#i want my style to be more simple...hmmm

[d0llyrat]

I love them so much do you guys understand me ☹️☹️☹️

[sysig]

Very important to implement a goof-off break (Patreon)

[eskymoos]

Levi Ackerman- The Richest Man in the World

You wanted to make a normal date with Levi more fun and unconventional, but you forgot that he can read you like an open book. Word count- 1409 Female reader x Levi Ackerman SFW

Dating Levi Ackerman can be very exciting. From under the sheets to simple, humble dinner dates. He always has a way of making it memorable for both of you. There is one occasion in particular, however, that will never slip your mind.

It was a hot summer day in Trost when the two of you headed for the heart of the city. There was no end goal other than to put your responsibilities aside and save up some time for each other. You were having an amazing time when a great idea came to your mind. 

There was a tall building on your left– a multifloored store for dresses of all sorts. Green, red, blue. Short, long, exotic. All of it in one place. You weren't surprised considering that many wealthy people lived here and most of them could easily afford to fill their wardrobes with clothes. Your eyes turned to stars and your jaw dropped.

''Hey, why don't we go inside?''

You suggested that and Levi, who was holding your arm to his chest like a gentleman, glanced over at the entrance. ''Hmmm? You like something?''

''Not yet. Come on.'' You urged and he didn't set you back. The Captain followed right after you, curious as to what you had in mind.

The place really was huge and the store owners gladly welcomed you inside, inviting Levi to sit over at a sofa and observe for now. You began looking at every dress, mesmerized at how amazing all of their designs were. 

But there is another thing that you couldn't ignore. You wondered if the reason you never wore dresses is because your body type just didn't allow it or because your budget was too small. Nonetheless it all made you hesitate a bit. You went quiet for a moment.

''Are you okay?'' Levi inquired, already sipping on a cup of tea he was brought while you were zoned out. 

''Yeah.'' You clicked your tongue and resumed the search.

It was best you kept your worries to yourself. You knew Levi was always one to watch over you and be sensible. You didn't want to feel like you've wasted his time so you chose to pretend that none of the dresses were up your alley.

The first one you tried on was truthfully ugly. You didn't have to fake the reaction. The color made your nose scrunch in disgust.

''I feel like a disco ball. There are too many beads,'' you murmured and your gaze ran to your quiet boyfriend. Levi was silent but his eyes were burning right through you. He took another long sip and said nothing. No sign of any emotion. 

Then you tried another one on. It was very beautiful but too long and tripped you over a couple of times. 

''It's my style but too long. I would need them to shorten it.'' You looked down and realized that not even your legs were visible through the material.

Levi was still watching and still saying nothing. You're beginning to wonder if this is boring for him.

Then your interest was piqued by three others. Unlike the first ones, you actually had luck this time. The dresses were the perfect size, shape and color. In fact, they resembled the ones you used to read about in your books. It was a fantasy brought to your reality. 

But you couldn't have Levi know that or else you'd have to tell him how this entire time you didn't have the money for any of this. You know he wouldn't mock you but the guilt would eat at your heart.

''It's…something. These are getting progressively worse, don't you think?'' You asked for his input, finding his sitting reflection in the mirror. Once more his mouth didn't open to speak but his focus went up and down on you. Was he eye fucking you or judging your horrible taste? 

After a few minutes of doubtful thoughts and inner regret, you shrugged your shoulders.

''Well it's fine. I'm glad that we came here at least. Maybe next time I will buy myself something.'' You explained, sighing deeply. What nobody knew was that if you could, you'd collect every single piece of clothing in this building. That dream owned your soul. 

You put on your casual clothes and walked out the fitting room to Levi who stepped closer to you and brushed the hair out of your face. For a moment you got the idea that he was telling you something telepathically but you didn't know what.

''You are beautiful.'' He leaned in to tell you, his voice raspy yet smooth. 

The two of you left, saying goodbye to the workers inside. Your gut shrunk a bit. You didn't know what to feel about what just happened.

And so, the arrows of the clock kept looping and two days passed by. You heard a knock on your door.

You opened it to see Petra and Oluo– two very loyal members of Levi's squad. He had told you many times about them but you rarely saw them.

''Is everything okay?'' You rush to ask, already overthinking what could be happening.

''Oh yeah.'' Petra grinned warmly and lifted a strange, enormous bag in her hands. ''The Captain told us to bring this to you. Enjoy.''

The two nodded respectfully, deserting you there with your own thoughts and a lot of confusion. Why exactly would Levi send you something? The two of you lived together so wouldn't it make sense that he directly handed it to you?

You brushed off all questions and checked the contents of the delivery. Your eyes turned big and round when you saw the three exact dresses you fell in love with the other day. But how? You gave it your best to hide what you felt and even acted repulsed but somehow Levi saw through your disguise. Now it makes sense why he was looking so attentively at you. He was studying your face bit by bit as if it were some kind of science. He knew just what you had on your mind.

All of them were crazy expensive which made you freak out a bit. The Captain went out of his way to purchase them without even looking at the price tag? The idea that he went back for that made your heart melt. It also angered you a bit that this entire time he kept quiet and acted natural while you put up an act.

What a foxy man.

A small note fell off the bag onto the ground and you picked it up to see what was written on it.

Come to my office when you can. Bring the dresses.

Levi

Excited to hear from him, you did just that. You flew out of the house wildly and mounted your horse, heading for the location.

When you arrived, you opened the door to find Hange and Erwin inside, having a conversation with Levi.

Levi looked at you instantly and a spark began dancing in the coldness of his blue eyes. 

''Hange, Erwin, see yourself out,'' he commanded in a reserved tone. Erwin gave him a nod and greeted you idly before exiting. Hange did too, but not before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

''Don't know what you've done to him but he's not himself today.''

You gave them a baffled look. 

''Is that good?''

Hange just grinned, not elaborating any further. They stepped out and shut the door which left just you and Levi in the room. The air turned thick and hard to breathe for a moment.

''Levi, you spent all these money on–''

''Try them on.'' He cut you off, standing up from his seat and approaching you. ''Put them on again. This time be genuine with what you think.''

You sucked in your lower lip and try to formulate a sentence. ''It's too much. It's just too much. I can't possibly pay you back.''

He reached out and pulled you in his arms, his intonation full of sheer affection and pure devotion. ''That's not for you to worry. I want you to try them on and tell me if they need any adjustments.''

You put both hands on his shoulders, ''Are you sure?''

His face moved closer, his mouth caressing your ear. ''Why would I say it if I don't mean it?'' He chuckled. And before you could do what he requested you to, he took your hand and stole your attention momentarily to speak what was on his mind this entire time: ''You make me the richest man in the world, you know that?''

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[linked-maze]

Hi! I don’t remember if I told you I loved your art style before so I’m saying it again and you’ll have to accept the love ❤️

I’m curious. In LM, do you have any favorites? I love all my own boys, but some I tend to draw more than others. XD I was wondering if you have the same thing.

also please give Warrior and Sky my love

you just caught me in the middle of having a crying crisis in my room. This comment helped me- I thank you deeply. anyway! yeah, I do indeed have my favorites!! wild and Warrior are my favorites to write cuz they have my issues XD But when it comes to drawing it depends on what mood Im in! I love drawing War and Sky cuz then I get to draw sexy fat dudes- Oh, but the Twili twins have feral features! drawing Angel with a sexy pose is so much fun! XD And with Four I have great plans for him in the future. He is so animated! and so is Bunny! Absolutely LOVE drawing animals XD which means Twilight in his wolf form is definitely amazing as well! And with the fairies too!! With Time and Kori, it is so much fun to both write for them and draw! they can be the biggest pricks and no one can stop me! XD And the same goes for Wind! he can be sassy whenever he wants and his design is so simple it brings me joy- hmmm... it's so hard to decide! can my answer just be the one I find to be my favorite this month? cuz then it's Warrior XD

[babygirl-diaz]

Baked Goods (Teddie Omegaverse Fic)

I rarely write smut because I am not good at it but this is a smaller ship so I felt more confident writing for it because fewer people are reading it lmao.

***

Eddie was a stress baker. Anytime things got bad, he would whip out the all-purpose flour, sugar, and butter, along with all the other ingredients, and make his next greatest hit. Today he was keeping it simple and baking some sugar cookies. He already had a tray cooling on the rack on the table, while another was in the oven. He was working on a third batch when he heard the front door open.

"Eddie?" Tommy's voice rang through the house.

"In the kitchen!" Eddie replied as he used a star-shaped cutter to cut out the next cookie.

"Oh no, what happened?"

Eddie looked up from the cookies to see Tommy giving him a concerned look. "What do you mean?" Eddie asked, playing dumb.

"You only bake so much if you're upset about something." Tommy moved towards him and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his hand on the small visible bump on Eddie's stomach.

Eddie sighed and leaned back against him. "I talked to my mom today. She said some things about how this is a high-risk pregnancy because of my age and it just ticked me off," Eddie replied.

The protective arms tightened around Eddie. "She had no right to upset you, Eddie. I'm so sorry."

"She's the one who should be sorry, but she wasn't," Eddie told him and leaned back against him.

"Do you want me to talk to her? Tell her to butt out?" Tommy asked.

"No, that will only make things worse." Eddie sighed. "Can you just- I dunno- make me forget?"

"Oh yeah?" Tommy asked and Eddie could hear the amusement in his voice. "And how do you propose I do that?"

That made Eddie smile and he turned around in Tommy's arms, kissing him. "I'm sure you will find a way."

Eddie yelped as he was swept off his feet and taken into Tommy's arms, bridal style. He immediately wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck.

Without saying another word, Tommy carried him to their bedroom and lay him down on the bed, before climbing on top of him.

The moment their lips connected, the kiss turned heated and they were haphazardly removing each other's clothes. Eddie lifted his hips so that Tommy could remove his pants and boxers before Tommy got out of bed to take off his own pants. When Tommy returned, Eddie was immediately on him, kissing him hard.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," Tommy whispered breathlessly against his lips.

"I thought that much was obvious," Eddie replied and grazed his bottom lip with his teeth. "I'm already so wet," he whispered, guiding Tommy's hand between his legs.

"Shit," Tommy hissed and pulled his hand back. He shoved a pillow under Eddie's hips and spread his legs just watching him for a moment. "Never get tired of this sight. Especially with this recent development," he added touching Eddie's swollen belly.

Heat rose in Eddie's cheeks at that and he pulled Tommy down for another kiss. He felt Tommy's cock breach his hole and moaned into Tommy's mouth.

Tommy pushed inside him and groaned. "No matter how many times I fuck you, you're always so tight."

Eddie said nothing to that and just wrapped his legs around Tommy's waist.

Once he was fully inside Eddie, Tommy just looked down at his face and said, "You're so beautiful."

Eddie chuckled at that. "You don't have to sweet talk me, baby. I'm already letting you fuck me."

"Eddie?"

"Hmmm?"

"Shut up," Tommy smirked and kissed him once more before he started moving.

Eddie moaned loudly as Tommy thrust inside him at a hard, brutal pace. Just how Eddie liked it. Tommy's hand wrapped around Eddie's cock and he stroked it in time with his thrusts.

They went at it for what seemed like hours and kissed in between. When Tommy buried his face in Eddie's neck and bit down on his bonding gland, Eddie knew he was close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby," Eddie let out a litany of curses and soon came all over Tommy's hand.

Tommy thrust inside him a few more times before he was coming too, filling Eddie up.

They lay there, panting and catching their breath when Eddie felt kisses on his collarbone.

"I love you, Eddie," Tommy told him, looking at him again. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

"I know you will, baby," Eddie told him. "And I love you too."

[yuusishi]

Hmmm. Could I request Ace, Cater and Jamil with an s/o who's a stage magician but does actual magic?

. . . FOR MY NEXT TRICK!

pairings : Ace Trappola, Cater Diamond, Jamil Viper x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff

cws/tws : none

a/n : I'm currently going through a Black Butler phase hashtag help. Also I made this generally s/o who’s a stage magician cuz I didn’t really understand the “but does actual magic” part

Ace Trappola !!

Your number 1 hypeman, but sneakily (sometimes).

He goes to all of your performances, using them as motivation to get all of his homework and studies done to make it to the venue in time.

Loves all your performances. You’d tease him that he was so focused on it earlier, but he’d say he wasn’t as if he wasn’t completely in a trance by the flashiness and the clever tricks you pulled.

Ace already loves doing card tricks, what more if his partner is a whole magician? He’d ask to teach him some simple magic tricks to brag about to his brother.

Speaking of his brother, Ace would send videos of your performances every time he went to one and gush about how cool it looked in person, leading to his brother making fun of him (affectionately) for being such a simp for his little partner.

If you ever perform at NRC itself, he would NOT shut up to the rest of the first years to join him to watch. All of them either joined in to support you (Deuce, Jack, Epel) or just to get Ace to shut up (Sebek).

He’d be in the audience silently screaming to himself “That’s my s/o!!”.

He'd buy all your merch (that he can afford) but keep it somewhere hidden because he knows he'll get the teasing of a lifetime if you or his brother found out about it.

Cater Diamond

Your number 1 hypeman, but extremely obvious.

He has an entire highlight on his Magicam account full of pictures and videos that he took when he attends your performances.

Secretly manages a fan account of you, he tries to use filter combinations that doesn’t look too similar to his usual style on his main to not make it obvious it's him.

Possibly even made edits for that account.

Even if you weren’t a performer you’d still be all over his Magicam story, he’s there with you before and after your time on stage to congratulate and praise you.

Another one that buys all your merch, but he posts it on his social media accounts and keeps them somewhere in his room (possibly his nightstand).

He'd love to be part of your performances too!! Especially using Split Card for disappearance acts or tricks that will make it look like you cloned him.

(He hopes people from NRC aren't there, that would just spoil the act if they know his UM!!)

He'd try to learn little magic tricks from Ace to play with you a little, you end up trying to one up each other sometimes.

Jamil Viper !!

He doesn't really have the time to attend every single one of your performances like the other two, but tries to spare little time to attend them at least twice a month, maybe 3 if he's lucky.

Kalim would buy your merch for him since he couldn't always go to your performances, resulting in Jamil accepting them but very embarrassed.

It's worse if you or any other dorm members are there to see it.

He'd probably keep the merch on his nightstand too or has a dedicated drawer for it inside his dorm room. Generally somewhere not extremely obvious (minus the nightstand option).

Honestly he's incredibly impressed you managed to make a name for yourself with something very uncommon like being a stage magician, especially at your age. Actors like Vil aren't unusual since movies and series are still big, but stage magic are usually just things for children.

He’d also help you prepare for your next performance if you have any!! But clothing and grooming are as far as he can get, you wouldn’t want to spoil the act for him, would you?

Just like Cater, he’d also be with you before and after the performance if he gets to attend, congratulating you on yet another successful show.

[cardierreh15]

The Real Thing

This is just a sequel for Wet Dreams 😈 do with that info as you see fit lol. I’m not spoiling.

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!

Warnings 18+: Smut , Cursing , Sloppy Kissing , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Cheating (Affair) , CowGirl , Doggy Style , CumShot in the mouth (AND SHE SWALLOWS)

Description: What would you do if you had the opportunity to make your dreams a reality?

Pairings: Walter Marshall x Amarilla(Black!Plus Size Female)

Word Count: 4.3K

Song: Break Of Dawn by Michael Jackson

Ever since that meeting with Amarilla, Walter had been trying to keep himself busy. Whenever the time would tick on by with nothing to busy it, he found himself thinking about her.

Wondering how she was doing was one of his thoughts but it was probably the most innocent thought he had about her.

He would lay in his bed, or his couch (which ever one he had energy to make it to) and just ponder what she looked like beneath that yellow body con dress she wore. It was skin tight; complimenting her curves, dimples and dips. Not to mention, the color on her flesh caused oxytocin to cloud his brain. So he would just bite the bullet, and stroke his aching member; pretending it was her hands instead.

‘This is so bad… Matt’s gonna kill me.’ He’d say to himself but based on his career choice, it was evident that he liked to live dangerously. Just the simple thought of her being had by another man drove him nuts! But it made him want her even more. He wanted something he couldn’t have…

Or so he thought.

It was a rainy night; Walter was sitting on the couch looking at some photos that were scattered across the table top. He then heard a frantic knocking at the door.

‘Hmmm.’ He hummed as he stood up and walked towards the door. Peaking through the peep hole, the individual had their back turned and was covered and protected by a big puffy jacket. Safe from that dreadful rain. ‘Who is it?’ He called out.

The person turned around and pushed their hoodie back. It was then revealed that the individual was a distressed Amarilla. ‘Walter! It’s Amarilla,’ she sniffed and wiped her nose and eyes, ‘Can I come in please?’

Quickly unlocking the door, he pulled the door open to see her standing there with her face wet from her own tears. ‘H-hi.’ She tried her best to fake a smile, but her head just fell.

‘Amarilla, w-what’s going on? It’s—‘ he looked down at his watch, ‘11:34 at night!’

She let out a shaky sigh and looked up as she tried to gather her own thoughts, ‘Can I come in… I just— I need someone to talk to…’ she wiped her nose one more time and Walter let her in.

Unzipping and pushing her big coat off of her shoulders, she look around his apartment. It was damn near empty. Didn’t have personality. It looked like a simple hotel room. ‘Where are all the pictures?’ She asked in concern.

‘Never got the time to put them up,’ he shut the door and locked it, suddenly a sob ripped though the air. Quickly, he turned around to see Amarilla crying in her hands. His heart twisted at the terrible sight. She was way too beautiful to be crying like this.

‘Amarilla,’ he said softly as he pressed his lips together, ‘I don’t know what’s going on but look, I’ll put some tea on the stove and you can tell me all about it OK?’

She picked her head up, sniffing hard as she looked over at him, ‘that’ll—that’ll be nice, Walter. Thank you.’ She gave him a weakened smile and sighed.

Walter then walked over and picked up the gruesome photos off of the table, stacked them together neatly and placed them backside up on the dining room table. After that, he went in the kitchen and put the tea kettle on the table, and dropped two chamomile tea bags in two mugs.

Once back in the living, he’d placed her mug in her hands and sat his down on the coaster. ‘Thank you.’ She mumbled before blowing onto the hot substance.

‘Anytime,’ he said softly. His blue tired eyes watched her lips wrap around the mug, and then drifted down to the nape of her neck. Spots he wanted to kiss and lick so bad. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up, ‘So, what happened?’ Leaning over and picked up his mug and took a sip of his tea.

Amarilla set her mug down on the coaster and let out a long deep breath, ‘I … I had to work a double tonight at the hospital and… it was so dead my supervisor sent me home so—‘ her gaze locked on her mug, before her chest grew tight and a lump grew in her throat.

Tears filled her eyes once again as she looked up at the ceiling, her voice cracking as she took a deep breath, ‘I found Matt in bed with another bitch.’ She then let out a humorless laugh.

‘What?! Jesus Christ Amarilla I’m—‘

‘It’s fine… I — I should’ve seen the signs I should’ve —‘

‘Whoa, whoa now, Amarilla. You’re not to blame for this.’ He sat up straight watching as she reached over and grabbed her tea. ‘What did he say?’

Amarilla laughed once more, ‘Oh, she’s just a friend and… that he’d been unhappy with me for a while and… he wants a divorce.’ She wiped her eyes and looked over at him, ‘Can you believe it? 15 years all for nothing just…’ she shook her head before looking down at her twiddling fingers.

‘Jesus— I’m sorry to hear that. What kind of man cheats on his wife like that? Best friend or not, he’s sick for that. Unbelievable.’ He said shaking his head.

‘Honestly, Walter… I’ve been unhappy for a bit too. Just I was hoping we could get through that rough patch y’know? Doing it for Maylin but— in the end I looked dumb.’

Walter sighed, ‘You’re not dumb. He’s just a dick and obviously not the perfect guy for you… unfortunately it took 15 years and for this to happen but..’

‘How would you know who’s the perfect guy for me?’ She said softly looking over at him.

‘Uh..’ he swallowed his spit and looked to the side. ‘I mean I — you’re gorgeous and funny and smart… easy going. To be honest, Matt and I known one another for years and never for a single second did I think he was good enough for you.’

Amarilla was a little taken back by his confession, but a hesitant smile curled on her lips, ‘re-really? You really think so?’ Her brown eyes glared over at him.

‘Of course… actually, I know so.’ He scoffed before taking a sip of his tea.

The woman sat there, staring at him — holding her warm mug tightly in her hands.

She’d be a fucking liar if she sat here and said she never thought of him that way. Hell, when he would come by the house, she would unknowingly cater to him as if he was her husband and not Matt. She didn’t know it then, but she wanted that man.

‘Well, thank you.’ She said softly before the air around grew thick with sexual tension.

This is a bad idea, Amarilla… it’s best that you just leave now. Staying any longer would make it harder to leave.

She leaned over and placed the half full mug down on the coaster. ‘Well, the Maylin is still at the house. And I’m pretty sure he hadn’t even checked on her after our argument so,’ she stood up and picked up her coat.

‘Wait, you’re leaving already?!’ Walter stood up.

‘Yeah, I— Maylin…’

‘I hope you’re not leaving because I said all of those things… look, I’m sorry. I got too comfortable and that was inappropriate— especially with what happened with Matt. But you’re in no condition to go back there right now. What if the other woman is still there?’

She looked up at him as she adjusted her coat over her shoulders, ‘No… it’s not that at all — I just…’

‘Stay… look I’ll take the day off tomorrow, you can go get Maylin and we’ll just— kick it…’

Amarilla stared up at him with slightly swollen pink eyes, ‘Word? You’d do that for real?’

‘Yeah… you need me. And I want to be here for you.’

Good lord, those words struck her in her chest. Now she felt like she was anchored to the floor.

She wiped her nose and sniffed, ‘al-alright. Cool… I’m feeling a bit tired anyway. Which room will I be in?’

Walter was shrouded with relief when she agreed to stay for the night. ‘Great!’ He paused for a second, processing her question in his brain for a moment before it clicked, ‘Well, you can sleep in my room. I take a couch? Sheets and comforter should be fine. I don’t sleep in there much. C’mon ill walk you there.’

Amarilla followed him down the hall towards the larger bedroom. It was bland. Just like all the other spaces in the house… no life. Her slightly swollen eyes studied the space for a second before they landed on the large bed.

‘You don’t have pictures or decor put up but you made sure to purchase this big ass bed.’ She snickered as she walked around it, her fingers gently grazing the comforter.

He chuckled, placing his hand on the threshold of the door, leaning slightly, ‘what can I say? I’m a big guy.’

Indeed he was.

The room grew quiet for a moment before he stood up straight, ‘well, I’m gonna give you some space. Just shout if ya need me.’ Then he turned to walk away.

‘Walter?’

He turned around, ‘yes?’

‘Thank you for this.’

He gave her a tired smile and nodded, ‘Of course.’ And he turned away once again, walking back into the living room.

Hours had passed…

It was 2:27am…

She was laying in that bed, staring up at that ceiling. She swore she was tired just a few hours ago and now — she was wide awake. She wondered if he was still awake.

Amarilla sat up, and climbed out of bed. She was dressed in a large t-shirt that she’d stolen from out of his dresser. It fit like a short dress on her, the hem stopping at her upper thigh.

She pushed her hair out of her face as she skidded across the wooden floor with her thick warm socks. Once she made it to the living room… he was sitting there on his laptop… wide awake.

‘Hey… you’re still awake.’ She said softly but it was so quiet, her voice could be heard over the storm outside.

Walter looked up from his computer, balling up his fist. Goddamn! His wandering eyes roamed her body. Her semi-hard nipples showing through the gray t-shirt, her smooth thick thighs. He wanted to bite them so bad.

‘Ye-yeah…’ he swallowed his spit, ‘I don’t sleep much!’ He felt like he was struggling to breathe just then. And as she approached him and sat very close to him.

‘You’re warm… I’m very cold. What do you keep the A/C on in here?!’ She brought her knees up to her chest.

‘It’s not on.. it’s probably just the rain and the weather…’

‘True.’ She said nodding her head before it grew quiet between them once again. Her head then fell on his shoulder and her right thigh draped over his.

‘You’re like this big ole, warm bear.’ She said goofing about.

Walter’s heart began to race in his chest as a hesitant chuckle left his lips. Swallowing his spit quietly, ‘Wouldn’t be the first time someone called me that.’

Amarilla smirked as she found herself staring at him a little bit longer than usual. Damn, he was fine. She always tried to look at him as her husband’s buddy. But he’s always been fine as hell.

Her brown eyes dropped to his lips that were thickly adorned by his facial hair.

Walter was trying his best not to look at her but he felt the way she was looking at him. With his job, it was easy for him to read people simply by checking energies. Going with his gut and soul is truly what helped him solve cases.

But this was much different from an average homicidal case.

The woman he’s be dying to fuck was sitting closely beside him, who just so happened to be his best buddy’s wife.

‘Walt,’ She said out softly before biting down into her plump lip.

‘Hmm?’

It grew quiet once again. But this time it was as if she was trying to figure out what she wanted to say in this tender moment. ‘Would- would it be wrong if I said that the reason why I came by the precinct to see you the other day wasn’t because of some stupid reminder of that damn Memorial Day barbecue?’

He’d finally looked over at her with his thick eyebrows tugging into one, ‘Yeah?’

Letting out a slightly amused laugh, she looked over at him now. Her dark honey orbs glared into those of swimming pools, ‘Yeah. It was because…’ she trailed off, glancing to the side as she debated with herself; wondering if this was going to be a good idea.

Who cares, Amarilla? Matt didn’t spare your feelings. Why the fuck should you care about sleeping with his best friend?

Walter closed his laptop and placed it on the table top. He then rest one of his large palms around her ankle with the other on her knee, ‘You can tell me. What’s on your mind?’

Amarilla let out a shuddered sigh and looked back up at him, ‘I volunteered to come because I wanted to see you. I’ve just been thinking about you more than usual,’ She said with her head falling to the side.

Walter’s eyebrows rose for a moment, ‘Really?’ He could feel his heart race much faster than before. ‘Why were you thinking about me?’ He snickered as his head fell forward, trying to hide that bright pink blush on his face.

Tell him what you want him to do to you.

‘Well,’ She paused for a second before grabbing his bearded jaw to lift his gaze towards hers, ‘Could I– show you instead?’

Walter’s eyes fell to her full delicious lips. Without saying or doing, his eyes gave her full consent.

Without releasing her grip, Amarilla leaned over with her lips gaped, greeting his. Their lips met with the taste of desire, longing and need. It was gentle, as if they were both testing the waters.

He’d gently pulled away, licking his bottom lips to taste her, ‘This is what’s been on your mind?’ His large hand had traveled from her knee to her thigh.

A slow deviant smile curled on her lips, ‘Amongst other things? Yes.’ Her hand trailed down to his broad chest and then towards his middle.

‘Good, ‘cause I’ve been wanting you since I’ve met you.’

Probably was a fucked up thing to say since Matt introduced them to one another when Walter was married.

‘Then,’ her eyes fell back to his lap where her fingers began to undo his belt and zipper. ‘I only have one request.’ Then she stood up before him with his fly open.

Walter glared up at her with curious eyes; arm tucked comfortably behind the sofa. He had a pretty good idea of what she wanted.

Amarilla reached at the hem of the oversized shirt and tugged it up and over her head. She tossed it on the sofa next to him: revealing her globes for breasts, tattoos that she kept well hidden, and pretty tiger stripes for stretch marks.

He swallowed hard as his eyes wandered over her shapely body.

If he wasn’t hard before, he was sure to cut through stone now.

He clenched his jaw as he felt the familiar bliss of numbness shroud his body. Lust.

Damn, that’s what she’s been hiding under those scrubs. Fuck.

Amarilla then straddled his lap, pushing his thick hair out of his face, ‘I want you, Mr. Marshall.’ She whispered as she began to grind her hips.

Walter hissed at the feeling of her hips creating that sweet friction over his hardened manhood, ‘Mmm.’

She grabbed his cotton shirt and pulled it off of his head. Then, she finally rushed in with a hungry kiss.

Their tongues danced with one another in a beautiful swan dance. Just following one another’s league. Her fingers intertwined in his thick curls as Walter’s large hands began to caress down her back.

Finally, his hands met her rounded ass; squeezing to make sure he wasn’t living in another daydream again.

Fuck, you really are real.

Amarilla kept grinding her hips as she broke the kiss. She trailed kisses from his lips to his neck where she began to suck softly.

Walter let out a grunt when she licked and sucked on that sensitive spot on his neck. He couldn’t take this teasing any longer. He finally pulled her thong to the side as she managed to pull his pants and briefs down far enough.

‘Aah, I want you so bad right now.’ She moaned softly; causing a shiver to slither down his spine.

A part of him felt bad that he was about to screw his best friend’s wife. But they were getting a divorce and he was going to get what the fuck he’s been wanting all these years.

‘I want you too, baby.’ He whispered as he looked up; watching her lift her hips and grab ahold of his member.

She rubbed his tip against her clit and over her inviting slit. ‘Damn, you’re even bigger than he is!’ She giggled softly.

Walter let out a gentle chuckle as he watched her slowly lower her hips on him, bringing his colossal member in a warm and velvety hug. He let out a breath as he rested his hand on her hips.

‘Mmmm, fuck.’ She moaned out as she pushed him as far as he could go. Once he was balls deep, she looked down at him with dark hooded eyes, ‘Don’t be so gentle baby.’

Amarilla rested her hands on the sofa as she began to slowly lift and drop her hips. He was so fucking big, she had to be gentle or she was to be torn apart.

‘Ooh, shit girl. Damn.’ Walter groaned as his head fell back in sheer bliss. He was lost in a world of pure ecstasy. His palms swept across her flesh in mystery. He just wanted to learn her body so he could be the one to give her what she deserves.

After Amarilla found it easier to bounce and she was stretched out in the most delightful way, she began to pick up her pace; lifting her hips up and dropping them a bit faster than before. ‘Uh! Uh! Ooh yes! Damn, you’re so fucking huge!’ She whined out inaudibly as she looked back over her shoulder, watching her jiggly ass bounce in his grasp.

A salacious grin curled on his lips as he felt her throbbing walls began to constrict, and her moans became louder. ‘Yeah? You’re gonna cum on that dick baby?’ He asked looking up at her before bringing her hardened nipple between his teeth to bite gently, and then suck.

‘Uggggh! Fuck!’

Walter began to bounce her ass for her, and since he was slightly slouched, he was able to thrust upward as well. With the friction they were creating, she was about to blow at any moment. ‘Come on baby! Cum for me!’ He called out as he landed 3 consecutive slaps upon her ass.

‘Aaah! Fuuuuuck! Walt, uuuuughhh my fucking God! Yeeees!’

‘Uh huh! Cum on baby! I know you want to! Stop fighting that nut!’ He argued at her before slapping her ass once again and gripping her thong.

‘Yesyesyesyesyesyes!—‘ her lower tummy twisted as her womb betrayed the rest of her body. But it felt so damn good, ‘YES!’ She quickly lifted her hips up, her poor blossom too sensitive for anymore for the moment. ‘Fuuuuck.’ She moaned before she forced her tongue into his mouth.

Walter rubbed on her plump ass once more before giving her thigh a slap; breaking their kiss, ‘Get Up. I’m not through with you yet.’

‘Uh oh.’ Amarilla cooed in a teasing tone as she carefully climbed off of his lap and stood up. She pushed down her panties to her knees and shimmed them down her legs before stepping out of them.

This beast of a man stood up and his pants and boxers fell before stepping out of them as well. He then took a moment to admire her body once more, a smirk grew on his lips as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him in a hurry.

She was instantly met with his torso firmly, she giggled softly as she looked up at him.

‘You’re so fucking cute y’know?’ He teased.

‘Am I? Or are you just tryna fuck the shit out of me?’ Amarilla asked as she raised her eyebrow.

‘Both.’

The both of them chuckled before he placed a tender kiss on her lips and landed a smack on her ass again. ‘Go head,’ he said when he broke the kiss, ‘Bend over the arm of the sofa.’

Amarilla smirked, turning slowly on her toes before looking back at him with those sultry eyes.

She bent over the arm as he made his way behind her before lifting her leg up to rest her knee on the arm as well. A hum rumbled in his throat as she looked back at him while he just admired her in this angle.

Walter stroked his dick before pressing the tip against her slit once again and shoved his hips into her.

‘UGH!’ She exclaimed, her fingertips gripping at the fabric of the sofa. ‘Fuck, I don’t think I could ever get use to that!’ She whimpered out as he grabbed her arm and held on to her hip for stability.

Walter hissed as he began to drop his hips into her, ‘Shiiiit.’ He moaned, ‘Fuck you feel so fucking good.’

Amarilla’s breathing was short but labored. She looked back at him as he began to take her from behind. He held on to her tightly; looking into her pretty brown hues as he began to ram his hips into her much harder and faster.

Her moans had become louder; harsher, ‘Oh! Oh! Ooooooh fuck meeee! Just like that! Please don’t don’t fucking stop! Aah!’ She could feel her walls tightening around his massive member again. Just claiming all the space she offered him.

Walter grunted as he dug his fingers into her a little tighter. He finally let go of her arm and landed a few hard slaps on her ass cheeks.

Amarilla squeaked at the sudden sting that just made her body all the more tingle. ‘Goddamn! This is mine. Whose is it baby? Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to?!’

His voice was sinister, dark and lewd. But the butterfly wings that beat viciously in her lower abdomen made her cave in. ‘Ooooh, this pussy is all yours baby.’

‘Huh,’ he smacked her ass harder before plunging his hips faster, ‘I can’t hear you baby, you're gonna have to speak up!’ He taunted with a grin spread across his lips.

‘FUCK! AUGH! IT’S YOURS!’

‘That’s my girl!’ He grunted as he brought his hips to a pause again, ‘Now fuck me back.’

Without question or hesitation, Amarilla began to bounce that pretty ass of hers back against him; twerking and shaking it in the process.

And animalistic growl rumbled in Walter’s throat as he watched her appetizing nectar coat him all the way to the hilt. ‘Damn you take me so well baby.’ He groaned.

His words enraptured her! Causing her to bounce even harder with a delighted grin on her face. But that was short lived when Walter took his control back.

Orgasms after orgasms, poor Amarilla started to lose count!

The moments spent wrapped up in Walter’s embrace felt like a blissful eternity. He took her places that she hadn’t been in years or… ever really. Hitting all the right spots and praising her all the same; she felt like she could truly conquer the world.

But that time wasn’t on their side because now Walter was edging closer to his release. ‘Uhhhhhh fuck,’ he had her wrapped up his arms at this point. One arm around her waist and the other around her chest as his hand squeezed her breast. He was spiraling. And she could feel it too.

‘Come on, baby! You’re almost there!’ Amarilla said wickedly; feeling this thickness stretch her walls with each delicious throb.

Walter’s face was buried in her neck, eyebrows tugged into one and his teeth gritted together. Him inhaling her scent just confirmed that all of this was truly real. His thrusts became short and his breathing became shallow. ‘Ahhh! Fuck, baby I’m about to cum!’

‘You’re gonna cum baby?!’

‘I’m gonna cum!’

Amarilla quickly pulled her body away, got on her knees before him; opening that pretty mouth of hers and sticking her tongue out.

Walter held himself before stroking his cock and squirting his load over the bed of her tongue. ‘Grrrrrrrraahhh— fuuuuck!’ His knees buckled and twitched as she swallowed all of his milky goodness, wrapping her full lips around his tip and sucking the rest of his cum out of him. ‘Ooooh— shiiiit.’ He grunted, pushing her hair out of her pretty face.

She was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

‘Do you feel better now, princess?’ He asked before wiping a drop of cum off of her lips with his thumb, and placing it on her tongue. Then he held his large hand out to her.

Carefully placing her hand in his, she stood up and sighed, ‘So much better.’ She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a litter of kisses on his lips.

Then, he looked down at her with a smirk before scooping her up into his arms. She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. ‘Where are we going now?’

‘The bedroom. There’s still a lot to be done before we go get Maylin tomorrow. And you are the only thing on the to-do list.’

Amarilla laughed out, her head falling back, ‘Boy, you’re so stupid!’

[zucchichat]

(just some sketch i did for the art club-)

From the post about my art trademark (omg u guys I WANNA HUG U ALL AND SQUISH U TILL YOURE MASH POTATOES U GUYS ARE SO ADORABLE AAAAA💖💖💖)

And the post to imitate my artstyle, i have come to a conclusion:

- you guys see my art trademark as my:

SKULL SHAPE: I was actually surprise by this, i REALLY didnt expect that😳😳😳 is the head shape that unique??? caz i used to see it everywhere- (twitter mostly) actually, there's kinda a reason behind why i choose this shape :) im really bad at drawing skulls, esp when its complicated, so i simplify it as much as possible to avoid an extra hour on the skull alone☠️ (my average time to draw head this style alone is fucking 10-15 minutes, THE HEAD ALONE OMG- just sketching no color NOTHING-)

EXPRESSION/FACES: i never thought ppl will say that too tbh, i thought i draw expression like many other ppl🥹 maybe ppl see Ink as the most expressive tho, since he IS 💖💖💖 when i draw characters, there's nothing behind those expression, i draw them mindlessly and brainless-😭

THE ONE LINE BROW THING: maybe this i can agree lol :)) I've been inspired alot from Japanese and Korean artstyle + itsroxxanex. Sooooo i did that, my friend used to kinda mock me ab it so i change to 2 brows for a while but IDK ONE BROW IS MY THING- it took just less space and i love simple things <3

SHADING: hmmm i dont really know ab this tho 😭😭😭 i think my way of shading is very generic. The only thing i think made my art pop is the highlights. Im kinda obsessed with light so jajdhdjsod I WANT LIGHT EVERYWHERE. Watching too much RossDraws just made me obsessed with color dodge- ...the shadows i just use default brush and mutiply and sometimes at more colors, thats it 🥹💖

JUST YOUR ARTSTYLE!: i dont think i have an artstyle yet 😭 idk i still change my style alot since June and im still growing, i changed my brushes almost every week and overall just utmost chaos. I somewhat still not satisfied with my artstyle, i want to soon find an artstyle that by just a glance you'll know its me😳😳😳 (ik its kinda weird)

[tae-rambles]

Well, the ship looks like Elbaf-made (and now that we know how connected to the giants Shanks and his crew are, I think it really IS). And we now know that the giants are really pro-Nika, like that’s THEIR deity (if I remember correctly). So it is also possible that it’s part of their aesthetics and Shanks decided to leave it to not offend them and/or blend in.

Personally tho I HATE the evil!Shanks theory. I love Shanks and turn into putty when reading those parental!Shanks-Luffy fics T.T (also, I’ve always admired his non-confrontational/pacifist ideals).

But that smile in that episode looked somewhere between sleazy and unhinged to me. Idk if it was the animation style, but I think I got similar vibes from the manga too. Idk. But his expression when Kid was attacking and killing his subordinates felt genuine? So maybe he just doesn’t like how handsy they were being. REALLY don’t know. The scene made me smile tho, because this man is so loved! And his subordinates have zero fear. And unlike the other Emperors, he doesn’t do the whole tribute thing at all. There’s also the fact that he seems to be the only pirate that is hella respected on BOTH sides of the law.

Sorry for the rant. I reallly love Shanks :3 (AHHHH I don’t want him to be evil either ;-;)

hmmm... i wouldn't say the Red Force is Elbaf-made... it might look like it at first since it's one of the most realistic-looking ships in One Piece with quite a simple figurehead and Elbaf giants also use realistic-looking Viking longships with a simple figurehead and you could say the swirl markings and their placement on the Red Force are similar to the swirl markings on the ship Dorry and Broggy took to Egghead but that's just that, they are similar, not the same. the ship types are also different. Elbaf giants use longships while the Red Force is a galleon (or looks like it, i'm not an expert and One Piece ships aren't exactly realistic). also, Red Hai Pirates had a similar looking ship but smaller, less detailed and without the sun symbol (a barque, i'd say) but with a very similar figurehead in ch 1 which was before they even went to the New World. and last but not least, none of the Elbaf ships seen so far have the sun symbol on them. so i wouldn't jump to the conclusion that the Red Force was built by the Elbaf giants. i'm not ruling the idea out, it's just there is no airtight evidence to prove it to be correct.

about Shanks' smile ep 1112, i never thought of it as sleazy? more like a combination of mischievous amusement, fluster and drunkenness. those expressions are also anime only and i only accept the manga as canon. and those are these in ch 1079:

you can't really blame him for not being completely happy about being suddenly jumped on

after that he jokes about how his fleet is notoriously weak (btw the fact that his fleet is notoriously week yet still surviving in the New World is a testament to how strong Shanks and the Red Hair Pirates are that they can afford to take weaklings under their wings and yet no one dares to mess with them) etc. but we can't see his expression.

he is mostly calm/neutral discussing Kid and Blackbeard with his crew. but then he gets the vision.

he instantly switches to serious and stressed (you can see him sweating). Shanks just had a vision of those he swore to protect being torn apart in his name and we know how he feels about ppl hurting his friends since ch 1:

no mercy

so yeah, i do believe he genuinely cares about his people and the care is obviously mutual (it warms my heart :D)

[yoshizawaviolet]

yoshizawa please rank the people in your friend group by how easy they are to pick up. dont ask why or explain anything just pick them up with no explanation

easy to pick up? hmmm ... well, there are a few that i haven't, but i'll approximate! ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) so here we go, from easiest to hardest ...

futaba-senpai: easiest by far! she's quite short, and light, so it's easy to run with her in my arms! she also likes being carried around (for the most part, as long as we're not too much in public)

mona-senpai: of course, it's easy to pick up a c ......... mona-senpai! he's also very soft and nice to pet, and he seems to enjoy it too until he starts purring. then he gets embarrassed and runs away.

ann-senpai: it's easy to pick her up too!! i was nervous to the first time, but she saw me pick up futaba-senpai all princess-style and wanted to try, too. ( 〃▽〃) i was scared i'd drop her!!! not because she's heavy but because i was really nervous. not that i'd let that happen of course!!!

yusuke-senpai: also quite simple, though he's quite tall... so it takes a bit of effort to get him off the ground.

akira-senpai: um ... i've only picked him up, once, during a risky mementos trip where he narrowly escaped a fatal blow against the "reaper"... i think is what futaba-senpai said. so i tossed him over a shoulder to sprint back to the monabus. it was a stressful situation, though, so i don't really remember if it was "easy" per se ... either way, i get kind of nervous being so close to akira-senpai, so i'd rank him as relatively difficult!

ryuji-senpai: we tried picking each other up once to measure our strength! he picked me up super easily, but i begged him to put me down (in case he'd injure himself somehow?!) anyways, he's not difficult to pick up weight-wise, but he's kinda squirmy like an eel, so.

makoto-senpai: i've never had the chance to pick up makoto-senpai ... it feels like she's more likely to carry me. O__O

haru-senpai: same goes with haru-senpai, though i'm sure she'd let me try to pick her up if i asked ... oh, maybe if i carry her on my shoulders, she can tend to the flower vines up on the trellises of her garden!

goro-senpai: i don't think i'll ever get the chance to pick up goro-senpai. which is fine by me! but now i'm sort of curious ...

(ooc: this ask is SO cute thank you so much!!! i definitely want to draw something for this At some point hehe)

(ooc: edit: just realized this says without explanation. OOPS. well i like to talk unfortunately,

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hi I'm really new to this but may I please ask for Fuegoleon with wife s/o who gets rill to make a a family portrait of them along with Leopold and marroleona and she hangs it up and shows fue when he comes back home? Fue sees there's a little space between him and s/o or like a blotchy empty something idk and asks about it and s/o tells him that she's pregnant and that's the spot for the baby that rill will add in later once they're born? Idk I thought it would be a really cute way of s/o breaking it to fue that he's going to be a father

Hiya~! ^^

No worries, we all start requesting from somewhere. And I love soft, dad Fue, so I'd be more than happy to have this request come to life. I do hope that you like it as much as I do~

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: Fluff Warnings: reader is pregnant Length: ~0.8k

It was one of those long days. Gruelling workdays that had seemed to go on forever. Fuegoleon could barely believe that it was it was only evening, and not late night. The soreness of his bones told him otherwise.

But it was all worth coming home to you. Though it wasn’t his work earning you in any shape or form.

You had walked into his life for other reasons. Because you loved him, simple as that.

A faint smile rose to his lips with the thought of you, waiting for him in your shared bedroom. And soon, he could only hope, there would be children waiting for him as well. For their father to come home.

It was a soft, lulling wish that existed in the confines of his head. Of course, you had talked about it, and you both had wished for it out loud, but there was still something so… sacred about the notion that he didn’t want to wear it out, out of some foolish fear of it not coming true if he said it too many times.

It was a foolish notion, he knew as much. The rational man that he was, knew as much. But still his heart whispered otherwise.

Just in case. For now. Speak of it in only whispers; or at least sparingly.

However, the smile lingered on his face. It had found home on him as he walked down the corridors. It stayed still as he opened the door, and entered the room. And it remained as he searched for you in the dimly lit room.

You weren’t there, but something else was.

A painting.

You had hung it to the back of the room, near the armchairs where you spent time on your days off; just talked or listened to the rain. The quiet, tranquil space of the room.

Even from across the room he could recognise you and him, along with Mereoleona and Leopold. A kind of a family portrait, because Mereo and Leo had welcomed you into the family. But as he got closer, his mind focused on something else; on how the painting wasn’t… quite right.

It wasn’t about anyone not looking like themselves, or alien, but rather how… divided they seemed. It was as if there was something… missing, in the middle of it. It wasn’t perhaps quite as obvious, and he could simply have remarked it as a style choice, but such a style choice between him and you, as if separating you, and your entire extended family in the painting, in two.

That bothered him. Made him frown. Such an odd choice.

“You like it?” You asked, coming into the room and walking up to him as he stood in front of the painting.

He let out a hum, and greeted you with a kiss onto your forehead. “I do, but…”

“But?” You asked with a hint of curiosity under your smile.

“We seem divided in the painting. Perhaps we ought to commission the artist again,” he suggested.

“Hmmm… I think Rill did a wonderful job,” you argued with a thoughtful hum of your own.

“Oh?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow and a frown.

“Mhm,” you nodded as your smile widened, turned into an almost smirk. “Because the space will be filled.”

“My love, I’m afraid that I’m… not quite sure what you mean,” he admitted, treading lightly as he was trying to understand what you meant.

“The space will be filled,” you repeated. “Because there’s going to be an addition into the family.”

A pause, as his brain tried to comprehend if he was hearing right.

“I know you’ll be a wonderful father,” your voice was soft, and careful. But what sealed it for him was the way you placed your hand onto your stomach.

“I’ll.. be a father…?” The question was uttered with a whisper, so silent that you almost didn’t hear it.

But as you nodded, and thus confirmed the question, you were swept into his arms. His hug was tight, as tight as he dared it to be. Warm… welcoming… Happy.

No, it was more than happy. More than overjoyed. More than blessed.

That hug felt like a lot of things, but all of them were wonderful, light, grounding feelings. All of them made you feel like home, right there, in his arms. And they were combined with the whispers, testimonies of how utterly happy he was. Repeating the words over and over again, as if still trying to believe them to be true.

He had really wanted this, to have a family with you.

And now you had it. A family. A loving spouse. You both had it.

[lovejustforaday]

Shoegaze Classics - Loveless

Loveless - My Bloody Valentine (1991)

Main Genres - Shoegaze, Noise Pop, Dream Pop

A decent sampling of: Experimental Rock, Neo-Psychedelia, Alternative Dance

DUT DUT DUT DUT VREW VREW VREW VREW VREW VREW VREW

Well, if you knew anything about shoegaze going into this series, you knew that this review was going to be inevitable.

Today I take on the most truly revered shoegaze band, and probably one of the most legendary indie bands of all time. God help me, I'm going to do my best, so here goes nothing. Let's talk about My Bloody Valentine and Loveless.

The Band

My Bloody Valentine is an awesome band. Plain and simple. The name is awesome, the sound is awesome, their public persona is awesome. Just, lots of awesomeness.

Okay, I can probably do better than that. Hmmm... Okay wait, stay with me here.

My Bloody Valentine were originally an unlikely, little-known post-punk band from the 80s, that somehow went on to being one of the most important and influential bands of the 90s whilst only having dropped one record for the entire aforementioned decade.

After a series of lineup changes that coincided with a search for the bands' sonic identity, the true My Bloody Valentine lineup solidified as Kevin Shields, the madman musical genius leader of the crew on guitars and vocals, Bilinda Butcher, a feathery soft-spoken punk on guitar and vocals, Colm Ó Cíosóig as the animated, flappy-haired drummer, and Debbie Googe as the badass butch bassist (BBB) who was originally from the anarchist punk scene.

I've been trying to consistently use the term "British Isles" to describe the epicenter of the initial first wave of shoegaze. I wanted to be careful not to just say "Britain" or the U.K., because that would be somewhat revisionist.

Proto-shoegazers A.R. Kane may have formed in London, but other "proto" bands like Jesus and Mary Chain and Cocteau Twins were from Scotland. As for the band most credited with the true inception of shoegaze by its strictest definition, that would be My Bloody Valentine, hailing from Ireland, folks who often (for very good reason) don't take too kindly to being described as "British". That being said, Debbie and Bilinda are English.

I won't waste too much time going into the history of the band for this review, mostly because this is already gonna be a long one and I've got so many things to say about the record itself. So I'll give you the sparknotes version.

Like most early shoegazers, My Bloody Valentine dropped a few EPs before their first full-length LP, albeit in some completely different genres. C86 style Jangle Pop, Post-Punk, and frigging Psychobilly of all things apparently?

The band really found their sound, and pioneered the definitive collective traits of shoegaze in 1988, signing with Creation Records and dropping the EP You Made Me Realize and, later that year, their debut full-length Isn't Anything which, depending on who you ask, is the first true shoegaze LP (Though a very little known post-punk band named A Primary Industry may have something to say about that).

Shoegaze was invented with the propagation of a new world of sonic timbres discovered through the usage of guitar pedals, and My Bloody Valentine in particular really loved their pedals. On top of those pedals, the band laid a lot of distortion and harsh volumes.

Likeswise, My Bloody Valentine has pretty much always been just as much a noise pop band like their contemporaries The Jesus And Mary Chain. The two scenes overlapped a lot during the first wave (just like dream pop and neo-psychedelia), and some even describe the shoegaze formula as essentially being dream pop + noise pop = shoegaze. Personally I think this is a reductionist definition when there are many shoegaze bands that don't fit nicely into either of those other categories. But I digress.

Isn't Anything was the record that launched a thousand (shoegaze) ships. It's certainly a bit more overtly post-punk in its foundations, and rougher around the edges than what would come next. But I also really do love this record. "You Never Should" and "No More Sorry" in particular are two of my favourite My Bloody Valentine songs.

What came next, however, is a whole different beast entirely.

The Record

I'll start with the disclaimer that everything I could possibly say about Loveless is probably already a cliche by now.

Insanely fuzzy and warm. Layers upon layers of sound that demonstrates a level of musical precision and perfectionism that almost doesn't seem human. Reinvented the guitar like virtually no other record before or since. Oddly arousing and potentially even sapphic if you read into the lyrics (tbf Debbie is a confirmed gay indie icon). Sounds exactly like the neon shades of magenta displayed on the cover art.

2023 is frankly a little bit late to be writing a review about this heavily celebrated 1991 record. Others have already written entire dissertations about this revolutionary LP. I don't promise this is going to be the most definitive and thoughtful review of this record, nor am I anywhere close to being the first or last indie nerd to ever champion and fanboy over this goddamn masterpiece of its genre, but I do wanna talk about how I myself personally experience Loveless.

Funny enough, my favourite memory of listening to this record (which I've been loving since 2015) was actually when I was dog-sitting for a friend's mom at her house in 2018 during the early autumn. The dog herself even seemed to wanna dance with me while I was spinning in little circles to the rhythms of "Soon". I think that's the season when I enjoy this record most - probably a mix of the coolness and crispness of the autumn breeze, and wearing the same kind of cozy sweaters that the My Bloody Valentine members are wearing in like half of their 90s photoshoots.

Okay, enough chitter chatter. Let's get into it.

"Only Shallow" is one of the most iconic album openers of all time, period. Instantly overpowers the listener with those first few overblown snare stabs before exploding into a pounding noise pop delirium of screeching banshee guitars. Letting up only slightly for the verses, where Bilinda Butcher describes something sweet, soft, and warm, in a brazen contrast to the blustering razor guitars that are unleashed after each verse. This track most perfectly encapsulates a pervasive trend across the rest of the album, wherein the sonic mosaic of textures can be described paradoxically as both cushiony and razor-sharp at the same time.

Lyrics and their delivery will continue from this point on to be every bit as textural and vague as the music itself, creating abstract entities that are transient and androgynous. Indeed, I struggled a lot on my first few listens to discern which tracks were being sung by Bilinda and which were Kevin or the both of them. Bilinda recalls that she would often take naps in the studio when they were recording Loveless and would do her vocal tracks soon after being awoken, which lends itself to her very tranquilized delivery in which I feel like I can picture the drowsy bags under her eyes in some of these songs. Likewise, most of this entire album is best appreciated in a half-awake mental state, even more so than other dream pop / shoegaze records.

"Loomer" is the dark underbelly of Loveless, like listening through the old floorboards of a basement ceiling to sounds of the band playing a live house show in the living room upstairs. It's a grainy, gloomy bed of sound that feels as though it could be physically slept on if desired.

I have no idea how many actual layers of track recordings went into the concoction of the heavily experimental "To Here Knows When", but it feels like hundreds. This song is a whirring helicopter blade of thousands of little sounds, scattering everywhere until it creates a thick, opaque, sparkling lilac mist that obscures the upbeat melody that's utterly buried in the fog of noisy drones and distortion. The mastering sounds as though you're listening to all of this happen through a small tubular opening in a giant glass wall, as if all of the tonal anarchy is happening from the other side, perhaps in another dimension. For a bonus observation, this one in particular sounds even more unreal and transcendental when you're tired as fuck on an early morning bus ride after a night of zero sleep (Don't ask me).

"When You Sleep" is probably My Bloody Valentine's most acclaimed and influential song. That de-tuned, icy, fluorescent glowing pop melody motif is seriously addictive, and it sounds almost deranged. The heavily compressed drumming provides the propulsion needed for a track that feels like its intensely vibrating every last quark of matter in its audible vicinity. I really have to remind myself that these crazy sounds are being made by guitars with effect pedals, and not with synthesizers (or, as the meme goes, vacuum cleaners).

The record really crunches in on those guitar textures with "Come In Alone" a track that you'll be hearing echoing in the back of your mind long after its finished (note: this record is NOT recommended to those especially prone to having tinnitus). This track is like all of the blood rushing to your head when you would hang upside down from the monkey bars as a kid. It feels intoxicating in the best way.

The band takes an unsuspecting turn for gut-punching emotions on "Sometimes", likely the only song with a more or less discernible lyrical theming on the record, about sharing intimacy with another person and the insurmountable fear of isolation from someone you love. The timbral effects are applied minimally on this song, but the dozens of recorded guitar tracks drone in a wondrous hum that resonates with the vibrations of a lonely soul. Usually, I'd say this is my favourite My Bloody Valentine song, though "To Here Knows When" and "Only Shallow" occasionally compete for the number 1 spot as well.

"Blown a Wish" is cool, dreamy shoegaze that fizzles and melts in your mouth like an ice cream soda. Pure pleasure is the best way I could describe its sensation, with all of its rippling, neck-tingling guitar effects that dance in and out of the foreground. Alternatively, this is like being high on helium and having so many butterflies in your stomach that you actually start to feel like you're levitating in a luscious trance. Delicious song.

The record closes with its poppiest and most accessible number "Soon", a mix of comparatively light shoegaze psychedelia and alternative dance beats that sounds enormously sexy. Evokes psychoactive substances, gently swaying hips, and grassy fields filled with buzzing fireflies. A very stylish way to end the record and solidify My Bloody Valentine's status as indie music legends.

What Came After That?

Loveless was a certified gold commercial success, about on par with the success of Ride's Going Blank Again, but it was also purportedly so expensive to make that it bankrupted the Creation Records label (serves you bastards right for making Oasis happen) and caused the band to be dropped.

I honestly kind of laugh to myself whenever I think of Alan McGee's pompous ass looking at the numbers and having a panic attack, almost as much as I laugh when I remember how Catherine Wheel gave him a big fat "NOPE!" to being signed after he pestered them. Have I mentioned I really don't like Creation Records ways of doing things?

*seething* ANYWAY, My Bloody Valentine basically disappeared for the rest of the 90s. Members moved on to different projects.

And then, after years of teasing a third record, the band's self-titled mbv was finally dropped in 2013. This one seems to divide fans a lot more than their other records; it wasn't as universally received as the Slowdive comeback record a few years later. This one is arguably more experimental than Loveless, and there's even a couple of tracks with some DnB influence. I think all things considered, it's a pretty great comeback record. I think many folks were probably expecting a Loveless 2, and it probably helps that I didn't even listen to this band before the new record came out, so I had no expectations built over years for this record.

There is allegedly a fourth record (and possibly fifth) LP in the works, but Shields has been teasing at it for years now, and its sort of becoming a running joke in the shoegaze community that we're gonna be waiting another five or ten years.

But hey, good work takes time. After making a record like Loveless, I personally think you've earned the right as an artist to afford yourself all the time in the world. I certainly wouldn't know how the hell to follow upon something that masterfully crafted, and some bands probably wouldn't even try to.

But besides all that, Loveless speaks for itself. It is a singular album experience. Nothing really sounds anything quite like it, to the point that newbies often getting into shoegaze for the first time with this record often lament the fact that the scene is not full of other records sounding just like this. It's for this reason precisely that, if you are totally new to shoegaze, I don't recommend this as a starting point. A lot of other great shoegaze records are unfairly compared to this record a whole fucking lot, and it can have a spoiling effect for some folks. But not every shoegaze band should sound like My Bloody Valentine, or have a Loveless in their discography.

But, at the same time, holy crap this is one of the coolest records of all time and if you haven't already heard it by now then you're doing yourself a huge disservice by not listening to this some time in the next week at the latest. Loveless is something that every fan of music should experience at least once, and there's only a handful of albums that I could confidently make that statement for.

So, yeah. Go listen. (✿ ᵔ ᴗ ᵔ )y

10/10

Highlights: "Sometimes", "To Here Knows When", "Only Shallow", "When You Sleep", "Blown A Wish", "Soon", "Come In Alone", "Loomer", "I Only Said"the

[jetsteelyourheart]

Bloodlines Book 5 Silver Shadows by Richelle Mead

Before drawing that dress in all its glory in a bunch of art I had to design something. With only a vague book description to go on this is what I made. I know its not one shoulder and there's no tulle (I hate tulle with a passion) but old Hollywood didn't really do one shoulder. (After I designed this I did find Richelle's reference which was... hmmm.. a choice)

As a sidebar, the inspiration for this dress was "Old Hollywood Firework" which seemed appropriate for Las Vegas.

Excerpt from Chapter 20 of Silver Shadows:

It was more than a little surreal when I stepped into the store and saw Sydney...

... and time as I knew it suddenly froze.

I'd meant it when I told her to get whatever she wanted. I didn't care. She really could've shown up at the alter in a teal T-shirt, and I would've married her with my heart full of love. That being said, I'd had a few ideas of what kind of dress she'd go with. Something modest, say with long lace sleeves, was my biggest guess. Or maybe one of those simple kinds with a short-sleeved top that had no extra embellishment. She was Sydney, after all. I'd expected pragmatism from her.

What I didn't expect was old Hollywood glamor. The dress wrapped around her snugly, showing a body that in no way looked too skinny, with folds of organza and crystal beaded embellishment. Just below her hips it flared out mermaid style in a burst of tulle that was also decorated with scattered embellishment.

...

She was perfect. Radiant. Glorious. A vision.

"I feel like I should be on my knees again," I said in a small voice.

She gave me a nervous smile and ran a hand over the glittering dress. "Just tell me you can afford all this, because I might take back what I said about going with the T-shirt."

[garmmy]

your lighting style is gorgeous :O do you have any tips for doing the warm early morning lighting used in your drawings?

thank you for the kind words!! 😊

hmmm tips...i cheat extensively when drawing LOL but here's my rough process! feel free to refer to or tweak it to suit your needs/preferences :>

step 1: a simple sketch, with sketch lines and base colour on separate layers.

step 2: - i create a multiply layer clipped to my base colour layer (so it doesn't spill out, no need to clip if you don't need it) - and add some rough shading! the colour is very dependent on what your setting/environment is so keep in mind the environment colours and where the light reflects. - for something simple, if you're outdoors sunny day with a neutral-colour ground, shadows will be more blue where they're facing the sky (because it's reflecting the sky) and warmer where they're facing the ground (because of the light reflected off the ground). - keep the parts you want to be lighted transparent (so what i usually do is fill the whole multiply layer first, then erase the parts that are in the light)

step 3: - i select the inverse of the multiply layer (in photoshop, you can ctrl+click the multiply layer to select the area it occupies, then shift+ctrl+i to invert selection). - i create an overlay layer, also clipped to the base colour layer, then fill the selected part. the colour also depends on your setting, here i used a light orange to fill. - then i add an outer glow to the overlay layer. feel free to adjust the settings! for this i used overlay blend mode and an orange glow.

step 4: colour the sketch layer according to your lighting! i made the areas in the light orange and the areas in shadow more purple/blue.

step 5: paint over it! at this point i usually just eyedrop existing colours in the picture rather than adding new ones. the painting over here is just an example, paint over as much or as little as you want. my sketches are usually a mess so i spend more time painting over lol.

a bit simplified but hope this helps!! play around to get the workflow you like :>

and when it comes to colours and lighting, i can't recommend "colour and light" by james gurney enough to learn more about how it works. i'm not an expert+getting rusty myself do i need to take time to re-read it too 😅

[arealtrashact]

I just wanna say that I LOVE your art style, especially the Elvis Presley ones. You actually inspire me 👉👈 (though you got any tips for art-)

Thank you (I greatly enjoy drawing the guy and will probably never stop, so to know that at least one person doesn't find it exasperating is truly a Win for me).

Art tips hmmm. Well, I suck at explaining anything that has to do with drawing but here we go -

Something that has worked for me is the whole idea of 'less is more' . I prioritize readability, clarity and appeal over pretty much everything else. My art is fairly simple because of this but I think it works (for me). I tend to focus on clear silhouettes and . . . little else ! I think simple-but strong-shapes make for interesting illustrations aaaaand it suits my workflow because I have zero patience and I want to finish everything as quickly as I can. I love looking at detailed artwork done by others but I know it's not something I could dedicate myself to so . . . flat coloring, simple shapes and little-to-no shading, AHOY !

But that's just me. Everyone's different ! Get the fundamentals down and then try to find a way of drawing that's truly fun for you. That's the real key to success. Finding a way to draw that doesn't feel like a chore or a struggle. Because drawing should be fun. A fun challenge at times, sure, but still fun.

[chrisevansonly]

Secret Magazines & Hitting The Road

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female Reader

Summary: Hidden magazines, and fun future plans, this year with your favourite human was starting to look more and more exciting

A/N: this can be read as part of angel au or not, so no one come for me with how I tag my stories lol anyway just a lil something I whipped up, AGAIN it can be tied to the AU or NOT, but there is use of y/n in here, okay? okay. 😭

Word Count: 725

 You couldn’t help the giddy smile that was on your face as you arrived back to your shared home after a long day at work, Harry was already home judging by his car that sat parked outside, so right away you knew it’d be harder to sneak the magazine you bought upstairs to the safety of your office. Hiding it underneath your purse, you were quick to discard your jacket and boots, putting them away into the closet, hanging your purse up and placing the magazine behind your back 

“Harry?”

You called out almost as a precaution to try and figure out where he was, and to know if you’d be able to sneak past him, your plan quickly fizzling out when he walked around the corner, his face lighting up at the sight of you

“Hi my angel, have a good day?”

You nodded shuffling forward to press a kiss to his lips, a slight smirk on his face when you pulled away 

“So, you gonna tell me what you’re hiding there?”

“M’not hiding anything baby, don’t know what you’re talking about” 

He hummed before attempting to walk around you to see, but you just kept spinning to he wouldn’t be able to see the magazine you’d bought 

“Aw come on love, don’t be shy…”

“Nope. Never.”

You walked backwards away from his prying eyes and now hands as he kept following you, eventually trapping you against the wall in the hallway, walking backwards was never your strong suit apparently, considering you’d missed the steps to go upstairs  by a long shot

“What’s your plan baby?”

He thought for a second before his hands slid under your sweater, a shiver climbing up your spine at the contrast between your warm skin and his very cold hands, the few simple rings he wore didn’t help either

“It’s supposed to be secret, just for me…”

“Just for you huh?”

Harry pressed a few kisses to your lips, working to distract you further as he grabbed a hold of the magazine and pulled it from your hands, a quiet laugh escaping when he noticed what you’d bought

“Angel, all that trouble just to hide me?”

You flushed 

“Well, I didn’t want you to see…just looked so handsome on the cover I had too”

You pouted feigning innocence as a cocky smirk pulled at Harry’s lips 

“You really are obsessed with me aren’t you baby?”

“Oh yeah you wish pretty boy”

You snatched the magazine back holding it close to your chest 

“What else am I supposed to look at when you leave for the next while”

“Hmmm”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously 

“Spit it out Harold”

Harry laughed, he almost felt like teasing you more but knew better knowing you hated suspense

“I was thinking, you come to California with me, then the BRIT’s and come finish out tour with me…”

You stared at him in shock, it had been a while since you’d gone anywhere with him, truth be told you could use a break from work

“What about my shop...?”

“Already covered if you want to go, Poppy said she’d come down and run it and watch the house and Penelope for us”

Harry was always four steps ahead of you, and after the long day you had and now this exciting news you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes, especially thinking you wouldn’t see him for a while 

“Really…?”

He took your face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your lips 

“Really Y/N, I want you to come and travel around with me, like old times”

“I’d love too”

If you’d said it any quieter he wouldn’t have heard you, but judging by his excitement he caught your answer, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a firm kiss to your lips, when you pulled away you smiled 

“Just so you know, I’m still bringing my magazine.”

Harry laughed shaking his head as you still clutched the magazine to your chest, his heart filling with warmth at the realization that you’d be going back on the road with him. It had been a while since you two had gotten to do anything together, and you both were more than excited to take off and get on the road…even if you had to hide a couple magazines from him.