#lmao I love hk

[tamprongs-and-padsfoot]

GOT TO GO TO CONAN GRAY’S CONCERT AFTER WAITING FOR FIVE YEARS YALL

[peachdoxie]

tfw no silksong

(links below the read more)

I Beat Path of Pain with a Guitar Hero Guitar by Mathulu

The Greatest Meme Speedrun by Skurry

Path of Pain but with 50 unkillable Primal Aspids chasing behind by fireb0rn

Hollow Knight - Kronk% (All Levers) in 1:15:18 by Quatopine

Path of Pain Blindfolded & Hitless [Day 211] by Connie Sparks

Hollow Knight, but I get teleported every 3 minutes by BlueSR

The Pacifist Challenge - Beating Hollow Knight Without Collecting Soul by Sample

Hollow Knight All Achievements NMG speedrun in 6:18:40 by Gusten

How I Beat Phase 1 of Hollow Knights Stupidest Boss (Orbsolute Radiance) by The 33rd Guy

Radiant Oblobbles - The Floor is Lava! Part 27 (Spelling the End for these Lovers) by CrankyTemplar

[yrlocalghost]

bearing the weight of your father's sins or something. whatever

[malwarechips]

hello pale nightmare fans (talking to a room of like 5 people)

[alecz-obssesionz]

If Hollow and Grimm get married, wouldn’t that technically make Ghost Grimmchild’s uncle lmao. I could see them lording that over him at some point.

✨️🪻BONUS⚘️✨️

[magnapanther]

comically small monarch seated upon a comically extravagant throne

inktober day 20! pale king on his throne, decidedly not deceased! wouldn't it just be the silliest thing in the world if he cut off his entire palace from his failing kingdom, and perished slowly and helplessly, unable to help his people? that would sure be something! but i doubt that someone like that would ever happen :)

[hall0wedwyrm]

genuinely forgot that Terrible Things by AXIE was about William Afton and is a Fnaf song and not about W.D Gaster and Gerald Robotnik and The Pale King and how they have a similar journey of wanting to save something they have dear to them and they got crazy about it but it ends up backfiring and causes more harm than good

(bonus points for Gerald for... actually making the ultimate lifeform though... like he achieved something actually) (the Pale King did not achieve shit and who knows what Gaster was doing wtf)

[illmoraineakoi]

Or, continuing from this, consider:

Perhaps, the human-turned-Vessel isn’t alone when they wake up. Perhaps they aren’t the only Vessel left trapped in the Abyss. Perhaps, these others that look similar to what they now are can help them.

If they can communicate, it soon becomes clear that the others aren’t like themselves; they’re not human people shoved into these bodies. They seem to have been born into them like normal. They’ve been here for a long time.

If they can’t, the human still gets the impression it’s unique among them, through observing their behavior and their reactions.

Regardless, the others seem fascinated by them, how differently they act and behave. Maybe the others begin to mimic them.

Perhaps it’s the others who tell them of their memories, of the bright white light that they once saw shine from the top of the pit, calling to them, drawing them to ascend, that vanished before they could reach the top. Never returning. Maybe it’s that story, the insinuation that there’s a way out at the top, that provokes the escape attempt. Maybe the others are hesitant, fearful of the climb (of falling and cracking and breaking, irreparable, dying a slow painful death) but they chose to join them regardless, to help, the idea of freedom from this place too tantalizing for them to resist.

It’s easier to dig through several feet of hard dense rock with multiple ‘people’.

(Far harder to make a hole big enough to compensate for all of their horns.)

The result is the same: the sounds of their digging was heard by those in the Basin, and the King was notified. And given the area of origin, the King himself investigates.

He does not expect to come upon the sight that he does: a sub-adult Vessel helping another sub-adult try to wriggle through a hole carved through the hard basin stone, completely circumventing the sealed door entirely.

It is...almost amusingly ingenious of them. Had they not been Vessels, he would’ve been quite proud.

(Then again, if they hadn’t been Vessels, they would have never been in the Abyss in the first place. They would still be his children, carapace a healthy gleaming white, eyes full of emotion and thought, bodies full of life--)

As it was, the sight is neither amusing nor one to be proud of.

Instead, it is concerning.

Vessels should not have been able to do this. They should have the cognitive ability to do this. There shouldn’t have even been any left alive after so long down there, their bodies should have destabilized long ago…

So the fact that it was not just ONE Vessel but TWO that had managed to do this, to survive, to literally claw and dig themselves out of the proverbial grave he’d sealed them in, like the undead zombies he’d cursed them to be…

It was beyond unsettling.

He needed answers. He needed to figure out how they’d done this. All of it. How they’d survived, how they’d figure out how to escape, how they’d figured out how to cooperate, and most importantly: what it meant for the Pure Vessel plan.

His presence to them did not go unnoticed, and neither did the way they both seemed to freeze at the sight of him.

Their gazed locked for an uncomfortably long time, until he forced himself to break the standoff.

He unsealed the door with a wave of his hand, startling the two Vessels. Startling them. They startled-

There were more.

There were more.

Beyond the door, crowded atop the metal platform in a way that looked both uncomfortable and precarious, were at least a dozen additional Vessels. And that wasn’t even all of them, because he could see, deeper into the shadows beyond the platform, at least two other heads sticking up, likely from a lower platform. There could be even more on platforms even further down he couldn’t see.

He felt pinned by the weight of so many empty black gazes. They all felt accusatory, even though he could see that they weren't.

The situation, his concerns, had become significantly more dire.

One of the Vessels – one of the first two he’d seen, the one completely free on his side – moved. Stood, and moved to stand before the now open door, body hunched, ragged cloak membrane flaring a bit. It lowered it’s head, brandishing it’s horns towards him.

Defensive, he realized.

A defensive posture. Protective.

It held an old void-ravaged metal spike in it’s hand, the tip clearly blunted from when it had been used as a digging tool. As though it was ready to use it as a weapon should it need to.

The one still stuck in the wall was slowly wriggling back into the Abyss side of the hole.

There was something in his gut that was screaming at him, telling him that something was wrong, this wasn’t right, this couldn’t be happening--

He needed to figure this out.

It took quite a bit of coaxing, but eventually he was able to get them all onto solid ground out of the door and then to follow him back to the Palace. And it was during this time that he was confronted with the obvious fact that these Vessels were impure; very impure.

Impure in ways he hadn’t expected them to be.

They were remarkably physically stable, but they behaved unlike how he expected. They were wary of him, uncertain of their new surroundings, and yet also curious. Inquisitive. Upon arriving to the Palace, several heads kept swiveling to look at everything and anything with refrained fascination, while yet others did not seem to care in the least. There was one who particularly seemed inclined to get close and to touch things, to nose at them. Another seemed wary and uncomfortable with the wide open spaces. And yet still another to stare at him the entire walk, gaze hot with an emotion that he couldn’t read.

They had thoughts. They had emotions. And judging by the escape attempt, they were at least decently intelligent.

Vessels were not supposed to be like this. None of them were supposed to be like this. The Void was supposed to purge such qualities long before they ever hatched. It was supposed to make it impossible for them to develop such qualities as well.

He’d rechecked his work so many times before putting the plan into action. Looked at every future he could, despite his bluing foresight. He and Monomon had gone over everything with a fine-tooth comb.

This wasn’t supposed to be possible.

They weren’t supposed to be…

The first thing he does is write for Monomon, stressing that her presence within the Palace was urgent.

If Vessels could retain some innate qualities of livelihood, or if they could develop the ability to have such things despite their void nature...it jeopardized the entire Pure Vessel plan.

It was no longer a guarantee that the Vessel was empty like he’d assumed it to be.

He and Monomon would have to assess every new Vessel, run a plethora of tests on them. Figure out how, exactly, they were functioning and what, if anything, was inside of their heads.

(In the meantime, as he waited for her to arrive, he sends them off to the baths, because each one was utterly filthy from the Abyss. Particularly one who looked like they’d taken a dip into the Void Sea itself, somehow.)

(This turned out to be a mistake with at least a third of them. They soon became much more interested in playing in the water than cleaning themselves.)

Upon the completion of the assessments and the tests, all of which the new Vessels did not seem to enjoy, the data collected was exactly as the King had feared it would be. It showed, in undeniable terms, that every single one of the new Vessels not only had minds, but also an individuality about them. They had unique personalities.

They were still alive.

They were still his children.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

It was an agonizing revelation.

If all of these living Vessels were like this, then what did that say about how the ones littering the floor of the Abyss used to be?

Had he stood there, watching, as his children, still in possession of their personhoods despite the void infused into their beings, fell and died? Had he stood there, watching, and done nothing as they died?

He’d thought they were all empty. He’d thought that the ones who were incapable of climbing were defective, unstable, failures. Imperfect. That it didn’t matter, because they were nothing more than hollowed out corpses. Nothing more than void-corrupted bodies shackling a shade, devoid of thought, devoid of emotion, devoid of the ability to feel pain…

That there wasn’t anything left of the children they were supposed to be. That those children had died the moment the void consumed them, long before their residual bodies hit the floor.

He’d been wrong.

The models had been wrong, the predictions had been wrong, all of the work he and Monomon spent years developing and perfecting and working for months to make sure it was absolutely, perfectly correct…

It was all wrong.

And an uncountable number of his children had died because of it.

And he’d watched.

Likely, the only Vessels still alive were the ones he’d recently found, and the Pure Vessel. Why would any other remaining Vessels not come with the new Vessels in their escape attempt? No, the ones within his Palace, within the room he’d hastily set up as a sort of holding play room, were all that were left.

Two handfuls, out of so many…

Less than two dozen...

At this point, if the Pure Vessel was indeed born pure, and somehow remained so until now, it would be the biggest case of sheer luck he’d ever had. It would be the most extreme statistical anomaly possible. Somehow, despite everything about their work being wrong, they would have gotten what they needed out of it.

They only needed to confirm that it was still pure.

And if it was, they needed to isolate it from the other new Vessels, to prevent any potential influence from ruining it.

But there was also the matter of what to do with the new Vessels as well…

They needed care, and then tutoring. They had much they needed to learn, to catch up on. They needed to be taught how to read and write, how to socialize, manners and etiquette, personal care and proper behavior. How to be careful with any void they spill to not harm others. How to be royal children.

Plus whatever individual skills they might take interest in.

He does not know how to tell his Root.

No matter how delicately he tries to word it, how gently he tries to say it, the truth will hurt her. His mistake, his failure, will cause her pain. He does not know if she would even want anything to do with them.

Alive they might be, they were still Vessels. They were still a tainted, corrupted, disfigured mockery of how their children were supposed to be. Looking upon them as they were made his heart ache, he could not fathom how much the sight of them hurt her. Seeing them as they are, as Vessels, behaving and acting like normal bugs, possessing personalities like normal children, might be too much for her to bear.

But even if she could not give them her love as their mother, he would give them his. They deserved it, they’d deserved it long before now.

It would not be easy, figuring out how to manage and educate so many Vessels, but he would do his best to do so. To keep them safe, to offer them a comfortable life long overdue, to give them as much love as he’s able.

(The human-turned-Vessel is not sure what to think about this. They don’t understand the situation they’ve found themselves in. The King was calling them, and the others like it, his children, and it made them feel a bit uncomfortable. The others had been wary at first, but then accepted the role and designation of the King’s children fully and eagerly. They were struggling with this. They felt like an imposer among them, they were not like them, they were not the King’s child, adopted or otherwise.)

(At the same time, the others like them were treating them like a sibling. Calling them a sibling. Loving them like a sibling. They considered them a sibling, and the human-turned-Vessel wasn’t sure if they really understood that they weren’t. They felt like a hijacker of this body. But despite that...they enjoyed the bond they share with the others. They love being considered a part of a group. They enjoyed the companionship, they enjoyed not being alone. They found themselves wanting that love and affection the others freely give, but in doing so, they feel guilty. Their feelings are a flurry of conflict ions and uncertainty.)

(It did not feel right to simply accept it all without question. It felt like they were being greedy. Taking something they had no right to.)

(There was also the issue of the other that they had seen once before, but that did not join the rest of the ‘siblings’. They had clearly been the same as the rest of them, an identical creature, but they’d not seen it since that first initial encounter. Where they had seen and heard the King order it, like it was a servant. This concerned them. They did not understand why all the rest of the King’s children, the ‘siblings’ were always bundled together, yet that one was not.)

(It had already been outside of the terrible place. Beyond the barrier that looked uncomfortable like a door. Why?)

(There was so much going on in this place they did not understand, so much that seemed to be going on above their heads. It was unnerving. They didn’t like it.)

(They wanted answers.)

(And if they had to conspire with their ‘siblings’ against their new adopted ‘father’ to get information and figure out what the hell was happening, what they were, what that dark pit closed off from the rest of the world was...well…)

(So be it.)

[sugaroto]

Supposedly all the supervisors have a meeting every Monday

Last Monday my coworker told the housekeeping supervisor that "You guys don't have a meeting today" her response was "Thank god, the world is burning and we are brushing our hair" (Πάλι καλά. Εδώ ο κόσμος καίγεται και εμείς χτενιζόμαστε. Figure of speech, makes more sense in Greek)

And my coworker had a moment of realization and went like "💡🤓 You know she's a priest's grandchild right?"(Talking about me) "Don't speak like that in front of her"

And HK was like "Did I swear? I didn't swear. What did I say? I said we're brushing our hair🤨"

Lmao

So yeah guys brushing your hair is bad and a swearword and you shouldn't say it in front of me cause my grandpa had a dream 40 years ago that changed his career path and that somehow alternates my reaction to figures of speech and swear words😞

[flame-shadow]

idk what circles some of y'all are in that soul master's actions aren't getting talked about when he comes up in conversation. i think it's just he just doesn't get talked about as much as PK because he's not a god, but like. SM has such a cool spot in the story. i wish more people talked about him (and the Sanctum) in general, but pleaasseee let's not bring the whole "you're wrong if you like this problematic character" thing from PK to SM haha. that shit is tiresome.

[grollow]

*Passes u the microphone* Please do tell us about Siren (if u want ofc no pressure)

DFSDSDGSD SIREN IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

I'm gonna annoy @voidichor by showing some WIP pictures (SORRY XANTHE) because they're working on a ref sheet for her but it's not done yet but I'm utterly in love with hdbdbsbs so have them under the cut.

Siren is an aquatic Higher Being who is loosely based off of a blue sea dragon (Glaucus atlanticus). She canonically is not from or near Hallownest since, haha, no seas nearby. She lives off the coast of Lunaserenada in Red Sky (where she will be making canonically appearances). She communicates exclusively through telepathy to make words, but her 'voice' drives mortal bugs mad / bespells them and they tend to drown themselves trying to get to her. Think mermaid, except she's not one :>

She's technically genderless, but she uses she/they interchangeably.

Other fun Siren facts are that her most well known title is The Song of the Sea, she likes to scour through shipwrecks, and she brings gifts to people on Lunaserenada (without spoiling much, this is usually just Troupe members) from them.

THANK U I LOVE HER

[about27th]

okay this has gotta stop

the stupid puns just go on and on damn😂

[queen-scribbles]

Guess who got her new hairstyle? :D 

[thefandomcassandra]

Hollow Knight Resurrected (2/?): Taking the Greenpath

A small amnesiac bug finds themselves in the fallen kingdom of Hallownest, following a calling he doesn’t understand.

(A novelization of the YouTube Series Hollow Knight Resurrected by GraveyardMedia)

The Murderer was still hunting for the bug in the red poncho. However, he had taken a break to try and gather intel. "Good evening gentlemen. Have either of you seen a girl with a red cape?"

"No I haven't!"

"Yes you have! She went that way!"

"Actually, no she went the other, opposite way from what you said."

This would have been more interesting or even useful if he wasn't talking to himself by pretending two corpses he found were actually people and capable of helping him. As it was, it was just sad.

"...Maybe I should just actually talk to real people." Yeah...It was a pretty bad look, talking to people who he didn't even kill. It's not as if ghosts were real. If they were, it would make talking to corpses viable. Ah well...the best he could hope for would be to find some other living bug in Greenpath and ask them if they'd seen the girl in the red poncho.

----

In spite of how their last conversation had ended, the Murderer was genuinely grateful to see Cornifer. Here was another living bug he could talk to! And he sold maps, which was so so useful considering Greenpath was somehow worse than the Crossroads. "Hi—"

"Well apologizing didn't work, obviously, coz what can I do about the problem?" Oh. Oh no. Cornifer and Iselda were still having issues. Oh, this was suddenly somehow worse than listening to some bug he didn't know complain about how his wife didn't like staying at home. He knew both of them now, had talked to them. He had opinions and preferences. Fuck. "Hallownest is the premium un-mapped spot. If there's a place we can make money, it's here; but she hates it here! Good going. Great advice, it really helped! All my problems are solved!" Cornifer threw up his hands in frustration.

It was taking every social bone the Murderer had to not run back the way he'd come and bury himself in leaves like the bugs around here. "Oh...I'm sorry..."

"So what do I do now?"

"Uhh," he was the worst person to ask for marital advice, "give her a raise?"

"We're married. We both get all of the money." Point proven.

"Oh yeah...would buying a map help?" That would give them money and money is always good.

"Ehh...they say money can't buy happiness, but it can bribe off unhappiness, so yeah. I think it might help a little." Cornifer shrugged.

Hell yeah. Finally acing these social situations. "Ok. I was gonna do that anyway, but here you go!" A hefty eighty geo, but most of that was from when he murdered the rich mama drifter.

"Thanks." Cornifer took the cash and handed the Murderer a map of Greenpath. Unfurling it a little, he could already tell it would help immensely with his navigation woes.

"Oh, before I forget: have you seen a girl in a red poncho flying around? Talks to herself?" He made a gesture with his claws in the shape of her mask, the way her horns curved back.

"No. Wait, actually, yeah." Okay, now Cornifer was his favorite of the two weevils. "I think they threw something at me, like caltrops?" Oh damn. Sounded exciting!

"So you didn't get a good look at em?"

"Buddy, if your first instincts when someone throws caltrops at you isn't to haul ass? You're not gonna last very long down here." Cornifer sounded put-off by the Murderer's suggestion but, really, most things down here either wanted him dead on principle or were mindless beasts. Someone hucking caltrops at his head was at least an exciting attempt at his life!

Regardless... "Fair enough. I am gonna do the opposite of that, though." Might as well set his expectations so Cornifer didn't think he was sensible or anything like that. He was a murderer! They weren't sensible at all.

"Suit yourself kid. Good luck though." Cornifer got back to his work and the Murderer turned heel and went to try and find the girl in red.

Read the Rest on AO3

[malwarechips]

i literally just met chompy but if anything happened to them id explode and die immediately.

[alecz-obssesionz]

I forgot to add Brumm in the past post, might be a little late but I wanted to draw him as a mariachi totally inspired by one of Kas' drawings

Also thanks to her I made this an implied Grumm art, I started to appreciate the ship a lot more thanks to her🫶🔥🛐

🎶Lyrics from. La Vida Entera - Camila 🎶

FELIZ DIA DE MUERTOS AGAIN (LATE AF)