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Ganondorf Dragmire
@powerofthegerudo.bsky.social
King of the Gerudo. While Hyrule feasted under soft skies, my people bled in the desert sands. I gave false oaths to a foolish king, but the Triforce will be mine. Hyrule will fall, and the Gerudo, my people, will rule. #LoZRP
¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓱𝔂𝓶𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
“Foolish Imp!” The Gerudo exclaimed with a bellowing laughter as their horned head came crashing down upon his jewel encrusted crown. The headpiece practically absorbed all of the shock. Still, Ganondorf was forced onto the back foot by the impact. He returned the favour.
“You have strength. I’ll give you that.” Majora shook his head to regain his focus. He may have sparred before, but not like this. Dusting himself off, he’d leap onto the Gerudo, and headbutt him.
🐗: I think it’s fun that he calls her Little Bird.
The trap caught Ganondorf’s legs, forcing the Gerudo King to trip and fall, making him to almost literally eat dirt. His chuckle persisted, this was all harmless good fun for the King.
“Ggh—!!” He’s struggling to breathe at this point, and being slammed into the ground again. He didn’t know how many more times Ganondorf would try to tackle, or grapple, him.. Getting back up, he’d backflip and toss a spinner trap. Its jagged edges aimed for the Gerudo’s legs.
Ganondorf was blasted back by the beam of light, it caused a deep chuckle to escape from his chest. “Oh! It’s on.” He smirked, choke slamming the ‘imp.’
“GWAH?!” That was unpredictable, but he had a trick up his sleeve. His eyes lost their glow. They dimmed for a split second only to fire a hot laser at the Gerudo.
🐗: To Tingle or not to Tingle… that is the question! Should I make a Tingle?
🐗: My post was deleted? Oh well… I guess no backyard wrestling for the King of Thieves…
Ganondorf picks him up, then spins for what feels like an over the top length of time… He body slams the boy.
🐗: My Ganondorf is a dramatic bitch because *I* am a dramatic bitch…
The Gerudo Male was taken back by the shocking mispronunciation of his name. Children were a struggle for him, every fibre in his body screamed for him to crush the small boy and kill him for the perceive slight but… a true King knows when to be patient and understanding. But how did the child know»
Link listened quietly, intently looking up at the Gerudo king as he spoke. It was something he'd never thought about before, not that he knew what surrogate meant in the first place. There was no pity in his eyes, ▼
🐗: I have been a proper lazy bastard today, and for that I apologise. I’ll get to all owed replies soon! My free time this evening has been stolen from me by OoT and Pokopia.
A belching laughter broke from behind Ganondorf’s lips for a brief moment. This boy was so naive. He took a second to recompose himself. “The other peoples, boy.” He remarked, tone now a touch on the condescending side. “The Zora, the Gorons… They have had ‘heroes’ too.”
Link simply looked at the crimson-haired man with a confused expression. "Other heroes? What are you talking about?"
“I think it’s safe to say; if I were to become a father, I’d be the best father in the world.”
🐗: It gives him an air of arrogance and intimidation. I can’t explain why, that’s just what I get from him playing.
// I can certainly understand why. I believe that instrument in particular is perfect for Ganondorf. It truly brings the scene together. //
"I ain't gonna defend his actions, but Danondorf's actions do make sense."
🐗: When the villain can play an instrument menacingly, I instantly fall in love. Extra points for the pipe organ, Ganondorf, you theatrical bitch.
// I shall give him that indeed. I got the chills listening to it for sure. It makes me very excited to replay and discover more things. //
“My people commit ‘crimes,’ as you call them to survive. The Gerudo Valley is a barren wasteland, nothing grows and the water is scarce if not almost completely gone. We have asked for aid and have been given silence. Survival is not a crime.”
Your people are still committing crimes, thievery is a crime too you can't expect peace by attacking innocent people
🐗: The Big Fella belting the Pipe Organ as you make your way up the tower has never felt more cinematic. He’s one talented Demon King… you have to give him that.
// I will finally be making my way to Ganondorf’s Castle in the remake and I cannot be any more excited. This whole remake has been so lovely to experience. //
If he knew of the other world hidden deep within the woods then rest assured he’d already be drawing up plans to conquer it… be thankful that he doesn’t. “I hunt.” He responded, his mind adrift with thoughts of home. “Just nothing so small before…”
— never prepped and cooked birds before. You looked like you could’ve enjoyed a good hunt.” Majora would hang his two cuccos by their feet with a string. “I can show you how. Better to survive than to starve.”
🐗: His horse’s name is Galloughs because I remember a time when people were claiming that was the case. Phantom was also thrown around but neither are true or canon.
“For kicks? If you wish to call it that, sure. I think of it as an unjust, continuous punishment over the crimes an ancient people committed.”
Oh yes the goddesses definitely told your people to stay and suffer in the desert just for kicks that TOTALLY makes sense, mhm! *She said as shes leaning her chin on her palm while slung over the shoulder of one of Ganindorfs minions*
🐗: I like to think that my Ganondorf is at least, some of the way, convincing.
“Casualties for the greater good. Every transition has its teething stages. I assure you, I aim to have it all fixed within the decade. However, there are those who refuse to stand with me, who constantly undermine and attempt to usurp me. I need to address them first.”
"I'd like to believe that. Just...yer gonna hafta explain why Castle Town and really that castle of yers is surrounded by ghoulies and stuff."
Even if that blasted woods would accept him, he’d rather avoid it. The smell of the place, the sickening sweetness, it made his stomach turn. He held his two chickens by their feet, an arched eyebrow raised as he stared at them for a brief moment. What was he to do with these? He’s a king. He »
— elsewhere. I’ll follow if you know a good spot.”