#just two husbands teaching each other to love the world and helping make it a little bit better

[kingdomaddiction]

I've been thinking in a Cumplane friendship idea.--

You see, everyone seems to believe SQQ and SQH can't stand each other. Quite the opposite, really. When it's only the two of them they don't feel the need to keep up the pretence. It's so easy to relax, to put the mask aside.

They aren't peak lords nor cultivators. They're just two dudes in their mid tweenties trying to survive in this forsaken world.

SY knows he might not be the kindest nor the most loving of friends, (he spent so many years alone in a cold, hospital room, he's not good at socializing) but he does care for Airplane. A lot. He will never say it out loud because it's embarrasing but that stupid author is his best friend.

So, that's why when the news of Qinghua's disappearance finally reach him (two weeks, it took two full weeks before someone decided to tell him--- )they absolutely destroys him.

He seems calm at fisrt. Not truly procesing the news. LBG makes a few comments about something Mobei told him (you fucking knew and didn't tell me, how dare you, husband?! )

Gone, SQH? No, that's dumb. He couldn't be gone. He's a peak lord, he has responsabilities, a bunch of little ones to teach. He even takes care of the north. And most importantly why would he leave Mobei? It makes no sense, not fucking sense.

SQH wouldn't leave like that. He... he wouldn't leave SY behind.

He can feel sob building up in his throat. That... stupid, idiot--HACK AUTHOR!

His crying fit is so strong and sudden that sends LBG and his whole demon staff into a panic.

"Shizun?!" He says looking for visible injuries-

"Don't touch me!" He screams and LBG looks at him with hurt.

"Husband? Have... have this disciple done something wrong?"

SQQ just turns and walks to his chambers ordering LBG not to follow him. His husband is left feeling distressed and cries for very different reasons.

Later that night they talk. SQQ feeling tired and sad finally calls for his husband to comfort him. He explains to him why he is angry at him and LBG apologizes.

"This one thought you hated Shang-shibo and that Shizun wouldn't care about his dissapereance." He says in a small, careful voice. "Mobei jun came to the palace days ago to beg for help in his search... "

"You turned him away... " SY says, sounding very tired.

"Yes. But this husband will make it right, Shizun. I will find your friend for you, promise."

SY sighs and hugs his husband, hiding his face in his chest.

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Idk 'm all over the place but the idea is that the system is glitching and took SQH and is kind of keeping him hostage? Like, in between worlds. Not the mordern universe, not PIDW.

I imagine LBG having a very hard time accepting his shizun worries and loves others and not just him (??? why??? I'm more than enough you need NO ONE else shizun). He's too possesive and would like very much just to lock his shizun away, but that would break him and he never wants to see him cry like that ever again. Even if that means he has to share his attention.

MBJ is very broken in this one fiding himself lost without SQH. they had just finally stablished their relationship so he's between angry and scared. Also his trust and loyalty to LBG has taken a blown since he refused to help him find his lover. Didn't he help LBG when everyone turned his back on him as he clinged to his dead shizun's body?

While they work together (before they can even figure out where sqh is) LBG slowly realizes he might have fucked up a bit and ??? misses Mobei ??? are they friends???!!

SY tries his fucking best to keep it together. Really, he loves Binghe but that man can be so dense.

They find where SQH is being kept. The place is like a limbo. Cold, and vast where no time passes. In order to get him back LBG, MBJ and SQQ work together to reforge Xin Mo and travel there. There's a cool fighting montage, tears, hugs and everyone is happy at the end

Yeah that's all i got so far. I'll be going back to work now--

[penkura]

OP Men as Dads Part 2

Note: I chose to do another five OP men for this one!! My brain won't shut off about these men being dads, I'm losing it omg. I hope these are good, I kind of struggled a little but just wrote whatever came to mind. Maybe I can do a part three at some point with more of them! I have a small idea for Mihawk and Franky, but that's it so far. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Sticking baby Ace for the image because I got nothing else lol.

Part One Here!

Kid is a boy dad, I’m sorry he just is. I can’t see him with a daughter really, unless she’s the youngest and was a surprise. But anyway! He’d have three boys that were all three years apart, and all are exactly like him. You really do love your sons and husband, but how you wish at least one of your boys was calm. The four of them are always roughhousing to the point you’ve had to set rules to keep from Kid accidentally hurting them, or your children from breaking things when he isn’t involved. When you have a set of twins a few years after your third son, another two boys, you’re done and just accepting your fate as a boy mom. You and Kid love all your boys though, neither of you would change anything, especially when your youngest ends up being a momma’s boy who’s finally calm and would rather spend his time with you than anyone else. Kid isn’t jealous, he swears.

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Usopp I can see with two girls! A few years between them, and they’re both the light of his life aside from you of course! Every story he tells them before bed makes them both so excited to grow up and become Pirates themselves, brave women of the sea! The oldest will want to help Usopp and Franky with inventions and fixing up the ship, while the youngest wants to be a sniper like her dad. You have no complaints about either one of those, more than grateful they both want to take after Usopp and following in his footsteps. Your girls absolutely love their dad, you get a little jealous sometimes, but getting to watch the three of them bond is your favorite thing in the world. It might make him a little emotional, especially after not having Yasopp around as he grew up.

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Shanks, I’m sure a lot are wondering about, would be such a great dad, we’ve seen him with Luffy and Uta, there’s no way he’d let down his biological kids imo. I see him with a son first, one with his hair that’s even more wild, and then twin girls! They’d all be about four years apart in age, but they’d run him ragged day in and day out. He'd teach your son how to wield a sword and help him develop his Haki, while your daughters will learn more hand to hand combat, though your youngest will join the sword lessons when she’s ready. When they’re little, he lets your girls put pins and braids in his hair, while telling all three of them stories about his time on the sea. The rest of the crew adores your children, Shanks knew they’d all be great uncles to your little ones.

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SHACHI WOULD SUCH A GOOD DAD OMG. You think I’m pushing Penguin propaganda, I’m here for Shachi now too. He’ll have two boys within two years of each other, yes the second is a surprise but so beyond welcomed, and then several years later a little girl that has all three of them wrapped around her finger! Your daughter would have his red hair, she’d just be the prettiest little thing, with chubby cheeks and her hair pulled back into two little ponytails. Your sons would have a mix between your hair and Shachi’s, both taking more after their dad in personality than anything. Of course, Shachi will teach all three of them to defend themselves, but especially your daughter since she’s the baby and he just wants her to be safe, even with her big brothers as her guardians.

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Rosinante, Corazon, however we wish to call him, he would be the best dad out of this group, I’m sure of it. Apart from taking in Law, he’d have two of his own children, a girl first and then a boy a couple years later. Law would act as a big brother to the two, it’d be the cutest thing ever. While your daughter would be outgoing and ready to take on the world, your son would much shier and would rather hide himself behind you or Corazon, normally his dad though. Corazon would NOT let Doflamingo around them; he’d probably keep the three of you a secret, maybe even his adoption of Law too, just to keep you all safe. He’s lost family before, he doesn’t want it to happen again, even if that means picking up and moving you all where his brother can’t find you. Apart from that, Corazon would make sure all of you had everything you needed, and your son would hold onto him through everything.  Your daughter would attach more to Law, but that’s perfectly fine, he’s accepted her as his new little sister and wants to protect her, he wants to protect your son too where he can. Your daughter would also want to keep her baby brother safe, not one of you would let a thing happen to a hair on his head. Corazon finally has a family again, a family of his own, he’s not letting anything happen to any of you anytime soon.

[lady-iskra]

Are Katara stans more likely to become Zutara?

To be fair: I also saw Kataangers, other- or non-shippers who care at least a little about Katara and did complain about the nerfing of her character. But still…maybe it is because of the communities I visit, but it appears to me that most Katara stans are more likely to become Zutara.

The reason I prefer this ship is that I’ve become a Katara stan first. I love every side of her, the loud one precisely, when she stands up for her ideals. And, as for Zutara: There is a deep understanding of each other’s needs along with mutual respect and a special bond those two share with no one else in the Gaang. They are equals—Zuko respects, accepts and loves Katara as a whole, and the same goes the other way around (canon-platonically or headcanon/ship-baiting-romantically doesn’t matter).

So, here’s what I don’t understand: if someone ships, I would assume they care about both characters and how they fit with each other. Yet, I’ve seen many Kataangers care only about Aang: What Aang wants. What his intensions are. That he is just flawed when he kisses Katara without consent…never how Katara feels about his actions, never how she is presented at the end of the OG, in the comics and in Korra.

Regarding The Southern Raiders in this case: I truly believe that Aang just wants to help, as many Kataangers argue in defense of his behavior. The teachings of the monks helped him during his dark times, plus, he is just a kid. He panicked, bc he thought Katara would follow the same dark path, and didn’t know how to express his worries. However, this is also my point against Kataang: He is just a kid. He still has so much to learn before even thinking about a serious relationship; especially with Katara whom he still sees through rose-tinted glasses—including that forgiveness to receive closure is not the right path for everyone.

If you mention this to some Kataangers, even very carefully, they immediately become defensive, saying that it’s just about making Zutara look better and demonizing Aang. And don’t get me started on the kiss by the end. 🙄 I’ve never read anything from them beyond “Katara is clearly happy.” But what makes you think she is happy? No explanation. People who agree with me, showing that they care about Katara, are mostly Zutara- or non-shippers.

Me, on the other hand: I can easily say that Katara has every right to hold a grudge against Zuko after The Crossroads of Destiny, bc he wronged her the most. Totally understandable that he had to go the extra mile with her to receive her forgiveness. I won’t sugar coat his actions to make him or Zutara look better, so much for their complaints—that isn’t necessary anyway. The difference: Zuko stood up for his mistakes, helps Katara to find her closure without asking for forgiveness, even if that is what he hopes. Let’s not forget how she opens up to him, even during this process; more than she did to anyone else.

Aang’s mistakes weren’t that huge, and it would take a scene of maybe a minute or two to truly show the regret of his actions towards Katara.

I believe that if you care about a character like Katara with such huge beliefs and intensions to create a better world, you wouldn’t be okay with reducing her to nothing more than an attachment whose world revolves around her boyfriend/husband—or her sweetie *ugh*. Yet, some Aang-stans seem not to care about this side of Katara and really consider her happy when her life is nothing more than pampering her partner.

[bones4thecats]

Diasomnia with their Fae! Knight! S/O

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, and Sebek Zigvolt Name: Diasomnia with their Fae! Knight! S/O Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: I'm sorry that this took a while to post, I just finished with a larger thing with my family, so. But, anyways, I do hope you all enjoy this, and look out, on Sunday, January 7th, 2024, requests will open for an hour. I'll put out an announcement when it happens! Enjoy, my lil bubbles🫧

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🐉 Okay, the entirety of Diasomnia is shocked

🐉 You were the personal guard of Malleus', being sent everywhere he went, and because of this situation pushed upon you both, conversations were the only thing keeping the atmosphere from fogging up with awkwardness

🐉 Malleus asked you about your home life, so hearing how you descended from a army-covered family of faes, he just smiled and chuckled as you told stories on how strong, yet dumb they were

🐉 He loves to watch you spar with Silver and Sebek, trying to help Lilia teach them, though, since you weren't used to being delicate when fighting, you nearly always ended up on the ground apologizing as you tried healing a small bruise of cut you gave them

🐉 Both you and Malleus have an understanding because of your roles, do not let your feelings overwhelm your jobs, since that could result in people using you against each other, seeing weakness

🐉 You definitely have had to deal with Leona, so while he tried threatening Malleus one day, you grabbed your sword and held it to his throat, making him stiffen and the rest of the group freeze with awkward facial expressions

🐉 You may be rough around the edges, but Malleus likes that about you, and if someone tried harming you, he'd have their heads, and you'd do the same for him, no doubt

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🦇 He and you served together during the Human vs Fae war long ago

🦇 You were one of the higher-ranked army members during battle, and you two were known as the 'Blood-Bathers', but, despite how the humans you slayed viewed you both, you cared for one another with a ton of passion

🦇 When Lilia found Malleus' egg, you helped him raise the future-ruler, from helping him control his magic, to helping him gain information on fighting and the outside world, you were there just as much as Lilia was

🦇 Lilia also watched as you laughed when Malleus burned his bangs, just staring at you with a face frozen in betrayal and shock before tackling you and messing up your hair as Malleus laughed

🦇 You may be a knight, but you had just as much of a sense of humor as your husband, from dad-jokes to puns, you both slayed people with them

🦇 Your husband loves to watch you get along with Silver, treating him like your own despite you both knowing he wasn't, and watching you train with him made Lilia feel like his whole life and the reason he survived everything from his past was just to be here, watching you and his family grow

🦇 Lilia also loves to spar with you himself, and watching the three boy's faces all erupt with sparkles and admiration to the two of you, watching as you battled, it was like you were in a dance, flowing together like the soulmates you were

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⚔️ Silver met you because of your chosen occupations, being a knight

⚔️ He loves to train with you, watching you hold your sword in your hands was amazing to him, and seeing how you flowed with the weapon like you were one was amazing to him

⚔️ This guy absolutely refuses to give up on your relationship, despite knowing you were going to outlive him, since he was a human with a limited lifespan, while you were a fae with a limitless one

⚔️ Many see you guys as the sleepy soulmates, as after doing literally anything, you guys would rest underneath a tree with animals surrounding you

⚔️ You are a very good fighter, one that even puts Lilia in the need for effort when sparring, and your boyfriend loves seeing how his adoptive father smiles and pats your head with such care when your able to knock him off his feet

⚔️ Silver will try staying up and watch you help train new first years with their magic, but, unsurprisingly, he falls asleep, prompting you to carry him like a princess back to your dorm-rooms

⚔️ Being a knight, you wake up early, and since your lovely boyfriend here has many sleeping issues, he pins you down and makes you sleep longer than normal

⚔️ Malleus, Lilia, and Sebek all love watching Silver hug you from behind and rest while you glare at those who call him pathetic and a disgrace to the dorm for being human, you really were meant for him, huh?

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⚡ Sebek was nervous when he first met you

⚡ You were a very well-respected knight within Briar Valley's army, so, being a trainee and you being quite popular among your peers, it made him feel lesser, and he hates that

⚡ He watched as you stood beside Malleus, sending threatening glares to others who dared try harming him, verbally or physically

⚡ Unlike Sebek, you did not express your emotions as passionately, and, funnily enough, that was what got you interested in him, as not many of your fellow knights knew how to express themselves very well

⚡ He gets flustered every time you pinned him down, as you smirked and would tease him with your fangs showing

⚡ You teased others like Lilia, but, you only showed your real emotions to those you cared for, and for Sebek, you showed everything you felt to him

⚡ For some reason, every time he watches you grit your teeth with your fangs showing, he feels ashamed of himself, since he was a half-human, half-fae, while you were a pureblood

⚡ Due to this, you comfort him when he feels weaker than others. He may be a half-blood, but, as you tell him

" I love you for you, not for your percentage of fae-blood. You are an amazing being, loud, but amazing... and I love you for that, Sebek. "

[lvrrgirlll]

Tolerate It (series)

Synopsis: Life as Patrick Zweig’s controversially young girlfriend should have been a dream, but it was anything but. He was a broken man. You were a girl who knew all too well. Who’s to say whether you’ve got it wrong now…

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Paring: Patrick Zweig x reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, oral sex fem!receiving, p in v, bit of possessiveness, implied that reader is female, age gap relationship, angst, references to cheating, mentions of sending nudes

Notes: Thank you all so much for the love on the last part!!! Trust I have a vision for this story long term, I promise…we just gotta let it cook! As always, enjoy! :)

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Part 2: Bloom and Grow

2019:

Since the whirlwind night you spent with Patrick, the two of you had become somewhat inseparable. He spent the rest of his time in New Rochelle staying in your apartment when he wasn’t playing. He broke it off with all the others he had been seeing casually at your request to try to see where this went. He wasn’t opposed. He didn’t have many better options anyways.

He continued with tour for a bit, still broke, but with some support now from you. It helped that you liked to spoil him. Not that you were in much of a place to, but you didn’t mind helping him out financially here and there. You understood it was hard on tour and he needed to make ends meet in between matches. He felt like such a failure, though. A washed up, 32-year-old tennis player dating an 18-year-old college student…a 32-year-old man paying for shit with money from his 18-year-old girlfriend. He was grateful for you; so sweet and good to him, but it didn’t change the fact that he was embarrassed.

“Class earlier was stupid, I mean, a lot of it is just a waste of my time really. They’re teaching me shit I already know…” you complained to Patrick on the phone. He murmured half-hearted ‘damn’s and ‘sorry’s in response, but you could hear his exhaustion through the phone. “Pat, you okay? You sound tired…we can talk later if you want.”

“No, no. Don’t worry, baby. Just had some bad matches today, that’s all. Doesn’t usually happen to me…” he chuckled sarcastically “you could say my ego’s a little bruised.” A frown crossed your face, but, of course, he couldn’t see your expression through the phone.

“I’m sorry about that…you work so hard. I’m sure tomorrow’ll be better,” you attempted to reassure him, hoping it’d at least make him feel like someone was in his corner. “Did I mention I’m out of school next week. It’s our fall break. I could come visit you on tour?” He was quiet for a moment before replying.

“You didn’t mention that actually���that’d be nice. I won’t be far, actually. The match is in the city…I could stay with you and commute?” He seemed to perk up at the idea of seeing each other in person again. After all, phone sex could only go so far.

“I’d love that,” you replied simply. It’d be nice to be with him again. You’d been missing him more than you’d let on.

Your relationship was an interesting one. The dynamic was odd. He clearly held more authority, being 32 after all, but you were the one with a more stable lifestyle. He also didn’t have anyone to tell about your relationship, nor did he really see a need to. On the flip side, you were so excited about dating such a man, but you didn’t want to tell anyone for fear of judgment at the age difference between the two of you and for fear that, him being a very minorly famous tennis player, you could garner him some sort of bad reputation he didn’t want. Of course, Patrick knew better, crucially aware of the fact that his fame in the tennis world had long faded. But he found it cute how you saw so much in him. Maybe he could do with seeing more of that in himself.

2029:

“Mrs. Zweig! A comment please, how do you feel about your husband’s retirement after such a long career?”

Cameras flashed between a somewhat uncomfortable silence as you thought over your answer, considering the conversation you and Patrick had had about this interview hours before.

“I’m very proud of him. He’s been playing a long time and has gotten to a point of success that we both feel accomplished in. I think now it’s time to focus more on living life and being normal people.” You spoke in reply. It was a bit off the cuff, but was close enough to what you had rehearsed.

“Mr. Zweig! You made your way back to a grand slam just a few months ago, how can you justify retiring when you’re on such a career high?”

A certain look flashed across Patrick’s eyes. None of them would catch it, but you did. ‘He doesn’t really want to retire,’ you thought.

“It’s uh- well…to be honest, I’m getting old,” he chuckled a bit, trying to seem informal “and I’d like to be able to spend more time on my family.” All the words were there, but his heart wasn’t exactly in it. He was a tennis player, after all, not an actor.

You knew he didn’t want any of this. Was doing it because it was this or your marriage would fall apart. And he couldn’t take that after everything you’d both been through.

2019:

Months had passed, and you and Patrick were surprisingly still going strong. He didn’t call as often, and neither did you, busy with finals, but you texted enough and you knew he missed you. He told you so. It was your two’s recent fixation…he’d say he missed you, you’d ask how much, he’d say “so much” with a frowny emoji, and then you’d send him a picture of your tits. He also tended to reply about 10 minutes after that with a brief “thanks.”

When he did call, it was a lot of the same. Tons of ‘I miss you’s and ‘wish I were there’s, which you found sweet. Maybe you were a bit foolish, but you were 18 after all.

He visited in December to celebrate the holidays before you went home for your real break. The visit was nice. In not seeing him for some time, you realized just how much you had missed him too.

“I’ll have to start asking you for pictures…” you mentioned half jokingly to him.

“Yeah baby? You miss me that much?” He asked cockily, looking at you with a shit eating grin. You both made out for a bit, pulling away occasionally to talk more about your respective lives or remark how much you’ve been longing to be together again, when suddenly Patrick’s phone buzzed.

It didn’t concern you, really. Phone’s buzz all the time. It was his reaction when he glanced at it that concerned you. It buzzed again…and again…and again. The fact that he wasn’t checking it after the first glance had you more worked up.

“Are you gonna check on that…?” You asked, worry seeping through your voice.

“It’s nothing- just my coach. Don’t worry.” He answered smoothly, running his fingers through your hair. This excuse, however, was more concerning than anything. You knew he didn’t have a coach…he couldn’t afford one. He must’ve let the fact that you knew that slip his mind in his time away.

You chose to ignore it and pretend to believe him, smiling then and kissing him again. “Missed this so much…” he whispered in between kisses. His hands found themselves tugging at the hem of your shirt as he broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with that same darkness you saw that first night. You nodded, a silent agreement, at which he pulled your shirt above your head, marveling at you. You reach back to take off your bra, smiling up at him, half because you genuinely had missed this, and half so as not to let on that you were extremely skeptical of what those messages were. “Missed these too,” he remarks as you are finally fully topless now.

He takes off his clothes in record time, reminded of how irresistible you were, and in need of release now. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy to see such desperation from him. It sort of quelled your racing mind. You reminded yourself that at the end of the day, he was yours, and you were his. You were broken out of your thoughts at the feeling of his lips trailing down your neck. “I need you baby…” he mumbled against your soft skin. ‘That’s good to know,’ you thought to yourself. You let out a sigh, more at your own worries than his words, but you couldn’t deny you were enjoying this regardless. The two of you make your way to your bed, where you first found yourselves months ago, and waste no time.

He trails kisses down your neck to your chest, down your stomach, and finally to your thighs. He looks up at you like a man starved, eyebrows furrowing as he silently begs permission to touch you. He knew he didn’t need to…but that was just how he was. You thought it was gentlemanly; yet another reason you were probably overthinking the messages. You nodded yet again, not in the mood for words for a number of reasons, and he was eager to oblige. Bunching your skirt around your waist, not even bothering to take it off, he pulls your panties to the side, observing your dripping cunt. “She’s so wet for me…you did miss me, huh?” It felt more like he was talking to your pussy than you…but you didn’t mind. He runs a finger through your folds, teasing your needy hole. He leans in, placing gentle kisses around your thighs, but not where you need him most.

“Patrick, please…” you practically moaned, looking down at him hopelessly. You weren’t exactly sure if you were asking him to touch you or to stick by you, but it didn’t matter in the moment. You just knew you needed him. In every sense of it. He looked up at you with a devilish smirk before diving in, his nose brushing against your sensitive clit as his tongue lapped at you. You moaned at the sudden surge of pleasure you felt. This was what you needed. He slurped away, eventually adding one, then another one of his fingers to help finish the job. You felt your high coming quickly, and suddenly something came over you. You weren’t usually like this, but your thoughts had taken over, bleeding into the pleasure you felt. “Pat…,” you asked in between breathless moans.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in response, looking at up you while tonguing your clit. The buzz of his hum was hard to ignore, but you somehow kept your focus.

“I’m yours, right?” You looked at him again with a hopeless expression painted across your features.

“Mhmm,” he hummed again, smirking into your pussy.

You gasped, then replied through your moans. “S- say -fuck- say you’re mine. P- please.” He looked up at you, stopping his work suddenly. His eyes were lidded, as if he was drunk off of you. He offered you a lazy smile, then crawled up from your thighs to prop himself up directly on top of you.

“Baby,” he cooed tenderly, leaning down as if doing a push up to kiss you sweetly, “of course I’m yours. I’m all yours, doll.” He kissed you again, the stubble of his beard scratching you a bit, but in the best way. From this new position, he lined himself up at your entrance, looking down at you. “Y’ready for me?”

“I’m all yours, Patrick…” you whispered in response. That was enough for him, then slamming his hips into you at a rigorous pace. Pleasure like this was a lot to handle, you weren’t used to him, since he’d been gone so long, but this was exactly what you had been craving. His gaze didn’t waver from you, as he thrust in and out, maintaining eye contact as you fell apart beneath him, reaching your high as that invisible coil in your stomach snapped. “Oh- fuck, I’m yours Patrick…all yours- fuck.”

His release came not long after yours, pulling out and pumping himself onto your stomach with a smooth grin gracing his face. He collapsed beside you for a moment, catching his breath before getting up to go get a washcloth. “Here you go baby, lemme clean you up,” he murmured, wiping the warm, damp washcloth across your stomach and thighs. “I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick…wanna join?” He smirked at you, eyes hopeful, but you shook your head. You were tired anyways. And an unknown answer to a question was still lingering in your mind…

“All right beautiful, I’ll be out soon,” he said, kissing your forehead before heading to the bathroom.

You waited ti you heard the water running to reach over to the nightstand, checking his phone. You weren’t surprised, unfortunately, but from what you discovered, you were very hurt.

“Miss you all the way from Savannah. When are you coming back to me babe?”

There were pictures underneath that message, but you couldn’t bear to look. To think that after all of that, he could’ve been seeing who knows how many people on tour…it broke you a bit. You wanted to scream or cry or throw something, but you didn’t. Hearing the water turn off, you knew Patrick would be out any minute. He always took such quick showers. You closed his phone quickly, putting it back on the bedside table and rolling over as if nothing had happened. You intended to continue to act that way as long as you could…so he was sleeping around on tour…maybe you had just gotten it wrong? Maybe you weren’t as exclusive as you had thought?

[d-targaryenshoe]

Blooming Love - Anthony Bridgerton

Word count: 1610

Summary: Having a picknick in a garden, together with your children, truly is a treat, is it not?

As the sun slowly crept across the sky, casting its warm, golden light upon the emerald green grass, Anthony and you, laid out a cozy picnic blanket in the Bridgerton's family garden. 

Your two daughters, Edith and Florence, giggled as they chased each other through the lush foliage, their delicate dresses billowing behind them like the sails of a ship. 

Little Gerald, meanwhile, sat contentedly in front of his father, absorbed in a game of peekaboo. 

The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses as if nature itself was conspiring to create a perfect, idyllic scene.

Your hands were full with a basket of freshly baked treats, and you paused for a moment to admire the view.

 "Anthony," you said, your voice tinged with wonder, "isn't it simply marvelous?"

 You glanced over at your husband, his strong, handsome features etched with a look of contentment that seemed to radiate from within. 

You couldn't help but feel a surge of love and gratitude for him, for your children, for this life you had built together.

Anthony smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. 

"Yes, my dear," he said, taking your hand in his. "It is indeed marvelous. And it's all the more so because we're sharing it with those we love most."

 He leaned in to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away.

 The tenderness of the gesture was not lost on either of you. 

You knew that soon enough, your lives would change irrevocably with the arrival of your newest child. 

But for now, you were basking in the quiet, peaceful joy of this perfect moment.

As if on cue, little Edith skipped over, her brown curls bouncing, her blue eyes shining with excitement. 

"Papa, Mama, look what I found!" she exclaimed, holding up a particularly beautiful flower.

 Anthony and you exchanged amused glances before thanking her and admiring the flower. 

"That's a lovely bloom, Edith," Anthony said, his voice full of pride. 

"Why don't you put it in your hair?" You suggested, helping your daughter pin the flower behind her ear.

You placed the basket down on the blanket as you tried your best to sit down on the blanket with the round bump in the way, but Anthony held out his hand and helped you settle down gently. 

"There you go, dearest," he said with a warm smile. "You're going to make quite a beautiful picture sitting there like that."

 He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness, knowing that soon enough, your lives would change forever. 

But for now, you could just enjoy this moment, this time together as a family.

As Edith ran back to her game with her sister, Gerald started crawling towards the picnic basket, his curiosity getting the better of him.

 "Oh, let me get that for you, young man," Anthony said, scooping up his son and setting him down next to him. "You're just a bit too small to reach it quite yet."

 Gerald giggled, his tiny hands flailing in the air as if to prove his point, and Anthony couldn't help but laugh.

The sun continued to climb higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the lawn, but you all didn't seem to mind. 

You were content, for now, just to be together, to soak up the last moments of this idyllic, peaceful life before your world was turned upside down.

 And as you sat there, surrounded by the beauty of the garden and the love that bound you together, Anthony couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for everything you had.

You broke the silence, your voice barely above a whisper.

 "Do you ever wonder what kind of life they'll have, Anthony?" you asked, gesturing toward your daughters. "What kind of world will they grow up in?"

 He looked at you, his expression thoughtful. 

"I don't know," he admitted. "But I do know that we'll give them love, and we'll give them strength. And we'll teach them to always be true to themselves." 

You smiled at him, a tear trickling down your cheek.

Your conversation was interrupted by a sudden burst of laughter from your daughters. Edith and Florence had found a game of tag and were chasing each other around the garden, their giggles filling the air.

 Anthony's heart swelled with love for them, for the joy they brought to his life, and for the promise of the future they represented. 

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of young women they would grow up to be.

As if sensing his thoughts, you reached out and took his hand in yours.

 "They'll be fine, Anthony," you said, your voice steady and reassuring. "Everything shall be fine."

Gerald, meanwhile, had managed to crawl his way over to the picnic basket and was now sitting up, his tiny hands reaching for a cookie that he had spotted.

 "Careful there," Anthony said, gently pushing Gerald's hands away from the cookie. "We haven't had lunch yet. We should wait until Mama says it's time to eat." Gerald pouted, but reluctantly let his hands drop to the blanket.

Time seemed to slow down as you sat there, watching your children play. 

The warmth of the sun, the smell of the flowers, and the sound of laughter all blended to create a perfect moment that you knew you would cherish forever. 

But Anthony knew that this idyllic scene would soon change. 

He was about to become a father again, and with that came new responsibilities, new challenges, and a new sense of vulnerability.

"Do you ever think about the past, Anthony?" you asked, your voice barely audible over the sound of your children's giggles.

He turned to look at you, surprised by the question. "Of course I do," he replied. "But the past is gone. We must focus on the present and prepare for the future."

You nodded, your expression thoughtful. "Yes, you're right. But I mean, do you not ever have a single thought about what would have been different if we didn't wed one another?"

Anthony considered your question for a moment. It was true that you could have ended up in vastly different places if you hadn't met and fallen in love. 

Perhaps he would have married someone else, or you would have found someone else who could give you the life you deserved. 

The possibilities were endless. But as he looked at your happy family now, he knew without a doubt that he wouldn't change a thing.

"I suppose I do think about it sometimes," he finally said, "but only because it helps me appreciate what we have now. We could have easily been apart, and yet here we are, stronger than ever. Whatever it was, I'm grateful for it."

"No, no, I am grateful for you, for your family, all the lot."

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

 You turned to see Violet Bridgerton making her way toward you, a smile on her face.

"Oh my-, Violet," you said, rising to your feet. "What a lovely surprise."

"It surely is" Violet replied, hugging you. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to see my favorite little ones." 

Violet leaned over to plant a kiss on each of your daughters' heads, eliciting giggles from both Edith and Florence.

Anthony smiled at his mother. "And how are you feeling, Mama? How has life changed with Eloise getting married?"

Violet considered the question, her eyes drifting toward the garden. 

"Well, it's certainly different, Anthony. I never thought I'd see the day Eloise would be wed. But, she's grown into herself so beautifully, and she and Philip are so very much in love. It's hard not to feel happy for them."

She paused, her gaze returning to the two youngest girls, who were now running around the blanket, their laughter filling the air.

 "Of course, I do miss having her around as much. She was always such a bright light, even when she was at her most mischievous. But children grow up, and they move on to their own lives."

You reached over and took Violet's hand in yours. "You know we'll always be here for you. And you must remember that Eloise will always be your daughter, no matter where she is or what she does."

Anthony nodded in agreement. "And who knows? Perhaps one day we'll have grandchildren running around the manor."

Violet smiled at the thought, her eyes shining with happiness. "Oh, I hope so," she said wistfully. "It's such a wonderful thing, watching your children grow up and start their own families."

You sat together in silence for a moment, lost in your thoughts until the sound of the children's giggles grew fainter. 

Realizing that they were getting hungry, Violet spoke up, offering her hand to her grandchildren. "Shall we go inside for some tea?"

Gerald accepted her hand. "That sounds lovely, doesn't it?" she replied. "I'm sure you all would love some freshly baked scones."

You watched the kids go inside the house with Violet and you let out a content sigh, leaning back on your hands.

"It's amazing how much they've grown, isn't it?" you said, looking at your husband. 

Anthony nodded in agreement, his gaze following your daughters as they disappeared into the house. "They are the lights of our lives."

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the sounds of laughter and clinking teacups drifted out from the house, reminding you of the life you had built together.

 It was a life that had started so uncertain, with so many obstacles in your way, but you had managed to overcome them all. 

[thesummerestsolstice]

Silm AU Concept that Won't Leave me Alone:

Earendil falls ill, not long after his marriage. None of the healers in Sirion– human or elven– can explain why. Maybe it's because Idril and Tuor left for Valinor recently, and no one really thinks they'll make it there alive. Maybe it's the plague that's been sweeping through war-torn Beleriand. Maybe his body is just giving up on him– it's not unheard of for half-elves to die that way.

And it's becoming clear that Earendil is dying. Nothing they do helps. Some of Elwing's advisors try to keep her away from his bedside– half out of fear his illness is contagious and half because she spends all her time there, refusing to eat or rest. They're trying to protect her from the horrible truth. It isn't working.

Elwing knows of two great sources of magic. One is her own– inherited from Melian, running far stronger in her blood than any had expected, far stronger than it had in her father. Strong enough that she's spent most of her life learning to hide it. Flowers bloom under her feet, birds flock to her side. Elwing is powerful, but she's young; untrained. She tries to help Earendil. She fails.

And then there is the Silmaril. The Silmaril's power is not like hers. It does not make things grow, or bring the birds and gentle beasts of the world to their doorstep. But it drives away the orcs, keeps the wolves at bay, cuts through the darkness, burns away evil. It is a much more violent kind of purification.

And Elwing thinks, is it not evil coursing through my husband's veins, choking his lungs, threatening to tear him away from me?

She takes the Silmaril and pries it open with a dagger, pouring it's divine light into the abalone-shell cup that Idril had given her before she sailed away. She gives it to Earendil, comforts him, climbs into bed beside him. They hold each other, whisper their marriage vows again in the darkness. When Elwing drifts into sleep, she doesn't know if he'll still be there when she wakes up.

And then Earendil wakes up with clear, bright eyes. It works. It works very well. It works so well that Elwing has to teach Earendil how to hide the new light in his eyes and the shimmer under his skin.

Elwing keeps the Silmaril hidden away after that. Some whisper that she's become obsessed with it, just as her father had. In truth, she's just trying to hide the fact that the gem has no light left. Somehow, she doubts her advisors would approve of her decision.

But she doesn't care, and neither does Earendil. They are happy, and in love. Not long after Earendil's recovery– a recovery most think was a miracle sent by the Valar– they have children. Two very strange children with sharp teeth and bright eyes who they love very much.

It looks like everything will work out for Elwing's little family, right until the day the first letter from Maedhros Feanorian arrives.

[lev1hei1chou]

A Future With You

Nanami x reader Genre: Fluff. Full of love. Words: 1.7k Synopsis: Nanami builds a future Part 1 Masterlist

It had been a whirlwind of emotions ever since the Shibuya incident. The decision to leave it all behind in Japan and move to Malaysia was definitely not an easy one, but navigating through it all was much better with Nanami. Him and you found comfort in each other's company, growing closer and with every single day that passed by. The past of Tokyo were behind you, and the two of you decided to start anew in the peaceful beauty of Malaysia.

The vibrant landscapes provided the perfect backdrop for your budding romance. After a year and a few months of healing and building a life together slowly, the day finally arrived when Nanami suggested a special trip to a secluded beach.

Little did you know that it would turn into a day you would remember forever.

As the golden sun dipped below the horizon, casting pretty hues of orange across the sky, Nanami took your hand gently and led you to a quiet spot on the beach. The melodious sound of waves and the warm breeze worked together to create a magical atmosphere.

"Love, this place is beautiful," you remarked, gazing at the picturesque scenery.

He smiled warmly, his eyes brimming with affection for you. "Just like you."

Your cheeks flushed as he pulled you into an embrace. The warm sand beneath your feet and the air complimented what Nanami had planned. With a soft expression, he knelt down, taking out a small velvet box from his pocket.

"Y/N, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" Nanami asked, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, unable to find words. Nanami took your hand in his and gently slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your love.

A few weeks later, the two of you decided to make it official. In a quaint Malaysian village, surrounded by greenery, you exchanged vows in an intimate ceremony. With only your neighbours and the friends you made in Malaysia as the audience, it was a celebration of love and a promise to a future together.

As you walked hand in hand through a cute little park after the ceremony, Nanami couldn't help but steal glances at you. The love in his eyes spoke volumes, and you couldn't be happier.

"I'm glad we chose Malaysia," Nanami whispered, his voice full of gratitude.

"Me too," you replied, leaning onto his broad shoulders. "Our love has reached a whole new level here."

And that was the onset of a whole new chapter in your lives, which you were ready to cherish.

*************

Your husband had always been a pillar of strength, someone you can always rely on no matter what. After the Shibuya incident, you were able to teach him that even if he was strong, he always had you to rely on.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, it casted a warm glow over the blues of the Andaman Sea. You found yourselves on a secluded beach again, and this reminded you of the day he asked you to be his. The rhythmic sound of the waves evoked beautiful memories as you held Nanami's hand.

"Love," you said, your voice carrying a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This would be the perfect time to break the news. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

He turned to face you, his eyes as calm and steady as always. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, a smile playing on your lips. "I went to the doctor today morning, and, well, it turns out we're going to be having a little one joining our lives soon."

Nanami's expression softened immediately, and a warmth flooded his eyes. For a moment, he simply looked at you in silence, processing the news. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

"That's great," he whispered, tearing up. His voice was filled with a rare tenderness. "We're going to be parents."

The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. The sound of the waves harmonized with the beating of your hearts. The whole atmosphere was laced with joy.

As the moon began to rise, casting a glow over the landscape, Nanami gently cupped your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Our journey is taking a new turn," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. "And I genuinely wouldn't want to navigate it with anyone else but you."

Together, you were ready to face the next chapter of your lives. It would certainly not be easy but you didn't mind.

In the weeks that followed, Nanami became even more attentive, his protective instincts kicking in. He made sure you were comfortable and took care of every detail, from prenatal vitamins to midnight cravings. Your anticipation grew day by day.

And as the days turned into months, Nanami's stoic exterior melted away more and more, revealing the depth of his affection for both you and the precious life growing inside you.

*************

the gentle breeze rustled the palm leaves as you and Nanami strolled through a local market in Kuala Lumpur. The vibrant colors of exotic fruits and the fragrant aroma of the spices in the area surrounded you. As you walked hand in hand, Nanami's gaze shifted to you, his eyes softening with a mixture of adoration and protectiveness.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Just a bit tired, but I'm okay."

Nanami's calm expression cracked into a small grin. "You should rest more. We can take a break and try some local snacks."

You agreed, finding a shaded spot to sit. Nanami carefully inspected the snacks before offering you a few choices. As you enjoyed the delicious flavors, his eyes never strayed far from you, his hand resting protectively on your growing bump.

Days turned into weeks, and as your pregnancy progressed, Nanami only became even more attentive. He made a habit of cooking nutritious meals for you, meticulously researching the best ingredients for the baby's development. The scent of all the ingredients mingled with the warmth of his love in the kitchen.

Late one evening, as the sun painted pretty shades of orange and pink, you found Nanami reading a baby care book. His brow furrowed in concentration, he looked up as you entered the room.

"Did you know the baby can hear us now?" he mused, placing a hand on your belly. "We should talk to them."

And so, the two of you spent quiet evenings, sharing your thoughts and dreams with the little one. Nanami's deep voice became a lullaby, soothing both you and the baby you were carrying.

As the days turned warmer, you decided to spend a weekend at Langkawi, an idyllic island off the coast of Malaysia. As you strolled on yet another beach, he held a shell to your ear, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Listen, it's like the heartbeat of the ocean," he said, his gaze softening as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The journey of parenthood was a rollercoaster that you loved. IT brought about countless little moments – the first fluttering kicks that Nanami could feel, the late-night cravings for unique and questionable dishes, and the shared excitement of picking out baby clothes at the stores.

In the quiet moments, when the world felt still, Nanami would place his hand on your belly, feeling the movements of the baby. His eyes would meet yours, filled with an undeniable warmth and love, as if every beat of their tiny heart strengthened the bond that held the three of you together in this journey of a lifetime.

*************

After a really long break from the bustling lanes of Tokyo, you and Nanami, now a happy family with your little bundle of joy, decided to return to Japan. The decision to bring your baby back to where Nanami had confronted numerous challenges was met with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

As you walked through Shibuya with the baby nestled in Nanami's arms, the familiar sights and sounds triggered memories of the Shibuya incident. Nanami's grip on the baby tightened protectively.

"I never thought I'd bring a little one back here," he admitted, his eyes looking around at the bustling city that surrounded you. "But it feels right with both of you by my side."

The news of your return spread pretty quickly among your friends and colleagues, creating a buzz of anticipation. Yuji, Megumi, and Gojo couldn't believe their eyes when they saw Nanami walking into the Jujutsu High School with a baby in his arms.

Yuji's eyes widened, and he practically sprinted towards you. "Nanamin, is that… a baby?"

Nanami nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Meet our little one."

Megumi, who had been maintaining his usual calm demeanor, couldn't hide the surprise. "You have a family now, Nanami sensei?"

Gojo, always one for the dramatics, grinned. "Well well well, Nanami, didn't think you had it in you to be a family man."

Nanami's gaze met Shoko's, who had been observing from a distance. She approached with a gentle smile. "Congratulations, you two. I never thought I'd see the day Nanami would be carrying a baby around."

As the news settled in, the initial shock turned into a chorus of cooing and adoration for the little one. Gojo, despite his playful teasing, couldn't resist making silly faces to entertain the baby, while Yuji and Megumi took turns holding the little bundle.

Amidst the laughter and warmth, Nanami stood with a sense of contentment, watching his friends interact with the newest addition to your family. The baby, in turn, seemed to sense the affection around them and responded with tiny giggles and curious looks.

"I suppose it's not just us who missed Japan," Nanami whispered to you, his hand finding yours as he surveyed the scene.

Returning to Japan had become a heartwarming reunion for Nanami, not just with his friends but also with the place that had built and shaped him.

More A/N: You can decide the gender of your baby! And I've mentioned that they returned implying that Nanami had healed from the past with the help of his family and new changes.

@connorsui, your reblog inspired me to write this, so thank you!

[elongatedtennisball]

A Beginner's Guide to the TBCU

First and foremost, what is the TBCU? The Tennis Ball Cinematic Universe is a silly little playground where we all make our tennis balls kiss and fight to the death.

While the "Tennis Ball" part of our name may be off-putting to some, we actually have a wide variety of creatures, including (but not limited to!) gods, the odd human or two, robots, and whatever the fuck this thing is:

Anyone can join, just make an OC like you would any other, slap a tennis ball label on it (i.e; husband-tennis-ball, acoustic-tennis-ball, tennis-ball-wizard), make a blog, and tag or send an ask to either myself or @i-want-tennis-ball to join!

But before you join, you might be wondering: "Are there rules? What sort of world setting is this? Can I make just ANYTHING, or should I go for a specific vibe?"-- and that's where this helpful guide comes into play!

Under the cut will be 6 things you should know before joining the TBCU*! (And if you know all of this, but aren't sure how to roleplay, #6 is the one for you.)

*Don't worry, though, if you don't want to read all of this (It is... a lot.)... We'll teach you!

Number 1: Want and Hate

@i-want-tennis-ball and @i-hate-tennis-ball are the two oldest members of the TBCU, and as I'm sure you can tell, there's a bit of tension between them... (Or, well. There was. I'm... not really sure what they're doing now.)

I Want Tennis Ball, also known as Sybil, is our leader, the owner of the House many of us live in (more on that below!), and has provided lovingly for our cult family since the very beginning.

Sybil takes in any lost or wandering tennis balls that come to them, so if you're looking for a place to stay, Sybil has your back! She's an incomprehensible entity, so if you have any sort of prejudice against non-tennis balls, this isn't the place for you. We'll defend him with our lives if we have to. (At least. Most of us will. Some of us. Probably. I will.)

And then there's I Hate Tennis Ball (or, Hate, for short), the mortal enemy of the tennis balls. He's also an incomprehensible entity, like Sybil, but unlike Sybil, he's determined to kill us all.

Just a couple of years ago, they came into our House under the name "Zion", disguised as a tennis ball. We accepted him, welcomed her into our House... and that bastard tried to burn us to the ground!

Hate lives out next to the Forest (again, more on that below), in a small cottage. If you see it... it's best to just avoid it.

Recently, however... Sybil and Hate seem to be getting along? It's been quite the stir among the House's residents.

Speaking of which...

Number 2: The House

The House is where we live! Well, most of us, anyways. It's surrounded on all sides by forests, (Like the Forest, the Fae Forest, and the Willows) and a bit further out there are a whole bunch of... other stuff. I haven't really explored beyond that, to be honest. I think there's a bunch of villages and stuff?

...

The House is owned by Sybil, but anyone can come live there. There's always room! In fact, it's practically... magical, how much room there is. Sometimes I swear the hallways change on me...

The House is taken care of by @nurse-tennis-ball, the Nurse, Maid, Gardener, and much more! She loves her job, and we're all very grateful to him. If you need anything, they almost certainly will have you covered! (Just... be warned. She's a bit... odd... at times.)

You don't have to live in the House to hang out with us, but we'd be glad to have you!

Number 3: The Forests

There's four major forests around the House, each with their own unique perks and residents!

The Fae Forest

Here lies the trickster @fae-tennis-being. If you know your fae rules, take a step instead! Otherwise...

Do not enter.

The Willows

An over grown forest, filled to the brim will all sorts of magical creatures, like @snake-tennis-ball, a huge snake woman.

...

Do not enter.

The Forest

Home to the God of Order in the East, their angels, and resting just on the edge of the ruins of a village, the Forest is also magical, and doesn't like visitors.

... ...

Do not enter.

A forest

This one is just a regular forest! Nothing interesting about it at all.

Feel free to enter!

Number 4: Gods and Religion

You might have noticed that I mentioned that the Forest is home to the God of Order in the East. In fact, there's many gods around, including the 3 other gods of order (for the South, West, and North!), and many, many others, too many to count.

The Gods are run by Creation, the force that drives the Universe, and are usually subject to the whims of Fate.

If you want to make a god OC to add to our lovely cast... Simply do! We'd be happy to have them. The only slots that are taken are the Gods of Order.

(For a more extensive look into the way the gods work, check out this post!)

Many of us worship the gods, and there's no one religion that defines us. Just... try to get along.

Number 5: Magic

Magic is abundant in our Universe, just ask our residents, like @tennisball-wizard, who dabble in the stuff. There are two kinds of magic, but most people don't know the difference, and figure out magic just fine, so don't sweat the details (unless you're into the details! In which case, this is the section for you.). Magic can do whatever you need it to do.

External Magic

External Magic is the kind of magic that fuels our very Universe. It comes from sources outside the user's body. This kind of magic is extremely safe to use, as no matter how much you use, you'll never drain your own energy reserves. You might, however, drain the reserves of the magic around you, and then you won't be able to use magic anymore. So be careful!

Internal Magic

Internal Magic is the kind of magic that comes from deep within you, and is typically a lot stronger than External Magic. Internal Magic can be extremely dangerous to use though, if you don't learn how to restrain yourself, as it draws from your very life force.

It also leaves an imprint of your magic on whatever you enchanted, sort of like a fingerprint that other people can use magic in order to see. Imprints are a little bit different for everyone, and you can be identified with them.

(Interesting note: You can gather the Internal Magic of someone else, wielding it like you would External Magic, and not only would it be safe for you to use, it would leave the imprint of them instead of you.)

Number 6: Character Creation and Some Roleplaying Tips

"This is cool and all, but what about my character? Are there things I shouldn't do? And how do I even go about roleplaying with other people? Do I just... start talking and hope someone joins?"

If you're here, you probably are asking these questions. I've got you.

Your character can do anything you want! Really, anything at all. The only limitations are: a) Your character can't dictate what other characters do. This might seem obvious, but it's always good to keep in mind. If there's something you want to happen, you'll need to communicate with whoever owns those OCs before deciding it yourself. b) Sometimes we have systems set in place (like the magic one I just explained). If you have a character that requires you to flesh out some world building, just ask! You can DM me, or join our Discord, and ask about a system, and see if anyone has got something in place*. Otherwise, it'll be yours to create! *Note: Even if a system is already in place, you can probably expand upon how it works if you need something specific. Don't sweat the details, the Universe is flexible, and we'll change it to help everyone's characters the best.

I know we're called the "Tennis Ball Cinematic Universe" but... You don't have to make a tennis ball OC! We have the Gods, of course, but we also have lots of characters pretending to be tennis balls, or tennis balls but slightly to the left, or incomprehensible entities, or creatures, or just straight up humans! Tennis balls was just a funny gimmick, and something unique to our Universe to help define us.

Now your OC just needs a name and title! We like to give our OCs a title, like I mentioned at the start. "Husband Tennis Ball", "Tripping Tennis Ball", and "Rizzler Tetanus Ball" are all some examples. These were mostly done out of needing a blog URL for our OCs, but we've worked it into the canon that most tennis balls have a title like that, even if they don't get a blog. (For example, Smoke Tennis Ball is the narrator for @assistant-tennis-ball, despite not having a blog of his own.) The title can be whatever you want, just take a glance at the Master List before picking, so you know what's already in use.

Now for some roleplaying tips! (If you already know how to roleplay on Tumblr, you can skip down to the bottom.)

How to start a roleplay - Locate the person you want to roleplay with. If you're in the Discord, go ahead and ask them if they wanna roleplay. Sometimes you guys can work out a situation to start them off together. You don't have to do this, though, because the simplest way to start a roleplay is to send an ask! Just go to their blog, type in an anonymous ask the same way you would type a roleplay normally (more on that in a second), and tag yourself, so that you get notified when they respond. - Remember that people are busy, and might not get around to answering your ask right away, or they might forget. DMs or Discord are good for asking people if they're available, or if they're still interested in roleplay. Don't be a dick, sometimes roleplays get forgotten, or life takes precedence. There will always be other people to roleplay with.

How to... you know. Roleplay! - Pick a format! For example, when I roleplay, there are three main things I do: Narration, Talking, and Thinking. Whatever format you pick, make sure you're consistent, so that people know what you're character is doing! - Example: ETB2 looks around, smiling gently when he sees you. This is what his narration looks like. He walks over to you, and then starts to talk. "Hey! You must be new here. This is what my talking looks like. And now thinking, right?" ((I like to put my thinking in bold, just to keep things different. Here's what that looks like.)) Your format doesn't have to look anything like mine. You can use different colors, symbols, and text formats to signify the differences. Feel free to get creative. Remember: The important thing is that you're consistent. - When roleplaying, try to think of how your character would react to the situation at hand. The best characters are the ones that are well defined, but don't worry about being perfect. It takes some getting used to, and every time you roleplay, you'll get a bit better at it! - You're on Tumblr, so I'm gonna guess you know how to use this website. Once you send an ask, and they respond, you'll use the reblog feature to continue the roleplay. And sometimes you wanna say something about your character, or your roleplay partner's. That's where the tags come in handy! Just type your message to your roleplay partner there. - You can also do an open roleplay, where you make your character do something, and then just wait to see who responds. Make sure you tag it as an open roleplay, so that people know you want interaction, and be mindful that this is less sure to get you a roleplay. - Finally: If you want to roleplay, but no one is reaching out? Reach out first! Trust me when I say a lot of us have anxiety about "bothering people". We're working on it ^_^;

Make an intro! - On your blog, introduce your character. Put down their Name, Pronouns, the Format you'll be using, and any Other Important Info.

Some of these narrators seems suspiciously like characters of their own... - And that's because, well, they are! Some of our narrators are sentient! There's no way to tell who has a sentient narrator and who doesn't until you get into a roleplay, and there's no obligation to have a sentient narrator of your own. But if that's your thing, go for it! - Just keep in mind, narrators are narrating. Unless your roleplay partner says otherwise, your characters can't hear the narrators*! *There are some exceptions, like @ball-ghost-tennis being able to hear her own narrator, and Narry (@ball-with-a-god-complex) being able to hear all narrators. But a good rule of thumb is, unless other wise stated, Narrators are Narrators, characters are characters. They don't interact!

Woah, that's a lot of color, Wiz. What's going on there? - Some of like to use colors to spice up our roleplay! A lot of times, if you see some extra colors, it means there's some sort of extra lore being hinted at. Most of us are normal, and didn't go quite as overboard with the colors as the Wizard did, but there are some... notable exceptions. (Looks at @tennisball-witch) - You can use colors, or you can leave it plain. It's entirely up to you, just like the formatting!

And... I think that's it for the basics!

Last but not least...

Other Resources for Learning More!

TBCU Masterlist of blogs! Note: Not a master list of characters, as there are so many more.

Our own Wiki!

TBCU Timeline!

You can join our Discord server (please ask @tennisball-wizard for the invite.)

Check out @tbcu-polls, where there's currently a tournament being held, but they also do several non-tournament polls that you yourself can submit to! (It's a great way to see some new faces and learn about the sort of characters they are.)

Check out @out-of-context-tbcu, where some of our wildest moments are put on blast.

[whore-nelle]

Mpreg hc: dream is on a mission to buy every single pregnancy and parenting book available but he gets way too overwhelmed to actually sit down and read them so george helps him make an excel sheet with the important parts of each book and then they read for 20 min together every night

Let's jump on the mpreg train, shall we? Small drabble:

“Dream, you know I love you a whole lot, but this is getting ridiculous.” George stared at the dozens of books stockpiled on their coffee table. He could’ve sworn that there was already a visible dent in the table from where the books have been amassing over the past few weeks, ever since he took that pregnancy test.

“Huh?” Dream asked when he came back from answering the door. Presumably to accept another order of books if the big box in his hands was anything to go by.

“When do you even want to read all of these? You are aware that the baby is going to be here in six months, and I sincerely hope that you did not plan on spending every single second until then reading every book there is about pregnancy and babies.”

Dream visibly paled at that, letting go of the box and starting to pace through the living room. “You are right, fuck. Six months is not enough time to figure out everything I need to know. Maybe I can learn to read faster? Or- or I could start listening to audiobooks while reading, you know, multi-tasking. And maybe the baby will arrive later, giving us some more time, do you think you can hold them in for a bit longer? I am sure-“

“Dream.” George interrupted, getting up from his perch on the couch to stop his spiraling husband. “Sit down with me?”

Dream still seemed restless but after taking a deep breath he followed George to the couch and sat down next to the smaller who was cupping his small baby bump.

“What is this about, honey?”

Tears filled Dream’s eyes at George’s soft voice. “I-” he tried, willing himself to not freak out. This was George, his husband, soulmate, he wouldn’t run away over some insecurities.

“I guess I am scared to mess this up. I feel like I am flying a plane without a license and blindfolded and I am terrified of being a bad Dad, so I guess I just want to know everything there is to know before the baby gets here. But there is so much to learn, and I don’t think I will ever be fully ready for this.”

Gentle hands cupped his cheeks, willing him to look at George who looked at him with eyes so soft they could only be described as lovestruck. A soft kiss was pressed onto the tip of his nose.

“Thank you for telling me. For what it is worth I think you will be the best Dad, simply because you have a heart so big that I know this kid will be the most loved baby to have ever been born. And yes, we will probably mess up but then we will learn and improve. These books can only teach us so much, I fear the rest will just be learning by doing.”

Dream chuckled, softly caressing George’s belly. He couldn’t wait until he could finally feel them.

“If it makes you feel better, let’s make a deal. Let’s math this out.” George proposed. “No more books. Today we look through the ones we already have and find the important parts. We plan for 20 minutes every evening where we read something about pregnancy and babies. Then we can make an Excel sheet and plan what to read in which order and when.”

Dream didn’t think he could love this man any more than he already did if he tried but every day, he proved him wrong. He would never understand how George just got his brain better than he did himself, but it was in situations like this that he would be forever thankful that they had found each other in this world.

“Let’s do it.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to George's forehead and grabbing two books for them to skip through.

[weeewooobitsfallout]

Curie’s storyline is so incredibly important to the development of the sole survivor. 

Long post, more under the cut :)

Curie was stuck, secluded from the world that the bombs created. She watched the only people she had ever known die, yet had to continue on with her mission and put her feelings aside. These elements help overall creating Curie’s fear about this brave new world she knows nothing about. 

On the other hand, the sole survivor wakes up 200 years later with her husband murdered and her son taken. She, also having no knowledge about the wasteland, has to find her way towards civilization for her to start her quest. 

Unlike curie, sole has to find their way to Diamond City to get a companion who understands this new Boston and how the rules of the commonwealth (dogmeat can’t really communicate or do much to help sole understand the world around them).  While this is obviously more of a game feature to teach us how to play, it can also show the acceptance and acclamation that sole has to the commonwealth. Later on in the playthrough, sole funds curie and helps her adjust to the new environment she finds herself in, in a similar way that the companions teach sole about the wasteland. The two mirror each other in tragedy and in growth.  

Personally, I like to do hole in the wall after the main quest line, as it just makes everything seem….different. Finding another vault, with all the promise 111 had, but with the actual intent to do good. Looking at what your life could’ve been. These people could have been your great grandchildren. You could’ve been happy here. Your son would’ve never been taken and you would have died without ever knowing the world outside. And that would be enough. 

And then it all falls apart again. You learn that this place was an experiment too, using humans as test subjects, just like every other place that claims to have humanity’s best interest at heart. You learn that no matter what, you die if you trust the safety others build for you. And at the end of the horrific dungeon, you see a reflection of yourself, a trapped soul behind glass begging to be let out, to feel something. You feel yourself reaching out to help, to teach Curie how to thrive 200 years later, just like how so many reached out to help you. Because you now finally feel comfortable enough here to explain it to another, showing the difference between the scared vault dweller and the leader of the wasteland. 

Overall, this parallel is also what makes the relationship between the two so uncomfortable. Imagine while you were struggling to survive and figure out who you are, you receive help from someone who you think you can trust, only for them to try and convince you that they should love you. It’s absolutely taking advantage of the knowledge and power imbalance. I think that the choice to romance Curie was intentionally supposed to be gross, to understand that while can charm anyone doesn’t mean you should, especially when you are in a position of undisputed power. 

TL;DR, making curie’s story parallel to sole’s own was extremely important to the development of both characters. The imbalance between the two is what makes the  relationship very uncomfortable, which is very intentional.

[voxxisms]

vague wishlist thread ideas sorted by character (types?) i have some thoughts sometimes about things i wanna do with vox, plots && ideas. some of these are vague or more specific, && some are just settings or aus. putting a cut for dashboard sake. might link in pinned, will tag appropriately. might add more later.

general interactions / with anyone

vox at the hotel in either seeking redemption or as an investor

vox being injured or your muse fighting him in some capacity

vox stepping in to protect your muse with the goal of taking advantage of the dynamic. soul contract / employment or even just general favor owing

redeemed vox in heaven?? hello?

overpowered au content. this post sorta explains the vibes. he's super paranoid, very powerful, but surprisingly easy to be chill with if you behave well.

role swap vox with anyone literally. the only real one ive considered is alastor, in depth. he's an old - fashioned box head, perfectly modern inside for efficiency but looks like he belongs in the decades he lived in. very gentle, very empathetic && sweet. contracted to lilith (mine unless someone else wants to contract him) && helps the hotel.

vox being contracted to someone else.

arranged marriages / marriages of convenience

human verse stuff!! from either when vox was alive (1898-1945) or i'm happy to play with timelines in aus

bridgerton au, vox is george taylor, a wildly sickly man with too much money && a rake mostly. a lord by blood.

hanahaki. unrequited love that gives them diseases, any ending.

his self - punishment room being discovered.

vox in therapy lmaoo

fake dating.

with valentino

valentino having to fix vox

their toxic / possibly sweet relationship when they're on

vox being jealous / possessive

a break up?? if they're on / off it feels like something that happens a lot, i find them fun to write

marry each other smh tax benefits or domestic, either

valentino saving vox / vox saving valentino

with velvette

vox saving her in any way

her having to fix him post a fight or something else

vox modeling for her

ship stuff is fine, just as like, qpr stuff or mentorships

vox being over protective even if he really shouldnt be

with charlie

vox investing in the hotel for any reason (be it her askance, his own idea, or someone else's, or even seeking redemption ). might be genuine, probably more for info gathering

vox offering to personally assist in repairing the hotel

vox saving charlie from danger for fun bc its always good to have someone owe him something

with husk

knowing husk in his overlord times ( pre show / au )

vox having invested in husk's casino

vox being husk's contract holder for some reason?? could be fun

vox n husk fake dating for any reason i saw art for it once listen

with lucifer

vox seeking lucifer's creation expertise in early years (he was an entrepreneur once)

vox doing work / helping with lulu world being created as resident like, electronics man

vox making a deal with lucifer in some capacity, not necessarily Big Deal but you know

with angel

vox protecting him

vox saving him from valentino's ire (on acccident or otherwise)

vox having to step in for valentino on set lmaooo

angel && vox bonding over their similar experiences with val

vox caring for angel post a valentino encounter

angel for some reason being under contract with vox (different work/different expectations)

with rosie

the two having been close during vox's active relationship with alastor?

vox doing business with rosie / i.e. providing her with bodies or people from his territory in exchange for allyship

him investing in cannibal town somehow. owning property / providing funds for rennovation

tea parties?? him cooking for her?? her teaching him how to make cannibal - based food??

with alastor

alastor having been a mentor to early - hell vox

au in which the two have always remained working together, i love the concept. very media husbands coded but also not necessary to be romantic.

all the backstory, their friendship pre - show, especially the event that actually led them to split. i like to hc that they several things that slowly pushed them apart until vox invited him to the vee's right before alastor disappeared (this is dependent of course on the alastor / those hcs but)

au where alastor actually joined the vee's

au where vox offered alastor his soul in exchange for them remaining "friends". does not have to be a very sweet dynamic ofc

vox cooking for alastor / other vaguely domestic things

generally reconciling bc yknow

vox dying!! in alastor's arms!! or the other way around!! (not necessarily permanent but yknow)

RadioStatic of all flavors, unrequited/unspoken/QPR/exes/anything.

the role swap from above.

with other vox's i love duplicate interactions

the girls are fighting

playing into the doubling && working together

vox trying to help the other vox get back home properly

other vox (or himself) being a clone on purpose

upgrading / fixing each other

protecting each other

left brain right brain vibes???

au swaps? a role reversal vox meeting a regular vox? timeline swaps? one vox is from the 70's one vox is from modern times? one vox who is still friends with alastor && the other who isn't?

[deathmetalunicorn1]

HIII!!! WELCOME BACK I MISSED YOU 🥰

I have a request: I feel like Hades deserves just a LITTLE bit of karma HEAR ME OUT.

Lets say in this universe he DOES kidnap Persephone against her will and has a daughter (the reader) with her. Just like how he's a yandere for Persephone, he's a yandere dad to his daughter too.

In comes yandere Beelzebub who falls head over heels in love with the reader (he has control over his curse so he won't kill her). He and Hades are canonically close... acquaintances? Or friends? Idk, but they're close so maybe Beelzebub gets... inspired by Hades and kidnaps the reader just like how Hades kidnapped and married Persephone.

I just think it'd be funny because Hades kinda had it coming you know? You kidnapped someone's daughter so it's only fair someone kidnaps YOUR daughter too lmao

-You know the truth behind your parent’s relationship, your father fell in love with your mother and stole her away from your grandmother, Demeter.

-While sad at first, Persephone grew to love Hades and his love only grew for her, even more so when she announced that she was pregnant.

-Your father is a wonderful husband and father, and an admired ruler as well, but with the two of you, he would set the world ablaze, just to keep you two safe.

-Hades was slow and patient with Persephone, slowly teaching her to make her believe that others were against their love, their marriage, and wanted to take her away, like her mother, who fought so fiercely to have her back, even to the point of letting humans starve.

-With you, it was easy to teach you that the world was a scary place, and only your parents and the few people they trusted were the only people you could trust.

-You grew up looking just like your mother, stunningly beautiful, only with your father’s snow-white hair, and with pretty daughters come big responsibilities.

-Persephone thought it was amusing to see Hades violently threatening any man who would dare approach you, as none were worthy enough for you, in his eyes.

-Beelzebub was your father’s ‘friend’, they were more than acquaintances but you’re not 100% sure if you could call them friends.

-You had met him only once or twice, at one of your father’s big parties, and you hadn’t really spoken to each other, other than greetings.

-You were stunning, to Beelzebub, you were the moon of his sky, lighting up his dark world, but in respect to Hades, after he witnessed a brutal beat down of a cocky man who had the audacity to put his hands on you, he stayed back.

-However, like a moth to a flame, he found himself being drawn more and more to you, as if the harder he tried to fight it, the stronger the desire came.

-Beelzebub knew the story behind your parent’s relationship as well, and he couldn’t help but grin, getting an idea, a bit of payback in a sense.

-Beelzebub approached you while you were in your mother’s garden, practicing your own magic, growing plants as well, but only flowers and plants that didn’t need a lot of sunlight.

-You greeted him politely when he approached, giving him a small smile before you spoke, “Father is in his office, if you would like to speak with him.”

-Beelzebub chuckled softly, pecking the back of your hand after he asked for it, “No little blossom, I’m not here for Hades, this time. I’m here for you.”

-Your confused face was adorable before you let out a yelp when he pulled you into his arms and swept you up princess style, making your face flush before he was quick to run away.

-You felt like you couldn’t scream, too stunned to do anything but you heard guards shouting after your kidnapper, demanding you be returned safely.

-Persephone knew you were safe with Beelzebub, and she had to hide her mouth behind her hand to hide her smile, thinking it was a bit funny, while Hades was gathering his army, leading the charge, “Papa’s coming Y/N!!”

-At Beelzebub’s place, you did find it rather amusing as well, being just like your mother, as Beelzebub set down some tea and cakes for the two of you to share, waiting for your father to arrive.

-You didn’t mind Beelzebub, he was respectful to you, giving you your space, and he was nice to talk to.

-You wondered how your father was going to react when you told him you liked Beelzebub.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Hanhawk!Sanji with the crew after he joins. Drawing fish between cooking and taking care of the chores. He starts dating Luffy(of course he does) and they keep it to themselves mostly because the Merry is small and he isn't exactly keen on someone walking in on them. He draws his crew on lazy days and the dishes he makes. The fish and animals he finds. His mom got him into drawing for a good reason so he's going to use it by God.

Sanji enjoying his new friends and being around people his age, even if the mossball makes him frustrated. Everything is still going according to Canon and Sanji knows the two who raised him are from the new world and spent enough time there to not be surprised at what's happening, also they're warlords so like, it's normal. For them it's normal. Sanji knows how to use haki and does, especially when it comes to finding Zoro, his armament can be hit or miss depending on if he remembers it.

Then Sabaody happens and Sanji reads the news about his parents helping Luffy and while he's thankful, he is so fucking thankful. But it was supposed to be the crew. It was supposed to be him. He already has that feeling of being a disappointment for a lot of reasons(giving up swords, his parents not being together because of him, Germa, Judge) so this just compounds on it. He just vows to get stronger and be there in the future. So he does. He learns to skywalk and the attack cuisine and goes through the bridal arts training. He gets stronger and taller.

The crew reunites and still everything is the same. Luffy still loves the idea of sneaking around because it's like playing spies despite the fact they could go sleep in his room. They could do a lot of things in his room. Luffy just loves playing spies too much and Sanji is absolutely weak for the captain. Still everything is normal for the crew as they continue on.

When WCI happens Luffy convinces Nami to marry him and Sanji as they sale to Wano. She's confused, very confused but does it. Sanji then explains to her they've been together since he basically joined the crew and they weren't necessarily hiding it but the Merry was so small and Luffy loves sneaking around like it's a game so they just kept going like that. Sanji thanks her by making her favorite treat and she smiles happily.

Wano happens and Sanji wonders as they leave if his parents are looking at his bounty and wonder why it's not as high as the others and why his last name is back to 'Vinsmoke' when it should be either Mihawk or Hancock. The crew bids their goodbyes to the other crews as they sail on. Eventually they're teaming with the Cross Guild on Karai Bari and while Boa isn't on the poster she is there. After she got away from the Marines and Teach and that whole thing anyway, after the dissolution of the warlord system.

Boa is swooning for Luffy when they arrive and Mihawk is hiding his annoyance but Sanji is rolling his eyes. They're negotiating their attack on Teach and what they could provide to each other to come to an agreement when Usopp looks at Luffy and his whining that he's bored and just wants to fight.

"What is your future spouse going to do with you?" Usopp sighs.

"Future pouts?" Luffy ask.

"'Spouse', like husband or wife." Chopper clarifies.

"I'm already married?" Luffy answers in a questioning tone.

"You never told anyone because you're you, Luffy." Nami sighs.

"Oh, woops." Luffy laughs as Sanji sighs.

"That's also my fault, I assumed he would tell everyone because he's Luffy." Sanji explains as the meeting room goes ballistic. Luffy laughs as he climbs Sanji and Mihawk looks to Boa.

"Well now that you're both married you can stop acting like that." Mihawk chides his wife.

"Are we not going to talk about the fact our son is married?" Boa asks him incredulously.

"I think we need to have several conversations with our son and his newfound husband and their crew." Mihawk answers as he stacks the paperwork and Crocodile joins into the chaotic yelling at the new information, Buggy leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling.

"That's what you were talking about Marineford." The clown says blankly as the chaos rages on.

[thestressedsimmer]

February, 1316: Olde Platz Cathedral, Windenberg

Since his lover's incident, Walter of Guisborough has taken on a bulk of the preaching duties. It kept his plate very full, but he thinks the kingdom would do well hearing reminders (at least once a week) that they are to help each other through these trying times - he wonders if perhaps there are a few would-be bandits in his congregation that he is deterring from doing such a thing.

While he knows his stubborn optimism annoys his beloved, he cannot let himself fall into despair. The Watcher only allows calamities to teach a lesson. It will be alright in the end, so long as they keep their eyes open to learn that lesson.

He noticed after church, as he was cleaning up, that Lady Olive Glasse was there, looking. . . pensive. She was staring up at one of the many statues, seemingly lost in prayer.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, softly. But no matter how gentle his voice was, the woman almost jumped out of her skin.

"Oh. . . Hello, Father." She replied, her voice had an air of sadness to it. More sadness than he would expect from a woman whose family had been relatively untouched by the famine. "I am alright. I just have a lot on my mind."

That much was clear. But there was no point in making light right now. Instead, he gingerly gripped her shoulders and gave a light squeeze. "You know what helps with that? Some time in the confessional booth."

The offer seemed to lighten Olive's mood slightly and Walter swore he saw the ghost of a smile on her face. "Alright. If you have nothing more important to do."

"My Lady, there is nothing more important than helping one of my flock clear their conscience."

The confessional booth almost felt like another world. Insulated from everything else. Walter could not even see Olive anymore, it was just him and one candle to keep it from being pitch black.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it has been far too long since my last confession."

That earned a quiet chuckle from him. But he didn't interrupt. He liked to allow the confessor to lead - unless they needed prodding from him.

At first, Olive's sins were mild. Irritation, sometimes being overly harsh with her children or a servant, missing her prayers for a day or two. . . But eventually, he heard something that brought him pause.

"I had an affair."

". . . Pardon?" He paused, leaning forward.

"Father, I --"

"Do not misunderstand, I am not judging as that is not my job, but I need the full story. When did this happen? With whom?"

"It was after we had our son. His name was Ulric."

"The serf Ulric? The one who passed last year?"

The silence stretched on for far too long and for a moment, Walter wondered if he pushed too hard and he would not get a full confession from her. But Olive eventually started to speak again.

"Yes. I was at the market one day and so was he. His wife had passed so he always had his daughter with him, clinging to his leg. She was the cutest little girl I had ever seen, the same age as mine." She went quiet, taking a deep breath. "Upton was away. And every time I spoke to Ulric, it was as if our two hearts were intertwined. As if my very soul called out his name. It was confusing, it was terrifying. . . But I also wanted to help his daughter. She needed female influence in her life. So for a long time, it felt like I was leading a double life.

When Upton was out on campaign, it was always easy. I would spend days there with Camilla and she would play with the children. When my husband came home, I would only go on weekends after church. It was. . . like a safe place. Away from the bustle of courtly life and duty."

"The only time we went past kissing was while I was pregnant with Ylving. I did not want to risk making Upton an unknowing father to a bastard child, I could not do that to him. Especially not of one so low class. I do love my husband, Father, it just is not the same fire. It isn't my soul that calls out for him, it's only my heart."

Ironically, Walter understood what she meant. His soul calls out for someone it shouldn't as well. It is impossible to resist that call, so that means it must come from the Watcher. Or he has to believe that, at least.

"But now he is gone. I do not know how to keep going without him and yet I have to. I have to love my husband, raise my children, and tend to our lands without him here. I think I could learn to live with only half of a soul, but how do I just abandon those children? They are alone and scared in a world that is withering in front of their very eyes."

"The answer is simple, My Lady. You cannot abandon them."

"But --"

If only she could see him fighting back a smile. This was a chance for him to do some good in the world. For people who would be abandoned and forgotten by even the church that vows to help them.

"For your penance, Olive, you are to watch over those children for as long as you are physically able."

The sigh from Olive sounded like one of relief. It was hard to tell as she was saying the act of contrition, but he thinks she was desperately looking for any way to take care of those children.

"Deinde, ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen."

[patrochillesvibes]

Patrochilles Kinktober

A Kinktober prompt list for patrochilles shippers across the fandoms.

I dug deep into the archives of Ao3 to bring you the top smutty tags of Achilles/Patroclus. Prompts are listed in no particular order.

Challenge yourself by reading, writing, or drawing from this feast of kinks. Combine prompts to make it even smuttier 😈

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For those looking for a little more inspo, I have put together a list of what I'm reading for kinktober. Check below the cut for my kinky rec list:

1-Roleplay

The First, the Thousandth by AdelineAround

Achilles and Patroclus play the concept of erastes and eromenos with each other.

2-Titfucking

A Request by Greyhound

Achilles can’t stop thinking about Patroclus getting off using his chest, and Patroclus is more than eager to comply.

3-Rimming

Teach Me A Lesson by Cosmicvoidance

Achilles needs to be taught what is considered proper running attire and his husband, Patroclus, is just the man to teach that lesson.

4-Cross-dressing

The One About Hotels by kink_anon

Patroclus meets a lovely lady at a hotel bar.

5-Frottage

Fountain of Youth by Luddleston

Achilles and Patroclus revert to their much younger selves and re-live their first time.

6-Degradation

a little distraction never hurt anybody by venbaoxia

Achilles is too horny to wait

7-Breeding

I Would Have Your Baby by tectonic

Imagining Achilles pregnant, carrying the baby that they had made together, the baby that Patroclus had planted in him, was far more appealing than he had expected it to be.

8-Overstimulation

if you know what’s good by firehearte

Achilles works too hard. Pat has some ideas about how to help with that. A nice buffet of kinks for you to feast on 😈

9-Cockwarming

Distraction by Cosmicvoidance

It’s the weekend and Achilles is bored. Patroclus is busy grading essays and Zagreus is at work. So what is the blond to do. Maybe being a distration will help?

10-Spanking

Under Covers and Darkness by SerahSerah

Achilles and Patroclus are making a life together in death, rediscovering each other, playing favourite old games and finding unexpected new comforts.

11-Masturbation

Study Buddies by kenzsza

Patroclus can't stop thinking about a classmate.

12-Foot Kink

That Night in Skyros by orphan_account

Patroclus comes across a very familiar face while in Skyros, and cannot resist paying a visit. This is very kinky, but major kudos for including Pat's foot fetish.

13-Voyeurism

Under the Fig Tree by SympathyForKittens

Achilles can't help but wonder where Patroclus disappears to whenever he is busy with seeing Thetis or training with Chiron. Suspicions only grow when Patroclus gives vague excuses for his absence. Achilles decides to find out where Patroclus goes when he's not looking.

14-Somnophilia

Lazy Mornings Are For... by Cosmicvoidance

Patroclus wakes up and decides to have a little fun.

15-Lingerie

The One About Online Shopping by kink_anon

Achilles explores the wonderful world of online shopping to buy his husband a very special gift.

16-Bratchilles

A Needful Thing by kink_anon

Achilles did not find Agamemnon’s summer solstice feast satisfying. Luckily, he has his philtatos to see to his needs.

17-Bottom Patroclus

the grey sea bore you by Anonymous

This bottom Patroclus fic is so perfect, that I had to give it its own category. This author gets it. *This* is how a Daddy bottoms. Read and learn bottom Pat truthers.

18-Sensory Play

Just the Two of Us by orphan_account

pwp in Elysium. A feast of kinks in this one 🔥🔥

19-Semi-Public

By Virtue of Necessity by GwenChan

Achilles can't wait until they get back to their tent.

20-Total Power Exchange

Anniversary gift by ColdShower

For the anniversary of their intense dom/sub relationship, Patroclus has a big ask for Achilles. Proceed with caution if you don't know what TPE is.

21-Edgeplay

my love, my libation by moshimochi

A cockring is acquired and Patroclus puts it to good use. A nice selection of kinks here 😈

22-Intercrural Sex

he is such a flood by irisesandlilies

Achilles and Patroclus are horny during a heat wave.

23-Deep Throat/Oral

equal footing by firehearte

It’s no secret that Patroclus has a thing for seeing Achilles in his clothes. He loves it almost as much as he loves tearing them off of him.

24-Praise Kink

Love, and How the Heart Grows Ever With Age by Cavalierious

Achilles and Patroclus practice sparring in Elysium. Things quickly get heated 😉

25-Body Worship

Reverence by Foxxoul

Patroclus takes control for once and worships Achilles.

26- Pet Play

He's A Biter by Orphan_account

Patroclus has a pet vampire 🔥🔥

27-ABO

in the pit of the sky by GwenChan

Finally reunited with his mated alpha after too much time spent apart, Achilles makes the best of it

28-Creampie

In Sleep and Waking by AdelineAround

Even in sleep, Achilles can't help but reach for his lover. Patroclus is more than happy to show him that reality can be every bit as tantalizing as his dreams.

29-Nereid Achilles

Sea Nymphs in May by LePetitMonstre

It's Nereid mating season! 😈😈

30-Mirror Sex

Just Watch by bluerug42069

Achilles and Patroclus get a mirror.

31-D/s

you are the currents that are pulling me onward by infinitesl

A moment of respite and pleasure on the Trojan shores (Pat putting his bratchilles in his place).