worry not my lord, allow me to unscrew that jar for you. i would not want for you to strain your hand or break a nail. alright. hmm. HMMMM. HNNNGRGHHHHHH. HNNGGHHHH HRRRRRGHHH. AAAAAARGHHHHHHH fucking. squire fetch me my grippy gloves

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worry not my lord, allow me to unscrew that jar for you. i would not want for you to strain your hand or break a nail. alright. hmm. HMMMM. HNNNGRGHHHHHH. HNNGGHHHH HRRRRRGHHH. AAAAAARGHHHHHHH fucking. squire fetch me my grippy gloves
Of course I’m protective over you. I am your guardian after all, aren’t I?
It is my duty, as I understand, to make sure not a single thing happens to you that they don’t want happening to their precious heir.
Of course I’m going to wince when even those whom I do owe everything in life to, speak at you with an overbearing volume.
I grit my teeth when you are in the courtyard practicing as you’ve been bade to do. When a kinsman or someone of less note goes a little too hard.
My skin begins to boil, and my heart feels as if it bleeds when not a scratch is seen upon my mortal flesh. This armor is overbearing. Constricting like a python around the heart which does bear you so much, and would bear you even more if I could.
I think far too oft’ what I would do if I could punish all those who touched you when I had to bar even the faintest of grazes against your porcelain frame. Even the thought of you sends me into a place to which I cannot speak in anything less than commands to that of the royal personage. Truly what monster am I?
I see those of injustice and I know so clearly how I would punish them for hurting my ward, my protectee, my love…
I am your knight. And I am yours to command. And in turn you are mine to control. You are mine to press my hands too firmly on your shattering porcelain skin. You are mine to be rough with. You are mine to use. You are mine to bear with all that I should have in mind for you. You are mine.
What monster is this that you have allowed into your bed? What monster am I that I want all this and more? Am I your monster?
You live for "hype moments" and "aura," while I live for the honor of wearing this armor for my kingdom, and also kissing the prince sometimes but that's not relevant
The modern version of a codpiece is just that weird part of your jeans that sticks up awkwardly whenever you sit down
tough times
my liege (ordained by god) has been forced to let go of half the palace staff and now I function as her knight, guard, bed warmer AND fool
Sending a virtual hug for everyone who needs it today ❤
Alan is gone, but not forgotten. He unites people around the globe. He inspires to create more art in all the forms, drawing, writing, editing, etc. He makes us think, feel, reflex, to know and understand ourselves better.
Alan's legacy, his ideas, his spirit, are still alive. And will live long, in our souls, hearts and minds ❤
Maid, bring me the tonic that helps my ailing head.
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What the fuck do you mean it's just water