#shallowy

[gabessquishytum]

Dream gets dosed with sex pollen for reasons. Hob shows up in the Dreaming to find it burning hot and covered in flowers, pollen thick in the air. He’s alarmed when he reaches the throne room and finds Dream curled around himself, covered in sweat. He’s barely coherent, full of need as he stares hob down. He’s got no filter in this state and he tells hob exactly what he’d like to do to his tight, perfect hole.

Oh we love the sex pollen. I mean, Dream probably doesn't. But I do.

And Hob is just standing there, blushing and squirming as Dream stares at him. Dream himself is entirely naked and his form keeps changing, like his genitals can't stick to one state of being. From moment to moment he's got a cunt, a cock, two cocks, a stamen, a cloaca. Each version of his sexual organs is extremely aroused, and Hob just knows that he's got to do something about this. Dream is suffering, hell the whole realm is suffering.

So he strips off there and then in front of Dream’s throne and offers himself up. Dream can have his tight little hole and fuck it with as many of his genitalia as he wants. There's some kind of lube already dripping down Hob’s thighs thanks to the dreaming and he's really never been more ready.

All over the world people are having wet dreams, and a lot of them end up dreaming about Hob - because Dream himself is so absolutely focused on his precious human and his precious hole. The sex pollen may be gone in the morning, but Dream will still be curled around Hob, thrusting shallowy inside his puffy overstretched rim. The dreamlord may be repressed as fuck, but once he gets his hands on something he likes, he's not well known for giving it up.

Hob has exactly zero complaints about that.

[criptochecca]

i love how we always jump to extremes in this kind of discussions “women are always sidelined and written more shallowy then their male counterparts, every single time” “thats absolutely 100% a lie, it totally never happens, if you are not interested in female characters it’s just because of your misogynist biases”

[viviennehollisart]

Ethereal water creatures, I think they're the unicorns of the underworld...

Yellow Seahorse

The yellow seahorse Swam as One Finding her treasures Of Silver stones And us mere mortals Think there's none

Our human hands Wanting those treasures Shallowy go Into the crust We pull them back out ... Just a handful of dust!

Shop: Yellow Seahorse

[minwooks-moved]

can i not admire a guy v shallowy every now nd then ????????

[otterfool]

Some thoughts on For The Future...

Spoilers ofc

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So, two are the things I didn't like about the episode...

Disney and S3

The "long episode" format, at least to me, doesn't work

Unfortunately the flow of the narration suggers from this. We go from moments of pure hype (for ex. blob belos entering entering one of the clones "tombs") to very simple and casual moments (ex. the 1st part of the school arch)

This also translates in some quick storytelling that kinda left me feelin like meh...

For example, I'd love a more in depth analysis of willow struggles, but that too me felt sped up and just shallowy touched

But again, this is not to blame on the writers but on Disney itself that decided to trow away an amazing story like owl house

The Raine Situation

Ok so...I don't like the fact that Belos took control of puppet raine cause this, to me, feels like a "raine brainwashed by tea" plot line

Cause we know how this is gonna turn out...belos/raine is gonna face off against eda, eda will try to make em "reason" without knowing what's going on, puppet rain will fight eda

It's just the poisoned tea plot again, used to create suspense in the viewer

Wouldn't have been better if belos took control of eda's father? The same conflict would be there (will eda harm someone she loves?) but at least it'd be something new and we'd have seen in screen someone we didn't see for a long time

Again, this is my opinion!

[consumedkings-archive]

43. “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?” and 42. “Are you flirting with me?” for John x Elliot? ☺️☺️

sfHGKASDF gosh this one was so fun. I played around with a couple of different scenarios but settled on a sort-of-AU, I hope you like it!! Tysm lovely!!  (ꈍᴗꈍ)

John/Elliot + “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?” + “Are you flirting with me?” ~800 words! 

Taken from this prompt list; feel free to send in more! These are a blast.  ♡

“You look troubled, deputy,” John drawled from the window of his expensive, sporty car—the kind which was not driven in Hope County unless it was passing through, and which she had seen enough times to know was his.

Elliot wasn’t stupid. She knew John Seed—or Duncan, or whoever and whatever he was—it didn’t matter, because she knew him. She knew his type. She’d met him once, in a bar, and he might not have remembered her: but she sure as fuck remembered him.

“You blew through two red lights, Mr. Seed,” Elliot replied flatly. “I find that troubling.”

“That doesn’t sound like me at all.” She could see his eyes squint behind the blue of his sunglasses as he tried to read her last name. “Have we met before, Deputy… Honeysett? That’s a nice last name. Sounds sweet.”

Elliot pushed her own sunglasses down on her nose, one arm propped up against the frame of the car as she stared at John. He flashed what she could only assume to be his most charming smile, and she thought, Fucking Seed boys.

“You were also driving thirty miles over the speed limit,” she continued, as though he hadn’t said anything to her at all, and she pulled her hand off of his car to start detailing his criminal offenses. It was unfortunate someone couldn’t be ticketed for being handsome and a fuckhead at the same time, she thought absently. “That’s two red lights in addition to speeding, so that’ll be five hundred and ninety-two dollars, Mr. Seed.”

“Pardon? There’s no way that a fucking speeding ticket is five hundred dollars.”

“I’ll speak slowly so that you understand,” Elliot snapped. “Two red lights is forty-eight dollars per light. Speeding thirty miles over the speed limit is two hundred dollars—”

“That is not nearly six hundred dollars—”

“—but when you speed in a school zone,” she finished, “you get ticketed double the standard amount. Five hundred and ninety two dollars.” Her gaze flickered down to his lap. “And you haven’t got your seatbelt on. I’m afraid that’s an additional one hundred and twenty-four dollars, Mr. Seed, which brings you to a remarkable seven hundred and sixteen dollars.”

John scoffed, and when she slapped the ticket into his hand, he pushed his glasses up onto his head to look at her. “You really are troubled, aren’t you?” he sighed. “So tired. Shouldering a burden you shouldn’t have to. I’m certain you don’t enjoy this. So what is it, then?” A dark brow arched loftily at her. “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

There was something wicked about the way he said it, purring the words at her, pretty like an oil-slick and twice as poisonous; he was certainly maintaining too much eye contact for her to take his words as a genuine interest in her immortal soul and what sins it might have been bearing.

“Isn’t the consideration of where I’m going after death your brother’s job?” she deadpanned. John grinned wolfishly.

“I’m always willing to make an exception and branch out,” he ventured slyly, “for the right woman.”

“Mr. Seed,” Elliot said, carefully punching each word on the way out of her mouth, “are you flirting with me?”

He looked awfully and dreadfully pleased with himself, and he tossed the ticket onto his passenger seat before he leaned up to his window a little. John’s gaze traveled over her once, very deliberately, before he said, “Is it working?”

A little, she thought absently, but not enough to get you out of this mess, you fucker.

“Bribing an officer is a felony,” she replied, offering him her best smile. “So, you tell me. Is it?”

John’s expression flattened. His lips pressed together and he sighed. “Just a little friendly, small-town banter, Deputy Honeysett,” he remarked casually. “Don’t take it so seriously.”

“I won’t.” She straightened up, slapping the top of his car once. “Have a pleasant afternoon.”

“Wait, I do know you,” John said suddenly, when she had started to turn away. “From the bar, a year ago, wasn’t it? You’re friends with that…” He snapped his fingers as he tried to remember. “Well, anyway, I remember you. Hard not to, when we had such a strong, instant connection, don’t you think?”

Elliot felt embarrassment crawl up her throat. Popping her sunglasses back up on her nose, she gritted her teeth and called over her shoulder, “Mr. Seed, I love writing tickets. If you’d like to continue giving me a chance to do what I love, you’re more than welcome to, but if not I suggest you carry on with your day.” Fucker.

“Sure thing, deputy!” His voice was a thousand times lighter than it had been, delighted at his having remembered her, at knowing that there had been some kind of connection between them once, many moons ago. If he thinks that’s going to get him out of shit, she thought, he’s in trouble. “It was lovely seeing you again.”

Elliot slid into the driver’s side of her car, slamming the door and watching as John slowly pulled off of the side of the street.

“Can’t say the feeling’s mutual,” she muttered, tapping a cigarette out of the carton. “Fuckhead.”

[strawbewwysamurai]

I am here I am queer and I drank coffee again so I have hives :D

[dealersdencantina]

Mara Jade

I was just thinking about this. It also helps that she was on my dashboard.

Since this is primarily a SWTOR blog, this’ll be about SWTOR. Trust me, this won’t be deep. In fact, it very selfish and shallowy.

I wish we had a Jedi Character like her in this game. That light and dark with in without being too preachy about things one way or another? PLEASE!!!

And I wish so fervantly that we could use blasters on our Jedi so we can get that particular aesthetic. I’ve always liked the combo. Sometimes, a lightsaber is just too noticable. Also, I REALLY wish we had a body suit that was similar to hers. Sure, we can...KIND of recreate it in game, but not exactly. I need a cat suit top AT THE LEAST that has the goggles and the bandana.

(nope. i sure WOULD NOT put my jedi knight in that outfit, NOPE)

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

2:15 PM

Warnings: Smut, hybrid reader, dom Felix

Your long, red fox tail waved from side to side as you were in between Felix’s parted legs, his dick down your throat. You were bobbing your head up and down, rubbing his shaft every time your lips came to the tip. His head was leaned back against the back of the couch, his tight jeans still on as you had pulled his length out the top.

He had a long day at practice, so you decided to relieve him. The slurping sounds from your mouth filled your ears, along with his deep, raspy moans. He stretched his hand out and stroked your head, making your ears flick. He smiled at you watched his length disappear into your mouth, covered in your saliva.

“Such a good little fox, aren’t you? My sweet baby.” He rasped.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, his eyes taking over your body as he licked his lips.

“Strip.” His deep voice said lowly.

You quickly discarded your clothing, leaving yourself in your full naked glory. He looked between your legs, seeing the top of your thighs glistening with arousal.

“Come here baby.” He called, stretching an arm out to you.

You walked into it and yelped as he pulled you onto his lap, his length pressed against your soaked heat. He pressed soft kisses to your nipples, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“You’re such a good girl, you deserve a good fucking for what you do for me.” He purred.

He grabbed his length and ran in along your soaked folds, making your eyes close in bliss. He lined the tip up with your entrance and slowly dragged your hips down. He slid into you with ease, your arousal making it easy.

“So soaked baby, does making master feel good turn you on that much?” He asked, bottoming out.

Your jaw went slack as he was pushed up to the hilt inside of you, nodding quickly.

“Yes master, it turns me on so much. I love pleasing you.” You moaned.

His hands gripped your hips as he guided you up and down his length, watching your core engulf around his length. He leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly on it as his hands remained on your waist. Your hips bounced on his length, your eyes closed in bliss as his length rubbed your sweet spot, small whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

You let out a loud moan as he grabbed your hips and fucked up into you, making your tits bounce with every snap of his hips. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you tightened around him and hit your high, still bouncing your hips in time with his thrusts to help him reach his own high.

He let out a raspy moan beneath you as he clutched your hips tightly, hot spurts painting your insides as he held you still, shallowy thrusting into you. After he rode out his high he stopped thrusting, pulling you into his chest as he kept himself inside of you.

He pressed a soft kiss to one of your fluffy ears, softly stroking the other. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as he let out a deep, raspy chuckle.

“My good, sweet little fox.”

[jammedmuses]

@drecmsdrcwn​ liked [♦] (BENDY)

There’s a new soul, new flesh, slitherin’ around his studio.

He knows it. He can feel it. Smell the freshness. He can hear the tippy toe steps creaking the wooden floors, echoing into decayed halls.

The constant grin widens slightly, but it’s with something vicious. The criminal always returns to the crime scene.

Finally. He could make one of his traitors feel at least a tiny bit of what they made him go through, and how it lasts even now. It’s time to hunt. And it’s frankly a pretty unfair hunt, since he sensed just about every corner of this place, prey couldn’t hide from him, not for long.

But it’s not like he cared about it being fair. Things weren’t fair to him, why should he make it fair to them?

“ Come. ” He utters out, anticipation in his voice. “ Come and see what all your work culminated to. Aren’t ya so proud? ”

Bendy wastes no time to hunt, rushing down halls and rooms, towards where he knew his prey was lurking. Webbed trails of ink that slid and tainted through everything quickly advanced, warning of his dangerously close approach.

“ Come, face the consequences. ” A disturbingly angry tone beneath the shallowy cheerful tune.

The Ink Demon is here. His smile betrays. What force in the world could quell such enraged flames?

[cflcyalties-blog]

old ham blogs are rising from the grave and now i’m hoping an Eacker rises from the shallowy pits of hell

[takkynoko]

Which of the nine are your current favourite Kyuranger?

Oh Raptor for sure. She’s cute and serious and fun in a way that doesn’t annoy me. I want to like Stinger, but he seems to be only shallowy cool? Like he doesn’t have the stuff to back up his machoism. Which KyuuRanger is your favorite?