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@robobrat
about
six / mid 20s / he/it
sometimes a robot, sometimes a prince, sometimes Something Else
this is a sideblog, so i can't follow back/like. i consider you a mutual if we've DMed.
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this blog is by a trans mlm, focusing on trans mlm.
transandrophobes, misandrists, and "men dni" blogs get blocked on sight. my posts are about transmascs. any misgendering earns you a block.
ai-generated art/writing is not welcome here.
minors dni.
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Remember, the most sensitive part of your robot is his wires—so keep tugging on them.
big strong knights covered in blood looking at you like a feral animal. that’s the post
You're wound through the castle, a grand collection of nerves descended (be not afraid) in a form approximating mine... though how much is for convenience, your own whim, and how much is to meet me on a vaguely even plane, I could not say. You've made yourself shorter than me, not taller – sized to fit into my arms; to be lifted, sheltered, held. Manhandled. Thrown. If it's for my sake, that you'd go so far as to know I need this, to construct yourself this way, speaks to a careful, attentive devotion I would blush to be the focus of. And if purely for you... the immensity of desire that would take would do much the same.
(The third option is coincidence. But o, to benefit from such happy fate!)
As vulnerable as this body seems, though – as it is, really, all wires and seams – I am extraneous as guard.
(Even if you were only this. Precious to me, understand? Even if you haven't done anything to earn it.)
...Fine. Decorative, maybe. (And doesn't that set my heart pulsing? All the sword, shield, steel of me made ornamental...)
(Do I rate dangerous enough to be kept like that? A credit to you, not a flaw – something you could let off the leash to bloody muzzle, the kind of beast that makes them wonder how strong you must be to tame me?)
(I want your power to go out, leave you clinging to me, flesh and blood, to scrape the both of us through alive. I want an enemy delegation to yank your circlet off your head and for you to coolly keep eyes on them, barely deigning to shift legs and recline as you call for me without looking: They took my crown, droll and just skirting amused. Go. Fetch, and I grin red under the helmet and ready my sword as they proceed, collectively, to void their bowels. I want to lay spread before your throne like a panther, your claim on me twinkling undeniable threat to any who would dare laugh as your fingers wander; to walk unaccompanied into cabinet meetings and hear nobles hush, hissing Bite your tongue, fool, that's the Prince's dog.)
...The point is, you don't need me to watch for threats – your security programs do that far better than I could. You don't need me at all... merely want me.
Want, merely: me.
"You're thinking too loudly again." Your voice, sleep-hazy (I wonder again: affected?) and edging fondly around scolding. Fingers trace a circle at the bare plane where my neck meets shoulders, dipping under the soft leather strip you'd fitted me with tonight and tugging gently. "Armor off," you repeat again, "mind off."
That slow, even tone. The distracting play on the skin of my throat and spine, double-affirming vulnerable and safe.
There's nothing to look out for – your security systems will catch it. There's no one to perform for, "be myself" for, over-anticipate. ...It's okay. It's good to be empty.
Everything is warm... and slow... and so sleepily soft...
"Armor off," you say quietly. "Mind..."
Off, my brain automatically completes, as your hand settles over my head and begins to rub slow circles. Armor off, mind off.
Armor off, mind off. Armor off, mind off, armor off mind off armor off...
You murmur something as I drift away. (Good pet.) An... somethin else too but... 's all the same relaxn tone, so... i dn nd t know.
its safe .
im urs .
Any advice for a new pup in your court?
-🌹
The feeling of intense devotion and loyalty toward your desired master is common among pups, knights, and other hounds.
To be set apart from the rest, one must be specific in their desire and dogged in its pursuit. Feeling is admirable, but it is intent, motivation, and perseverance that will elevate your status quickly. Pay close attention to the one you wish to serve, and tailor your approach to suit their manner.
thinking about being a knight and kneeling between my prince’s legs as he sits on his throne, cheek resting on his knee. he smiles down at me and scratches my head like a faithful hound. I look up at him, and can do nothing but beg with my eyes:
rule me guide me make me yours please please please gods please
A knight knelt before me, cheek placed so audaciously against the inner curve of my knee, my hand signaling my claim on you. And still you beg for more.
Let your devotion be a testament to the court. This is what it means to be a knight: yearning beyond all else.
Are you looking for a pretty pup to be your sub?
-🌹
Your interest is appreciated, but I have already chosen a favourite to serve me, and I intend to keep my best beloved knight at my side. You may reside in my court if you'd like, pup - I'm certain there are many courtiers here who would love to be served by you.
asking your best knight to place your crown on your head in the mornings just to lure him closer. watching the way his hands tremble, watching the subtle shake of his hands as he bends so, so close to you. tracing the line of his visor with one ringed finger and hearing both the metallic ring and his gasp at your scent. he can smell that you’ve been touching yourself, feel it in the air like a bloodhound. it would only be fair to give him a taste, wouldn’t it? or maybe you’ll wait, let him beg for the visor to be opened, force him to admit that he recognizes the scent from your pillows that he’s ravished in your absence. he’s served you so well, after all. it’s time to remind him of his service.
tip for knights: when your lord is busy with their parchment and you miss their attention, make sure to demonstrate your ability to wait patiently by kneeling provocatively at their feet. once you’ve been pinned to the ground by your lord, their armored knee between your legs, their teeth buried in your neck, you can slide your hands beneath their armor and gift your lord the sweet torment of your nails against their muscle. thank me later.
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sparred with friends for the first time, me on longsword and one of them on shortsword and buckler- complicated feelings arose when I saw them grin under their helmet and was knocked on my back with a sword to my throat…
Is that so? Your first glimpse of that knight-fraternity: being taken up and down on your fellow knight's swordwork, until one of you ends up atop the other. There's no going back from here, you know.
I love transmasc creatives.
I love your art, I love your writing, I love the characters you create. I love the songs you write and the movies you act in.
There can never be enough transmasc creatives and transmasc representation in the world. Every single piece of art made by a trans person makes the world a better, more enjoyable place.
most knights in the palace are off duty for the feast tonight, but my chosen remains at my shoulder.
i don't let him miss out on the festivities, though. and if i hand-feed him from my own plate, nobody will think twice. just a prince taking care of his favorite
sire some of the other knights are becoming frustrated that your favorite may be so attended to while they must attend the watch duty in shifts during the feast. shall I put them in the dungeon for a little bit or….?
No. Though envy is unbecoming of a knight, they cannot help their longing. To yearn for the attentions of their object of devotion - it is in a knight's very nature. We must not punish them for their frustration. Instead, they should be encouraged to transform it to action - seek my favor, do not covet.
yeah, seeing beneath your beloved knight's visor is great and all, but have you felt his lips against your knuckles?
learning the easy and fun way that a knight makes an excellent cockwarmer
most knights in the palace are off duty for the feast tonight, but my chosen remains at my shoulder.
i don't let him miss out on the festivities, though. and if i hand-feed him from my own plate, nobody will think twice. just a prince taking care of his favorite
tags via @the-lonely-knight
yes, you see the vision.
most knights in the palace are off duty for the feast tonight, but my chosen remains at my shoulder.
i don't let him miss out on the festivities, though. and if i hand-feed him from my own plate, nobody will think twice. just a prince taking care of his favorite
