#left it in my drafts

[larissa-the-scribe]

guys I had this realization the other day that Redwall works really well for reading aloud, and kinda half-remembered something about the author reading to kids? So I looked it up to see if I had made a connection.

And it turns out, yes, actually, because he read aloud to kids at a school for the blind. But all the books they gave him to read were depressing. So he wrote Redwall, a story about heroism and courage and making it through struggles, and filled it with so many sensory, visual details so he could give them something better and I just-- that's so wholesome-- help

#my theory is that all good childrens books are written with LOVE #and he clearly loved these kids #anyway I got kind of emotional at that #as someone who read Redwall as a kid and was inspired to be brave #also I left this in my drafts for a while oops #but yeah I have feelings #redwall #brian jacques #reading #scribe rambles

[menelaiad]

the infamous 'last sighting of a barbary lion in the wild' photo taken by marcelin flandrin (1925) haunts me to my core. there's something so achingly poetic about it.

#this is so random for me but i saw this the other night and it genuinley hasnt left my brain #there's a lot of debate around this subspecies and whether they are #extinct or w/e #hence my wording BUT #this photo and that kinda ....... 'last one in the wild' fact has sTUCK with me #so small. in the space. so alone. walking away. leaving their prints behind. #it honestly nearly moves me to tears if i think about it too much #straight up put this in my drafts last night and now it makes me TOO emotional

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 03x04 Gwaine

the way arthur doesn't push as much as he just shoulder bumps merlin, the way merlin starts running before arthur even makes a move, the way arthur only runs about three steps before stopping. intricate rituals etc etc.

#can't believe i left this in my drafts #what was i thinking #bbc merlin #03x04 #merlin #arthur #merthur #s3

[weirdagnes]

shout to non-human characters with emotional detachment and has a burning desire to feel alive and human but is a lil fucked up in the head. one of my favorite genders fr

#AM #flowey #ib mary #ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #undertale #ut #ib game #this was left in my drafts omshdjsjk #my thoughts

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Lost boys

#mayhem art #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker fanart #obi wan kenobi fanart #star wars art #this one was sitting in my drafts for about a month. idk why I was holding onto it -cries- anyway #this is shortly after Qui-Gon's death. Both of their lives just got flipped upside down. Anakin is traumatized by having to leave #his mother behind‚ then his Master's sudden death‚ and he's left with no certainty in his future. #Obi-Wan just witnessed his Master die‚ helplessly‚ then having to take care of this little human in his Master's stead‚ meanwhile feeling #wholly inadequate to be so suddenly knighted let alone immediately becoming a Master and taking responsibility for another being. #Both of them losing the constants in their lives. left uprooted. the only anchoring point being each other. #I imagine Obi-Wan wouldn't reach out to Anakin first‚ but if Anakin expressed compassion with him‚ grief‚ and his need to feel secure‚ #Obi-Wan wouldn't turn him away #this was just my excuse to give them a proper soothing hug in their time of mourning

[tezzbot]

I really like the headcanon that a very select amount of people are allowed to actually call Tails 'Miles' and Shadow is on that list, it's very cute to me ^_^

#sth #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #mydoodles #accidentally left this sitting in the drafts lol whoops #that sonic in the top right is my favourite sonic I've drawn so far tbh #I meant to put a table behind them in that second “panel” but whatever lol implied table #Blaze is another who Tails is fine with using Miles for him because she preferred to not use the nickname until she felt close enough to hi #that she like felt it was acceptable hehe #princess etiquette brain #anyway shout out to people who draw shadows bike I'm certainly never doing it again LOL #to be fair I did not use reference.. I simply did my best

[raepliica]

one of these nights

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash centric? #vashwood #<- if u want it to be #its about the codependency of it all🤌 #going back to my old art from this past summer and trying to finish them part.1 #tried to fix the dialogues so many times bc no they wouldnt fcking say that #was reading trimax vol.1-2 at the time so i got inspired to sprinkle some of the slight tension they had going on👍👍 #vash turning miserable & acting like a dog who got left in a cardboard box under the rain when the guy who keeps him in check leaves shortl #if 98' vash is the silly over-drinking with strangers type when he's by himself then trimax vash is the moppy lone wolf drinker #i need more miserable drunk vash #also the way i ended the last page unintentionally makes it look like the prequel to my <Heartbeat> comic haha #drafted both around the same time and i didnt even realize #raepliica_art

[riense]

#last ones for today #anyway I think I have nothing decent left in drafts #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #my art #fanart #sketches #traditional art

[thebaratie]

BANG x2!

#one piece #black leg sanji #sailors log #redraw of an old piece from my main! #can’t believe the original is already almost 2 years old #thanks everybody who’s stuck around :] #the original suddenly got so many notes last night.. left this in the drafts too long I guess

[zu-is-here]

homme fatal ♡

#zu art #shattered dream #undertale #undertale au #utmv #music #ask #food for your eyes food for your soul ♪ #I'm so unwell about this man you know? ♡ #I sketched this back in December and just left in my drafts for ''better times'' (now) :'D

[userbearman]

jenson button's advice to ollie bearman: "don’t rush it. the journey is a big part of you getting to formula 1. when you’re in formula 1, you feel the stress - as you see in a lot of drivers in the paddock. it’s the journey of getting there that’s just as good and just as important as your time in f1."

#f1 #ollie bearman #jenson button #mexico gp 2023 #oliver bearman #f1edit #.mine #i forgot to upload this and left it in my drafts #i think now is a good time to bring this back...? #jenson: don't rush it #carlos' appendix: alright bet

[mothcpu]

absolution

#ULTRAKILL #gabv1el #gabriel #V1 #id in alt #these are from about a year ago back when the act II/6-2 update dropped so they look a little different but (shrug) just take em #you have no clue how much is still left in my drafts btw I could post 2 straight months of ultkl just from years of backlog OTL

[pastelhooman]

[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]

"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."

----- ID under break -----

A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.

"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"

"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.

Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"

the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.

"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.

Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.

----- End of ID -----

#sorry if the ID is weird it happens everytime i tried to ID my comics it turned into psuedo-fics- #the cap is the prompt btw #the exchange is basically secret santa except it was in may lol #it was incredibly fun to work on this!! #and originally i drafted this to be like 4 pages and it got longer and l o n g e r and i was like oh no #all is good i made the deadline dont worry #yeah only some ten minutes left before it was overdue lol #oh and the event was last month i just procrastinated and didnt post it on anywhere except fb mb #half the reason was because i do NOT know how to ID and half way through it was feeling like writing a fic and that took. time #didn't help that i started writing when i was very sleepy and basically forgot about it for weeks #wElL aNyWAys #hope you enjoy this <3 #i really really love the prompts that i was given there were 3 in total but i only did one #they were all superb #vashwood #woodvash #wvw #vwv #wv #vw #trimax #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun manga #vash the stampede #vash trimax #wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood trimax #wvw exchange event 2023

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc prompt #this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B #thanks for being my little stress ball danny #aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts #in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au #my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience #do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed #therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging. #she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be #*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so #just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i #danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'. #danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o #the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀

[neocentral]

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, drugging, stepbrother!jeno x reader

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Jeno knows it’s wrong but no one seems to get him off quite like you can. Jeno thinks it’s because there’s really nothing you can do in state of unconsciousness. When you’re so pliable for him to do as he pleases.

He sees you in his old, worn t-shirts accompanied by soft, thin panties, and even softer thighs. It’s like you draw him in intentionally with the way your legs spread in your deep sleep, and his shirt rides up to your waist, the washed out blue contrasting the color of your underwear.

Your chest moves steadily, deep, peaceful inhales followed by slow exhales. He can feel your breath against his fingers as he runs a gentle hand over your clavicle, testing the waters. Had it worked? You didn’t move. In fact, there was no indication of disruption at all. Jeno’s stomach flutters as the ghost of a smile pulls at his lips.

Jeno takes his time, soaking in every inch of your body as if it was his first time seeing it. Though, that was far from the truth. Jeno had been doing this for some time, slipping fine powder into your dinner as soon as backs were turned. Your father, his mother, and you were oblivious to his actions.

Jeno had just been so desperate the first time, having spent far too much time without any sexual satisfaction. You were so pretty that first day, kindly helping his mother prepare supper in a short sundress, a pure lightly colored pink and his fingers itched to dance over your figure, slip inside your soft walls and split you open to prepare you for his impatient cock. So when he thinks back to the drugs that had been dropped into his hands by a smirking Haechan, Jeno had acted on impulse. And he had yet to regret it.

You smell of vanilla, sweet and light, and Jeno absorbs the scent as he makes his way down your body and back up you legs. Jeno’s nose brushes your upper thigh as he inhales deeply, searching for your natural musk. He digs in closer as he senses it, pressing his face against the seat of your panties, using his tongue to poke at your hole and his nose to nudge at your bud through the barrier of fabric. You don’t stir, leaving him with access to your heat.

You are just as tight around his fingers as you were the first time, clenching down two of his fingers as he works them in and out. Jeno pushes the shirt you wore up further, pressing kisses to your belly as his thumbs work on sensitive buds, one on your heat and the other on your sensitive chest.

Arousal pools around his fingers, and Jeno’s mouth makes its way to your core, flicking his tongue and collecting the smallest bit of wetness. He rolled it across his mouth, savoring the taste as it fused with his saliva. The taste awakened something within him, screaming at him to use you brutally like he had so many nights before.

He bares his teeth as he makes his way up your body again, stopping to pull your flesh between his teeth and pull meanly, freeing his length as he does so. The leaky tip meets your core, lining itself up perfectly to your hole that squeezes around nothing, calling for his cock to fill it.

Jeno pushes inside with one quick thrust and his pace starts immediately, fast snaps of his hips meeting the insides of your thighs he desperately holds on to. He groans, deep and guttural as he stares down your abdomen taking in the curves.

Jeno bites his lip to keep his groans at bay, opening his ears to detect any movement within the house. It’s silent, as it usually was, but his mother was on edge ever since you confided in her, informing her of the soreness between your thighs and tender spots across your body. She tried to come up with excuses, anything to remove the wrinkle from between your brows, but you seemed less and less convinced as more time passes, and she seemed to be running out of explanations. His mother was a light sleeper when there was something so serious on her mind.

Jeno feels himself inch towards his climax as he thinks of what would happen if he was interrupted. If his mother or your father caught him ruthlessly using you, treating you like nothing short of a doll in your sleep, causing the mysterious pain that plagued your mind.

The thought has Jeno cumming, dull alarm rising in his mind as he realizes he hadn’t worn a condom this time. Jeno doesn’t stop until the last drop of him is shoved into your pussy. Watching the stream of pearly white semen slide out of your opening. He let himself wonder what excuse you could come up with to explain the unmistakable substance currently ruining your sheets.

#tw noncon #tw stepcest #tw somno #tw drugging #I have a some things left in my drafts but feel free to send in reqs ! #I have nothing to do #starring... jeno ! #screenplay… #[NEO] play… #dark!jeno #stepbrother!jeno #jeno x reader #jeno smut #jeno hard hours #nct hard hours #jeno imagines #nct x reader #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream hard hours #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic #jeno fanfic #nct #nct dream #jeno

[thecoolsquirrel]

#one night as i was slowly falling asleep I thought of this drawing but I had missed a wonderful opportunity by replacing sebeks text #with the vine dADDY? DO I LOOK LIKE- #But now yknow that the thought was considered #my art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanart #twst art #twst #disney twst #twst artwork #twst sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #i designed children #arnt they cute? #say theyre cute rn- #OKAY AND JUST IN CASE I SWEAR ITS NOT A SEBEK AND SILVER LOVE CHILD THING I CAN ALREADY SEE SOMEONE ASKING BECAUSE OF THE CHILD ON THE LEFT #BUT ITS NOT #twst fanart #*this has been in my drafts for 2 months kadmksdm