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mashkara45 · 7 months

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#mmm hands #our favorite tortured writer™#alans hands #alan wake 2 #alan wake #videogames #horror games #remedy entertainment #god the details in this game #the dark place

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voided-peach · 1 year

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#artists on tumblr #illustration #original character #character art #digital art #digital sketch #art #digital painting #dark aesthetic #those veins #dark art #hands #mmm hands

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nat-20s · 5 months

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OUGH does UNIT have a Men In Black type section where they sort out aliens getting to live lives on Earth?? Because if so Donna should work that section because a: Donna would be a fucking AMAZING alien social worker she's always been so so good at Seeing people and b: Catherine Tate look hot in suit

#me thinking about catherine tate wearing that blue brothers ass get up in maan: mmm. women.#doctor who #donna noble #AUGH if Martha is working currently with unit as a xenobiology expert #donna could be like making sure an alien gets their yearly health check up #and be like OMG HI MARTHA!! okay youre gonna be in AMAZING hands

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jventureart · 3 months

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I read a fic (this one!!) with post retirement kks & gai. There is a scene where they visit hokage naruto, and sauske is there, and it's ✨️uncomfortable✨️

#kks dressed like a slob the entire fic is what really did it for me #very relatable i had to draw it #also the hokages office is ugly and i had a terrible time drawing it #gais hand on his chair ready to bail #anyway the fic was like.. kks was trying to get gai to relax but he refused and their day goes wrong #i always love when fics have gai being a grumpy little shit #Prefered Gai Flavor #mmm not going to regret that tag #maito gai #might guy #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto #nart #jvart #kakagai #gaikaka #one day ill put out something actually rendered & not just a sketch

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fuckyeahizzyhands · 7 months

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#our flag means death #ofmd #photos #bts photos #bts #con o'neill #izzy hands #nekked izzy #izzy's chest #mmm-hmmm #2ep5

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tapakah0 · 6 months

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#... they think that I can survive without doing stuff that I love... if fact I did survive but oh my god I need to replenish so much #serotonin and my hand almost forgot what is “drawing for more than 3 hours in a row” please #At least I've made almost all important stuff and didn't die #Wait what do you mean 2 updates #OH #OH THERE'S A LOT OF MMM #MMMMM where to start from #*running*

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b4kuch1n · 9 months

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siren

#bakuspecial #cw: nudity #cw: body horror #monster #siren! I think. they're bird to me #I think this has been brewing since that stream mim did of drawing dnd monsters only from official text description #and when the official art for the sirens were shown I was like. oh thats just a woman with wings #lmao like. granted. its an official dnd book available for all audience. you cant make it too Bad To Look At #(I do not agree with this but it wasnt about me. if its about me its gonna be about very few people lmao)#but yeah. after that I got slightly too into the idea of putting more bird into birdwoman #but I also do genuinely love monsters that are Rearranged Human Parts so. I couldnt commit too much to the bird scales Im so sorry #I wanted the fleshiness. the feel. textural experience of holding her hands and being like oh that's a human #even when ur eyes tell u otherwise. mmm #...I looked to my right as I was typing these tags and saw. the fucked up pikmin I tried to sculpt the other day along with the pin #and got startled #its so. its so fucked up. gods. dusty white naked grainy parsnip #I used to have that one doll I butchered wanting to customize in a box next to me and thats way less upsetting than this. man #its perfect actually I will never throw this thing away. anyways #now. now I go to bed. its sleep time for the baku #have a good night lads! you CAN have it both way easily you just need a big bat

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goodmorningnona · 1 month

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harrow would love matzah

#mmm flavourless crumchy #my eating disorder is like NO PESACH FOOD GROSS only want cakes and ice cream and coffee!!! and then matzah enters the ring and i only want #to eat that #lessons of the hand and the mouth

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flowing-between-space · 8 months

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when she comes up from sucking your cock and she's literally dripping down her thighs and you haven't even touched her yet

#mmm it was the hottest thing putting my hand on her inner thigh and unexpectedly coating my fingers in her juices #text

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shadow0-1 · 7 months

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#cambles #just fucking around #i need to chew his hands #put them in my mouth I prommy I wont bite (lying)#mmm. getting some ideas #tee hee #kenshi takahashi #faggy ideas of course

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dontlookforme00 · 2 months

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This might be a little strange, but i wanted to post this here. It's the final piece for a topic I was doing in art, and the assignment was to make a cupcake in the style of Catherine Holman (artist we were studying) about something we liked! So I chose chonny jash fucking obviously. And here's the final product, all done with oil pastels, except the sprinkles.

#:] mmm details. holy fucking hell this took me so long and so many hours and so much blood sweat and tears you dont understand #anyways i also wrote an essay about it #and why i chose the design elements i did. im sure you freaks could spot all the details tho #OH for size reference my hand is like. the size of 'jash'#actually the whole paper is like the length of my arm #if youve read the tags this far uh. reblog?#my art #chonny jash #traditional art #chonny jash fanart #art homework

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echoedthenerd · 2 months

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Finished this today!! I loved this scene and I couldn't get it out of my head so I had to draw it.

A QPR fic that I absolutely adore! Would highly suggest reading it, the author does an amazing job on characterization, and it's literally just about characters figuring out they're aroace and then healing together. it's so fluffy :)

Her Tumblr is @radiantallomancer !

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adriancatrin · 1 year

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more charcoal work

[ID: a black and white drawing of zuko and sokka from their chests up, made with charcoal. both of them are in profile, facing left. zuko has a cup of tea and stares off page, his hair long and loose. sokka is hugging him from behind with his chin resting on zuko’s shoulder, eyes downcast. it’s a bit sad/wistful, but comfortable nonetheless. /end ID]

#my art #i was going to care more about this and then i got to the clothes and hands and was like.. mmm nah thx bye #for instance i’m seeing now - where’s zukos hair go #pffhddhjk #zukka #sokka x zuko #sokka/zuko #atla #atla fanart #sokka #zuko #charcoal

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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tw royal whump, abuse of power, past torture, implied future torture, bullying for zero reason, drowning

Whumpee had been working for hours. The Hall was enormous; the floor seemed to stretch into infinity whenever they looked up. So they just stopped looking, working square inch by square inch, never daring to check how much more work they had left.

Their knees were aching, bones pressed against an unforgivingly hard surface, skin catching on every little bump. Their arms and back were burning with the exertion, but they continued scrubbing, rewetting and wringing out the cloth again and again.

Just a little more, surely. They had to be close to done by now.

They didn’t stop working when they heard footsteps. People inside the palace would come and go all the time, it wasn’t any of their business — except this set of footsteps seemed to grow nearer still, way beyond the threshold of the Hall.

Whumpee didn’t look up. They scrubbed even more diligently, keeping their head low and their movements as silent as possible. It didn’t matter. By the time those expensive boots entered their field of vision, they already knew who it was. There was only one person who never left them alone even while working.

Her Majesty’s second son was as much of a brat as one could get, even within the royal family; with all the power and none of the responsibility, plenty of free time, and an unexplainable sadistic streak, he was the subject of many of Whumpee’s recurring nightmares. They didn’t understand what they’d done to warrant being the prince’s favourite chewtoy, and they were starting to suspect there wasn’t a reason, aside from simple misfortune.

“Busy?”

Whumpee put down the cloth, still keeping their eyes fixed on the floor. What were they supposed to say? Yes, they were, but that could come off rude. If they said no, however… well, that was a clear lie. “I’m happy to assist in whatever Your Highness may need,” they said in the end, hoping it was good enough.

“Look at me.” Whumpee swallowed and looked up, meeting the prince’s icy cold eyes. If there ever was a picture of pure malice, it must’ve been based off of him. “Do you think you’re doing a good job here, servant?”

“I’m doing the best job I can possibly–”

“Look at the water.” The prince suddenly grabbed them by the hair, making them yelp as they were dragged over to the bucket. “It’s filthy. You should’ve brought fresh water long ago, that’s not going to clean anything.”

“Y-yes, Your Highness. I apologise. I’ll bring–” They were cut off when the prince let go, shoving them down towards the admittedly quite dirty water. They caught themself before they could’ve fallen, their face just inches away from being submerged. “I’ll bring–”

He stepped on the back of their head, pushing them down as far as their body would allow. They didn’t have a chance to take a deep breath beforehand, and they certainly wouldn’t get one now. Their terrified whines and whimpers escaped them in large bubbles of precious oxygen, but the prince showed no sign of wanting to let them up.

They couldn’t breathe. They couldn’t breathe. They couldn’t–

The pressure suddenly disappeared and Whumpee yanked their head out of the bucket, getting water everywhere as they coughed and sputtered. Their lungs were burning with all the inhaled musky water, their throat scratchy and in pain from the abuse.

“Oh, by the way,” the prince began casually while they were still wheezing, “Mother sent me to check on the state of the Hall, since the event is about to start soon. I’m sure she will be very disappointed when I tell her–”

“I’ll be quicker,” Whumpee choked out, every word bringing more agony. “Please, Your Highness, I–”

The prince didn’t hesitate to kick them in the ribs with those expensive boots, and through the pain, Whumpee wondered how severely they’d be punished if their useless body were to make a scratch in the leather. “Do not interrupt me,” he hissed. “You can’t do your damn job or show respect? Have you already forgotten the last lashing?”

They couldn’t answer. It all hurt so much, they were too scared, they hated it all–

“That’s quite alright, I suppose. When I tell Mother about the servant who caused the delay, I’ll simply offer to handle the punishment arrangements myself. It’ll be a nice refresher — since the water doesn’t seem to have been enough.”

#mmm whumpee scrubbing the floor on their hands and knees..#whump #whump drabble #royal whump #abuse of power #past torture #implied future torture #bullying for zero reason #drowning

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fuckyeahizzyhands · 7 months

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#our flag means death #ofmd #photos #bts photos #bts #con o'neill #izzy hands #hq photos #izzy's chest #mmm hmmm

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stevebabey · 1 year

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CONGRATULATIONS RUBY!!! You're one of my favorite authors so I trust that you'll make something amazing out of this request (if you like it and feel like writing it, no pressure)

❤️‍🔥 with “Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”

just a little steve hand appreciation blurb (bonus points if you include comparing hands with him!!!)

M!!!! AHHH THANK U ANGEL!! im literally so :')) rn u are so very talented so it really means the world for me to hear u like what i write!! your bonus point suggestion like shaped this whole blurb im so glad u included it & omg its the first to break 1k+ words. i went for mutual pining besties bcos i've only written established relationship so far ! enjoy my dear!!! <3

You can’t believe you’re listening to advice from a 14-year old.

It feels like a new low. The idea that you can’t figure out the flirting thing on your own combined with the fact it’s your kid friend Dustin who seems to have a mountain-load of advice makes you feel— well, less than stellar.

But times are tough. And shit, it’s not actually bad advice.

Besides, despite Steve being your best friend, you’ll admit Dustin and him are close as well. Close enough that you made Dustin swear not to rat out your feelings to Steve at the first opportune moment.

He’d scoffed, then very reluctantly agreed. Seemed miffed you wouldn’t let him play matchmaker. Then set to work formulating a perfect plan on how you were to woo Steve — though he insisted you really didn’t need to because Steve was already well and truly obsessed with you.

“Honest!” He had said, eyes bright, and with that familiar cocky smile like he knew more than you. Which, in this case, might be true.

“Steve’s crazy for you, I can tell. He once gave this whole talk about,” Dustin waved his hands around. “Electricity. It’s a whole thing with him. Just trust me, you guys have it.”

Which leads to the here and now. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beemer, the drive-in screen glowing ahead of you, just out the windshield. It’s night time, the dark lit up by dozens of shiny neon signs dotted about around the drive-in keeping you cozy in the car.

There’s an advertisement for Scoops Ahoy! ice-cream, all red, white, and blue, nautical symbols in every corner on a board to your right; a crimson and mustard coloured hot-dog stand with bright lit bulbs around it and a comically large weiner atop it. Beside it is a less glammed up, but nevertheless, trusty popcorn stand.

One of the buckets from there sits between you two, balanced between the seats. Steve seems to be unaware of your inner turmoil, his interest in the film properly piqued as you debate internally on Dustin’s advice. The film is miles away to you, worrying your bottom lip as you reconsider Dustin’s words.

“Just, like... find a way to touch his hand. No, wait- compare hand sizes! That’s like the oldest flirt in the book.” He’d nodded with enough fervor you nearly didn’t question him. Nearly.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you’d asked. “And where did you hear that?”

“Suze.” He’d said plainly. “And Suzie said she heard it from the girls at one of her camps. And it worked on me, so it’ll work on Steve. He’s simple!”

So, how do you go about this? You’re not sure there’s a natural way to ask to compare hand sizes. This feels like a flirt you’d do if he was just a handsome stranger at a party and you had a couple tequila shots on your side for encouragement. Leaned against a wall, sultry giggles and seductive touches; that seems more fitted for the flirt you’re about to try.

But you’re Steve’s best friend, not a stranger, and there’s certainly no liquid courage in your veins. No party. Just you, armed with more butterflies in your stomach than you can count and the advice of a 14-year old. God, you’re screwed.

You steel yourself and steal a glance at Steve. He’s in that grey shirt you like, long sleeved with just two buttons up the top. Both of them are undone.

You feel a bit peaky at how it makes you flush, seeing a flash of his chest. Briefly, you wonder if he’s worn the shirt because he knows it’s one of your favourites. The thought provides no relief to your nerves.

You fix your eyes forward and miss the way Steve glances to check on you, a smile toying at his lips.

Coincidentally, when he reaches for the popcorn, so are you — and your hands brush in the middle, burning hot, and you startle at the touch. Steve’s already apologising, pulling his hand but in a moment, you see it clearly there; your segue.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” You comment, with a quiet chuckle to seem casual, shifting yourself to face him better. Your stomach turns over with nerves and you have to force yourself to meet his eye.

You raise your hand a bit, palm facing him. “See?”

Steve’s pauses, only for a moment, but it’s enough to send your heart rocketing. Just as you’re about to retract your hand and hope to hide your crumpled pride, embarrassment stinging at your chest, Steve grins.

He chuckles and twists in his seat to face you, unfurling his hand and extending it out towards your own.

He wavers, hesitating just short of pressing his hand against yours and when your eyes dart up to his face, your stomach tightens up a bit more at what you find. Nervous, you think giddily, he’s nervous.

In another second the expression is gone and he presses his hand flush against yours.

“I think you might have the world’s smallest hands,” He jokes, curling his fingers over the top of yours just to prove the point. He’s wrong but compared to his large hands, you can see why it certainly might seem that way.

“I think you just have huge hands, Harrington,” You remark, enjoying the feeling of his hand against yours far too much.

The butterflies in your stomach have evolved into something bigger — some sort of lovebird that pecks at your heart and leaves it bleeding in your chest. The beat of its wings gets louder every second Steve doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer.

“Nope, it’s your hands, 100 percent.” He nods along, lips quirked into an amused smile. The film continues unnoticed, just flashes of light that illuminate the side of his face. Subconsciously, you lean closer into his space, nearly close enough that you could lean over and lay one of him. If you wanted.

Steve continues with a tease, “I’m serious! Nobody in the world has hands this small.”

“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.” You counter with a grin. It’s true, Steve’s hands aren’t at all like how you’d expected; instead of calloused and rough, they’re supple and soft. Like a lover, not a fighter.

It takes a moment to realise your slip. Your heart stutters and Steve’s eyes turn a little wide. His cheeks flush and the only comfort is the obvious delight on his features, even as he blushes pink. His eyes dart to your lips. You hold your breath.

“Yeah?” He asks and licks his lips. “I- I’ve, uh, heard— well, some would say the same about my lips.”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’ve seen him be, words a bit fumbled. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, gathers his courage, then keeps going. His voice is quiet, eyes watching you closely. “Softest... yeah, softest in the world s’what they’ve said...”

If by some terrible tragedy you’ve misread this and he’s not asking for a kiss, you’ll happily let the ground swallow you up after this. But with the nervous gleam in his eye, his pink lips, and hand against yours, you think you like your odds.

You close your eyes, lean in, and think of luck.

And even if it was just a line, you have to agree; these are the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and maybe in the entire world.

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#this was so fuckin scrumptious to write...#m im not joking trying to make it include comparing hand sizes helped SO MUCH #MWAH MWAH HOPE U LOVE IT!!!#ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb!#ruby's very own tour of hawkins #mmm who coulda guessed that the friends to lovers piece has been one of my faves to write #IT JUST HITS SO HARD I LOVE IT !!! SO MUCH !!

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