#dolly mouse

[zal-cryptid]

If I may ask a question...Are there any other "living" things on the island besides the toyfolk?

There was an invasion of mice back in the 1810s, but the Nutcracker army fought them off. Where they went is uncertain, but they are around somewhere.

Since then, the Krampus has reminded neighboring realms (such as the Snow Queendom and Sweetland) that the island belongs to him. Krampus and his dark elves don't actually live on there, but instead dwell in the Underdark beneath the North Pole.

[zlataisawsome]

Monthly or something grub time for my chuck e cheesers COME AND GET IT (bangs tin pan with spoon)

[moon-drop-grape]

another not-robot to add to the collection of not-robots

[bunnypeewuwu]

one of my boards on Pinterest,, i legit love pink and a motivational posts like that!! especially the girlie girls ones and the princess ones!! they are so dolly :))

[dollietoon]

Tea party

(Ft. my lovely husband @rightyofelix and the coolest bro @k4nd1d3ntur3z !! )

[evanescencefan101]

[willysnylander]

hear this now: the next person to start spouting bullshit about how mitch is a bad player and the leafs need to drop him will be tasting my blade.

[localratman]

"oh hey how ya doing?" im doing just dandy, im just frothing at the mouth over GAY RODENTS of all things and launching into the planning of a multi-chapter fic about said gay rodents.

[latexwife]

just look me up, and i'll look down

[weirdkit1k]

September 5 2024

[mushysposts]

DA SILLY

[zenmom]

These “quick” sketches took me nearly two hours. Joining my party is the bombastic rat named Party-Bomb and a guest with felix the cat… or was it Julius? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’ll want to explain this when I get enough sleep.

[moon-drop-grape]

this game's fun to mod

[littletroubledgrrrl]

Dolly Parton sings "9 to 5" at Walt Disney World's 15th anniversary.

[dollietoon]

Minnie

[bloodibambiidoll]

OH MY GODDDD!! Sid you absolute fucking cock block 😤

the car trouble saga continues…

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

you can find parts one-three on the masterlist below!

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

you will your breathing to slow as you walk alongside eddie to your front door. letting your fingertips brush as you walk, and it feels like you’re in a dream.

you had expected him to laugh off your offer, but he agreed almost too eagerly. was it just wishful thinking on your part?

or did he want this too?

you’re completely lost in your thoughts as you unlock the front door with shaky hands. while he seems as casual as ever, eddie is just as nervous as you are— he’s just much better at hiding it.

“so uh, where’s sid at anyway?” he asks softly as he kicks off his reeboks by the front door.

while eddie had spent the greater part of his teenage years in this house, he’s never seen it so quiet. it’s unusual. but not as unusual as being alone with his best friend’s little sister.

“working, or he’s with heather.” you shrug.

heather halloway, your brother’s better half.

“and your parents?”

while it embarrassed the hell out of you that you were still 20 years old and living with your folks, you really couldn’t afford to move out on your own yet.

“gone for the weekend, celebrating their wedding anniversary.” you hum, looking back at him over your shoulder.

eddie swallows thickly, and it finally dawns on him just how alone you two really are.

he follows you into the kitchen, flicking the overhead light on when you head towards the fridge.

“are you hungry? or thirsty? i think i might have some leftover—” your rambling is cut short when you turn and he’s suddenly right beside you.

he’s close. so fucking close that you can feel the heat radiating from his chest. eddie takes a step forward, backing you against the kitchen island. he rests one hand on the counter by your hip, and the other reaches up to cup your cheek. there’s a look of determination in his eyes as his tilts his head towards you.

and then you feel his lips brush against yours.

you’re in shock, body completely frozen as he presses his lips more firmly against yours. but when he feels how stiff you are, he stops immediately. a look of embarrassment crosses over his features when he takes a step back.

“oh shit, fuck. i read this whole thing wrong. i’m so sorry. god, please don’t say anything to sid, he’ll kill me—”

now you’re the one cutting off his worried rambling with your lips, gripping his t-shirt in your fists. eddie recovers quickly, immediately pulling you closer by your belt loops. his lips are softer than you expected, and they mold against yours almost too perfectly.

you can still taste the last cigarette on his tongue, and the sweat from his upper lip as you kiss him harder. it’s the most intoxicating combination and you just want more, more, more.

and more he gives you.

eddie’s grip on your hips tightens and suddenly he’s lifting you up onto the counter. he fits snugly between your open thighs, ringed fingers slipping up and underneath the hem of your blouse. you don’t know where he ends and you begin, but you can’t find it within yourself to care.

not when he’s kissing you like his life depends on it.

but it all comes crashing down in an instant when the front door swings open, and your brothers voice rings out into the empty house.

“mouse? you home?”