princess guinevere,

𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯  ⠀𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ⠀𝚘𝚏 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁  𝘮 𝘢 𝘭 𝘧 𝘶 𝘯 𝘤 𝘵 𝘪 𝘰 𝘯 𝘴 .

[dollw4re]

#dollw4re — . . . an independent and selective princess guinevere of glitch's knights of guinevere. penned by annie. she / they.

❜❜ her code hums like a hymn. her crown flickers between glitch and halo. somewhere inside the machine, the princess still dreams of mercy. a saint in s i l k and static. her divinity was manufactured, but her g r i e f was not.

i. all current and relevant info can be found on my carrd !

ii. for a quick tldr though this blog doesn't follow majority canon because there is shrimply only a pilot to work with, so all of guinevere except for what we canonically know is my own interpretation. please keep this in mind !

iii. her verses are super flexible for plotting and vibing purposes ! in my main one, if you don't have a kog verse, i'm just going to stick her into an amusement park in your world. if we do not plot, and you send me memes or ask for starters, just know that this is most likely what i'm going to do !

iv. all standard rules apply honestly don't be weird pls tysm

thank u i love u have a nice day (˶◜ᴗ◝˶)

[proephecy]

* . AN ANGEL ON THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR . . .

#kashi,   a   tadc   oc   /   a study in   plush   and   prayer,   lamb   and   omen - stitched   soft   with   sacrifice,   shuffling   tarot   like   hymns   she   doesn’t   remember   learning.

[koffeeartist]

Lowkey wouldn't mind letting Guinevere beat tf out of me 👻

[milkhorns]

𝑨 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔… 🦋💫

[kingjests]

Another simple edit, this time for @dollw4re bc I just needed to see how these too looked together ; ; I figure with Guinevere being THE princess it made more sense for to keep more of an ethereal glow to than Kester to help her stand out more.

[dollw4re]

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[dollw4re]

♫ ₊ ˚. ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗟𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗦 : lyrics from 5 songs that remind you of your muse.

dream girl evil - florence + the machine

make me perfect / make me your fantasy / you know i deserve it / well, take it out on me / am i your dream girl ? / you think of me in bed / but you could never hold me / you like me better in your head / make me evil, then i'm an angel instead / at least you'll sanctify me when i'm dead

shapeshifting on a saturday night - avery cochrane

everyone wants her / and nobody knows her / i wish i could save her / but i can't behave her / and she's twisting, shapeshifting on a saturday night / will she waste into the kind of woman everyone likes ? / she's an industry professional at telling you lies / works hard for her money and still can't get by / she's a california keeper if she just plays pretend / and you'll love her 'til you leave her 'cause she's sick in the head

last woman on earth - paris paloma

leave me to the trees and air / i'd rather that the feast was theirs / they can't reserve neighboring plots / or buy cuttings of my priceless locks / leave me for two days or three / 'til my fingerprints turn green / for the first time since I drew breath / i'm undesirable again

the sick - bella kay

i hope your daddy's done hatin' you / the apple doesn't fall far from the tree / you think that shit you smoke saves you / but it won't between you and me / and i think part of you hated me / so, all of me was survivin' you / there is nothin' better i could be / i love the sick because i have to / you were wrong for what you did to me / but I was sick for kinda likin' it / oh, it all goes bad eventually / i've loved the sick since i knew how to breathe

lucky - britney spears

early morning / she wakes up / knock, knock, knock on the door / it's time for make up / perfect smile / it's you they're all waiting for / they go / isn't she lovely / this hollywood girl ? / and they say / she's so lucky / she's a star / but she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking / if there's nothing missing in my life / then why do these tears come at night ?

tagged by : @puzlprof tagging : @caenines @candymcker @maniclaughterr @hiswrlds @kingjests @skyfcx @edgydroned + anyone who wants to do it !

[kingjests]

@dollw4re : ' are you going to open the door ? '

PORTAL 2 PROMPTS

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ Of course, I will! No need to dirty your hands, Your Highness. ❞ The bat jester hopped ahead with a grace that shouldn't have been natural. Standing up as straight as a board he opened the door before giving a rather dramatic bow; his hat falling forward with jingles as the bells attached sung in union with those attached to his collar.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ After you, mon ami! I'm just BURSTING with excitement to see what's inside. Should I cover my eyes? ❞

[dollw4re]

*         .      ❛     close    your    eyes    ?     ❜          there’s    laughter    in    her    voice,    soft    and    crystalline    —    the    kind    that    sounds    like    glass    before    it    breaks.    guinevere    stands    just    before    the    open    threshold,    the    light    behind    her    thinning    into    something    pale    and    holy.    for    a    moment,    she    only    watches    him    —    this    strange    jester,    all    bells    and    bright    noise    —    and    she    thinks    how    every    court    needs    its    madness.

❛     what    a    gentleman    you    are,     ❜          she    murmurs,    voice    lilting    like    a    song    half    -    remembered.    guinevere    steps    closer,    the    air    shifting    faintly    around    her    —    sweet,    like    roses    left    too    long    in    the    sun.

❛     oh,    but    —    please    keep    your    eyes    open,    mm    ?    if    it's    something    wonderful,    i'd    like    us    both    to    see    it.     ❜          perhaps    she's    a    little    afraid    of    what    could    lie    behind,    but    gwen    does    her    best    to    match    his    glee,    her    movement    all    hush    and    silk.

[dollw4re]

okayyyyyy good morning everyone <3 i'm going to try and comb through some replies today !! i'm really excited to be back whehehe

[geryone]

The Idea of An Entire Life, Billy-Ray Belcourt

[daydisofyx]

I've been wanting to draw her for a long time, but I never had the time. Maybe I'll do it again later

[dollw4re]

just coming in from my work trip !! hoping to settle in tonight and be back to normal this week, i missed everyone and everything i hope we're all WELLLLLL

[dollw4re]

work is kicking my butt, and i'm going on a work trip for the rest of the week so i'll definitely be out of commission for a hot moment, but hoping to get back into things next week <3

[satyriconmp3]

i love being friendly and i want to be alone all day believe it or not you cannot do both

[crntc]

[dollw4re]

❝ the stars are moving wrong again. tell me you see it too. ❞ The night sky, once a canvas of brilliant luminescence, now bore an unsettling sight. One of the stars, which had previously shimmered with unyielding radiance, flickered ominously, as though it were gasping for breath in its final moments, fading quietly into the abyss. This wasn’t the dramatic farewell of a supernova, exploding in a radiant display that declared its life. Instead, it was a hauntingly silent demise, slipping into nothingness. Sora felt a tight knot form in his throat as his brows knitted together in concern. This was a sign of the encroaching Darkness, a disturbance in the celestial balance that threatened the very fabric of the universe. In his own universe, the fear of such celestial disturbances had eased; the Door to Darkness had been sealed shut, liberating countless worlds from their torment. Yet now, in this unfamiliar realm, the threat loomed ever closer. Sora's somber gaze shifted from the sky above to his outstretched palm, where he desperately willed the Keyblade to manifest— a weapon of immense power and the only tool capable of sealing the Keyholes, which remained his best defense against the encroaching Heartless, malevolent beings that sought to consume the very essence of every world. The worlds he once fought to save remained vulnerable in this universe, still shackled with Keyholes that needed to be located and sealed. With a heavy sigh, Sora closed his eyes, allowing that weight of responsibility to settle in. Yet, amid the uncertainty, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He straightened his posture and nodded to himself, a silent vow echoing through his thoughts. "Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me… If we want to protect everyone, I have to safeguard the hearts of the worlds out there. We’ll start with this one."

When Sora finally opened his eyes and met Gwen's gaze, despite the weariness etched into his features, a genuine smile broke through. It was a smile that radiated hope and resolution, that even in the darkest of times, a spark of light can be ignited. It was also a promise he made to two friends very dear to him when he first set out on this journey. This ship sails on happy faces. / @dichotomouskey ,

*      .     the    flicker    of    the    dying    star    reflects    in    her    eyes    —    a    trembling    light,    a    pulse    that    falters    and    vanishes.    guinevere    watches    it    go    as    though    she’s    watching    herself    slip    through    some    unseen    thread,    pulled    thinner    and    thinner    until    the    world    forgets    her    outline.    it    should    frighten    her,    perhaps,    but    instead    it    feels    almost    merciful.    there’s    something    tender    in    the    idea    of    burning    out    quietly,    of    being    allowed    to    end.

how    much    longer    will    she    have    to    be    this    way    ?

❛     how    strange,     ❜          she    murmurs,    voice    soft    as    starlight.          ❛     that    even    the    sky    can    lose    some    light    and    still    be    beautiful.     ❜

for    a    breath,    her    gaze    lingers    —    upward,    reverent,    aching    —    before    she    looks    to    sora.    his    smile,    gentle    and    unbroken    even    beneath    the    weight    of    his    vow,    feels    like    warmth    filtered    through    glass.    it    disarms    her.    her    own    smile    unfurls    slow    and    genuine,    the    kind    reserved    for    things    that    should    not    exist    in    a    world    built    on    artifice.    nothing,    nothing    on    park    planet    was    meant    to    be    genuine,    and    yet     —

here    these    two    stand.

❛     then    we    can     .    .    .     protect    it    together,    can't    we    ?     ❜          she    asks,    stepping    closer,    the    faint    shimmer    of    her    circuitry    catching    the    dim    light    like    falling    stars.          ❛     i    don’t    know    what    i    can    offer,    but    —    if    the    heart    of    this    world    can    still    be    saved,    i’d    like    to    help    you    find    it.     ❜

her    head    tilts,    curious,    hopeful.          ❛     tell    me,    sora.    what    happens    when    a    heart    is    sealed    ?    does    it     .    .    .     wake    again    ?     ❜

the    question    trembles    with    more    than    wonder    —    a    quiet    wish    that    maybe,    somewhere,    endings    aren’t    as    final    as    they    seem.

[squeebo]

Finally squeezed in time to draw fanart for Knights of Guinevere!!! She’s literally gorgeous ughhh