#king of prism best 10

[lunawings]

King of Prism -Dramatic PRISM.1- will be in theaters in Japan 8/16/24.

It sounds like a compilation/remaster of everyone's shows from the PRISM.1 in SSS, plus a full CG live of Dramatic Love.

So, in other words, another theater experience similar to Best 10 rather than a new movie with plot.

[pretty-idol-hell]

Idol Land PriPara 10

Well... That was a lot.

I figured I'd open this post the exact way the episode opened. Mario's crotch.

(I'm trying to compare this scene with anything that happened in King of Prism and having a surprisingly difficult time. I think we may have gotten a few Alexander crotch shots, but they were surprisingly rare now that I think of it. And yet, here we are in Idol Land PriPara...)

So, Mario is back in DanPri with his strawberry boxers on full display as he tries his best to overcome his embarrassment so he no longer turns into his rabbit form.

And, actually, it works. Literally flinging the crowd's chant of "deseze!" (lame) back at them, he is able to change it into IIZE!

And so, with a brainwashed Shinya and lots of bugs in tow, Mario's rampage begins.

Instead of getting brainwashed, the dark key meant fror Amamiya ends up locking him in the bathroom, though.

(Which may have answered one of the most randomest questions I've had about PriPara/DanPri. Are there bathrooms? Are they gender-neutral? Yes, but no it seems.)

Mario decides to give the dark mic he found at the end of the last episode to Shinya, and he goes ham as well, launching a direct attack on PriPara as a concerned Ushimitsu ninja follows him.

Amari and SoLaMi Dressing arrive to find PriPara in shambles, with everyone feeling the brainwashing "whatever" effect of the dark keys.

Mario confronts them, causing Shion and Dorothy to immediately whip out their kendo sword and okonomiyaki spatula respectively as this is war.

Amari brings out her greatest weapon, Mario's strawberry boxers, only to discover it no longer works. Mario even offers to show them before Amari quickly interjects.

Meanwhile, Shinya is confronted by Ushimitsu just outside the gates. Ushimitsu sobs and grips onto Shinya's leg as Shinya rejects him. But just as Ushimitsu is about to be consumed by the bugs, however, WITH arrives with vacuum cleaners and goat onesies to save him.

After a quick scuffle, Koyoi is able to incapacitate his former teammate as he can see his weak points... only for Ushimitsu to throw a smoke bomb and allow Shinya to escape out of habit.

Ushimitsu quickly realizes what he's done but it's too late as Shinya runs off to wreak more havoc.

Meanwhile, back inside the gates, Non Sugar has joined the battle, as well as the PriPara nurses. But just as things seem like they are looking up, another threat is revealed:

Shion is dueling a copy of herself. The bugs have started replicating everyone and making dark copies!

The dark copies each threaten their originals in different ways. (Dark Dorothy just lounges around picking her nose, causing Dorothy to flip out about her image being ruined.)

Gaarmageddon-Mi is also fighting the battle in their own way, by performing a ritual outside the gates, when Gaaruru feels the bug inside her stirring again. She wanders off and runs into Mario again who recognizes the bug inside her, reminds Gaaruru of her past, and asks her to join him and return to the way she used to be.

She refuses, so Mario calls Shinya to call bugs to consume her. But Falulu suddenly appears to push Gaaruru aside at the last second and the bugs take her instead!

Mario, however, is pleased with this. Falulu is the ultimate vocal doll, the ultimate idol. Copying her would make the ultimate dark idol!

Falulu vows to protect PriPara, and agrees to challenge Dark Falulu as long as Mario agrees to leave if she wins.

Mario winds up Dark Falulu for the challenge. (I don't think we've ever actually seen the crank on unawakened Falulu used before, have we?)

Mario declares the winner will be the one who completes Cyalume Change. Which is very usual to me, because Cyalume Change has never been difficult to achieve in the past? Don't we usually declare the winner by who has the most iine? Hmm???

This is the halfway point of the episode, btw.

Falulu changes into her unawakened form to challenge Dark Falulu (as apparently she can do that at will?) and we get this kinda cool mirrored performance of the vintage 0-week-old.

Dark Falulu proceeds to copy everyone's Making Dramas just like Falulu once did in season one. But Falulu states what she herself learned, that you can't win that way, and awakens herself again in her original Making Drama.

Falulu Cyalume Changes and Dark Falulu is just never seen again.

So, since Falulu is the clear winner, Mario agrees to leave... the arena, He's not leaving PriPara.

Instead, Mario and Shinya escalate things even further, now hurling bugs into the SKY!

Hibiki, observing the situation from their helicopter, quickly decides Meganii is not doing enough to protect PriPara and once again takes things into their own hands.

The sky is darkened, and Yui is no longer responding as Takki is frozen shut. Mirei points to the sky, where the Yumeme is swarming in bugs. Janice and the time twins rush to try and free it.

As the others try to decide what to do, a crying voice can be heard. "Amari-chaaan!!"

It's Pololo. She thought she was coming to PriPara to visit with everyone, but now she's crouched at the entrance crying in fear over what's going on.

But, determined to show Pololo that PriPara is still PriPara, Laala steps in to solve this problem like she solves every problem: A live!

SoLaMi Dressing and Gaarmageddon plus Gaaruru, Falulu, Fuwari, and Ajimi put on a repeat performance of All Idol Song Precious from the PriParis movie!

This screen is shown before the performance despite several characters above not appearing in the performance because they weren't characters yet when the movie came out.

But anyway, again it seems to be working! Pololo's happiness starts to convert the bugs once more as kirakira rockets up towards the Yumeme key. A quick shot shows us that Mario isn't going to stand for that, however, and just as the girls begin their Cyalume Change...

The performance is interrupted as bugs rocket up from the manhole covers to flood the skies once more. A live feed comes up to show Mario explaining the "present" he sent them is all the bugs Laala has been collecting all this time have now been released from the cave all at once... (Wow Laala was working hard... but anyway.)

The kirakira has now been depleted to the point where even the time twins and Janice can't keep up. The key falls from the sky to crash into the fountain and Janice even turns back into a baby, falling from the sky as well to safely land into Non's arms.

Shinya is celebrating their victory when he is swiftly and quietly kidnapped by Ushimitsu and WITH while everyone is distracted.

Meanwhile, Amari, who has been suffering internal conflict throughout the episode, drops to her knees as she looks upon what PriPara has become. The fallen key, Pololo's tears. It's all my fault. Why am I like this!? She thinks to herself. And, in a moment of weakness she yells out how much she hates herself, for everyone to hear.

Mario appears before her and once again invites her to join him, as they'd once planned. But, she slaps his hand away, deeply disappointing him once again.

And, through tears, Amari formally challenges Mario. If he wins, he can do whatever he wants. But if she wins, he has to stay out of her sight forever.

Mario gloomily accepts.

Amari quietly apologizes to everyone, and explains that since she's the one who created him, she's the one who has to defeat him.

To be continued.

So... yeah uh, as you could imagine. I have a lot of thoughts about this episode. A lot of mixed opinions.

Idol Land PriPara has been honestly amazing and the pacing has been surprisingly good... up until now. This to me is the first and only episode so far that felt extremely rushed. But with the length of the current series as a whole, that's kind of impressive in itself.

If this were classic PriPara, several filler episodes would have taken place in between this episode and the last while Mario tried and failed to handle his embarrassment before finally succeeding and launching an attack. Considering the whole Mario turning into a rabbit thing was just introduced in the last episode only to be overcome in the next, it made me initially wonder why they bothered to introduce it at all.

Also, the whole Falulu vs. Dark Falulu thing would have been its own episode as well, and it would have been proceeded by some scenes if not a whole episode to remind us of the connection between Gaaruru and Falulu. I mean, yeah it makes total sense that Falulu would jump in to save Gaaruru like that, but anyone watching just this series wouldn't fully understand why. It kinda comes out of nowhere.

And it really felt like Falulu, who played such a huge part in this episode, barely spoke at all. Heck she's barely spoke in Idol Land at all!

So this episode was at least three episodes in one, basically. I think they could have easily just made this whole episode just around Mario launching an attack, Pololo getting scared, and the other girls trying to fix things before failing without any of the Mario rabbit/Falulu duel stuff leading up to it. Why bother?

Or so I ask myself while already knowing the answer.

The Mario rabbit thing was just too good to let go. The Falulu duel was too good to let go. This was all stuff they planned out long in advance, perhaps before they knew the series was going to be this short, and they were too good to let go. So they made it work. Sort of.

And honestly. I appreciate that.

That shows love. That shows people who really care about PriPara, about this anime.

So at the end of the day... I liked this episode. They did the best with what they had.

All Idol Song Precious is again, a VERY special song/performance to me (actually my favorite PriPara performance of all time!) and I remembered that recently even before this episode aired while going through my old ticket binders since I found I was using the PriParis coords in some of my last games before leaving Japan. The red/white/blue one had to be collected by visiting the movie theater week after week so it's somewhat rare to have collected all of it.

(Sadly, I left before the actual song was added to the arcade though...) So, I was really happy to see it featured again! I was literally thinking wow, it's so nice to have a version of this uninterrupted by the battle that takes place during the movie when--IT WAS INTERRUPTED and they didn't even finish the song. GAAAAHHHnoooooo...

But I do understand, as far as the episode narrative goes.

And Amari yelling about how she hates herself even after all the growth she went through this season hit me right in the feels. Goddamn, she's so relatable.

And Mario. Behind all of this he's just hurt and lonely and just wants Amari to acknowledge him. So I'm sure that will come out in the next episode.

Anyway, there were no new coords in this episode so I don't know if we'll be getting an episode-based gatcha? They probably will release those PriParis coords in some way but IIRC they were all just SRs so I don't know if they would bother with a gatcha.

If anything, the next song might be morning? (Falulu's arcade song. I think it was on the Switch.)

Oh, I guess I was thinking of one of the 3DS games. I'm surprised 0-week-old is actually on the Switch. So yeah, definitely our next song.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 10/30/24

I added a little bit to the backlog this week (I'm behind on olb) but here's what I've got.

marble wall 2 for @kitten-kokomo @loyal-house-of-lupin @violet-prism-creatively @enigma-the-mysterious @zyrafowe-sny

@kallisto-k @tiercell

“No,” Luz says. “What? No, you are not.” Everyone else turns to stare at them. But Hunter doesn't even look up. “It has to be here,” he says. Gus has to admit, it does make a terrible sort of sense. Those are Caleb's bones, too, aren't they? And Hunter must know that. There's no way he still thinks he's a regular witch. Not after the way he died. (There's a galdorstone tied to Gus's wrist. Thanks to his glimpse of Belos’s memories, Gus is now far too aware of where it came from.) “I don't like it either,” Hunter admits. “But listen. This is an empty grave. You want to hide my body? Nobody’s going to be looking in an empty grave.” “Or stumbling on it by accident. What if we hide it in the woods and someone just happens to dig there? And…” Amity trails off, looking around at everyone else.

marble wall 3 for @eriquin @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @auburnlaughter @wizisbored @twyrewolf

@hurricanebreeze @tamsinswriting

“Why did he kill you?” he asks. “In the… the book, I mean. Luzura is you, right? Why does — sorry for anyone who hasn't read it yet, spoilers —” Vee covers her ears. “Why does Luzura die?” Luz laughs nervously. “It's just a story? We had a little fight because King was being a selfish little shit. We had different ideas of how it would go, and he didn't want to compromise. It doesn't mean anything.” Just a story. It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't matter that a literal god wrote it. Okay. (And it's a good story. Knowing that one of the main characters, the one who dies, is based on Luz makes it a little uncomfortable, but he still kind of loves how it ended. Luzura’s sacrifice was tragic! She saved Ruler and their friends, at the cost of her own life!) “Tell me about it,” he says. “You wrote it together?”

ones left behind for @kalira @aparticularbandit @whimsicalmeerkat @asha10100101010 @shelfthe-reader

The younger bards aren't convinced. “You're going to get caught,” Derwin says. But at least none of them have any complaints about Steve being in charge. Everyone likes Steve. “They know what they're doing,” Steve says. “They wouldn't take a risk like that for no reason.” (Steve also has just a little too much faith in his friends. The CATs, Eberwolf will readily admit, don't have the best track record when it comes to decision making. See: attempting to break into the emperor's mind and getting a kid killed instead. Or everything they did on the Day of Unity.) Eber nods, confident at least in his ability to not be torn to shreds by Eda the Owl Lady. Then he leans against Steve until the witch gives him a pat on the head. Steve gives the best head pats. “Good luck. You're going to need it,” Katya mutters, scribbling something in a journal.

[gifmourningu]

Yes! Precure 5 Gogo! Episode Guide

In case you want to watch Otona Precure but completely forgot what happened in the Yes! 5 series, here's a refresher on the eps that are actually important. Season 1's list has also been updated.

Plot is bolded. Recommended filler (character development oriented) is italicized. Skippable episodes grouped in block quote. For insight into how I decided what was what, look at the read more.

1 — Start

2 — So what even is going on, anyway?

3 — Syrup & Mailpo (+Komachi highlights, Emerald Saucer)

4 — Urara’s audition pt 1... +1 Monarch, get! (+ Syrup focus, Prism Chain)

5 — JK the Monarch’s snoozing. Here’s Karen’s student council duties (Sapphire Arrow, some Syrup focus)

6 — Donut King wakes up (Rin + Syrup focus, Fire Strike)

7 — Visit to Palmier Kingdom (Milk focus; Nozo x Coco, Koma/Nuts bait) Main thing that’s important (blue seed) is flashbacked to later. 

8 — Letter from an unlikely sender (Syrup focus) Anything important is covered again in ep 13 

9 — Detective Komachi (comedic)

10 — Milky Rose

11 — First Henchman defeated

12 — Kurumi joins school 

13 — Syrup lore

14 — Kurumi’s identity 

15 — Childhood Best Friends Refresher #1: Rin & Nozomi (+1 Monarch, get!) More of Rin protecting Nozomi (like her first Cure episode in S1) 16 — Childhood Best Friends Refresher #2: Komachi & Karen Basically S1 Ep28, which they directly reference. 

17 — IRL comedian propaganda (not really funny)

18 — Urara trying at her job pt 2 (Urara + Syrup focus)

19 — Karen writes a letter to her parents (Karen & Kurumi focus)

20 — Komachi & Madoka

21 — Group cooking (Rin & Nozomi focus)

22 — Nozomi teaches Rin’s siblings (Nozomi, Syrup, Coco focus)

23 — Midseason Crisis

24 — New Finisher

25 — New henchmen, Syrup moves in 

26 — The Precure save a city

27 — Komachi conducts exposure therapy on Rin

28 — Monarch #3...and she’s really annoying...and in love with Coco. And doesn’t say anything new lore wise.  29 — Yet another new henchman who plays tennis. (Rin & Karen focus) 30 — A wonky Kaguyahime (Nozomi & Kurumi focus)

31 — New powerup for Milky Rose (Kurumi & Nuts focus)

32 — Ant-sized Precure  33 — A friend's curry shop needs to curry favor with the public! (Urara focus)

34 — Goodbye annoying Monarch (Nozomi x Coco) Honestly, I feel like this is skippable too but if you don’t watch this you won’t have any episodes with this Monarch according to this guide.

35 — Bunbee Cringe Reel

36 — Rigged Quiz Show Part 1 (Karen & Kurumi focus)

37 — Rigged Quiz Show Part 2 (Karen & Kurumi focus)

38 — Red & Blue Rose Powerup that is never seen again (Kurumi & Nozomi focus, henchmen defeated)

39 — Last Monarch (Karen focus)

40 — Urara’s audition part 3 (Urara + Syrup focus)

41 — Tennis/Magician henchman finally reveals his identity to them (Rin focus)

42 — Goodbye Evil Granny (Komachi focus)

43 — A visit from the Director (Nozomi focus)

44 — The Precure act as Santa (Syrup focus) The fight with the henchman is basically all that’s relevant, since it alerts him to the existence of a letter

45-48 — Finale

Long explanation of methodology below:

When I make these guides, I generally aim for the least amount of required episodes to follow major developments. If an important fact is introduced in one episode and then is flashed back to in a subsequent episode, I'll just mark the second as plot instead of the first because the necessary information is repeated. As such, I may mark the introduction (and sometimes death) of a villain as non plot if they don't actually introduce any new mechanic or real threat and are just showing that they exist or don't exist anymore. This is also because most villains in Precure don't actually get a development arc.

In this season, plot refers to Syrup's storyline, the rose garden, and any new major Precure powers. I also bothered to mark villain defeats for this one since they seemed to be trying a little more than normal to show us villain relations (primarily in Anacondy's cruel desperation). And the ones that had nothing to do with anyone's character development got vaporized in new powerups which would have been marked as plot anyway.

As for the monarchs, well. They're technically plot since they need 4 of them to open the road to the rose garden, but they also don't add much to the show in terms of character development (besides the first one, Donut King). At some point when it feels like a "gotta catch 'em all" situation like in S1, I really didn't feel like people would be missing out on much by not seeing all their introduction episodes.

Recommended filler indicates one or more of the following:

There is some form of character exploration here, whether that's development, talking about their past, or showcasing a new relationship dynamic between multiple characters. Basically, if I feel like it's somewhat new to them and not just reaffirming the status quo at the end of it, I mark it as recommended.

They get some small new attack that didn't have a ton of buildup to it. (If it really feels like it's pulled out of nowhere I may just mark it as filler, though that didn't happen in this season.)

The episode is particularly comedic (these are always marked in case you still want to skip them.)

The episode is strangely well directed and yet it isn't a plot episode, or it generally stands out in setup

They had some plot information that is sort of repeated in the future but not completely flashed back to. In which case it's a gray area and I just threw it in here and probably left a note.

And filler is everything else. Maybe it's really boring or annoying to watch, maybe it's just an okay episode that would be enjoyable for someone who isn't looking for much character development. Maybe it's a character learning the same lesson over again and was marked as filler for repetition. You can always watch the previews from previous episodes to see if the content piques your interest.

[curejiraiya]

What do you guys think the King of Prism announcement is going to be? I'm coping really hard but here's the facts

The actual event is a nationwide showing of all the King of Prism media (twitter pointed out to me that they're showing best 10 before SSS which is out of order and they've also never done it in that order before)

After the first showing (March 22nd) there will be an announcement presented by the director + Shin's VA (Junta <3333). According to twitter this is the first public greeting by Hishida (the director) since 2019!

The announcement is said to be "fitting for the 8th anniversary"?

The 7th anniversary had multiple kuji/merch lines and none of them had a public announcement like this, which leads me to believe it'll be bigger than that. The vark virtual lives ALSO did not begin with a public announcement though going that far back it may have still been pandemic related, unsure.

The Prism Rush setting materials released a few months back, very very late like years after the game shut down. Could be coincidental or could be pandemic related, or could be announcement related.

Junta himself retweeted the announcement (duh) but also TWO separate former King of Prism composers and a choreographer retweeted the announcement with excitement.

None of the VAs have posted about the announcement yet (which honestly could be a sign in itself because Minato's VA (Igarashi Masashi) is known to post about KinPri every once in awhile).

Shoutan (Louis' VA) has been posting about an unrelated event called the King Super Live and it's caught me off guard more than once lmfao. Also if you really want to reach Shoutan posted a twitter photo of him with the caption "dubbing" without any other context lmao.

The Rainbow Live 10th anniversary event is happening RIGHT NOW and lots of Rainbow Live VAs and Staff have been posting about it. This is kind of unrelated to KinPri but who knows?

Last year Hishida marked March 25th as Pretty Rhythm day and promised some sort of campaign to raise money for new Pretty Rhythm content. He had no more details than more content and money however.

King of Prism was on NHK World Japan in a segment with Idolish7 (A still VERY active male idol franchise) in January, the first time Hishida and KinPri has been on the segment in years.

This is only tangentially related but I feel like it should be mentioned in the fact section, last summer the official King of Prism account searched for people to help with One Piece cheer screenings which is wild to me, but apparently because of the help the cheer screenings themselves did pretty well.

Also related to that PolPri (same production company) has been doing really well and itself has plenty of cheer screenings. There's rumors that Tatsunoko has their hands full with more PolPri and the CG for the IRIS movie, but I mean no one really knows about their inner workings lol. Regardless they DIDN'T take the new season of the Pretty Series anime AiPri, leaving them open for new projects.

Ok now that we have all the facts (that I know of lol) what do we think the announcement is?

Things the announcement could be in order of how likely they are in my opinion, and why:

Merch Kuji (if you don't know what a Kuji is (I didn't until recently) it's a merch lottery where you put in some money and are guaranteed to get a piece of merch but the character or design is random. Most modern anime merch is like this ;-;) Let's be honest, KinPri was dead for almost the entire second half of 2023. But between May and September I can count 6 different King of Prism merch lotteries (LOL?). There's also a Kuji running right now that's astrology themed that will be over by the time of the announcement. Leading me to believe that it would be the perfect time for them to open a MEGA merch lottery, one fitting of such a big announcement. Of course I would want more than this lol, but I think given the current precedent the franchise has given us this is the most likely outcome.

Regular around the country screenings. (the country is Japan btw sorry fellow Americans) I'm on the fence on whether or not this will be the announcement because why would they announce more screenings at a screening? But ever since Hiro's birthday in October the amount of King of Prism cheer screenings have shot up dramatically and they don't seem to be stopping. It would be a pretty huge announcement for them to say that the screenings are continuing at this accelerated pace for the time being. If this is the case I would also assume something bigger is coming over the summer lol because they wouldn't just increase the amount of screenings for no reason.

Ok now we get to the fun stuff

3. New Music!! I'm trying to keep my expectations low, but it feels slightly strange that the only staff talking about this are composers and choreographers, no? And the way they're wording the announcement makes me think it's supposed to be BIGGER than the two options above because those are the two things we already have, leading me here to the next step. With Prism Rush we were getting regular singles, and I think it's about time we get a new Septentrion song!!!!

4. Something like the Pretty Series VLives. The VLive format seems to be doing really well for PriChan, and King of Prism has dabbled in the format before, something more but not a ton of work would be something akin to the PriChan highschool live. where there's a shallow story but it can be rebroadcast over and over (at future cheer screenings?). Bonus that the PriChan one was crowdfunded, and there's nothing stopping them from attempting that again (though idk if they would if whatever is happening on 3/25 is also crowdfunded.) I think if we're getting any new content content this is the most likely because of it's cost to profit ratio AND the uptick of them being made for the Pretty Series, but of course I can dream about getting more, as in:

Anything past this point is not very likely but I want it anyway

5. PRISM RUSH 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok I cannot lie, I really want this one just because I want to play a mobile rhythm game and SIF2 is approaching end of service lmao. But it feels kinda weird that the Prism Rush 1 setting materials came out so late, right??? Plus maybe all the composters retweeting were hinting at new music, and what needs a bunch of new music if not a rhythm game! SynSophia has finally gotten out or announced all their backlogged projects (Idol Land though they didn't do much of that one, Fashion Dreamer, and TWO AiPri arcade games) leaving their dev team open to work on a brand new game. Yeah??? :) Plus people complained that most of the Prism Rush story wasn't in the setting materials, maybe this is their chance to re-release the event stories :) (coping!)

6. Another Super Live! Every time I watch one of the Pretty Series Lives where they bring back the VAs from now dead franchises (rip PriMagi) I wonder why they stopped doing these for King of Prism (other than like the pandemic). There's still plenty of Prism Rush songs that have never been done live, plus everyone wants to hear the SSS songs again. And I mean they're getting Junta for the announcement, it would make sense for Shin to announce something like this! I don't think this is very likely, rather it would come if there was new media with new music that was doing really well, but it is something I'd enjoy a lot.

6. A NEW ANIME!!!!!!!!! Ok we save this one for the bottom because it's the least likely, especially for an 8 year old anime and one that hasn't had a new movie in 4 years. But I mean, this is what we all want right? Director Hishida, save us all 🙏

I considered taking this entire post and making it a Youtube video lmfao but I don't think I'd get an audience who wants to listen to me ramble about King of Prism news. But uhh what do you think, I'm so so so so so so so so so so so excited! aaaaaaaaa

[ecargmura]

Hirogaru Sky! Precure Episode 9 Review: Cure Wing Takes Flight

This episode was the best one by far. The tension! The action! All of it was amazing! Best of all, Cure Wing makes his debut and his transformation scene was amazing! Clearly a flashy and memorable entrance for the franchise’s first regular male Precure!

Tsubasa is ranking up to be my favorite of this show. He’s so sweet. He wants to protect Ellee because he doesn’t want to see a small child like her in harm’s way! The way he started flying after his transformation scene made me shed a tear. My boy finally flew. My reaction was exactly like Sky’s.

Cure Wing’s transformation came and bitch-slapped Cure Prism’s transformation into the next dimension. Holy heck, that was an AMAZING transformation sequence. I’ve read on social media that the animator who animated this was a new one. If a new animator made this incredibly well, I can’t wait to see their future projects. It was so fluid like Sky’s! I loved how it has a mix of masculinity and femininity in it. It’s the first time a male gets a Precure transformation sequence, but the franchise kept its girly and elegant movements with it. I think that’s what I love about it the most. His voice actor also delivered with the Hop Step Jump portions! While Murase normally sounds feminine, I do like how he shouts the lines with a mix of boyishness and girlishness that is suited for a character like Wing. I was so worried it was going to be as bad as Prism’s, but it wasn’t. I am so relieved. I think my favorite part of the transformation scene was the end portion where he flies around and then winks. That was amazing. 10/10 perfection—it’s as perfect as Sky’s.

I think the fact that Ellee got so much focus here compared to previous episodes shows a lot too! I also makes me wonder why Ellee didn’t get any important focus until now. The last time she got integral focus was in episode 3. I think the most jarring thing about Ellee is that she’s too intelligent for an infant. The way she was trying to protect Tsubasa by telling him to jump into her cradle and how she used her unexplained powers to stop him from falling. I can tell there is more to Ellee that meets the eye.

Sky and Prism felt like side characters in this episode, which is okay since this was Cure Wing’s time to shine. Their teamwork is impeccable. The fact that they team up to help Sky jump higher into the sky shows their trust that finally builds up after the conflict in Episode 5. The way they jumped and fell onto the building but still persisted on stopping the Ranborg made me feel tense. That gotta hurt.

Ageha was the one who came up with the plan for Sky and Prism to jump and help Sky jump farther, but the plan had its flaws when they keep falling onto the ground and keep standing up to do it again. Ageha’s worried face and her insecurities of making a flawed plan is building up for her arc. I can sense it will be good.

Kabaton was a bit hypocritical in this episode. He insulted Tsubasa and assumed that he’s helping Ellee because he was expecting a reward from the king. However, Kabaton is shown asking for rewards when he opened the portal and announced he captured Ellee. The fact that he wanted so much rewards was the factor that let Tsubasa take Ellee away.

My favorite portions, other than the transformation sequence, was Tsubasa’s comedic portions in his bird form. The way he rolled made me giggle to no end. Tsubasa is definitely a hard worker comedically and seriously.

With how awesome Cure Wing’s transformation is, I do worry about Cure Butterfly’s. Will they pull a Prism or will they be consistent like Sky and Wing’s? Only time will tell. I wonder how long it will take for Ageha to bask in the spotlight. I wonder what’s going to happen after all four Cures gather. Will we see more of the Underg Empire? I can’t wait to see more!

Also, I want to give a shout out to my Twitter friends Fuwa and Mina. If not for them, I would have missed out on how awesome Precure is. Thank you!

[ask-kurusu-syo]

[Fansub] King of Prism All Stars Prism Show Best 10

Here’s my second fansub release I had talked about! I highly recommend not watching this movie first if you’re new to KinPri because it’ll probably ruin a lot of it for you.

If they are any errors, it’s because I’m stupid. But if you let me know, I can probably fix it. As a disclaimer though, my sentence structure is kind of horseshit. It’s decent though, I promise you won’t get a serious headache reading the subtitles! Anyway...

As for the video, I’m including it even though it’s big, but it’s not as big as Maji Love Kingdom though, so you can relax. Also if the video gets removed by Dropbox, I’m not reuploading it because I don’t want to lose my account.

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[outdoorkeedanorthstate]

Gir National Park: Come to witness the roar of the King of the Jungle

Visiting the state of Gujarat is like stepping out of a prism dispersing the taste of India into the rainbow with colours of vibrant culture, ancient traditions, eye-pleasing dance, soulful music, unique cuisine, unforgettable lingual and above all the wonderful treasure that the beautiful nature holds here.

Gir National Park is the perfect dwelling place for most of the wildlife creatures because of the presence of great environs and topography flourishing along this region. In Gir, you come across the history of humanity and time itself. The park guides you across a history as humanity was emerging, when humans coexisted with lions, before monuments, temples, mosques and palaces.

THE CLIMATE OF GIR NATIONAL PARK The climate in Gir National Park varies across the year. The summers here are brooding hot with temperature rises to a scorching 43°C. The winters are also harsh as the temperature plummets to about 10°C.

Besides extreme summer and winter, Gir National Park enjoys a tropical monsoon climate. The forest welcomes monsoon by mid-June and bids adieu to it by September. The rain blisses the national park with the maximum downpour, in the month of July and August. BEST PLACES TO STAY NEAR GIR NATIONAL PARKThe state of Gujarat is known for its people, their hospitality and amazing potential to excel in trade. Accommodation is not going to be an issue when you visit Gir National Park. The place has hotels, wildlife resorts, lodges available in all range of budgets.

[lunawings]

PASH January 2020.

Bruh...

[freedomfireflies]

Insatiable | 4. The Prism pt. 2 (Harry & Dylan & Kingsley)*

Summary: Dylan and Harry are back at it again with the fight for control, but this time...it's personal.

Word Count: 10.9k (Again, you really can't blame me...look at them)

Dylan can't fucking stand it.

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't let this happen. Not again. Not when he couldn't be the one in control.

And yet... here he is, standing in front of the door with Kingsley by his side, pleading with him softly to just knock, already.

He doesn't want to. He can't. He won't. His ego won't let him.

To debase himself like this... to ask Harry—

Dylan wants to shudder, glancing down at the girl tugging on his arm, her innocent, needy eyes staring up at him expectantly.

"Dylan," she huffs again. "Just ask—"

"I don't want to," he seethes in response, stepping away from the door. "No. If you want him there so fucking badly, you ask him."

Kingsley's forced to let go of his sleeve as she places her hands on her hips, watching as he backs up until he hits the opposing wall, still shaking his head. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

"Nothing," he grunts, crossing his arms. "I just don't see why we need him there."

"Dylan, it was your idea—"

"No, it was my idea to have you," he corrects, eyes piercing right through her. "You, Kingsley. And I don't want to have to fucking share you with him."

Her lips pull up in a soft smile as she takes a step toward him. "But you did last time. Did so well—"

"No, he shared you with me," Dylan corrects again. "There's a reason I had him on that fucking bench so he couldn't touch you."

"Dylan—"

"No," he cuts in, shaking his head firmly. "No, I won't ask him."

She begins to pout, stepping up in front of him as she reaches up to cup his face between her hands. "I want you there."

Her voice is like silk, soft and gentle. Pleading with him. Begging him. Feeding his ego.

He hates it.

"Kings," he warns, but she just nuzzles her nose against his.

"Please?" she whispers, lips ghosting atop his. "I need you there. Need you both. Don't want to go without you."

He huffs again, eyes fluttering shut at her tender touch. She's way too fucking good at that. "I just... I don't—"

Then... she whimpers. A sound so unprovoked and so unexpected that Dylan feels his heart drop to his ass, jaw clenching as his hands move to her hips to tug her into his body.

"Please," she repeats, a pathetically desperate tone in her voice, followed by another gentle whimper.

She's gonna fucking kill him one day.

"Don't," he warns, shaking his head once again as she slides her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Don't make me."

"Please, baby."

"Stop."

"Just need you—"

"Don't—"

"Won't ever ask you for anything ever again, baby, please—"

"Kingsley—"

"Please, Daddy."

His eyes are still shut, but his breathing has increased, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes.

She played her ace.

The one card that can make him fold in an instant and he wants to fucking slam his fist into the wall at the slight mewl in her voice.

She'll pay for that.

Her forehead is pressed to his as they wait in silence, Dylan doing his best to control his anger as his fingers dig into her hips.

Then, he spins her around and places her back against the wall just like he had been.

"Fucking wait here," he growls, letting go and stepping back so he can stride across the hall towards the door.

She's smirking, thumb coming up to her teeth as she bites her nail, pleased with herself.

Without hesitation, he brings his fist to the door and slams it three times, deciding he better do it now before he loses his nerve.

A second later, the door swings open, and Harry reveals himself.

He looks surprised to see them, eyes flicking back and forth before he frowns. "What?"

Dylan is already gritting his teeth, eyes practically rolling in his head as he grumbles, "Room five. Tonight. 10 o'clock."

With that, he reaches into his pocket and tosses Harry one of the gold-plated keys, which Harry is quick to catch mid-air.

Dylan doesn't say another word as he turns on his heel and heads for his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.

That night, Harry and Kingsley arrive first, making their way into the room after a round of mozzarella sticks, just to loosen up.

Kingsley hasn't missed, however, Harry's quiet demeanor. He's not... annoyed, per se. But quiet. As if thinking. Mulling over tonight's activities before they've even begun.

She never did learn what happened that night after she left the room, leaving Harry and Dylan to... chat, or whatever it is they had done.

She had always wanted to ask, and there were times she almost did, but then she would lose her nerve and change the subject.

But she wonders now if that has something to do with Harry's apprehensive behavior.

She suspects it must, because every time a sound is made, Harry's eyes dart to the door as if looking for the man of the hour himself.

She almost finds it cute, but she knows that whatever tension is running between is anything but cute.

However, they aren't kept in suspense much longer when the door finally swings open and Dylan steps through the frame.

Harry's glare becomes apparent then, immediately standing from the bed as he strides across the room towards the gentleman making his way towards them.

Kingsley's eyes widen, curious about what might happen next, and isn't left wondering long as Harry's palms raise to meet Dylan's chest before shoving him backward.

Dylan, albeit surprised, doesn't fight the aggression as he's slammed into the now closed door, eyes narrowing as Harry steps up to him.

"Fuck you," are the first words out of Harry's mouth. "I'm not playing this game with you again."

Dylan smirks. "S'not a game—"

"You know it is," Harry hisses under his breath, his tone so threatening that even Kingsley feels nervous. 

He takes a step closer to Dylan, peering down as he nods his chin at him, their faces mere inches apart.

"Not gonna be your fucking pawn this time," Harry murmurs, and now, Dylan's arrogant façade falters. "If you wanna do this, we're doing it my way."

Dylan's eyes narrow. "This isn't about me—"

"No?" Harry's head cocks to the side before he glances over his shoulder at the poor girl on the bed. "Is it about her?"

"Yes," Dylan seethes, straightening up. "Always is."

Harry hums, moving his focus back to the boy in front of him, dipping his head down. "Maybe it's about me."

Dylan's breath hitches, something Harry is sure not to miss. 

Harry rolls his head to the side, moving in as Dylan's eyes flutter, anticipating something that Harry refuses to give him.

"I think you owe me," Harry whispers, and Dylan shifts against the door, attempting to remain unfazed but failing miserably. "Don't you?"

"No," Dylan spits back immediately. "Fuck you—"

"Exactly what you didn't do last time," Harry retorts quickly, now beginning to grin like the Cheshire cat, hand coming up to rest beside Dylan's head as he braces himself against the door. "Think I forgot your promise?"

Dylan had a feeling that night would come back to bite him in the ass, and he's not surprised to find he's right.

He really had meant to explain to Harry why he never showed, but the opportunity never presented itself.

Or maybe he just didn't create a moment.

Truthfully, he thought Harry had forgotten, and moved on. Which is why he never found it fit to bring it back up.

After all, what happens at The Prism stays at The Prism.

But now, much to Dylan's delight, it seems Harry remembers very vividly what was denied of him.

And Dylan finds himself rather eager to give it to him, but before he can respond, Harry is clicking his tongue.

"And now... you've missed your chance," he continues, eyes flicking down to Dylan's parted lips. "It's my fucking turn."

Confused, Dylan's brows pull together but before he can ask, Harry is reaching up to wrap his fingers around his throat, squeezing gently as he forces Dylan's head back against the door.

Dylan grunts to himself, jaw tense as Harry leans in, smirking. "Show me your tongue," he demands, and Dylan begins to glare.

He has two choices.

But, unfortunately, only one of them will get him what he wants.

Last time, it was easy to take control of the situation because they both had one common goal.

Kingsley.

Of course, she's still their goal, but right now, it's not just about her.

Which is why she wanted them both there, Dylan is realizing.

She might be coy, but she's not stupid, and she had picked up on their chemistry even without them speaking it into existence.

Last time, Harry was simply along for the ride, doing what was asked of him in a situation that he knew would be beneficial to him.

And now, it's Dylan's turn.

Which he fucking hates, but he can't deny that he's curious to see what Harry has in store.

Even if that means doing what he's told.

After a moment of contemplation, Dylan's mouth opens and he flattens his tongue, eyes on Harry as he waits expectantly.

Pleased, Harry reaches up to grab his jaw, giving it a good squeeze before pursing his lips and spitting directly onto the eager boy's tongue.

Kingsley can feel her legs squeezing together as she watches from the mattress, curious to see how this dynamic will play out, and beyond pleased that she has a front-row seat to what she imagines will be the best show of her life.

Satisfied, Harry squeezes Dylan's jaw once again as an instruction, and Dylan quickly closes his mouth, lashes fluttering.

Harry can feel exactly how badly Dylan really wants this, how much he enjoys it, feeling the bulge against his thigh as he leans his body into Dylan's.

And he's being so fucking good for him that Harry can't resist dipping his head down and doing what he's been wanting to do since their last visit.

He kisses him, tongue slipping past Dylan's lips in a frantic attempt to taste him, to have him.

It's rushed and messy and Dylan wants so badly to remain indifferent but... he can't. He's squirming against the door, hands coming up to tug on Harry's belt, pulling him closer even though he physically can't get any closer.

Teeth clash and tongues mesh as Dylan tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he groans, feeling Harry's fingers move back to his throat.

And then... he pulls away.

He keeps Dylan still with his grip and Dylan wants to roll his eyes at the dominant look on Harry's face, but he doesn't.

He waits.

Harry is more than pleased by this, watching the beautiful boy closely as he hums, feeling Dylan's pulse race beneath his fingertips.

"Easy," he warns in a hushed voice, almost gentle, and suddenly, Dylan feels relaxed. "Don't rush me."

Dylan nods once, tugging his lip between his teeth as Harry lets go... and steps back.

He turns now to Kingsley, who truthfully, doesn't look the least bit upset that she's been left alone for so long.

In fact, she's leaning back on her hands, watching with a smug smile as they finally move towards her.

"Something funny, sweet girl?" Harry calls and her head tilts as she swings her foot back and forth. 

"Not at all," she replies, a bit coyly if Dylan does say so himself, but Harry continues moving towards her.

"Do you wanna try again?" he asks, and she shakes her head.

"Nope."

He begins to smirk himself, leaning down once he's reached her to grasp her chin between his fingers and tilt her head up. "Don't think I've forgotten about you."

"I don't."

She's calm. Unperturbed. The complete opposite of Dylan and Harry almost wants to feel upset that he's neglected his precious angel to the point that she's indifferent to his power.

"Is there a reason you wanted me here tonight, hm?" Harry asks her now, his voice a bit rough with lust in hopes that she'll finally understand how badly he needs her, too. 

But still, she shrugs, glancing toward Dylan. "We just had so much fun the last time."

"Did we?" he retorts, looking towards the young boy as well. "Because if I remember correctly, I wasn't having a bit of fun watching him fuck you."

"Aww... were you jealous?"

It sounds like a simple question, but Harry knows exactly what she means the moment she says it, implying that he was more upset about watching him than her.

He smiles again. "Of course. You are my little plaything, are you not?"

"I suppose."

His grip gets tighter, his smile fading quickly. "Be careful, sweet girl. Don't test my fucking patience."

"Why not?"

He leans in closer, palm moving to hoist her jaw up, fingers digging into her cheeks. "Because I don't have much left to offer."

Now she's smirking, moving closer to peck his frown as he grunts, releasing her quickly as she flops back down onto the mattress. 

"Fine," he decides, straightening up. "If you need to be shown, I'll show you."

"Good."

His head tilts as he crosses his arms, nodding his chin towards her. "Take it off."

She does, her hands slowly moving towards the zipper on her back as she keeps her eyes on him.

Their stares are locked as the sound of the dress falling from her body is heard, revealing her chest to their gazes.

Dylan's eyes flick down, having missed her fucking gorgeous tits but Harry... Harry isn't as quick to give in.

He can keep up this charade a lot longer than she can, and he proves this by nodding once more. "Good. On your stomach."

His tone leaves no room for discussion, and she smiles softly as she stands to her feet, turning around before placing her hands on the mattress and crawling forward.

You would think she would feel outnumbered with the two masculine figures behind her, against her, in control of her.

But she doesn't.

Not only because the idea of having the both of them tell her what to do is thrilling, but because they wouldn't be here if it weren't for her.

She crawls across the bed, hips swaying gently as she moves before she dips down, sinking her stomach onto the mattress as she settles in.

Harry hums his approval before glancing towards Dylan, head jerking towards the collection of items in the corner. "Get the cuffs."

Pleased, Dylan does just that, and Kingsley can't resist looking over her shoulder as she watches him walk away, long fingers outstretching to the item before weighing it in his hand.

When Dylan returns, he heads for the bed, pressing one knee into the mattress as he reaches for her hands to pull them behind her back.

He slides the metal around her soft skin, pulling it shut before his eyes flick to hers to make sure she's all right.

She smiles.

Harry is beside her next, fingers hooking beneath her panties as he pulls them away from her drenched cunt and down her legs.

Her cheek is pressed into the soft, silky duvet cover as she waits with apprehension, ready for him to touch her.

She never thought she'd fold this quickly, but here she is, sucking in a sharp breath, and willing him to fuck her into oblivion. Never needed something so badly in her life and the longer he takes, the more she wants him.

And then... that sound.

The familiar sound of the vibrator starting up and she knows she's fucking in for it as the bed dips beside her, and Harry begins to hover above her aching body.

"Since you wanna be a fucking brat," he begins, tracing the toy up her inner thigh slowly. "Then I'll let you suffer like a fucking brat."

She whines, already regretting her choices as she feels the head of the vibrator massage at her folds, forcing her hips up as she gasps.

She wishes she could see it, truthfully, but there's something so good about being forced into the mere sensation alone.

"If you cum before I let you..." Harry then warns, leaning down to ghost his lips along her cheek. "Then I promise, I will bring you to the edge so many fucking times just to drag you away mercilessly. You'll fucking beg me to let you cum until you're crying. I'll make it fucking hurt."

She sighs softly, already imagining how painful that would be, and she nods, choosing to let him believe he's getting his way.

Satisfied, he moves back, resting the toy on the bed between her thighs, just beneath her aching clit.

Again, she writhes, whimpering in her throat as her hips squirm upwards and away, so overloaded that she turns her face into the mattress to groan.

And while the sweet girl is being tortured beyond belief, Harry turns to Dylan.

Dylan straightens up, jaw clenching defiantly as he waits for Harry to speak, already foreseeing that he won't like it.

And he's not mistaken as Harry steps closer, eyes trailing up and down his body slowly, as if grading him.

"Figure it's time I pay you back," Harry begins, his voice soft but full of evil intention. "For being... so good to me last time."

Dylan huffs, sensing the sarcasm. In Dylan's defense, he thought he had been good to him. Teasing him with the wand, letting Kingsley take him down her throat, letting him watch.

But Harry clearly didn't think so and now, Dylan can feel his pulse quicken as Harry reaches out to cup his cock still tight in his dress pants.

Sucking in through his teeth, he shoots a glare Harry's way, hand flying to Harry's wrist to pause his movement. "Don't."

And Harry has to smile, a moment of deja vu flashing through his mind as he remembers how he himself was in this same position in this exact same room only a few weeks ago.

And saying the exact same thing to Dylan as he had continued to tease him against the wall, promising to take care of him before disappearing from the room and never coming back.

Harry likes to tell himself that he couldn't possibly have cared less that Dylan never showed that night, but truthfully... it drove him fucking mad.

And now he has the opportunity to show Dylan exactly what he was missing, and he can't fucking wait.

"I hear you talk a lot of shit," Harry continues, voice but a gentle murmur as he leans in. "Hear you tell me to be good. Hear you tell her she's yours. But you know what I don't hear?"

Dylan doesn't reply, eyes narrowed in a vengeful glare as he waits.

"I don't hear you begging me to touch you."

Dylan grunts to himself as Harry lets go so he can step around Dylan's body, moving behind him as he continues his intimidation.

"Cause I bet..." he whispers, his hand sliding across Dylan's abdomen and around his back. "You sound... really fucking good... when you beg."

With that, Harry's fingers weave themselves delicately in Dylan's roots, before they're grabbing, tugging, and yanking his head back as Dylan hisses, his cock throbbing from the pain.

"Don't you?" Harry murmurs directly in his ear and Dylan hesitates, his breath hitching.

Silence. Dylan can't possibly come up with a response, not one that his ego will allow, and the longer he takes, the more impatient Harry grows.

"How bad does it hurt, hm?" Harry asks now, lips ghosting over the skin under Dylan's ear, and Dylan feels his eyes flutter. 

Fucking dammit.

Harry's free hand slips past Dylan's hip, fingers tracing the belt on his pants before easily slipping beneath the waistband.

"Come on," he urges, his voice like satin, searching for a response that Dylan is still refusing to give. "Tell me... and maybe I'll take care of it for you."

Dylan knows exactly why he chose those words, knows exactly what Harry is doing and fucking damn him because it's working.

Dylan knows he can beg. He's quite good at it, under the right circumstances. And even if he had to fake it to get what he wants, he still doesn't know how, after all this time... he can beg Harry.

Of all the fucking people, he can't quite bring himself to say the words. He doesn't mind being around Harry in this context, but only when he's in charge. 

And now... well, now it looks like the only way to take back his power is by letting Harry have it.

At least just for tonight.

"Please," he grits between his teeth, eyes flicking up to the ceiling, so he doesn't accidentally see the smug look on Harry's face.

Harry's fingers pause, tapping Dylan's lower stomach in expectancy as his head cocks. "Please what?"

When he doesn't respond right away, Harry uses the hold on his hair to tug his head back further, making Dylan's eyes squeeze shut.

He looks so pretty when he's in pain, Harry notices. In fact, he might have to spend all night torturing the poor boy if that means he can watch him cry for him.

"Please, just...  just... fucking..." Dylan can't even get the specifics out, can't actually say Harry's name, or ask for what he wants.

Sensing he needs the motivation, Harry's fingers dip even lower, finding his boxers as he slips past the band, forcing Dylan's muscles to tense.

"Just... just...?" Harry repeats in a mocking tone, smirking as he looks over the boy's side profile. "Just what? Just... this?"

With that, his fingers find Dylan's cock as he swipes his thumb over the tip, making Dylan hiss in the back of his throat as he looks down, eyeing Harry's tattooed skin that's disappearing into his pants.

He feels so good, Harry thinks. Feels so heavy in his hand, so fucking needy. It's exactly what he had been picturing and thank fucking God he doesn't have to witness it as it slips inside Kingsley's cunt.

The last time was torture enough, albeit hot. And Harry refuses to let it happen again.

The poor thing is still on the bed, and Harry can hear her breathless pants mixed with the sound of the vibrator as she pulls at the cuffs, cheek still pressed into the silk as she takes slow, steady breaths.

Dylan bucks his hips into Harry's waiting hand, but Harry simply pulls away, leaving Dylan to curse under his breath, head turning to the side to meet Harry's eye.

"Fucking asshole—"

"No," Harry interrupts quickly, stopping the insult short. "That's not how you fucking speak to me."

Dylan scoffs, turning away. "Like fucking hell—"

In an instant, Harry is pulling at Dylan's roots one more time, palm cupping his cock from outside his slacks harshly making him freeze right where he stands.

"That's not how you fucking beg," Harry hisses, and after a moment of silence, Dylan finally begins to see the bigger picture.

He's desperate, he knows that. Harry knows that. Fucking Kingsley knows that, and she can't even see him. 

It's obvious. And standing here, getting fleeting touches and meaningless threats, isn't going to get him what he wants.

And what he wants is to finally see if everything he imagined to be true about Harry... is.

However, in order to get what he wants...

Slowly, he lowers his eyes to Harry's, his breathing slow as Harry begins to smirk.

"Touch me," he whispers simply. "Touch me, fuck me... whatever you wanna fucking do. Just do it."

It's like music to Harry's ears, but there's still one thing missing and as he quirks his brow expectantly, Dylan begins to huff. 

"Please," he adds bitterly, and finally, Harry is satisfied.

He pulls his hair a bit harder until Dylan is looking over his shoulder, creating enough room for Harry to reach out... and kiss him.

It's desperate, as desperate as the last one, but this time... it's Harry's damn that breaks.

He'd been doing so well, been so indifferent to his own desires, but suddenly, the taste of Dylan on his tongue is enough to have him growling in the back of his throat.

All he wants is to take care of him. To please him. To make tears stream down his fucking face as he groans Harry's name while he cums.

God, he wants to taste him, never wanted something so fucking badly and he releases his hold on Dylan's roots to grab his shirt and flip him around.

Their chests meet, kisses still frantic as Harry begins walking Dylan back towards the bed. 

His fingers are tangled in the buttons of Dylan's shirt, quickly popping them apart as he yanks the fabric down his arms, with Dylan's eager help.

The backs of Dylan's knees hit the bed, and he quickly falls backward, hands grabbing for Harry's belt as he tugs him down as well. 

And Harry is quick to place his knee between Dylan's legs to brace himself, hands resting near his head as he hovers above the pretty boy still desperately pulling at his waist.

However, before he obliges, Harry reaches beside them towards the vibrator between Kingsley's legs, the poor girl just moments from release when the toy is ripped out from underneath.

She whimpers at the loss, turning her head to meet his eye as he smiles reassuringly, motioning to Dylan.

"He's got you, sweet girl," he tells her, and Dylan's lust-blown pupils move up and down quickly as he nods.

Dylan reckons he's never felt luckier. Two of the only people he truly ever wants to fuck are in the same room, sharing their pleasure together, and instead of having to choose one, he gets both.

With that thought, Dylan quickly moves to Kingsley's side as Harry crawls out of the way.

He begins to kiss along her inner thighs as he hovers above her, fingers finding the cuffs to keep her hands still. He knows she'll want to reach for his hair, but he'll make sure she does what she's told.

The tension in the air is palpable, all three of them so fucking turned on as Harry moves to his knees to wrap his hand around the back of Kingsley's leg, pulling it further, stretching her muscle until it burns.

With better access, Dylan is quick to lick along her folds, nose nudging her ass as he dives in, humming contently at the arousal already pooling on his tongue.

Poor fucking thing. His need to take care of her suddenly overwhelms his senses, something that often happens when he's with her like this.

Which isn't a lot, he has to admit, but perhaps it's dangerous to have her spread out for him the way she is now. Because once she is, nothing can stop him from fucking ruining her tight little hole until she's screaming.

"S'feel good?" Harry calls to her quietly, and she nods quickly as her arms pull at the cuffs, needing something to hold onto, anything. "Yeah? I know, darling."

"Fuck... fuck," she whispers, almost to herself, but Dylan doesn't miss it, his ego swelling at the feel of her unraveling so quickly by his tongue.

He thrusts it harder inside her, groaning again until she whines, her body writhing away from him.

But he tightens his grip on the cuffs, tugging her back down as he flicks her swollen clit, and she reels, his name slipping quickly from her lips.

His other hand massages the skin of her thigh before sliding up to pull her open, finding new ways to assault her aching cunt with his tongue, making her moan into the mattress as she nearly begs for mercy.

"Taste so fucking good," he hums, kissing along her inner thighs again, making sure to edge just a bit. "Don't you, baby?"

She can't possibly answer, they all know this, but that doesn't stop him from egging her on anyway.

"Yeah?" he continues, his palm smoothing up the globe of her ass before he brings it down harshly, watching the delicate skin quickly turn pink. "Know you do, don't you? Know I fucking love to taste you—"

Another desperate cry, her intestines twisting like a rag as she feels the coil burn inside her.

"Good girl, meet my tongue," he urges as she begins to roll her hips back, and he's so damn pleased that he can't resist diving inside again until she's panting like there's no air in the room, no air in her lungs. 

"All right, enough," Harry suddenly grunts, reaching down to flick the cuffs undone as Dylan pulls away.

He wants to be upset he didn't get the chance to feel her flutter around his tongue but before he can complain, Harry is tossing the cuffs to the side and dipping his head down near her ear.

"Come here, my love," he whispers, crawling backward towards the headboard as she straightens up onto her hands and knees.

She moves for his lap but before she can ask what he has in mind, he's tugging her onto her ass, pulling her back against his chest as he holds her firmly between his legs.

His eyes meet Dylan's from over her shoulder before he smirks and Dylan returns the gesture, moving closer towards her as Harry uses both hands to grab her thighs and hold her open.

"Did so good for me," Harry murmurs in her ear and she bites at her lip apprehensively, eyeing Dylan who is now dipping his head down to brush his lips over her clit. "Obeyed every word, didn't you?"

She nods, subtly enough that Harry almost misses it. She then leans back into his embrace, whining softly as Dylan shoots her a glare, warning her to stay fucking put.

She's doing her best, truthfully, but what do they expect when they're forcing her to take all this fucking pleasure and never allowing her to enjoy it?

Dylan immediately gets back to work, savoring each second as he swallows her whole, tongue diving back inside, pleased that somehow she's still soaking, growing more impatient as the moment's pass.

Harry wastes no time moving over her leg to slide his fingers up her inner thigh, making her shiver until he finds her clit, pressing down harshly before plucking it between his fingers.

She curses, head rolling to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut, body writhing against Harry's. In response, Dylan growls again, grabbing onto her hips to drag her back down to his tongue.

"We'd never forget about you," Harry tells her, his voice soft as he holds her open for Dylan, who quickly takes advantage of the new position. "Hm? Always take good care of our girl."

It's the first time he's ever said our and both Kingsley and Dylan take notice, and despite the fact that Dylan still feels as if she's his, not theirs... he quite enjoys hearing Harry admit it.

As he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, Harry moves one hand to her chest, tweaking her nipple mercilessly as he kisses down her neck, tracing his name into her skin until she's covered in him.

It feels good to kiss her like this. He's always loved her soft skin, her gentle demeanor, and borderline innocent persona. Especially now, when she's helpless, squirming against him as the beautiful boy between her thighs ruins her repeatedly, forcing her to beg so loudly for him to go faster that the whole club can surely hear.

And it feeds Dylan's ego to no end, getting to stare up not only into her face but into Harry's. He looks so damn proud of Dylan, and Dylan's heart swells as he smirks, moving up to spit directly onto the poor girl's clit before sucking it into his mouth.

Harry can tell she's doing her best to hold off, but he wants to see her cum, wants to see Dylan's eyes roll back when she does. Needs to see.

"Okay," he whispers as he pulls her earlobe between his teeth. "S'a good girl. So fucking good. Now, yeah? Go on."

Her jaw drops as she whimpers, eyes locked on Dylan as it finally overtakes her, the stars shooting in her mind like fireworks, forcing her body to tense as it flows over and through.

She sinks into Harry's arms, and he's quick to release her leg so he can wrap both arms around her body, tugging her further into his chest as he kisses her neck once more.

"So good," he repeatedly tells her. "So fucking good, baby."

He loves praising her just as much as she loves hearing it. It's become their little tradition, each come down is followed by soft reassurances that they've both come to adore.

And while Dylan does feel a bit left out, he can't help but sit back on his knees, watching them with admiration as Harry's eyes flutter shut, holding onto the sweet girl as she places her hands atop his and melts into his touch.

He then steps off the bed so he can move towards the side where Harry is still residing, towering over him as Harry slowly looks up and over.

Surprised that the young boy guessed what he wanted before he even asked, Harry begins to smile smugly, reaching up to grasp onto Dylan's jaw as he tugs his face closer.

This time, Harry is showcasing his tongue, silently demanding a taste of her as Dylan eagerly brings his lips together and lets the spit dribble into Harry's willing mouth. 

And after he's gotten a good taste, Dylan dips his head down, fingers around Harry's wrist to get him to move his hand to his throat as he kisses him hungrily.

Happy to oblige, Harry does just that, squeezing firmly as he lets the boy explore his mouth with his tongue, grunting against his lips with satisfaction.

Kingsley, still a bit hazy, turns her body so she can kiss along Harry's neck, gentle fingers slipping down through the buttons of his own fancy shirt as she delicately undoes them.

He can't deny that he adores a bit of the attention, from both his needy little whores, and while he can't wait to show them exactly what he's capable of... he's happy to sit back and let them take care of him.

At least for a moment.

However, the moment passes as quickly as it began, with Harry releasing Dylan's throat so he can slap Kingsley's hips in an attempt to get her to move.

She does, hissing some at the sensitivity as she moves onto the other side of the bed as Harry swings his legs off the edge so he can stand beside Dylan.

He pauses a moment, taking in the curious expression on Dylan's face before nodding his chin towards the bed where she still lies.

And more than happy to oblige, Dylan moves back to the bed, crawling towards her before moving to straddle her waist, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

This time, Harry is the one to admire them, watching as Dylan moves onto his side, with Kingsley doing the same, both of them curled into each other as he tucks her hair behind her ear, tongue gingerly slipping past her lips.

It's slow and sensual, and such a passionate moment for just the two of them.

Her hands are moving along his bare chest, feeling the dip of his stomach, the sculpt of his abs, the way his skin erupts in goosebumps at her soft caress.

She smiles into their kiss, more than pleased with herself, and with him for reacting to her so genuinely.

After a moment more of observation, Harry walks to the end of the bed, placing his knee on the mattress to brace himself as he moves toward them.

Their legs are tangled together much like their tongues, a collection of breathless sighs and eager hushed promises.

"Can't fucking stand it," Dylan is whispering to her, just loud enough to catch Harry's ear. "Never going this long again—"

"I know," she murmurs back, rolling her head to the side as he moves down her neck. "Please, Dyl… please—"

"Shh," he replies, a bit more urgently, teeth moving for the same spot that Harry made, marking her just like he had right over it until she's whimpering from the pain. 

Harry doesn't dare break them up. Why would he? He's generous after all, and he knows they need this.

So, he simply enjoys the show, his hand coming up to smooth along Dylan's leg, subtly alerting him of his presence.

He can see Dylan's breath hitch, but he makes no move to acknowledge it, simply continuing to tug the darling girl into his body as he gropes at her breast, sighing contently at the way it fits in his palm.

But Harry isn't discouraged. He slides his hand up until he can tug the zipper down, and as he works to remove Dylan's pants, Kingsley reaches down to help assist him.

She slips her tiny hands into his briefs as Dylan groans into her mouth, glancing down with lust as she gives his cock a good squeeze, her thumb quickly swiping over the tip, just to feel how fucking desperate he is.

Harry wants to smirk as she coyly glances over at him, pulling Dylan's cock from his boxers as Harry crawls a bit closer.

His hand envelopes hers, and for a moment, they work in unison, making sure each inch is being paid attention to as Dylan curses loudly, turning his face into the pillow as he groans again.

Harry breaks out in a smug smile as he meets Kingsley's eye, and she hums, moving in to kiss down Dylan's chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple.

He's quick to suck in air through his gritted teeth, glancing down with desire as he watches her pull it between her teeth.

"Fuck," he mumbles, hand sliding around the back of her neck as he squeezes. "Shit, baby—"

But she's doing it again, this time on the other side, and as her hand drops from his cock, Harry takes over.

He's being stimulated at almost every turn, his breathing erratic, chest rising and falling quickly as his eyes flutter.

When she finally pulls away from his chest, he uses the hold on her neck to tug her back up to him, kissing her deeply as Harry continues to slide his hand up and down Dylan's cock.

He's never felt happier and while a part of his ego hates that Harry is calling the shots, he can't deny that... it might be worth it.

At least for now.

Harry's movements are becoming more aggressive, trying to match Dylan's energy because he can tell the poor thing is worked up beyond belief.

He's hard and heavy and hot in Harry's hand, fucking leaking down his knuckles in such a pathetically desperate way that Harry hums and leans closer.

"Look at him," he demands of Kingsley, and she pulls back so she can glance down. "S'cute, isn't it? Pretty Boy needs you so bad, doesn't he?"

Her eyes grow wide, her mouthwatering as she watches Harry's familiar hand pump him up and down, lips falling into a pout as she gazes up at him.

And Harry smiles at her, and quickly glances towards Dylan to see that he's frowning again, clearly annoyed but so fucking turned on that he can't be bothered to care what they're saying.

So, instead, he reaches for Kingsley's throat to tug her back into him, kissing her fervently as a way to distract himself, getting lost in her feel as Harry continues to bring him closer to the edge.

But Harry can tell he's resisting. He has to be, there's no way he's not holding off when he's this fucking worked up.

His stomach is quivering, his nails scratching down Kingsley's throat, his jaw clenched tightly, despite Kingsley's delicate fingers running over it.

"What's the matter, hm?" Harry calls then, squeezing the head of Dylan's cock as Dylan turns to bury his face in the mattress. "Gone shy?"

Picking up on Harry's observation, Kingsley turns to Dylan quietly, pulling his face back out and nudging her nose against his to plead with him. "What?" she asks softly, sensing that in this moment, her friend is fighting more than his orgasm.

But his ego.

Dylan shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut as she kisses his bottom lip. "No," he whispers, the words exhaled into the air, so low that she almost misses it. "Can't."

She glances over his face, noticing the pull in his brows, and the way his expression has become tortured.

"It's okay," she tells him, just as quietly, her thumb stroking his cheek. "S'okay, Dylan. Do it for us, yeah?"

"Shit," he grunts again, shaking his head once more as Harry's movements become more determined, fucking pumping him for all he's worth. "Can't. Don't... just... I can't—"

Kingsley's heart almost breaks for him, knowing that it's not just about coming... but about letting go. Physically, mentally... emotionally.

She nuzzles her nose against his once more, kissing him softly as she replies, "I've got you, baby. M'right here, yeah? Please... please. Need it..."

And maybe Dylan shouldn't feel so worried about what coming by Harry's hand will mean, but he does, and even her soft reassurances do little to calm him. His heart races inside his chest the closer he gets, Harry's rough fingertips doing unspeakable things to his mind as he takes a deep breath.

Kinglsey is holding onto his face tight, kissing away all his troubles, whimpering softly in her throat to encourage him.

And to really put the final nail in the coffin, she adds, "Please, Daddy."

God, she's such a fucking devil. Knows exactly how to play him like a fucking fiddle, and with her needy whines in his ear... he lets go.

He doesn't look at Harry, doesn't even acknowledge him, which pisses Harry off to no end, although maybe... he can understand.

And Harry doesn't stop, continues to do everything he can to make it last for as long as possible, the most delicious moan slipping from Dylan's throat that has Harry's eyes fluttering shut as his heart pounds.

It's music. Sweet, sweet music and Kingsley dips her head down again to flick her tongue over the peak of his nipple, aiding him in his pleasure.

Poor Dylan has barely caught his breath when Harry is moving his head down, licking a strip along the cum dripping down his cock.

He hisses���loudly, fingers flying to Harry's curls as he tugs Harry back up and away, body twisting so he can look at the bastard.

And Harry smirks, hands on either side of Dylan's hips to hold himself up as he waits for Dylan's response.

Dylan can only glare at him, watching as Harry licks his tongue along his lips to get the remaining drops, and he's so fucking annoyed and aroused that he doesn't know what to do or say.

He's lying on his back now, Kingsley still tucked into his side, both their eyes on Harry now.

And with his hair still being held, Harry returns to his assault, humming as he swallows each drop. 

Dylan wants to stop him. Wants to pull him away and discard him, but... he doesn't. He lets it happen, watching intently as Harry wraps his lips around the tip to collect everything he can.

Harry might be the one in charge, but Dylan has never seen something so fucking submissive in his life.

Harry, on his hands and knees, with Dylan down his throat as they lock eyes, connected despite everything else.

And maybe that's all Harry really wanted. Maybe he just wants to make Dylan feel good the way he knows he can.

And maybe everything else is a façade just to get what he wants.

But, truthfully, it doesn't matter. 

What matters is this moment between them, one that won't soon be forgotten by any of the parties involved, and before Kingsley can really feel too wonderstruck... Harry is looking to her.

His finger raises in the air, beckoning her closer, and she quickly moves up, crawling towards where he's waiting as he reaches out to cup her face.

He brings her in for a needy and long overdue kiss, sharing Dylan's taste generously as she whines, causing Harry to smirk.

"Like it, hm?" he mumbles against her lips, and she nods zealously, running her fingers through his curls as she straightens up onto her knees for leverage, taking the kiss deeper.

And Dylan lets them, leaning back against the pillows as he attempts to catch his breath.

His eyes are glazing over with lust once more as he watches the two of them, a sight that used to cause him discomfort but now he can see it for what it really is.

Need.

A need they share and he's happy to share in her need even if he doesn't enjoy sharing her.

When they finally pull apart, Harry's eyes narrow, looking to Dylan as he grabs his ankles and tugs him closer towards where they're sitting near the edge of the bed.

Surprised, Dylan is forced into his back, arms resting near his head as Kingsley moves to the side to make room.

Harry places his palms on the mattress near Dylan's hands as he leans down, caging the poor boy in as he begins to look over his face.

And Dylan can do nothing but blink up at him, a little caught off guard but insanely curious as he waits.

"Thought a lot about how I'd have you for the first time," Harry begins, his tone hungry and low. "How I'd take you. How fucking pathetic you'd look, tied to that bench, begging me to touch you."

Dylan swallows but quickly shoots the malevolent man a glare, reminding him that he won't take this lying down... figuratively speaking.

"Thought about how pretty you'd look..." Harry continues, dipping his head down to ghost his lips along Dylan's jaw. "Down on your knees... while I came down your throat."

Dylan's lashes flutter quickly as he attempts to maintain his resentment, but it becomes much harder when Harry's voice turns to soft silk, lips mere centimeters from his own, and suddenly it's been way too fucking long since he's tasted Harry's tongue.

"But you've been so good," Harry murmurs, both Dylan and Harry nodding as he says this. "Yeah? Yeah, pretty boy. You have, I know. And I think it's only fair... I show you... exactly what you missed leaving me alone that night."

And back to this. Dylan's lips part, ready to explain, but Harry cocks his head to the side, shooting him a look of warning.

"You say this is for her," Harry continues, and Dylan glances over towards Kingsley, who sits silently, her eyes wide. "Yeah? I agree. I agree that she wanted you here tonight and I agree that she deserves to feel you."

So far, so good. Dylan can't really see the problem except he knows the other ball is about to drop.

"So I'm gonna let you. I'm gonna let you fuck my girlfriend. Just like you did last time... while making me watch," Harry continues, almost bitterly, and Dylan begins to smirk.

He isn't wrong, and Dylan begins to relive that night in his mind as Harry recalls each detail for them, and he remembers how pretty Kingsley looked underneath him. Fucking magic.

Then, suddenly, Harry pulls back, eyeing the curious boy beneath him as he mumbles, "Except this time... I'm gonna fuck you."

Now the picture is finally starting to come together, and Kingsley can feel her pulse race as she looks down at Dylan.

His eyes are wide, clearly mesmerized by the proposition, and she can hardly blame him.

Although she is a bit curious to see how well he'll respond.

And Harry is, too. His brow quirks up, waiting expectantly for Dylan to reply, to consent, to react.

But... he doesn't.

He simply blinks up at Harry, like the idea is causing a glitch in his brain.

"That's how I'm gonna have you," Harry decides to continue, letting his lips graze Dylan's for another second. "Gonna watch you fuck her while I ruin you."

Dylan's lids are shutting softly, practically getting swept up in the words alone but before he can fully succumb, Harry leans back up, resting on his knees as he looks down.

The pink and purple lights all about the room are beginning to blur like watercolors in Dylan's mind, practically lulling him into a fuzzy state of submission.   

He doesn't know how he got here. How he got to this moment. How he let himself fall into such a deep sense of desire for not only his best friend... but his best friend's boyfriend.

Labels certainly don't matter tonight, not in this room, and not between the three.

But he doesn't forget their history and he doesn't forget that this changes nothing between them.

It didn't before, it surely can't now.

And yet, even though he's unsure... he props himself up onto his forearms, holding Harry's stare for a moment longer before looking to Kingsley.

"Come here," Dylan calls for her, his voice tender, encouraging her to slink to his side.

He grabs her face when she's close enough, sitting up fully as he leans in to kiss her gently, passionately, and lovingly. 

It's much easier for him to focus on his safe person than it is to focus on Harry, so that's what he does. 

He chooses to put all his time and energy and love into her. Into her pleasure, her body, her mind.

He places one hand on her hip to shove her back, wanting her near the pillows so she can be as comfortable as possible.

She crawls back willingly, never breaking their kiss as she pushes her fingers into the roots of his hair, pulling him along with her.

Behind them, Harry is reaching for his own belt, sliding it off as he watches closely. He'll need Dylan's proper consent before he can begin, but he lets them have their fun as he prepares.

And Dylan is so fucking eager. Been thinking about their first night since he left the room, remembering the way she felt, the way she fucking squeezed him, the way she moaned his name.

He was ruining their friendship with each thrust, and he fucking adored it, pushing her face into the mattress as pulled her hair, and made her watch.

And now... he gets to do it again.

Their kiss is still slow, but somehow heavy. Heavy with the lust and apprehension they both feel as they move closer to what they want. Dylan finds his way between her legs, forcefully pushing them apart as he licks down her chest, fingers finding her cunt. 

Poor thing is still soaking, dripping down his fingers already as he feels her out, curling up as she gasps, head falling back onto the pillows.

She scratches her nails down his back and Harry watches as the red marks begin to appear, his cock throbbing as they do.

It's fucking glorious. Never seen something so beautiful in his life and he can't wait to add to the artwork she's creating down Dylan's spine.

When he's sure she's ready, Dylan fists his cock and brings it closer, debating on going easy before he thinks, fuck it, and slides inside.

It's hard and thoughtless, and exactly what she had been hoping for as her lips part in a silent whine.

He kisses her quickly, swallowing her moans before she can make them, his hips stilling for a moment to let her adjust. Her hands are on his face, pulling him into her as they share the feeling, the stretch, the fullness.

And after a second, she nuzzles her nose against his once again, nodding quickly as she whispers, "Go."

He does, pulling back and grabbing her leg to hoist it up before driving himself harder.

The new angle makes her squirm, kissing him feverishly to silence herself, fingers pulling at his cheeks.

She's soaking his cock and Dylan growls in the back of his throat at the feel of her clenching around him, so fucking tight, exactly how he remembers.

He could spend all day being inside of her, could spend the rest of the night just her and him, fucking her until the tears are staining her skin.

But that's not on Harry's agenda, and as Dylan is finding a steady but hard pace, Harry returns to his side.

He slips his fingers around the front of Dylan's throat and tugs his head back, forcing their kiss to come to an abrupt end as Dylan hisses through his teeth.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Harry murmurs threateningly, eyeing the annoyed boy below him. "Beg me... to fuck you."

Dylan doesn't respond right away, a glare beginning to set in as he looks up.

"Beg me... to fuck... your tight little hole," Harry continues in a snake-like tone so vile, that Kingsley leans back.

Dylan exhales harshly, lips pursed, and fingers digging into Kingsley's hip to steady himself.

"Please," he grits, so forced and so strained that Harry could be fooled into thinking he's not the desperate little whore he knows he is.

"Better," Harry demands in response, squeezing his neck a bit tighter until Dylan's lashes flutter, the oxygen disappearing quickly.

"Please... fuck me," Dylan finally seethes, and now... Harry grins.

"Good boy," he purrs, hand sliding up to his jaw before he shoves Dylan's head back down. 

As Dylan grunts to himself, eyes shut tight, Harry moves for the bottle on the nightstand, flipping it up as he walks behind Dylan's waiting body.

Kingsley, sensing his annoyance, pulls at Dylan's cheeks again, her touch so inexplicably opposite of Harry's that he begins to calm. 

She kisses him just once, a light but meaningful peck on the lips, and he sighs, wondering for a second time how he got so lucky.

And then... Harry's hand.

His rough fingertips move up Dylan's leg, alerting him of his presence, and Dylan takes a deep breath to prepare.

Harry kneels on the bed behind him, hands moving for Dylan's hips as lines himself up.

But, before he goes any further, he dips his head down... and spits.

Even Kingsley is tempted to whimper at the eroticism, but Harry doesn't pay either of them any mind as he drags his fingers through the coating, circling the rim before slowly pushing his way in.

Dylan reels, body lurching forward into Kingsley's as she quickly wraps her arm around his shoulders, her pussy fluttering around him as he hits her deeper.

"Nuh-uh," Harry calls, using his hold on Dylan's hip to ease him back. "Stay right fucking here, all right? Need to stretch you. Relax."

But Dylan doesn't respond, because he knows if he does, Harry won't like what he has to say.

So, instead, he pulls Kingsley's lip between his teeth and thrusts into her again, the gentle noise from her throat making his heart skip.

Harry doesn't stop him, however, he simply pushes his fingers in further, scissoring them slightly as he hears Dylan grunt into her neck.

He doesn't know what the noise was in response to, but he doesn't really care, he's just happy to hear it.

After a moment, Harry reaches for the bottle, the cool liquid making Dylan shiver as it's applied generously.

Harry takes his time, making sure the young boy is nothing but prepared, easing in and out gingerly before picking up the pace, moving a bit faster as Dylan's breathing picks up. He bends his finger upwards, only an inch or two deep, but finds the spot he's looking for and begins to stroke.

Dylan's thrusts have begun to falter, practically nonexistent, but Kingsley doesn't mind. She stays perfectly still beneath him, thumbs caressing his jaw as she watches his face.

His expression is beautiful. Brows pulling together, sweat beading near his hairline, teeth gritting. He feels good, feels pleasure. Like nothing before and she could stare at that expression all day.

"That's it," Harry praises from behind, his tone a bit gentler. "Easy, Dylan, you're all right."

Dylan's chest is rising and falling, his stomach tensing as the most insane feeling forms in his spine, nearly blinding him.

He hadn't expected it to feel this... good. It's certainly not the first time he's been fucked in the ass, but it is the first time by Harry, and truth be told, Dylan had figured he'd hate it.

I mean... it's Harry, and he's a fucking asshole, and how good could he possibly be?

But now Dylan knows exactly what Harry is capable of and he hates that he fucking loves it.

A moment or two more passes quickly before Harry decides he's ready, removing his fingers as Dylan finally exhales, able to breathe for what feels like the first time in minutes.

And as Harry lines himself up, he glances down at Kingsley, silently asking her permission, and also for a reassurance that Dylan is all right, and she smiles gratefully, nodding. 

Nobody knows him better than she does, and if she thinks Dylan will be all right... then Harry believes her.

"Tell me again," he murmurs, moving his eyes back down to Dylan's ass. "Need to hear you fucking say it, Dylan. Need to know—"

"Yes," Dylan replies instantly. "Yes, go... just... go."

There's a slight catch in his voice and Harry almost misses it, but he doesn't, and just when he's thinking the poor boy won't be able to handle it... he realizes what the catch was.

Pathetic, undeniable desire.

And that's all Harry needs to ease his cock forward.

Immediately, Dylan's jaw goes slack, and Kingsley works quickly to aid him in any way she can.

She lifts her hips up to meet his, and he sinks deeper into her, feeling her clench around him as the pleasure in his spine nearly doubles.

It's so fucking good, for each one of them, and Harry almost loses it when he feels how tight Dylan is.

It's perfect, but Harry forces himself to still, giving Dylan a moment or two to relax his muscles.

And as he waits, Kingsley pulls Dylan's earlobe between her teeth, biting softly as he sighs again, so overstimulated in so many spots that he can hardly stand it.

"S'good," she tells him, her soft voice like rain. "So good, Dylan."

The praise spurs him on, his thrusts beginning to pick up again, but at a much different pace.

Because every time he thrusts into her, he loses the feel of Harry. 

And every time he pulls back... the fullness.

Harry picks up on the rhythm quickly, hands finding Dylan's hips as he follows, moving his thrusts to match Dylan's, and suddenly, the room is nothing but needy moans and desperate pants.

"God, exactly what I fucking thought," Harry hisses, hand reaching out to scratch down Dylan's back, weaving his red marks between Kingsley's. "Take me so fucking well, don't you?"

Little droplets of blood form in the wake of Harry's nails, littering Dylan's back with a wine-stained promise.

Harry's eyes narrow in on the scratches, feeling his breath hitch as he lets his thumb smear the precious blood across Dylan's skin before pulling his finger to his mouth and collecting it on his tongue.

Dylan can't respond, can't even form a sentence, his mind absolutely blank as he feels Harry brush against his prostate just as Kingsley flutters around him.

"Both of you... so fucking desperate," Harry seethes, eyes flicking down to Kingsley as she whimpers softly. "S'this what you wanted, sweet girl? Wanted us to have you? Wanted us to fuck you? All you've been fucking dreaming about?"

She nods, another soft whine sweeping past her lips in response, and Harry curses to himself at the sight of Dylan's body on top of her, pressing into her, pulling her. 

He can't stop, can't fight the dominance coursing through his veins, the need to ruin them both.

He reaches out, fingers in Dylan's hair, pulling his head back. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Fuck—"

"Say it, Dylan—"

"Shit... good," Dylan pants, veins straining against his skin as he drives himself deeper, forcing Kingsley's knee into her chest.

"Attaboy," Harry growls, shoving his head back down. "Go on... fill her. Fucking fill that tight little pussy till it drips down her thighs."

"Shit—"

"Ruin her, Dylan. Fucking do what you came to do and ruin her," Harry demands. "Show me how bad you want it."

Tears are pooling in Kingsley's eyes as she squirms against the silk sheets, her eyes flicking up to the mirror on the ceiling to watch the three of them for a moment before the pleasure overtakes her.

"Go on," Dylan tells her, sensing her need. "It's okay, baby, go on... please. Fuck, gotta feel you."

His arm moves to wrap around her lower back, hosting her off the mattress and closer to his body as he fills her to the hilt, hips slamming into hers.

And she does exactly what was asked of her, exploding around him as she cries out, face burying in his neck as he holds her tight.

He could revel in the sensation for the rest of his life, could die right fucking here with her around him, it feels so fucking good.

He places her back down so he can pinch her clit, rubbing it gently before applying pleasure, and she gasps like she's on fire, whimpering into his skin as he forces her to cum for him again.

And as he does, Harry feels his own release about to overflow, the slick sound of his cock slipping in and out of Dylan almost pleasure enough.

But he won't let himself cum until Dylan has, needing him more than anything in the world, and it encourages his thrusts to go harder, to hit better.

The look on Dylan's face along with the feel of his fingers sends Kingsley into her next wave and she scratches down his back once again, the poor boy's skin now littered with memories of both their pleasure.

But Dylan could care less. All he cares about right now is how good it all feels. How good she feels, how good he feels...

And it snaps.

Suddenly and without warning but who is he to complain as he lets it engulf him, his mind going numb as it finally breaks him into a million pieces.

The sound he makes... a growl, angry and heated that quickly fades into a soft whimper has Harry's heart stuttering in his chest.

It's the best thing he's ever heard in his life and he can't even see Dylan's face but he knows it's fucking beautiful.

And he finally has what he wanted. Finally has Dylan fisting the sheets as he pounds into him, teeth finding Kingsley's shoulder as he bites down hard.

It's perfect. Better than Harry could have possibly imagined and as the tides rolls over Dylan... Harry follows. 

To be honest, he's quite impressed with himself for lasting as long as he did. After all, with the way his two little whores were egging him on, he's surprised he didn't lose it within the first thirty seconds.

But as he releases, Dylan moves back, ass meeting his hips as Harry's nails begin to scratch down Dylan's skin. 

He's panting helplessly, a sound Kingsley knows well, and as she watches him still... she smiles.

They're both so good at that.

For a moment, all they do is breathe, chests heaving as they collapse onto one another, Harry falling onto the bed on one side of Kingsley, and Dylan falling onto the other side.

Of course, true to form Dylan refuses to move, keeping his cock warm right inside Kingsley's cunt, and she doesn't mind in the least bit.

Who knows how long it'll be until she'll get to feel him like this again?

And if Harry wasn't so fucked out of his mind, he'd say this was the perfect time to give Kingsley a taste. It would be so easy to enter from this angle, with Dylan fucking into her from the front.

The image in his head is unholy, but unfortunately, he reckons that will have to wait until their next visit.

As the sounds of the club drift into the now silent room, Harry snuggles in closer, kissing along Kingsley's shoulder blades as she sighs contently. 

And Dylan does the same, grazing his lips along her neck, licking over the bruises they've made, sucking in a couple more, just to make it even.

They touch her like she's satin, smoothing their palms over her skin, devouring her eagerly.

It's the perfect way to end it, reminding her and themselves that this little fucking brat always gets her way.

And when her way involves them both...

Then they suppose they both win.

She's everything to them in this moment, and their need to care of her like she's a lost little lamb becomes their only drive.

They kiss every inch of her skin, caress each dip of her body, and murmur things in her ear that makes her cheeks flush.

"Did so good—"

"My sweet girl. Know you fucking loved it, didn't you—"

"You're okay, I've got you—"

"Easy, darling. So fucking good—"

She could listen to them talk to her all day, and while they're gentle and soft, she doesn't miss the lust still peeking through each word that drips from their lips.

It's easy to become lulled into a sense of security with them. And she nuzzles her face into the crook of Dylan's neck as he runs his thumb down her lip, smiling to himself as she wiggles into him.

And Harry holds her, arm around her hip, his chest against her back, his own face buried in her hair. He inhales her. Her scent, her body... it's fucking mythical and hasn't a doubt in his mind why she drives him so crazy.

They stay in the silk bed for what feels like hours, just whispering in hushed voices, holding onto each other as if afraid to let go of the moment.

However, before they can all fall asleep, Harry declares it's time for him to take Kingsley home, gingerly pulling at her hand to help her to her wobbly feet.

The three of them begin to reach for their clothes, slipping them back on in silence as they do their best not to think too hard about what comes next.

Once they're ready, Harry leads them to the door, opening it quietly as they slip out into the loud hallway, leaving their secrets and bad decisions behind.

Kingsley finds herself falling behind so she can walk beside Dylan, slipping her hand inside his as she grins up at him.

And he wants to be annoyed, but he smiles nonetheless, looking down at her with a roll of his eyes. "What?"

"Feels good, right?" she whispers, biting her lip with glee. "The three of us?"

He grunts, eyes returning to Harry's back. "Don't push it."

"But you have to admit you enjoyed it—"

"No. I don't."

"Dylan," she laughs, and Harry smirks to himself as he listens to their conversation.

"I'm not doing it again," Dylan finally informs her, eyes lowering back down. "I mean it."

"Sure, okay," she snorts, squeezing his hand again before following both boys out into the main room.

And Dylan leaves The Prism that night fully believing he'll never find his way back again.

But that's the funny thing about The Prism.

You always come back for more.

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~ Insatiable | 3. The Prism (Harry & Dylan & Kingsley)*

Full Masterlist

[genkinahito]

Stare, Kaiji: The Final Game, On-Gaku: Our Sound, King of Prism All Stars: Prism Show Best 10, Ashita, Kimi no inai sekai de, The Island of Giant Insects, Beyond the Blue, Apparel Designer and Other Japanese Film Trailers

Stare, Kaiji: The Final Game, On-Gaku: Our Sound, King of Prism All Stars: Prism Show Best 10, Ashita, Kimi no inai sekai de, The Island of Giant Insects, Beyond the Blue, Apparel Designer and Other Japanese Film Trailers

Happy Weekend, people!

I hope you are all well.

This is the second weekend of the decade and we’re all still here. I have been playing Resident Evil 2: Remake, a Christmas present from my mother and sister, and I’ve been having a blast. I got past Mr. X without dying – although he did punch me as I walked through a door to evade a licker. It’s very cinematic thanks to the moody lighting and…

[lunawings]

King of Prism JM Umeda Cheering Show Character Messages

So if you haven’t seen my previous posts, there is going to be a virtual King of Prism cheering show tomorrow, March 18th 2023 at 20:00 JST (this is 7am EDT if you’re in the US) at JM Umeda, on a platform called HH cross events, followed by a talk show including Junta Terashima from 21:10. From what I can see, JM Umeda is a virtual space designed after the real life area around Umeda Station in Osaka. 

It wasn’t that difficult for me to register for the platform, so if you are thinking of attending please do! And feel free to contact me with any questions. 

In the weeks leading up to the event, the area has been opened with a few different activities you can participate in, such as cheering practice (shown above) and a poll about the talk show that would unlock rewards for everyone the more people voted. The rewards included being able to use Torachi as your avatar, fireworks, and messages from SePTENTRION. 

Since all the initial character messages have been unlocked now, I’ll translate them now: 

I can’t wait for the cheering show~! I really wanna hear your voices soon! 

Let us give this cheering show everything we’ve got. Your love and support gives us strength. 

A cheering show is just like a festival, right? Let’s do it up!!

To all my big sis and big bros out there~☆ I’ll be waiting for you at JM Umeda♪

I can’t want to see all your smiling faces at the show. All of us are looking forward to it as well. 

I’m so very excited for the cheering show~! I can’t wait to see you all ♡

I’m gonna make sure this is the best cheering show ever!! So you all better be there!!

[animefagos]

Tráiler de la película King of Prism All Stars: Prism Show Best 10

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Tráiler de la película King of Prism All Stars: Prism Show Best 10

La página web oficial de la franquicia spin-off King of Prism ha publicado un tráiler de su película King of Prism All Stars: Prism Show Best 10. En el vídeo se puede escuchar los temas Daisuki Refrain, de Shin Ichijō y Love Graffiti, por la nueva unidad de siete miembros de Edel Rose, SePTENTRION. La…

[universejunction]

Thoughts so far on the Church of Prismatic Light

Using religious freedom as protection against oppression couched in "religious freedom" seems to me like an excellent strategy

I feel mildly safer already for some reason.

They want transparency and do mean well.

They're still working on getting non-profit status, but they already meet the federally-recognized definition of a religion.

It's very new and growing very fast, so it could easily go off the rails if something goes wrong

I didn't grow up going to church except with my grandmothers; usually for holidays

I did try to go to church when I first went to college, in an attempt to find community. I only kinda did and only went a few times. Haven't since except, again, holidays with grandma (and later, funeral)

I've been looking to build community again; taking dance classes, taking part in discord communities (though I retreat from large ones)

And looking forward, I can see actually being involved in this church, assuming it goes well.

Like a prismatist-backed community garden or something. I feel like I'll be able to find community for projects like that.

Their seven tenants seem to align well with my values, or what values I want in a social organization.

The founder is in my state. In my metro area. That was a surprise but might be a factor in me finding it (by way of my wife; I assumed it was on her FYP on TikTok but I'm sure the algorithm knows her location)

I hope this thing doesn't go off the rails

I ordered a prism from Evil Jeff's Mega Store which should arrive today.

I'm having fun with it, and tbh that's part of the point. It should be light-hearted.

I also did a tarot reading to examine this. On the night of a tornado-producing storm. So I used quite a bit of power for it. Examination below the fold.

Reading clockwise from bottom left

12 (unnamed): in other decks this is the hanged man, a traitor. I'm reading this as queer persecution. Also as Odin hanging from the tree.

10 of swords reversed - Ruin: the way I read reversed cards in this deck is like potentials heading toward material reality. Doom, but not at hand. The pointy of this church is keeping doom at bay, which requires keeping an eye on the potential destruction.

10 Fortune: chance, a roll of the dice. Material circumstance plays a big roll, especially in the direction of something so new and large. This is a gamble, but gambles pay off sometimes.

XIII Vulture Mother: vultures eat rotting carcasses and have an important ecological role in preventing the spread of disease. She dances with glow lights; it's a party!

King of Wands reversed: in this deck wands are associated with earth, rather than fire. He doesn't lead, he does and others follow. He's way of using the wrong tool for the job, but he can build the tools he needs. This is reversed so he's as distant as the ruin, but look how he's anchored to the earth. This king could land with a mighty thud and bring his inventiveness to bear anytime... if he doesn't burn up on the way down. His protection is more ceremonial than practical but he knows the risks. He watches the entire spread as he pauses from his work.

3 Empress: she's the world's abundance; she's Venus. Her mask averts her eyes from the king, but her true face watches the worlds and the hanging figure beyond.

99 of wands - starseed: I grew up believing all who might like to get to live forever having adventures in space, with room and purpose for everyone. This card asks me to also consider what it would mean if that's not true. Maybe everyone just gets this life; we make the best of what we get, and our eternal existence is the reality of having been when and where we were. Regardless of afterlife, this card speaks of a grand adventure and an incredibly wide perspective.

[travoltacustom]

HYPNOSIS MICROPHONE 4TH INTERNATIONAL POLL (DECEMBER 2020) Part 3 & 4: Characters & Songs

Thank you for your participation! These are the final results for the 4th Hypnosis Microphone International Poll. After months of work on this, we have estimates for general fandom opinions. Do you agree or disagree with the general opinions? Please let us know! 

The results were held back from original posting as we were waiting to post for a month before the 2nd DRB finals (which is on Doppo’s Birthday this year.) My deepest apologies for how long this took to get out. We will be releasing these results with a section per day, with the end of these results showing the Japanese side. 

Click the READ MORE to view the results.

PREFACE

The data collection for this poll received 902 votes to give us an indication of the demographic of those who consume Hypnosis Mic. This poll was open to English speakers, and thus, results may be considerably Euro/American-centric. The word ‘international’ has been used to refer to how fans are from many places around the world, but the poll may also refer to this group as ‘English-speaking’ etc. The Japanese poll had a smaller respondent pool with 400.

This poll received the most activity through Twitter, given that the series is most active on that platform. The poll was also posted on Tumblr, Facebook and the HypMic wiki. Commentary has been given on sections of the poll. These results will be available in full on from this account. The Japanese poll results shall follow about a week with comparison to this poll.

The poll was conducted from December 2020 to January 2021. This poll is UNOFFICIAL and none of the composers of this poll have any relation to King Records whatsoever.

This will be split into MULTIPLE posts due to the amount of data and limitations of tumblr.

PART 3: Character Opinions

This section is completely subjective and was up to the respondents of what 'favorite' and 'best' mean to them.

Who is your favorite character? / Most popular character (Respondents were allowed to choose 3)

Which character do you think is the best rapper? Only the top 10 are listed.

Who is your favorite supporting character? Only the top 10 are listed.

93.8% of voters said that there are no side characters in their top 3 favorite characters. 4.8% said there was 1, 0.4% said there were 2, and 1% said that all of their favorite characters in their top 3.

Which is your favorite team / division?

A single vote was cast for Onigawara Bombers (-Track 2-)

There were no votes for North Bastard (-Track 1-)

PART 4: Music Opinions

Which is your favorite introductory character song?

Which is your favorite 2nd character song?

Which is your favorite character song out of all currently released?

Which is your favorite solo instrumental? Only the top 10 are listed.

Which is your favorite division song? 1st and 2nd.

Which is your favorite division song out of all currently released?

Which is your favorite division song instrumental?

Which is your favorite Battle Season song

BATTLE BATTLE BATTLE (54.7%)

DEATH RESPECT (32.6%)

WAR WAR WAR (12.7%)

Which is your favorite song from the anime / anime-only song?

Which is your favorite Division All Stars / full cast song?

Which is your favorite (manga) bonus song? 

Which is your favorite non-canon song? 

Curry Meshi by The Dirty Dawg in collaboration with Nissin Foods (21.2%)

EZ DO RAP by Buster Bros!!! as a remix of King of Prism’s EZ DO DANCE (20.5%)

D.R.B VS D.B.A + HYPSTER MASHUP by Teddyloid (9.9%)

Uptown Anthem by Cypress Ueno & Robert Yoshino with Samatoki Aohitsugi (9.1%)

The Three Musketeers Mic Relay by The Dirty Dawg, Cypress Ueno & Robert Yoshino & Gesshoku Kaigi (4.8%)

34.6% of respondents have not listened to these songs.

(Note: I am very sad about this. Please go search these up, cause you won’t regret it.)

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For the next part detailing production opinions Hypnosis Mic, please follow us to the next part in the next post. To view international fandom demographics, go back to the previous post.

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[curejiraiya]

I saw a post in Korean on twitter that said something like "no matter how much I think about it, there has to be something more to Taiga's admiration of Kazuki." and I didn't feel like I should reply to them because it would absolutely get lost in translation, but I wrote up a post that I put in my circle instead. This is that post, if anyone is interested? This is probably the most character analysis I've done in my entire life lmao.

I think it would be disrespectful for me to randomly reply to this person, but I extremely want to reply "Of course there is [something more to his admiration], he's gay!" There's no world where Taiga isn't gay coded! Other than Louis he's the most gay character in King of Prism! Now I'm going to explain why I think this. :D

I know the 10? people in my twitter circle will not read this and not care, but it's important! Taiga is gay! Taiga's entire backstory is that when he was a child he met a street dancer who was really nice to him, and fell madly in love with him. It was his first childhood crush.

Later in life he finds out the performer became a famous celebrity, and he changes the course of his life to follow in his crushes footsteps. He's known for buying Kazuki's merch, and even wears his buttons on his uniform every single day.

(K Kazuki button + green bracelet)

There's plot and stuff I don't want to get into, but once he becomes a fellow student with Kazuki he makes it his mission to protect him. He puts himself in harms way for Kazuki, all the while continuing to look up to him and do his best to make him proud.

The two's birthdays are one day apart, and during Taiga's own birthday song for the game he wishes a happy birthday to Kazuki instead of himself! Like ??????????

But ok maybe you think, that's not gay he just idolizes Kazuki. Well maybe it was that, until SSS came around.

In SSS Taiga admits most of this backstory while naked in a bath with his friends, and when he realizes what he said he makes this fucking blushy face and freaks out.

Idk bro this is GAY PANIC if I've ever seen it.

BUT IF THAT'S NOT ENOUGH! This episode ends with Taiga having a confrontation with Kazuki, where all his friends encourage him to "Tell him your feelings." Taiga starts, but hesitates too much and loses his opportunity.

And that would be all, except in King of Prism: All Stars they run a call and response section where the audience repeats some of Taiga's famous lines. As a funny moment they added an alternative version of that scene, where TAIGA ACTUALLY CONFESSES.

Now I'm American, and I'm a gay man who specifically imagines all the characters in the media he likes as gay, but you can't tell me that this situation shouldn't be read as "they can't directly say he's in love with Kazuki, the show would be canceled."

So anyway if you don't think he's gay after this scene you're homophobic. ;) I'm kidding, everyone has their own interpretation of the characters, and I hope you enjoy mine!

If you'd like we can talk about how Kakeru is madly in love with Taiga at another time.