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Tumblr Bug??

Is anyone else encountering a bug on Tumblr mobile that traps you in a vicious cycle of climbing 'Read More' to try and, you know, read MORE and it never actually takes you to the full post?

It's really frustrating and saddening. :( I just want to enjoy the content on my dash and I can't.

[sonsoflucis]

lukewarm | nsfw

prompto’s roommate finds herself between shower tile and a hard place. 

a gift for @fluffysmutkitten just ‘cause | no warnings, only smut

Looking over your clothes, you carefully lay out clean pants and your uniform for work, running a hand through your tangled mess of hair. Eyeing the clock on your bedroom wall, you check your phone, because surely that time can’t be right. Closing your closet door, you let out a long, drawn-out sigh when you hear the water running the bathroom. How does he manage this every morning? How is he so damn quiet? “Prom! I have to be at work in an hour!”

When he doesn’t answer, you grab your towel and stomp down the hall, knocking loudly on the door. “Prom!”

“What?”

“You said I could have the first shower.”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind.” He grins widely, lathering shampoo into his hair.

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Well...I have no words.

[eggpuffs]

this movie gives solid advice

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Preach it.

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A/N: something came to mind upon seeing this post, and I went with it. Prompto’s is currently dancing around my brain, maybe his will be next. maybe not. but it’s something.

A groan sounded from low in his throat, eyes heady, half-lidded with desire and hazy from the smoke. It coiled attractively around his head, drifting from his nostrils in a way that seemed draconic. He watched you, leaning against the headboard, lazily bringing the joint to his lips to take another long drag. 

The heat in his gaze lit a fire in your belly. It promised evil things, wicked things; if your mouth wasn’t already preoccupied you would have swallowed nervously. Instead you locked eyes with his sapphire orbs and swirled your tongue exactly in that way he liked, feeling his abs clench beneath your fingers in response. 

He tilted his head back and groaned. His arm fell back against the bed as he gave into the sensations you brought upon him and you counted your victory. You released him from your mouth with a small ‘pop’ and climbed into his lap, bringing his hand to your mouth to take your own drag.  His eyes focused on the way your lips wrapped around the joint and another thrill ran through him at the sight. 

Your Prince sat up then, arms around your waist, lips attached to your neck. Between the weed and your desire your brain was pleasantly fogged, easily coerced into shifting just enough for him to slip inside. Noctis swallowed your resulting moan and when you parted he breathed out your smoke. Your fingers tangled in his hair, striving to keep him as close as possible as he started a slow grind. 

It drove you deeper into the depths, every sensation heightened and drawn out by the drug in your system. 

Afterwards there would be more closeness. Soft touches when he wasn’t dozing, probably another round early in the morning before Ignis woke the prince. For now there was only this, and you reveled in it, his name falling from your lips in a whispered cry. The last of the smoke curling upwards toward the ceiling before the joint went out, finally spent, just as you were. 

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Reblogs for the day crowd

[downallthewaydown]

A/N: something came to mind upon seeing this post, and I went with it. Prompto’s is currently dancing around my brain, maybe his will be next. maybe not. but it’s something.

A groan sounded from low in his throat, eyes heady, half-lidded with desire and hazy from the smoke. It coiled attractively around his head, drifting from his nostrils in a way that seemed draconic. He watched you, leaning against the headboard, lazily bringing the joint to his lips to take another long drag. 

The heat in his gaze lit a fire in your belly. It promised evil things, wicked things; if your mouth wasn’t already preoccupied you would have swallowed nervously. Instead you locked eyes with his sapphire orbs and swirled your tongue exactly in that way he liked, feeling his abs clench beneath your fingers in response. 

He tilted his head back and groaned. His arm fell back against the bed as he gave into the sensations you brought upon him and you counted your victory. You released him from your mouth with a small ‘pop’ and climbed into his lap, bringing his hand to your mouth to take your own drag.  His eyes focused on the way your lips wrapped around the joint and another thrill ran through him at the sight. 

Your Prince sat up then, arms around your waist, lips attached to your neck. Between the weed and your desire your brain was pleasantly fogged, easily coerced into shifting just enough for him to slip inside. Noctis swallowed your resulting moan and when you parted he breathed out your smoke. Your fingers tangled in his hair, striving to keep him as close as possible as he started a slow grind. 

It drove you deeper into the depths, every sensation heightened and drawn out by the drug in your system. 

Afterwards there would be more closeness. Soft touches when he wasn’t dozing, probably another round early in the morning before Ignis woke the prince. For now there was only this, and you reveled in it, his name falling from your lips in a whispered cry. The last of the smoke curling upwards toward the ceiling before the joint went out, finally spent, just as you were. 

[frvent]

i live for older girls who take care of you and give you advice on weird things w/o judging bc they’ve experienced it and are just so warm. my only goal in life is to be that for others one day

[inactive3e3e]

Dear literally any older girl that’s been lovely to me or given me any kind advice, I <3 u

[downallthewaydown]

Shout out to every woman on my summer league team 🙌🙌❤️❤️❤️

[princeyandanxiety]

“Fanfiction,” you begin, a slowly growing smirk on your face, and I feel embarrassment creep up on me. I know what’s coming. “Isn’t that all just weird gay dude porn?”

I know it’s coming, and every time, I am unprepared. I stutter out a few ashamed sentences, things that sound unbelievable to you, an outsider, but I know for truth. “It’s not all like that,” I say, “Some is really good,” I say.

You laugh, and continue with a different line of conversation.

But despite the hot embarrassment, and shame, and resolve to hide it deeper, I still feel… pity for you. For what you’ve missed.

Because…

Yeah, I have written gay romances. I’ve explored the first meeting of a lesbian couples. I’ve pieced together sweet little anecdotes of different gender couples. I’ve looked at the slice of life of friends, of siblings. The comforts of queerplatonic partners. The dynamics of polyamory.

That’s just what I’ve written. And I haven’t written much.

But I have seen.

Different points of view, emphasis of different characters, rewrites of canon because damn it they deserved better. Alternative-universes of every colour, from the most mundane of coffee shops to crossovers to complicated and intricate high fantasy and science fiction scenarios.

And I have felt.

I have giggled at the realistic and hilarious banter of close friends. I have gasped in horror as an antagonist throws down my hero, putting them in their final, most desperate hour. I have cried tears upon tears as my favorite has lost all they hold dear. Sometimes I’ve felt more strongly with fanfiction than when reading published novels.

And it’s. All. Free.

Drabbles 100 words all the way to novels and series of two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, half a goddamn million words and more. Emotionally moving, distress inducing, tear jerking, joy bringing, take your pick and flavor and go for it, free of charge.

So… yes.

I pity you.

You don’t know just what you’re missing out on.

[a-valorous-choice]

This is important ❤️

Thank you to all you amazing fanfiction writers! You’ve provided me with hours of entertainment (and feels)

[notsofinalfantasies-deactivated]

Anonymous asked: Hiya! Could I maybe ask for some headcanons of the Chocobros comforting a s/o who’s just, kinda down? Like nothing negative has affected them, but they just feel upset and nothing can really bring them up (aside from the bros😉). I’ve been feeling this way on and off recently, and a big wave took over me for most of the day, and I’m just now starting to feel a bit better! I understand if you’d rather not write for this idea, thank you so much and have a lovely day/night!💙

Okay love, I know you asked for headcanons but I found myself coming up with scenarios instead. I hope you don’t mind! I hope you’re feeling better and anyone else who is having a day like this, I hope these help a little <3

Tagging: @the-immortal-marshal , @tatacametoearth , @lazarustrashpit , @lucisizunia , @goldenbluebunny , @amicitonia , @theyearofdiamonddogs , @thesilencebeforeastorm , @vundis-scientia , @demidemon09 , @seachelle-the-tideborn , @theimmortalbae , @wispofisis .

Warnings: Just a little low self-esteem which the bro’s always make better :)

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Noctis

“(y/n), are you even listening to me?” Noctis brought you out of your trance. His worried ocean hues trying to find you in your vacant expression.

“Huh?” Your reply only confirmed his reason to be worried. Your fingers wrapped gently around the once hot coffee cup. The entire conversation was lost to you staring into space in the diner.

“What’s wrong?” He asked before standing and making his way around the table to place himself next to you.

You had been feeling low and un-energetic all day and could only hope that meeting with your boyfriend would somehow lift your spirits. Apparently not.

“I honestly don’t know Noct.” A defeated sigh left your lips as your grip on the coffee cup grew tighter. The froth that sat in the middle, slowly melting away “I just…feel like shit.”

“You mean sick?” The raven haired Prince asked as his arm slowly made it’s way around your shoulder.

“No not sick. Just low. I don’t even know why.” You shook your head trying to understand it yourself. You had been trying to think of reasons as to why you felt like this but none came and that honestly made you feel worse.

“It’s okay. I get that sometimes too.” He chuckled lightly.

“You do?” You turned your head to meet his handsome smile.

“Yeah. There doesn’t have to be a reason for it. People can’t expect you to have a smile on your face every day.” He took hold of your shoulder and gently leaned your head into his chest, pressing his lips to your forehead “But you know what I do when I feel like you are now?”

“No. What do you do?”

“I do something that makes me happy.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat thrumming against your eardrum.

“And what makes you happy?” You asked curiously.

“You make me happy…” Your lips curled up into a smile as you snuggled further into his arms “…and ice cream.” You began to giggle into his chest, your spirits already beginning to lift “So…wanna get an ice cream and then go back to my place and make out?”

“Such a mature Prince…” You lifted your head to meet his azure hues and graceful smile “…I would really like that.”

~~~

Prompto

There is a saying that silence is golden. But your silence was very unwelcomed with Prompto. He hated that you were so quiet. Every time he looked at you and you him, he was met not with a happy smile but a sad one. He hoped you would eventually cheer up and snap out of whatever the hell it was that was wrong with you but that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. So he bit the bullet and decided to ask the one thing that had been bothering him.

“(y/n)?” You tore your eyes away from the television to look at the freckled blonde, who seemed nervous “Have–I done something wrong?” His hands rested on his knees, his thumbs gently tapping the tops of his caps.

“No Pom Pom. Why?”

“You just don’t seem yourself.”

You scrunched your face up in annoyance. Not that you were annoyed with Prompto, just annoyed at yourself for letting Prompto see you like this.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel all that happy today.” You answered honestly “None of it is your fault Prom. I woke up like it.” You sighed.

Prompto stood from the sofa and made his way over to you, grabbing a blanket that was draped over the end. He plonked himself down next to you and draped the blanket over your knees.

“You want cuddles?” He asked opening his arms out, causing the slightest smile to begin forming on your lips.

“Cuddles sounds nice.” You replied as you put your feet up and relaxed into his hold.

“You want kisses?” He asked as he took your hand and began pecking the back of it.

“Kisses sound good.” You giggled as his lips began peppering your face with short and sweet kisses.

“You want tickles?”

“Tickles sounds–wait–what?” You asked as you looked at his cheeky baby blue eyes and the smile he wore “Prompto, don’t you dare!”

But your protests were ignored as his hands descended onto you and began their assault. Your screaming and laughter rang around the room as your boyfriend did a good job of making you cry happy tears.

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Ignis

Ignis grew immediately concerned when he had phoned you to tell you he would be working late. He thought that maybe it had upset you that he wasn’t spending enough time with you. Your sad tone and the lack of enthusiasm in your voice gave it away.

So you were surprised to find him stood outside of your workplace in the pouring rain with an umbrella for protection. You carefully walked down to meet him at the bottom of the steps.

“Iggy? I thought you were working late?” You called out as the heaviness of the rain was making it almost impossible to hear. He held out his hand like a true gentleman to help you down the last couple of slippery steps.

“I was my love. But then I realised I had far more important things to attend to.” He pulled you under the umbrella, your bodies in close proximity of one another.

“Attend to?” You asked confused.

“Yes (y/n). You.” He pressed his lips to the tip of your nose and wiped away any stray raindrops that rested on your face “Are you okay? You didn’t sound yourself on the phone.”

His emerald eyes inspected your features closely. He was always observant and more so with you. If there was something wrong, you most certainly weren’t going to be able to hide it from him.

“I’m just feeling a little down Ignis. Nothing to worry about. Really.” You smiled sadly and it broke his heart seeing you like that.

“Ah. But I do worry. Hence as to why I’ve taken the rest of the evening off, so I can spend it with you.” You smiled lovingly at his kind gesture as he took your hand and lifted it to his soft lips.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“For you, I would do anything.” He looked out to the pouring rain “This weather certainly isn’t going to help you to feel brighter though. Why don’t we stop somewhere for a bite to eat?”

“That sounds like a great idea.” You smiled. Ignis took your hand ready to walk but you halted him “Ignis…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. Just you showing up here has lifted my mood already.”

He replied with a reassuring squeeze of your hand and a tender kiss to your lips.

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Gladio

“(y/n), you didn’t show up for our morning run. What’s up?” Gladio entered your bedroom to find you still in bed in your pyjamas.

“I really didn’t feel like it today Gladdy.” You groaned and pulled the duvet over your head.

“C'mon babe. What’s going on?” He asked and sat himself on the edge, his hand resting on your shoulder over the duvet.

You let out a huff and threw the duvet cover off to find Gladio smirking with his eyebrows raised “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because your hair is a mess and you look cute.”

The smirk remained and you rolled your eyes “Not helping my mood here Gladio.”

“And what is your mood?”

“I don’t know. I feel…sad. like I wanna cry for no reason.” You shrugged and began to play with the string attached to your pyjama bottoms.

“Time of month?”

Before he could get another word in you had grabbed a pillow and smacked him as hard as you could around the head with it “No you jerk!”

The sudden attack had spurred Gladio to grab a pillow himself and it quickly spiralled into a full blown pillow fight. Your mood had been replaced with laughter and giggling between you both. In the end Gladio won and had you pinned to the bed.

“Feel better?” He asked as he placed a flurry of kisses to your cheeks, nose and lips.

“A little.” You exhaled. Completely puffed out from the fight.

“A little? You got to beat the crap out of me with a pillow, what more could you need?” He chuckled and sprawled out next to you, sounding just as out of breath.

“There is one more thing I could think of.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You didn’t reply. Just curled yourself up next Gladio, burying your head into his chest. He reciprocated and wrapped his strong arms around you. You always felt safe in his hold “A snuggle huh?” You hummed in agreement “Don’t worry babe. I got you.”

[alia-turin]

That was so sweet! Much needed these days, thank you dear

[ruiojousama]

“Try Me”

for @ffxvrarepairsweek Day 1 - “Try Me” Woopsie. I wasn’t actually supposed to do any angst, but it kinda just…went there lol. I have been longing to do a World of Ruin version of Loqi and I daresay he looks…a tad bit juicy. Well who knows, he’s busy with hunts and rescue jobs he probably needs to build up some muscle. 

[mrbenzedrine89]

I fixed it. Who is in your battle party?

(Mine is Cor, Aranea, and Prompto)

[rwarberries]

Ravus, Ardyn, Iris and Ignis…. Hmmmmmm

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I did the last four, and it's Ignus, Ravus, Luna, Gladio.

Pretty fuckin solid LEGO

[thatonedaydream]

Play (Reader x Bahamut)

A/N: Yes. You read correctly. If Gentiana has a human form, fucking everyone else can do it too. Fucking fight meeeeee. Don’t judge, I promise what’s inside is as wholesome as can be.

★★★★★ 

It was a nice enough day to have the tables set up outside the cafe. 

It seemed like a lot of people had the same idea to have brunch with a friend or family member or even by themselves to enjoy the sun and warm breeze. It made you smile, seeing people enjoying such a leisurely activity. Sure working at a cafe wasn’t the most glamourous job in the world, but you met so many people and sometimes it felt like you made a difference in their day just by offering a smile and great cup of tea or coffee.

However something different was in store for you this time.

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This is incrediblw oh my God. I've always wondered if the other Astrals ever came down from time to time and played human and this was so perfect!

Do you think you'll write the others or just keep it at Bahamut? Either way, awesome story. Thanks for writing and sharing it. :)

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A concept:

Noctis saying “yeet” every time he warps

[dizzymoogle]

Prompto Being…Prompto ❤️

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What a cutie.

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vinculum (ravus x reader)

**A/N: **hi hello yes i did not mean for this to be my first smoot piece (i have a noct one in my inbox i wanted to tackle before this) but in my defense @lunatic-charm is in denial about her feelings for a certain Tenebraen prince and i just… had to… do something to help my friend out. and i suppose i wanted to leave a lil’ treat for you guys before i left too :3

word count: 852

it’s a smoot so nsfw bruh; small choking tw

Tagging: @lunatic-charm, @ladychocoberry, @glacliolus, @hextme, @roses-and-oceans, @gladiolus-mamacitia, @strikecommandher, @cupnoodle-queen​, @louisvuittontrashbags

Your name is reverent on his lips, a prayer, a desperate, longing plea. 

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[andercas]

I feel like when you’re writing, organizing chapters and dialogue is easy

but jfc, the amount of time it takes to constantly keep people moving and make sure they’re in the right spaces and trying to come up with wording for it is always such a shock. 

Like, fuck, I made you pick up a coffee cup, you need to put it down at some point. also I can’t remember what I dressed you in, can you push up your sleeves? I don’t remember if you even have your shirt on.

and YOU. YOU OVER THERE, you got out of your chair earlier, but did you come back yet? Are you coming back? Where did you even go and why’d you get up? Fuck, I can’t make you sit down again already, you just stood up, go…over there. go get more coffee. Did you bring your mug with you? fine. bring the pot to the table and—wait, wasn’t the coffee pot already over here? shit, hold on, I need to go back and re-read and re-write

[julystorms]

this is the most relevant thing i have ever read.

[thlayli-rah]

I think one of the most wild things as a writer is the sensation that you’re not actually directing your characters– they’re sort of directing themselves, and you’re scrambling around attempting to copy down whatever it was that they just did, but they don’t wait for you to finish copying. They just keep walking and talking and moving around and existing of their own volition and at some point you look up and you’re like “WHOA OKAY EVERYBODY BACK THE FUCK UP WHERE ARE WE”

It’s kind of like trying to write sheet music for an orchestra while it’s playing

[kjsama]

#thatwritinglife

[lifeandlovesofemmalinethewriter]

@cats-galactic @kyleandthekids

[sassy-un-classy-blog]

It’s kind of like trying to write sheet music for an orchestra while it’s playing 

Oh my god its in words

[gladiolus-mamacitia]

The Secret Side of Ignis Scientia

Ignis Stupeo Scientia, strategist and royal adviser to Noctis Lucis Caelum, the next King of Lucis. Everyone that has ever met this man would tell you that he is prim, proper, and has everything in order …… and they’re wrong. 

When Ignis is stressed, it’s reflected in his home’s office. Papers and books stacked and scattered on his desk, the floor, even on his chair. All his pens? Shiva knows. Document deadlines were so anxiously close that he quite literally contemplated writing a report with an old crayon he found under the bookcase that belonged to Noctis when he was young.

Drinks straight out of the coffee pot, has burnt his tongue too many times to care at this point, and how his taste buds are still in tact are a miracle.

Short on time? Will refuse to take breaks until the work is complete, resulting in lack of sleep…. and also resulting in falling asleep in the middle of eating when he finally gets a moment’s rest. He was so embarrassed when Gladio found him asleep in his office with his face buried in a half eaten sandwich, please don’t tell Noct. 

Trips on nothing when at home. Staaahp I could have dropped my croissant! 

Went to work once in non-matching socks when he was running late.

He has many unbelievable and useless skills, like making his pecs dance. Yes, he can do that. Ignis unfortunately learned it from Gladio. He’ll only do it if he’s in a crowded room and knows no one is looking at him but the Prince. He will make eye contact and do it, keeping a straight face as Noct stares in confusion and shock. Ignis will only ever do it in these situations. Why? Because no one will believe him. *deletes evidence* 

Double jointed. Can almost rotate his feet a full 360 degrees in either direction, Prompto thinks it’s disgusting.

Knows Lucian Sign Language…. but only the curse words.

Has accidentally called King Regis “father”. When he finally realized what he said, he felt his soul leave his body for a split moment. Ramuh, strike me down. Regis simply smiled and said “That’s okay, son.” 

Will never admit it, but he misses cuddling with Noctis during naptime like they did when they were little. Feeling the sleepy prince pressed against his side was a comforting feeling that he will never forget. 

Noctis was also his first kiss. They were just kids, and Noct saw nothing wrong with this, but Ignis was so flustered and couldn’t speak for a solid ten minutes…. and when he finally did, he asked if they could do it again. Noctis will sometimes mention it when they’re alone, but Ignis pretends to ignore him or not remember. Inside, he’s screaming. 

[roses-and-oceans]

THIS IS THE FUGGIN BESR HE ISNSUCH A GPDDAMN DORK I LOVE HIM HE IS MY HUSBAND 💖💝💝💓❣

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This is hella cute.

For the mismatched socks one I feel like someone would have noticed and called him on it but the man is smooth af and made a like that no, this is just a fashion statement you pleb and he now wears mismatched socks all the time just to keep the lie going. He can't stop.