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IMPORTANT: I HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE WARBLE SYSTEM, AND THUS I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY ASKS/MENTIONS ASKING FOR A FIGHT.
TAGGING SYSTEM:
#oddjobs: interactions with other blogs.
#lose the void or #ooc: ooc
#eavesdropping: reblogs
#[i don't feel so good] : current arc.
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Rp info and ref under cut
@clicktuck-suskriberz You're the only person we would designate with the title of "My Singing Monsters Expert," so we must ask, do you think this is a fitting creature?
This could work as a concept, but generally if monsters are asleep they aren’t making sound (yes I know Cherubble exists but it’s not the one making the sound there)
oh we forgot monster sleeping was an actual feature lol ^^"
very interesting!
☝️ when you actually press the sleep button for it it actually gets to sleep peacefully
I think that the Hamilton musical is objectively the funniest thing that could happen to that man's memory. Imagine dying of a gunshot wound infection in 1804 and learning from the afterlife that tweenage girls in 2017 are drawing thousands upon thousands of images of you making out with your fellow congressmen because someone wrote a 2-hour rap opera about you. I like to imagine that Hamilton found a monkey's paw and wished to leave a legacy, and this is what it did to him.
you don't control who lives who dies who tells your story
Hollow Siblings: when you're the middle child
Some drawings that i liked from my recent video 🤤 These would lowk make good sprites for a visual novel game or something
Name: Little Beepo
Skill: Fucking Miserable
Quote: Please let me have some grease from the stovetop. I’ll cry if you don’t let me have some grease. I need it.
no grease for you, little beepo. im sorry, but its for your own good
Little Beepo’s misery is increasing. Little Beepo’s misery is increasing. Little Beepo’s misery is increasing. Little Beepo’s misery is increasing.
"A throne I could not sit alone..."
The grudging accord.
...Curse the creature pale...
Alone... against the pale light...
Hollow Knight Silksong - Bygone Era
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✨Want to commission me? 🖼️🖌️ヾ(･∀･)
favorite characters fanclan challenge #yup #badperson
'what had taken you so long?'
a voice boomed through the caves. As they were just laying unconscious moments ago, spiral was severely confused. On her shaky knees, she soon appeared to the sight of her mother standing over her.
She was hanging from the celing by some threads of silk. her claws seemed to clasp around something, something that seemed to squirm and writhe as it was trapped.
With a gulp, spiral responded. "I have been accompanying my friend the pinstress to get some knowledge on weapons."
The large,distorted weaver's veiled head tilted , as it adanced towards her slowly.
"Huh, very well. Now, i've got to show you something. Recently, A kind spawn of the Crimson Wyrm had set me free."
The crimson wyrm. Spiral has heard that name before.
"You must know her. She's the one with the pale-red and white mask. Well, she seemed to have a request, a request of friendship."
spiral nervously butted in, trying to divert the subject. she objected:
"Then what's with the thing in your claws?"
The weaver said nothing. as she looked back, the claws seemed to dissapear. spiral knew her guardian was going to decieve her.
she stayed silent.
she wasn't going to be blinded by the truth.
the void hears an unholy screech, seemingly to grieve the death of another.One that was close to itself.
no one responds.
WAIT
Reblog this to have your mutuals describe what their first memory of you is
Calling @masterisabelle , @echothevessel and @lilacflowersss 🤑🤑🤑
ooouuuuuuhhhhh
I have no clue but I think it was related to Spiral
Type of shit your grandparents tell you that is categorically unconvincing
HUHSHHSHSHSHEHSHHH SIBBINGGG😭😭😭😭
Euuuuuu........ ough.....owhhhhh.....
@spiralofcrestedvoid
":0 SIIBBBAAAAA SPIIIRRRAAALLLL!!!!!!" *Pane quickly hugged them, squeezing them tightly.*
"sibbing...."
The vessel wraps their tendrils around pane, as bits of shell slowly chip off.
Despite this, there is still purring.
*They squeaked, seeing their shell chip off.*
"s- siba!? Are.. are you otay?"
ueueuueueuueuuueue....
The void tendrils slowly grow bigger. Their body, crackling on the outside, gently turned pitch black.
HUHSHHSHSHSHEHSHHH SIBBINGGG😭😭😭😭
Euuuuuu........ ough.....owhhhhh.....
@spiralofcrestedvoid
":0 SIIBBBAAAAA SPIIIRRRAAALLLL!!!!!!" *Pane quickly hugged them, squeezing them tightly.*
"sibbing...."
The vessel wraps their tendrils around pane, as bits of shell slowly chip off.
Despite this, there is still purring.
A stone mask breaks. Unsteady breathing is still there.
a loud sound is heard.
It echoes throughout verdania and reaches the abyss.
S̷̡̨̛̱̻͖͋̈́̈̏̋͛͛̄̑͗̕͠͝H̵̨̛̳͙̭̱̯̀̅̅̎̌̔̓͋͆͠͠͠͠͠R̴̡̼͙̬̟͓̤̭̖̮̻̣̻̠͙̖͘ͅI̴̡̧̜͍͔̲͔̱͍̞͙̝͖̞̲̯͊̒͜E̴̻͆͜E̵̡͎̯̥̖͈̯̮͓͔̝̞͍͚̒͆̈́͐̓̅̒͜Ȩ̶͓̌͜͜E̴̛̛͓̟̍̾̕͝E̵̢̹̟̰̠̻͍̖̲͕͎͚̓́̃̀̿͊́̀͐͊̎̕ͅE̷̡̤̞͖͓̬̊̈́̒͌̌̾̆́͛̐͗̐̐̇́̕̕ͅE̴̡̡̢̨͉̘͙̖̟̋̋͂Ě̷̢̢̟͇̼̻͍͚̖̤̥̰̬͗̇͒́E̸̛͕͌͝Ę̷̬̠̱̤͖̮̯̰̻̙̱̻̟̼͎̓̎͒̅̚͜E̸̢̨̨̧̛̪̟͈͕̰̖̩̼̯̞̝͈͊̿̉͌̿̓̓̕͜͠Ę̷̧̖̯̾̈́̉̍͂̽̀̅͊̄̄͂͗͂͝͠E̴̢̨̙̰̻̫̹̝̗̹̬͖̜̣̫͎͗̈̾̒͆͒̓̀̓̿͂̈́̿͠͝Ę̵̧̫̼͎̮͎̠̫̲͙̬͔̼̟̬̅̾̐͆́Ę̸̡̢̧̻̞̪͓̘̖̻̫̄̓̎̚Ȅ̸̲͓̭̪͍̯̺̦͉̹ͅĘ̶͈͎̱͈̬̜̫̜̪̪̬͎̖͒̀͂̿̽̂̅̊͜E̵͈̪̒͊E̷̤͌͛̔͆̑̍͒̊͐͋̓͘͘Ȩ̵̬̥̲̝͇̹͈͓̣̲̿̀́͘Ĕ̵̛̬̭̘̳͓̄̀́̈́̈́̃̏͛̾̇͋̚̕E̶̝̺͇̠̺̲̻͍̋̀͋̀̆̈̅Ẹ̴̡̱͙̥̯̯̫̤̺̤̥̈́̏͊̐̈͛͌́̏͘̕Ẹ̴̛̦͇̽͗̽̋͛͑̓̂̈́͑̓͌̒͝E̴̛͓͙̰͚͓͎̜̲͆̅́͌̀͒̏́̃͆͘͘͘Ḛ̷̡͇̜̠̘͍̹̜̜̜͈̗̽͜͜͜Ê̵͚̭̬͖̱͖̞̰̙̍̅̆̇̑̿̏̂̈́̿̈́͝ͅĘ̷̧̢̧̥̭̰̣͙͕͉̲̩̭̞̝̀̋̉̎̌̍̈́̈́̓͐̈́̈́̄̔͠͠Ę̷̛̛̛͎̣̺̟̤̰͙̱̣̺̜̟̉̓̈́̓̀̽͂̄̀̑͘E̵̡͚̯̤̲͓̹̞̳̥͆̑̇̓̌͜͝E̴̢̤̥͂̑̈́̈́̇̆̇̏̕Ȇ̷̢͙͈È̷̯̝̻͐͐͐̔͜͝Ȩ̷̣͎̯͚͓̮̤͎͍͔͔̩̠͎́̽́̊͆͂̄̂͜͝E̸͇̪̞̯̺̰͍̘͛͋́̉̐̾̒̚͠͝E̵̛̹͕͓̺͊̓͌̽͊́̚͝Ȅ̸̤̩͉̭͎͉̯̼̼͎̲̖̊͗̓̀̊̇̓͗̚̚͜͜͠͠E̴̡̡͕̺̪͇͔͇͈̳̪̓̓͒̅̾̀́͘È̵̘̯͓̃͋̍̔̓̈́̔̉̈̃̈̈́̋̀Ę̷̺̮̮͕̥̭͉͓̜͙̓̋̓́͂̾͐̒͌̋̄̈̏̚͝ͅE̸̡̛͍̝̣͖̯̯̱̅̆͒Ȩ̴̛͇̤̯̣̩͕͋͂̓̆̃͌́͆̒͝Ě̶͖͔̰̪̝͍̲̙͚͇̜͓̫̅́̐̅̾̓̄̋̒̔̑̉̍͘È̸̩̖̺͇̠̮̟̹̪̩͔̯̄̅̋͊̈́̿͛̀Ę̴̮̘͔̥͓͚͚͙͖̆ͅÈ̶͓̣̪͖̞͕̪̈́̾Ḙ̶̢̛̖͎̩̓͊̋̈͑̿̆͆̉̄̚͝Ȩ̴̝̻̻̙͙͙̰̰͉̀̏͒̈́̽̀̃̀̚E̸̬͍̓̑͑ͅE̵̢̢̜͇̣̗̞̼͓̖̝̯͊͂̈͗̇̏̿̍̿̐̃͜͝Ȩ̵̰͉͖̤̉̆͗̏͒̄̀̀̍̂̒̑͛̏̊͝È̶̢̱̪̜̩̟̹̠̲̇͋̏͘͘͜Ë̶̡̢̥̮̯͎̯̞́̃̀͑̀̾͒̃̆͑̎̌̋̽̄͐E̴̢͇͖̹̞̗̮̼̾̎͂̽́́́̋̇͘Ķ̷̣̼͎͖͇̭̖̬̖̄͗̂͊̚̚͠K̸̹͗̓̽̎̈́͋̃̒Ķ̶͇̱̦͉̦̞̳̘̠̲̦͇̓̄̀̾̇̔͐̊͆͒̆̃̋͗́͊͝K̵̨̛̼͇̳̯̦̙̇̄̋́̈́̀̄̑͌̿̑͐̑̀͛̚͜Ḱ̶̢̘͍̤̅͐Ķ̸̮͔̫͍́̈́͑̍̊ͅḰ̵̡̧̧̝̻̗̬̪̲͈̹̫̖̋̒̎̀̌͐̃̈́̀̋̿̒͋̍͑͑ͅK̴̡̛͉̥͈̘͔̘͔̉͑̀̈́̉͛̎̿̋̆̒͘͜͠͝Ḳ̷̨͓̪͉͓̝͇͉̘͎͕͖̫̝̃̅̂ͅK̶̬̱̞̝̞͙̜̺̖̖͔̪̦̳̲͗̈̔̉̀͝͝ͅK̷̨̞̞͈̠̦͙̙̻̩̮̪͐͝Ǩ̵̝̙̩̼̬̳͖̪̼̭̙̘̘̯̘̂̂͂̒̀̽͠ͅK̸̡̬̻̺͈̭͙̺͈̝̗̟̹̒̕͜
Inky tendrils snap out from the shadows, pulling The Void’s bug-like form into the open. It heard a sibling’s cry. It could not leave them alone.
It seems to step back a little at the sight of the broken mask.
It walks over.
The tendril feels violent trembling. was it growing? dying? the void, powerful as it was, did not know.
A stone mask breaks. Unsteady breathing is still there.
a loud sound is heard.
It echoes throughout verdania and reaches the abyss.
S̷̡̨̛̱̻͖͋̈́̈̏̋͛͛̄̑͗̕͠͝H̵̨̛̳͙̭̱̯̀̅̅̎̌̔̓͋͆͠͠͠͠͠R̴̡̼͙̬̟͓̤̭̖̮̻̣̻̠͙̖͘ͅI̴̡̧̜͍͔̲͔̱͍̞͙̝͖̞̲̯͊̒͜E̴̻͆͜E̵̡͎̯̥̖͈̯̮͓͔̝̞͍͚̒͆̈́͐̓̅̒͜Ȩ̶͓̌͜͜E̴̛̛͓̟̍̾̕͝E̵̢̹̟̰̠̻͍̖̲͕͎͚̓́̃̀̿͊́̀͐͊̎̕ͅE̷̡̤̞͖͓̬̊̈́̒͌̌̾̆́͛̐͗̐̐̇́̕̕ͅE̴̡̡̢̨͉̘͙̖̟̋̋͂Ě̷̢̢̟͇̼̻͍͚̖̤̥̰̬͗̇͒́E̸̛͕͌͝Ę̷̬̠̱̤͖̮̯̰̻̙̱̻̟̼͎̓̎͒̅̚͜E̸̢̨̨̧̛̪̟͈͕̰̖̩̼̯̞̝͈͊̿̉͌̿̓̓̕͜͠Ę̷̧̖̯̾̈́̉̍͂̽̀̅͊̄̄͂͗͂͝͠E̴̢̨̙̰̻̫̹̝̗̹̬͖̜̣̫͎͗̈̾̒͆͒̓̀̓̿͂̈́̿͠͝Ę̵̧̫̼͎̮͎̠̫̲͙̬͔̼̟̬̅̾̐͆́Ę̸̡̢̧̻̞̪͓̘̖̻̫̄̓̎̚Ȅ̸̲͓̭̪͍̯̺̦͉̹ͅĘ̶͈͎̱͈̬̜̫̜̪̪̬͎̖͒̀͂̿̽̂̅̊͜E̵͈̪̒͊E̷̤͌͛̔͆̑̍͒̊͐͋̓͘͘Ȩ̵̬̥̲̝͇̹͈͓̣̲̿̀́͘Ĕ̵̛̬̭̘̳͓̄̀́̈́̈́̃̏͛̾̇͋̚̕E̶̝̺͇̠̺̲̻͍̋̀͋̀̆̈̅Ẹ̴̡̱͙̥̯̯̫̤̺̤̥̈́̏͊̐̈͛͌́̏͘̕Ẹ̴̛̦͇̽͗̽̋͛͑̓̂̈́͑̓͌̒͝E̴̛͓͙̰͚͓͎̜̲͆̅́͌̀͒̏́̃͆͘͘͘Ḛ̷̡͇̜̠̘͍̹̜̜̜͈̗̽͜͜͜Ê̵͚̭̬͖̱͖̞̰̙̍̅̆̇̑̿̏̂̈́̿̈́͝ͅĘ̷̧̢̧̥̭̰̣͙͕͉̲̩̭̞̝̀̋̉̎̌̍̈́̈́̓͐̈́̈́̄̔͠͠Ę̷̛̛̛͎̣̺̟̤̰͙̱̣̺̜̟̉̓̈́̓̀̽͂̄̀̑͘E̵̡͚̯̤̲͓̹̞̳̥͆̑̇̓̌͜͝E̴̢̤̥͂̑̈́̈́̇̆̇̏̕Ȇ̷̢͙͈È̷̯̝̻͐͐͐̔͜͝Ȩ̷̣͎̯͚͓̮̤͎͍͔͔̩̠͎́̽́̊͆͂̄̂͜͝E̸͇̪̞̯̺̰͍̘͛͋́̉̐̾̒̚͠͝E̵̛̹͕͓̺͊̓͌̽͊́̚͝Ȅ̸̤̩͉̭͎͉̯̼̼͎̲̖̊͗̓̀̊̇̓͗̚̚͜͜͠͠E̴̡̡͕̺̪͇͔͇͈̳̪̓̓͒̅̾̀́͘È̵̘̯͓̃͋̍̔̓̈́̔̉̈̃̈̈́̋̀Ę̷̺̮̮͕̥̭͉͓̜͙̓̋̓́͂̾͐̒͌̋̄̈̏̚͝ͅE̸̡̛͍̝̣͖̯̯̱̅̆͒Ȩ̴̛͇̤̯̣̩͕͋͂̓̆̃͌́͆̒͝Ě̶͖͔̰̪̝͍̲̙͚͇̜͓̫̅́̐̅̾̓̄̋̒̔̑̉̍͘È̸̩̖̺͇̠̮̟̹̪̩͔̯̄̅̋͊̈́̿͛̀Ę̴̮̘͔̥͓͚͚͙͖̆ͅÈ̶͓̣̪͖̞͕̪̈́̾Ḙ̶̢̛̖͎̩̓͊̋̈͑̿̆͆̉̄̚͝Ȩ̴̝̻̻̙͙͙̰̰͉̀̏͒̈́̽̀̃̀̚E̸̬͍̓̑͑ͅE̵̢̢̜͇̣̗̞̼͓̖̝̯͊͂̈͗̇̏̿̍̿̐̃͜͝Ȩ̵̰͉͖̤̉̆͗̏͒̄̀̀̍̂̒̑͛̏̊͝È̶̢̱̪̜̩̟̹̠̲̇͋̏͘͘͜Ë̶̡̢̥̮̯͎̯̞́̃̀͑̀̾͒̃̆͑̎̌̋̽̄͐E̴̢͇͖̹̞̗̮̼̾̎͂̽́́́̋̇͘Ķ̷̣̼͎͖͇̭̖̬̖̄͗̂͊̚̚͠K̸̹͗̓̽̎̈́͋̃̒Ķ̶͇̱̦͉̦̞̳̘̠̲̦͇̓̄̀̾̇̔͐̊͆͒̆̃̋͗́͊͝K̵̨̛̼͇̳̯̦̙̇̄̋́̈́̀̄̑͌̿̑͐̑̀͛̚͜Ḱ̶̢̘͍̤̅͐Ķ̸̮͔̫͍́̈́͑̍̊ͅḰ̵̡̧̧̝̻̗̬̪̲͈̹̫̖̋̒̎̀̌͐̃̈́̀̋̿̒͋̍͑͑ͅK̴̡̛͉̥͈̘͔̘͔̉͑̀̈́̉͛̎̿̋̆̒͘͜͠͝Ḳ̷̨͓̪͉͓̝͇͉̘͎͕͖̫̝̃̅̂ͅK̶̬̱̞̝̞͙̜̺̖̖͔̪̦̳̲͗̈̔̉̀͝͝ͅK̷̨̞̞͈̠̦͙̙̻̩̮̪͐͝Ǩ̵̝̙̩̼̬̳͖̪̼̭̙̘̘̯̘̂̂͂̒̀̽͠ͅK̸̡̬̻̺͈̭͙̺͈̝̗̟̹̒̕͜
A shard of a vessel's stone-like mask falls.
A puddle of void slowly forms.
A frenzied swirl of tendrils fly about the room, staining the walls a deep black.
