#kingkin

[fictionkinfessions]

reaching for diane and helbrand -king

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[taviuscoprinx]

If the ”Birthmark shows how you died in your previous life” thing is true, I think I got stabbed by a fucking sword in my waist. Kinda lit if you ask me

[wickedmlm]

      “It is nice, to have guests,” you admit to the stranger sitting beside you, the only occupied seat other than your own at the long and expensive table. He sits elbows on the table and chin in his hands, but even his improper etiquette is preferred to the dread silence of a hollow silent hall. “I have tried to invite nobles, but they will not come unless there is an occasion-- and even the commonfolk think there is a sort of taboo against such.” You sigh wistfully, absently swirling the drink in your glass. You were trying not to let the loneliness seep into your voice, though probably to no avail. “--But tell me-- where have you travelled through? What have you seen? And, if I may be so curious, what inspired you to so boldly visit a king of your own volition?”

      “Ah, your majesty, it’s refreshing to see someone of your stature seek knowledge of the outside world.” His eyes are entrancing. What has he seen? What does he know? You are fascinated. You need to know more. “I’ve traveled everywhere my mortal feet can take me, and seen cultures so strange you would think they were borne of the fae.” You find yourself leaning into his every word, quite literally, abandoning your own etiquette and your meal to tilt your lavish chair to the side and lean across the table corner. “As for you, I heard you never had company. It must get lonely.” You’re nodding against your will. You may be a king, but it’s so… “I have an idea,” he tells you, interrupting your thoughts.

      “Every week, I shall visit you for a night and tell you a tale of a different place I’ve been and what I saw there. I’ve been so many places that surely it will last the rest of your lifetime. But I’m afraid in order to do so, I must ask something in return.” You hesitate. As a king, it’s your duty to be wary. You do your best to become kingly again in manner. “And what is it you want?” You ask sternly. “Jewels? My throne? A piece of the kingdom? Power?” He laughs, and it’s such an interesting sound. You can’t place its tone exactly, but it sounds like something beautiful placed in a haunting, empty night. “Of course not. None of that. Nothing like that at all, actually.” Relief washes over you. How thrilling, to have the company of such a stranger every week! “Then I don’t see why not! It’s a deal.” The stranger’s deep eyes glint from anticipation, and they glint as well almost yellow from the flickering flamelight of your hall as he shakes your hand.

      Then suddenly, your face slams against the ornate table. Stunned, you take a moment to process what’s happening, and luckily the stranger lets you. Entire upper body bent over the table, hand you shook with twisted against your back, he is flush against you and pinning you down hard. Gently, the stranger removes your crown and sets it aside. “Wouldn’t want to cut yourself on its edges, love,” he hisses. You never realized until now how physically weak you were. And, in your attempt to struggle using your lower body instead, you manage only to grind your rear against his crotch and feel his hardened length in painful detail. “I-- I-- I am a king! Unhand me this instant!” You say, in a very desperate, un-kingly manner.

      “As a king,” the stranger says, voice unwavering in tone and steadiness, “It is your duty to learn of the details of every deal you will ever make, before you make them.” You feel the blood drain from your face and your limbs go slack with shock as things start to dawn on you. “Especially when dealing with the Unknown. Any consequence that comes after can only be your own fault.” He intentionally grinds against you, now, and color returns to you as the heat of embarrassment. You dare not move, choosing instead to listen. Even this, you realize with a sad sort of dread, is preferable to the vast loneliness you’d had before. He tsks. “I even threw in something about fae as a warning! Though, I’m a bit worse.”

      Despite yourself, you speak up. Your nature will always get the best of you, even at the worst of times. “Unfortunately, I’m still fascinated. What have I traded, and to whom?” The stranger laughs again, in the same way as before, alluring and otherworldly. “Your body and pleasure in exchange for stories of afar. He toys with your crown for a moment with the hand that isn’t pinning you. Then he sets it on the table and uses it to lean over you and look down, meeting your eyes. It was no trick of the light, earlier. His eyes are yellow and he now sports horns as a wild goat would have. “I do hope,” he says-- as you can feel the intensity of his bodyheat, and it’s so much more contact than you’ve had in a lifetime but you don’t want it to stop, not at all-- “That your reign isn’t considered a holy one. If it was, well. It won’t be for much longer.” He grins. As far as deals with strangers go, you’ve made worse.

[koigos-moodboards]

King moodboard! None of this is mine.

[gaynerdvampire]

Royalkin with white, blue, and gold with themes of  confidence!

[god-of-creation]

Hello, I am very very new to this kin thing. I am looking for people to follow, other aesthetic blogs or just beings like me.

Please like/reblog if you post following:

Royal/church/king aesthetics

Divinekin / otherkin positivity

or are an angel, divine or royaltykin

[theladyofroyalmanners]

Sports

It depends on which but sports constraint usually to wear specific clothes. The most often it's a tracksuit. Even in a tracksuit, as said before, a princess stay a princess...But you can try to make it more refined, for instance by putting on a velvet tracksuit  ( never loose-fitting) of the color of your choice, matching on the top and pants.  Then sew an embroidered insignia on the jacket or the tee shirt.

If the weather allow it, wear a polo and a pair of shorts.      

Wear also tennis shoes with matching colors and change them when when they are too worn out. Always tie up your hair  in order to prevent it to be too damaged by violent moves.

When a sport allow to wear shorts, like tennis, replace it by a skirt.                            

[friendlykinquests-blog]

Aesthetic for Someone of Royalty with gold and red colors 

(Requested by Anon)