Observer of Knights

OOC knightblr blog | they/them | 33 | Minors DNI | Here be kink

[knightly-observer]

OOC blog!

they/them | 33 | Minors DNI - there will be kinky stuff here.

Decided I needed a spot for things which don't fit my other blog aesthetics, so here we are!

I make art and write things.

My character blogs:

@your-evil-adviser

@the-lady-rue

@fae-prince-carnelian

Hoping this'll also be a spot to stick any art and writing which doesn't fit neatly into my character blogs but would still be knightblr-appropriate.

This isn't my main blog - I keep them separate for Pervert Reasons.

[blanchebees]

Beefy knights with Mantling + Torse

Tip jar

[lesbianhouseplant]

Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”

[but-a-licentious-prince]

I return to the realm with a gift. An offering, one might say, after leaving you all as abruptly as I did.

[knightly-observer]

“You what?”

The princess blushed hotly, shooting a scandalised glance over her shoulder in fear of listening ears. “Not so loud,” she hissed, mortified. “I’ve never - you know. Reached my peak before.”

She and the Prince had been engaged for all of two hours. It had been a hurried affair, really - betrothal portraits back and forth, a deal finally agreed before they’d even met for the first time. Their meeting earlier had been awkward, to say the least. All the parents involved were delighted, discussing weddings with an enthusiasm not at all echoed by the two actually due to be married. Then, in a quiet moment, the Prince had managed to steal a couple of bottles of wine and slip out, motioning the Princess to follow.

Conversation had turned out to be much easier with some social lubricant, and without an audience.

“Noo,” the Prince said, shaking his head in horror. “No, that can’t be true. You can’t tell me you’ve never - what, at the end of a long day when the doors to your chambers have finally shut, you’ve never just-“

“I didn’t say I don’t touch myself,” she protested, cheeks hot from wine and embarrassment. “I - I do that.” She stole a sidelong glimpse at the man, but it didn’t help because he was grinning, listening with unseemly interest. “It just never goes anywhere. It feels nice when I’m doing it, but it just takes so long. I - get bored, or I start thinking about all the things I have to do the next day, or I begin worrying that the guards outside will be able to hear what I’m doing. Or - or what if I do do it, and I shout or cry out, and they rush in and find me-“ She pressed a hand to her face, cheeks burning at the mere thought.

The Prince laughed uproariously, though not unkindly. “My dear, what you have just described is the premise of so many of the best bawdy songs and tales,” he said, grin composed entirely of mischief. “Do you really think it would be a terrible imposition for your guards to have to listen to the sounds of their beautiful princess pleasuring herself in the next room?”

Face alight, the Princess shoved his shoulder crossly. It only made him laugh harder. “Are you quite mad?! However would I face them after that? Knowing they’d - no! Certainly not.” She stole a glance at him sidelong as he laughed, distracted. “… you think I’m beautiful?”

The Prince’s laughter halted abruptly, his eyes snapping to hers, and she shivered at the sudden heat in them. “I do,” he said, low. “Your betrothal portrait didn’t do you justice.” He drained the last of his glass of wine and turned to face her properly. “You verdict on me, Your Highness?”

She blushed. “Favourable,” she admitted. “Your portrait didn’t quite capture your charm, either.”

The silence which followed was charged, scented with wine and the smell of the grass they were seated on, tucked away in a little copse of trees within the palace gardens. The Prince found his mouth suddenly dry despite the wine. He’d conjured images of the Princess lost in self-pleasure in jest, but now he found he couldn’t stop thinking about it. His gaze flickered down to her lips, glistening with wine.

“You know,” he said. “We’re alone out here. No-one would hear you, if you were to - you know.”

Her eyes widened in shock, then intrigue. “If I were to…?”

He turned to face her fully. “I could help you. We’re already good as married, if that is of concern. And I would certainly not be opposed.” His eyes went back to her mouth again and he didn’t bother trying to hide the ravenous look upon his face. “Or you could just show me how you usually do it. And I can encourage you.”

The Princess stared at him, mouth open. “What? No!” Then she appeared to think better of her protests, peeking at him. “How would you do it?”

The Prince grinned, wide and hungry, but he didn’t rush to reply. His eyes roamed over her. “First,” he said thoughtfully, “I’d kiss you.”

“Oh,” she said, a little disappointed. “Is that all?”

“Is that all? Is that all?” He pressed a hand to his heart, scandalised. “Princess! Spoken like a woman who has never been properly kissed. And no, I don’t mean a quick little fumble in a hidden corner at a party,” he added, seeing her about to protest. “Or a shy, awkward little peck between two youngsters in the fresh bloom of their adulthood, wishing to see what all the fuss is about.” His fingers trailed up her side and she jolted, breath catching. “I mean, properly kissed. Hot and messy and raw, all thoughts lost in favour of sensation. Kissed until you’re not longer sure where you start and the other person begins. As if you could sink inside them and stay there forever.”

He’d been inching closer as he spoke, his face now inches from hers. “First, I’d kiss you,” he murmured. “Then I’d touch you too, until you were raw and aching and begging me to continue.”

The Princess swallowed thickly. “You’re very sure of yourself,” she retorted, but didn’t pull away from where his hands pressed into her hips. “And what if it turns out that you’re not actually very good at it?”

The Prince raised an eyebrow at her. “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop,” he said simply.

A few moments later and the two of them were lost in each other, all breath and grasping hands. The Princess did not, in the end, have any complaints. And when with dogged persistence he finally tipped her over the edge into her crisis, she sang for him without fear of being overheard.

[springtimeinwinter]

[eldr1tch-cr0w]

number one rule! never believe ur thoughts after 10 pm . unless its about The Character then believe all of your thoughts wholeheartedly

[fuckyoubaker]

I AM RARELY DISSAPOINTED

[fuckyoubaker]

AN UNDERDOG'S GOTTA EAT

[fuckyoubaker]

MONDAY.

SPITE AS FUEL.

[meianmari]

😘

[teskastektli]

severins

[fruityprinceling]

The Prince stands on his balcony, overlooking the courtyard as haggard and weary men return from war. One walks beside his horse and looks up, his gaze meeting the Prince's for one glittering moment, then the royal turns away and disappears into the shadows beyond.

He has only just finished returning his horse to the stables and his gear to the armorer when the summons arrives. He knew it would.

The Knight makes his way through the palace and up to the door of his liege's chambers. He knocks and is bid enter; he obeys, closing the door softly behind him. His Prince stands before him, shining and golden as always, with outstretched arms. The Knight, battle-scared and worn, sinks into the embrace and allows himself succor.

His Lord soothes him with gentle touches and tender whispers, letting him rest his face against cool silk. Here he is loved. Here he is cared for. Here he is safe once more.

[monstersovka]

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANS RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️

if you want to get a tattoo with a trans dragon or print it for yourself (not for commercial use) then you can send me a donation in the amount of $10 or more and do it! 🖤🏳️‍⚧️

[jester-of-hearts]

real quick check in with kink space here—lets not forget i am a person color. i've had a few instances recently of people not keeping this in mind and it's been making engaging in the space really difficult and been taking a lot of wind out of my sails when it comes to feeling comfortable being sexual online.

so lets be mindful of the baseline language we use with people of color and how they likely wouldn't like to be "owned," or be treated like "property," or even have reference to a "master"—i think there should also be a bit more discussion before these phrases/words are used with each other because it does bring up a kink dynamic or status dynamic that people might not like to engage with in this fantasy medieval world of ours.

anyways, all this to say the color blind idea of interacting with poc isn't a good default because treating everyone as if they're white can lead to pit falls that make people of color uncomfortable in this space ♥︎♥︎

[fruityprinceling]

Hi yes hello, it's me again. I can't stop making picrew representations of my oc and the man he's in love with. I'm making it your problem now. I'm not sorry.

[knightly-observer]

dammit I wanna be at home writing but ALAS, the workforce