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the-final-knight · 4 months
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You find a letter on your desk, sealed in red wax.
If you choose to open it, it says:
'Meet me at the dock by nightfall.'
Huh... Will do i suppose.
*I wait till nightfall then begin walking there*
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c-53 · 2 years
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imagine going to a house party and ask to go to the bathroom and like theres a dark souls silver knight guarding a chest in there. and like you ask him to not look but he doesn’t respond at all. He’s not like agro, or staring at you with intent, but he’s FULLY aware of your presence and watching you like you intend to steal
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akihatohnoofficial · 6 months
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the-final-knight-2 · 2 months
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*you wake up to find yourself in a state of partial sleep paralysis, you can move except for speech, I’m sitting on your chest, smiling at you* -@furry-sleep-paralysis-demon
*she looks up terrified* W-what the.. *she tries to struggle to move*
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husbandyke · 15 days
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non-sexual service for your fondest knight (cleaning blood from their clothes and armour, polishing their platemail, buffing their boots, sharpening their sword, oiling the visor hinge on their helmet, washing out and dressing their wounds, draping their chainmail over them, tightening the straps of their pauldrons, taking their broken lances, helping them dismount from their steed, helping them unwind and destress after a long day of training or sport or work or battle) IS actually sexual, we call that foreplay
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underpaid-guard · 7 months
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I swear I feel like the only one here with morals.
I feel like I have to take care of half of you like children so you dont massacre an entire village.
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“Uhg, I guess it’s time to train.”
*I get up and start to move to the door*
“Wait, what should I use. My main weapon is a double handed sword or axe…”
(If you feel like you want to jump in @the-final-knight )
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knightbugs · 2 months
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weevil who is also a knight and has a polearm made from a rose thorn
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evilknight · 6 months
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So it turns out that a great sword is not meant to carve pumpkins
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findingoblivion · 5 months
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What if we were in a medieval isekai setting with magic together after being reincarnated. What if you were born the 3rd child of the king and I was born the daughter of a low born baron without any standing. What if my dream was to be a knight and I saw you from afar, not knowing that the glances I was stealing were being returned to me?
What if I worked hard and did my best to train hard and become strong so that I could protect those precious to me, and ended up being assigned to your personal guard due to my merit? We’re both the same age, it’ll be good for the princess to have someone her own age and gender around her. Take care of her, they said. Keep her safe and protected. Obey her, but keep her safe first.
What if I treated you with only the most deferential tone, so polite and chivalrous, at first earning your trust and making you feel safe, always by your side. What if over time we grew closer, you depending on me more and more and me growing fond of you, teasing you and showing you off, just too the two of us, no one else knowing?
What if one night you can’t sleep, shivering and scared, and I took you in my arms and held you close, stroking your hair and telling you that everything will be alright. Promising you that I’ll always protect you. That I’ll keep you safe. Caressing you gently, closer than any words could ever describe as we lay in bed together. What if I took care of you, made sure you were looked after, and supported you? What if, over time, our barriers fell down? We know it’s wrong, that it can never happen. We’re too different. But I still come to your bed every night I can, kissing you and holding you, finally stripped of my armour, taking you, stripping you of your royalty, your authority, your power. Right now you’re just you and I’m just me. That’s all we are, not a princess and a knight, just two souls intertwined in love.
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roundtable-knight-dyke · 11 months
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the-final-knight · 2 months
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*you see someone appear above the treas and promptly fall into the trees screaming*
@petraspacerp
WOAH! *They run to where you fall*
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sharkgirldick · 9 months
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What's your opinion on knight girls who keep their helmets/armor on during sex?
How are you going to bite your darling princess senseless with your helmet on?
How are they supposed to memorize every inch of your body if you have your armor on?
Cold, indifferent steel is for turning aside your enemies, not for the warmth of lovemaking.
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akihatohnoofficial · 6 months
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Girl that looks like a knight but the control seals hidden under her armor make her a dog
YEAAAHHHH
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the-final-knight-2 · 2 months
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*you see a pink slime walking around*
-@the-slime-person
Hmm hello there!
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husbandyke · 14 days
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thinking about a knight who has to be very careful with his princess so he doesn't hurt her. she's tough, but she's so small compared to him, so tender and bruiseable, breakable. she's not intimidated by him at all after all their time spent together (not that she ever was, being as bold and brazen as she always has been), and that makes him nervous. he looms over her by more than a foot, is heavier, denser, stronger, bigger in every way. he's killed people with his bare hands, and as much as he wishes he could convince himself otherwise, it wasn't hard. it was easy. those hands, those scarred and calloused hands, marked and rough from all the violence they've done, are the same hands that hold doors for her, help her down from her horse, tend to her wounds, carry her out of danger's reach, tuck his cape over her when she shivers in her sleep. a part of him is terrified by the hunger he feels for her, the way he wishes he didn't have to be gentle, wishes he could be rowdy and rough like he was with his fellow knights in training or in horseplay, or even (though he would scarce admit to it anyone, even to himself) frenzied and ruthless like he was with opponents in combat or enemies on the job. and so he must be even gentler, even more restrained, only touching her when absolutely necessary, biting his tongue and digging his nails into his palm when she teases him, her delicate hands pinching and shoving and patting him in playful jest to try and get a rise out of him, hands he wanted more than want to take in his own and pin beneath him but that didn't trust himself not to break in his grip...
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