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It seemed like months, but in reality it was only almost two short weeks since Link grew cold to Zelda after her fit of rage. She didn’t realize just how much she valued him and his company until it was no longer there. Going on excursions to the shrines was no longer fun and she often looked over her shoulder in hopes she’d see his broad back towards her as he guarded her with his life. Nonetheless, she was disappointed each time.

She couldn’t handle not being on good terms with her best friend anymore, so she set out to the training grounds where she knew he would be. Her eyes stung as she thought back to her comments, calling him useless and replaceable. Both of which were terms used to describe Link oppositely. Link was their most dependable and hardworking knight– there wasn’t a day that he didn’t train or help. She had to make things right.

As the sound of the wooden training swords clacked against each other, Zelda’s mouth grew more and more dry. With his back to her, Link only knew of her presence when his sparring partner tilted his chin towards her direction. Link looked over his shoulder and scowled, but provided the princess with her desired audience.

Link grabs the towel handed to him by his partner and without a word, he dropped to a knee and bowed respectfully, awaiting her message. “Link…” she began with a shaky voice. “Please stand…” He complies with a deep sigh and looks to read her face. She does the same, noting the still-present resentment, and bites her lip. “I– I’m so sorry for…for what I said.” Link rolls his eyes and shifts his weight onto one leg.

The princess clenches her fists anxiously and presses on. “My anger is and never will be an excuse for the offense I’ve caused, but–” she chokes on her words, trying to suppress her sobs. “But I did not mean what I said. You are far from replaceable, Link…You are my best friend, and I’ve missed you terribly…” Zelda trails off and looks to her feet. “I understand you may not forgive me any time soon…or ever…but I am sincerely, and deeply, sorry.”

She sniffles, hiding her flushed face from the man before her. She hears him sigh once more, scoff a bit, and shift in his place. Expecting him to be gone, she opens her eyes and is met with a towel being pressed to her nose firmly. Link pinches and wiggles his hand a bit, before pulling the towel away, folding it, and pressing it gently to her cheek to wipe the tears she unknowingly shed. “You are not a pretty crier,” he laughs softly. “You’ve got boogers everywhere.” Zelda smiles and embraces him tightly, pressing her face into his chest. “Hey, I’m sweaty,” he protests, but she only held him tighter.

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@fatale-distraction thanks for this prompt!!! For @dadrunkwriting


PAIRING: Abelas x Merrill

It was odd. Not having a purpose. Not like he’d had before. Though Solas had reassigned him to do some important things there was a freedom that he’d never tasted before. He was free from guarding the Well of Sorrows, free from the service of Mythal and free to be himself. Though, he wasn’t quite sure who he really was anymore and after thousands of years spent in servitude, how did one simply “find” themselves.

The first thing he did after moving his belongings into his new home was to ride. And he rode for days, only taking time to give his Hart a break for it would be useless to him if it were run down to exhaustion. While he rode, he let down down his hood, letting the wind sift through his undone braid, his white-blonde locks trailing out behind him.

Solas had asked him if he wanted his vallaslin removed but after so many years, what was the point? He knew what they meant, he’d always known but he didn’t care. The more years that had passed by, the less Abelas cared—about anything really, except for the Well. But it was gone now.

Plains stretched out before him, as far as the eyes could see until rows of reeds turned into a field of lavender that swayed lazily in the light breeze. Abelas pulled on his hart to a halt and took off the light tunic that covered him. He’d retired his armor for days like today so he could just live life.

With his chest bared, he tipped his chin to the sun, letting the rays seep into his skin. But feeling the sun wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel more. He wanted the earth between his toes, the reeds in his hands, the scent of lavender in his nose and the sounds of the crows calling somewhere far away in his ears.

He lay down in the middle of the field and closed his eyes while the sun painted his lids in monochromatic orange. But just as he spread his arms out, he felt his fingers being crushed and his eyes shot open as he drew his hand to his chest.

“Oh! Oh no! I’m so sorry! How silly of me! I didn’t see you there! I’m so sorry!”

Abelas sat up and stared up at the raven haired beauty before him with bright green eyes and a kind face.

“It’s alright,” he said while shaking his fingers out. He hissed a little from the pain as she knelt down beside him.

“Are you hurt? Can I do something to help? I’m so sorry.”

Abelas frowned. “You don’t need to apologize so much. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m Merrill,” the girl said, tilting her head to get a better look at him.


Merrill seemed puzzled. “What are tou sorry for?”

It was his turn to be confused. They were stuck in a stalemate for a moment before it finally dawned on him why she was confused.

“My name is Abelas.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh!” Then her face broke into a smile.

“Well, I’m glad we’ve met.” She nodded. “Sorry about your hand. I really should be more careful.”

Abelas said, “likewise,” then stood as well. He noticed her eyes flick quickly to his chest then away but he suddenly felt warm and self conscious so he began making his way back to his hart.

Merrill followed after him. “Um, I’m sure you don’t want to spend time with the elf that nearly crushed your hand, but if you don’t have anywhere you need to be I’d like to make it up to you…”

Abelas smiled while shoving his arms into the lightweight tunic. “Actually, I’d like that. I haven’t traveled much of the world in some time so I’d be glad to have some company.”

He hauled himself onto the back of the hart and then offered her his hand. Merrill grinned and took it gladly while easing herself into place behind him. She placed her hands gently around his waist as he whistled, signaling the hart to move forward. It’d been countless years since Abelas had felt anyone’s touch but for some reason, it felt comforting as they rode across the plains.

He still wasn’t sure how to find himself but he felt alive and that’s all that mattered.

the dumb fucks at blizzard decided that somehow, bastion was fucking useless, completely ignoring that the reason people generally don’t use him is because most players have some measley iota of respect for other people and he’s a garbage dump of a character NOT because of how useless he is but because of how utterly STUPID it is to play against him and makes it fun for no one

they decided that this walking gun was only not being played because nobody saw any practical uses for him as is, even though every single ten year old and their grandmother i’ve gotten locked in with has known that the strategy of shoving a mercy so far up this gun’s ass and putting the most senile reinhardt in front of them WORKS and it’s so painfully STUPID for both teams

but no, not only was bastion and his self-healing, infinite bullet-spitting ass somehow useless, they had to make him 

  • have 100 bullets added to his already hefty 200 magazine size, allowing him to spray for a few seconds MORE after he’s already decimated your whimpy ass
  • this chump fuck can heal himself while running away like the little coward he is instead of sitting there and receiving the death he deserves, allowing him to heal, run off somewhere, and thanks to his now conveniently larger magazine size, kill you with 25 bullets instead of 20!
  • what’s more, his healing is goddamn unstoppable. if you damage him, he just keeps fucking healing. it’s like dealing with roadhog, but at least i can feel something for roadhog, because he’s not a garbage can robot
  • and in case this wasn’t enough, this piece of shit is 33% more harder to kill because he takes less damage. say hello to teams exclusively laid out to protect their bastion overlord, that idiot fucking robot, and say goodbye to any semblance of love you have for humankind as a whole 

‘bastion should now be stronger and more flexible now, you’re welcome’. go to the trash compactor you smelly fucking hunk of junk. fuck you jeff kaplan. go to hell and take your garbage robot gun with you

Jesus Christ comes back to Earth in the Marvel Universe, so people just think he’s the most useless Avenger and dismiss him quickly. Christ tries to regain his followers by doing something bigger than he’s ever done before.

Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli

“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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Some interesting contrasts between Kylo and Hux’s childhoods from the novels:



“Brendol Hux is not a popular man. He isn’t army, he isn’t navy. He’s cold, smug, stubborn. He spends his time alone. Even his own son stays away from him—and that boy has no friends here, either. With the fall of the Empire, Hux and his son have been increasingly alienated.” - Empire’s End


“His expression reminded her a little bit of Ben’s when he was little, running in after an afternoon of roughhousing with his friends, hair mussed, absolutely filthy, and proud of himself.” - Bloodline



”He has a child, a bastard boy, as I understand. Not born of his wife, Maratelle, but of some … kitchen woman” - Life Debt


“On the day the Instruments of Surrender are signed, a child is born on Chandrila to Leia Organa and Han Solo. Friends and family gather. Rumors fly about who was there and who was not. Some say that the golden boy, Luke Skywalker, made an appearance and then was gone again, off on some untold mission. Others say his absence was conspicuous. Missing, too, was Solo’s copilot, who is said to have finally found his own Wookiee family on Kashyyyk. Stories of the birth range from the dramatic and fortuitous to the utterly inauspicious—one story suggests that the birthing chamber was occupied for three whole days while Leia struggled. Another tells the tale that it was fast and painless: She merely needed to calm herself and meditate to make the moment as untroubled as a mountain lake. Some say the boy was born with a shock of black hair, others that he had a full set of teeth, others still that he was just a baby like any other, sweet one moment, screaming the next, and nestling at his mother as any healthy child does.

What is known is this: The child’s name is Ben, and he takes his father’s last name, even as Leia keeps only her own family name, Organa.” - Empire’s end

“But of course you should! None of the Elder Houses adjudicates succession through strict bloodline inheritance.” Privately Lady Carise held some reservations about this. Bloodlines had to matter somewhat, otherwise the very concept of royalty would be discounted. However, she believed that inner nobility could be demonstrated through action, and despite her political disagreements with the princess, Lady Carise felt nobody could deny Leia’s courage was the equal of any monarch’s. “You must succeed Lord Mellowyn, just as your son must someday succeed you.”

For a moment Princess Leia looked weary, as if she had aged between one sentence and the next. “I can’t see Ben taking much interest in the governorship, either.” - Bloodline

Parents and “mentors”


“Armitage is a weak-willed boy. Thin as a slip of paper and just as useless. But I’ll teach him. You’ll… you’ll see. He has potential.” - Life Debt

“Hm. Brendol does not much like you, I suspect.”

Tears line the boy’s eyelids as he nods in agreement. “I suspect that is correct, sir.” - Empire’s End

“The months for Sloane are hard and lonely. The Imperialis is a cold, impeccably designed ship, and she shares it with a pack of wild children and the haggard, haunted remnant of the man named Brendol Hux. The early days of the trip were spent worrying about whether or not one day Hux would rally his vicious orphans to slay her while sleeping. But once she saw that the children listened to Hux’s own son—a pale slip of a boy with a tousle of red hair—she went to him and asked young Armitage to make a deal with her. She said to Armitage: “If you’re willing to keep me safe from the children, then I will keep you safe from your father. Do we have an accord?” The boy nodded and said that they did.” - Empire’s End

“He nodded. Smiling through tears. Blubbering that he was her man. Then she added, “Your son. Armitage. I know you don’t like him. I suspect you hurt him— psychologically or physically, I don’t know, and I don’t care. You will leave him alone. And you will teach the boy everything that you know. Are we clear?” More blubbering, more nodding. That solved that problem.”  -  Empire’s End


“There! There it is. Washing over her and through her — an awareness unlike any she’s ever felt before. A pulsing glow, flickering and strong.

It’s not the plant. It’s not Luke. It’s not even Han.

It’s her child.

This isn’t just a mother’s recognition of the life inside—that, she already knows. She’s already well aware of the bump and tumble of that little person she carries. (And she already knows about the heartburn, and the pre-breakfast nausea, and the post-breakfast nausea, and the post-post-breakfast hunger)

This goes beyond all that. This is something separate from her. It isn’t a physical feeling. It is all around her. It suffuses her like the perfume from a jungle of flowers. As such, she is suddenly aware of her child’s mind and spirit: She senses pluck and wit and steel blood and a keen mind and by the blood of Alderaan is this one going to be a fighter!” - Life Debt

“Princess Leia’s baby, he knows, will have a good life. The best life. A family kept together, a father and mother who love him…” -  Empire’s End

“The dark, now lit with stars. One by one, like eyes opening. Comforting at first, then sinister as she worries, Who is out there, who is watching us? Hands reach for her, hands of shadow, lifting her up, reaching for her throat, her wrists, her stomach— Inside, the child kicks. She feels her baby turning inside, right-side up and upside down, struggling to find his bearings, trying so hard to find his way free of her. It’s not time, she thinks. Just a little longer.

Luke, she wants to cry out. But her words won’t come. Her mouth is sealed, a hand pressed over it. One by one, stars go dark again, winking out of existence as if by a hand slowly closing over them—” - Empire’s End

“But her baby boy? Him she can effortlessly feel inside her. Not just the way that all mothers can feel the living creature within, but she can feel him with the invisible hands of the Force: With it she senses the margins of his burgeoning mind, she knows his mood, she can tell that he’s healthy. He is less a human-shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust through with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it’s normal—Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

Right now her son is upset, tumbling inside her as if he can’t get comfortable. His light, flickering with the dark. She centers herself and concentrates. The walls of the room fall away. Everything is white and then it’s black. Then she’s in the calm, airless void. As Leia finds her peace, so does her son.” - Empire’s End

“While Leia is in the other room taking a shower, Han says in a low voice: “Hey. It’s you and me, kid. Whole damn galaxy against us but we’ll make it through okay. I’m not always gonna be the best dad—c’mon, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here. I can barely take care of myself. But I’ll always keep us pointed in the right direction…even if we zig and zag a little to get there. There’s your first lesson: Sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t mean following a straight line. Sometimes you gotta—” He takes his hand and gestures with it like it’s a fish swimming this way and that, left and right and up and down. “Don’t tell your mother I said that.”


He stoops down and gingerly reaches for his son. He hoists him up and Ben twists and turns in his grip. He’s so small. Han thinks how easy it would be to break him. Or to drop him. The boy is vulnerable to everything. And so he does what feels most natural—he protects the kid by bringing him close to his chest. And just like that Ben stops crying. The boy nuzzles up against his collarbone. He burps once, his dark eyes pinch shut, and he’s out like a light.” -  Empire’s End

“Leia called upon her memories of Ben as she smiled at them.” - Bloodline

“We’ve lost our son, forever.”

Leia bit her lower lip, refusing to concede. “No. It was Snoke.”

Han drew back slightly. “Snoke?”

She nodded. “He knew our child would be strong with the Force. That he was born with equal potential for good or evil.”

“You knew this from the beginning? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She sighed. “Many reasons. I was hoping that I was wrong, that it wasn’t true. I hoped I could sway him, turn him away from the dark side, without having to involve you.” … I thought I could sheild him from Snoke’s influence and you from what was happening.” Her voice dropped. “It’s clear now that I was wrong. Whether your involvement would have made a difference, we’ll never know.”

He had trouble believing what he was hearing. “So Snoke was watching our son.”

“Always,” she told him. “From the shadows, in the beginning, even before I realized what was happening, he was manipulating everything, pulling our son toward the dark side.”  - The Force Awakens Novelization



“The gift. You want to know about the gift. Here it is, Armitage: You will lead these children. They will serve you. And one day soon your father will pass down his teachings to you, and you will learn to do what he did. It will be your life’s work to take children like these savages and hammer their malleable minds into whatever shape you so require. They will be tools built for the work at hand. That is my gift to you, boy. One day your father will die. One day soon, I fear. And you will take his place.” -  Empire’s End

“They train every day here on board the ship at the urging of both Brendol and his son Armitage. Armitage has grown more vicious during these months, even for such a small boy. Sloane likes him. But she worries about him, too.”Empire’s End


“And then, the black edging of the dark side encircles her bliss like a noose. Because what rides swift on the heels of hope but fear — a fear that stretches out far and wide like a growing shadow. Fear of having a child in an unstable galaxy. Fear of whether or not Han is alive — or Luke, too. Will the child grow up with a father? An uncle? A mentor? What is her legacy and what will her boy’s legacy be?” - Life Debt

“The baby turns inside her again, troubled by something she cannot feel and cannot yet understand.” - Empire’s End

“Leia can’t do what Luke can do and maybe never will, but she can quiet the kid with but the faintest of gestures. He hates to admit it, but he’s jealous of that. Han will never have that with Ben. They’re connected in a way he can’t even begin to understand. “You know. Use the Force.” -  Empire’s End

“One day she would have to reveal all this to her son. The truth of Vader’s identity had shattered her; she could not imagine what it might mean to Ben. At least Luke could tell Ben the most important part—that Vader had, in the end, been redeemed. Anakin Skywalker had returned; the dark side had been defeated by the light.” - Bloodline

“She needed to explain to Ben that they’d kept from telling him because they’d wanted to find the right moment. She realized now that she’d been fooling herself. Luke, too. There could be no good time to learn news this devastating.” - Bloodline

I drew this a loooonnnnggggg time ago but look, it’s my Sesshy bby <3

I don’t really have anything else to say other than I still love him

Just imagine Lance confiding Hunk his fear of being useless, telling him how he feels like a fifth wheel, a burden, and Hunk putting his hands on Lance’s shoulders, squeezing hard, looking at him in the eyes and saying “listen, even if you were the fifth wheel, which you are not, you wouldn’t be useless. A fifth wheel is important, it’s the wheel you rely on when the others fail and can’t keep going anymore. It’s the wheel you know will always be there for you when you need it. It’s the wheel you trust, your ace up your sleeve” and Lance is a little choked up then and Hunk tugs him in a crushing hug and they just old each other for a while in silence.

Goro Akechi is kind of a child

I mean, I know they outright say it in game, but his motives and everything are all based on an immature perception of the world that only a child would have, that whole “if I’m famous everyone will like me,” though to be fair I’ve felt like that a few times.

I like how his metaverse outfits reflect that - you have the princely, pure white outfit that he has normally, because he wants to project the image of the perfect guy and because he wants to believe that his methods and his motives are just, that he’s entitled to what he’s doing. He can’t be wrong, and he’s gonna prove it to everybody.

Also his mask has a long nose and he’s a liar like Pinocchio lmao

Then you have his actual twisted form, which is this weird black and blue (like his bruised ego lol) outfit with that helmet. Everybody else just has masks that cover their eyes, but this dude is so insecure that he’s got a huge helmet. And his outfit reminds me of like, a sentai costume.

Then you’ve got his weapons, which are a toy gun and a beam saber. The toy gun is self explanatory, but the beam saber looks kinda like one of those cheap plastic swords you’d get at the fair or at some dollar store.

Even his idea of being a popular ace detective reminds me of Detective Conan, something that a lot of kids probably watch. I mean, not just kids, but you know what I’m getting at.

Poor kid just wanted some friends. Maybe in the eventual updated rerelease we’ll be able to save him or something.