#donut moth

[joy-crimes]

HEY YALL!!! I'm so so happy and excited to announce my collaboration with Donut Moth to bring you OFFICIAL Dollip merchandise (Just in time for the debut!!!) ;)

be sure to check out the collection of stickers, apparel, and more at THIS LINK

[agayworthfightingfor]

YIPPEEEE MY DONUTMOTH MERCH GOT HERE

i get to shooka dollip around in a little game boy everywhere i go now, she lives on my AAC device!

[zapporter]

My Dollip (@joy-crimes) beanie and @andouilles button have arrived!!!

[build-a-stim]

boardtober day 7: spooky bugs!! skipped day 5 cuz i didnt have any good bears in mind for it, so to make up for it, heres a little guy!

scare-antula spider (2020)

X | X | X || X | 🎃 | X || X | X | X

[haunted-scrapyard]

Wifi died (they're all dramatic)

[coolbugs]

Bug of the Day

The Dunkin Donuts moth is back! ;-)

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james would let lily stack donuts on it

[snowdin-stims]

🍩 | source

[gomagopowerrangers]

Zone art backlog posting while i work on Mimic's stuff

rvb has circulated in my brain for a year now

PLEASE click for better quality+full pic

1+2 r based on these songs

number 4 has @oasisofgalaxies's Agent Rhode Island next to @thegreatbaerri's Agent Arizona. standing above Maine on the floor is @bearbait-adventures's Agent Pennsylvania (top left box)

5 is from this post iirc?? i donr remember

rbs>likes!!<3

[haskamadoneanythingwrong]

When Oberon hits the NA server im gonna become a wholly new way more annoying person fr

[10tinbluebirds]

reasons to live, 2019 / ruth allen

[leafatlaw]

hlvrai was literally made for me(<— guy who loves repeating things)

[queenoftsage]

I tried doing five shorts for YouTube and

I'm already exhausted. lol

I think I might have started working on them too late.

So I only achieved three so far.

I am really trying to see how productive I can be on my channels. *shrugs*

Want to help me out? Go watch them [if you'd like.]

Part 1: my brother and I admiring the weather in our town

Part 2: Me waking up on September 18th [ready for HALLOWEEN vibes]

Part 1: 'Summerween?' ALREADY...

Part 2: Me AF *singing to Halloween*

Originally posted by: https://www.instagram.com/p/C-nxYKLSwij/

Part 1: Kirspy Krispy Krusty Musty Donuts [aka- Krispy Kreme]

Part 2: Miss Moth... She thinks my flowers are real.

It's kind of exhausting to make videos back to back, even when they're only one minute long things. lol.

[adorablediscoveries]

Seal figurines by LittleBlueSeal on Etsy

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

May I request different first meeting + meet funny? 😘💕💕💕💕

Cos we all deserved some fluff and floof in life heheheehe

Yes, you can! I hope you enjoy this and it makes up for the sad one!

Here be fluff, a different first meeting, and some laughs:

Donut Day was sacred.

This fact had been drilled into Tommy from his very first shift at Harbor. If it was your turn in the rotation, you came to work, donuts in hand. Or else.

Tommy was no fool. He'd never let himself find out what 'or else' was.

When it was his turn for Donut Day, he left two hours early so he could hit Pete's Donuts—arguably the best donut shop in all of L.A.—grab a selection of everyone's favorites, which he had memorized, thank you very much, and still make it to work on time.

Tommy was the king of Donut Day.

Except today—

Today, some guy—some punk kid—was going to cost him his crown.

To be fair, it wasn't entirely the kid's fault. Working an afternoon shift meant stopping by Pete's after the morning rush, but before the lunchtime restock was complete. Tommy thought he'd arrived early enough, but the shelves were looking pretty sad.

Which would have been fine if this guy hadn't made it through the door before him, securing a place in line ahead of Tommy, and seemed intent on buying out the place.

Nevermind, it was all this guy's fault.

Him and his...legs...that seemed to go on for days.

"I'll take that last Oreo one, please," the guy said and Tommy huffed under his breath.

Sorry about your luck, Jenkins. You're going to have to live with your second favorite—

"And that last strawberry shortcake one, too."

"Seriously?" Tommy whispered to himself, cursing his bad luck.

"Ooh, and that last triple chocolate one—"

"Oh, come on!" Tommy exclaimed, the words bursting out before he could stop them. Because really? Even the triple chocolate?

His favorite?

"Dude, what is your problem?" The guy whirled around to glare at him and Tommy felt it like a punch to the chest.

Because the donut thief was gorgeous.

Forget the legs for days and the muscled back and the equally muscled chest and arms—good god, the arms—how could Tommy focus on any of that when he was faced with the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen.

And pouty lips on a mouth that had dropped open ever so slightly as the Donut Day interloper stared back at him.

"My problem?" Tommy asked, tearing his eyes away from the pouty lips back to the beautiful blue eyes that had gone wider when he took a little step closer. "My problem is you're going to get me fired if you keep buying up all the donuts. Or at least have a whole crew of hungry firefighters calling for my head."

He sent the donut thief a rueful smile. "Think you can help a guy out?"

"Y-you're a firefighter?" The guy said and if Tommy thought he was gorgeous before, he'd clearly misunderstood the meaning of the word. The grin that stretched across his face lit it up so brightly, Tommy suddenly understood why moths made such poor life choices.

He took another step closer. Drawn in by the light.

"I'm a firefighter too," the guy exclaimed. His face fell suddenly as he looked between Tommy and the display case of donuts. "It's my turn to bring the donuts too and if I don't bring the right ones, I'll never hear the end of it. Chim really likes those Oreo ones and Hen loves the strawberry shortcake—"

"Wait." Tommy laughed, shaking his head. "Are you at the 118?"

Of all the coincidences...

"Y-yeah, how did you know?" Blue Eyes grinned and this time he took a step closer.

"I used to work there, with Howie and Hen and everyone," Tommy said. He stuck a hand out. "Tommy Kinard."

"B—uh, Evan," Blue Eyes—Evan said. "Evan Buckley."

"Well, Evan Buckley, let's see if we can figure out a donut arrangement that works for everyone, yeah?"

The next ten minutes were spent playfully haggling over their choices—even going so far as to ask the very patient counter employee to cut a few in half. Tommy was pretty sure she'd been Instagramming most of their exchange so he didn't feel too bad about it.

Finally, donut boxes in hand, he and Evan left the shop, both lingering for a moment out on the sidewalk.

Tommy didn't miss the way Evan's eyes lingered over him at the same time. Zeroing in on his chin for some reason.

"That was some pretty good trouble-shooting in there," Tommy began, shaking Evan out of his chin-centric thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Evan said, shaking his head with a little laugh. "I'm going to get roasted over those donut halves though."

"You won't be the only one," Tommy said. He could already hear Jenkins' voice ranting at him over it.

But more importantly, he could feel the seconds ticking away before he and Evan would be going their separate ways and Tommy—for some reason—really didn't want to let that happen.

"You should give me your number," he heard himself saying. "So we can commiserate later."

"O-okay," Evan said, already digging his phone out of his pocket. "A-and you should give me yours. Tell me how you like the lime and jalapeno donut."

The one he'd talked Tommy into trying even though Tommy had zero tolerance for spice.

He was somehow already a complete pushover for this man.

They entered their numbers into each other's phones and handed them back with little grins.

"I should get going," Tommy said reluctantly, not able to put off the inevitable any longer. "It was really nice to meet you, Evan."

"You too," Evan said. "Tommy."

With one last smile, one last look, Tommy headed down the sidewalk to his truck, Evan leaving in the opposite direction.

Tommy turned back for one last last look and almost blushed at getting caught by Evan as he did it—before he realized Evan caught him because he was doing the exact same thing.

And Evan was definitely blushing.

Well.

How about that?

Despite his little donut thief adventure, Tommy still made it to work in plenty of time. He dropped the donuts off in the kitchen and stepped back as the hungry masses fell upon the boxes.

"Kinard!" Jenkins yelled out a few seconds later. He emerged from the huddle holding up half of an Oreo donut. "What the hell, man?"

"It was for a good cause," Tommy said. "Trust me."

Jenkins kept cranking at him, but Tommy was already tuning him out, attention caught by a new text on his phone.

A message from Evan.

Tommy opened it, chuckling over the picture of a very disgruntled looking Howie and Hen.

They're questioning our choices, the text read.

We'll just have to do better next time, Tommy wrote back.

He chewed on his lip, watching as three bubbles blinked in and out on his screen until finally—

Same time next week?

Can't wait, Tommy replied quickly.

He was going to be doing some heavy editing of the donut rotation for the foreseeable future and everyone was just going to have to deal with it...

Because Tommy had a donut thief to woo.

(This was from this ask game!)

[haunted-scrapyard]

Assorted spoiler-free doodles for your viewing pleasure (p.s. that first one is outdated, he's about 20~30 years older than that)