#this is a draft from like a year ago

[tencentbounty]

having so much fun in class right now

#i don’t condone #doing meth #this is a draft from like a year ago

[mothcpu]

love this thing

#ULTRAKILL #mirage #mirage ultrakill #use whatever pronouns youd like for M on my posts btw think he deserves a bit of gender fuckery #eternally clearing out drafts these are from months ago and i have shit going at least a year back. just take them

[philsbrownquiff]

I keep on thinking about how Dan specifically said it was MORE than just romantic, and I can’t help but draw the lines between that moment and every time Dan calls Phil his best friend. That’s what that means to me, that their relationship isn’t just romantic, it’s SO MUCH more. It’s friendship, it’s companionship, it’s mumaging, encouragement, acceptance, as well as defiance and “I’ve got to be honest with yeh or we’re not going to get anywhere”, it’s taking care of each other.

It’s so different from so many relationships I’ve seen (and been in) where they are together romantically but that’s about it. There’s not any career support, maybe you’re barely even friends. Some couples don’t trust each other or know one doesn’t accept the other for who they are. I’m sure Dan knows this, but sometimes it’s so hard to comprehend if you haven’t experienced it. Because at the core of good relationships, you ARE friends. You’re best friends. I’ve also had a relationship like this where I was dating my BEST friend, and it never felt incorrect to refer to her as such, especially in the company of friends. In some instances, it made more sense for me to refer to her like that

#this was in my drafts from like two years ago #dan and phil

[thespineoftherighteous]

when Andrew is on press duty and has not been offered any sort of incentive to put any energy into it (sports interviews are SO freaking tedious) he's like Travis Scott in that video like "how do your pants not fall down?" *long pause* "belt."

#I'm going through my old old drafts and well. cracking myself up #this is from like two years ago #aftg #andrew minyard #mine aftg #bangers

[sandboxer]

the evolution of Phoenix and Edgeworth’s friendship after Phoenix becomes an attorney is so interesting to me. at the highest level, they go from one-sided-enemies to close friends. but there’s a really complicated point that spans the end of AA1 through Edgeworth’s return in JfA where they’re in this complicated limbo of not-strangers, not-enemies, not-entirely-friends. there’s clearly an immense amount of mutual respect and admiration between them, but I almost think that one was one of the largest barriers to their friendship. through Farewell My Turnabout, their relationship is almost entirely based on their careers, and there’s something almost sacred/untouchable (and, philosophically, Platonic) about their commitment to pursuing justice together. their early friendship is entirely defined by their agreement to push each other in court in order to bring about goodness.

and a relationship built entirely on Virtue and Justice is clearly admirable—but how does that translate into casual friendship? do you laud righteousness in the courtroom and then go get big macs together? I think both of them would almost see that as a degradation of the thing they’d built together. they both revere their relationship. 

and that righteous (but ultimately untenable) relationship satisfies their desire for closeness for a while. it satisfies until Edgeworth dies and Maya is kidnapped, and the dam breaks, and Phoenix needs to rely on Edgeworth as Edgeworth has relied on him. turning that friendship into something that includes emotions and flaws and even casualness must have been terrifying for both of them. but it was necessary in order to change their relationship from one where Phoenix and Edgeworth push each other to their limits in the courtroom to reach a just verdict to one where Edgeworth can relax and enjoy himself at Phoenix’s daughter’s magic shows.

#found this in my drafts from like a year ago lol #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #c thinks

[corvidfeathers]

when revolutionary girl utena said “growing up confined by gender roles and idolizing a position of nobility and protective power, and then realizing you can claim that for yourself regardless of gender roles” but THEN “the idea of being someone else’s sole ‘protector’ and making decisions for them dehumanizes them even if you’re doing it in a way that subverts gender expectations the real love is giving them agency over their own self and future” fuck

#Hello I just found this in my drafts from like two years ago when I finished watching utena for the first time #it remains true #revolutionary girl utena #rgu

[jennalouisecolemans]

#offended

#dwedit #doctor who #nineedit #rorywilliamsedit #elevenedit #rosetyleredit #moffatedit #rtdedit #doctor x rose #eleven #nine #rory williams #amy pond #rose tyler #both scenes were hell to color so i gave up #** #gifs #but hey look at me giffing doctor who again for the second time in less than 2 months #i just got a new laptop and intend to finally finish drafts from like 5 years ago

[newvision]

The smile Hannibal gives Will in Digestivo always strikes me every time I watch it. Up until that point every act of violence Will has committed was in some way or another civilised. Now we know Hannibal does appreciate civility, but in the final scene in Wrath of the Lamb, when they commit their brutal pack hunting, Hannibal rips out Dolarhyde’s throat with his bare teeth, which poses a stark contrast to the way his violence is shown in earlier episodes. I think that Digestivo shows the only inevitable outcome of their relationship. Will, without looking at Hannibal and without actively being pushed to do it, commits to violence with his mouth, his teeth. Immediately after, he looks at Hannibal, who’s ecstatic at seeing his own need in Will. It’s not that he’s manipulating Will into being a cannibalistic murderer, he’s coaxing those tendencies out of him. Will bites Cordell the same way Hannibal bites Dolarhyde. Hannibal’s face says how beautiful he thinks that act was, Will actually uses his words. They really are a mirror

#found this in the drafts from like a year ago #hmmmmmmm #emmys thoughts on Hannibal #Hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #Will Graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal analysis #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy

[georgeaddo]

Tomb Raider: Definitive Edition (2014) dev. Crystal Dynamics

#gamingedit #tombraideredit #tredit #tomb raider #lara croft #*tr #*val #dailygaming #gamingladiesedit #videogamewomen #deleting drafts like oh here's edits from 2+ years ago

[ace-trainer-risu]

look the thing about john gaius is that he is of course a Bad Man who has done bad things like slaughter cows, destroy the earth in nuclear armeggedon, attempt genocide, and live stream. but at the end of the day he is just a funny little guy who says things like "what would I know, I'm only god," and I simply cannot hate him. I mean should we put him in acid jail? Yes. absolutely. acid jail for god for ten thousand years. but I think they should let him out sometimes to say funny little things too. like a court jester, but god and covered in acid.

#the locked tomb #john gaius #was going thru my drafts and found this from like a year ago #and uh yeah. Masterpiece. Hit post. #I just want to rotate John around and around in my head like a rotisserie chicken. covered in acid.

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

i was in a fog, i didn't notice everything was coming all apart inside of me

#this is like an edit i would have made 10 years ago and i'm leaning tf in #vintage style!!!!!! #i've decided to post this cringe and sincere edit that lived in my drafts just to add some variety to my good omens posting #romangerri #roman x gerri #successionedit #succession #mine #lyrics are from 'you were a kindness' by the national #a song that is so romangerri s4 to me

[mokutone]

first day of @tendaysoftenzo !! the prompt is:

Day 1, November 1st: Tenz-O-Ween (Holidays) | Supernatural 

I went with Yamato telling a (immersive) ghost story! this has been a fragment of an idea in my head for a while and this prompt gave me the shove i needed to actually put pencil to paper.

obviously as it is right now it's unfinished, the tree still needs to be drawn in a lot more detail w/ more human bones around it, and the whole thing is in pencils—when it IS done, i intend for it to be a linework-heavy black and white piece, but that won't be for a little while 'cause we've got 9 more days of tenzō to go!!!

the entity that yamato is talking about is somewhat-loosely based on the Jubokko (樹木子, "tree child") which as far as I'm aware is a fictional yōkai created by Shigeru Mizuki.

#tendaysoftenzo #naruto #my art #yamato #comics #tenzō #yamato tenzō #kakashi #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #sai #sai yamanaka #horror #violence mention #im absolutely not the first or the last person to connect tenzō to the jubokko fjjsjfjsj its a really really tempting connection #mostly the thing i adapted about the jubokko was its ability to make noise—that isn't mentioned as far as i'm aware #but i wanted tenzō to be doing something more to actively frighten the kids...and he has that voice altering skill u remember? #from when he pretended to be sasori's puppet? #so i thought that would be a fun way to bring that back... #i had had parts of the script for this written for at least a year but i only started drafting it like two days ago #so this was a real rush job #i decided the one thing i focused hard on was going to be trying to do speech bubbles the ''right'' way instead of phoning it in #and so far it looks pretty good i think. i made a couple dodgy choices but its ok #my favorite parts in this comic are naruto narrowly missing hitting sai. naruto gripping sakuras shoulder... weird woodclone yamato... #and sai's final nervous face on the last page

[gurenkurosen]

alright let's test this out

couple sketchbook pages from awhile ago

#my art #sketches #fursona #oc:rinji #pokemon #zangoose #fun fact this is the first draft i did of my current 'sona in the first/second pic from about a year and a half ago #also the zangoose was sketched from a piece by an artist on pixiv that just vanished like they wiped everything and it sucks

[unvexes]

fuck you! i’m gonna kick your ass!!

#all the gifsets from this show were made like six years ago #needed to fill the void of content bc i heart hmb sm #holy musical b@man #hmb #starkid #brian holden #joe walker #gif #gifset #.gif #has this been sitting in my drafts for a month… maybe. you’ll never know (yes. it has) #im queueing it so i dont keep forgetting to post it. #queue

[gorewhore-bitchboi]

the boys roasting Dan’s hair.

From the commentary track featuring Bruce Abbott and Jeffrey Combs on the “Bride of Re-Animator” Blu-Ray

#bride of re-animator #bride of reanimator #jeffrey combs #Bruce Abbott #babys #i found this in my drafts today lmao. from like two years ago #i think i was trying to space out my uploads but then i just forgor

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #this is based on a Horikoshi sketch from a year or so ago and a WEBTOON I was obsessed with at the time #there’s some Bakugou x reader and bakudeku x reader if you squint #original draft had them very poly coded and it might still be there whoops #also slight Yandere!Deku at the end whoops #erm here’s your Halloween special for the year 👉🏾👈🏾 #I will hopefully be back shortly with another piece ✌🏾 #I mean it bc I have a few requests I actually like that I’m working on and a big fic that’s been years in the making #the big fic probs won’t get any notes tho 🫣 #tumblr did not like this one 😭😭😭 she wouldn’t save it was crazy #thought my thing was too long but it’s only 4 pages on Google docs so #shawty was tripping #yes I did listen to Frankenstein the musical while I wrote this wdym