#fluke hermit

[flukeseveryday]

Day 97: They have… different definitions of treasure

Also I’m back from disappearing, I’m sorry I just misplaced my motivation for a while.

[zoteboateveryday]

zote fluke

Drawing Zote every day until we get Zoteboat: Day 279

Is this satisfactory, great master of Flukes?

[pocochiiiiii]

Lots of colored bugs Part 7

[hollow-knight-wiki]

Trivia Tuesday: Fluke Hermit

Did you know? The Fluke Hermit is the only member of the flukes encountered in Hallownest that is capable of speech. It is unknown whether this is a unique trait of the Hermit, or if all flukes were capable of speech before the Infection.

Read more about the Fluke Hermit on the Independent Hollow Knight Wiki!

[hollow-knight-fights]

Hollow Knight Fight Round 1, Wave 5

Submit your propaganda here or in the tags/comments/reblogs!

[interwovenwordsmith]

Royal Waterways poem. This is definitely not my favorite area but it is quite interesting. However, when I think of this place, I think of all the bacteria and nasties crawling about. This poem took some time to compose because it's just so cold where I live but it was fun to make.

Thanks for reading ♥️

[reverieaudios]

I can bake an angel food cake without it collapsing if there are any wealthy individuals who are looking for a somewhat adequate househusband

[fungal-wasted]

(id in alt text)

i was thinking about the flukes and had this stupid ass realization

[dailygrumbot]

Day 69: MCYTNPC Showdown Pt 2

Grum's in round three of the @mcytnpcshowdown ! This time against Yogurt. If you'd like to vote for him, go [here]

This ones is styled like pokemon battles in B2W2 (to the point i even grabbed some sprites from the game thanks to Spriters-Resource. mainly the vs which i edited, and the star background bc I didn't know what I was doing for it) The Grum and Yogurt are custom sprites I made, Grum fully custom and Yogurt through a heavily edited vulpix)

The one for yesterday was based on a character fusion video thumbnail I saw once, and I have plans for more style inspirations. I'll probably start on the Grumbot art for tomorrow's later today, then work on his opponent closer to the end of round 3. (Though my bets are on Tilly)

[aesthetically-dying101]

Law of Attraction (Part 2)

A/N: part two, things don't get better yet.

Do not copy nor translate my work.

Other parts: Part 1 ; Part 3 ; Part 4; Part 5 ; Part 6

It wasn't really fascination.

That would be giving it too much weight. It was more like... curiosity. A mild curiosity about the way you carried yourself. How you walked into a room like you were bracing for impact, how your bracelets clinked faintly whenever you moved, how you always seemed to have something biting to say even when you weren't speaking.

Loud. You were loud, even when you weren't saying a word.

He approached the partnership with quiet detachment, assuming he would have to carry the weight of the work. It wasn't arrogance; it was pragmatism. He'd done it before with other group projects. Better to take control early than risk being dragged down.

But then you surprised him.

You were a contradiction.

On one hand, you were undeniably clever. Your sections of the project were always meticulously researched, your work thorough enough that even he couldn't find fault in it. On the other hand, there was an air of chaos about you—like you were constantly balancing on the edge of something, a storm waiting to happen.

The first time you handed over your part of the research, he had stared at the document longer than he probably should have. It was thorough, meticulously cited, and impressively detailed. Far more than he'd expected. He didn't know what to make of it. The effort you'd put in didn't match the person he thought you were.

Still, he rationalized it. One good draft doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was a fluke, a desperate attempt to prove yourself. People often tried harder at the start.

He'd seen the timestamps on your emails, the meticulous attention to detail in your notes. It didn't go unnoticed.

But it wasn't something he could bring himself to address. Not directly.

He'd caught himself watching you in class a few times, though he didn't let it linger. There was something about the way you seemed to fold into yourself lately, retreating further and further into your own little bubble. It was subtle at first—avoiding eye contact, staying quiet unless spoken to. But by now, it was clear. You were pulling away.

He didn't know why that bothered him.

*-*

You weren't good at... being normal.

You stopped texting Nanami, stopped trying to initiate anything. No more casual "Hey, how's it going?" No more questions about the project or his thoughts on what needed tweaking. It was like everything you said might be the wrong thing.

Every night, you'd sit at your desk, headphones on, the cold glow of your laptop screen the only light in the room. You'd type out your part—perfectly researched, perfectly worded—and then you'd hit send, your heart pounding in your chest like you were doing something wrong.

Is this how people work together?

You'd pause, question it for a moment, but then shrug it off. The work was done. That's what mattered.

But it wasn't.

Even your friends, who you didn't see much of lately, had noticed. Aiko, your human hurricane of a best friend, had pulled you aside last week.

“Hey, so like... you alive?” she’d asked, eyebrow arched, arms crossed like she was ready to stage an intervention.

“I’m fine,” you’d mumbled, brushing her off. “Just busy.”

“Uh-huh,” she’d said, clearly not buying it. “You know there’s a difference between being busy and being a hermit, right?”

You hadn’t responded. Just shrugged and made some excuse to leave.

And unbeknowkst to you, Nanami had noticed- he had noticed far more than you thought he had.

In his calm, observant way, he had pieced it all together. The silence. The absence of your texts. The sudden shift from hesitant, overly polite conversation to absolutely nothing.

And then there were the emails. They landed in his inbox at unholy hours, like clockwork. Perfectly formatted, always thorough, always on time. But cold. Clinical. No notes, no context, no “let me know if this works for you.”

It wasn’t like before.

He noticed how you kept your head down in class, eyes glued to your notebook, avoiding his gaze like it might burn you. He noticed how you’d slip out the door the second the lecture ended, no room for small talk, no chance for him to say... well, anything.

And it bothered him.

More than it should have.

At first, he told himself it didn’t matter. You were still contributing. You were still doing the work. But there was something nagging at him, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Maybe it was the quietness of it all. The way you seemed to disappear into yourself, little by little. Maybe it was the realization that he didn’t know why.

Nanami wasn’t used to this. He was used to predictability. People fitting neatly into categories, into roles. But you? You didn’t fit anywhere. Not in the law department. Not in his carefully ordered world. And now, not even in your own orbit.

And for reasons he didn’t fully understand, he hated it.

*-*

"Hey, Nanami," Tetsuya said, his voice more curious than teasing, "How's the project with your... partner? What's her name? The one with the piercings and the black eyeliner?"

Nanami stiffened, not used to hearing the conversation turn in that direction. He didn't like talking about it, not in front of his friends, especially not in front of them. But Tetsuya was always a little too curious for his own good.

"You mean Y/N?" Nanami said, the name slipping out of his mouth with a little more force than he meant.

"Yeah, that's the one," Tetsuya continued, his grin widening. "How's that going? You two make a good team or... what?"

Nanami's eyes flicked to the table, his hand gripping his coffee cup a little too tightly. "It's fine. We're making progress."

Tetsuya raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Fine? That's it? Man, you're a lot calmer about this than I expected. I thought she'd be all over the place, distracting you or something."

Hiroshi chuckled from his seat, not even looking up from his phone. "Yeah, isn't she one of those alternative types? What, like, a punk or something?"

Nanami felt his jaw tighten. "That's not really what I meant, and she's a metalhead." he muttered, but he couldn't help the defensive edge in his voice. He hadn't really thought much about it, at least not until now. But you—you were different from the others in his class, in every way.

He didn't like it when his friends reduced you to a stereotype. It felt wrong, like they were talking about someone he was supposed to be working with. But maybe they were right. Maybe your differences were too much to ignore.

"Honestly," Tetsuya continued, "I don't get how you deal with someone like that. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's cool and all if that's how she wants to dress. But c'mon, she looks like she walked out of some underground concert or whatever."

Nanami kept quiet, not sure how to respond. His friends were usually well-meaning, but they never understood the kinds of things that got under his skin. He had already heard their jokes about people like you—about your style, your piercings, the way you didn't fit into the law department's neat, pressed environment.

But hearing it now felt different. It didn't sit right in his stomach.

"It's just weird," Hiroshi added, still tapping away at his phone. "How does she even keep up with the work? You don't think she's just coasting, do you? I mean, how much could someone like that actually know about law?"

Nanami's hand gripped his cup a little too tightly, the ceramic cold against his palm. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the surge of frustration.

"She's competent," he said, his voice cold and curt. "I don't think she's the problem."

Tetsuya gave him a skeptical look. "Really? I don't know, man. You sure about that? I mean, she looks like she'd rather be doing anything else."

"Maybe she just doesn't like drawing attention," Nanami said, his voice quieter than usual, surprising even himself. It wasn't like him to defend someone, especially not when he didn't know how to explain what he was feeling.

The two friends exchanged glances, then shrugged, clearly not convinced.

"Whatever, man. I guess you know better," Tetsuya said with a dismissive wave, returning to his conversation with Hiroshi.

But Nanami couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It had been weeks, and he'd barely seen you in class anymore. You barely spoke. Your work was good—excellent, even—but you were withdrawing more and more. Every time he received your section of the project late at night, he found himself staring at the screen longer than necessary, wondering why you weren't just... there.

:)

[linterteatime]

All the hollow knight gijinkas i have made so far, with links for easy find (◕_◕)

Troupe Master Grimm, Divine, The Radiance, Brumm, Broken Vessel

Quirrel, Mantis Lords, Traitor Lord, The Knight/Ghost, Tiso

Hornet, Lace, Myla, The Collector, Bretta

Pure Vessel, White Lady, Pale King

Marissa, The Hollow Knight, Iselda, Xero, Eternal Emilitia

Monomon The Teacher, Cornifer, Cloth, Jiji, Soulmaster

Hive Knight, Queen Vespa, Grey Mourner, Traitors Child, Marmu

God Seeker, Blue Child Joni, Herrah The Beast, Midwife

Nightmare King Grimm, Markoth, Gorb, Zote The Mighty, No Eyes

Grimmchild , Dung Defender, Moss Prophet, Grub, Grey Prince Zote

Paint Master Sheo, Nailmaster Oro And Mato, Nailsage Sly, Nailsmith, Lurien The Watcher

Salubra, God Tammer, Pale Lurker, Seer, Thistlewind

Small changes to Pure Vessel, Troupe Master Grimm, The Radiance

Fierce Dryya, Mister Mushroom, The Hunter, Snail Shaman

Isma, Revek, Steel Soul Jinn, Tuk

Flukemarm, Fluke Hermit, Dream Warrior Galien, Relic Seeker Lemm

Milibelle, Nosk, Elderbug, Maggot

Grimmkin Novice, Grimmkin Master, Grimmkin Nightmare, Elder Hu

Distant Villagers, Grimm Steed, Massive Moss Charger, Kingsmould

Unn, Cristal Guardian, False Knight/Mighty Hegemol, Watcher Knights

Gruz Mother, Vengefly King, Leg Eater, Menderbug

Willoh, Grubfather, Hot Spring Bugs, Mask Maker

The Last Stag/Old Stag, Brooding Mawlek, Little Fool, Soul Warrior

Ummu, Bardoon, Soul Twister, Volt Twister, Mistake, Folly

Extra stuff for the gijinkas + Fixes for old ones

Greenpath Vessel, Ellina The Chronicler, oblobbles, royal retainers

White Defender, Lord Fool, Winged Nosk, Grub Mimic

(Greenpath enemies): Mosscreep, Mossfly, Mosskin, Volatile mosskin, Fool eater, Squit, Obble, Gulka, Maskfly, Moss knight, Mossy vagabond, Durandoo, Duranda, Aluba

(Fog canyon enemies, The hive enemies, and 3 other ones without groups): Ooma, Uoma, Lumafly, Lifeseed, Bluggsac, Wingmould, Husk hive, Hive soldier, Hiveling, Hive guardian.

(Enemies from the abyss, ancient basin, and some others): knight's shade, siblings, lightseed, infected balloon, mawlurk, lesser mawlek, shadow creeper, entombed husk, void tendrils.

(Enemies from fungal wastes and a few mantises) : Ambloom, Fungling, Fungoon, Sporg, Fungified Husk, Shrumeling, Shrumal Warrior, Shrumal Ogre, Mantis Youth, Mantis Warrior, Mantis Petra.

(Enemies from the city of tears) : Husk Sentry, Heavy Sentry, Winged Sentry, Lance Sentry, Husk Dandy, Cowardly Husk/Lurien the Watcher's butler, Gluttonous Husk, Gorgeous Husk, Great Husk Sentry, Belfly.

(I will make more dw)

[flukeseveryday]

Day 91: fridge (via @microwavingtoniii)

[zambehnation]

I have yet to read a geraskier fanfic with reincarnation like a lot of fics deal with geralt being afraid to pursue his bard because short human life span but what if jaskier, for some reason, keeps getting reincarnated?

In their first life together geralt never said anything, he'd considered it, feared the heartache of having jaskier the way he'd wanted, living a good life together for a short while but never growing old and eventually watching jaskier die and just decided he'd never survive it and didn't let himself have it. And he'd loved yen too, sure they didn't always work and she'd fleet in and out of his life when she fancied but that was enough. Eventually jaskier settled down in a quiet coastal town and though gerlat visited, he'd never stayed too long. He's on the path when he hears the bard had passed and he'd mourned for a long long while.

Eventually ciri dies too and the twin losses leave him feeling alone, bereft. He moves deep into the forest after that, spends a couple of decades as a hermit, being forgotten, until yen finds him again and convinces him he was needed. And some years after, while he's in a small town, he sees a man that looks suspiciously like jaskier and it shouldn't be possible because jaskier never had children of his own.

When he tells yen and yen sees him for herself, they chalk it up to the weird whims of fate but decide to leave it alone. The man isn't his bard tho he might look it. It doesnt stop geralt from checking in on him occasionally (he insists it isnt stalking). Geralt keeps away and let's the man live his life but marvels at the little ways he's still so similar to his bard. Yen said something about the soul but neither of them believed before and that was that. The man eventually grows old and dies and geralt thinks it's a fluke. A terribly upsetting fluke but the man wasn't his bard and geralt couldn't bring himself to be part of this one's life- too raw still from loss.

It isn't until the third time that geralt begins to think fate is fucking with him and what the fuck does she want??

Its a reincarnation groundhog day soup if you will because fate is a shipper and geralt fucked up the first time.

[pocochiiiiii]

Lots of bugs Part 7

[violetdawn001]

Editing my Dreamers' Houses essay and my goodness, it made me realize how much fight is still left in the Dreamers.

Herrah is all spent, only thinking about her daughter. Unfortunately, there isn't anyone else except Midwife in the Distant Village.

Why?

All the Weavers decided that being Infected, losing your mind while your body attacks anything that moves, was worse than literal slavery. Only those most devoted to Herrah remained...and all of them got infected.

Monomon has no fight...except to argue with Lurien. But have you considered that she has nothing left to fight for?

There is literally NO ONE in her Archives except her infected Uummu, Uomas, and Oomas. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HER STUDENTS IS DEAD BEFORE THE GAME EVEN STARTED. Except Quirrel. Quirrel whom she calls back to finally rest.

Lurien has the most fight...and yes, the Spire doesn't have a single known person still themselves in the Infection. But what about Lurien's whole City?

Yes, yes, the noble side is completely Infected and the Soul Master kidnapped and drained more than half of the citizens belonging to the left side of the City, BUT there are still free people!

The Nailsmith! Eternal Emilitia! Even Lemm, a newcomer to his City! And goodness, the Collector! And grubbies. Can't forget the grubs.

If you go down a bit further, then there's Orgrim, Tuk, and the Fluke Hermit!

Lurien still has people! People with Names! Hopes! And Dreams free from the Radiance!

And if you expand Lurien's care from the City to Hallownest (which isn't a stretch considering how Lurien is so patriotic for his kingdom) then every free bug in Hallownest is his too.

Now here's a question, does Lurien still care about his butler who is Infected? About every single of his servants and friends under the Radiance's spell? If so, what about every captured citizen of Hallownest?

If so, then Lurien is fighting for them too, just like we do for Myla. Fighting and Hoping against Hope itself that they all can be saved one day.

This came as no surprise to me. What knocked me out was realizing that Monomon's efforts were for nothing. Becoming a Dreamer for her students and keep Hallownest united only for everyone to die anyway??? No wonder she was done.

[hollow-knight-fights]

Round 2, Wave 2: HKNPC Fight

Propaganda welcome!