Little bit of a gamer (hollow Knight my beloved)Please be patient with my writings, I am French and i have dyslexia.He/they/it
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I think more people should draw the pale king with damaged hands(claws?)....
Lemm appreciation post, think he's my fav next to Quirrel and Hornet
IB:@/doodledrawsthings (heavily inspired by their bug clothes designs)
some sketches with my human hornet
Just came out (aroace) to my mother at a K-pop dance show ...
Uuuh thank you BTS.............?
get real or something idk
(PK) - Queen of beasts ! Come and join our grand and luxurious kingdom of Hallownest !!!
(HERRAH) - I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR STUPID FUCKING SHINY BUG-SONA GET THE FUCK OF MA HOUSE
Update
I am very disappointed
Just a little heads up of what my blog will look like in the next few days
Funny thing !
I headcanon that it is the complete opposite in Deepnest....
It is better to call someone by their name (it implies that u recognize them as a person rather then a fragment of society)
Even Herrah's subjects will call her Queen Herrah rather than Queen of beasts/the beast( title used by hallownest)
Therefore *BOOM* culture chok that does not mix well
Headcanon on the names and title of Hallownest
Titles and names are two very different things in the kingdom of Hallownest.
Titles represent what you are and your place in society, they are bestowed upon everyone, and their rarity places you on the social ladder.
The most shared title are; merchant, worker, servent, scholar, knight, noble....(and else) most of these are just banal adjectives to describe common people, therefore they're social status are not very high and/or they are not very important people.
Others, with a higher status (of more importance) are gifted with a scarce title.
One witch describe their utility with more precision and compliment their being.
Greater title of a common place are usually accompanied with a gratifying complement; the mighty knight, the good scholar, the obedient servant, the nail master.....
And title of greater being are usually simple and unique, their simplicity is ment to strike the narrator and intrigue them.
Such title belong to their owner and them only; Watcher, King, Beast, Teacher, Confessor....
Names on the other hands are considered to be very personal and intimate, it is said that they represent your being and your soul. They are used by close friends and family only (like japan I think).
It's considered rude and a lack of respect to call someone you do not know personally by their name.
Even if one's name is known through out the entire kingdom, most will use their title.
(In your mortal radi au) Does pk miss the white lady, did he go to the garden to see/serch her ?
I know that she isn't the most important character but still....
Does he even love her anymore ?
Mortal Radiance AU
These are some good questions, and they actually got me thinking a lot. I didn't really include the White Lady in my story or touch on her much. I did have one comic idea with her but it got cut to keep the story from veering off track.
Now that I'm done, though.... This is a very fascinating question.
(5 days later)
Slams paper on table
HEY SO I WROTE A THING
I am ill for weeks after I am pulled back into reality. Something about all my pieces not quite being together means I take longer to recover than She did. She tells me that it is fine, that I need to recover my strength so I can work. We still have many graves yet to dig. She will shoulder the burden for this little while.
I am told my children are informed of my new existence, though none have visited. And I do not leave to visit them. Two of them terrify me, though for vastly different reasons, and the thought of meeting again with my daughter troubles me.
When I can finally get out of bed without assistance, I do not go see her, however. I go see my Lady.
It is hard navigating without being everywhere at once. I know the path to my Lady's garden intimately, but the path is far more difficult than I recall. Greenpath, surely, has had no caretakers, so runs rampant with overgrowth. The thorns catch on my robe and tear at my skin.
I bleed something dark and smokey.
I try not to think about it too much.
My Lady's branches spill out above the entrance to her hideaway. The corpse of brave Dryya. Once a friend, now only a carcass decorating my Lady's garden. Old blood coats her blade and shell. Even in death, she seems stalwart.
I am stalling.
The White Lady stirs as I enter her chamber. Her eyes, once the purest blue eyes I have ever seen, are clouded now. She wears age like a shawl, it weighs on her shoulders and bunches up around her neck. Her face, once pale and youthful, now is tired and wrinkled. Yet, there is a beauty there of which I could never seem to word. A thousand poets could never do her justice. I should know, I have had them try.
"Child? Is that you again?" Her voice is as I recalled, and a sharp pain creases my soul. I will never again be able to call back to her.
She has bound herself, so I move forward until I am right under her. Still, her cloudy eyes do not recognize me at first, and I cannot blame her for it. Not for the first time, I wish the vessel had left me my voice. There are so many things I could say to her, so many words that now I will never be able to reach.
My Lady's eyes finally find my hollow sockets, and she gasps. It is a small thing, barely audible, but in the silence of our meeting I know to look for it. There is a moment between us of unspeakable agony.
"You." The Pale Queen finally breathes the world, and it breaks the aching quiet.
I put a hand on her bindings, 'Me' I wish I could say.
There are so many words I wish I could say. There is so much between us. Good and bad in equal measure. It has been years since we have been face to face, and I thought it would never again happen. I find myself unprepared for this moment.
She does not need my reply. My Lady knows me better than I know myself sometimes. She smiles, though it never quite reaches her eyes.
"You are smaller than I remember."
I laugh, as best I can laugh anyways. I point to her, and gesture that it is perhaps she who has grown taller. It takes her a moment to understand, but the chuckle I earn fills what is left of my soul with joy.
"Perhaps." She concedes, "I have grown much, and still have much to grow still."
Her eyes dim suddenly at that, and she looks around.
"Where is our child?" She asks at last, voice soft and weathered.
I tell her, as best I can, that I do not know. That I came to see her. I expect this to lift her spirits. It does not.
"Did you see this outcome?" She asks.
I pause for a moment. There is much to that question that I do not know. In part, it is hard to remember what it was like. How did I describe it to my daughter? Like a great root that I scuttled across, observing paths unseen to most.
I shake my head. It is too slow and uncertain for my own liking. But it is as much of the truth as I can muster.
There is a long silence that follows. I have gotten used to those, especially with Her. She rarely talks to me at all. So I wait for my Lady's response with all the patience that I have learned.
"Was it worth it?"
Her voice is so soft when she speaks, like it could crack under the gentlest of touches. Delicate, and heartbroken. With four words I can feel what little ground we shared start to shatter.
"Was any of this worth it, I wonder?" She continues, "I do not think I know anymore."
And there is a gap between us. An aching maw of a chasm that threatens to swallow us whole. I want to cross it. I want to reassure her that we had done our best, that we were not to blame.
Yet the words I was once so masterful with are gone now. The voice I would use to soothe and heal her pain now is no more. So there is silence.
Anything I would say to her would be a lie, anyways.
Headcanon on the names and title of Hallownest
Titles and names are two very different things in the kingdom of Hallownest.
Titles represent what you are and your place in society, they are bestowed upon everyone, and their rarity places you on the social ladder.
The most shared title are; merchant, worker, servent, scholar, knight, noble....(and else) most of these are just banal adjectives to describe common people, therefore they're social status are not very high and/or they are not very important people.
Others, with a higher status (of more importance) are gifted with a scarce title.
One witch describe their utility with more precision and compliment their being.
Greater title of a common place are usually accompanied with a gratifying complement; the mighty knight, the good scholar, the obedient servant, the nail master.....
And title of greater being are usually simple and unique, their simplicity is ment to strike the narrator and intrigue them.
Such title belong to their owner and them only; Watcher, King, Beast, Teacher, Confessor....
Names on the other hands are considered to be very personal and intimate, it is said that they represent your being and your soul. They are used by close friends and family only (like japan I think).
It's considered rude and a lack of respect to call someone you do not know personally by their name.
Even if one's name is known through out the entire kingdom, most will use their title.
A golden retriever boyfriend with his giant terrifying owl girlfriend
Just a little heads up of what my blog will look like in the next few days
It's canon now
I think Lurien has an electric guitar somewhere in his spire...
New chapter upload
Mmmh art potential
I think Lurien has an electric guitar somewhere in his spire...
I think Lurien has an electric guitar somewhere in his spire...
The characters are done !!!
Now it's time for the ...... uhhh...mmnm...
background
Wip ! Yippie !!
Hi may I request these two characters interacting : Clef(1st pic), Angel Gabby (2nd pic)? Thanks
the knights who are hollow, not so hollow, and not at all hollow
(for the art request) Reigen Arataka :3 ?
lil scrib cus this came on
(i wish youtube shorts didn’t hijack this song… it’s majestical…)
art request pls - baby Madame Gasket (Robots 2005)
