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mangocoal · 5 months

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Me impatiently waiting for GBVS Rising and UNI2 to release. Trying my hand again at some very simple Blender animation. Tried to avoid doing anything complicated which is why the finger is the only thing that's moving. Table 3D Model source by Blender3D on Sketchfab: https://skfb.ly/otuXL

#gbvs #granblue fantasy versus #granblue fantasy #vaseraga #transparent gif #reaction gifs #gif #looping gif #shitpost #arc system works #arcsys #cygames #blender #3d model #3d posing #bad animation #stilted animation #gbf #finger tapping

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cow-stealin-gal · 10 months

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This is one of my obscure skills

#finger tapping

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cryptid-stimming · 2 years

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Body Stims Stimboard

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#stimboard #real people #hands #body stim #hand flapping #finger tapping #mouth stim #eye contact #pacing #weighted blanket #tangle jr #head shaking #long nails

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asukachii · 1 year

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"Why don't YOU drive for once?! Ya idiot!"

"BECAAAAUUSE! I... can't.. drive these things!"

[bonus]

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post these gifs somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use them in edits/videos. Thanks~)

#trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #vashwood #(because i say so.)#my animation #gif #asukachii #i'm probably forgetting so many tags here...#i love these panels! a! lot! my favourites in the whole trigun manga together with... many other scenes #i have a long long list #i find these so funny #vash being 150 yo and not knowing how to drive? that could be me 🤝 i love you vash #also please wolfwood let him eat his donuts #in the first panel i animated a small small detail #wolfwood tapping his finger! alongside the music i was listening to while animating 🙈#i should include the song #i'm animating a bonus to this but i don't knkw if i will post it #first stampede saturday without a new episode #how are we feeling..?#orz #'because i say so' is just me joking! but i like them very much so i wanted to use the tag...#*know

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viveela · 4 months

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A style comic I just had to get out of my system

#veearts #south park #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #stan x kyle #stankyle #stanky #style #sp fanart #fan comic #taps my fingers. for those who read tags hi hello #ill only say it here but me and my friend thought this up #we concluded these two have the craziest npd/bpd relationship known to man #but we believe they can make it. trust #but yeah this was drawn/written w that coding in mind #I think I did fairly well they're cute but disorderly #my heart goes out to them #again I swear they'll be fine but it's rough. aren't most things tho??#whatever anyways long live style

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mon-petit-coeur-noir · 6 months

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#kneeling #love tap #anticipation #fingers in mouths

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gomzdrawfr · 4 months

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small habits

#something about filling in the silence #personally I am (unfortunately) one of those people who doesnt realize they're tapping their finger on the table when im in the zone focusi #i try not to do it now ever since it was pointed out #instead i just tap something softer like my pencil box LOL #modern problem requires modern solution #anyways you may notice im also trying a new signature here #i hate it #so im doing another one when i can #gummmyart #doodle #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap

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heartnosekid · 7 months

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haley.greco.artwork on ig

#stim #stimboard #painting #art #sfw #pink #blue #purple #white #finger painting #paintbrushes #clouds #stars #hands #tapping #long nails #ishy gifs #postish

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gunsatthaphan · 6 months

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#never over it.

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wantsusdead · 15 days

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THE TERROR (2018) — 1.01 'Go For Broke' ☛ For @abrahamvanhelsings

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silk-spun · 6 months

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need to swallow him whole

#aaron hotchner #his finger tapping on the glass 🫠#🦋☁️

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lord-westley · 3 months

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Whenever there are no customers and no tasks to complete, i leave behind drawings everywhere at work

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thatonekimgirl · 5 months

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Conrad Fisher being visibly nervous because of Belly Conklin.

#the finger tapping before dancing (top right) and leg tapping because he's nervous to talk to her (bottom right) are my FAVS #tsitpedit #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #belly conklin #conradbelly #bellyconrad #conrad x belly #belly x conrad #bonrad #bonradedit #conradbellyedit #lola tung #chris briney #mine #conrad|belly #100 plus

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kisses4kaia · 4 months

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based on this .. hehehehehehehehehe also corio is very joe goldberg in this one. (dedicated to my baby 🤍. @casualhedonists)

coriolanus snow had many a screw loose, and you were not oblivious to that fact.

the thing about power-hungry psychopaths, is they are aware that their greed will never be fulfilled if they reveal their true intentions at the jump. coriolanus snow was dangerously good at playing the game, and he was not used to losing. you had almost let it go over your head, the red-like-blood hued flags, but something inside you had signaled, more like alarmingly blared, that something was very, very wrong with the boy you thought loved you.

and so, on a storming and unbecoming night, you packed up your whole life, leaving behind your people and all that was familiar, and you moved to district 4 and set up residence on the beach. you’d met a man, a gentle, caring, fisherman. no, he could not afford to buy you diamonds, but he could string organic pearls on a chain and that was enough. you ate all the fish your heart could ever desire and you let the sun kiss your once pale skin; which was due to the constant cover of clouds and gloomy mist in the capitol. you were content with your little life, truly, up until you received word your mother was sick and needed her next of kin to help her sort the affairs that would allow her to move peacefully onto the afterlife that awaited her.

the trip was short, but every second of it was spent with a worry for your mother gnawing at your heart, and apprehension to see a certain white-as-snow haired boy. you’d brushed off all thoughts, and figured since the capitol was a big city, the chances of you seeing him were slim—especially considering you’d seen in the newspaper that he was making a name for himself in the political world of panem. he most likely was much to busy to care or even become aware of your returning.

you were wrong. the second you stepped through the gates of panem’s state of the capitol, you felt eyes on you. even after checking over your shoulders and finding nothing but stone architecture on display all over the city, the uneasiness of it all still twisted your gut.

nonetheless, you spent your time in the city of lights and glamour as intended, caring for your mother until she succumbed to a painless, peaceful, death. you saw to the funeral details with a heavy heart, and it was there you felt your heart drop to your toes. the man you’d spent so many years away from, standing in all his haughty glory. his ultramarine, icy, eyes containing nothing but a crazed longing within them. he’d stood across the cemetery in a long, black, fleece, trenchcoat. his hair was no longer a mess of ruddy, gold, curls, but now a styled as a contained, important, slick back—hauntingly, he resembled a ghost, and in a way, he was. a ghost of your past, the scariest one. his eyes glued onto yours as the pastor spoke a few words in honor of your late mother, and you had to swallow your fear for what would follow after the ceremony.

the second the final ‘amen’ left father glenndon’s lips, you turned on your heels, whispering a quiet goodbye to your the soil your mother laid beneath and made a break for it. he was so tall, legs so long and graceful, he caught up with you within a moment. as his cold, ring cluttered, fingers brace the sides of your arms, forcing you to a halt against the tallest stone grave in all of the graveyard, obscuring you from anybody’s view—which only fed your terror—you had to focus on your breathing so as to not let fearful tears slip from your eyes. “get your hands off of me,” your voice was shaky, because you knew just how unpredictable he could be and right now, all that you knew for a fact was that he wasn’t above tearing apart your life right here if you made the single wrong move. he did have the money, influence, and power for it, after all. coriolanus’ voice was sickeningly sweet, gentle, akin to your man back home. “hey, hey, i won’t hurt you, i promise. just wanna talk, that’s it, hm?” his hands move from your shoulders to your face, caressing his thumb against your tear-stained cheek. you shake your head, to deny the request and to get the feeling of his skin off of yours. “no, no. please, coriolanus, let me go home. i have a fiancée, who loves me and-“ your rambling is cut short but a wide-eyed, almost concerned, interjection from him. “he doesn’t love you like i do! i would kill for you, do you understand? he wouldn’t go to any lengths necessary to keep you safe—can’t you see that? i mean, there isn’t a line in the world that i wouldn’t cross for you! i’m not mad, i forgive you for leaving, i know you were just scared, just wish you talked to me, is all. please, dove, come back to the capitol. i haven’t been able to manage since you disappeared. can’t live without you, dove, i won’t,” you wince at the nickname, not having heard it since you left. “i can’t. i have a life in four, snow. i can’t just leave,”

there’s a pained flinch at the use of his last name, having been so used to your sweet, little, pet names you once used just for him. you probably call your fisherman back home those things now, and that thought made his blood boil more than any other. suddenly, almost as if stepping into a role, a character, his eyes deepen, like a bottomless pool of sorrow. “you didn’t seem to think so all those years ago,”

his devastating voice, his despaired, tragically blue, eyes distorted your judgement, and all of a sudden, he wasn’t coriolanus snow anymore. he was corio, your corio.

somehow, in some weird, twisted, round-a-bout way, that’s how you ended up here, writhing on his fingers, his venom-slick sweet nothings spilling into your ears as praises as you come undone on his hands. then on his tongue. and finally, after he’d spent so long giving himself orgasms with only the memory of you spurring him, you’d unraveled on his cock.

and he knew, he had you. he knew, baby came home.