Boss: [screams]

Ghost, at the Blue Lake: It’s a fuckin’ friend— [sees the nail on the beach] NOOO O O OOO O O OO OO—

Quirrel, completely fine and swimming through the lake: [waves]

Ghost: oh shit he’s right there

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Here’s to a slightly slowed streak of probably outdated vines!

Ghost, nearly getting killed by twenty Fools at once: what’s better than this? guys being dudes.

Silksong

Silksong

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.”

Ghost, at one mask: oh no

The Hollow Knight, staggered: oh no

Hornet, embedding her needle in their face: O H Y E A H

The Pure Vessel: Dad, can I have feelings?

The Pale King: No! No feelings for you!

Literally all of Hallownest: Not to be racist or anything, but spiders SUUUUUUUGHH—

Hornet, in Greenpath: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GHOST!

Ghost, without Isma’s Tear: i can’t swim

Ghost, in Kingdom’s Edge: [gestures to metric shit-ton of Primal Aspids] Look a’ all those chickens!