Tumgik
#gibde speak
gibdethethirteenth · 6 months
Text
I got a beautiful new D20 today. 😍
Tumblr media
38 notes · View notes
thiefxking · 1 month
Text
I wanted to write a thing focused on Ganondorf, you know before he tried to take over Hyrule Ganondorf. This may or may not make sense, but I hc that the Hylians and the Gerudo were at war longer than the other peoples were given how much of an active Fortress the Gerudo had and how deeply they seemed to have been pushed into the desert. Otherwise I think they might have held a small outpost at the edge of the field or something.
Death mention, both past death but also imagined death.
Tumblr media
Ganondorf left the pyre of slain Gerudo warriors that had finally finished burning to ashes. He had a destination in mind and was so focused on it that he failed to notice the two who followed him across the sands as dawn turned to day and then dusk, he traveled by foot not on anything or by magic because that felt far more significant for what he sought.
At last the temple came into view before him, not the Colossus next to the Oasis but a small humble temple devoted to the Great Mother. His steps were heavy and slow as he approached it, pausing to bow to the statue at the far end of the grand room of the temple. The orange and red hues of the building seemed to catch the fading light from the sun making the Goddess’ statue glow a golden color.
A soft muffled thud as Ganondorf dropped to his knees on the sand covered stone and he stared blankly ahead, tears silently running down his face now that he thought he was alone. Yet another funeral, the third of such in the last month, and he hated to think about how many had come before that, too many. He had set fire to too many bodies and heard the desert sage speak the rites of the dead too many times. A carefully smothered sob shook him as he thought of the warriors he was close to falling next battle or the one after that. Kneeling here in the silent peaceful temple he could almost see Nabooru or Seluma laying on the golden sands bleeding out or worse on the lush green grasses that he longed to be able to give to them while gasping for breath that would not come.
Scarlet hair pooled on the ground, the Gerudo King leaned forwards kneeling before the stone representation of the Goddess Din. As the sands behind him turned to hues of fire he bowed low enough his forehead touched the ground as he silently pleaded with her to give him some answer. He had set ablaze too many bodies already and it seemed as though the war would never end.
“Please…” He finally voiced his thoughts, a note of desperation and grief in his tone. “Please help me protect our people. You entrusted this task to me yet I do not know if I can do it.”
The statue loomed above him, almost seeing to weigh him down with the burden he had been expected to carry since he somehow managed to pass his trial. Opening his eyes he looked up, the tears that pooled in them turned her face blurry and he shook with another sob.
“I know not which way to go from here.” He admitted to the silence, to the statue, and to those he didn’t know followed him but watched and waited for their chance to turn things how they wanted them. He bowed his head again and sighed. There would be no answer here, he knew that as there had been none the last time he had visited, and yet he felt a little more at ease having spoken his fear like this.
“Koume and Kotake say that I should focus on the war, that I should do something to force them to let us have our freedom, and I want to. I want to make them suffer as we have, but not at the cost it has taken so far. The Hylians bring their dead to fight us in a never ending nightmare so we burn ours so they are safe from such desecration.” She must have seen that, Din must have seen how her people have been treated, but he needed to give what he had seen words.
“I have a plan to give us an edge against those. I.. I ask for your blessing for that. A living armor to shield those who would be vulnerable to those creatures.” He focused on the image he had created over the last few battles with those creatures, the Redead and Gibdo if what he heard was to be believed. Almost as soon as it took shape he felt a warmth settle over him and knew he could create it, the darkly armored construct.
“Thank you.” He whispered as he finally stood, noticing that the temple room was cast in darkness. The sun must have set while he was processing everything. Turning away from the statue Ganondorf failed to see the slight glimmer on her face, almost as though a tear was trailing down her cheek.
Outside the area was clear of anything, his steps washed away by the wind and no one else was visible as he looked out at the moonlit desert. He would need to travel quickly to make it back to the Fortress before anyone worried about him missing, but he would work on his conjured constructs now. He would get them to work and then he would ensure no Gerudo fell to those living dead creations that the Hylians brought to their war... not ever again.
2 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 7 months
Text
So one of my friends and I were discussing how we would characterize certain characters in Hamlet were we to play them. And we came up with, imo, a really cool subtext to play with for Ophelia, Laertes, and Horatio.
Ophelia is, as in the text, Hamlet's current romantic interest. But Laertes had a thing with Hamlet before Ophelia. That's why Laertes warns Ophelia about Hamlet before they (gender neutral as this could work with a variety of casting decisions) leave in the beginning of the play. Hamlet fucked them over in some way.
Horatio, on the other hand, has been pining for Hamlet since they met in school. Nothing romantic has ever happened between them (or maybe it has, depending on the interpretation, but I like the idea of a one-sided pining situation, personally). But Horatio is the one left cradling Hamlet in their arms at the end of the play.
I just like this juxtaposition between the person Hamlet chose, the person he didn't choose, and the person who would never be seen as an option until it was too late.
31 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 1 year
Text
My new favorite thing to do is watch old seasons of The Muppet Show to see how often I can spot a Muppeteer's head during the group acts.
23 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
I've been logging lots of hours into Stardew Valley recently. This character looks like they're the town baker. Their favorite gifts are bread, pink cake, and sunflowers.
5 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 7 months
Text
If y'all need a great way to spend an evening, become intoxicated (I like taking an edible for this, but other forms of intoxication are available) and watch the OG Fantasia. The music? 🤌 The visuals? 🤌 The weirdly liminal interludes with the dimly lit orchestra? 🤌🤌🤌
The Nutcracker Suite had me in a trance. The Pastoral Symphony with all the little baby pegasuses (pegasi?) and shit brought me to tears. I was attempting to hunt down a bug with a fly swatter during the Rite of Spring dinosaur section and I've never felt more connected to my ancient ancestors in my entire life.
And the ✨emotional catharsis✨ that is Night on Bald Mountain. Words do not have enough meaning to give a worthy description.
Like I've always enjoyed Fantasia since I was a kid. But this most recent time I've watched it was out of this world and now I need to repeat this experiment with Fantasia 2000 and see what happens when my high ass experiences George Gershwin.
4 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 6 months
Text
I didn't get a callback from an audition I felt really, really confident about. The director made it clear that people not invited to callbacks will not be cast. I'm confused, disappointed, and sad.
2 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 6 months
Text
I want to run a short arc for my players where they are in an Old Western town inhabited completely by cute mushroom people. And they have to stop a band of thieves from stealing the local Mooshroom herd.
2 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
Little Guy core
3 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 7 months
Text
Friday the 13th, before it was a day of bad luck and the subject of slasher films, was a day of powerful feminine energy. To all my fellow humans who feel the stirring of the divine feminine in their souls, happy Friday the 13th. ❤️
Tumblr media
3 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 8 months
Text
Shhh don't tell my players, but I found a potential spooky one shot based on the work of Edgar Allen Poe. Thinking about plopping it on their way to the next major plot point.
2 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 9 months
Text
Not to be dramatic, but I just want to be constantly unconscious so I don't have to deal with the wide variety of horrors plaguing me at all times. ✌️😘
2 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 1 year
Text
I'm anxious today.
I had a bad dream about my partner leaving me.
I'm exhausted from constantly being there for people who are just relentless in their chosen misery.
I need to change my health insurance but I don't have the information I need to change it.
There is so much that needs doing and I have no time and no energy.
Thank God I have therapy today or I feel like I'd be a mess for the rest of the day.
I'm so fucking tired.
2 notes · View notes
gibdethethirteenth · 2 months
Text
I'm in a show right now and I'm very up front that my pronouns are she/they. Today at rehearsal, one of the older male members of the cast asked me if I use any other names since I also use they/them pronouns. I found it really sweet of him to ask and it made me feel very good Gender Feelings.
0 notes
gibdethethirteenth · 4 months
Text
Nothing like spending Christmas night fighting for your life in your childhood bathroom. I do not know which sins I have committed but evidently it is time for them to be ✨purged✨
1 note · View note
gibdethethirteenth · 5 months
Text
My dog is so photogenic I cannot handle it.
Tumblr media
0 notes