blind father

anonymous asked:

I really love your parenthood headcanons a whole lot! Can I please request some more Papa Ignis with his little baby or babies? The idea of Ignis being a happy father with or without his sight just warms my little heart.

Yay domestic!Iggy is my fav Iggy. It’s short, but cute af. I know Aleena isn’t a little little baby in this story but I just got the idea and I couldn’t help myself. More than likely, more Father Ignis stories will be out soon. I love him as a dad help me.

Tagging @themissimmortal, @stunninglyignis, @nifwrites

Career Day

Aleena pulled her father forward, leading him down the many twisting and turning alley ways of Lestallum. Over the years, Ignis had learned his way around his new city of residence with no issue, but he knew how much his sweet daughter loved to guide him.

Today was career day in her kindergarten class. The five year old was ecstatic. She had been obsessing over this day since it was first announced to her class weeks ago.

“Daddy! You have to come with me! Please please please!”  She begged over and over, after she sloppily read the announcement that came on a slip of paper from her teacher. “You have to tell them about all your adventures with Uncle Noctis, Uncle Prompto, and Uncle Gladio!”

Ignis could never refuse his little girl. No matter the request. This resolve often landed him in trouble with you, his beloved wife. Whether it was extra desert or staying up past bed time, Ignis was puddy in Aleena’s hand.

“I would love to, Aleena,” he accepted without hesitance.

When the day finally arrived, Aleena awoken before Ignis to start preparing. She wore her best dress and her best shoes. Her mother even put her light brown hair into a pretty braid. “I look like a Princess!” She exclaimed as she studied her reflection in the mirror.

Ignis smiled remembering the events of the morning as they got closer and closer to school. He couldn’t see the school, but he had gone down the path many a time to pick up Aleena for the day.

“Okay, Daddy, we’re here!” She announced, trying with all her strength to swing open the door. Alas, she couldn’t muster such strength.

“I’ve got the door, Princess,” he chuckled, quickly finding the handle and pulling it open. He felt the cold rush of the school relieved the stifling heat that always dwelled inside Lestallum. Even with eternal darkness, the city still scorched with heat.

“Good morning, Aleena!” The bright voice of the kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Lynn chimed in brightly to Ignis’s ears. “Mr. Scientia, it’s good to see you again. Aleena has been very excited to bring you to school for the day. I hope it doesn’t interfere with your schedule too terribly.”

“It’s quite alright. I’d much rather be here than anywhere,” Ignis assured, feeling Aleena’s small hand tugging on his once again. 


“Come on Daddy, let me show you my seat!”

Of course, Ignis soon observed they were the first arrivals. As usual. With each passing moment the sound of the door swinging up followed by Mrs. Lynn’s greeting ran through Ignis’s ears.  

Aleena became distracted as she talked to the classmates that sat at her group’s table. She was very sociable. The thought brought a grin to her father’s face.

Soon a silent wave washed over the class room as Mrs. Lynn properly introduced to herself to the visiting parents for career day. She quickly reviewed the children’s daily routine and work schedules, explaining what the children do during the average school day. “Today, however, will be a little different,” Mrs. Lynn said with a smile. She proceeded to explain the reasoning behind career day.

“We have been discussing the reason and necessity behind jobs. To make the lesson more personal, and easier to understand, I invited you all here to share your job descriptions with the rest of the class!”

Ignis felt as Aleena grabbed on to his hand.

“Mrs. Lynn! Can my daddy go first?” She called out.

Aleena,” Ignis scolded under his breath. “You must wait for Mrs. Lynn to call on you first.”

“It’s not a problem, Mr. Scientia,” Mrs. Lynn assured. “I understand how excited Aleena is to share your job as the Prince’s Royal Advisor. You may start career day off if you want!”

“C’mon Daddy,” Aleena hopped up from her seat and assisted her father to the front of the class room. “This is my Daddy, Ignis Scientia! He’s going to help bring the light back to Lucis when Uncle Noctis comes back!”

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” A young boy questioned obnoxiously.

“Demarcus! That’s not a nice question,” a female voice, different from Mrs. Lynn’s voice scolded.

“It’s not a problem,” Ignis assured. “I obtained my handicap while assisting the Prince during the Starscourge several years ago.”

“What’s that?” Another child asked.

Ignis opened his mouth to begin to explain, but Mrs. Lynn’s voice stopped him from continuing. “You will learn about that in a few years,” she said uneasily. “Mr. Scientia, would you tell us about your time at the Citadel? Helping the Prince?” It was obvious the kindergarten teacher wanted to steer away from a topic that would potentially bring up stories of violence.

“Of course,” Ignis cleared his throat. He felt Aleena’s eyes staring at him proudly. He could feel the excitement radiating off her of her. 

A smile graced his lips as he began to share several comical stories of cleaning up after Noctis. Particularly after he tried baking a cake by himself. Batter was splattered everywhere. The entire classroom erupted in giggles. Of course, Ignis could not resist the urge to add in a few puns here and there to his numerous anecdotes.  

Blind Adrien AU w/ Reverse Love-Square

something @qookyquiche and i were discussing last night when we should’ve been studying/working


  • famous model Adrien Agreste is blind, uses a cane nbd
  • absurdly overprotective father because blind son
  • as Chat Noir, he gets heightened senses a la Toph Beifong and Matt Murdock
  • he hides it so well LADYBUG DOESNT REALIZE UNTIL MUCH MUCH LATER
  • “near the blue car” “what blue car” “its right there!!” “cats are colorblind y’know” “no they’re not????”
  • Chat dragging Ladybug through the darkness because its his element
  • when LB finally realizes, she starts being more protective of him, which annoys Chat because this is EXACTLY why he didnt want her to know
  • THINK OF THE FACE TOUCHING
  • REVERSE LOVE SQUARE.
  • REVERSE UMBRELLA SCENE Adrien is waiting under the rain for his ride home, Mari appears from behind with an umbrella and offers to wait with him
  • Mari is considerate and helpful to Adrien, but not overbearing and overprotective like everyone else in his life.
  • Adrien Agreste is babied by everyone in his life and has very low self-esteem. he feels like everyone looks down on him. except for her.
  • Chat Noir is cool and funny, but there’s also a certain softenss to him, like you know deep down he’s quite sensitive and understanding.
  • idk maybe Mari likes the leather
  • He’s full of confidence, he shows dedication to helping people, he bounces back from anything. He’s what she aspires to be.
  • He visits her sometimes, hangs out, on her rooftop garden. He enjoys her company and she seems to enjoy his too.
  • Chat Noir/Adrien slowly falls for Marinette. Mari/Ladybug slowly falls for Chat.

ALSO DOODLES BY @qookyquiche

we have a bunch of other scenarios and headcanons in mind but this post is already pretty long so maybe we’ll draw them next time (after keeeesh’s hell month maybe?)

رحلة في القطار !

صَرخ شاب في الخامسة و العشرين مِن عُمره و هو ينظُر مِن نافذة القِطار :

أنظُر إلى الأشجار يا أبّي إنّها تَسير معنا !
فابتسم الأب ابتسامة عريضة و قال :
أجل يا بُنّي ، إنّها تَسير مَعنا.

و بَعد قليل عَاد الشّاب يُحدِّث أباه و علامات الذُّهول بادِيّة على مُحيّاه

أُنظر إلى الغُيوم يا أبي إنّها أيضاً تَسير مَعنا !
فابتسمَ الأب و قال له :
أجل يا بُنّي إنّها تَسير مَعنا.

عندها إلتفتَ أحد الرُّكاب إلى والد الشّاب و قال له :
أنصحُك أنْ تعرِض ابنك على طبيب.

فقال الأب : لَقد فعلت . .
كان ابني مُصاباً بالعَمّى مُنذ وِلادته و قد غادرنا المٌستشفى للتَّو و هذا أول يوم يُبصِر فيه !

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“Isaiah Shoels faced challenges most kids never have to deal with. When he underwent heart surgery at 7 months to repair a malformed valve in his left ventricle, doctors warned that he might not live past age 5. Instead, Shoels went on to play in a youth football league and to wrestle for Columbine, lifting weights to pack 120 pounds of solid muscle onto his diminutive 4'11" frame. “He took those stumbling blocks and made stepping stones out of them,” says his father, Michael, who owns a small record company.

As one of 16 African-Americans at Columbine, Shoels, a senior—and others of his five siblings—had heard the occasional racial taunt, and it seems to have been his color that marked him for death. “They targeted Isaiah,” says his father, who heard from eyewitnesses how his son died. “When they ran into the school, they started hollering, ‘Where’s that little n—-r?’ ” After they found Shoels in the library, they shot him in the head. “Isaiah was color-blind,” says his father.”

alys07  asked:

CAN YOU DO Quidnunc PLEASE? You're firefighter story is all I live for XD

How convenient. So you won’t mind me using your prompt for it @alys07​. It’s an 8K word beast. I thought about splitting it in two, but yeah. I had it written so here you go!

Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

And now… Part 11


Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.


I finger the dark blue velvet of the curtain and peer out into the auditorium. Most of the audience has trickled out already. A few stragglers remain, parents chatting with one another as their younger children play in the aisles and their older children interrupt every few minutes to beg for car keys, money, or the chance to just stop waiting on the dull adults to finish their conversations so they can get on with living their lives. A camera flash strobes for a second and the kids complain about the blinding light while the father mutters and glares at the camera while he fixes the settings. The typical end to a night at the school play.

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Music Lessons

My father had a recurring dream over the last several years of his life. In the dream was he was standing in the middle of a green field listening to cows argue about grass. He claimed that after a while their strange cow language became a kind of music, which he eventually composed on an electronic keyboard. He felt the music was important so he played the music in our church. But when he wanted to do a repeat performance, the church thought it best to give other members a chance to share their talents. So, he played at the old folks home. They asked him to stop after about ten minutes and told him not to come back until he learned some “songs.”

Eventually, he invented 23 original musical instruments and recorded himself playing them one at a time. He performed out in the woods behind an abandoned factory, where the sound and color was just right. He intertwined all the tracks together in one big master track. He played the full  3-hour recording for our family one Saturday afternoon in a mountain lodge full of speakers he’d rented for the occasion.

The music started as a low buzzing that slowly gave birth to the entirety of sound. Mind numbing boredom transformed into bliss-inducing catatonia. The weird resonating frequency caused me to go into a trance. My brain felt like it was being stroked by a million electric feathers of pure white awareness. I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was completely blind. I could see nothing but blackness. But I was told my blindness was psychological. My father had killed himself after he’d shot everyone in the family. I must have fainted when he shot at me so I wasn’t hurt. Just psychologically blinded.

Apparently, there was no music. My mind had made it all up. My mind has made up a lot of things over the years, I guess. The doctor said this was because I couldn’t bear the truth. The funny thing was, in the end, my truth was really no different than anyone else’s. But for some reason, my poor little mind couldn’t handle it.

I regained my sight 3 ½ months later. One Saturday night, King Kong was on TV and I really wanted to see it. It was the 1970s King Kong with Jessica Lange and Jeff Bridges. When I heard Kong’s first roar, I could suddenly see again. I was thrilled! Still, I cried when King Kong fell to his death. I cried so hard I hid under the blankets, even though there was no one there to see me.

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Favorite Books #3:

ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE BY ANTHONY DOERR


Marie-Laure lives with her father in Paris within walking distance of the Museum of Natural History where he works as the master of the locks. When she is six, she goes blind, and her father builds her a model of their neighborhood, every house, every manhole, so she can memorize it with her fingers and navigate the real streets with her feet and cane. When the Germans occupy Paris in June of 1940, father and daughter flee to Saint-Malo on the Brittany coast, where Marie-Laure’s agoraphobic great uncle lives in a tall, narrow house by the sea wall.

In another world in Germany, an orphan boy, Werner, grows up with his younger sister, Jutta, both enchanted by a crude radio Werner finds. He becomes a master at building and fixing radios, a talent that wins him a place at an elite and brutal military academy and, ultimately, makes him a highly specialized tracker of the Resistance. Werner travels through the heart of Hitler Youth to the far-flung outskirts of Russia, and finally into Saint-Malo, where his path converges with Marie-Laure’s.

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Giovanni Falcone (18 Maggio 1939 - 23 Maggio 1992)

Io non dimentico. Dimenticate voi per diventare complici di Caino, dimenticate per nascondere la vostra vigliaccheria, dimenticate per giustificare la vostra ignavia, per dire che il male non si può vincere  nascondendovi nelle vostre paure, per negarvi una voce. Dimenticate chiudendovi nell'indifferenza, dicendo che il vostro presente e il futuro dei vostri figli non vi interessa, dimenticate pensando che il male non appartiene a questa terra accecata dal dolore, crocifissa dall’ingiustizia, tradita ad ogni canto del gallo dai suoi stessi figli.

E’ scritto che gli uomini  si distinguono dalle belve perché quest’ultime credono solo nella forza e fanno della morte il loro unico verbo. Tu tutto questo  lo sapevi. Gli uomini credono nella legge, nelle regole che loro stessi si danno in accordo e consenso. Tutto questo era il tuo fine. Chi difende quest’unione degli uomini nel consenso del loro convivere, e per questa sua difesa viene ucciso dalle belve che col sangue vogliono celebrare l’abisso in cui sono, quest’uomo non può essere dimenticato, nell’animo di tutti deve restare ad esempio e prova dell’amore che unisce gli uomini. Tutto questo lo hai lasciato a noi: la vita è solo una parola nel vento, il senso di quella parola è una montagna, un mare, un fuoco che nessuno può smuovere o spegnere, questa montagna, questo mare, questo fuoco è il motivo per cui non possiamo dimenticare

Dimenticate voi che siete ancora i servi di principi e baroni, abituati a vivere piegando la schiena solo per baciare le mani. Dimenticate voi che svendete i diritti degli altri, voi che vi pensate al di sopra al di la di ogni legge che amate vantare la vostra furbizia assassina e vivete come i corvi e i vermi sui corpi dilaniati dei morti, contando i vostri trenta denari.

Quante volte l’angelo nero della morte ti ha l’annunciato la tua. Quante volte ti sei visto in mezzo al sangue sull'asfalto o nelle lamiere contorte di una macchina. Sono gli eroi che rendono fertile il mondo ed eroe è chi affronta conoscendolo, il suo destino funesto perché il prezzo di questo è nella salvezza di molti, nel affermare i diritti dei giusti, nel confermare le leggi che guidano la vita degli onesti

Dimenticate voi, seduti sulle vostre poltrone d’oro, con le vostre fasce tricolori comprate con favori oscuri, scambiati con le mani strette sotto i tavoli, dietro la cassaforte in una banca, voi che uccidete non sparando ma comprando, pagando, raccomandando, proteggendo, tacendo, non vedendo, negando, votando in cambio di un posto, giurando il falso in cambio di una busta dal fetore di soldi.

Io non dimentico. Può un figlio svendere la madre che l’ha creato? tradire il sangue da cui è nato? negare ogni legge e credere solo nella morte? Io non dimentico. Può un padre accecare i domani dei suoi figli, lasciare la loro vita nelle mani di chi uccide a tradimento, di chi si nasconde dietro le bombe o dietro le minacce come un serpente sotto una pietra, come un ladro nel buio, un usuraio dietro ad un sorriso. Io non dimentico: per tutti quelli cacciati in altre terre o vinti in questa santa terra dal bisogno, per tutti quelli il cui sangue cola ancora dai muri abbeverando di lacrime la nostra isola e soffoca silenzioso il suo tempo uccidendole ogni speranza, avvelenandole ogni futuro, per tutti questi martiri della giustizia, per avere ancora il diritto di chiamarmi uomo libero, il dovere di essere un uomo giusto, il coraggio di essere uomo, io non dimentico, io non posso dimenticare, io non voglio dimenticare.


I do not forget. You can forget to become Cain’s accomplices, forget to hide your cowardice, forget to justify your sly, to say that evil can not be won, to hide yourself in your fears, to deny you a voice. You can forget closing in the indifference, saying that the present and the future of your children is not important for you, thinking that evil does not belong to this earth blinded by pain, crucified by injustice, betrayed at every singing of the rooster by her own sons.

It is written that men stand out from the beasts because beasts believe only in the force and they make the death as their only verb. All this you knew. Men believe in the law, in the rules that they give to themselves in mutual agreement and consensus. All this was your vision. Who defends this union of men in the consensus of their coexistence, and for this defense is killed by the beasts who with the blood want to celebrate the abyss in which they are, this man can not be forgotten: in the mind of everyone must remain an example and proof of love that unites men. All this you have left to us: life is just a word in the wind, the meaning of that word is a mountain, a sea, a fire no one can move or turn off, this mountain, this sea, this fire is the reason for which we can not forget you.

You can forget that you are still the servants of princes and barons, accustomed to living bending your back only to kiss their hands. You can forget so you deceive the rights of others,  you can forget who think your self free from every law, you that love to boast yourself as a murderer cunning and live like crows and worms on the dead bodies of the people, counting your thirty dinars.

How many times did the black angel of death announce yours. How many times have you seen yourself in the blood on the asphalt or in the contorted plates of a car. The heroes make the world fertile and hero is the one who faces knowing his fateful destiny because the price of this is in the salvation of many, in asserting the rights of the righteous, in confirming the laws that guide the life of the honest

You can forget, seated on your golden seats, with your tricolor bands of mayor bought with dark favors, exchanged with your hands under the tables, behind a safe in a bank. You can forget, you who kill by not shooting but buying, paying, protecting, be silent, not seeing, denying, voting in exchange for a job, swearing the fake in exchange for an envelope with the dark smell of money.

I do not forget. Can a child dispose her mother who created him? To betray the blood from which he was born? Deny any law and believe only in death? I do not forget. Can a father blind his children’s tomorrow, leave their life in the hands of those who knock out betrayal, who hide behind bombs or threats like a snake under a stone, like a thief in the dark, a usurper behind a smile. I do not forget: for all those who are thrown into other lands or won in this holy land by their need, for all those whose blood still falls from the walls scrubbing of tears our island and choking silently her time, killing her hope, poisoning her future, for all these martyrs of justice, to still have the right to call me free, the need to be a fair man, to have the courage to be man, I do not forget, I can’t forget, I do not want to forget.

Admin Jamong’s Fic Recommendations

Hello! I decided to create a post on all the fanfics I’ve enjoyed reading, and I wish to recommend them for you to read! I’ll be adding on the it very frequently. 

I’m sorry most of them are angst fics. I’m a sad person.

[Last updated: 2.3.17]



Bangtan

Jeon Jungkook

I Want To See You - Written by @jamsandcarrots [angst]

You can’t keep your blind child from his father any longer

Pathetic - Written by @sonyeonbitch [angst]

A phone call after your break up with him

My Little Secret - Written by @noonatrash [angst]

“No, I just…You’re not Korean.”

Inferior - Written by @sugaslittlekookie [angst, fluff]

Your best friend wants you to get Jungkook’s attention for her, who is also your crush. Highschool AU.

Cramps - Written by @exobtsimagination [fluff]

Jungkook is there for you to help you through your cramps.

I Won’t Stop You 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 - Written by @imsarabum [angst, smut]

You drive to your boss‘s house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine. Vampire AU.

Mystery - Written by @minsvga [fluff, smut]

Jeon Jungkook was the type of person that nobody knew - what lay behind that pretty face and that sexy demeanor was unknown to everyone. And it was only when the two of you had an unexpected meetup did you get your first glimpse of what exactly was behind that mask.

Workout 01 | 02 - Written by @chinnychimchim [smut]

Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.

I’m Not A Kid - Written by @drquinzelharleen [smut]

Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one. He proves to you he’s not a kid in a restroom during a party.

Bad 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 - Written by @thelillzmonster [smut, fluff]

He was the cliché bad boy. The guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You’d never think of him with anything but hatred, ever. You were sure of it. Completely sure. Positive. Without a shadow of a doubt. Right?

Culture Shock 0102 | 03 | 04 - Written by @bangtanplan [angst]

Be honest. Deep down, could you see yourself marrying someone like me?

Procrastination - Written by @jookyunhoe [smut]

Jungkook was growing impatient, and it was obvious. All day long you had your face buried in your studies, and all day long he was rock hard thinking about how good you look when you’re a stressed out mess. 

Lost Track of Time 01 | 0203  - Written by @stuckinthekookiejar [angst]

You were mad, but he was out of patience.

His 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 - Written by @please-baby-calm-down [angst, fluff, smut]

“It’s only a story. Stories aren’t real and most importantly those creatures…aren’t real.” Werewolf!Jungkook AU.

Criminal - Written by @infiressi [smut]

As a rogue werewolf, you knew the dangers of trespassing into a pack’s territory, but that didn’t stop you. Werewolf!Jungkook AU.

Impulse - Written by @btsxodushots​ [angst, fluff]

Jungkook is asked to take care of you, Hoseok’s sister, who has been crushing on him for ages. BadBoy!Jungkook AU.

J-Hope // Jung Hoseok

The Black Book 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |05 - Written by @helloblamebts [smut]

Being personal assistant involves doing a lot of different tasks for your boss Jung Hoseok–including setting up his rendezvous with his black book clientele. CEO!Hoseok

Forbidden - Written by @btssmutgalore [smut]

Hoseok as your brother’s best friend.

Jin // Kim Seokjin

Daddy’s Girl - Written by @helloblamebts [fluff]

Family shopping with Jin.

Park Jimin 

Insecurities - Written by @park-thatasshere [angst]

“Jimin, you are one of a kind. I don’t love you because you are a certain size. We all love you because you are Jimin, and that will never change.”

Oblivious - Written by @taehyung-infires [angst]

Lies and secrets are all it takes to break happiness. But when someone doesn’t believe truth, it breaks even more.

Limbic Reasonance - Written by @daegu-dreamin [angst]

Science fiction AU.

Satin Ribbona - Weak |  Innocent | Loyal | Luminous | Selfish - Written by @krissewrites [angst]

You take in a hybrid named Jimin. Hybrid AU.

Red Light - Written by @bulletproof-girl-scouts [angst]

Every red light stopped you both tonight on the drive home, and you couldn’t tell if that meant anything or not. (Trigger warnings: Mentions of mental health issues, suicide, abuse, and cheating) 

Suga // Min Yoongi

I Love You Too - Written by @sonyeonbitch [fluff]

Hearing a ‘I love you’ coming from your boyfriend Suga wasn’t expected

Ending - Written by @bulletproof-petals [angst]

Your faces were plastered all over the internet. Because of your stupid mistake, it was your boyfriend’s career that was on the line. So you ran away.

Be Silent In the Day - Written by @rushofbangtan [angst]

When you’re taken away from him, Min Yoongi can certainly turn into something more deadly than he would like to be. When his hands are full of bad blood and already dead hearts, he changes. Mafia AU. (Warning: Mature themes)

Leaving Her Behind - Written by @bangtanboysoneshot7 [angst]

He would do nothing but push you away.

Snap - Written by @exobtsimagination [angst]

Yoongi is having a hard time, and he snaps at you one day.

Like Flowers We Bloom - Written by @workofteaguk [fluff, angst]

In which a garden isn’t the only thing you’re building with Min Yoongi. Badboy AU.

Chemistry Partners - Written by @tayegi [smut]

In which you end up being chemistry partners with the Badboy Yoongi

The Equation of Love Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 - Written by @kookingtae [smut, fluff, angst]

When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

I Don’t Bite - Written by @alienpikachu [fluff]

Lazy vampire Min Yoongi who gets his meals delivered to him everyday.

A Forgotten Life - Written by @bangtanplan [angst]

What an honor it was to have loved him.

Take Care - Written by @btssmutgalore [smut]

When you run into your ex on a night out, your fuck buddy Yoongi does his best to make you forget about him.

Silver Spoon 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 - Written by @happy-meo [fluff]

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Ceo!Yoongi AU.

Tattoos Are Forever 01 | 02 - Written by @solarhobi [angst]

If you asked him, he could die without a single bit of remorse. At least, that’s what he told everyone, the press, his managers, his friends, and family. No regrets, he promised himself as he rubbed the faded words on his wrist, written in dark ink. Soulmate!Yoongi AU.

All Too Well 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07  - Written by @workofteaguk [fluff, angst, smut]

You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. 

A Sorry Situation - Written by @jhopesjawline [angst, fluff]

He’s had a super bad day, locked in his studio for hour, unable finish a song. You just wanted to talk to him and give him some food, resulting and unpleasant and sorry situation. 

Rap Monster // Kim Namjoon

A Favor - Written by @btssmutgalore [smut]

Namjoon teaches you how to give head.

V // Kim Taehyung 

Cruel - Written by @peachy-jeon [angst, fluff]

Taehyung, the guy that makes all of the girls fall in love with him for a play targeted another poor soul; you. Even though you hated him, after his cruel game you found yourself falling into his trap.

Daddy’s Sorry - Written by @bee-tea-ass [angst]

Taehyung didn’t want you to leave him, not only because he needs you and still loves you; also because both of you are taking care of your son. But, you left anyway. Taemin’s six, he didn’t know where you went–even Taehyung doesn’t know where. He began asking for his mom.

Give You The World - Written by @syugatae [fluff, smut]

If there’s one thing that inspired you to keep going in life, it was a simple picture painted on a wall by a street artist named V. It changed your life- he changed your life and all you want to do is meet him. But what if V is closer than you think? Street artist AU.

Exposure 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 - Written by @helloblamebts [angst]

A series of interviews with arrogant millionaire, Kim Taehyung. Reporter AU.

Blueberries & Bad Boys - Written by @midnightbts [fluff]

He was bad, but he was also good. Badboy AU

F - Written by @woozi-bias [angst]

The teacher put the stapled papers on your desk. You looked down. There it was. In bright, red pen. F. You had failed the test. (Warnings: language, self hate, self harm)



SEVENTEEN

Hoshi // Kwon Soonyoung

Teasing & Flirting Are Two Very Different Things - Written by @btyxs [fluff, angst]

Soonyoung may be a skilled dancer, but when it comes to impressing his crush he seems to have quite a long way to go. High school AU

Jeon Wonwoo

Princely - Written by @wonswoos [angst]

‘I’m a prince and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways’. Royal AU.

Insomniac - Written by @choco-seventeen [fluff]

His appearance is quite questionable, with dark rings under his eyes and disheveled hair. He’s earned the nickname, insomnia, and you’re curious to discover if the quiet boy matches what everyone seems to call him.

Train - Written by @fluffilyangsty [angst]

People say ignorance is bliss, but you can’t know that unless you are no longer ignorant. Mystery, fantasy themed.

S.Coups // Choi Seungcheol

Almost Home - Written by @jae-bummer [angst]

He cancels a date you’ve been planning for a long time.

Erase You - Written by @fluffilyangsty [angst, fluff]

No matter how hard you try you can’t forget him. New years themed.

Vernon // Hansol

I Still Love You - Written by @jamsandcarrots [angst, fluff]

Arguments are unavoidable in relationships but you’ve never had to deal with one this intense (Trigger warning: slight abuse)

Woozi // Lee Jihoon

A Lie - Written by @kw0nsp0 [angst]

“Everything was a lie – when I said go, it was a lie. Please, don’t leave. It was all a lie. A cruel, harsh, irrational lie.”

Distancing Yourself - Written by @idreamtofakpop [angst]

Jihoon is tired of you distancing yourself from him. (Trigger warnings: Self-harm, attempted suicide, and a mention of domestic abuse)

A Production - Written by @puppetwritings [fluff]

A DJ you admire may be closer to you than you think. Perhaps in a college production you’re helping with. College AU.



EXO

Byun Baekhyun

Cigarette Holes - Written by @kpopblog91 [angst]

Cigarettes, gin, and burnt out memories with Baekhyun

Lost In Time - Written by @lipstick-chvteau [angst]

I don’t know when everything started falling apart. Ever since he told you he was busy with “work”. CEO Baekhyun.

Chen // Kim Jongdae

I Hate You - Written by @soobadnoonecanstopher [angst, fluff, smut]

You two just can’t get along. But he holds a secret behind his actions and one night when he unintentionally makes you cry he can’t keep it a secret any longer.

Accidentally In Love - Written by @exobtsimagination [fluff & angst]

You are a nerd in High School and Chen is a jock but he still falls for you

D.O // Do Kyungsoo

Stubborn - Written by @exobtsimagination [angst, fluff]

You and Kyungsoo get into a bad fight, and you realize that maybe you aren’t the one who is right.

Kai // Kim Jongin

Just the Way It Is - Written by @hunhanbaek-scenarios [angst, fluff]

Bullshit. Was all the came to my mind as he spoke his lies to her. They always promise not to leave, but those promises were broken. They were just broken promises.

Cough Drop Kisses - Written by @exobtsimagination [fluff]

Kai has a fever and you take care of him.

Oh Sehun

Here For You - Written by @exobtsimagination [angst]

Sehun can’t help but notice that something is wrong with his daughter. Parent AU. (Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, depression)

Rude Co-Worker - Written by @sehunstark [angst]

Sehun, your incredibly rude co-worker.

Park Chanyeol

Moody Giant - Written by @boring-maknae [angst, fluff]

Chanyeol and you don’t get along and one night he drops a bombshell on you.

Suho // Kim Junmyun

Cake - Written by @oppanizerwrites [fluff]

It’s your birthday, but Suho has been busy with promotions and interviews and won’t be able to spend the day with you.

4

i. he traded drops of blood for a mouthful of earth in paradise. we hid seeds under the leaves we slept on. abel was too good to deal with anything less than clingy clouds. he had too many fingers just to prove god couldn’t count.

ii. i plucked the feathers of wild birds fallen dead because they looked at angels for too long. beautiful creatures are suspicious of delayed reverence. vanity tastes like bloody knuckles. like hearts stopped with a glance that unmakes the breath of god. such unholiness in the offspring of a sacred father.

iii. i was always the savage one. bound to land, i knew every hole, i traced maps on dirt, without looking. abel liked how i imitated creation. he was the one who said magick first. he was the one who saw the burnt bits of my tongue rubbing against god’s directions. mother and father grew blind in pain and misunderstanding. but we got it right. god knew what he was doing the second time around.

Originally posted by thegirlatther0cksh0w

The perfect playlist is absolutely essential when going on a road trip. Great songs make the time go faster, and make being in the car for hours way more fun than it should be. Every one seems to think that the “perfect road trip playlist” has to consist of songs that have something to do with driving, going somewhere, etc. But if you’re looking for “punny road-trippy song titles about driving” songs, that’s not what you’ll get here. So sit back, relax, roll down your windows, and press play!

“Taking My Uzi to the Gym” by The Front Bottoms

Taking My Uzi to the Gym was the first song I ever heard by The Front Bottoms. The subpar basement-recording quality mixed with Brian’s imperfect voice was so different than the other stuff I’d been listening to at the time, and it was honestly a breath of fresh air to come across this song (and band). I always blast this song so loud in my car with the windows down and sing it at the top of my lungs with my hair blowing in the wind. I understand that the quality and his voice take some getting used to for a lot of people, and it may be impossible for someone to enjoy this song as much as I do. But for me, it’s such a great, fun song which makes for the perfect first song on my road trip playlist.

“Super Rich Kids” by Frank Ocean

Channel Orange is the most nostalgic album for me to this day. It brings back a flood of memories from the summer before my senior year of high school, hanging out and driving around with my friends every single night. Super Rich Kids specifically brings back memories of driving around after work with my friend Selina waiting for plans to be made. You have Frank Ocean’s amazing voice, then you have it broken up in such a perfect way by Earl Sweatshirt’s rapping. It’s such a chilled out, laid back song that you can easily sing along to in the car on a summer night.

“I’m Writing a Novel” by Father John Misty

There is absolutely no way for me to be in a bad mood while listening to this song. Whenever I drive to work, I put this song on to put me in a good mood and prepare me for the long day ahead. My sister actually introduced this song to me while we were driving in her car and I’ve loved it so much ever since. The part that officially got me hooked is when he says, “the dog ran out and said ‘you can’t turn nothing into nothingness with me no more!’ Well I’m no doctor, but that monkey might be right.” What the heck is he saying?! That’s what makes this song so fun for me. Songs that put you in a good mood are perfect for a road trip, and this is definitely one of them. 

“The Spins” by Mac Miller

Ooooh, ooooh, OOOOH, honey I need you!!! A diverse playlist for a long car ride is a must. “The Spins” is different than what I usually listen to (mainly because of the lyrics) but it was my guilty pleasure throughout high school. This song samples “Half Mast” by Empire of the Sun, and the beat alone is enough to have you dancing in your seat. I can’t help but let this song play every time it comes up on my iPod. The catchy beat and lyrics of “The Spins” are sure to be stuck in your head for days after listening. 

“Crystal Baller” by Third Eye Blind

Oh, the memories this song brings back…sitting in the back of my mom’s car with my sister, screaming the lyrics and thinking the words “crystal baller” were so funny. It starts off so slow and mysterious, and then turns into such a fun, upbeat song. About 10 years have gone by since this song has come out and to this day my sister and I still sing it the same way every single time. This song always lands a spot on my road trip playlist because of the great memories it brings back.

“Going to California” by Led Zeppelin

This song is one of the very few that manages to give me the chills every single time I hear it. It’s so slow and sweet, and another great sing along. The title being a perfect road trip title is always a plus, too. There are so many great Led Zeppelin songs to listen to on a road trip, but this song has such a calming, gentle feeling. If I were stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on a road trip, this is the song that would make me feel at ease.

“Love Me” by The 1975

**unfortunately there are no videos made for the song yet because it’s so new, so the video in the link is just the preview video**

This song was just released a few days ago, and after a couple hours of my boyfriend telling me to listen to it, I did. It was more than worth it. “Love Me” is already at 37 plays on my iPod…it’s such a fun, upbeat song. The awesome guitar riff and beat, mixed Matty Healy’s screamy (amazing) voice makes for the perfect song to end your road trip. Ever since it came out, every time I’m in the car (or in the shower…or doing homework…or going to class…) I play this song AT LEAST twice. A lot of people were surprised that I like this song considering it’s not “emo or goth” as my friends say my music typically is (ha ha ha..), but how could anyone NOT like it? It’s such a catchy tune that’ll definitely be stuck in your head after you listen.

Whether you’re driving somewhere two hours away or across the entire country, a great playlist is essential in making that car ride bearable. No one enjoys being in a car for longer than ten minutes, but with the perfect playlist and good friends, it can be the best time of your life!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I read that you were open for prompts! :) What if the Chocobros' s/o are pressured by their family to get married and the Chocobros propose themselves as suitors so that the s/o's family gets off their back?

I am indeed open for prompts of all kinds. I loved this idea!


It was getting old now. Your father kept making comments about ‘people your age’ ‘settling down’ and how unacceptable it is to ‘live in sin’ still at your age. If you heard it one more time, you might just crack. Your mother was at it too, talking about biological clocks ticking. The only thing that was ticking was the time bomb in your brain until you finally exploded. One evening, you vented to your boyfriend when he finally managed to get out of you what was troubling you…

Noctis

With the return of the dawn, he was no longer bound by his previous obligations to Luna, though they remained close friends. He raises his eyebrows and says, “How d’you think your parents would feel about the King of Lucis courting their child?”

You freeze. “You mean…?”

His smile is like slow dawn itself. “Sure. I mean… I wanted to ask you to marry me, so…” he shrugs. Noct isn’t very good at romancing you, but he loves you, and that’s all that matters. “Gives me an excuse to try and be all romantic and stuff…”

“Ok,” you say slowly. “If you really mean it.”

“Course I do!”

You nod. “Alright then.” And you add, “But no asking Ignis for help.”

“Fuck,” the king swears. “But… you know I can’t possibly do anything without Ignis holding my hand…”

“King of Sarcasm. I like it.”

He rolls his dark blue eyes and pulls you close for a kiss. “I’ll show you,” he growls. “I’ll be the most romantic suitor you could ever imagine.”

True to his word, he is. But not only that, he does other things which speak of his love for you in different ways. He sets up a scholarship at Insomnia University in your name, for those who, like you, came from humbler backgrounds, to support them through their studies. Noctis does everything he can think of to make you proud of him, and even your hard-ass parents have to admit that being the spouse of the King of Lucis has a nice ring to it.

Prompto

He’s bashful when you tell him about your parents’ harassing you. He’s been out of touch with his own adoptive parents for years. “H-Hey, um… listen…” he stammers. Running his hand through his blond fringe, he chuckles. “So… I’ve been thinking about this anyway, for, like, well… since the first week we were together, but… Would it help if I… I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine, but…”

You laugh. He’s adorable. “Yes, Prompto. It would help immensely. But only if you really want to.”

“I really want to,” he says instantly and in a gabbled rush, laughing again.

He’s always been demonstrative in his affections, either through cuddles and kisses, holding your hand, kissing your cheeks, but he starts doing even more, amazing, little things for you. He also endures dinners with your family, dressing more formally, exchanging his punky outfits for a smarter shirt and nicer jeans, bringing flowers for you and also for your mother.

Your mum can’t help but notice how much you smile when he’s around. And when he asks them for your hand in marriage, it’s your mother who smiles at your father and convinces him.

Gladio

You’ve been with Gladio for forever. It’s him they keep making those acidic remarks about. ‘If he had any integrity, if he really wanted you to be part of his family, he’d have proposed by now…’ Truth is, Gladio wants to. He’s had his mother’s engagement ring ready for you for years.

He’s just terrified.

He knows you feel pressure from your family, and the last thing he wants to do is put more on you by actually asking you. He doesn’t know if you want it or not, and he’s too scared to bring it up in case you don’t. He can’t handle the thought of you rejecting him, so he just goes on hoping you won’t leave him.

When he hears that they’ve been at you again, he wonders if that might be an opportunity to broach the topic without the pressure. “You want me to go see your dad?”

You blink. “Gladio, if you do that… If you go to him, you can’t go back…”

“Yeah,” he says evenly, his voice cracking slightly. “Well….”

“But I’m not noble,” you blurt. “What would your family think?”

“They love you, silly,” he grinning nervously.

“I thought your dad hated me.”

“He doesn’t. Not at all. He just doesn’t know how to behave around us. He still can’t get over the fact that I’m hopelessly and helplessly in love with someone.” His smile is still shy. “He’d be like that with anyone. And Iris fucking loves you. She can’t stop talking about how amazing you are, and how good you are for me.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his shaggy mane. “She’s right. You are.”

You sigh. “So why did it take my parents badgering you for this to come up?”

He tells you how scared he was that you’d leave him, how he thought you didn’t want marriage… You just melt and throw your arms around him. “You silly beast,” you laugh into his chest. “I thought you didn’t want to make me an Amicitia…”

Gladio is crying when he pulls back in horror. He tells you how long he’s had his mother’s engagement ring ready in the lock-box in his bedroom.

Then you start crying.

Cue all the romantic gestures.

Cue a very nervous Gladio talking to his own father in his study one day.

Cue a very nervous Gladio at dinner with your parents a week later.

Cue a very nervous Gladio asking your father for your hand in marriage.

Cue a very happy, heavily perspiring Gladio leaving your father’s room with a big grin on his face.

Cue the most perfectly ‘you’ proposal ever.

Ignis

Marriage isn’t something that really occurred to Ignis before being with you.

He’s busy, and cannot promise that he won’t have to get up in the middle of the night to attend to a political nightmare. He cannot promise that he will not always put Noctis before you, and that kills him.

He’s also terrified of the prospect of being a father. He’s blind, and terrified that he won’t be able to cope with a child. That something will happen that he won’t see, or can’t deal with because he can’t see. He’s absolutely terrified.

But when you tell him in tears about the unbearable pressure they’re putting on you, he starts to think quietly to himself. He’s withdrawn and distant, and you wonder what’s going on to make him so pensive.

Shyly, bashfully, he brings it up at dinner a few days later. He takes a huge gulp of wine and then says, “How have your parents been… you know… regarding the pressure they were putting on you about marriage? Are they still at it?”

You sigh, putting fingertips to your temple. “Yeah,” you breathe. “It’s awful. It’s all they talk about. Can we please not bring it up?”

“I… forgive me,” he falters, “But I think I may have formulated a solution to the problem.”

“Oh?”

“But of course, I am unable to guess your feelings on the matter with any certainty.”

“Iggy,” you say sternly. “Stop worrying and spit it out. You always talk like that when you’re worried.”

“Apologies,” he chuckles. “I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Well, I’ve always said I… that I didn’t think I was the marrying kind, but… but you… you have gradually come to show me that being married is not something that is vastly different from what we already have. We live together, you are the most supportive partner I could ever have imagined… Marriage would be a legal affirmation of what we already have…”

You purse your lips together to keep from smiling too hard. This was all so ‘Ignis’, it was unbelievable.

“How would it be if I were to propose myself to your parents as a suitor for your hand?” he asks in a rush.

His eyes were wide and while he seemed to be holding the glass delicately, you saw his knuckles turning white. You breathed out a sigh. “You’re saying you want to marry me?”

He nodded. “I am.”

“I think you plan is, as ever, flawless, Iggy,” you say. “But seriously, put that glass down before you shatter it.”

He looks from you to the wine, drinking another huge mouthful before setting it down. “Excellent advice, as always, my darling,” he smiles.


Ask me a question or send me a prompt and I’ll write you something.

Daddy Chocobros!

Chocobro as dads?! Yup, and here is what I think it would be like and how many kids each Chocobro would have. And it pained me to do this, but I had to do a Blind Ignis as a father. 

Noctis 

Twins, one boy, and one girl. The girl would have his dark hair and the boy would have blonde. Like the sun and moon, light and dark.

His daughter is like the day, bright and cheery and is always the first to rise in her family. While his son is much like him, a sleepy and lazy at times. Both his children would go on fishing trips with him, though his daughter would get bored and would just wonder off to pick flowers while her brother and father are fishing away. And like their father, they hate their vegetables. That no matter how hard the cooks (even Ignis) try to sneak veggies into the little prince and princess’s meals they always find a way to pick them out. Leaving poor Noctis to be an example and choke down his own vegetables just to have his kids eating them.

Noctis tries his best to balance his royal duties as well as duties as a father, now completely understanding what his father went through with raising him. That like King Regis, Noctis didn’t want his kids to see him as a king, but as a father. Noctis never wanted his kids to feel lonely or that he is too busy for them. Noctis will always try to find time for his kids, no matter how busy his schedule may be. That he would dedicate his evenings with his children, casting shadow puppets in their nursery walls and telling them about his adventures he took with his friends (trying his best to leave out the scary bits in fears he would give his kids nightmares). Even when Noctis had to be away from his children for an extended period of time he would always let them know that he loves them before he leaves and will shower them with kisses and hugs when he comes home. 

Prompto 

Three kids, all boys. All three would have Prompto’s freckles and mops of blond hair with just as much sunshine radiance as their father. 

Like Noctis, Prompto doesn’t want his kids to ever feel like they were never wanted or that they weren’t good enough. Prompto would constantly let his children know that he loves them and that they are always good enough to do whatever it is that they want to do. To never think that they never amount to anything and that they are perfect just the way they are. 

Prompto is the type of father who would always listen to his kids problems and try his best to fix whatever problem it is that his children will face in their adolescence. Even if he doesn’t have the answer he will still try to help, even when one of his kids came out being homosexual (and dating one of Gladio’s sons) Prompto still loved his son, reminding him that no matter what he would still love him, gay or otherwise! 

Gladio

Six kids, four boys, and two girls

All of his children would have floral based names, keeping the the Amicitia tradition, as well as becoming the King’s Shield. Gladio is a huge Papa Bear always wanting to protect his kids and yet wanting them to grow up tough. That sometimes he has a hard time letting his kids go out and do hunts on their own or to become Shields themselves. But he soon let’s go of the control and lets his kids explore the world and allowing the girls to finally date, though he still watches them like a hawk, scaring potential dates away. 

Gladio is close to his kids and always encourages his kids to come to him if they ever have a problem. And when one of his sons come to him saying that he is gay and is dating one of Prompto’s son Gladio just states that he knew the whole time and was just waiting for him to talk to him about it. That no matter what, Gladio would still love his son, even if he was dating a guy and was just happy he didn’t have to worry about him getting a girl pregnant. However, he still doesn’t want his son and Prompto’s to be sleeping together, at least, not under his roof (sneaky little boys having sex under their fathers noses).

Ignis

One child, a daughter. 

In spite of Ignis’s blindness, he is a doting father to his little princess. The two would often be found in the kitchen together with his daughter pushing a chair next to Ignis, helping him out with the meal preps and cooking. She would always be amazed that her father could cook even when he couldn’t see that at times, she believed that her father really could see. Ignis’s little girl isn’t a picky eater and would always try the new recipehs her father would whip up. Some she likes more than others, but Ignis would already keep mental notes of what his daughter’s favorites were so he could make them again for her. 

Ignis would spend his evenings cuddling with his daughter, reading her bedtime stories via Braille. Or he would sing her a lullaby when she was fussy or had a nightmare. And when she does finally go to sleep against his chest, Ignis would only hold her a few more moments, breathing in her scent, running his fingers through her hair. Ignis would spend moments like this trying to memorize everything about his child, trying to imagine what she would look like. Would she have his eyes? His hair? Never knowing what his daughter would look like would always bring tears to Ignis’s eyes.

The Proposal

A/N: This is my canon divergence for the CS proposal and the big secret that came out. I am happy they’re engaged but feel like there was such a missed opportunity. This story picks up after Killian sees the pages August brought him of David’s father. This was written right after 6x13 and before watching 6x14. This is all fluff, no smut (yet 😉). I may add to it as the story progresses. It is fun to give an alternate option and a look at another way it could have played out. I hope you enjoy it!

He knew he shouldn’t have drank so much bloody rum. But learning that he had been the one who killed David’s father had been too much. How can I be the man worthy of the savior when I’ve killed her grandfather Killian thought to himself? He was going home, it was time for Emma to learn the truth of what he’d done. He would beg her forgiveness and hope she gave it. He knew his hope of making Swan his bride had been killed the moment those story book pages hit his hand. He felt as if he’d been hit by a cannon when he saw the picture of David’s father. He had done so many things wrong, hurt so many people, but knowing he had done this…he wasn’t sure he could live with himself. Killian felt sick to his stomach and it wasn’t the barrel of rum he had swishing in his belly. It was guilt. Agonizing, painful guilt. He stopped, he could see the house up ahead. It was his home, the home he’d made with Emma and Henry. The moment he had seen the house he knew he wanted to live in it with his Swan. This home with her was easily the most scared thing he had and he knew the moment he told her the truth, it would be ripped away from him. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. One thing he was not was a coward. He would tell Swan and he would tell David. He steeled his spine and continued the journey to his home for the last time.

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