#spiralknigit

[hallowknighted-blog]

@spiralknigit { event }

Nervousness is a new thing for them. Fear is an emotion they’d come to know well over their time in Hallownest, but this sort of strange gut-twisting endless string of what ifs is altogether different.

When they’d left their house, it had seemed like a great idea to go meet their knight friend and tell him what had happened, but now that they’re standing outside his door, they're not so sure. What if the knight doesn’t recognize them? What if he’s disappointed, or alarmed? They’re fairly certain they wouldn’t be feeling these emotions if they were still a Vessel, but here they are, standing out on his front step wringing their little hands together.

They swallow down the overwhelming new emotions, reach out, and knock softly on the front door, then step back, tense as they waited for a response.

[portalante-blog]

[To: Ix ( @spiralknigit )]

[From: mARJI]

[text] so when r you goin to hunter’s place with pocky? I want to see this

[hoshidancode]

starter - @spiralknigit

Minding her own business, Kagero’s merely playing with one of her ‘weapons’ which was a fidget spinner. She had tried throwing them like a throwing star but the weight was a bit heavy for one. It’s no laughing matter. IT was her actual weapon that the gods in this island gave her that merely she’s nothing but a trendful joke. That is where she gets her attention to him.

“May i help you with something?” She has her suspicion raised and added, “Unless you’re here to make fun of me.”

[isolaradiale]

Hello hello, it's the evening of 2/15 as I type this, but I would like to take Ixtharion from Spiral Knights, Phecda from Devil Survivor 2, Agent Grey from Iconoclasts, and The Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight off of hiatus. Need some writing distractions and whatnot.

They’ll be noted for you!

-- mod altair.

[isilugay]

Which are your 3 favorite blogs on Isola and why?

{ aaAAA that’s a really hard one!! I have a couple of really good RP friends that I’m tempted to say all six (pending a seventh) of their blogs, but atm my choices are:

Ixtharion ( @spiralknigit ) - I adore this dork a lot, in both character and writing style. I’ve participated a bit in his world-building via Discord RP (yeahhh he’s one of my friends’ muses, so what) and arted his equally awesome moms and just. Hhhhhh I love Ix

Travis Touchdown ( @suplex51 ) - I also love one (1) fourth-wall-breaky, fighty, Varian-dad-ing, sometimes crass but ultimately gallant guy with the best laser sword this side of Tatooine. Ignore my other muse being picky with her weapons, it’s really cool. Always fun to read on my dash. Tiger Shark forever.

The Knight/Little Ghost ( @hallowknighted ) - Another friend dork but said friend’s writing is objectively awesome, plus I’m very into Hollow Knight at the moment so that’s a plus! Ghost is adorable, I love all the headcanons about them, 11/10 would explain to them that the sun is not a screamy moth and it’s not trying to kill them

Honorable mentions: Aleksei “Hunter” Toivanen, Evie Grimhilde, Priscilla, Agent Grey, Misogi Kumagawa, Peridot, Battler Ushiromiya, Winter Schnee, Varian, Phecda the Septentrione, Steven Universe, Yamato Hotsuin, Tristepin Percedal and Rubilax, Rosa Cervantes

This is just chosen from currently active blogs; there’s quite a few inactive ones (notably Parma, Agent Black, and Venom Snake) that I love as well!! Tbh these choices are not the be-all end-all; if this ask had been sent a day or two earlier or later I might pick someone different! All my mutuals are so great… ^A^ }

[wildberryoras]

@spiralknigit   ☆ @maskcftlalli   ☆ @nicelandwrecker

Upon the back of a discarded pizza box, he writes.

[We need name suggestions. Anything involving Stardust is off limits. Team Fisticuffs?]

*:・ﾟ☆

[cv01android-blog]

The weather was acting... strange. Very strange. It felt as if in an instant the weather turned from a pleasant spring breeze to that of an unusually frigid winter. The sky blackened, snowflakes pouring forth with the wisps of cold air. The snow began to collect on the ground quickly, and in what felt like minutes, the outside was blanketed in a couple inches of snow.

Miku watches from the safety of her room, expression wracked with concern as she peers out at the terrible weather through her window.

And as she watches the snow fall, movement among the white backdrop caught her attention. Somebody was wading through it towards the building. They weren’t very tall, but they were very familiar.

Immediately, she unlatches her window and pulls it open, leaning forward to call out to the small knight.

“Ixtharion!” She yells, hoping to be heard over the howling of the wind. “Is that you?!”

@spiralknigit

[talvinenampuja-blog]

          ...

          It's late at night. Very late. Perhaps the others in A-3 would’ve noticed what sounded like a small cry coming from one of the bedrooms, something that sounded like terror. Perhaps they wouldn’t have.

          He can’t think. He can’t think and he’s scared and he isn’t entirely sure where he is and he feels so much and can’t handle it. His best friend doesn’t live here, his dog is back in its pokeball, so his brain latches onto one singular piece of safety.

          Ix’s Christmas gift had been a very large bed, too large for one small person, so very late at night a trembling figure in a too-large t-shirt and shorts curls up at the foot of it like a frightened cat.

@spiralknigit

[judgeofparadise-archived-blog]

an accident within itself -- [closed]

Thoughts of that broken mirror and chair remain with her. Even now, as she flies through the city, aiming to remove herself from such destruction, she racks her head trying to figure out any common links with her strange behavior. It’s all uncharacteristic for her -- this, she’s well aware -- and it’s leaving her no less than anxious.

She continues, going as far as she can go, that is, until her inattention leads her in the direct path of someone else. While she very narrowly misses the other, this reality doesn’t do much to calm her already rattled nerves.

“Please-- please!” Thus begins a small bit of loud lecturing on her part.

“Pay attention to where you’re going!”

@spiralknigit

[zoratastic]

spiralknigit 

“Everything here seems so.. Sleek and metallic. I have never seen structures this elegant before.“

He was still confused as to how he had even been brought to this world without any kind of recollection, but the scenery around him was enough to momentarily distract him from his question. Did those people who resembled Hylians build these?

[thexj9]

@spiralknigit

It was only natural for people to get worked up after a disaster, it was to be expected. However, making a mob wasn’t. Jenny couldn’t believe how stupid everyone was being - instead of helping out anyone in trouble they were yelling about some Nightmare Knight. 

“Stop it! We have more important things to do right now!” If he was the culprit, it would be for heroes like her to stop him and later, not a bunch of civilians right now. She dropped from the sky, landing in front of one mob group with her arms outstretched, attempting to stop them. She opened her mouth to say more, to try convincing them to calm down and help those who were hurt, when they very unceremoniously slammed her against broken rubble and continued marching after whoever they thought they were after.

“Ugh.” She rubbed the back of her head, shooting a glare at the mob. “We should be helping people, not making a mob!”

[hallowknighted-blog]

What's this? It seems Flarefang has gotten himself stuck in a box. A box that is now on your table. They are not exactly amused right now.

The give my muse an item meme I think?

There’s a box rattling on their table, and they’re not sure they entirely like the look of it or the fact that someone else managed to get a box into their room without them knowing. Is this just a common thing that happens here?

But the last box had gone well, so they step forward and cautiously open it…and sigh. This creature of Ix’s really was like the Grimmchild in terms of managing to get itself stuck in bizarre places it shouldn’t be able to fit in the first place. Though their new form allows them a spark of fondness as they lift Flarefang out of the box, scratching his head.

“I am sorry. What do you eat? I will get you something to make up for being stuck in there, and when we will take you home…”

[portalante-blog]

Funny, how so much can go so horribly wrong in a single instant.

It was just supposed to be a drop-in visit. Say hi to Hunter and Ix before walking to work, knowing Hunter would be there before her even if he left five minutes after. Maybe get Ix a good non-bitter coffee if he needs one. Determine how many Jolly Ranchers she should slip into Hunter’s uniform pocket. They're supposed to be in the kitchen, finishing up breakfast or just chatting as they got ready for the day. She’s supposed to be greeting them, picking up the flashlight she left here by accident yesterday afternoon, maybe watching with a smile as they share a quick kiss before going their separate ways.

Instead, the kitchen is empty. Lights all off. Kettle on the wrong burner - Ix hasn’t even made his morning tea yet. No lingering smell of omelets, or anything else.

Marji thinks they must have both slept in, for about two seconds. What are the odds, she wonders, for about two seconds. Until she sees Hunter’s door, ajar but with no light spilling into the dim hallway. Until she hears someone crying, around the notes of a soft, sad song.

Three running steps take her into the room. At first, she wonders crazily if she’s made a mistake, if this isn’t Hunter’s room but the one that has no one in it, because everything is - gone. Hunter’s phone and equipment belt on the desk, his jetpack in the corner, his miscellaneous stuff on top of the bureau - his bed looks like it’s never been slept in. The carpet under the desk is clean, the coffee stain he put in it three weeks ago vanished. There’s nothing here. Nothing.

And no Hunter.

There’s just Ix. On his knees in front of the open closet doors. Clutching Hunter’s poncho to his chest.

Marji’s finding it a little hard to breathe. What’s going on? What’s - what is this? “Ix,” she starts, why is her voice shaking, why- “where’s Hunter? Did - did he sleep here last night?” She can’t move. There’s a sick feeling rising in her chest.

@spiralknigit

[celestialcanine]

@spiralknigit

It was the season of giving. A holiday unique to this realm, but one Amaterasu quickly become well familiar with. It was hard to miss it; humans adorned the outer shell of their houses with colorful, flashing decorations and ritually passed around gifts this time of year. Its excitement was contagious, and something Amaterasu enjoyed being apart of. 

So when Amaterasu had caught sight of a particular, familiar someone that she had met one of her past ‘’visits’’ to the city, it was only natural for her to go out and find a suitable gift for him. He had generously bought her a meal once after all! While she didn’t particularly know or understand any of his interests, the wolf had managed to find what she thought was a suitable, fetching gift. 

Unnoticed, the wolf followed him home one day and waited from afar for him to go inside... deciding then to trot up to his door and scratch at it, a woven wood basket with something warm and bundled within carried carefully in her jaws. She then sat and waited politely, patiently, her ink tipped tail raveled neatly around her paws.

[isolaradiale]

Ixtharion of the Spiral Order, checking in. App is under the App tab.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Ixtharion!

You’ll be housed in Townhouse 224!

You’ll retain all your previously unlocked skills and abilities.

Have fun!

-- mod spica

[isilugay]

“And over here is the lake,” Mina finishes, sweeping her arm at the expanse of water like the ringmaster of some circus, at which there is only one guest. Said guest’s face lights up, almost as much as it did when Mina showed her the ocean earlier.

“Wow... And all this is fresh?”

“Yeah. Wild, huh?”

“It’s...staggering, sometimes, the things I’ve never seen.”

“Oh. Yeah, I can imagine how that might be... I’m glad you stayed safe, though.”

“As am I. At least there’s this to enjoy with you.”

“Awww. I have the sweetest girlfriend.” She grins, tickled pink. “Wanna see something else, or just stay here for a while?”

“Let’s move on. You did say time was somewhat short - I want to meet these people you train with, and make sure you’re there on time, of course.”

“You say that as if I’d be late all the time without you!”

Samba just raises an eyebrow. Mina huffs in mock outrage. “Okay, fine, I’m late sometimes, but I’m not completely incompetent...”

“I’m sure you’re not.” Samba grins smugly as Mina leads her off, deeper into Cotes Ward. She’s won, and she knows it. Samba 1, Mina 0.

They tease each other all the way to a snowy little park. “Here’s where I run hand-to-hand drills sometimes. Or, at least I did in the summer. A couple people I know live in Cotes - oh, hey, there’s that knight guy! He told me he has two moms once, like wow, that’s a real thing where he comes from! Hey! Ixtharion!” She flags the tiny blue fuzzball down with a wave, interrupting what looks like a holographic comm call.

@spiralknigit