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MOVED
gwynevere can now be found on my multi @lightlorn
for a long time gwynevere was just the tagalong kid sister to nk and all his friends were annoyed that gwyn made them play with her... up until the day the tagalong kid sister got to play-fight with them and trounced them all.
gwynevere wandering down from her chambers to greet her father’s returning knights. it is a fine moment, the noble lady welcoming the conquering heroes home-- then said lady just body checks ornstein because he is between her and sif. the princess just gets down and starts baby talking the wolf about how brave and good they are while blatantly ignoring the battle-beaten knights.
priorities. she has them.
me, talking to a dog: you’re soft. are you even aware of your mortality? of course ur not. u pure, wholesome and sentient unselfish being. do u feel that? that’s my heart. i love you. look at those ears. here take my wallet
gough: A ferocious dragon indeed, even mighty Anor Londo dared not provoke his ire. gough: proceeds to shoot kalameet right out of the sky gwynevere:
DEATHLESS.
the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !
❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜
❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜
❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜
❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜
❛ i will never be without information. ❜
❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜
❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜
❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜
❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜
❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜
❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜
❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜
❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜
❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜
❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜
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for mum: what is it with lothric and his obsession for eating eggs?
Mom or Dare. ll not accepting.
“I have been told that, in the last age, the Stone Dragons would devour some of their brood. I imagine that much the same situation plays out in my daughter’s court, though this time it is only some kind of savage genetic memory.”
mom, will you take me seriously now that I've replaced my father as the head of the pantheon?
Mom or Dare. ll not accepting.
“Thou speak’st as though I have any choice, Majesty.”
The words dripped with a certain venom, something that this girl ought to understand too well, dark eyes downward cast lest they strike. Her own daughter had been usurped by this accursed creature, the Dark Sun eclipsing more natural light.
Her daughter was always a fool for the youngest of her father’s brood, but Leocadia had never reckoned her to surrender control to the pox-pale whelp.
The proper speech burnt her tongue so long as it was leveled at Velka’s daughter.
“I must. I shall.”
I will not enjoy it.
so my hel account has taught me that everyone wants gwyndolin in some way or another... and frankly my muse could not be happier.
*flirts with the healer so they’ll prioritize me*
me, sobbing into my keyboard: please... please stop reducing my muse to her bust size... please my crops are dying....
"i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!"
im still crying over that ending tbqh. ll not accepting.
And sent the whole kingdom on an unmerry chase, she thinks. The words do not come, however, the queen instead gathering her young son into her arms. Studying the delicate boy in protracted silence, she finally runs her golden fingers carefully through his hair. No strands come loose at her near-spectral touch, and she is privately proud of herself for it.
“Lothric...”
Her hand comes to rest against his narrow cheek, gaze studying his face for any stress, but it is instead her nose that comies away with the scent of old wine. In an instant, she knows precisely where he has taken refuge, and struggles not to laugh at how it paints her boy a lush.
Gwynevere counts it a blessing that the latest stores were all emptied over the last month, well before the boy found them.
“Why would you do something so silly?”
↕ + 9"4' (Alonne is one tall boi)
she’s a literal giant tho. ll accepting.