#lookit the butterfly

[gothbus]

nascent butterfly

#art #malenia #miquella #elden ring #from software #malenia blade of miquella #miquella the unalloyed #ranni #malenia fanart #elden ring fanart #soulsborne #bloodborne #sekiro #fromsoft #fromsoft games #ranni fanart #lookit the butterfly #if u know u know #where the dlc at #-_-

[voidix]

50 Days of Lookits

Day 4: Green

Fly like butterfly

It’s okay to get hurt; you’ll fly higher

#fashion dreamer #50 days of Lookits #based on #WJSN #butterfly #that’s the lyrics anyway #couldn’t find any green concepts that would be fun to recreate #so I went with a photoshoot #Yeonjung #EXY #yeoreum #Seola #cosmic girls

[scuddle-bubble101]

*Peeks in* Mavery? How are you doing? Is the little butterfly getting lots of love and numnums? >w<

"Go ahead and say hi yourself, she's already trying to wiggle and lift her head... S' kinda crazy that I gave birth to her not only a week ago... I didn't know babies grew so fast!"

#maveryrose #mavery #a very pretty rose in the rough~ #little peanut~ #sweet luna bean #lookit this girl go!!<3 #the mainverse #no teef yet #gummy butterfly

[princessquinnella]

How I picture the M!A Anons when they put spells on Quinny’s friends lol

Quinn about to go beat ‘em when they pull a particularly mean prank.

#dash comm #Lookit em wacky wittle bois #They made of butterflies and butterflies are pranksters in Pixie Hollow so that checks out lol

[kozi-ism]

The most exciting thing happened yesterday~!🦋

#monarch butterfly #monarch #butterfly farm #proud butterfly mom #nature #species conservation and preservation #LOOKIT SHE #SHE DID THE THING #ITS A GIRL

[micronopher]

GENTLEBEARD LOVE-MAKING

Completely self indulgent thoughts here and going to ignore the fact that you cannot and should not attach your entire well-being to one person but oh my god how Ed got to have sex with his beloved Stede Fucking Bonnet...

I mean yeah shit timing and this is still kinda the proverbial honeymoon stage, but jeezus this isn't just some tumble with a fling that Ed's probably had dozens of times (or a familial obligation like Stede's had to fulfill in the past), this is some goddamn love-making with someone Ed truly desires and loves, and who adores him just as much.

Stede doesn't even have to touch Ed to make him feel good...

Like, just the sound of Stede's voice is enough to bring Ed back from the grave(y basket)...

This is a person Ed wants to protect...

...and who wants to protect him.

Ed was constantly giving Stede those sweet shoulder pats in the first season (plus that frickin foot touch), like he was blatantly advertising his wish for physical contact with him.

Now Stede has the emotional freedom to reciprocate, and he treats Ed with such tenderness and respect even when the desire for him is overwhelming.

I mean, look at the switch here - how Stede roughly grabs Ed, slams him against the wall and then immediately becomes so gentle cradling his head like that, like Edward Teach is the most precious thing in the world.

Ed holds onto Stede tight here, but by god does he also want to treat his sweetheart just as tenderly...

Even without the sex part, just thinking of they way these two touch each other -- or how they want to touch each other -- is so sweet and sexy.

Fuck, lookit Ed...

He is literally trying to get as close to Stede as he can here within the boundaries he's just set. He's caressing that hand like "These beautiful fingers clasped in mine belong to the person who gives me butterflies in my stomach and brings light into my life." As innocent as it is, he wants that touch. And it's there, he is right there.

From Ed's point of view, Stede is the one who plays games with him.

He calms him down.

He gives him comfort.

He defends him.

He avenges him.

He loves him. Everything about him, beyond just the physical.

This outrageous, ridiculous, bizarre man makes the dread pirate Blackbeard, scourge of the seven seas...

...go all him...

And this guy can cut Ed's heart to shreds, but Ed still misses him like hell.

Stede can be Ed's despair...

...but he's also his hope...

...his happiness...

...his joy...

All of that and more wrapped up in a tangible warmth that Ed can cherish, kiss, hold close, and in return be cherish, kissed and held close.

So yeah that sex/love-making must have been absolutely mind-blowing even if they probably were fumbling around awkwardly in the dark for a while. Anyone looking for some awesome, hot fics of that scene, highly recommend this and this by darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest)

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

[ave09]

moon boys head-cannons: amusement parks

note: this is MY personal opinion, MY headcannons, do not judge, por favor

steven

“bit dodgy, innit? i mean—it could run right off the track-“

“steven, it’s perfectly safe. there’s a track, it can’t fly off.”

“anything could happen, luv.”

steven would honestly have the time of his life, although he’d refuse to go on the big rollar coasters. 

he’d adore the carousel.

“lookit! the little ponies—aw and a giraffe-come here darling, let’s ride matching ponies-“

finds bits of history in every attraction. 

“this here—see the design—? it reminds me of these egyptian ruins-“

constantly distracted.

“we should get some food—or candy—or candy floss—is it called cotton candy here? ooo, luv look-“

he would last a couple hours before wanting to go home.

“the crowds-the loud noises-nope-no more-“

“you want to go home?”

“yes-“

marc

“i dare you to go on this ride with me.”

“no.”

“come on-“

this man, as grumpy as he seems, wants to do everything. 

“big roller coaster? loop de loops? upside down shit? hell yeah-“

but then he tends to also be very motion sick. 

“ya know what—never again-“ 

at first he was skeptical of this sort of vacation.

“amusement park? sweetheart, when you said, ‘vacation,’ i thought you meant me, you, and the bedroom-“ 

but in the end, he enjoys it more then you do.

“that ride was wild! let’s do it again-“

“you just said it made you want to puke-“

“all part of the thrill baby-“

food. food. food.

“okay-here’s the plan-two lunches, two dinners, and one post dinner meal-“

“marc-“

“have you seen how much food there is”

“you’re gonna puke it up later.”

“okay and-?”

refuses to do any water rides… for some obvious reasons and some internal.

“i’m not getting wet. nope. nada.”

his social battery outlasts yours surprisingly.

“marc, it’s dark now-“

“all the rides are lit up now—let’s ride ‘em all again-“

“you’ve thrown up three times-“

“it’s the experience-“

only when he realizes how exhausted you are does he give in to leaving.

“we should do this again.”

“and i thought this wasn’t your type of vacation?”

“shush-“

jake

this man does everything. 

and i mean everything.

you thought marc was crazy—jake lockley is crazier.

“cariño. come—bumper cars—“

bumper cars are his favorite, and he gets so aggressive with it.

“beep beep hijo de putas” (motherfuckers 💀)

he then proceeds to ram into a group of kids.

“jAke-“

“what? it’s the point of the ride-“

he enjoys the water rides, unlike someone, but hates getting wet.

“Maldita sea, mi sombrero está mojado.” (dammit my hat is wet)

“i told you to take it off-“

“i like this hat-“

a bit picky when it comes to the food.

“why is everything deep fried?”

“what did you expect?”

“not deep fried mierda.”

he hates the long lines.

“amor, i could stab everyone here and we could go on the bumper cars right now-“

“you’re not stabbing anyone-“

“but-“

“no.” 

his social butterfly wings die quickly.  

“Estoy harto de esto.”

“you ready to go home?” 

“sì… but.. un paseo más en los carros chocones. (one more ride on the bumper cars)

#moon knight fanfiction #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanons #moon boys #moon knight fanfic #moon knight imagine #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine

[maedreamless]

I missed the update for the butterfly stuff in Fashion Dreamer, but one very kind person made a lookit for me!

And finally, my type b body can wear a skirt/dress finally!

Here it is, with another outfit I made myself.

#fashion dreamer #fashion #fashion dreamer muse #fashiondreamer #nintendo switch #lookit #lookitmuse #fashion dreamer type b #body type b

[queenofbaws]

Hey Queenie, hope you're having a lovely weekend! 💕 As you well know, I can never let an opportunity pass to ask for some more LauraMax on another wonderful Six-Sentence-Sat(or)Sunday, soo... please? Some LauraMax for little ol' me? 👉👈🥺

As far as field trips went, he guessed this one wasn't awful: the museum smelled a lot better than the dairy farm they'd carted them off to back in grade school, the lunches they'd set aside for them in the food court had at least been vaguely sophomore-sized, and really, any day where he got to walk around staring off into the distance instead of dealing with Mr. Groff waxing poetic about the quadratic formula was a-okay by him.

"Whaddya think?"

Max jumped, pretending to clutch at his chest and stagger when he saw who'd snuck up on him like that, gasping out, "Augh, oh God, the fortune teller was right...I am going to die in front of a Van Gogh!"

Laura's smile did the thing it had been doing more and more often those days, forcing his stomach to turn cartwheels the longer it went on. "Oh please, like I'd let you just keel over - you're not getting off that easy," she groaned, yanking his hand away from his chest but not immediately letting it go, instead tucking her fingers into his and...oh.

"Hey, lookit that, how'd that happen?" he only half-joked, his stomach trading cartwheels for butterflies as Laura pulled him towards the rest of the class again, her hand laced in his, her triumphant smile bracketed by her very, very red cheeks; he slid his fingers between hers and made a quick mental correction to his earlier thought: As far as field trips went, Max couldn't think of a single one that had turned out better than this.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#theartofdreaming1 #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #the quarry #lauramax #heheheh well thanks vicky!!! i hope you're having an excellent weekend yourself! 🥰 #i always look forward to lauramax time!!!! i just *sniffle* i just love them so much

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 5: Feminization + toys

MINORS DNI

warnings: male amab dom top reader, sub bottom Bubba Hewitt, feminization, toy

“Oh lookit you,” Bubba squeals when you enter the room, and your stomach erupts with butterflies as it does each time you see him, “pretty girl,” you coo as you close and lock the door behind you. 

Bubba is sitting on your bed, signing up a storm already. You catch: hi, miss you, love you, you love pretty girl, and show love, You join him on your bed, 

"Slow down baby girl, I can't keep up," and sure he's going fast, but you're also distracted trying to take in the sight before you.

He’s wearing a bright red satin slip that hugs his body in ways that make your dick strain against your pants. He's also wearing sheer black tights that have a couple rips in them, exposing his skin in such a teasing way. Of course, to complete the look, he's wearing the mask of his that's got a full face of makeup. 

"Now what were you saying," you hum, rubbing your hands along his sides, "you wanted me to show you some love?" Bubba lets out a joyous squeal, nodding giddily. You take his hand in yours, kissing him sweetly because if there's one thing Bubba loves most, it's tenderness.

"Lay back Bubba, let me get a good look of my beautiful girl," Bubba giggles and does as he's told. You let out a low whistle, "oh I'm the luckiest guy in the world," this makes him squirm and babble happily. You can see his cock straining against the the slip, and you're dying to see what it will look like pressed against the tights. 

You'll get to that in due time. First you start with cupping his chest, squeezing his pecs like they're tits. Bubba, deciding he wants you to get on with it, takes your hands in his and moves them lower. You laugh softly, 

"What happened to showing love huh?" You tease, "I want to show you how much I love your tits," you grin, leaning down to kiss between his chest. Bubba is insistent though, and now pushes your head lower. 

"I have to show you how much I love your belly," you squeeze his stomach gently, kissing him there too. Bubba giggles and snorts, squirming under you at the ticklish sensation. 

You massage his skin for a second longer before moving down to his crotch,

"I gotta show you how much I love your clit," you coo, kissing his dick over the satin lingerie. Bubba jerks his hips up, eager for more attention.

"But first let me show you how I love your thighs," because my god you love his thighs. Bubba whines, loud and cranky as you skip past where he wants to be touched and instead feel up his massive thighs. You kiss the skin exposed by the rips in the tights, loving the way he trembles under you.

Bubba slams his hands on the bed, catching your attention. Please he signs over and over again. You give him one final kiss before pulling up, 

"Okay baby, let me get the lube and-" 

No no no, Bubba signs, look. Your brows furrow, but you comply. 

Your fingers slowly nudge his hem up until it's bunched up around his hips, and you can see his dick pressed against the tights, a wet spot from pre forming already.

Bubba reaches down, and rips his tights open; his cock bobs free.

"Oh Bubba," you groan.

With his dick and hole exposed you get why he was so desperate for you to keep going. He has a plug shoved inside of him, and by the looks of the base it's a big one. 

Bubba wiggles his hips and you get the message. Hastily you tug off your pants, nearly falling over in the process.

Then you redirect your attention back to Bubba once again. You tug on the plug, easing it out of his entrance. He whines, clutching to the sheets beneath him, watching you with a frenzied look from behind his mask. 

His hole gapes when you finally pull it all the way out, and lube dribbles out of him.

"You're so wet," you moan, tossing the plug away eagerly and wasting no time lining yourself up with his entrance.

Bubba wraps his arms around your neck tightly, bringing you close enough that you can hear his excited little squeals when you press the tip of your dick inside of him. He wiggles his hips, wanting more. And you give it to him.

He’s really stretched from the plug, and you’re able to slide yourself into him with ease. By the time that your hips meet, he's babbling up a storm, his hands flapping happily behind your head. You lean down and kiss him lovingly before moving your hips.

You start with a slow pace, wanting to savor this moment. 

"Good girl," you huff breathlessly, "stretching your pussy open for me," Bubba squeals and nods. "Did you, hah, think about my fat cock spreading you open while you, fuh-oh, fingered yourself," again he nods, squeezing down around you. 

He's not going to last long, if the pre leaking from his dick says anything, and truthfully neither will you. You pick up the pace unexpectedly and Bubba nearly screams. You're lucky you do this in your room, far away from people, because he's never been great at holding in his noises.

One of his arms unwraps itself from around your neck. Cum is what he signs over and over again.

"Fuck, go ahead baby girl," you grab him in your hand, stroking him off in time with your thrusts, "cum for me, hah, cum from me playing with your clit." He does, nearly a second later, thrusting his hips up and back erratically, so overwhelmed with pleasure he doesn't know what to do with himself or his body. 

The half-groan half-squeal that sounds like your name is what pulls you over. You fill him up, moaning his name as you fuck him through your orgasm. 

Bubba's whole outfit is ruined by the time you're done. It's stained with cum, ripped, but no matter the state of dress, you'll always see Bubba as the most beautiful man on the planet.

#cw feminization #cw toys #oops... the toys aspect of this is barely there :P #spice #thirst #kinktober/2022 #sub bubba hewitt

[anneimaginesundertale]

What's new with Poppy, Boss?

Boss is in the playroom at his house, in the middle of a very important tea party. He doesn't seem to hear your question. His little daughter, Poppy, dressed in her finest, pours imaginary tea into a dainty cup and then drops something extra in. She pretends to stir and then holds out the cup to her father.

"Lookit, Papa! I make tea!"

Boss takes the cup and looks into it carefully. "Oh," he says, "what a pretty butterfly hairclip there is in my tea. It will add such a nice flavor. Thank you, Poppy!" He pretends to sip at the tea while Poppy watches him carefully.

"No drink bufferfly," she says. "On your head!"

Boss stops drinking. "Oh, I see. It goes on my head. Thank you so much! I will put it there right now." He lifts the pink butterfly out of the cup. "Will you help me put it on?"

"Yes! I help!" Poppy grabs the clip and climbs her father like a jungle gym, until she's sitting on his shoulders. She sticks the clip (which must have some kind of adhesive on it) to the very top of his skull and then drums her little hands on either side of it. "Papa is preeettty!!!" she sings. "Papa look soooooo nice!"

You see Boss wince a little as his child uses his skull like a bongo, but he keeps a smile in his voice. "Poppy is soooo helpful," he sings to her little tune. "Poppy is the best girl in the whooooole world!" He reaches up and puts his hands around her waist, lifting her down to sit in his lap instead. She looks up at him adoringly.

"Love you, Papa," she says.

"Love you too, Poppy-bug." He finally seems to notice you. "Have you been there the whole time? Come in and have tea with us. Poppy, make Auntie Ray a cup of tea."

Poppy leaps out of his lap and rushes to her task. "Tea for Auntie!" she cries. Something from her pocket goes into your cup and she runs across the room to hold it out to you. Lucky you. She must just have butterfly clips in her pocket today. (The last time you were here, she had real ladybugs.)

#pureangleda #fanchild poppy #uf papyrus #best of all timelines #the best of all timelines #story ask #drabble

[juneknight]

Idling//5

Previous drabble here.

About this: MK/fem!reader. Graphic violence, blood, and injury. Recreational alcohol.

You meet Moon Knight.

It makes sense that you would meet him this way. So much sense in fact that for a moment you were afraid that Marc and Steven would think you had contrived it—but then you have much bigger things to worry about.

*

It starts with a girl’s night out. You’d been blowing off your friends for weeks, too caught up in your new relationship (though after six months now, it was hardly new). You were lucky that they were even still reaching out to you; you owed them a girl’s night.

“Can we stay in, though?” you’d asked. “Meet up at my flat, maybe? I’ll order—yes, Mr. Hoffman. I’m confirming right now that the package is to be marked return to sender and not destroyed. Oh, no, it’s absolutely no problem—alright, sorry, my boss walked by and you know how she is about us taking personal calls on company time. Anyway, I’d rather not have to walk home in the dark of London, you know?”

“Wow, I can tell you’ve been cooped up for too long,” your friend says. “There’s absolutely nothing to be scared about as a woman walking home at night in London these days. Don’t you know?”

You reach up, pressing the phone closer to your ear. “Know what?”

*

It turns out that Moon Knight is London’s worst kept secret. You feel sick thinking about how the whole city seemed to know what Marc and Steven’s body has been up to at night except for them.

*

Drinks. Laughs. Dancing. You do your best to enjoy the evening even as you look at your phone far too often. Steven said his goodnight to you an hour ago but sometimes his insomnia wakes him. As lovely as it is to see your friends again, you wish more than anything that you were with Steven back at his flat. There’s only so much you can share about your boyfriend—not his struggles, not his nighttime extracurricular activities, not his alters—without his wishes. You can’t help but feel like you’re keeping secrets from them, which has you feeling more morose than ever while you listen to their cheerful updates on their lives.

One of your friends gets too drunk. She’s about to leave alone but Moon Knight or not, you feel obligated to go with her. Maybe safety in numbers isn’t needed, but making sure she doesn’t stumble into the wrong flat is.

Arm in arm, you traipse along sidewalks tracing the way to your friend’s flat. Afterward you’ll likely just head home to your own.

“Lookit the moon,” your friend says, voice round and loose as you watch her buzz her way into the building. Above the both of you, it is a sharp crescent, threatening violence even as it gives you butterflies. She’s so busy staring upwards that she has to buzz again. “My god, it’s beautiful isn’t it? Thanks for walking me home, love. Don’t be such a stranger!”

You’re nearly in between Steven’s apartment and your own, but you decide to head back to yours in the end; the last thing you want to do is wake him if he’s fallen asleep. Every now and then you are drawn back to look at the moon, feeling its strange pull. Or maybe you were more buzzed than you thought.

Looking up makes you collide head on with a man looking down at his phone. He curses as it goes flying from his hands.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you say, leaning down to pick up his phone—an old flip phone. Dinosaur, it is, you think. Haven’t seen someone use one of those since you made Marc and Steven join the twenty first century. “Oh no.”

The phone is missing its back and its battery.

“Fuck,” the man sighs. The two of you scan the darkness of the sidewalk to no avail.

“Maybe there?” you suggest, pointing to the alleyway beside you.

“Does your phone have a light?” the man asks, holding his phone up and angling it towards the dim streetlamp to look for cracks in the case. “Can’t see shite without my own.”

Phone light on, you sweep the glow back and forth along the mouth of the alleyway.

“I’m sorry, I don’t see it.”

“I feel terrible,” you say. “Please give me a way to contact you and I’ll pay for a new one.”

“It’s alright,” says the man. He reaches out and wraps his fingers around your wrist, squeezing tight past the point of pain. “Guess I’ll just have yours.”

He wrenches you into the dark alley. Even just a few feet off of the street changes the entire atmosphere; it is darker here, quieter, smelling like a London alley would. Caught off guard as you are, one swift push knocks you off your balance and down to your hands and knees.

A voice comes from deeper within the alley, and for a moment you think you’ve been saved—you don’t even need a hero, just a Good Samaritan who can maybe scare off the man above you. But when he rips your phone out of your hand and hands it to the other, your hope is snuffed like a matchstick in the wind.

“Keep quiet and this will be real easy. We don’t want to hurt you,” says the first man. “We’ll take the phone and your purse and we’ll call it even.”

“Fine,” you say. You aren’t sure if you can believe them, but you’re at their mercy. Hands shaking, you work to unclasp your clutch from where you had secured it around yourself before leaving with your friend.

“Come on,” the second man groans, bouncing up on his toes to keep an eye on the end of the alley where the occasional car passes by. “Jesus, hurry it up or we’ll cut it off you.“

“I’m trying,” you snap.

He strikes you across the face, a dizzying blow that brings instant tears to your eyes. “What’d I say lady? Keep quiet. Just because we don’t wanna hurt doesn’t mean we won’t.”

You nod, barely hearing him over the ringing in your ears. Trying to unclasp the purse is even harder now though with your blurred vision, the complete lack of moonlight.

That darkness is where he comes from. The man who struck you is there one moment and gone the next, pulled deeper into the alley and out of your vision. There is the sound of a struggle that is then cut ominously short.

The other drops your phone and makes a break for it, but the Knight is faster. You’ve heard Steven and Marc describe the ceremonial armor—and Steven’s suit, which you imagine he looks very dapper in—but unique as this alter is, he has an outfit all his own, with gray bandages across his every surface except for a bare strip revealing his eyes. The cape and cowl are in tatters, having seen better days.

On his hands, it looks like he has pulled on a pair of worn leather gloves.

The Knight breezes past you as if you weren’t there, rustling the air around you. One savage kick to the back sends the retreating mugger sprawling with such vigor that his head strikes the concrete and his body goes still.

All at once, they are alone.

You feel breathless, even as you pant. One hand reaches up to tenderly touch the arch of your cheek, feeling wetness that could be blood or tears for all the pain it brings.

He approaches you with slow, thoughtful steps. Bending down, he picks up your phone and offers it to you without a word.

His eyes—those eyes you know so well—scan you from head to toe, narrowing in on your wounded face. Before you can open your mouth to say a word to him, you both hear the sound of one of the men coming to.

“Vete,” Marc’s body says to you. His voice gives you goosebumps, so similar to Marc’s but so different. He stalks into the alley and with ease picks up the man who struck you, forcing him to stand even as he sways dangerously. To the man he says: “Oye. No te ves tan bien. ¿Necesitas un médico? Hel-lo? No. Un médico no puede ayudarte.”

The Knight seems to conjure from thin air a piece of metal just as thin, curved, and dangerous as the crescent moon above you.

“Hey—“ you say, scrambling to your feet. Your head still spins as you struggle to get your balance, but you see that the Moon Knight has frozen at the sound of your voice, narrow strip of exposed eyes turned towards you even as he holds the struggling man in place, blade pressed beneath his chin. “Hey, you, you don’t have to do that. They wouldn’t want you to do that.”

You approach him like you might a scared, wild animal. The man who tried to mug you goes still as he realizes that you’re actually trying to save his life, barely daring to breathe unless the blade breaks his skin.

“Do you recognize me?” you ask lowly. He doesn’t respond, but those eyes—those eyes know you. The revelation makes you feel faint. “I know you. Sort of. I know your flatmates too. This…isn’t what they would want you to do.”

You reach out, fingers trembling, palm up. He stares at your open hand, and his grip on the blade shifts.

Marc’s body slits the man’s throat in one smooth motion. Your entire being recoils in horror, a spray of blood splattering against your bare legs. The mugger doesn’t even seem to realize what has happened, reaching up to touch at the gaping wound in his neck. He is let go, crumpling to the dirty ground of the alley.

“No me importa,” the alter says to you. He slips back into the shadows and is gone like smoke.

Next drabble here.

#jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #tw: graphic depictions of violence #tw: blood

[helldidntwantme]

I have way too many butterfly dresses (even more than are in the picture lol)

Give me a color, pretty much any color and I'll give you a lookit with a dress just ask

My ID is 78kgvGRpxb 🦋

(I also have wings just not as many)

Edit: Nevermind I have hella wings for type A muses, not as many for type b. I checked my inventory and basically... If you want any part of the butterfly set just ask. My specialty is in the type A dresses and wings though (but you can still ask for other stuff and I'll just let you know if I have it or not

#fashion dreamer #fashion dreamer lookit

[curejiraiya]

Four different NPCs made my muse Derrin lookits today!

#fashion dreamer #lookit

[adelle-ein]

big old fashion dreamer adelle photoshoot now that i have all the butterfly stuff in blue :)

friend code is 8pkpBJGMXb btw if anyone wants to see my stuff, send lookit requests, anything....especially if you have more blue/turquoise variants on the type A butterfly wings to offer, but anyone really

#the butterfly highlights in her eyes spark such joy lol #i want a brighter blue eye color for her + i'm not totally happy with how her wings came out #my idea at the time was to use the darker blue on them since i had the turquoise dress for her #but now i'm thinking maybe they should be cyan-er #however we only get to make one pair so. on the lookout for kindly players #txt #lacefd #fashion dreamer #bd2 #i like that you can easily imagine the ear cuffs as clip ons #bc in my headcanon her ears aren't pierced

[thelivingmemegod]

Thoughts on the Junior High line? (Both series)

Junior High!

Ruby Anderson!

My sweet girl. She was DEEP in her Supreme phase here it’s very cute, it feels very juvenile, I love her necklace, I love her top, side pony, I love her checker sneakers too. Her under sweater with the red and black sleeves and the scrunchie. Her backpack is really cute too. I wish they had these in Rainbow High too (I wish basically everything things set in school had backpacks though, so not new at all lol-)

Poppy Rowan!

Please I’m hyperventilating SHES SO CUTE-

LOOKIT HER ELEPHANT EAR SLEEVES WITH THE BUTTERFLY LIKE PRINT, LOOK AT HER BOWS AND HER FLOWER CHILD BUILT ASS HAIRSTYLE-

LOOK AT HER SHOES THEY’RE SO CUTE-

I love her backpack too! The sparkle print and the monarch butterfly patch are adorable. Her freckles are kicking my ASS it’s so cute

Sunny “this women is gonna end me” Madison!

This jacket, this shirt, this skirt, THESE SOCKS- all the pins and prints I’m- 😭

Her shoessss, her platformsssss I say she still has these platforms in Rainbow High and you cannot take that away from me.

She’s 100% a victim of the see-through backpack thing in America BUT she made the most of it and it’s adorable.

Her hairstyle is just darling, I love the rainbow clips, I love the buns and the curls and HER BABY HAIRSSSS (chokes)

Jade Hunter!

Jade is super cute!

Love the low cut colorblock pants, love the boxers peaking out, love the stripe croptop moment. All of these dolls have been proof that RH is better when they don’t let them make shoes see through. Love the shoes. Her twin ponytails and her scrunchies and her socks (especially the socks cuz you can’t even see them but they’re still awesome)

Once again, the backpack is fire.

Skylar Bradshaw!

Loveeee her sweatshirt, it looks so comfy. Her jirt (I’m sorry for this stupid ass joke I just love it) looks like she took a silver metallic posca marker and went to town on that pocket.

Her lil topknot hair is cute! Love the fact that her hair tie matches the tag she left on her shoe (which is a real trend!) I also really like the checker on the bottom and the printing on her socks. Another See-through backpack girl, at least it’s cute!

Violet Willow!

This boujee bitch went to a private school LOOK AT HER.

Most popular girl there.

The bangs are MUCH better and I love the pigtails with the fluffy hair ties. I love her cardigan, her button down, her plaid skirt, her knee thick’s and the diamond shoes. Her backpack is giving Channel grandmas couch REALNESS

SERIES TWO

Amaya Raine!

ADORABLE. Her sweatshirt is so, sooo cute, her pleated skirt is kinda weird pattern wise but still pretty cute cuz it’s like an add on to the sweater. Those BOOTS ARE THE STAR; YES GIRL YOU ARE FASHION.

Her white hair is really cute and I love the rainbow backing with the gold everywhere.

BACKPACK IS FIRE

Krystal Bailey!

Her lip color aside.

CUTE ASS PUFF HAIRSTYLE WITH THE BABY HAIRS AAHHHHH

Love the printed Jean jacket and skirt and ooooo those boots are HEAT gimmie.

The sorta satchel backpack with that latch is a nice change

Kendall River- 😭

I’m adding him because TELL ME WHY HE DOWNGRADED BETWEEN JUNIOR HIGH AND HIGH SCHOOL.

SEVENTH GRADE HIM LOOKS LIKE THE MOST POPLAR VAUGELY CUTE BOY IN YOUR CLASS THAT LIKE EIGHT GIRLS LIKE ALL AT THE SAME TIME. HE IS THE MESSIEST BOY HERE.

Karma Nichols!

I like this more than the base doll actually- I like the high waisted shorts set in green and white and the jacket and the shoes. She looks sporty and I like that she’s holding her backpack more like a purse.

Sella Monroe!

Girl you needa learn some CONTRAST. But I do like sequin dress, her crown and her t-strap heels they’re cute. Also like her satchel/pure/backpack

Bella Parker

She has no waist but I actually like it for the juvenile look. I like her little bow tie, the black buttons, the straight on bow and high pony, love that she keeps her socks and heels between these two, cute detail. Her bag is also adorable and giving the same realness as Violet.

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