I've been playing Silksong and my love for Hornet burns brighter day by day. She'll meet a stranger on the road, politely introduce herself, and tell them gravely and sincerely that she's concerned for their safety in this dangerous land, and that she hopes they keep well. And then she'll take out a fantasy 4Loko from under her cloak, chug the whole thing, crush the can against her forehead, and fling herself off of a cliff into the subterranean lair of Mother Fucker Unlimited, a monster six times her size, slaughter him and a dozen of his most annoying friends, black out, wake up an hour later on the cold ground, drag herself back up onto her feet, and do it all again.
hornet is truly the girl of all time. she's the spawn of a divine worm and a spider and she looks like a gangly stick figure. all of her siblings are lovecraftian abominations and she's the only one among them who has a gender. she inherited her divine father's autistic love for crafting. she is an excellent orator but can't phrase how she likes being kind to people normally. she has an inordinate love for fluffy creatures. she was named by bees. she's old as balls but would not be let into the club. she's gnc as fuck. she has three moms and they're not even gay.
hornet is truly the girl of all time. she's the spawn of a divine worm and a spider and she looks like a gangly stick figure. all of her siblings are lovecraftian abominations and she's the only one among them who has a gender. she inherited her divine father's autistic love for crafting. she is an excellent orator but can't phrase how she likes being kind to people normally. she has an inordinate love for fluffy creatures. she was named by bees. she's old as balls but would not be let into the club. she's gnc as fuck. she has three moms and they're not even gay.
“ In blue sites of ages past, torched by battle but yet living, we rooted into the earth.
Blossoming in our roles, we play and laugh without regret, without silence.
We wear our heavy masks many, proud to parade. Among our blogs, we express, we live and sing everlasting.
An ancient land colonized of bug and beast, in lives we could never before dream. “
— Creed of Hollowblr, by Spect of the Maskbearing.
Welcome to the Hollowblr Archives, a sideblog dedicated to the storage and easy access for all of Tumblr’s Hollow Knight-related roleplay blogs. Initially quite small, the demand creates a need for a proper library over a simple, single post.
This blog and its articles are almost always updating. New blogs are added as they are found by the Maskbearer operator, @spectroacha. Submissions however are taken in through asks.
To navigate, either search this blog’s tags in the category you wish to see for the dedicated post(s), for example #the pantheon, or manually scroll through the blog as a whole.
Observe the list of categories to choose from:
The Pantheon. Higher beings, the gods of the land.
Hallownest Royal Circle. The kings and queens among the old kingdom of Hallownest.
The Citadel. Those residing within and serving the gilded, shining metropolis.
Exalted. The abandoned, banished or wayward spawn of their old superiors.
Wanderers. The loose travellers, perhaps armed in their wistful pursuits.
Warriors. The combatants and fighters of battles frequent.
Workers and Businesses. The shopkeepers and those of commerce or services.
Great Beasts. The creatures and monsters within the wilderness.
Sinner Commutes. The willfully dastardly among the caves.
Ancient Ancestors. The restored forms of kingdoms past.
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