Episode 8 fully got me on the TADC train after passively following the show for years. It also got me crazy into royalteeth which I also passively enjoyed for a while lmao.
Now I have a lot of Kinger and Caine doodles + royalteeth and leaderboard doodles for yall
just accidentally scared the shit out of someone wearing a camp galloway shirt by aggressively pointing and saying “YOUR SHIRT !!” , sorry to whoever that was
took a bit too much off that behind. gotta figure out how to Frankenstein some bits back into the stamp so I can fix it 😭
however!!! I did just finish printing an edition of 25 of the Anthonomus quadrigibbus weevils so those will be labeled and signed and put on my website soon. they're nice and small at 4" by 6"
eventually it would be cool to be able to do like a print-on-site bring-your-own-clothes type thing at craft fairs where I can stamp this on peoples' stuff!
Before we realized we were plural (specifically median) we would "pretend to be [character] to make The Task easier" which was definitely very singlet of us for sure
oh yes... the opposite of a median system, an average singlet. that was you. mhm
just remembered. if im too lazy to write actual smut. i can just do awesome card aus
anywayz my knight kink strikes again
sweet charming prince x knight who pretends to be irritated by his charge but is secretly so so horny for him.
akito rises through the ranks of the army veryyy quickly and is inevitably posted to protect prince rui with his life, often guarding his chambers and escorting him around the kingdom and to his other affairs.
rui's quite the charming prince, and his flirtatious nature has captivated the attention of many men and women the kingdom over, and he spares no mercy in his wit for akito. the knight may grumble protests and halfheartedly push his prince away from him and towards any of the nobles eager to woo rui, but the fact of the matter is that he is hopelessly devoted and loyal to his prince.
akito knows he has to stay professional. he can't handle the way his own prince makes him feel, how disgusting of him! he spends more and more time training lower in the castle and away from the man he yearns for, sharpening himself into the perfect weapon. a weapon musn't desire that which he is to protect. still, though, when the clock strikes 2 AM and another knight takes post outside rui's chambers so akito can get some sleep, it's often restless nights spent fisting himself and grunting out the name of his prince. he dreads the day rui gets married to some princess from another kingdom in a marriage of convienience.
the day comes faster than either of them want, because after weeks of mounting romantic ( and sexual ) tension, a classic cinderella-esque ball is hosted to find the perfect suitor for the prince, and people from all over flock to the party to win the hand of their darling. and akito is to be by rui's side the entire time.
before the party, rui, dressed up in the finest garbs the kingdom can provide, looks more radiant than akito thought possible, but neither of them miss the melancholy etched into his face. akito kneels for his prince, muttering a blessing of good luck through grit teeth and when nobody is looking, planting a quick kiss to rui's hand. the gesture sends fire arcing through rui's veins, but then a voice calls for them and they are to enter the festivities in the courtyard.
the ball itself is actual torture for the both of them. akito has to stand by rui's side and keep his jaw clenched tight as he watches girls swoon and throw themselves at rui, who keeps a placid smile on his face all throughout the reminders that he's going to have to make an important decision soon. it becomes too much after a while, and he has to take a moment to himself, finding a hall dim with candlelight where there is nobody else.
except for, of course, his knight. but akito is silent, which rui is thankful for. after all, as far as rui knows, his facade has been flawless thus far.
akito watches rui take a second for him, faced away from him. his eyes run down from the back of the purple-haired prince's head to his collar, to his luxurious suit, to his-
his eyes run over the object of all his unholy desires for the past god knows how long. the man who he's been so patient for, so devoted for, restrained all his pleasures for. the man he has laid down his life for, time and time again. he looks at rui, the love of his life, his master.
and something snaps.
before rui can turn around, comprehend what's going on, gloved hands are shoving him against the wall. he lets out a noise of surprise as akito uses all his body weight to press him down, trap him, and demands - "what are you doing?"
"this ball is for everybody who wants to you woo you, your highness," akito growls. he knows that's not true. it wouldn't make sense for the prince to marry his knight. but he can't think straight past the fire in his chest and the desire growing in his pants. "i want my fill." rui's breath hitches in his throat as hands run down his body, finding every button and clasp and undoing his clothes. lower and lower, his garments slide down past him through the impossibly small spaces between, him, the wall, and akito, rendering him more and more vulnerable to the man trapping him. rui shuffles, trying to escape, but - gods, akito is just so much stronger than him, he's crushing him. that makes him more excited than he should feel about the situation, feeling uncomfortable as he notices akito's bulge pressing into him. it's... it's huge...
still-gloved hands run across rui's now bare body, causing him to let out small cries and moans into the dim hallway. nobody will hear them here, but he still fears to make too much noise. despite this, despite himself, he whimpers and asks akito to stop, but the knight doesn't. rui's body beneath his is a sweet, sweet sensation, and he is a starving man. he leans in and begins planting kisses rough with raw desire along the nape of rui's exposed neck, reaching his strong arms back to himself to undo his pants and free himself from the restrains killing him. rui shakes his head - no, no! it's already too much, the shame in his stomach and the fear in his head and the burning desire in his chest and the sensations all along his skin. if he goes any further...
but his pleas fall on deaf ears. akito, now free, uses one hand to take off his gloves and then cover rui's mouth, and the other to slip between his legs and pry him open. rui lets out a mix between a broken sob and a moan at the intrusion. akito's work is quick, something slippery coaxing rui agape as he adds in a second finger and then a third. rui's moaning desperately now, feeling his knight's second sword rub up against him and it's all just too much. and yet, he wants more. so much more. there's a burning ache, a loneliness deep within his core, and the idea of his loyal and devoted knight serving him in that way is... well, it's frankly too much. he comes undone around akito's fingers, letting out a cry as his knight deems him pliable enough for the next step.
where he can take out all his filthy, unholy desires on his beloved prince. akito has dreamed of this moment for months, years now, and part of him wants to be so gentle about it. to sweetly enter him, holding him softly and whispering his utter devotion into rui's ears. but that tension and fury built up in him won't allow it. in one swift move, he sheathes himself fully in rui, causing his prince to scream as he strikes that melancholy point deep within him. akito grips rui with a fervor unbefitting of the knight, but it doesn't matter. he's completely lost himself now in the throes of his desire, and his prince feels so much better than he ever imagined.
he's ruthless in his treatment of rui, forcing him against the wall to the point where he can hardly breathe as akito constantly, mercilessly hits that spot deep within him that makes tears roll from his eyes and moans spill from his lips. his legs buckle and shake, trembling body only held up by the umatchable strength of the knight holding him up. it's all so much, and he needs more. and more is what akito is going to give him. the knight reaches around to feel for rui from the front, quickly wrapping his still-gloved hand around his length and beginning to pump his fist up and down, roughly and rapidly. rui breaks once more, sobbing between moans and whining akito's name, but he doesn't stop. he doesn't let up at all.
he keeps going with seemingly endless stamina, 'taking his fill' of the prince and finally giving him what rui has for so long wanted and for so long feared. but he feels so good, so desired... even as he's rubbed so raw both inside and out the pain is unimaginable in his pleasure. akito hasn't come once this entire time, causing a pang of sympathy in rui. he must have desired him for so long with this kind of action in mind... but the poor knight remained determined to serve, unable to give himself up fully even in his own pursuit of his desire. rui turns his head slightly to akito, giving him the softest look he can muster amidst his ruined face. and he asks his knight to come for him.
that is when it finally becomes too much for akito, and with a grunt and shuddering moan of his own he buries himself to the hilt within rui and defiles him. rui is utterly satisfied at this point, but he gets the feeling akito needs more, even though he has paused, likely reprimanding himself for selfishness in his act. but rui needed that. and now he needs to reward his most loyal knight, his best guard dog.
after a while of silence and panting to recover his breath, rui manages, "why don't we leave the ball and return to my quarters?"
