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bugbeee · 4 years ago

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Pyrrhic for Pale King or rubatosis for Nightmare King Grimm? Hireaeth for Hornet or liberosis for Hollow/Pure Vessel? Morituro for Ghost or scrosciare for Quirrel or Lemm? So many of these prompts are so good for Hollow Knight--I can't make up my mind which ones I like the most. Feel free to do however many you feel up to--don't feel pressure to do every single one. Pick and chose!

Cookie, you are the light of my life and I adore you. I hope you enjoy these! Prompt list from here!

Pyrrhic (won at too great a cost):

Sitting on his throne, the Pale King wondered if he should be happy. They had won. He had won. The Radiance was sealed, and the infection would no longer plague Hallownest. And yet, the roiling in his stomach would not cease. Abruptly, he stood up, unable to keep himself still any longer. The palace halls were silent save for the swish of his robes. His daughter had been sent to train with Vespa a scant few cycles ago, and Root...

Well. Root had left long ago.

Only his retainers remained, and even they grew quieter and quieter with each passing day.

Despite the sealing, he knew that something uneasy continued to lurk within his kingdom. In the end, he truly was a blind fool, despite his foresight. He had seen it when he first saw the Pure- the Hollow Knight before him, and he had seen it again as he sent it to fulfill their duty.

No cost too great, he had said. And yet, he could not stop himself from weighing the innumerable sacrifices he made for... for nothing. Root had left a scant few cycles before the Knight’s sealing, though she had confided in him that it was not because of love for her hollow child. After such a harrowing experience, she needed to retreat. She would return soon, she said.

Wyrm didn’t need his foresight to know that was not true.

The Gendered Child had been sent away for her own safety, and for his own sanity. She raged with the loss of her mother, and after the attempt on her life, she could not sleep without being plagued by nightmares. He knew that the palace was unhealthy for her, that every waking moment was torture-

So he sent her away. Despite the betrayal on her face as he did so. Despite her screams of abandonment.

But he had to. He had to, because the assassin brought rumours of an orange plague, because bugs were acting strangely and mentioning dreams of gold, because-

He had already failed once as a father. He would not give her a parent she didn’t deserve. Not when she already had the love of her mother and step-mother.

Unable to keep walking, Wyrm collapsed to the floor, burying his face in his hands.

This was meant to be victory, he thought bitterly. So why did it feel so much like loss?

Morituro (someone who is destined to die):

Elderbug had been the only resident of Dirtmouth for a long time now. He had seen travellers come and go, always waiting for a familiar face to pop back up and return. Hoping, that perhaps one of them would stay. But no. His town remained empty, and had done so ever since the cloud of sickly sweet rot and sickness had risen from the well on the outskirts of town, luring bugs in with enticing promises of riches and glory. He had never seen the city below that travellers spoke about with such fervent excitement, never felt the own tug of wanderlust pulling him down into the depths of the forgotten kingdom.

No, he was always happier at his home, welcoming those who came by, and hoping that perhaps this time, one of them would stay. Once upon a time, his town had been filled quiet contentment, bugs living in comfort and harmony. It had been a happier time, even with the quiet whispers of Hallownest’s fall. But the days of life within his village had been long gone, and soon enough, he was the only one remaining, waiting in vain for someone, anyone to return and stay. While he enjoyed the quiet, he preferred to spend it with another person. The loneliness and isolation that had spread across his village like an infection had changed that quiet into an empty silence.

And yet... that had slowly begun to change, all thanks to his small masked friend. They had introduced new bugs into his town, had rekindled the flickering life of Dirtmouth, had given him new hope. Shops began to reopen, people moved back in, and he was no longer alone. There was still the gentle quietness of his town, but no pervasive silence that gripped his very carapace. Just for that, Elderbug owned them a debt, yet they never asked for anything in return, instead being content to simply sit on the bench beside him and bask in each other’s’ presence. His fondness for the childlike bug was not unlike that of a grandfather, and he could not help the soft affection that rose within him whenever they returned.

Despite the stench below, despite the dead kingdom beneath his feet, Elderbug was content again. His town was full, gentle life having drifted back in with the appearance of his friend. He wondered when they would cease their wanderings in the caverns below, and finally join them all above. He would not keep them from exploring, but their increased disappearances made him worry all the same. He hoped that soon, soon they would settle down. Was a quiet life not enough? Was being surrounded by friendly bugs not an adventure in itself?

But it was not his place to give voice to these thoughts, not when his friend was so eager to travel. He gave a soft sigh, watching the gentle lights sway in the quiet breeze, eyes flicking between the well and the Stag Station. And then, finally, the door of the Station opened, and out hopped the little traveler, something small clutched within their claws. Relief and joy warmed Elderbug’s heart, and he eagerly welcomed them to the bench.

“Hello, my friend. It is good to see you in good health. I admit, I grew worried when I heard the screeching from below, but seeing you whole is reassuring,” he said softly as they approached him.

His eyes fell upon the delicate flower in their hands, and Elderbug blinked in surprise.

“Hm? What a beautiful flower!” he exclaimed. “Why are you carrying around such an exquisite bloom?”

They looked at him, eyes unreadable as ever, but there was a quiet sadness in their posture, lit up with the slightest hint of affection as they reached out to offer him the bloom. Elderbug choked at the gesture, tears springing to his eyes as he took the flower with trembling claws.

“Thank you, my friend. Suddenly, the world seems a little less faded. I will take care of this flower while you are gone, so we can enjoy it together when you return,” he said hoarsely, so touched by the gesture that he missed the hint of sorrow and regret within his friend. The little one carefully sat down in their usual spot, shuffling slightly as they became comfortable.

Elderbug smiled softly at them, and took up his usual position beside them, basking in their quiet presence, but they patted the bench.

“Oh? Do you wish for me to sit with you? I am quite happy standing, especially if you wish to rest after such an adventure,” he explained, but they shook their head, and patted the bench again.

“Very well, my friend. I would be happy to sit by your side.”

He let his old, weary body sit beside them, the cold metal a comforting balm on his aching limbs. They rested together until Elderbug could feel his strength returning to him and his friend’s slumped body straightened. They turned to look at him, tilting their head at the flower tucked close to his arm, empty eyes seemingly cataloguing every piece of him.

He chuckled softly at their examination, and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as his friend placed a claw over his. It was a fleeting gesture, yet comforting all the same, and Elderbug was reminded of a child grasping onto someone close for a shred of reassurance. They leapt off the bench before he could respond; only turning to look at him once as they headed towards the well. His friend lifted their hand in a small wave, and he could not help but think they looked so sad as they did so.

As though it was a final farewell.

“Next time,” he muttered, despite the hollow stone sat in his chest. “Next time I’ll ask them to stay.”

(Perhaps, had he known, he would have clung harder.)

Scrosciare (rain pouring down or waves hitting rocks):

Quirrel stared out beyond the lake, the soft crash of water against rocks echoing within his emptied mind. His tired eyes caught on the shimmering waves illuminated by the distant glow of lingering lumaflies. How strange to think that after all these years he would be in Hallownest again. His departure had been abrupt, spurred on his Madam’s eternal slumber. One end began there, and today, it would finally reach its conclusion. Even now, his memories were disjointed, caught on fragments of confusion and fog, but she still shone like a beacon in his mind, a gentle light guiding him within the tangled memories. If she were still here, she would disapprove of his plan, he thought. But she was not here.

She had been gone for a long time.

The soft patter of footsteps broke his musings, and he tilted his head towards his little friend, though his eyes never left the blue shore. It warmed him to know that despite the slow, stumbling death of Hallownest, he had still made a friend, and a dear one at that. Their silent presence had been a comfort throughout his journey through the decaying kingdom, and he had found himself eager to see his friend in every new place discovered. And now, they sat by him as he spoke fondly of being able to relive the beauty of Hallownest, of being able to meet them. They stayed as quiet as ever, and he couldn’t help but smile.

There was a quiet sadness about them, Quirrel thought to himself, and he wondered if they knew what he planned. His friend sat unmoving next to him, staring across the waters just as he had done a bare few moments ago. Together, they let the time slowly drift by, only the gentle flow of the waves giving any sense as to how long had passed. He sighed softly, and turned to face their friend, words ready to spill, but he paused. They were looking at him, eyes as empty as ever, but there was a mournful air around them, and a part of him thought that, were they able to, they would be crying.

“Friend?” he asked hesitantly.

They did not look away, studying him as intently as his Madam had shortly before-

Ah. So they did know then. Or at least guess.

“Do not worry about me, my small friend. I have wandered this world for a long time, have been lucky enough to experience more wonders and beauty’s than most bugs do in their life time. Mourn not for me, my dear friend. My duty has been fulfilled, and now I shall rest,” he said gently, letting his claw rest uncertainly on their head.

They seemed unconvinced, and took his hand with their own small ones, mask shaking in silent disapproval. Quirrel chuckled.

“Even without a voice, your scolding is clear. Tell me, what is there left for me to see?”

For him to live, went unspoken.

They swept a claw to the world around them, before pointing up, up, upwards.

“Hallownest is gone, my dear friend, choked by this infection. The village above will soon follow,” he murmured gently, but they shook their head vigorously again.

They grabbed their nail and swept it as though fighting some invisible foe.

“Oh? Shall you fight off the rest of this sickness then? Do you even know how?”

Do you know what it will cost, he did not say, instead staring at the little fellow besides him.

They nodded, dropping their nail and grabbing his claws again, staring hopefully up into his own face.

Well then.

“I see you won’t let me go that easily. Very well, my dear friend. I shall wait until you fight off this infection, so that I may see a clean Hallownest again. And who knows, maybe there will even be life again,” he said begrudgingly, but a small part of him was intrigued. Perhaps even excited. His Madam surely would hate for him to waste his life, certainly before even giving the revival of Hallownest a chance.

Waiting wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Not with his friend by his side, not with the quiet hope they still inspired. Quirrel had long since forgotten how or where the infection came from, or even how it was contained, aside from the Dreamer’s Seal, but he believed in his small friend. If anyone could do it, then surely, surely them.

“If that is the case, then I shall meet you above in Dirtmouth, once it is all over. But for now, I will enjoy this moment for a while longer. You are welcome to stay, or continue your quest, but your company is never unwanted.”

The little Ghost plonked themselves back next to him, and the two of them watched the lake together until Quirrel could feel his eyes closing, lulled into a gentle sleep with the steady comfort of his friend.

The waves lapped gently against the rocks.

#hollow knight #long post #ask #unregisteredcookie #bug talks #my writing #ask meme #ask game #writing prompts #the pale king #ghost hk #elderbug hk #quirrel hk #ficlets #hollow knight fanfic #hollow knight fanfiction

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hollowknightheadcanons · 4 years ago

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Do you have any deepnest headcanons?

I’m so glad you asked, Deepnest is my favorite area in the game so yes.

The trap bench isn’t the only trap that the residents set. There’s snares and webs in the least likely places, so watch your step! The one place they don’t touch are the hot springs. I like to think that the hot springs are a place where any bug can go safely, and it’s kind of a universal rule not to start fights there.

The failed tramway project was originally how PK found out about Deepnest. Before he had no idea it even existed. Deepnest didn’t want anything to do with this new king, so they compleatly ignored him until he intruded upon their home.

But after Herrah decided to become a dreamer, more negotiations were made and that’s why there’s a stag station and a new tramway allowed.

This isn’t really a headcanon but more of a what if- what if the failed tramway was connected to another tram way? When you go to use that one, something does wrong and the tram goes off course and you get stuck in Deepnest. I think that would be cool. There’s a lot of what if scenarios I think of/remember randomly.

The whatever the distant villagers are aren’t infected. They know of the infection and were like “eh whatever let’s just keep doing what we were before and guarding Herrah” (but they sure did do an awful job of it because they literally placed an alive Ghost in the same room as her)

Wait what if Ghost wasn’t supposed to be alive? Spiders kill with poison that paralyzes or kills or whatever, and what if Ghost is just immune to it?? and they didn’t know. so that’s why they thought it was safe to put them in beasts den.

#anonymous #hallownest worldbuilding

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bird-inatrashcan · 3 years ago

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I wanna give doing a drawing challenge another shot this October! I'm not necessarily planning on finishing it, but it's been a nice tradition to give it a shot.

This year, my theme is going to be Hollow Knight! I saw a couple of "hollow-een" prompt lists around and I want to join, the visual style for that game is so inspiring.

I couldn't find a prompt list for this year, so I made my own! Based on individual areas, in roughly the order that me and @thesketcherlass experienced them. It's a bit of a late notice, but if anyone wants to join in, feel free!

1. King's pass

2. Dirtmouth

3. Bench

4. Forgotten crossroads

5. Hot springs

6. Greenpath

7. Stag station

8. Fungal waste

9. Queen's station

10. Deepnest

11. Ancient basin

12. The Hive

13. Howling cliffs

14. Mantis Village

15. City of Tears

16. Soul sanctum

17. Royal waterways

18. Kingdom's edge

19. Resting grounds

20. Dream World

21. Spirit's glade

22. Distant village

23. Infected crossroads

24. Crystal Peak

25. Fog canyon

26. Queen's garden

27. The Abyss

28. Stag Nest

29. White palace

30. The egg

31. An end

#hollow knight #drawing challenge #holloween

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carefree-melody · 5 years ago

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There was silence from the musician, different than his normal quiet self. This was almost oppressive. Brumm would sometimes at least hum in the quiet, old or new songs. No sound escaped him this time. Just, silence. He walked out of the main tent carrying nothing, not even his precious accordion. There was no need to the bring the instrument when he didn’t even feel the slightest inkling of musical inspiration.

After he left the tent he looked around, trying to think of where to go that would be far enough away. It hurt, leaving the tents, leaving his home but he felt it necessary. Obviously he’d upset Grimm somehow so he wouldn’t return until he figured out how to fix this. Finally deciding on the only place he could think of going the musician went to the Stag Station and decided to head towards the Distant Village where he’d collected the flames once before.

Just like that, the musician was gone.

#;ic #//he is going to blame himself for all this

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wingedarrows · 6 years ago

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No wonder the stag says that the distant village station has an air of danger to it. It's literally covered in spiderwebs and he's a bug.

#self #hollow knight spoilers #hollow knight #hollow knight adventures #hollow knight musings #the last stag

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altered-aegis-archived · 6 years ago

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Kohaku’s Verses 1

SAINT SEIYA THE LOST CANVAS AU / SPECTER VERSE

BASIC INFORMATION REAL NAME Kohaku Otomugi SPECTER'S TITLE Terrestrial Malignant Star, Peryton Kohaku OCCUPATION Scholar / Specter (Afterlife) AGE 17 HEIGHT 170 Cm BORN 24 August SOCIAL CLASS Noble / Specter (Afterlife) YEAR 17th Century NATIONALITY Japan FACECLAIM Ishikirimaru

SUMMARY In the Afterlife, Kohaku was serving Hades the King of Underworld while donning a surplice that resembles mythical creature Peryton. His black mirrored feathers are detachables and can perform various technique. One of it's main ability is to look into someone's past and connections with others. Peryton's wings also detachable at Kohaku's own will and can be a dangerous weapon with convenient wide-distant range capacity.

BACKSTORY The sixth son of the feudal lord in the northern imperial of Kyoto and raised by a single father. He believed in filial piety ideal while he himself was very discipline and delegate his administrative tasks in Imperial Court. His achievement in career was envied by his other six siblings and they ended up mistreated him throughout the remaining years he lived yet Kohaku did not bear any ill will against them and continue to treat them with respect while continue to strive for family's honor.

During one of the Imperial conquest, Kohaku was stationed in a camp together with his oldest brother who were also Samurai warrior under the Imperial order. Kohaku had already deviced a strategy and pleaded to his brother to follow the plan but his brother refused and stormed to the battlefield by himself. Seeing lack reinforcement in the garrison, Kohaku decided to protect the garrison by himself. Kohaku lasted for three days fighting with no supplies, but using his own intellect and skills to hold the garrison. It forces the enemy to retreat few times until the Samurai troops ambushed him from all directions. His brother and his father was caught along. His father was executed but his brother gained the favor of the enemy’s feudal lord and was released on condition that he sided with them. Leaving Kohaku the only remaining prisoner.

Few days before Kohaku can decide his own fate, his brother told the feudal lord about northern villagers are showing demonstration for government didn’t showed up to help after they suffered natural disasters, so the villagers asked for a sacrifice for God’s offering. The feudal lord agreed and ordered his brother to send one of the prisoner to the village to be sacrificed just for a gimmick. His brother used this as an advantage to get rid of Kohaku instead. Kohaku was blinded, knocked and beaten to death for the sake of the ceremony.

RISING AS SPECTER In the Underworld, Thanatos; God of Death and also advisor to Lord Hades have sought potential on Kohaku to serve under Hades for the upcoming Holy War against Goddess Athena. He then prompted Kohaku with a surplice (Underworld's armor) that resembled mythical Peryton creature and asked him on his opinion if he ever have the power to kill. Kohaku was not fond of answering the question and pleaded to Thanatos to end him completely. Thanatos then insisted by sending him back to the world of living so Kohaku can see the ugly truth behind his uncalled death few days ago. As he reached for the living world realm, Kohaku was already donning the Underworld surplice since Thanatos was eager to observe his progress later on.

Kohaku landed back on the ground, spotted the villagers that killed him now holding up a festival by escorting his older brother's troop as they come to the village with tons of aid supplies. The surplices wing then reflected the past and the truth of his older brother. Kohaku then heard how his brother belittled him in one of the conversation with his guards and claiming the sacrifice was not for any God and it was nothing but only a gimmick. He only wanted to get rid of Kohaku so the feudal lord won't have any second thoughths of wanting to hire him as the army strategist. Should he hire him, his brother will be falling out of favor and he wanted to stop that from happening. Learning the entire truth, Kohaku then suffered from agony.

He fled and hid himself inside the forest in hope for not learning any ugly truth involving him anymore. However, the Surplice wings later whispered the past of Imperial family that he served before. hesitantly, Kohaku pulled one of the mirrored black feather and take a look at the Imperial's past. He suffered the sight when he learnt his mother was brutally 'silenced' by the Imperial family for holding royal's dark secret. At that time, Kohaku was only few months old. The past that he had witnessed from the mirrored feather further enraged him.

Afterward, Kohaku approached the village and destroyed it within a short amount of time. His older brother begged to not be killed by him and promised to offer him fortunes if it pleases him, but Kohaku killed his brother without mercy. Kohaku didn’t end it there. He massacred the rest of his siblings and even killed the Imperial Court’s family, before putting the head of the royals in front of the castle’s gate for public shows to stir up fear and panic. As soon disorders spreads more through the land, he returned back to the Underworld with no sign of remorse.

Kohaku rose as a Specter to serve Hades. He donned a Peryton’s surplice and bestowed the title of Terrestrial Malignant Star. (The title is originated from one of 72 Earthly Fiends in Water Margin, Huang Xin.)

SPECTER’S HEADCANON

PERSONALITY

When Kohaku joined the Underworld, his darker personality also emerged. He has learnt ways to be more manipulative, cunning, pragmatic, and controlling. This also means Peryton Kohaku still have one of his human trait (intelligence) inside him but became less empathy towards another. Kohaku shows no feelings even towards his Underworld comrade when they appeared to be harmed, proving that he has since disregard his empathy trait when he joined Hades. His intelligence makes him able to rely on a rather duplicitous talent to successfully manipulated few of living humans in order to complete Hades's conquest against Athena. This dark trait of him also even makes it difficult for enemies to decipher his movement.

ART OF WAR

||SHADOW|| Peryton’s wings can generate the shadow of his victim. It can create exact copies of a person and let the victim duel with their own shadow or someone else’s that they familiar with.

||AEGIS & CAMOUFLAGE|| Using the wings to create barrier to either defend from the enemy’s assault or to trap enemy inside by closing the wall. While shielding, it is also useful as an invisible camouflage.

||DISTORT REALITY|| His wings can change environment and reality in any way Kohaku wanted.

||DANCING WINGS|| He can make the mirrored feathers glides through the midair at certain speed to rumble the ground, decreasing enemy's morale. While if it’s not attached to the back, the wings will act as flying knives to search, trap and kill enemies.

||THOUSAND KNIVES|| A method of deploying surreal image of his feather to trick the enemy that was formed by his cosmos before deploying the real feathers to attack. However if the enemy did not dodge this, they would have received injuries as well as it was a projected dark cosmos in a small amount that could be harmful for the living.

||BASIC MARTIAL ART SKILLS|| His own physical defense and strength is quite impressive considering he was also affiliated to military during his human year.

WEAKNESS

||NECK AND LOWER BACK|| It’s the most vulnerable spot as neck was not covered by surplice and lower back area was not properly guarded due to the extensions of mirrored wings that doesn’t allow him to be more flexible.

||MIRROR|| Kohaku avoid looking at himself through reflections even through his wings. He stopped looking or looked away from the mirror ever since he served Hades. He was subconsciously realizing he was not the one he used to be. With unstable mind, Kohaku could be very self-disruptive and this could led to enemy's advantage on winning the battle if they are quick to defeat him.

PERYTON SURPLICES AND AFFILIATED MYTHOLOGY

||SURPLICES|| The armor (Surplices) that Kohaku wear was made of from Underworld. It is type of armor worn by 108 Specters that serves under Hades. They were made from Underworld's minerals and wearing it would allow Specters to travel to the Underworld without having to burn their cosmos. Each Surplices name are derived from beastly creatures from literally works and also from mythologies.

||PERYTON|| According to the mythology, the Peryton beast is said to have the head, neck, forelegs and antlers of a stag, combined with the plumage, wings and hindquarters of a large bird, although some interpretations portray the Peryton as a deer in all but coloration and bird’s wings. Perytons lived in Atlantis until an earthquake destroyed the civilization and the creatures escaped by flight. A Peryton casts the shadow of a man until it kills one during its lifetime, at which time it starts to cast its own shadow. In the folklore, Perytons also was responsible for the the downfall of Rome. Peryton’s natural predators were the mythical bird Griffons. Like the myth repeating it’s own story, Specter Peryton Kohaku was responsible for the destructions of a faction that lives in Romania’s region.

OTHER HEADCANONS

||ROMANCE|| Kohaku is attracted to both gender. He is bisexual in nature and as long he was given time to grow emotionally and he could see the effort of his partner in building the relationship together with him, he would give all of him back.

||STRENGTH|| Although Kohaku was positioned in lowest rank in the army by having the title "Terrestrial", this does not define his strength in the battlefield. An enemy should not look down upon his rank when it comes to fighting with him.

||MANNERS|| While becoming a Specter, Kohaku still have elegant and noble-like attitude that he have since he was raised along with it.

#BACKSTORY1 #HEADCANON1 #SAINT SEIYA THE LOST CANVAS / SPECTER VERSE #LONG POST

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shame-kink · 6 years ago

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i’ve been navigating the dark zone

i fully intend to unlock the distant village stag station and get back that way

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hollow-knight-fights · 6 days ago

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Hollow Knight Fight: Round 3, Wave 3

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phoenixmaiden-gaming · 3 years ago

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Hollow Knight part 27

I am hooked on this game again and that’s a good thing. I went down into Deepnest where I was originally supposed to go before I deviated to other places. It was still creepy down there but it had to be done and I got to a new place and actually furthered the story along by breaking a seal.

From the bench I was at, I went out and down the hole and down into Deepnest.

The first place I found while making my way down was a Mask Maker. I guess he makes masks for bugs in Hallownest.

On my way down, I came across these giant bug things and they were hard. And when they hit me it took 2 health masks. I just left it alone.

I had to be very careful of the floor because it would break and there were spikes. I was tricked and got hurt.

I ended up in a new place called the Distant Village. It was basically a village of cocoons.

But first I went up to the stag coach and activated it. The bench that was there was broken though. So I ended up taking the stag coach to Dirtmouth just to rest at the bench in case I died and went back to the Distant Village.

In the first cocoon house I saw there was a bunch of dead bugs wrapped up...this didn’t look good.

In the main house there were a bunch of bugs in red with a solitary bench. They each told me to sit and rest...it seemed like a trap.

And I was right. As soon as I sat down on the bench, the lights went out and I was trapped by spider web and couldn’t move and the bugs started approaching. Then everything went black.

When I woke up I was tied up in web and in a new place called the Beast’s Den. It was covered in webs and I could hear critters crawling around.

I wandered around and came across one of those big beast things that hit really hard, I had avoided it before but this time I couldn’t because I needed to go that way. It took some doing and I died a few times before I could kill it and get past.

Found a worm baby!!

I went down a route and found a bench I could rest at.

I went down and dropped down onto the house I had been in the beginning the but bugs that had been there had either died or discarded their robes and masks. I don’t think I was supposed to go this way yet so I went back up and into the Beast’s Den.

I eventually found an altar with a figure that was sleeping. The symbols for the dream place was coming from it so I used my Dream Nail.

I went into the Dream World and was confronted by the figure that had been laying on the altar. It didn’t do anything so I just attacked it over and over until it started glowing.

It then showed a seal that was in the Forgotten Crossroads had broke. That isn’t good. I was then able to leave the Beast’s Den and back to the Distant Village.

I dropped all the way down to the bottom of where the Distant Village was and went into the next area where I found this seemingly nice bug thing was but it scared the shit out of me because it suddenly said it was hungry and attacked. I got away quickly.

I then went back to the stag coach and went to the Queen’s Station and went back down to Deepnest.

I ended back in the hot spring where I healed up and used the bench to rest, then went to the right.

I found a place where there was a big centipede that I had to use to get across the gaps but I kept dying by landing on the spikes. After a few tries, I just gave up.

Continuing on I kept going and found a wheel tree and activated it.

Found another worm baby during my search for the red orbs.

I found a hut after going past the big bug that would really hurt me and was in the Weavers’ Den.

I ended up finding a charm for Weaversong. Cool. At least I didn’t have to battle anything.

Since I went into the Weavers’ Den, it made all the red orbs go away so I had to reactivate the tree and then go around all the paths to find all the red orbs. Once I collected them all I went to the tree and it said “Nest alive, Sleeping Queen, Beast.” That sounds like the bug that was sleeping and broke the seal with.

I went all the way to the tram and took it over to the next area where the Ancient Basin was and went down.

Now in the Ancient Basin I went down to the bench where I had been before but had turned back. It was the place I hadn’t been before.

That was where I left it for now. I got a lot done too. Not bad. I stayed up way too late too. But who cares! I will probably pay for it later though.

Until then. Night!

#phoenix be gaming #Hollow Knight #PC Games #Steam Games #gaming #gameplay #playthrough #game #games #video games #gamer #gamer fun #gamer girl #gamer life #Entertainment #Nothing is Queue Everything is Permitted

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time-fixer · 7 years ago

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ooF ok so i have a loT of hollow knight stuff.. i may need that side blog after all omg

anywhO, here’s like, 8 of my characters lined up w/ Ghost/MC, Hornet, and Quirrel for height!

I was gonna upload them all individually but then i decided that would be extremely painful

(more info about them under the cut if anyone’s interested)

From left to right, of course starting with the bug after Quirrel~

-Liezel the Firefly Though he doesn't look tough, Liezel is skilled in close nail combat and can make quick work of his enemies. By using his tail as a blinding flash bomb, he attacks his foes when they cannot see. However, because of his small, light frame, he must attack with caution, or else the hunter becomes the hunted. Liezel tends to wander near the Fungal Wastes, Greenpath, and Forgotten Crossroads, but occasionally pays trips to the City of Tears to speak with Rahoul.

-Rahoul the Grasshopper/cricket A sprightly wanderer who enjoys uncovering lost rarities. She traveled to Hallownest in search of treasures and relics, but ended up staying for the scenery. She has become an adept nail wielder during her time in Hallownest, though she prefers to avoid conflict where possible. Her favorite place is City of Tears! She also spends a lot of time near Dirtmouth and the Stag Stations - particularly Queen's Station.

-Kekit the Mole Cricket A sturdy fellow, Kekit offers a tunneling service for others' convenience. That is, if you have Geo, of course. He used to reside near the top of Crystal Peak, until the mine workers became overtaken by the infection. He fled to the Howling Cliffs and built a stone house just near the entrance to the old Stag Nest. While he still offers his services, he is particularly stern about not going back to Crystal Peak.

-Rosalind the Rose Weevil A sweet, cheerful botanist, Rosalind spends most of her time in Greenpath and the Queen's Gardens to study the extravagant flora and fauna of Hallownest. She has a quaint house near the Lake of Unn, where she keeps quite the collection of flowers. Being quite unskilled with combat, however, she often hides in the shadows, out of sight of potential enemies, and uses her leafy back as a disguise. Rosalind has been rather scared to leave her home since the outbreak of the infection.

-Bianca the Spider A defender who resides within Deepnest. Though not directly stationed to guard Herrah's chambers, she often patrols the Distant Village to ensure that there are no ill-intended intruders getting to close to the sacred resting place. She fights within the darkness where her foes cannot see her, and attacks with a large pin-like Nail. Bianca resides in the Failed Tramway, making use of an unfinished tunnel as her home.

-Elaine the Ghost Ant A former wanderer who decided to settle in Dirtmouth after hearing about the quiet little town. Though the wonders of treasure and glory deep within Hallownest do interest her, she greatly prefers a quiet and calm life, and has barely wandered much past the Crossroads. She offers a jewelry-making service, and enjoys crafting fine, custom-made Charms, though some of them are not magic-imbued like Salubra's.

-Ophelia the Orchid Mantis As a member of the mantis tribe, Ophelia intended to become a warrior, but was too fragile to fight. Instead, she chose to refine her skill in healing, studying local herbs and medicines so that she could assist her brethren. After the infection outbreak grew more serious, Ophelia was unable to safely wander the Fungal Wastes, forcing her to remain within the safety of the mantis tribe's gates, where her fellow warriors bring her herbs for her studies instead.

-Corona the Silk Moth Hailing from a distant land, Corona traveled great lengths to find the remains of Hallownest. Desiring to know the power and secrets of Soul, she hoped to find the rumored moth tribe, but was greatly disheartened to hear that the tribe had long died out. Eventually finding the old Seer, Corona learned what she could, and chose to remain within Hallownest out of curiosity of the land's past. She later set up a small hut within the Crossroads, near the Ancestral Mound, but rarely returns to her home since she is often wandering Hallownest.

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rupertacton · 8 years ago

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GET THE FUCK OUT OF LONDON

Having the dreams again. The city as a different city. Escape to the country. Relocation relocation. Seemingly endless city. Suburbia stretches out then coils back in on itself. Event horizon pierced. Escape velocity reached. I would move here. The pub is full of locals. Would I want to spend all my time with these people? Nothing to do but attach immense importance to small concerns. The travellers are back. You can't say anything these days. The council spent all the money on public art. It's not even art. Art to me is a painting on the wall. The sky is massive. Too big. Too much perspective. Waves crash on to the beach beneath the cottage. Clifftops. Rain hitting the windows. Step outside to look at the stars. Are they stars or the lights of ships on the horizon? Deep drag. Expel smoke. Riptides pull at the foundations of my brain. Bottles of local beer. Card games. I hate games. Unless I'm somewhere like this. Coastal path. Walking for the whole day. Freedom. People say hello to each other. Deeply unsettling. Bucolia. Unidentified birds of prey circle. Nature is brutal. We are nature. Sheep. Everywhere. I thought this was a National Park? Looks like a fucking farm to me. I've just read Feral. Will I give up this landscape for an Old Etonian's contentious vision of a future rewilded? Will I fuck. Maybe I will. It's persuasive. Snowdon. 2 hours sleep? At most. With the lads. LADS LADS LADS. Little dab of dizzle at the summit. As if this isn't exhilarating enough. Added spice though. Can't argue with that. Still haven't developed the disposable camera. Snowdon again. Just the two of us. Before. Pyg Track. We scramble up until we hit the snowline. Man at work. On lunch. Eating a sandwich. Looking at all of this. We trace the lines of distant roads as we loop back towards the car. My exploration depends on others abilities. I'm a good passenger. Paint testing station near Winchelsea. Almost magical in it's singular weirdness. Highly recommended. Trip Advisor. Bad trip advisor. Small towns on Friday nights. No one about. You could still get the shit kicked out of you if you're not careful. Guard down. Circling through cul-de-sacs to find the entrance to the woods. We walk to find a view of a water tower. Concrete outposts off A-roads. Motorway bridges. Sacred stones. Service stations as autonomous zones. Never just simply food. If it was up to me I would never leave. Everything is here. We leave. I bid a fond farewell. The break was welcome. 24 hours. 7 days a week. 365 days a year. Magical names. Taunton Deane. Leigh Delamere. Heston. Watford Gap. Pease Pottage. Incantations. The M5 just past Bristol. Terraced into the side of the hills. Views over Avonmouth. Car full of organic produce. 18 ounces in the boot. Secret location. Unassuming house. Daytrip. Cream tea. Wild mushroom risotto. Skin up if you want. Take some fudge. Made with Devon Cream. Journey back floating on a cloud. Journeys back from festivals. Stags. Keeping the driver awake. Haven't really slept all weekend. Woods near Crowborough. Back to nature. Tents pitched. Tarp shelter. DMT as the fire burns into the night. Group of kids on dirt bikes shocked by the sight of middle aged men living a post-apocalyptic dream amongst the ferns. Jake's tree. Emotions. These acres are infinite. Lundy Island. A point on the map. Wasn't sure it even existed outside of that. It does. Trust me. The journey back. Rough seas. Never been so aware of my own mortality. We survived. Just. Soaked. Friend tells us story in service station. Dark. Burger King. We console him. Rain pisses down. Islander visiting islands. Scilly. St Agnes. The Turk's Head. More than a holiday. A religious experience. We experience the sacred. One day the people will reclaim this magic from the Duchy Of Cornwall. This should belong to us all. THIS WHOLE ISLAND AND IT'S SURROUNDING ISLANDS SHOULD BE OURS. Can't ruin it anymore than these cunts with their grouse moors and shooting weekends and fox hunts and bad farming practices and subsidised lifestyles. But what do I know? Another know nothing city dweller. More islands. Hilbre. Ynys Mon. Foulness. Brownsea. Wight. Islands off islands off islands. Fractal shorelines. Retreat inland. Bad magic. Poundbury. I preferred Milton Keynes. This crowded island? Really? I walk for miles and see nobody. These people claim to love this country but I don't see them. They are in love with an idea. The actual thing scares them. It's not what they want. They want somewhere that doesn't exist. That never existed. One day I will stumble into a secret far right training camp and be used as target practice. Or some Jihadists will demonstrate some unarmed combat techniques on my person. I can't fucking wait. Deliverance. Who knows what darkness lurks just off the marked footpaths? Sacrificial altars just out of view of the picnic area. Orgies of copulation and fornication in AONB. Used condoms litter the SSSI. The Cerne Abbas giant touched inappropriately. Dorset Police are launching an investigation. Is there an equivalent of Orientalism when city dwellers exoticise the rural? I AM GUILTY. Cover me in tar. Black me up. Make me carry a burning barrel through your village. Cover me in burrs. Burn my effigy at your bonfire. TEACH ME YOUR WAYS. I'm willing to learn. Deep country. I can finally see the constellations as the sky clears. At dusk I see a barn owl silently flying across the flooded field. Reading as the sun falls into the sea. I will spare you a list of writers. I'm sure you can work it out. I won't insult your intelligence. That's about the only thing I won't insult. I've had a few at the village pub. Having a few more now we're back. Might even crack out that gear. The Rhosneigr night out. Hollyoaks in Anglesey. A snow machine. A fucking snow machine. To go with the Apres-ski theme. Men in fishing overalls dancing to Storm Queen drinking jugs of pink cocktails. The tiny village pub on the Llyn Peninsula. 18 of us. Most of us off our tits on coke. MDMA. Some of us on mushrooms. No one speaking English apart from us. 21st birthday in the function room. Banging out what sounds like gabber. In the bogs doing bumps. Pints and shots. Very accommodating. Back to the cottage to carry on. Cottages. Holiday homes. Good value if you go out of season. A base. Somewhere to cook. Hole up. Get away form it all. Decimating local communities. Pushing up prices. No wonder they used to burn them down in Wales. The way things are going it will probably start happening again. It's not tourism without a hefty degree of guilt and complicity in destruction. I am urban and English. I am scum. I love locally sourced food and drink. I will buy your chutneys and cheeses and beers. I will tell people about the wonderful little unspoiled beach and the amazingly shit but good local museum. The stunning walks. The wildlife. And then my friends will come. And their friends will come. And all will be lost. Have you been to the South Stack Cliffs bird reserve on Holy Island? Have you walked from Rye to Camber Castle? Have you walked the Broomway? What about the beach and derelict nightclub at Carlyon Bay? Have you heard seals sing on the sandbanks in the Dee Estuary off West Kirby? Have you been to the Eden Project? Reculver Castle? Taken the boat out from Poole to Brownsea Island to see Red Squirrels? Explored Canvey Island? Found fossils in Lyme Regis? The sand dunes at Climping? Walked from Deal to Sandwich? Don't miss the last train. Or it be cancelled. You might end up at Tonbridge at 2am waiting for a cab to take you back to London after being shunted around various stations in Kent for most of the night. A late train through the countryside. Only person in the carriage. You stop somewhere and a bunch of beered up locals get on. You are a target. If you can't handle the banter you're in trouble. Thank god I'm not a goth. Or black. Or in any way obviously different to them. I've got longish hair. But I'm wearing a shirt. A checked one. Like them. I say I'm on my way back to London. They all laugh. But it's good natured. Sort of. Still my palms sweat. Heart races. I'm allowed to read my book. They get off at the next station. I change at Ipswich. I read maps. Like novels. They are better than novels. The AA Great Britain Road Atlas. So many places I will never go. How do you find time to travel the world when there is so much in those pages? Essentially it will all be the same. I know this. I'm not bothered. It's the small things. The brown signs. FOLLOW THEM ALL. You will be disappointed but each disappointment will be unique. In it's own little way. Each boring museum. Each unwelcoming attraction. Each neglected Nature Reserve. I'm only half serious. As always. I've experienced such heart stopping beauty here. Beyond irony. Fuck irony. I don't leave London for a joke. The British seaside resort is amazing. Sad. Beautiful. The British countryside is awe inspiring. Wild. Managed. The interaction. Fascinating. The coast is unique. Variety of landscape. Wildlife. Treasure it. Care for it. I don't want to lose it. I want my hypothetical future children to experience at least this. At least. If not more. Rewild. Rewild your mind. It's good for you. It's good for us. Don't be afraid. It's worth it. If you live there please don't hate us. You need us. We need you. Don't lock us out. Trespassers should be welcomed with open arms. This belongs to us all.

KEEP BRITAIN INTERESTING. FOLLOW THE COUNTRYSIDE CODE. CLOSE ALL GATES. WATCH OUT FOR BULLS. WATCH OUT FOR TORIES. USE YOUR RIGHTS OF WAY. RESPECT THE LANDSCAPE. DON'T KEEP OFF OUR LAND. KEEP BRITAIN OPEN.

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