grandmasickomode
grandmasickomode
Cheers bro I'll drink to that
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Madd / 32 / Nonbinary / pisces / she, her or they,them / Aroace Ao3: Hypetrainhime
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grandmasickomode · 12 hours ago
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grandmasickomode · 13 hours ago
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Cinema
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grandmasickomode · 15 hours ago
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commission for @yourlovelyjanedoe for their fanfic: Return of Optimus Prime ^-^!
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grandmasickomode · 16 hours ago
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✱ (Suddenly the [Dealmaker] came out of your your inventory!?)
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grandmasickomode · 17 hours ago
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The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal
Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.
It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.
Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.
He doesn’t touch it.
Not out of neglect.
Just… fear.
That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.
So he lets it grow wild.
The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.
And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.
Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.
Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.
The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.
The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.
Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?
Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”
He doesn’t answer.
Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.
And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.
The garden remembers.
So he doesn’t have to.
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grandmasickomode · 19 hours ago
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what if they swapped or something
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grandmasickomode · 20 hours ago
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he’s so dick n balls
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grandmasickomode · 21 hours ago
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why are teen girls this hysterically funny for no reason
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grandmasickomode · 22 hours ago
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The temptation won. Am not immune to redrawing trends
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grandmasickomode · 24 hours ago
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wesker after i miss my second bound in a row on a survivor
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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it makes me so furious when i want to know about a specific ass species of animal and theres only like 6 existing photos of it. like im actually going to pass away if humanity as a whole doesnt release more pied butterfly bat images
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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Since we've got 2v8, here's a fanart for the new Wesker skin😈
now I want to see the RE5 version...I lov rendering krausers shinny knife
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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this came to me in a dream
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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Raiden, hit the slay button!
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grandmasickomode · 2 days ago
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black marble sculpture by fabio viale
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