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On a splendid walk!
I finished making this guy, v inspired by @slocotion, old clown dolls, and Vanessa Stockard. I'm not sure what to call him, Timothy, maybe!
#just for me not for sale#I am not allowed to monetize other hobbies lol#see my next post for more abt making him#oofa doofa#ooak#ooak doll#mal crafts
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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a headcon for the moon boys and the reader running into a pinning ex lover? Maybe a little spice after the run in, if your comfortable.
Thank you so much for your time. Your writing in amazing and your dialog for Jake is ✨ the bees needs✨💜
Awe, thank you so much!!
BUT OKIEDOKIE ARTICHOKE, HERE WE GO
nsfw under the cut
So for context, let’s say you run into your ex on different occasions with them?? You’ll see what I mean.
STEVEN
So it all starts when you decided to go out for dinner.
This time, Steven’s fronting. It’s his turn to take you out on a nice date. To see you in a beautiful dress, sipping white wine and getting full on pasta.
Ya know, the typical romantic shit that the moon boys are one thousand percent suckers for.
But then this…completely random man comes up to the table.
And really, he shouldn’t be shocked that this guy approached you out of nowhere. Because you look beautiful. Painfully gorgeous. A Monét painting come to life.
It’s just unfortunate that this incredibly flirty stranger who knows no boundaries is your ex.
He’s a lot more calm and collected than Steven. A lot cooler in his demeanour as he makes you laugh.
But the thing about Steven is, he absolutely hates jealousy—hates being jealous. Though he hasn’t had much experience, as far as he can tell, it’s a gross emotion. A disgusting feeling that he knows is unrealistic because you love him.
You’re incredibly adamant about how much you love him (because who tf wouldn’t be with them).
Unfortunately, it’s hard to not feel this way whenever your ex shoots a glare in Steven’s direction.
But you’re not stupid. You easily pick up on the way you he disregards your boyfriend, and without hardly any effort, you bid a forceful goodbye to your ex and return your attention to Steven.
And Steven? Ugh that boy LIVES to be in your attention. And the fact that you chose him; picked him over the guy in the dark blue suit that keeps undressing you with his eyes, is marvellous.
A little too good to be true, in Steven’s eyes, but still marvellous.
However that doesn’t stop him from still being apprehensive. Doesn’t stop him from withholding all that jealousy from earlier. It’s unhealthy and he doesn’t deal with it—knows he should—but doesn’t know how to.
And it sucks because this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. It was supposed to end with the two of you relaxing in a warm bath together, eating chocolate and listening to French music as you had slow passionate sex.
But there’s no way that’s happening, much to both of your dismays.
So for the rest of the evening, the two of you drop it.
Until, you run into your ex the next day.
MARC
This time, when your ex waves to you from a fruit stand on the street corner, Marc is with you.
And, though Marc is far more aggressive, far more assertive than Steven, he suffers from the same green-eyed monster almost immediately.
He saw him last night, in the reflection of the glass window behind your table, and even then, without ever talking to the guy, he hated him.
Was aggravated beyond anything.
Except, Marc doesn’t really let you know that. Luckily, he’s not that much of a talker to begin with, so you don’t see his silence as a bad thing at first.
He’s able to keep his feelings hidden for the most part.
But then
OH BUT THEN
The man has the audacity to touch you. To caress your elbow as you politely try to disengage his advances.
Your uncomfortable. So very uncomfortable, that Marc nearly beats the guy to a bloody pulp without a second thought.
But instead, the rational part of him that doesn’t want to cause you further stress, controls his thoughts. And his fists.
“I think you’ve over-stepped a boundary there, buddy.”
The guy, with a smug, thin grin on his face looks directly at Marc. “Have I?”
At that point, Marc can see, out of the corner of his peripheral, your eyes widen. Your grip on his hand tightens and your breathing picks up as you nervously look to him.
You’re pleading to him.
Please, don’t do this.
But in his anger, in that quick, white hot flash of emotion, Marc blacks out.
JAKE
And if you weren’t scared before, you sure as hell were now.
Because you recognize the change in pressure as he clenches his jaw and the darkening of his eyes.
You know it’s Jake fronting now. And that becomes a whole other problem because…
You can talk Marc down with almost no problem. You don’t even need to convince Steven to choose the route of non-violence. He already follows that river like a loose pebble caught in the stream.
But Jake?
Jake is a whole other untameable beast.
So you’re desperately pulling him away before he can even consider his next plan of attack.
Luckily, he lets you guide him. Though he keeps looking back behind him with a dangerous scowl on his face, silently hoping that this fucker follows so that way he has an excuse.
It isn’t until you get Jake through the door of your shared apartment that you finally allow yourself to breathe.
You dodged a bullet there, and you’re ready to just drop it and move on, but Jake is not.
Before you can even your shoes off, he has you pinned against the wall. One hand holds your wrists together above your head, and the other tilts your chin up to his.
“Goddammit, Jake. You need better fucking self-control, you know that?”
He smiles at you. A devilish grin as he lifts his clothed knee up into your cunt. You gasp at the hard contact. “Oh, you see, corazón, I have a lot of self-control.” He wraps his mouth around the edge of your ear, before tugging on it with his teeth. “If I didn’t, I would’ve fucked you right there in front of that pendejo.”
Another jolt of his leg muscle and you whimper. He laughs, because your body always betrays you. Never lets you be a brat without telling him that you want him inside you.
He then smells the lingering perfume on the junction of your shoulder and neck from last night, and inhales deeply.
You smell so fucking good.
“On second thought, maybe I should’ve taken you right there, hmm? Maybe he would’ve finally gotten the fucking hint that you’re taken.”
Then, it’s his turn to drag you. To guide you to the kitchen counter where he flattens your upper-body.
And you follow suit without a word. Because you know exactly what’s going to happen, and you’re already so excited. Already so wet between your thighs that you can’t do much but hold on to the other end of the counter and lift your ass up in preparation.
Marc and Steven don’t like getting jealous. But Jake doesn’t mind one bit.
Though he’s still respectful of your disdain for having a jealous boyfriend (because, he like the other two, trust you completely), it’s moments like these where he’s unbuttoning his jeans and pulling your hips back to meet his that he truly thrives in the feeling.
The need to protect. To defend. To mark whats fucking his.
And so he fucks you. Hard. It’s an unrelenting pace against the hard marble as the sound of his balls slap against you. The obscene rapid noises meet the occasional smack he places on your ass.
He doesn’t rely on build-up; doesn’t have the time to.
Instead, his hips snaps into you from behind until your panting and crying and writhing. Desperate to cum, desperate to clench around him as he fucks his arousal into you.
“Fuck, cariño. So tight for me. Bet he never fucked you like this. Never made you cum on his cock the way you cum on mine.”
He pulls three orgasms out of you—all from the same position with the rapid driving of his hips. He’s unable to relinquish power or have you on top of him until he’s sure that you’re his. That he’s leaking from every part of you. Joint sweat rolling off your back, and cum spilling out of your pussy.
The both of you are still fully clothed as he cums inside you; heaving and mumbling incoherent things in Spanish, until he’s spent, and stills inside your walls.
He fucks you so roughly, that by the end of the night you have a bruise from the edge of the counter along your pelvis and the hickies he left along your shoulders.
Though, he promises you, as he picks you up like a rag doll and walks into your bedroom, that he’s nowhere near done with you yet. And that by tomorrow morning, you’ll have long forgotten fuck-face’s name.
✨the-archxr headcanons✨
#OOFA DOOFA#THIS#WAS SOMETHING ELSE#I NEED TO WRITE A JAKE LOCKLEY SMUT ASAP NOW#the moon boys#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley smut#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#marc spector smut#steven grant smut#moon knight#moon knight headcanon#smut headcanons#the-archxr headcanons
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steve finds a battered old copy of the lord of the rings at the thrift store, while he was looking for a gift for robin and he can't help but think that if he read it maybe he could drop a reference or something in conversation, freak out all his nerdy friends. he also half thinks that the surprise might make eddie smile at him, big and wide and so so pretty.
he takes it to the checkout.
steve proceeds to try and read it every night that week, first laying in bed, but he gets the first page open and instantly falls asleep. so he tries reading while sitting on the couch but his mind just seems to wander. wander to kind brown eyes and big silver rings, not that that's anyones business but steves.
so when he gets home from a early shift, the afternoon stretching ahead of him, he's determined to at least make a dent in this stupid fucking book. he sits at the kitchen table, book in front of him and he instantly feel like he's back in school. struggling through the mountain of homework that seems to just get bigger and bigger. the material taking hours to understand and complete, frustration at himself building.
shoving those memories away and forcing his eyes on the text. managing about 30 minutes, he gets a handful of pages in before he has to stop and take a lap of the room. sitting back down he tries to focus again but his brain is just so tired. tired from the day and all the shit he has to read and remember at work. so much so that the words just start to swim. the font too small, the sentences too long and so many new words that he doesn't notice he's skipping over until he gets to the end of the page and realises he hasn't understood a thing! 'why even bother?' he scoffs. tears welling up in his eyes as he slams the book down, standing up, hands fisting his hair.
there's a knock at the door and fuck. steve forget eddie was going to come over to watch movies today and he's here and steves in the middle of a breakdown and this is just great, just great.
huffing a sigh he half tries to make himself look more normal before he's opening the door to the only and last person he wants to see right now.
'stevie? what's wrong?' eddies eyes are big and round and ernest and steve can't help the small bitter laugh that escapes him before he's sniffling again, walking backwards and slumping down on the sofa, head in hands.
'its nothing, I'm fine, its nothing' he says through his fingers, voice muffled and snotty. eddie rests a hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles and says he’ll be right back before shuffling into the kitchen to put the beers he brought away and get steve a glass of water. he spots the book on the table, laying face down with some of the pages folding awkwardly and picks that up too before reentering the room and sitting down close to steve on the sofa.
'whats up?' eddies voice is soft as his hand rests gently on steves knee.
releasing a long suffering sigh steve lifts his head and glares a little at the book, now on the coffee table. 'nothing.. just got reminded of what an idiot i am, not sure how i forgot but'
'you’re not stupid steve' eddie says, firm.
steves reeling, a small growl escaping his throat. 'but i am. i am! i can't even read this stupid book that i know erica has read and she's like 10! i can barely keep up with the paperwork at the store and i just wanted to be in on something, wanted to understand what the fuck anyones ever talking about. understand some of the references your always making, maybe even impress you. but i can't and i never will because I'm a grade A idiot.' steve ends his rant, voice facing out, small. almost as small as he feels.
science stretches a little, steve calming down, going from angry too tired, sad.
‘you were going to read this for me?’ eddie asks, and he sounds a little, shy? steve shifts, finally looking at eddies face where there's a small, sweet smile pulling at his lips.
'i.. i, yeah. wanted to, for you.' steve stutters, blush dusting his cheeks.
eddie shifts closer, taking both of steves hands in his and looking him in the eye, still smiling softly.
'your not an idiot stevie' eddie starts and steve scoffs a little, looking away.
'hey i mean it' eddie ducks back into steves eye-line, squeezing his hands a little. 'your brave and kind and funny and i don't care if you've read a book or not. i like talking to you, hearing what you have to say and what you think. because your not dumb, your great, perfect'. eddie finishes, smiling honest and wide and bright.
steve sniffs again, tears threatening to spill. he's embarrassed but tries to let the words sink in, tries to believe them because eddie said them and eddies his favourite and he knows eddie wouldn't lie to him.
'i can read it to you if you want' eddies shy again but there's a glint in his eye, mischief and steve can't help but smile a little back.
'yeah? you'd do that for me?' he asks, warmth flooding him at the thought.
'shit yeah dude, i've got all the voices down already, your not gonna know what hit ya!' eddie looks at steve, exited, playful. eddie.
'okay, okay. yeah. yes.' steve nods, tangling their fingers together, bumping their knees and grinning. 'lets read it together'
and eddie smile at him, big and wide and so so pretty.
#oofa doofa#never written anything this long before#or dialogue really#anyway#steddie#steve x eddie#dyslexic steve harrington#dyslexic steve harrington has my whole heart#lord of the rings is hard to read!!!#steddie fluff#hotlunch#my fic#drabbles
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not the person i’m talking to being fat and a former ballet dancer. i’m having Naughty Thoughts
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I've had this saved in my phone for so long because I keep watching and going 'Eri would love this' and then forgetting to send it to you
#submission#GIRLIE THIS IS MAKING ME SWEAT#tw: flickering images#tw: flashing#darth vader#oofa doofa
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#i am familiar w sabrina and her brand of very dry/mean ‘comedy’ and seeing the takes in todays reddit video….#oofa doofa#mine*#i should clarify; it feels very validating lmao#she has some good takes OCCASSIONALLY on her reels. but i don’t even want to get into todays video bc…
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Who says you can't get vibrant squishy things with nature?! This is just marigolds!
#yarnblr#knitblr#textiles#wool#fiber arts#fiber art#fiber crafts#crafting#with the wool#my woolly wonders#i am sneezing from the pollen that fell off it tho#oofa doofa#it definitely needs another rinse in the tub#oh i forgot to tag#natural dyes
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WOW do i not want to be learning unity right now
#deeply unfortunate timing for this class' module#and one which has COMPLETELY taken the wind out of my sails for this particular learning experience#oofa doofa#personally#ultimate its still useful because its a prototyping tool independent of a publishing tool#& using it can still translate to using other engines#but like. geez louise
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNyHCPp8/?k=1
tears in my eyes?????
‼️ major st volume 2 spoilers in link ‼️
shitting and throwing up and crying that was so well made and used one of my favorite songs of all time thank you anon i will never think of anything ever again.
#i loved the framing of it too#oofa doofa#ouchiieeee owwwwww#ask#stranger things 4 spoilers#volume 2 spoilers
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I am here to bring ✨ CHEER ✨
Why didn’t Han Solo enjoy his steak dinner? It was Chewie!
What vegetable is cool, but not that cool? Radish (this one made me laugh too hard wow)
I was going to tell a time-traveling joke, but you didn't like it…
All these dad jokes of course had me thinking of Ellie and her joke book and I can see Joel when he’s trying to officially woo you trying his hand at his own jokes to make your crack a smile or even just roll your eyes because just knowing he’s getting to bring a moment of sweetness to you is so precious 💝
I hope your day gets kinder and that you get some rest, you are wonderful and kind, hilarious and so thoughtful, a true gem among this crazy website take care honey and wishing you warmth and love!!! 💌💕
(also wow I haven’t stopped screaming about Pedro’s SNL episode but we can discuss that at another time)
hiiiii erika!!!!! my internet twin !!!!
okay the time traveling one got me aksdgaksdf
thank you for this message, it made me smile. a little bit of kindness i desperately needed <3
#eri's answers#i hope you're doing well too!!!!!!!#i've been thinking about pedro in all of those outfits on snl#like they didn't had to dress him like THAT#oofa doofa#anyways love ya#erica but with a k
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this hit with the same laser-focused force as a cat stepping on a boob
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Hi! I absolutely adore your art and I wanted to ask if you had any tips/advice on how to get lineart in facial expressions right? You always nail it and I struggle everytime even if the sketch looks good :')
Thank you so much!
HM! This is tricky- and kind of two questions, so I’ll answer it in parts. I think getting the essence of a sketch across perfectly into lineart is impossible and I rarely manage it, even if the result looks good, it’s still USUALLY different. Often I don’t do a real sketch and it means my lineart is more lively, because it’s got the energy of a first try instead of a stiff copy over a sketch? (though, I’m not certain I’d consider that ‘lineart’ as opposed to sketches in a solid pen?)
I feel like kind of a bastard showing this first one haha, you can be assured there were a number of undo's.
You can see that my lines are never really the same as the sketch, and I know a lot of artists myself included leave some of the thinking for the ink stage. However, some are really really tight in the sketch stage, and I think if you aren't confident with putting down solid lines then that way might work better. It depends though, and digital art has an undo, so.
I definitely gained line confidence through drawing straight in pen into my sketchbook, I like drawing expressions from ref over and over until they feel right lmao. (idk if this is good advice for all the time sketchbooking though, it definitely makes me less likely to try new poses or expressions from imagination because I can't erase)
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Some general things to consider- is your sketch fuzzy, is your eye reading a lot of loose lines as having potential- and dimension, and then narrowing it down to One Line flattens the finished version?
Is your brush the same size, are you drawing in something thicker and losing the vibes because the lineart is thinner? Same vice-versa, are you losing detail because the lineart is thicker than the sketch?
Facial expression wise…I feel like choosing where to draw the lines is tricky and you have to really learn which ones work well with the opacity of a sketch, and Dont work well in a solid line.
Here’s a terrifying example LOL. Outlining everything on a face vs choosing which lines I think sell the expression. (The teeth are extreme but…) Often I put full cheek creases on just one side even if I know they would be on both, and just hint at the other side. It’s often a darker crease on the side furthest away anyway, so it works pretty good.
I honestly only learned to ink in the last few years and it's been a struggle to go against my painting roots haha, I’m sure other more experienced artists have better tips than me!
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tfw you flesh out small details around the sad part of a character’s backstory and end up making it even more sad
#oofa doofa#i really did it to rhydian i really fucking did#r i p to this guy#i fucked him up#can't wait to possibly cry if i tell this story in character#ch: rhydian#nancy's d&d adventure#campaign: the vigilant
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It's everyones favorite @ramlightly girls!!! The thought process was "assuming ginger can retract her plant dick at will, she must be able to make it big enough to challenge thistle" lmao
(Full on my bsky)
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- ko-fi.com/charlottetangle
#illustration#cropped#fanart#ramlightly#i really gotta start using the lowest setting for glaze. oofa doofa.
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Not a question.. but the images you post here actually make me kind of happy and are the highlight of my bad days. If I’m feeling upset or anything, I come here. You’re probably my favorite person on tumblr even though I have no idea who you are- I appreciate the possums, they’re cute.
I’m so sorry for answering this so late, but this really made my day when I saw it! Thank you so much it is really nice to know people are getting something out of the possums.
#possum#opossum#ask#this ask was sent like two years ago and I meant to post it and then it got buried in my drafts oofa doofa
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(gets one like on post and immediately goes to pick out a snippet) you got it girlies!!!! demisexual kon fic sneak peek lets gooooo!!!
*note/warning: character having an anxiety attack/breakdown + unhealthy thoughts abt/relationship with sex!
Still, the nauseating ball of shame roiling in his gut doesn’t dissipate so easily, nor does the painful, poignant ache tugging at his chest. It hurts, and the more he thinks about it the more the hurt grows, because—because—
He was so fucking happy.
He was so fucking happy just now, with Tim’s mouth on his, Tim’s hands exploring his body, the heat of Tim’s skin flush against his own. Hearing Tim moan as he moved inside him, or hearing him laugh all breathlessly and soft at one of Kon’s stupid jokes between feverish kisses, or…
He was so, so happy. And now he’s drowning.
“Tim,” he sobs. He wants to hold on tighter, to cling to his lifeline in the churning waves, but even the thought of his hands leaving finger-shaped bruises on Tim’s delicate body makes him want to throw up. “Tim, Tim, Tim…”
“I’m here,” Tim soothes, rubbing a slow circle between his shoulder blades. “I’m right here, darling. I’m here. I got you, okay? I’m here.”
He is. He is here. He’s here and he’s not leaving, and he loves Kon enough to hold him together as he falls apart. Has anyone Kon has ever slept with—has anyone who’s pushed him onto his back or bent him over a table or dropped to their knees in front of him or pushed his legs apart and touched him so intimately—ever loved him so much?
No. No, is the definitive answer.
Kon is drowning, he thinks, because he was happy.
“Breathe, baby,” Tim murmurs, kissing his hair again. “I need you to breathe.”
His hand runs down and back up Kon’s back, slow and repetitive. His calluses are rough against Kon’s skin (not rough enough to catch and tear it open and expose the blood and bone and muscle and sinew underneath, though. Not rough enough).
“You’re hyperventilating,” Tim says, and dimly, distantly, Kon realizes he is. Tim keeps stroking his back. “Deep breaths for me. Can you do that?”
“Tim,” Kon weeps, as if Tim’s name is the only word he knows anymore. It may as well be.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath, because Tim has asked it of him and Tim loves him and he’d do anything Tim asked him to—if Tim asked him to throw himself into his own funeral pyre burning green against the night sky, he’d do it in a heartbeat, except that Tim would never ask that of him because Tim loves him.
Tim wants him to breathe. He takes another breath.
“Good,” Tim praises, and Kon barely swallows another sob because Tim is praising him for something as simple and impossible as breathing, and it’s stupid because technically he doesn’t even need to breathe, but—but—
But Tim wants him to breathe.
He takes another breath.
“That’s it, darling. Just like that.” Tim keeps rubbing his back, up and down, up and down. “There you are. There you are, baby, that’s it…”
“Tim,” Kon sobs again. He’s sure the tears dripping from his face are gross and the snot clogging up his nose is even grosser, but Tim is just holding him and holding him anyway, because Tim loves him and loves him and loves him, and that only makes him want to cry more. “Tim…”
“I’m here, honey.” Tim presses a firm, lingering kiss into his hair. “I’m right here. I got you. I’m here.”
#timkon#rimi writes#its the hurt/comforts but OOFA DOOFA is it heavy on the hurt for a fuckin minute#tim#kon
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