#but rn it is about hollow knight

[vynnyal]

So let me get this straight:

Hollow knight is about the journey of a small creature possessing the corpse of a god's discarded child, and the character arc that unfolds as they realize they're more than the path they were set to take, eventually defeating the corruption instead of merely postponing inevitable destruction.

Rain world is about the journeys and experiences of many small creatures sent by a bunch of gossiping computers, and the efforts to help stop the destruction caused by a corrupted god that unfolds over hundreds of years, all to postpone his inevitable death.

Man, video games are fun!

[superbellsubways]

HAPPY BDAY HOLLOW KNIGHT!!!!!!

I couldn't pass on drawing my bestie Quirrel.

This game had made a huge impact on me during quarantine 2020 and it's one of my favorite pieces of media of all time? I met so many cool artists and made good friends bc of it. Please check it out if you haven't already, it's gorgeous in alot of ways!

[musings-of-miss-j]

i love hollow knight i put a friend onto it and woke up to four voice messages sent at 2:58 am of her absolutely losing whatever shit she had left over mantis village

[raddest-laddest]

whoever said this sounded like hornet

i could kiss u rn

[prismatoxic]

every day i inch closer to replaying p5r

[sanekfr]

You ever have a really good book or video game and you just REALLLY want to look at how other people feel about it but you know you WILL be spoiled if you do cause I have multiple things like that in my life rn and it’s so painful

[foxgloveinspace]

Hey, ummm… my sleep tone mutuals… I might be getting back into ffvii as well. So like. If you don’t like that… and you wanna chill with me still. Please blacklist ffvii, as that is what I tag it all with.

[flame-shadow]

Ask prompt time! What are some funny situations to put one or more of the following characters into? [ Nailmaster Oro, Elderbug, Old Stag, Soul Master, Lemm, Tiso, Lurien ] Gimme some ideas/prompts. Silly or serious. Other nonlisted characters can be included if they're relevant to one of the listed characters

[bugshine-and-raincloud]

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Obvious choices, I think lol...

I am mentally chewing on him like a chew toy...

I do think he does actually have some kind of sad backstory, based on a couple bits of dialogue, but he is still a prick whomst I want to squeeze lol...

He honestly gives off strong NPD vibes to me... Like, definite delusions of grandeur, plus possible childhood tr*uma, but unlike Roxy (my beloved NPD bestie) his traits just piss me off... I wonder if this is how ableists view me lmao...

I do enjoy having someone to easily dislike in the game, plus I honestly relate to him a bit (NPD moment), so I wouldn't want him not in the game though...🌌

[dailyhollowknightuntilsilksong]

not a suggestion BUT ur a console player right? cuz i see the buttons when u start a fight or do u use a pc and connect it to the controller? (either way it’s p cool to see cuz im a console player and like seeing and finding other console users lmao 😭)

hehe actually no i play on my pc with an xbox controller, since i find using the keyboard to play hk quite harder also recording and sometimes modding the game on consoles would be a paaaain, no idea if you can even mod the game on consoles

[vynnyal]

On a whim I decided to read back thru my blog for once, and I'm... I'm sincerely baffled by how many things are privated 😭 there's literally so much stuff I never shared. Just from this and the drafts there's like 6 videos, a dozen comics, and so much lore. I'm gonna organize this stuff sometime and properly share it, they're anywhere between 3-6 years old but they're cool LOL

[devotedlystrangewizard]

pc gaming seems like such a difficult thing to get into like i have never really experienced getting into it consciously (i was raised on it) but it feels so inaccessible? pc parts are expensive and you have to make your own build if you want something good and some parts dont work well with others and some games dont work well with some parts (i know ive had trouble with mass effect glitching because of my modern nvidia gpu which required a mod to fix) and even if you get prebuilt or a laptop youre not safe from the troubleshooting. the "can my pc run [game]". the bad pc ports.

and you know the worst part. most pc people are so removed from reality that they dont even realize you probably have no idea what amd and nvidia and intel even are. you dont know the difference between an ssd or a hdd. "how much ram do you want" when you dont know what that means. they start talking about the difference between a 4070 and a 3090 and all you can see is the fucking price tags.

[awkwardexxodus]

i love making sonas in the universe of series and games im obsessed with but sometimes its hard to do so because i KNOW id be dead in specific universes. like i could only survive 3 days MAX in those conditions. my sona??? a rotting corpse, sir.

[lancelitttle]

Skill issues ™️

[starscreamingg]

If I'm gonna be real it's getting pretty hard to fuck it we ball in this economy

[sai-int]

U said you were bored so I strike again

(for context its 10 degrees f outside rn) I really just want to fucking bury my cold ass hands underneath Simon's shirt when he's not expecting it. Like ice cubes just resting on his abdomen until he pushes me away or takes my hands to warm them up

I'm not really sure how you could expand on this, maybe a print for how the rest of 141 would react. Idk, go crazy ml 🩷

you're too good to me river, always supplying me with asks like my knight in shining armor—ugh—smooch

cw: none, simon x gn!reader, dribble

The door slammed behind you, the bitter cold cutting like a knife even after you were inside. It clung to your skin, sunk deep in your bones. You yanked your gloves off, flexing your fingers to fight the ache, but they stayed frozen and numb.

Simon was sitting on the couch, one leg stretched out, his shoulders relaxed against the backrest. He didn’t move much when you walked in, just turned his head slightly, his balaclava hiding everything but the faint narrowing of his eyes.

“Bad out there?” he asked, his voice low, steady.

Your breath came out in a huff, your teeth chattering as you kicked off your boots. “Understatement.”

“Put the kettle on,” he said, not looking up as he reached for the mug beside him. His tone was calm, blissfully detatched, as always.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you moved toward him, slow and deliberate. You didn’t stop until you were standing beside him, your shadow spilling over the book in his lap.

Simon looked up, still as stone, his gaze shifting between your face and your hands. You could feel his focus, the way he was already bracing for something.

“What?” he said, wary.

You didn’t give him a chance to react. Without a word, you shoved both hands up under his shirt, pressing your icy fingers against the solid warmth of his stomach.

He jolted, flinching hard enough to almost knock the mug off the table. “Fuckin' 'ell-” His voice was sharp, a rare crack in his steady calm as his hand shot to grab your wrist.

But he didn’t shove you away. Not immediately.

His stomach tensed beneath your touch, every muscle wound tight, like he was holding something back. His hand stayed clamped over your wrist, his grip firm but careful, as if he didn’t trust himself to let go.

“You’re freezing,” he said, his voice low, controlled again, though it carried an edge you couldn’t place.

“Your fault for being warm,” you muttered, trying to sound playful, but the words came out quieter than you intended.

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smirk.

Instead, Simon stayed perfectly still, his hand covering yours now, not pulling it away. His fingers were warm, rough against your raw skin.

You looked up at him, searching his face for something, anything, but all you could see was his eyes, dark and unreadable.

“Doesn’t bother you,” he said finally, the words more observation than question.

“What doesn’t?”

“Me.” His tone was flat, almost hollow. “The mask. The scars. Any of it.”

The weight of his words settled heavy between you, unexpected and uninvited. You blinked, caught off guard, before his meaning hit you like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t about the cold. It wasn’t about your hands, your teasing, or even the small, sharp warmth he let you take from him.

It was about him. What he thought he couldn’t give, what he thought you didn’t see—or worse, did see but ignored.

You didn’t pull your hands back. You pressed them closer, leaning in until the heat of his body chased away the chill entirely.

“No,” you said softly, the word firm. “You don’t bother me. Not a bit.”

Simon didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his fingers flexed around your wrist, just once.

You stayed there a moment longer, long enough to feel the tension drain from his shoulders, long enough to feel the weight he carried shift, if only slightly. When you finally pulled your hands away, the loss of warmth almost stung.

But Simon reached for you this time, catching your wrist before you could step back. His touch was lighter now, careful in a way that made your heart ache.

He pulled your hand back to his stomach, holding it there, firm and unyielding. “Next time y'cold,” he said quietly, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it, “just come to me. Don’t make a show of it.”

There was no teasing, no edge to his words. Just Simon, steady and resolute, his hand still over yours like he wasn’t ready to let go.

And you wouldn't let go.

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