#i just think about gorb

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

Theres voices in my head and the voices tell me to ascend, idk what they mean but they sure are annoying

#rain world #rain world art #rain world downpour #slugcat #saint #echo #saint needs to ascend #honestly the fact i played hollow knight doesn't help cuz whenever i hear the word ascend #i just think about gorb #ASCEND WITH GORB ASCEND ASCEND #hollow knight is good tho #i wont post my HK art cuz the way i draw the bugs is weird and i doubt people would like em #ANYWAY UHHH #YEAH HAVE A GOOD DAY #IM GOING BACK TO UNI TOMORROW #SO THATS FUN #go drink water you dehydrated frog

[astralnymphh]

stuff you up ౨ৎ

aestras thanksgiving smut special

' so who's getting stuffed, you or the turkey? '

HELP PALESTINE . DO NOT BUY TLOU2

♡. summary; fuck the festivities, who actually cares about all that sappy shit. instead, embark a newly founded festivity– fucking your girlfriend up in the dusty memory of your old bedroom~ ♡. a\n; late af as fuck but just a fun little smut, nothing too serious, a bit rushed but here y'all go ♡. CW; groping under the table, fingering (r), clit stim (r), strapping (r), horndog!ellie, dom!ellie, tipsy!ellie, risky sex (joel almost catches u), cock referred as 'her' + referred as ellies, cocktip teasing, ass grabbing, some ass smacking, some plot, jokey bickering, readers a bit bratty, a slight brat-taming moment if you squint, mouth muffling, squirting, petnames; babe, baby, babygirl, princess, good girl, (lmk if i missed anything)

♡ WC; 5.5k ♡ masterlist ♡ thanks 2 @fleshunger 4 proofreading the intro ♡

Paired minds savor the embellishing glow of lit stick candles settled before them in a ritzy manner– shedding light over plates of arraying colors. Marination that glistens, crispness that scrapes, and mushy mesas' of garlic herb potatoes that delicately slump in the cradle of a spoon. Consume with your eyes first, then your cameras– and conclusively, your rumbling tummy. 

Rather to consume what's meant to be, than to gorb the scruffy haired girl next to you– at least for now, yes? 

It's your first Thanksgiving with Ellie, being that you two only linked heartstrings this year.

You, the possibly innocent angel that you are– right now, serve clement smiles to whomever talks to you, be it Joel or some random relative who’s name only just surfed your ears this night, it doesn't matter. De rigueur, wear it well.

A baser mind– I mimic regret while telling you this– tumbles far from the garden of Eden and slips away into a daunting realm, the underworld. By under, I mean downstairs, below the button, the internals. Ellie straight up, served hot, was just bursting with hormones. The tender meat oozing with buttery slick melt fell short in maintaining the contact of those chartreuse eyes, instead, suffering the envy of them rooted to your thighs beneath the oak. 

Noses immerse themselves in salty goodness, eyes feast before gobs could, rolling molars gnaw turkey off the tines of forks, but her, her cunts' the only organ thinking right now.

Especially while seated adjacent to you, her clit was throbbing past the hard material of her jeans.

"You both settlin' in your new apartment?" Joel's bellowed drawl carries over the other muted chatter, low in the background.

"Mhm," your hum slopes and rises behind lips sealed to a glass rim, then part with a smack, "Ellie’s definitely settled more than me." ending with a giggle.

Her ear pivots from you, dirt–dappled nose at the fore, "Oh? What's that 'spose to mean babe?"

"Can't keep your hands off that shiny new Playstation, hmm?" 

"Tchh– you bought it for me." replied her with a skosh of sass.

"That I did."

"Uh–" Joel bumbles.

Els drones out, "Andd all my video games–"

"Where's my thank you?" you pout in frolick, forwarding your face for her view.

Hmph.

Her miffy eyes bounce around her skull hence to piloting back on yours, her own pout puffing, "Okayy, here," she sighs lowly, nosing her lips down to pucker a peck– smacking together.

A shared hum in approval vibrates between the bond of skin, half–approval, a kiss was meager in your book of play, and you felt particularly playful this eve.

With a finished kiss, leaves your mouth to mouth a sneaky little quip, fruitful in a whisper, "Didn't hear a thank you~"

"Hmm?"

"Els.." 

Faces still bathing in transferring warmth, her breath hitches on your mid–face, a sigh to end all worries, "You'll see, just wait." Her voice cracks a bit, silken on your ears.

Waiting wasn't even on the table. 

Not when a brawny hand suddenly gropes your inner–thigh, squeezing the fat in little wags.

Give thanks to whomever, thank fuck for being at the tables edge, where nobody else could witness this.

"Anywho–" Ellie grogs her throat clear of those debaucheries, returning to her normal seated poise, "yeah, like, we're settled– thanks for helpin' us find that place." her pitch heightens, flowing into a nosy chuckle.

"Course, kiddo." softly spoken off Joel’s sentiments, but minding less attention and returning his mouth to something more, toothsome. Foodsome.

Goddess, her grip is mighty.

Devious fingers– they found their way, quick. Fingers such as hers, waxy and pale, rigid and calloused, stamping up your hip and giving firm pressure to the bone. Knuckles flushed of pigment, they dig around the crest wanton, nudging you slightly.

"Seriously?" you spit through grit teeth, wiggling your hips in reaction.

Ellie harks your mutter, tugging those smug corners into a cocky smile as her nervy nature would plant her in, naughty–toothed smile, "Huuh?" that bastard coos, "what's wrong babe?"

"You dickhead." 

"Me, dickhead?"

"Yes, you, dickhead."

"That's a lot of dicks n' heads, what is it with you and dicks n' heads?" she creeps her face closer, squinting dumbly– which only made her onslaught of 'heads and dicks' more peeving now that you really loured at her.

Grimacing at her dense brows queller than a storm, blushy nostrils taunting in a wiggle, it subtly made sense– impish coquetry. The kind of shit you toss like a game of ball, prior to the main event. An event, to be seen.

"Why you givin' me that look, huh?" she squints lower in return, flaring her nose, "Do I have a dick for a head?" 

"I would not kiss you if that were the case," you claim advantage of her closeness and peck her goofish scowl, forcing a crescent to spry on that mouth, "Dork."

Hooks on your hip palpate harsher on the jut, her thumb swiping where the cushion and your butt cleft. Pressure given, when words pique her interest.

"Babe," Els murmured with fry in her chords, "d'ya want it?"

"It?" you gulp.

"Mhm.." thrummed she, eluding, "c'mon, you know.." said with that chilling husk, whew.

Okay, maybe it's clearer–than–a–midsummers–noon clear, that Ellie was a tad tipsy. Pink worm of hers just couldn't resist the samplage of some bourbon, sweet oakey notes that evoke memories of bourbon skies hence, quite the beautifying thought. Skies where you play a shrouded silhouette to her line of sight, tapping thumb to chin in ponder. Ponder, pondering.. for what were you pondering those sunsets?

Yet now you lacked a ponder on whatever the hell she was hinting to, only for it to ferment suddenly.

"Ellie, what are you on–"

"My fingers," a blurt wets her whistle, cocking her head dear to your poor ear, "do you want.. my fingers– in.." you feel her dual digits dive in the crevice of your thigh and groin, curling snugly.

"Ellie.." you hiss, pinching your brows in honest bewilderment.

Her pinkie roves over the bulge of your crotch and punctures the inseam right above your clit, stinging the little bud– which throbbed at her press.

"Do you?" her breath wanes, speech sedated with the aim of persuading you.

Contemplation was considered– maybe too carefully, maybe not. Problem one, legitimately most if not all of your family was within spitting distance of you, but on the other hand, the gutsy hand, weighed her offer slacker than a greedy businessman. In precis, her puppy eyes of coveted sanction, rears triumph. Dickhead.

A caught gulp squeezes down your gullet, puffing your chest out, "Mhm.." 

"Okay.. mhh–" she giggles with husk, creasing up as her lithe fingers trace and wrest your fly open, skulking her hand beneath the hood, "Just focus on dinner baby, I got this.." wisped soft, kindred to cashmere.

The unyielding stretch of your denim fastens around your hips in the act of her palm ramming inside, yanking you forward. Pursing your lips in elated exhales, you try, try to winch meat to mouth and void the tamping of your clit, try as you might– the pleasure is dire.

Ellie’s prints depress a lewd discovery, the stub of her smaller knuckle thickens itself in leaky panty, secreting from your eager hole. A discovery, worth a hushed gasp, "Ooh? Wet already babe? God damn.."

"Shut.. up.." choked you, only reaping a laugh from her.

"Fuck, I do all this?"

"Duh."

"Hehe– fuck that's hot.."

She withdraws her fingers half–way, to slither them under your panties. And without a foraged bit of foreplay, dilates your labia with her furled digits loading inside of you.

A squishy nub brushes your sweet spot.

Your pipes in turn swell with sharp intake, wall of your throat cooling instantly. Fuck, bona fide fuck. Enormously fucked when her pumps wreak gentle squelches from your dewy core.

"Jesus, mhphh.." a gruff of air susurrus from her, starkening her torso in an 'appeasingly normal' angle so she may, blend in, bemusing your mother with small–talk, "So, d'you always have a gathering this big on Thanksgiving?"

Out of all people, really, Els? 

She indulges with a smile, purely answering, "Oh yeah, every year– whole family, too many relative I suppose." fading erratically into a giggle.

"Heh– ‘least you got a big house, shitt– I mean," In spite of sounding casual, slips into a grit curse when your wet walls clench her in, "–dang, what I wouldn't give to live here, right babe?"

A mere butt of her elbow nearly dips you into the waters of appearing– deviant of natural, those slender digits, twisting a tender knot inside. She pumps at a canter, lesser than brisk, swifter than a slug. Beat, beat, beat to your g–spot, akin to the pitter, pitter, pat of your whizzing heart.

"Y–yeah, soo jealous, even though I did as a kid.." laughing it off awkwardly, a bask of 'Please let that be the only time I talk.' relief uplifts your sunk gut, momentarily.

"You still eating well livin' on your own?" your mother queries, tuning that time–old maternal charm.

"I mean, d–decent, enough–"

Ellie thrusts her fingers faster, fashioning a trickle of ooze to froth out onto your underwear. Pacified by the sensations, you clamp tighter, knocking a winded hitch to your staggering speech. Fucking inconvenient. Olives of her eyes binge a glint so bawdy, yet inlaid in a bad case of puppy–face, bullshit purity on her glossy lips. She knew the consequences, and consumed them like nothing.

"Pshh– decent? Babe, please, I'm like the microwave master!" exclaimed she, feigning a biggety tone atop her rasp.

You scoff, "Ah–" shuffling your thighs in light see–saw motions, "again, decent."

The knot squeezes as she finger–fucks the tranquility of mind from your pussy, staring knives at you when her supple thumb drags your clit in flicks.

"Sure it's not good?"

"Mh–mh.."

"Like, really good?"

No way she was referring to the microwave meals anymore.

Your mother intrudes softly, "Honey I can start bringin' you my homemade food if it's not–"

"It's okay, she's just playin' around–" Ellie replies before a vowel can flutter your lips, proceeding to eye–fuck you with a smug visage, "she loves my cooking." she rasped, eyes slimly showing.

All you can spotlight on is her gropey hands, jerking you like some toy, it felt too fucking good. Too pleasant to snuff, too divine to scold, exhilarating to your veins sore with salaciousness. Then, you route back to a ponder, what more could she stipulate? 

"M' gonna go to the bathroom," you swat her hand out and jostle your fly up, netting a coo of amusement from Ellie– secretly.

"You good babe?" she vocalizes after, keeping her pussy–prune digits free of smear.

"Come with me." purred you, hoisting from the oaken chair.

Ellie's lids arise with tangible hots– an aphrodisia densely potent of kindiling her eyes. No anointing of sanctity will ripen her intentions, nor anchor the even throb of her cunt. For a throb is a hymn, to you. She wants you, and she's going to have you. Moments and minutes hence, falter to compare in energy.

Cue her cheek pleating smile.

"Okay–" a light snort prances off her open lips, whirling her lap aside to skim through the tight wedge and stumbling to you, "which bathroom we doin'–"

"Just follow me," your voice aspires over, cusping your hand and snagging her calloused ones in the curve of it, "gonna' show you somethin'."

"Heh–" she chuckles dryly, tailgating with a gentle pull of your forearm.

You two whip around a door nook, glide through the foyer and advance upon a staircase. Your cotton–clad heels stroke wood planks beat by beat, soft wallops that carom off skyscraping maroon wine walls. Ribbons of lunar light dangle on and off your heads, crafting gauzy shrouds that mix and mingle off the corners with a bobbing ascent. Every wall laid reminiscent of a ritzy manor, a lacquer of lavish. 

The flight of stairs then ingress into a much thinner hall, in a much quainter space, and fitted to each doors awaiting enigma. Duller light spills through, glossing the path you took towards a fawny brown door– your bedroom.

Ellie espies the cleave of an abutting door, aiming a bead on with her index, "Wait– isn't that the–"

"Shh," you gingerly rustle air on locked teeth, shifting your arm towards the gilded rotund knob and twining with metal clicks and clacks, "bathroom was just a cover up."

"Oh~" 

"Hmm hm~" you kittenly croon.

The barrier pendulates sideward from your stride, only to be elbowed soundly back to a wisping shut.  You pinch the little knob's notch and, click, lock the door. An amused flit of breath pours from her agape lips, catching your wordless gist bereft of another second.

Ellie thrums that same old rasp, sweetening you up, "Real smooth babe, takin' us up here.." her feet coast her closer to you, kitty–cornering you to a rearwards stumble.

Plaster bumps, a welting sharp ridge– they trench in your ankle and up as your calves butt the wall, inevitably backed up. Trapped, positively trapped. 

"Well–" a scoff enlightens your latter words, "couldn't just stay there with you two fingers deep, hm?" and your 'hm' asks for her agreement, pitch yawing.

"Was 'gonna make it three, but.." 

"But?"

Her head shrouds yours in a gray penumbra, orangey–tint nose a scant whisker from brushing yours, and sends you into a conundrum with a mere utter, a tepid utter, "got uhh', something better for you." tying off with a willed lip bite.

"Oh really?" you moon with pep, hooking a calf around hers.

She smokily coaxes, "Fuck yeah– look." her knotty digits then cruise around her hips, meeting at her denim zipper and tugging that metal tab down. Fleeting as starlight, she thumbs the belt–band and chucks her jeans just beneath the ruck of her asscheek, chafing fabric to fabric with her lax boxers.

A lone brow quirks, expressing the fact that with the way she juts hers hips forward and palms her crotch weirdly– it reared too obvious, "Ellie, don't tell me–"

A springy mass wiggles against the front inseam, held in her teasy tauty grip– veins popping of course, "Tell youu whaat?" her words muff in hoarse laughter.

"Baby.." you exhale, adjoining a whiny moan. Ellie's such a goofy tease.

That simple mass in her crotch, was a sign– a clear, lucid, taintless and foretelling, that you were getting stuffed like a turkey tonight.

In counter, her exhale fuses with yours in dancing particles, so gentle, finer than purity made flesh, "Babe.." and such gentleness caresses your ears, a pureness forgotten in those divinity forsaken puppy eyes– pout moist.

You can't rend your pupils elsewhere, trapped like mice, you gape with encroaching arousal dowsing out your nerves– and drenching down below. Markedly, where you gaze now– her fingers tug the waistband down, exposing the bulbous green head of her cock in her boxers tight band, barely, literal orb of luster dabbled on the tip.

Now your eyes truly cannot escape.

Cotton tenderizes in lines around the bulge, her hand stroking above the shape. And the way you stare, fucks her mind good, speaking throatily, "God," a gulp bubbles, "can't stop starin' hmm?"

"Hehe– couldn't help but wear it?" you snap back.

"Yes ma'am," said off a grunt, pushing said bulge to your curious hand, pleading for a rub, "you gonna' suck her?" soothing is her tone, a breathless moan.

You coo, "Want me to?" and weasel your palm in circles, watching her pelvis follow.

"Uh'huh babe– mhh, need it.." she rolls the hem of her shirt up to her ribs, flaunting that strapping waist– perfectly toned.

Appetent with sure appetite, you nod, a nod that tows her lids down, down.. down, till the green born of her eyes rely on a thin horizon hawkeyeing you. A sliver of sparkle, eager in you. It only takes you dual bends of the knees, stamping chiffony flesh to cold oak and your fingers tucking in her underwear– to excite Ellie.

"Yeah, m'gonna suck her, suck that cock." you mouth in broken vowels, steeping breath on her firm navel pouch.

"Fuck.." she nimbly grunts and tosses her head back, tightening skin on the jounce of her adams apple, swallowing.

Giving tender pressure on her boxers, you slither them netherward until they sojourn atop her bunching jeans fixed above the knee. You swear, those quads of hers clench at your brushing touch, causing your sights to skip up on that dangling cock. Wow. The fat head pokes your nose–tip, curbing up as she cradles its silicone girth to palm.

"Hold uh'," what you expected to be 'up' erupts as a tiny grunt snuffing, eyeing her other hand concealing her lips with a muffled 'puh' to top, "there we go." that hand draws down to smear her spit along the length, squelching mildly.

"Mhh–" you hum shorn of audible sound, batting keen breath on her strap, "–so big.."

You tell her that, everytime. And everytime, she revels in that negligible fact, shutting her eyes in skin–sheathed darkness– pinpointing on how too–too hot that seems. And the way you say it? Oof.

Ellie tacks five fingerprints on your head's crown and coaxes in flits of force, easing you on, "My god, babygirl– oooh.." she relishes an oval–mouthed moan, watching your lips wrap her cockhead.

And it's warmer than anything you've gobbled so far this eve.

Balming a heat like that, tucked in her boxers so neatly and snug– it tickles your gums. Soft and pliant, your lips are, they crease and roll under as you swallow her in, impressing a pit on your tongue when they meet.

"Hhmmm.." you moan a mouthful on the frothed up silicone, dragging your lips back over to motion a bounce of your head.

"I know~" she coos to your bumble, pucking her hips with an equal piston to her pelvis, "them' lips feel goood– fuuckkk.." as if you can feel them, dork.

You clasp her thickness in hooks of your tongue, sending splotches and globs of spit to pool around your oval–ringed mouth, courtesy of her tip bumping your throat in, "Guh- guh, guh, guhh–" prods. 

Ohh, that birdsong. The quaffing of your vocal bands subject to her humps, producing a rhythmic beat to alight her hormones. Your song worthy of hearing. You wimp the swelling sink that her nails wreak, a flicker between cuspate tapering and a meek love– a calling for more.

Enlighten me a morsel of those twisted, dirty thoughts, auburnhead devil.

Leathery wads of her free digits roam hot on your pulping cheeks, chiseling out as you suck. Her fingers then find themselves arcing a tuck behind your ear, thumb printed to your temple. A dash of encourage, she presses, a truer than blue visage, she contorts ran by pleasure. Squelch, suckle, drag spit, and repeat.

Due to your stretching spread of lips taking her well, likeness of a blockade in your mouth, you couldn't speak. Obviously. So over the wish–wash of saliva, Ellie tunes you in with her filthy comments.

"Suckin' my filthy cock.. fuck–" she pauses with a gruff moan, baking in your brain deep, "gonna' make me cum so goood–" her vowel strains, clenching her pussy lips around nothing except the cool, cruel air, "yes.." 

A reed of cold nips your chin, seconds hence realization settles; you're getting sloppy. A manifestation of Els actually fucking your noggin to slosh, wouldn't spark surprise if liquid poured from your cranium at this point.

Her own arousal rots you further down, too.

With the feeling of her cock climbing near hellward down your throat, smacking on the gummy walls, and the husk her moans endure, crucifies your pussy with an ache of want. Fabric of your jeans suffers a beat, your clit, throbbing. It hurts so good and it stings so right, so tight, you need her now.

A faster bob you give, the more Ellie can't take it either. 

"Babe–" she hawks out, but fails to halt your bopping movements, "babe, fuck–" the digits parked behind the conch of your ear skip and push your jaw up, staking her cock out with a spring. 

"Ghh– schhlp, huh?" a chuck of spit muddled your words, unfurled tongue lapping up every web left by your messy, messy mouth.

Nook of her hand like a cusp to your jaw, she beckons you with a nudge, and rasps, "Up– c'mon, n'turn that ass around." 

Ass. Something about that word reverberated in you, bothered you hotly, made a tepidness leak from your cheeks. The rasp she rung it with, eyeing you with twin fern flames for irises– an approaching engulfment to marry your skin with ashen blessing, more consuming. Ass, Ash, haha.

A flutter in your hips spreads like fire across your legs. It weakens the muscle you bend, standing upright challenged resemblant of a feat, especially when Ellie's grabby gropes found purchase in the crevice of your hips, spindling you on a quick axis. It wanes the composure you hold like a goblet, dwindling to shattered shards across the floor, primarily as those bedeviled claws slot under rough woven denim and remove them false of trouble and trick– ruching to nothing at the root of your ankles.

Where happy hubbub clamors downstairs, pleased pandemonium moans upstairs.

A jut of two knobby hip bones thump into each asscheek, denting the skin into a gully. Warmth, a ligature of it rides through your backside, making you shake. Not like her hands would let you tremble, one being so immovably returned to your hip.

"Fuuck that pussy 'been waitin' for me, huh? Can just tell.." mumbles her with vocal fry, pupils ogling bare of shame at your cinched folds, clasping nothing.

"Your fault."

"Oh really?"

"Mhm.." you hum timidly.

"Gonna call me dickhead again, or–" a fat ball teases the dripping lips of your pussy, spreading them slightly and sloshing the skin around, "Is this enough?"

To give way, was a mistake, buckling your pelvis deeper on her cock which faces a grip ardent to shaft– teasing with rolls of her wrist. The cockhead, or literal dickhead, warps and smooshes against your clit as she toys with it. A whiny, "Huuh– Els.." mangles in your larynx, pitching.

"Yeah, you like that? Know you do." that damned smirk lives in her curving tone, sweet with a dash of tang. Her cock dilates your delicate folds further, exposing the velvet flesh to cold air and an intrusive visit. 

Your fiendish pussy kisses her cocktip and ceases its movement, clamping her in place, whimpering, "Mhh, ahh– ah.." 

"Hey, 'lemme go– was just getting started babe," she laughs crisply, landing a fine plume touch to your ass, "c'mon.. loosen up.."

A flux of slacken tires the muscles that clamp her in, hugging your entrance more softly around her tip.

Ellie winches weight on her knees, crouching her groin into you with a slow swerve, "There we go.." she purrs with tension in her tune, relieving a sigh when her cock pops in silkenly.

You seize up, gasping sharply, hips begging to break brittle in her grasp of iron– but iron does not deform easily. Pressure stays pressured, and digits knurl over the hill of your hip bone to prop it upright. With walls expanded on her cock like your pussy was made for her, it humbles you, belittling you to sludge in her metal caress.

"Fuuckk yeah–" she broadens her sigh of bliss, abrading on the 'K', like a crackle. Pleasure kills neutrality in the smoothest way, gathering grooves in her forehead, "y'feel so warm baby.. mhmm–" 

"That's not even your dick.." you half–way give a giggle, suppressing the moans you choke up.

A tense whistle of air sounds from Ellie's nose, a reaction of vague irritation, "Swear to god.." her tongue smacks after and a sudden thrusting of her fat cock catches your mind astray, winding those choked moans out. 

"Uhn– uh fuck, huhh–" you babble.

"Not my dick huh? Who's fucking you? Tell me, fuck– yeah?" Her words warble where skin smacks, wetness palping in obscene squelches. 

Does she really expect you to answer when her cock continually swells your cunt and abuses your g–spot? Yeah. Ellie will fuck the answer from one hole to the other, if she so feels compelled to.

But of course, you don't answer.

"Baaabeee," she taunts, "baabyyyy," and tortures, "who she getting fucked by right now, tell mee.." and fucks, cooing purer than vernal spring washed in the rain, mushing globs of pre–cum all over your cervix.

"Y-you.."

"That's right."

This feels almost violating to your vagina, to be stuffed like this. Did she size up? Get a new strap? Whatever the case presents itself as, it felt fucking good. Made you woozy, each bop she played like a drum on your sore ass, summoning a white ring of creamy sap to veil around her cock's girth. White droplets failed to envelop her cock, though, each jiggle of your muck bodies lashing beads of it onto the oak boards, your thighs, her pretty auburn bush, etcetera. Attempting to grab the wall, duh– that fails, then you scramble jittery digits across said wall, awkwardly finding a rigid door trim to grasp at long last– speak of the devil, Ellie laughs at that.

"Haha– aww, too big for you princess?" she utters to you like a dumbass, ego brimmed with the pumps her cock skids on your gummy walls, smirking with thinned lips.

Vulnerability loathes humility, "Fuck y–you."

"Sure."

Her perception of sight, harboring verdancy, drops low to your bulging hole that swallows her good– as you should, tender milk that pools inwards as she slides out, and froths a flood of slick when she humps it back to the same hole it spilled from. 

Might she indulge more sampling?

Ellie's hell–sworn index traces your swelling folds mellowly, togging a cap of pearly cum on her finger pad. Scrutinize, then she licks. Her peach lips kiss her finger softly, puckering wrinkles as she sucks the sleek off, "Sssmhpt–" her lips zip, "yeah–ha, that's what 'm taking about–" delighted, she is.

The knot in your womb begins to coil and fill, a rapturous sting impaling inside. Your folds, springing on her friction, sends a ripple to fluctuate in your ass cheek. Enticing. So enticing, Ellie grabs a handful, bloating fat strokes of your buttcheek between the webs of her delirious fingers.

"Ghh– yes.. yes–" she growls, deep in her lungs. The harness in return rubbed her clit in all the right ways, electrocuting her legs with a twitch, "arch that bsck f'me baby, c'mon– arch on my fuckin' cock–" 

Harking her, you heed. Heed with a convex draw of your back, protruding your ass out for her messy usage. That– that was the last straw, her only straw. You being so keen. Something less than a mutter of, "Good girl." was the last audible voice you could pick up, her game swapping to a faster ramming into your sloppy pussy.

"Ellie!" you wince, praying on a star, "So g–good.." you gape and fall forward, smearing slobber on the drywall.

Her cock was too much. 

A tear soaked upon that very wall, gifting it a taste of your salty heaven.

"Mhmm– god, fuck fuck fuck! You're so good, s'good t'me.." a breath shuddered, she limps forward onto you. Her pale hips still punishing with a litany of humps, now scores deeper on your gushy cervix, her drenched chest marking hot on your clothed back.

"Needa' cum– Els, babe.." why you were even asking, might flummox a future specter of yourself– purling on her thickness, feeling the endless tension pull from you in strings of cum, kissing the head of her cock, you were on the train track to cumming already. Dumbified questions really egged Ellie on, luckily.

"Yeah baby, want'chu to– all over her, she needs it, mhm–" she assures you, two foam–spit lips stamping your lobe, "feel that baby?" her elbow mounts like a belt to your hip crest, ducking under and tamping your womb, palm to pudge, and intones, "She's so fucking deep– shit.." 

Spade of her cock punching your walls, over and over, you finally snap. The added hand to your belly, sought it done. Done well, pronto. 

You convulse in tight vices to squeeze her dick, orgasm shaking you to the literal core, "Huunhh– Ellie, Els! Ssuhh– Ell–" a clammy paw wedges your mouth from splitting the walls with your uproar, fingers tender on your lips cushion.

"Shh– shh.. not so loud babe, take it easy–" snuffing you, she talks clemently, little grunts detailing you on how close she was, too, "that's it.. don't hold back baby– uh, fuck."

Her cock fucks you just right, blows you fried so easily, with every heavy lunge– you weep.

A pang twisting inside averts a sightly gaze to the beautiful coastline of darkness, pure oblivion. Fuzzy dollops of faded splotches prance your vision like a sick joke, mocking your high. You can't even croak, not even a peep, just sit back and let cum dribble from your hole, plashing her filthy cock in a sick mess.

Right on a dream–like cue, a snarled groan mauls from the deepest depth of her diaphragm, fresh on your ear, "Ghhodd– fhmm, good fuckin' pussh– mhh!" 

Splash.

Her lids squinted tight, nose flared wide, she came. In waterfalls you couldn't observe, but swore you heard. A geyser to the floor, hyaline ribbons of her precious flavor taint the floor so disgustingly, so vividly, it shines.

Guess the wine loosened both of her lips.

She usually does not cum like that.

Damn.

Muggy exasperation fans your neck in ghostly hands that wrap, a recalescent mist baying for some kind of relief in dramatic swells and shrinks her chest pushes into you. Then, something moreso flobbed, a chuckle.

"Heheh–" her fingers slip from your lax lips, tapping kittenly on your chin.

"That's was, mhh– um–" you huff, dead of air just like her.

"Good?"

"Yup, just– couldn't.. oof.." 

Her lips purse and plant a kiss to your scruff, grinning against the flesh, "Did good for me," moist smacks besmirch further, rasping, "felt so good t–"

A beating of hardy steps peals through the door's underside, sending a wash of shock over both of you abruptly.

"Fuck." Ellie's voice muffles sotto voce, darting grips to your folded hips, thumbs tacking on the streched knoll your ass provided.

You perk your ears in tune of this noise, gut instinct curls and kicks your body to move, bucking back on Els– who mind you, was still sheathed inside you.

That knocked another grunt from her, "Hmmph– don't do that– god, babyy.." she whines, runting back into you.

Hole stuffed back up, you clench your fists into a ball. This idiot.

"Ellie? You in there?" A familiar, dense, Texan drawl aptly known as Joel's, beacons from beyond the door.

That's bad.

"Shit what do I–"

"Get off, for onee–" a tense on your chords, you huff, bucking her muck sweat thighs off your hind and skidding out her cock pronto. The sudden emptiness was jarring, but, no time to waste.

"Fuck! Again–" she hisses.

You crouch your bare bum inches from the floor and swoop up the pooling pile of denim and cotton panties, rearing them up and fiddling with the metal button. Ellie followed suit, the best of her abilities– sex really fogs up her faculties, and pressed her cock plumb to her stomach as to tuck it properly her boxers, letting the band snap in place on waist– gently.

Triple knocks erupt, and then his bellow, "Kiddo?"

"We're good, we'll be down!" she calls back, eyes far from not studying your scurrying silhouette, just has to comment, "–fuck that ass." like she wanted more.

A grumbled 'Hmm' vibrates on the oak, trailed by fleeting footsteps that trudge away, thump, thump– you get it.

"Oh?" you kink your whisper, foxily, "second rounds?" and pivot around to face her.

"Mphht– not what I meant, dickhead." her voice deepens weirdly at the brink her sentence plonked upon, cocking her head with a smirk.

"Whatever." your eyes roll, capering off the room's corners.

"Hmph–" gruffed in amusement, "Cutie." gingerly steps huddle you right against that wall again, two biceps meeting warmth–to–warmth with your soaken shirts waistline.

Scoff, just scoff, "I think this is how second rounds start, liar." 

She goes all bumbly, furrowing those bushy orange brows and frisking her eyes in a roll, copycat, "Don't get me started, pleasee." she begged fakely, cadence dense.

"Too late."

"You're right." her lips, wisp to yours so perfectly timed, interlocking one pink bud under your top lip and butting noses, plushing together in tide. Even plopped a little smack to the clad meat of your ass, how sweet.

A scant hint of dinner lingered on her breath, passed to you like a spill. Makes you want to slink those stairs in one go for a different palate of seconds. But, alas, you two bet smooches on the hope of no further interruptions, scarfing up kisses like hungry dogs.

(pls lmk if u wanna be added to the perm list, some mentions didnt work!)

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[vioyume]

Sorry I'm just gonna ramble about the Nailmasters and Sly for a moment. I recently read some fics which has reignited my love for this game.

These are mostly unorganized thoughts.

It's been so long since I've played this game, but I remembered really liking them, and would sometimes visit them for fun. They were really nice to see in this dying world despite the strain in their relationship, it's funny too in a sad way because they're the only family that is left alive yet they're separated. Really hope that they make amends at somepoint after when the game ends. The only other few bugs who are left are the ones who reside in Dirtmouth and in Kingdom's Edge but those guys are in their own world.

How did the Nailsmith traverse that obstacle course near Sheo's home?? Asuming that the shortcut isn't a thing, even so how did he fit through that tiny gap jump that required a specific move??? Dude and Cornifer have secrets they're not sharing. (I died 100 times when I first did it)

Sheo/Nailsmith and Cornifer/Iselda makes me happy, I love finding the little bit of happiness in hopeless scenarios.

I like imagining Sly being a father to 3 children who grew practically four times the size he is. He needs a personal stool or jump on them if he needs to scold them. Nobody likes it when the fly pulls out the stool.

Thinking how his furniture was most likely him sized before meeting the kids and they either had to get new furniture or the brothers just grew used to using tiny tables and stuff.

Still never fought Sly though.

Mato was a surprise to see when I first met him, for a place that is supposedly secret without knowing, you think that he would be a boss and there's even a bench. But no he's there meditating. I go to him when Gorb gave me a tuff time.

Mato is great. :)

I don't go to Oro often since there's not much for me in that area, but I think he thinks lowly of the colosseum. Also seeing raining corpses is not a nice view, though I guess he grew desensitized to it.

Ghost makes the whole family feel a little bit of pain after showing off the nail arts and charm and they've learned from each of them. Glad to know that they're alive somewhere but it's been so long since they've seen each other. (but also there's still that tension between Mato and Oro)

Wondered what Sheo and Sly felt when that fight happened between the other brothers. Was Sheo already thinking about giving up the Nail, was the argument partly the reason? Or was it something he decided later on? I like to think Sly tried to reason with them (as well as Sheo) but whatever it was, it's clear that they should not be involved.

Uh I'm done now, but I want to share the fics I've read.

Tales of a Nailsage

Tales of a Sage

Ticky Wicky

Funeral Plinth

Mind's Creation

Oro and Mato are Dumbasses (I like a nice silly fic once in a while)

#I had a rough day #the bug games amuses me #hollow knight #nailmaster mato #nailmaster oro #paintmaster sheo #great nailsage sly #vio.txt #rambles

[eye-of-yelough]

sending ask for aeryn and gortash kiss 👁️👁️

oh wooooowwww this is so unexpected hehehe >:3

so, little bit of backstory: despite the fact that in all of the screencaps i’ve posted of him he doesn’t have them, Aeryn has those um. those ritualistic facial scars that a lot of people give their durges. on the lips and down the throat and on the eyebrows. those ones.

anyway, not very long at all before The Incident (3 weeks, tops) Sceleritas happens upon Aeryn sucking off the Gorb. on his knees and everything, how embarrassing. and he snitches to Dad like the little fucker he is. in the midst of the usual Bhaal Family Drama Orin comes up with a very fitting punishment. she’s going to mutilate him. no, not this mouth, his knees. i imagine the scars look a lot like that uhh. circle durge draws in blood around Alfira’s body. she does that to his knees. try kneeling in front of your lordling now, bitchboy.

aeryn kinda just. let’s it happen. because he’s a good boy 👍

Gort notices somethings off immediately and loses his fucking mind because he’s normal. and also quietly thinks about how nice the scars look. still, Orin’s hands aren’t as steady as his, artistic, sure, and putting them on the knees was a nice touch, but where’s the precision? and knees are so easy to hide. he could do a much better job. and take back what’s his at the same time. he loves a bargain.

so yeah he uh. does that. Aeryn’s sitting there letting it happen (good good boy) as blood gushes out of his throat, tears streaming down his face like 🥰 because he’s insane. afterwards gortash traces the centrepiece scar with his tongue, gets it right up in there, gathering up blood from his mid-neck to split lip, and thinks, this is the most beautiful his monster has ever looked. dazed from bloodloss, whimpering at his intrusion, and utterly vulnerable. fuck it. he deserves it.

so they have a lil smooch. aeryn shits bricks. something something about how Orin’s (Bhaal’s) scars weren’t half as painful, but did she hold him after? did Bhaal reward him for his self sacrifice like this? has he ever?

hm. maybe i should just turn this into a fic. that’s clearly what my brain wants .

#aeryn and gortash #asks #ok to rb as is everything i post etc etc #thanks so much for asking and also hiiiii! hope this is good! #your daily dose of idiocy #gortash #bg3

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

would you believe I was actually planning to do this the very morning the [licorice gorb] got blazed (obviously it was a better idea to put it off until after it was over)

also someone reblogged it with a screencap where it says "blazed by notpikaman" under my username and tbh I am so glad I'm not the only one burdened by that information XD and thank you to everyone who said "good blaze op" or some variant thereof, a high compliment

anyway welcome all you new followers and also folks who just wanted to reblog the one thing and be on your merry way, I do this occasionally so that I actually get to reply to y'all's tags n such <3 (without making a lot of blog clutter)

we also have a couple new image descriptions! thank you to @cherrycreamsicle for the image description on [suitcase] and @istherewifiinhell for the image description on [kirbear]! both have been added as alt text to the original posts, with credit.

on [the last roundup] @cherrycreamsicle said: Hey no worries! Any accessibility is good accessibility! I'm always happy to help! Hope you and your wife are doing well ^_^

thank you! I felt like it was important to acknowledge that putting it in alt text is not as good for some people as putting it in the body of the post, but it is still definitely better to have. (and thank you! she's doing much better now.)

on [watch] @ceylonsilvergirl said: Do it!! Watch repairs!! Those skills are so niche and needed And especially good for people inclined to pay attention to the details

it just seems really fun! I love little mechanical things and building miniatures and stuff like that so it feels like something I'm capable of! (also I can do it at home for only a couple hours at a time and possibly still make money lol)

on [watch] @macro-microcosm said: i hope you guys make big bucks in a lil watch biz some day

thanks! I'm sure I'd badger my beige-loving partner into letting me make at least one of them my signature kirby-pink lol

on [eggroll] @ceylonsilvergirl said: You felt good enough to go out without mobility aids!! You felt that good! That’s fantastic news! Of course use them when you need them, they’re good! But your body was doing well! That’s whats important

yeah!! it's important to me to emphasize to others that it's not the not using the aids it's the feeling well enough to not need to, cuz it's a mistake that's like. pretty common and even popular. (consider "wow this wheelchair user walked the stage at their graduation and was clearly in pain the whole time" type of stuff. the ubiquity of that type of "inspiration porn" has a huge impact on the disabled community, especially because a significant portion of us are exposed to that first rather than the realities of being disabled.) but feeling well even for one day means my body is still capable of feeling well under the right circumstances, and that matters!

on [kirbear] @hobgirl told a nice story I feel weird about copy/pasting directly but yknow it's there in the tags as long as they choose to leave it up

stuff like that is scary, and the doctors and veteran patients know that! I'm glad you had something comforting with you, and that it was able to lead to even more support than just what it carried by itself.

on [printer] @angst-and-fajitas said: every time I've ever interacted with a printer it has always felt like this and @ceylonsilvergirl said: I have yet to meet a printer that will just friggin’ work

honestly like 90% of the time printers work fine and I don't even think about it, but that last 10% of the time feels like Such A Trial that it really dominates the conversation lol

anonymous asked: Happy kirby day mx gorb :>

thank you! this is what reminded me to actually draw kirby a little cake so it was helpful lol

on [licorice] @ceylonsilvergirl added the [link] for the exact candy I was thinking of

so glad they still exist tbh. don't even remember if I've ever had one I'm just glad they exist!

on [meds] @queenhippolyta said: Do you find that the cromolyn helps you? I started it maybe two months ago but haven’t really noticed a difference yet

it seemed helpful for me when recovering/restabilizing from my covid vaccine, which laid me out for months, but there was a lot of other stuff going on and it was more of a, well, stabilizer than an actual boost. I really don't know if it's doing anything for me now as high vs low compliance really doesn't seem to make a causative difference. (there is a correlation, because on bad days it's harder to get up and take it in the middle of the day, but that's like. definitely not causative.) it might be that different dosing would work better for you, or it might be that it just doesn't really help you! mcas is a tricky beast, as we all know. (I hope you actually find this buried in the roundup >n< )

on [corner] @ceylonsilvergirl said: dang kirbo’s on the ceiling again, grab the broom

this one just made me laugh

on [licorice] @thesleepingnini said: hay wanna draw some silly stuff like this again, baka may sponsor ng ipad diyan

good news, I will continue to draw silly stuff again whether I'm paid or not! additional good news, for those who want more specific silly stuff drawn commissions are open on [kofi] for a few more hours (~6 probably depending how long this post takes me to finish)

@sonisis asked: iEs El Kirbo!

it sure is!

on [licorice] @jenjensd said: It’s a good thing they clarified it’s red liquorice because I legit thought they just gave Kirby a super long tongue for some reason

I wouldn't put it past me tbh (which is why I specified XD )

anonymous asked: Hi your Kirbys are very nice

thank you! I love to draw a Little Guy

on [crowd] @ceylonsilvergirl said: Like when you’re singing to yourself, and then realize people can see you

whoops you've activated one of my fun facts! whenever I am Out And About by myself (which is very very rare these days What With The Illness), I am almost always singing. I am completely comfortable singing at full volume at any time and any place (aside from general noise decorum such as "not in the library" and "not while my wife is sleeping"). so I have not had this specific version of this problem in my lifetime lol

anonymous asked: “Art” that a four year old could do? Don’t quit that day job at target.

look ma, my first anon hate! I'm big time now!

for real though, like, I wanna answer this one kinda seriously even though I'm sure this was just a driveby, because I know it's a common insecurity. why are you upset? if anyone can do it, why shouldn't I? why aren't you?

I make very very very little money from this blog (I even looked up the numbers, in the nearly 5 years I've been doing this I've made a total of ~$1650 to date), but that's because I'm really not putting in effort to make it ~profitable~. my patreon is has no rewards and my commissions are closed (except for literally right now), I only put very rare purposefully designed products on my print-on-demand stores and I haven't made my own stickers to sell in over a year. so if you're mad about people giving me money, don't be. even if you very very conservatively assume only 10 minutes per drawing and also zero other time put into running this blog, that's bare minimum 295 hours I've put into this. in reality it's going to be way way higher than that, but even if you assume I'm only drawing 10 minutes a day for 1771 days and I'm only drawing with no other admin etc, that's only $5.50 an hour, or about $0.93 per drawing.

part of why I don't put in the effort to make it ~profitable~ is because I can't. when my patreon had actual rewards and my commissions were always open and I was still making stickers, that took a ton of energy, and yes it made me a little more money than I'm getting right now, those two years are the period of time the majority of it came from, but it was energy I don't have. I'm disabled, severely chronically ill, and very vocal about it. I don't have a day job to quit because I physically can't do that. but that's also why I can't put in the energy to make this blog a ~business~, and even when I was putting in more energy than I actually had, it was not exactly big returns. I think the biggest most profitable year was like. $800. for the whole year. I made 5 times that doing data entry for a couple hours a week before that company shut down the same year, and the data entry was easier.

so okay, I'm not doing it for the money. (money sure would be nice to have, and I appreciate the patrons who stick around just cuz and the commissions that got picked up this week, but clearly that's not my motivation because there's not much money in running this blog.) then why should I bother?

because making stuff is fun. I get to draw silly little things that make me happy and sometimes other people like them too. that's it. what's the harm in that?

#text #title text #reply roundup #asks answered #long post #readmore #cherrycreamsicle #istherewifiinhell #ceylonsilvergirl #macro-microcosm #hobgirl #angst-and-fajitas #anonymous #queenhippolyta #thesleepingnini #sonisis #jenjensd

[ye-olde-sodor]

Crack Ship appreciation post (The Gorb x Danger Loaf #10) because I need more stuff on this blog and I want to talk about them

You know that moment when you start shipping two characters as a joke and it either dies down or snowballs out of control? A month or two ago, I was looking more into 10's class (the BR class 42 aka the Warship class) and I noticed a few similarities between him and Gordon.

-Both engines started out as goods engines before they were transferred to express services due to exceeding the expectations of their makers and BR. On top of this, both are considered to be very fast engines. (Gordon with around 100 mph (160 km/h) and 10 with 90 mph (145 km/h) in a surprising twist).

-Both suffered a massive loss of their siblings. (10 has two preserved siblings while Gordon has Scott and his cousins). I head cannoned that the preservation of steam is why 10 was so aggressive to steam engines in the first place, and when you look at the numbers you can see why.

-Finally, as a funny side note, both have Moon Moons in the family. Zebra for 10 and countless others for Gordon. (Gay Crusader, Dick Turpin, Papyrus, Sandwich, and many more). I personally find it funny that 10's siblings have all the majestic and powerful names while poor Gordon has a sibling named Salmon Trout of all things.

So what do all of these comparisons mean? It means we have a potential for these two to have a lot to talk about and eventually bond over. But how exactly does the regal and formal Gordon fall for this idiot anyway? Simple...it's his carefree attitude.

Gordon is incredibly fond of his image, even with his various blunders he still sees himself as an important and regal engine. We know he's secretly a goof, but he almost never lets it show. Many people head canon that he needs to keep up this charade because he was quite literally built into the image of being this high and mighty being. If he can't keep that pristine image up, then he's worthless in the eyes of the Gresley's and to BR.

Now let's compare 10. He's the crazy Florda guy who's doing all sorts of things just because he can. He doesn't care about his image, nor what people think of him. He's always been the outcast, even more so after his class was withdrawn, so he adapted to work on his own and to do his own thing. He doesn't have the same problems as Gordon. He doesn't have a name or a legacy to keep because there's nothing left to keep.

Put the two of them together, give it some time, and you got yourself quite the duo. They'd make for an interesting friendship, but how would they fair as a couple?

-As I mentioned in my SS Gordon post, I'd imagine 10 being more open to relationships then Gordon. It's safe to say that the Mainland doesn't take too kindly to engine romance, but it's even more likely that it would still exist. 10 would absolutely believe in love to some degree, and would later convince Gordon that it exists too.

-Going back to that post, I mention that Gordon was drawn to 10's free and goofy personality, and eventually allowed for him to express his own funny, laid-back personality. The two of them would act both as foils and as complements for their characters. Gordon is the more controlled of the two and keeps 10 in check while 10 helps Gordon ease up and to have some fun.

Head canon wise, I could go on about these two for hours lmao

-It was absolutely 10 that fell for Gordon first. Gresley's always had a reputation for looking like marble statues, but he never believed that it was true until Gordon showed him the ins and outs of pulling the express. He was even more interested in him when he learned that the old kettle was actually able to keep up with him!

-The both of them are secret literature nerds, with 10 specializing in poetry and Gordon specializing in gothic/Victorian literature.

-If they were human, 10 would be much larger than Gordon, and Gordon would absolutely take advantage of that with constant cuddles and lap sitting. The only downside is that he needs to stand on something or be held up by 10 just to kiss him.

-Staying on theme with human head canons, 10's many hobbies would involve engineering and inventing. This, in turn leads him to making all sorts of wacky stuff, such as a car that has two steering wheels and a button that presses itself. Gordon is usually the one who has to bail him out whenever these inventions blows up in his face (figuratively and literally).

-They're dorks. Big, silly, loveable dorks who would gladly beat the other in a friendly competition or race and listen to the other brag about it for hours.

-Gordon is one of the few engines who knows 10's real name, and he's never told anyone what it is, much to the dismay of any nosy engines or humans.

-While 10 is open about his previous life as a bounty hunter, he's ashamed of it and wants nothing more than to make amends for it. Gordon insists that he already has, but even Gordon's words aren't enough to help him. It'll take years of support (and maybe some ghostly visitors) for him to finally let go and move on.

-The two of them would often switch jobs on occasion. If 10 was too tired to take the Midnight express then Gordon would take it, and vice versa. You can imagine Topham's shock when Gordon offered to take one of 10's goods trains for him after his engine failed. It was at that moment that he knew something was up between those two, but it would take years for it to click.

-While 10 is the more affectionate of the two, they usually keep it behind closed doors (again, to keep nosy engines or humans away). Having said that, he'd be the more likely of the two to display some PDA when no one was looking.

-The Mainland was known for separating and even scraping engines who showed some sort of romantic interest in each other. This, in turn, made all engine couples fiercely protective of each other, to the point of being aggressive towards those who suggest separation. While the two are protected under Sodor's various Antitheft and Antiscrap laws, Gordon and 10 are still weary about Mainlanders. The pair are considered to be some of the most aggressive engines on the island. Gordon more so than 10 in a surprising twist.

-Nicknames for Gordon include: Big Blue, Babe, Baby Blue, Speedy, Blue Streak, Shooting Star, Jekyll

-Nicknames for 10 include: Claw for brains, 10, Bread loaf, Hazard Stripes, Love, My Love, Dear, Hyde

-There was a case where Gordon referred to 10 as Jekyll in front of Percy on accident, and now everyone is convinced that it was 10's name. He felt horrible about it until 10 thought it was so funny that he just rolled with the mix-up. Besides, he preferred the name Jekyll over Cockade.

TL; DR These two are the textbook definition of Opposites Attract and I am absolutely making fanfics of them in the future (both on here and on my AO3 account).

#ttte #ttte gordon #ttte diesel 10 #these two are the ultimate otp. In this essay I will- #I just think they're neat #ttte shipping #sir this is a crackship friendly blog #crackship #crackship taken seriously #gor10

[sunset-bridge]

asks your thoughts on akeshu. go. be free and be a hater - 🍾

THANK YOU GUYS for enabling me. thank you thank you..

ok so like,,,,it's just, i think their genuine rivalry is like. sooooo much more interesting than a normal ass romance,, and like thats rich coming from me cuz im honestly such a grand romantic i love to wax poetic about sweet nothings and the other etc. but like. helloooo

true kibouheads will remember my rival poll from a bit ago. truth is ive been that way my whole life ahahah i always seeked out someone to be "rivals" with at school or otherwise,,, like i cant live without having this cool ass person i can both look up to but that also challenges me to get better and always try my best yknow... but like an important part is that i feel its always someone that. Gets me you know. i hope i dont sound insane but . people think in different ways u know and some people kinda see things a bit similarly to you and so you feel more connected to them. well like that. finding someone that is like that to me is..... quite the amazing feeling. some of my friends also feel like that to me; someone who gets how i think because they see the world similarly but yet a biiit different so we can share our experiences...people you can talk about anything with for hours and hours and never get bored. i feel like this is a form of real love and im not fucking joking . have u had ur rival give u a compliment or tell u happy birthday ...... WAHOOOO over the moon

ANYWAYS when i was playin p5 at first i didnt think much of goro (unbeliavable i know). but then when i started doing his social link i was like. um. erm. HELLOOO its like. points at screen 🫵🫵🫵 rivals. helloo. YES??? like . i feel i dont see too much appreciation for this kind of relationship EXACTLY because a lot of the time it gets reduced to romance or normal friendship when its so muuuuch more than that.

for anyone that hasnt had a rival its not like normal friendship,, theres this element of strange freakazoid obsession going on and also admiration and dare i say a streak of jealousness !!! at the risk of sounding delulu i will say it occupies a different and special niche compared to a friendship or a romantic relationship. its a different thing that u cant replace!!!

so yeah it was like. finally a weirdo relationship for freaks like me. im seen...yyyyyes. sooooo imagine my disappointment when a lot of ake shoo content reduces them to just plain romance HELLOO wheres the freakazoid content. this also goes to the other extreme where they make it seem like they Completely hate eachother when like. uh. yeah they do not obviously... like just read the dialogue helloo

also because a lot of romantic ake shoe woobifies goro soooo much (NOT ALL obvs but. a majority). like helloooo thats not my freak thats some random twink,,,.. i think this is more for gorogirls sorryyyy its true. i had the tragedy of seeing Things on google images while trying to look for a fucking Gorb png T__T

i also understand the desire to see him more happy but we cant fall on the "fandom takes guy whos a cunt and draws them happy 100% of the time and then kinda starts to forget canon" etc... happy goro is awesome cuz its so rare. its what makes it Sting yknow

anyways. theres also the thing that i see the p5 protag really differently from a lot of people apparently but i dont think that affects this issue toooo much. thats another can of worms

thank you :3c

#thamk you #im not tagging this obvs #ask #anon #bottle anon #hiiiiii

[fave-fight]

ok it's Gorb anon again because I helped add submissions to some characters I liked so there's my propaganda for each if it's fine for me to put in here

Chuatury Panlunch (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury): Okay this is a character I think COULD win a fist fight objectively. SHe delivered the most satisfying punch in history and I respect her so much for it that when I saw that this was a fist fight I was like "oh my girl gets to get in this". also we really need more women hashtag feminism

Kaoru Seta (Bang Dream! Girls Band Party!): Now we get into truly pathetic (loving) territory. Okay so here's this girl. Yeah she'd have no combat ability. Yeah she has a fear of heights and incorrectly quotes Shakespeare all the time. It would be funny if she won though because I find everything about her, from her previously established traits and the fact that several girls are madly in love with her despite that

Rainhaze (Pinepaw and the Forgotten World): I think we should throw a cat into this fist fight and I think it should be the one the whole Discord server around this comic is obsessed with. My funny little mystery man who had the server making whole diagrams collecting information about him only for him to appear completely out of the clue at the end of issue 23. I also feel like he could maybe hold his own just because he has killed many times before and would do it again. Just a traumatized cat who probably would have no clue why he's here and not experiencing his daily dose of horrors. Also I have seen what this fandom has done to polls when they helped one character sweep a whole bracket so I think he could hold his own here just because of whatever in this comic

#pre tournament propaganda

[tvccreator]

Ellie’s Newest Hyperfixation - Hollow Knight Boss Opinions

Yay, hyperfixation is fun. :)

So for the past, like, two weeks, I’ve been binge-playing Hollow Knight for the first time in a long time whenever I had downtime from college homework. I had never gotten past Hornet when I first played the game, but now I’ve finally gotten pretty far into the game and am working on trying to get the Delicate Flower ending, (despite not having ever beaten the game) So, since Egg and I had to take a break from posting for “A Voice of Clarity” due to @thereaderinsertlady getting COVID (hope you’re feeling better, Egg) and me getting blindsighted with college midterms, I thought I’d give my opinions on all of the bosses I’ve fought up until where I am currently in the game to clear my head before I have to do more homework. Since this is going to be long, the list will continue under the “Keep Reading” mark.

Note: I haven’t necessarily beaten all of the bosses, but I have fought most of them. The only bosses I have yet to even touch are the Hollow Knight himself and the Radiance along with some other bosses in the Pantheons (Oro & Mato, Sheo, Sly, and God Master). I don’t know many of the names for any of the bosses’ attacks, either, so... just bear with me. 

This will focus on major-ish boss fights, so Dream Warriors/Dream Variants won’t be included unless they pertain to what I want to say about the original fight... although I will say this: Gorb and Marmu are adorable. (Just know for the bosses I won’t have on here, I struggled a lot to fight them - yes, even the easier ones. I’m very dumb. Only fight not mentioned on here that I did decently on was No-Eyes, which I somehow beat on my first try. I think I beat Uumuu on my first try, too, but I don’t remember.)

1. The False Knight - This guy was able to blindsight me when I first started the game, mostly because I was still trying to get a feeling for the game controls and was struggling with moving out of the way fast enough, but after having fought him multiple times now, I’m really appreciative that this guy is the first boss. His attacks are simple, he gives you ample time to escape the shockwaves he sends out, and as long as you remember the guy has a mace that he flails around after you beat up his un-armoured maggot face, he’s a relatively easy boss on repeat playthroughs and in the Pantheon. (*cough cough* Failed Champion is so much faster, guys, don’t be a dumb like me.)

2. Hornet - I’m gonna group the fight in Greenpath and the Kingdom’s Edge fight together for Hornet. I absolutely despised fighting her the first few times I played the game because I had no idea what her pattern was or what to expect from her. After finally going back and fighting her again, I really enjoy this fight. Her lunge attack and the quasi-homing attack are easy to figure out, the string attack is easy to avoid and gives you time to dive in for a quick Nail attack or two, and the spike traps in the Kingdom’s Edge fight are decently manageable as long as she doesn’t trap you in a corner - that screwed me over a few times. Not to mention with her laughing occasionally during the fight, it doesn’t feel too much like a proper fight. Instead, it feels more like a sparring match between two equals. I even enjoyed it when she blocked my attacks because it was just so much fun to fight her.

3. Soul Master - This guy fucking sucked to fight I couldn’t avoid his homing attacks for the longest time, his shockwave attacks are a lot more devastating than the False Knight’s, and he’s relatively quick. I actually rage-quit his fight a few times because I was so tired of fighting him and ended up going to fight (and beat) the Mantis Lords to get some better upgrades. Desolate Dive is absolutely worth the fight, though.

4. The Mantis Lords - I actually really enjoyed this fight, just like I enjoyed the Hornet fight. To quote my friend who I constantly asked for tips on how to fight certain bosses, “one mantis is the low-stakes warm-up, and then 2 is the endurance test.” He is very right, too. It starts out with one Mantis to give you a feeling for how the fight will go, then the second stage is two of them attacking at once. I ended up relying on whenever they did the downward dive attack to deal damage, but I found a way to jump carefully over their full-arena lunge attack so I was close enough to attack after they stopped. It was a fun fight - not to mention it makes all of the Mantises in Mantis Village docile and gives you the Mark of Pride charm, so definitely worth it.

5. Dung Defender - I only really did this fight to finally get the Isma’s Tear Ability because screw the acid hazards. (Isma’s Tear also comes in handy during the Uumuu fight later on.)  I beat him on my first try, but it was primarily thanks to Desolate Dive. Desolate Dive can force DD out of the ground and stagger him for a short period of time, which is immensely helpful when you can’t get a good attack in otherwise. He’s also just one of the more humourous fights in the game.

6. Flukemarm - It embarrasses me to say that I actually died to this boss. I had lost track of where her projectiles/children were coming from and I kept falling into the water below her, so it took me two tries to beat her. It wasn’t all that hard of a fight, considering. Howling Wraiths/Abyss Shriek does extremely quick work of her.

7. Crystal Guardian - It’s a little crazy that I didn’t take more than twenty tries to beat this guy ‘cause usually I’m really bad at fighting enemies with laser attacks. The Crystal Heart was absolutely worth fighting this guy, though, and the extra bench comes in handy later on when going Grub-collecting.

8. Broken Vessel - I accidentally ran into this fight when I was exploring the Ancient Basin, but his fight isn’t... terrible? It was hard, don’t get me wrong, but its attacks were relatively easy to block/avoid, but they cover a lot of ground and can blindsight you when you least expect it.

9. The Collector - So... I had to look this guy up because I was trying to find more grubs to save, and needless to say, its fight was insanity-filled fun. It only really jumps around, tries to grab you, and throws Vengeflys, Aspid Hunters, and Baldurs at you, but it can get overwhelming at times. I primarily died whenever the Collector backed me into a corner and a Baldur attacked me while I was distracted. Also, when he staggers for the last time, I legit took a moment to realize “Oh, wait, shit, I need to keep attacking. Hold on-” and take it down.

10. Zote the Mighty - This fight was sooo hard, guys - nah, I’m just kidding. It took a while to actually get past Wave 6 of the Trial of the Warrior, but after that, it didn’t take long to get to Zote and kick his ass. I actually tried the Grey Prince Zote fight once after getting back to Dirtmouth, and he wrecked me pretty badly. Overall, though... just volley Zote in the Trial against the wall. It’s so much easier. 

11. Nosk - This fight scared the shit outta me. Nosk moves extremely fast, but after I realized what I could do to cheese the fight, it wasn’t as bad. I had read that standing near the corner of the middle platform protects you from most of Nosk’s attacks, and... yeah, it really does. Make sure to be ready to move when Nosk leaps to the ceiling, though - he will absolutely hit you. Also, be warned: if you die during the Nosk fight and have to go back to collect your Shade, Nosk will charge you and start the fight back up, so you have to be quick about getting your soul back. I almost learned that the hard way.

12. Traitor Lord - Now we’re into the fights that I have not yet beaten but I’ve fought multiple times. Traitor Lord is brutal to fight, and I don’t know what I’d do without the extra damage from Cloth. The best strategy for the Traitor Lord is to stay relatively close to him so he doesn’t pull out his long-range attack. Shade Dash is a must for the fight, but you also need to be careful if you try to use the Sharp Shadow Charm. I nearly died on my way to the fight because I didn’t realize Sharp Shadow gave you a bit more length when dashing and it threw off my platforming skills. I still need to beat the guy, though, so I may find some stuff that I can use in later fights.

13. Hive Knight - I... *sigh* I don’t like this fight. It’s another fight I haven’t beaten, and it hurts me, mostly because I only have two Charms left to collect before I get Salubra’s Blessing - Kingsoul/Void Heart and Hiveblood, the latter of which requires beating the Hive Knight. Beating the Hive Knight will apparently make all of the bees in the Hive docile (similar to fighting the Mantis Lords,) but his fight takes me off-guard so many times just because I still can’t get a feeling for how to best fight the guy. 

14. Troupe Master Grimm - ...Okay, I see why people love this guy. His fight doesn’t even feel like a fight - it feels like a deadly dance with Death itself. His attacks are beautiful but deadly, he moves extremely quickly, and he blindsighted me many times when I tried to figure out which attack he was going for. His entire character is amazing, too - his tall physique and the air of mystery he always holds during the fight is just- *squeee* I love him! I love him so much! 🥰 The fact that people constantly compare him to a vampire fits, too - his entire design screams “inspired by vampire lore.” His stagger (which I have only gotten once and then proceeded to get wrecked by his quote-unquote “Pufferfish” attack) causes him to explode into a swarm of bats with the Grimmchild at the center, and it startled me when it happened because I didn’t even realize I had gotten him down to 4/5 of his health. Even with a Pure Nail and all of the Void versions of my spells, he still is hard to fight, but by God, I have the time of my life while fighting him.

#hollow knight #hollow knight bosses #ellie plays videos games #ellie speaks #help i've become a grimm fan aaaaaaa

[peregrineggsandham]

Do I have far, far too much work to do that I am not doing? Yes.

Have I gotten to Absolute Radiance and am now practicing her in the Hall of Gods? Also yes.

The screen is so bright gold and white it hurts my eyes. I am ready and willing to murder the sun.

Y'all. Y'all I'm so proud of myself. I am demonstrably not good at platformers - I still routinely fall trying to jump onto the one (1) platform between the two floors of the Hall of Gods. I don't track multiple moving objects on the screen well. I have a collection of facial tics that tear my eyes away for seconds at a time, largely out of my control. (I recorded most of my first playthrough and there are so many times where I just pause the game and wait for my eyeballs to cooperate again.)

And yet. And yet. Our little friend (Ghost? Ghost. I embrace this fan name wholeheartedly) and I made it through, on only the second attempt that actually reached the Pure Vessel.

I don't remember if I made a post the first time I got to them in the fourth pantheon. But. Man. The silent boss scream got me. I got chills! I love that fight, honestly - it's not easy, though I'm pretty consistent with it now, but it's got that same dance-like rhythm of Grimm and the Mantis Lords that I adore so much. I was so excited when I realized that, and figuring out how to deal with each attack reliably was so, so much fun. (Though I still can't quite time dashing through their parry strike, and get hit maybe every other time.)

And then, it was time to ascend. Just like Gorb said. He was right all along. I'm sorry I ever doubted you, Gorb. (...I had been calling him Discount Radiance because of his nail spread attack, but now that I'm dealing with Absolute Radiance I've decided she's actually just Knockoff Gorb.)

And now we're here, a tiny thing, shell of wyrm and root, filled with void, pointing their little nail defiantly at the dream of the sun.

I don't know exactly how many attempts it was - though I took note of where I died, I didn't write down when I died to the same boss multiple times in a row, so the list I have likely isn't all attempts... though honestly that didn't happen all that often, since I'd Hall of Gods anyone I died to until I could beat them three times in a row comfortably and with health to spare. And preferably at least once on Ascended, though I haven't tackled the nailmasters there yet. I don't know I'll ever go for Radiant everything, but Ascended everything should be doable one day. Maybe.

...we don't talk about Markoth.

Recorded deaths: Oro&Mato > SoB [so much fun to practice, I love them so much] > Marmu [what have we learned? kill the child, quickly] > O&M [again] > Collector [easily dealt with via strategic charm rearranging] > Uumuu [after much Hall of Gods ascended hell I renamed them "Ohno"] > Sheo [whoops] > No Eyes > Traitor Lord > Lost Kin > Failed Champion [...dang it] > Flukemarm […yeah I have no excuse for that one] > Pure Vessel.

...actually the only reason I think I haven't died to Markoth in the last pantheon is because I went through practicing all the dream warriors on ascended after I realized that the pantheon uses those arenas, reached him, realized I was doomed, but got to where I could consistently get to his second phase. Turns out that translates to consistently beating him in pantheon, where it's the ascended arena but he doesn't do double damage. So. Nice.

It was definitely less than 20 attempts, maybe a solid 15. Got a decent spell-friendly charm setup now, with a little juggling on the bench after Sheo (swapping Quickslash for Unbreakable Strength to oneshot the Collector's aspids) and Hornet Sentinel (grabbing Quickslash again, and Quick Focus).

Anyways. I'm rambling. Point is... I did a thing! Hurrah!

.............................

........I am very tired.

#hollow knight #sam says stuff sometimes

[flecks-of-stardust]

For the Hollow Knight ask game, Gruz Mother and Uumuu, please :3

[ask game referenced] [link to ask box]

Gruz Mother: Were there bosses that you beat the first try?

oh, gosh, lots. i am very much a combat person, and i had some experience with boss combat prior to hollow knight with ori and the will of the wisps, so i think i fared better than i otherwise would have had i dived into hollow knight right off the bat. there are a few bosses where i'm not sure how i did my first try, like vengefly king, but the ones i'm certain about are gruz mother, massive moss charger, gorb, xero, and flukemarm. though with flukemarm it's. i think i deliberately waited until i had shriek before fighting her? and by the time you have shriek it's just. three or four blasts and she's dead, so. lol. not much of a fight.

i also remember i beat mantis lords second try and both hornet fights third try. i actually don't remember for false knight? i know i nearly died to the elder baldur in the ancient mound because i kept trying to heal LMAO like my friend was yelling at me USE YOUR SPELLS and i was like AAAAAAA I'M ALMOST DEAD and i kept hiding in the corner trying to heal and then immediately getting hit by the mini baldur and it was just. a mess. but it's kind of different in a boss arena, i dunno. i think i'm fairly good at recognizing boss patterns? or at least i am now. i run around in godhome too much lmao.

Uumuu: What makes a a boss battle fun for you? What makes it frustrating?

it's a bit of a delicate balance, i guess. i like challenging fights, ones where the stakes are high and everything has to be fluid and mobile. i still like markoth's ascended arena more than his attuned one, and i have fought absrad charmless casually, so that kiiiind of puts this sort of thing into perspective, i think? in general i really like skill based fights, and Yes markoth can be a skill based fight, i do Not care what other people say. but yeah, it means i really like fights like pure vessel, sisters of battle, hornet sentinel, absrad, markoth, nkg, fights where you have to keep the pressure on so they don't keep it on you. double damage can be scary, but like. once i get familiar enough with the fight, it kind of doesn't bother me tbh. i have 9 masks, i can take 5 hits, and i know where to heal.

what i Don't like is pure rng bosses. marmu is the Bane of my fucking existence. as much as i like her as a character and as a concept, i loathe her boss fight with every fiber of my being. i'm sure there's some sort of tactics to fighting her; if remto's r5ab run says anything, it's that you can get consistent with her, but i have not found that consistency because she always pisses me off and i hate fighting her. it's also why p3 is my least favorite pantheon, cause there's elder hu, collector, galien, uumuu, and of course gpz. some of them aren't that hard per se but they're super annoying to fight because of all the rng and it just isn't fun for me. it doesn't feel like i'm actually fighting a boss so much as i'm just dodging the rng bullets sometimes. gpz at least has some skill based elements, and you can find ways to dodge in collector and uumuu's fights, but a lot of the time you're at the mercy of the rng as to whether you're actually going to be able to land hits and. hrgndfgrjkfg. and with marmu it's just fucking pray that you don't get hit, i guess. i don't know. i don't like her fight at all lmao.

#ask game #props to remto by the way. r5ab is an absolutely legendary achievement #anyway yes markoth's ascended arena is better and he's not a pure rng fight. this is a hill i'm more than willing to die on #some things might be phrased a bit poorly here #low on spoons still #i will not main tag this i think

[hollowknightheadcanons]

So I heard Hollow Knight Pokemon aus are on the menu

Not so much "Hollow Knight characters as Pokemon trainers," as "AU where Hollow Knight characters ARE Pokemon so maybe this is mystery dungeon"

For the most part, I tried to make everyone a different kind of Pokemon unless they're family (like the vessels and Nailmasters) or just generally look like the same species to me (like Elderbug and Zote). ...This forced me to shove some square pegs into round Pokedex entries. I also made this about a month ago so I'm a bit confused by some of my own choices, in hindsight, but there's only so many fitting Bug mons.

Ghost- Fomantis (on account of Fomantis being something that looks like a bug rather than being a bug; it has the right proportions & silhouette, and has a lil bit of a cloak, and since it's either a bug-shaped plant or a very plant-aligned bug it seemed fitting for something born of Root) THK- Lurantis (same reasoning as above, but now Tall)

Hornet- Spinarak Herrah- Ariados

Quirrel- Karrablast (I seriously considered making him a Wimpod or Golisopod, but I decided that Karrablast looked more Quirrel-y than Golisopod could, in the end)

Elderbug- Swadloon (it has the right sort of forlorn look to it) Zote- Swadloon, but somehow lamer (since I think Elderbug and Zote are the same species)

Cornifer- Kricketune Iselda- Leavanny (which I guess makes her the same species as Elderbug and Zote, but nothing else fit her. The runner-up choice was Ledian, which worked even less)

Sly- Masquerain

Bretta- Illumise, very tentatively

Myla- Ledyba

Confessor Jiji- Sliggoo

Tiso- Durant

Cloth- Nincada

Last Stag- Vibrava

Nailmasters- Vikavolts

Nailsmith- Heracross, which fits him like a glove. If I was forced to defend just one of my HK-characters-as-Pokemon picks, it would be Nailsmith as Heracross

Grubs- Wurmples Grubfather- An extra large Wurmple, I suppose. When all of the grubs are rescued he gives you Beautifly's Elegy.

Salubra- Shuckle

Snail Shamans- Shelmets and Accelgors (in nice spiral hats, of course)

Mosskin- Burmy family Unn- some kind of divine Swalot

The Hunter- Genesect (I excuse him being a Legendary with the headcanon that The Hunter was once the higher being of Deepnest. Otherwise, I'd pigeonhole him as Kabutops)

Grimm- Gliscor Grimmchild- the tiniest Gligar, but somehow Fire-type

Mister Mushroom- Shiinotic Various Fungal Wastes folk- Paras/Parasect, Foongus/Amoonguss, Shroomish/Breloom (Waaah)

Mantis Youths/Mantis Petras- Scythers Mantis Lords/Mantis Traitors- Scizors of varying size Traitor Lord- Mega Scizor (empowered by the Infection)

Monomon- Tentacool

Marissa- Vivillon

Lemm- My notes from a month ago say Venomoth, which makes no sense. O great Lemm fan, kindly pick up the torch where I have dropped it, and succeed in picking a Pokemon for Lemm where I have failed

Lurien- I'm just making him a Yanma or Yanmega because nothing else works for Yanma, and nothing else really seems to work for Lurien either

Tuk- a VERY large Venipede

Ogrim- Golisopod Isma- Ribombee or perhaps Roserade (if it wasn't a Mythical mon I'd make her a Celebi) Dryya- Leavanny Hegemol- Pinsir Ze'mer- Shedinja; she looks like she should be a Pheromosa, but I'm hesitant to make anyone short of a higher being an Ultra Beast

Seer- Butterfree

God Tamer- Durant with a giant Kabuto Lord Fool- Armaldo

Hivelings- Combee Hive Knight- Beedrill Vespa- Vespiquen

Midwife- Drapion (its mandibles remind me a bit of her mask, and its typing fits her vibes better than Centiskorch)

Marmu- Caterpie Markoth- Dustox Xero- Ninjask Gorb- Blipbug No Eyes- another Shedinja Elder Hu- Volbeat? Galien- Pinsir

The Radiance- a divine Volcarona

The White Lady- a divine Tsareena?

The Pale King- some kind of divine & very stylized Orbeetle? I'm drawing a blank here

—————

Okay I FINALLY got around to answering this, I started playing PMD and it reminded me of the post.

I’m gonna be honest I do not know many of these pokémon so I would be bad at deciding whose who.

But I think the vessels should be phantumps. Look at the shiny version. It’s literally a vessel.

As for Lemm, I asked my friend and they suggested he could be a galarian yamask, since they look like they are holding little relic pieces!

#while we were playing i was making jokes about lemm and my friend was like “waIT PMD AU WITH LEMM AND QUIRREL” so. #i think in that au specifically lemm should be an eevee #submission #long post #i’m not tagging everyone

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Dementlieu arc part 6

"The play was postponed because that small minded master of revels doesn't understand what true art is. Also because I didn't pay his bribe. Thirty gold pieces indeed. He's not worth fifteen silver." "His undertaker would beg to differ."

"We just 24ed an imp for that.”

“Also, you literally live in a place shrouded in mists with demonstrable magic and are talking to a genie fucker.  But curses are too far?”

"I think you underestimate how desperately some people want to be famous." “No. We’ve met your son.”

Jonni: “I’ll question the ladies.” Gorbash gives her a look. "This is business. Fun comes after there isn't a murderer running about." Jonni: “I have a very personal investigative style.”

"Well then we do this the hard way. We question everyone, check the place for more fiends, and put a protection detail on the most likely targets. I'll be damned if I let a bloody play get anyone else killed on my watch."

"You had better call the cops, there is a handsome in my mirror." Irost points. "Marshal. Arrest his mirror."

Jonni grabs his shirt and hair with Mage Hand and yanks up. “What are you hiding! Answer me!” ... "Now if you don't mind, I have a play to rehearse. And tell your friend she needs to SWITCH TO DECAF." "She did."

"You smell like funnel cake." “The hells a funnel cake and why does it sound both delicious and deadly?”

Vanessa comes in, she is a dour young woman with black hair and green eyes, dressed as a queen.  "Can we hurry this up. i need to get back to rehearsing," she says in a flat monotone voice. Jonni:

Gorbash twitches. "Jonni sense is tingling."

OOC: So she got this role by either magic or theater politics I'm not sure which is more dangerous.

"Guys, she is telling the truth. I'm pretty sure a 4 year old whose face is covered with crumbs could lie better about stealing from a cookie jar than she could lie."

She discretely pulls out a bag of 50 gold and drops it on the floor. "Oops." Marshal puts the bag back in her hand. Jonni very quickly adds that to the pile. GM: Jonni and Marshal roll init to see who gets to it first. Marshal OOC: 20 Jonni OOC: 14 GM: Sorry Jonni, Marshal moves at the speed of justice.

Marshal makes a mental note to borrow the theater workshop to craft a bludgeon-sized holy symbol.

"You are making facts fit a theory." "But it's so dramatic! It HAS to work!"

“Yup, that tripped Gorb’s apocalypse sense. That’s our guy.”

Vanessa glows, and her face fully heals.  From above you, you hear a loud "OH COME ON."

"I will bless every room in this theatre if I have to."

"Rest in Detroit, fiend."

“In my defense, I was trying to stun him…” "In your offense, you killed him."

"You killed my baby brother.  Now you DIE." "137." "What was that?" “That’s how many times I’ve heard that.” "I'd have thought it'd be higher." “I mean, that was exclusively for little brothers. I’ve been keeping track of each variation.”

"You will know pain gnome. All of you know pain." “38.”

"Know pain, know gain."

You send the devil plowing through a nearby wall. "Anyone get the number of that Paladin?" “Oh, ho! Three.”

[B]"EXODUS DEMONUS!"[/B] You drive your sword into the fiend, and it begins smoking, as it explodes with holy fire, incinerating the fiend. "THAT'S EXODUS DIABOLUS YOU SLAAAAAAG..."

OOC: Jonni’s not a cop. She’d never mistreat authority, because she’d never accept it.

OOC: If I didn't know better, I'd think this was the Weed Oni from White Plume Mountain.

GM OOC: Also you guys have great luck you picked out the two shapeshifted monsters in the cast. OOC: 

OOC1: Terrifying thought... Funnel Cake Spider. OOC2: NOPE! OOC3: ...Kill it. Kill it now. GM OOC: You guys are giving me ideas for the Fundertainment land service tunnels.

OOC1: Yeah, once we hit that point Nyx is going to be a major badass. OOC2: Eh, she's already a major badass. She'll be a colonel badass.  Wait...is colonel above or below a major? OOC3: Above. OOC2: Good. Might want to stop there. Becoming a General Badass isn't as impressive... OOC4: But what about a Brigadier-General? Or a Major-General?

OOC: At 10 Jonni gets to turn her vessel into the fuck bus…. I mean place for the whole party to rest.

OOC: That's one Imp point for Gorbash in the Imp Wrasslin event, and one for Jonni at the Imp Skeet Shoot.

"I'm the one who started that UwU thing. It's why Asmodeus demoted me and flung me into Ravenloft." Asmodeus: "YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT I DID. WE HAVE STANDARDS MAN."

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft

[hkfuckabilityranking]

Official Hollow Knight Boss Fuckability Ranking

Grey Prince Zote (#31) The Ultimate incel. This guy is so obsessed with himself that he can’t comprehend anyone else having a personality. He pounds you for one minute without lube, comes, and immediately falls asleep. I cannot describe how little I want to fuck him. 

Galien (#30) This man is not to be trusted. You know he’d open the door for you to be “chivalrous,” complain about feminists, and say you owe him sex because he paid for dinner. 

Traitor Lord (#29) I don’t know how else to put it— this man is a sexist homophobe. He was so threatened by his own sisters’ authority that he went and sucked on some toxic orange goo to be better than them. This man is an incel. 

The Collector (#28) Look, normally I’d be into a black amorphous blob, but the man is Obsessed with grubs. I don’t want to fuck something that likes kidnapping kids. 

Gorb (#27) Classic example of ‘being intelligent doesn’t mean you’re interesting.’ Obsessed with himself. Would Not treat me right. 

Flukemarm (#26) Look at all those sexy, sexy hol— nope, I can’t do it. Maybe some people want to fuck those holes, but I’m still stuck on her living in the sewers. 

Massive Moss Charger (#25) This is. A Bush. I do not want to fuck a bush. 

Nosk (#24) Would eat me and not in the sexy way (unless you’re into vore). Nice legs though. 

Winged Nosk (#23) Every benefit and drawback as Nosk, except that it has wings, which gives it a slight edge. 

Dung Defender (#22) A nice guy, but he’s senile and bathes in literal shit. Sorry dude, but you’re not fuckable. 

Elder Hu (#21) Sorry folks, I don’t have an old guy kink. Even if he’ll literally smash me to bits, that doesn’t make up for his age. 

White Defender (#20) Dung Defender, but before his fall. Decent combatant, devoted to his friends, but you know he’s just going to end up rolling in shit. 

Vengefly King (#19) Looks like he’d be hard to kiss, but he’s a literal king AND he can hold you up while he fucks you on the ceiling. Unfortunately, he’s emotionally unavailable. How can I tell? I just Know. 

Enraged Guardian (#18) Same benefits and drawbacks of the crystal guardian, he’s just faster 

Crystal Guardian (#17) Slow, screams a lot, but decent color sense. 

Soul Master (#16) Powerful, can fly, can do magic. Unfortunately, he’s obsessed with power and won’t spend enough time on me. He’ll lock himself away in his study instead of locking me to the bed. 

Markoth (#15) Classic shield, skilled at magic, nice cape, good color scene. Unfortunately, he likes to make you follow him around, and that’s not sexy. 

Brooding Mawlek (#14) Social, loving, with an orange goo hot tub on top of its head? It might not be the most fuckable, but it’s a decent hookup 

Uumuu (#13) Normally, I’d be down for tentacles. Unfortunately, with uwu there’s nothing TO fuck— the tentacles are too short. Electricity is Very sexy though

Soul Warrior (#12) Look at him— classy, althetic, has a sword. It’s everything I look for in a dinner date and hookup. 

False Knight (#11) Big. Strong. That’s a bear right there. Also, the armor? Very sexy. -2 points because he doesn’t fill out his armor. 

God Tamer (#10) This lady loves her pet, and I can respect that. Unfortunately, she’s also not an incredible fighter. Nothing special, nothing terrible. 

Xero (#9) Now THIS is a man with swords. Two swords? Four swords? Six swords? He has it all. Not to mention his impeccable fashion sense. I’d trust this man to rail me right. 

Watcher Knights (#8) Look, I like a good gangbang as much as the next person, and there are eight of these fellows. Not so sure about the whole roly-poly aspect, but so long as there’s at least two of them focused on me, I’m into it 

Nailmasters Oro and Mato (#7) Look, these guys are absolute units. They’re combat masters, thick as hell, AND there’s two of them. Hell yeah. 

Hive Knight (#6) Cute, devoted, and master of an army. What’s NOT to like? This guy would take you home, make you dinner, and give you oral until you scream. He’s a sweetheart! Unfortunately, he has nothing visually to make him sexier than some of the other characters. 

Hornet (#5) Bicon. Has a sword. Can and Will step on me. What’s not to love? (except her flighty tendencies). She’d fuck me and run, but my god what a fucking it would be. 

Mantis Lords (#4) These are powerful women. They’re competent politicians, incredible warriors, and have some gorgeous horns to boot. Not to mention that there’s THREE of them. These women would take care of me. I’m talking chained to the bed and fucked until I can’t even think. 

The Hollow Knight (#3) This one has it all. Long legs, combat capabilities, horns, a sword, AND a bondage kink. The hk would make love to me, and they’d make love to me WELL 

Grimm (#2) Okay. Okay. This man? This man right here? This is a goth KING. He’s the lord of nightmares, the keeper of the heart, AND he wants to coparent. He’s lithe, slender, an incredible opponent, and he runs his own business. I can’t describe how much I want to peg him. 

Radiance (#1) This woman is a literal Goddess. This woman saw what she loved, and became it. And when an invader came into her land and tried to wipe her out, she destroyed his kingdom. She is beautiful, she is powerful, and I love her more than anything. I would worship the floor beneath her feet, but she’s so powerful she doesn’t even stand on the floor. If she loved me, she would peg me, and I can’t imagine anything sexier than that.

#I'm so sorry #hollow knight

[here-comes-the-idiotbox]

glad folks liked the designs i doodled up 4 th hk/tpoh crossover au thing! heres the refs i did beforehand! little design notes under the cut!

Assok - This character was probably the easiest out of the three to design. I ended up doing their ref first! - they’re a vessel! i just felt it’d be fitting honestly - alternatives were going to be a worm-ish creature (like gorb) or a grub - assoks horns loop over and fuse back into their mask. i like to think this happened before they even hatched, so it’s unlikely this will cause any actual problems for them as they grow - assok’s horns are based off of elephant ears!

Hero - took the longest to come up with a proper design for. i went tested a couple different designs before settling on this one - hero is a lady bug! - while the bugs in hk dont seem to wear shoes, i couldnt pull myself to get rid of her boots. theyre just an integral part of her design for me - hero’s jacket is a combo of her raincoat and her sweater amours - hero’s shell integrates colors from the pyjamas she wears underneath her amour and her hair color - hero was originally going to be a mosskin at one point, before i settled on the lady bug instead.

RGB - while hes the most complex out of the three designs, hes the one that came to me the most easily - he is definitely a butterfly and not a moth - rgb’s wings will change color, typically having whatever emotions he’s feeling most dominate in the appearance, although his default/neutral is seen as above - theres no specific pattern to rgbs wings. i just went wild and did whatever, i certainly dont expect anyone to draw them consistently - rgb DOES wear a mask- coloration and presence inspired by both his screen and him talking about how the sun originally wore a mask - the reason rgb’s ref doesnt have a little blurb is because his wings took so much space on the canvas. SO i just decided to call him a name and be done with it.

#the property of hate #tpoh #rgb tpoh #hero tpoh #assok tpoh #hk #hollow knight #eye strain #again just bc of rgbs wings #mahohn au #crossover #au

[lost-kinn]

fun facts from the wanderer’s journal

- geo is “fossilized bug shells,” (pg 11) with different shells denoting 1 geo, a different shell for 5 geo, and another shell for 10 geo. ellina writes that “even the toll machines accept [the geo shells],” (11) meaning that the pale worm can build a better vending machine than whichever human clown built the piece of shit vending machine outside my office

- chests are cash stashes made by wealthier bugs when hallownest was in its prime, which apparently explains why there’s chests attached to walls and in the middle of a mechanical crushing machine in crystal peak

- about geo deposits: “geo is a naturally-occuring fossil throughout the caverns of hallownest,” (11) which makes me wish that human money could also be found cemented to the sidewalk

- ellina writes that “applying and removing charms is a bit of a tricky process,”  12) and that “a single ill-fitting charm is said to place the wearer’s safety in danger” with such seriousness that i presume that taking charms on and off while walking is ill-advised in the same way that it’s ill-advised not to perform open heart surgery on oneself while walking

- longnail “expands its wearer’s aura,” (13) rather than physically increasing the size of the nail, which sounds a bit like fighting with nails are 50% physical metal and 50% naruto ninja chakra

- ellina refers to hallownest as “hostile bug-infested lands” (15) as if she herself and basically everyone else in the cast are not also bugs

- benches are wide enough to seat two people and taking up the whole bench is considered “rude” (14), which explains why the player knight felt the need to murder the Crystal Guardian for manspreading on public seating

- a lot of forgotten crossroads public infrastructure and carts are confirmed to be made of “shells” (18), which i presume are not sea shells. ellina is also rather perturbed by how many shells are in the shaman’s burial mound (22), double confirming that a lot of hallownest is made of corpses. reduce reuse recycle, apparently

- ellina speculates that the husk statues lining the crossroads might be fossilized husks, which is such an oddly specific detail that it makes me think she’s onto something

- whispering roots can apparently induce “bewildering, vivid dreams” (23) if you sleep under it, which i know is supposed to be a reference to the radiance but also. yknow. blaze it

- salubra confirmed to use she/her pronouns in the event anyone was wondering (24)

- husk guards apparently cause shockwaves just by slamming their dummy thicc asses on the ground hard enough to kill you (28)

- there is still no explanation as to why massive moss charger is in godhome

- ellina writes “the pale king apparently took great interest in civil engineering” (57) at which point i lost my SHIT for ten minutes straight because the fact that they even have the phrase “civil engineering” implies that they have enough types of engineering to specify “civil,” and also that there’s enough bugs going to civil engineering school for that to even be a term?? is there a bug SAT to get to engineering school?? do yall have to take bug calculus to qualify?? yall have bug higher education???? do bugs stay up at night worrying about whether their bugs letters of recommendation will land them their bug nine-to-five engineering job in a bug cubicle??????

- the old stag is specified to have “strong legs” (58) which personally kills me specifically, a person who is co-writing a fanfic called “stag beetles and broken legs” based off a central metaphor in which stag beetles have fragile legs

- the mantises apparently pre-date hallownest, and outlived hallownest too (60)

- relic seeker lemm offered to buy ellina’s wanderer’s journal for 200 geo to her face without even waiting for her to die, which is like the real-life equivalent of paying someone 200 bucks to read their diary while they’re still alive and also right in front of you

- watcher knights are confirmed to be corpse-shells reanimated by infected flies, which makes me feel some type of way about getting my ass kicked for four hours straight by a bunch of flies

- ellina writes that “the web-walking critteres [denizens of deepnest] seem to have little trouble traversing [the holes in deepnest’s path],” which implies to me that their method of public infrastructure was “git gud”

- confirmed that only the elite of the elite could ride on the tram due to needing a pass from the king himself, which feels like a segregation of public transportation i’ve seen before 

- a specimen called “little weaver” is shown to be wearing a red cloak like hornet (91)

- ogrim confirmed to train by throwing balls of dung around all by his damn lonely self and apparently still manage to have a good time (99)

- pg 136 pretty clearly specifies that the teacher’s archives were specifically meant to house, preserve, and record all of monomon’s knowledge, not spread that knowledge or even have that knowledge be used, which is a fun characterization of monomon that i’m just going to ignore

- ellina writes that the hinged platforms in the queen’s gardens “come in handy for gradual descents” as if she doesn’t know damn well that those sons of bitches are the second hardest platforming challenge in the game

- ellina infers from the size of gorb’s head that “it must have been a genius” (149) further proving that ellina is a 100% reliable narrator whose speculations are always correct

- ellina implies that since there’s eggshells found in the depths of the abyss, it’s not so much that the pale king hatched his child-vessels on the ground level and threw the unsatisfactory vessels into the abyss, but that they were all born in the abyss, like a giant breeding petri dish, and the pale king only saw fit to bring the “pure vessel” out of the abyss. this might only be ellina’s inference, but that does explain why the player knight’s egg is in the abyss and the player knight had to crawl their way out.

- ellina writes on page 158 that the void liquid “seems to have a mind of its own, and lashes out at intruders, either to push them away or to pull them under,” confirming once and for all that the void is, at its heart, a tsundere

- although the journal never uses they/them pronouns for any character, there’s several characters that are only referred to as it/its. in some cases, this seems like a clear denotation that they’re considered “sub-human” (for lack of a better phrase) such as the baldur (32) or infected husks. some characters that you’d think would have a gender are referred to with it/its, such as gruz mother (33) and flukemarm (101). other characters are referred to with it/its even though they don’t typically classify as “mindless bugs,” such as steel soul jinn (9), the hunter (41), soul warrior (75), crystal guardian (83). every character with a he/him pronoun or she/her pronoun from the game obviously retains these pronouns, even in cases where the gender wasn’t well-identified in the base game (e.g. willoh, she/her pronouns, page 57; soul master, he/him pronouns, pg 75).

10/10. beautiful. wonderful. excellent work

#hollow knight #talk #lore