#and they were tentmates

[alwayslookingforthose]

Post patch 7 and still the two optional companions still share a tent. We love the enemies to regretfully compliant tentmates.

[inexplicablymine]

And They Were Tentmates!

Alex/Henry M 4.1K ao3

“Due to worsening weather conditions,” Charles takes a deep breath and then puts his hand on his face as if he is rubbing out the deep crease that has formed between his eyebrows, "coupled with the predictive index for the night, we are going to double up on tents.” Alex is a liar. It got worse. So much worse. He turns in horror to Henry as Henry looks up to meet Alex's eyes and grimaces. Great. Tonight is going to be one long night. Medard might be the Patron Saint of Weather but there was no saving Alex from the fact that he would have to share a tent with that posh pretentious British asshole. Or, an unseemly storm while camping means that in this treacherous tale they are tentmates! (oh my god they are tentmates!)

What if you took “one bed trope” and mixed it with camping and bad weather? You get this. One of my favorite one shots I’ve ever written, both in location and feistiness, also I think my most underrated work.

Read it here.

[papa-poutine]

Ahdhdnsjs this is the first playthrough I've been able to recruit minthara (post patch) and I didn't realize that before halsin officially joins your party if minthara is there he doesn't get a tent of his own and just stands beside her. Very magnanimous of her to let him share

[snert-hi]

posting a backlog of cute things I draw at late hours of Amata bugging her bff Hector because I am out of control

[telestoapologist]

and there was one tent 😳

[garland-on-thy-brow]

Since we know Trebonius was a horse. Do you think Antony. Do you think Antony rode him?

[aaronofithaca05]

Don´t know why, but in the first panel Odysseus looks like he looks so goofy, like he´s eyes are not well placed, but then you see they´re well aligned, kudos for the artist!

Because i don't know were else to publish this

[roachcicle]

and they were tentmates

[lilac-cat-draws]

"And they were tentmates"

I sometimes think about this scene during Cyno's second quest

[stylessbean]

Harry Styles Fic Recs: Smut

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Hello everyone! Thank you so much for 200 followers! Here is the long-awaited smut fic rec masterlist so I hope y'all enjoy 😏😏

Last Updated: 7/02/2024

Series

Personal by @shawnxstyles

Only Angel by @cupid-styles

Blacking out and breaking hearts (slowburn!) by @dont-call-me-baby-posts

teach me by @freedomfireflies

office neighbours (another slowburn) by @atlafan

baby honey by @narrycherries

One Shots

Wishing you were here tonight is like holding on by @guardarecheluna

private show by @stylesharrys

the long weekend by @gurugirl

tentmate by @purplekiwis

moans and elevator music by @pleasingforharry

manbun by @eveningepiphany

just friends that f*ck by @1800titz

don't stop by @justlemmeadoreyou

the pact by @harryslittlefreakk

intimacy by @goldengalore

rough day by @goldengalore

Y/N and Harry have been on a dry spell, but then they fuck by @jawllines

short straw by @adorebeaa

learn to knock by @eveningepiphany

bound together by @harrysonlylover

overheard by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

[abandoned-raccoon]

And they were tentmates.

[juicingbeetles]

Don't think we didnt notice your couples tent boys

Day 16 - Friend

And they were besties, they were coworkers, they were partners in crime, they were roommates, historians knew they were just SUCH good friends :3

[georgemarsingtonn]

And they were tentmates

[lil-gae-disaster]

This takes place before they get together btw! :3

Also inspiration for this was the message I put in the discord chat yesterday evening because those gay guys are eating my brain

[ @hamalicious-soup @papers-pamphlet @paradox-complex @imobsessedwiththeatre @schnitzelsemmerl @cacaobeans @doodle-bug-nightmares @almaprincess66 @potatosneevees @half-eaten-baguetteee ]

"Truly, Sir, I do not see the necessity of such services when I am well able to do such on my own." Such words were uttered with a laugh by none other than Jonathan Smith, who had the- ill?- fortune of sharing a tent with one peculiar Frederick Kenneth.

The reason for such protests was quite simple; Frederick had insisted on tying his tentmates cravat ever since he had done so once during their shared winter and Jonathans fingers had been too stiff by the cold to do such mundane task for himself. The blond man- of schottish heritage if he had guessed the accents origin right- had offered his services when he had seen the Englishman struggle.

Not only had Frederick been aiding Jonathan with his quite long hair, now he had been insisting on tying the mans cravat for months now, as it was late spring and nearing summer, he had no such necessity for such generous services. And yet, his protests were not genuine.

Such acts made the blue eyed man look at him, genuinely look at him, and Jonathan found he thrived under such given attention.

"Why, I do enjoy such tasks. They are of repetitive nature, much unlike a lot of things in life." Frederick begun to explain. "Such motions are calming, unlike life itself. I find enjoyment in them." He continued while his hands were expertedly repeating such motions, which he had yet to do on himself.

Thus, leaving part of his lightly freckled neck revealed.

Jonathan found fascination in the man before him, especially in the pattern that decorate his cheeks and nose, and now apparently also his neck, but by far lighter than the clear spots of stars on this mans handsome face.

"Much like blacksmithing, I suppose. The motion with the tools are repeated ones. And yet, they bring different results." Jonathan added as Frederick was pulling at the cravat to make it appear as orderly and proper as possible.

Frederick nodded in agreement, but did not add anything further on the topic of blacksmithing, instead opting to speak of his own profession. "You are right, but I had thought more of sewing. The motions are repeated, I cannot switch to another kind of stitch halfway through sewing two pieces of fabric together, and result in similar and yet different works." He said while he was loosening the cravat where it was too tight for Jonathan without the latter having to tell him.

This was what Jonathan appreciated about his tentmate; the slow mornings and the small acts of kindness that have proven to be just as pleasant for Frederick as they are for Jonathan. And such mundane discussions of life and their professions, as if they are two young men, yet unexperienced of life, talking greatly of how they would spend their lives doing what they enjoyed.

It was bizarre for him. Not even a decade ago, he was trapped under his father and fiancé, but now he is here, free, with a profession his family would have never approved of, and in the presence of another man doing tasks that might belong to a housewife. But Jonathan found himself opposing little to none of this arrangement.

Frederick seems to be satisfied with Jonathans cravat now and has taken to straighten his coat, his deep blue eyes never leaving the other man, his lip between his teeth in concentration. "Sir, I would like to ask of you to cease such abuse of your lips for we are provided with enough food for you to not need to eat them." Jonathan asked his tentmate in good humor and genuine concern. Said man let loose of his lip, which is already quite rough to look at, but the Englishman can tell the other mans teeth have not ceased to bite.

Frederick has finished nitpicking everything about Jonathans attire, accompanied with mutters of what he should seek to repair with his own thread and needle he took with him when he had joined, and looked Jonathan in the eyes with his intense gaze.

Oh lord how had Jonathan just wanted to reach to cradle this mans face, to hold all the intense emotions he may portray in his hands and to trace the star-filled nightsky this man was bearing on his face.

He wanted to run his fingers through this mans near golden mess of curls and hair. He wanted to tell him how much he meant to Jonathan and how much he would loathe should Frederick perish in battle or fall victim to the harsh winters.

He wished to make Frederick understand just how dearly he is regarded by many, but mostly he wished to tell Frederick how he felt, he wanted to pour his heart out while gazing into the intense and endless blue that seemed to be this mans eyes. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs just how dearly he regards Frederick, how much this mans existence has kept him afloat when should he be sinking instead.

Frederick is the embodiment of sunshine, and Jonathan is the plants that need such to survive.

Jonathan does not know for how long he was lost in the other mans eternal blue, but he gets thrown out of the daze he finds himself in by Frederick breaking the eye contact, excused with a mutter of "I should move to get ready."

Jonathan nods in agreement, but he stays put. He feels he would leave a part of himself behind in this tent should he leave without his friend. This seems to not bother Frederick, for he is too busy searching his coat and cravat.

Once he had found such- his coat had been hiding under their shared cot and his cravat had made itself a home under Fredericks pillow- he hastily put them on and made a move to leave, but Jonathan halted him.

The blond man looked at him intensely with his eyes reflecting pure confusion. Jonathan said nothing, instead he moved to straighten Fredericks cravat and coat, much like the other man did with him. Perhaps it was just an action of camaraderie between them without any other intentions.

Jonathan did not achieve such a flawless result as Frederick, but yet as he stepped back to allow the man to have his space yet again, Jonathan discovered Frederick watching him wordlessly with a slight rose tint on his cheeks, unable to be hidden by the countless freckles that adored the mans face and seemed to add individuality to the universally human reaction of flattery and care.

Jonathan smiled and it took a great amount of restraint to not let any adoration he may hold for the man show in his eyes.

It seems he should not have reason to worry, since Fredericks only reaction was a darker flush of his cheeks and a hurried exit out of the tent.

Jonathan sighed. What was this game of feelings and friendships they were playing?

The Englishman did not ponder on such further and instead opted to follow his tentmate in a hurry to greet the new day they should be thankful for getting to experience, since death seems inevitable in such times where war is looming over them all, threatening to take their life every moment they spend on the battlefield.

[lilosdraws]

“And they were tentmates” 🤭

Alysanne Blackwood and Sabitha frey being very good gal pals 👀 during the war.

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[sharenadraculea]

Primarchs at the festival (tent-edition)

The primarchs have arrived at the festival after their roadtrip and are setting up their tents (Disclaimer, I have zero experience with festivals):

Lion: He just doesn‘t have one. He would be totally fine sleeping in the mud for days. Rob drags him into his tent. It‘s acceptable. Fulgrim: His tent is just… a mansion. How did he build this? Don‘t ask. He is covered in glitter before even entering the bus. The mansion is very sparkly too. Has a huge stash of drugs with him. Perty: Rogal builds a fortress, so he build a bigger one. In the end Magnus‘ whole harem sleeps there. Very proud of himself. Jagh: He had a proper Chogorian Jurt with him. Including a primarch-sized doublebed. Then Magnus‘ fireball happend and he had to switch over to sleeping in Pertys fortress. Leman: First slept in the mud, got cold, snuck into Jaghs jurt. He was supposed to sleep on the floor. He didn‘t. His cold feet are the reason for the fireball. Also ends up in Pertys fortress. Rogal: He builds a proper fortress, with noisecancelling walls. Sleeps there alone. It‘a very nice. Konrad: Straight up refuses to leave the trunk. He sleeps there for the whole festival. Didn‘t even think about bringing his own tent. Sang: He also sleeps in Robs tent. Helps with decorating. Has a great time, brought all his artsupplies. Ferrus: Obviously he sleeps in Fukgrims Mansion. It‘s very nice, he won‘t complain. Angron: surprisingly he builds a decent tent from basically nothing. Not the greatest one around but he has slept in worse places. Really enjoys the music. Rob: Back on Macragge he was in the scouts. He obviously knows how to build a great tent. He forgot nothing, has preplanned for every possible situation. Continous to work through the whole festival. Morty: Well, he planned to sleep in his own tiny tent but Vulkan asks him if they should be tentmates. He bluescreens. Then agrees. Magnus: his tent is attrocious, so Jagh „forces“ him to sleep in his jurt. Then Leman sneaks into their bed, his cold feet annoy Magnus and he casts fireball. Perty is there to safe him. Sleeps in his fortress. Horus: He theoretically has his own tent but never sleeps there. Get‘s at least five people pregnant. Lorgar: Get‘s used as Angrons teddybear. It‘s very nice. Wonders if that‘s heresy. Vulkan: He brought a old tent he has from campingtrips back on Nocturne. It‘s a little small. He and Morty barely fit into the tent. Has a whole forge next to it. Corvus: They found a nice tree and sleep now there. Befriend some crows and ravens. Become fully nocturnal. Alpharius Omegon: They step of the bus and aren‘t seen again until they are halfway back to the palace. Where were they? No idea. Did they have a good time? Absolutly.