come hither

the near universal absence of hose in late medieval inspired visual media is so evil not for historical accuracy reasons or anything but bc I think they're hot & I'm offended by the implication that they're too weird or unattractive to include. fake men's legs enjoyers everywhere. I bet they wouldn't even appreciate the eroticism of a little flash of braies where the thigh meets the body if they got it. sad!

knight x princess to goddess and her favorite most devoted priest pipeline

You killed them? For me? Oh! Now that’s a very, very good boy.

I’d drown in the blood if it meant hearing your praises

fool (self-diagnosed)

I'm not just the extension of your will, your rule, your justice. I'm also a place of solace, a place to take your worries, your fears. I can hold space for them, for you, anything. My arms can cover you, my body protect you, my voice comfort you. I'm not just a physcal presence. For you, I am anything..

"please let me cum inside, your highness it's been hours" knight and "you don't deserve it, mutt" prince

Imagine a knight coming to you after a battle and you Think it's Your knight but its surcoat is too bloody so you clean it up but then Your knight comes home and is like "whos this guy"

Uhm uhh. Knight referring to you as "my liege" and "your highness" and other such titles while saying the most degrading things to you and fucking you disrespectfully

A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

thinking about your lover — bloodied and beaten from a fight — finding comfort in your arms, in the crook of your neck … they’re touching you all over, humming that they don’t care about being taken care of, they just want you

the only way to tell if a man is truly gentle is if he has green moss and algae all over him from sleeping quietly, motionlessly, at the bottom of a crystal clear riverbed

The threads of fate bind us. I need 40 dollars