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literally-1894 · 6 months
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ponderousorb · 19 days
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archthrones put me in a DS3 mood Sketching my idea for Gwynevere in her Queen of Lothric era
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aziarts · 1 year
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brightlydust · 1 year
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Fashion Souls
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mensiscollar · 1 year
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can't believe i only just found out about Her
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knyyghts · 3 months
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Gwynevere in motion
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howardia · 3 months
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“O Knyghte, th’ Sun Princess herselfe deigns her hand unto thee.”
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fulgurantfirstborn · 2 years
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“You two surely jest or else do not understand just how unruly my hair is...”
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Seath often tried to bond with Gwyn's kids as an attempt to look good for the king with mixed results, Gwynevere always found him creepy and just nodded along anytime they'd interact, Gwyndolin loved him as a teacher and a friend, Nameless enjoyed him too to a degree, and Seath was like "Did I do it too well?" When he defected to the other dragons and Filianore was welcoming but was sent away before he got a good gauge of how she thought of him.
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titan-wolfdog · 1 year
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I know the timeline is a bit wonky so consider this mostly a headcanon but, the three siblings fighting Lord Gwyn over his decision to give Filianore away.
A young adult Nameless King, nearly getting physical with his father. ‘‘ARE WE ALL PAWNS TO YOU?! SHE’S BUT A BABE!’’ he shouts at Lord Gwyn. He’s already questioning and hating his father more and more, this is just another nail in the coffin.
Gwynevere, a teen goddess, bawls and shouts as well, not knowing what they’ll do to the only sister she’s ever had, but she’s quicker to quiet down when shouted back by her father, something NK tries to prevent by shielding her.
Gwyndolin, but a child, holds his baby sister close to him and cries silently, soothing her so their screams won’t wake her up. Screams and berating is all he can remember, that he’s ever known, and a part of him hopes this might be a way to save her from that, but he understands what her being given away means, someone else he loves that will never return.
Fuck Lord Gwyn lol
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meenah · 2 years
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actoys minifigures! \o/ praise the lighting from good sunlight
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yutuka · 1 year
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For Sicktember, #7 and Gwyndolin please?
Title: The Serpent's Sorrow Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dark Sun Gwyndolin, Nameless King, Princess of Sunlight Gwynevere Word Count: 686
Summary: Gwyndolin is sick and alone, they only want that someone pays attention to them...
Written for Sicktember 2022.
Here is your fic! I hope you enjoy it!
@sicktember
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princessgwynevere · 1 month
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O modern art be e’er awful and uninspir’d. Its very presence irks me and spurns my eyne.
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weathermanpolls · 8 months
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Arise in Perfect Light
Among the souls born of the First Flame is the soul taken by Gwyn. 太陽の光の王グウィン is his title as given in the Dark Souls introduction: Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight. 太陽 taiyō, the sun, is etymologically linked to 陰陽, the dualistic cosmic forces known in English as yin and yang. Specifically 陽 yō is the bright, masculine, positive association of yang.  
Sunlight seen in this way symbolizes heavenly perfection. Places connected to light are marvels of beauty. Anor Londo is no exception, with its classically beautiful white stone, carved surface decorations on nearly every structure, and mechanisms still working despite a lengthy period of neglect. To walk through Anor Londo is to be invited to marvel at what it could have been during its height.
Even Gwyn’s children are not immune, but rather are expected to hold to the impossible standard the Lord of Sunlight sets. One was banished and shunned in retaliation for an unrecorded transgression: Lord Gwyn's firstborn was a god of war, but his foolishness led to a loss of the annals, and rescinding of his deific status. Today, even his name is not known.
Another, kept in hiding for the accident of his* birth:
Gwyndolin, all too aware of his repulsive, frail appearance, created the illusion of a sister Gwynevere, who helps him guard over Anor Londo. An unmasking of these deities would be tantamount to blasphemy.
For one, it’s a matter of behavior; for another, appearance and inclinations that do not match the expectations of the surrounding society. Gwynevere, middle child, seems to hold a favored position - her items describe her as a beloved icon of bounty and comfort.
The miracles of Gwynevere, the princess cherished by all, grant their blessing to a great many warriors.
Gwyn himself is more of a cipher. It’s indistinct in both English and Japanese whether he was called the god of the sun before taking up his Lord Soul. His statues depict him with both physical strength and hale age, signs of both power and wisdom. Indeed, his generous actions in dividing the might of the “ultimate soul” among his children and his people reflect a great spirit. 
Lord Gwyn, bearer of the ultimate soul, divided that power among his clan before linking the flame. 
…Gwyn wielded the bolts of the sun, but before linking the fire, divided that power amongst his children, and set off with only this greatsword as his companion.
Despite his fears, his failures, and the horrific effect of his curse on the entire land, Gwyn is presented over and over again as the mythical ideal of a good king. He's held up as worthy of emulation while the Chosen Undead strives to succeed the Lord of Sunlight.
That idealized presence is shattered by his final appearance. Even Gwyn is unable to live up to the standard he set. It is part and parcel of his tragedy that neither a soul of perfect light, nor a legend larger than even a god’s life, can protect him from the curse he invoked.
*I’ll be using masculine pronouns for Gwyndolin. This is a headcanon, and I won’t judge you for yours.
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