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Are you fellows still active? As a newer knightfucker who discovered your blog in the height of my SK obsession and fell in love with your headcanons, I was a little sad to see you haven't posted in a while :(

Hi! In all honesty, personal life and other interests got in the way of this blog a lot of times. I've been thinking about taking it down quite often, but I want to keep it for the sake of what has already been posted and what could be posted given the time and sudden sparks of interest. Sometimes people go by one hyper-fixation at a time and when it passes, you find yourself lacking motivation and interest. It doesn't mean everything has to go down the drain, but the timespan between one update and the other might stretch veeery far.

To answer your question, I don't know. Think of this blog as some sort of vacation home that the author might come back to when they feel like the lawn needs some mowing. Enjoy your stay and don't worry, there will be updates here and there and I still read every message, so even the requests that have been pending for years might eventually get a response.

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Bard if he was in Shovel Knight Showdown:

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By the way, try to read the previous post in MVPerry's voice

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What your favorite relic says about you

Fire wand: You take combat distance in high consideration, or you simply like dueling with the Wizzems. It’s fun to beat them at their own game, isn’t it? You’re generally a person who likes simple but practical items. You find it hard to adapt to new things after having tried something that works for you already, no matter how scrumptious the new features may look.

Phase Locket: Admit it, you had to lose the whole Pridemoor Keep’s worth in gold before being able to master this relic. You hate pits and lava with a passion. You don’t like to engage in combat much, yet you like risk and you’re confident enough to believe you’ll always get the timing right. If that’s the case, kudos to you.

Dust Knuckles: You enjoy face-to-face combat, and finding jewels in dust blocks. There might be a few people in real life you’d like to punch in the face, but obviously that would lead to consequences so you make up for it by beating stage enemies to death. You’re probably quite combative, but try not to be too aggressive.

Throwing Anchor: You always tried to find the perfect spot to kill three enemies in one throw, so now you’re proud and happy with your game achievement. You like being able to hit without even getting close to the enemies, and you found/will find it interesting to study parabolic motion in Physics class.

Alchemy Coin: You know, you’re something of an alchemist yourself. You are a bit of a wildcard and you like taking a chance. You still haven’t fully understood how this relic works but you like seeing enemies turning into jewels. It’s always quite sad to see the coin fall into a pit never to be seen again. 

Mobile Gear: You are speed. You find the gear more efficient than the Phase Locket when it comes to spikes, although at first you really couldn’t restrain yourself from jumping or moving at the wrong time. It took you a while to master this relic, but now you feel proud and, most importantly, tall.

War Horn: You like making noise, or you’re a very quiet person in real life and you’d love to be able to make some noise. You find yourself surrounded by annoying thoughts or annoying people all the time and you’d just want to scream at them. Go on my disciple, scream it all out. 

Propeller Dagger: You either want to be fabulous or you fancy items that make you able to fly. For you, platform landing is both the worst challenge and the most entertaining one. Oh, you also used the dagger all the time on the Flying Machine. Screw the gushes of wind and the infinite cannonballs.

Fishing Rod: You like taking your time and you enjoy peaceful gaming. You probably own at least one version of Animal Crossing. Troupples are your best friends and fishing the golden fish is your favorite activity in the game. You sometimes fish even when you don’t need to, just because you feel like it. Have a lil’ blue fish then.

Troupple Chalice: You want to feel OP and you’re fine with (mild) cheating. You’re a bit of a Troupple Acolyte and you worship the Troupple King like the deity he is. The rainbow star from the Super Mario games and the lollipop from the Kirby games are probably items close to your heart too.

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OH MY GOD HI!!!!!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG OMG HOW ARE Y'ALL?????? HOW YOU FEELING???????

Hi! :) I personally feel very happy and relaxed at the moment. The past months have been quite the hassle but I managed to get stuff done and now I'm free. Time for holidays.

I'm glad to see that people have come back to enjoy the blog. Seeing your likes and messages is always a joy to behold. Feel free to ask, comment, post anything that might come to your mind.

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Random thoughts #2

I'm currently watching Tensei shitara Slime Datta Ken (aka That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime) and I love Rimuru Tempest's slime form so much. Now imagine him as a SK boss, aided by many little blue Blorbs. Blorbs are so cute aaa I want to see a Rimuru-themed Blorb

Also here, have a blue Blorb

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More metal. This time about the Enchantress.

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[Jealousy - Part 2]

Author's corner: I thought I would divide this prompt in two parts, but this one came out quite big so I'll post this piece for now. Lo and behold, here's me being the workaholic I am

Harboring ill feelings towards the dead is foolish, you tell yourself as you gaze at Specter Knight. He’s perched upon the windowsill, cradling his beloved keepsake. Silence all around you. Not a word spoken, not a look in your direction, just the shifting of his cloak and your steady breaths. It feels like you’re the phantom here. You sit somewhere and he seems not to notice.  It hurts. It would be much better if you were able to hate him, at least. It would give you a good reason to confront Specter and tell him how you feel. But how can you? How can you deprive a mourning man of the only reason he still feels worthy of forgiveness? How can you tell him to leave it all behind? How can you hate poor Luan whose only fault was to be killed in an accident? And how can you blame Specter for the way he feels, when Donovan was reckless enough to put his thirst for adventure and desire to please before the very safety of his mentor? The only person whom he loved? Luan had no reason to be hated in life, let alone in death.  Yet you feel like you have to compete for Specter’s love. Compete against a dead man, whose memory cannot be but bittersweet and full of kindness. You still have a life in front of you, one full of potential mistakes that could drive your beloved away from you. Luan has none. Luan can only be loved, as even the mistakes he might have made in life are eventually edulcorated by all the good memories. There’s no competition. You grimace and turn away as if an invisible force slapped you.  The locket closes with a click. “Come here”, you hear a voice say. You turn to Specter and you realize he was staring at you. He’s pointing at a spot next to him on the windowsill. “Sit”. You gingerly do so and just as you approach him, he puts the locket away and places his cold hand upon yours. It feels both like a century and the span of a second, but the next thing you know, he has his fingers intertwined with yours. “Thank you for being patient”. His voice sounds so soft now that you’re next to him. “You gave me a reason”. He knows where his feelings stand. He knows what’s in the past and what’s in the present. With time, and small gestures, he’ll make sure that you’re always reminded of it.

Tinker Knight has many qualities as well as many flaws, among the latter being an impatient person. Impatience doesn’t suit a busy engineer, not when his work requires attention to details and the ability to withstand high levels of stress. Hence, Tinker often gets impatient. When he gets impatient, he gets annoyed. When he gets annoyed, he gets curt. Blunt. Even rude at times. Like when he told the Bard off after he tried to talk to him about the properties of sound. Like when you step into his office and he tells you to go away. You look at him with the face of a kicked puppy, quietly turning on your heels. You wait outside, greeting the workers as they sporadically come and go from the very office you’re not currently allowed to enter.  You scowl. You made time to be with him. You paid him a visit. You greeted him with a smile on your face and he did nothing but tell you to f off. As if he didn’t need human contact himself. So what, has he made himself some inflatable doll or anything? Or maybe he prefers the warmth of engines and artificial light to your tender touch? No matter what you do, his work always comes first. You’re jealous of the people coming and going. At least they can talk to him, interact with him. You feel like a nail that somehow got stuck in a gear mechanism.  Out of place.  You sigh and kick your feet for what feels like an eternity, until you notice no one has come by for quite a long time. Then, the door to Tinker’s office opens. There he stands, tiny, ruffled and covered in motor oil and grease. He would look kind of cute if he hadn’t made you wait outside for who knows how long. “The job is not complete yet”. Oh.   Good. Fantastic. Oh hooowwww splendid. You came here for nothing then. You roll your eyes. “Alright, I’ll just leave…” “No!” He stops you mid-step. “I’m at a delicate point now”. You shoot him a confused look, to which he responds by rubbing his grease-covered gloves together. “I-I can’t do this without you. I’ve told you to wait so you could step in at the right moment. Work has been remarkable since you started aiding me with projects, the projects themselves have perceived substantial improvements as well… ”�� He clasps his hands together. “...I need you beside me, fundamentally”.  You stare at him. Then you laugh. Then you scoop him up in a tight hug, much to his surprise and “urgh!”s.  All that fuss for nothing, you think. At the end of the day, you know he needs you more than he could ever be able to express, and that he loves you just as much as he needs you. You’ll remind him about your time holding value for you too, hence you won’t have to wait this much anymore. That’s a problem for another day, though. Now, you have a long night ahead and an engine to attend to. Oh, and a tiny knight wriggling in your arms whom you should probably free.

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Random thoughts #1

I think it would have been great if Shovel Knight had had a beast journal side quest. Imagine going around the map, replaying levels and collecting data on Blorbs, Goldarmors and all that stuff, with annexed descriptions. I love the SK minor enemies and I remember loving the beast journal side quest in Hollow Knight

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Woah!!! You're back!!! WB dude!!!!!!

Thank you! <3

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Idk if yall have done anything about jealous knights, but i am curious as to what they would do if their s/o was jealous and they found out abt it

Author’s corner: I personally find this prompt quite interesting. We all have to deal with jealousy sooner or later and it can be triggered in various ways, not always romance-centered. Of course, one must understand how to deal with it maturely

[Jealousy - Part 1]

King Knight happens to let words run wild without stopping to think about the weight they may hold. He talks and talks, brags and gloats, and you’re accustomed to it as you know it’s the mere product of a child’s imagination. Endearing most of the time, amusing when the topics space across the possibilities of reality itself. Sometimes, however, the way he seems to forget about reality and wrap himself in a coat of pretend-glory leaves you with a bitter taste in the back of your throat. All those stories about banquets, kingdoms, queens and gold and nothing that seems to show appreciation for what he has now, for whom is beside him now. It feels like he has forgotten you, busy chasing after glitter and gowns of non-existent princesses and sweet-mouthed maids. A self-centered king. A star that shines alone. Sometimes, but only sometimes, you can’t live off reflected light and it shows. What are you, jealous of something that doesn’t exist? Jealous of nothing? Or it’s nothingness you’re afraid of, of becoming nothing to his eyes? Yes. Your struggles and love, all falling into a pit of disinterest and boredom. You cry over stupid matters, you tell yourself. But then you start to notice how he begins to sit closer to you during those pretend-banquets, how he asks you to dance in the hall more frequently now, how he doesn’t stop to think about how pretty a maid at his service would be, but instead only brags about the beauty of his royal consort. It takes a while for it to finally hit you, but you eventually realize that he, too, knows that beautiful stories are nothing compared to the beauty of a reality he can build with you.

Plague Knight never thought such an emotion could ever dwell within your heart. What has gotten to you? Why should you, of all people, worry that he could simply walk away? Well, he sure isn’t versed in the matters of the heart - no, the matters of the human heart, for his works perfectly and is pumping his magical blood throughout his entire body. Such a fine work of bio-alchemy, his heart… wait. He’s rambling. He can’t keep his focus. Vials in his hands and he’s beating himself over how he happened to put you in such a state. Was it the hours of work away from you? Was it his shyness - damnit, and he thought he was doing better - was it Mona? Thinking about it only makes it worse. He would truly love to brush it all off with a giggle and resume his work. But he can’t. Walking away from responsibilities would be a blessing too great not to bring any consequences. He learned the hard way that carelessness does not always pay off. Not when you are the matter. Not when you are suffering. He’ll try to talk to you, yes. His feet tremble on the tall footstool as he places the vials back on the table. Oh, this is going to be so hard. How many times will his tongue twist? Will you be more hurt? No, no. He has to do this. Yes. Come on, he’s not scared of chemical compounds that could melt his skin right away or explode and send him blasting right across the Valley, how can he be scared of simple confrontation? He can do it. He’ll talk to you and everything will be alright.

Treasure Knight is one of a kind. Of course he is. His biggest quirks never put you off during the days of flirting and gift-bringing, so you tell yourself you should know by now that you have him in all his honesty. His naked, greedy honesty. He should be an open book for you, but it’s normal to have moments of self-doubt. “Am I worth as much as your gold?” you would want to ask him. “Is it me you love, or the gifts I bring you?”. All questions buzzing through your sorry head. Does he truly value you as you, or does he value the material worth you present? Heh, if he knew how much human organs are worth, would he slice you open and harvest them? So speaks the darkness of your mind, the one that’s so damn terrified of being unloved. You ask yourself if you could change him instead, so that he’ll love you only and not his gold. But how could you? People don’t change on behalf of others, and there are so many stories of people who tried to change their partners, either out of a challenge they took before becoming a couple or a selfish need to make the other similar to them. It doesn’t work. It’s not meant to work. You couldn’t just walk up to Treasure and promptly announce “It’s time that you choose. Me or gold?” Beside crushing the trust he has in you to crumbs, you would just deny the existence of a part of him. And who are you to do that? So you choose to talk to him instead. Explain yourself. He seems so attentive today, as if he had noticed there was something wrong but couldn’t quite wrap his finger around it. He doesn’t chastise you over what you think is a stupid matter, but he holds you close, his giant hand over your back. Caressing you. He then takes you to an empty room - no gold, only plates of armored metal and a big glass to shield you from the ocean outside. You must be in the lower decks. You smile as you watch the fish swimming across your view. If he’s there to enjoy something as simple and cheap with you, then you already know the answer to your doubts.

There’s no denying that Propeller Knight’s stories of conquests and flings have managed to put you off at least a little. You happen to compare yourself to his past lovers, to seek the flaws in them and worry that if you were even just a speck away from perfection, he’d toss you aside just to find a queue of pretty suitors swooning over him. What do you have more than them? More than his past and potential future partners? What would it take to tear everything to shreds? He’s so elegant, so soft-spoken, so romantic and sweet and athletic and courageous and you feel so small beside him instead, you feel you’re not worthy of his love. He could have much better, you tell yourself, and you promptly die inside whenever he’s interacting amiably with someone. You would never deny him his freedom to talk to and befriend whomever he wants, the freedom to just be himself in the name of some shallow demon chewing your brain and heart away. But your eyes can’t conceal the pain and worry deep inside of you. One day, he surprises you with a candlelit dinner on the deck, the sun just snuggling among the clouds, a lovely scenery beneath the Flying Machine. “I can tell when you’re feeling down,” He says. “I can't keep my hands to myself when the love of my life is suffering”. You perk at his words. So he… has noticed?  “It’s okay- It’s..” Oh, why is it so hard to be honest? “Am I enough for you? Compared… To your old lovers…?” Your voice fades into a shameful whisper. You can tell his eyes have widened under the helmet. Still, he remains composed. “The past is not where I’m willing to live. I feel blessed to be your partner, for you are everything I’ve ever wanted. My one and only”. You can’t help the blush finding your way to your cheeks.

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Soooo.... Apparently there are quite a few sfw and nsfw requests cooking up in the message section already. I'll take care of these in due time. Since I take great pleasure in giving them magnitude and quality, you'll need to wait a bit until I'll have refreshed my memory through reading the old posts and finishing the current play.

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Guess who’s back

Welcome all and welcome back, fellow shovelry enjoyers. After about one year and a half of hiatus, I, formerly known as Mod Tinker, have finally decided to get things back on track, grab the controller and play the game once again. I’ve been personally overburdened with commitments here and there, so has Mod Propeller. Between real-life duties to attend and new fandoms to thrive in, we had lost inspiration and will to take care of this blog, hence the hiatus. Though, I must admit I’ve been missing this little speck of monkey business all the while. I’ve been feeding over Medieval themed content a lot during the last months and I’ve developed a nostalgia for Shovel Knight.  It feels like being back to an old house you knew you owned but haven’t checked in so long. Not even the gardeners to come sweep leaves off the porch, oof. Well, time for readjustments. First thing first, I’ll sadly announce that I’ll be the only owner of this blog for now on, as my dear comrade no longer feels inspired to continue managing this blog. I’ll need to find myself a new name to officialize the change of course. I’ll need your help in this, as this is your blog too. Feel free to comment any name you think would suit a workaholic moderator. 

Second, I want to modernize this thing a bit. Make it airier, ampler. There’ll be more chit-chat and sfw, more randomness, mentioning other stuff even outside the fandom, stuff that can relate to the fandom like songs or any piece of media that comes to your mind. It’s still officially a nsfw blog, so I don’t expect much movement yet. I’ll leave you all a choice, you’ll vote if you want to turn this blog sfw, to make it more accessible and bigger when it comes to topics, or if you want to leave it as it is and keep the funky stuff. 

Third, I’m happy to announce that requests/suggestions are open again. Welcome back on board and may your shovel stay sharp!

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hey r u guys still on hiatus or r u taking some asks again cuz its been a while and im worrying abt y'alls

We're on an indefinite hiatus, that or straight up leaving this blog alone without giving it to anyone else or deleting it since we still hope people can enjoy what we wrote. Thanks for checking in, though.