#always gotta think ahead...

[wombywoo]

Does Vincent have a preferred nickname? and does Quinn call him anything particular??

I think in general, Vincent prefers his full first name, and in formal settings, his last name. Only those close to him will call him a shortened version; Stuart calls him Vin, and Quinn calls him Vince, etc, and on verrry rare occasions he'll allow Vinny (though only Birdie is brave enough to call him this 😇) As for Quinn calling him particular pet names, he sticks with his given name most of the time, but when they're alone and intimate, he'll spare him a few 'loves' or 'babes' 🥺

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in Tokyo ahead of the 2016 Japanese GP | x

[sheliesshattered]

when the murder follows you home

[azaracyy]

a lesson on good karma digimon survive week 2024 day 4: supporting characters

[vigilskeep]

saying this at an extremely random time because i truly don’t mean it in the direction of anyone or any message in particular, but if we could maybe in general just keep in mind that i am not actually an Authority on anything i talk about. ur compliments are very lovely and i appreciate them sm, and i know i do make posts kind of intentionally in a way where they’re supposed to make people laugh and get attention and thus a follower count or whatever, but just, i have had a bad experience or two with it feeling a bit out of my control and people getting... over-excited? and putting me on a pedestal or something which stops being fun pretty fast and can be uncomfortable both for me and for others in the same fandom space. ideally i’d like to have the really wonderful level of interaction i do have here while a) being responsible with it and b) having my own boundaries. i would love us all to keep in mind that i am just another random guy on the internet who, particularly if we’re not mutuals, you don’t know and who doesn’t know you. and, perhaps a separate point, that i’m a random white guy on the internet and i get things wrong, which is one of many reasons you should not be listening to me to the exclusion of all else, and, for example, over the voices of fans of colour. the last thing i ever ever want, in that situation or any other, is for it to be intimidating to question/discuss/criticise something i’ve said. i think if we remember all that, we can be chill and have a chill time? that’s all i want to do instead of sounding like i’m issuing press releases which i kind of do right nowww okay bye i’m going back 2 sleep 💤💤💤

[jichanxo]

sunday six (i have been writing i pinkie promise)

tags: @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

all my wips are spiralling out of control. anyway here's kuwagami again

“Slow down.” Kuwana spoke over him. “And breathe. You’re panicking again.”

Yagami went quiet and did as he was told, but only because it sounded like a good idea. Breathed in, out. Kuwana listened as he did.

“It’s just me.” Kuwana told him. “Talking to me isn’t a big deal, alright? You don’t have to be like this, like you’re... scared, or something. It’s not like you.”

Yagami laughed, ringing hollow even in his own ears. “Scared?”

“Then what is it?” Kuwana prompted. “That you feel about me?”

His heart supplied the word immediately, but it caught in his throat awkwardly. He choked around it, unable to get it out. Yagami’s mouth was open, but he didn’t say it, didn’t know if he could, if he wanted to.

[grace4867]

Hi hi (one last time digitally)

[bookwyrminspiration]

sat down like okay. gotta be serious for a second to figure out this kink in my story. it might be annoying, it might take some effort, but it's crucial for the end result. and then 30 seconds in I realized I'd actually worked it out a few days ago

[rox-reads]

taylor... i hope you pay for their med bills later :(

[silent-scribbs]

Working on my au to realize I rlly do need to fully design/redesign everyone

And outfits

Theres

So, SO many different ways to draw everyone… ouchie </3

[faething-n-frothing]

“Do you remember the taste of strawberries” and “The shire is saved, just not for me”… and…

[void-botanist]

Heads up seven up

@writernopal tagged me for this a hot minute ago and I left y'all on the tiniest of cliffhangers with my last line tag, so here's sevenish sentences of this scene from Declan's perspective.

Rodney kept looking at him from the driver’s seat while pretending that he wasn’t. For the first two minutes it was ignorable, but even with his arm propped up on the passenger side door and his head leaned into his hand so he could endlessly twist his hair between his fingers, he was still catching Rod’s glances. “What?” he finally said as they passed by the cemetery. Rodney looked at him properly. “Nothing. Just thinking about the trip.” “What about it?” “It’s going to be a long trip. Even if everything went perfectly I don’t think we can make it in under three weeks.” “So why do you keep looking at me?” “I know you said two weeks, but…I don’t know if that’s long enough. We’ve all been on the ship a lot lately, and going from two months to two weeks is kind of intense.”

I'll tag the people who left me tags on the last line (but since I just tagged you lol extra don't feel any pressure): @writinglittlebeasts @sunset-a-story @chayscribbles @kahvilahuhut @vacantgodling

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kingkendrick7 @outpost51

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI TO GET YOUR TOWEL FOR YOU

You realized a bit too late. The second the water turned off and you quickly reached for the towel to dry yourself off— only to find an empty hook. You immediately froze, chest tightening with dread. No towel. No robe. Just you, dripping and freezing fucking cold, standing butt naked in the middle of the bathroom like a damn fool.

You could already feel the heat rising to your face. And the worst part? The only other person home was Toji.

You hesitated, clutching the shower curtain with one hand while debating if you could air-dry yourself to death. But the bathroom was already cooling fast, and you were definitely not about to slip and die just because you were too embarrassed to ask for help.

You cracked the bathroom door open, slightly poking your head out, voice small but sounding incredibly desperate. “Toji?”

He responded instantly, that familiar deep rumble from the living room. “Yeah, kid?”

You swallowed hard. “I, uh… I forgot my towel. It’s in the basket by my room. Can you… grab it?”

There was a pause, and then a chuckle— low and drawn out. You could hear him getting up, the sound of his heavy footsteps approaching you.

“You serious?” he said, voice already laced with some type of judgmental amusement. “You’re a grown woman, and you still forget shit like this?”

You groaned, hiding behind the door. “Tojiii, please”

He appeared a second later, the door creaking as he opened it slightly— wider than it needed to be. He didn’t look in, but he leaned against the frame like he had all the time in the world. The towel hung from one hand, annoyingly out of your reach.

“Well now,” he said, tone thick with typical annoying teasing. “How’s my girl always ending up in trouble like this? What if I wasn’t home, huh? You gonna go streaking down the hall for it?”

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Toji—!”

“I’m just saying”, he drawled, grinning. “You gotta start thinking ahead, sweetheart. Can’t be looking after you like this forever”.

“Then give me the damn towel!”

He finally handed it to you, but not before letting his fingers brush your hand— lingering and warm, a little too familiar. “There,” he murmured. “Now dry off before you catch a cold. Unless you were hoping I’d come in and do it for you”.

You yanked the towel in from his hand and slammed the door shut, heart in your throat.

His laugh echoed down the hallway. “You know where to find me if you need help with the rest, darling”.

[classyrbf]

thinking about trucker!toji who picks you up on the side of the road while you’re hitchhiking. You’re standing there all pretty in your shorts and crop top, backpack slung over your shoulder holding your thumb up. Of course he had to stop and give you a ride. “Where you headed?” He glances you as you get comfortable in your seat next to him.

“North. I’m guessing you’re headed that way too?” You laugh, flashing a smile at him. He’s older, but he’s cute. A little muscle on his arms, trucker hat worn backwards, and hazel green eyes.

“You’d be correct.” He nodded.

“Well, thank you for picking me up. Some asshole dropped me off and I was standing there for like an hour.” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “And my phones dead. Lucky me, right?”

“I gotta charger for you in the glovebox, darling. Go ahead and use it.” He points at it.

“Ugh, thank you!” You squeal, opening the glovebox and grabbing the wire, plugging it into your phone and see the low battery icon on your screen. “It’s working! Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. A pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t be left stranded. Anyone know you’re on your way to wherever you’re going?” He questioned, his fingers tapping against the wheel.

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Left by myself.” He let out a scoff, shaking his head at you. “Aye, Mister, don’t judge.”

A laugh erupted from his chest, throwing his hands up in defense. “Not judging, just admiring you for your bravery.” He looks over at you, winking.

“Mmph, whatever,” you huff. There’s a few seconds of silence before you turn to him, your eyes catching how tight his jeans are around his thighs, highlighting the bulge in his pants. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Excuse me?” He chuckles, completely caught off guard by your question, looking over at you.

“Can…I…suck…your…cock?” You sound out each word for him, inching closer and closer. “Just payback for being so nice and not leaving me out in the blazing heat, you know?” You smile at him, eager to undo his jeans.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He smirks, licking his lips.

“So is that a yes?” You raise a brow.

Glug, glug, glug.

“Ughhh, fuckk, baby,” Toji moans, hand resting on your head as you take him down your throat. You’re able to take his cock fully down your throat, tears pricking your eyes before you gag and come up for air.

You smile up at him, spit messily coating your lips, while you jerk him off, squeezing your palm around his shaft the closer you get to his swollen head. “Pay attention to the road, Mister.” You kiss his tip, giving it small kitten licks that make his hips jolt. You wrap your lips around his tip, tongue circling around it while lightly sucking.

“Shittt, your mouth feels so fucking good,” his eyes roll back for a quick second before having to focus on the road again, moans falling past his lips so easily. You’re slurping on his cock like a popsicle, moaning and bobbing your head up and down. “Good little cocksucker, aren’t you, darling?” He breathily chuckles, glancing down at you.

Pop!

“Mhmmm,” you respond, blinking up at with thick lashes, slapping his cock on your wet tongue. “I guess it’s both our lucky day,” you say before licking a long strip from his base all the way to his tip, spitting all on it. He shivers at the sensation, your lips pressing kisses all the way up his shaft until you take him down your throat again, eyes clenching shut when you feel your nose press against his pelvis.

You cough on his cock, gagging before quickly coming up for more air, sucking in a breath. “You’re gonna make me crash this truck if you don’t slow down,” he moans, biting down on his bottom lip. Both of your hands wrap around his dick, jerking him off with a wicked smile on your face. He can tell you’re enjoying this way too much, probably more than him, but seeing you so eager to make him cum only turns him on more.

“We can always pull over,” you suggest, pulling the hem of your crop top up to reveal your tits, no bra of course. You massage them right in front of his face, pulling at your hard nipples and whimpering in his ear. Toji can’t help but look over every few seconds.

“Oh, darling, you’re fucking evil,” he whines, so very desperate to latch his mouth on those nipples of yours and suck them. You giggle, jerking his cock faster and harder. “You got such pretty tits…keep playing with them…it’s gonna make me fucking cum.”

You’re groping and squeezing them, letting your spit drool all over your skin, rubbing it in. His cock twitches in your hand, a sign that he’s close. “You sure you don’t wanna pull over, Mister?” You smirk. “As a reward I’ll let you cum in my pussy?” You moan out, your teeth catching your lower lip. Within seconds, warm cum spurts out of his cock, landing over your hand, his shirt and the steering wheel.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkkk,” he groans, hips bucking up into your hand as he rides out his orgasm. It’s so hard for him to keep his eyes from rolling back, from crashing this damn truck. His head is swirling all while you’re laughing in his ear and licking his cum off your fingers. “Holy shit, darling,” he breathes out. He pulls over on the side of the road, feeling like he’s gonna pass out if he doesn’t slow down.

“Something wrong?” You question, pulling your shirt down, and looking ahead at the highway before looking at him again. His eyes are hazy, and his soft cock is still out of his jeans.

“You said you don’t have anywhere to go, right?” He asks. You confusingly, shake your head. “How bout you come ride along with me, huh?” He offers, pulling you closer to him.

“Really?!” You excitedly replied.

“Uh huh.” He nods. “Sit right here looking pretty and keep me satisfied,” he explains. “Of course I’ll also keep you satisfied too. You deserve it.”

“Mmmm, I’ll do it, but what’s your name?” You squint your eyes at him.

“What’s yours?” He playfully asks.

“Y/n, but I actually like when you call me darling instead,” you admit.

“Oh, yeah? I’ll keep to it then. I’m Toji,” he says, caressing his hand over your thigh. “It’s nice of you to join me on my trip, darling.”

“Nice of you to invite me.”

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[diredeliverance]

God I wish Return to Candlekeep was just slightly longer that was for me the Good Shit. The two monks who try to show your party members your baby photos and won't stop talking about how you used to get naked and run around as a toddler. I keep thinking about that. It's so beautiful.