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Been thinking thoughts about Yandere!Knight who was the third son of a second rate noble. His family rich enough so that even he would never have to work a day in his life but not rich enough to be alluring for any respectable woman looking to marry.
He didn’t have any wild endeavors of his own. His eldest brother working closely with their father and the second eldest having a myriad of hobbies and investment opportunities he filled his time dabbling with. Leaving him alone and bored at the estate.
The emptiness of it all echoed down to his very soul. The estate just as hallow as he felt inside. He had no passions or interests. Everything he did, he did with ease. Horseback riding, fencing, and hunting, it was all a breeze. None of it excited him, got his blood pumping.
So what else was there to do besides lose himself in the booze of his local tavern? There the people cheered whenever he could chug nearly a full barrel, they bought him drinks when he won a round of darts, and when they talked to him they had actually listened. That’s what he wanted more than anything. To matter to someone.
And when he finally met you he knew you were the one person he had to matter to.
You were the favored Princess of their kingdom. While your siblings stayed up in the castle, too high and mighty to visit the commoners below, you were different. You visited the villages frequently. Talked with them, helped them, and did all you could to ensure the happiness of the people.
And when the owner of his favorite bar cut him off and kicked him out, out of the goodness of their heart despite the dismissal still cutting deep, you were right there. All gentle smiles, kind eyes, and a soft hand that reached out for his.
He can’t believe his luck when you keep his rough dirty hand clasped in your soft one. He can’t believe what’s happening as you start to walk with him down the cobblestone street, feeling the eyes of everyone’s stares.
But your eyes never leave his and his certainty wouldn’t dare to leave yours. Fear crawling up his back that if he dare look away you won’t be there when he looks back. He doesn’t even want to blink but forces himself too in order to not scare you away.
It only takes a few coaxing words from you before he’s spilling his guts about why he was in the tavern and more importantly, why he got kicked out. You listen to it all without wavering for a moment. He’s never had someone care this much for him.
You stay with him for hours, ignoring your own guards warnings that it’s getting late and you need to start heading back. But their interruption seems to give you an idea.
Somehow after hearing his whole entire sob story, you gaze up at him with the utmost confidence and ask, “Have you ever thought about being a knight?”
Yandere!Knight who had honestly never thought about it or considered it despite all his related skills to the job before you had said anything. But now finds himself leaving his entire life behind, his world behind, in order to go with you back to the castle.
He started training with the other noblemen destined for knighthood the very next day. All of them skilled but none of them nearly as skilled as him.
Especially on the many days when you just so happened to walk through the training grounds. Your eyes always finding him before staying to watch for a few hours.
He had heart rumors flying around the castle that you had been staying at the castle more recently. Everyone wondering just why that is. His name coming up time and time again.
When those curious and nosy enough to come up and ask him if he held your favor, he’d only encourage them further. Giving bits and pieces of, slightly exaggerated, information on the your attention and affection for him.
The rumors only get worse when his knighting ceremony comes, almost the entire castle sitting restlessly in the white glittering church. Him and his fellow men all waiting to be knighted. When you stand up and insist you be the one to knight him.
All falls quiet around them but you stand tall, walking up to the alter and briefly taking the Lords place who’s knighted his fellow men. You tell them that since you were the one to find them it’s only right that the honor goes to you.
Yandere!Knight falls to his knees before you, pretending that it’s not because they gave out from the swell of emotion coursing through him. But you smile at him like you know it was anyway.
The rest of the world fades away, leaving only you and him as you hand him his sword. Everything is in slow motion as you lean down, your warm breath fanning his forehead before you kiss it tenderly. The softness of your lips has his mind spinning with what they’d feel like in other places too. Then you’re tapping his shoulder with an air of finality and a wave of air comes rushing into his lungs.
He’s finally done it. He’s a Knight. Now he’s your knight. With his one wish being to protect you always.
Yandere!Knightgets posted as your personal knight. Which only ends up distancing him from the other knights who thinks the fair Princess should’ve stuck with the man previously in his current position. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when he had you.
You stuck by him closely, returning to your daily outings into the village but now with him to protect you. He sees then just how kind and trusting you truly are.
It didn’t take long for him to then see just how the people in the village treat you in return. The way their hands claw and tug at you. How they shamelessly beg and demand things from you because they’re always met with your agreement. Zero resistance or a flicker of hesitation every time.
Again and again like a cruel cycle that neither the people nor you saw any problem with. His stomach began to churn each time they’d paw at you as if you were the last loaf of bread in the bakery and they were all starved. Something ugly, dark, and twisted was growing inside him with the passing days by your side.
Akin to a foul rot forming inside a helpless tree. Completely defenseless as the darkness quietly grew and consumed till there was nothing left but a hallow shell ready to snap.
It finally happened, ironically, at the Butchers. The man who owned the shop was running out of hunters willing to sell to him and so it left the people there will less meats available for purchase. Being the kind Princess you are, you offer up a few palace hunters to come aid him.
His jaw was already clenched as he took in the greed of the Butcher. Less palace hunters meant less for you and maintaining your health was his sole purpose in this lifetime. To hell with the people, he would not have you in need.
But then as they turn to leave, the Butcher makes one last bold request, indeed. Asking the Princess to spare not only their hunters but their bows as well, for he does not have enough for them all.
You agree and leave but he stays rooted in his spot. Staring daggers at the Butcher who looks all too pleased with himself and the new arrangement.
His vision grows hazy and he blacks out just as he lunges at the man. Unsheathing his sword so quickly the metal rings out through the room.
When he comes back to the Butcher’s blood is mixed in with that of his meats, splashes of it everywhere. His body on the floor unmoving with no sign on life. It was the first life he’s ever taken.
Just as he’s about to open his mouth to cry, shout, or beg for help, he doesn’t know, he stops short of it all as the door opens. Your tiny gasp is all he can hear. A million thoughts flooding his head at that one simple sound.
His head nearly swings off his shoulders at the force of his head swiveling toward the sound of your voice. Your horrified expression meeting his own, though their reasoning for being there very different.
All the strength he has leaves his body in one fell swoop. His legs giving out from under him, the metal of his armor crashing against the stone floor as he falls to his knees.
Tears fill his vision and spill down his cheeks. The thought of disappointing you, letting you down, threatens to unravel him. You can stop looking at the blood painting his face as he helplessly crawls over to you.
“I’m sorry, please, help me. I’m so sorry, Princess, please,” he sobs, his arms winding around your waist as he nuzzles into your soft belly.
At the sound of his voice it’s like you snap out of your thoughts. Immediately moving in to soothe and comfort him. Your hands weaving through his hair, shushing him with the calming nature of a saint.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You were only trying to protect me. But know this is not the way,” you say in a hushed voice that curls around his very being and helps in calming him down quickly. His body melting against yours.
After that day he tries to put it behind him. To forget about the memories of the kill that came flooding back the same night it happened. Trying with all his might to forget about the satisfaction he felt with every blow. To avenge you for how that putrid man was taking advantage of your kindness.
But as the same begins to happen again from more of the villagers, that same dark sensation arises within him once more. Wrapping around his neck and squeezing him so hard he chokes on it. The urge to lighten their burdens on you coming back full force.
When he finally gives in and his blade swings down to take another life of one who has done you wrong, he doesn’t black out this time. There’s no shock, tears, and most importantly, no getting caught.
The more lives he takes the easier it gets. All of them done in your name, in his desire to protect you. Even if he has to protect you from yourself, he’s willing to do anything.
Right and left more people in the village go missing. None of them to be seen again. Eventually fewer and fewer people come to ask you for your aid, all of them growing too scared to leave their homes.
But it’s not enough for even if he can stop them he can’t seem to stop you. Following you around to each home in the village and watching as you ask if there’s anything you can do. Leaving him to massage your poor feet every night that ache from all the walking.
He knows he must do something to stop you once and for all. For your sake.
Like always, rumors spread around the kingdom like wildfire. With a little help from him word of there being a violent murderer in the kingdom fills the castle in a day. In your parents worry for your safety and to ensure the protection of the kingdom’s favorite Princess, they order you to remain in your room until the killer is caught.
You fight it as much as you can but ultimately you are powerless against the decrees of the King. So day in and day out from now onward you are confined to your room with only him to watch over you and guard your door.
Ensuring no one can get in and that you cannot ever get out. You’ll stay right here forever where he can keep you all to himself, leaving all your kindness just for him.
۶ৎ DESTINED FOR MAGIC: THE IRRESISTIBLE ALLURE OF LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME MANIFESTATION PACK ˙⋆.˚
This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a 'lucky girl' theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!
Every step you take seems to be guided by a secret hand of fate. It’s as if the universe itself has conspired to bestow upon you blessings in the most unexpected moments. Your laughter carries echoes of serendipity, turning mundane days into enchanted adventures where every heartbeat is a promise of delightful surprises.
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝐸𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎
There is an undeniable glow about you—a radiant aura that draws fortune close. Like sunlight piercing through a canopy of leaves, your presence turns even the smallest moments into miracles. You possess an effortless magnetism that attracts kindness, opportunity, and joy wherever you wander, as if you were born under a lucky star.
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓈
In your eyes dances the light of countless fortuitous moments—a calm certainty that wonders are real and dreams do come true. Your intuition transforms everyday challenges into opportunities, making you a living testament to the magic of positive energy. With each smile, you remind the world that fortune favors the brave and the hopeful.
You carry the gentle magic of moonlit nights, where every ray of silver transforms ordinary scenes into realms of wonder. Your very being is an invitation to marvel at the unexpected—each moment a cherished gift wrapped in the subtle glow of destiny. In your presence, even a quiet evening becomes a festival of tiny, luminous miracles.
There is a playful sparkle in your spirit—a refreshing sense of wonder that turns every encounter into a cherished moment. You seem to have an innate ability to attract good fortune, as if blessings are strewn in your path like petals on a gentle breeze. Your serene confidence reminds everyone that sometimes, the best of life unfolds when you simply believe.
𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐴𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐹𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
Your intuition is your most powerful talisman—a quiet guide that steers you toward moments of serendipity and delight. It is as if you can sense the hidden currents of fortune, effortlessly weaving them into the fabric of your life. With every thoughtful glance and gentle word, you affirm that being open-hearted is the truest form of magic.
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇
You move through life as if destiny herself has painted your path in shimmering hues. Every note of your voice is imbued with a serendipitous melody—gentle yet potent—that transforms ordinary moments into enchanted memories. When you sing, the very air seems to tremble with promise, echoing a harmony that whispers, “fortune favors the brave.”
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝓀
A quiet radiance surrounds you—a soft glow that draws kindred spirits and unexpected blessings alike. Your smile, gentle yet imbued with an inner strength, lights up even the gloomiest of rooms. It is as if the universe leans in to conspire with you, ensuring that every challenge transforms into a stepping stone toward joy and wonder.
𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒
Every gesture you make seems to invite good fortune—like petals scattered by a benevolent wind. In your eyes burns an enduring spark of curiosity and delight, a reminder that life is an endless treasure trove of miraculous moments. With every step, you weave a tapestry of serendipity, drawing prosperity and beauty into your orbit without ever trying too hard.
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐹𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈
Your mind is a garden of possibility—vibrant, ever-growing, and naturally attuned to the magic of the moment. With an intuitive wisdom that borders on the miraculous, you transform setbacks into surprising opportunities. The world unfolds at your feet as if preordained, a delicate dance choreographed by fate and your own brilliant heart.
In every quiet moment, your spirit sings a lullaby of infinite promise. Even when shadows gather, your heart remains a steadfast beacon of hope—a tender reminder that the universe is always working in mysterious, wondrous ways. You carry with you a rare blend of innocence and fortitude, a living testament that miracles are not only possible but inevitable when you believe in the magic of life.
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃
You are the embodiment of fortune's favor, a living testament to the whispers of destiny that always seem to fall in your direction. People look at you and wonder if you are truly blessed, as every step you take seems to be guided by unseen forces. Your life flows like a river of endless fortune-where others may stumble, you flourish with the grace of a thousand lucky stars. The universe conspires to smile upon you, for you are its most cherished child.
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 ✧ 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝐸𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁
Like a radiant gem in a sea of ordinary pebbles. Your presence turns heads and changes everything in its orbit. Luck doesn't just smile at you-it dances alongside you, in every heartbeat, every laugh. Opportunities open doors before you even knock, and you move through life with the kind of magnetic charm that shifts the capsized fortunes of those around you. A brilliance follows in your wake, as if the world knew it was nothing without your shining arc in it.
𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒
The universe adores you, and it shows. The road ahead always clears for you, the stars align in your favor, and the things you desire find their way to you as if drawn by an invisible force. It is not luck—it is simply the way your world works. You were made to live beautifully, effortlessly, blessed in ways that others only dream of.
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓎
You don’t chase; you attract. Opportunities unfold before you like the petals of a rare flower, each one more dazzling than the last. There is something about you—an ethereal quality, an unexplainable magnetism—that makes things work out in your favor. It’s as if life itself bends to your will, offering you abundance in the most delightful ways.
𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐻𝒶𝓈 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
Everything falls into place for you as if the universe itself has set the stage in your favor. Strangers hold doors open, opportunities arise out of thin air, and life unfolds like a dream where you are the beloved heroine. The stars have whispered your name into destiny’s ear, and now, fortune bows at your feet.
You are a living fairytale, a whispered wish come to life. Everything you desire finds its way to you, drawn by the quiet, unshakable belief that you were meant for greatness. Your life is a story woven with golden thread—one of effortless charm, boundless love, and unimaginable fortune.
You move through life like a beloved character in a story written by the gods themselves. Love, luck, beauty—every gift of the world is cradled in your hands without you ever needing to chase it. What others strive for, you receive effortlessly, because you are the girl who was always meant to have it all.
You are the embodiment of golden afternoons, of petals dancing on the wind, of moments kissed by fate. Everything flows toward you like a river drawn to the ocean—blessings, admiration, and endless opportunity. You are not just lucky; you are chosen by the universe itself.
𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔
Your life is a waking dream, each day unfolding with impossibly perfect timing. Coincidences line up in your favor, and doors open before you even reach for the handle. Some may call it fate, others magic—but you? You call it simply being you.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈
Your presence is a wish upon a star made real. You are kissed by fortune, wrapped in light, a celestial masterpiece sculpted by fate’s own hands. Every road leads you somewhere wonderful, and every path is paved in the shimmer of sheer serendipity.
Shout out to my mom who explains my transition as "Having a daughterpillar turn into a Boyterfly". It doesn't erase the fact I was an adorable little girl, and also affirms my gender now. I love my mother.
hey. you have to love your trans brothers of color okay. and your trans sisters of color. and your nonbinary siblings of color. you have to okay. its simply non-optional
• Cradling your newborn daughter in his arms while you peacefully rest away right next to him, feeling emotional with the knowledge that it’s your first night at home as a family.
• Gently caressing her cheek with his knuckle, his heart swelling with love as she opens her mouth with a yawn, shaking her little fists, before quickly falling back asleep.
• Delicately tracing her features with the pad of his finger, mentally noting that she has his nose. He chuckles as she smiles in her sleep at the feeling of him gently booping her.
• Panicking when she starts to fuss, trying to shush her while he gets up from the bed, looking for a bottle. ‘Oh, no, my little doe!’ He whispers, taking her to the living room to avoid waking you.
• Sighing in relief as she instantly latches onto the bottle, the living room filled with her gentle suckles. ‘You’re a hungry one, aren’t you?’ He coos affectionately at her. ‘Yes, you are!’
• Putting the bottle aside and holding her up in front of him, absolutely adoring her newborn scrunch. He brings her to his chest, patting her back and burping her as the nurse taught him.
• Refusing to sleep even after he puts her in the bassinet, keeping her close as he lays right next to you. He turns to you and kisses the back of your head, thanking you for making him a father.
• Never addressing his penchant for murder and paying for it months later, a gunshot ringing through his usual hunting grounds. He instantly dissolves into hysterics when he manifests in Hell.
• Sinking to his knees, his forehead plastered to the filthy ground, tears cascading down his face as he grieves what he lost. ‘Wait—Please! No, no!’ He wails, certain he’ll never see you two again.
personally I am of the opinion that vegans who are like “the way our food system currently works under capitalism on a large scale is exceptionally cruel to all animals including humans and is not sustainable, so I’m doing what I can to make the most ethical choices available to me about what I eat and encourage others to do the same” are generally very reasonable people who I agree with in spades. but vegans who seem to think human beings are not themselves animals who are ultimately also part of the food chain but instead some kind of other paternalistic higher entity that can never engage in ethical and sustainable hunting practices (and especially the fringe I’ve seen who think other carnivorous animal predators are also evil and need to be eliminated) are people I regard as foolish at best if not actively anti-indigenous and racist
that's cool! Also a reason why I started my blog. I could not stand the ASPD representation and if I work on my own issues, why not trying to make something for the public?!?
So, let affected people share their experiences and distribute their works!
one of the funniest conversations I ever had with my ex was when they were still getting used to Celsius and asked me "what's 20 degrees?" and instead of converting it, I said "it's the highest your dad will ever let you set the thermostat and when you say you're cold he tells you to put on another sweater, we're not made of money" and they went "oh, 68"
the fact that this reference was that fucking precise was something they went on to tell people about for years.
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