#latte-dah

[narwhalsarefalling]

Why did latte deactivated?

idk if ppl deactivate its bc of personal reasons and i didnt rly know latte well but damn, they left behind a fuckin legacy. a god has fallen. rest in peice tumblr user latte-dah

[skullvis]

C'mon guys, we’re in the middle of a battle, can you please be try to be professional?? Also you’re scaring Link.  After I saw latte-dah’s comment on my post, I wanted to draw this. EDIT: Now with Ganondorf 

[xensilverquill]

OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A SECOND?

My mom showed me this a few months ago, and I didn’t really think much of it at the time. But we watched it again today and this headcanon for Ghirahim and Team Villain just hit me like BAM!

This song in general gives me feelings about the Team Villain polyamory, especially from Ghirahim’s perspective (”no masters or kings / when the ritual begins”). And this man dances beautifully. Very graceful and expressive and incredibly sensual - just like Ghirahim. In fact, if I had to tell you how I thought he danced - well, would be it.

NOW PICTURE GHIRAHIM DANCING LIKE THIS IN FRONT OF GANONDORF AND ZANT. THAT TWINK AIN’T GETTIN’ OUT OF BED FOR A WEEK AFTER THOSE TWO GET A HOLD OF HIM.

[xensilverquill]

Vengeance

i want more than anything to see Ganondorf overcome with anger and want to avenge either of his underlings after they get severely hurt and nearly die in battle at the hands of team cia or team hero

i want him to look at the damage the enemy has done to his lieutenants and just sneer as he walks away to his quarters to sharpen his blades for a “special solo mission” later that night

give me dat angry protective daddydorf

Ask and ye shall receive, Latte dear. Hope you guys like!

Also have a very appropriate gif to set the mood.

     “F-forgive me, m-master... I h-have f-f-failed you...”

     “Do not speak. And keep still. Any more damage to your body and not even my magic will be able to mend you.”

     Bared hands glowing with a crimson light, his palm hovered slowly over the Twili’s abdomen. The beautiful, dusky skin the warlord had caressed so many times before was marred by jagged clawmarks that furrowed deep into his minion’s flesh. Zant whimpered under his breath and shivered feverishly. 

     Cradling his lieutentant’s head with his free hand, Ganondorf’s thumb stroked his gaunt cheek over and over again in the only comfort he could offer in that moment.Sweat beaded on the Gerudo’s brow from the sheer effort of healing, and his face was twisted in an unmasked snarl. Glancing up for a moment he took in the sorry state of his other second-in-command as he lay in the corner. 

     Ghirahim was hardly any better for the near-fatal encounter. Only his more robust body and agility had kept him from death in the ambush. The porcelain veneer of his skin was still falling off in ashy flakes, revealing the scuffed and dented metal beneath. Acid burns covered him from head to tie. The gem in his chest had escaped damage by dumb luck.

     The attack had come out of no where. Somehow the protective wards had been compromised. Unprovoked, in their very own fortress, his commanders had been jumped. The warlord had arrived barely in time to see the demon, Wizzro, and his shadowlings disappearing from the scene. And he was left to pick up the broken and bleeding pieces of his two lieutenants.

     When Zant was finally in a stable condition, when he had finally succumbed to the sheer trauma of the skirmish, the Gerudo slumped against the cot. It was not exhaustion that bowed him, however. No, it was anger. Grinding his teeth together and slamming his fist against the flagstones, he could scarcely hold back the roar building in his throat. 

     There were no words for this humiliation, this rage. Under his own watch the bastards has snuck in and nearly killed his best lieutenants. And then the perpetrator had turned tail and fled like the cowardly jackal he was before Ganondorf has been able to return the favor. Oh, but the man would amend that little matter presently.

     Gently he carried Zant’s limp form, careful not to disturb his bandages or the barely closed wounds beneath. The Gerudo laid the Twili next to his demon partner, both out cold and half-dead. For a moment Ganondorf allowed himself to hang over them, his armored frame a shelter for the convalescent pair. He touched his temple to theirs in turn, and the weak yet warm pulse he felt beneath his palms was enough to assure him that they would yet survive.

    “Rest, my warriors,” he rumbled gruffly, lips pulling as he bared his teeth. “This humiliation will not go unavenged. I will make sure of that.”

[lapin-demoness]

I hope you like it! I tried my best to make it romantic uwu/

((Ooh, art-babbu!!!  Thank you so much!!!!!!!!  Look at how cute they are!!!  *flails*))

[queenofthelanternfish]

latte-dah replied to your post: latte-dah replied to your post:STOP LY...

Wow, you know, I never thought to untrack then track the tag again?? Good to know that works. Still incredibly annoying that this happens tho.

completely crashed after i saw this oop

yeah i mean it doesn't help with finding the missing content but whenever i see a number just taunting me i get very personally irritated so i just do that to at least make it go away.

[ask-goombelia-blog]

look at all these cute nerds

[skullvis]

Reunion

latte posted this really sad headcanon, and it made me sad, so I had to draw something happy/sad to make me feel better. It's just a sketch rn and looking at it again there are some problems. It's pretty rough, but I like it, so I might make it a WIP??? Idk.