#gwynsen

[seluknight]

@o4thbroken / on the first night, he watches the man - hulking, halfway familiar, one eye wrong - across the campfire. handsome, he thinks. before, he would have-

no, before he did-

no. he doesn't know.

it is that lack that bids him close the space between them. he sits on a log, beside the man - beside killian - and falls into radiating charm. easy as breathing, he thinks. though he doesn't know what he looks like. and as soon as that thought crosses his mind, hands - his own hands, yet they're about as unfamiliar to him as killian's - come up to trace his own skin.

there are scars there. the ghost of vanity bids him abandon this attempt at seduction, and pluck astarion's mirror from where it rests outside his little tent.

oh. thank- thank something. someone else he's forgetting.

his hair is a mess. shorter than it should be, he thinks. and the scars...

some of them are still fresh. but he can't feel them.

is he still pretty? he considers this, until astarion snatches the mirror out of his hand.

right. back to revolving around killian's mass like a flirtatious little planet. he's bored, he nearly hacked off someone's hand, and he has questions.

question the first, delivered into the now far more limited space between himself and killian: " how do i look? roguishly handsome, no? "

[sarcasticdolphin]

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[rake-rake]

Her words are not different from other he's heard, not when no matter how different they all mean the same thing at the end. Although Natasha’s apparent annoyance is certainly a new twist in the familiar narrative. He wonders if she's trying to provoke him, to stir some reaction from his soul, even if something as unbecoming of a saint as anger.

"Oh dear, you poor, pitiful thing. You break my heart..." The words are delivered with the same apathy that has colored their entire interaction, no flicker of amusement, no change in his gaze, just the same bored, uninterested, apathetic stare, "How hard must it be, for the mutt to lock its own chains. A praiseworthy endeavor, fully. If only there was anyone to praise you for it."

But those same things were what made it so hard for people to read him, because those words themselves should be mocking, but accompanied by any lack of inflection in his voice or semblance it was impossible to truly say so with confidence. Maybe he wished it so, or maybe, he was simply the same noble and beautiful martyr that the kingdom's knights stood for.

she wonders if he consciously sounds so...bored, if that is just a trait of all rulers, if it is merely an affectation to disarm and keep her guessing. perhaps it is a little bit of everything.

regardless, lothric has continued to express benevolence (his version of it) by even allowing her to speak, to question him. natasha cannot help but bite the hand that demands her lips.

"i am not given much choice in the matter, as you can probably surmise." she tilts her head, gestures to her form briefly. "i exist to do one thing." to return you to your throne. "in making your choice, you have doomed me to my fate. our destines are tied, my lord. so your admittedly polite and rather milquetoast judgements mean little to me."

[taroris]

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ahhh! I wasn't expecting any asks about it, so thank you for the interest Honey!! 💖

I wasn't sure but luckily I had done some editing for the next chapter, which isn't finished, but at least I have a couple of decent paragraphs to show you hehe

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The phone screen lit up with a new call. Ornstein worried his lower lip, barely breathing and eyes never leaving the screen until the notification of a missed call popped up. He quickly picked his phone to remove the same notification. It had been the seventh call from Gwynsen in two days since the party. And he had never answered once.

It was probably bad to ignore his friend. Ornstein knew that. But probably was the key word. His phone landed on top of his notebook, the subject he was working on, forgotten in favour of the whirlwind of thoughts that wanted to eat him alive and spat his bones.

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[owlito]

Party!! ✨✨

[rourabloodyrose]

Gwyn is an Aries

The Nameless King is a Leo

Gwynevere is a Libra

Gwyndolin is a Sagittarius

Ornstein is a Virgo

Smough is a Taurus

Ciaran is a Scorpio

Gough is an Aquarius

Artorias is a Capricorn

BONUS: Velka is a Gemini

I don’t make the rules.

[devilsneverycry]

[acebladespades]

For the sicktember thing, 9 with Nameless King, please? Thank you! 😊

Title (Do not) let him eat cake!

Fandom: Dark Souls

Characters: Nameless King, Ornstein, Gwynevere, Smough, Artorias, Sif.

Word-Count:2911

AO3-Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/34321024

Summary: Eating too many cakes in one go may not have been as fun as Gwynsen had thought...

Prompt: I am not sick

I am so sorry for taking so long!! Life got in the way but I finally finished your prompt :D I hope you like it, writing this was fun!

@sicktember

It was the smell which lured him out of his way and guided him to the dinning hall. Deep down, he knew there was something of importance he was meant to be doing. There was someone waiting for him.

Unconsciously, Gwynsen tried to remember, but all his thoughts faded into the background of his mind once he saw the tower of freshly baked pastries carefully placed on the table.

They exuded a sweet and delicious steam, the spicy scent of marzipan.

There were plenty, enough to feed a small army or a very hungry court.

Or, in Gwynsen’s case, a god of war with a grumbling stomach and a watering mouth.

Well, marzipan cakes are my favorite. Gwynevere finds them overly sweet and Gwyndolin often says they would rather lick a basilisk’s eyeball than to take a single bite of these sugary abominations. Oh Dolin, always so melodramatic.

Gwynsen carefully took one of the cakes in his hands.

So, surely, these were baked for me. The cooks must have wanted to surprise me. They are too generous to me. I shall see that they are rightfully rewarded! But first…

“I shall feast!” He opened his mouth and prepared to take the first bite.

“No, Gwynsen!”

But all he ended up biting was thin air and almost the tip of his tongue when, with a swift swing of her hand, Gwynevere took the cake away from him.

“What the--” Gwynsen said after his jaws recovered from the forceful impact of his empty bite. “Sister, where did you come from? And more importantly, why have you stolen my cake? Could this be fraternal betrayal?”

Gwynsen’s heart started to break at the mere thought of his own sister turning against him; thankfully, Gwynevere soon proved him wrong, but not before giving him a small slap on his head.

“Please, stop fooling around.” Gwynevere said with a heavy sigh as she placed the marzipan cake back in its former place. “Father will not approve of you eating his desserts. You know well how finicky he is about his midday cravings. Do you remember the time he destroyed the East tower with one of his lighting spears just because his pastries did not have enough powdered sugar on top? Because I do, and so do the cooks. I created many lovely memories in that tower. I loved that tower, brother, I really did.”

Gwynevere’s gaze became dark and sharp.

“Sister, please. You are scaring me.”

“Oh, I am sorry. I got a little carried away.” Immediately, Gwyenevere went back to her laid-back and cheerful demeanour, but her determination had not waned. “In any case, you shall have none of these baked goods. Unless, of course, you convince Father to share a few of them with you, but we both know that taming a rageful dragon would be an easier task, so really brother, don’t waste your time.”

“Ask Father?” Gwynsen snorted, half amused and half angry at how ridiculous the idea was. “Please. I would rather kiss Smough on the lips.”

“Brother, don’t be like that, for underneath that grotesque armor, lies a skilled kisser.”

“What?!”

“I said I would never want to do so either.”

“Gwynevere, that’s not what you said.”

“Brother, don’t you have places to be?” Gwynevere interrupted him without shame. “Isn’t it time for your daily training with Ornstein? It is not proper of a god to leave others waiting for long.”

Ornstein!

So that had been his original task before he had become distracted by the mesmerizing aroma of the cakes.

“I shall go to him at once.” Gwynsen exclaimed. His treacherous stomach seconded him with a loud growl.

He looked at the cakes again.

I’m already late for our training… so truly, you wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes more, would you, Ornstein?

Ornstein would definitely mind, and Gwynsen knew it.

I’ll think of a way to make it up to him later. Right now, there are more important matters at hand. And I know the way to turn things into my favor...

“Nevy, please.” Gwynsen looked around to make sure no one was around. Once he made sure there were no witnesses, he joined his hands together and looked at Gwynevere with hazy and sad eyes. “Let me have one. Father will not notice its absence, I promise. Please my dear, wise, beautiful, patient, smart, noble, brave--”

“No, Gwynsen.” Without mercy, Gwynevere interrupted her brother’s overused list of compliments. “I already told you no.”

“Then I hope you know how to explain Father about those little kisses you steal from Executioner Smough everyone now and then.”

“Oh dear… you know about it? Yes, I should have expected it. Gossip travels faster than light in this place.”

“So it’s true?! Gwynevere, you really should be more mindful of your secrets and your words. You are not what I would call subtle about them. And why, sister? Why Smough?”

“I think the right question here is ‘ Why not Smough?’ ” Gwynevere answered, winking an eye to Gwynsen.

“Gwynevere, stop. You’re killing your big brother.”

Unrepentantly, Gwynevere chuckled. “Don’t you worry, it was all a jest. Very well Gwynsen… if only to keep this small rumor between us, I shall let you eat one of Father’s cakes. Just one, understood? Now, if you excuse me, I too have someone to meet. He awaits for me in the west tower. And that someone’s name is Smough.”

Lighting power began to manifest around Gwynsen’s frame.

That bastard! How does he dare?

Gwynevere laughed at his reaction. “Oh brother, you are so easy to fool.”

She gave him a small pat on top of his head to calm him down. Gwynsen had just succeeded in controlling his temper when Gwynevere pulled him closer to her and whispered, “Seriously now, don’t come by.”

And with that, she was gone.

“My dear sister and the Executioner? No, I will not allow it!” Gwynsen exclaimed, his voice echoing with ruthless determination, the same way it did every time he commanded his soldiers to battle. “This is a transgression I cannot overlook! Wrathful lighting shall be your punishment, Smough! You shall curse the day you were--”

His stomach growled again.

Almost unconsciously, one of his hands reached for a marzipan cake.

“By the first flame, they sure smell good.”

His fury started to disappear, and it was completely forgotten when, at last, Gwynsen took the first bite.

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“Master!”  Ornstein welcomed him as soon as Gwynsen entered the training grounds. His apprentice and friend did not bother to hide his anger at his pronounced delay. “What took you so long? We were supposed to start our training two hours ago. I had to listen to Artorias’ anecdotes this whole time. And don’t get me wrong, Artorias is my beloved friend and you know how much I care about him, but I swear, if I ever hear one more story about Sif’s antics...”

“What?” Gwynsen had heard only half of Ornstein’s rant. He wanted to pay attention, but it was difficult for him to focus on anything else other than the torturous knot on his stomach.

It hurt more than a dragon fang stuck in his gut after failing to evade the beast’s jaws. Gwynsen didn’t know how he was still standing, or how his fever had not melted his brains yet.

Oh, nonsense. I’m fine. Am I not the god who slays dozens of dragons and comes out of their fiery attacks unscathed?  I am fine! I just need to walk it off.

“Oh… Oh yes, Artorias.” Gwynsen said, doing his best to sound amused. “Where is he? I thought he would be joining us.”

“He had to leave. It was time for Sif’s daily walk.”

“Wait, the wolf walks his master?”

“What? Master, what are you talking about? Sif is the wolf, Artorias is the knight.”

“Oh… right.”

An awkward pause followed, one in which Ornstein took off his helmet and revealed his concerned expression to Gwynsen.

“Master, is everything alright?”

Ornstein’s worry was like a wake-up call for Gwynsen.

“Of course it is! “Gwynsen replied with the most forced smile he had ever made in his life, even more than when he had to pretend to be happy in his father’s presence. “ Why would you ever think otherwise, Ornstein?”

“You are sweating, your face is red, your legs are trembling.” Orbstein observed, unamused but still concerned. “And you keep embracing your stomach as if you were hugging an invisible lover.”

“Ornstein, don’t tell me you’re jealous!” With gigantic effort, Gwynsen straightened his back and unfolded his arms. The sharp sting in his stomach came close to making him gasp; to conceal it, Gwynsen cackled instead. “There is no such thing as an invisible lover in my arms! Ornstein, you say the wildest of things!”

An agonizing sting pierced Gwynsen’s stomach.

I am going to pass out.

His sight blurred and his belly burned as if he had swallowed the First Flame like it was wine.

No!

Gwynsen stomped his feet. Lighting energy shattered the ground below his sandal.

No, I am not sick! I am fine. My stomach is simply overreacting at the memory of my sister and Executioner Smough sharing kisses.

His stomach growled louder than a furious dragon.

Why Gwynevere? Why did you brand that image on your brother’s mind?

“Master, you are not well!” Ornstein exclaimed with great concern. “We need to take you to Lady Gwynevere. She will know how you heal whatever ailment is--”

“Nonsense!” Gwynsen countered, making Ornstein jolt back in surprise. “My sister is quite busy, you see. He is tending to Smough at this time of the day, and not in a chaste way.”

“What?” Gwynsen and Ornstein said at the same time.

Realizing he had spoken more than he should have, Gwynsen quickly gave Ornstein a strong slap on the back. “It was a jest! Ornstein, you are such a stick in the mud! You need to loosen up and relax, for laughing and resting are also fundamental parts of a knight’s training.”

Before Ornstein could protest, Gwynsen wielded his spear and readied his fighting stance.

My stomach is going to explode. Oh Father, what will you see when you gaze upon the scattered guts of your first- born?

He would probably say something akin to “Oh Gwynsen, look at the mess you made! You are a lost case, boy, you truly are!”

“Oh Father, you insensitive knave!”

“Master, there’s no need to be rude.” Ornstein protested. He too had wielded his spear and had readied his stance.

“No, I was not talking about you, Ornstein.  I was talking of my big, dumb, stupid… No, it doesn’t matter.” Gwynsen shook his head and focused. “Let’s begin. Come at me and try to land a hit, Ornstein. I will treat you as I would an enemy, so don’t hold back.”

“Master, I really think we should take you to your sister instead.”

“You talk too much! Battles are not won with words, but with arms!” Gwynsen charged at Ornstein. For a second, the adrenaline of battle, even one of training nature, erased any trace of pain. For Gwynsen, it was like a blissful and distracting gift.

I knew it. I knew my pain would go away on its own.

Gwynsen closed his eyes, rejoicing in his healthy and numb stomach.

You were no foe for this god of war, marzipan cakes! Your sweet and delicious ingredients are no match for my iron guts. MY IRON---

The rest of his victorious thought remained forever unfinished after an explosion of burning pain, born from the impact of the blunt side of Ornstein’s spear, spread from his stomach to the rest of his body.

Perhaps… I am sick.

Gwynsen thought as the darkness of unconsciousness took over his world.

Just a little bit.

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“Last time, Gwynsen.” Gwynevere said to her brother with anger as she and Ornstein helped Gwynsen keep the vasin still on his lap as he emptied his stomach inside it. “That was the last time I ever trusted you and your insatiable hunger!”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.” Gwynsen stuttered in a small pause his intestines gave him. “My will may be strong, but the marzipan was stronger.”

He wanted to say more, but he was interrupted by another gush rushing up his throat. Once he was done, Gwynevere and Ornstein put the vasin down on the floor and tucked him in bed.

“Well, I have to say,” Ornstein sighed with little enthusiasm, “this is not how I pictured my day would go. There was supposed to be more training in it and less vomit.  At the very least, I am glad you are feeling better now, master. Next time, don’t try so hard to pretend you aren’t feeling well.”

“And while you are at it, how about you also try not to devour four hundred marzipan cakes in one go like some hungry animal?” Gwynevere added as she glared at her brother. “God of war… The only thing you are a god of is gluttony!”

“Four hundred marzipan cakes?” Ornstein said in disbelief, only adding to Gwynsen’s shame. “Master, how could you have done such a thing? And here I was starting to think one of the cooks had tried to poison you! Four hundred cakes! And worst of all, why didn’t you ask me to join you or save some for me? You know they are my favorite too.”

“Dragon Slayer Ornstein!”

“N-no, no.” Ornstein turned crimson and began to stutter. “What I meant was… I was just saying… Oh, bollocks.”

“Ornstein!” A newcomer exclaimed. He entered the room and carefully closed the door behind him. “Such foul language in the presence of Lady Gwynevere. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Gwynsen, Gwynevere and Ornsteind stared at Artorias at the same time.

“Hey now, do not look at me all at once.” Artorias chuckled nervously. “No, seriously, please stop. I’m getting self-conscious.”

“Artorias, what are you doing here?” Ornstein asked. “I thought you were walking Sif.”

“I was, but Lord Gwyn summoned me. He told me about what happened with Lord Gwynsen and his poisoning. Something about marzipan cakes? I am not sure. Honestly, I stopped listening to Lord Gwyn soon after he started talking.  I don’t know the details, but he assigned me one task: to be Lord Gwynsen’s one and only companion during his recovery. I told Lord Gwyn that you would be more fit for the job, Ornstein, but he insisted I was the one to do it. He also told me how much Lord Gwynsen is fond of my anecdotes of Sif…. Oh master, I had no idea you felt that way. Worry not, I have plenty of stories I have not told you yet. I’m sure they will be a fine diversion while you recover!”

Gwynsen closed his eyes and cursed his father in his mind.

Father, you vengeful twit! I knew you would not let my mischief go unpunished! It was just some cakes… is this truly the punishment I deserve? You are cruel, Father. Cruel.

“But at the very least, I’m not alone.” Gwynsen said under his breath with relief and gratitude. He opened his eyes again and smiled. “For I have my dear sister and loyal friend by my side.”

The words died in his mouth when he saw neither Gwynevere nor Ornstein around. The only evidence they had left behind of their presence in the room was the open door they had forgotten to close during their hurried escape.

“Nevy?” Gwynsen whispered in despair. “Orny?”

But they were gone.

Only Artorias was there with him.

Artorias and his endless anecdotes of Sif.

“Do not worry master, I am sure they will be back soon.” Artorias said, pulling a chair closer to Gwynsen’s bed and sitting on it. “In the meanwhile, how about I tell you about the time Sif answered the call on nature inside Smough’s helmet and he only noticed once he put it on? That was a day Smough will not forget....”

Father, if I ever turn against you, know that this was the reason!

Gwynsen thought as he hid his head under the pillow.

As for Artorias, he kept talking and talking.

This was the reason!

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It didn’t take long for Artorias to regret having left his master behind.

“Oh Lady Gwynevere, we should have not abandoned your brother. We should have remained by his side.”

“And listen to the time when Sif chewed on Father’s favorite sandals and almost brought doom upon us all? Do forgive Ornstein, but I think I shall pass. Besides...” Gwynevere turned around and stared longingly at the West tower. “There is someone waiting for me, and his name is…”

“No, I do not want to hear it. My mind shall not be branded as my master’s was!” Ornstein covered his ears and escaped from the scene. He did not know where he was going, but anywhere was better than staying there. As he ran, he kept chanting, “If I don’t hear, it isn’t real. If it isn’t real, it won’t haunt me!”

Gwynevere watched him go and laughed, unaware that Smough was standing behind her and had witnessed the whole thing.

Before he too walked away, he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“By the Lords,” he lamented under his breath, “it is always the same thing with these gods and their knights. Every day. Every darn day.”

[girlvinland]

For the ask meme, give me Artorias and NK, please! ^^

Ty Tarori 🙏🏼

Wolf Man 🐺

Sexuality Headcanon: I lean towards ace or demi for him, honestly

Gender Headcanon: Think of him usually as cis man, but can see perhaps agender as well

A ship I have with said character: Ciartorias, ofc 😭

A BROTP I have with said character: Orn, and I feel like in some ways it is a mentorship. My personal HC is that Arty is the youngest of Gwyn's knights and that he looks up to Ornstein. They do not see eye to eye on everything, but they rely on one another and have similar views on their duties. On the opposite side of that I think they'd make really good/fun/disastrous drinking buddies. If you add NK to that mix something is going to get broken. Maybe one of them.

Speaking of NK, I think he would also connect with Arty, but mostly for irritating the shit out of Ornstein together (see the question after next lol)

A NOTP I have with said character: I have to say, I can appreciate some Amanus stuff but I'm really not that into it overall. It just depresses me but not in the good way (lol you understand what I mean, it is angst I don't really enjoy).

A random headcanon: I think maybe we talked about this in chat before but I love the idea of him playing pranks on Ornstein constantly (oh yeah, like that one video of the son scaring his dad all the time lmao). NK/Arty Dream Team of irritating the captain.

I think he is also someone who needs to recharge often though and really appreciates alone time or some time in nature. Pretty common HC I think.

General Opinion over said character: He's kind, he's cool, he loves dogs, wish they kept his voice lines in the game that is all 😤

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Da KING 👑🐉

Sexuality Headcanon: I switch between bisexual and gay like every five minutes for this HC I do not know

Gender Headcanon: Just a straight up cis dude I'm sorry

A ship I have with said character: He and Ornstein are best friends and life partners that is all 😭

A BROTP I have with said character: See Arty above! Also like Little said for the Gwynevere answer, NK lol. Both of his siblings, really. But I think NK and Gwynevere have more fun banter with one another. As far as Gwyndolin goes I think NK would be somewhat protective while also being really annoyed at their father for being so OVERprotective.

A NOTP I have with said character: Not really into the whole Solaire/NK thing. I get it, or at least, in theory I get it. Just not for me.

A random headcanon: My personal favorite name HC is still Gwynsen while he is in Anor Londo, and once he is deleted from existence, he picks up the name of Faraam from human devotees. I like it because the idea of a god living for thousands of years and having their name transition to something else over time is not so strange I think (going on the theory that they ARE actually gods in a sense - that's a whole can of worms ofc). Also wrt to the first name I'm just big on the Sen is NK theory - I like it a lot, and also I enjoy the idea that the fortress was used as a silver knight training ground sometimes (plus very few people in-game even know it's called Sen's Fortress which fits w/ his name being forgotten). I'd also just find it weird if Gwyn didn't name his firstborn after himself (obviously this isn't saying any name ppl use for him is wrong bc we legitimately don't know [even though I think a lot of ppl agree that Faraam IS the mostly likely]. Still, Gwynsen/Sen is just my fav). Ty for letting me ramble about that.

General Opinion over said character: Not sure if he is my favorite boss across the series, but he's definitely my favorite non-human character. I find his backstory really fascinating and parts of it are strangely relatable in unfortunate/stupid ways. I try to sunbro for him at least once a week bc I really do enjoy that fight (at least the second half) and I don't want to get rusty on it (I am rusty on it anyway - you fight any other thing ever and the minute you go back to NK you forget how to deal w/ delayed attacks gdi) 😭

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Ty again 🥺

Link to the Ask Meme

[lockawayknight]

"Tell me" [p8cr8 aaaand pate n magerold for kicks]

from put “tell me" in my ask and my character will answer [accepting!!]

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ X ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out

[ X ] Cuddle with you [ ] Be like “How in the world?”

[ ] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry

—

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ X ] Kiss or hug you back [ X ] Smile and laugh

[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away

[ ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you

—

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ ] No [ ] Yes [ ] Most certainly not. [ X ] Without hesitation.

—

You are:

[ X ] Cute [ X ] Adorable [ X ] Attractive [ X ] Beautiful

[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

—

You are to me a:

[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [ ] Ally

[ X ] Friend [ X ] Love [ ] Rival

[ ] Enemy

—

I find you to be:

[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ ] Intriguing

[ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying

[ ] Infuriating [ X ] Pleasant company [ X ] Comforting

[ X ] Unable to be lived without [ ] Trustworthy

—

“Hell am I s’posed t’say? He’s my damned husband, a’course I’m fond a’ him. Would do anythin’ for the rat. Won me heart an’ soul, the ol’ bastard, an’ I pay the price for it every damned day.” Sigh.

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If you snuck into my room I would:

[ X ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out

[ ] Cuddle with you [ ] Be like “How in the world?”

[ X ] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry

—

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ X ] Kiss or hug you back [ X ] Smile and laugh

[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away

[ ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you

—

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ ] No [ X ] Yes [ ] Most certainly not. [ ] Without hesitation.

—

You are:

[ ] Cute [ ] Adorable [ X ] Attractive [ ] Beautiful

[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

—

You are to me a:

[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [ X ] Ally

[ X ] Friend [ ] Love [ ] Rival

[ ] Enemy

—

I find you to be:

[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ X ] Intriguing

[ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying

[ ] Infuriating [ X ] Pleasant company [ ] Comforting

[ ] Unable to be lived without [ ] Trustworthy

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“Ah, I love ol’ Patey! Been friends for a real’ long time, we ‘ave, even if he don’t like to admit knowin’ me, hah! Rude bastard he is, likes t’act like he don’t need no one, but tha’s part a’ his charm, I suppose. Ol’ bugger needs to be a li’l nicer, though, I will say. Thinks he’s all tha’ an’ some crisps, but Gwynsen knows he ain’t. Ah well. Due time, due time.”

[fictionkinfessions]

I really do miss the Gwyn kids and Lorian and Lothric a lot. I mean, my Gwyndolin is in my system, and I am really thankful to have them, but it is very lonely for both of us without the others. Gwynsen, Gwynevere, Filianore, Yorksha, Lorian, Lothric - if you stumble upon this, please know that Gwyndolin and I love you a lot and we miss you. Thank you for making our travels that much brighter, even if we all knew the world was doomed sooner or later. - Ornstein #⚡️🐈

[headcanontheshitoutofsoulsborne]

NK’s original name was Gwynsen, hence Sen’s Fortress. In other lands he was known as Faraam, the God of War, he technically wasn’t a god anymore, but his powers stated otherwise.

[northeasternwind]

at this point i’m likely to change the nameless king’s name every fucking time i write a fic about him:

-Gwynedd -Gwynfor (Gwyn but big, basically) -Gwynsen (fan theory re: Sen’s Fortress) -Gwynson (obvious LMFAO) -Maelgwyn (prince of the hounds, according to google) -Berwyn (Barr and Gwyn, white-headed) -Caerwyn (Caer and Gwyn, white fortress) -I know we have Faraam but I haven’t played DS2 sob

I don’t suppose anyone knows how to make compound words and names in welsh........

[flare-friday]

This is canon in my mind <3

Also, here is some NKstein art I drew

There's this part in the second chapter of The Hobbit where the dwarves leaves a note to Bilbo, and they sign it with:

"We have the honor to remain

Yours deeply".

Now I can't stop thinking about Ornstein and NK signing their privates letters with:

"I have the honor to remain

Yours deeply."

Like, that's so pretty? To have the honor? To remain yours deeply? *sighs with yearning*

[owlito]

[mrslittletall]

I used to not be a big fan of the name Gwynsen, until it came to my mind that in Spirited Away, Chihiro gets her name forcefully taken from her and replaced with SEN. Miyazaki quoting Miyazaki. Miyaception.

Oooooh!You are right!Sometimes I forget that Dark Souls indeed was made from a japanese company.