#i’ve had this in my drafts forever

[madeleine-line]

Sugimoto is excited at the idea of getting married but doesn’t see it as necessary since he knows it won’t change you’re dynamic- you two are already attached at the hip. Still, he wants to put a ring on your finger- he lives for those quiet days you spend together, cleaning and cooking together- he hates chores, but suddenly they aren’t chores anymore when he’s doing them with you. He loves lazy mornings and late nights, staying cuddled in bed with you all morning or whispering quietly past midnight about your plans for tomorrow. There’s something special about announcing to the world that this is the person you chose, and the one you continue to choose…

#I’ve had this in my drafts forever #figured I’d just post in #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy headcanons #gk headcanons #gk x reader #sugimoto saichi x reader

[queen-caramilflinda]

I like her a normal amount

#acofaf #Cienna talks #i’ve had this in my drafts forever

[rxnefairs]

Superlatives ft. Rhaenys and Corlys

Prompt credits go to @otp-imagines-cult!

Who spends all their money on the other? Corlys, obviously. He’s the richest man in Westeros and wants everyone to know that… by clothing his wife in all those riches.

Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Rhaenys. She’s a tall woman, but her husband is an even taller man. She fits against him perfectly.

Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on clothes? Bold of you to assume they would be mad at each other for being half-naked.

Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Rhaenys just wants Corlys to come to bed and Corlys ends up reading the Westerosi equivalent of a trashy romance novel.

Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them it’s okay and makes them both cookies? @youleavethetardisbrakeson has a whole thing about Corlys cooking and Rhaenys being ✨befuzzled✨ about the whole thing, so I’m just gonna go with that one.

Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? RHAENYS. The clothes smell like Corlys, are three sizes too big for her and let her run around the castle like the feral dragon lady that she is.

Which one spends all day running errands and which one says, “You remembered [thing], right?” The… servants?

Which one does the posing while the other draws? Rhaenys does the posing and Corlys does the drawing. She is his greatest muse.

Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts? Corlys. He’s rich and has zero (0) problems about spending his money on his wife. Expensive fabrics look better on her, anyway.

Which one screams about the spider and which one brings it outside? Corlys does the screaming or the “manly gasping.” Rhaenys looks at the spider and goes, “a new friend!”

Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Corlys. This man has been SMITTEN by Rhaenys since day one. She’s the only one who can win him back from the sea.

Who comes home to see that the other brought a puppy? Corlys. Rhaenys loves all animals and will take in any that she can get her hands on. Except for crabs. Never crabs.

Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Corlys. He often uses it as another excuse for some physical contact. Plus, having Rhaenys wrapped around his back brings him comfort in the knowledge that she’s safe with him.

Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? RHAENYS. For the first few months of their marriage, Corlys kept his distance with Meleys. But now, they’re a reluctant bromance in which Corlys bribes Mew Mew with cabbage to stay on her good side.

#thank you for coming to my tedtalk #i’ve had this in my drafts forever #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #rhaenys x corlys #meleys #hotd #superlatives with me lol

[lesbianwriter]

“It’s really come to this,” Superhero muttered to herself, her hand dragging across the damp, moss-covered stones.

The corridors stretched and spanned into a labyrinthine maze. Occasionally there would be a crack in the endless paths of stone. A door, a torch, a spiral stairwell. But none of them were what Superhero needed. What…who…she needed was in the very center of the compound.

Her shoes landed in a puddle with a splash; the sound echoed in the halls, and she cursed herself. That was the same puddle she stepped into an hour ago.

Moping to herself, Superhero kept moving at her previous pace. The maze wouldn’t get any easier if she stopped and quit—and maybe, if she got lucky, then a guard would stumble into her and offer assistance. In the long run, it would blow her cover, so she didn’t want the assistance of a guard if she could help it, but there was a time-sensitive reason as to why she was searching for Supervillain’s cell.

—

—

Eventually, she found the door that she was hunting for.

Holding the keys tightly in her hand, she hesitated to unlock it. What if Supervillain wouldn’t help? Hell, if Superhero were locked away in a dark and gloomy maze prison for all the years that Supervillain had been then she wouldn’t help—she would laugh at whoever even thought she’d consider it. Yet there wasn’t much of a choice if Superhero wanted any chance of fixing the mess she’d entangled herself in. 

Whether she liked it or not her only person to turn to was her greatest enemy…and the reunion would be in the last place they ever saw the other.

She shook her head. Wasting time deliberating on her mistakes wasn’t buying her any time—it was wasting it. So  she shoved the key in the lock and opened the door.

“Superhero. Wow, you’ve finally visited. After what? A few hundred years?” Supervillain asked, a smug smirk on her face. She was chained to the center of the room, her knees pressed on the stone, her clothes tattered and worn, but she still looked content as if she was still atop her throne. 

“I need your help.” Superhero admitted ruefully, her tone heavy as if a mountain was rested upon her shoulders. Gods, she hated telling anyone that she was vulnerable, but Supervillain, of all people, was the one she needed to tell. She breathed in. “You were right all along…the gods aren’t the good beings they claim to be.” 

“Well, well. Who was right that you’d come crawling back to me?” Supervillain dramatically moved her chin to rest on her shoulder and look away from her foe. “I’d love to help, but…” she rattled the chains around her wrists. Her smile was wide. Wolfish. Ready to pounce on the opportunity.

After all the years she spent chained down in the maze, she probably dreamed for a situation to get out and wreak chaos on society once again.

“Before I take them off, you need to agree to help me. Promise you won’t betray me. Promise that you’ll behave.” She wouldn’t. Superhero knew it. But she humored herself for the sake of what little sanity she had.

“Sure.” Supervillain winked. “Best behavior, I promise.”

She absolutely would not be on her best behavior.

#superhero x supervillain #villain x hero #hero x villain #my writing #sapphic #writing snippet #heroes and villains #what could go wrong #i’ve had this in my drafts forever

[godofstupidsentences]

I kin Lityerses because I too would have a mental breakdown if two nice lesbians welcome me in their found family

#i’ve had this in my drafts forever #it’s still true #percy jackson #pjo fandom #toa #pjo hoo toa #lityerses #kin character

[apollos-boyfriend]

#icarus speaks #alesa #yeah <3 #i’ve had this in my drafts forever #just never finished bc i didn’t have enough Good alesa pics that weren’t just emotes #but it’s pride month so <3 gay rights!

[gray-isnt-real]

Insidious Kratts - Pt. 1 👹

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It was dark.

Martin stood there in the cold, black abyss. He didn’t know if it was a large room or an open plain of existence. It was so vast, and yet he felt caged as his ragged breathing echoed throughout this unsettling place. Or maybe it was the fact that he was breathing so loud… Maybe that was what made him nervous, how loud he was and the idea that something in the dark could hear him.

He glanced around in the dark, trying to make out faces, forms, anything. There was no light here, except for the spotlight that shone down on him like an arrow on a target. It was a strange, unnerving setup for being alone in an abysmal space. It was almost staged like a nightmare.

“Hello?”

His shaky voice rang out in the darkness. And yet, as he looked around the open space, he got no answer. No answer, except the whispers in the mist. The whispers and quiet screams of agony in the distance, despite being alone here in the dark. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, his throat scratchy and starting to get dry from the cold air.

“Hello?!” Martin called out again. “Anybody there…?”

“…Be quiet.”

He jumped at the whisper in his ear. He turned to face whoever was beside him…and found nothing in the abyss that stared into him.

“What-?”

“He’ll hear you.”

That voice, it was closer. A little clearer. If he wasn’t mistaken, it almost sounded like a child, a little boy… This was ridiculous. He was dreaming this. He had to be.

“…Who? Who will?”

“The man with the red face.”

The little boy’s voice was clear as day, right behind him. Martin turned around and this time, he found he wasn’t alone here in the dark after all. He was here in this foggy abyss with a young boy, no older than ten years, with messy brown hair and dark eyes. He was dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, holding a lantern in his little hand. He looked tired, and despite his age, his dark eyes glimmered in the dark as though he was wise beyond his years.

“If he knows you’re here, he won’t let you leave…” the boy said.

Martin stole quick glances into the vast darkness before looking down at the little boy. There was no one here. There was nothing aside from the faint whispers that made his skin crawl.

“…Just like him.”

The boy pointed straight ahead.

The oldest Kratt turned to follow his gaze, and suddenly, he felt himself run cold. Almost frozen.

The quiet crying of a child rang out from the distance, from behind the red door that had appeared in the void. It was cracked open, scratched up, stained with even darker spots. But the door didn’t bother him as much as the crying did. It sounded familiar- disturbingly familiar. Like it was the crying of someone near and dear to him.

“Help me… Someone help me…!”

The cry for help was followed by the crack of a whip. And the pained screeching that followed broke his heart, twisted his gut so harshly he thought he tasted bile in his mouth. In the moment, he could have sworn that voice sounded like-

“Ronan…?”

“HELP ME…!”

“Ronan!”

The blond jolted up in his cot in a cold sweat, struggling to catch his breath. He felt like he had just come up for air after taking a dive into the deep waters of the ocean, no mask or oxygen handy. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling slightly as though to confirm that this was reality. He was in bed. He was in the Tortuga, with his friends and his brother.

There was no red door.

There was no void.

There was no little boy.

Ronan was safe and sound at home.

Martin did his best to steady his breathing, to take deep breaths and calm himself. It wasn’t real. That dream wasn’t real…

But it felt real.

Just like all the others.

Martin glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was only three o’clock in the morning. He looked around the small room he shared with his brother. The other man was fast asleep, turned over towards the wall. His jacket had been tossed onto the end of the bed. It must’ve gotten warm during the night. And yet, he was freezing as he slowly got himself out of bed. He rolled down his sleeves and put on a pair of socks, and he quietly left the room, leaving Chris to sleep.

The blond brother was wide awake now, cold and an awkward, damp feeling settling in under his armpits thanks to the sweat. He made his way to the commons area, walking around the platform in the middle towards Jimmy’s station. He grabbed a water bottle out of the pilot’s fridge, trying to ignore the chilly breeze of air as he closed it. He cracked the bottle open with his sleeve to quiet the sound, and he glanced around.

It was quiet, aside from the gentle hum of the screens around him. And it was dark. He was almost tempted to turn the lights on, but he didn’t want to wake the team. It was just unnerving, being in the dark after that dream. It was always unnerving after dreams like that. But he hadn’t had them in so long… Martin took a sip and sat down in the nearby hover chair.

He never thought he’d see that Godforsaken place again.

#r-u-having-fun-yet #wild kratts #wild kratts au #short fanfic #gray’s insidious kratts #insidious kratts au #chris kratt #martin kratt #insidious #i’ve had this in my drafts forever

[always-tilting-at-windmills]

#the expanse #amos burton #jim holden #Jamos #ao3 #fanfic #head canon fuel #4x08 #amos appreciation #oh captain my captain #holden gotta holden #poor disassociating bae #holden’s eight hearts reaching out ❤️‍🩹 #i’ve had this in my drafts forever #james broadcast emotions holden #amos is complicated #baltimore #Lydia #holden’s having all the feelings for his best buddy & bae #amos is just a small murderous puppy #roci family dynamics #they need each other #and how they love * trust * depend * on each other #righteous af & murder snuggles bff

[ddepressedbookworm]

#HDJDKJD #i’ve had this in my drafts forever #i can finally post it! #the queen is dead everybody rejoice #shan rambles

[writing-in-mermish]

So one of the tropes I see in a lot of Cinderella stories is the Cinderella's dress is always different than everyone else's. It's unique in color and style. Supposedly more elegant than the rest.

The issue I have with this, is that the historical style doesn’t line up. It makes her look like she’s from a different era than everyone else. And not necessarily in an old fashion way like they insinuate when Cinderella is making her mothers dress in the Disney version. She just feels out of place.

I have found a few exceptions to this. Like the Brandi Cinderella from the 90s, or a couple of fairytale books or a weird animated Cinderella show.

She still stands out in these but it’s not because her dress is a completely different style than everyone else’s. She still has the same style and looks just as beautiful as everyone else but there’s a little extra something that puts her over the top. I prefer this.

But this strange inconsistency gave me an idea for a story. What if her dress does look completely different, but not because it’s just historically weird, but because it’s Fae and that’s why everyone stares at her in the ball it’s because they look at it and,

no, that’s not human made.

That’s why the prince dances with her. That’s why everyone keeps their distance. Everyone knows not to upset the Fae, and whether she’s Fae herself or simply blessed by them, they don’t want to upset her and subsequently the Fae.

#i’ve had this in my drafts forever #and hadn’t looked in there #so it was out of sight out mind #but like #what a fun spin #Cinderella #my writing #fairytale retelling

[liam-summers]

BTVS 2.06 | 2.09

Angel + 😧

#btvsedit #btvs #buffyverse #bangel #Buffy x angel #buffy summers #angel btvs #zanisummers #dailybtvs #bangelgifs #*gif #otp: how's forever? #I’ve had this in my drafts for weeks now and wanted to add more to it but have just not touched it #so here is a little set of confused angel being cute #and Buffy being even cuter #parallels

[justanotherrcblog]

And now, for balance: your top 4 completed RC stories?

Hon mention: Kali: Call of Darkness (Ratan & Lima 💞), Heaven’s Secret (for Mimi & Lucifer, my og RC loml’s) & LOW (just quality 👌)

NB: these are placed in release order (as they were last time too)

Tagging: @zhoras-bitch, @ratanslily , @somin-yin, @haruyuki-sakura, @sazanes, @snow--witch, @aslanvlad, @thestonelady, @lilmeowmeowsagelesath and @theroyalbeaumont

Again, tagged or untagged, if you’re seeing this I’m interested in your answers, so please feel free to contribute 👍

#romance club #rc tag game #newbies: the poster without a name is for Arcanum #relying on the wiki for images #but I had to pick that cover #it’s my fave ❤️ #sorry to my newer RC friends for not tagging you! #but I’ve had this sitting in my drafts forever #& today was a day for posting #not editing #but I see y’all #please feel free to join in

[katzs-current-obsession]

Echo: We’re vode. Ride or die.

Fives: No, we’re troopers. Ride AND die.

Rex: *facepalming* No, you’re idiots.

#I’ve literally had this in my drafts forever #my contribution #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper echo #clone trooper fives #domino twins #clone captain rex #captain rex #the 501st #501st battalion #501st shenanigans #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes

[embarrassinglastwords]

Stsg + Mitski lyrics ✨

“they’ll never know how i’d stared at the dark in that room, with no thoughts, like a blood-sniffing shark”

“i wish you could take me upstate to the little place you would tell me about”

“it’s been you and me since before i was me. without you, i don’t yet know quite how to live”

“and all the quiet nights you bear, seal them up with care. no one needs to know they’re there for i will hold them for you”

“i know that i ended it but why won’t you chase after me?”

“i don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memory, i’m not the girl i ought to be

but maybe when you tell your friends you can tell them what you saw in me and not how i turned out to be”

here’s a playlist dedicated to them told by mitski

PT 2

#mitski writes for satosugu #i’ve had this in my drafts forever trying to figure out how i wanna format it #but i give up cause they drive me crazy #I KNOW I JUST DID A POST OF THEM WITH LYRICS AND IM SORRY BUT I ONLY THINK ABOUT THEM NOW #jujutsu kaisen #jjk s2 #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #stsg #batpostingships #character playlist #batplaylists #mitski #satoru gojo #suguru geto

[luuxxart]

embrace divinity reject satanism

#DOES IT MAKE MORE SENSE FOR IVY TO BE A BIBLE THUMPER??? YES. HOWEVER #this was a lot funnier in my head so :) #fire emblem engage #fire emblem #fe #fire emblem ivy #fire emblem Hortensia #fire emblem diamant #ivymant #I’ve had this sitting in my drafts forever andjsjskdk

[crisis-on-infinite-batblogs]

Detective Comics #530

I bring you this gift of little ginger Jason with his little rucksack on his back, running away from the new home he won’t allow himself to want, and leaving behind all the love he cannot see🥺

#he just wanted to be loved okay? #(pretty sure this is the first time he meets Nocturna too!) #I’ve had this sitting in my drafts forever #ginger lad #Jason todd #Precrisis!Jason