#ask the royal knights

[adragoninshiningarmour]

If the RKs were to play video games, what genres would they be? I know for one that Duftmon would play strategy games for the most part.

Alphamon - Puzzle games.

Omegamon - Turn-based fantasy RPGs

Dukemon - Action adventure games

Magnamon - Rhythm games

Dynasmon - Beat em ups.

RhodoKnightmon - Otome games

UlforceVeedramon - Racing games

Craniamon - Souls-likes

Duftmon - Strategy games (turn-based, real time, grand)

Sleipmon - Visual novels.

Examon - Realistic military shooters

Gankoomon - Fighting games

Jesmon - Action RPGs

[dooblebugss]

Briefly thought about Tiso and Cloth actually getting titles as Knights under Hornet. I personally like "Tiso the Reckless" and "Cloth the Careful" or "Cloth the Cautious". I think they'd partially come up with these, but at the same time, you can't exactly give yourself a title

[ask-lu-wild]

[veinsfullofstars]

🍷 Kirbtober 2024 Day 22: Ship or Hangout 🍷

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight overindulging on “fancy grape juice” together, their faces brightly flushed from the several bottles standing empty around them. The thief sits with a glass held loosely in one paw, laughing and resting the other paw on the unmasked knight’s head as he lays sprawled over Daroach’s torso, disgruntled but not particularly inclined to move, his wing lazily draped over them both. END ID.)

“Ha! Who's the *hic* lightweight now, sunshine?”

“Mmrrghshuddup. Smartass rat with your stupid pretty mouth stupid mmghngh..."

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Started on 10/02/24, finished on 10/03/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[creaturetale-askblog]

A knight, to a prince, to a king…

You have to wonder, did you get to save them all this time?

Creaturetale papyrus… when he’s finally getting to that peaceful part of the timeline. Wanted to show off this man’s over complicated outfit. Most of everything is collected bits and pieces from his own king. Or sans-

[unboundprompts]

Okay so this is a little specific but prompts for yandere sunshine +royal painter × dutiful mother-hen knight ?

Royal Painter x Knight Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"Let me paint you," the artist teased, leaning back in their chair to look at the knight standing guard by the door. The princess that the artist was tasked to paint had left the room for a brief moment, leaving them alone with the beautiful knight that had been distracting them the entire session.

"You'll get into trouble," the knight warned. "We'll get into trouble."

The artist just grinned at the knight with a lopsided smile. "I've gotten into trouble for far worse things."

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"I don't understand what you see in me," the knight said offhandedly, voice trained and even. "You've painted queens and kings, and yet, you're entirely too focused on me."

The artist just shrugged, eyes sparkling as they stared up at their knight. "I'm an artist," they responded, "I'm trained to recognize true beauty. And I've found it, not in the queen or king, but in you."

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The knight stood idly by the door as they watched the artist paint the canvas. Their movements were smooth and precise. Almost how the knight was with a sword. They were so unbelievably gentle with their brush strokes. The knight watched the artist mix a few paints together, before their cheeks ignited in a blush because the artist had teasingly announced, "I've caught you staring."

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"Be my muse," the artist begged, touching up a few spots on the painted canvas. Now that the young prince was no longer present, the artist finally had a chance to talk with the knight that had caught their eye.

"The prince is your muse," the knight answered, watching as the artist gently ran their finger over the painted lips of the prince to blend the pink paint.

"The prince is my project," the artist corrected the knight. "A project I am getting paid for to work on. You, on the other hand, are something I want to take on."

The knight willed themselves not to blush.

"Surely, you must be interested?" The artist continued. "Since you're so keen to attend every session?"

"I've been assigned to guard you."

The artist just smiled, focusing their attention back onto the canvas. "Guard me from the couch." They pointed to the couch that the prince had been lounging on only a few moments ago as he posed for the artist. "I will paint you until there is a sign of danger that you must protect me from."

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[deefighter2739]

I got an adorable question for you, Do you think the waddle dees would draw pictures of king dedede or meta knight because of how both meta knight and king dedede love and adore waddle dees. I'm sorry if I didn't phrase this correctly. I just think it's a cute idea

Yes, definitely! Oh my heart…

Waddle Dees would love to make gifts for their caring hero king and his loyal brave knight. Specially after what they did on Forgotten Land! Did you know Meta Knight fought Gorimondo over 30 times just to keep Waddle Dee town safe?

Sure, Kirby may be the one who saves the world. But these two deserve to be someone else's favorite too…

[digi-lov]

Sorry about the last ask, forgot to clarify: the regular art of BT5 yellow LordKnightmon. I kinda forgot about the purple Royal Knight one, sorry!

Sorry for the wait! I didn't have the original card in good quality yet, so I had to make the edit first.

LordKnightmon BT5-045 by sasasi from BT-05 Booster Battle of Omni

LordKnightmon BT5-045 Alternative Art by Nakano Haito from the Event Pack 1

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

they’re buffoons actually. like so stupid. absolute clowns. sillybillies even.

[thezombieprostitute]

Just leaving this here 🥰🤭

I think what gets me the most is the look in his face. He's sad, doesn't want to, but he has to. He doesn't relish violence but knows its utility. Especially if it means proving himself worthy of your hand.

He was grateful the King had called for games in the fight for your hand, as opposed to actual duels. Rumor had it that was your doing. One of the things Curtis loved about you was that, while every knight had fans who pushed for bloodshed and admired scars, you hated bloodshed and cried over violence. You praised intellect and diplomacy over brute force and intimidation.

But the royal family still needed someone capable of intimidation and shows of force. So while you had some say in who you married, it would still have to be someone with a fighter's background. Thus, the games were called, open to the many lords, and knights of the highest renown.

Curtis had his work cut out for him, but he knew he had to win. Every time he overheard a lord talking about the riches and power you'd give them, he renewed his drive to win. Every time he would look to the royal podium and see you smiling at his victory, it gave him new life.

He vows that he will win the games, earn your hand, and spend the rest of his life doting on you.

Tagging @alicedopey; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[adragoninshiningarmour]

Speaking of kids I'm sure the Royal Knights save a lot of them if one were to send a badly written letter of appreciation with horrible handwriting, how would each of the Royal Knights react? Who would laugh, who would cry, And what exactly would Duftmon say in critique?

Alphamon, Dukemon, Dynasmon, and UlforceVeedramon would chuckle fondly while reading it.

Magnamon and Sleipmon would both get warm fuzzies and add it to their fan mail catelogues.

Examon would smile and set it aside.

Omegamon, and Jesmon would write back with inspiring letters.

RhodoKnightmon would put the letter on the fridge.

Craniamon and Gankoomon would appear indifferent but be a little touched.

Duftmon would write back with a detailed letter correcting all of the spelling and grammatical mistakes and instructing the child on proper letter-writing etiquette.

[seth-whumps]

hello, i'm knight anon from the last ask! thank you so much for your detailed reply, it's really helpful! 🩶 now i know what to think about and consider while figuring out my ocs' story! i didn't realize that my oc can be a blacksmith too. that would be interesting and i'll keep it in mind!

i knew about high and low fantasy but i didn't know there's also high and low magic and they can be combined, so that part was very interesting!

if you'd like to share your medieval prompts, i'd love to read them! 🩶

I'm glad I could help, anon!! And I'm also happy to give you some of my favorite medieval scenarios, too!

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-> Malicious poisonings towards innocent characters. Think, your whumpee drank from a cup someone else was supposed to get and is now poisoned. The symptoms can be wild, the scenarios desperate and the stakes high--lots of panic and worry to top it all off.

-> Creatures. Wild animal attacks from monsters with terrifying abilities. You can use venomous bites against a whumpee, you can restrain them or suffocate them, impale them or blind them. Basically anything you want, you can justify with "It's part of this new creature's abilities".

-> Weapons! There's so much to explore with all the different kinds of blades and blunts. Particularly the aesthetic of blood on metal reminiscent of rust, whether armor or swords or a silver ring--something about that imagery just hits different.

-> Breaking royal innocence. The horror a noble experiences when they finally witness a terrible thing they've been sheltered from their whole life. A prince can train all they want, but the first time they see a creature tearing open flesh will be a memory they cannot forget.

-> Public punishments. Perhaps niche, but the image of dragging a previously wondrous knight out of the dungeons, chaining them to a post, and commencing a whipping or a public execution is just so deeply rooted in medieval aesthetics for me. All the formality and all of the filth at once.

-> Magic whump. Depending on the setting, hitting a whumpee with a mental attack and giving them a crippling headache and a nosebleed is one of my favorite things to do. On top of that, hypothermia and frostbite while wielding ice magic, burns and heatstroke with fire, lichtenburg scars and temporary blindness and ALL of the side effects...

-> Betrayal, redemption and forgiveness arcs. Perhaps a bit more long-term in setup, but I do love the crushing realization that a close ally cannot be trusted. I love the iron-forged willpower a villain gets when they decide they don't deserve to be forgiven, but they endeavor to be better anyway.

-> Old school medicine! Give me the hands-on approach, the desperate attempts at cleanliness without true sterilization. Herbs and poultice, pastes and numbing plants, self-done stitches and clear stream water on blackened wounds. Wrap the broken ribs and keep marching, soldier. Home's not for a while yet.

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I hope this isn't too many, anon, but I truly love the chained nobility that comes with the crown. Feel free to request more whenever! I had a blast coming up with these!

[good-beansdraws]

Beans I've come to extend my prison sentence imagine paladin Futa with armor eerily reminscent to Amane's outfit in Purge March- just imagine with me for a moment if you with view it fit to do so. Him slowly moving from knight to Paladin due to her religious influence literally blessing him with one more chance to be the hero he wanted to be.

I don't know about the others, but this is 100% swaying me to set you free altogether 👁️👁️ I am. a little crazy about this idea. I'm not the best at character/outfit design so bear with me, but I had so much fun, thank you!!

I know this was likely for mv symbolism purposes, but my mind went spinning with fantasy au thoughts... I just love the thought of Amane finding Fuuta wounded after battle, in which he was stripped of his title and punished for his failures as a knight. He's ready to give up on everything from the guilt, but she offers him shelter and comfort to bring him back from death's door. She assures him he hasn't lost his knighthood, under her. While struggling through his recovery, he tries to swear his loyalty to her, but she refuses every offer. Instead, she tells him that she is just a vessel for her god's work, and he should swear his loyalty to them so that he can begin his work as a hero again under a divine blessing.

Featuring @kyanako5972 's lovely royal Amane design :3

[aychama]

Hey aychama! Hope your doing well!

If you ever get the chance (and feel like it) could you tell us about all of Kallamars spouses? I'm very normal about him, as you can obviously tell.

Thank you ❤️

Kallamar has multiple spouses with relatively close social classes, they are all nobles and the families sport Kallamar's reign.

One is a white bat, he hates Narinder and is from shamuras kingdom (him and narinder keep fighting and narinder keeps losing in my save lmao his name is phone and he is kallamars only lover in the game, his name wont be phone in this au obv)

One is a fennec fox, she is from hekets kingdom and she loves jewels

Another is a peacock, he is from kallamars kingdom, he loves gassiping with the fennec fox and kallamar

Another is a bear, she is from leshys kingdom and her family is the lowest in the nobles class in the spouses rankings

Next one is a shrimp, they are from kallamars kingdom, they are the smallest between all of the spouses and they were kind of obsessed with kallamar

And the next is a very energetic ferret from kallamars kingdom, they are kind of scared of the bear and astaroth

And the last one is the jellyfish witness astaroth, the highest ranking noble after Kallamar and is his grand commander, she smiles almost always but is not a very soft person, she is only actually sweet to kallamar

Their ages are between 27 and 39 (i wont specify because its not important for the story and i literarly came up with all of this just now with a headache killing me👍)

Kallamar is 33

[carlottastudios]

Every day I get closer to making an unhinged behemoth of a post listing all of the things about Kaeya and his possible connections to mythology & stuff that I notice but NOBODY ELSE SEEMS TO BRING UP IN THEIR THEORIES

(edit: OMG I reached the tag limit I'm so sorry)

[cherrycherish]

A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~

"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"

Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.

He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.

The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.

The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.

The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.

"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."

"And what's the potion do?"

"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."

Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.

Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.

"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."

Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."

Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.

As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?

Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.

"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.

"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."

"Urp! My face isn't fat."

Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."

After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.

"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.

"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.

A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.

Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."

"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.

Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"

"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.

Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.

As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.

"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."

"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.

"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.

His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.

"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"

Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.

"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."

Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."

"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."

The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."

"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."

Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.

"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."

Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."

His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."

It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.