#seeding round masterpost

[companion-showdown]

Who is your favourite companion?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

Propaganda

Barbara Wright

one of THE OGS!!!!!! and theeeee reason the doctor is who we know them as now - she told him off for being an asshole in story THREE!!! can we get a wahoo!!!!!!

Vicki Pallister

How can you not love Vicki Pallister, orphan rescued from some of the most dire circumstances a companion starts in (being emotionally tortured by and unknowingly caring for a mass murderer who killed her father, fuck you bennett), forgives barbara for unknowingly killing her pet, Sandy the Sand Beast, the only creature left in the universe who loves her, so she's a better person than me, and thats all before she even joins the TARDIS, where she and the doctor become time and spaces most chaotic double act. in her first story after joining the tardis she and the doctor are so bored of the nice little holiday they're having at ian and barbara's insistence that when they find a dead body on the side of the road they think it'd be really fun for the doctor to impersonate him so they can meet nero, where they then proceed to cause havoc. the doctor emperor's new clothes nero to cover for his inability to use the instrument he stole from the corpse, and gives nero the idea to start the great fire of rome, meanwhile vicki makes a new friend, the court's poisoner, and very nearly poisons the emperor. she does not give a shit, and the story ends with the tardis team laughing as they watch rome burn. next in the web planet she gets herself another pet monster, in the space museum she tricks a computer into opening the armoury and openly tells it she's going to use the weapons to revolt. she's just delightful, and I wish she were more widely beloved. (@sandymybeloved )

Steven Taylor

He suffers so much I want him thrown out the window!!! He’s see all his friends die in front of him and is constantly getting tortured and being hurt. He should be shot in the face and survive I love him so much!!!

[snowy-equinox]

🎃Spooky Autumn Masterpost

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Seasonalities

Lunavenefica's Ways to Celebrate Samhain

Bree's Spooky Podcasts

Helleborea's Necromantic Plants

'Don't Work with Death!' by Havencraft

Trae's Halloween Episodes

Arcane Abomination's Basics of Death Magic

Community Potluck

Bree's Recipe Round-up

Elminx's Harvest Soup

Elminx's Butternut Squash Risotto

Aese's Pumpkin & Squash Soup

Spooky Spells

Chicken's Simple Spells for Spooky Season

Bree's Dead Man's Dust

Bree's Ghost-Be-Gone Powder

Dionysianivy's Dried Leaf Spell

Elminx's Seeds of the Future Spell

Samhain Spirits

Reasons to not Take Spirit Comm Posts at Face Value by Chicken

Bree's 'Will It Summon Demons?' PSA

Stormborn's Things to Remember

Hall of the Dead

Weaving-wyrd's Prayer for the Honorable & Forgotten

If anyone would like a post removed OR added, DM me!

[coleblackblood]

Fic Masterpost

It was brought to my attention that I don't often post my fics on here, and that might be a good idea.

Honestly never did it before cause I'm lazy forgetful didn't think about it for various reasons, but I also now have enough people who are interested in my fics now that I can justify doing so.

(Read: people in the servers - Hiiiii Rooks/People of the Grove!)

Hope this helps you find stuff to read!

Note: If there's a double asterick on a fic's pairing, that means it's spicy (aka don't read it at work)

Last Updated: 1/17/25

Glenwood (CastleAudios ASMR):

Glenwood Musings - General

The (Sometimes Human) Guide to Werewolf Dating - Seer & Evie

Long Day - Ranger

Running Her Mouth - Seer/Beth

Crossed Paths - Multiple Pairings

Knightly Musings - Knight

Ranger's Secret - Claire/Ranger, Seer/Beth (crack fic)

Keep That Pretty Mouth Shut - Dear/Rose

Testing Some Things Out - Seer/Beth**

Cuddle Jealousy - Seer/Beth, Ranger/Claire, Claire & Seer

Cuddle Jealousy (Light Edition) - Seer/Beth, Ranger/Claire, Claire & Seer

The Trials of Being a Southern Lady Simp - Sugar/Miss Liza

Quenching the Flames - Ranger/Claire

Stay Comfy and Culty - Abigail & OC

Omega - Claire/Ranger

A Debt Repaid - Claire & Valera (Past Claire/Valera)

Glenwood Archive - Keep Out (This Means You) - Multi Pairings

Breathe - Claire/Ranger, Beth/Seer, Knight/Evie, Pack (individual chapters)

Glenwood Shoots Their Shot - Multi Pairings**

5 Times Seer Begged and 1 Time They Didn't Have To (But Did Anyway) - Seer/Beth**

Rest Day - Dear/Abby/Rose

The Gratest Competition - Claire/Ranger (Crack fic)

Something Borrowed - Beth/Seer, Beth & Joanna/Her Mom

Good Enough - Dear/Abby/Rose

Cookies - Ranger/Claire

(B)romance? - Multiple Pairings (Knight/Seer focus)

Rest Day Part 2 - Dear/Abby/Rose**

The Taste of Hunger and Time - Sugar/Miss Liza

Too Serious, Too Quick - Sugar/Miss Liza, Sugar & Celine

Rogue's Blood - Rogue & Multiple Characters

A Chance Meeting - Celine/Lydia/Deviant, Celine/Deviant**

Sugar and Spice - Sugar/Ranger**

Ashwood Grove (Will o' the Wisp Audios):

Life at Ashwood Grove University - Sparks

Electric Sparks - Sparks/Char

Friendly Reminders - Sparks/Eri

Head Empty - Sparks/Eri**

Denim-Clad Goddamn - Monroe/Sugar**

Gotta Make Your Own Fun - Monroe/Sugar

Give Her Something Else to Put Her Lips On (Respectfully) - Grey/Troublemaker

The Omegaverse Fic Nobody Asked For (Version 1) - Omega!Ashton/Alpha!Jackass**

The Omegaverse Fic Nobody Asked For (Version 2) - Alpha!Ashton/Omega!Jackass**

Round Two - Char/Eri/Shae/Sparks**

Starstruck - Char/Sparks

Beastly - Noir/Aries**

Ashwood Grove Explains the Omegaverse - Multiple** (Crack)

Closet Quickie - Alpha!Noir/Omega!Aries**

Willpower - Sunshine/Morgan**

Saving You, Saving Me - Lore/Gorgeous

Far Cry 5:

Far Cry 5 (Soulmates AU) - Deputy/Seeds

Far Cry 5 Ficlets - Multiple

Kinktober**:

Far Cry 5 Drabbles - Kinktober 2022

FC5 Kinktober 2022 (Series - each day a separate fic)

Kinktober 2023 - Glenwood Edition

Kinktober 2023 - Ashwood Edition

Kinktober 2024 - Seer Fest Edition

MarioLore AU (Dinobunnycosplay) :

Wine, Women, and Eternity - King Boo/Multiple

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Horns of Nimon

Synopsis

When the TARDIS collides with a spaceship en route to the planet Skonnos, the Fourth Doctor, Romana II and K9 soon uncover the horrific truth about its cargo. The ship is carrying young sacrifices for a powerful, horned creature called the Nimon.

But why is the creature so desperate for the delivery, and what other dangers await the time travellers? All will be revealed at the centre of the labyrinthine Power Complex on Skonnos...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Seeds of Doom

Synopsis

When scientists in the Antarctic uncover a mysterious seed pod, the Doctor is called in to investigate. He soon realises it is extraterrestrial and extremely dangerous. At the same time, however, ruthless millionaire plant-lover Harrison Chase has learned of the find and decides he must have the pod for his collection of rare and beautiful flora. Meanwhile the pod itself harbours intelligent life with sinister plans of its own...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

[iz-rarepair-tournament]

Click for larger image/higher quality!

But yes, it took a lot of fiddling graphic design is my passion but I managed to get a visual bracket made, but it's uhh not the best so I'll definitely explain it. I couldn't quite get the names to all fit in so I used icons instead, and basically, whatever line you see the icons sitting on is the line they go with. So as an example, at the top left, Tak/Tak's Ship go up against Purple/Membrane, and whoever wins that will go onto the line to the right, at which point they'll go up against Zim/Red. I think it'll become visually clearer once we get past the initial round, but I'm so sorry for this clutter, aa

This is seeded but I let a website choose the match-ups so if anything seems unfair, well. I'm sorry :')

Due to the weird number of pairs, we're gonna start off with a sort of preliminary round of just 6 polls for those pairs you see on the far left and right sides of the bracket. The winners of those polls will then go up against whoever they're matched to on the bracket, at which point we will have a huge round 1, then round 2, etc etc until we eventually arrive at a winner

The preliminary round will consist of:

Tak/Tak's Ship vs Tallest Purple/Professor Membrane

Professor Membrane/Mr. Dwicky vs Tak/Zib

Ms. Bitters/Countess von Verminstrasser vs Zib/Zimtwo

Sizz-Lorr/Mr. Dwicky vs Tallest Red/Announcer Irken

Professor Membrane/Tallest Miyuki vs Tallest Red/Professor Membrane

Jessica/Letty vs Zim/Professor Membrane

Following that, there will be polls for:

Zim/Tallest Red vs a winner from preliminary round

Tallest Miyuki/Tallest Spork vs Zim/Prisoner 777

Dib/Zib vs Gretchen/Zita

GIR/Mimi vs Gaz/Keef

Dib/Lard Nar vs a winner from preliminary round

Dib/Mr. Dwicky vs Dib/Skoodge

Dib/Gretchen vs Dib/Professor Membrane

Skoodge/Keef vs a winner from preliminary round

Dib/Keef vs a winner from preliminary round

Professor Membrane/Zim's Computer vs Zim/Tallest Purple

Dib/Torque Smackey vs Keef/Chammy Wamboo

Tak/Tenn vs Gaz/Gretchen

Tak/Skoodge vs a winner from preliminary round

Lard Nar/Prisoner 777 vs Bill/Count Cocofang

Dib/Gaz vs Dib/Tallest Purple

Dib/Tallest Red vs a winner from preliminary round

PHEW. Hope that clears it all up, sorry again for the trainwreck of a bracket but I wanted SOME kinda visual at least. And I'll update the bracket and likely keep it on the masterpost as time goes on. But yes, those are the ships.

Now give me some time to get the polls prepared and then I'll start posting them :D We'll do week-long polls for maximum engagement.

Fun fact, Dib has the most unique pairs in this tournament at 11 different pairs! (slaps his back) this bad boy can fit SO many rarepairs in him

[undatablebracket]

Round One Brackets

Last updated 8/27/23

The brackets and groups! I've done my best to seed them to give lots of variety for each poll. This post will be updated if anything changes, and will also include links to the poll masterposts for each group.

Group A begins September 5th

Group B begins September 12th

Group C begins September 19th

Group D begins September 26th

[writernopal]

{Nopal's 2023 Writing Round Up}

I will start by saying that 2023 was a pivotal writing year for me because it marked the start of sharing my writing online and starting this blog! With all of that came of course, the formation of my own little community 🥺 I've made so many lovely friends along the way, fallen in love with their characters and stories, and I just feel so privileged and honored to experience the worlds they've created. I'm so glad I took the plunge and met all of you, even if it was really scary at first! Thank you all for being so welcoming, kind, supportive, and for making space in your hearts and days for my silly little characters and their stories 💙 That said, lets take a look at some of my writing highlights from this past year! Throwing this under a cut because it got long (of course it did lol)

{Total Words Written}

160,512 (as of 12/27)

This excludes tumblr posts, miscellaneous notes, and outlines. It includes WIP work (AASOAF 3, M.O.W), WIP adjacent work (AASOAF 2 companion/release material and side stories like Chanterelles), and miscellaneous prose pieces (Pare, Fetch, and Bowl of Brown). I don't have much to observe here other than holy shit that's a lot LOL.

{Longest Chapter}

7043 (AASOAF 3: Axtapor - 16 First Seed)

This chapter is the first battle sequence of AASOAF 3 so it makes sense for it to be the longest so far! This category's runner up is the Part I finale of M.O.W, Halcyon, at 6663 words.

{Shortest Chapter}

638 (AASOAF 3: Mariel - 3 First Seed)

This chapter is a little go between chapter with a tiny bit of whump in the mix. It might get longer after I get to editing it, we'll see! For this one I excluded the prologues of both AASOAF 3 and M.O.W because it kind of felt like cheating otherwise. Both are <300 words.

{Most Loved by the Author}

Some Lines! (Snippet from AASOAF 3: Mariel - 27 Sun's Dawn)

I limited my choices to snippets I'd posted since it felt weird to make a new post and be like that one! I like that one! lol Appropriate content warnings have been listed on that post as, unsurprisingly, it contains body horror who could have guessed lol. The runner up in this category are the cryptic little monologues I wrote leading up to Tierra Madre (linking to the AASOAF 3 masterpost for ease if you want to check out all four pieces!). These link up the overarching story the prologues of each book are telling and hints at how they come into play in AASOAF 3.

{Most Loved by the Readers}

Covenant (AASOAF 3's Prologue)

For this category I excluded meme posts and the like, ranking the winner based on notes that piece received. As for the runner up, its actually a tie! It's between AASOAF 3's WIP Intro and, surprisingly, Lexlar's character intro lol. He would be so proud and flattered that he's more popular than his other Lizardfolk counterparts!

{AASOAF Original Telling vs. AASOAF Canon Telling}

475,524 (OT) | 381,725 (CT)

Now I know this wasn't all done in this year but it felt right to put in here since I'm getting closer and closer to finishing the canon telling of AASOAF with each day that passes so I can't help but look back to where it all started. These word counts include words in each version of the WIP and the dead darlings of each while excluding Fay's discovery writing (120k+), side stories, WIP adjacent work, spin-offs, and oneshots. I'm really not sure if canon AASOAF will surpass original telling but that's because the story back then was a lot of Fay and Wilkes origin story work and the tale of their romance which isn't explored in canon and also includes Mariel and Axtapor's stories. Two reasons for this, Fay and Wilkes getting together all happens before canon begins and because canon focuses primarily on Mariel and Axtapor's romance. In any case, those are some FAT numbers holy mama. Putting this post together was actually the first time I saw them side by side like that.

[mtmte-bracket]

INTRODUCTION/FAQ/WHATEVER

hey what the hell is this

this is a poll bracket for all the distinct story arcs in transformers comics More than Meets the Eye/Lost Light, and exists because when polls were introduced to tumblr i spent ages trying to work out how to fit the arcs into one poll, to try and find out which one folks on here like best overall. anyway, i eventually realized you can't do that, so now we're doing it tournament bracket style. this blog will have five rounds of polls between thirty-four distinct story arcs across the full run of the comic.

okay, so how does it work??

i went through the tfwiki articles for every issue, and made some judgement calls on what counts as a distinct "story/story arc" in the comics. many of these are very clear, a few are slightly more subjective (e.g. whether certain issues count as preludes to a labelled arc or are their own thing) so i guess everyone just has to put up with my ultimate judgement call on this, sorry.

anyway: two or three arcs will go up against each other in each round, and the winner progresses to the next round. in the interests of trying to keep things interesting, these matchups are not random, but realistically i had no way to "truly" seed them since there's no nomination round. i've done my best to try and make some qualitative judgements on observed popularity of arcs to keep things balanced and avoid all the good shit going down in round one.

polls will all last one week per round.

what if i don't remember all the arcs?!

the posts will all have a short summary written by yours truly to refresh your memory, as well as a link to the tfwiki page for each arc's first issue. (some of these arcs don't actually have very obvious names so i have improvised, oop.)

where can i find the polls?

in the interest of not just. utterly clogging up the #maccadam maintag with a huge ream of polls, i'm going to only be maintagging the masterposts for now. the polls themselves will instead just be tagged as #round 1 polls, #round 2 polls, etc for easy access. alternatively, the currently active polls will all be directly linked in a pinned masterpost at the top of the blog.

[batt00ny]

THE GAG BRACKET IS COMING

Hi guys! With the revival round for both manager brackets imminent [7/2 for loser's & 7/7 for main], there are going to be some long pauses between the 1st & 2nd matches to allow for the revival round to finish. The 2nd match is unlikely to change, but scheduled later in the event that the winner of the revival round has already fought the manager in Match 3 & lost. it'd be pretty BORING to do it twice for most likely the same result so Match 2 is kept open juuuust in case if the 2nd participant needs to switched with the revival round winner!

But that means a lot of days are going to be open with no post.....to curb the wait, I introduce to you! The gag bracket!! These will all take place on the off days that the manager bracket doesn't have a new match. Because I think it's funny it's random seed again. So sorry

HERE ARE THE MATCHES! Match 1: Lure vs. Toon-Up [7/1] Match 2: Zap vs. Throw [7/3] Match 3: Squirt vs. Drop [7/5] Match 4: Sound vs. Trap [7/6]

These are also all available on the masterpost! I hope you stick with me through these sort of confusing times!!!

[fantasybooktournament]

Do you have a masterlist of all the books that have competed in the tournament(s)? I really want to see what's been offered for battle and what hasn't! (Plus it'd probably make for my new tbr because everything I've seen so far looks so good!!!)

i have one for the mystery book tournament pinned to my blog currently and i also have the initial tournament listed in another post showing how everything was seeded after the second round cause the first round was much too big. i can create a masterpost of that tournament at one point or another if there is interest tho!

[companion-showdown]

Who is your favourite companion?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

Propaganda

Adric

He saved the world! And the Doctor! He sacrificed his life to save them, which really shows his development as a character from his first appearance. He loves dogs, also, and sends messages in a bottle out the TARDIS for K9 to receive which I think is adorable.

Nyssa

the nuwho Doctor before the Doctor was. the last of her kind. Devoted to healing. Secretly ruthless. Eternally kind and selfless, even when it meant sacrificing her own freedom.

Tegan Jovanka

oh Tegan... where do I even begin? Saw infinite horrors in her time on board the tardis. quick witted, acerbic, always ready to give the Doctor and the villains and everyone else a piece of her mind. Bold and brash and brave and impulsive. Wears her heart on her sleeve at all times. NEVER gets hardened to good people dying, no matter how much it happens. Always cares just as much forever. Kind to everyone, deeply empathetic -- while being brash and snarky. gay af. wears heels sharp enough to kill a man all the time despite the Everything (this is because she's autistic and more comfortable walking on her toes, i will say this to my dying day.) the only human in a tardis full of aliens. strong as hell, smart as hell, soft inside. will plunge headlong into danger to save ANYONE, whether she knows or even likes them at all.

Vislor Turlough

The worst assassin in the entire universe who honestly has some of the funniest lines in the Fifth Doctor's era. Just a Strange Guy™️. (@gothicacetheatrekid )

he's a self-professed selfish coward of COURSE he's the kindest and bravest person you'll ever meet (remember that time he went back alone to face off the creatures that literally had him CATATONIC with ancestral trauma based fear half an hour earlier, giving away his only good luck charm as he went?! And people still think he's a selfish coward! Please! it's a mask!!!) stunning character development snark absolutely off the charts. you like Donna Noble? try Vislor Turlough! also the real first unambiguous redhead companion total freak. he once paused while SCUTTLING (only word for it) away from monsters for his life in order to rebutton his jacket, the jacket that is the school uniform from a school he utterly and openly HATED, which for some incomprehensible reason is the only thing he wears. There's nobody else in the universe like Vislor Turlough

There are so many angles I could take with this. He's a bitchy gay alien and the least deadly assassin. He is a meme. Also he's the first Fifth Doctor companion to get a sort of happy ending. In the constant tragedy of Five's era, he finds his brother and makes it home safe. He is a rare moment of hope in a very grim, cynical era of the show, while also being the last person you'd expect to be a moment of hope. (@cringecompanionapologist )

[mysterycharacterbracket]

As someone who ran a tourney with 300 characters with two lives a piece, the key is indeed patience. And preparation.

Set it up as if you have a much smaller tournament, and then simply adjust it so that you're almost running multiple tournaments at once.

I started this tournament in May of last year. Here's how it went:

First, I randomly assigned each character a number (because it was a mystery bracket). Then I went to work:

Round 1: a preliminary round with 100 polls of 3, split into 8 batches of 11 and one batch of 12

Round 1.5: a tiebreaker round between characters tied between tiers 2-3 and 3-4 listed below:

100 poll winners

28 wild cards (the top losers by vote count across all 100 polls)

84 byes (the next best losers by vote count across all polls)

88 first round competitors (the worst losers by vote count across all polls)

Once these tiers were set up, and all ties between tiers had been broken, I randomly seeded each character within the tiers. The top two tiers were combined to make a 128-character winners bracket, all tier 3 characters received a first round bye in the losers bracket, and all tier 4 characters had to compete in the first round of the losers bracket. Then I started a pair of brackets (2 characters in each poll after this):

Round L1: 44 polls in 4 batches of 11 (losers were eliminated)

Round L2: 64 polls in 8 batches of 8 between the winners of L1 and the first round byes

Round W1: 64 polls in 8 batches of 8 (losers move to round L3)

Round L3: 64 polls in 8 batches of 8 between the winners of L2 and the losers of W1

Then I simply repeated the last three steps over and over with half the characters each time, continuing until only one character was left.

Other things:

L denoted the losers bracket, whereas W denoted the winners bracket.

Losers from the losers bracket got eliminated, while winners moved on to the next round. Because this was a mystery bracket, I revealed each character as soon as they got eliminated.

Winners from the winners bracket moved on to the next round, while losers moved on to the next losers bracket round.

Because this was a mystery bracket, I randomly gave each character a number and referred to them exclusively by their number and description.

I made each poll last a week, except for tiebreaker polls which lasted a day. This was for the sake of my own sanity: if each poll lasted a day, I simply wouldn't be able to keep up with that hectic of a schedule.

I used a Google Sheet to keep track of the brackets and a Google Doc to keep track of all the character descriptions. In order to see how many votes a particular character had, I used the following formula in the Sheet: =round(C2*0.5,0), in which C2 was the cell where I had the total number of votes for the poll, and 0.5 was the percentage of votes (50%) that particular character received. To check my math, I would put the sum of all the numbers within that poll in B2.

I also used printyourbrackets.com and MS Paint to create the brackets, as you see here. For the losers brackets, I deleted large chunks where a character from the winners bracket came down. I originally denoted these spaces with a W as a placeholder.

EDIT: I also used a "Master-Master-Post (which I pinned to the blog) as a way to help my voters keep track of what was happening. I edited the post constantly to keep readers up-to-date. I've linked the championship round version of that post here. (Note that I had so many polls, I had to create smaller masterposts for each batch of each round, which are listed below the cut. That's why I called this the Master-Master-Post.)

I set it up to automatically reblog each post at certain intervals. At the beginning, each post was reblogged at 3 days and 12 hours, and at one day. Later I moved to reblogging each post at 5 days, 3 days, and 1 day. And in the last few rounds I reblogged each post every 24 hours it was live. I also reblogged each post whenever I noticed that someone reblogged it with propaganda.

I staggered the posts, so that for example, one batch might start on Friday, while the next batch started on Monday, and the next batch might start on Wednesday. To give myself a break, I made sure to never start a batch on the day after another one started. But whenever I had time to post a batch is when it went up. But I made sure to keep at least one batch open at any given time. I also staggered the rounds in the same way so that, for example, the last batch of a losers round might go up on Wednesday, while the first batch of the next winners round might go up on Sunday or Monday.

Because I was staggering rounds like this, I decided it would be easiest to make each character stay in the same numbered poll in each round. So for example, a character who entered round L2 or W1 in poll 47 (in batch 6 of 8) would be in poll 47 again in round L3, and poll 24 (in batch 3 of 4) in round L4 (with 32 total polls that round).

The only exceptions to the staggering rule were in between the first round and the tiebreaker round, between the tiebreaker round and the bracket phase, and in between rounds when we got down to 8 polls per round or less and the characters from one round had to go directly into the next round. In the first two cases, I let the polls expire and immediately posted the next ones, but in the later rounds I waited a day in between rounds.

When I found out that I messed up, I went in and fixed the situation as soon as I could. I had to get creative once in a while -- for example, there was one poll that I accidentally posted twice because Tumblr kept telling me it failed to post. By the time I figured out what happened, both polls already had several votes. I decided to keep both polls up and count each vote as a half vote. Other times when that happened, I decided to delete one post entirely and move all the votes to one poll.

This tournament did take a LONG freaking time. I started the tournament in May of last year. Round 1 lasted a month on its own, and one character who competed in early round 1 won their poll and didn't even show up again until the end of round W1 in September. That was the longest gap any character experienced for the whole thing. The entire tournament wasn't finished until March.

Even though my second bracket looks to be much smaller than the first, I plan to follow a similar format because that one worked so well.

Speaking of which, I will be closing submissions for this tournament this evening CDT. As of this post, you have approximately 12 hours to submit! Link below:

And if any of you reading this have any other questions about handling an insanely large tournament, don't hesitate to reach out to me! I'll be happy to answer any questions about it!

Help, how do you run a tourney that's twice as big as your last one?

believe me i still don't know

(best advice I can really give is pace yourself and don't rush. Also; if your saving stuff like pictures on a laptop/computer, use a USB Stick)

[companion-showdown-dot-org]

Most Likely to Beat the Doctor's Ass, Seeding Round Masterpost

This tournament has now started, Masterpost Here

The criteria for this tournament have not been (poll here)

Group 1: Susan, Ian, Barbara, Vicki, Steven, Katarina, Sara Kingdom, Dodo

Group 2: Ben, Polly, Jamie, Victoria, Zoe, The Brigadier, Benton, Liz

Group 3: Jo, Yates, Sarah-Jane, Harry, Leela, K9, Romana I, Romana II

Group 4: Adric, Nyssa, Tegan, Turlough, Kamelion, Peri, Mel, Ace

Group 5: Grace, Chang Lee, Rose, Mickey, Adam, Jack, Martha, Wilf

Group 6: Donna, River, Amy, Rory, Kate, Clara, Handles, Bill

Group 7: Nardole, Yaz, Graham, Ryan, Dan, Fitz Kreiner, Evelyn Smythe, Frobisher

Group 8: Charley Pollard, C'rizz, Bernice Summerfield, Gillian and John Who, Iris Wildthyme, Lucie Miller, Hex Schofield, Alison Cheney

Which group contains the strongest competitor

[fayes-fics]

Lessons in Breeding

Lessons Masterpost PREV | NEXT

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (threesome)

Summary: Fifth story in the Regency Lessons series and it's time-jump time. Things have progressed with our throuple and the Bridgerton Bros are in a race to impregnate their lady…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome, BREEDING KINK off the bloody charts, pregnancy kink, dirty talk, oral sex (m to f), light bondage, filthy baby-making vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics. Emotions, talk of marriages, established throuple dynamics.

Word Count: 5.4k

Authors Note: This is set in Lessons universe, but at least a year after the previous instalment. If pregnancy or babymaking isn't your thing, please don't read this. This is a very belated birthday request fill for @iboopedyournose. I hope you like the way I've interpreted your request for breeding kink threesome with bondage. Thanks to @colettebronte and @chaoticcalzoneranchsports for betaing. Enjoy! <3

You pause in front of the portrait of a naked pregnant woman, taking a sip of your champagne. The intimate parts of her are mostly obscured behind translucent silks. Her pregnant belly is bare as she cradles it proudly, her skin glowing; everything about her looks almost ethereal yet so earthy and powerful. It is such a provocative piece you can understand why it is only being shown at private parties such as this one, hosted by Mr Granville.

“Like what you see?” the dusky voice suddenly at your right ear asks.

You inhale sharply, instantly responding to the mere sound of his voice, something very Pavlovian in it. “Yes, I think she looks beautiful,” you reply quietly, tamping down your need to throw yourself into him, begging for his fingers in your mouth.

“She does indeed,” he is standing so close behind you can feel the heat radiating off him through his shirt. “Would you like to look like that? Swollen so beautifully with a baby?”

It's not something you have thought about much beyond the abstract idea that you wish for children someday. But then, so many things in your life are about to change, and this could be one.

“Maybe,” you deflect.

Large hands encircle your waist. “Mmm, just imagine,” he begins, his chest pressing warm on your spine. “How beautiful you would look, your belly all rounded,” his hands slide up and cup your chest as you moan lightly. “Your breasts so full, and oh gosh,” one hand slides down to the apex of your thighs, cradling it through your dress, “the smell and taste of you, so ripe, so juicy. You would be divine,” he assures.

“Stop,” you scold gently, but it's too breathy, the carnal images he so easily paints with his words haunting you as you rock in his arms.

“Would you like me to impregnate you, my darling?” he murmurs, his teeth pulling at your earlobe. “I could fuck you so hard and deep and leave my seed inside you. Over and over. And you know my brother would do the same in a heartbeat.”

Your breath quickens at the thought. They have always been careful to ensure they do not release inside you; it's a strict pact you have in place that they have always respected and obeyed. But perhaps that may change with what is impending.

“My husband-to-be, you mean,” your eyes cut sideways, and he stiffens.

“Yes, of course, I sometimes forget you are soon to be the Viscountess,” he bows his head, a flare of something in his eyes you know is jealousy.

“Benedict…” you sigh, sensing he needs reassurance; you pull him into a quiet alcove. “You know this is the only way the three of us can be together, for always. I love you just as much,” you vow quietly, touching his cheek. “But you know well I cannot marry you both, at least not in the eyes of the law. There would be many questions if Anthony were to remain unwed much longer. You know it is much easier for you to live with us as an apparent bachelor at Aubrey Hall than any other arrangement.”

All the facts you lay out, well known to you both, don’t stop the imploring look he gives you. 

“I will marry you symbolically in a ceremony in the woods, down by the lake,” you whisper, appealing to his bohemian romantic side. “I will wear your ring proudly, too,” you promise. “I am as much yours as I am his. And always will be. I cannot be without either of you.”

He beams and crowds into you, sliding his lips down your neck.

“And yes, I will bear your children, my love,” you sigh as his actions make you pliant in his hands, as they always do. You grab his face to ensure he meets your gaze, his eyes dancing. “Nothing would make me prouder than bearing both of your babies, so yes, my love, the answer is yes.”

You moan gently as he kisses fire across your skin, and your eyes drift back to the painting, the idea of being fertile, ripe, burgeoning with life somehow suddenly so alluring. 

——

“Anthony…” you call, but he does not respond; he probably cannot hear you above the whirlwind of activity around him. “ANTHONY!” you repeat, raising your voice, and suddenly, the hubbub of movement and noise in the room ceases.

His eyes meet yours and flash. “Everyone leave the room at once,” he orders to the hordes of people doing god knows what, “my fiancee wishes to speak with me.”

You watch as all the people scurry from the room as if burned.

“There was no need to send them away quite so abruptly, my love,” you state gently.

“Is this not an occasion where you wish me to throw you upon my desk and rut you so hard you scream?” he flirts outrageously.

“For once,” you respond airily, “it is not.”

“Tis a pity,” he smirks, then perches against the desk, crossing his legs and arms. “Then what can I do for you, my love?”

“I want you to make me with child,” you just go straight to the point. He usually appreciates bluntness.

He drops the heavy accounts ledger he is holding, and it slams to the ground with an echoing thump.

“Correction, I want you AND Benedict to make me with child,” you amend.

“What on earth brought this on?” his tone warm but intrigued, ignoring the ledger completely.

“That art party we went to last night?” you offer casually. “There was a scandalous but beautiful portrait of a pregnant naked woman.”

“Did he fuck you in front of it and give you some ideas?” Anthony sighs with fond exasperation.

“No,” you giggle, “for once, he did not.”

“But Tuesday is your night alone together?” Anthony frowns. “Don’t tell me he shirked his duty? I am his older brother. I can have words….”

“Oh, he more than performed his duty, just not in front of the painting,” you clarify.

“In front of one of his paintings, then?” Anthony guesses.

And you giggle again. “Carriage, on the way home.”

“Figures,” Anthony rolls his eyes, “does he ever do it in a bed?”

“Not if he can help it,” you wink, and he laughs.

Then schools his face more serious. “So you want a baby?”

“I want both of your babies. I’d certainly be open to us all getting some good practice in tomorrow,” you shrug playfully.

“I have absolutely no problem with that,” his voice drops low as he raises a sultry eyebrow. “And the desk offer still stands if you want a warm-up?” he concludes, breaking into a handsome smirk.

“It’s Wednesday, our rest day; I have dinner plans with my dear friend Lady Eleanor,” you shake your head fondly. “Plus, I cannot give you a head start, darling; that wouldn’t be fair to Benedict,” you tease. “You can sort it out between yourselves for tomorrow.”

“Why do we have a rest day?” he pouts.

“You know full well, with three people, it is much easier to schedule around six days. I can go one day without either of you, you know,” rolling your eyes lovingly.

“Such a pity,” he sighs in mock annoyance.

“It is just for today, darling, and tomorrow you may complete inside me, so there’s that to look forward to…” and you breeze out of the room, blowing him a kiss.

——

Thursday night is one of your two nights a week with both of your wonderful men. 

You spend the early evening bathing in luxury soaps with your favourite scents, readying yourself for a night of untold pleasures. Sometimes you all meet in the bedroom, sometimes in the blue room, and other times, like tonight, you agree to al fresco. You cannot wait to play by the lake under the mid-summer moonlight.

You slip on an ivory silk robe and nothing else except the lariat body chains they each gave you. Dainty gold chains with their initials that wrap around your waist, the A and B matching charms hanging low over your belly, grazing your thatch of hair below—a secret you wear every day unseen beneath your usual clothing.

It’s a balmy evening as you approach the water's edge. There is already a soft blanket laid out and a decanter of brandy with three glasses—Anthony has ensured the staff have prepared for the evening. But neither man is to be seen yet. You settle on the blanket and pour yourself a snifter, enjoying the gentle roar of oil lantern flames dancing in the breeze set out on surrounding stakes.

This evening will be a first, letting them both leave their seed within you. Even though you have been together as a threesome for more than a year and done countless wonderful sensual things together, this is a huge step towards something new. You don’t expect to get pregnant on this first attempt, but the idea is beguiling nonetheless.

You pull open your robe and massage your as-yet-empty belly. Running your hands in swirls, imagining what it might be like to watch it grow and swell with a child—the ability to bring life into the world something so elemental and heavenly all at once. To sustain life through the wonder of your body swirls in your mind as you untie your robe and grab your breasts. 

“I see someone started the party already, brother,” a familiar silky voice rings out, and your eyes pop open to see both of them standing there, watching you lasciviously. They are shirtless and only wear britches slung low around their hips, acres of lithe muscle and supple skin.

“Is that not our job, darling?” Anthony chimes in after his brother, already unbuttoning.

“Not that we aren’t enjoying the show,” Benedict adds pointedly, nudging Anthony as if to shut him up, and follows suit, removing his trousers.

When they both let their britches fall to the ground, you moan, seeing them both in all their resplendent naked glory, already half hard and looking so utterly delicious part of you wants to get on your knees and take them into your mouths. You go to crawl towards them, but Antony holds up a halting hand. 

“Stay right where you are, lay back; tonight is about your pleasure, darling,” he practically purrs. 

Your eyes flash with desire, and you do as told, removing your robe and laying back again, fully nude, running fingertips down the centre line of your torso, fingers playing with their jewelled charms that rest atop your lower belly.

“Then get down here,” you exhale, knowing their gaze is locked on your fingers as you slip them between your thighs.

They drop onto the blanket with you, the light breeze ruffling their chestnut locks. Both are so achingly beautiful with those strong Bridgerton genes. You can’t wait to bear a baby, babies, that look just like them.

They exchange a glance, and it’s their shorthand again—where they silently communicate how they will destroy you masterfully moment by moment. Benedict surges up and captures your lips in a passionate all-consuming kiss as Anthony slips between your legs, pulling your hand away and throwing your feet over his shoulders. Forcing your legs out wide, he laps a determined, deep plough of tongue all the way from the base of your slit up to your pulsing clit. It has you calling loudly into his brother's mouth.

“You taste fertile, my darling wife-to-be,” Anthony groans lewdly and pointedly, and you can’t help but giggle across Benedict’s lips. 

“I am certain he is right,” Benedict smiles affectionately, swallowing your noises. “I swear I can smell the difference when you are ripe for us. Your scent is just a little headier, muskier; it makes my cock even harder than normal,” he ponders, kissing across your face as he utters his trademark filth. He knows just a few choice words can have you ready for him—every single damn time. 

Anthony’s hand strays up to play with your belly charms as his tongue unfurls its magic. It doesn’t matter that you are with these two men, individually and together, multiple times a week; they never fail to arouse you to the point of aching with just a few expertly deployed moves. Their tongues, whether talking dirty or teasing your body, are your favourite part of them. Benedict shuffles lower and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Oh god, yes, it’s definitely their tongues. 

“Darling, are we playing tonight, or are we just us?” Benedict asks, looking up from your chest with gentle eyes. Sometimes you like to play with your power dynamic and use your titles, other times since you have grown closer, you are just yourselves, no masks, no games, just you, Ant and Ben, your affectionate shortened names for them.

You stop Anthony’s ministrations between your legs with a tap on his shoulder, wanting his full attention on this question that Benedict poses.

“What would you prefer, my loves?” You ask them, ruffling Benedict's hair, enjoying the feel of its thickness running between your fingers and squeezing Anthony’s shoulder lovingly.

“I want to be Ben, just your husband-to-be,” Benedict says quietly, and you can’t help the little smile that breaks out. “This is where we will get married,” he asserts, looking around, “under the stars, just like this.”

“Yes, my darling,” you confirm happily, “I want that.”

“How about you, Ant, my love? Would you like to be you, or perhaps my lord or my beautiful boy?” you inquire.

“I want to be Ant, your fiancé,” he nods in agreement with Benedict’s idea. “Tonight, my darling wife-to-be, the only lesson is how to breed you like the wondrous Bridgerton you are about to become.”

“Breed me?” You inhale, wanting to be insulted by the term but finding it makes your clit burn hot.

“Oh yes,” Benedict chimes in, “we are going to breed you, darling. You will sire a whole house of Bridgertons. You will never be without our seed—it will be dripping from you every day.”

“Ben,” you stutter, grabbing his bicep as your whole cunt is suddenly slick and pulsing at his crude language. “Tell me more.” 

His responding grin is predatory as Anthony chuckles and slinks back between your legs.

“Do you know how many bedrooms there are in Aubrey Hall?” Benedict’s voice is a gentle tease as his nose runs teasing patterns over the swell of your breast.

“I don’t,” you admit, honestly.

“Twenty-four,” Anthony answers for you from between your thighs as he sucks a line down from your inner knee.

“Even with all of our siblings and their future children visiting, that still leaves at least, hmm, twelve bedrooms just going to waste. Until we fill them with our little brood.” 

“Benedict, I am not birthing twelve children,” you gasp, half in shock at the very thought, half because Anthony’s tongue curls rough around your clit. 

“Maybe not,” he admits, kissing across to your other breast, “but I think we should at least try….”

“Six each, brother?” Anthony chuckles, joining in,  lifting his head and resting his chin on your pubic hair, shooting a killer smile.

“Get back there. Have you not heard that female pleasure aids conception?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

“Then we will have to make you come at least twice tonight; ‘tis the most prudent path to double our chances,” Anthony retorts with a wink sinking down with a devilish look on his face before his tongue makes you cry out, and Benedict's teeth graze over your nipple, making you cant up into his mouth.

“You’ll have to carry me all the way back to the house if I have many more than that, remember,” you warn, bemused.

“Darling, I would carry you to the ends of the earth and back,” Benedict pledges, the romantic poetry just pouring from him as he surges up and kisses your lips, plundering your mouth with his tongue. “You have bewitched me. Since that very first day in my brother's study, I have been yours.”

Benedict is always more emotional and partial to declarations of love than his brother, whose feelings run just as deep but does not effuse about it so openly—preferring to express his adoration privately and through beautiful, thoughtful gifts.

“Save it for your individual days, brother,” Anthony hums drolly over your flesh. “We have a very special job to do tonight.”

“Indeed we do,” Benedict concurs, picking up one of your hands and entwining your fingers with his.

Then their efforts become more focussed as Anthony sucks your engorged nub deep into his mouth, moans vibrating your sensitive bud as Benedict bites your nipple in just that way you like—an insistent suckling hold that pulls your skin taunt and is a line right down to your throbbing clit being so utterly wrecked by Anthony.

It always stuns you how quickly these two, working in tandem, can rocket you so high, so dizzyingly fast. You are vaguely aware your hands are in both of their hair as you climb so high. Eyes screwed shut as they both mouth filthy encouragements into your skin.

“Come on, darling,” Anthony pleads, “I want to feel you drench my face.”

“Do not stop,” you chant repeatedly, twisting luscious strands of chestnut locks around your fingers.

Benedict’s lips are hot on your ear, biting the lobe as he senses you are so close. “Break for him,” he breathes, “come on, my love, give him that sweet nectar to drink.” 

The filthy poet never fails to give you that extra nudge, and sure enough, with a staccato of breaths, they have to hold you down as you fight to buck against the convulsions deep inside.

Anthony growls at you to stay still, even though you know he loves it when you writhe over his face, his jaw clamped hard between your spasming thighs.

“Does that feel so good?” Benedict’s silky voice vibrates your ear.

“Yes, oh god, I need one of you inside me, please,” you twist to look into his face as beseeching as you can, still flushed and mindless from your orgasm. “But please tie my hands first,” you stutter breathlessly, offering your wrists up to him, pressed together. “Above my head.”

“I thought we were not playing tonight?” Anthony says quietly as he lands on the blanket beside you, his face shining with your juices.

“Please, just, please,” you beg, turning to him, “I need it. Use your chains.”

As they flank your body, both of them make a low noise at the idea of binding your hands with your golden chains that bear their initials. 

Benedict’s large hand slides down your dewy torso and into your thatch of hair. Then slowly, while you pant lightly and keep your eyes locked on Anthony’s intense stare, Benefict unhooks one chain and tugs it gently from around the dip of your waist.

“Your turn,” he says quietly to Anthony, and you realise they are removing their own chains. Somehow that choice makes you burn even hotter for them, squirming slightly. 

Anthony’s hand follows the same path as you breath heavy and hold Benedict’s gaze this time as Anthony unhooks the chain with the A charm and drags it up along your skin, a corner of the letter scraping gently over your flesh, catching your nipple as you gasp.

Then they take an arm each, raising them above your head. Both then bind your wrists as your gaze flits between them, watching their handsome faces.

“Thank you,” your murmur reverential, testing the hold and feeling the precious metal bite into your flesh as they both dive in for a heated kiss, Anthony reaching you first and Benedict settling on your neck until they can swap positions. It’s a deep kiss that is musky and sweet with the taste and scent of your climax.

“Who gets the privilege of being first, my love?” Benedict asks silkily.

“You do, Ben,” you whisper, and his whole face lights up. So often used to being second.

You turn to Anthony as Benedict shifts to lay between your legs. “Thank you, my darling Ant, for my wonderful orgasm,” you compliment and watch as his face turns boyish with pride.

You cry out as Benedict spears into you, splitting your open, causing the gentle ripples of your orgasm to flare again, and he drops his head onto your breastbone.

“Christ, there is nothing like your little fluttering cunt is there?” he groans into your flesh.

“Give it to me, Ben,” you twist from kissing Anthony to declare. Then turn back, desperate for more hot kisses.

His tip feels somehow harsher than normal, a hot spike as he begins to move, your walls clinging to him almost vice-like. It feels so good your eyes roll, and your mouth goes slack against Anthony’s. 

He brushes a gentle hand through your hair, watching you through hooded eyes, gently murmuring praise and compliments as you take Benedict's hard thrusts.

“We will plant our seeds, darling, deep in here,” Anthony breathes, a hand sliding down to your belly just above where Benedict’s body meets yours as he surges into you. “Do you want that?”

“Yess,” you hiss, mesmerised, fingers twirling in your own hair, “please.”

“Oh, our perfect little broodmare,” Anthony exhales shakily, surging his leaking cock against the hip he holds open for his little brother, who now curls down over you, biting a nipple. “Do you know how proud we will be? Making your beautiful body swell, your breasts growing so large and sensitive, your belly growing round. With our baby. A little Bridgerton. Or maybe more. We want to plant you with two babies right now, one for me and one for my little brother. Can you do that, darling, for us? Take our seed so good?”

“Yes, Anthony,” you pant, utterly enthralled by his filthy talk. That is usually the expertise of the man now biting your nipples and growling as he fucks you so harshly that your body jerks on the cotton blanket you lay on.

“Let him,” Anthony continues with slightly gritted teeth, “let him fuck you harder than he ever has before.”

“Yes, my lord,” you answer, under his spell, and his nostrils flare as you use the title you call him in play.

He curses, then grabs one of your chain-bound wrists above your head, fingers sliding possessively between yours and forcing the back of your hand down onto the ground. 

“Yes, that's it, do as you are told, little one,” he growls through clenched teeth. 

And you feel a frisson of something frantic, like you all need something with a little edge. A gust of breeze flutters over your skin and leaves quiver on the trees around you. 

“Fuck her harder, brother,” Anthony orders into your clavicle, and you feel it buzz into your bones.

Benedict growls in response and hooks the leg, not being held by Anthony over his flexed forearm. Pulling you open more, feeling so vulnerable, your hands bound, your legs held obscenely wide open by each. 

Suddenly the moment feels charged as Benedict snaps his hips so forcefully that you whimper on every stroke, revelling in the sweat splashing from his damp forehead curls onto your breasts. Anthony is sucking on your neck with almost painful intensity as Benedict drops down and bites your flesh over your tricep, making you writhe and call his name. The gold chains binding your wrists dig into your flesh as you move, bringing an edge that just pushes you higher.

You encourage him, calling him sir, begging for more, squeezing his cock with your pelvic muscles as he pounds into you mercilessly. And that constriction is the catalyst he needs. He curses long and low, feeling huge as he spears so deep he nudges your hilt, and you sense a change in him that usually signals his withdrawal. This time his eyes fly open, pupils blown, and expression wild as he grabs your jaw firmly.

“Are you ready?” He barks possessively. 

“Yes,” you hiss, realising he is going to climax without waiting for you.

His last few hot desperate thrusts are so harsh your whole insides feel rearranged. Then he stills, and for the first time, you hear that guttural groan right into your ear as he begins to spill inside you, a hot wave that blooms deep inside, feeling like so much more than he has ever come before. It’s a new sensation and feels just wonderful.

“Yes, take it all, my darling girl,” he shudders, and that gravelly tone pulls you over a small edge, you clamping down on his spurting cock as he groans and spasms into you some more, hipbones digging into your inner thighs. His weight is almost crushing as he becomes motionless, your thighs burning from the stretch.

“That’s it,” Anthony whispers against your temple, “lay still and open, darling, let his seed into your womb.” 

Those words echo drowsily in your head as you feel Benedict’s cock gradually soften inside you, and he slips out slowly with a slick tide of juices that run down over your bottom cheeks.

“Fucking babies into you is my new favourite thing. Do you have any idea how exquisite it is to come inside you? Fill you up? I never want to come anywhere else ever again.” Benedict gusts as he falls to one side of you, still breathing heavily, and you realise it's a novel experience for him too. “God, I love you,” he admits shakily, landing a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too. Thank you for my baby Benedict,” you nuzzle his face and kiss him sweetly as his body relaxes, utterly spent.

You twist to look at Anthony, and his eyes sparkle as he climbs between your legs, his cock hard, glistening, and leaking in his fist. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes, my lord,” you answer.

He thrusts into your soaking cunt, still leaking profusely from Benedict. He feels even larger and harsher somehow too, and on reflex, you clench around the invasion, feeling the verdant earth beneath your bottom and shoulder blades softened slightly by the blanket.

“My darling girl,” his voice ragged, broken. “You are so exquisitely puffy and swollen. That was quite the mounting you got, wasn’t it? Are you ready for more?”

You croak your assent, and then he begins to move. He isn’t slow. In fact, he starts pounding so hard you gasp, the sensation almost too much, and Benedict's hand slides into your hair, over your bound hands, and you clutch it as he rolls closer, nuzzling your face.

“Feel it all, my darling girl,” Benedict rumbles.

“I am, sir,” you nod and bite your lip. “I can even feel your seed inside me still,” you add with a moan, the chains on your wrist abraiding your skin, leaving marks.

“Good,” he gusts drowsily and warmly in your ear, a hand swirling patterns on your hip. “Let it in, darling, all the way in.”

As a cloud clears the moon, the atmosphere feels softer again, the frantic moment of before ebbing into something more profound; even as Anthony takes you hard, it’s more in an undulating wave, hitting your hilt with a rhythm that feels hypnotic, your cunt clinging to him like a glove, as Benedict's sonorous voice is back at your ear.

“That’s right, get ready, darling girl. We need you to keep this line going. In your belly, you will grow the next viscount. You will bare the heirs of this family. Just you, my wonderful wife-to-be.”

“I want all of your babies too, Benedict,” you breathe as Anthony ploughs on. “I want to give the world more like you. Talented creative, empathetic, loving souls who bring joy to every room.”

His eyes mist over as you declare your truth. “I love you so much it hurts,” he murmurs into your cheek, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” you want to grab his face but can’t; instead, you seal your pact with a sweet, almost chaste kiss filled with affection; even as Anthony takes you towards a big blissful moment, you hope you will hit together.

“Now declare your love to him too,” Benedict orders softly, “you know he needs to hear it, maybe even more than me.”

You nod and turn all of your attention and heart to the Viscount. Still holding Benedict’s hand tangled in your hair, not wanting either to feel left out on this momentous night.

“Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,” you use his title and full name, your pleading tone making his eyes bore into yours. “I love you so much, my lord, my husband,” you state categorically.

He groans and falls over your body, covering you, his scent and heat all-encompassing.

“Darling darling wife, my Viscountess,” he exhales over your lips, his thrusts turning slow and languid, his hands grasping your thighs and pulling your legs up and out, utterly under his command, pinned. “I love you so much,” he sounds almost choked with emotion, and part of you wishes you had your hands to hold him to you.

“Do you want to be freed, my love?” Benedict asks softly, always seemingly able to intuit your needs before you even articulate them.

“Please,” you request, turning to give him a grateful peck as he reaches up and loosens both chains, leaving one delicately but loosely wrapped around each forearm, your wrists pulsing mildly as they are freed.

Instantly you move your arms, wrapping one around Anthony’s back, your nails and the gold chain scraping down his skin as your other hand rounds Benedict's shoulder and into his hair, stroking and petting.

Your hand sliding down, mapping his contours, over the swell of his muscular bottom makes Anthony groan and bite your neck, spearing deep into you as your nails dig in, tilting your pelvis and rocking him deeper into you until you feel that ache so far inside. 

Then he pushes up onto his hands and thrusts hard, setting a punishing pace. Every fibre of your being wants this, ratcheting high and fast as each stroke crushes your clit into your frame. Unable to form words except to curse and babble mindlessly. You feel your whole body tense, a release so imminent you grit your teeth and chase it hard.

“That’s it darling, come for me, milk me,” Antony commands, flicking a thumb over your clit, and you are gone.

Yelling and screaming as his cock is the solid mass you convulse around, your entire being spasming, and you feel Benedict’s firm grip, holding you down with a knee and large hands. Making you orgasm hard, entirely still, unable to writhe, all the sensation concentrated on where Anthony’s cock spears you open.

As the blood rushes in your ears, his teeth are biting on the cord of your neck, and with a few pumps, he releases with a throaty whine, pushing the deepest he has ever been, feeling like he piercing through your hilt.

He curses long, low guttural and again there is that bloom of viscous heat inside as he spills all his seed.

“Yes, my darling girl,” he slurs, “stay down, take it all,”

You cry out, and your instinct is to move, but both of them hold you down, so your fingers dig into flesh, and your toes curl as your body is thwarted from its shakes and shudders. Anthony’s weight is upon you as he recovers his breath, feeling even heavier than Benedict as he slumps,, panting into your neck.

“I understand what you mean now, brother,” his tone almost wonderous. “I do not wish to leave my seed anywhere else either, dear god; that was exquisite.” Delicately he pulls backwards so his softening cock slips out of your body, and you groan at the sensation, flopping your head blissfully on the blanket as he falls to your other side. 

The gentle sounds of nocturnal nature around you fill your ears as it is just your joint breathing, soothing hands running over you, soft kisses and little intimate moments where you whisper to both of your boys.

“We may have made a baby tonight, my darling husbands,” you murmur.

The look they both give you is brimming with love and appreciation as you curl into both, taking a hand from each of them and placing them over your heart as you drift to sleep, cocooned in their safe embrace.

Your boys. Forever, your boys.

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[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

Spearhead from Space tied with the Ark in Space, and The Mind of Evil tied with Frontier in Space. Everything from day 4 has been given a second chance across two tiebreak groups

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The Highlanders

Synopsis

The time travellers arrive in Scotland just after the Battle of Culloden. The Second Doctor gains the trust of a small band of fleeing Jacobites by offering to tend to their wounded Laird, Colin McLaren. While Polly and the Laird's daughter, Kirsty, are away fetching water, he and the others are all captured by Redcoat troops commanded by Lieutenant Algernon Ffinch.

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The Faceless Ones

Synopsis

The TARDIS arrives at Gatwick Airport in July 1966. A great many young people have vanished, including Ben and Polly. With the help of Samantha Briggs, the sister of one of the missing youths, the Second Doctor and Jamie must uncover the plot of the Chameleons.

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Tomb of the Cybermen

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The TARDIS arrives on the planet Telos, where an Earth archaeological expedition led by Professor Parry is trying to uncover the lost tombs of the Cybermen. With a lot of help from the Doctor, the archaeologists enter the tombs. There, one of the party, Klieg, reveals himself and his business partner, Kaftan, to be planning to revive the Cybermen.

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Spearhead from Space

Synopsis

Forbidden to continue travelling the universe by his own people, the Time Lords, and exiled to Earth in the late 20th century, the newly regenerated Doctor arrives in Oxley Woods accompanied by a shower of mysterious meteorites. Investigating the occurrence is the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce (UNIT for short), an organisation which had previously been associated with the Doctor during the Cybermen's invasion.

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The Ambassadors of Death

Synopsis

The Third Doctor joins UNIT's investigation of the mystery surrounding Mars Probe 7. Space Control, headed by Professor Ralph Cornish, has had no contact with the astronauts on board since it started back from Mars seven months ago. Now the Recovery 7 rescue mission has run into similar difficulties.

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Frontier in Space

Synopsis

The Third Doctor and Jo are caught in the escalating tension between planets Earth and Draconia and discover that the Master and the Daleks are secretly working to provoke the two into all-out war.

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Invasion of the Dinosaurs

Synopsis

The Third Doctor and Sarah arrive in 1970s London to find it has been evacuated because dinosaurs have appeared mysteriously. As the line between friends and enemies wavers, the Doctor soon discovers the dinosaurs are being brought to London via a time machine to further a plan to revert Earth back to a pre-technological "Golden Age"...

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The Monster of Peladon

Synopsis

The Doctor returns to Peladon, fifty years after his last visit, to find Queen Thalira, daughter of the late King Peladon, on the throne. A tense labour dispute between the Pel nobility and miners is worsened when apparitions of their deity Aggedor attack and kill several miners. The Galactic Federation desperately needs trisilicate for its war against Galaxy 5 and sends in brutal Ice Warrior troopers to ensure production. The Doctor soon discovers a devious plot at the heart of Aggedor's appearances...

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The Seeds of Doom

Synopsis

The TARDIS lands in a space museum on Earth in the late 21st century, where the Second Doctor, Jamie and Zoe learn that contact has been lost between Earth and the Moon. In this era, instant travel — T-Mat — has revolutionised the Earth. Its people have lost interest in space travel. The Doctor and his companions travel to the Moon in an old-style rocket and reach the Moonbase, control centre for T-Mat, only to find a squad of Ice Warriors have commandeered the base and plan to use the T-Mat network to their advantage.

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Discworld Fight Club 2023 Masterpost

Welcome to the biggest rumble the Disc has ever seen! Thrill as some of the turtle's premier brawlers, assassins, vampires, magic users, and tricksters face off in a five-round tournament to see who's the best of the best!

But first, please read the Rules:

Remember to vote based on who you think would win in a fight, not necessarily who is your favorite character. This is a tournament, not a popularity contest!

These fighters are good guys and shouldn't really bear any real animus toward each other, so consider this a more or less friendly event where no one is literally trying to murder anyone. So, when considering what weapons and techniques a character might use, think more in terms of how they'd incapacitate one another. That might involve using weaponry of course, but like, maybe Detritus shouldn't have access to the Piecemaker, is the kind of thing I mean, ha.

A contestant can win by knocking their opponent out, making them 'say uncle' so to speak, or even tricking them somehow! Think about the characters' strengths beyond, well, physical strength!

Successfully running away counts as a victory for the runner, not as a default win for the contestant left behind.

Reblogging and replying to the polls, especially with commentary on your reasoning for your vote, would be super fun and I hope a lot of people will do that! I tried to seed the bracket so the matchups are interesting, and I think there's some room for debate on a lot of them even at the start. Have fun!

So without further ado, let's have Discworld Fight Club 2023!

This will be updated as the rounds progress, with links to each poll. Winners on each match are in bold.

Round 1:

Part A-- Match 1: Commander Samuel Vimes vs. Maladict Match 2: Moist von Lipwig vs. Dr. Whiteface Match 3: Ghenghiz Cohen vs. Reg Shoe Match 4: Mrs. Erzulie Gogol vs. Rob Anybody Feegle Match 5: Detritus vs. the Dean of Pentacles Match 6: Esmerelda "Granny" Weatherwax vs. Susan Sto Helit Match 7: Mr. Nutt vs. Harry King Match 8: The Librarian vs. Queen Magrat Garlick

Part B--

Match 1: Lord Havelock Vetinari vs. Willikins Match 2: Adora Belle Dearheart vs. Mr. Pump Match 3: Gytha "Nanny" Ogg vs. Sergeant Cheery Littlebottom Match 4: Lu-Tze vs. Otto Chriek Match 5: Archchancellor Mustrum Ridcully vs. Polly Perks Match 6: Jason Ogg vs. Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson Match 7: Sergeant Angua von Uberwald vs. Rincewind Match 8: Agnes "Perdita X Dream" Nitt vs. Sergeant Jack Jackrum

Round 2:

Match 1: Commander Samuel Vimes vs. Moist von Lipwig Match 2: Ghenghiz Cohen the Barbarian vs. Rob Anybody Feegle Match 3: Esmerelda "Granny" Weatherwax vs. Detritus Match 4: Mr. Nutt vs. the Librarian Match 5: Lord Havelock Vetinari vs. Adora Belle Dearheart Match 6: Gytha "Nanny" Ogg vs. Lu-Tze Match 7: Archancellor Mustrum Ridcully vs. Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson Match 8: Sergeant Angua von Uberwald vs. Sergeant Jack Jackrum

Round 3:

Match 1: Commander Samuel Vimes vs. Rob Anybody Feegle Match 2: Esmerelda "Granny" Weatherwax vs. the Librarian Match 3: Lord Havelock Vetinari vs. Gytha "Nanny" Ogg Match 4: Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson vs. Sergeant Angua von Uberwald

Round 4:

Match 1: Commander Samuel Vimes vs. Esmerelda "Granny" Weatherwax Match 2: Gytha "Nanny" Ogg vs. Sergeant Angua von Uberwald

Round 5:

Final: Esmerelda "Granny" Weatherwax vs. Gytha "Nanny" Ogg

Granny Weatherwax has taken the title!! Thanks for participating, everyone! It's been a really fun week of battles, just as I'd hoped! And it's all thanks to you guys, for voting and commenting some pretty insightful and funny stuff! I definitely encourage everybody to go into the match links above and check out the notes if they haven't been doing so all along.

And thus ends Discworld Fight Club 2023!