Oh My Radiance ! I LOVE YOUR OC-

Memorial to the Hollow Knight: [eternalises the legend of a knight of no will, voice, or mind, who sacrificed themselves so Hallownest may stand eternal]

Ghost, stuffing Geo into their cloak after selling a bunch of dead bugs’ fanfics to Lemm: haha, i do that

Hornet: Go ahead and introduce yourself.

Ghost, fumbling to put on their new Hiveblood charm: My name is Ghost with a B, and I’ve been afraid of insects for the past half ho—

Hornet: Stop, stop, stop. Where?

Ghost: Hm?

Hornet: Where’s the bee?

Ghost: There’s a b e e ?

Hey, a PK account! It’s great to see him getting some love. So what would you rather: Hornet being tall or the Pure Vessel being small?

“Love appears to be a strong word, considering some of the responses to my presence.” Not entirely inaccurate, though. It had been quite mixed. Odd, how some spoke kindly of him, despite what he had done.

He considered the question, mouthparts working in introspection. “Do we speak in terms of age, or height alone? I am sure Hornet would be quite fine with growing more.”

“But if we speak of age, and the Pure Vessel being returned to their youth...”

“They deserve an actual childhood.”

Leg Eater, twitching and probably dead:

Ghost: Uh, hey, you— you okay?

Leg Eater, not so dead: W’sah? Hey, you wanna buy a charm for $5?

Nightmare King Grimm, launching a bunch of Fire Bats: B R E A C H

Ghost, at two masks: oh damn.

A’ight, so post queuing sucks. I just gonna be posting one per day — manually, that is. The timing won’t be as consistent, but at least I’ll be able to keep my stuff coming out on the regular instead of 1 post, 3 posts, 3 posts, 2, etc.

Here’s to a slightly slowed streak of probably outdated vines!

White Lady: [offers a harmonica]

White Lady: If you play it, you’ll get a hundred million vessels, but a hundred million children will die.

Pale King: [starts playing frantically]

White Lady: wYRM N O

Ghost, seeing the Pale King: Dad? This is where you’ve been for the past ten years? [pokes him]

The Very Dead Pale King: [falls over]

Ghost: DAD NO—!

Ghost: [pogos a buzzsaw]

Royal Retainers in the distance: Oh mah guh... Oh mah— he on X-Games mo’...