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hey sorry dudes ive been preparing for 2 conventions and im adhd on blogs but i have replies to do here (i made this post on another blog too) which hopefully will be done soon ... after i get things sorted out and am settled down again after my conventions!

and also im planning on moving in with my partner so that also will be a thing

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He's looking at the uncharged magatama in his hands. Hm, time to see Yuri ...

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shooting gallery + 12!

"Congratulations! You got a tier 1 prize!"

You received a Giratina plushie.

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everyone follow @cyberends for more percy bullshit (yugioh flavor)

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anyway follow @cyberends i'll finish redoing his blog in the next few days (hopefully)

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every so often i remember old blogs and todays nostalgia blog is ryo marufuji (cyberends) and that's a blog worth remaking for sure

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Talk about kink boundaries. What are they willing to do with casual partners vs more intimate partners?

it's sunday :)

ok so basically most of gan's partners are casual partners, and while he's a very physical entity, he's also rather guarded. the biggest no with casual partners are bondage or being bound, there's a lot of ptsd from past lives around that one and he's not about to just let himself be vulnerable like that. he isn't one to kiss casual partners because he doesn't want to give the wrong ideas, but he definitely bites! he likes to be dominant and in control. he might go a few rounds but usually the casual encounters aren't like that. he gives great aftercare because he's considerate thank you very much.

he's more willing to try new things with an intimate partner simply because his view of an intimate partner is someone he can fully trust not to screw him over when he's arguably at his most vulnerable. he may also allow an intimate partner to be in control... sometimes. this doesn't change that gan is a dom at his core, but also he's very good at being a service top with the right person! he will absolutely kiss an intimate partner and he's likely to go multiple rounds. he likes to cuddle with an intimate partner!

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spicy sunday prompts to enrich your life (send one to my muse for a headcanon/answer)

What's the funniest dramatic sexual experience your muse has had?

Talk about the process of figuring out their preferences.

Do they have a disability? How does their disability affect sexual encounters for them?

Is your muse satisfied with one orgasm, or do they like to go multiple rounds?

When your muse is horny, how do they go about communicating that to their partner(s)?

What type of protection does your muse use/is that a conversation that they have with potential partners?

Would your muse use nipple suction? A masturbator? A sex robot? Glass toys? Flavored lube?

Do they use drugs as a part of sex?

Have they ever been to an amory party/heavy petting party/kink party/swinger event, or an orgy?

Sensory deprivation or overstimulation?

Have they ever hurt themselves during sex?

How does your muse assure their partner has gotten off once they already have, or, is orgasm even the goal of sex for your muse?

How do they deal with premature orgasm?

Has queerness played a role in shaping their sexual identity?

How has your muse's preference changed over time?

How does your muse communicate during sex?

How does your muse take spontaneous sex?

Does your muse prefer to get off through external or internal stimulation?

Talk about the best kink experience they've had.

Talk about a kink they tried and then decided they didn't enjoy.

Talk about kink boundaries. What are they willing to do with casual partners vs more intimate partners?

Talk about how they respond to spontaneous kink requests while they're already having sex.

What are the funniest sex words to your muse? (dick, cock ect...)

What's their masturbation routine like if they have one?

How do they recover from the inevitable goofy embarrassment?

How does your muse physically interact with partners who have penises? Vaginas? Intersex configurations? Other?

Do they have any partners who transitioned, and how has sex changed when they did?

Describe the culture around sex they grew up in. Was it restrictive? Conservative? Was it focused on marriage or experimentation?

How does your muse handle mismatched libido?

How does attraction factor into selection of partners? What kind of attraction do they experience?

Has your muse experimented with bdsm? What was that like?

Has your muse ever experimented in subverting their own preferred roles (Top/Bottom/Switch)?

Tell me who you bottomed for and what brought that on?

What's the age range of people your muse has had sex with in relation to their own?

Does your muse think with their dick (gender neutral)? Talk about that.

How has technology played a part in their sex life?

Has your muse ever had sex while recovering from an injury?

Talk about fantasies they've had.

Do they have a preferred level of restraints they're okay with? What textures do they like in terms of restraints?

What was their sexual awakening? Have they had multiple awakenings?

What body part do they find enticing/arousing on other people?

What is your muse's relationship to gender?

How does their gender identity bring them joy?

Tell about a time a disability accommodation for sex enhanced the encounter.

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The yukata is stained and he knows that's not coming out- but the bigger concern is his hair! It will likely take a few washes to get that color out... but he's not going to cut it!

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gods said let’s not give these bitches a break

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for anyone wondering about my post abt wilnas having the energy of young gan ....

this is wilnas(human type, he also has dragon type)

do u see my vision (i also had a brief period of writing wilnas)

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(clears throat, taps mic) wilnas gbf has the same energy as prince gan

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ok this is being written on mobile so there's no formatting but i wanted to write some more about Vārtra

as a deity he has many forms, one is that of a man, one is the thing that looks sorta like a lynel but a little to the left, one is a boar, and the last is a dragon

before anyone asks no his "human" form is not gan, but still he is tall with flaming red hair. he still has the eyes of a god (dark sclera, bright gold irises) and his skin is a dark ash tone. eventually this form was associated with the demon king demise.

anyway i already drew art for the lion form so we can skip that

the boar form is also known as the blue beast and the easiest way to describe this is a giant boar made out of blue fire. the blue beast is associated with a magical phenomenon appropriately called "the great calamity", some call the blue beast "calamity ganon"

the dragon form isn't often used, but it sure does exist. sometimes this form is also called "demon dragon" mostly for its fiersome looks.

the dragon and the blue beast seem to be things that people associate with ganondorf, mostly the blue beast, because they are forms that ganondorf can turn into, so that's that

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Send me an image and/or description of an outfit you think my muse would wear, and I'll tell you if I agree!

(Remember to specify character and/or verse if relevant. Give context if the outfit is for a specific situation!)

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nah besties this ain't it

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After their dance, Ganondorf managed to entertain a few Hylian nobles in rather idle chatter, taking in about half of what they told him before he realized how overwhelmed he was by his surroundings. As common courtesy, he bid a good night to Rauru and Sonia and then took his leave from the festivities.

Truly, his entire time in Hyrule had been far from what he expected. Not that it was a bad thing- far from it! He'd come with the expectation that Rauru would spout some nonsense and play pretend, they'd put on their show for the people, and then they would settle their grievances. A large part of him understood and had come to accept that there was a chance that he would die in Hyrule. While he boasted the powers of an old god, the Zonai King still had his sacred crystal- which made him a threat.

He hadn't expected Zelda to be there, and her presence had thrown all of his plans off course. That wasn't so bad, he mused, stripping from the layers of ceremonial garb in favor of surprisingly plain sirwal and tunic, although Hyrule was much colder in climate than the valley- so he took with him a colorful silk robe. As he undid the complicated plaits his sisters had done with his hair, he heard his mothers' voices in his head- scolding him and telling him that he should still dress like a king.

A king could dress however he so chose! This night, he chose comfort.

⎛ . . . ⎠

As Ganondorf found his way to the gardens, he took note of the differences between the architecture of Hyrule's palace and that of his own. The Hylians chose to build walls, as if to keep others out- his palace had been built to allow the light in. The garden was the first place where he felt that same open air, and it was more than welcomed.

Not too long after he'd arrived, Zelda's voice broke him from his thoughts. A warmth bloomed once more in his chest as he turned to her with a warm smile and holds out his hand.

My lord, she calls him, and he knows why. At least, he understood why in the company of others, but alone? ❝ Zelda, it is only the two of us here, there's no need for titles. ❞ Oh, what he'd give to hear his name on her tongue! Still, Zelda seemed a rather formal type, and he knew better than to expect that to change.

Not yet, at least.

❝ Thank you for meeting me here, ❞ his heart flutters. This is new- he's not felt passion like this before, not in this lifetime at least. He wants nothing more than to pull her close and kiss her. The disastrous love of the old god for the winged maiden is distant, but startlingly familiar. He wonders if there's a reason for that feeling. Goddesses, he hopes that he's not fated to make those same mistakes. Deep down, he knows that perhaps he will. Or perhaps he'll miraculously break free from that, and she'll always smile at him.

Where his people saw him as the sun, he found that he likened Zelda to the moon. His other half. Mine, whispers the old god, the sound echoing in Ganondorf's mind. Mine to have and to hold.

❝ There is much that I feel I have learned about you from our dance, but I was hoping to know more. ❞ He's never courted anyone in this lifetime- with his focus on the border war and the wellbeing of his people, with the building rage at the Zonai King, he'd no time for romance- but by the Goddesses does he want to try with her. For her.

If only he knew.

❝ And there is much that I do not know of Hyrule. It is different here than in the valley. Perhaps you could teach me more. ❞

He held her hand, her small and thin fingers, grasped in the broad and calloused expanse of his warm palm. His grip was not crushing but instead, firm and secure. he did not trap her. Zelda was not trying to escape. Not trying to escape Ganondorf's hold on her hand nor the golden glow of his knowing eyes which peered into the window's of her spirit and saw her. She felt stripped bare and exposed, raw and fragile in front of him, and all those around them. Never in her life had she heard such genuine adoration in someone's voice. This was not a false praise, conjured for the princess to earn her approval, but the worshipful murmur to a goddess. Her heart thundered against the inside of her rib cage and a flush rose on Zelda's cheeks, dusting her nose pink. She almost wilted at the intensity and yet relished his affection.

Her eyes snapped to him at his invitation. Doubt rose in Zelda and equal parts certainty met it. She had to go, she had to meet him again, and alone, not with a cadre of onlookers, just him and her. Even if it was foolish and ill advised, and threw away the pretense of her servant hood. Although, she may have already done that by dancing with him.

But still a reasonable portion of Zelda's mind reminded her that this would be risky, not just for herself and him, but for the peace talks. Never mind involving herself with someone from 10,000 years before her own time. It was certain to end in a broken heart. Looking at Ganondorf as he raised her hand and laid a kiss upon her hand, his lips almost burning the tender skin of her wrist, Zelda was certain. He was going to break her heart. This was going to hurt. Hopefully only her, and no one else. But still, she had to go. If she did not go, she would never forgive herself. Not just for her emotions but for not resolving the deep, deep internal feeling she had that they had met before and their destinies were interwoven.

Their meeting tonight may be the will of the gods.

But to what end?

For the rest of the evening, Zelda was at war as she debated her options. She returned to her place by the pillar, drawing dancers and warriors, and no one else approached her. Oh, there were hopeful gazes: knights, Gerudo emissaries, and even warlords, who eyed her as though she were some unattainable prize. But seemingly, Ganondorf had marked and claimed her as his, and no one dared crossed him by asking her to dance. She left early, returning to her room to escape the stares and the oppressive atmosphere of the hall. Zelda freed herself of her dress, and then, did not change into her night gown. Instead, back into her tunic, stola, sandals, and she wavered, should she wear jewelry? Do something with her hair?

This was foolish. She was being foolish. Acting like a lovesick girl.

She would not decide the outcome of this meeting before she even left for it, she would not hope for anything but answers.

With an almost scientific rationality, she decided not to think about it. Any of it. Instead, Zelda left her room in the late night, and ventured through the castle. The festivities of the feast had died down and Zelda easily avoided the drunk party goers, stumbling home, the guards and servants that had built fires outside to continue their own celebrations, and the wandering couples that sought their own private moments.

He did not tell her where to find him. Zelda found him anyway. By some instinct, drawn like a moth to a flame, she found him in the gardens. A fountain bubbled midst the blooming fruit trees of a private orchard, the air smelling of pollen, and filled with the song of the night crickets. If Zelda closed her eyes and only listened, she could imagine she were home, in her time, and place. Even the stars had not changed in ten thousand years. Zelda found him at the edge of a pond, the water dark and placed. She approached from the boundary of shadows, venturing into the pale moonlight.

"My Lord?" She asked.

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if there's anything left to adopt then lay it on uwu if not, that's also ok!

ADOPTION BAZAR // @godraet

This strange little creature was drawn to Ganondorf the moment he came over to see what was available at the Bazar pasture. Just floating boldly near the desert prince as if it always belonged there.

"Oh, I think this one will be a good fit for you."

"Have a good life with Daisuke!"