#someone give link a hug

[arsoniiii]

born to kiss boys, forced to memento mori

[thatonecrazysidekick]

aaaaand back to pen line art!! :D

I wasn't planning on drawing this, but I was listening to Mitski and that kinda influenced my mood, so...yeah. ✨angst✨

[casual-praxis]

Gas Station AU Red is going through it, but at least his eyes look cool. 👌

Slight context: This au is based loosely on the series Tales from the Gas Station; a horror comedy. Red has already died once in this au, and he isn’t coping as well as he thinks he is. He can’t hide his emotions at all when in his “true form”, so he ends up crying a lot despite trying to convince everyone he’s fine.

Further context: Red is sad because Vio is dead, Blue feels like a stranger to him (despite the fact they’re supposed to be best friends), and Shadow is still around (which Red is torn on how to feel about, since Vio died because of him).

That doesn’t actually clarify anything, but I haven’t slept in several hours and the spaghetti plot that is this au currently only makes sense to one other person.

It’s not perfect, but I’ve never used the animating feature of IbisPaint before, so it was a fun little test run.

[cryiling]

just discovered the barbie template website and now i can't stop making these

[weirdmageddon]

poor link is so so stressed out in this game. from having a huge chunk of his flesh necrotized and losing zelda by a hair’s width, to being super jumpy and on edge, and looking so lost and like hes about to cry

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I posted a sketch of Abel being happy so now I guess the tax must be paid and he must have angst again

It didn't take long for the excitement to wear off.

The outburst started gently, at least. Link wandered anxiously, hands held out in front of him as if he were going to grab something or play with something, and then he wrung them nervously. He sniffled, eyes widening and watering.

"Link?" Abel prompted, putting the last of his armor on his bed.

And that was all it took. Abel stared in alarm as his little boy burst into tears, catching the attention of their roommate, Norri, who flinched.

“I want to go home,” Link cried.

Abel knelt down to be at eye level with the boy, trying to settle him quickly. “Link, we can’t go home.”

“But I want to go home!”

“I know,” Abel acknowledged, putting his hands on the little one’s shoulders. Link’s eyes were puffy now, his face red as he stood there and sobbed. “I know you do. But we can’t go home. We have to stay here.”

“I want Mama!”

Abel’s heart clenched. For a moment he couldn’t speak, emotions drowning his voice, but Link’s wails pierced through the fog, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as Norri began to look agitated.

Quickly picking his boy up, he hastened outside, pressing Link’s face to his shoulder both to wipe his tears and try to muffle his cries as he whispered again, “Link, calm down. We can’t go home. I told you we would be here a while.”

It was ridiculous to assume a four-year-old would truly understand his words when he had explained the trip and he knew it. It was foolish to think this was going to be fine. But he had hoped… after running into the king himself had managed to not be disastrous, and after Link had spent two days wandering without incident, he’d hoped it would be all right.

Link cried louder, legs wiggling as he started to progress to a full-on meltdown. Abel held on to him helplessly. Tilieth always had more patience for these moments, always knew how to soothe their child when he himself didn’t know how to do so. Abel was of no use in this situation – he expressed his emotions so differently, so quietly in comparison to that of a child. He tried to remember what his sisters did, but Ama always focused outward on their younger sister, and he’d never really figured out how to calm Shola down so much as just argue with her. So he… had no experience in this.

“Link,” Abel said helplessly as he finally made it outside to avoid causing a ruckus in the palace. “Link, settle down. We can’t go home; you have to accept that.”

No matter what words Abel chose, Link wouldn’t accept that. He repeated his displeasure continuously, so much so that Abel was afraid he’d wake all of Zora’s Domain. He tried to hide in a corner somewhere, climbing one of the passageways that twirled around the Domain, ignoring the damp chill that began to settle through his light undertunic and trousers. Link didn’t seem to notice it, though he felt the little boy’s fingers steadily turn to icicles.

Frustration started to pull at him. He couldn’t calm his child, he couldn’t get him to be quiet, he was screaming in his ear—it wasn’t as if Abel himself didn’t want to see Tilieth, as if he weren’t worrying about his wife who was on death’s door with illness—

Abel, stop. He’s a child.

And? He’d stared at his dead father’s face, smelled the stench of rotting flesh despite the perfumes liberally poured around him, all when he was a child. He’d watched it kill his mother slowly for two years before she finally joined him.

You were eight at that point. He’s four. He doesn’t understand and you know that.

The frustration grew, though, despite his arguments, despite him knowing that his boy couldn’t help this. Perhaps it was just because he was angry at himself for even thinking about this, for ever suggesting and fighting for bringing a four-year-old child to a diplomatic mission, for having to shoulder the responsibility of the entire family while his wife was dying—

Abel bit his lip until it bled, trying to ignore the sobs coming from his son. Instead, he held him tightly, rocking back and forth, out of words, out of patience, out of emotions, out of everything. His repeated whispers devolved into hushes, offering what little comfort he could. It didn’t feel like nearly enough. It never felt like enough.

Link cried himself into exhaustion, his wailing finally settling into hiccups, and Abel released a full breath, having been rigid as a board for what felt like an hour. Slowly, hesitantly, he started making his way back to the central part of the Domain, thankful for the lack of people in the area, but hesitated before going to the palace. He himself was too full of emotions and energy now, and he knew he couldn’t sleep. Instead, he tucked Link more closely to the center of his chest, head right under his chin, and continued to sway back and forth with a light bounce to his knees. He wandered aimlessly, mind helplessly full of cotton and unable to process words anymore, before he found himself in front of the statue of Hylia.

It was a small statue, carved in the luminous stones of the area, giving it an ethereal glow. Some aquatic plant was adorning her head like a crown. It was lopsided, like a child had placed it there and wasn’t quite tall enough to get it right.

Abel slid to the ground, back against the railing behind him, Link held ever so closely. The boy was limp with exhaustion, asleep and warm in the embrace. Abel shivered.

He had no words to offer in a prayer. Instead, he just stared. Hylia smiled serenely back.

Abel stayed there, in a strange trance, overwhelmed and underwhelmed, energized and exhausted, until the sun started to reflect on the sparkling stones.

[apotelesmaa]

My initial off the top of my head wxs Pokémon partners match up would be

Nene - primarina/rotom/hatterene. Primarina is self explanatory, the rotom was originally rui’s but it possesses robonene so it’s hers now, and hatterene…

Emu - bewear/mr. mime/togekiss. Bewear is funny (& similar to the mascot bodyguard), Mr. Mime is self explanatory, togekiss is self explanatory wrt Pokédex entries.

Rui - porygon z/mimikyu/silvaly. I feel like all of these are pretty self explanatory.

Tsukasa - dragonite/sylveon/rapidash. Dragonite is a wxs world link reference, sylveon just fits, rapidash because there is no Pegasus pokemon.

[littlelightfish]

Linebeck slowly held the child closer to his chest. He was dead. A few seconds ago, that precious little hero had no pulse and wasn't breathing. A few minutes ago, he was dying in his hopless arms due to bloodloss and was crying his last words as his life and consciousness drifted slowly away, just like sand, in his useless hands. He had tried. He really did. He'd looked in his bag for healing supplies just to find out in horror he had none. The stab in the kid's abdomen was bad, but he held an horrible wound in his head, which was bleeding profusely, and which his improvised bandages could do nothing against in sake of saving the child's life. He saw him die a few seconds ago. He had dressed him back in his green attire when he realized in the most devastating second in his life that he could not do nothing to save the hero. He could hear his breathing became faint despite his panicked screams and begs to him to keep breathing while he tried with all he could to keep him alive. When Link stopped fighting for the need of taking a breath, he knew that this was it. He tried everything he could, which was clearly not nearly enough to save the kid's life. He dressed him in his own coat, wishing it could, at least, give him some warmth in the doors of death. Tears refused to fall as he helplessly watched him fall in the arms of the eternal slumber. Everything in the world stopped alongside the heartbeat of the hero, and the world fell quiet as he stared at the corpse of the child in his arms. He was dead. Link was dead. All because he was not even close enough to have the ability to save him. He saw the hero die. His peacefull face was covered in his own blood, the sand around was drenched in the precious red liquid that the little hero needed so much inside of him to keep himself alive, his own hands were red with the blood of the kind-hearted hero. His adventure was over. Why did he had to die? Even when the gentle chime of a fairy returned the rising and falling to Link's chest he could stop looking at the small face covered in blood and seeing death at his soft edges. Where was the fairy a few seconds ago? When he hadn't yet died in his arms? When he hadn't yet feeled like the world was ending in his arm? Ciela was yelling something, and just then he realized she was there all along. His cheek touched the child's forehead, and he found it warm. Alive. He wasn't alive a few seconds ago. He wanted to cry so badly, but he couldn't, and he wouldn't. He still was hugging him closer and closer to himself as he tried to reassure himself that he was, by miracle, still alive. That he wasn't yet another companion that he couldn't save because of his inability to do so. Clenching his fingers in the blood-strained hair of the small -oh, so small- hero, he stared at the infinity of the ocean, too many thoughs in his mind, they all so loud he could never put them into words. Link groaned weakly. He sobbed. He saw his son die. No amount of fairy magic could ever change that.

[crazylittlejester]

Your trademark is the Warriors Angst Creator™️

Will I ever give him a nice day? No probably not

[clancycosmic]

Cry Little Sister chapter 2

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The sun rises the next morning, it had been exactly three days since I got sucked into that portal.

It was still so bizarre to me, my eyes fluttered open, the sunlight blinding me almost instantly, making me hiss while I sat up from the ground I was lying on.

I was still exhausted, but I knew I had to keep going, I was also hungry and thirsty, so I might as well go find a stream and catch something to fill my empty stomach.

I stand up, hand on the surface of the tree stump for support. I wobble a bit as my legs still feel like jello from the endless walking for the past three days now.

I still couldn't figure out the time, I had my watch with me but I was skeptical of it working, I tap it a few times to make sure the hands inside were still ticking away.

8:30am the watch read.

I signed in relief, surprised that this thing was still working.

I was glad, though, nevertheless.

I packed up what little things I had with me and continued onwards, dragging my still-aching feet across the grassy floor, birds chirped nearby, distracting me from my dissociation of wanting to detach myself from this reality or if it was even a real reality, to begin with.

I don't even know anymore.

A few miles later, I rested; I caught myself some fresh fish that were now laying on the side of the campfire that I was trying to light with the matches that somehow ended up in my backpack; oh well, might as well put them to good use.

A few moments later, the fire was lit, which took me almost two minutes to even get the match to light up, but it all worked well in the end.

The fish were now cooking over the fire and I was at the stream nearby to fill up my water bottles and freshen up as best as I could before returning.

It was was was midday now, the sun above my head casting its warm rays, I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I watched the fish cook, giving me a few moments to ponder what had just happened the last few days.

I wondered what my friends and family were doing right now?

I let out a shaky breath, letting the emotions get the best of me as I did something I hadn't done in a while.

I cried.

I let the tears fall to the ground as I silently sobbed, forgetting the fish that was cooking only for a few moments.

I wiped my eyes and just sat there, head lowered like a dog that had just been kicked.

I suddenly snap out of my thoughts, realizing the fish were burnt to a crisp as I cursed myself for leaving them over the fire for too long.

I quickly pulled them off and frantically blew on them; they were burnt but not completely burnt; they were still edible thank god.

I ate and gulped down some water before extinguishing the fire; I was happy but still a little bit exhausted, I dusted myself off and stretched.

I hear something.

I paused what I was doing to listen again, this reality likes to make a fool out of me.

I just shrugged it off as nothing.

[gummiiismiles]

DAWWW dude fr they need ONE lifetime they’re not fighting for their lives

gods said let’s not give these bitches a break

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Listening to some Just Rolled With It stuff while I'm cooking, and I got to the episode (#65) where randomly they all start sharing small compliments they've received from strangers that they've carried with them for the rest of their lives and meant a lot to them and I'm like :(

It makes me a little sad to hear, especially since I know dudes in particular (at least here in the US / my region) don't typically receive tons of compliments.

[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO

[skyloftian-nutcase]

How about loneliness for the ask game?

He once heard someone say that loneliness could drive a man mad. It had made him pause and wonder, but what difference did it make? He'd been alone for the majority of his life now, and honestly, nothing was more isolating than being amongst the people of Hyrule in a land that didn't even know he existed - he was far better off alone.

[freezingwhitefire]

@wolfy1298

The author requested that you be tagged with a link to their fic since they took inspiration from your art. The link to the oneshot is below.

So about that “E for Everyone” rating….

[nosyp]

Twst Second Years reacting to someone else calling you 'honey' or 'sweetheart'

First years | Third years

A/N = WOOOHOOOO I'm actually continuing it, pls like share comment n subscribe y'all!1!!11!

Riddle Rosehearts

He stops mid-motion, his eyes narrowing sharply at the person.

“Excuse me? I believe you’ve forgotten your manners.” he says as he crosses his arms, stepping in front of you like a shield.

His voice is firm but icy, “They’re not yours to address so casually.”

He’ll fume about it later, pacing and ranting to himself about the audacity. Like "THEY did not deserve to call you by THAT nickname, only I can,"

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie immediately tenses when the sound is processed, body unmoving, but hides it behind a grin.

“Honey? That’s cute, but I think you’ve got the wrong person.” he tells the other person.

Casually drapes his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.

Might ‘accidentally’ use his connections to make sure that person doesn’t get too comfortable around you.

Azul Ashengrotto

His smile falters for a fraction of a second before he regains his composure.

“Honey? Sweetheart? My, how bold of you to use such familiar terms.”

Steps in with a charming but slightly threatening demeanor.

“You must be unaware that (Y/N) is under my care. Do let me know if I need to clarify further.”

Quietly seethes, thinking about ways to ensure the offender never oversteps again.

Jade Leech

He smiles at the offender, giving a polite and eerie smile, kind of giving the signal to run too.

“Oh? How endearing. Though, I do believe that’s our thing. Right (Y/N)?”

Steps closer to you, his hand resting lightly on your back.

Keeps his calm demeanor, but there’s a promise of subtle revenge in his tone.

Floyd Leech

Immediately frowns, leaning in with an uncomfortably close stare.

“Eh? Honey? Sweetheart? That’s MY nickname for Shrimpy!”

Wraps you up in a possessive hug, grumbling about how annoying the offender is.

Might or might not... escalate to something worse... maybe yelling or maybe chasing the person off if his mood sours.

HEY! At least it's safe to say that guy's probably not gonna ever try anything with you ever again. :)

Kalim Al-Asim

Looks surprised at first, but quickly recovers with a cheerful laugh.

“Oh, (Y/N)’s the sweetest, aren’t they? I’m lucky to have them!”

He then takes your hand or links arms with you to show you’re his.

Feels a little twinge of jealousy but lets it slide because he’s confident in your bond.

Jamil Viper

Freezes for a split second before letting out a low chuckle.

“They must’ve mistaken you for someone else.” he says in disbelief, after all why would someone else call you that?

Later, he'll position himself between you and the offender.

Makes a mental note to remember the person’s face in case they try again.

If they do try again, say bye bye.

Silver

His initial reaction is just to blink in surprise, but then he manages to remains calm.

“Honey? I’m sure they didn’t mean any harm. Maybe it was just an honest mistake.”

Gently shifts closer to you, his protective instincts kicking in.

Though polite, he gives the offender a piercing look, silently warning them to back off.

Later, he might overthink the situation and wonder if he should’ve been more assertive.

A/N = Ngl i feel like some were ooc.... if some are please do tell i'll rewrite. FEEDBACK is appreciated btw!!!