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[pcbway]

Persistence of Vision Fidget Spinner

#Shared Projects

- It is a fidget spinner which uses Persistence of Vision effect which is an optical illusion whereby multiple discrete images blend into a single image in the human mind.

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Learn more: https://bit.ly/2G2MxGR

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[domesticfluffsimulator]

Requests open

My prayers have been heard, I have 400 followers so I’m opening 400 requests slots

but I can’t write 400 different fics so it’s gonna work as follow:

Each slot is currently 400 words. You tell me how many slots you take for your request and you’ll get a fic that matches the number of words it represents. I’m putting a limit at 20 slots by requests, which is 8,000 words, which is longer than my longest one-shot so I feel like it’s reasonable.

I don’t judge, you can request absolutely anything you want. Send me a ship and a word or a detailed description of what you want to happen, I don’t discriminate. The only thing I won’t do are self-inserts because I’m not comfortable with those, but you can also request OCs if you can link me to a backstory/character sheet/whatever you have. 

You can request an original fic but if you’re interested in my current wips you can also fill requests for them, and I’ll use the slots to work on the next chapter which means it’ll update faster. The full list of options can be found here

what you get by default:

the ship you asked, no ship if you didn’t ask for one no nsfw fluff or angst depending on how I feel about your prompt, unless you specify what you want

what I’ll need you to specify absolutely:

nsfw: if you want me to write you porn just tell me, I’ll deliver, but if it’s not precised I won’t do it, and if you tell me you’re just okay with it I’ll do it or not depending on how I feel

“birb’s white card”: I know I have a very high tolerance of graphic stuff and am always reminded of it the hard way when someones goes “eww” to something that doesn’t make me react at all, so before I gross you out by accident I need to know if you’re okay with graphic descriptions of violent or gore stuff, if you don’t mind explicit descriptions of bad mental health/scarifications/etc. It doesn’t mean you’ll automatically get any of that (you can explicitely request it tho), but I prefer knowing if I have to control myself or not.

You can send a request by ask, by PM, or by filling that google form I made for you, that will guide you through the details! 

All the information can also be found on a page that you can access from desktop at https://domesticfluffsimulator.tumblr.com/requests

[ffxvfemslashweek-blog]

Day 6 is starting now!

The prompt for this day is:  soulmarks

The suggested ship is: Crowe/Cindy

The challenge ship is: Iris/Gentiana

As always, don’t forget to tag or @ “ffxvfemslashweek” to be seen!

[hypergalaxy]

have some altium

yo friends, I can’t stop thinking about them, so have a tiny Crowe/Cindy drabble. (I can’t write either of these girls for the life of me, but damned if I’m not gonna try. I’ve been woefully lacking in my ffxv f/f shipping so far)

Crowe/Cindy (altium), G Well, shit. That's what passes through Crowe's mind, when she first sees her, walking from the garage and towards Crowe. Whoever she is, she's gorgeous, that much is clear straight away. But then she's up close, and she's smiling, and Crowe has to remind herself who she is, because that smile can probably melt even the coldest of hearts, she thinks. She's better than this. It takes more than just a pretty woman with a pretty smile to slay her. Then, the woman opens her mouth, tells Crowe what a nice day it is, asks her if that's her gorgeous bike parked over there, all in this wonderful little drawl of an accent, and Crowe has to rethink her earlier assessment. Perhaps, when that pretty woman with the pretty smile also has an adorable accent... “I'm Cindy,” the woman introduces herself, and whilst it was her face that Crowe noticed first, now she can see there's more to Cindy than just her physical attractiveness. Up close, talking to her, there's just a lightness, an ease, to Cindy, something bright and cheerful and wonderful about her. She feels so warm and friendly, even with a short exchange of words in a matter of moments. “Crowe,” she answers, tries again to remind herself that she's better than this. But Cindy's eyes crinkle upwards into a smile, and Crowe notices faint grease stains smudged across her cheeks. She's done for, she knows suddenly. Entirely done for.

[finalfantasylesbians]

au where crowe plays dead and books it to hammerhead after luche leaves. cindy tends to her. gay happens.

[domesticfluffsimulator]

#025

@hyperstorms asked “what Crowe is up to, post game” and I made it altium just for you <3

She never had the same strength as Libertus, and she had nothing left in Galahd. She had refused plain and simple to go back there and see for herself.

It had been easy during the long night, when people had needed her help. She had reasons to hang out around Hammerhead, she had work to keep herself busy, and who cared about politics when you could barely cross the streets? She wasn’t angry anymore. She was just trying to survive.

Now, though, it was a different story. With Insomnia being rebuilt, the people started going back there, and she stayed in Hammerhead, idle, wondering where her home was.

“Y’know, you don’t… have to go, I guess,” Cindy murmured against the skin of her shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist. “It’s okay to feel detached. You were young, and a lot has happened since.”

Crowe sighed, looking at the sunset. It had become their ritual, these days. “Yeah, I just… want closure, you know? But there’s nothing for me back there, I know it.”

“Where is there something for you, then?”

Crowe leaned against her wife, laced their fingers together on her belly. Their wedding rings clung to each other.

“Here.”

[hypergalaxy]

ffxvrarepairsweek day 2: getting married

title: Now You’re The Future pairing: Crowe Altius/Cindy Aurum (altium) rating: G words: 475 warnings: does sap count? No actual warnings though! prompt: getting married

for @ffxvrarepairsweek day 2! have a tiny little altium drabble to rot your teeth and soothe your soul.

Crowe had never really thought about this day. Not during the harshness of her rough upbringing, certainly not throughout wars and fighting and destruction. And yet.

Crowe had never really thought about this day. Not during the harshness of her rough upbringing, certainly not throughout wars and fighting and destruction. And yet. Here she was, waiting to tie her life together with another's. With a woman who could make Crowe's heart forget how to beat properly. Who could make her laugh and forget any pain. Whose smile lit the sun itself, she often thought. She wasn't usually sentimental, it wasn't her thing, but, well. Days like this kind of called for it, really, and who was she to resist. She thought about the conversation her and Cindy had had last night, tangled in bed together, as they'd talked late into the night and the darkness. Crowe remembered Cindy's fingers, trailing lightly up and down the length of her arm. She remembered how Cindy had looked, that easy smile of affection curving her pretty lips, as her eyes had held Crowe's. They'd laid there together, arms and legs and hearts entangled. She remembered, with a little flush of embarrassment still, how she'd been sentimental last night, too. How she'd blurted out her thoughts without meaning to. How she'd said, “I don't know what I've done to deserve you,” out loud. Cindy had smiled, though, that smile that always made Crowe's heart flip. Crowe had tried then to cover for this slip, with humour and faux nonchalance, her usual, bolshy nature. “I mean,” she'd said, “you're getting a great deal out of this.” Cindy had raised an eyebrow at her, saying, “oh yeah?” Her fingers had continued their light dance down Crowe's arm, and she almost shivered now at the memory. “Yeah,” Crowe had continued. “You're getting a smoking hot wife, who happens to be great in bed.” The laugh Cindy had let out then had been sweet and affectionate, and the sound had settled, deep, inside Crowe's heart. “You know, darlin',” Cindy had drawled, her voice soft, the look in her eyes a teasing glint. “You might have to prove that last part to me. Just to be sure, like. So I know what I'm gettin' myself into here.” Cindy's fingers had trailed across Crowe's collarbone, touch light and easy, and Crowe's skin had fluttered, then, as that touch wandered further down her body. They'd spent the rest of the night laughing and touching, close and intimate. And here they were. Somehow, after all the darkness and the doubts, the hurt and fear, the recovery and joy, they were here, and they were together. Ready to tell the world just what they meant to each other. As Cindy turned towards her, that smile on her face, lighting Crowe's heart with its warmth, she thought to herself how this, this right here, she would keep for herself. The world didn't get to have everything, after all. Some things were meant only for them.

[hypergalaxy]

I need some Crowe awkwardly trying to flirt with Cindy in my life cause damn