#shadowbabies

[jmoonjones]

Since it's so toasty everywhere, the shadowbabies want to share their hot weather tips!

Water fights are encouraged 🔫

Use a fan (or a fan with a fan) 🪭

Enjoy an icy treat 🍦

Do all your spying from a shady vantage point 🌳

Stay hydrated (especially if you’re doing physical activities) 🧊

Check in with the old folks ⚠️

[shadowbugtidbits]

A super adorable, soon-to-be digitized baby Cloud (one of the characters that makes an appearance on the @shadowbugzimmy RP blog).

I don't think I will get all the game assets done in time for school. I will attempt to work on them if I have time during the semester, but that might be better said than done (especially since one of my classes is trigonometry, and that I will definitely need tutoring for).

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*We See You

Kinktober 2024: Tentacle

Shadows x Reader

word count: 1500

cw: waking up to sexy shadows, shadow smut, sex, oral, restraints, confused reader, is that all?

"Hmm?"

A soft murmur escaped your lips as the warmth of the blankets seemed to shift, almost as if responding to the quiet, unconscious sounds you made.

You rolled over, lost in a world of dreams where the lines of reality blurred with the pages of the smutty book you'd read before drifting off to sleep.

Your cheeks flushed, the vivid images playing out in your mind like a steamy movie on repeat.

The darkness of your room remained unchanged, a gentle reminder that it was still night. You felt a light breeze brush against your face, the curtains fluttering slightly with the gust.

It was an unusual sensation, but the heat of the dream made the coolness welcome. Your eyes remained closed, and you let out another breathy moan, lost in the fantasy unfolding in your thoughts.

The shadows along the wall grew more pronounced, their edges sharper that before.

They began to move, slithering like serpents across the floor and up the bedposts.

The sensation grew stronger, the air around you seemingly thickening with curiosity.

As your breaths grew shallower and the heat between your legs grew more intense, the shadows grew bolder.

They began to coalesce, forming tendrils that ghosted over your bare skin, sending a shiver of something otherworldly down your spine.

Your eyes remained closed, but your body grew tense with anticipation as the dream took on a life of its own.

The shadows grew thicker, more substantial, and the warmth you'd felt earlier grew into something more. The tendrils grew more daring, tracing the line of your neck and collarbone before moving lower, over the swell of your breasts.

Each touch was feather-light, but the sensation was profound, setting your nerves alight with a need you hadn't known could exist outside of the pages of your favorite books.

They paused for a moment, as if listening to the rhythm of your breaths, the silent music of your dream-induced pleasure.

Your skin prickled with anticipation, your body arching into the caress that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

It was as if the very essence of the night had taken an interest in your nocturnal whispers.

One tendril sliped under the hem of your shirt to graze the sensitive skin of your stomach.

You gasped, the sensation shocking you into a state of half-awareness. Your eyes snapped open, but the room remained shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the sliver of moon peeking through the curtains.

As the tendril traveled lower, your mind raced, trying to make sense of the phantom touch.

It reached the apex of your thighs, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry.

The touch grew firmer, insistent, and you realized with a jolt that it wasn't just your imagination playing tricks on you. The shadow was exploring you, and the sensation was exquisite.

You felt a second tendril wrap around your wrist, gently but firmly pinning it to the mattress.

Panic began to set in, but the shadows seemed to sense your fear and retreated slightly, as if giving you time to process what was happening. You stared into the darkness, your eyes straining to see the form of the creature that had invaded your space.

With a deep breath, you made a decision. You would not fight this strange, seductive presence.

You allowed your body to relax, your legs to fall apart slightly, granting the shadows more access to the most intimate parts of yourself. The air grew warmer, the tendrils grew more eager, and you felt a sense of...rightness.

This was what you'd been craving, what you'd been dreaming of, and somehow, it had found its way into your reality.

The shadowy fingers grew more adept, skimming over your skin like a lover's touch, teasing and tantalizing. They slid down the curve of your belly, tracing the waistband of your pants before dipping underneath.

Your breath hitched as the fabric was pushed aside, revealing your slick pussy to the cool air. You felt a strange thrill as the shadows touched you, a mix of excitement and trepidation that only served to heighten your arousal.

The first tendril delicately parted your folds, exploring the softness of your sex with a gentle curiosity. It glided over your clit, and your hips bucked in response, seeking more of the tantalizing touch.

A soft groan slipped from your lips, and the shadows seemed to pulse with excitement.

They grew more insistent, the second tendril now curling around your other wrist, holding you in place without pain, but with an unmistakable firmness.

The third tendril emerged from the darkness, sliding up your torso to cup one of your breasts.

The touch was surprisingly warm, the shadow's essence seeming to soak into your skin as it rolled your nipple between its ethereal fingers.

The sensation was strange yet incredibly erotic, and you felt your peak approaching, the coil of pleasure in your belly tightening with every stroke of the shadow's touch.

The tendrils between your legs grew more insistent, the first one delving into the slick warmth of your pussy, while another circled your clit with maddening precision. You could feel the shadow's power thrumming through them, a deep, primal force that resonated with your own building climax.

Your breaths grew ragged, your body writhing against the restraint of the shadow's grip on your wrists.

A fourth tendril slithered up the length of your body, and you felt it hover over your mouth.

You opened your lips instinctively, welcoming the taste of night and desire.

It slid inside, and you sucked greedily, the sensation of the cool, silken shadow coiling around your tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You moaned, the sound muffled by the presence in your mouth, your hips moving in time with the rhythm of the shadow's strokes.

The tendrils worked in harmony, the one inside you stretching and filling you in a way that no lover ever could, while the others continued their sweet torture of your clit and breasts. Your body was a symphony of sensation, each touch resonating through you like the pluck of a finely tuned string.

The shadow coiled around your wrists tightened slightly, a silent command that sent a shiver down your spine.

You obeyed, arching your back and baring yourself to the night.

The tendril in your mouth retreated, allowing you to gasp for breath, only to be replaced by a fifth, which traced your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of cold fire in its wake.

The pressure built, and you knew you were close to shattering, the orgasm threatening to overwhelm you like a wave of pure ecstasy.

The shadow inside you began to move faster, the sensation of fullness growing more intense with each thrust. You could feel the shadows outside your body responding, their movements growing more frenzied as they mirrored the rhythm of the one within you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and a keening wail of pleasure tore from your throat as the climax crested.

Your body convulsed, muscles tightening around the shadows that held you in their thrall.

The shadows seemed to feed on your release, their movements growing more erratic and powerful as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

The one at your mouth moved to your ear, whispering dark secrets that sent chills racing down your spine and made your toes curl in ecstasy.

The tendrils within you grew thicker, stretching and filling you in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You could feel the shadow's essence pulsing in time with your heartbeat, a silent declaration of ownership.

As the last of your climax subsided, the shadows retreated slightly, allowing you to catch your breath. But they didn't release you entirely.

"We'll be back," the shadow whispered into your ear.

The words sent a thrill down your spine, a promise that was both exciting and unsettling.

You nodded, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. The shadows retreated fully, dissolving into the darkness from which they'd come.

You lay there for a moment, panting and disoriented, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. The shadows had vanished, leaving only the lingering heat between your legs and the feeling of their grip on your wrists.

You looked around the room, the moonlight casting everything in a silvery glow, but there was no sign of your nocturnal visitor.

With a heavy sigh, you close your eyes, willing your racing heart to calm.

The tendrils of sleep began to weave their way through your thoughts again, the remnants of your dream clinging to your consciousness like the last notes of a haunting melody.

As your breaths grew steadier, you found yourself slipping back into the welcoming embrace of slumber, the shadow's parting words echoing in your mind.

I'm behind but should get able to catch up in the next few days. Thank you drafts

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[cat-or-kitten]

GUYYYYS

I got the suri shadowbabies mug from @jmoonjones

God i love my family 😭🩷🌲

[onionjulius]

Remember when I said I would draw a Catelyn Stark calendar with 100% Catelyn Stark art as revenge for the official ASOIAF calendars never having her in them?

Yeah maybe I should still one day do that even though she finally got in one

but I would need like the 12 most iconic Catelyn Stark scenes ... hmmmm ...

[vokpodcast]

VOK 756 - Agatha Christie Reread 21 - Cards On The Table

Bina007 and Hannah discuss arguably one of the most under-rated Hercule Poirot novels, and the THIRD that Agatha Christie published in the prolific year of 1946. The set up is simple: four detectives, four suspects, one victim, no tricks. Who dunnnit? Spoiler free to the end music and spoiler full thereafter. [MP3] Download or play this episode directly[Archive]View this episode’s page on…

[nikethestatue]

Genuine question: why do so many readers always want the MALE characters 'to be happy'?

Why not the female characters?

Why is it always 'I just want my baby Lucien to be happy!!!!!!!!!' Why don't you want Elain to be happy? What did she do not to warrant anyone's worry or sympathy?

"I just want my shadowbaby Azzy to be happy!!!! Elain will never make him happy. He needs to be with Gwyn who'll make him happy!!!!!"

What about Gwyn? And good ol' Elain? Does Gwyn WANT to make shadowbaby Azzy happy? Is that her task in life? And to have his babies with her stretchy pelvis? Maybe Gwyn is a lesbian? Maybe Gwyn wants to gallop on her pegasus and lead charge in a battle? Where is the consideration for Gwyn's happiness and needs in this Gwynriel equation? What if Gwyn wants Azriel to be happy? But not with her?

Elain wants to be happy. And she wants to be happy with Azriel. How come that doesn't matter?

People keep whining about Tamlin and how Feyre didn't make him happy! Because 'he did so much for her!!!' As if she didn't do anything for him. And all these ridiculous 'Tamlin needs a good woman (why not Elain? because flowers) so he could be happy and have his redemption arc!!

These women: the Archeron sisters, Gwyn, Emerie, to some extent even Mor, LoA--they've ALL suffered tremendously. The sisters and Gwyn are only in their 20s, yet somehow, 'Lulu suffered SO. MUCH. Nothing compares to his suffering!!!' Don't remember when Lulu lived in abject poverty. Or had his sister decapitated in front of him. Or was kidnapped and turned into a differed species. But yes, nothing in Prythian's history compares to the suffering of one Lucien Vanserra.

Not gonna lie. It's weird. It's weird to live in a space where women are so hated.

[greenbloods]

asexual characters in westeros

vaegon. too based for the red keep, too cringe for westeros (targ genes). antithesis of icky old man jaehaerys' idea of an ideal man [a hyper-militaristic strong man who has the hots for his sister-wife and enacts control over the women in his life]. peaces out of the family drama and becomes an archmaester. he and saera are two sides of the same coin. the only way to outlive the red keep is to escape it

varys. kind of low hanging fruit but cmon. though i guess this is more a show canon thing with the one scene between him and oberyn, but it still applies to book canon

larys strong. all credit to the show for making him a foot freak who mostly uses his sexuality as a power thing over alicent. however. i am just a freak for ace evil advisors scheming and conniving because the only thing they have the hots for is power and the Realm. in fact yknow what? skahaz mo kandaq the shavepate is also ace. and tyland lannister. i would make petyr ace to were it not for yknow *gestures broadly at littlefinger*

maegelle. ok so the only ways to escape jaehaerys and alysanne is to refuse to play the game of marriages, right? and you either do that by being saera, or by taking vows against marriage like vaegon. maegelle was promised to be a septa at a young age so i dont know how much being ace played into that decision, but i think it's a nice parallel between her and vaegon and rounds out the trio

maegor. nah im just fucking with you. but imagine, right?

stannis. ok canonically he does share melisandre's bed willingly and not just for shadowbaby making purposes but to me he is ace. marching off to bed like robert would march off to war, the opposite of robert in every way, ice to his fire. plus it would make the baratheon brothers bi ace and gay respectively and thats something.

cheese of notable gang 'blood and.' yep thats right diversity wins your local ratcatcher childmurderer is ace <3

meera reed. zeroooo evidence for this i just like positing stuff <33

qhorin halfhand. soorryyy to all the manceqhorin truthers out there but when when mance said "the Halfhand was carved of old oak, but I am made of flesh" that was all the confirmation i needed. plus half the watch is gay so i think everyone was looking at qhorin like he was the odd guy out who took his oath to the watch too seriously while everyone else was rolling their eyes at old man Q too proud to get it down in mole's town

blackfish. 100% ace and aro this is literally canon he doesnt want to get married hes not interested in it. in this world where to be a be a woman is to marry and to be a man is to marry and to marry is to consummate he refuses to participate in the system outright!! he takes a nice nepo uncle job with his niece in the vale and settles down for 20 years as the seven intended. aroace blackfish is real to me.

[sonadowkismesis]

Baby Hedgehog Boy Is So Small Fighting Plush in Two Hands New Baby Shadow Boy Toy Tiny For Baby Small Aww Ultimate Fun Pal Happy Happy Shadowbaby For 2 or 3 Every Hedgy All Aww Cuteness Adorable New Toy Shadow Pet Hedgehog Shadow Round Cute Striped Baby Hedgy Aww

[uncannyzuck]

So, I have a Chinese Battle & Chase manhua and I wanted to share a few highlights that I forgot about until I was going through my comic collection earlier.

The collapse of the Shadow dojo, leaving Shadowman and the Shadowbabies homeless.

Napalmman being weirdly obsessed with Chill Penguin. He takes him hostage.

Quickman's ass.

[jmoonjones]

A day in the life of a Shadowbaby 🩵

Ensure Azriel wakes up refreshed by plugging up his ears to drown out the sounds of his neighbours 🙉

Book club 📚 The Suriel hooks them up with the latest books, and Bryaxis… likes to feel included 💜

Help Az gather intel by blending into the crowd to pick up news and gossip 🧐

[shadowbugtidbits]

Cute Tidbits:

Adult Shadowbugs will often let their Shadowbaby siblings climb over or play on them. Sometimes, the adult sibling will join in on the fun and gently play with the babies.

However, if the baby siblings start displaying signs of actual aggression such as hard bites, then the parents may intervene and discipline the little ones, saying "Don't be mean to your siblings."

Same goes for Shadowbabies with adopted Irken siblings. Yes, Shadowbugs do sometimes adopt smaller Irkens, which is kinda cute/funny.

[mewtwobootleg]

Pt 1 of story

(Xtwo is a common mewtwo x)

(Zyla is a baby mewtwo x half y with a holly leaf on her head)

(Cherry is a female mewtwo y)

(Slash is a common mewtwo y)

(Ruth is a pink mewtwo x)

(Spirit is a shadow mewtwo w blue eyes)

      Hello?

Xtwo turned his head.

Slash froze.

Zyla squeaked.

Cherry gasped slightly.

It was back. Years later.

The cloud of musty blue, purple, and black dust with a light in the middle swirled like a tornado, floating through the open window into the house. Papers flew everywhere, and lights flickered as it neared them. Xtwo protectively swerved his hand over Zyla, making sure to keep the her safe. Cherry held Slash’s hand, who was closest to her. They all had a look of recognition on their faces, except for confused Zyla.

“This is really bad…” Xtwo muttered, half angrily and half fearfully. “Me kno…” Zyla whimpered, holding Xtwo’s hand tighter as the wind blew faster. “Just get out of the house, and fly for your life-“ before Cherry could finish, the black swirling form casted a long loop of dark wind toward her, grabbing her waist. She shrieked, losing her grip to her brother’s trembling hand as it pulled her into the dark swirling mass, her screams of terror becoming muffled. “No… NO! This is bad already?!?” Slash staggered back, breathing heavily. Xtwo stood wide-eyed at the swirling storm. “MOTHERR!!” Zyla shrieked, hugging Xtwo’s hand in a tight grip. Xtwo looked down at her with fearful eyes as the storm flew nearer to them, knocking down a chair in the kitchen. “Let’s slowly walk outside. Don’t let it know. I’ll distract it while y’all escape. Hurry!” Slash commanded, running to the dark storm and holding his arms out wide. Xtwo nodded in panic, crouching as he slowly snuck to the back door. Zyla walked along with him, her hand tightly in his. But before they knew it, the storm made a loud yowl of wind, tossing a ton of swirling back tentacles of dark wind in every direction. Slash screamed as he was forcefully flung into the swirling dark wind, the slings of air catching him. Xtwo yelled in terror as the storm caught his grip. Zyla whimpered, holding his hand continuously as the wind tugged at her feet and small, fragile body. “Zyla… I won’t let you into the storm! Grab the stair railing, NOW!” Zyla froze when she saw the pole ascending from the steps. She wanted to listen to Xtwo, but she couldn’t. “But… fad! You’ll get in the st- “NOW!!” Xtwo’s voice rung out as his feet slid on the wooden floor. The urgency and fear of his voice naturally caused her to panic, and she grabbed the white pole, letting go of Xtwo’s hand. “Don’t let go, poothead. With your life!! DONT LET GO!!” Xtwo cried out, gritting his teeth as he flung into the void of dark wind. Zyla froze, a tear welling in her eye as he disappeared. “XTWO!”

“What a great day it’s been, hasn’t it?” 

Spirit yawned, rolling on his back. Ruth chuckled, blocking her eyes from the setting sun before them. The day had been great. After she had returned from school, just like every day, she would run into the forest and find Spirit along with his buddies, the Shadowbaby group. The Shadowbaby group was a pack of baby shadowtwos, who would always get into trouble. They had classes. One shadowtwo would be the Jamal of the group (the leader), and one would be the Jit (the deputy). Spirit was 16, the oldest shadowtwo in the group. He and Ruth would get together every day and have some fun. Today they had ran around a cliff, exploring in the rocks. They also had visited an abandoned gas station. Right now, they were laying on a soft grassy hill, watching the sun set on the horizon.

“This day has been perfect like you said…” Ruth smiled, leaning on Spirit. The sun casted a warm orange and yellow glow on their fur and the surroundings. “Anyways, I think I should go now. My family might be wondering where the hedge I am.” Ruth quickly sat up, then winced as a shot of nausea came unto her, causing her to come falling back down again. Spirit looked at her worrying. “Are you still not feeling well?” He mewed, helping her up. “No… I haven’t. I’ve never had a sickness like this before. It’s been going on for a few weeks… but I’m sure it will clear up. To be honest though, the only annoying thing really is that whatever this sickness is, it’s making me pale. And I came in the first day of school looking like this… and everybody thinks this is my real color.” She frowned, half annoyed half amused. Spirit chuckled. “Well, at least when you turn back your real color, everyone’s gonna be shocked. It’s brilliant!” Spirit laughed, and Ruth smiled as she walked into the forest towards home. “That’s so nice of you. Remember, meet me at the Red Rock tomorrow, got it?” She ran farther down into the woods, turning into a blur. Spirit held his hand up and waved.

“Got it.”

Ruth panted as she approached the door to the house. She picked off a leaf on her ear, then opened the door with a smile. Upon opening it, she was greeted by silence. An eerie feeling came within her, causing her smile to fade. “Hello? Xtwo? Slash?” She ran around the living room, and a worse feeling overcame her while she scanned the line of fallen objects and chairs. What had happened? “Anyone? Is- Zyla!” Ruth’s ears perked up as she spotted the babytwo curled up next to the stairs, looking devastated. The hollyleaf on her tiny head was twisted. “Zyla! What happened?!” Ruth dashed up to the babytwo, putting her hands around the baby’s head. “Xtwo… Cheeeery… Sash… gone!” Zyla cried out. Ruth immediately sensed danger, and grabbed the baby monitor and went to the recordings. Her eyes couldn’t believe what she was seeing when she caught sight of earlier’s recording. “They… got taken… the dark wind! I KNOW that!” Ruth gasped, memories flooding her mind. The rain… the car… the injury… the mewtwo in the cape… the wind that attacked her and her family and friends when she was 6… that was the same wind in the video! It had come back! “This can’t be happening…” she muttered in utter disbelief as she watched the dark wind fly out the window with her family. “They’re gone! They’re really gone! No…!!”

lil story I’m making (:

There will be a part 2, I promise lol

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

Azriel

He's a good boy

Loves boops but would never admit it

Just a baby

[zorosdimples]

kae! have you seen ryoko kui’s drawing of shadowheart? <3

SHE DREW SHADOWBABY? MY WIFE? WHAT? I HAD NO IDEA—THIS IS NEWS TO ME!!!!!!!!

edit: OMFG ALL THE ELVES! BG3 AND DAI AND DOS INCLUDED OOOHHH THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOF WTF