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Blue Eyes White Dragon, as a deity of victory and power is attracted to sheer willpower so jot that down-
#yugioh#ygo#kisara#blueshipping#art tag#seto kaiba#here i go again about ''blue eyes white dragon was a god before she refused it to go down to earth as a mortal'' bullshit again#sure grandpa lets get you to bed#''BEWD WAS A GOD OF FAIR VICTORY REWARDING HARD WORK AND SYMBOLIZED POWER OF A SOUL'' ok ok grandpa#me rewriting yugioh so shes the god of UNGODLY and MORTAL power. SO SETO KAIBA C A N WIN AGAINST THE GODLY POWER#OF THE PHARAOH. ONLY IF. ONLY WITH. IF ONLY#im driving myself insane
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sure thing, sonic
#this made me cackle when i found it#very apt considering that prime episode#sure grandpa lets get you to bed#sonic and the black knight#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic#sonic fandom#satbk#black knight#jason griffith i love you#sth fandom
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David Gaider shut the fuck up challenge.
#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#read his post about romances#didn't liked his opinion at all#thank you mister for kick-starting dragon age but we'll take it from here#sure grandpa lets get you to bed
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swordvan worms in my brain doing swordvan things
#tf2#tf2 sniper#sniper tf2#tf2 demo#demo tf2#swordvan#loumi art#like ok sure grandpa lets get you back to bed
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dainsleif after shitting on the 5 sinners in the exact same quest where we know his memory is susceptible to being altered. He is trying to be a reliable source of info and failing so miserably
#HELPPPPPPPPPPPP#''I will never forgive them'' are you even sure your remembering right grandpa.#thats nice mr. twilight sword. lets get you back to bed#-> dainnnnnnn everyday you become a little more biased and it is so funny#dainsleif#dain
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Gantober #4 - Seafoam
(Wind Waker, Ganondorf & Beedle, non-graphic violence)
Tearing himself off a broken seal, Ganondorf discovers his homeland disfigured by an endless sea —and a stranger calling it home willing to help.
(Full disclosure: I'm flying off the seat of me poorly remembering my decade-old Wind Waker walkthrough and details gleaned back on vague research I did over a year ago, so I do apologize for any dubiously canon choices made here)
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Ganondorf had waged wars larger than the sky. He had crushed skulls under his boot as an afterthought. He had basked in roaring infernos, found comfort in the musk of old blood. Even his own torment, either while sealed beyond reality or when his body had twisted to unnatural shapes from his restless abuse of Power, he had grown to rely upon as something expected —and therefore, under his control.
But there he stood, stranded on a mere constellation of sand in the middle of the night, staring on and on at the black sea surrounding him from all sides.
And nothing seemed to stomp his rising horror.
Salt. He didn’t mind salt, usually. Here, it was dizzying. A wound in the earth. A wound where Hyrule —his Hyrule— used to be. Water had swallowed all of it. In the darkest depths of the sea, there lied his castle, his hard-earned victories, the villages he sacked and those erected in their place by the monsters serving him. He may have broken the seal forced upon him, but his entire life slumbered down the abyss. For how long did he drift, outside of time and space? There was nothing left but salt. Angry froth surrounding him from all sides. The Goddesses did not care for what they once called holy. What was there even to yearn for anymore, beyond wreckage and mud?
The infernos had all drowned. Even he was now drenched and cold; his ageless bones incapable of resisting neither the waves or the rain.
He did not notice the boat that beached nearby until it was too late, and it took its sailor two attempts to finally catch his attention.
“All good sir?”
Ganondorf tore his eyes from the shore. The man who screamed at him from the deck was a stickbug of a hylian, with a horrendous bowl cut and a drooping pink nose. His sunkissed, freckled skin shivered under the tremors of a coming storm, but still: he smiled, with concern. “Not to assume nothin’, but it’s a sad old place to be shipwrecked if you ask me!”
Hands on hips, face open, eager to help. Obviously clueless as to who he was.
Nobody had stared at Ganondorf that way in hundreds of years.
He considered killing the straggler and taking his embarkation for himself. Faster, easier. But of all the many skills the gerudo king had perfected during his unnaturally long life, sailing had never even crossed his mind as something worth his attention. And the thought of trying to keep this poorly wielded rotting wood afloat in a storm, hands coarse with ropes he couldn’t make sense of above miles upon miles of this terrible salt water that wanted him back in the dark... A sharp pang of hatred seared down his throat. The Goddesses must be finding his predicament oh so hilarious.
The stranger, named Beedle, made what room he could for him on his bark; but said bark was tiny, and Ganondorf could only fit against the wall of the inner cabin, stuck between crates of food and heaps of arrows. A ceiling lamp swung above his head followed by a swarm of eager moths, threatening to set his forehead on fire. The hylian’s sunny disposition dimmed somewhat after Ganondorf’s pointed silence and lack of outward thanks for all this effort, but he still refused to let it die entirely and carried the conversation for them both.
“Hoping my humble abode can be a welcome shelter for the time being, my good sir.” Good sir. Ganondorf bit his tongue not to emote. ���Please don’t be shy around my wares as well! If something catches your eye, I’m sure we can agree to somethin’ or another!” The hylian’s eye nicked at his jewelry, barely attempting to be subtle. “It’s rare to see folks as fancy as you in these parts. It’s the pirates, you see. I suppose it’s them who gave you trouble?”
Ganondorf evaded the too-intense gaze of the merchant. Of course, in this sparse flooded world, information would be as precious as rupees. He elected to be as greedy as he could in this particular department.
“I simply… got lost,” he muttered.
His voice was rough, ancient, looming. He didn’t sound like the way he remembered. The small hylian tensed and nodded, with a frown deep enough to suggest he was growing less worried about his guest and more about himself. Thunder crashed outside. A large wave rolled under the planks at their feet; the boat croaked, almost organically. Ganondorf shivered.
“Welp. Happens to the best of us I guess!” The owner scratched his bare stomach, his best efforts at joy dipping into nervousness. “Where are you going then? I can drop you off to any place that’s on my usual route!”
Ganondorf clenched his jaw. He had no good answer to this question. He didn’t know anything about this strange new world. Didn’t recognize anything. Where were they, right now? Above which landmark he could still perfectly recall in his mind, lively and luscious, sprawling under the indulgent sun of Hyrule?
“I… I don’t…”
He caught himself, this disgusting vulnerability in that shredded voice, before it could spill out fully. Anger smothered him instead; then something more painful, akin to the jagged cuts of weapons somehow lodged even deeper than flesh. He thought of gutting the pleasant man, right here and now. Take him apart limb from limb among all these goods and produce Ganondorf had never seen before. But the storm raged outside —and to be stuck there, in this claustrophobic cabin, waiting to be toppled over and drowned once again…
“Y-You know what?” Beedle proposed, hands joined, helpful in a way that neared pity. “I can take you to Windfall Island! It’s the biggest port around, and I’m sure you’ll find someone there who can help you out. You seem a little…” He swallowed. “A little... out of it, sir.”
His skin crawled. That idiot would strand him on an island full of hylians, chipper and knowledgeable and unbearably alive.
“No,” Ganondorf grunted. “Take me… Take me somewhere quiet, and near. Someplace with solid land.”
The hylian cocked his head.
“I’m not quite sure about that plan, sir. There’s a Fortress close-by, sir, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. The waters are full of pirates. It’s not safe here! They’d capture you in a heartbeat, and oh!” The poor little man deflated, rubbing his bare arms, as if to ward off his own imagination. “They’d have ways to make you spill where the rest of your fancy gold is hidden, sir!”
Ganondorf couldn’t help his snickering. His right hand burned quietly under the full length of his sleeves. “A fortress, you say?”
“Horrible place! Dreadful place! They’ve stolen from me before, the vultures!”
“Take me there.”
Beedle’s eyes and mouth drew the shape of three perfect circles.
“Sir!” He squealed, red with offense. “No amount of rupee in the world could convince me to go there! I’ll never risk my wares, my very life…”
“Where I come from, merchants know to take risks when it matters,” Ganondorf said. And that much was true. Gerudo merchants had saved his kingdom countless times over before he was old enough to wield a sword himself. Not all of them returned home alive.
“And why on earth would it matter to me?!” Beedle crossed his arms, outraged. “They’ll shot my poor boat on sight! So whatever you could offer me in exchange…”
“You’re assuming I will let you refuse.”
Silence, if not for the roar of the sea.
The hylian’s eyes were large and misty, his knees threatening to give. “Sir…” He wailed, crumbling on himself, even tinier than before. “I rescued you.”
“And I am not ungrateful,” Ganondorf smiled. “Yet.”
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The merchant sniffled and muttered under his breath the entire way, but it didn’t take much more than a few hours for Ganondorf to see the silhouette of a large structure overtaking the stormy horizon. Beedle tried not to cry as he slalomed through the coves and razor-sharp stones, knowing himself watched, both by his guest and the pirates outside surely well aware of their presence. Ganondorf considered telling him they would be safe from cannon fire no matter what, but decided to keep his magical prowess undisclosed for as long as he could. He simply didn’t know enough about the rules of this new world to fashion a reputation for himself yet. Dreadful outcasts with a penchant for knives and thievery, however? A consequence-less trying ground.
An anchor, in so many ways.
They weren’t prevented from boarding the pier, but were awaited right outside. The vicious wind swashed buckets of sea water over a collection of armed silhouettes, staring at the humble bark with open distrust and slight bafflement. Ganondorf eyed over each of them. About twenty, that he could see. All of them with pointy ears, safe for the two gorons in the back. Brown hair, blonde hair, white hair.
All of them men.
Ganondorf refused to give room to the childish hope within withering into something cold and empty, and advanced towards the line. Beedle made a whimpering sound behind him.
“That’s close enough I’d say.”
A man cut through the pirates and stepped forth. The bulky kind, bald-headed and scarred, with one golden tooth sharpened far past what most would think reasonable. He towered over his crew, but barely reached Ganondorf’s shoulder. He nodded towards the cowering merchant behind his back.
“Must have given that lad his weight in rupees to convince him to sail here. We have history, don’t we Beedle?”
The crew laughed, and the poor hylian was but half a breath from sobbing openly.
“I hear you’re the terror of the sea,” Ganondorf noted.
The man puffed his chest. “Aye we are. So what made you think it was a good idea to come check for yourself? Want to donate to the cause?” Every pirate openly eyed at the large jewels adorning his fine robes. Gerudo craftsmanship had always stirred outsiders’ imagination, even back when cultural context hadn’t been completely lost to the waves.
Ganondorf crossed his arms. “I suppose it depends on the cause.”
The pirate chief laughed, a bit too loud to be believable as effortless contempt. His stance was ever-slightly defensive. Ganondorf was being seized up, and correctly identified as a threat.
“Our cause?! Get richer than the lost kingdom through other people’s honest work! I didn’t think it would need clarification!” Another step closer, one that felt like bravado. The man held up an open palm that missed half a finger. “So how are you willing to contribute?”
Ganondorf didn’t bother moving. He stared deep into the washed-out green eyes of the pathetically wet hylian in front of him. Small threats. Threats of no ambition. This was all the Goddesses could handle, and not a single thing worse: mediocre hylians, content with their lackluster lot, fearlessly cruel in the pettiest of ways.
He shook his head, giving the surroundings a good look instead of paying the captain undeserved attention. Crows cackled above their head, and bigger birds seems to nest in the cliffs. Hard to navigate, tall and angry, strong against the storm, unpleasant to be around.
Suitable.
“I quite enjoy this island,” Ganondorf declared at last. “As for you, terror of the sea… You can all stay here and serve my cause, or you can take your leave right away.”
Some man in the back thought it was a joke and laughed; but the humor died down soon enough. Exclamations bubbled through the assembled crew like a fit of bad coughs, growing in intensity. Beedle hid his face in his hands, terrified, and muttered a prayer.
“What did you say?!” The captain belched out. “Are you out of your mind—who the hell do you think you are?!”
A younger version of himself would have used the opportunity to brag, just to feel the kick of his own resolve; a promise muttered back to himself. But Ganondorf was far past reassurance now.
“Or you can all watch each other die if you prefer,” Ganondorf added, with the familiar coldness that preceded his worst slaughters.
That was too much for the poor merchant. Abandoning all reason, the little hylian skedaddled back to his boat with a high pitch sound of distress. Smart move. The pirates were all focused on the actual danger, and Ganondorf would have disliked letting a survivor bear witness to the worst of what he could do. Now was not the time. And, after all, he had no reason to be ungrateful and needlessly destructive. Not everything had to end up in blood, he supposed. Violence was a lesson he’d have to unlearn soon if we was to re-adapt to this new, brutal reality.
But as of now…
“We’ll knock some sense back into you, old man!” the man spat out—old man? Ganondorf wasn’t sure he appreciated being perceived as frail and weary; those feelings were supposed to be private. But the captain didn’t seem to realize his overstep and unsheathed a crude saber to his face. “Everyone with me!”
They all attacked at once, swords drawn and eager.
Ganondorf grinned. Twin blades slotted into his waiting hands.
That simple joy, of all joys dead and gone, the Goddesses had yet to take from him.
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The slaughter was over before it started. The pirates were even worse off than he feared. None of them would have survived the wars he had waged centuries prior. In this barren world of salt and greedy water, plunderers were weak and arrogant, and lonely travelers trusted so easily. The deluge didn’t even select the worthiest to carry on this accursed future.
Leaning from the highest balcony he could find, Ganondorf stared at a much quieter sea. Dawn brushed over the crests of wave in pinks and golds and green. Seagulls, crows and even angrier birds screamed their delight in the fierce offshore wind. Far in the distance, he could distinguish the shape of Beedle’s bark, fast escaping the trail of blood left behind. Ganondorf was taken by a vague need to acknowledge what this man had done for him, this thankless mercy drenched in unfair retribution. Do something just, perhaps. Sort the stolen goods and restore what once belonged to him. Make his effort worth something... but already, so soon, the little dot tipped over the foam and disappeared from view entirely.
The waves covered its tracks, and Ganondorf was alone.
He closed his eyes, allowing the sun to trick him into unguarded longing. But that couldn’t last. He couldn’t afford rest. He couldn’t afford peace. This was how the Goddesses had lured everyone else into accepting this; the smallness of letting oneself drift; an existence happily unmoored. That wasteland. That living wound they all called home.
Ganondorf turned away from the horizon, the sun, the wind, runaway boats with small cargo and far greater fears. The Triforce of Power scorched his blood-splattered hand. Ganondorf focused on the pain until it devoured everything else; and then, only then, could he start to think with regained dignity about the arduous path to triumph.
#gantober#ganondorf#beedle#ww ganondorf#wind waker#fanfiction#my writing#I have barely reread this!!! but I had fun#grumpy old sorcerer shaking his fist going “back in my dayyyy we waged REAL wars not like those lazy ambitionless sea dwellers!!!”#sure grandpa let's get you to bed now <3#this one might also end up on Ao3 but I'm not sure if I put it on a separate fic or in a Gantober compilation#anyway! wind wakeyy#yo-ho-ho pirates and shit#(side note but: ganondorf being lowkey afraid of the ocean/fixating on drowning is a bit of a weakness of mine!! so ye)#(I do like making bad things even worse for him u_u I admit to this sin)
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I know I’ve been in the MCSM fandom too long because people use Lukesse and Jesskas interchangeably now. (Boomer VC) Back in MY day, Lukesse was for Fem!Jesse/Lukas and Jesskas was for Masc!Jesse/Lukas…
#///kyler talks#///kyler rambles#mcsm#minecraft story mode#local fandom veteran thrown for loop by these kids changing the game more at 7#this isn’t a serious post btw lmao#it’s just fascinating seeing the fandom evolve#I love seeing opinion on Aiden changing as well#so many ppl at least like him#back then liking Aiden was a good way to get bulllied#NEVERMIND if you liked Aidesse my GOD#can FEEL the kids going ‘sure grandpa let’s get u back to bed’ on this one#it’s true though!#they were different ships#same thing for Jesstra (F!Jesse/Petra) and Jetra (M!Jesse/Petra)#think there might have been and Aidesse (F!Jesse/Aiden) and Jaiden (M!Jesse/Aiden) thing going on but it’s just Aidesse now#Jaiden is for Jaime/Aiden Teehee 💕💕💕#<- my beloved idiots 💕💚💕💚💕
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sunday headcanon but it's literally me just declaring alarie is 100% unfuckable.
#𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. ◟ ooc .◝#tbd .#( IT'S A SHITPOST BUT IT'S ALSO NOT )#( he's 100% sex repulsed ace to the very core. never done anything no desire to try thank you but no thank you he is uninterested. )#( you do you if that's your thing but it's not his )#( his preferred form of intimacy is unraveling your insides like an unboxing video. )#( he still doesn't know he's aroace he's just '':) !! no.'' he actually thinks he's straight. he is most definitely not. )#( sure you are. let's get you to bed grandpa )
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one of my fav interactions is wyll hearing astarion say “agog” and immediately calling him an old man
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oh my god don't tell me i need to record every time i play the game—
i was playing claw machine and he gave me the "of course i'm gonna win" voiceline only for him to plant the claw right between two plushies so it grabs onto NOTHING
and then he did it again while saying "easy peasy"... i can't deal with this anymore
#it was so funny i'm so sad i don't have a clip 😭😭😭#the claw grabbing onto nothing had me HOWLING#it was so deadpan#and then he stares at you with that expression afterwards#“it must be the machines fault because i'm too good”#sure grandpa let's get you to bed...#liya is playing#love and deepspace
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"you made a mistake. it happens."
ask meme - as said by varric
"A mistake?" he scoffed. "It was not a mistake. It was a carefully drawn up plan that was proceeding perfectly until your friend disrupted it. Outside interference cannot be couched as a mistake."
#breathandshadow#name a more iconic duo than solas and his plans never working out#sure grandpa your plans always work lets get you back to bed#also it kills me to think that hes angsting in fade jail and keeps kicking down the door of emmrich's dreams like 'AND ANOTHER THING'#veilguard spoilers#da4 spoilers
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whenever I pull out my 2013 night vale fandom knowledge I feel like I'm old world grandpa talking about Back In My Day
#like ok sure grandpa lets get you to bed#you remember when Cecil got his last name?#thats nice dear now go to slee
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it looks like he's ushering endeavor around by his lower back im cackling
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1960s Batman would be so annoyingly good at Connections.
#and a villian would emerge to give clues in them to their crimes#‘pine…walnut…steak…baby…The Connector is going to steal the baby of Lord Steak#on the Walnut Street Bridge during the Annual Pine Festival!’#and you want to respond ‘sure grandpa let’s get you to bed’#but then he ends up being right and you question why you live here all over again 🤦♀️#batman 1966#sarah does batman 1966
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ayo i've got exactly 100 followers on this bad boy? cool
#'i had a reader insert fanfic blog once that had over 2k followers'#'sure let's get you to bed grandpa'
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you know for as much as Roche will probably tout his beauty around it’s funny bc this man’s out here with sunken eyes, could probably cough up blood at any moment, probably has massive delusions and just gives Cloud a thumbs up like ‘bro i’m so TOTALLY rocking it rn’
#⚡ ⸺ ❝ moghome . [ ooc ]#roche; clearly unhealthy-looking: go ahead and laugh but just IMAGINE me in my prime#everyone: LMAO SURE GRANDPA LET’S GET YOU TO BED…#tbh speaking of as far as roche’s degradation goes i hc its like#it’s not just weeeh i’m weak now#like roche literally gets#SICK#my thread w vetlan re: Hojo has given me the thought of#he’s p RESISTANT to the degradation but insofar as he hasn’t kicked the bucket as quickly as some others#but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get cold sweats or literally coughs up blood from time to time when it’s particularly bad#⚡ ⸺ ❝ moogle's cooking show . [ hc ]
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