that’s not what he meant by her dancing ]
[That is a very good thing. She would only embarrass herself anyway.]

[Waverly, maybe if you learn how to twerk, you can twerk your way off this island. Let the power of the booty compel you, one and all.]

bigbadwulfgang:

waverly-the-timid:

bigbadwulfgang:

waverly-the-timid:

bigbadwulfgang:

waverly-the-timid:

touches people’s butts for science

image

ask the cutie before you are touching the booty!!

She’s afraid Wolfgang’s posterior would grow a fist of its own and punch her in the face.

That is not a possibility! Even though his glutes are ROCK HARD, they will never be able to form a MIGHTY fist.

For someone with such an impressive ghetto booty in her possession, she is apparently unaware that butts do not have supernatural powers.

…Usually.

It’s not that butts do not have powers! No, many butts have the power of hypnosis, especially when performing activities that involve shaking them! This is science.

DON’T TELL HER THAT. If you convince her it’s for science, she will try to twerk for science, and there’s no way that has a good ending.

bigbadwulfgang:

waverly-the-timid:

bigbadwulfgang:

waverly-the-timid:

touches people’s butts for science

image

ask the cutie before you are touching the booty!!

She’s afraid Wolfgang’s posterior would grow a fist of its own and punch her in the face.

That is not a possibility! Even though his glutes are ROCK HARD, they will never be able to form a MIGHTY fist.

For someone with such an impressive ghetto booty in her possession, she is apparently unaware that butts do not have supernatural powers.

…Usually.

bigbadwulfgang:

waverly-the-timid:

touches people’s butts for science

image

ask the cutie before you are touching the booty!!

She’s afraid Wolfgang’s posterior would grow a fist of its own and punch her in the face.

touches people’s butts for science

*briefly, momentarily, slightly, inconspicuously, and very gently touches the butt*

scienceandsolitude:

"O-oh. " Tries to touch butt back. Gets nervous and doesn’t touch the butt.

"I’m glad you.. appreciate my features."

SMOOTH WILSON. SMOOTH.

"Oh m-my, I’m sorry! That was an accident! I sw-swear! I was j-just walking and swinging m-my arms and given our height and the l-land elevation, I—" she gave up trying to use her big-girl words and pulled up her collar, hiding half of her face in her clothes.

Anonymous whispered:
Does Maxwell ever make you do other 'favors' for him other than cooking and cleaning? like bedroom favors?

"If y-you are implying that I h-h-have agreed to a physical relationship with Mr. M-Maxwell, I assure you, that is n-not part of my job description!"

theboundking:

theboundking:

As his consciousness returned, he started to notice the odd plushness of wherever it was he had been moved to. Maxwell remembered collapsing outside somewhere.

The faint smell of rather pleasant cleaning agents wafted in and he sat up, eyes fixating on the little red-headed woman. “… I should have guessed you of all people would show this sort of kindness, regardless of what sort of things I keep you here to do.” His gaze moved elsewhere and his thoughts mulled over what would compel her to treat her captor.


Of all people, Waverly was one of the few people he actually expected to show hospitality towards him. While he had essentially enslaved her into being his personal maid, when she was presented with the opportunity to leave, she hadn’t.

Maxwell moved the cold towel slightly, “Why, can you not dance? It would be a shame for someone such as yourself to be unable to dance.” There was a short pause, “But I’m not one to be entertained by imbecilic dancing.”

The woman chuckled a bit, still sitting beside Maxwell with her hands folded in her lap and a small grin on one side of her face. “Someone such as m-myself? So, a lowly servant?” she shrugged, getting up for a moment to grab Maxwell a cup of water. “No. I d-do not know how to dance, so I don’t think you’re in danger of h-having to ever hurt your eyes with that sight.”

She handed him the cup, sitting back down and carefully folding her legs underneath her. She didn’t mind being his servant. He didn’t embarrass her, harshly insult her on a daily basis, or smack her around. And honestly, it was better than just being alone. Waverly liked to work. She liked to keep her mind occupied. When the mind was busy, it didn’t wander to unsavory places.

"H-how are you feeling, sir?"

[I follow you all because you’re nuggets.]