#and the ending? wtf LMAO

[seldompathic]

Trying to remember that I can enjoy things, even if other people didn't like it.

Reading YouTube comments on Sonic Prime stuff was a bad idea. Got me feeling stupid for liking my silly crazy boys :(( Was the show flawed? I mean, yeah. Almost fundamentally. But still, it made me laugh and smile and kick my feet! It made me feel like a kid again, and y'know what? That's enough for me.

It ABSOLUTELY had its share of cringe moments, but for everything that Prime was, second-hand embarrassment and all, I was BEAMING. I can understand (and agree) with a lot of the backlash without shitting on it entirely. I can nod along with fuming fans while cheering for my favorite goofballs. I can appreciate the beautiful animation, the composition, and the sheer AMBITION of such a massive and dramatic project. The humor, the expressions, the fluidity of some of those fight scenes..MAN.

I will always adore Prime, awful pacing or not, and that isn't because I'm blind to the mistakes throughout its run. It's because I love the blue blur enough to see past the hiccups. That's my funny little guy, after all. So fuck it.

I love my little show :))

[teddybeartoji]

im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

[evelynpr]

Anime twt so shit they're calling Spy x Family basic heteronormativity and boring as the "correct" stance. Sorry the performative role and war trauma narrative flew over your head, can't be me.

[almondcroissantsandink]

i feel the need--the need for speed!

[secretl1fe0fm3]

floral & fading ~ matty healy x fem!reader

“thrusting about your apartment, drowned on the blankets, floral and fading.”

warnings: dealer!matty, cannabis consumption, smut, choking, oral, sub!reader, soft dom!matty, admitting feelings, very fluffy at the end <3

18+ minors dni!!!

2.2k+ words

You’re sitting not-so-patiently in your apartment, scrolling through a random streaming service, trying to find something interesting to watch. A sudden knock at your door jolts you out of your deep contemplation. You get off your couch and walk over to your door, getting on your tip toes to look through the peep hole. Smiling softly to yourself at the sight of Matty, you unlock the door and open it.

“What could you possibly want?” You joke with him, opening the door wider and motioning for him to come inside. Matty lets out a chuckle and walks inside, kicking his shoes off. You shut the door behind him and lock it again, turning to face him.

“What a way to welcome a guest, love.” He grins cheekily, teasing you. He pulls a baggy out of his coat pocket, and shakes it in front of your face. “Special delivery!” Matty sing-songs, holding an eighth of weed in his hands.

“Only took you the whole day.” You tease, snatching the baggy out of his hands and walking towards the couch. He follows after you, laughing to himself.

“Someones in a mood, huh?” Matty questions, sitting next to you on your couch.

You ignore his comment and grab your grinder off the coffee table, opening it and the bag of weed. Your fingers work skillfully, pulling apart the large buds, putting the smaller pieces in the grinder.

Matty watches you intently, grabbing some rolling papers out of his pocket and setting them on the table, silently offering you them. You glance over at him and grin, “You’re a life saver, how’d you know I didn’t have any?”

He chuckles and shrugs, “Lucky guess.”

You continue to work on the bud, twisting the grinder in your hands. You open it back up slowly, making sure no bud falls out. Matty takes the grinder out of your hands and pours some of the ground bud on the paper and begins rolling it up. His fingers work nimbly as he leans down and wets the lining of the paper with his tongue, securing it. You stare at him, lost in the way he continues to finish the joint with ease.

“You got a lighter, love?” Matty’s question jolts you out of your trance, you look back up at his face quickly. You clear your throat softly and reach into your hoodie pocket, fishing out your lighter.

Matty laughs to himself, your gaze not going unnoticed. He takes the lighter from your hand and sits back on the couch, lighting the joint. He inhales deeply, allowing the smoke to travel down deep into his lungs, the burning sensation feeling familiar and welcomed. After holding the hit in, he exhales, letting the smoke escape past his lips.

He holds the joint out towards you, “That’s some good shit babe, you’re gonna love it.” You reach out for the joint and bring it towards your lips. You inhale, watching the cherry light up. The smoke fills your lungs quickly, warm and comforting. Closing your eyes, you lean back on the couch as well, exhaling up at the ceiling. A smile falls across your face, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

You both sit in silence and continue to pass the joint in between each other. Coughing every so often when either of you accidentally take too big of a hit. Your head turns and you look over at Matty, your eyes feeling heavy.

Through the smoke filled living room, his eyes meet yours. A smirk spreads across his face, "How're you feeling, love?" His voice sounds far away, your head swimming in your high. He ashes the last of the joint on the paper towel sitting on the table. Matty reaches for the blanket on the back of your couch and throws it over the both of you, scooting closer until your legs are touching.

You grin at him lazily, letting the warmth of the blanket engulf your body. His hand reaches out and rests on your thigh under the blanket. Heat travels up onto your cheeks, the air suddenly thickening.

"Matty," You breathe out softly, resting your head on his shoulder. The sudden need for him overtaking every fiber of your being.

You look up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown wide. "I need you-" You mumble out, barely coherent.

Matty moves quickly at your request, his body molding with yours as he pulls you onto his lap without difficulty. You gasp out softly at the quick movement, your hands moving onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

"You need me to do what? Use your words, pretty girl." Matty hums, his hand moving to your cheek then your neck, slightly applying pressure.

You gulp underneath his grip, voice barely above a whisper, "Need you to fuck me." You grip onto his shoulders tighter, giving yourself leverage to grind your hips lazily but firmly against his. Your cheeks redden as you feel his erection growing through his pants.

Matty's grip tightens on your throat, properly cutting off your airways momentarily. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His grip loosens lightly, eyes watching you intensely.

Matty trails his hand down from your throat to your chest, reaching his other hand under your hoodie, helping you pull it off. His eyes flicker down to your exposed chest, his pupils expanding at the sight.

"Fuckin' so pretty, baby." He breathes out, eyes drinking you in.

You continue to grind against him, small whines escaping from your mouth. Leaning down, you attach your lips to his, kissing him with fever. Matty moans into the kiss, his hands moving down to grip your hips.

Deepening the kiss, you run your hands under his shirt, pulling at it. Matty breaks the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere in the room. Your hands roam up and down his chest before resting your hand on the hem of his jeans. Biting your lip, you undo his belt and pull it off quickly.

You let yourself slip off his lap, grabbing onto his jeans and boxers, pulling them down with you. The blanket falls off of you, gathering at the ground. Your knees hit the floor gently as you look up at him. Matty spits into his hand, and rubs his length, wetting it. You watch with heavy lids, eyes silently begging him.

Matty reaches down and grips your chin in between his fingers, “Gonna suck me off? Get me all ready and wet for your pussy? Hm?” His tone almost condescending.

You nod quickly, wanting to please him in any way possible. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, vibrating with anticipation.

He pulls your face towards his hips, gripping onto your chin. Matty gives you a small nod, silently granting you permission. You grab onto the base of his dick, pulling it towards your lips. Your tongue gives his tip small kitten licks before taking his length into your mouth quickly.

Matty groans out as your head bobs up and down over his length, your lips sucking him off feverishly. He bites his lip hard, watching you take his full length with ease.

You continue to suck, swirling your tongue around his length. Your eyes water slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat, but your movements don’t falter.

Matty’s hand grips onto your hair, pulling you off of him. A trail of spit connects from your lips to his length, your eyes blown.

Matty is panting heavily, memorizing the look in your eyes as he pulls you back onto his lap. He tugs your shorts down quickly as you straddle him. His hand reaches down and feels the wet spot forming on your thong. Your cheeks redden, almost embarrassed from how wet you are just from sucking him off.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. I don’t even have to prep you, yeah?” Matty taps the front of your panties, pushing them to the side, exposing your dripping cunt.

“Please fuck me, please,” You whine out, pushing down on his erection.

Matty smirks at you, and lines himself up with your pussy, guiding you down onto his length. You gasp out softly as you inch yourself down, your aching heat pulsating around him.

“Fuck, so tight, you feel so good around me, love.” Matty grunts out, his head leaning back against the couch, watching you as you sink down.

At his praise, you start to bring your hips up and then back down in quick succession, riding him. Small whines fall from your lips as he hits the sweet spot inside of you.

Matty’s hands rest on your hips, helping you ride him more efficiently. His nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents in your hips. You moan out, unable to contain yourself. Your hips continue to rock into his.

“Feels so good, Matty..“ You breathe out heavily, your fingers gripping onto him tightly. Your head leans down on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as you continue to ride him with earnest.

His hips buck up into yours as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You pant into his neck, biting down gently as his length hits your spot repeatedly. You let out a muffed grunt as you feel Matty’s hips stutter, his thrusts becoming shorter and quicker, chasing his own release.

“Gonna come baby, fuck.” He moans out, gripping onto your hair and pulling your head out from his neck. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers in your hair. Your hips falter as your orgasm falls over your body, your tight heat clenching down on him.

Matty watches you with heavy eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan, watching your orgasm wash over you. It was enough to send him over the edge too, quickly pulling your hips off of his length. He grips onto his length and gives it a few firm strokes before spilling his load all over your lower stomach. His head hits the back of the couch again, stroking himself through his orgasm. Your eyes stare at him, your lip bitten between your teeth, mesmerized.

His chest rises and falls quickly after he finishes, his other hand instinctively goes back to your hips holding onto you. You smile softly to yourself, trying to slow your breathing. Your body falls into his softly, your forehead leaning onto his as your breathing syncs up.

A smile forms on his face, breathing with you. You push yourself off of him with what little strength you had left, plopping down next to him. Your legs slightly shaking.

Matty takes notice and gets up, walking to your bathroom to get a towel. He comes back and carefully wipes the come off your belly, also cleaning himself off after. Matty tosses the towel to the ground and pulls his boxers back on, sitting next to you on the couch again. He pulls you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. “Well that was..” You start, a breathy laugh forming.

“Perfect, yeah.” Matty finishes your sentence, looking at you and instinctively placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Pink flushes your cheeks as you move in closer to him, your hand resting on his chest, wanting him closer.

His fingers start tracing the freckles on your skin, admiring the goosebumps he’s leaving in its wake. The smile never leaves his face as he reaches down and puts his finger under your chin, moving your eyes up to his.

You smile up at him, your eyes still pink from your high, studying his face. His eyes glimmer in the dim lighting, his pupils expanding as he looks at you with adoration.

“I’ve always wanted to do that, y’know.” Matty admits, his voice cracking momentarily from his dry throat.

You grin at his admittance, nodding. “Me too. Been so hard just being a customer of yours. Always wanted more.” You whisper out, the high still lowering your inhibitions.

His eyes flash from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, the sudden confession fueling something inside of him. You notice and pull him in for a soft kiss.

“God, you’re a fucking dream, baby.” He mumbles against your lips, smiling, kissing you back gently before pulling away.

You let out a small laugh, grabbing the remote on the coffee table, before tucking yourself back into his side. As you get comfortable, you scroll through the options on the streaming service, ultimately deciding on one of your favorite comedies.

You glance up at Matty as he plays with your hair, stroking it softly. He’s watching the movie intently, running his fingers absentmindedly through your hair. Your eyes focus back on the TV as a warm feeling spreads across your cheeks and chest. You let your body melt into his as your eyes flutter shut.

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[gunsatthaphan]

The questions just keep on questioning,,,,,,?¿

[walkinaroundtheuniverse]

i wonder if there was ever a chance of shen jiu and liu qingge geting along. like, did liu qingge think sj was like a pampered master? but there are clear differences between people who were born to wealth and who got it later (at least i think so), so shouldn't he be able to tell the difference? and besides that, i don't think that besides his appearance, sj got many "young mastery" things going on

that is to say, i wish that there was ever a chance of seeing them interact more. sj might be intentionally awful but lqg just unknowingly dropped bomb after another (like when they were choosing the desciples. or maybe knowingly but he was not aware of the real efect he had i guess)

i'm trying to think about it and i don't think they could get along without like reliable third party. sj would never admit it if he had non hateful feeling towards lqg (i doubt he would like recognize them. i think the real link sj and sy had was the amout of delusion and self gaslighting they were able to subject themselves to) and lqg seems like he would just not care if it was a person he disliked (sj in question)

but that dislike is grounded on misunderstaning and lack of like, heart to heart? (writing that with them in question made me cringe. one tries to not have a heart and the other is very particular who he shows the hart to and drop kicks the rest)

but that seems to be like, every relationship in here, and usually it takes one party to die (or die several times, yes sqq im looking at you) and many years for the truth to come up. every except moshang? i am yet to read the official extras but from what i remember it went well for them. truly an author of the story, using his godly powers to avoid dying before getting his feelings out there

[raenef]

man, duviri paradox hits different when you actually know whats going on

my drifter has changed a liiiittle since about a year ago

[silver-horse]

bioware really said "let's release it on halloween... it's so terrible... it's gonna scare the shit out of everyone...the perfect halloween"

[fantomette22]

My life is a meme. You know the one where it's :

October 31st : Halloween 🎃

November 1st : Christmas 🎄

Well guess who got snow this morning lmao ❄️

[r0semultiverse]

Kawaki Homophobia Moments

[xoxovillageboy]

played the entirety of hoa with my roommates tn and im proud to say ive recruited two new jalim truthers

[aero-erin]

I woke up in the middle of the night last night, my brain went, "If TRIGGER had a fast food item, it would be 3-piece chicken strips" and then I went back to sleep thinking that was genius

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

03/11/2025 Progress Update:

TLDR: Drafted about 2K more today, but scrapped a previous 1K so we're at about 25K.

Okay, Kiwi was being dramatic yesterday. Writer's block has scooted out of the way nice and gently for me.

Only because I scrapped 1K words, though, ugh. I've found that writer's block often results when my brain is trying to tell me something isn't working, so I'll usually run through the previous sections with a fine-tooth comb and try to find what's not clicking. And we found it! So gonna stick with the positives here, even if I'm a little upset about losing the words :'( They're going right in the Google Doc of Unused Shit, which is a little over 5K long, yuck.

Eeeee I got to look at some guns today in research of this section, so freaking interesting. Idk if I've said this, but one of the things I was most excited about with this fic was giving Shuichi an actual fondness for his firearms (maybeeee a little obsession, too.) Not because I'm, like, personally into guns ('cause beyond general intrigue, I'm not), but because I frequently saw Phantom Thief AUs pretty explicitly mention Shuichi HAVING a gun but never really dive into his relationship with it. Or, if they did, it's usually pretty similar to Kokichi's, and he just doesn't ever actually use it (if there is a fic that DOESN'T do this, please tell me, I don't wanna generalize here). I wanted to tweak that concept a bit, make it more complex, soooo I did (or at least tried to). And it'll be more prevalent as time goes on yayaya. I just think it's interesting to explore why this particular version of Shuichi would rely on his firearms so heavily.

Anyway! Work is kicking my ass, but we're kicking it right back, yahoo! Can't get me down, I take up space, and there ain't nothing you can do about it!! And you all deserve to take up space, too. We're awesome, rah rah!!!

[goldenpinof]

via kickthepj's stories, 22/01/2025

[buskingalbatross]

decided to try and do something crazy with the phanfics i've written and posted this year. for posterity. updates to come.