Merry Christmas!
(reposting because I had to edit and fix a mistake, apologies)
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seeing fanart of messmer and gwyndolin together is making me so sad for some reason like yes please take these two snake bois™ who were ostracized from their families for being connected to something seen as inappropriate or wrong and let them BOND
imagine each of their snakes have their own names and they just!!!! introduce their little snakes and it's just a great time for both of them!!! healing era!!!
(it's 2024 and i still can't believe gwyndolin still doesn't have One moment of peace)
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Stand, In Awe of The Sun
Dark Souls -- Dark Sun Gwyndolin
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: an emotion variously combining dread, veneration, and wonder that is inspired by authority or by the sacred
: archaic. : dread, terror
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And kneel before Him,
And woe to the condemned.
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Challenged my self to only do an hour long piece and this is how it turned out.
Here’s a Gwyndolin because I have Fromsoft games on the mind!
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Gwyndolin (from Dark souls 1) drinkinng a cup of tea with you
We chillin'.
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I’m in love with Gwyndolin, I need more content
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👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
:3c
Honestly my ability to actually work on wips other than my silly little crackship au is at an all time low, so have a snippet of Godwyn/Gwyndolin arranged marriage AU:
(There is misgendering in here, thanks to Gwyn being an overall shit father to Gwyndolin.)
Marika sat upon her throne, statuesque as she regarded her guest. This visitor was a step above the usual lords and ladies she had treated with to get her Lands to where they were now, or the grovelling prisoners of war that had begged for her and her Lord’s mercy (often to no avail).
“Thou wouldst ask for my firstborn son to be wed to thy lastborn?” This was a man on par with her own power, and that was the only reason she hadn't refused him outright. Compulsion and threats would not work. Her grip tightened on the arms of her throne.
Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight, King of the Gods of Anor Londo stood tall, his crown shining gold as he leant on his sword. He was unimpressed by her demeanour, or the threat in her words.
They both knew what this meeting was really about, and what a marriage would mean.
Keeping the Golden Order from spreading into more foreign lands. Keeping the dragons of the Lands Between from being hunted by the knights from the Lordran, as the Order struggled to stop them from being hunted by the native dragon communion churches to begin with. A prevention of a possible war between two prideful gods, wanting more land and influence.
"Thou knowest why I offer my youngest, Lady Marika," the old man replied firmly. "My other daughters art accounted for. Princess Gwyndolin is mine only child left to offer thee."
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