#but my hand slipped

[hypo-critic-art]

Auntie Elizabeth and her peculiar nephew

@mightydyke

They share their love and appreciation for nature!

#thank you for requesting! #they’re best duo #auntie Liz is the best #initially it was just a traditional sketch #but my hand slipped #so… they! #art! #frankenstein #adam frankenstein #frankenstein’s creature #elizabeth lavenza #elizabeth frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #mary shelly's frankenstein #mary shelley’s frankenstein #the modern prometheus #art #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #classic lit #classic lit art #classical literature #gothic literature #goth lit #gothic lit #frankenstein’s monster #creature

[angeart]

Popping in to give you my favourite scene/moment from HMTB since this fic genuinely had me hyperfixated (I read all the chapters in one night it was wild LOL)

But honestly its how unhinged Scar is, especially in chapter 37 (Im planning to make fanart soon myself aha) But god I was TENSE the entire time. (Bonus points to literally any time Scar just starts slipping and thinking hes in third life)

Also if your doing the sketches honestly if you could draw any of those scenes itd be so cool to see! Have a wonderful day and excited to see the next chapter!

HELLO. i'm bouncing around so happy that someone came to tell me stuff. also, reading hmtb in one night is insane. i don't know whether to be worried or impressed.

scar losing grip is such a wild thing to deal with. the little detail of him lying confused in his bedroom, clawing at the floorboards to try to ground himself in the knowledge that they're wood, not sand (and it not working) still lives vividly in my head.

it's great to know people enjoy that aspect of the story! it's tricky but fun.

as for the sketch, i went to check chapter 37 and then went to draw. and. i said. i said i'd make a doodle but. my hand slipped. soooo, i'm making a proper drawing, which means it might take a bit longer, but i'll tag you when it's done!! here's a preview :3

#ange answers #ange draws #hmtb #it was meant to be a quick sketch #but my hand slipped #hmtb my beloved #thank you for sending the ask/answer/request!!! #(what do i even call it jkncbv) #scarian

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Ordo finally arrived at their room in the hotel only to find Maze in bed, already naked, ready for action... or so he thinks. What does his Null eyes see? Check out my AO3 for the full post! :)))

WARNING: NUDITY

#ordomaze #ordo skirata #alpha-26 maze #cloneship #cloneshipping #clonecest #warning: nudity #alpha-class thighs lives in my head rent-free #originally I wanted to draw Alpha-17 with juicy alpha-class thighs #but my hand slipped #and Maze happened #but I definitely should draw Alpha-17 with juicy alpha-class thighs too

[the-bees-patella]

commander cody, patron saint of dumbasses and pedants

#commander cody #look i was going to write #but my hand slipped #untitled goose war game #i have a draw

[godofthestupid]

absolutely in love with this guy<3

#mononoke medicine seller #fanart #godofthestupid art #anime fanart #mononoke medicine seller fanart #broski is majestic #art #traditional art #i couldn't find all of my paints #also it was supposed to be a yea miko x raiden shogun fanart #but my hand slipped #and I drew him before I knew what I was doing

[astersatdawn]

(break the) dreamer

#midoriya izuku #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #astersatdawnart #my original concept was him dreaming of the future #but my hand slipped #i might still do that version #but i don't think i'll be confining it to a twitter banner size #so later lol #on one hand izuku deserves to be happy #but on the other izuku angst is too good to pass up #i drew this last month and procrastinated on posting because ofc i did #that was certainly an interesting time to be working on a twitter banner lol

[minryll]

sleeping in the heart of paradise

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #heaven official's blessing #my hand slipped #i know he’s not supposed to breathe but by poll #the people have decided that he honk mimimis for gege

[itsmeaxumii]

im going insane :))))))

#nimona netflix #nimona #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #i love these two #my hands slipped and accidentally drew him shirtless oop my bad y'all

[tagerrkix]

rage.

#welcome to today's episode of “me trying to draw 76 different emotions at once” #rage+grief???sorrow??? anguish????? #hmmmmmmm #definitely pain #and a hint of fear #no but like he's angry but there's sadness underneath you get what i'm saying #the kind of rage caused by something that left you traumatized and you just can't stop thinking about how unfair it was #like “i didn't deserve this nobody deserves this” kind of rage #well anyway #i don't even care about anatomy at this point #just let me see how much i can distort the face and still have it somewhat resemble the character #didn't mean to draw him crying again but my hand slipped oops #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion fanart

[pisscentral]

uh oh

UH OH

#my hand slipped #i’m sorry #tma #the magnus archives #tma shitpost #digital art #my art #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #miku binder #miku binder jefferson #awful awful awful

[tojisun]

the first time that biker!simon suggested that he drives you around on his bike, you were terrified to the point of declining his offer.

“i can’t,” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater, your lips downturned in genuine disappointment. “‘m sorry.”

you couldn’t meet his eyes, nervous that perhaps you’ve made him upset, but simon just took your hands on his – your small palms fitting snuggly against his gloved ones – and squeezed gently.

“you don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart,” simon replied, pulling you close until you were forced to tilt your head up to finally meet his gaze. you rove your eyes over his features, taking in the dimple of his cheeks as he gave you a smile, all boyish and breathtaking.

“don’t worry about it, yeah?” he asked before wrapping you in an embrace after seeing your hesitant nod.

he’s right, you know that. you shouldn’t have worried about it at all, but simon had always loved his bike. had always loved the thrill of the ride; the way the wind whipped against his skin or how the sounds of the road are intensified even with his helmet. you knew it was an irreplaceable experience so of course you truly couldn’t let go of his request.

it sat there on your mind every time he picked you up in his car, his harley tucked in the garage for the day. it curled around the crevices of your heart whenever simon kissed your temple before going out for a night ride with the boys.

“take care, okay?” you would say.

“always,” he would reply, kissing you on the lips again as though sealing his promise before pulling his helmet on and hopping onto his bike. he’d kiss the edges of his gloved knuckles where your initials lay then drive off.

it sat there in the pit of your stomach until one friday afternoon, you tugged onto his sleeve and whispered, “can i hitch a ride?”

the smile on simon’s lips was blinding and you couldn’t help the swoop of giddiness that filled you up when he snatched you from you stood, lifting you up before twirling you around the room.

“you sure you want this?” he asks now, blinking down at you as you fiddle with the zippers of your leather jacket. you look at simon, watching as he twirls your helmet in his hands, and even through his balaclava you can see how his face is pinched in doubt.

(you still can’t believe how simon had stowed away your very own helmet, murmuring how he got it as a valentines gift but decided to hide it when he saw just how hesitant you were when he made the offer.

“i was scared that if you saw i got you y’r own helmet, you would’ve felt pressured to agree to ride with me,” simon whispered, rubbing a thumb at the visor before shooting you a small smile. “stop pouting, love. i know you well, after all.”)

“never surer,” you say with a giggle before showing yourself off to him.

simon hums appreciatively, beautiful eyes narrowing in muted desire. “should see you in leather more, sweet girl. look how beautiful you are.”

you playfully swat at his arm in your embarrassment before standing still when simon lifts the helmet in his hands with a quiet beckoning. you let him fit it on you, your hair gathered in one of his hands and the other gently sliding the helmet on your head. all throughout, you watch the way his eyes crinkle in delight, his touch so reverent, and it makes you choke on the intensity of your love for this beautiful man.

he taps at the top of your visor when he is done, then he is stepping away to prep himself for the ride.

“c’mere, sweetheart,” he says when he is done. “y’got nothin’ to worry about, not w’me here.”

his words burn you, filling you up with encompassing warmth that tickles your cheeks and dips into your neck. you giggle as you shake off the last of your nerves before stepping close, hovering beside his harley, waiting for his instructions.

it wasn’t long or complicated by any chance, but you can see simon’s cautiousness shining through and that eases up your own worries.

there are things for you to remember, he says, things that would ensure your safety and his. and you take him seriously, nodding when he points at his bike and tells you where to prop your feet up, where to sit, where to hold. then, he holds your hands and says that you call all the shots; that if you want to stop, to squeeze his shoulder three times and he’s pulling over.

“this is all about you havin’ fun so don’t push y’rself, alright baby?” simon murmurs, ending his tirade.

then, he takes you for that promised ride.

you two planned to go to the park, just somewhere that’s far enough from your place but still within the expansive stretch of the city road’s smooth asphalt. he asked if you would’ve preferred the beach, but that was a two hour ride and you truly couldn’t handle anything that long. when you told him so, he laughed and kissed the top of your head and said, “then i’ve got the perfect place for you.”

the purr of the machine between your legs is unusual, if not a little bit weird. your grip on simon’s waist must be painful but you don’t have it in you to loosen up, especially not when the speed kicks up to match the traffic. you bite down a squeal when he makes a turn towards the highway, your stomach flipping when you physically feel the bike leaning to your side, almost like it’d fall anytime soon.

of course it doesn’t because simon’s a damn good driver but the adrenaline is coursing through you in waves, surprisingly dousing the fires of your anxiety and replacing it instead with a pooling elation because this feels so fucking good.

you don’t even realize that your hands have loosened their hold onto simon, gripping just enough not to fall. you lift your head from where it’s pressed on his back, tilting just enough to see past his bulk and to take in the dizzying colours of the trickling dawn. the wind is cool even with your jacket, and even though your helmet and visor is obscuring your nose, you take a deep inhale.

fuck. you might just get addicted to this.

the next time that simon swerves to exit the highway, you no longer bite down your squeal, letting it instead rumble from your throat and into the air. simon’s shoulders shake and you realize that he’s laughing, high from your reaction. you couldn’t help it but giggles flutter from your lips, full of the thrill of this experience.

the park comes to view soon and you pout, wanting to keep the drive going. but simon pulls over, parks, and only when the engine stops do you feel the numbness spreading through your legs.

“you doin’ okay over there, sweetheart?” simon asks, remaining seated, unable to stand with you still holding onto him.

“mhmm!” you reply. “i can’t stand up though.”

he barks out a laugh. “oh yeah. that might take a while.” he reaches behind him to rub at the sides of your thighs, massaging whatever he can reach.

you hum, rubbing your hand on his abdomen. “s’fine. ‘m not rushing.” you nuzzle your helmet on his back, falling into silence as you feel yourself unravel from the short experience. you breathe in deeply, the air fogging your visor, and say, “i loved that, si. thank you so much.”

simon’s hold on your thighs gain strength, squeezing gently. “of course, sweetheart.” you hear the happiness in his voice, breathless from his own rush of dopamine. “thank you for trusting me.”

“always, baby,” you reply, squeezing him again, muffling your giggles when you heard his surprised wheeze at the action. “i’ll always trust you.”

(ext.01) (ext.03) // mlist!

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #suns #WHAT HAPPENED? I LITERALLY WAS JUST TRYING TO WRITE A SHORT DRABBLE AGAIN #MY HAND SLIPPED

[the-nameless-dude]

Killer

Killer everywhere

Credits :

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas

#my art #undertale au #undertale #killer sans #my hand slipped #fanon killer is the only killer ik

[housethemd]

JustJamesWilsonThings 💞 2/??

#whoops my hand slipped #justjameswilsonthings #house md #james wilson #hate crimes md #greg house #dr house #hilson #dr wilson #wilson x house #house/wilson #gregory house

[loopyart]

Vox ‘n Val✨

LoopyArt

#oops my hand slipped #voxval #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #vox #human vox #human Valentino #Valentino #valvox

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain

#i sit down to draw dragons and/or ocs and OOPS my hand slipped its wally #hes so. bites him bites him bites him #but affectionately <3 #but also with affectionate intent to maim <3 #every time i feel like my feelings about him are starting to level out to a normal baseline.... #....i feel a heart squeeze and im back to insanity #welcome home #scribble garnish #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #also i am once again imaging that he is modeling for sally #this is alternatively titled 'consistency? dont know her' #his hair confuses me so much #no matter how many times i look at references or draw him it still baffles me #which way does it curl? how does it floof? fuck if i know! #yknow before i drew this i set out with the intent to put Other neighbors in schmancy outfits #and then i saw that colorblock shirt. and it all went downhill #its 2 am now. #i spent a solid hour making a fancy background but i scrapped it bc it was Too Much

[lxnarphase]

I love the little “don’t run away” you included in your Toji fic… pls include more of that in future fics 😖

one of my favorite tropes is 'x trying to run away because feels too good but y just follows them and keeps going,' so i can assure you it will be appearing again

espeically in toji, gojo and nanami works

...especially the nanami works...

because he cannot help but chase you up the bed when he's eating you out, absolutely pussy drunk off of your taste. if you thought choso was bad, then nanami when he hasn't touched you for a week is a whole different monster to tackle.

the way he crowds you up against the headboard, finding it so endearing when you try to tug at his hair, looking so precious with tears dripping down your cheeks as you pitifully moan and writhe for him, sobbing out how good it feels, that you can't handle it, that he's being mean.

when he hears you say that, he reluctantly removes his mouth from your sticky cunt, looking at you with furrowed brows.

him?

mean?

oh, you poor thing, if you thought this was mean, then you wouldn't be ready for when he's actually mean. and just by the way he's holding himself over you, hands gripping the headboard, you know nanami's going to make a mess of you.

and he does, he does so good, pounding into you so fucking deep you swear you can taste him. he's usually so romantic with his words, but he can't stop babbling this time, clearly upset that you'd run away from him making you feel good and being so bratty and calling him mean.

but, it's not your fault! no, you can't help but run away from how good his mouth feels when his head is between your thighs and he can make you cum just by looking at you...nope, not your fault at all!

he's glaring down at you as he tells you how it's so hard for him to stop, that your so, so wet, that he can see you creaming all over his cock, dripping down his balls and onto the bed, asking if you'd let him cum inside you then eat it out of you.

yes, yes, he knowssss that's dirty, that it's so fucking filthy, but he doesn't care because once he's cleaned you up, he can stuff you full again and again, keeping you crowded and trapped against the headboard, until you can't get the feeling of being so full out of your head.

no, nanami isn't going to stop or let you run away until you pass out, tap out, or— 

c r a c k !

...until he cracks the headboard.

#nanami kento smut #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oh no my hand slipped #𖤐 ── lxnarblabs.