#skull faceup

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Doing this spooky inspired skull faceup on this Faewoods Dolls Dahlia in lavender skin was fun and a challenge! The skull part is mostly acrylic with some pastel blushing.

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

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Swim Lessons

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: in Jackson, you find a creative way to get Joel to come to the lake to see Ellie swim.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, Joel calls you a slut or whore a few times, fingering, orgams denial, slight belly bulge, teasing, minor breeding kink (honestly I don't count it but maybe sorta), description of female reader body, low key perverted Joel, language, wet Joel is a warning itself.

18+ ONLY, minors DNI

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You were walking outside, planting flowers outside some of the main walkways when you had overheard the two of them through their kitchen window.

Ellie was begging Joel to teach her how to swim during their first summer at Jackson. There was a lake within the confines of the community that was open for fishing and, during the hot summer months, leisure swimming. What a luxury in the apocalypse.

"No."

"Please??"

"I said no."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled under her breath.

Joel shot daggers at her, but he was not going to budge.

"Ain't going to no lake and getting my clothes wet just to watch you flail like a kid who can't swim."

"I AM a kid who can't swim, asshole. And you'd have to take your clothes off, duh."

Oh what a sight that would be.

Joel laughed out loud. "Even more reason I won't be there."

Joel turned around and noticed you leaning on the ground, your back turned towards him. He admired your silhouette, the little shorts and tank top covering your backside as you delicately turned over the soil and planted the bulbs. He was unaware that you could hear their conversation, but you were fully aware oh his eyes burning at the back of your skull.

Ellie noticed (she always notices--Joel can't help but make it so obvious when he's staring at you). "She'll be there too."

Joel scoffed, acting like be wasn't checking you out for three silent minutes straight. "Who?" He asks incredulously.

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "Bet she'll wear something cute."

Joel shook his head, acting uninterested. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute eying you up once again and trying NOT to think about the numerous bathing suits he could picture you In, all of which he'd be stripping you out of by the time the sun set.

You hear your name being called from the window by Ellie. You turn around and wave. Joel tries to dodge your eyes, a blush creeping on his face.

"Will you teach me to swim tomorrow at the lake?" Ellie asked.

"Of course!" You responded. "I'll be there at 3."

The next day, right at 3pm, Ellie was right on time. You were stretching along the sandy waterline, watching others kick around the shallow waters and diving into the depths. It was genuinely peaceful.

Ellie wore a full piece that ended in shorts, modestly covering her lower region. You could tell she was incredibly anxious to be standing around in such tight fitting and revealing clothes.

It pissed you that she was alone.

"He didn't come?"

"Said he would think about it. But he was going down for a nap when I left." She mumbled dejected. You watched her twirl her fingers anxiously, watching the dozens of kids and adults freely splashing around the water.

You knew having Joel here would help her confidence, knowing there was someone here who knew her more intimately. The one who taught her to shoot, hunt, and survive. But ultimately, having Joel here would give her someone to bully, and that was a huge confidence booster for the 14 year old.

"He'll come," you said, absolutely sure. "I'll go talk to him in a few minutes. Now let's just standing in the water for a bit, get you used to the temperature."

--

Joel was lying faceup on the couch, his arm propping his neck up against the armrest. He had no plans to go to the lake that day. The less he thought about you, the better off he'd be at resisting your temptations.

A fervent knock on the door startled him. Grumbling, he reluctantly got up from napping position and opened the door.

There were a million things he expected, but you standing there in the most revealing bikini, dripping wet all over his porch, fucking barefoot, was not one of them.

"Hey Joel!" You beamed. You could see his brain stop working as he stood there gawking at you like a fish out of water. "Ellie forgot her goggles so I'm just coming by to pick them up."

"Uhhhhh."

You had to suppress the smirk on your face as you pushed by him to jog upstairs to Ellies room. When you came back, making an obvious show of your breasts and ass bouncing down the stairs, you twirled the googles in your hand. "Got em!"

You made your way to the front door.

Joel still hadn't uttered a word. He was struggling to process what to say. He could be mad that you barged in without permission. Or that you were leaving water footprints all over the floorboards. But no, all that was on his mind was the way the water dripped down your wet hair, running down between the valley of your tits, your belly, cascading along your naval, between your legs. The way the bra did nothing but accentuate your supple breasts, pushing them up and together like they were tempting him. How gorgeous your legs looked with basically string over your hips, and the glistening of droplets against your skin just making you shine in the sun. The entire time he didn't even make eye contact with you, so unaware of the fact that he was staring at every inch of your body. His tongue slowly licked his parched lips. The only thing on his mind was bending you over his knee right now and beating you ass red--

"Ellie's making good progress. Shame you won't be there to see," you said, smile still genuine and sweet on your face as you went to the front door. He finally looks up to your eyes and blushes, quickly looking away.

"Yeah.... shame," he mumbles.

You wave goodbye--making even effort to have your tits sway with the movement, before hopping off towards the lake.

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It takes all of 10 minutes for Joel to show up at the lake. You know it because Ellie, who was now doggy paddling in the shallow end, stood up and gave a low whistle. You were in the water with her, lying down to submerge your body, when you turned around. God, you wish you had a camera.

Joel stood in the sand awkwardly looking lost and out of place, beach towel in hand, flip-flops and (oh my GOD) actual shorts. You took a closer look, realizing this is the first time you've ever seen his legs (he's always wearing jeans) and notice they weren't swim trunks. They were fucking boxers. To your dismay, he was wear a short sleeves shirt, but none the less, this was most naked Joel had ever been in pubblic. And you could see the same nervous stance Ellie had when she first showed up too.

"Well aren't you pretty, you old fucker," Tommy muttered, whistling at Joel as well. He was sun bathing in his swim trunks, shirtless, with sunglasses.

Ellie bounced out of the water to come oogle Joel, making snide comments. Her attitude had improved immensely, just as you suspected.

"Yeah yeah, shut up." He groaned. "Where are your goggles?"

"What goggles?"

Joel stared at Ellie, then to you. He gave you a knowing, defeated look. You sunk down in to the water so he couldnt see your giggles. He sat down next to Tommy.

You came out, freshly soaking wet in your bikini.

Joel moved his beach towel to his lap, wrapping up towards his lower ribcage to conceal his belly, sitting there with hands by his side, legs bent, trying to hide his obvious boner from the world. Despite how much he eye fucked you earlier, he was doing his best to avoid looking at you now.

"So nice of you to come see Ellie, Joel," you teased. You sat down next to him, softly pressing your tits right against his muscle arm. The tips of his ears were bright red.

"You're supposed to take your shirt off and go swimming," Ellie said.

"M'fine right here. Ain't nobody need to see what's under here."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled. Before Joel could tut her off, she was leaping back into the water. You and Joel were both extremely proud of the work she had made.

And yes, you could see the difference in her confidence now that Joel was here watching her. You both watched her splash some of the other kids, laughing and enjoying herself.

Without removing his gaze from Ellie, Joel leaned towards you. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"

He hadn't noticed you had whipped the goggles out. You dropped them on to his lap, causing him to yelp as they grazed the tip of his erect dick under the towel. You snatched his glasses from his eyes and put them over your head, forcing him squint at you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

- - - -

About two hours later, most people had gone home to enjoy a summer nap after a day at the lake. The sun was setting beyond the trees. Joel waved Tommy goodbye, leaving just him, you, and Ellie. You had fallen asleep under an umbrella (an umbrella Joel had to put over you so you didn't burn in the sun while you slept.)

He took his shirt off and slipped into the lake, encouraging Ellie to go deeper into the water, promising he'd be right next to her. You had awoken to both of them comfortably in the water together, Ellie splashing Joel and getting his fluffy hair all wet and tampered down. It made your heart swell to watch the two of them exist as they are without anyone else.

You did your job. Time to go home.

You had started rolling up your towel when Joel's wet hand reached out and grabbed you. You turned around and saw him dripping wet, finally shirtless. Fuck he was even more imposing with less clothing. His soft belly did nothing to lessen his broad shoulders and strong built. Your eyes drifted down to his boxers, now clinging to his muscle thighs and hips and the outline of his big fucking c---

Joel smirked to himself, seeing the blush creep on your face. He realized how the reversal of your roles from earlier still garnered the same reaction.

"Thanks again for coming to teach Ellie to swim," you piped, hoping it wasn't obvious the effect his body had on you for a change.

"You were the one teaching her most of it. Just came to watch."

"Me or Ellie?" You smirked.

Joel rolled his eyes. He would never admit that the main reason he came was to watch you strut around in that pathetic excuse of a bikini for hours. Once you had given him a taste at his front door and left, he botled upstairs, dug through his clothes, searching for swim trunks. He didn't want to see too out of the ordinary when he showed up to eye fuck you for the rest of the evening. Not having a single pair of swim shorts wasn't going to stop him from seeing you in your glory.

He glanced back down to your breasts (now realizing you were pushing your arms together to accentuate their plumpness right at him), licking his lips. Seductively bringing his darkened gaze back to you, you felt your pussy throb with need.

He clearbed his throat. "Well, I was wonderin' if you wanted to--"

Before he could finish, Ellie had slapped a hand on Joel's back, barging in the conversation. "I am soooo pruney! Anyway, thanks for teaching me to swim!" She wrapped Joel's towel around his shoulders.

You and Joel both say at the same time "You're welcome."

Ellie took one look at the pair of you before loudly announcing, "Im going to Dina's tonight. Bye!" Before running off.

And then there were two.

You shuffled awkwardly, avoiding his eyes by playing with the sand below your feet. "You were saying? Wondering if I wanted to ... get swim lessons from you too?"

"Ha. No. Sure you're a fantastic swimmer. No. Wonderin' if you wanted to come to my place tonight."

"Oh? What for?" You teased.

He leaned closer, his fingers dragging your chin so you stare up as he pressed his wet body against yours. He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth before answering: "'Cause I'm not fucking you in some nasty lake."

You gulp, never expecting him to he so forward. For once, he had you speechless while he enjoyed your freezed reaction.

You two had barely made it through his front door before he was shoving his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss. Your lips were dry from the hours in the sun and water, but he was so thirsty for a taste of you that he couldn't care in the slightest.

"Teasin me all day with this fuckin bikini," he groaned, pulling the thin string that held your bilinki top together from the back. The top fell right off, his hands immediately replacing them to rub your breasts. "Knew these tits would be gorgeous," he moaned into your mouth, making you shiver. You closed your lips around his again, feeling his hands travel down your back till they reached your ass, giving a firm squeeze. "Can't believe you went out wearing a fucking thong and calling it a bathing suit."

"This IS a bathing suit," you laughed, licking his bottom pouty lip. "Least I didnt wear actual underwear."

He bit your earlobe, pressing you against the wall. "Gave you something to think about, didn't it?" His fingers were pushing your bottoms aside and rubbing along your soaked folds. You keened into his mouth, eyes closing with head thrown back. You could feel his hot breath on your face. "Fuckin knew you'd be soaked. Not just talkin about the water. Drenched cunt just from lookin at me, huh? Filthy slut."

Holy FUCK he had a mouth, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused from his words.

He continued to stroke your clit with his thumb, two fingers seaking your hole and plunging in at once. "Oh, fuck, Joel!"

He propped his knee between your legs, preventing you from closing them. He let you grind your pussy against his palm while he worked both fingers fast, curling, pulling then pushing in fast rythm, hitting your g spot with deadly precision.

"You like this?"

"Ah huh!"

"Say it."

"I like it! Oh J--m' gonna cum!"

Joel immediately withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the emptiness. "What the f--"

"Teachin everybody some lessons today." He kissed each cheek. "You're gonna learn not to tease me like that."

He continued to press his lips all over you you, refusing to put his fingers back on your aching clit. He resorted to grinding his wet bulge against your mound. You gasped at the sheer size of him, desperately needing that thing inside you.

Between kisses, you had gripped his hair which had now started to curl again around the roots. You managed to say, "Shower."

Joel scooped you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs. He placed you down in the bathroom slapping your ass.

"Take that rudiculous thing off," he ordered, nodding to your bikini bottom while he stripped off his own wet clothes off.

Your thighs clenched at the sight of his erect dick bouncing up to his soft tummy, standing tall, dripping a healthy amount of precum. It was flush red, angry at the tip, pulsing towards you. "See what ya do to me?" He wrapped a thick hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly while watching you. "Been like this all day cuz of you."

Your eyes never left it as you stepped backwards into the shower. He followed you in, shutting the curtains behind him.

While you turned on the shower and adjusted the heat, you could feel his lips met the back of your neck, slowly trailing down your shoulders and back up your spine. His stiff cock pressed between your silky thighs, rutting against your ass each time with desperate thrusts. You could feel your cunt aching at his earlier denial of your orgasm. You sigh heavily once the heat sprays you both. "Should get clean first before our mouths get too busy."

Joel nodded. You had lathered each other up, taking extra care to slick up his dick while he rubbed suds all over your ass, tits, and folds. He grunted, smiling when you would twist your wrist at the tip before fisting his cock repeatedly.

"Beautiful," he whispered against your lips.

His hand crept lower to your ass then down one thigh, hosting it up and around his hip as he drove your back against the slick wall. His other hand notched his cock at your entrance, teasing it.

"Gonna be a good girl and take this, yes?"

You bit your lip, avoiding his eyes. Of course you wanted to take that big fucker, ride his dick until morning. But you wanted to see how far he'd go just to "teach you a lesson."

Joel didn't like your lack of response. You felt a bot hand wrap around your throat, straitening you up. He pressed his face so close, his nose pushing against your cheek.

"SAY IT."

"'m gonna be a good girl, take your cock," you pleaded, unable to put up a farsce anymore. You smirked, and God, you were gonna be the death of him.

Joel impaled you on his full length in one thrust. You gasped, head slamming against the tile. "Ow!"

Joel's hand gently cupped the back of your head, rubbing the ache. "You okay?" He asked. He stayed still inside you.

You were so overwhelmed with how full you felt, how he just throbbed against your walls, that the pain in your head subsided quickly with his soft touch. "Just fuck me, pretty boy," you moaned.

He brought his lips to yours before beginning his assault, bringing both legs around his waist as he fucked you against the wall.

You had noticed it earlier when he emerged from the water with Ellie. How he'd run his hands in his wet hair, the wait it plastered smoothly against his head. It made him look both younger and older all at once. Mature and aloof, bold and serious, yet tender and like a playboy. It made you realize just how badly you wanted to be in this position right now, his cock ramming against your cervix, taking you like you were his.

"Little pussy so fucking tight, baby," he growled against your chest. "Fucking made to take my cock, ain't that right?"

You nodded again, whimpers and little shootings being the only sounds that could escape you.

As the water washed away the suds from your body, Joel took the opportunity to suck one breast in his mouth, biting your nipple. You dragged your hands into his hair, clenching tightly, wanting less, wanting more, wanting him.

His lower belly was grinding perfectly against your clit, your climax finding you quickly. "Joel," you warned.

"Go ahead, baby. You earned it. Cum on my cock."

And you were, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you cum, cum and cum, pent up from not just today but from the weeks and weeks you had been teasing, trying, testing Joel, just to get you here. You smiled sadistically, still on cloud nine, rubbing your pussy against him.

Joel glances down at the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm heat. "Ooohh f-fuck baby. Look at that."

You looked down with him, watching a slight bulge appear and disappearing against your lower tummy with each puncture of his cock deep inside you. He pressed a palm flat against it, your walls clamping down on his dick even harder. "So big, Joel. Fills me up so good."

"Yeah? Been thinking about this cock filling you forever, haven't you? Doing whatever to get me to fuck you. M gonna give it to you, sweet pea. Every fucking day. Every night. Just keep those legs spread f'me, ya hear?"

"Yes yes yes yes, oh God yes, Joel!" You could already feel a second orgasm building inside you. You leaned back further into the wall, leveraging yourself to help bounce on his cock with each thrust.

"Little whore. Fucking yourself on my cock like that. Gotta ride my dick like this later tonight, okay? Ain't gonna last much now. Been needing you too much." He was grunting into your shoulder now, letting out needy groans as he neared his end. "Where do ya want?"

You shouldnt. Should be smart about this. Especially your first time with him. Especially in the apocalypse. Especially without any protection. But Your body had a mind of its own now, that familiar feeling climbing higher and higher deep inside you. Your ankles hitch around his back, caging him against you, reducing him to shallow, deep thrusts inside.

Joel could feel your tight draw to him. He smiled against your neck, thrusts picking up pace. "Tell me. Need to hear ya say it."

You gripped his hair again, making him moan, yanking him back to look you in the eyes. "Want your cum inside me, Joel Miller."

He drove his hips into yours like a mad man, fucking himself as deep as possible, teeth gritting, never once breaking eye contact, and then suddenly the both of you were seizing up, eyebrows scrunched together, mouths agape but pressed together as your orgasms washed over you. You could feel hot ropes of his cum pump deep inside, one, two, threefourfive--six healthy strings of pulses, emptying his load into your womb.

You both panted loudly, the only other sounds being the steady cascade of water down the drain. Joel peppered your lips in light kisses as you both came down from your highs. You could hardly form your lips to return the kisses, instead now realizing just how light headed you were feeling after the best cum of your life. Joel felt your legs loosen, barely catching yourself, as his cock slipped from your embrace. Strong arms didn't let go of you, watching as your eyes close, blissfully, your skin hot from the water.

He turned off the water and carried you to the bed, gently lying you down. He dried you up with a towel, with extra care against your battered pussy. Copious amounts of his cum was leaking, and he had to restrain himself from putting his hot tongue between your legs to clean you up, enjoy the taste of both of your mixed cum bit more. No, you were half passed out, skin aflamed from the hot shower. You needed tending.

He disappeared from the room for a moment, naked wet ass and all, before reappearing with a bottle.

"Need to start hydrating more if you're gonna be out in the sun all day, lady." He helped tilt your head up so you could take gulps of much needed water. You broke away to breath heavily, some water slipping down your chest. Joel didn't hesitate to drag his tongue up your skin, sucking the water off. You smiled dreamily.

"That's what you're here for."

- - - -

You napped, fucked again, ate, sucked his cock, then he ate you out, fell asleep, and then woke up with his cock buried inside you again.

The next morning, Joel got an angry Maria banging on his door, cussing him out for using too much water for your extra long shower yesterday, causing a shortage of heat and fresh running water for the surrounding 6 homes.

[resin-popia]

Hello!! Your Copia doll is coming along beautifully! The paint is so realistic. Like his bottom lip has texture I have no idea how you do it! Your project got me really curious about doll work myself!! 🫣 but I have no idea where to begin. I have a few questions to start out with-

1. Could you summarize the overall process? What are the general steps from start to finish?

2. What general materials do you need?

3. What paint do you use? What brushes/applicators do you use? How did you achieve those softer/blended contour lines, like in skin tone? If that makes sense. I see some others’ projects that you can clearly see paint lines or the texture of the paint they used, but your Copia almost looks airbrushed!! :0

4. How does putting in the hair work?

5. Where do you buy your base doll? And as far as the reveal in the ~bonus picture~, did he come anatomically correct or was that something you had to add? 👀

6. Where do you recommend buying supplies?

Thank you in advance! 🙏 and happy customizing!

Long Post Incoming💀💀💀💀💀

Thanks for all the fantastic questions! Whether you work on playline vinyl dolls like Monster High or Resin Ball Jointed Dolls, the process is the same. The only difference between them is that with the vinyl dolls you are painting the eyes on yourself. Resin Popia has inset glass and resin eyes.

My tag #Resin Popia BTS has all my Behind the Scenes stuff and progress photos.

All the questions answered below the cut!

1. Could you summarize the overall process? What are the general steps from start to finish?

I will be uploading some vids soon. Try this one first tho.

When you do a faceup, it is a collaboration between you and the sculptor. The sculpture does most of the work. You are bringing the deep parts of the sculpture deeper and the forward parts more forward.

Basically this:

photograph and disassemble doll

wash doll pieces with dawn dish soap and warm water. dry all parts I want to paint.

three coats of Mister Super Clear UV Cut (MSC) sealant on each piece, with a 20 min dry time between coats.

deep freckle/blood vessel texture (optional) with red, blue,brown waterey gouache, spray MSC

dark reddish pink chalk pastel pigments in the deep creases/crevices, areas of blood flow. Correct work with kneaded eraser.

after every layer of pigment that I like, I do another spray of MSC.

lighter pinks or tans (based on skin tone references) on things I want to bring forward (brows, nose tip, cheekbones), another pass in the deep areas, new color on the lips. spray seal

Detail with fine lines under eyes, line texture on lips, wrinkles, lower eyelashes. Check references and experiment. A touch of green in the deepest part of the skull on either side of the nose. You know, where you get sinus headaches.

Pray to Satan and cry as I add eyebrows and hair details with gouache. I start by mapping the brows out with dark chalk pastel then do hairstroke lines with gouache. Personally I am super heavy -handed with my brushes, I need to work on that.

When happy, 2 final coats of MSC

Add Vallejo gloss varnish to water lines of eyes and lips.

2. What general materials do you need?

FYI I have been in this hobby for about 7 years. I have only had to replace Mister Super Clear cans and respirator cartidges in that time. Everything else I have used for nearly a decade. And also used them for other projects!

#1 item you need: a proper serious respirator. You will be at risk of inhaling toxic chemicals when you work with sealants or do any sort of dry sanding. Please please please invest in this item.

Mr. Super Clear UV Cut sealant spray. This gives the resin or vinyl a toothy surface to apply pastel pigments, watercolor pencil, and gouache paint on. The techniques will not work without this surface.

The sealant also behaves like skin, which is made up of several layers of matte cells So the pigment you apply to the resin is suspended in layers just like real skin.

Chalk Pastels I like the mungyo hand-rolled chalk pastel just because when you use a razor to scrape off some pigment it crushes up and mixes better. But any chalk pastel will do. The Xanthi video I will link later has a great idea of just buying a few chalks at a time, because to be honest I don't use all of my chalk.

Small nylon brushes.

A fan brush

A tooth brush (for skin texturing/freckles)

Crappy dollar store makeup brushes (for pigment powders)

Kneaded Erasers

White cloth gloves

ceramic dish for a palette

Some people use watercolor pencils, but I never got the hang of them. I prefer just using brushes. Everyone has their own thing they do.

Paint recs in Next Question

3. What paint do you use? What brushes/applicators do you use? How did you achieve those softer/blended contour lines, like in skin tone?

Goache paint dries flat and matte. It's basically opaque watercolor. I use a damp q-tip to remove it if I make a mistake.

Winsor-Newton is great. I am pleasantly surprised by Arteza's gouache. I have used the same gouache tubes for seven years. You put like a raindrop sized bit on a ceramic dish, that's it. And you can reconstitute gouache endlessly with just a little water.

The trick is to never EVER EVER use true black. nothing is true black unless it's makeup. I use gouache paint on Resin Popia's eye makeup but then soften it with black pastel powder to make it richer.

If you use true black it looks like mud or holes. Dark purples, browns, and greens.

Also don't be afraid to be a bit louder with the colors, the sealant mutes them a lot. Just work slowly and take breaks.

4. How does putting in the hair work?

For resin dolls, you need to make a wig. They are a PITA to make, but it's possible! Check out Mozekyto for how to make wigs. (I'll have more recommended videos further down this post.) Vinyl playline dolls you can reroot, but some people prefer wigs.

5. Where do you buy your base doll? And as far as the reveal in the ~bonus picture~, did he come anatomically correct or was that something you had to add? 👀

The same techniques can use used on vinyl dolls like Rainbow High, Monster High etc. You can get them at goodwill, big box stores, and on ebay. Lots of people sell old toy dolls.

Resin Ball Jointed Dolls are a lot more expensive, so I have spent several years slowly building up my collection. I love vinyl and resin dolls equally.

I bought my base doll from Alice Collections acbjd.com they are a vendor of many resin dolls. I absolutely love Resinsoul.

My favorite doll companies (find them on Alice Collections!) are IslandDoll, Resinsoul, Dollmore, MyouDoll, DollLeaves, 5StarDoll.

Resin Popia is MSD "Mini Super Dollfie" size aka 40cm-52cm. He's 52 cm. SD (Super Dollfie) is around 60-65cm.

I have owned dolls that were considered "prestige artist dolls" in the past, but I always end up selling them because they are so precious I'm afraid to ruin them so they just become dollar signs to me instead of something I love. I'd say $300 would get you a gorgeous resin doll and some clothes for them. Saving up for a doll you really really love is worth it in the end. People also sell used dolls on Instagram. Just please make sure to check the COAs.....

Important Note: I am a Pro-Artist legit BJD collector. AliExpress, Etsy, and Ebay have bootleg dolls that yes, are significantly cheaper, but that is because they steal from the artists that did 99% of the work (and spent tons of their own money) to develop the doll's appearance and engineering. If one cares about supporting artists they should consider the ramifications of purchasing these recasts and propagating the bootleggers. (Especially since a large part of the artist BJD community is from Russia and Ukraine, who have been lately hard hit by war and YET are still making beautiful art for the world to enjoy) I am not pro-bullying though, I am Pro-Education so if anyone wants to have a private, frank conversation about recasts in the BJD hobby feel free to message me.

One silly thing that happened once was I purchased a legit IslandDoll Bru (IslandDoll is always on sale TBH) that was actually cheaper than its recast on ebay. There are a lot of sales during Chinese holidays (11/11, Lunar New Year, Fall Festival) and you usually get a lot of extras like free eyes, beautiful carrying cases, incredible boxes, etc. Resinsoul, the "cheap" BJD company often gives you a gorgeous carrying case for your doll.

Ok enough with the disclaimers now onto doll d!cks haha

Resin dolls are usually realistic when it comes to parts. Realistic in the fact that they add something there...something simple but it's there. Resin Popia has option parts made of silicone that are actually from an action figure company called TB League. Look up "TB League Option Parts" on Ebay. The figures are 1/6 scale making the parts scary and massive at 1/6 scale but funnily enough they make sense at 1/4 scale.

IDK why i got em, I just wanted to have some fun with this doll.

6. Where do you recommend buying supplies?

If you can get to a local hobbyshop that sells models (like miniatures and wargaming figures) please support them first! As vital spaces for geek culture they need all of our support. You can get tiny brushes, Model Paints and sometimes even the sealant from them. Just call ahead they can work something out for you!

Chalk Pastels, Gouache paints I get from art supply stores and as a last resort, Amazon. I use these supplies in other art projects and you will quickly get addicted to gouache painting, i'm sure of it!

Great Videos/Resources

Xanthi's Minimalist Supply List

Xanthi's Male Realistic Faceup (I watch this one so much)

Youtube Channels I like: Enchanterium, Dollymotion, Dollightful, Lomi's Playground, Xanthi

This Book is Great: How to Rock at BJD Faceups

I am answering your additional questions in the comments if you have any! I am @anamelessfool

[apenitentialprayer]

The Aftermath

I stare down my shoes, watching as a fine layer of ash settles on the worn leather. This is where the bed I shared with my sister, Prim, stood. Over there was the kitchen table. The bricks of the chimney, which collapsed in a charred heap, provide a point of reference for the rest of the house. How else would I orient myself in this sea of gray? [...] I wasn’t careful and I walked right into a rock. Only it wasn’t a rock - it was someone’s skull. It rolled over and landed faceup, and for a long time I couldn’t stop looking at the teeth, wondering whose they were, thinking of how mine would probably look the same way under similar circumstances. I stick to the road out of habit, but it’s a bad choice, because it’s full of the remains of those who tried to flee. Some where incinerated entirely. But others, probably overcome with smoke, escaped the worst of the flames and now lie reeking in various states of decomposition, carrion for scavengers, blanketed by flies. I killed you, I think as I pass a pile. And you. And you. [...] Ashes billow up around me, and I pull the hem of my shirt up over my mouth. It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

- Katniss Everdeen (Suzanne Collins’s Mockingjay, pages 1, 6, and 11) Italics original, bolded emphases added.

[kalunfinch]

Unorganized doll thoughts as a collector and what I'll seek out outside of a good condition lot.

Abbey Bominable. Not interested in seeking out her g1 doll. I hate tinsel, I hate the gritty feeling of her glitter skin. I love her character so much but no. Not paying g1 prices for sensory ick

Amanita Nightshade, Batsy Claro, Casta Fierce a serve but since I don't have any nostalgic feelings towards her I won't be seeking her out.

CA Cupid. I had her as a kid but between the jacked up resell prices and her atrocious to maintain or restyle hair I'll pass.

Catrine DeMew and Catty Noir. I already have one of these. I don't find the need to have more than one of these characters.

Clawdeen Wolf little dead riding hood. She's the only g1 clawdeen I want but Don't have. I had her as a kid and oh god I would love to have her again. Seems like a lot of kids agreed that the cape was stiff and got in the way of play because sooo many of them are missing that signature cape

Cleo de Nile. Hated her as a kid. These days, I was upset at work and I imagined cleo sticking up for me and it gave me the strength to get through my shift. But.. there's that tinsel (and the fact that she looks WAY too human). So there's limited releases I actually enjoy of Cleo because of this. As fun as her gimmick is it can be very hit or miss for me. Sooo here are my top hits for her. Dead tired! Love this line and I love the cozy looking mummy pajamas. Picture day! Not really nostalgic to me since I didn't discover the picture day line til earlier this year like 11 years after it ran. But yeah definitely a serve. Skull shores cleo! No tinsel and I LOVED her awesome swimsuit coverup. Yeah those are my favorites that I'd actually go out of my way to add to my collection.

Tbh the way g3 Draculaura is SERVING i don't feel the need to seek out her g1 counterparts. But there are a few that come to mind. Dead tired because duh pajamas are always cute. Ghouls rule because DOPE ass wings. But she is kinda expensive and would probably need a reroot because monster high dolls with curly hair Don't stand the test of time and play. Skull shores, not gonna pay big bucks for this, again. But I do love her.

Also the sweet 1600 line sooo cute but alas I still can't stand tinsel

Elissabat. Don't need her I have one albeit without a face but idc because it took me 5 days to ID her because bitch really looks like Draculaura with purple hair.

And frankie... my love my darling. I want their vanity, ghouls rule, schools out, dead tired, and skull shores and threaderella. Legit Frankie is my everything.

Not gonna feed into mega scalpers to get their g1 releases, but I might pay the slight outrageous prices. I don't even care about all the work that their hair is gonna need like rerooting and unglueing. That yellow glue in their white hair... oh frankie blond is not your style

Ghoulia... I get a bit more feral for g1 ghoulia. Others that are already in g3 I don't mind putting aside for their modern releases. But... ghoulia in g3 is... lacking to say the least. Tbh, I love almost every ghoulia. I just can't buy the world sooo these are the ones I prioritize in browsing. Dead tired. I was looking for her yesterday and a memory was unlocked when I saw her popcorn bag full of brains accessory. I LOVED that accessory as a kid. This ghoulia slept in a swiffer box that I made into a dollhouse bed in the room that I had frankie and ghoulia share in the dollhouse. Sooo... Skultimate roller maze ghoulia is also on this list. And damn I hope ghoulia gets a creeproduction. Hate the whole kenkolin thing tho. But hey maybe I could just try to get her nib hoping the glue seepage isn't too bad. Or I could just reroot her. I liked the all red reroot I saw on reddit. Mattel failed forgetting how much red is totally ghoulias color

I already have a honey Swamp but the previous owner removed her face so it'd be nice to have her signature or freak du chic doll just to own her original faceup. Because as fun as trying to paint her face will be I know I won't be able to do it justice

First wave howleen... my genderqueer awakening. Not really but she really was so gender to me back in the day. I wanted her sooo bad. Still do. This is one I'd pay outrageous prices for.

Jinafire Long. I just want one. I had her og as a kid but her aesthetic is so consistent I'd settle for any version of her except fierce rockers or swim class.

Kiyomi... cool but do I really want to get ripped off?

Nefera... her first wave look. I said I hate tinsel but I could make an except if I found a decent price good condition nefera. I adored her as a child. Or... more her bug. Also that headpiece is still the coolest shit for a doll.

Robecca steam. Please i just want her first wave look. She can have missing limbs I can paint them gold and say ghoulia helped her replace broken parts. Please. Bless me with reasonable sellers

Spectra always wanted her still want her first wave look. I know she'll get a g3 doll soon though so maybe that will satiate me.

Operetta I have 3 of her but it'd be nuce to have her original but her hair would probably be a lot of work. Tbh I might just buy her little suitcase thingy because that's what I miss the most about having her original

Twyla. As much as it'd be cool to have a g1 twyla I probably won't seek her out to buy outside of some lot.

And that brings us to neighthan Rot. My favorite boy doll and the last doll I need in the freaky fusion set. Want!

[stay-healthy-org]

An Upper Body Kettlebell Workout to Build Strength and Stability

When you think of kettlebell training, your mind might go right to the swing. And that’s understandable, considering it’s such a functional exercise for everyone, especially those looking to build power in their lower body. But kettlebells offer so much variety and not just for your legs. Take this upper body kettlebell workout for example. Here's a An Upper Body Kettlebell Workout to Build Strength and Stability... Kettlebells, overall, are great for athletes because of their shape, Noam Tamir, C.S.C.S., CEO and owner of TS Fitness in New York City tells Runner’s World. The shape of the weight can turn up the stability challenge in many exercises, including those in this workout, which Tamir designed. The core benefits you gain from that extra stability test—along with the upper body strength you build with these exercises—support more efficient riding and solid form.

The Benefits of an Upper Body Kettlebell Workout for Cyclists

The exercises included in this upper body kettlebell workout will build strength in your arms, shoulders, chest, back, and core. Anti-rotation moves like the single-arm supported row and the floor press with glute bridge can help cyclists build a stronger midsection, which translates to good posture, better handling skills, and increased efficiency. Meanwhile, practicing moves like the bicep curl, skull crusher, and half-kneeling overhead press will help you build strong arm muscles for a solid upper half that helps you maintain good posture on long rides. A well-balanced upper body workout the works your muscles from many angles and targets the front and back of the body, like this one, can also help cyclists not only improve strength, but also help you maintain good cycling mechanics, which makes for better performance overall. How to use this list: Perform the exercises in the order listed below, for the number of repetitions described. Rest for 30 seconds in between each exercise. Complete 3 sets, resting for 30 to 90 seconds between each set. Each move is demonstrated by Tamir in the video above so you can mimic proper form. You will need a kettlebell and an exercise mat for this workout. 1. Bicep Curl Photo credit: Noam Tamir Why it works: Using a kettlebell in place of a barbell or a set of dumbbells is a great way to spice up this traditional exercise. How to do it: Stand with feet shoulder-width apart. Hold a kettlebell around the horn in both hands with palms facing each other, bell down in front of body. Bend both elbows to lift kettlebell toward chest, keeping elbows close to torso. In a slow controlled motion, lower the kettlebell back down, extending elbows. Repeat. Do 10 to 12 reps. 2. Single-Arm Floor Press With Glute Bridge Hold Photo credit: Noam Tamir Why it works: This move requires cyclists to engage their entire body while resisting rotation, Tamir says. This helps build a stronger upper half equipped to handle the forward movements in cycling, while eliminating side-to-side swaying that can rob you of speed. How to do it: Lie faceup with kettlebell in left hand, knees bent, and feet planted on the floor. Drive through feet, engage the glutes and lift hips up toward the ceiling. With palms facing each other, send arms straight up. This is your starting position. Bend left elbow about 45 degrees away from torso, lowering the kettlebell toward chest and elbow toward floor. Pause, then press back up. Repeat. Do 8 to 10 reps. Then repeat on right side. 3. Single-Arm Supported Row Photo credit: Noam Tamir Why it works: Focus on resisting too much flexion (or rounding) in your back muscles while practicing this exercise. This will help strengthen the muscles in your back to improve your form and forward propulsion, Tamir says, as well as help you maintain good posture. How to do it: Start in a lunge position with left foot back and kettlebell in left hand. Hinge at hips, keeping left leg straight, and place right forearm across right thigh for support. Make sure shoulders, chest, and hips are parallel to the floor. This is your starting position. Starting with arm straight, pull left elbow toward left hip, lifting the kettlebell up toward ribcage. Hold, then slowly lower back down, straightening arm and returning to starting position. Repeat. Do 8 to 10 reps. Then repeat on right side. 4. Half-Kneeling Overhead Press Photo credit: Noam Tamir Why it works: Use this move to strengthen your back and core muscles. “A strong upper body helps to optimize form,” Tamir says. How to do it: Start kneeling with left foot forward, both knees bent 90 degrees. Hold kettlebell racked at left shoulder, left elbow bent, left palm facing ear, and right arm down by side. Press left arm straight up with biceps by ears, then bring left arm back down to shoulder. Repeat. Do 8 to 10 reps. Then repeat on right side. 5. Skull Crusher Photo credit: Noam Tamir Why it works: This move will counter balance the bicep curl to help you develop stronger arms to sustain longer rides. How to do it: Lie faceup with knees bent and feet flat on the floor. Hold kettlebell with both hands around the horn and extend arms above chest. Slowly bend elbows to lower the kettlebell down toward the top of the head, keeping elbows over shoulders. Press the bell back up, extending elbows. Repeat. Do 10 to 12 reps. Read the full article

[xhanthi]

Finally started the painting the @sideshow_doll I love this sculpt so much! I’ve been throwing up short WIP videos into my Patreon in the $1 behind the scenes tier, so if you want to see extra bits n pieces, and throw me a tip go forth and pledgey pledge! ... #bjd #sideshowdoll #sdoll #musedoll #sdollmuses #bone #faceup #skull #balljointeddoll #painting #custom https://www.instagram.com/p/BwwqKqvFXGg/?igshid=p6t1b17nlk0w

[static-dolls]

I realized the azone body I got was exactly what I wanted for this volks head. The color match isn't perfect, but it looks a lot worse on camera.

She was sitting on the Mattel Hermione body for a while and putting her on this one inspired me to finish her.

I've tried painting a faceup multiple times on this head. It doesn't really take my sealant very well so I resorted to painting on the watercolor pencils for most of it.

I was also nervous about cutting the bangs but they ended up alright. I'm not a fan of the hair fiber in general, however. It is really soft but it breaks really easily and is kinda stringy. I'm not sure what it is.

Either way, she is a witch/necromancer character I've had in mind of making for a while, and I'm glad to finally have her finished!!!

[frozensunset]

Finally working on my Souldoll Hierophant Azrael! It is a sculpt I didn't know I severely needed until I saw it.

[beautifulparallel]

We all have powers 🔮

[bkwrm523]

Netflix and Chill

Title: Netflix And Chill Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/female!reader Word Count: 2360 Warnings: Couch smut, accidental interruptions.  Semi public sex, maybe? Summary: Just a quiet night in with your boyfriend and some movies.  And of course, sex. Author’s Note: This one’s dedicated to @musikat18  We were just chatting about how we both wanted feels attacks for different characters, and so started beating each other with pillows and feels, and then this smut happened.  Also I’ve been thinking about this one for awhile, soooooo, enjoy!

***

Believe it or not, it was a normal night at home with Bruce.

It had taken a lot of arranging and convincing, but you’d managed to get someone to cover Gotham for the night, and Bruce finally had the night off.  Which meant, a night at home, just the two of you, his couch, and some movies.

You were only half paying attention, really.  His arm was around your waist, and you were snuggled into his side.  You were half asleep, really.  You both needed more nights like this.  He laughed occasionally at whatever you’d put on, a low warm sound that made you smile when you heard it.

A commercial break, and you felt his arm reach across his body to cup your jaw.  You looked up at him, a question in your eyes.  He tilted your face up towards him, leaned down and kissed you.

You let out a soft moan, leaning into him and sliding your eyes shut as his tongue pushed into your mouth.  You reached up towards him, blindly grabbing his shirt and trying to wiggle closer to him.

He broke from your lips for a moment, drawing a small protesting noise from you that made his lips curl into a smirk.  He shifted on the couch, pushing you down on your back and lying on top of you.  His hips slotted in between your legs, and he kissed you again, soft but insistent.  You felt one of his hands cup the back of your skull, holding you prisoner to the kiss.  The action made you wet, and you couldn’t stop a moan into his lips.  He took advantage of it, his tongue sliding into your open mouth.  You ground up into him, already wanting more.  Bruce growled, and ground back down into you.  His dick was already mostly erect, judging from the way it rubbed against your clit even through the layers of clothing.  You tried to cuss, to break away from his lips and gasp for air, but his grip wouldn’t allow for the movement, and all you could do was whine with helpless arousal.  The kiss grew more aggressive, and Bruce kept grinding down into you until you felt ready to burst.  Your legs squeezed his hips between them, and you tried to squirm underneath him.  It didn’t get you anywhere, Bruce’s actions were relentless.

Bruce finally released your lips, and you gratefully gasped for air.  Air that left you a moment later, when you felt his lips and stubble on the crook of your neck.  You gasped, tried to beg and plead with him.  But the way he sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin, words wouldn’t come, and all you could do was stammer unintelligibly.

Bruce ground again, drawing your attention back to his hips.  You gave a high pitched gasp, your eyes rolling back in your head at the stimulation.  His one arm was resting on the couch near your head, supporting his weight, and the other one came up to cover your mouth, preventing speech.  He pulled your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to his eager perusal.  You protested, your words muffled by his hand and squirmed harder, but there was no escaping him.

You tried to fight the rising orgasm, but Bruce’s grinding was relentless.  You squirmed and struggled, but you couldn’t escape.  Your hips stuttered, and a breath caught in your throat for a moment, and your orgasm caught up with you.  You went stiff in his arms, and you felt him bite into your neck and growl.  Your thighs squeezed his hips harder, and he ground down harder into you, pushing you higher and higher into the orgasm, until a second orgasm set off, throwing you higher.  The only sound you could manage was tiny whimpers of protest, the words begging him to let you down dying in your throat.

Bruce finally let you come down, and you went limp on the couch, panting into his hand.  He released your mouth, resting his arm next to you, and let your neck out of his teeth.  He nuzzled your cheek, letting off a deep purr, and sat up a little to watch your face with a fond smirk.

“Bruce,” you murmured tiredly, lifting an exhausted arm to caress his cheek with your fingertips.  He smiled wider, love in his eyes and gave you a quick, chaste kiss, nipping at your lips.  You lifted your head up a little, kissing him back and drawing him back down to pin you to the couch again with his lips.

The kiss didn’t last long this time, before he went for your neck again.  The other side, this time.  You were too weak to his attention, gasping as you felt his lips and stubble on the crook where neck met shoulder.  You reached up, remembering your arms for the first time in awhile, wrapping them around his shoulders and burying a hand in his hair.  You begged and stuttered and squirmed beneath him, the only real effect of your actions, was the smirk you felt his lips curl into.

There was no warning, he simply released you and sat up.  You lied there on the couch, disoriented and a little confused.  Until he started to pull his tshirt off.  Your eyes immediately brightened, and you sat up as his shirt covered his face, mischief in mind.

Bruce batted you back down to the couch before you could touch him.  He finished pulling his shirt off, tossing it to the ground, and glared at you.

“No.”  Bruce told you firmly.

You sulked a little, as he pushed off the back of the couch and stood.  He pulled you up with him, making your breath catch when he stepped into your space.  You lifted your hands and rested them against his bare chest, unable to tear your eyes away from it to see the smirk on his face.  You felt his hands on your waist, sneaking under your shirt to caress and tickle the bare skin.  You squirmed a little, so absorbed in the feeling that it took you a moment to realize he was unbuttoning your pants.  He had them unbuttoned and unzipped before you reacted, opening your mouth to protest, but all that emerged was a little squeak.  Bruce pushed your pants and panties down your legs, crouching and dropping a little kiss on your hip, drawing another squeak.

Bruce waited a moment for you to move, but you just stood there staring at him.  He lifted an eyebrow and stood, looming over you.  He easily picked you up, setting you down away from the pool of pants on the floor and kicked them away.

“Are you wet for me, kitten?”  Bruce asked, his voice low and gravely.  His Batman voice.  Damn him, he knew what that voice did to you.  “Let’s find out,” Bruce purred.

Bruce sat back on the couch, lying down faceup.  Any normal couch might have had trouble fitting him, as tall and muscled as he was.  His couch was enormous, however, and had plenty of room.  Bruce grabbed your thigh, gently tugging you around.  You followed, obedient and confused, as he pulled you onto the couch, straddling his middle.  He still had his pants on, you weren’t quite sure what he was after.  You settled your knees on either side of his chest, and Bruce lifted his other hand, moving both of them to grab your ass.  You gave a little protesting squack, just as Bruce pulled you forward, until you were straddling his face.

Oh.

Bruce’s eyes glittered for a moment as you looked down at him with wide eyes, and you were sure he was smirking.  He wrapped his thumbs enough to the side of your hips, giving him a good grip with his fingers splayed on your ass, and pulled you down to his lips.

You dropped one hand hard down to the back of the couch, clenching hard the moment you felt his stubble against your thighs.  You felt his pleased growl vibrating your nethers, making you gasp a soft curse.  Bruce lifted his head, eagerly burying his face in you, and you felt his tongue inside you.

“Oohhhh, fffffffff-”

“Good evening, miss y/n.”  A familiar voice with a British accent drew your attention, from the open doorway on the other side of the back of the couch.  Your head snapped back up, looking over at Alfred.

The back of the couch blocked his view, so as far as he could see, you were simply sitting alone on the couch.  You desperately kept a calm expression, smiling at Alfred as Bruce ravenously ate you out as though you were his last meal.

“Hey, Alfred!”  You replied, your voice miraculously keeping level.  “How was your night?”  Bruce’s tongue found your clit, and his lips wrapped around it and sucked.  It was nothing short of a miracle that you didn’t make a noise.

“It was quite enjoyable, thank you for asking, miss.  I have seen this particular opera many times before, but performed well is always a pleasure.”

“Glad to hear it!”  You replied as Bruce pushed his tongue back inside you.

“Have you seen master Bruce?”  Alfred asked, and you swore you could feel Bruce smirk against your pussy lips.

“Not… not sure.”  You replied, your voice getting tense.  Bruce was sucking on you again, and it made it difficult to see.  “Probably working again.”

“Odd.”  Alfred replied.  “I was under the impression you two were planning on watching movies tonight.”

“Not until later.”  You dropped your free hand to bury in his hair and try and push his face away from you.  Your ability to concentrate was slowly getting shredded by his lips.  Naturally, you weren’t able to move him an inch.

“I see.”  Alfred replied.  “Well, if you happen to see him, give him my regards.”

“I’ll do that.”  You told Alfred.  “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, miss.”

Alfred was out of sight, closing the doors to the room you and Bruce were in behind him, and you paused while the sound of his footsteps faded.

The moment they were far enough away, Bruce’s grip on your hips tightened, and he yanked you down, startling a yelp from you.  You stuttered Bruce’s name, already dangerously close to the edge after all his teasing in front of Alfred.  You tried to lift back up, wanting to escape, but his grip on your hips was like iron, and you weren’t getting anywhere.  A small scream escaped from your lips as you came, your hips rutting into him.  Bruce eagerly ate you out, lips and tongue and stubble knowing just where to touch you and stroke and nibble until you were stuttering broken pleas and coming again.

Bruce finally let you go several orgasms later.  Your shaking legs collapsed and refused to hold your weight.  Bruce caught you, easily lifting you and moving you around as though you weighed nothing.  He sat up on the couch, cradling you in his arms and holding you in his lap as you panted and shook.  For a long moment no one spoke, as he just held you and let you recover.

“Can you do one more, kitten?”  Bruce asked, his voice soft and gentle.

“Yes.”  You replied without hesitation, drawing a chuckle from him.  You were too weak to do much of the work, and it wouldn’t take much to make you come.  But you wanted him.  Bruce kissed you softly, and laid you on the couch on your back, and stood.  He swiftly removed his pants, his huge erection springing to life in front of you.  You licked your lips and stared at it; if you’d had any energy left, you would have sat up and sucked him off on the spot, but your muscles wouldn’t respond.  Bruce lied on top of you, shifting his hips until his cock was brushing against your lips and clit.  He nuzzled your face and neck, nipping and sucking and biting you as he ground gently against you.  You squirmed and whined, getting wetter until your cum soaked his cock.

“Bruce,” you whined his name, pleading with him.  

Bruce growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sinking his teeth into you as his cock finally, finally sunk into you.  He pushed into you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust as his cock stretched you.  Finally, he bottomed out, and just waited, teeth still in your neck as you adjusted.  You whined and squirmed when you were ready, signaling to him to move, already!

His hips were powerful, and every thrust shook the couch.  Bruce released your neck from his teeth and growled, his patience finally paying off.  You could feel his control slowly shred, as each thrust was harder and faster and deeper.  You arched under him, your eyes rolling back in your head, surrendering to him.  One of your legs fell off the couch onto the floor, opening yourself wider to him.  His next thrust was deeper still, and you both cried out.

He gave up all pretense at control then, thrusting wildly into you.  You clung to the couch, clung to him, trying to delay your orgasm as long as you could to extend the ride.  But you couldn’t hold on indefinitely, and it finally washed over you, dragging him down with you until you passed out from the intensity of the feeling.

You woke up in bed.  Clean, and wearing his shirt and boxers.  You were lying on your side in his arms; he was shirtless, wearing only the pair of pajama pants that matched the shirt you wore, lying on his back and holding you.  His eyes were open but partly closed, dozing as he waited for you to wake up.  They snapped open when he saw you wake up, and he smiled at you.

“So, was that a successful movie night?”  Bruce quipped, smirking at you.  You tried unsuccessfully to smother a giggle, hiding your face in his bare chest.

Dork, but he was your dork.  And you’d made him smile, which was always a victory.

[izasfaceups]

This was such a fun Faceup to do on a Fairyland Feeple60 Mirwennin natural skin. And yes, the teeth glow in the dark! I entirely forgot to do a before photo of this commission as she looks worlds different.

Enjoy this slow turn around video of the Faceup and the two pairs of hands that go with her!

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

[dollsonmain]

So I’ve disliked Goodreau dolls basically forever and I still can’t quite put my finger on what my problem is.

Like, I don’t know if it’s the sculpts or the faceups, but something about them irritates me.

And it’s not like I see other dolls I don’t care for and get irritated, just these.

Which results in me STARING at them, trying to figure it out.

It’s probably something as simple as they’re just not my aesthetic in general or something like that and I’m still hung up on what IS it? WHAT IS IT?!?!?!?

Like this Whisper that’s been on eBay forever, why do I loathe it so much????

Is it that it’s all basically like 2 colors across the board?

Is it the way it’s painted? The limited color palette which facilitated hand-painting many dolls quickly?

Would I hate it less if it were redressed in more colors with a different wig?

Is it just too western-styled of a face for my tastes?

While I was putzing around with this poorly done digital faceup mockup, I think I finally nailed it.

I think my problem is that they all look like they’re scrunching their lips up, mostly due to the way the upper lip is severely underpainted.

Whisper up there looks like she’s getting ready to either punch or scream at the viewer. Like, that’s the moment of vague non-emotion right before her face twists in rage and she snarls at you.

The lack of color overall is also just..... I don’t like it not that I like my mockup better. I have trouble picking the right color digitally.

And while I don’t particularly like the doll in the mock up, I don’t feel irritated looking at it. Just like “Eh, not for me.”

So maybe it’s the scrunched lips expression they all seem to have, coupled with the jutting chin. The neck holes seem to be set too far back on the skull so they’re sticking their chins out.

MiM Haley’s head is like that and it makes her look strained.

Except when the chins are pulled back in mild, scrunch-lipped disgust.

This one looks like she’s either severely judging what you just said or if you painted her right she’d look like she’s JUST about to burst out into a sobbing fit.

She’s trying very, very hard to keep those lips closed.

I think I don’t like dolls with expressions that read [to me] as negative. I like neutral, calm, or happy dolls. Them looking relaxed is important to me.

Maybe that’s it.

But of course I’m tempted to buy that Whisper to see what I could do with her face. I wouldn’t mind painting any one of these just to get it out of my system. And I did like Haley better after changing her faceup a bit.

But am aware that my tastes aren’t universal, so it’s not like I’m saying there’s anything wrong with Goodreau dolls just that I want to understand what MY problem with them is so hopefully I can let it go once I do understand it better.

[roxxdolls]

#corpse bride, toe tag 3, custom commission for Chrissy.

[ladytemeraire]

Oh come on.

So Iplehouse, one of the "larger" BJD companies, just put out a new FID sculpt (Fashion Iplehouse Doll, their 45 cm realistic/mature fashion line).

And the fullset with the red hair and the freckled faceup and the fur-trimmed outfit is a dead ringer for my OC Alastrine. I had already been considering one of their other FID sculpts for a more mature MSD but had resigned myself to saving up for a while, and now they do this. The skull helmet even looks like it comes from a dragon.

That's just rude.

(I'm not including hyperlinks because Tumblr hates them, and I can't copy images from their site, but it's their Nancy sculpt with the Lagertha outfit.)

[paraphernaliawagon]

since i’m finally getting up the nerve to post my pictures of the dolls i’ve been working on, here is the FIRST one i started. (Leetah from ElfQuest.) not worked on her since January. a very difficult and frustrating project. recently removed the terrible paint job i gave her back then. wear gloves if you’re going to be using large amounts of acetone! (to remove paint) i didn’t because i’m stupid and stubborn and it severely irritated my skin.

(lots of pictures below with some commentary)

Skull Shores Clawdeen i bought on ebay. here’s how she looked originally. (my first faceup really should have been this doll instead of a barbie. Barbies’ heads are SO tiny in comparison)

snip snip

all that purple hair was to beautiful to throw out. i saved it for hopefully being able to use it in some project someday

removing her head by soaking in boiling water. in my elfquest mug so you can see the end goal for comparison

scraping out the hair bits from inside the head took much longer than expected. there was some i didn’t manage to get out until after i cut her hears off (thus making additional holes which i then badly and lumpily patched with apoxie sculpt)

ears successfully moved!

i MUTILATED her hands oh fuck. elfification is going BADLY

changing her skin color with pastels to match Leetah (in the early comics)

fresh layer of Mr. Super Clear drying

body hanging to dry in my closet (this sounds so fucked up out of context). pastels weren’t adhering to the body (later learned how to fix this) so i gave up and used acrylic paint. looks fine in this picture but actually it was a terrible messy job that didn’t match her face which is why i had to remove it. in the bottom of the picture you can see the fabric i’m going to used for her skirt