#you can call it cheesy

[donelywell]

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

[cheesyz]

doodled some randomized ii ships!!

[kimwexlersponytail]

The only thing that kept me going was knowing you were here.

[kingsofgaytham]

What I love most about the final sequence in episode 3 is that it actually isn't Stede simply rescuing Ed. In the purgatory, he doesn't pull him up or unties the rope. In reality, Stede also doesn't touch Ed's body until his hand starts twitching and he starts fighting to stay alive - before that he just sits near and talks, and he manages to reach the last bit of life left in Ed. The vision of Stede in purgatory gives Ed hope, a promise of a future, of a home - warmth, food, intercourse (orgasm). Things he knows he'll miss. Ed chooses to live because now, the one person that understood him to his core, is there - and the scene with Izzy, where despite them not being together for who knows how long, Stede knows Ed would either watch the world burn or die trying, and he still loves Ed and chooses him. Izzy thinks he knows Ed best because they've worked together for so long and he believes (used to believe?) Stede was the worst possible thing for Blackbeard and that's the moment it hits him - he is the one that doesn't know the true Ed, he couldn't even imagine it would be so bad because his idealised version of Blackbeard didn't consider the person under the pirate. Stede met Ed few weeks earlier and already fully understand the way his brain works. He doesn't have to see Ed to know how he'll react.

And then Edward. Poor, broken Edward that believes the worst about himself and materialises it in Hornigold who in this version left the piracy and lives a peaceful, quiet life, something that Ed wishes he could have. He is deeply mentally unwell, the drugs and alcohol sure made it worse but still, Ed wants to live. Just not as Blackbeard/the Kraken. He just doesn't see a reason for it.

Mermaid Stede appears and brings in the light that was so painfully absent from Ed's life. He doesn't choose to live just for Stede, but now he knows there is at least one person that cares for him and that means, maybe - just maybe, he can learn to care for and love himself. The fact Stede stays with him underwater for as long as Ed needs to think it through and figure it out for himself - the rope unties itself, the smile that was gone so long finally appears again. The feeling of being known and the hope that he can become Ed, or Jeff, or whatever version he wants, because despite it being incredibly hard - now he isn't walking that road alone.

[jackblackhotelmirror]

yours - an alastor fanfic (18+)

this is my first smut fic so please be patient lol... i wrote it for myself like last month but after seeing all the horny alastor girlies on my feed, i thought i'd share it here.

also i hate doing y/n fics so i just named the reader Lucretia since i was listening to sisters of mercy while writing it.

The night fell cool over Hell and devoured the bleeding city in darkness. I stood silently at my window, gazing out from the hotel and staring up at the sky, wondering who or what was above this devilish place. I don’t remember being alive. 

There was a guttural groan from the streets, the sound of vehicles whipping in and out of the village center, but otherwise, silence. For a moment, I heard Angel lamenting in the hallway, but he slammed the door and piped down. I knew Charlie and Vaggie were asleep, and Angel would surely pass out on his bed in a moment’s time. As for me, I couldn’t sleep.

Knock.

What was that? 

Knock. 

From my door was a rapping sound. Someone was at my door… at this hour?

Removing myself from the window, I crept across the room. There were no peepholes in the wood, so opening the door at any point for anyone could cost your life. I hesitated. I debated asking for identification. 

“Lucretia?”

The static. The subtle echo. The peppy tone. I recognized that voice.

I opened the door. Even in the dead of night, he was dressed in his velvet suit, sharp as a tack. “Hey, Alastor.”

Grinning, he stared me down. His hands were crossed behind his back, standing tall as a mountain, but his ears were sunken. His eyebrows furrowed– not in a manner of anger, but in a manner of suspicion.  

“Hello, my dear! How are you this morning?”

“Alastor, it’s midnight.”

“Oh, how correct you are, dollface!”

His lips quivered as he stopped talking. We gazed into each other’s eyes, and I couldn’t figure out what he wanted. Had I forgotten to do something I promised? Were we engaged to go somewhere now? I had always been one to forget.

“Uh…” I didn’t break contact from the crimson rings in his eyes. “Can I help you with something?”

Snap.

The atmosphere had cracked. I watched his shoulders tense up. His eyes widened. His fur stood up on his neck. Nonetheless, he continued to grin. “May I step in?”

I gestured him into my room. He waltzed inside and immediately closed the door behind him. My heart began to skip beats. A chilled rush of fear rushed to the surface of my skin. My mind began racing– what could he want? To reprimand me? To recruit me into some villainous plan of his? To kill me? There was no reason for him to see me, let alone to lock us in my room together.

“What is this about?” I asked. I kept a watch on my tone– one wrong intonation and he would slit me from head to toe. 

He looked off to the walls and walked past me, a blank stare draining his face. “I have a favor to ask of you!”

My heart pounded. “Is that so?”

“Yes, my dear!”

He turned to face me. This time, his ears were pined to the sides of his head. His arms hung at his side. His grin softened. His eyebrows fell away from each other, causing his eyes to sharpen. The Radio Demon looked pathetic, as if he were on the run from a hunter.

Softly, he said, “Do you know what happens to me once a month?”

I shook my head.

Once again, he turned his attention to the wall. His shoulders rounded. “Well… you see… oh dear, how embarrassing-” He tapped his foot on the floor. “Well, once a month, I begin to feel… how should I say it?” 

His eyes snapped to mine. “You know how a woman feels during her…  time of the month? Not the bleeding part, oh goodness no, but when she’s fertile?” The enunciation of his words hinted insecurity in what he was saying.

“You begin to feel… strong urges, correct? Well… animals have those urges too.” He glanced down at his tatted fur before looking me in the eyes. “I have an… animalistic nature in my form. So once a month, I begin to get… overly excited. Much against my will, I assure you.”

I blinked. “You’re horny?”

“Don’t say it like that! How obscene!” He smiled and laughed nervously; however, we both knew I was right. “Well, I would go to Angel with this but the Devil knows how long he’d poke fun at me for. Oh, I can see it now: all the eons he’d spend bringing it up in every conversation, how dreadful-”

“Just say it already,” I interrupted. The suspense was going to kill me.

He exhaled and looked to the floor. His smile faded. “I need to mate. If you can find someone that would be willing to… lend her services for me. Obviously I can’t go out looking for one in person– if news got out, it would be the end of my dignity! So if you can find someone who would let me… mate her, I would pay you back splendidly.”

I stood silent. I couldn’t believe what I just heard… Alastor, the Radio Demon, who despised anything to do with sex, was standing in front of me asking to find someone to mate. All those years I’d heard him wail about the unpleasantness of sex and how he’d rather die than give his body up for pleasure had unraveled. 

“Can it be… anyone?” I asked.

“Anyone with lady bits, of course.”

I bite my lip. He watched his feet intensely, chewing his cheek, and nailed his ears onto his head even more. “Well… I could do it.”

He perked up. Looking at me, he asked, “Are you pulling my tail?”

I shook my head. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

He barred his teeth at me and his antlers thickened. “Don’t say it like that,” he said through gritted teeth. “This is not an act of delight. I despise it. If I could avoid it, I would. People only use words like ‘fucking’ if they enjoy it. I don’t. Not with you, not with anyone else. This is purely to stop myself from getting excited at random. You understand, babyface?”

I nodded. 

Pivoting on his heel, Alastor walked to my bed and sat on the edge. He took off his boots to reveal blackened hooves before crawling into the center of my bed. “Now, my dear, what level of play are you expecting before the main course? You know, to get warmed up?”

I opened my mouth to comment on his weird use of words, but I bit my tongue. Sometimes I have to remind myself that he was a man of the ‘30s, and words like ‘foreplay’ weren’t in the encouraged vernacular. His substitutes will have to do. 

“Erm, I suppose a bit.”

His eyes narrowed, tense. “What would you like me to do?”

“I don’t know… touch me?”

The truth was, I was already wet. I had fantasized about a moment like this with him. I’d touched myself to this very scene countless times. My cunt was throbbing just at the sight of him on my bed. I’d always been attracted to him, but never in a million years had I expected to experience this in real life.

I walked over to the bed, sat on the edge, and looked at him. He shifted so that his entire body was facing me. With a single claw, he gently ran it down the inside of my arm. “Like this?”

I smothered a giggle. “Not quite. Maybe touch my-” I caught myself. I couldn’t expect too much of him– I knew he didn’t want to do this to begin with, let alone the bells and whistles. 

“Yes?” He tilted his head again.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my collarbone. “Here.”

His eyes fell to my neck. A red claw traced the bone structure. He seemed mesmerized.

The claw trickled down my collarbone and down my cleavage. The tip of his finger drew over my nipples, drawing circles. A shiver rolled down my spine and I cooed. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I think he noticed. More than anything, he seemed interested in just touching me.

He took both hands and placed them on my ribs, sliding down my sides until he reached my hips. I could feel myself getting hotter, and my underwear began to feel slippery. I tried to breathe slowly. 

“Could you take off your pants?” he asked.

I nodded. Scooting myself down onto my back, I slide my hands into the hems of my pants and guided them off– over my thighs, down my calves, off my ankles. He towered over me as he leaned in. Looking me up and down, he grinned. “You are a beauty.”

I smiled.

Before I knew it, he swung his leg over my hip and straddled me. Grabbing hold of my hands, he pinned me to the mattress. A look of authority shadowed his face as he raised his eyebrows, gripping my wrists. He pushed my thighs open with one of his legs and laid down on me. I could feel him hardening on my stomach. Taking a hand, he reached it down to my underwear and hovered over my entrance. Slowly, a finger skimmed the fabric of my underwear.

“You’re wet,” he said. He didn’t seem particularly emotional about it, but a twitch of his nose led me to believe he was smug about making me flood myself before we even started.

I wiggled myself out of his grasp and rolled my underwear off. As soon as I took my hands off my thighs, he took a claw and ever-so-gently dipped it into my entrance. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply as he traced around my vagina.

I felt him shift his weight off of me and he trailed down to my thighs. Looking up at me from between my legs, he looked me in the eyes as he leaned down and licked my clit. I moaned. His tongue circled my clit while his finger continued to trace the inside of me. He sucked at my lips for a moment, then lapped at my wetness. 

Letting out a grunt, he got onto his knees and pulled down his pants. My eyes widened as he positioned himself above me and lined himself up with my body. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded. 

With a swift thrust, he pushed himself into me. I whimpered– I hadn’t had sex in a while, and my body was not prepared for it, but the short pain subsided and gave way to a new sensation: pure bliss. He stretched me out as he moved into me with no particular rhythm. He stared at the pillow, not at me, but that was ok: it’s what he needed to do.

I didn’t expect it but he took his finger again and slid it between us so that he could rub my clit. I moaned. “Oh my god…”

“Is that ok?” he asked.

I nodded. I grabbed the back of his neck and he grabbed my thigh, pushing it towards the walls so that I could be wider. Over time, he fell into a rhythm, one that was a bit rough but hesitant. His eyes were screwed shut, and I knew he was trying to take himself out of the moment. For whatever reason, I leaned towards him and kissed his neck. I bit at his ear before he flinched, and I stopped. 

Although he wasn’t looking at me, and although he didn’t quite know what he was doing, I thought he looked beautiful. He pushed deeper into me with every thrust and I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes into the back of my head. His dick was fleshy and rubbed against my clit gently, teasing me. He continued to thrust into me before I began to feel a rush of heat roll over my body. Opening his eyes, he said, “You’re dripping wet, sugartits.”

His cock began to pulsate as he went harder and deeper into me. It sped up with every hump, and I could tell both of us were about to come. His nails dug into the small of my back as he leveraged himself to push deeper and deeper into me. The whites of his eyes flashed as he began to moan. “Lucretia… oh my…”

“Fuck me, Alastor.” I didn’t care that he didn’t want to fuck– I wanted to convince him to. 

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer to him as he started to come. He pressed his lips into my neck and whispered, “Good girl. Good girl.”

Our bodies were on fire. I began to scream his name but he covered my mouth with his hand, begging me not to draw attention. He murmured my name into my ear before kissing me deeply. With a final thrust, he slipped a finger into my mouth and whispered, “Oh sweetheart, that was marvelous.” For the first time since he stepped in the door, his smile came back.

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and let out a sigh before pushing up and out of me. I laid there, shaken, in the bed. I watched as he rolled his pants up his legs, fastened his belt, and pulled on his top. 

He turned to look at me. “Thank you, doll.”

I sat up. “Was it any good?”

He froze. Then, after walking over to where I was laying, he placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose and drew a claw across my collarbone. “Well, it was good enough to call you mine forever."

[mantisgodsart]

A watercolor experiment before we finish up Round 1 of voter fraud. Lighting is, unfortunately, a bit wonky - not much we can do about that, so we'll let it lie.

As the dead lay claim to positions they did not earn, the dead must rise to meet them.

[ltlthetrifecta]

You Are My Sunshine

☔️: how do they make up after a fight?

tanbug/tangbug fighting and then making up. pls be kind and gentle w/ my writing. fic/drabble/one-shot requests are open.

ladybug x tangerine: fluff, angst, cheesiness (lots of it) ensues

"Fuck." Tangerine softly let his head bang against the wall in front of him. Ladybug had locked himself in the bathroom mid-argument, something he only did when he was so overwhelmed he just couldn't stand to be in the same room as Tangerine.

They had had a good day, had spent time with Lemon at a board game cafe and had ended the night with dinner at Tangerine's favorite restaurant. The dinner had been going well, so well, until Tangerine's ex-boyfriend had sauntered over to the table like the snake and prick he was.

Ladybug took pride in the fact that he wasn't a jealous or hateful man. But fuck all of that when it came to this man. He knew about Tangerine's past with his ex--he had really done a number on him. Had cheated on him their entire relationship, the last straw being when Tangerine had come home from a mission to see him and his trainer fucking in Tangerine's home, in his bed, with his robe on of all things. I mean fuck--that would've been enough for anyone. But unluckily, for Ladybug it didn't end there. The prick had kept trying to contact Tangerine, especially in the recent months. It had unwillingly become a source of tension for them.

So when Ladybug saw the prick now at the table, he had almost lost it right then and there. Lemon sat there in shock, Tangerine sat there mouth, slightly ajar looking back and forth between Ladybug and him.

"Who's your little friend?" He'd said looking at Ladybug with disdain.

Little friend? This motherfucker, he was Tangerine's fiance that's who. And to his surprise, Tangerine hadn't corrected him, hadn't even told the prick he was engaged. What the fuck was that about? Ladybug could've been wrong (with his limited dating experience and all), but he was sure that when you had a fiance, you introduced them as such.

Hence their current situation. As soon as Ladybug had abruptly stood up looking so upset and hurt, Tan knew he had fucked up. He didn't even know why he had let his ex get to him. He didn't mean anything to him. Not at all. After, he had met Ladybug, the possibility of him loving anyone like he loved him was gone. Ladybug was his everything. His sunshine when his days were dark, the gravity that kept him grounded, one of two reasons he stayed sane even in the times he felt like he might just lose it. No one had ever made him feel the way Ladybug did, so good, so safe, both of which were foreign concepts to him most of his life.

He knocked on the bathroom door softly. "Sunshine?" He heard a small sniffle through the door.

"My love, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking when I introduced you. I wasn't fucking thinking and fuck. I-I. I was just shocked to see him there." Silence.

He had an idea.

"You are my sunshine..." Tangerine started singing softly. He could hear Ladybug pause what he was doing.

"My only sunshine." He heard Ladybug groan softly in the bathroom. He had always hated when Tangerine sang this to him, it was so cheesy he always had to laugh (which is why he loved it). But this time he wanted to be mad and sulky dammit. Nothing as stupid as someone making you laugh when you were mad at them.

Tangerine started smiling softly to himself, he slid down the door to sit on the floor with his shoulder leaned against the frame. "You make me happy--" God, Tan was such a bad singer, Ladybug loved his voice--loved him so fucking much.

"--when clouds are grey. I never told you how much I love you--" he stopped and fell back as the door opened. From his position sprawled on the floor, he looked up at Ladybug, his eyes slightly red and watery, but his face forgiving.

"Please don't take my sunshine away." He sang softly. As Ladybug reached down, he reached up and pulled Ladybug into a hug, both of them now on the floor together.

"Don't ever do that again, Tan."

Tangerine swiped his thumb across his cheek catching a tear before it could fall from those beautiful blue eyes.

"And fuck that fucking prick." Tangerine laughed.

"Yeah, fuck him sunshine."

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Not edited so pls be gentle w/ me. I wanted to get this out there.

[tj-crochets]

So moving means unpacking, and unpacking (for me) includes taking a look at some old notebooks to see what I wrote in them, which means I found my old notebook from the summer of 2014! Which is notable because I started learning to play all the instruments I play in 2013 (except ukulele, which I learned later), and in the summer of 2014 I apparently tried my hand at songwriting (I only have vague memories of this) and the most complete song I wrote was a song complaining about cheesy pickup lines, and I left myself enough notes that it’s still playable!! Even though me back then didn’t really know how to write that down!!!! All that to say, if you know any cheesy pickup lines, in any language*, please share them so I can add more verses to the song. The cheesier the better!  *I only speak English fluently but I know some Spanish and a tiny bit of French and if the pickup line is funny/cheesy enough I am totally willing to learn how to pronounce it 

[patchworkgargoyle]

🦇WIP Wednesday🦇

Thanks so much for the tags, @scoops-stevie and @steves-strapcollection 💖 I'll get this started today so I can work on these tomorrow!

‡ Rules ‡

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

‡ The WIPs ‡

1: i recognise you're a hideous thing inside (steddiebang)

2: mouth of the wolf, eyes of the lamb (kas!eddie)

3: booty (NSFW)

‡ The Snippet ‡

A short bit from: i recognise you're a hideous thing inside

Steve was left reeling alone in the living room, staring down at his wrist. There were faint traces of blood, now drying down to a slight rust-like colour in the wrinkles of his skin, and the puncture marks left from Eddie’s teeth already seemed closed over.

His heart still beat wildly in his chest. The feelings that burst to the surface of Steve’s mind while Eddie drank from him didn’t fade like he hoped they would, they stayed, loud and frantic. Steve still… wanted. Wanted Eddie to keep taking from him, but also–also to take for himself. Wanted to push Eddie down into the couch cushions and see what his blood tasted like in Eddie’s mouth. The thought did little to stop what was left of his blood from rushing south.

Fuck. What had happened to him?

Non-obligatorily tagging the lovely @scarcrossdlvrs, @inairbinad, @thefreakandthehair, @spicysix, @eriquin, @matchingbatbites! Sorry if you've been tagged a bunch already xD

[tiredassmage]

six sentence sunday

Tagged by @sullustangin! Thank you!!!

I was almost like “omg I haven’t worked on anything in weeks what???” and then I sat down at my laptop and had a silly idea beamed directly into my head that I unleashed a few lines of upon a hapless google doc, so I suppose I do, actually. xD Thank you for the unexpected strike of inspo, I suppose? <3

No pressure as always tags <3 @jbnonsensework @kemendin @captainderyn and any other interested writing friends, muts, viewers, etc <3

x-x-x-x-

“You’re not half-bad, ‘Dex.’”

Tyr’s eyes narrowed with the beginnings of a smirk. “Not ‘half-bad’?” He tugged playfully at the collar of his suit jacket before he pressed a quick peck on the tip of Jonas’s nose. “C’mon, the auction’s starting soon and we’ll miss our good seats if we linger.”

Jonas chuckled, sliding in under Tyr’s arm, leaving one hand hooked in the ex-Cipher’s back pocket. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

[lycanthropicture]

"people have got to learn the difference between i liked it and it was good" how about. people should just learn to understand why they like something and what they liked about it. and often that will lead to you saying "oh actually it WAS good. and here's why". or vice versa, if you understand why you dislike something you can say "it WAS bad and heres why". and bc those are opinions theres no objective or technical way to judge art as good or bad. you can say the lighting or editing or music is bad but like. someone somewhere is gonna disagree with you babe. are they wrong?? what if i thought the hunger games used the appropriate amount of shaky cam. then what.

[mishkakagehishka]

For your consideration: matching outfits with Shu.

[caruliaa]

i love when swifties on another site say something dumb and all the swifties on here tear them to shreds for it. anyway u guys r right shake it off is so fun how can anyone hate her honestly. like people say they hate her until she comes on and everyones having a good time but how can you actually hate her

[silverselfshippingchaos]

HIS SMILE...

[arttrampbelle]

Mk11 cons: where do i start? Legit the whole game can be summed up to kindergarteners and dudebros arguing over whos better and its nothing but a dick measuring contest cept all the writers have small micro penis energy and jack shit care for anything but a greedy quick buck and couldn't write a proper fighting game story if their lives depended upon it at gun point.

Mk11 pros: cary hiroyuki tagawa back as shang tsung. That's it.