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thebalancewentwrong · 1 year

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The Tears give the champions their powers! (Tears of the Kingdom theory)

I’ve had this theory stuck in my head for the last few days so just hear me out as I go off about this.

Ok, so in the recent trailer we see small gemstones that we now believe to be the titular ‘Tears of the kingdom’.

Zelda is seen holding one but we also see more in the possession of the ‘new champions’

On Sidon’s hand

On Tulin’s talon

So it seems that all the champions will have one, but it seems Ganondorf also managed to get one on his forehead here:

So we got a handful of Tears (presumably 7 based on other theories on murals and such) But what do they do?

Well people have already made the connection to the new recall ability symbol and the that Tear Zelda (and also the Zelda like woman) have.

Perhaps this Tear is what gives Link the time rewinding ability (and perhaps what sends Zelda back in time if that theory is to be believed (Which I do))

I actually believe the below image is the scene where Link sends the Master Sword to the past to be fixed by Zelda (or just keep it there for a while as just time seems to heal the Master Sword) and Zelda gives Link the Recall Tear, thus giving him the ability.

Ok so, the yellow Tear gives the Recall ability, but what about the rest? What do the others do and what are the other races using them for? Well this theory was spawned from this shot in the trailer:

Riju appears to be using Urbosa’s lightning ability! An ability she never used in BotW and AoC so it was presumed she didn’t inherit it, and yet here she is using it now, but how?

Well if we look closely in this shot we can see....

She has one of the Tears on her ear! Is it possible that the Tear is what gives her this lightning ability???

Is it possible that the 4 previous champion’s unique abilities were actually a result of Tears that they kept on them?

Perhaps these 4 abilities (Lightning, Shield bubble, Updraft and Healing) all originate from Tears that the champions were given from the royal family when they became champions?

There are a few plot holes though... so I’ll try to fill them.

Firstly Yunobo. He seems to have inherited Daruk’s Shield bubble ability. But perhaps what he actually inherted was the Tear that he keeps on him at all times? Maybe he’s not fully aware on what it truly does, or he sees it as a ‘protection charm’?

Then there is Revali who calims to have perfected his unique updraft ability. Perhaps the tear’s ability was a bit unruly at first and needed to be trained. Or perhaps other Rito gave it a try but none could control quite like Revali.

I get there is a bit of a leap in logic here but I just can’t get the idea out of my head. It just makes sense to me on how these particular individuals gained these bizarre abilities. I really can’t imaine how Urbosa for instance managed to gain control of lightning. I get she could just be a powerful magic user and that still may be the case but still.

Finally I want to talk about Ganondorf. I believe his Tear allows him to transform into this:

Some crazy powerful suped up (possibly immortal) version of himself (no I don’t think this is Demise. I think there is too much evidence to state the contrary) But anyway it’s clearly made him even more powerful than before.

I think he craves this power in this game and has stolen the Tears and Link has to get them back for the champions. As we know they don’t have the tears all the time from the gameplay and artwork:

No Tears in sight.

And I actually think this shot (below) actually takes place near the end of the game after all the tears are recovered for them.

So anyway, that’s my theory, I just had to get it out there before I exploded. I’m all good now.

I have other theories like how the rehydrated Ganondorf scene actually takes place in the past and his Tear made him immortal and thus that’s why his mummified body is still alive despite it being thousands of years. But I’ll leave that for now.

Thanks for reading!

#zelda #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda #totk #riju #ganondorf #theory #tulin #sidon #tear

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kurooandkenmasslut · 2 years

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Okay so like i’m planning on writing fanfics for anime character's !!

Fandom that I will write:

Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba, Haikyuu / Hq, Spy x Family, Attack on Titan / Snk /Aot and My hero Academia Naruto !!

You can request any type of story !! male or female, fluff, angst, smut {i dont know of i’m good at it though-} headcanons, short story, series, drabbles and imaines !!!

I might not be active much, but i’ll try to keep you guys posted !

Bye 🧍🏻‍♀️

#kimetsu no yaiba #attack on titan #aot fluff #hq drabbles #hq angst #hq headcanons #hq fluff #aot fanfiction #spy x family #naruto fanfiction #naruto fluff #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto

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glarehand · 4 years

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"Are you fond of animals?" (Terra Branford)

“I haven’t had close interaction with animals since I was a child. I’d consider the shadow dragon to be a companion of mine, though as a summon, I do not wish to keep him outside the realm of monsters longer than he’d like to be.” He doesn’t sound particularly saddened by the fact but still, the aftertaste of loneliness lingers.

“But... I wouldn’t be opposed to something more... domestic. Though it’d have to be something I wouldn’t fear harming accidentally,” he adds, upturning a large palm and slowly flexing and relaxing his hand.

#picture him with a malamute #or though he said smtn not small IMAGIEN A LIL KITTEN #A LIL BABBY STUMBLING KITTEN #text #tragicbutinnocent #hey i love you and miss you and hope you're doing well!!!#wait another thing is like spiders are fragile so like imaine him w a spider and being fucking HORRIFIED if he drops it by accident #hes graceful as all hell but still what if #hes nervous around animals probably #like pets smtn as least firmly as he can bc his hands are fuckin GIANT

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mairights · 5 years

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I really like this dude and he knows how much I love peter parker so he keeps bringing up the marvel/sony situation in the cutest ways and normally I would be mad at this cause its so annoying but he makes talking about it so fun cause he actually cares and he literally knows nothing about marvel so its extra cute idk I just wanted to share that are good boys out there 😍

aw well if it makes u happy then that’s sweet!!

#i am trying to imaine how u can bring that up in a cute way though shdhskud #ask #anon

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werewolfetone · 2 years

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I would really like to believe that dorian gets so corrupted that he feels drawn to discover helen's identity. Or maybe he doesn't even gets shaken on watching the portrait of Helen or the artist's diary like villiers and austin were. It's difficult to explicitly imaine what would happen when helen and dorian would meet. So I'm just gonna say something crazy like they would make out lmao.

Yeah I feel like either they would meet and instantly team up to make other peoples' lives a living hell, or they would meet and instantly decide to make each other's lives a living hell. Idk which is more likely though lmao.

#dorian gray #helen vaughan #the picture of dorian gray #the great god pan #classic literature #asks

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i-wakeupstrange · 3 years

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Long way back home

Enjoy — a cute flashback to a girl and her clone gossiping about boys!

“You used to have the hots for Normie Osborn?”

“...Yeah,” I said, even though remembering it all made me want to scream into my pillow instead.

“Does Da… um, Uncle Peter… know?”

“Dad can never know.”

“Yeah.” I could hear her turning to face me. “Look at the grudge he’s got against me for just being a- a tool of Osborn’s. Imaine how much he’d flip if he ever found out you kissed one.”

“He doesn’t have a--”

“Whatever.”

With a more excited, mischevious edge to her (our?) voice, she switched the subject. “Speaking of kissing... you really think Franklin Richards wanted to lock lips?”

I was glad she couldn’t see me blush in the dark. “Hoo-boy! Welllll. I mean, Maybe my inner fangirl just believes what she wants to believe, but I swear I could sense that he was about to lean in before Dad ruined the moment.”

“And you’re sure I can’t make him pay for that?”

“One hundred... okay, maybe ninety percent sure.”

“But those dreamy baby blue eyes.”

“Even dreamier in person.” I bit my lip. “Maybe 85% no on the revenge thing.”

Her laugh filled the distance between us.

“And your costume really shrunk in the dryer?”

“Yeah, that reminds me, I need to show you how to wash...”

“And it started tearing in the middle of a fight?”

“Hey, at least I had enough webbing left to maintain my modesty.”

“Barely.”

“Still!”

“Just saying, if you had symbiote powers, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

“This from the girl who shredded my favorite sweater.”

“I told you that an was an accident! My claws got caught and when I tried to pull it off--”

“Whatever. You still owe me a new one.”

“Yeah, okay, fine. More importantly: that Jameson cutie is a superhero?”

#akirakan #fanfic #writing #wip meme #april parker #mayday parker #my fic #ugh why can't i do a proper horizontal line i hate tumblr

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novelconcepts · 3 years

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I saw you mention being curious about what Victoria Pedretti would be like as Jamie. Thoughts on how you think things would differ for the performances? Imaine if VP and AE had swapped casting~

Oh, this is wildly impossible for me to say, given how VP fully embodies different people onscreen each time. If pressed, I’d say we’d get a lower-energy, higher-confidence performance than with Dani, with less tension held in the jaw and a significantly more chill walk. Probably a lot more of the energy I get the sense she brings to her You character (judging from minimal knowledge, that person just seems much more inclined toward brazen flirtation), and a lot less of the slightly-neurotic good cheer that is Dani. Maybe a bit more of the fuck-you intensity that pops up around Henry in the first episode.

AE as Dani, I genuinely couldn’t say. I’ve never seen her in anything else. I would be deeply curious, though I do think they both do such an excellent job as-is that it’s not warranted.

#the haunting of bly manor spoilers #this is just throwing stuff at the wall based solely on how Jamie is + how VP seems in more confident character roles #if she brought even half of what she brings to her two minutes in Shirley #none of us would still be alive to binge it a second time #we’d just have passed out and that would be that

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imaginemarcothephoenix · 4 years

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Imaine Marco being able to consume and drink poisonous things.

Ask box is open!

“Delicious,” Marco says finishing his meal and smiling politely at the man who had invited the commanders for dinner, ignoring Ace spitting his first mouthful onto the ground, having missed the signal that it was poisoned. “I think I detected a little zing, something not quite spicy but incredibly delicious. I don’t suppose that you would be willing to part with the recipe?”

Their host shivers, his hand shaking as he tries to lift his glass to his mouth, spilling it down his front like a drunk, “Recipe?”

“Of course, I haven’t had anything that I’ve enjoyed so much in ages, I would love to have it made again for me.”

“I’ll see if my chef would be willing to part with it.”

Marco’s smile doesn’t falter as he leans back in his seat and watches their host closely, “Thank you for your hospitality. Please send the recipe or your chef’s denial to the Moby Dick before we set sail.”

“Of course.”

Marco waits for them to get outside before pressing the back of his hand to Ace’s forehead, looking for any signs of the poison taking effect, “You missed out on signal because of meat, didn’t you?”

“I was hungry,” Ace whines. “And it smelt so good. Why would you let me go to a dinner that could kill me and not feed me first?”

“We’ll feed you before we go back to the ship,” Marco promises, grinning when Ace frowns, already checking over the rest of the commanders to make sure that they hadn’t made Ace’s mistake. Not that Marco could blame him, Ace’s metabolism was interesting and incredibly fast. “You’re feeling alright?”

“Didn’t know you were immune to that,” Haruta says arms crossed over his chest. “I didn’t know you could be immune to that kind of poison.”

Izou laughs behind his fan, though his eyes linger on Ace in concern, “Marco isn’t immune to anything.”

“I’m not affected by them,” Marco explains when Haruta raises an eyebrow. “I have never been, it’s a by product of my devil’s fruit. I heal faster than it can kill me.”

“That would be so useful.”

Marco laughs, placing a hand on Ace’s shoulder when he moves too far away from their group, using his flames to make sure that his system was beating whatever it was their host had seen fit to give them, “Still alright?”

“Yeah,” Ace promises. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, now come on, let’s get you all fed. After all you did miss out on an excellent meal.”

written by: mod S

#opfanfic #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #legendaryjarcollection

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dxmedstudent · 5 years

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Dx talks contraception.

As I mentioned in my post on the NHS Contraceptive choices tool, contraceptives matter. There’s still something taboo about talking about contraceptives. Women do, all the time, but like periods, it’s not seen as polite conversation in mixed company. But honestly? Screw that attitude. I think contraception should be talked about honestly and widely, until it’s seen as about as controversial as haemorrhoid cream or eye drops. Because it’s just another tool to make our lives better and look after our bodies. I have no patience with the idea that people shouldn’t be allowed to control their reproductive destiny beause it’s against nature or it’s against someone else’s religious beliefs. Contraception is healthcare; it allows people, particularly women, to make informed choices about how and when to have kids, and allows them to, if they choose, create a family of their choosing when they can actually support it. Yes, contraceptive medication can have health benefits for a lot of people, and that shouldn’t be underplayed. But the appearance of medication that meant people could enjoy intimacy without the fear of unwanted and unplanned pregnancy has been lifechanging for many people. Using contraception is pretty uncontroversial in the UK, so I still feel really weirded out that there seem to be lots of people in the US who stigmatise it. It’s also hideously expensive in the US, if that post by PP that I reblogged today is accurate. I feel privileged to be able to go to my GP or a sexual health clinic and get literally whatever form of contraceptive I want (as long as it is safe for me), absolutely free at the point of care. I 'd really like to see more contraceptives for men and trans women on the market; it’s about time that the burden didn’t lie quite so heavily with the people getting pregnant; it takes two to tango after all. I want to see people talk about it more; we need to acknowledge the side effects, the difficulties in getting it right, the risks of failure and the effect it has on our lives when women and trans men take on the majority of the burden.

Anyhow, so I thought I’d start by talking about myself.

I’ve been getting pretty tired of juggling periods with oncalls; at least one circle of hell has to feature you running around on a hell shift for 13h whilst trying not to bleed on yourself, and popping pills to manage the unholy combination of cramps and IBS that comes along with it. As for premenstrual symptoms; I love the unpredictability of not knowing whether this month you’ll be angry or anxious or sad or just feel something else so, so much, completely out of the blue and with intensity. Or, in fact, the unpredictability of having an irregular cycle altogether. I’ve also been thinking about whether I might have PCOS, but that’s a story for another day. At any rate, I've often thought about what I could do about these things, but put it off because life was busy, and having periods wasn’t ruining my life, though it made it unpleasant at times. But when you start to see people, then thinking about contraception becomes an even more important issue. I hate uncertainty and risk, and I know that accidentally having kids in the next couple of years would be the wrong thing for me (and no doubt, whoever I’m seeing). So I want to not only protect myself, but also avoid a lot of unnecessary anxiety that would come with using less reliable methods alone. People never talk about the mental health benefits of reliable contraception, but just imaine how much uncertainty and dread it can take away. I work shifts, am pretty busy, and know that if I eventually have any concerns that my protection has messed up (which, you know, happens to people), dealing with it in a timely manner would be a major hassle that could affect my work. So I needed something as reliable as possible, that fit into my busy, chaotic life. I evaluated my options, used my friendly tool, and picked the contraceptive implant. To be honest, I’d been thinking about going for the implant long before I even started dating this time around. I don’t mind needles but I am terrible at remembering to take medications and I get up at different times on lots of days due to shifts; I know I’d be high risk for forgettin to take pills. I’ve always joked that if I ever had to take the pill, I’d get so pregnant. I just don’t have the time or energy for organising monthly injections or making sure I get patches, and anyhow, if I do want a family, I don’t want to have to wait for the delay in fertility that sometimes comes long with them. I don’t want to have to keep a track of whether I put in a ring or didn’t, and frankly, the fear that it might have fallen out, or what happens if I drop it on the ground would be pretty offputting. I’m a busy, slightly scatterbrained person who just wanted the most reliable, least effort type of thing I could opt for, so that whether I’m even sexually active or not, it’s there doing its job quietly in the background for a few years and I can carry on with my life. I really like that you can feel it in your arm; it feels reassuring knowing that it’s there. I joke that I’m a bionic woman.

It goes without saying, though, kids, that even if you have a reliable, long acting reversible form of contraception, you still need to think about barrier protection for infections. It doesn’t replace staying safe and making sure your partner is tested. But given that condoms aren’t always reliable I’ve always been a believer that you can never be too careful.

The procedure itself was straightforward; I got some cold spray local anaesthetic, and then the implant was inserted with a big needle. It hurt and bled quite a bit more than I expected it to and then came up with a massive bruise. An informal poll of quite a few of my lady friends revealed that in general they and their sisters didn’t have too many difficulties, and a lot less pain and bruising. I’m pretty sure I was just really unlucky, but the nurse was great and I have no complaints. I’m a doc; I recognise that sometimes these things happen. It might cause more issues when it’s time to come out, but honestly, that’s a problem for Future Dx to worry about. That said, I’d consider a little haemoglobin to be a reasonable sacrifice for absolute reliability and the fact that if I get on well with it, for the next three years I don’t have to worry about making sure I don’t get pregnant. Hell, even if you aren’t seeing anyone at all, it can just sit there, in case you need it at some point in those 3 years. I love that it’s very reliable, and there’s almost no way my scatterbrained self can mess it up. You can’t predict which side effects you’ll get, though you can look up which ones are less likely to have particular symptoms and try them out and hope for the best. I timed having my implant so that if I have any horrible side effects, I could find time to fix things and they wouldn’t happen at too crucial a time. So I recommend planning for things like this early and at convenient times for yourself; you never know how things are going to work out. It’s also important to try to think about contraception before you need it; even if that is something like condoms.

So far, I’m good on the side effect front, but we’ll see how things continue. The main negative so far is that the bruise was massive and took ages to fade. I wore a dressing over it at first, and wore long sleeves to work (and out), because it looked pretty noticeable. When I eventually took the dressings off, I couldn’t even cover it up with a cardigan any more because it’s just too hot on the wards. The fading bruise drew more attention and concern from everyone at work than I expected. It’s not particularly embarrassing for a grownass woman so I can be pretty blunt about it, but I’m not sure everyone really wants to know.

#periods #contraception #my life #personal #dxdates #dx dates

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wildcard47 · 5 years

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I just binged all your Terror fics and I lovelovelove the aweome mirroring of Sophia catching Francis going down on James in one and James catching him going down on Sophia in another and I'm just imaining some point later where francis gets to be the one to watch to complete the trilogy.

Okay, I forgot this was an ask and not a kinkmeme prompt, so I just spent like fifteen minutes in dreamwidth, all, “but where IS it???” 😂Anyway, hope you enjoy this threeway in three ways! I got experimental.

larking (R, 2648 words)james

If Francis went to town for more than a day or two at a time, James and Sophia often found themselves rather at loose ends. For so long, the majority of their energies had been diverted towards drawing Francis into some game or another. Thus, when it was time for diversions to end and the practicalities of the house to begin, neither she nor he enjoyed settling down to such responsibilities. James disliked it because he – by his own admission – lacked the patience and sense to do it half as well as Francis, whilst Sophia had been tasked with the administration of a house for many years while living with her aunt, and had merely tired of the role.

And so it was that one summer day, as they were reviewing the household budget for the next few months, Sophia put her pencil aside and turned to James, her mouth a moue of excitement and her eyes flashing bright. “James, I would not object to a round or two of larking, if you are so inclined.”

He glanced over, intrigued. “Rather oblique for such a common request, my dear.”

“Oh! So you are amenable. Then I should like to sit on your face.”

Although James could not have been accused of heedlessness in his past dalliances with ladies, he found that today, and with this particular lady, refusing such a striking picture was quite beyond him.

“Ah. Well, yes. Let’s––” distractedly, he extended his hand to her, as gallant as if they were preparing to sweep out onto the dance floor. “Lead the way.”

“On the sofa.” She took his hand, and rose from her seat. Although her additional bulk made walking rather slow, she was as graceful as a ballerina as she swept her housecoat from her shoulders and discarded it into the floor. “Lie on your back. I shall kneel over you.”

James made quick work of her laces and stays, so she was bared nearly entirely to his eyes, save for her breeches. “Wherever my lady commands.”

“Your lady is rather ungainly as of late.” With a smirk, Sophia gestured to the taut slope of her stomach, now as round as a ripe melon. “And she is currently being kicked in the ribs by an unfeeling tenant, so she has ample need for relaxation.”

James began to roll up his shirtsleeves. “That can be arranged.”

Sophia merely laughed. “You would not believe how distempered I have been without.”

He sat down onto the sofa and promptly lay backwards; slowly, she kicked a leg over his chest, leaving the other foot planted on the floor.

James raised an eyebrow at her assertion as she walked, in a rather bow-legged fashion, up to the level of his neck. “I do live here, you know.”

“You do.”

“And I understand how much Francis worries,” he added, as she guided herself into position above his head, now a bit unsteady, given that her belly hid his face from view. “About all of it.”

Sophia let out a snort. “Well, we cannot help that. The man would worry e’en on the golden streets of Heaven.”

James’s eyes had fixed on a loose thread on one of the cushions, but the conjured image made him laugh again, and turn his attention back to the task at hand. As Sophia reached down to loosen her bloomers, James stayed her hand. His thumb swept up and across the slight divot in her wrist, where her heart hammered in time with his.

“Allow me to lead now,” he murmured, which coaxed a soft laugh out of her, and caused her to relax. “I assure you, I am every inch the gentleman.”

“Country gentleman, perhaps,” she countered, but he was already palming her beautiful backside in both hands, fingers sliding beneath pale ruffles and worn cotton to tease her most secret places. When his thumb brushed fully along her little button, she squeaked, and her hand dug into his shoulder as she whispered, “Oh, god.”

He hummed in pleasure and increased his ministrations, chasing after her with his mouth and tongue, one hand blindly teasing at her belly and the other occupied between her legs.

Normally, James could draw her out at their leisure, and build such excitement to a calculated frenzy at the most opportune moments. But on this afternoon, when the air was humid with desire and her shaking thighs were pressed insistently against his face and her free hand kept tightening around his forearm, he knew she would not last. Her happy moans and sighs soon became loud and full-throated.

“Jesus Christ, James, ‘m going to – I’ll – oh!”

The last exclamation pitched as high as a gleeful scream. His fingers got slicker and his cock jumped noticeably in his trousers, but James was heedless now; he was going to make her swear the way Francis did when he was too far gone, hear all those sinful words drip from her lips and hoard them in the night like molten jewels.

“Fuck,” whispered Sophia, as James’s fingers curled forward, hitting the spot that could bring her incredible pleasure. “Fuck, James, God almighty, I – I – oh, don’t stop.”

He sucked that little button into his mouth, now, timing the delicate movement with each gentle thrust of his fingers till her hips bucked above him, and a deep gasp tore from her throat.

“Harder.”

James could hardly think through the haze in his head, but he obeyed her command. His cock pulsed in desperation against the seam of his trousers, though he could not touch it, and Sophia was panting and rutting against his mouth and –

“Watch him,” she was groaning now, voice strung out and pitchy, “ah! Watch – goddamn, oh, Francis, look how much we need it, don’t stop watching, don’t – hm – James!”

Groaning, he worked her through the second one, till she pulled away and stumbled backwards. His own need now became too much to bear, and he choked out a desperate noise as she perched across his waist. “Oh, god, Sophia. Please.”

“I would have Francis see you this way,” she whispered, caressing his slick jaw and mouth with the pad of her thumb as she ground down against him. James moaned at the thought of it, nearly going over the edge as she kept talking. “You look so beautiful, so – can you not tell how much he enjoyed it?”

Whipping his head right, James met Francis’s blown-wide gaze. The shiver tripped up his spine and lodged somewhere in his throat as he came.

sophia

It was always so dreadful when Francis was gone for more than a day or two at a time, Sophia thought as she put down her pen. Not because she and James were not well matched in their own right – they got on quite well, really – but because Francis’s absence left the poor man so forlorn. Given everything, it was difficult for him to go more than a few days without seeing Francis. He was not used to the waiting.

Between the quickening of the creature in her belly, who seemed to believe he was in some sort of regimental march upon her innards, and the plaintively despondent expression on James’s face, something had to be done.

So she caught James’s eye with a smile, hoping to entice him by catching him off guard. “I should like to sit on your face.”

He went very still, face twitching slightly, and then got to his feet. His mouth had fallen open. “Ah. Well, yes. Let’s––lead the way.”

As they got into position, she could not help musing aloud. It had been several weeks since the three of them had enjoyed any intimacies together, not least because she had been sicking up at the slightest provocation. Francis worried about her condition, too; she suspected that was why he had not initiated any of their usual games, and perhaps why he had jumped at the chance to go to London.

“I understand how much Francis worries,” James said now, as she slowly guided herself down.

Which explained why James had held back, also. Sophia just snorted. She was not fragile as all that. “The man would worry e’en on the golden streets of Heaven.”

Despite the ache in her lower back and breasts, it took no time at all for her to be swept away by e’en the slightest touch. James seemed equally affected by her ardor, and was soon caressing her the way she had so craved.

“Jesus Christ, James,” she hissed, marveling at how she had even begun to sound like Francis at times even as James’s sure mouth and fingers sent a shock through her entire body. “Oh!”

She had screamed, she was reasonably sure, but nothing else mattered save chasing the building pleasure between her legs––except for the moment she raised her head, still clutching the arm of the sofa in both hands, and saw Francis in the open doorway.

The wave that pulsed through her body threatened to topple her, and so she tightened her grip on the sofa, rasping, “Harder.”

Francis mouthed the word with her, perhaps without even knowing it; his face flushed red and his hand drifted to his trousers and Sophia wanted him to see every bit of this, go over the edge with them after so many weeks without. She was not sure if Francis had ever seen James in this particular position by day; the sight clearly affected him, though he might not admit it aloud.

Thus, she would say it. “Watch him.”

Watch us. How much we have missed you.

Francis wasted no time. His eyes went soft and unfocused as he touched himself through his trousers, sharp eyes roving over every inch of her body, her skin singing as he lingered on each feature. Below her, James was groaning and panting and using his tongue to full effect––oh!

“Goddamn,” she hissed, knowing how much the boys loved hearing her swear; Francis particularly. “Look how much we need it, Francis, don’t stop watching––don’t––James!”

Every muscle in her body contracted at once, she arched her back as the crescendo of delight swept her away. When it was over, and she had some semblance of control again, she quickly moved down James’s body. Poor man was shaking, now.

“Oh, god,” he whispered, as Sophia traced over his mouth and chin with the pad of her thumb. “Sophia.”

“I would have Francis see you like this,” she said, grinding down against him. James made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “He would delight in that––you look so beautiful––can you not tell how much he enjoys it?”

She tipped her head left, indicating James should follow her gaze; when he saw Francis leaning against his favorite chair with one hand on his cock, eager and ready, James shuddered apart beneath her, with Francis following close behind.

francis

Exiting the carriage in the heat of the spring afternoon, Francis sighed and stretched. He was always glad to leave London, but never more so than after spending several days away.

“D’you need a hand up to the door?” asked the porter, who seemed ready to jump down at a second’s notice.

Instead of taking him up on this rather practical offer, Francis bristled, and got down to one knee to pick up his overnight case, which had already been unloaded. “Not necessary, thank you.”

“Oh, all right, then,” huffed the porter, and the carriage drove off, Francis glaring after it till it was barely a speck of dust on the main road.

Glaring at his overnight case, which he had still not picked up thanks to the now-obvious ache in his lower back, Francis took a deep breath, stood to his full height very carefully, and walked the remaining quarter-mile or so up the drive, intending to fling open the door, walk into the sitting room, and demand someone younger and prettier (James) should fetch this article for him. The perfect jape. Sophia would giggle, James would grin, they would kiss him hello, and he would be able to rest and be at his leisure as soon as possible.

This plan went awry by the time he reached the front door, when a little scream echoed through the air, and all went silent.

Forgetting his intended jape, Francis tore off his coat and rushed through the house, and he did not stop until he burst into the sitting room, where – where –

“Harder,” gasped Sophia, as her febrile eyes locked to his. She was half-naked and dewy with pleasure, canting against James’s jaw in the most perfect rhythm as he sucked and licked and thrust his fingers into her – James, who was groaning and sweating and hard as iron in his expensive trousers, twitching visibly against the fabric as Sophia babbled.

“Watch,” she huffed, holding Francis’s shocked gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, her half-bare body a riot of color, blooming pink and red and peach. “Ah, goddamn! Oh, Francis, look how much we need it, need you, don’stop watching him – don’t – hm –” he could see the visible shudder pass through her body just as she pitched forward and stiffened, shrieking, “James!”

Fucking hell.

Francis forgot about the soreness in his lower back, and the earlier shock at hearing Sophia scream; he reached between his legs as if in a fever dream and stroked himself through his linens, pulling and rubbing and tugging until he felt the familiar jerk behind his navel. Almost there.

Poor James had yet to reach his end, and so Sophia carefully dismounted and made her way back down his body, till the bottom of her swollen belly brushed the tip of his straining cock.

“Oh, god, Sophia.” James squirmed and thrust up, his face contorted in ecstatic agony. “Please.”

“I would have Francis watch you next,” she whispered, cupping James’s face in one hand. “You look so beautiful – so – can you not see how much he enjoys it?”

Gasping, James’s eyes flew to Francis’s; the second he saw him, he bucked up hard, hands digging into Sophia’s bloomers as she gently rocked back and forth atop him.

Francis’s climax overtook him like a freight train. By the time he came back to himself, he was laughing, soft and raw and helpless, now slumped in a sitting position on the ground.

Meanwhile, Sophia got up, stretched, and promptly sat down again on the arm of the sofa, grinning at the two of them as if she were the proudest woman in the world.

Francis just shook his head, still laughing. “Almost let the porter bring my case up to the door.”

“Oh. Well.” James let out a breathy giggle, swiped at his face with the top of his sleeve. “He’d’ve had questions, then.”

“Yes, he bloody well would have done.” Francis fixed his trousers, got up from the floor, and winced as his back twinged anew. But he held out his arms to Sophia all the same as he crossed over, so she could kiss him. “As do I. Hello.”

Releasing Sophia, who patted his chest with a hand, then tottered off to the head with a satisfied noise, Francis went to James’s side, and raised the back of James’s hand to his mouth for a kiss. “And hello to you, too.”

“‘Lo. ‘M sleepy,” sighed James.

“You can nap better in bed,” Francis told his Second sternly. “As can you.” He turned a pretend glare on Sophia, who just smirked as she peeked back through the doorway. “Seems we all need our rest, hm?”

“Mmm hm.” Fitzjames was dozing already.

Francis prodded him with the toe of one boot. “Come on. Up you get. I didn’t spend six days in London to be left alone by a layabout.”

“Come to bed, James,” Sophia added.

Dazed and content, they retired to the bedroom.

#fitzier #fitziercroft #the terror #my fanfiction #francis crozier/sophia cracroft/james fitzjames #asked and answered #Anonymous #ask box

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aetherquint · 6 years

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Because I have no self-control (-。-;

I saw this post @sovonight did and I thought “but wait, what if it was backward”

So I did.

-I may or may not have added lore to it?

Where there is a dating sim that allows Ford to date the people that helped make the @gfdatingsim and he loved it so much Mabel decided to buy him merch as a gift even if at first she along with Dipper were worried because of their experience with Giffany. But he actually slept more often and with less nightmares so it was fine

But you can imaine yourself in this position if you want though :3c

#Gravity falls #gfdatingsim #sovonight #stanford pines #ford #ford pines over creators!#i have been sitting here for over 5 hours #my eyes burn but I dont regret it #d.g. art

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imikasuniverse-blog · 5 years

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Hot Summer Night

“Don’t you dare Sirius I’m not kidding.” you said loudly trying to protect your face placing the book you were reading in front of your face.

“So you could say you’re serious?”

“No you’re Sirius” you anwsered lowering the book you were holding so you could see the brown haired boy that was talking to you.

“Wait stop I’m confused now.” another voice exclaimed.

“Shut up James!” you both shouted at him. You turned your head to look at him, it was a mistake though since another french fry came flying straight into your face.

“Oh that’s it Black.” and in only in a matter of seconds your body went flying from your seat on Sirius’ body. You were still holding your book. It was tight in your grip, so you started pounding Sirius’ shoulder with it. He was way stronger though so he managed to escape. He got up from the floor. You sat on your bum supporting your body with your hands. Breathing heavily.

“I see you like being on top of me Y/N” he said smirking and looking down on you.

“You wish Black.” you said in the sassiest way trying to get up. Sirius pulled out his hand to help you. But you just got up by your self ignoring the kind offerning. A big smirk forming on your face.

“Guys seriously can you both keep it down my parents are gonna wake up and it’s not going to be fun for neither of us.” James exclaimed.

“Yeah you’re right Prongs, I guess I’m just going to go to sleep then.” you said quietly this time, yawning and stretching your arms. All you were wearing was a tight short sleeved t-shirt with the Led Zeppelin logo, which was a gift from Sirius of course, for your birthday in fifth year, and some shorts. Since it was summer and you two were staying at James’ place, because your parents were traveling to Sibiria for job stuff and you knew that everything was better than a summer in Sibiria.Sirius’ eyes were just glued on your chest. You noticed it obviously but you didn’t say anything. Leaving behind all the times you teased him when he made you compliments. Or when you always thought to yourself how you could never be with him. But deep down you loved it,when he ‘accidentaly’ brushed his hand with yours or how he bought you your favorite flowers for valentines day, your heart was burning when you were with him. All you wanted was to rip his clothes off and jump on him. You couldn’t do it though. You were afraid that such confessions could ruin your long long friendship.

“I think I’m going to bed too James. It’s late and I’m kinda tired.” Sirius stated while looking at you.

You got upstairs into your room. You felt so hot, even tho the window was wide open. You sighed and you curled up in your bed. You were turning from one side to another for several hours. You just could get comfortable. “Thats it” you thought. You got up from your bed and started searching for your backpack in your room. “Oh there it is” you whispered, after taking it you reached inside, finally, your hand grabbed what you really shouldn’t even have had in your possession, but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself, it just calmed you down. You put the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, opened the door as silently as you could and quickly but silently went down the stairs. You got out in the back yard which was being lit only by the night sky and the moonlight. You got out your lighter and lit a cigarette. It was so peaceful, and silent the only thing you could hear was James’ loud refrigirator. As you were about to take a third puff a voice sounded “What the actual hell are you doing Y/N?”. You recognised the voice instantly.

“Sirius, why are you awake? What are you doing here?”

“Y/N.. don’t change the subject.” he hissed angrily “Why would you do that to youreslf?” “How long have you been smoking?” He asked calmer this time with a hint of dissapoinment in his voice.

“Look Sirius.. I..I..I don’t do this often. It’s just sometimes when I get stressed I smoke a bit it calms me down. Besides, you’re not one to talk!” you said looking up at him. You just realised how close you were standing to each other.

“Juste please,please promise me you’ll try to stop. I beg you Y/N”

“Okay Sirius, only if you promise me that you will too. Let’s do this together.” you emphasised on the word together.

“Alright, I would anything for you,you know.”

“What?” you asked dropping your cigarette, this statement kind of caught you off guard.

Sirius had just realised he said that out loud. Then he realised this was it. This was the perfect moment to confess his affection to you.

“Look.. I know this may sound wierd, and this may ruin our friendship. But this has been killing me lately, I just have to finally tell you how I really feel.”

You paused. You just couldn’t move. Your whole body froze. Could it be? The boy you liked since third year likes you back? You even stopped breathing for a moment. You were looking directly into his brown eyes.

“I just feel like we were meant for each other Y/N... You make me a better person, you make me laugh, when i spend time with you it flies like crazy and you have been there.. you have always been there for me. I hope I haven’t fucked this up with thi-” something cut him off.

It was yor lips. Your lips finally colided.

You pull back.

“I knew it was right.” His eyes stay trained on yours. You both froze, then suddenly he kissed you, with hunger this time. His lips are brushing against yours as you speak,breathing synced as he shifts his lips to your neck.That was the spot you thought to yourself you absoloutley loved neck kisses. This sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes. He started placing little kisses on your soft skin, then returning up again and locking his lips with yours. You started kissing with more passion, cupping his face with one hand and playing wit his long hair with the other.You let out a wimper and at that moment you could feel him smile in the kiss.

“What?!” you exclaimed

“Nothing” he anwsered giggling.

“I see no one, even Y/N Y/L/N can’t resist the Black charms.”

“Shut up and kiss me Black.” you said quicky and locked your lips with his. He had a better taste than you imained, his lips tasted like strawberry jam. Biting his lower lip you started getting his shirt off. Understanding the gesture he started doing the same...

Believe me when i say that night was hot. But not because it was summer.

A/N: Ok so guys since I’m pretty new at this, if you would like a part 2 or a continuation or new imagines or ships whatever message me I’ll be more than happy to write them! Hope you enjoyed.

#Sirius Black #young sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #young sirius #imagine #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #marauders era #marauders imagine #sirius black smut

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