#shovel knight dig kin

[shittykinaesthetics]

Shitty Mole Knight aesthetic: for all his flaws, i feel like mole knight would support a union. so for all you would-be unionbusters out there, ask yourself if you really want to be shown up by the fucking mole knight

[clownmantis]

actual sincere personal post abt an old friend, read at ur own risk

even five years later, i still think abt u often. i dont even know what name u go by now, or if u even use social media. i've tried looking 4 you a couple times with little success, but part of me is ok with that? i'm not even sure if i'd have the courage to reach out to you if i Did find you. even tho its been half a decade since that whole mess

things you introduced me to still remind me of you. sam & max, metal gear, shovel knight, etc. sharing those things with you was some of the most fun i had, back in like, 2015. and clearly i never stopped with the silly kin sh*t

jolly/pon/discord/lex,

i'm so, so sorry. for how awful i was to you and rory/ruben/ashton, and for making you feel like u had to choose sides in some dumb fight i don't remember why i started anymore. the two of you didn't deserve having to deal with me being so weirdly hostile all the time

and i know the snapshot of u in my mind that i've got probably doesn't even reflect the actual you that much anymore. idk. maybe it does, but again, it has been Half A Decade and i'm reluctant to try digging very deep every time i have tried to look for you. i'd hate to find u if u didn't want to be found yk

but i still miss you. i still wish i could tell you all this. i wish i could get to know the you you are now, and see how much you've grown. i wish i could show you how much i have

this is getting way longer than i thought it would but fuck it!! do u know i still have all the art u and rory/ruben/ashton drew of us. even after our dumb spat, i never got rid of it. look

god i just hope you're alright. i hope you're alive, and safe, and Happy, whatever it is ur doing or whoever you're friends with now. and despite everything, i WILL selfishly let myself hope that u see this, someday, somehow

i'm sorry for everything. u were a gift i was lucky to have in my life, for those couple of years

and idk how to end this, so

[arthurs-wife]

Forever - III

Ireland 1541

Maybe it was time for a haircut.

Jedediah Porter sat on a rock and looked at his reflection in his broadsword and ruffled his hair multiple times to make it more presentable. It might never be.

"Aye, Jed, stop your nervous fiddling will you?"

Without looking up, Jed continued to groom his beard, or at least try. He could swear there was more grey in it.

"I'm not nervous," Jed huffed, finally settling and sheathing his sword. He stood up to face Liam, his second-in-command. Since his (very brief) stint in the Norman brigade 400 years ago, Jed had vowed the rest of his life, no matter how long it may be, to defending the native Irish. It was in his blood, anyhow.

"Come, Immortal," Liam chuckled, beckoning him to the rest of the troupe, "before they eat before us."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," Jed grumbled and reached the front of the line where he and Liam began leading the brigade, "I'm not immortal."

"Far be it from me to look at a man who survived a shipwreck and not think he was passed to us from God himself," Liam said. He had always been a superstitious man, but this time, unfortunately, he was right.

"It's not that hard to survive a shipwreck, brother," Jed persisted.

"Then why couldn't anyone else do it?" Liam pointed a stubby finger at him, "and why do you not look any older than you did 20 years ago? I look like a dried up sack of potatoes!"

"So do I, Liam," Jed scoffed, "your sack was just made with burlap and mine jute." He finally let a smile play on his face.

"You right bas-"

"Helmets on, soldiers!"

Jed and Liam straightened immediately and donned their ceremonial helmets, the ones that would get you killed in battle but looked quite nice. They tromped the remaining way to the castle, eager to get this over with. Had Jed not been stupidly immortal, he might have been excited to meet the King of Ireland. This would just be another forty year long cycle of bullshit until he had to deal with another, and another, and another. Maybe he would leave Ireland one day.

The castle doors swung open and Jed was ripped from his thoughts as he gazed at the grandiosity of the place. He tried not to think about how much food was being wasted on these people.

The troops stayed behind while Jed and Liam were led to the throne room where they would meet Henry the VIII and his wife (whichever one it may be) and sit down with them for dinner.

"Have you spoken with the housemaids since last night?" Liam whispered and Jed shushed him. This was not to be an ordinary dinner. While Jed was not worried about assassinating the new King of Ireland, he was worried about the backlash against his troops, his brothers, if it went wrong.

"No," Jed muttered, "everything should be in order."

He nodded to a maiden near a door, who scurried off to what Jed assumed were the kitchens.

King Henry the VIII was a large, boisterous man who sat in his throne so smugly that Jed wished he could stab him then and there. But he wasn't worried about that. He sat down with Liam opposite the bunion of a man and his apparent mistress, not wife, a native Irish woman with blinding red hair and freckles like stars.

"Knights," the King began, his voice as loud as his attire, "we are pleased to have you here with us this evening. Please, remove your helmets."

They did so, and Jed had no choice but to stop staring at the King's mistress, but not before he noticed. Surprisingly, he boomed with laughter.

"No offense taken, son," he put a hand on the woman's shoulder, who looked entirely too uncomfortable with the entire situation, but fixed her eyes on Jed in a sort of plea, "this woman has been keeping me company while I visit this... tiresome island."

He felt Liam bristle beside him.

"We appreciate your hospitality, my King," Jed bowed his head and the two men sat down.

Soon, the table was groaning under plates of food, delicacies from far off lands that Jed couldn’t pronounce. Several glasses of wine were brought out and a shaking handmaiden set one in front of the King, her eyes darting furtively towards Jed. He would have been upset if the King wasn’t gazing directly into the handmaiden’s shirt.

“To England!” the King raised his glass and the rest of them followed suit, “may she conquer many lands!”

The other sycophants at the table cheered while Jed, Liam, and who Jed assumed to be Molly, nodded solemnly and drank.

Only the King didn’t.

He looked into his goblet and for a moment, Jed couldn’t breathe.

He knew.

“What the hell is this?” He boomed and the table grew silent. A maiden came running over. “Tell me, girl, is this the wine from my personal cellar, or that piss from France?”

“From F-France, my King.”

“Are you trying to poison me?” he roared and made to pour the glass in her face, but set it down in front of Molly instead, “here, whore, this might be the finest thing you’ll ever taste.”

“My King-” Jed began, and the large man turned to face him.

“Don’t tell me you want it?” he chortled and waved again to the maiden to dismiss her, “no this is better suited for her kind.” He threw his head to Molly and grimaced. The maiden was back with haste and set another glass down for him. He inhaled deeply.

“Much better,” he declared and raised his glass again, “to England!”

Jed watched with horror as the wine he had poisoned to rid themselves of England’s rule was instead consumed by the most beautiful woman in Ireland, who almost immediately began frothing at the mouth and choking. She reached out for the King, who launched himself back with a disgusted look on his face.

“What is the meaning of this?” he whispered into the stunned silence when her last breath shuddered into the castle walls. Almost in unison, the King and his posse turned to face Jed and Liam, who flew out of their seats and unsheathed their swords.

“Liam, get out of here!”

“Not without you!”

Jed growled at the man’s infuriating sense of loyalty and began slicing away towards the King but it was too late, he had escaped with several other important figures towards the back of the room.

Soldiers piled around him one after one as Jed and Liam stood back to back and stabbed, sliced, hacked their way through what seemed like the entire royal army. Jed turned to face Liam and look him over.

“Are you alright, brother?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” Liam huffed, “stop your fussing. I’ll be fi-”

The screech of the tiniest soldier Jed had ever seen cut him off and a sword plunged through his gut. He rolled his eyes and turned, slicing the man’s throat in one go. He almost felt sorry.

The stab wound wasn’t too bad, it might have pierced a few organs, but Jed pulled the sword out anyway and tossed it on the ground. Liam’s face was pale.

“Jed, you-”

“I’ll be fine.”

“But you-”

“I know.”

Another stunned silence before-

“I was right!”

Jed let out a disgusted noise but smiled anyway, stepping over bodies to the table.

“You are immortal! No one could have survived that stab, you ne-” he stopped mid-sentence as Jed carefully picked up the red haired woman in his arms, “what are you doing? You know we can get you an alive one in town?”

“Shut up,” Jed barked and Liam blanched.

“Jedediah?”

The woman hung limp in his arms for the second time in his life, he wondered how many more he would have to endure.

“It’s Molly,” he strained, his throat tightening around his words, “she keeps coming back to me.”

“This is,” Liam shook his head, “this is your Molly? Surely it’s her kin, or…”

But if there was an immortal man, surely there could be a reincarnated woman who haunted him.

“I don’t think she recognized me,” Jed continued, looking up at Liam with glassy eyes, “why wouldn’t she recognize me, brother?”

“It might not be her,” Liam soothed, leading them out of the castle, “how likely do you think it is?”

“I knew it when I saw her,” Jed said, “I could feel it in my bones, Liam. It’s her and I have to save her.”

It was raining lightly when they emerged from the dank walls of the castle and Jed could see the King’s brigade riding off in the distance. They would be back. He had brought the wrath of England down on them all.

“Don’t worry,” Liam said, placing a hand on Jed’s shoulder, “we would be punished by them one way or the other. Let’s go.”

They rode away from the castle and to the Northern Irish shore Jed had become so accustomed to. The tree was miraculously still there and Jed laid her down beside it. As he dug another grave and lowered her into it, Liam began reading.

“I will not punish your daughters when they turn to prostitution, Nor your daughters-in-law when they commit adultery, Because the men themselves consort with harlots and sacrifice shrines with prostitutes- A people without understanding will come to ruin.”

Jed looked up and wiped his brow, leaning on his shovel.

“Hardly appropriate for the love of my miserable life, don’t you think?”

“It’s the Book of Hosea,” Liam protested, looking over the cover. It was a very old book, passed onto him by his family.

“Don’t much care what it is,” Jed gruffed and began digging again, “try a nicer verse.”

“Thought it was suited for that pig of a King,” Liam mumbled, but turned to a different page anyway.”

“I will plant her for myself in the land; I will show my love to the one I called ‘Not my loved one’. I will say to those called ‘Not my people,’ ‘You are my people’,

And they will say,

‘You are my God’.”

[usuallypleasantprince]

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