#he's such a brat

[5ummit]

We have accomplished great things, my friend. Let us not tempt failure by allowing our reach to exceed our grasp.

[horror-aesthete]

Creep 2, 2017, dir. Patrick Brice

[midnightanxietytm]

Color Match - Rafayel / Reader

A/N: My first Love and Deepspace drabble! I'll post a Zayne one tomorrow even tough it's mostly done already, I'm very sick so I'll review it tomorrow.

Summary: "You sit in a stool, leaning slightly forward, and he sits in front of you, pouting in a frustrated way, every few seconds he raises a paintbrush or his palette next to your face and ends up humming, dissatisfied."

⇒ Gender neutral reader, fluffy, maybe a little ooc? Idk. Request open!

⇒ Word count: 263

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You've become mostly accustomed to his eccentricities by now, to a point where Thomas calls you often to deal with him. This one, though, might become more of a challenge.

You sit in a stool, leaning slightly forward, and he sits in front of you, pouting in a frustrated way, every few seconds he raises a paintbrush or his palette next to your face and ends up humming, dissatisfied. He’s been trying to match the colour of your eyes for a good twenty minutes now, and he insists that it’s very unique, or that it might not look right on the canvas.

“My back is hurting…” You say after a few seconds.

“I know, but hold on just a little more for me, okay? The lighting is perfect here, and I’m almost there…” He says, eyes never wavering between his palette and your eyes.

“Alright, but after that please go work on your other painting, Tomas said-” He whined loudly, suddenly dropping his hands and looking at you with a big pout.

“Would you please not mention business when we’re bonding?” He pouted at you.

“Oh so we’re bonding now?” You smirked at him, reaching out a hand and poking his cheek.

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “Matching the colour of your eyes  gives me the perfect opportunity to just gaze at you and it gives me a beautiful new colour to use too!”

“Oh…” you mutter, feeling a slight heat rise to your cheeks.

Rafayel hums with a grin. “I’ll match the colour of your blushed cheeks next, I think it’s my favourite.”

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[misskattylashes]

This princess is never going to be your daddy....

[f1-birb]

he's actually so annoying (and Fernando did the same)

[crystallizabethine]

Had to draw him like this

[thecampjuicebox]

Imagine Raphael being tied up or chained as Tav teases his body, working him up and backing off before he reaches that peak of pleasure, over and over again; he is writhing, moaning, and growling until he can't take it anymore and breaks out of the restraints to ravish her as he pins her beneath him.

All I have to say is.. Gods, I wish that were me. But in all seriousness, this is an incredible idea and the thought of it has me SALIVATING.

Raphael got himself in that situation in the first place by being so mouthy. Just an absolute brat. Maybe whining about contracts and how much work he has to do. How annoyed he is by the servants in the HoH. How Tav is so needy and he's just sooooo busy.

And as soon as his guard is down.. He finds himself in quite the predicament. Poor Raphael. I almost want to imagine him not breaking out. Tav just teasing him and edging him for HOURS AND HOURS. And then leaving him there to think about his attitude 💖

[mti-mirai]

Rich brat ✨💖

[earthfluuke]

What Nuengdiao wants, Nuengdiao gets. NEVER LET ME GO (2022)

[praeteritus-memories]

"As if-! I like- practical guys like Kento." His cheeks are puffed in a pout. Refusing to look at Gojo. Refusing to admit that- yes, he does in fact enjoy the other.

"Ohhhh~? So Nanami's your type?" Towering over him, the curse user grins childishly as he leans down to poke his cheek.

[tragedysorbet]

Mother Matron said it's *my* turn on the Playstation.

[dorkustm]

@sleazeballtm : "this was the ONE thing i told you not to do."

well, actually... the one thing that he'd been told not to do had been implied. not explicitly stated. 'suck up to the alpha, little bro!' pete hadn't appreciated the piece of advice at the time, but then again, he'd been the one that stood up to his bully and ended up with a black eye because of it. so, maybe he should've sucked up to jagerman after all. he didn't want to hear it, though. an irritated huff leaves him as he pushes past his older brother, walking into the kitchen so that he can retrieve an ice pack and try to reduce the swelling as much as possible before he has to go to school the next day. fuck him.

"please, ted, tell me how much of an idiot i am. kick me while i'm down. i haven't had enough of that today."

[mischiefmodig]

@magnusmodig \ / Hearths Rising Starter

He really didn't see what all the fuss was about.

All of this... tradition felt gaudy to him; truly what was the point of hanging up lights to begin with? To simply w a s t e electricity? Frivolous indeed. It seemed he was not able to enter a shop without being assaulted with the smells of ( artificial ) mint, the only comfort being in the smells of ginger that followed...

No. He shan't grow sentimental for such things.

He was on a mission to discover the mysteries that lay in this world, and further still how he might escape ( he may be dead, but if he were alive here, surely he could be brought back? He'd made more marvelous returns in the past ). Of course, he was not alone in his exit strategy.

Upon observation, he'd taken a keen interest in this world's... Traverse Trove. To him, it was reminiscent of the portals that brought the lost things of the universe to Sakaar. There was no way to tell where it would lead should one enter... that would be a test for another time.

For now, he and Thor had agreed to meet at the festival Tinker Town, in order to acquire supplies ( for free ) to potentially contact passing vessels... or the Statemen. Loki knew the truth, but he would not give Thor reason to doubt - not until Loki knew his fate might be reversed.

He was waiting outside the establishment, impatient as ever and mildly agitated as he fiddled with the scarf around his neck ( the bruises wouldn't go away, he had no magic to hide them. ) Soon enough he saw the figure approach, though Loki made no motion in response.

❝ You're Late. ❞ Was all he said.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

It was gamer talk the whole time?! Piss off help-

[walker-extended-universe]

I think probably my favorite thing about any iteration of Walkernatural is how possessive Liam is of Cordell as a brother and how that impacts his relationship with the Winchesters

[thunderstar-supernova]

look at this fucking heartstopper, he's my absolute favorite i need to draw him even more