#Spider doll

[shaylogic]

Post of fan theory about the "Mary Ann" Dolls by @snowmenatwork

Follow up post expanding on this concept by @waywardsonsandaughters and fantastic addition by @mr-g-clarie

My dream interpretation of the "baby" and "doll" aspects of Edwin's Hell in the Doll House [quoted from dreammoods.com]

Something Something

victimization of the effeminate gay man

[izasbjdphoto]

I recently repainted my sweet little Itsy Betsy as she’d badly damaged her last Faceup by leaping off the shelf in my doll cabinet, trying to take dolls with her. Fortunately no other doll got damaged, and it was the perfect excuse to finally repaint her as I hated the last Faceup I put on her.

I’m really happy with the changes I made this time around in painting her. She’d been based on a peacock jumping spider, so her old Faceup was really dramatic, but it didn’t suit her. Not only did I soften her look, but I put the extra painted eyes along her cheekbones, which gave me room to put eyebrows on her.

Quick before and after of her. It’s funny to me how much her body’s mellowed, she needs a good cleaning to match her head again!

The what is what:

Sculpt: Doll Chateau Elizabeth on the Spider body in grey skin

Eyes: Ashuradark on Etsy

Wig: Unknown

Dress: YoSD sized 1/6 dress by Frezje on Etsy

Faceup: Me over at @izasfaceups

[everydaydollydomes]

While still working on trying to get this microwave head where I want it, I want to share what my friend Frozenoverstudios (you can purchase prints from them directly or purchase the STL files if you have your own printer) has been working on, too! They're unable to travel so they will be sending me a few of the kabbits they've modded and a few of their original dolls to bring to Resin Rose this year, including this awesome Drider Kabbit.

[izasfaceups]

Repainted my Doll Chateau Elizabeth in grey skin, to be softer and to have eyebrows. It’s actually really fun for me to see how different faceups change a doll’s entire vibe.

Just look at that difference!

I was able to give her eyebrows this time because I moved the extra painted eyes onto her cheek bones (and I must say, they turned out brilliant) and I got rid of the overly bold lips.

I’m so glad that I moved the eyes, as now they are not hidden by her wig anymore. Oh, and I put so much gloss onto the fake eyes they have a slight dome.

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[inactivedoll]

more spooder

wearing some temp clothes.

[seals-and-doodles]

Drew a friend’s Pathfinder character, a little lost spidery doll who is totally not evil at all.

[aalfierd]

two amazing trailers released today 💞🕷🕸

[devilishcupid]

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

[pbnmj]

it’s important to me that peter and co always have their bank accounts in the negatives . like it is fundamental that spider-man is broke

[ropes3amthoughts]

I’m gonna be sick 😭

[horygory]

Wicked City (1987)

[homuraholic]

Flame&魔女&CLARA DOLLS by Inoriac [pixiv] [twitter]

♡ reprint permission was granted by the artist.

[myrabbitistryingtokillme]

Sometimes I forget I customized a Barbie doll a while ago to be jon and that he’s just sitting in my closet staring at me until I turn on my light towards my closet and see just like. A tiny jon sitting in a tiny desk with a conspiracy board behind him and tons of eyes staring back at me and I’m like “this is how tma is supposed to be represented”

[wr0temyway0ut]

Dead Boy Detectives Writers' Room Quotes Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

[inactivedoll]

spooder

its an obitsuroid bjd thing. had to cut the body i got so it will fit in the spider.

[murdrdocs]

personally i like 2 think that hobie sleeps w one of those pink bonnets w a bow on it bcuz 1) it was one of the only ones at the time that would actually fit on his head w his wicks and 2) cuz he just . has an emotional attatchment 2 it [ALSO imagine helping him tie up his wicks b4 he goes 2 sleep ,,,,,,,, he can do it himself but he lets u do it cuz domesticity n all that]

you're so right anon !!

at the time he was being all broody about it, pretending like he was completely indifferent to the pretty pink bonnet on his head, acting like he didn't care about your giggles when he would walk in the bedroom wearing it, deep brown eyes rolling as he slipped under the covers and pulled you close to him.

but then he got so attached to the protective piece. you casually mentioned how you were going to the hair store one day, asking him if he wanted you to get him another bonnet if they had it, and he instantly said no, creating an excuse about over consumerism and explaining that he didn't need more than one bonnet. which, yeah, that's true. but he really just loves his pink bonnet. it's become a part of his nighttime look now; boxers low on his hips, slippers he "borrowed" from you, and pink bonnet on his head to complete the full look.

you make a habit out of tying the bow for him, even if it's already tied. you just perch on his lap, reach for the sort of lopsided bow, and pull it loose.

"oi, cmon, again?" he's asking you, voice low in the way that it gets when he's tired. his eyes are heavy, but he blinks them open to look at you. his head is tilted, eyes almost disgustingly love sick, but you push the thought aside because it's too overwhelming to think about late like this. instead, you cup the sides of his head, center his face, and reach for the pieces again.

"lemme fix it for you."

"was already fixed, doll." but he sits still, hands on your hips, while you take suspiciously long to tie a simple bow. but you tie it a little too loose and hobie notices. but he says nothing, a small smile on his face as he pulls your chest down to his, his hands sliding to your ass, smacking the left cheek once, and then wrapping around your waist in a bear hug.