Smug Bastard - Tumblr Posts
"They forgot to lock the door, I could walk out anytime. I choose not to."
What she so smug for ?
Finished my second year of uni & this is the first thing I make.
Character belongs to Backseat on Twitch.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my goodness this made me so happy to see! He looks perfect with fangs in your style!!! Oh snap fangs on top and bottom, I swoon~ Smug bastard indeed hahahaah I love he~ Hehehehee, man I think it'd be so funny to go on a date with Papyrus and right as he's about to say his goodbyes at the end of the date he whips out some marshmallows because he started overthinking about all the things that could go wrong if he worked up the courage to give you a good night kiss.
Oh, speaking of stickers... I did once try and make some myself at home. Just took some existing art but you're tempting me to make an actual sticker design. Putting my sticker adventure attempt below the cut.
Papyrus fang sticker when? 👀
When I find out how to make stickers lol but please have these in the meantime!!! 🙇♀️
Ok peeps, jeeps, and everything that beeps! (Don’t ask)
I have a semi important question that I want to ask to the public of tumblr. . .
I’m also going to mention that I am not putting any context to this question. So you guys can interpret this what ever way you want.
Whether or not this makes me a menace to society I don’t really care. I just really want to see how this will turn out. So let’s just call this a social experiment of some sort. ¬‿¬
Anyway have a great rest of your day!!!
" scared? " rhysand laughs, allowing her to lead him through the tavern. " if you insist. allow me to think of some wicked punishment for you, when i win. " he runs a hand through his blue - black hair, whatever desperation & lust that lingered on his face washed away in an instant. it's replaced by an amused smile, as he stalks behind her, his palm guiding the small of feyre's back to help steady her. to see her like this, carefree ... alive. with the color returned to her cheeks, so magnetic. a side of her that he never thought he'd witness, maybe didn't deserve. it unravels rhysand in a way that he could never begin to explain, his heart beating so fast that he'd thought it'd explode.
rhys leans against a wall, hands sliding into his pockets as he sizes her up. the power behind feyre's throw, the splintering of the wood, lights up his features, shoulders shaking with a quiet laughter. he anticipates his win, already. " very nice. although, i don't remember the objective of this game being see who can bring the tavern to ruins the fastest. " he takes his darts in hand, pausing to face feyre. " i've thought of my conditions. if i win, you have to dance with me. " it's said baldly, stars dancing in his violet gaze. " and since i am a fair high lord, you may decide your winnings. "
he turns to aim up his shot, before throwing the darts with swift precision & ease, as if he could hit the bullseye with his eyes closed. he very well could. a casual smirk appears, stepping back to look at feyre with a matching shrug. " though, i wouldn't hold your breath. would you like to wave your white flag now, feyre darling? "
i was able to ignore his obvious shift in demeanor, the same way i was able to block out my own fleeting whims — relieved i still possessed enough restraint to prevent us from making a mistake we’d both regret. frivolous flirting was harmless, but a kiss, in public, would’ve been earth shattering. i refused to think of those potential repercussions now, instead downing my own drink and rolling my eyes — a subtle smirk threatening to break through, as i lost control of my features. “ do your worst. a wager then. best of three. name the stakes. unless you're scared. ”
i jumped to my feet, much too fast — horrified to find myself gently swaying with the room, my intoxication immediately amplified as i gripped the back of my chair. how had i gotten so drunk? i steadied myself before i could humiliate myself any further, leading the way to the back of the tavern once i trusted myself not to fall. i grabbed a handful of metal darts, grazing my thumb over the sharp points, as if the cool, prick could ground me. truthfully, i had never played before, and this was perhaps not the time to start — but his natural, competitive edge and wry smile roused something in me every time. i threw my first dart with a strength and ferocity that i forgot i possessed — half of the dart splintering as it hit the board, pieces ricocheting back towards me and rhysand. shock ruminated on my features, before i relaxed my shoulders, unbothered by any prying eyes -- channeling his casual indifference. “ i must get some points for that. ” a simple shrug, “ your turn, high lord. ”
Ok peeps, jeeps, and everything that beeps! (Don’t ask)
I have a semi important question that I want to ask to the public of tumblr. . .
I’m also going to mention that I am not putting any context to this question. So you guys can interpret this what ever way you want.
Whether or not this makes me a menace to society I don’t really care. I just really want to see how this will turn out. So let’s just call this a social experiment of some sort. ¬‿¬
Anyway have a great rest of your day!!!
The 6th gif in your gifs folder will be your muse's reaction to being asked on a date.
Vintage thommy! Both of them look #so smug
They're perfect for each other <3
