#glompto

[clownleys]

I'm a long time follower and I love your blog, I'm happy to see you again on my dash <33

Would you give a shoutout to a few of your fav mutuals and spread positivity too? <3

darling, this made me feel so happy and warm inside, you have no idea! how long have you been around? 👀 i love all my mutuals dearly, so i can't choose any faves. but i do want to appreciate the people that make me smile here everyday, so i'll give a shoutout to those who i see regularly in my notes or interact with, both mutuals and followers (including you, dearie!!) in the order of appearance: you dear!, @tikitikitu, @nicenightmare13, @cryolyst, @alexrrr, @cononeillbreastingboobily, @cantputitintowords, @mudalchemy, @anon 💋, @violetwreck, @very-authorized-author, @witchwhaat, @chaoticjuless, @way-to-go-lad, @voidistooshortforausername, @livy-doll, @eucatlyptus, @essaytime, @maurice-a-novel, @antea21, @thriceandonce, @holi-holy, @knifebun, @kli-kli, @pointlesshroom, @atencjuszka, @trevoristhemandarin, @pinkie-satan, @svantetic, @ichithecupcake, @chleby-i-ksiezyce, @iorwethh, @soraaiame, @glompto, @spiremire, @ocaenvvaves, @fangable, @warczacy, @svantetic, @chleby-i-ksiezyce, @yukinojou, @neutron-stars-collision, @a-lost-little-eevee, @sadchtulhu, @youre-you-i-am-me.....

alright im pretty sure i broke some sorta limit bc it won't tag people anymore? so anyway! here's a tiny portion of the people i really love on here! 💕

[hopesapowerfulthing]

Thanks for the tag @l0velett1ng I love doing these!!

Last Song: I've Been obsessed with Robert DeLongs "favorite color is blue" recently

Favorite color: Royal Purple! Or really any darker shade of purple works, I also love dark greens

Currently watching: I've had The 100 on as background noise but I recently finished actively watching Midnight Mass by Mike Flanagan again and it always puts my brain through a loop

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: I would say sweet since I'm craving chocolate rn but also those small pretzels? Actual addiction there

Relationship status: Happily Single

Current Obsession: Man too many things, its a personality flaw at this point, but the main one would probably be the DC universe rn since I'm trying to get into it,,, there's so much. Also forever Hannibal and Merlin Tagging (if you want to): @fintanwashere @glompto @chaotictomtom @sanguinesubpoena @gotstabbedbyapen @insanitysmiles @maria-rayro @clear-what-i-was-seeing @cunn1ngboy + anyone who wants to jump in!

Nine people i'd like to get to know better:

Tagged by: @bell-of-indecision, thank you so much for tagging me <3

Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

Tagging: @somin-yin @a-cloud-for-dreams @axepen @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @basic-bitch-alkali @rhysaka @blackknight-100 @squishywizardd @reykalot

[little-lenjamin]

The Behemoth and the Chocobo

[wirefoxboys]

If this aint your Promptio dynamic you're doing it wrong . AKA they love each other and can be mushy but in the end neither one can miss a joke.

[krisrix]

Jealousy or thirst? 😩💦💓💪

Enlist in our Patreon to get sketches, BTS/WIPs, and finished pieces way in advance - for both fanart and original content. You can even offer suggestions for drawings like this for only $1!

⫸ patreon - ateliermuse

[justyouandmezine]

We’re finally ready to announce the contributors for the Promptio Zine!

All of these great artists and writers will be working hard over the next couple months to make awesome content for this project. In the meantime, please check out their works and send them some love!

Important dates to remember:

- Feb 28 - Final contributions due

- March 11 - Release date for the zine

(Life is unpredictable and these dates are subject to change, but we’ll do our best to stick to schedule!)

Thank you for your continued support! We look forward to sharing an amazing zine with you soon :)

- the Mods at Promptio Zine

Full list of contributors under the cut!

Artists

Andrillian Blind Royal Guardian CloudNineKitty fairygodpiggy GodsPoison Jill P. Kazu Teppelin kuiperdraws Lynxrider MissYunfa Narci Nia OkayCookies Teapot Tila

Writers

downrightfierce Erika Williams Ignis-Sassentia Invisible Deity JojiAttack Joudama Lhugbereth littlecakes loveiscomicsin Mahokoyuki MsChievous Shoob StrangeAndIntoxicating SunshineAndSnark TheDarkLordMegatron

[ignis-sassentia]

A teeny tiny little teaser for my piece for @justyouandmezine. So, so honored to be part of this project with so many incredible folks! Keep your eyes open for pre-order info soon. 

[magesona]

I AM LIVING FOR PROMPTIO RN GUYS

[letshareapapou]

💖💖💖

[fullmetalhearts]

I want you to know that I feel the same way about your tags and even tho we don't talk, when I see you on my dash, I always read your tags like they are little snippets of news clippings. Especially when they're about shows I do not watch. Thank you for the hug. Tonight's been rough. 💖💖💖

Same!!! I love to read your tags and watch you post about deranged little men I know nothing about. I'm always genuinely so excited to see you on my dash.

I'm sending more hugs your way, I hope whatever is going on gets easier. 💞💞

[luciferschoice-art]

Just a bunch of unfinished FFXV Art and sketches. Made in livestream or private. The last two I actually want to finish, but as always I will not promise anything. I just want to do WAY to many things lately...aaaah. The “this is who I am gay for” image is from a  squad meme thing... xD” Would love to draw Ignis/Noct like this as well haha! (was a request in my livestream <3) bigger file on my dA:  https://luziferschoice.deviantart.com/art/FFXV-sketchdump-02-738547998 – ▌ Tools used: Clip Studio Paint ▌ Art: by me ▌ Character / Design / © belong to Square Enix / Final Fantasy XV ▌ NO USE WITHOUT PERMISSION  / NO REPOST

[rkcarts]

Part 1 of 5 

(hold on to your butts this is gonna be long)

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So, I got this ask a couple days ago, and while I’d love for the story of our boys first finding out they’re having a baby to be pure and simple fluff, Prompto’s past complicates things :’)

part of my werewolf/shifter au

[moonwaif]

Raise your hand if you’re a part of the

“I Always Ship the Side Characters More than the Main Pairing” Club ©

[caseofthestolenspecs]

Promptober Day 30: Found

(For @miluette‘s Promptober!) (Also, this is dedicated to @miluette, as this was based on an idea we came up with awhile ago. <3)

Ever since they’d first started dating, Prompto left little handwritten notes everywhere for Gladiolus. He’d made a game out of it; sometimes they’d be out in the open for him to find with little difficulty, but most of the time they’d be tucked away, hidden in the most random of places. He kept a tally on how many Gladiolus would find in the end, and how long it would take him to do so.

The notes’ contents varied. While some were lovey-dovey (plenty of “I love you”s), the majority were written with the intention of making the large man laugh. The messages alternated between being downright nonsensical (“Ever seen a pink Garulessa?”) or borderline insulting if they weren’t so ridiculous (“Are those your eyebrows or did someone glue caterpillars to your face?”).

Every day when Gladiolus woke in the morning, he’d wonder where he’d find one of Prompto’s little love notes next. Would it be in his clothing bag? Taped to the bottom of his dinner plate? Tucked into one of his books? Or would he wake up to find it stuck in his hair, taped to the wispy strands that hung at the back of his neck? Every day was a surprise, and Gladiolus looked forward to it. They were a little glimmer of sunshine when he needed it the most, especially when life took its first steps down a darker path, eventually leading to an inevitable event.

The day Noctis disappeared into the crystal, they’d all lost their best friend, the glue holding their small group together. The stress and dread of what was to come, of the unknown, was too much for them to bear. The air was tense. Hearts were fragile. Writing love notes didn’t even cross Prompto’s mind anymore; all that remained were thoughts of Noctis, of how badly he missed him, how badly he wanted to see him again. Gladiolus was no better, and Ignis didn’t speak to either of them much from that day onward, lost in his own endless sea of thoughts.

As a result, Gladiolus and Prompto didn’t make it. After everything they’d been through together, they ended up walking different paths, going their separate ways - searching for something that neither of them were sure even existed. They needed time apart, time to find themselves.

Prompto didn’t have any love notes left in his system at that point... that is, except for one. After they’d said their goodbyes, Prompto decided to leave Gladiolus one final note, one really good one that he had been saving for a special occasion. When he had a moment alone, he tucked it inside one of Gladiolus’ belongings, someplace he knew the man had a chance of stumbling upon it one day. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Prompto left that up to chance, to fate.

Ten years later, a miracle took place - their best friend returned to them. Though it was only temporary, it was what they had all needed for their hearts to heal at last.  They rebuilt their bond, administered medicine, sought comfort in the form of smiles, laughter, and tears. And when it came time, they said their final goodbyes with the break of the new dawn. They were able to provide a proper send-off, to show their gratitude for their dear friend. Noctis brought the light back to Eos, and with it, hope. Joy.

Love.

Gladiolus never let go of Prompto from that day forward.

….

Gladiolus slumped down against the couch one afternoon, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail as he brought his legs up onto the furniture lazily. A stiff drink in one hand and a book in the other, he felt he’d earned the right to relax for awhile. After all, hefting and carrying and unpacking boxes all morning was a surefire way to exhaust someone, even someone as fit as Gladiolus.

He leaned back against the cushion, a yawn escaping him as he held up the book. He smiled fondly as his eyes passed over the embossed words written across the dust jacket. Hearts on Fira. He thought he’d lost this book ages ago, but lady luck had smiled upon him that morning; it had been tucked away inside one of his old bags, hidden in one of the zippered side pockets. Honestly, he was pretty stoked. One of his favourite guilty pleasures to pass the time had been reading in the back seat of the Regalia. Damn, how long had it been since he’d last done that, now? Twelve years? Wow. Time sure flew.

Gladiolus flipped through the pages with care. Though the paper had begun to yellow from age, the glue securing them to the binding appeared to be holding up. He’d read this book more times than he’d like to admit. What page was it, when Sylvia finally confessed her love to Antonio? Right, that must have been around... page two hundred and twenty, maybe.

When he parted the book to read that sweet sweet confession scene again, something fluttered out from within.

Curious, Gladiolus set the book aside, picking up the mystery object that had fallen onto his lap. At first he thought that maybe one of the pages had fallen out after all, but the colour didn’t match, nor did the size. It was smaller, folded, and had one jagged edge, like it had been a former corner torn from an unrelated paper source.

Unfolding it, he felt his heart stop in his chest.

Scribbled hastily on the inside with black ink was a short message. To anyone else, it wouldn’t have made a lick of sense, but Gladiolus knew better. He knew this writing, right down to the pen that it had been scribbled with (it had been his, once upon a time - the ink stream cut out here and there). The messy, faded writing could only belong to one person in the world, the one person he loved more than anyone and anything else.

“You smell like a behemoth’s ass.”

That was it. That was the mystery message. Gladiolus read those words over and over, twenty times at least, before a laugh began to rumble low in his chest. It didn’t take long for it to give way to a joyous burst, his shoulders shaking, the book he’d been holding moments prior falling to the floor with a loud thump. In that moment, all the stress, all the anger, all the sorrow that he’d held onto for so long seemed to disappear. It served as a reminder of their precious friends’ sacrifice, the gift he had left them with. It wasn’t just Eos’ light; it was the joy of life itself.

And most of all, Noctis had given Gladiolus the greatest gift of all: meeting Prompto Argentum for the first time, all those years ago.

After a short while, Gladiolus’ laughter finally waned, tears streaming down his face in its place. Gods, he’d needed that. He stared down at the piece of paper again, at the silliness scratched on its surface. ‘A behemoth’s ass’. What an absurd thing to write, let alone come up with in the first place. This book… this message… it was like Prompto had somehow planned it, placed it strategically, like a time capsule. It had come to him when he’d needed it the most. In a way, it was like he’d just received a bottled up kiss from a twenty-year old Prompto.

Tucking the note into his pocket, Gladiolus got to his feet. He left the room, on a mission to find the sender so he could return the favour.

He found him instantly.

Sitting at the kitchen table with a large textbook open in front of him, the now thirty-two year old Prompto studied for his photography course. His nose was scrunched in concentration, a pair of glasses perched crookedly on the tip of his nose, having slid down from the tilt of his head. He looked tired; bags under his eyes and a lazy posture, but one couldn’t blame him. After all, moving house in the middle of having to study for final exams would take a lot out of anyone, even someone as energetic and brilliant as Prompto.

Without warning, Gladiolus stepped up behind Prompto, leaning down to place a kiss atop soft blond strands. Quickly moving to his side, he then scooped the blond up in his large arms, a cry of surprise squeaking out from his partner’s mouth. Before Prompto could protest further, Gladiolus silenced him with a kiss, one that just barely made contact thanks to the parting of the large grin he had on his face.

“You smell too,” Gladiolus murmured, another laugh bubbling past his lips as he gave his beloved another kiss. Prompto didn’t learn what that was all about until about an hour or so later, but he didn’t mind so much. When Gladiolus balled the note up and tossed it at him playfully somewhere along the way, Prompto scrambled to catch it, read it, and immediately proceeded to laugh so hard his sides hurt.

His love note had found its recipient at last, just as he’d hoped it would. Everything had worked out in the end - leaving it up to fate hadn’t been foolish, after all.

Prompto cherished every new day they spent together. Every moment was filled with happiness... spontaneity... love. And he knew precisely who he had to thank for this life, and he made sure to do so every single day.

Thank you, Noctis.

[starsncyanide]

“G-Gladio! Put me down!”

[loveiscosmicsin]

Jacket

“Anybody home?” Prompto asked this as he stepped out of his bedroom, only to find the living room vacant. He had been feeling under the weather lately, what he had thought food poisoning ailed him disguised as its vicious true form: the flu, hence why he took several days off from his part-time job and mock Crownsguard training to recuperate. His friends stopped by today to check up on him and handed him a bag of over-the-counter remedies. They stayed for a while since Prompto lived alone. Noctis brought over a game, Gladiolus had him force down some homemade and disgustingly-made concoction that allegedly fought off illnesses, and Ignis offered helping out with some of the household chores. But the blond could only join in the fun for so long before his body told him to get some sleep. “They would tell me if they needed to go, wouldn’t they?” The blond asked himself as he scratched his head, perplexed. But it was because of their visit that Prompto had a decent one-hour nap without feeling worse than he did before for once. The house was warm, toasty, and something delicious made Prompto’s stomach rumble.

Ignis had prepared a pot of stew specifically made for him. Thank the Six for Prompto probably was out of food at that point and would’ve ordered a pizza, Galahdian take-out, or something. He remembered to swallow the medicine before meals. After finishing off the second bowl of the stew, Prompto munched over a couple saltine crackers as he searched the living room. He left his cell phone there, but there were no sign of a note for their sudden disappearance; the game console was still hot as if its users had left in a hurry. “Geez, big guy, I️ have a coat rack for a reason,” Prompto grumbled, picking up a leather jacket off the arm of the couch. Shoving the rest of the crackers in his mouth and folding the jacket, the blond speculated over something. The prince’s Shield always got on Prompto’s case about his health. How the tables had turned. He could call Gladiolus now and give him hell about forgetting his jacket. Maybe. But guilt crept its ugly rear end in Prompto’s thoughts, even though he hardly ever got sick, the thought of Gladiolus catching the flu wasn’t pretty. Dusting the crumbs off his hands, the blond sat on the couch, phone in hand about to call when something stopped him. He didn’t know if his sinuses were still fucked up or what, but Gladiolus’ jacket smelled nice. Well, for someone who frequently dined at cheap ramen dives and reeked like a behemoth during Lucis’ freak heatwaves after exercising, anyway. He could be delusional, but nothing could justify for what he was going to do next. Prompto took the collar of the jacket and inhaled deeply. Yup, smelled like Gladio, he confirmed before taking in another whiff, annnnd... still smelled like Gladio. Another. For all their mutual ribbing, Prompto would take back his words that Gladiolus smelled like a wild beast, just not to his face anytime soon. There was a hint of soup broth and sweat, but smelled like a normal leather jacket that Gladiolus would own. Smelled of beer, a musky and illustrious brand of cologne, and soap. And Prompto, for some reason, couldn’t get enough of it. It’s weird, he kept telling himself as he laid down on his side, closing his eyes. But maybe the scent is making him a little drunk. “Well, well.” Prompto opened his eyes to find Ignis looking down at him. When their eyes met, the advisor had a knowing smile on his face. “Uh...” Prompto was at a loss for words and it didn’t help that his voice was breaking under scrutiny. Stupid flu. “This isn’t what—” “What it looks like? I️ think it is.” Prompto saw that he was still cradling the jacket in his arms and sought to get rid of the evidence. If that consisted of just flinging it to the other end of the couch, that was. Ignis cocked his head as if confused by Prompto’s flustered demeanor. “I️ came to retrieve Gladio’s jacket, but I️ think I️’ll leave the task up to you, Prompto.” “W-what? Wait, no!” Prompto made for a speedy crawl to the end of the couch, only for Ignis’ chuckling backside to slip through his fingers. “Come back here and take the stupid jacket!”