they’d make you work for your drink before letting you have it, since you insist on doing anything but paying for it, but… just this once, they’ll let you have the drink first. Their cunt makes for a pretty sweet chaser, after all. Selene tips your head back and pours the alcohol down your throat, heat rushing straight to his core from the way you cough, eyes watering from the sting of it.

Selene grins down at you, spreading his legs and pulling your face in close. “Here, baby, drink up~! I’m sure this’ll taste a little better…”

[sherlockig]

Dinosaur Boy™

[jackdup]

@howthesleeplesswander || plotted starter for rhysie cup! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

“So, uh . . . Yeah, like—? What made you decide to rebuild Atlas and not, uhm . . . I mean, you were a Hyperion guy for awhile, weren’t you?” And you’re making small talk, aren’t you, Timmy Boy? Attempting. Important distinction. We’re attempting, kiddos. Call yourself a friggin’ actor . . . God.

Look, Timothy had been in his fair share of awkward situations. He’d been the cause of about 90 percent of those situations, which was pretty freakin’ funny when you thought about it: Handsome Jack being “awkward” . . . But, well, something here was awkwarder than usual. Like some higher power had taken that dial and turned it all the way to one end and forced these two poor souls to figure their shit out while said higher power kicked back, made himself a bowl of popcorn—hey! Maybe even ordered an entire pizza . . .

Ugh. Tim didn’t want to think about pizza for the next year at least. Scratch that.

He fidgeted. He’d been doing a lot of that since the Vault Hunters left him here on Promethea. You know, kind of like he was some stray cat they found digging through the nearest dumpster who should have just been ignored, but they weren’t heartless enough to leave him and figured You know what? Let’s toss this pathetic pile of matted fur onto some other asshole’s lap and wash our hands, be done with it. Even in their company, Timothy had felt the tension in the air between him and Atlas’s CEO (who was incredibly attractive for a guy who probably just sat behind his desk and cackled maniacally at the expense of others, by the way—? Why didn’t the damn VHs feel the need to warn him?). Now that the two of them were alone . . . ? Tim wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Maybe both. Internally.

Externally, stumbling his way through a semi-normal conversation with probably the first semi-normal dude he’d met in what felt like centuries was the way to go.

“Stickin’ it to ‘The Man,’ or whatever?” Tim prodded after a pause. (“The Man” here very obviously meaning the jackhole everyone knew and the sane people hated at this point; Timothy didn’t need to spell that one out.) “God, sorry, I— I-I get it.”

Want to know the weird thing about losing a hand? It still somehow felt like it was there. Imagine the scenario: some disheveled, absolutely trashed representation of what was maybe a man at some point lifting his pathetic little stub of an arm to subconsciously futz with those damned latches on this stupid friggin’ mask only to realize . . . Well. Play it cool. (Which, by the way, meant doing that universal thing everyone did where he just flexed that arm in what was meant to look like a convincing stretch.)

Tim didn’t meet Rhys’s gaze. Funnily, he was pretty sure neither of them were doing great in the “eye contact” department (among about two dozen other departments). With a shake of his head, all he offered was “Listen, I’d . . . I-I’d remove the mask right here and now—might make all this weirdness, like, one degree less weird, but uh . . . hah.” Now the laugh was external, but not at all humored. “Really not convinced something won’t still explode if I try, so . . . Yeah. Sorry about the reawakened horrific trauma, I bet. I promise that's totally unintentional. If I was the real Jack, ya know, it'd be . . . it'd be intentional. But I'm not. So.”