>>43286090
She WOULD be stinky and a Skrillex fan

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>>43286704
She stinks good tho

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>>43286888
Trips of undeniable truth.

>>43286888
why is it such a common headcanon to give her some bush? is it because she's a loser?

>>43287745
Wallflower Blush
Wallflower Bush

It's really not that difficult to figure out.

>>43286888
beautiful
sorry perfect-thicc-and-busty-wallflower-enjoyers, but that is my favorite body type for her, and I'm not just saying this because “it fits her personality or stereotype better”, but because, at least to me, she's way hotter like that than in your typical “hot girl” body type, maybe because she feels like the real one for me

>>43286080
i love her!

>>43288130
I mean, I would agree with you, but I can't look past that tranny artwork that you're using as an example.

>>43288130
Average bodies are peak

>>43289040
Why is it a tranny artwork?

>>43289162
It's just got that look about it. For some reason, all trannys have that kind of art style.

>>43289279
She blushes easily <3

I failed you once Wally
I won't let you fall again

>>43289279
how could anyone ignore a cutie like her

>>43290444
Holy trips in this thread
Wally is blessed here

You Wallflower fags owe me

These threads are going the route of the Maud and Gloriosa threads...

>>43290837
There were Gloriosa threads at some point? Why?

>>43290837
At this point it's mostly to motivate the writerfriend to finish the green

>>43290891
Probably for the same reason why Wallflower has this one. A niche character that, aside from a few fans, not many people think of regularly. So there's these little pockets for them to be talked about

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damn, yuka_mono can't stop delivering wally

Continuing >>43256603

>You feel weird about ditching school, but you leave with haste along with Anon
>He walks so comfortably numb down the halls, while you're absolutely terrified of anyone even seeing you
>Hiding around some corners to remain out of sight from anyone who could spot you
>Finally, you make it out and take a deep breath
>You were too much of an emotional wreck to care about it earlier, but you're really doing this
"My dad is gonna kill me" You mutter to yourself as Anon nudges you with his elbow
> "Just tell him it was my idea, I don't mind disappointing him a second time"
>You scoff at the idea, rolling your eyes as you walk away from school grounds with him
"Yeah, I'll just tell him I skipped school for a guy who stood me up before. He'll have trust in my good judgement"
>He lets out a snort laugh that takes you back for a second, but you can't help smiling at him
>His genuine happiness, not the cocky attitude he hides behind, it warms your heart seeing him like this
>You walk in a comfortable silence, following Anon as he guides you to Wallflower's place
>Which gives you time to think on how you'll tackle this
>You don't want to forgive her, not yet at least
>But she has no one with her now, to leave her alone now would be the worst thing you could do
>Without you two there, she may return to the stone, to that pit of despair
>You were worried to find out she wasn't in the gardening club
>It's a good thing she hasn't used the stone, but you dread to think of what that could mean if you were to leave her alone
>Your worry must be showing in your face, Anon calls out to you as your mind conjures up the worst case scenario you could find at her place "Rose?"
>You shake your head before meeting his eyes
"I'm good, just thinking about what to say to her"
>Anon doesn't reply to you beyond a grunt of acknowledgement, his eyes shifting back to the road to avoid looking at you
"What about you? You tried to get us talking before, but what about your own thoughts?"
>His shoulders stiffen at your questions, "I'll just tell her to get rid of the stone" he mutters to himself
> "Maybe then, these headaches will be gone"
>You lock your arm around his elbow and give him a sympathetic smile
"We'll get you some pain killers if they don't. Alright?"
>That seems to lessen his frown, for the time being
>Until you arrive at Wallflower's place, and his scowl returns
>You take a deep breathe and approach the door, with Anon silently following behind you
>The door is open, letting you take a look at the dimly lit inside of the house

>>43291922
>You take a step in and look around, scared to make a noise at all, and begin looking for her
>The curtains of the living room, the entire house rather, closed to let only the fewest rays of sunlight in
>There's a few bags full of trash scattered around the dining room, with plastic bottles and trays on the table
>The kitchen is the worst part though, dirty dishes and glasses piled up on just about every surface they can, including the grimy sink
>You're scared to even call out for her, every room in the house making you more worried than the last
>You look at your stone-faced companion, oddly detached from the scene as he looks up the stairs
>Ascending to the second floor, you strain your ears to hear anything in the eerie quiet of the house
>You nearly jump and fall at the squeak of a door creaking open
>Anon places a hand over your shoulder as you take a peek in
>An undone bed, an overflowing laundry basket, plates and glasses full of dubious contents scattered on the floor
>And an unquestionable smell that reminds you of freshly cut grass, mixed with the stench of used clothes
>This must be her room
"Wallflower?" You whisper as you look around the dark room

>It's a controlled disaster kind of mess you're looking at
>A clearing amongst the thrown around clothes and food wrappers leads to a mattress and pillows, covered in what you hope is dried snot
>Anon tiptoes around to avoid most of the trash and clothes, his eyes fixed on the wardrobe
>A couple pictures of Wallflower and him are attached to the mirror next to the closet
>He's lost in thought staring at them, and as you're about to go to his side and comfort him
>The sound of bottles being knocked over somewhere else grabs your attention
>You peek into the hallway, and follow the source of the noise
>The door is wide open, she must not have expected anyone to find her here
>You look into the bathroom and see your once-bestfriend in her undergarments, putting some sort of cream on her face
>With the light from her phone's light the only thing illuminating the room, you squint to get your eyes used to the darkness to see her properly
>She's so focused on applying it, her eyes glued at her own reflection in the mirror
>Your eyes dart from her face, to the bottles and jars, to her weak and fragile body as your eyes adjust to the darkness
>Wallflower looks at you in the reflection, freezing in place for a moment before she turns to look at you properly
>Your heart skips a bit as you look into the glint of light in her otherwise obscured face
>You had so many things you wanted to say to her just now
>But your mind comes up blank, instead, you take a step into the bathroom and look at the bottles
>Is she, trying to use conditioner as moisturizer?
>You frown at the obvious mistake she's making, biting your lip as you reach for a towel and clearing your throat, before quietly speaking

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>>43291923
"You're using the wrong one" You open the faucet and dampen the towel
>Wallflower remains still in shock, her mouth opening and closing trying to find her voice
>You take another step closer to her, and this makes her flinch away from you
>You gulp down some saliva as you hold the towel to her
"May I?"
>The slow nod of her head is all you need, you get as close as you need to see her face in the darkness and lift the towel to her face, wiping away the hair product off her cheeks
>This close to her you can hear her shaky breath, see the imperfections on her skin, her slightly bloodshot teary eyes
>When you're done, you step away and reach for the lotion bottle
>Wallflower remains still as you carefully apply some of the cream on her face, her breath slowly regulating as she lets you lay your hands on her
>When you're done, you retrieve your hands and admire her darkened features
>Fragile as she is, you can't help but be smitten by her, even in her current state
> "Thank you" She adds in that soft voice of hers
>You move to turn the lights on, but Wallflower grabs your hand before you can, pleading to you "Please, no. I don't want.."
>She trails off, but her shaky grasp tells you all you need to know
"Wally, you can't hide forever" You intertwine your fingers with hers
>She takes a couple deep breaths, trying and failing to stop shaking
>Eventually though, she nods with her head, closing her eyes shut as you turn the lights on
>Wallflower's least flattering angles lay bare for you to see, the stretch marks, the skin bumps
>You hold her hand, her eyes not daring to take a peek at the mirror
>But once she looks, she can't pry her gaze away
>Quiet sobs escape her lips as she accepts her reality
>And you carefully wrap your arms around her shoulders
> "Rose? Am I ugly?" Wallflower utters out, having to calm herself to even get the word 'ugly' out
"No," You squeeze her closer to you, "I think you're beautiful"
>Broken doesn't begin to describe her, emotionally and physically
>But you're not lying, for as much of a mess as she is
>She's the prettiest girl you wished you knew

>>43291925
>Her pitiful sobbing must've snapped Anon out of his trance, a knock on the door frame of the bathroom indicating his presence
>You and Wallflower turn to look at him, and it's immediately obvious he's avoiding looking at her too much out of politeness, with a tinge of red on his cheeks
> "You're pretty cute, I think, I mean-" He awkwardly babbles as he shifts and turns around
>Wallflower's face lightens up, a ghost of a smile on her face as she leans against you. "What are you two doing here? After what I said, I.. I thought"
"I found the stone, Wally" You declare, earning you a worried look from her
> "Did you-" She begins, only to be promptly cut off by Anon
> "No, she didn't. And we hope you won't either, that's why we're here" A sullen look returns to his face just by mentioning the stone
>As she processes this information, you continue
"I felt it tugging at my heart, and I feel like I understand why you used it" You move a lock of hair off her face to look at her properly
"But, you can't just keep telling yourself you won't use it, that's not enough"
>The half-naked girl nearly goes limp in your hold, you can feel her heartbeat quickening as she hyperventilates
>It takes all her might to even utter a couple words, "I know"
>Anon steps into the bathroom proper and stands before Wallflower
>His dark, judgemental eyes remain so for a couple of moments, you swear he's about to give her an ultimatum
>But he places his hand on hers and gently trails his thumb over her knuckles, "You need to get rid of it"
>His touch helps in keeping her grounded, her breath steadying as she gives the two of you a look full of doubt
> "I know I have to, I know it hurts me and it hurts you but.." She lets out a sigh of defeat as she continues "I don't know what I'll do without it"
> "I haven't done anything but use it to escape whenever I felt uncomfortable," She spasms in a silent sob as she talks "I'm a thief. If I don't have the stone, how can I keep living? What will I have left after this is over?"
>You move to pull her closer in your embrace, and at the same time as you do, Anon wraps his arms around the both of you
>You two sandwich Wallflower in a comfortably vulnerable hug
>In which she can't help but quietly sob
>You don't want to promise her you'll be here, you don't feel like you want to give her that much power again
>And from the way Anon behaved when you got here, you're sure he feels the same
"Would you call the past year 'living'?" You whisper to her
>A quick, desperate shaking of her head is her only response
"Something needs to change, then" You feel her head shifting away from you to let her look at you
> "Like what? Besides the stone, I mean"
>Anon pulls back from the hug as he comments "You could start with cleaning up the house a bit"
>He probably didn't meant it as a snide remark, but that doesn't stop Wallflower from groaning in shameful frustration and hiding her face in your shoulder

>>43291926
> "I'm so sorry you guys had to see all this" She muffles out as you let out a soft chuckle at her expense
>You give her a squeeze between your arms and trace your hand over her hair, still damp from the shower
"I'd much rather know you're a mess than faking being alright"
>Your words seem to comfort her, as she relaxes in your arms and gently nods her head

>Anon steps back from the scene for a bit, reaching for a towel and wrapping it over Wallflower's shoulders with it
>For some reason, she thought it was a good idea to shower with her clothes on
>She excuses herself as she goes back to her room, leaving you and Anon to wait for her
>He looks around the bathroom, his eyes setting on the pile of drenched clothes next to the shower, with a smirk he comments "And mom yells at me when I leave my clothes on the floor"
"Dude, you saw her, she's not doing well. Besides, I think she'd want her mom to yell at her about it now" You try your best to organize the bathroom, which is thankfully much cleaner than the rest of the house
>Anon stays by the door frame as he watches you work, silently contemplating you
>Which makes you feel pretty awkward, and turn to him scowling
>You were expecting a defensive, non-nonchalant reaction, but instead he keeps his look of contemplation
> "What did it felt like?" You shoot him a questioning look as he adds "The stone, you said it was calling out for you"
>You haven't forgotten about that sensation still, probably never will
"Like, I could've erased everything that hurt" You pause for a second, and admit to him "If Derpy hadn't interrupted me, I think I would've used it"
>With the bathroom done, you walk past him and gently nudge him with your elbow to snap him out of it
>He lets out a long sigh and follows you downstairs to continue the cleanup, "Do you think, if she hadn't used the stone in the first place, we'd still be lonely screw-ups?"
>You hold back scoffing at the idea of you being a screw-up, right now's not the proper time to tease him about it
"Maybe, maybe we would've turned out like this either way. A falling out or something"
>Stepping into the living room as you speak, you look at the pictures on the walls
>Wallflower's parents, the gardening club gathered together, her smile more prominent in the ones with you and Anon
"Maybe we'd be completely different. Happy? More fulfilled?"
>You turn to look at Anon, and he shares this expression of melancholy with you for a time neither of you will ever experience or reminisce about
>He seems to get the hint at what you're getting at, "It's stupid to think about it, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but I don't blame you"
>You grab his hand and walk away from the pictures, dragging him behind you
"It really is a nice thought"

>>43290929
Trust me I've plenty motivation still, just a matter of posting what I've written. I like weekly updates. And I hope it's enjoyable enough to carry a thread, I've thought of going to fingerbang if the thread dies for longer than three weeks but I don't want to just show up with a half-written, angsty green that started here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this update, more to come soon.

>>43291705
>the sundress
I want more of it