Ariastella

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Also, I am a woman of 30+ years of age. I'm not sure what I'll be doing here yet, so be patient, please.

[immanuelcouldnt]

I was encouraged to commit acts of evil.

[kamydrawstuffs]

The Super Mario Galaxy Movie- A Little Alternate Ending

He gave Junior an Anti-Hero comic btw. Also, Bowser returned to normal after a few weeks eating red mushrooms.

[collision-ant]

Scratch, you can't run from the call of dad. Caine is actively sprinting at you

Also, the temptation to name this au Raising Caine- asefsdfaw

Edit: NAMING IT RAISING CAINE! YEEHOO!! :D

[yanderemommabean]

The One True King (Scorpion Hybrid Ganondorf x Reader)

Tw: Mild violence, usual yandere day dreaming about blood and murder of foes, dubcon situations.

(It's not full NSFW because Tumblr has been blocking and flagging older posts, so, i have to be careful, but with our patreon almost done, I plan to make a much more smutty and filthy addition!)

It's under the read more, I hope you enjoy!!

-Mommabean

---------------------------------- Alright! The other driders have been fed and taken care of, the moths have new fruits to chew and suck on, and all the enclosures have been cleaned and spruced up! All that’s left on your to do list for today's shift is to greet the newcomer! 

A rather aggressive newcomer, if the paperwork and scribbled frantic notes are anything to go by. The stark red warning you to be careful against the white paper looks like a big red flag warning you to turn away, and possibly rethink how you got here. 

But alas, it pays well, and you haven’t met a specimen that couldn’t be won over with gentleness and patience. You’re sure this is all a big misunderstanding! 

You continue to think so on your way to the scorpions designated area. They’re a bit sporty and eager to fight but none of them have outright been deadly or aggressive. They may pick fights but that’s usually with Driders! 

You hum happily while scanning your card to enter the decontamination enclosure, wondering just how large and how angry this “Ganondorf” could be. You don’t get past those fleeing ideas as once the door is open, you find yourself not so sweetly pinned to the wall, with a hissing, towering Scorpion holding you down. 

A choked plea leaves your lips as the giant snarls and chitters, slamming his tail against the door button until it slams shut. You’re only thought is that of panic, wondering if that broke the system and left you stuck here. 

“I’ll ask this only once. It’s a mercy you humans don’t deserve.” Ganon’s deep voice warns. It feels like ice is pooling across your skin as you claw at his forearms, trying to get more breath in in fear he’d try to strangle you. “Why did you bring me here? Don’t waste your dying breaths by lying to me. It’s unwise to lie to a king.” 

Your eyes shoot open, confused and stunned. A King?! Of all the things to forget to mention with ugly red scrawlings, a king wasn’t mentioned in the slightest?! Did they really just forget or were they hoping you’d be a great sacrifice? Either way what kind of incompetence is that for a specimen as hostile and pissed off as this? 

Oh if you live, you’re so going to sue. 

You manage to get a breath in, throat stinging as your words sound strangled and pleading. “New…Home. N-new home!” There’s a sharp cough, your body jolting as air barely seeps in and forces your eyes to water. A wince and grimace is followed by sucking in deep breaths as much as possible as the giant scorpion lets you go, a confused and angered expression on his face. 

“A new home? A weak kingdom such as this? This is why you terrify my people and drag them away?”

You rub at the swelling skin around your neck, voice weakened as you peer up, lost to what he could be talking about. 

There’s a heavy feeling of trepidation in the air as the scorpion stares you down, his fists flexing at his sides as he seems lost in thought. You take the moment to start slowly reaching into your holster for the sedative needle the sanctuary says to use for emergencies, but he just scoffs and turns his back to you. 

“There’s no need to try that. Five others have attempted as well, and ended up scurrying out of here like cowards. They seem to misunderstand that a King's blood is immune to such poisons.” 

There’s an unsure silence that follows, his shoulders hunched in thought as he stares solemnly. A thousand thoughts running through his mind. Whatever they were, they seemed heavy. You feel a pit of pity and guilt building in your stomach as you manage to stand on your feet, wondering if you should reach out and try to soothe the poor creature.

His voice catches you off guard once he speaks again. It’s softer. More hurt than angered. Something you’ve never seen with scorpions before, at least, not this deeply. They’re nervous, sure. Excited to bite no doubt. Some have horrifying scars while others cause horrifying scars, but it's usually so juvenile and easy to brush off.

But this? It felt too real.

“My people…Are they alive?” It’s a plea more than it is a question. His brow is furrowed as his arms cross over his chest, with his crest fallen face looking over his shoulder. You wonder what on earth could have happened as he was rescued. 

“The ones we rescue are from land and coves that have been attacked or horribly damaged. If you have any loved ones, they’d be here and be well taken care of. Uhm, we look for specimens to heal and either keep or set free soon…If we got to your kingdom, it’s because it looked like zero intervention meant zero survival ....” 

There’s another beat of silence. Ganondorf seems to huff in resignation as his tail moves away from the door, the smashed button falling in broken pieces. 

“...I’ll come peacefully then. I take it you’re the one who’s to care for me?” 

You don’t get to answer before he’s bending down to meet your eyes, looking you over with what you can only call amusement while you’re easily lifted up and set right back down. The squeak that leaves your mouth is undignified, and one you’ll happily take to your grave as Ganondorf chuckles and shows a more playful demeanor. 

“Such cute noises already? Are you a caretaker or a mate? A king deserves someone to warm his bed after all.” He gave a flirtatious grin, flashing his sharp teeth as he curled a few fingers around the strings of your uniform, pulling you closer. 

You give a harsh smack to his hands, flustered and fed up. “Knock it off, You can’t say that!” You fume, your cheeks blooming in warmth as the situation unfolds. How did it go from you begging for your life to teaching this menace some manners?! 

Ganondorf allows you to feel embarrassed while his strong arms pry open the door he originally broke, not surprised there weren’t any helpers on the other side. His death threats weren’t said for grandeur or flare, after all. Perhaps they sent you in to appease his bloodlust? Or perhaps you’re the only fit one to be working in such a place. 

He makes sure to secure the broken metal, arms flexing as they press outward to hold it steady, with a head tilt to coax you forward. “After you, small one. I’ll follow your lead while you tell me more about this place. But I request my questions be answered to the full truth. Mercy like this is rare.” 

It’s a bit of touch and go after that. You have the only courage to correct the scorpion's behavior as he intimidates others and demands they bow, or how he roughly threatens people simply trying to feed him. There’s times where you’re strictly told to care for him only. (Which Choso throws a fit about but giving him candy calms him down.) 

How you managed to get this king under control is something you still believe is a hallucination. You’re almost positive he still gets up to no good when you have days off. Thankfully you were able to switch to four days on, three days off. With…help from Gannondorf as he held the main owner and regulator by the throat. 

He only ever listens to you. You couldn’t even begin to understand why, but it works. He stays by your side, checks over any newcomers with you, and by the looks of it he seems to really enjoy watching you teach the younglings anything and everything about where they came from or where their parents came from. 

Dare He say he’s fond of you. 

It’s not something Ganondorf can even sit comfortably with. He gets irked when your smile brings a flutter to his chest. He can’t sit still enough to wait for you to arrive on the days you work. Your presence makes all the aches and wounds of being captured and ruined go away, and without you, He’s reminded of his biggest failure. 

Losing His kingdom to that of his enemy, and having no home to return to. 

Lately the scorpion has been more ireful and resentful. The staff never meet his standards, they hog too much of your time, and Goddesses forbid one of the Driders has to give up some time with you! Everyone’s been picking and picking and picking at your time together, and to say he’s being driven up a wall is an understatement. 

The bloodied bricks covered in spatters on the wall from how he kills his meals should be sufficient evidence. He doesn’t take well to humans trying to soothe him when they know nothing of him. Demanding he obey and submit while having the gall to be quaking in their shoes. 

They’re nothing like you. To stand where you do and mock what you’ve been able to do, it’s sickening. He should string them up by their guts and see if any of the Driders like his handy work with the webbings he’d make of their organs. He should make an example of the next one who walks in with a head held low and eyes that only know how to submit. 

You may be kind and willing to do as he says, but it’s different. You have this energy about you that won’t let you back down even when you should. He wants to say it’s annoying, but he’d be a liar. It’s one of the reasons he feels this way. There’s many parts of you that have him feeling this way. That smile, the way you walk, how you fidget when you talk, how you get flustered, how you act when he teases you, how you stand with conviction despite being in peril at almost every turn. 

How is he supposed to be sane? To allow you to walk these halls any longer is a shame on his end as much as it would be the Sanctuary’s. You would be much safer where he resides. Nice and cool under his home, given whatever your beautiful heart could ever desire, and if He’s feeling righteous, you could even watch as he makes the Sanctuary his own kingdom once again. 

Would you cheer for him as he carried you on his shoulder? Give him a delicate kiss with your tempting lips? Would you coax him like a puppy for more mayhem and bloodbaths? Or, would you be docile, hiding behind him as he made his way through any foe trying to stop his godly given right to be King? Hugging onto his arm as he slays and decapitates while smiling up at the heavens? 

Either way, it’s keeping him up at night. 

The bounding footsteps of your arrival drag him out of his spiraling mindset. The beating of his heart doubled as he scurried to the entrance, eagerly awaiting for that keycard swipe so he could see you. Did you have a good few days off? Did you try out the meat he suggested? Did you go near Choso again? He doesn’t hate the guy but he needs to back off and- 

“Hey! You’re bright eyed and bushy tailed!” You greet, your beaming smile blessing him like his old desert sun. The warmth slowly erases the cold of his den as he begins to crawl forward, peering around the corners to see if any younglings had wild ideas of trying to attack. It’s cute at first but he isn’t known for going easy after the second try. 

“I’m here to give some news.” You sing-song, poking at the massive scorpion's chest. For a split second you could have swore he was flustered by it. The giant looked down at where your delicate fingers brushed over his skin, and wondered just how good they would feel grazing other areas of his body. 

You’d be too small to fully take him, but that doesn’t mean he’s a selfish lover. What good is a King if he can’t prove his prowess in bed? You’d look so good grasping at his auburn hair and begging to reach climax again and again, too small to fight him off from tasting you as deep as his tongue can go. 

Oh Goddesses, he’s falling apart. 

“Thanks to some people taking initiative, we were able to find a scorpion in need to bunk with you! They have their check up today and tomorrow and they can share your enclosure so you aren’t as lonely! Isn’t that great? You can be with someone who knows more about your home and get along!” 

You’re expecting a look of confusion, maybe even a bewildered but thankful expression, but all you’re met with is a dark, almost angry stare as the king starts to raise the base of his stinger. You’re quick to look around to make sure there isn’t a threat, someone wandering in before opening time, someone maybe not realizing how territorial some ‘Arabic Fat Tailed scorpions’ can be- but you’re met with nothing. 

The only sound around was that of your heartbeat and Ganondorf's heavy breathing, his body flexing and tensing with each exhale like an angered bull. 

How infuriating. 

This place wants him to be complacent with such a betrayal? From your very own mouth no less? After all the things you two have done together? 

He won’t have it. 

There’s a blink. You feel your voice leave your throat before you can register there’s something to scream about. The thick, venomous tail of the Desert King was now piercing through your clothes, keeping you pinned to the simmering dirt. Your eyes are shaking, nearly bulging as your heart beats in your throat. What the fuck? What in the Fuck? What’s setting him off?! He hasn’t been this aggressive since- 

“The day I met you-” Gannondorf snarls, teeth chittering as he crawls over you, towering above you as his eyes glow red with anger. “-That day was written in the stars, was it not?” 

What? What’s he talking about? You’re too stunned to do more than open and close your mouth, floundering for a response as Gannondorf continues to puff his chest and chitter his teeth, clicking his tongue to warn other scorpions to stay away. The rage boiling his blood would have him show zero mercy, even to you. If he has to break one of your feeble human legs, He’ll do so. 

If anything, it would mean he gets to keep you bed bound and reliant. Only ever needing him and his love. His devotion. The only one who’s ever been worthy, made to take what he gives and in return, he gets to bask in your love and glory. 

How dare they try to separate you two. To send in a weaker, vile, pathetic imposter, should be considered treason and have everyone involved torn open and devoured. 

“You. You are the only one who could ever touch my heart like this, and you’re trying to get rid of it?” He bites, stabbing his tail down once again to tear your jacket even more. You wince, terrified that once again you were about to face a horrific death. The venom would be agonizing. Being impaled is sickening. Whatever has gotten him this upset, it’s not a rage you can mitigate. 

His face presses closer, lips barely grazing across your ear as he hisses possessively. “You won’t be taken from me. I’ve already lost my home, my pride, my very kingdom. If they believe they can replace you, I’ll make quick examples of their hubris. “ 

There’s another stab, the dirt flying as your jacket is torn asunder on the right side. You feel a breeze against your abdomen, small tears in your shirt exposing more of your skin. The fear that struck you made you frozen, slamming your eyes closed so you wouldn’t have to see the death blow coming. 

But it never does. 

Gentle fingers play with the tears made in the fabric over your skin. Ganondorf shudders as he feels the supple flesh against the pads of his large fingers. How warm. How soft and biteable. How utterly decadent. Your scent, your feel, the way you would look locked around his waist as he takes you for his own….

His fingers dip under a hole right below your chest, gently rubbing under one of your nipples. It elicits an undignified noise, shock making you stutter a gasp as your body betrays you and arches into his touch. Pert nipples show through whatever is left of your shirt, showing the King exactly what kind of effect he was having on you. 

He tears at the cloth, groaning in satisfaction as your bare chest is exposed, all for him to toy with. Humans have such delectably sensitive bodies, males and females alike. He wonders just how sensitive your body is. Could you climax just from this alone? Perhaps if he suckled and bit, mixing pleasure and pain? 

“Trying to push me away, yet your body is begging for me.” He mocks, dragging the flat of his tongue up your sternum as you shiver and shake. It was molten hot, the saliva cooling on your skin being the only reprieve from the enclosure's heat. You can’t wrap your head around what’s going on in his head, but it doesn’t take a genius to know where this is all heading. 

And what are you supposed to do when a being as handsome and powerful as him is about to enjoy taking you apart? 

Soft lips wrap around one of your budding nipples, sucking softly as the beast groans and starts to press his lower half against you, ever so slightly. Your mewls and pleas make his cock stir with want. You taste as divine as he had dreamt of, and are even more sensitive than he could have hoped. So easy to take apart, fitting perfectly in his much larger hands. 

There’s no way you two aren’t meant to be. 

He pulls away from your chest with a wet pop, dragging his tongue over the bud before blowing cool air, chuckling at how you squirm. Oh, how you toy with him. He’ll have to get you back for that. For all the time lost, not just bonding and mating from the get go. It’s mostly his fault, he should’ve known better than to think you were meant for anyone else. 

There's a gruff voice in your ear again as you tremble, feeling his stinger start to tug at your pants. “I’ll show them. I’ll make sure you, and every single one of those vermin, understand that you’re the only one for me. I’ll bathe you in pleasure until you can’t remember your own name. Surely then, they’ll let me keep you.” 

[chachacharlieco]

For penlet 2... I know I said I don't intend to really work on the Penlets, but sometimes I can't help but brainstorm randomly about these guys, and penlet 2 became a rather tragic story, and it involves Claire being hurt by someone within Duvos that it caused her to lose the baby, and Pen being absolutely angry that he kills someone who caused it.

[azsuni]

Prayer

[crazyanalysischick]

Gen! Ganondorf Celebrating Valentine's Day HCs

TW: Descriptions of sex

Similar to my Christmas headcanons, Ganondorf is perfectly happy to partake in your cultural or religious celebrations so long as you participate in Gerudo ones. In fact, I think he'd prefer Valentine's Day to Christmas purely because of the extremely high value the Gerudo place on marriage - the holiday makes more sense to him.

You'll be spoiled, needless to say. Alongside all the normal opulent or more personal things he'd gift you on any occasion, you may expect the traditional flowers (either ones native to the Gerudo Desert or your favourites) or sweets (those honey candies from BotW or honeyed desert-native fruits).

He'd find whatever you give him very sweet, albeit he still has a preference for something handmade or slain.

Even if he's a very busy King doing... whatever said version of Ganondorf does, he can still make time to spend a romantic evening with you.

A nice, hot bath together... Why don't you let him rub scented oil on your back? Why don't you let him rub it everywhere? Tender and slow, he'll make love to you like a gentle giant. Then, comb your hair for you and say sweet things and take you off to his chambers for even more love.

[krossan]

what I'd give to see these two fighting together (canonically speaking)

[ariastella7]

Okay, those colors are fantastic!

[krossan]

He has a scarf. He’s all set for the cold now. But he's not for "warm hugs"

[lclordcrescent]

Runaway

(I regret not preparing in advance, but I will try to make up for it over the weekend.)

[luulapants]

Rating the birds in my backyard by tendency toward violence

Northern Cardinal, 4/10

I'm sometimes worried the male is sexually harassing the female but I'm pretty sure they're just doing some elaborate public pickup roleplay. The rest of us didn't agree to participate in your kink, guys.

American Robin, 1/10

Literally just some dude hanging out. Never bothered anyone but worms. Big fan of the way you just stand there in the middle of the grass like you forgot what you were supposed to be doing.

House Sparrow, 10/10

You're a gang. You're participating in gang violence. There's ten billion of you living in a single wood pile and it's been civil war for three years now. When will the bloodshed end?

Tufted Titmouse, 1/10

A shy baby. A pretty little guy. I saw you on the neighbor's garage roof and time stopped. There were anime sparkles around you. Come back.

European Starling, 9/10

Why is it always you? Listen, I know, I KNOW the sparrows are the problem, and YET. When the fighting starts, it's always you in the middle of it, provoking them and then screaming like you're an innocent bystander defending yourself. I'm onto you.

Carolina Wren, 3/10

This rating is not for physical violence, which you don't engage in, but for your role as an incurable narc. A tattle tale. I know they're fighting again, okay? I see it. Our yard has been a warzone for years, you don't have to make a big announcement every time someone misbehaves.

Eastern Wood-Peewee, 0/10

If this were "birds who think they're better than everyone else," you'd get 10/10.

Red-bellied Woodpecker, 6/10

It's a utility pole. It's not a tree. You're surrounded by trees that are full of bugs. But there you are, on the utility pole. Committing vandalism.

American Crow, unrated

For who am I to cast judgment on the actions of La Famiglia? I assume you are doing what is best for the neighborhood. If I could, though, without criticism, make a single observation. That when large numbers of you gather in the ominous dead cottonwood - no? No, you're right. None of my business.

Great Crested Flycatcher, 5/10

Frankly, I think you could be doing more. I think your name implies a great potential. I think you should massacre the insects. I think your beak should drip with viscera.

Stay tuned for more criminal activity!

[luulapants]

(continued)

Common Grackle, 7/10

La Famiglia does not suffer you to stop in our neighborhood long, and I trust their judgement in this manner. You have the look of a guilty bird.

Tennessee Warbler, 2/10

You keep to yourselves, and I respect that. I get the sense that you could defend yourselves if it came to it, though.

Brown-Headed Cowbird, 3/10

You're not a crow, and eventually they ARE going to figure it out, kiddo.

Gray Catbird, 5/10

Would you. Respectfully. Would you shut the FUCK UP.

Eurasian Collared-Dove, 0/10

You're doing great, sweetie, everyone loves you.

Red-Breasted Nuthatch, 4/10

A comedian. A little jester of a bird. You're so silly. Sure sometimes you incite violence in others but, really, is that your fault? If it is, we forgive you.

Blue Jay, 12/10

If you could learn any human behavior you wanted, it would be how to build a bomb.

Honorable mention:

Turkey Vulture, 5/10

You weren't in my backyard, but you WERE eating roadkill in the street in my neighborhood. I know the animal was already dead when you got there, but you get violence points for frightening the small children that walked past you. Incredible work.

[auxryn]

This is why Tumblr is good.

[lawfulgoodness]

I immediately scrolled to the blue jay to decide whether or not I wanted to read the rest of the post. Once I realized that OP got that right, I went back and read the rest. 10/10 OP.

[feral-renaissance-cat]

I read this to my dad who sits on his porch and watches the birds and his only note is that he has seen multiple male cardinals attempt to fight their reflections to the death and should have a higher rating.

[someinstant]

OP is correct in all of these assessments, and I respect it.

[elodieunderglass]

Thank you so much @fozmeadows !

[ariastella7]

@skyloftian-nutcase @revarrie

[shichishit0]

Futuro corrupto. Desenfrenada.

[writtenbynavi]

Of course, Miss Stella. I’m always eager to bend an ear and listen to what other have to say, as well as alway being eager to experiment with new and different ideas. I will say that you are in luck, as out of any of the Zelda characters aside from Link, I have the most writing experience with Ganondorf. (I had a page where I wrote about him back in ye olden days of 2015)

Give me all the details, and not a one to spare.

[karmaspidr]

I think the original Undertale has conditioned the fanbase to think unprovoked assault is normal somehow and defending yourself is evil.

I have seen a streamer panic after killing an enemy in Hollow Knight. They thought that they had started the 'Genocide Route'.

It took me a while to uncondition myself when I was playing Omori for the first time.

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

Human City Mayor: I'm sorry Monsters, but I can't do these peace meetings. Undyne: Why?! You don't want to live with monsters?! You don't see us as equals?! Mayor: No, it's because you guys are trying to make a child your Ambassador. Undyne: ... Oh. Mayor: We can start the peace meetings, after you choose an actual adult for that job.

[mistagalaksi]

Heh..i would like to be rail to Ganon's train

Suavemente~

[funstealer]

A hand-painted parchment, wood and hammered brass side chair by Carlo Bugatti. via Batiti Gallery