#but I will literally cry

[an1d10t]

“Ah such a good da-“

*Two birds starts playing*

“WAIT NO-“

Yea that was me a few minutes ago. And I am now currently on the ground. Why?

Because Halt and Ferris angst.

Basically, they met again and some people now know they’re brothers. So everyone is now referring to Halt as ‘your majesty’ and stuff like that. Obviously Ferris doesn’t like that (because he’s afraid that Halt will take the throne and tell what Ferris did)

One day Ferris asks Halt to meet somewhere private. So they meet up somewhere with deep water. So Halt goes there. They have a little ‘nice’ chat until Ferris drops something and him being the useless king he is asks Halt to get it for him.

And you guessed it, Ferris lunges at Halt with a rock in his hand to knock him out. Halt turns around and sees this. He takes a step back and falls into the water.

And Ferris being the bastard he is grabs a long and thick stick to hit Halt with.

(And if you want, you can add a vision from Ferris hitting Halt with a paddle in the boat and this)

And as the last part of the song plays Halt sinks to the bottom of the water while Ferris walks away with a guilty but cold facial expression

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i think its funny that its canon that tfone bee does tiktok lives and tiktok dances

[psin314]

i was thinking about this again yeah…😔its a shame there wasn't a scene right after the fade prison. because damn that could've hurt. so i did it myself. sorry i made it a bit different.

so, for murat it really was a couple of hours. and when he finally left the fade prison, he knew that his friends are scared af right now. so he tried to cheer them up by fooling around a bit. little did he know that it wasn't hours at all.

[rhinestonesox]

When Senshi was young in the dungeon the majority of the adults he were with ostracized him. All except Gillin, who died to make sure Senshi had something to eat: unseasoned boiled meat that may or may not have been one of their comrades.

It really puts into perspective why he was so nurturing towards Chilchuck. When Chil reveals he’s 28 to the party, Senshi responds by telling him that he thought he was older. Senshi was in his 30s when he and his comrades got trapped in the dungeon, so it’s safe to assume that he thought Chil was at a similar age.

He met a young boy who was, from his perspective, forced to do dangerous work in the dungeon just like he was, and so, Senshi made an effort to look after Chilchuck in the same way Gillin looked after him.

Mind you, when Senshi was young in the dungeon he had to starve for weeks, eat the horse he loved, and finish it off spending the next i don’t know how many years wondering if he committed cannibalism.

Senshi understands first hand the value of nutrition and proper eating, so when he’s with the party he makes an effort to make sure they’re all eating a full and balanced diet. Not only that, but Senshi INVOLVES them in the process of getting food to eat, always preparing it in front of them and narrating every ingredient in the process so that there’s no doubt about what they’re eating.

[catmask]

my fiance and i both have gay voice n we were out at a cafe today when a lady walked by w her young daughter who stopped dead in her tracks when she heard us talking, looked up to us w visible confusion/curiosity and after a moment of contemplation went 'mama thats boys!' very proud of her discovery nd i dont think that ive ever been clocked in a funnier way my whole life

[iwasbored777]

The guy at the bar: Are you two gonna fuck or fight?

Wade and Logan, few hours later:

[renaissanceousia]

one of the most intimate scenes i've ever read i'm so serious

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

you let out a tired sigh as you flopped onto the couch, burying your face into a pillow. today had been long—too long. your entire body felt heavy, and all you wanted was to just exist without any responsibilities for a while.

gojo, of course, noticed immediately. he peeked at you from the kitchen, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “rough day, sweetheart?”

you mumbled something incoherent into the pillow.

in a second, he was on you—literally. he flopped down dramatically, half on top of you, half beside you, draping himself over you like some oversized weighted blanket.

“awww, my poor baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “did the big, bad world tire you out?”

“gojo,” you groaned, trying (and failing) to shove him off.

“mm-mm, no ‘gojo’ here,” he teased, tightening his hold around you. “just your sweet, devoted boyfriend here to take care of you. c’mon, say it—‘satoru, you’re the best boyfriend ever.’”

you huffed. “satoru, you’re the worst.”

he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “wounded.”

you rolled your eyes, but the exhaustion was still weighing heavy on your body. sensing this, gojo softened, adjusting himself so he could tuck you into his chest. his fingers found their way into your hair, stroking gently.

“seriously, though,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “you worked hard today, huh?”

you sighed, relaxing against him. “yeah.”

“poor baby,” he hummed, continuing to play with your hair. “you want snacks? a massage? a forehead kiss?”

you chuckled lightly. “a forehead kiss isn’t exactly equal to snacks and a massage.”

“nah, but it’s my specialty.”

before you could respond, he tilted your chin up and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. when he pulled back, he grinned, all soft and stupidly in love.

“see? instant healing,” he said smugly.

you smiled, warmth spreading in your chest. “yeah, yeah.”

“so,” he whispered, nuzzling into your hair, “forehead kisses and snacks, then?”

“…yeah.”

“good choice.” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple before getting up, already heading to grab your favorite snacks.

because if there was one thing about gojo, it was that he loved taking care of you. and nothing made him happier than spoiling you rotten.

[mirykka]

the mad sorcerer

[sir-heichou-smith]

Johnny thinks you and Ghost only want him for the sex.

He won't tell either of you he's ass over elbows for both his lieutenant and his girlfriend because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

No, he can't tell you because he's the idiot who fell in love with the two people he couldn't even dream of having.

No one else has ever made him feel so cared for or special before you two though, and it confuses the hell out of him to the point where he can't help but think he has to leave after every session.

He doesn't want to overstay his welcome, meanwhile you and ghost think he doesn't want to be with you and only wants the sex, which is fine (you'd really prefer that he stayed for aftercare since it is real important to you, you know how Simon could get and it's not easy coming back up on your own from how far he puts you under) but you know something is wrong when he stumbles out of bed and limps to the door after throwing his pants on, mumbling something about having to get going for some thing or another.

One night Simon and Johnny stumble through the door after a few drinks, their hands wandering and teeth clinking out of desperation while you trail after with a hand on each of them.

Clothes are thrown and kisses are traded all the way to the bedroom. You hear Simon utter praises in the Scot's ear, "such a good boy f'me Johnny. Gonna show the mrs how well you can take it for me? Let's give 'er a show."

He shudders in the larger man's embrace, and you think you see something flicker in those baby blues as he kneels to undo Simon's zipper with his teeth.

But you're tipsy like they are and you can only focus on it so much until Simon pulls you in and groans into your mouth, one of his big hands on the back of your head and the other tangled in the mowhawk bobbing up and down on his cock.

That morning you wake up quietly, before either men, and you take the moment to enjoy having both of them in your bed.

Johnny wakes up quiet too, thinking himself a goddamn idiot for giving in to staying the night when he tried so hard not to.

He does his best to untangle his limbs from Simon's meaty arms and your thick, supple thighs. It's so warm and comfortable and everything he's ever wanted and he doesn't ever want to go, but he has to. It doesn't belong to him, you're not his and neither is Simon and he's just in the way.

God he's so fucking stupid for this, all he's doing is making himself hurt more than what he has to. He just can't take what he's given and accept that he'll never have what his heart truly, unrightfully wants.

While you think nothing of it as he slithers down the bed, (assuming he needs the bathroom and he'll come right back into your embrace) Johnny is pulling on his clothes from the night before as quickly and quietly as he can, tears building up under his lash line and threatening to spill over his cheeks. His breaths come in short staccato so he holds it until he can't, breathing out slowly through his nose and in through his mouth.

He needs to leave, can't be here any longer because he's already overstayed his welcome.

Hes not supposed to feel this way, he's just a toy for you and Simon to enhance your guys' relationship. Your beautiful, loving relationship that he's stupid for wanting to get in the middle of because he'd never expect either of you to return his feelings.

He thinks he's in the clear when he looks back and notices Simon's heavy chest still breathing evenly, taking one last glance at his magnificence before turning around for good because he can't put himself through this anymore, he's not enough and he just needs to accept that now before he can never recover from the heartbreak.

"Johnny?" He's hears your low voice come from the cocoon of warmth he craves with ever fiber of his being. Your precious face looks confused and, dare he say it, a little hurt. "Where are you going?"

His heart shatters. "I-I... I'm heading out now. I didnae mean to stay so long. Sorry 'bout that, bon. Nothin' to wake the big guy over."

Before he gets his shirt on he hears you shift. "Johnny wait-"

"No. No, I cannae do this anymore okay?" His chest heaves with what feels like the weight of the world, and the tears start to fall.

"I know my place, and I keep forgetting it when you hold me so close and tell me I'm your good boy. When you kiss me and it feels like nothin else matters anymore. I never wanted to come between you and Si but I overstayed my welcome now and I need to leave so that I can-"

"What are you on about?" Simon blinks his eyes and rolls onto his back, a thick arm behind his head and the other stretched out across the empty space where Johnny just was.

Blue eyes shut and his pretty face scrunches up in pain, but he turns around before he thinks either of you can see. His shirt is hastily pulled over his head and he trips over himself pulling on a shoe from the night before.

He doesn't get to leave after throwing on the second one. A big paw of a hand circles his bicep almost completely.

"Don't think you're goin anywhere now, mate. What's this about?" Tired honey eyes look up in confusion and concern, their owner now sitting up and the thick comforter slides down to meet his naked hips. Baby blues can't help but trace the movement.

Your feet touch the cold floor as you get out of bed and circle around to the Scot. "Johnny when did we ever say we don't want you too?"

His head whips up in confusion and he looks between the two of you. "But.. But you-"

"Baby, take those clothes off and get back in bed." Simon pulls lightly on the arm in his grasp and Johnny can't help but follow.

"From now on it's non-negotiable, you stay here with us and get your aftercare in before you even think of leaving. Not that we ever wanted you to."

Big hands pull at the hem of his shirt and it goes without thinking. You stand behind him and wrap your arms around his naked torso to unfasten his jeans.

"Such a pretty boy, Johnny. You're our pretty boy and we want you just as much. Please dont leave us again." Your words bring tears to his eyes again, these ones accompanied by a bright perfect smile and a small huff of disbelief.

The three of you fall back into bed, smothering Johnny in all the kisses and words of love he never even fathomed could be true.

Limbs and tongues tangled alike, and the morning was spent mostly in bed, the Scot wedged tightly between you and Simon. As if he'd still possibly think of leaving now.

[blossoms-phan]

do u think they knew

it was gonna be forever

[gascreates]

a new star

[candlebel]

I can't cry... I want to cry... I feel so much sorrow...

[hawflake-folk]

brought jiaoqiu out to pull for them and the absolute speed at which they arrived...

[dotcircledot]

i miss them

[dollsdigitaldiary]

౨ৎ me too Lana me too..