#ghs kin

[sorcerer-edits]

neko zombie (gregory horror show) moodboard for anon!

[be4utiful4byss]

godbless this looks kind of ass but my attempt at drawing him decently for the first time

[narcobarbies]

Bobbie Spencer, Our Forever Friend | General Hospital (January 3rd, 2024)

[ghclassic]

[8golden-harvest8]

My Pinkie Pie kinsona of sorts, Party Time!

The chocolate chip coat patches pattern was not planned but I kinda like it

I’m kinda scared that she looks too cluttered but eh fuck it-!

I love her ;w;

[allmo247]

[ghmusings]

what a shame!

Kin posted this recent Tweet on his official Twitter page. What the heck is going on at GH?? They just lost Jackie, now they are getting rid of another OG, just when GH is celebrating it’s 60th anniversary?? If you don’t like this decision, post it on General Hospital’s official Twitter page. I personally wanted him to get back together with Liesl!

[lovelovelovelovelove987654321]

Neighbors

Part 1 Part 2

Tw: female reader, mention of Y/N

Proofread by the lovely @crashtestbunny

Ghost sighed as he signed the paperwork to rent a shitty flat. He sighed as he unloaded the boxes from his car, and he sighed as he stepped into the apartment. It matched him, he thought. The cobwebs, the dust, the watermarks, the stains on the carpet and the walls. It all matched his rotting soul. He didn't love the situation, but since when did he deserve to love anything? It was a place to leave his things when he was deployed. It would keep him (mostly) dry and warm, hopefully.

He let the maggots that lived in his brain slither around for a moment before shoving them back. He needed to unpack, and then eat. Get things done. Have a plan of action. Thats how he functioned best. Take off the mask? He briefly considered it, then shook his head sharply. He hadnt cleared the space of cameras yet.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door. Immediately alert to danger, he mentally cataloged the guns and knives he had hidden on various parts of his body. Slowly he opened the door to see his savior. You. With a bright smile and a Tupperware of cookies in hand, you shoved a ray of sunshine and and life right into the endlessly deep pit of darkness that was his brain. He liked no one, absoluetly no one, but he liked you already.

"Hi!" You chirped, "I'm your neighbor! I brought cookies!"

He forgot how to speak for a moment. You were... everything. He gruffly cleared his throat, he wanted to make his voice a little gentler for you. He didn't want to be anything less than perfect for you.

"'Ello. Thanks." He grunted, then cursed himself inwardly. He'd scare you off and he'd never seen you again and he'd have to live with the poison inside of him all alone forever and-

"'Course!" Your smile hadn't faded at all. In fact, it might be bigger. Brighter. More beautiful.

There was a slight awkward pause where Ghost wracked his brains for something, anything to say.

"Weathers been-" "My name is-"

Your smile turned sheepish, a little amused, maybe.

"You can go first." You said, and he wanted to hold you close, tell you everything and nothing all at once because his past had no place here, in your vicinity, but maybe he could tell you a happy memory or two and make you laugh?

"No, you 'kin go." He would let you talk over him forever, if you wanted. He wished he could listen to your voice 24/7/365. Record it and play it on repeat.

With a grateful look, you started again. "My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

A name a name a name a name a name. He had a name for you. It fit. Beautiful, just like you.

"Gh- Simon. The names Simon Riley." He was Ghost. To everyone. Even Soap wasn't allowed to call him Simon, Soap didn't even know he was Simon. Simon was the gentle, innocent, helpless, young boy he used to be. Simon wasn't him anymore.

But for you, he could be. Maybe. He hoped he could be. He could try, anyway.

He didn't want to be Ghost around you. Ghost, who would infect you with his dirty soul. Ghost, who hurt everything he touched, Ghost, who didn't feel. Ghost, who didn't care. Ghost, who was everything that he wanted your life to be free of.

[helluva-high]

my friend got me into rodamrix’s among us series recently and im so ill for these guys i love them sm

also hi im gh red alternate kin? methinks gh yeah blue my bf ok bye i love them

[tartsinarat]

More memes because my designing is not designing for Nimbus :/ but anyways I decided to start doing some “season 2” stuff because that’s the part with the most juicy drama so here’s the slight redesigns of season 2a! hexside trio + Pip’s season 2a design because I was in a silly mood

POV; the gang gives you some kind affirmations :)

Also like creator, like grimwalker… Pip does have slight murderous impulses lmaooo

look at the GH au masterpost or lest ye hounds be set upon your land and your kin

[alw4ys-ch4ng1ng]

Would you want me to update the picture to say "relate to" instead of kinlist for you? :3 /genq /nf

(And maybe remove Basil since he's an actual kin now if you want)

So you don't have to worry ab procrastinating.... GH no that sounds rude but as a chronic procrastinator I js mean like I wanna help get smth off ur plate ^^;

NO ITS OK TY FOR OFFERING THOOO

i wanna redo my entire intro post like as a whole so it wont even have the kinlist thing soon

[genderdotcom]

more thoughts on this. i've been reading too many drizzt books now the writing style has infected me and i need to be quarantined or put down or something. tw for haarlep's deal (implied) (deleted and reposted this bc im indecisive over it)

(DISCLAIMER. THIS WORK REFERS TO EYES AS “ORBS”. WEAR APPROPRIATE PROTECTIVE EQUIPMENT AT ALL TIMES)

Dirin explained everything. His defection, his disguise, the innkeeper that had taken him under her wing and the bards he learned from on the road. He spoke with as much urgency as he could muster- this was a hero he was talking to. And he knew well the reputation his kin had.

Heedless of his tale, the ranger took a potato from her pack. It had sprouted, taking root in the darkness of her bag of provisions- but she began to peel it nonetheless.

Dirin began to feel, infuriatingly, as if he was making excuses and defending himself to an implacable sa’varsh. 

“Why did you call me out on my disguise if you didn’t wish to speak with me? Lay it out plainly, please.” He bit out with no small amount of barely reined-in irritation.

“Fine, fine. Like I said, I had a gith friend. And I like to stick my nose places it’s not needed.” He nodded, understanding it to be the most important quality of those fabled heroes he so looked up to, but the tiefling barreled on.

“I mean, it passes the time, y’know? Not much else to do.” “You’ve done a lot already, if the tales I’ve heard are true.”

“They aren’t.” Her reply was prompt.

“None of them? So the curse of Moonrise Towers still stands? So Baldur’s Gate is overrun by gh- by mind flayers?” “I know what ghaik means, mate, you don’t have to translate yourself to me. And what does it matter if I did all those things? A half dozen others were right there doing more than me.”

Yes, he knew all about them. The noble Blade of Frontiers, the archmage Gale of Waterdeep, Karlach Demonsbane who laid down her life for the city; even fragmented tales of a woman that must have been a Githyanki. Well, the ranger’s claim that she had a gith friend would corroborate that. It would have been the perfect tale to tell to get him in the spotlight were it not for his treacherous, cowardly heart skipping beats at the thought of mentioning his kin.

“Is there something special about this town, for you to stop here?” There didn’t seem to be. In the few months Dirin had spent in the town- more of a village, really- the people had proven themselves to be nothing but ordinary, though perhaps with more of a tolerance for novelty than he’d expected.

“Absolutely nothing. Didn’t you hear me? I’m not doing anything.”

It had been six months since the Netherbrain fell, and Dirin had heard many tales of Riah, the tiefling fighter- now a ranger, it seemed- and her stalwart defense of the Sword Coast’s frontiers. Her small knife pressed through the potato, and she dropped the cubes into the simmering pot. Her hair fell into her face hampered only by her horns.

She looked tired.

The stew was finished before the sun had fully set. Despite Dirin’s insistence that he didn’t need anything from her, he had his own food, she ladled it into two wooden bowls and pressed one into his hands. The warmth, at least, brought some life into him as they both sat there, sipping at it in silence.

A violent shudder passed through Riah’s body. Though Dirin could see nothing afoot, she convulsed strongly enough that the bowl of stew in her hand slipped and spilled over the packed dirt. Recovering quickly, she shook off the droplets that had landed on her hand and simply stared at the stew slowly absorbing into the ground.

“What happened? Are you al-” Dirin brought up his hand, ready to cast a healing spell, though he knew well that his prowess was very limited; but she stopped him with a gesture.

“Fine. Just an old wound.” Her breath hissed through her teeth. There was something tightly wound about her posture in that moment, the horrible tension of prey unable to flee. “It doesn’t la- ah- last too long. Usually.” She leaned down to pick up her bowl, her scarred red knuckles bleached pink from tension. 

“You’re a hero. I’m sure any healer along the Coast would-” “No, they wouldn’t. Couldn’t.” Waiting for Dirin to finish his sentence was too much of an effort, it seemed. “‘S what I get for dealing with… well, I told you already. It’s fine.”

But she made no effort to pour herself more stew, and spent the rest of dinner staring silent into the fire. Her nails bit bloody crescents into her palms.

Following some unspoken agreement, they took watch in shifts. The strangeness of the situation was almost soporific to Dirin, but ingrained discipline kept his eyes open from the middle of the night to the morning. 

He’d almost expected Riah to pack up and leave. Instead, she cleaned up the campfire and took her turn sleeping with no words exchanged. She was asleep in moments- but the twitches and shudders remained. Sweat beaded on her brow and pooled in the wrinkles of her twisted, pinched expression. If this was an illness or injury, it was like none he knew of.

Dirin woke with the dawn. Riah was still up, poking at the coals of the campfire with a long stick.

“It doesn’t usually last that long.” She said in lieu of ‘good morning’. “I’m fine now.” There was something in her other hand, a balled up piece of paper- a letter of some sort? 

She staggered to her feet, unfurling the crumpled sheet. Her piercing blue orbs examined it for one long moment, flitting between it and his face, there and back.

“Say, Dirin- your name was Dirin, right? How do you feel about going to a party?”

[abyssembraced]

I've briefly mentioned this before in the past, but I've given it some more thought recently and can now safely say with confidence:

Ghost's (and by extension, all other Vessels') "cloak" is actually a set of wings.

By default, these wings don't actually work, however, which could have been caused by multiple different things. Maybe it's some sort of genetic thing that came about because of how different the Pale King and the White Lady are species-wise (though since they and the vessels are all gods, maybe they wouldn't have any issues like that?). Or perhaps the Void prematurely halted the development of the wings when it was introduced into the Vessels' egg(s). Or maybe the Vessels did initially hatch with working wings, but being in the Abyss damaged them and rendered them unusable. Regardless, the point is that the Vessels have wings, but they don't (usually) work.

(More under the cut, this post is long dgsgshf)

If nothing else, the "cloak" is definitely part of the Vessels' bodies in some way, considering that they're present on the Vessel corpses in the Abyss, so it has to be something they hatched with:

And yeah, sure, the "cloak" doesn't really look much like a set of wings, but the Radiance has similar noodle-y things that are almost certainly meant to be wings:

Same goes for Markoth, who, being a moth, should logically have wings:

And Grimm, who also has a tendril-y segmented cloak that later turns out to be very wing-like:

And Grimmchild, who flaps its wings and flies:

And the Maskflies and Belflies:

Among others.

So yeah, I'd say that the Vessel "cloaks" look similar enough to other wing designs in Hollow Knight! And also I don't know enough about bug biology to have any other ideas of what the "cloak" can be dgdgsgsf

And also, to go off on a quick, non-Ghost-specifically-related tangent, I imagine that most of the "cloaks" and "clothing" that the bugs in Hallownest seem to "wear" are actually just part of their body in some way. Pretty much only the Weavers and the bugs rich enough to afford their creations had actual clothing garments that were separate from their bodies. So like, Hornet's cloak and the things the husks in the rich half of the City of Tears are wearing are Weaver-made clothing, but, say, the "cloak" that Elderbug has is just part of his body. Clothes are a symbol of status, not something everyone is expected to wear.

Hollow's design, more specifically their appearance as Pure Vessel, also points to the "cloaks" being some sort of body part. Looking at two of their sprites from their pre-battle cutscene, you can see that Hollow's armoured cape that they destroy and the shorter cloak that they actually fight in are two clearly different colours. They're two different garments, with the grey cloak being underneath the white cape. The grey cloak being part of their body would explain why Hollow wasn't just wearing the white cape alone.

It is true though that Hollow's "cloak" as an adult really doesn't look like wings, even for Hollow Knight's artstyle, unlike the ones the baby Vessels have. So, continuing with the idea that it is, indeed, still a set of wings, maybe Hollow's have been clipped?

Considering Broken Vessel/Lost Kin, it seems like the wings normally grow to be pretty long. I imagine they'd get in the way quite often when trying to fight with a nail and stuff.

So, with that in mind, as well as the fact that the wings don't even work, and that even if they did work, Hollow is so large that there wouldn't be many places where they really could fly much, I could see parts of their wings being trimmed to make fighting easier. Probably by the Pale King, or perhaps even by Hollow themself. Or maybe it wasn't a deliberate action at all (at least at first), and the wings just got sliced off in a training accident because of how large they were. …And then PK/Hollow continued to clip them if they ever grew back in subsequent molts, since it was just more convenient that way.

…But anyway. Back to Ghost.

The Mothwing Cloak and the Monarch Wings that Ghost obtains on their adventure aren't their own separate items—they're more like upgrades to Ghost's existing wings. The dead Greenpath Vessel's wings happened to be more intact than most others', and Ghost was able to basically absorb those wings' energy (and/or the "mothwing strands threaded within them") to strengthen their own ones. In doing so, Ghost gained a slight control over their wings that they previously did not have. That, combined with them observing Hornet's movements before and during their battle (in order to get a sense of the technique they'd need for the rest of their body), granted Ghost a short dash using their wings to propel them forward!

The Monarch Wings, meanwhile, were able to restore enough functionality in Ghost's wings to allow them a short burst of flight, though it's still far from proper flying. The Monarch Wings strengthen and lengthen Ghost's "cloak" wings by temporarily transforming them, which is something we do see in their sprites when they use it:

Also, in my old post about my Ghost's postgame design references for their masked and Shade/Void forms (which I actually wanna make an updated version of eventually with a timeline and added information and stuff), I mention that Ghost's "cloak" in their masked/stable/normal form transforms into Void tendrils in their Shade/Void form. This is, of course, because the "cloak" is their wings, and is part of their body! So when Ghost breaks or otherwise exits their mask, their wings also transform into pure Void alongside the rest of them.

And of course, in their Void form Ghost has access to full, unrestricted flight/floating. It's just a Void Creature Thing. There are stranger things about them dgdgsf (*cough* Shade Soul passing through solid surfaces)

[ghclassic]

[melanieexox]

GH: Blooper time!

Kin Shriner: Finally, it's my time to shine!

[ananglishliker]

A further step with Anglish

Folk like Anglish for it doesn't brook the borrowed words, for it is a lutterer English. But there's something that unformithely comes along when swaping out ellandish words with those from the same tongue kinfolk: foroldness.

And this seems to be something Anglish-followers like, for I found an almost fulwrought foroldening of English staffcraft. And I'm not going to hide that I'm one of those who like foroldening, and that I liked to know about this deeper back-to-the-roots.

I'll be talking about was changed in this forolder Anglish here. I'll be reckoning the links to a more throughgone writ in the end of this writing.

Staffrow (Alphabet)

Only two bookstaffs are eked: Ƿƿ (/w/) and Þþ (/θ/, /ð/). Yes, it's not that gripping, but things truly get started with the switches!

⟨c⟩ as /s/ > s (cinder > sinder)

⟨ch⟩ & ⟨tch⟩ as /tʃ/ > c/ce (chin > cin/choke > ceoke)

⟨dge⟩ as /dʒ/ > dg (bridge >A curious mind is a terrible curse bridg)

⟨gh⟩ as yoreloreish [x~ɣ] > g (high > hig/night > nigt)

⟨ie⟩ as /i/ > ee (field > feeld)

⟨le⟩ as /əl/ > el (neetle > neetel)

⟨o⟩ as /ʌ/ > u (son > sun/some > sum)

⟨ou⟩ & ⟨ow⟩ as /aʊ/ > u/ue/uCe (hound > hund/sow > sue/loud > lude)

⟨ough⟩ as /aʊ/ & /ʌf/ > uge (plough > pluge/tough > tuge)

⟨qu⟩ as /kw/ > cƿ (queen > cƿeen)

⟨sc⟩ as /sk/ > sk (score > skore)

⟨sh⟩ as /ʃ/ > sc (ship > scip)

⟨th⟩ as /θ/ or /ð/ > þ (the > þe)

⟨u⟩ as yoreloreish /ju/ > eƿ (hue > heƿ)

⟨u⟩ as /ɜ/ > e/i (bury > berry/burden > berden)

v as /v/ > f (leave > leaf/over > ofer)

w > ƿ (water > ƿater)

⟨wh⟩ as yoreloreish /hw/ > hƿ (whelp hƿelp)

y as /j/ > g/ge (yes > ges/yore > geore)

⟨z⟩ as /z/ > s (graze > grase/fizzy > fisy)

Retchings for why it was switched to that in the link reckoning below.

Can you already see the forolderlooking from this? Here's a wordset I'll be brooking as forebisen:

Unforolded: The tough errand to dodge through the crowded boughs of a fern oak tree thared skill and lastingness. Forolded: Þe tuge errand to dodg þruge þe crueded buges of an fern oak tree þared skill and lastingness.

That truly pleases me and is aslaking seeing English truly looking like a Germanish tongue. I thought about writing in a more and more forolded way as I reckon the changes, but, for the sake of a flowsome reading for the reader, I'll leave this list aside, but, if you'd like to read wordsets looking as such, there are sere in the from leaf at the end of this upload.

This switching might be enough for some, but there are those, like me, who would like to go even further and see, too, a forolded speechcraft.

Theedness and some throughnesses (Conjugations and some details)

Before we get started with theedness, we understandendly will be brooking the forename "thou". A forolded theedness may be known for all, since it can be outlined through the twoth and the third atell:

Twoth: anward > -est; forthwitten > -edst

Third: anward > -eth

And that's all, hence you can make any wordset:

"The man giveth the boy a book"

"A woman walketh through the woods"

Underyet: there are some sunderly shapes: doth (does, spoke /dʌθ/), hath (has), saith (says, spoke /sɛθ/).

Asking

To make asks, we will leave out the ask markers "do" and "does". Instead, we'll put the tideword in the beginning of the wordset, as one does in Deutsch:

Does he know the answer? > Knoweth he the answer?

Where do you live? > Where livest thou?

Ofolder and chirten.

Naying

Also in naying wordsets "do" and "does" swind. Instead, we use "not" after the main tideword:

I know not.

He came not.

With wrayingly, the ea is putting "not" after a wrayingly forename, but before a meanname:

I love him not.

I have not the book.

If the wordset has a underwordset, "not" will be right before the latter:

The king thought not that he was in any danger.

Byings and kins (Declinations and genders)

Here is the knottiest thing to learn, though not the hardest - you'll only need some time. Byings and kins are a widegale ken, which, for me at least, is the most gripping thing in speechcraft, for it's where the tongue shapechanges the most.

The first thing we need to know is that English wonted to have kins: werely, wifely and neither. And byings: nemmeningly, wrayingly, streeningly and forgivendly. And it turns out not only the meannames, but also the beckoningly forenames, lithwords and ekends had their own kin and bying bendings. Although Anglish doesn't brook the forgivendly bying.

Unheeding the thoughts of how these bendings would have grew and going right to the retching way English would look like today, we have:

Markoff lithword

Unmarkoff lithword

Ekends

But ekends are not that ofold though. It's said the strong-weak shed would have likely been kept. So ekends can be either strong or weak, and their bending changes for it. Although we can overlook the weak one and brook the strong one only, I'll be brooking both for the sake of a rawer forolding.

On the other hand, the ea to bend it is easy: weak ekends are those whose meanname is with a lithword, kithing forename or it's in streeningly; strong ekends are those that are unmarkoff. Here is the bending:

With these changes, let us take a look at what our bisen wordset looks like now:

Unforolded: The tough errand to dodge through the crowded boughs of a fern oak tree thared skill and lastingness.

Forolded: Þe tuge errand to dodg þruge þe cruededen bugen annes fernes oakes trees þared skill and lastingness.

Dealnimmends (Participles)

Dealnimmends are like the ekends, and as such they would be bended with the same endings, if there were not an unbiseniness in them:

Kithings (Demonstratives)

The kithings, since they are also ekendish, also are bent:

Rimes (Numbers)

Believe it or not, rimes wonted to be bent in the past. The rimes "one, for some ground, were the only ones that are bent. Rimes are either mainly or endbirdly. And, since they can be brooked with lithword, they can also be either strong or weak. The mainly's benting is:

The endbirdly's benting is:

Ownerly forenames (Personal pronouns)

And going even further, we forolden the ownerly forenames:

The shapes "mine" is now brooked before words beginning with a clepend as "a(n)". The same for "thou", which becomes "thine".

Askinglies

And, alongside with it, the askinglies are also bent!

Kinshiply (Relatives)

Forget we not the kinshiplies:

And since "that" and "which" have now a streeningly bying, there's no more anyet in brooking "whose" for unmanly words, so:

Þe dog hƿose oƿner is far aƿay > Þe dog þas oƿner is far aƿay In þe ƿoods þere ƿas a birdling, hƿose huse was red > In þe ƿoods þere ƿas a birdling, hƿices huse was red.

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There are still other changes that make it even more forolded, reliving raw shafts of the tongue, but I think this is enough for now. It's not like you would be wrong brooking only a stitch of the forolding anyway, since it's clearly underfangendly to not fully forolden. I shall likely make another upload on these foroldenings in the toward.

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Froms:

Staffrow: https://anglisc.miraheze.org/wiki/Anglish_Alphabet

Theedness: https://anglisc.miraheze.org/wiki/Archaic_grammar

Byings and kins: https://anglisc.miraheze.org/wiki/Archaic_case_%26_gender