#serene posts

[gilded-sterne]

my fucking knight just went awawa. what could this mean?

[gilded-sterne]

every year, thousands of knights are left out in the rain in cardboard boxes. adopt one today. be her princess. save a knight.

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hm? what of my knight? ohhh, yes. im letting her rest in my personal chambers, her tummy hurts because she overindulged at the feast.

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sorry for threatening you with the black materia. was kinda rude of me i guess. its still pretty epic though. #myblackmateria

[gilded-sterne]

milady, i am your new knight! eh? you think I'm a pretty lady? ah, w-well- hm? yes, I took all the vows... poverty, obedience, chasti hey whoa whats that device there hhaha...

[gilded-sterne]

beginning immediately, all knights are required to spend one day as maids. eh? what about the male knights, you say? pish-posh, what an outlandish concept... male knights! may as well say that pigs can fly while you're at it! i mean really now!

[gilded-sterne]

anyway i remembered something from like 6 years ago, wayyy before I actually started developing my own personality (which mind you is still an ongoing process)

i was given an assignment in my psychology class on like self-image or self-cognition or something similar where i had to write a short poem comparing myself to something and briefly describing why I am that thing

i chose a sword. specifically a rapier. i was a blank slate of a person, and i still wasn't escaping the knight allegations (which are true)

what a concept. I really said, before really knowing myself, "I am a sword." absolute cinema

[gilded-sterne]

*through gritted teeth* wow my awawa knight post keeps getting notes. i sure hope nobody tries to tell me about hyraxes.